Chapter 8
And he had. It was all that Donald could keep thinking about, and one evening, when Reggie was over, the two of them talked about it.
Reggie had brought along Maggie, and fiery black haired girl he had met a few days earlier, and he and Donald had started to have a good time with her.
They had tied her up, with thick manacles, so that her hands were tied behind her back. Then, Reggie had asked Donald if he still had one of those cement things that they could strap her to, and Donald had smiled.
They had taken a cement block, and they had strapped a metal band around Maggie's waist, so that the front of her body was pressed against the block.
Then, they had taken another metal band and strapped it around the girl's cone shaped left tit. After it had been secured, Reggie had reached for a spring that he saw. He had pierced Maggie's nipple with the spring, and then he had stretched it and attached it to another end of the cement block.
The spring, stretched out as it was, was still keeping Maggie's nipple secure.
After that, Reggie had been standing behind her, and he had started to thrust his groin against the girl's buttocks. He had looked at Donald, who, at the time, was still into what they were doing.
"I'm going to show this girl how nice it is to have a cock up her ass," Reggie had said to his friend, and he had been smiling.
Then, he had opened his pants, and he had pulled his cock out.
"Beg me for it, bitch," he had said to Maggie. "Beg me for it."
Reggie's cock had been throbbing as he had been rubbing it against the girl's taut buttocks, and Donald had patted his friend on the back as soon as Maggie had started to beg to have the dick up her ass.
Reggie had thrust himself deep into the girl's asshole, and she had let out a loud, wailing cry as he had first entered her.
But then, he had heard the way she was moaning, telling him that he was the master of her flesh and all, and he had loved it.
However, Donald had already left the room. He had moved into one of his sitting rooms, where he was smoking an opium pipe and drinking. When he flicked on a switch, he was looking at Reggie and Maggie.
Reggie had fucked the girl's ass for the longest time, and then, he had started to grunt and groan when he was coming inside of her.
He had pulled out after he had shot a load, and he had looked around.
Donald clicked on the intercom, and told Reggie where he could be found, and after the man had wiped off his cock on the girl's naked body, he had stuffed it back into his pants and walked toward the smoking room.
The place reeked of the opium already, and as Reggie poured himself a drink, he looked at his black-haired friend, and knew something was wrong.
"Why didn't you stay to watch me fuck her?" he asked.
"I could see you fucking her from here. Look," Donald said, and when he pushed a button and both men looked at the small television screen, they could see Maggie in the room, still bound to the cement platform the way she had been left.
"I know that you could watch me," Reggie said to him.
"Then why are you so upset?" Donald had asked him, and he was filling up his glass again with straight booze.
"Because I wanted you to stay, Don. I thought that you would like Maggie. I knew that she liked you. She's seen your picture in the papers many times, and she told me how much she wanted to meet you.
"In fact, I told her that I would bring her here, only if she submitted to both of us, and she was willing to. I think that she must be quite disappointed that you walked out while I was fucking her. She would have liked your dick in her ass after I came inside of her. I know that she would have."
Donald smiled, and smoked some more from the pipe. It made Reggie so mad, that he rushed over and grabbed the pipe away.
"Listen to me, Donald. You haven't been the same for the past few days. What's up?"
Donald closed his eyes, and he could still see a vision of Mary and Laurel, making love to each other. That thought was turning him on, but it was what had happened before that bothered him, and even more so, what happened afterwards.
As Mary had been whipping her friend, Donald had thought that it might be a good time for him to interrupt. He had seen the look of lust on Mary's face, and for a few seconds, he had imagined that maybe the girl was a lesbian.
Maybe she was getting so hot because deep down, she loved the idea of making love to another woman's flesh, rather than making love to a man.
However, he had soon learned, that was not the case.
Mary had been getting off on the dominant feeling that ran through her body, and in the end, she hadn't even gone down on Laurel. She had, instead, commanded the girl to go down on her, and Laurel had.
Donald had been getting off on watching Laurel sucking Mary's cunt, and even more on the way that Laurel kept thrusting herself in and out of the girl's mouth.
Mary's nipples had started to throb even more, since she had still been wearing the leather bra top. She had, in fact, taken off the panties, for it was the only way that Laurel could get to her cunt.
Laurel had kept eating the girl for the longest time, and Donald remembered the way that Mary's whip kept flying.
He knew that he should have suspected something then, because Mary seemed to be like some kind of a maniac, in control of the whip and all, but his cock had been so stiff, and he had loved the way the lesbian scene looked.
Eventually, Mary had gotten tired, and then, she had looked right at the one way mirror, and she had spoken with him..
"I did promise her that she could have you," she said to Donald. "Laurel needs your dick so badly now, Don. Come and fuck her."
Since he had been so turned on, he had been more than willing. After all, Laurel was one hot looking girl, and her tits were just so big. Donald knew that he would love pressing his naked chest against those two mounds of flesh.
He hadn't even thought about the fact that in telling him to come into the room like that, Mary had taken command. Instead, he had just stood up and walked down the hall, and within a few more minutes, he was naked.
Mary had stood to one side, and she had watched Donald enter Laurel.
It was a fucking that Donald would never forget, not only because of how tight Laurel's pussy was around him, but because of other things.
He had entered her right away, and he had started to thrust in and out of her nice and fast. Then, he had felt Mary rubbing the whip handle over his buttocks, and the feeling of the leather had been nice enough.
However, Mary had continued for the longest time.
She had started to smack his buttocks with the leather, and only because his cock was still in the redhead's cunt, he had said nothing.
He had started to kiss Laurel on the lips, and he had been pressing his tongue in and out of her mouth, loving the way that she would suck on him.
He had started to thrust faster, and soon, he had realized that Mary was beginning to whip his ass lightly. At first, he had hardly even noticed it, but then, he had felt the leather stinging his buttocks.
He had turned to look at her, and she was standing there with her fingers in her cunt, masturbating herself and smiling at him at the same time.
"Stop it," he had commanded her, but she hadn't listened.
Since he had been on the verge of coming any moment, he had known that there was really no sense in letting something like that keep getting him down. He had thrust faster, and then, he had felt the come shooting into Laurel's cunt.
As he was coming, Laurel had started to spasm hard around his cock, ancLhe had felt her steady flow of warm cunt juices all over him. He had loved that feeling, but once he was out of his orgasmic passion, he turned to Mary.
He stood up, and tried to grab the whip from her, but she seemed to be holding it much too tight. She seemed to want to keep holding it, and that had pissed him off.
"Let me have it," he had commanded, and she hadn't listened.
Finally, he had just told both girls to get dressed, and he had asked the chauffeur to take them both home. That night, as he had rested in bed, he had been thinking about Mary the whole time, and just couldn't seem to get her out of his mind.
He knew that she had loved being dominant, and that was bad.
However, it was not until the next night when he took her out to dinner, that he knew for sure. Her whole attitude had changed, but he hadn't been able to pick up on what the difference was, until they were back at her place.
Then, as they were undressing, she started to command him to do things.
He had been naked, and he had gotten down on his knees to lick her cunt, but when she had told him to lick harder, he had sensed it already. He had started to eat her harder, sucking on her clit and biting into it, but then, she had pulled her cunt away.
As soon as she had done that, he had felt her wrapping the leather whip around his neck, and she started to lead him across the floor.
He had tried to keep in place, but she had pulled on the leather so hard, that he had felt himself choking a little bit. In the end, of course, he had obeyed her.
She had wanted him to fuck her, and he had.
"Now let me control you," he had said to her, after he had shot a thick load of come right into her cunt. "Let me take the whip to you."
"No," she said to him. "I don't want anyone to ever take the whip to me."
"Look, Mary, I felt the same way, but I let you control me. I let you be my Mistress, and now you have to let me be your Master."
He had been quite serious about it, and of course, she had started to laugh, which had pissed him off more than ever.
"You didn't let me be your Mistress," she said to him. "You wanted my cunt, and I knew how much you did. In that way, you're weaker than I am, Donald. You can want my cunt badly enough to do what I want you to do."
"It was all a game," he said to her. "I was just playing a game with you."
She had started to laugh then, and he knew something, even before she told him.
"It was not a game for me, Donald. Last night, when I was with Laurel, I discovered what really turns me on. You don't know how good it felt, after all these years, to find something that could make me come.
"Just standing there watching you fuck her, with me holding the whip, was turning me ort. Knowing what power I had turned me on."
"But that's not how it's supposed to work . You are a woman, and therefore you are lower than a man. A man should have the power."
She had started to put on a robe then, which had pissed him off. It was as if she had felt that she was calling an end to the encounter.
"Donald, I went along with you all those times you tied me up, because I thought that I could get into it. I should have known that I wouldn't be able to. Look, my father whipped me enough to make me hate it. I doubt that I'll ever be able to love it."
He had grabbed her then, and he had pulled her so hard, that she had dropped the whip. He had gotten it before she did, and he had managed to wrap it around her neck tighter than she had had it on him.
He could see the way she was so scared, as he ripped her robe open.
The power he had felt surging through his body then had went right to his cock, which stood up straight and hard.
"We'll see who is the slave and who is the master," he had said to her. "Now you bitch of a slave. Suck my cock."
He had been thrusting it against her face, and keeping her from moving back by holding onto the whip tighter. Had she tried to pull back, chances were good that she would have caused herself to choke on the whip.
He had managed to get his cock into her mouth, and he had started to fuck her face as hard as he possibly could. Each time that he would thrust in deep, he could hear the sound of his groin slapping against her nose.
Then, when he would pull back, he would only give her a few seconds to catch her breath before thrusting back in hard.
He had looked at how scared she was, and he had felt his cock pulsing.
Then, when he could hold back no longer, Donald had started to shoot his thick load of come right into her mouth.
He had pulled out after she had sucked him dry, and he had seen her smiling. Then, he had loosened up the whip around her neck, and she had stood up.
She had walked toward the bathroom, and had locked the door. He could hear the sound of water running, and he knew that she was cleaning herself up. When she opened the door a few minutes later, she was wearing her nightgown, and looked like she was getting ready to hop into bed.
"Goodnight and goodbye, Donald," she said to him. "Get dressed."
"What are you talking about?" he asked her. "I'm not dressing to go anywhere."
"Forget it between us,' she said to him. "It's just not going to work out. I don't want to be a slave to you any longer."
When she had first told him, he had been shocked, and even as he had been dressing, he had tried to talk with her calmly.
"You can't force me to do what you want," she said to him, after he had told her how much he was falling in love with her. "The only thing is, I just won't get turned on to it any longer. I just can't.
"I've learned what the other side of the coin is all about, and that's what keeps me so turned on," she went on. "I wish that it would be different. You almost had me learning, Donald. You really did."
"You can learn all over again," he had said, buttoning his shirt.
She had been shaking her head no, and she went on talking.
"I never knew what it was like to control the whip," she told him. "All those times when my father whipped me, I took it. It hurt, too. I didn't channel the pain into pleasure. I didn't even think about what it would be like to be the one holding the whip, and getting him back for all he did to me.
"Last night, you let me hold the whip. True, you didn't let me hold it over you, but as I was doing Laurel, I was imagining that she was a man. I didn't go down on her because I wanted to think that she was a man eating me. If I had gone down on her, I would have smelled her pussy, and my fantasy would have ended."
"And now, all you want to do is be in control," he said.
"Yes. I thought that maybe I could be a slave and a Mistress, but just now, when you forced me to suck you off, I hated it. I hated having you control me. Before, I could take it at least. I never felt one way or the other about it. But now, the word is hate. I hate to be a slave. I like to be a Mistress."
And that had been all. It seemed like there was nothing more to say about it. "
He had gone home that night, and he had been troubled. All that he could think about was Mary, and he didn't like that too much.
He remembered the way she looked in the bank, so sweet and innocent. He remembered the way he had worked slowly with her, teaching her all about channeling her pain into pleasure, and he had been thinking of something else.
He liked her, and maybe even loved her.
Donald knew that he had never worked so long with a girl before, to teach her the way to get turned on to a man's whip.
The fact that he had worked with her so long had to mean something, and when he figured out that he did love her, he was hurt.
He wondered why it always worked out that way. Most girls always fell head over heels in love with him, the second he glanced in their, direction, but usually, after a fuck or two, he would lose interest in them.
Now that he had found a girl that he thought he could really love, she didn't love him, and he hated it. Not only did she not love him, but she seemed to never want to see him again either, and that bothered him.
That night, he had laid in bed, and he had started to fantasize, while playing with his cock. He had dreamed that he was on his knees, and she had the whip over him and was being his Mistress. He thought that if he could turn himself on by thinking about it, he might be able to change.
That was when he knew how much he had to feel for her. He never would have tried to do anything like that for any other girls.
He could not keep a hard-on however, at least when he thought about what it would be like to have her towering over him.
The only way he could get himself hard, in fact, was to think about how nice it was when he was standing over her with the whip. When he thought about lashing the leather out at her soft flesh, it made his cock surge with blood.
Then, when he did have a hard-on, he kept massaging it and tried once again to think about what it would be like if she was in control.
That second time, he hadn't lost his hard-on, and yet, he hadn't felt much from it, either. The usual pleasure that ran through his body when he would move his hand up and down his shaft was just not there.
It could have been his arm that he was running his hand up and down, rather than his hard cock, because of how much pleasure he was feeling.
That night, he had not slept too much, and he hadn't been sleeping much for the past few nights. In fact, he had been doing very little with his time. He was just sitting around his house getting high, and so long as he was high, he didn't think too much about Mary and the way she had turned off to him.
Early in the day, that afternoon, Reggie had called, and he had asked Donald what he was doing with himself. Reggie had been to the club almost every night that week, and he hadn't seen Donald there once.
Donald hadn't sounded too good on the phone, he knew, and he imagined that was why Reggie had brought Maggie along, when he had come over that evening. Reggie had probably hoped that a hot young thing, who was into being whipped and bound, would be just what Donald needed to get turned on.
"So, what's wrong?" Reggie asked Donald again. "Tell me."
Donald took a long gulp from his drink, and he loved the way that the alcohol was making him feel really good. Nothing seemed to matter.
"It's Mary," Donald said to him. "She and I aren't going to be seeing each other anymore. I'm upset about it."
Reggie started to laugh, which only made Donald more angry.
"Hey, I'm sorry, Don. It's just that I've never seen you get this upset about a girl before. It doesn't seem to be like you."
"This one is special," he said to Reggie. "I really like her."
"What makes her so special?" Reggie wanted to know.
"She was learning how to be my slave, so well," Donald told him. "I really liked her. I think that she's beautiful. Maybe I'm falling in love."
"Donald, Violet was learning to be my slave, too, and after she did, I just set her free in the world. She was beautiful, too, and a hot fuck, but that doesn't mean I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I think you should come to grip with this. Mary is just one bitch in a million."
Donald thought about it, and he had to start smiling. Reggie had such a good way of putting things into perspective.
"Now why don't you come in and fuck Maggie? I know that she would get off on feeling your cock right up her asshole."
Donald thought about the girl, and the way that she was tied, and at first, he thought that he would want to do it. But then, he could see an image of Mary, and Maggie just couldn't seem to stand up to that image.
He started to shake his head yes, and then no, because he knew that he wouldn't get any satisfaction from Maggie, even if she was a hot bitch.
"You have to get out of this slump," Reggie said to his friend. "I hate to see what it's doing to you. You're really acting down in the dumps."
"Maybe I want to marry Mary," Donald said to him.
Marriage was almost a taboo word in the world of Reggie Peters, and he looked so shocked when he heard Donald say it.
"You know that the only reason you must want her is because you know that you can't have her. That's the way it always works in the world."
"Does it?" Donald had to know.
"Of course. If you could have her, then you wouldn't want her, but since she doesn't want you, that makes you want her even more. I have a good idea. Let's go to G's tonight. I'm sure it will make you feel better."
Donald thought about it. He knew all of the girls who worked there, and they always managed to cheer him up. Of course, when he thought about it, he couldn't remember the last time in his life when he had been as down as he was feeling.
"All right," he said to Reggie. "Maybe it will help."
The two men started to get their coats on, and as they were walking out the front door, Reggie started to laugh.
"You know, I almost forgot about Maggie. Should I go and untie her?"
"I don't know," Donald said. "If she was a true slave, she wouldn't mind beind left tied up. Why don't you leave her and you can come back and stay here tonight?"
Reggie thought it was a perfect idea, and so, the two of them left, leaving Maggie bound in a room, waiting for them to come back.
G's was at its peak that night, because many of the regulars were there, and the two men did show up at the right time. It was already two in the morning, and the place was sure to get more crowded.
Pearl took their drink orders, and Reggie was as surprised as the waitress seemed to be when Donald didn't even try to move his fingers into her cunt. She was wearing her cunt spreader, and her pussy was open wide.
Still, Pearl was able to just walk off, and Reggie leaned over to Donald.
"At least act like you're trying to enjoy this place," he said to his friend. "Come on. Finger Pearl when she comes back. You'll make her night."
She did come back, and when he moved his fingers into her cunt, Donald could feel how wet and eager she was. Her clit started to throb just when he touched it, and he could feel the way her cunt was spasming already.
When her juices started to flow, he moved his lips to her cunt and licked them away. However, it didn't turn him on the way it usually did.
All he could think about was Mary, and since it was not Mary's cunt that he was licking, he didn't like it all that much.
When they heard the sound of a whip cracking a few seconds later, Donald pulled his head away from Pearl's pussy, and turned to look.
Some rich, white haired man, had his wife tied to the table. She was naked, and he was standing over her with a whip, lashing her naked flesh over and over again. She was crying out in pain each time the whip landed.
"Cheating bitch;" he screamed at her, and all of the people started to applaud as they watched the man keep whipping his wife.
Donald looked around to another part of the room, and he could see Janet, the other waitress who had put on such a good show a few weeks before working over Pearl, up on the stage so they could all see.
Janet was putting drinks down on a table, and the man sitting there was starting to move his lips to her cunt. He started to eat her, and she was moaning softly as she thrust herself against his face.
When she and Donald made eye contact, she winked at him, and although he knew that she was doing it because she liked him, he couldn't stop thinking about something else. She wasn't into what the man was doing to her.
She was just pretending to be, so that he would tip her better.
If she had been into what she was doing, she never would have looked over at him with all the lust that she seemed to be feeling.
He ran his tongue over his lips, and watched the way that she did the same thing, and he was even more sure that she was not into the man licking her.
Later, when she walked over to the table, she was smiling at him.
"Hello. Where's that blonde you were with the other day?"
"She's not here, Janet," Donald said to her.
"Hey, Janet, come here," Reggie said, and he pulled her aside.
Donald could see that Reggie was whispering something in her ear, and she had to smile. Then, she walked away, and when Reggie sat back down, Donald wanted to know what the man had said to the girl.
Reggie told him that it was a surprise, and he would see in a few minutes.
Donald continued to look around the room, and he started to think about how truly decadent this place was. He had hardly ever thought about it on that level before, and usually, when and if he did, he loved it.
He adored decadence, but that night, he wasn't into it as much.
He saw some woman with her hands cuffed behind her back. Some man was thrusting his cock in and out of her asshole from behind, and he was forcing her to suck off another man who was standing right in front of her.
Donald could see how big the man's cock was that she was sucking, and even though the man was proving how powerful he was over her, Donald was not turned on.
Usually, his cock would be rock hard upon seeing something like that.
A few seconds later, he felt a tap on his shoulder, and when he turned, he could see that Janet was standing right next to him.
She was naked, and she had her hands tied behind her back. She had tapped him with this metal pole that was bound by the ropes that also kept her wrists tied. Donald could see the way the pole had spikes running along it, from one end to the other.
"Slap me on the ass with the pole," she said to him. "I want you to slap me so that the spikes hit me hard."
"I'm not in the mood, Janet," he said to her, and he could see the way that Janet was looking at Reggie then.
"Go on and slap her, Donald. She wants you to abuse her, and you know how hot Janet can be when you fuck her. I bet if you abuse her you'll work her up so much that she might even consider sitting on your dick."
"I would," Janet said to him. "I would sit on your dick and ride you up and down. You can suck on my tits at the same time, and you wouldn't even have to move your own groin. I'd work my cunt around your cock, and I'd make sure that you loved it."
Donald pulled at the metal pole, and watched as it rebounded back and slapped the girl right on the buttocks. He smiled as she gasped, and he did it again.
However, nothing was happening with his cock. He was still rather limp, and he knew that Janet was aware of it, too.
After all, he always wore tight pants, so that every one would know when his cock was hard, by the huge bulge. There was no sign of a bulge then, and Janet started to moan softly, licking her lips at the same time.
"Let me suck on your dick, Donald. I'll get it hard for you. I'll suck you all the way into my throat, and I'll work my throat around you. I'll make you harder than you've ever been. I'll amaze you when you'll see just how very hard I can make your dick."
Donald started to open his pants, and it was the first time that he could ever remember pulling out a limp cock in the club.
All the other times, he had always pulled out a fierce looking hard-on.
Once his dick was out of his pants, she started to sink to her knees. She moved her mouth to his cock head, and began to lick it, and within a few more seconds, she had sucked his whole limp cock into her mouth.
He looked down at her, and saw the way she was smiling up at him.
Then, he had to close his eyes. He imagined that it was Mary on her knees in front of him, and that Mary was the one sucking on his cock. He imagined that he was telling her how he liked it, and she was obeying his every wish.
The more he thought about it, the more he could feel his cock getting harder in her mouth, and then, he moved his hand down to her head and started to pull her mouth all the way down his cock shaft, so that he was forcing her to take his cock head in her throat. He could hear the way that she was gagging.
He slid his hand down behind her back and reached for the metal pole again. He started to press it against her back flesh, and he could hear the way that she was moaning louder and louder by the second.
Then he opened his eyes, because he couldn't imagine it was Mary any longer.
Although he had taught the blonde girl so much, he knew that Mary would have never moaned that loud with spikes in her back.
It was Janet, and even though his cock was still hard, he was not feeling that much pleasure from it any longer. It reminded him of the night when he had been jerking on his cock and thinking about what it might be like for Mary to make him her slave.
That time, too, his cock had been hard, and even his stroking had not brought about any feelings in the shaft.
Janet looked so eager as she was sucking his cock, and he had to love her for it.
He moved his fingers to her nipples and started to pull at them hard. He twisted them, and when he did that, she was moving her mouth all the way down on his cock shaft so that she was choking on it.
Donald started to feel some pleasure, but he kept thinking that he would not be able to come in her mouth. He kept thinking, too, that if he couldn't come in her mouth, she would think that something was wrong, and word would get around the club.
Things like that always spread fast around the club, to every member.
Once again, he closed his eyes, and he started to think about Mary.
He thought about how good she had been when he had been fucking her face, and working her body so that the blade had been cutting into her cunt. She had been so passive then, that she hadn't even minded the cutting blade.
She had been getting off on the taste of his cock in her mouth, and he had loved the fact that he could turn her on so much.
When he had come, she had been coming, and that was fine.
The thought of it made him start to pulsate in Janet's mouth, and he knew that he had to stop thinking that it was Janet.
He started to think, in fact, that it was Mary on her knees, and that it was her eagerly sucking mouth which was bringing him nearer and nearer to orgasm.
He started to come in her throat, and she pulled her head back so that she could taste the flavor of the come on her tongue. She was flicking her tongue back and forth over his cock head, and he could feel her nipples throbbing.
Donald slid one hand down the front of her body, and he could soon feel her thick bush and wet cunt lips. The wet cunt lips let him know that she was turned on, and it pleased him to know it.
He was so sure that she would come back to him then.
However, when he opened his eyes, and saw Janet's short hair, instead of Mary's longer, lighter hair, he knew that he had been letting his fantasy get the better of him. He knew that it was only Janet sucking his cock.
When she had finished, he pulled her head up, and lifted her to her feet. He turned her around and started to untie her hands.
"That was nice, Janet," he said to her, patting her ass. "Thanks a lot."
Janet looked at Reggie, who seemed to be as puzzled as she was, and then, she started to walk away. As soon as she was gone, Reggie began talking to Donald.
"Why did you untie her? She looked so hot like that, and she was really getting off on the spikes against her back."
"I thought that she would rather be free,"
Donald said, drinking more.
"What the fuck makes you think that? Donald, you know that she would have loved walking around like that. You know that..."
"You asked her to come over and try to cheer me up, didn't you?" he asked Reggie, and he could tell that Reggie had, even though the man was starting to shake his head no. "Come on, Reg, be honest with me."
"All right. I knew how much you liked Janet once before. I knew what a hot girl she was, too. Look, she did make you come, didn't she?"
"No," Donald said to him.
"What do you mean? I swear that you were coming in her mouth, weren't you? I could see the way you were turning red, and I could see the look on her face. You fucked her face and shot off in her mouth. Don't deny it."
Donald placed his drink on the table, and he looked at Reggie. He was angry with his friend for trying to interfere, and he knew that Reggie would never be able to understand what he was going to tell him. Still, he had to say it.
"I was thinking about Mary when I was fucking her face," he told Reggie. "I was thinking that it was Mary sucking me off, and not Janet. That was the only way I managed to get myself to come the way I did."
"Oh God," Reggie said, and Donald knew that his friend was probably feeling sorry for him, and in some ways, he felt sorry for himself.
After all, Mary was now some kind of crutch that he needed for support, or so he was starting to think.
If he had to keep thinking about her to get off, then he knew his life wouldn't be the same, and he hated the idea of it.
He wanted to be able to come with any girl, and not have to think about Mary.
"Hey, I'll get over her," he said to Reggie. "It's only been a few days. I know that when I come to grips with this thing fully, I'll realize that our fates just decided that it would never work out between us."
"I'll be back soon," Reggie said then, and even though Donald thought that the man was being abrupt, he was already gone.
Donald turned and looked back at the table where the rich white-haired man had been whipping his wife, and he started to smile. The man had invited a few other men over, and they were gang banging that bitch.
One was fucking her face, while another was thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt. There were two other men, one on either side of her body, and they were both rubbing their hard dicks against her hard nipples.
"You'll be next when someone comes," the man was saying.
The wife seemed to be moaning louder and louder, and Donald could see that the man in her mouth had pulled out, and he was jerking off his cock, so that the come was shooting all over her face and tits. He was not letting her swallow any of it, and the husband seemed to love that.
Donald had to keep watching, because he could tell that the man fucking the woman's cunt seemed to be ready to come.
When he did, he, too, pulled out of her cunt, and started to jerk his cock off so that the cream was landing all over the woman's belly and pussy patch. She started to thrust herself upwards, almost as if she wanted the man to come in her cunt..
"No come inside of you," her husband was saying. "That's the only way to teach you a lesson, you bitch. They can all fuck you, but no one will come in you. I'll make sure that they don't, and you'll pay that way."
Donald was sure that the thing that turned the woman on the most was feeling a man coming, either in her cunt or her mouth. And because that was the one thing that turned her on, probably even more than the actual thrusting, her husband was making sure that it was also the one thing she would not have the chance to feel. He was making sure that just as the men were starting to come, they were pulling out.
He could see how frustrated she was, and he-kept thinking that the bitch deserved it. That was one way of going about teaching someone.
When he felt another tap on his shoulder, he turned.
Mario was standing right behind him, and he was smiling at Donald.
"How are you, my good man?" he asked. "You seem to be getting off on that."
"I am. It's probably the hottest thing happening here tonight."
"Too bad.. Usually you're in charge of the hotter things that go on here. I wish that you were your old self again."
Donald knew then that Reggie, or possibly Janet, had had a talk with Mario, and when the man sat down, Donald knew that he was in for a lecture.
"I bet that you never knew I was married, did you, Donald?" Mario began, and Donald was shocked to hear it.
As Mario started to tell Donald about his wife, he thought about her.
Faith had been one lovely woman, with large tits and thick blonde hair, on her head and all around her pussy. When Mario had first met her, he had been much younger, and he hadn't realized what turned him on sexually.
He knew that he loved to fuck a broad, and that he loved to have his cock sucked.
However, he hadn't realized that being a master was the ultimate turn-on for him, and one day, he had picked up a hooker and had learned that it was.
He told Donald that he never let his wife know when he was with a hooker.
But Jenny, a lovely red haired wench, had told Mario that he could do whatever he wanted to do to her, and she had even taken out some whips and belts so that he could use them on her flesh. Once he had had her tied, he had a field day with her.
He had started to whip her hard, and he had watched the way she was moaning with pleasure while he was doing it.
"I was so turned on, that I started to come before I even fucked that cunt," Mario told Donald. "Just whipping a bitch for the first time was that much of a turn-on for me, and I was loving every second of it."
"So what?" Donald asked, and Mario had to smile at him.
"I'm getting to it," he said to Donald. "Just hold on a second."
He had been with Jenny for hours, and he had managed to come more times with her than he had ever come with any other girl. He hadn't thought that his dick was capable of getting hard after so many orgasms.
That was when he had known that he had to whip his wife, because it was the one thing that kept him hard so long, and it was one thing that he loved.
He knew that he would have a lot of trouble laying it on her at first. -
She was so used to gentle, loving sex, and Mario had been wondering how he would be able to spring it on Faith and get her into it. Finally, he had decided on surprise, since it seemed to be the only way to do it.
"So one night, I got her very drugged up, and I thought that I should tie her before she snapped out of it. I did."
"And then what happened?" Donald had to know. "What did she do?"
"She started to freak out," Mario said to him, and he remembered the way that Faith had opened her mouth, and was screaming so loud, that he was thinking about possibly stuffing a gag into her mouth.
However, when she had calmed down, she had started to tell him something.
"I've always wanted sex to be tender," his blonde wife had said. "I loved you because you made it tender for me. I don't like it hard."
He had been upset with her, because of one thing she had told him. She had told him that she had never been with another man but him, when they had married, and he wondered how the fuck she could know that she hated it hard, if she had never been with another man in her life. That was when he had learned.
Faith had been a beaten child. Her father was a drunken sot, and whenever he could, he would beat her and whip her. He never touched her, although she had always been scared that he would try to fuck her. Sometimes, he would tie her up and stick things inside of her cunt, but luckily, she thought, never his cock.
Mario had tried to be more gentle with her then, hitting her lightly with the whip so that she wouldn't even think about her father.
However, it hadn't worked. Being bound was scary enough for her, and she insisted that he untie her and never tie her again.
For the next few months, Mario had been going to see his hooker friend more and more, and as he had been getting into tying her and whipping her, he had started to hate the sex that he was having with his wife.
In fact, the only way that he could ever get his cock hard with Faith was to close his eyes and think that he was fucking his hooker friend, or even just whipping her as she was bound on the bed, and squirming.
Finally, he had known that he would have to teach Faith to take it.
"And that was when I got the idea," he said to Donald. "It took me the longest time to come to grips with it, but it seemed to make sense."
"What?" Donald asked, for now, he was truly interested. He wanted to know if there had been a way for Mario to change his wife's mind.
"I thought that her father had fucked her over, right? I thought that maybe deep down, she might want to get some revenge on the old man. I thought that maybe if she did, it would help her come to grips with what had happened to her."
"So you took her to see her old man?" Donald asked.
"Unfortunately, the man was dead. However, I asked her what her father had looked like, and she showed me a picture. Then, I went looking for an older man who would look just like that guy, and I found someone who, in a dimly lit room, seemed to look a lot like her father had looked."
He had had faith tie the man up and whip him, and of course, he had already paid the man in advance so that the man would let himself get abused like that.
Faith had really started to get turned on whipping her father-like figure, and she had felt as if she had her revenge.
After that, she had never been scared of being tied up again.
"You see," Mario said to him. "Maybe your Mary would be just like that. Maybe if she could get her revenge on the one man who fucked her over good, she would never be afraid of letting another man tie her."
"Faith wasn't?" Donald had to ask again, just to be sure.
"No, she wasn't. In fact, she learned to get off on the way I beat her up."
"Then why did the two of you break up?" he asked him.
"It just wasn't working out in the end. I didn't love her anymore. There were thousands of reasons, but her refusal to be a slave was not one of them. She would have done anything I would have wanted her to do."
Donald started to reach into his pockets, and he pulled out his keys.
"Here. Give these to Reggie. He has a girl tied up in my place, and tell him to leave the keys with the doorman when he leaves my place."
"Where are you going?" Mario asked him, but Donald was already out the door.
He ran toward his car, and hopped into the back. As he started to ride toward Mary's apartment, he kept thinking about what Mario had told him, and he was hoping that it would work on the girl the same way it had worked on Faith.
It just had to, he kept thinking. It just had to. Mary had to have her revenge on her father, and then all would be okay.