by A.C. Toth
Scarlet Rendevous
The sun was waning in a gaudy display of ruby haze as he headed south towards the store. He hadn’t been to a place like this too often lately. She was to meet him amongst the hanging plastic packages and smell of old strawberry incense. It was lesson #3, “Exhibitionism, showing off your good points.” The other lessons had been intense and awoke a whole new sense of carnality in the electrician. He had always had a thing for pantyhose, but now had a new appreciation of their utility. Seeing the neon signs promising fun for 25 cents, he pulled off into the lot, noticing that the evening haze still flaunted her crimson blanket, preparing for the night.
The pounding in his chest began again. She’s his next-door neighbor, and his wife’s friend. What was he thinking? Jack was one of his best friends and here he was driving to meet Jack’s wife. Nerves twisted and regrouped, trying to find courage in the flesh.
Thankfully the location was remote and all his apprehensions began to fall away as he caught sight of her. My God! Every man in the shop was flat out staring. He first noticed the seams running up the back of the black sheer nylons, each a perfect line from the heel of the shiny, patent leather spikes to the garters and snaps which held them in place. Generous portions of asscheek jutted out from beneath the leather skirt that was noticeably riding up towards her hips. Her back was bare, save for two spaghetti straps that criss-crossed and tied in a bow at either hip, making a perfect, rather symbolic, X. Glitter glistened on the nape of her neck mixed with tendrils of shiny, raven hair. As he touched her shoulder she turned to reveal one small piece of fabric that served as a push-up bra-shirtfront. A no-nonsense swept bun adorned her face. Her small, bifocal-like eyeglasses magnified her already scorching desire as it bore into him.
Craning their necks, the men in the store were moving closer. “This is my teacher!”, he almost said aloud, but quickly remembered the lesson primer. “Jealousy must be buried deep, it reflects a loss of control. Find the man in you who wants to show off how much control he has.” Mustering strength from the sight of all things sexual hanging there in glossy foot long packages, he rubbed his full open hand on her right buttocks, pushing the skirt up even further and drawing gawks from the other patrons. “That’s right, fly-boy,” she mewed “show me control.” As they studied the perfect latex mold of Johnny Holmes, he moved his fingers under the black silk of her thong, and placed his fingers on either side of her asscheeks and spread them for all to see. He heard a barely audible,”Yeah…” from somewhere behind him.
Antoinette squirmed and set her spiked heels flat on the floor. “Lift it back up so everyone can see” he curled his fingers under her right buttock fold as she stood on the balls of her feet. Almost giddy from the charred, fruity scent of the store, he started to understand that she was relinquishing control to him, not to satisfy desires that she might perceive in him, but to reach a heightened state of arousal for herself. There are freaks of all kinds and sometimes the object of obsession is not feet, or muscles, or even control. When it came down to it, intimacy itself was her obsession. There is no greater trust than that of slave and master. For a submissive to reveal his or her desire to relinquish control is the first step. Allowing a second party access to this vulnerable sexual persona is true intimacy. When the sharing of deepest erotic needs leads to experimentation, a new level of trust is entered. Not trust in the classic monogamous sense, but being able to depend on someone to learn you and use his or her knowledge to bring you to greater sexual satisfaction.
“See that package with the nylon straps there?” He indicated an item practically on the floor; the shelf was so low. “Bend over and pick it up for me,” he drank in the sight of her as he spoke. Antoinette began to bend her knees and squat to reach the item, but was met with a swift slap to her right thigh.
” You know better, I said bend,” in one quick motion he grabbed the hem of her skirt and stood her erect while bending her over at the waist. She steadied herself on the shelf edge, her spiked heels lifting from the floor. The electrician stealthily surveyed the room and took note of the reactions. These men where frozen, affixed to the spots in which they stood. Every eye locked onto her full sex, exposed from behind. He could sense that they were grateful to take some part in this spectacle, but at the same time they also understood that she was his and would do only his bidding.
Eyes pleaded for more. He ran his hand over the seam in the back of her right nylon, starting at the knee, and roughly snapped the garter on her asscheek. Someone raggedly blew out hot breath as he pushed two fingers between her folds, displaying a growing arousal that pulsated in the open air. Her head was swooning, her entire body visibly blushed and she let out a small gasp. One of the men began to rub himself through his pants, unable to stand it any longer.
A full handed smack to her upturned rear made her cry out as he then lifted her to stand. Rosy traces of fingers shown under the high riding leather mini. Standing behind her again, she trembled at his touch as he untied the small bows at her hips. ” Give me your hands,” he said as he deftly began to retie the bows, only now to bind her hands together behind her. “Oh yeah,” sighed one of the patrons, his hand also moving to his trouser front. The feeling of exposure, especially at the hand of the electrician, was almost overwhelming. Her sex burned and ached to be touched. She involuntarily arched her back as he slid his large, hungry hands under her now loose upper garment. Rolling her nipples around with his right hand he delivered several loud cracks to her left buttocks, feeling them warm to his ministrations. He now pinched harder at her nipples, one then the other, and harder still, till she let out a whine. Lifting the shimmering fabric he showed off her nipples, now reddened and pert, to the rapt audience of patrons. He pressed his hot mouth against her neck and whispered, “You are to keep your eyes averted, you may speak when I tell you to.”
The proprietor sat amused and enjoyed the play amongst his wares. He was a large man, obviously a biker, and sported long blond hair kept in a leather tie at his neck. His pulse quickened at the woman’s obedience, but her obvious arousal made him recognize her rarity. Having submissives of his own, the owner knew full well that a woman who truly gets off from the play is the best slave of all. Most likely this woman commanded a strong, assertive persona socially and had a career that carried some type of authority. It is this type of woman precisely, in which he found his greatest pleasure as a master. He watched the woman writhe and whimper while wet fingers worked her asshole, the man had her bent over again and was giving the guys quite a show. The owner had an idea… an awful, dirty, terrible idea. He waited to catch the man’s eye.
At this point, the man was walking her around the store, deliberately standing her close to other customers, who with silent gratitude watched her bend and squirm and do whatever the man said. Approaching the counter, the man noticed that the owner was smiling at him as he motioned for them to come closer. “Paul.” The man stated by way of introduction as he took the owner’s hand in greeting. ” Well, Paul, you can call me Thor, nickname that stuck I’m afraid. And who do we have here?” He indicated the obedient woman who was looking toward the floor.
“This, my friend, is Antoinette. Tell the nice man thank you for the use of his shop.” Finally raising her dark eyes she let out a small “Thank You” and returned her gaze to the floor. “You know,” said the owner with mischief mounting in his face, “Maybe Antoinette should see some of the finer points of my establishment.” Paul smiled big and grabbed up hair at the back of the woman’s neck. As he leaned her head back, he asked, “Now wouldn’t that be fun?”
She answered, “Yes”, knowing that when the electrician asked her a direct question she was to answer audibly and would be punished if she nodded or made a silent gesture. By now the owner had placed another employee behind the counter and was motioning for the man to follow with his lovely slave in tow.
Dropping 50 cents, he pushed Antoinette through the turnstile, still keeping control of her head. One nipple fell free as customers coming out of booths stood stock-still and began to drool in the dark hallway. Paul had expected to ascend stairs, special rooms are always upstairs, he thought. But the owner was opening a door right next to the last booth. Red light streamed into the hallway lending a superb sense of sin to the scene. A large rectangular table occupied the greater portion of the room. There were two padded blocks on this table; one near the end and another in the middle. Leather restraints dangled from the four corners, their metal buckles glinting red under the lights. One wall of the room was an incredibly large mirror. Paul marveled at how spotless the mirror was in a place such as this. His cock began to swell against his jeans as he envisioned Antoinette on the table.
“Let me show you what I had in mind,” the owner said to Paul, all the while never taking his eyes off of the slave. Now both men took her and placed her on the table face down, her hips lay on the middle block, her chin on the end block. “You know, I like what you’ve done with the spaghetti straps, lets leave her hands behind her. The buckles flashed red streaks of light around her head as the men placed the straps around her seamed stockings at the ankle. Overhanging the table edge her long spikes pointed straight as her body tensed, the black stockings shimmered with the definition of her now quivering legs. She moved only her eyes trying to make out the rest of the room. Black leather appliances adorned the wall opposite the mirror. Every manner of plaything imaginable, each with it’s own special place, hung not motionless, but with a menacing potential, lit candles that framed the room nearly gave them life.
She drew in quick breath as a thick finger pushed into her deep and then pulled open her cheeks to examine her. “Now that’s nice, you see?” Thor said as her worked her folds, “See how it’s all red and engorged, my friend? And notice how wet and ready, I think we can oblige her.” A hard whack landed on the fold of her asscheek, making her cry out involuntarily. Now the electrician was standing in front of her. She couldn’t see up to his face but saw that the lump in his jeans was very large, she moaned as he caught up her hair. “Only a very bad girl would agree to meet me hear knowing that there would be all sorts of other men around to look at her.” Still lacing his huge hand through her hair, he rubbed his crotch against her lips, pulling them back and forth on the denim and then pushed his hard-on hard on her cheek. She felt herself catch fire at the feel of him. She opened her mouth, begging for his full cock to be in it.
“That’s what I’m saying, look how wanton and brazen. ” Paul then directed his comments close to her ear. She whimpered as his hot breath fell on her neck, all the while her clit pumping hot just begging for the slightest attention, please just a little volt, a slight current. “What do bad girls need, sweetie?” She was breathing heavy now. So turned on by her electrician, yet so exposed and vulnerable to her new host who was now putting a finger in her asshole. “A spanking,” she said in a barely audible voice, so overcome by her helplessness and desire to be touched. “Louder, please,” Paul said in his usual quiet, disciplinary manner while his hand reached up and found a riding crop. Before she could atone for her lack of volume the crop sliced the air and found purchase on her upturned behind.
“Oooohhh…” she moaned louder as Paul found that he liked the sound that the crop made as it cut through he air. Several welts the shape of the crop end, which was square and tapered toward the staff, started to form in testament to his precision. She felt the heat as it moved over all the tender areas, the pain that made her cry out was gone as the heat spread to her clitoris and swelled it even more. Suddenly hot fluid hit her very near her asshole and ran underneath, finding her exposed labia. Jerking her ass away, she twisted at her restraints and moved her cheeks up and down and sideways in a lovely display. Her cries filled the air and quickened the storeowner’s pulse. “I knew that would get her going’,” Thor said as he set the candle upright. The wax hardened on her hair and lips, teasing her more with her every movement.
She thought she could hear other voices besides the two men in the room, but saw no one else. Her face was red in the light but also from her forced exhibitionism. It was so delicious to be the center of sexual attention; she ached to have more. She purred as she felt Paul’s hand smooth over her welts. She knew it was he because of the rough quality and sheer size of the hand that touched her. She closed her eyes and tensed as he shoved a slick finger in her cunt, working it back and forth so rough that she shook on the table. Hot blood shot to every bit of her flesh as she squeezed down on his finger and began to orgasm wildly. Quite before she had her fill, he quickly pulled out and started a rhythmic spanking. Small, hard knots bit at her skin, Paul also liked the cat o’ nine tails. His dick was trying to force it’s way out of the Levi’s as he watched the tendrils curl round where her asscheek and thigh meet, sending sharp stings to her full sex. Ruby tears streamed her cheeks accentuating lovely sparkles that glistened on her face. Paul’s thumb covered half her cheek as he wiped away the tears, making her feel like a bad little girl indeed.
The warm skin of his cock was now pressing against her closed lips. She obediently opened her mouth, so glad to finally take him in it. The table was, of course, just the perfect height. She hungrily sucked on his very impressive erection, feeling her unsatisfied desires grow at an exponential rate at the feel of him. Now there were two hands kneading her buttocks and a large tongue forcing its way into her hole. Thor had always prided himself in his long thick tongue, always telling women that it was a sure sign of even greater muscles. Antoinette was moaning with the huge dick in her throat, grinding her hips at the tongue that was fucking her in the ass as sure as any cock. She concentrated hard to suck off the electrician as best she could strapped to the table, her hands still bound at the small of her back. Before she could make him come, Paul pulled out and walked around to her now completely wet and waiting booty. The two men marveled at how she strained at thin air, yearning to be stimulated. “That’s hot….” Thor was stroking himself and staring at the woman’s crimson clit. It enlarged and grew smaller, pulsing with every one of her pounding heartbeats.
Paul placed both hands on her ass and rubbed at the sore welts. She sighed loud and long, her hips shook, the electricity ran up her spine. Oh so wet and fiery, his tongue slid between her legs and licked at the small bud, feeling the volume increase. She couldn’t tell when she started screaming and moaning. She couldn’t even tell if it was really her making the noise. Her consciousness shifted as he worked at her clit; she felt the familiar stirring begin. Buckles clanked and leather stretched, the men could hear the wood strain as she let out an unbridled shriek and rocked with an orgasm unrivaled. Collapsing, her muscles fell slack and all movement disappeared. Now Thor was stroking it hard and watching the women intently. Paul came up from her, his goatee sloppy from her juices. With the back of one hand, he wiped at his mouth and then tried to plung his full manhood deep inside her. The resistance he met was incredible. Her sex wouldn’t open right up, he then negotiated his cock head in and out and teased at her hole, making her want to take it all. “God, you’re so bad, you little cunt, fuck me!” He pulled her hips onto his rod and pushed the final way in. The screaming began again and he felt every contraction come down on him hard. For her the build-up was so much that her orgasms came one upon the other. Waves of pleasure took her as Paul pounded deep and relentlessly into her honey pot. Yelps escaped her due to the size of him. At one point he pushed himself into her as deep as he could go and held himself there, the effect on Antoinette was very nice. She just started pulsating on him, he could feel her cervix come down to spasm on the head of his dick. He smacked her ass and enjoyed the reward as she shuddered and tightened even more.
Coming close to blowing his load, he pulled out and grabbed for some lubricant, of which there was plenty, of course, and dripped some onto her asshole. It puckered as the gel was cold, but then the gel warmed when he blew his breath on it. She knew what was coming and relaxed as best she could. Her arousal, however, was unparalleled and she took him, head at first, then the rest with a deep feeling of resignation and being an object of sex. “That’s a girl, just take it all for Daddy.” Paul reveled in the different sort of tightness that he felt in this place where he hadn’t yet been. Forcing his cock to the hilt she ground into his hips. “Yeah! ” she was yelling and writhing and generally having the time of her life. The electrician’s quiet discipline began to waver as he felt her forced open for him with each stroke. He smacked at her ass and savored the moans and primal grunts that were coming from her now. Not being able to hold back anymore, he pulled out his extensive member, now at it’s full peak, and shot his searing load onto her ass and hole. With a final squeal, she collapsed and floated in that place where dreams are real.
Now freed up and tidy she left the room with the electrician’s hand on her back. Pleasantries exchanged, they started to make their way out. Voices filled an adjourning room with a closed door and Pete had a pretty good idea what they would find. Sure enough the sight of all the patrons filled the open doorway as he pulled the knob. Men sat slumped in various stages of beating off, staring at a large glass window that shows a table under red lights.
“Showing off your good points, huh? Well, do I pass?” Paul queried with the biggest grin now on record in that particular shop.
Antoinette could only laugh as they walked hand-in-hand to pick out a few new toys.