Message-ID: <40383asstr$1042247426@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <spiller48@hotmail.com> From: "Spiller -" <spiller48@hotmail.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: <F124JtkiYAsdtDlVNwv000166ea@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 10 Jan 2003 15:25:38.0006 (UTC) FILETIME=[871E2F60:01C2B8BC] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 10 Jan 2003 15:25:37 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Small Town, Small Street, part two (BDSM, M+/F+) Date: Fri, 10 Jan 2003 20:10:26 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/40383> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates This story is adult material, so stay off, if you shouldn't be here. Remember: Authors' only reward is your comment. So please take a minute of your time to mail an opinion to: spiller48@hotmail.com Chapter four, number 5 and number 7. There is not much to be said about number 5. In this case you could talk about `provincial' and `boring', or maybe I just do not know what has been going on earlier. Today it is occupied by an old couple in their eighties, and all the years I lived in the street there was no hanky panky with them. A retired fisherman he is a stout and weather-beaten man, and she is your archetype grandmother and great grandmother. Solid, kind, always busy and taking care of a lot of things. But number 7 ! When my attention was attracted to them they were in their mid thirties. Two nice and kind persons, and their children just as nice and well behaved. Helly was a school secretary and Peter was a clerk at the town hall. Not two very well paid jobs, but taking care of the pennies assured them a comfortable life in the house, which was their big hobby. Peter was very proficient with his hands, and Helly had done a lot of preliminary work in the city archives, so today their house was definitely the best restored in the street. Best in the way that it was absolutely true to its original looks. I had lived in the street for four years before I noticed anything. In the afternoon the kids were picked up by the grannies for a weekend in Legoland, and at around 7 three couples arrived at number 7. At about 9 I went for a short walk, and nothing out of the ordinary took place. From the windows of number 7 I could hear music, and people could be seen dancing. But when I returned from my walk about an hour later it looked as if the house was empty. No light, no people, no party. Quite early, I had to admit, and it tickled my curiosity. I went home (I lived in number 11) and changed into a black cotton coat and a black hat. Then I went down to my back garden and along the path running behind the fences of all houses in Smallstreet. Number 7 was the only house in Smallstreet, which had a basement. And it was not even a proper basement; more like a first floor dug a couple of feet into the ground. A thin stripe of light penetrated the curtains, and I just could not help myself; my curiosity demanded satisfaction. What I saw through that narrow opening in the basement curtains had started five years earlier. Helly and Peter had been married for 7 years when they ran head on into a severe stalemate. It was absolutely no case of the `seven year itch'; it was more a case of the `missing itch'. Two highly active children, quite demanding jobs for both, work on the house, and then the 30-year syndrome: Your future seems put on rails, some of the dreams of your youth never came through, and the days turn monotonous and bleak. Each factor on its own would have been easily handled, but together they formed an efficient `passion killer', and gradually their lovemaking deteriorated into once a week, once every two weeks and once every month, if the weather was not too bad. On a gloriously warm afternoon in June they had filled up one of those portable plastic pools for the kids to play with in the back garden. A little later Helly jokingly splashed a shower of water onto Peter, as he was sunning himself beside the pool. Equally jokingly Peter chased her round the garden, and right in front of their kids their love life took a drastic turn. He caught her, wrestled her down on the grass, held her arms, and jokingly started spanking her round bottom through her bikini briefs. Peter had expected her to fight back, but suddenly she went very soft in his hands, and her heavy breathing was no longer caused by their running around. It was just a short moment, because the kids thought it great fun, and came running to take part in the joke, but the moment was not forgotten. That night when they were undressing for bed, Peter saw that Helly had not changed her bikini into underwear, as she always did. When she took off her summer dress she was standing in her bikini, very conscious of what she was doing. Fortunately Peter is a very sensitive man, and he immediately percepted her wish. "Come over here, Helly. I think I didn't finish that spanking you deserve for splashing water on me." Slowly, without saying a word, she walked up to him. Her nervousness showed clearly in her slow steps, because this time it was not for fun, and she only had a faint idea of how she would react. In one swift movement he wrestled her down on their bed, lying face down, and when he had grabbed both her wrists with his left hand, he started slapping her pretty, round bottom. Quickly her breathing changed, just like it had done in the garden. "Don't you move while I take off your top." Peter let go of her hands, and true to his order she stayed where she was. When her top was off, he grabbed her hands again, and in a very determined way he dealt her 10 slaps on her arse and the backside of her thighs. This time Helly wriggled her hips, but not as if to avoid him, more like she tried to make her ass even more vulnerable. Strong currents of passion and submission cursed through her body and her mind, and her breathing became more ragged. After the last slap Peter let his hand rest on the backside of her thighs, and a little later he slowly and deliberately moved it up between the insides of her thighs until he touched her cunt through the panties. Her gusset was dripping wet. "She must have anticipated this for hours," he thought, "she couldn't get this wet in just a few minutes." He pulled out his hand and said: "In a little while I shall let go of your hands for a short moment. That doesn't mean your punishment is over. I only want you to stand up and take off those panties, and then turn round to show me that pink arse you've got." As if to emphasize his words he landed another two slaps on her, and then he let go. Helly got up from the bed, and stood in front of him for a little while, knees trembling, and a host of new sensations running through her. Then she hitched her thumbs into her waistband, and pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. When she was standing upright again she turned round and stood dead still, showing her glowing arse to her husband. Peter ran his hand gently across the pink, hot skin, and Helly shivered at the difference of his touch. When he grabbed her hips and pushed, as if to turn her round again, she willingly followed his silent direction. Peter was still sitting on the edge of their bed with Helly standing close in front of him, when he said: "Spread your legs. I want to feel how wet my cunt is." Helly was a little puzzled by his words, but willingly she moved her right foot, now standing with legs spread and her cunt on display. "Put your hands on your hips and push my cunt closer to me, but don't move your feet." Helly couldn't hold back a loud gasp of excitement when his hand finally touched her naked cunt. And wet she was. Very wet. Peter pulled back his hand and showed her the glistening juices on it. "Mmm, my cunt is deliciously juicy tonight. Only a pity it's hidden by too much hair. Go and fetch your sharpest pair of scissors, I want to trim it." "But I've never done that before. I don't want you to trim it." In one very fast movement Peter pulled her down across his lap and landed 5 hard slaps on her arse. Then he lifted her off again and made her stand in front of him. "Didn't you hear me tell you that it's MY cunt?" "Yes, Peter, I heard it." "And can't I do to my cunt what I want to do?" "Yes, Peter." "All right, then. Go and fetch the scissors." Helly quickly fetched the little pair of scissors from their medicine cabinet in the bathroom. When she returned she handed it to him and said: "These are the sharpest we've got, Peter. But please be careful." He looked at her pussy for a little while, snipping the scissors in the air. "No, dear, this is not a safe angle to do it. Come and lie down on your back across the bed, and I'll see what I can do." He stood looking down at her as she stretched out on the bed, her ass close to the edge. Suddenly he turned round and grabbed the wire, connecting the lamp on his dresser. Then he went to the other side of the bed and pulled her arms together over her head, quickly tied her wrists together, and then secured their position over her head by tying them down to the side of the bed. "You see, I've better make sure that you stay where I want you. Now, open your legs and lift your knees up to your breasts." Never had she felt so vulnerable and degraded, and her pussy started running again. With his left arm supporting her thighs Peter now started cutting her pussyhair very short. Around her arse and her pussy lips first, which elicited a few scared gasps from Helly, when she felt the scissors touch her most vulnerable places. Then up to her abundant bush, which soon was a lot less abundant. When he had finished cutting, Peter fetched a warm, wet washrag from the bathroom and removed the snippets of hair from her body and from the bed. "My God, Helly, you look absolutely ravishing. I can really see how your cunt has opened up." He ran a finger from her bellybutton down across her protruding mons and all the way down touching her clit, vagina and arse. "And deliciously wet it is. I'm sure I'll get a lot of pleasure out of my cunt tonight." "Can I see it?" "I'll untie your hands for a little while, and you can look all you want while I go downstairs and fetch the cloth-line." When he returned with the bundle of line Helly was standing in front of the mirror. "Peter ! This is too much. I really can't go to the showers after the gym tomorrow, looking like this." "Why not? To me it looks a lot better." "What am I going to tell them, when they start asking questions?" "Tell them that your husband likes it so much that he wants to have a better look." A little snicker escaped her. "That would make a few of them quite envious." On the bed Helly was tied up spread-eagled, without a chance to move. For almost an hour Peter `tormented' her, sometimes spanking her thighs and her cunt, sometimes licking and sucking her fiercely, right up to the point of orgasm. Time and again he tested her to see, how far he could go, how hard he could pinch her nipples, how she would react having her face slapped with his hard cock, how much spanking would give her lust, and what made her flinch. Finally he masturbated her to a glorious orgasm, and before she had finished coming he plunged his red-hot cock into her and started fucking her fiercely. He could feel, that he would not last very long, but neither would Helly, considering it would be her second orgasm. When he saw the signs of her oncoming orgasm, her pink cheeks and chest, he suddenly pinched her nipples very hard, with his nails. He pinched them and he pulled them, while he hammered her the last 6 or 7 times. With a roar he emptied himself into her, and was rewarded with the most wonderful contractions of her cunt, as her orgasm overtook her. When his cock dwindled and plopped out of her, he got up on hands and knees and untied the strings, at the same time caressing her gently in the places where he had afflicted pain only moments earlier. They were totally exhausted, and it was way past midnight, when Helly snuggled up on his shoulder, her eyes shiny with tears of happiness. Peter realized, that for two absolutely unprepared beginners, they had been very, very fortunate, that the whole evening had developed so well. When they woke up next morning Helly was very loving and still very happy, and that day and over the next weeks they agreed to seek more information and inspiration before they tried again. For a couple of years they gradually developed their relationship. One problem, though, were the children. The risk of being disturbed, while Helly was tied up, was imminent, and on Helly's suggestion Peter redecorated one of the rooms in the basement to be their `darkroom'. Of course a darkroom must have a lock on the inside, and of course children cannot get in there just on the spur of the moment, and of course he put up a lot of sound isolation when he set up new panelling and ceiling. About a year later they got a computer, and together they surfed the Internet for information, and when they found the homepage of a Copenhagen SM club called `The Black Society' they were very silent for the time it took them to read about the club. When they had finished reading they turned to look at each other. "I don't even have to touch, Helly. I can see in your eyes that you are wet now." "And I can see your pants all right, but I wouldn't need to, to know you are hard." "What do you think? Should we give it a try?" "It looks terribly exciting, doesn't it?" "You bet. I'm very hard just talking about it." "And I'm wet. But...." "But what?" "With other people around, I'll sure need two `stop' codes. One like we have now, if things get too painful, but I'll also need one, if I really feel it's getting out of hand and I want to go home at once." "I'll need that one too. We could use the same word, and make the agreement, that it has to be respected under all circumstances. No discussion, no hesitation, just up and go if the word is said." She leaned over and kissed him. "You are such a sweetheart. God how I love you. And praise be the moment I splashed you with water." "Mmmm, only too happy you did, love. Well, let that be the word, then: `WATER'." Later they often talked about how easily they came to this agreement. If they had known how it would change their life they probably would have discussed it a lot more, but they did not. Peter contacted the club, they got more information, they were told about evenings for `beginners', and of sections of the club where people, who were into severe pain, could stay by themselves, and a lot more information. Two months later they `parked' the kids at Helly's parents and drove to Copenhagen on a Saturday evening. Helly had spent the better part of the afternoon making herself look like a million, in a slinky, red silk dress, high heels, sexy lingerie and heavy makeup. Peter was very elegant in casual slacks, white shirt and a coat. On the ride to Copenhagen they didn't talk much, but Helly felt herself getting more and more heavy and damp between her thighs, and her belly felt, as if half of Denmark's butterflies had moved in there. The kind people in the reception had shown them the facilities and had advised them to take a look around, first. "You'll have to go and change first, though. Our erotic dress code is very unrestricted, but you have to be dressed in something erotic, like sexy lingerie, fetish gear, or whatever you like. We do not allow `suits on sightseeing' inside." Helly's underwear was fine for the occasion, shiny black stockings and suspenders, a tiny bra and flimsy panties. Peter's red G-string pouch would serve the purpose, and from his little suitcase he chose a short whip with 10 very soft leather thongs. Just before they entered Peter landed the whip on her arse and said: "Those panties will have to go, too. I want my cunt to be available." The sight that met them was unbelievable, and for a short moment Helly was tempted to cry `water'. About 30 people in various stages of nakedness, and as if it was the most natural behaviour in just as varied ways of domination. A tremendous rush of adrenaline ran through Helly, and she felt herself terribly turned on by the sights, but scared at the same time. A couple of the spankings were really severe. In a smaller room there were about 15 people engaged in different activities, but this time it looked a little less advanced. Peter sat down and told Helly to sit on the floor at his feet. For a little while they absorbed the activities and the different utilities. "That's right, sit down for a while and look at things." The tall woman from the reception came up to Peter's chair. "It is always a bit overwhelming the first time. But in this room, as you can see, there is no hard pain." She squatted in front of Helly. "I can see you are the slave. You do have a safety word, don't you?" "Yes. Actually we have two." "How is that?" "One for the pain, and one for going home." "Oh, that is very clever for the first times. But things will not turn nasty if you don't want it. It is a very strict rule, that you can ask for or offer assistance to other couples or individuals, but a `no' must be totally respected. May I offer you some advice?" "Certainly," Peter said. "For beginners I can recommend either the big X at the wall, or the solid bench with clamps for wrists and ankles." She got up from her squatted position and talked to Peter: "If you want to, I'd be happy to help you secure your slave to the big X, and show you what you can do there." "That would be very nice, in case she should put up a little struggle. Let's try that. Come, Helly." Helly felt her knees turn into jelly as she was led across the room to the big X on the wall. She didn't put up any resistance as Peter and the tall woman cuffed her wrists to the cross. Peter stepped back and looked at her. "I like that. Very nice." "The legs can be fixated in two ways." The tall woman showed Peter. "These cuffs are just like those for the wrists, so you wife will be tied up, really spread eagled. These other two are special. Look here: If you tie these leather cuffs to her ankles, you can hoist them up to be level with her wrists. A most interesting position. If you intend to leave her in that position for a long time, I'd advice you to put up this shelf to support her arse. Hanging unaided for a long time may be harmful to her back, apart from the pain and discomfort." "For a beginning I'd like her spread-eagled. She'll have to get used to other people looking at her, and I think I'd like to warm her front side a little." "OK. You start warming her, and I'll cuff her." Peter went up close to Helly and pressed a kiss on her trembling lips. Then he stepped back, and landed a number of lashes, which were more symbolic than really whiplashes, on her belly, pussy and thighs. He stepped back and admired the sight of his wife. "Yes, she is very pretty," said the tall woman. "Do you think she's going to like it here?" "I should hope so, but why don't you check her out for me? I'd guess she's reasonably wet already." There was a frightened look in Helly's eyes as the tall woman stepped up close, but she didn't say neither `break' nor `water', as she gave in and admitted her curiosity. This was the first time ever she was going to be touched by another woman. A divine tingle cursed through her body, as the soft, slim fingers parted the petals of her `rose', found her abundant juice, and went on to touch her clit with a lovely, soft pressure. A low moan escaped her, and she pulled at her cuffed wrists, as if to struggle against being tied up, but really it was in order to allow herself to rub her clit against that slender finger. "I'm sure she'll like it here," the tall woman said. "Do you want to taste?" She pulled her hand away from Helly's pussy and held it up in front of Peter's lips. He saw that they were glistening with juice, and it was a very erotic feeling to suck his wife's juice off another woman's fingers. "I should say so," Peter remarked. "And thank you for your help. I think I'll take it from here for a while. Thank you." Chapter five, number 7 continued.... Peter went up closer to Helly and landed little stinging lashes across her thighs and belly. A couple of the leather thongs slipped in between her legs and hit her pussy with a stinging pain. Once again the adrenalin rushed through her, and she was totally concentrated on what was going on now, not five minutes or two years ago. When he stepped up very close to her, the uncertainty about what he was going to do was like a hot, erotic caress. He placed the whip in front of her mouth. "Hold this with your teeth, I need my hands elsewhere." Willingly she opened her mouth and bit into the shaft of the whip, and then she felt Peter's hands move down to her tiny bra. Fortunately it opened in front, and soon it was hanging lose on her ribs, while her proud, small and pert breasts stood out all naked. He took back his whip and stepped back. "Mmmm. You look absolutely edible now, the only thing I need for now is to get that lovely pink colour on your whole front." God, he was good at that: Small, smart lashes, just hard enough to hurt a little, but never really violent. Her tiny breasts quivered in the most enticing way every time the soft leather thongs hit them, and gradually her whole front started to glow. For a short while he concentrated on hitting the top of her thighs and her pussy, and soon he saw her try to push her abdomen forward to meet his lashes. Throughout this, a nice couple around 40 had been watching them intensely. When Peter stopped the whipping and turned round to look at them, a moan escaped the woman. "That looks wonderful. You are very good at that." She was a full-bodied very pretty woman, dressed only in numerous thin chains, which intricately exposed her body where it ought to be exposed. Peter turned to her husband: "I could do with a little help. I'm not quite sure how to hoist up my slave's legs. Do you know how it works?" The excitement Helly had felt when she saw the club's homepage had been very nondescript, but suddenly her hidden lust broke out. Having a stranger help Peter hoist her legs up, so her ankles were close to her wrists, and so that her arse and cunt jutted out in such a vulnerable position, was the wildest and horniest situation she could have imagined. The two men stepped back to enjoy the sight, and Peter said: "I think we'll let her hang like that for a little while, before we put up the little shelf to support her arse. I think I'll whip her arse a little, but then you should feel free to touch and play with my slave." This time Peter put quite a bit more power into his lashes, and in just a few minutes Helly's behind and the back of her thighs had acquired the most lovely rosy colour, and her moans of pain had changed to moans of lust. Peter reached out and fondled her cunt as if it was just some piece of meat. "Oh, dear. She's very sloppy now. I shouldn't blame you, if you want your slave to clean up this wet cunt with her tongue, before you handle her." The man turned round and pulled at a thin chain, which was fastened to a dog's collar around his wife's neck: "You heard him, Ulla, there is a wet cunt to be licked clean. Get up and do it." Helly opened her eyes, and through a haze of lust she saw the pretty brunette walk up to her, felt how she reached out and caressed her rosy thighs, and then lowered her mouth to her wet cunt. A soft, moaning "ooohhh" escaped her, as Ulla proceeded to lick her with that tiny, pointed tongue, almost as if her cunt was an ice-cone to be consumed. Rushes of lust flew through her as she savoured this first: A woman licking her out. Ulla withdrew her mouth. "She's cleaned out now, John." "Did you clean out her arse, too? Some of that juice must have run down there." With shiny eyes Ulla dived in again, this time lapping the whole crack, from arsehole to clit and back again. Her own nipples swelled visibly as she was doing this. "Ready for you, John. She tastes very good." John looked at Peter, who nodded his head in approval. "Ok, and thank you Peter. But maybe you would do me a favour?" "Of course." "Ulla thought you were very good with the whip. If I chain her arms to that rope, hanging from the ceiling, would you please give her a good lashing? I'd sure appreciate that." Only a minute later Ulla's arms were raised towards the ceiling, and she was left standing on the front of her feet. Her breasts were heaving, and the big, brown nipples stood out. Peter waited to watch Helly's reaction when John started licking her. There was no way she could hide her excitement, and then he turned round to Ulla. Without any preparation he landed the first two soft lashes on her front. Only a few of the leather thongs landed on her skin, the rest hit her chains. Soon he found out how he could lift the light chains to bare Ulla's skin wherever he wanted it bared, and very methodically he proceeded to warm her. It was a great delight to be able to walk around her, as she was hanging there, and so was the little kitten-like mewing she uttered, every time the whip hit her. Suddenly he heard the familiar sounds of Helly approaching an orgasm. Peter turned his head to look at the scene. John lifted his head out of Helly's cunt and asked: "Should we allow her to come?" "Since it's her first time here I think we should. If you put two fingers up her slave cunt I'm sure you'll like her contractions." "OK, I'll enjoy them." John soon had a couple of fingers up her cunt, and then he started licking her again. Helly opened her eyes for a short moment and looked at Peter through a blurred haze of lust, and then she closed them again and succumbed to the orgasm. Peter had moved in behind Ulla, and while they both enjoyed the horny sight, he fondled her breasts with one hand and masturbated her with the other. Ulla was so wet, that juice had seeped down and made the soft insides of her thighs abundantly wet. Her cunt was certainly a delight to touch. "I'm sure your lovely, red skin tells you, that we are in command tonight, doesn't it," Peter whispered into Ulla's ear. "Oh, yes, it does. You and John are in command, sir." Peter reached up and untied her wrists from the rope. "Fine. I order you to go and suck your husband's fingers clean, and then you can help him guide his cock into my slave's cunt. And mind you, it's the first cock other than mine, that she's had for ten years." "But I need John's permission, too." "Hey, John. Your slave needs your permission to guide your cock into my slave. Can she do that?" "Sure. I'd be delighted if it's OK with you and your slave." "It's OK with me, and that's all the OK you need. Helly is here tonight to obey and enjoy, those were my orders when we entered." John fetched a low box to stand on, which would bring his cock level with Helly's vulgarly open cunt, and with shaking hands Ulla rolled a condom on to his fat cock. While she rubbed it up and down Helly's slit and then positioned it at the opening, John turned round to look at Peter. "And you are very welcome to take your pleasure out of my slave. That fuck-bench over there is perfect." While the two slaves were fucked for good, Helly's screams of joy had called the attention of several of the other guests, and when John pulled out his dwindling cock Peter invited all, men and women alike, to touch, masturbate or lick his slave. Later Peter fucked Helly's by now very sloppy cunt, but without a condom, and their first club evening ended when John ordered Ulla to suck Helly's cum-filled cunt while he fucked her from behind. In the shower and sauna still later, they talked about what had happened. John and Ulla and three other couples were in the sauna too. Peter admitted that the evening had surpassed his hottest expectations, and Helly just nodded her exhausted agreement. "I just loved that you two do not use all that strange lingo of `Master', `sub', `Lord' and all," said John. "It seems so strange to me." "Me too," a couple of the others said. A little later Peter said:" The only thing which could have made this even better would have been the absence of rubbers, but with AIDS and all, it's too dangerous without." The evening turned out to be Peter's and Helly's only visit to the club. Before they left five couples had agreed to start their own, private club, with strict promises of an HIV-check plus abstinence from other extracurricular activities. Those were the guests I had seen enter number 7, because the club was still going strong, with one monthly club evening, taking place in peoples private `dungeons'. 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