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Subject: {ASSM} 1/3 - Double Date (MF, FF, Bond)
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This is a work of fiction. In order to push it through the
internet it's broken into 3 parts, but it's really just one short
story. It is not set in the same world as the Mart novels.
Zebulon
No reference to real persons is intended. It contains strong,
non-traditional sexual imagery and language. If you don't
like this kind of thing, don't read it.
This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper
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posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site
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Feedback is welcome. Zebulon@fastmail.ca
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(MF, FF, Bond)
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Part 1/3 - Double Date
by Zebulon
* * * * *
"Say again?" His voice was soft and teasing.
She was clearly embarrassed. She looked down at her dessert
plate and said, almost in a whisper, "Please."
"Say it again." His voice a bit more commanding.
The small noises of the restaurant had faded completely behind
the rushing sound in her ears.
She stared at her half empty plate and mumbled an
unconvincing, "No."
"No?" he asked in a playful tone, knowing he'd tapped into a
most secret place.
"Not really," she said with a trembling voice, "that is, not
exactly."
"Explain." he said almost sweetly while increasing the tempo
of his finger movements through her now squishy flesh.
* * * * *
They had met at a political fund-raiser. Sarah was a beauty
from the local college. She was doing volunteer work for the
campaign. Jason was a donor. He was tall, dark, and
handsome. She was rather surprised to discover how wealthy
he was. He seemed rather young to have so much money.
She also thought he was a bit arrogant, if charming. He asked
her out and she surprised herself by saying yes.
Sarah was even more surprised that their first date had gone
so well. He had been a perfect gentleman and they'd had a
great time. Within a month she had shared his bed and was
again surprised to find he was an excellent lover. She'd
somehow expected that with his good looks and money he'd
be a dud at lovemaking.
Then the other shoe had dropped. On the third night, when
making love, Jason pulled some soft ropes out of nowhere and
asked if she'd like to 'play a little game.'
She was very nervous; almost scared. But she also found --
and this was the greatest surprise of all -- she was
tremendously turned on by the idea. They played. It was
great. She wanted more.
By the end of a few months their relationship had reached the
point where they were taking their sex games out in public.
* * * * *
Dinner was at a very expensive and exclusive restaurant
overlooking the bay. The lighting was subdued, the mood
being set by moonlight reflected on the water and a small
candle flickering on the table. There was soft romantic music
playing in the background.
The food had been sensational. The other diners were
absorbed with their own meals and conversations. Jason's
fingers were gently sliding through the moist folds of Sarah's
womanhood under cover of the long tablecloth. He had made
her come to dinner in an expensive evening gown and no
panties. Soon after ordering he had slid a hand under the table
and hiked her skirt up into her lap. He had been toying with
her privates and with her passions ever since.
Then there had been those questions. Idle conversation when
anyone was within earshot punctuated with a whole series of
personal, confidential, and often embarrassing questions when
they were alone. That was the game. 'Had she ever faked an
orgasm?' 'How often?' 'Why?' She was obligated to answer
truthfully and had been doing so.
'Did she like giving head?' 'What did she like best about it?'
'What was she thinking that first time she asked him to do her
from the rear?' That was a big one. She had always had a
strange curiosity about anal sex, but she'd never worked up
the nerve to ask any of her previous boyfriends to do it that
way. With Jason it seemed an easy and almost natural
request. And it turned out to be even better than she'd
imagined.
'How long had she known she was a bottom?' 'Why did she
like it so much?' 'What did she want to try that they hadn't
already done?' She found, without much surprise, that having
to answer these embarrassing questions in this public place
was turning her on tremendously. Her pussy had been slightly
moist when they'd started. It was quite damp now. She was
afraid the back of her gown must be getting a wet spot and
worried it would show when she got up to leave. She was
very grateful for the dim lighting.
Then came the question she had been passionately dreading.
It had really struck a nerve and she had done a miserable job
of trying to hide the fact. 'Have you ever had sex with
another woman?'
She had somehow known the question would be asked sooner
or later. A part of her had actually been looking forward to it.
* * * * *
Jason knew early that he liked bondage and domination
games. But finding playmates who shared his passion wasn't
easy. When he first started dating he'd found only one. Then
his father died and left him a large successful company and a
fortune in cash and stocks. That made things considerably
easier. And he'd developed an instinct. Over time he'd
learned things to say and questions to ask when talking with
new girls. More importantly, he'd learned how to interpret
their answers. Now about one of every three girls he dated
ended up being added to the growing list in his little black
book.
And being rich he wasn't obligated to play by the same rules
as, what his father had called, 'the little people.' He wasn't
monogamous and didn't pretend to be. He was, in fact, very
truthful to his playmates about his other partners. Those who
could live with it did so. The others left. And still his list of
names grew.
Sarah had been quite a find. She was a tall girl with a vaguely
middle-eastern look. Something in her shape and bearing
reminded one of a belly dancer. But her skin tones weren't
dark. And her long wavy hair was such a light brown it
almost looked blond. All in all, Jason thought she was quite
a treat. And then to discover her deep capacity for
submission.
* * * * *
He thought about her non-answer as he continued to stroke
his finger over her clit. Even in the unclear light he could tell
she was blushing furiously. "Go on, explain," he again
prompted.
Sarah was stuck and knew it. "I . . . That is, I've never
actually been with another woman."
"But you think about it?"
She flushed even deeper and nodded her head.
"You think about it a lot. Don't you?"
Bingo! He'd hit the mark. Sarah, still looking down, closed
her eyes and said, "Yes, sir."
"My, my, my, . . . you like women," Jason mused, ". . . and
you like to be dominated." His finger slid across her engorged
clitoris as he spoke. Sarah unexpectedly tripped over the edge
and orgasmed right at the table, just as the waiter was walking
up with a carafe to freshen their coffee.
"Please pardon my friend," Jason explained, "she has asthma."
* * * * *
Their lovemaking that night was the best ever. There was an
intensity Sarah had never before experienced.
Then she didn't hear from Jason for the next two weeks. She
didn't know if she'd done something wrong. If the whole
thing was over. Or if he'd just upped and died.
She was moping around her dorm room one night when the
phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Are you free Saturday night?"
"Jason, where the hell have you been?"
"Busy," he said brushing aside her question as well as her
implied question. "Are you free this Saturday?" he asked with
a little more iron in his voice.
She was tempted to say 'No' just to get back at him for
leaving her hanging. But instead answered meekly. "Yes,
sir."
"Good. My place, 6:45 pm sharp, informal attire, but look
nice. Eat a snack before you come, dinner will be late." He
paused. She said nothing. "Oh yes," he continued, "and don't
beat off between now and then." The phone went dead.
Part of her was furious at this cavalier treatment. But she was
also quite turned on by it. Her panties were very damp
indeed. She hadn't felt like having sex for over a week. Now
she most certainly did. But she couldn't beat off for the next
five days. Sarah felt like howling in frustration.
* * * * *
Jason lived alone in an impressive penthouse apartment in the
business district. It wasn't even a penthouse in the regular
sense. That is, it wasn't part of an apartment complex. It had
started out as a temporary residence for his father, who quite
literally 'lived the business.' He had it set up using the entire
top floor of his corporate headquarters.
When his father died, Jason made sure the company continued
to thrive. Knowing he had no head for business, he'd done a
good job of hiring excellent managers to run things. Aside
from the occasional public event he was obligated to attend,
he stayed out of their way and let the cash roll in. The
enterprise grew. Soon the corporate headquarters had moved
to a larger and more impressive building in a neighboring city.
Jason expanded and converted the top two floors of the
building into a rather flamboyant bachelor's pad. The 28th
floor he reserved as a buffer and a kind of storage facility
against his future needs. The rest of the building had been
converted to office space.
All of which made for good neighbors. The building was
largely deserted nights and on weekends.
There were security guards to guard his security. There was
a maintenance crew to deal with maintenance. And there was
a discreet cleaning lady who came three times a week to
straighten up, do laundry, and make sure the larder was well
stocked.
All in all, it was an ideal life for a young, well-to-do, and
rather kinky man-about-town.
* * * * *
Sarah arrived by taxi at the front door of the complex a bit
early. The security guards knew her face and let her in. She
took the executive elevator up to the 29th floor and waited in
the anteroom, killing time and checking her wristwatch. She
wasn't sure what this new game was, but Jason had said '6:45
sharp.' Punctuality had become an important part of their
game. So she waited. Before leaving her dorm she had called
and set her watch by the atomic clock in Washington.
She fidgeted with her purse and waited some more. At
precisely 6:44 and 50 seconds she walked to the apartment
door. It opened even as she was raising her hand to knock.
Jason was dressed only in his black smoking jacket. His hair
was slightly disheveled and to Sarah he looked positively
delicious. Without saying a word he took her in his arms,
pulled her close, and favored her with a long, luxurious kiss.
She was almost breathless with lust when he broke off and
pulled back to look at her.
"You look fabulous," he said, and then added with a sly grin.
"Are you ready for an adventure."
Sarah didn't know quite how to respond. Her legs were
weak. What did he have planned? She felt powerful jolts of
lust, fear, and curiosity. She suddenly found she couldn't
muster the will to speak. Instead she just looked at him with
all the emotions she was feeling playing clearly over her face.
Jason studied her for a moment. "I'll take that as a 'yes.'"
Taking her hand, he walked her through the penthouse to a far
corner of the building.
Sarah found herself entering a large unlit room. She'd never
seen it before. It was a den or office of some kind. There was
a massive desk lost in the gloom in one corner. Wood
paneling covered the walls. And there was plenty of fine
conservative furniture scattered about. Jason led her to a
massive leather sofa facing a great glass window overlooking
the city. The sun had just set. The view was magnificent.
The city was starting to light up. The bay was still visible in
the distance. A large yellow moon was hanging overhead.
Jason didn't stop to admire the view. He turned and gave
Sarah another long kiss. Then he reached down, grabbed the
bottom of her fuzzy turtleneck sweater and, as she raised her
arms, gently lifted it over her head. He kissed her again,
reached around, and unsnapped her bra. Removing the
garment, he leaned down and nuzzled and kissed her lovely
breasts. Sarah's nipples were rigid and hypersensitive. She
trembled as he kissed her. Then she noticed a small pile of
bondage paraphernalia on the coffee table. She trembled even
more.
Sarah wanted to ask questions, but that wasn't the game. And
she had to admit that the uncertainty was adding a tremendous
dash of excitement to the evening's mix. What did he have
planned? She was already moist when he'd started undressing
her. By the time she'd noticed the bondage materials, she was
positively wet. Her panties were going to begin sticking to
her crotch if this went on for long.
But Jason just kept kissing and licking and nibbling and
undressing her as he went. He got down on one knee and
carefully removed her sneakers and socks. He undid her jeans
and slid them down as well. The panties were the last to go.
He carelessly tossed her clothes onto the large leather chair.
When Sarah was finally nude, he stood up and stepped back
to admire her. "Superb," he said. She suddenly felt extremely
self-conscious and stifled an urge to cover her breasts and
crotch with her hands.
Jason reached over to the table and removed a leather collar
from the pile. He brought it up and held it before her face so
that she could look at it. There was a brass plate with an
inscription she could just make out in the dim light. It was her
name. She didn't know what to say. So 'this' was what the
evening was about.
Jason opened the collar and moved to put it around Sarah's
neck. She helped him by pulling her long hair up out of his
way.
Once the collar was in place he kissed her again. Then he
turned her around, facing away from him. She heard him
reach down and pick up something else off the table. She felt
her hands being cuffed together behind her back. He stepped
up against her and reached around her taut body to massage
a breast with one hand and her twat with the other. She could
feel the stiffness of his prick against her hands as he nuzzled
her ear. If he kept that up for any length of time she would
come for sure.
But he didn't keep it up. Just as she was about to grab his
member with her cuffed hands, he pulled away again and
moved her over to the sofa. With a little help (it was awkward
laying down with her hands cuffed behind her), he positioned
her so that she was lying on her belly on the sofa.
Jason cuffed her ankles next. He used a short strap to tie her
wrist restraints to the ankle restraints. He cinched them
tightly. Not so tightly that it was painful, but tight enough
that Sarah knew she wasn't going anywhere until he let her.
Jason stepped back again to admire the view. "Magnificent,"
he said again. "Simply marvelous." Sarah felt very proud to
hear him say that. But she felt more lustful than anything else.
'OK,' she thought, 'he has me tied up. Now what?'
The 'now what' turned out to be a gag. It was made of black
leather that almost seemed to match the sofa. There was a
soft blunt penis prod on the inside that effectively filled her
mouth to capacity. And once strapped in place, it kept her
from saying anything or even from making very loud noises.
And then nothing much happened at all. Jason sat on the floor
next to her and continued to kiss, lick, rub, and fondle her
body around the restraints. But Sarah sensed that he wasn't
going anywhere with it. He was just biding his time. It was
highly erotic, but her curiosity was starting to drive her crazy.
Then, as he was teasingly running one fingernail over her butt
coming tantalizingly close to her crotch, a little chime went off
that she never heard before. She turned her head and looked
at him. He was glancing up at the wall clock. "Right on
time," he said, almost to himself.
Sarah grunted questioningly. He only smiled and continued
with his gentle fondling. But noticing her uneasiness he said,
"The guards ring me to announce guests." At this, Sarah
became quite distressed indeed. Somebody was coming up?
Surely he wasn't going to let some stranger see her this way.
She thrashed about and grunted objections into the gag.
Jason just smiled again and gave her butt cheek a serious slap.
It stung. "Quiet," he said. "This is part of the adventure."
Sarah quieted but didn't lose any of her agitation. She could
hear the elevator mechanism gently whirring in the
background.
Jason again glanced at the clock and then stood up. Leaning
over, he kissed her ear and whispered, "Now don't go
anywhere." And he was gone. Sarah was left to writhe in her
bondage. This she did for just a half minute. Then, realizing
how hopeless that was, she got as quiet as possible and
listened intently.
At first nothing. The elevator had stopped. She looked up at
the clock. 7:14 pm. The second hand was coming up to 7:15.
With 20 seconds to go there came a distant knock. 'Hmmph'
Sarah thought with a vague sense of superiority 'whoever it is
didn't set his watch as accurately as she had.'
- - - - -
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