The BDSM Virgin Experience
Jack Matthew was sprawled naked across the equally naked thighs of the young black woman, with his bare bottom pointing up at the ceiling of the tiny, dimly lit room. He braced himself on the floor with his hands and looked back over his shoulder at the girl. He was embarrassed because she was so young, probably barely into her twenties, maybe half his own age. She raised her right hand high and brought the open palm down on his bottom with a loud smack.
Just so you’re not disappointed later on, let’s leave Jack bent over the young woman’s lap, with the first blush of red spreading across his buttocks, and pause for an explanation. You should know right away that the virgin in the title of this story is not a girl. The cast of characters will not include a sweet young thing, getting her cherry popped in titillating circumstances, bound hand and foot perhaps, legs spread and her hot, moist virgin sex gaping helplessly as it awaits a rigid penis. Sorry, but there will be none of that here. All of the ladies in these paragraphs play supporting roles to Jack.
In fact, this is not even about the loss (many years earlier) of Jack’s own virginity, which may have been a fairly memorable event for him but would be dull and depressingly commonplace in the retelling. It proceeded clumsily, lasted only a few minutes and wasn’t really as exciting as the night before, when his teen-age girlfriend got him off with a hand job while they sat in the front seat of his ancient purple Pontiac, the one with the big tail fins.
You see, this story is about the departure of another sort of virgin status, about Jack’s first exposure to the world of bondage and discipline. In one way, his introduction to B&D was a lot like losing his actual virginity. He went on to many more exciting encounters, but he never forgot the first time.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Jack was closing in on middle age before he had a B&D experience that involved anything more than fantasizing and his own right hand. Even that self-satisfaction didn’t happen often. Over the years, he had a couple of wives and a bunch of girlfriends to keep him busy, and most of them showed no signs of being interested in bondage, though his second wife, who came along after he’d been introduced to B&D, liked to tie him to the bed and sit on his face. (She seemed to enjoy the sitting more than the tying.)
Jack did have a vivid memory of an incident that occurred when he was 12 or so and spending a couple of weeks at a Boy Scout camp in the Ozarks. It was his first time there, and first-timers usually came in for hazing, so that he wound up one afternoon tied to his cot in a group tent-cabin — minus his shorts and his underwear.
That was humiliating enough, but then his tormentors began teasing him about taking photographs and showing them to girls they knew back in his home town. An odd thing happened. When he thought about those girls seeing him lying there exposed, his little pre-teen penis began to harden. There were shouts of glee from the others, and they began mentioning specific girls, ones that were considered “hot.” Each time they said a new name, his erection would twitch embarrassingly.
Of course, there was not the remotest chance of any kind of a bondage encounter with the girls he knew back home, and Jack didn’t even consider mentioning that kind of sex play to the women he dated though high school and college and the years that followed. He enjoyed straight sex a lot, and he probably wouldn’t have had the nerve to suggest something else anyway.
Then, when he was in his late thirties, a woman he was dating told him about something that had happened to her a couple of years earlier. She had gone to a drive-in movie with her former husband and a friend of his, and they had stripped her and locked her clothing in the trunk of their car. While she was naked, just nine or ten feet from the people in the cars on either side, her husband made her masturbate. It was, she told Jack, the most erotic experience she’d ever had.
Her story made a big impression on him. His fantasizing about bondage and discipline increased dramatically, and he eventually decided to do something about making those fantasies real. He might have approached the woman herself, but she had married again in the meantime, and he couldn’t think of any other girls he knew who might be receptive to the idea. A professional seemed like the best choice.
The problem was, Jack had no idea of how to go about finding one. He’d seen dominatrix ads in magazines, but he didn’t know whether there were any operating in the city where he lived. Later on, B&D advertisements would become common in alternative newspapers there, but that wasn’t the case then.
He decided to try a massage parlor. He hadn’t been to many before, just a couple of times in a run-down, industry-heavy suburb south of the city, and that community had since cracked down on the sex business, putting all the massage parlors out of business along with the X-rated bookstores and video shops. There were a few massage parlors in another, similar suburb in the western part of the urban sprawl, and Jack decided to try there.
The place he found was in a block of dingy two- and three-story buildings on a street lined for the most part by factories. Probably a third of the storefronts in the commercial block were empty, and the stores that were there didn’t look as if they were doing much business. Jack had trouble finding Foxy Lady, which turned out to be a doorway between a plumbing-supply store and a now-defunct bookstore, which still had a few dozen yellowing girlie magazines displayed in its window.
Jack pushed the buzzer next to the door. He could hear it buzzing somewhere up above, and then the loudspeaker grill above the buzzer crackled, and a girl’s voice asked him what he wanted. He hesitated. He wasn’t sure how to answer.
“So, are you there?” the girl asked impatiently.
“Yeah, I am,” Jack said. “I guess I want a massage.”
“You guess you do, huh?” the girl said. “Don’t you know for sure?”
“Yeah, I do,” he said. “I want a massage.”
The girl didn’t bother answering, but Jack heard the lock on the door click open as she tripped the electric switch from upstairs. He pushed the door open and found himself standing at the foot of a narrow, very steep flight of stairs. There was no light inside the door, but Jack could see a glow at the top of the staircase. He closed the outside door behind himself and started up in almost total darkness. It was like something out of a Fritz Lang movie, he told himself later, though that thought didn’t occur to him at the time. He was so nervous then that all he could think of was what he was going to say when he got to the top.
When he surfaced in the pool of light at the head of the stairs, he was standing in a narrow hallway that was almost blocked by a large office desk. A bottle blonde in some kind of nightgown was sitting behind it, and Jack could see her nipples through the flimsy fabric.
“Welcome to Foxy Lady,” she said.
He stared at her, but he still couldn’t think of what to say.
“Well, are you going to tell me what you want or not?” she asked.
“A massage,” he stammered.
“Yeah, you look like you could use a massage,” she said. “The regular fingertip massage is forty bucks for a half hour or seventy for an hour, plus whatever you want to tip the lady. You have anything special in mind?”
“Could I talk to the girl about that?” Jack asked.
“Suit yourself,” she said. “We have two ladies available now, so you have a choice.”
She pressed something behind the desk, and Jack heard another buzzer sound faintly somewhere in the back. In a few minutes, a door opened farther down the hall. Two women came out and walked toward the desk. Neither of them seemed overjoyed at the prospect of a customer, Jack thought.
The taller one, a white girl, was very slender, almost skinny, with jet-black hair cut in pageboy style, and she was wearing some kind of negligee that was just as thin as the one worn by the girl at the desk. Jack could see the dark triangle of her bush. When she got closer, he could also see that she was probably almost as old as he was, maybe in her mid-thirties, and her face showed the miles.
The other girl was short, black and seemed quite young, a little chubby with baby fat but cute. Her hair was in a pageboy, too, but it was so blond that it was nearly white, and Jack figured the girl was wearing a wig. She had on a halter top that barely covered her round breasts and a pair of shorts cut so high that the strip left between her legs almost disappeared into her sex.
“This is Destiny and this is Cherie,” the girl at the desk said, and all three of the women looked at Jack as if they might expire from boredom while they were waiting for him to make his choice. Jack gathered that the black girl was Destiny, and the white one was Cherie, but he wasn’t sure, so he just pointed.
“This young lady would be fine,” he said, indicating the black girl.
She didn’t say anything, but she motioned to Jack to follow her as she turned and went back down the hall. He sidled past the desk and went after her, trying not to look the other woman in the face. He always felt bad about not choosing someone, as though he’d somehow delivered a message that the women didn’t measure up to the lowly job of tugging on his miserable penis.
Destiny (if that was who she was) waited for him at an open doorway toward the end of the hall and ushered him into a small, windowless room. There wasn’t much furniture — a bed, a chair and a night table — but it nearly filled the room. There was a small lamp on the table, and a scarf was thrown over it, dimming the feeble light even more, so that it was very dark in the cubicle.
“What you want, baby?” the girl asked. “The fingertip massage is forty dollars, but for ten dollars more you can get the Swedish oil massage. For another ten, you can massage me, too. Anything else is gonna require a tip.”
Jack looked at her. He didn’t know exactly how to put his request into words. Finally, he blurted out, “I was hoping maybe I could get a spanking.”
Now it was the girl’s turn to stare at him. Jack realized that bondage and discipline was probably not a specialty of the house. He was afraid he’d come to the wrong place.
“Wait a minute,” the girl said, and she left the room, closing the door behind her.
If she had stayed away very long, Jack might have left himself, because he was growing more nervous by the moment, but she was gone only a few minutes. When she came back, she sat down on the bed and stared up at Jack with an amused look on her face.
“Okay, baby,” she said. “Cherie say that spanking is an English, and that costs seventy-five dollars for a half hour or a hundred and fifty for an hour. We don’t do many English, so we don’t have no equipment or nothing, but I can give you a real good spanking.”
“I guess a half hour is what I want,” Jack said. He paused. “Am I going to, you know, get off?” he asked.
“Well, I hope you gonna give me a nice tip, baby,” she answered. “If you gonna give me a nice tip, I guarantee you gonna have a good time.”
“Oh, sure,” Jack said hastily. “I was planning on that anyway.”
“That’s good,” she said. “So why don’t you pay me now, baby, and I’ll just be gone a few minutes while you getting undressed.”
“You want the tip now, too?” he asked.
“No, you give me that later,” she said. “You be real happy by then.”
She collected Jack’s seventy-five dollars and left the room. He undressed hurriedly, dropping his clothing onto the chair. When he was standing naked, he wasn’t sure whether to sit down on the bed or not. He was still nervous, and his penis showed no signs of rising. In fact, it had shrunk to a fraction of its normal size, as if it wanted no part of what was coming. Jack didn’t want the girl to think he was that small, so he pulled on it, trying to coax it into an erection. It had begun to harden in his fingers when the girl came back and caught him in the act.
“You couldn’t wait for me, baby?” she asked, laughing at his startled expression.
She had brought back a couple of towels. She dropped one on the floor next to the bed, spread the other along the near side of the bed and sat down on it.
“I want you right across my knees, baby,” she said, “so I can get a good shot at that cute butt.”
Jack had hoped she would strip off her clothing, too, but he didn’t say anything. The halter top and tiny shorts didn’t hide much anyway. He walked over to the bed and lowered himself awkwardly across the girl’s lap. She pushed him forward so that his head was hanging almost to the floor and his toes were barely touching on the other side. His penis was pressed hard against one of her bare thighs. He thought for a second that he was going to cum, but he raised his hips to decrease the contact.
Later on, when Jack got over-the-knee spankings from more experienced pros, they usually pushed his penis down between their thighs so that they could control the pressure, spreading their legs so that his organ dangled during the early part of the spanking and squeezing his member between their thighs when they wanted to make him cum. But Destiny immediately started smacking his upturned buttocks — no teasing, no making him count the swats, no tantalizing pauses between blows, just a hard spanking laid on with as much force as she could manage, her bare hand on his bare bottom.
Jack’s cheeks were burning after a half dozen of the fierce smacks, which sounded like explosions shots in the little bare box of a room — and he couldn’t help crying out whenever one of the painful swats landed. He tried to lie still, but he was soon squirming and bouncing up and down on the girl’s lap. He had forgotten about cumming, but his penis apparently hadn’t. She had been spanking him for only a couple of minutes when he realized that his erection was pulsing and cum was squirting onto Destiny’s bare thigh.
“Damn!” the girl said, and she pushed him off onto the floor. He sprawled there on his sore bottom with the last spurts of cum leaking weakly out. There was a large glob of it on Destiny’s thigh, the sticky white fluid clearly visible on her dark brown skin. She picked up the towel from beside the bed and wiped off her leg before throwing the towel at him.
“Better clean yourself up,” she said. “You don’t waste any time, do you, baby?”
Jack wiped the drops of cum off his own legs as best he could. When he was cleaning his penis, he was aware that the girl was watching him with a grin.
“You got most of your thirty minutes left,” she said. “If you want to tip me a little more, we could do somethin’ else.”
“Uh, well, I guess not,” said Jack. Now that he had cum, he was thinking only about leaving as soon as he could.
“Suit yourself,” she said. “I just hope you haven’t forgot about my tip, baby.”
“No,” said Jack hurriedly. “No, I haven’t.” He got his wallet from his trousers, took out a couple of twenties and handed them to her.
“Thanks, baby,” she said. “I think I’m gonna take a shower now. You let yourself out when you get dressed, okay, hon? And you come back and see us real soon.”
She went out the door, not bothering to close it behind her. As she left, Jack looked at the round globes of her bottom, bare in the high-cut shorts, and wondered whether he should have decided to stay a little longer. Oh, well, he thought, I probably couldn’t get it up again so soon.
He dressed quickly and went back out into the narrow hall. The girl who had been at the desk at the other end of the hall was still there, and the tall woman who called herself Cherie was sitting on the edge of the desk talking with her. He walked toward them sheepishly, knowing that they must have heard the loud smacks landing on his bare bottom and maybe even his yelps of pain. As he squeezed past the desk, both women were smirking at him as though they were trying hard not to laugh.
“Thanks, dear,” the woman at the desk said. “You come back real soon.”
“Yeah, I want a shot at the butt the next time,” Cherie added.
Jack mumbled something and started down the steep stairs. When he was almost at the bottom, he could hear the loud slaps of a hand hitting bare flesh and then a burst of laughter from above. Jesus Christ, he thought, did they tape-record his spanking? Or maybe one of the women was slapping her own bare thigh to mock the sound of his humiliating whipping?
He walked to his car and got in, lowering his sore buttocks onto the seat gently. The experience hadn’t really been what he had in mind. It had been pretty disappointing, actually. He had spent more than a hundred dollars for less than five minutes of very hard spanking and an orgasm that arrived before he even had time to enjoy it. Besides that, he felt like a fool.
But maybe the fool part wasn’t so awful? As he drove away, he thought about the women laughing, and to his surprise, his penis began to harden again. It stayed hard all the way home, and he went up to his apartment, got undressed and masturbated while he lay on his bed, eyes closed as he thought about where he’d just been, especially about the laughter as he left. The orgasm that followed may not have been worth a hundred bucks, but it wasn’t bad.
* * * * * * * * *
Over the next month or so, Jack fantasized a lot about the spanking he’d received from Destiny. In bed at night (and sometimes before he got up to go to work in the morning), he masturbated while he visualized it. He always got off when he got to the part where he walked down the stairway and heard the laughter behind him.
But he had read enough about bondage play to know that what had happened at Foxy Lady hadn’t been much of an experience. He realized that he was still a virgin when it came to B&D, and he was determined to change that.
He decided to try another massage parlor, and the one he chose this time was across the river on the East Side, in an area where there were lots of topless clubs and plenty of massage joints where just about anything was supposed to be available. He was disappointed when he found out that the new place, which was called Afternoon Delight, didn’t have any bondage equipment either.
The visit turned out to be worthwhile, though. The woman who led him back to one of the massage rooms was attractive enough but not a kid any longer, and she had obviously been in the business for a while. She knew what Jack was looking for, and she was nice enough to warn him that he might not find it there.
“Look, honey,” she said, “I can give you a spanking, but we don’t have any paddles or ropes or handcuffs or anything like that. You need to go to someplace like the Afternoon Delight that’s down near Cestus. I know a girl that works there, and she said they’ve got a real dungeon with all kinds of equipment.”
“Is that run by the same people as this one?” Jack asked.
“No, just the same name,” she said. “There’s always a bunch of Afternoon Delights around. I guess they think the name brings in the businessmen who are sneaking out of the office to get a little.”
“Well, thanks,” Jack said. “Maybe I will try that one.”
“So do you still want the spanking?” she asked.
“Oh, sure,” he said.
He wasn’t so sure he did, actually, but he didn’t want to walk out on her now, not after she had been so helpful. He paid her, got undressed while she took the money to the office and was waiting with a hard-on when she returned.
“I guess you ARE ready for that spanking,” she said, smiling at his erection.
She took hold of his penis and pulled on it lightly before reaching down to caress his balls. She told him to lean on the vinyl-covered massage table in the center of the room and stick out his bottom. When she had him positioned there, she slipped off the robe she’d been wearing and stood next to Jack in a skimpy red bra and panties. She pulled his legs wider apart and straddled one of them, holding it between her thighs.
She didn’t begin spanking immediately. She ran one hand over his bottom, squeezing each cheek in turn, while she reached under his bent-over body with her other hand and trailed her fingers lightly over his hard penis. Suddenly, when he wasn’t expecting it, she smacked him sharply on his right buttock. He cried out in surpise, making her giggle.
She went on like that for a long time, spacing out the swats, teasing him by stroking his bottom and barely touching his erection between blows. Jack was getting more and more aroused, and he thought he might cum before she actually gave him a spanking, but she seemed to sense his excitement and began slapping his buttocks rapidly while she kept him bent over by pressing down on his back with her other hand.
When Jack’s bottom was beginning to burn and he was going “Ow!” each time a blow landed, she reached down again with her left hand, wrapped his penis in her fingers and began to masturbate him rapidly. She had great co-ordination, because she was able to keep spanking him at the same time. In a few minutes, Jack exploded with an intense orgasm that shot a jet of cum onto the floor underneath the table, almost to the other side.
“That place I was telling you about is just off Highway 22,” she told him afterward as she carefully wiped off his penis, giving it a little squeeze as she finished. “You can’t miss it. It’s on the left side of the road as you’re going south, and it’s like a little house. There are two places in there, but the one that you want to go to is Afternoon Delight. Like I said, they’ve got a dungeon and everything.”
Jack thanked her and gave her a tip that was almost as much as the cost of the massage. He was not only happy to get the information, but he had enjoyed the spanking a great deal. This was more like it, he thought, as he drove home.
But there was a funny thing. When he fantasized later about his experiences, the image that came into his mind most often while he played with himself was of those last minutes at Foxy Lady, walking down those stairs with the laughter following him.
* * * * * * * * *
The next weekend, Jack drove down to the other Afternoon Delight, which was in a rural county just south of the metropolitan area. It took longer than he thought, and he was about ready to turn around when he saw the house not far off the two-lane highway, just as the woman had described it. He parked in the gravel lot in front and went into the door on the left where the Afternoon Delight sign was displayed.
There was a small waiting room inside, with a couple of couches, some chairs and a counter-window in one wall just like a doctor’s office. The girl on the other side of the counter asked him whether he had a appointment. For a moment, Jack had the crazy idea that he had wandered into a doctor or dentist’s office by mistake, and then he realized that no doctor was likely to have a sign that advertised Afternoon Delight. He told the girl that he had no appointment.
“What kind of massage did you have in mind?” she asked.
“I was thinking about an, uh, an, uh, English massage,” Jack stammered.
“The lady who does our English is busy right now,” the girl said. “But if you’d like to wait, she’ll be through in a few minutes.”
“That’s fine,” Jack said.
He sat down on one of the couches. There was a table next to it piled with magazines, and Jack thought again of a medical office, but most of these magazines would have been a little out of place in a doctor’s office — unless he had a very unusual clientele. While Jack was waiting, the door in the back wall opened and two women came out, one in a flowered bikini and the other in a halter top and a pair of tight pants that seemed to be made of lace in a very loose pattern. Lots of flesh showed through.
They stared at Jack, but they ignored him otherwise, sitting down on the other couch and starting up a conversation about their unreliable boyfriends. Jack was sure they knew why he was there and he was very uncomfortable sitting across from them. He was about ready to leave when the girl behind the counter stood up and leaned out the opening.
“Becky will be right out,” she said.
Jack heard voices behind the rear door and then laughter. When the door opened and the girl burst into the room, she was still laughing. Jack had expected an older woman, someone who had been around long enough to know what an English was about, but this girl looked as if she were in her early twenties. She was naked except for a pair of white cotton panties, but her breasts were in no need of support. They were big for her slender, athletic body, but they looked as firm as a teen-ager’s, and the nipples seemed to be trying to peer up at the ceiling.
She had a whirl of dark hair cut above her shoulders, huge dark eyes and a mouth that managed to be laughing and pouty at the same time, and she was so full of life that she bounced when she walked. Jack immediately thought of Jennifer Beals in “Flashdance.”
Nine or ten years later, after an unusual run of events, he wound up sharing his apartment with an 18-year-old topless dancer who reminded him so much of the girl at the massage parlor that he thought for a moment when he met the dancer that they were the same person But then he realized that the girl from Afternoon Delight would have been in her mid-thirties by that time. Of course, this was still many years away. Right now, Jack was so pleased by what he saw that he forgot about the other girls in the room staring at him.
“Were you the guy who wanted an English?” the girl asked.
“Yes, I am,” Jack answered.
“Great!” she said. “I’m Becky. You want to come on down to the dungeon?”
That’s exactly what Jack wanted. On the other side of the rear door, a long hall ran off to the right and a shorter hall led to the back of the house and a flight of stairs. Jack followed the girl down into a basement that had been partly partitioned. He could see a room with a washer and dryer at the rear. On the right, a door led into the “dungeon.”
Most of the room was taken up by a massage table, which had pieces of ropes tied to its legs. There were nails driven into one wall, and a couple of paddles — one wooden with holes drilled in it and one covered with black leather — hung on them, along with something that looked like a cat -o’-nine-tails. By comparison with some of the “dungeons” that Jack encountered in later years, this one wasn’t much, but it was the first one he’d been in, and his stomach did a nervous little bump and grind.
“Why don’t you sit down and tell me what you like?” Becky said.
Jack boosted himself onto the table, and the girl stood in front of him, her bare breasts pushing out toward him. He would have had trouble explaining what he wanted anyway, but the girl’s naked chest made him even more tongue-tied.
“Well, go ahead,” she said, with a giggle. “You can tell me. I won’t bite.”
“I’m not sure exactly,” Jack admitted. “This is kind of my first time in a place like this.”
“Oh, boy, a virgin!” Becky said. “Great!”
She sounded as if she were honestly happy about it. Maybe she really liked her job, Jack thought.
“Do you do mostly English massages?” he asked.
“We don’t get a whole lot of people who want them,” she said, “but I do all of them that I can. I think they’re really fun, especially when you get a guy with a cute little bottom. Do you have a cute little bottom?”
“I don’t know,” Jack said. “No one ever told me so.”
“Well, we need to get your pants off so I can see,” she said. “Why don’t you pay me and then you can get undressed while I’m getting some more stuff. If you don’t know exactly what you want, you can just leave it up to me. I’m sure I can think of something.”
“Okay,” Jack said, wondering what he was getting into.
She told him the price, and he decided to pay for a full hour. He wanted more than thirty minutes with Becky no matter what she was going to do. She went out, but she didn’t stay away long, and he was still taking off his clothes when she popped back into the room. She didn’t seem to have any new equipment except for a couple of towels and a bottle of Johnson’s baby lotion. She set the towels and lotion on a small chest of drawers in one corner of the room and watched him finish undressing.
“That looks like a pretty cute little bottom to me,” she said when he was done. “Why don’t you turn around a couple of times so I can get a good look at you?”
Jack stood in front of her and began slowly turning. He noticed that she had brought something else besides the towels and lotion. She was holding a slender whip — a riding crop, Jack decided. When his back was to her, he thought she might strike him with the crop, but she just poked it into the cleft of his bottom.
“It IS cute,” she said.
By the time he had turned back to face her, his penis was very hard and sticking straight out. She reached out with the crop and bounced his erection up and down a few times, not hitting him, just lifting the shaft with the crop.
“It looks like that little fellow knows what he wants even if you don’t” she said. “Why don’t you get up on the table and we’ll see what we can do for him?”
“On my stomach?” Jack said.
“No, lie on your back,” she ordered.
Jack climbed onto the table. He was glad he didn’t have to lie face down because he was afraid the pressure on his penis when it was trapped between his belly and the black vinyl surface might bring on an orgasm much too soon.
Becky pulled one of his hands above his head, tied a loop of rope around it and stretched his arm out tightly above him. She did the same thing with his other arm and was beginning on his legs when she stopped and stood looking at him as though she were considering something else.
“Do you like being dressed up and showed off?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I never did that.”
“Well, let’s find out!” she said.
She untied the loop she had been fastening to his ankle, but left his arms tied above his head while she went over to the dresser and rummaged through the drawers. She came back with an armful of clothing, dropping it on the floor beside the table. Out of that pile, she retrieved a black garter belt, which she slipped over Jack’s feet and up his legs. When it was in place around his hips, she picked up a pair of long black silk stockings, pulled them onto his legs and fastened the clips on the garter straps to the tops of the hose. She followed the stockings with a pair of high heels that she had trouble fitting onto Jack’s feet. Then she went around and began unfastening his arms.
“I think I’ll skip the panties,” she said.
When Jack was standing by the table, she picked up a black dress and handed it to him. He pulled it over his head and was surprised to see that it hung well past his knees, covering a lot more than he expected. He had lost most of his erection, but there was still a little tent halfway down the front where his penis poked out the soft fabric. Becky giggled.
“We don’t want you having an accident,” she said. “Pull up your skirt for me.”
Jack lifted the dress until his penis was uncovered. The girl took a short piece of rope and tied it tightly around his softening organ with a bow knot.
“Now you won’t cum and ruin your nice dress,” she said.
“I won’t be able to get a hard-on with that rope on there so tight,” Jack complained.
“Don’t worry about that,” she said. “I want you to look nice when I take you upstairs so the other ladies can see how cute you are.”
“Upstairs?” Jack gulped.
“That’s right,” Becky said. “And when we get up there, I want you to do exactly what I tell you. Here, you carry my cigarette lighter so you can light my cigarette when I order you to.”
She handed him the lighter and picked up the only garment left in the pile, a short black dress that she pulled over her own head. It wouldn’t have done, Jack figured, to have a dominatrix wearing less clothes than her slave.
“I’m going upstairs first to tell the other ladies,” she said. “When I call you, you come on up.” Jack was scared as hell, but if it looked as if some of his fantasies were about to come true. He tried to walk a few steps in the high heels and had to grab the table to keep from falling. He didn’t know how he was going to get up those stairs. When she called for him a second later, he went up the stairs on all fours to keep from tumbling back down. Becky was standing at the door that led back into the waiting room.
“Let’s go, beautiful,” she said.
There were three women sitting in a row on one of the couches. One of them, who had very red hair that looked like a dye job, was older, with the been-there, done-that-a-million-times look that Jack had expected from the place’s English specialist before Becky turned up. On one side of her was a tall black girl with very long, shapely legs, and on the other slouched a short blond girl with a scowl that made her look even meaner than she already did.
Jack shuffled into the room, taking tiny steps because of the heels, and stood in front of the couch, wondering what he was supposed to do next. Becky ordered him to light her cigarette. He had forgotten the lighter clutched in one hand. When he tried to light it, his hands were shaking so much that he almost couldn’t do it. Finally, he got a flame and held it up to the cigarette in Becky’s lips. When it was lit, she took the lighter from him.
“The ladies want to see your stockings,” she said.
Jack turned to face the three women and pulled the dress above his knees.
“Higher than that,” the red-haired woman said.
Jack lifted the skirt until the bare white flesh of his thighs was showing above the tops of the long black stockings.
“Higher,” the woman ordered.
Without really stopping to think about what he was doing, Jack turned around so his back was facing the women and pulled up the dress until it was bunched around his waist and his bare bottom was on display.
“Come on, you know better than that,” Becky said. “You turn back around right now.”
Jack swiveled around.
“I like your bow!” the redhead said.
“Pervert!” muttered the little blonde.
His legs were trembling as he stood in front of the woman. All he could focus on were their faces — the big grin on the redhead, the scowl on the blonde, the little unbelieving shake of the head from the solemn-faced black girl. He didn’t know whether to drop the skirt or not, but he was scared to do anything without Becky’s permission.
“Okay, I want to take you next door to where my girlfriend works,” she said finally. “I want her to get a look at you. Just keep your skirt up.”
Jack was afraid that she intended to take him outside to get to the massage parlor in the other half of the building, but apparently there was an inside connection. She led him back through the rear door and down the hall to the right. There was a door at the end, and she told him to wait there while she went in to see if her friend was free. While Jack was waiting, another girl brushed quickly past him and through the door. He recognized the girl who had been on the other side of the counter in the waiting room and realized that she had seen his perfomance, too. She must have thought it was funny, because she was giggling.
The door opened and Becky motioned to him to come into the next room. It was actually another hallway, but a much larger one than the hall he’d been in, almost room-sized. The girl from the front counter was knocking on a door on the far side of the room, and another girl was standing next to Becky. She was a little taller, a little older and not quite as cute, but she was very attractive, and Jack wondered later how a job in a massage parlor could attract so many good-looking girls.
She took one look at Jack and shook her head, as if she couldn’t believe her eyes. While he was standing in front of her, the dress still pulled up around his waist, the door that the counter girl had been knocking on opened and a naked girl stepped out.
“I’m right in the middle of a massage, Dottie,” she said angrily.
“But you gotta see this!” the first girl said, pointing to Jack.
The naked girl looked even more surprised than Becky’s friend at the sight of a man standing in the room with a dress yanked up to show that he was wearing nothing underneath but a garter belt, stockings and a rope tied around his penis in a bow. She stared for a moment, and then she and the counter girl began laughing so hard that they had to hold on to each other.
“I don’t know where you find these guys,” Becky’s friend said to her.
“They come to me, babe,” Becky said. “I just give ’em what they want.” She looked at Jack and smiled. “You can go back now and wait at the top of the stairs,” she told him. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
When Jack was standing in the back hall of Afternoon Delight again, still in a daze from what was happening, the girl from the counter came back from next door.
“You’re in big trouble now!” she said.
“What do you mean?” he asked in surprise.
“You lied to Becky,” the girl said.
“I didn’t lie to her!” Jack said.
“You told her that you couldn’t get a hard-on with that rope tied around your dick, didn’t you?” the girl asked.
Jack looked down at his penis. He hadn’t even realized that it was erect, but it was stiff as a carrot, swollen and bright red in its upper half from the blood trapped there by the tight knot. Oh my God, he thought, he hadn’t meant to lie! He didn’t have any idea that was going to happen!
The girl laughed at his astonished look and went back to her office. A minute later, Becky returned.
“I want you to say good-bye to the ladies before I take you downstairs,” she said.
Jack followed her back into the waiting room. All three women were still there, but they had moved to new seats.
“I brought him back so he could thank you,” Becky said.
“He could do that better down on his knees,” the redhead said.
“You heard her,” Becky told him, and he quickly got down on all fours on the floor.
“Why don’t you crawl over here and kiss my feet,” the redhead said.
Jack crawled across to where she was sitting on the couch. The woman was wearing very high heels, and she lifted one foot so that the long heel was sticking straight out at his face.
“Suck the heel,” she ordered.
He put his mouth around the slender spike and sucked on it. When she was satisfied that he’d done it long enough, she pulled it out and held up the other foot. He sucked on that heel, too.
“Take off the shoes,” she said.
He slipped the shoes off, and when she held up one of her feet, he didn’t hesitate. He took her bare toes into his mouth and massaged them with his tongue.
“That’s enough,” she said. “I want you to do the other ladies, too.”
Jack turned to where the blond girl was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, still looking angry.
“I don’t want you slobbering on my feet,” she said. “You can come and pet them,” she told Jack.
He crawled over to her and lifted one of her feet, but instead of patting it with his other hand, he surprised himself by giving the foot a big lick. She jerked it back and slapped him so hard on the face that his head was knocked to one side.
“Asshole!” she said.
“Okay, that’s enough!” Becky said. “We’re running out of time. I’ve got to get him back downstairs.”
She took him back to the dungeon room, untied the tight rope from his penis and had him lie on his back on the table. After coating his erection with baby oil, she slowly masturbated him as she stood grinning down at him. He had been on the edge of an orgasm for almost an hour, and her hand sliding up and down his slippery penis felt great, but nothing was happening until she reached up with her other hand and began pulling and pinching his nipples. In less than a minute, he could feel his organ pulsing and the cum come spurting out.
Oddly, the orgasm was almost an anticlimax after his adventures upstairs. Later, whenever he was lying in bed stroking himself and remembering the visit to Afternoon Delight, he fantasized most about standing in front of the women and pulling up his skirt, not about Becky pumping the cum out of him.
“I’ve got to get a quick shower because I’ve got to be someplace in the city in forty-five minutes,” she told Jack after she had cleaned him up and he was beginning to dress. “Do you mind me not seeing you out?”
He said he didn’t mind, and when he had given her a very large tip, she gave him a kiss on the cheek and ran quickly upstairs. He finished dressing and went slowly up the staircase himself. He stopped for a moment outside the door to the waiting room to prepare himself before walking past the women sitting there. He could hear them talking.
“He had a pretty good cock,” he heard the older woman say.
“That big red thing!” the black girl answered. “Ugh!”
Jack didn’t wait to hear any more. He went through the door and walked quickly across the room to the entrance. He didn’t look up.
“You come back now, baby,” the redhead said.
Jack pulled the front door shut behind him and waited outside for a minute. He knew what he was going to hear. They were laughing. He got into his car and began the long drive home in a kind of a stupor, trying to absorb what had just happened. About halfway there, a big grin began to spread across his face.
“So that was it!” he said out loud. “So that was it!”
