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A Birthday Adventure
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I have been reading contact magazines as well as many other adult
oriented material for quite some time now. Mostly I read them for
entertainment as well as "fantasy development" [grin]. My reading is not
limited to these tomes, but they are a fun part of my life.
A few months before my birthday (the big four-o) my lover asked me
what I wanted to do to celebrate. For the first time in my life I decided
that I was going to do it up right. So I suggested that I be indulged with
many expensive presents, asked for a big blowout and also suggested a night
or two of total sexual debauchery. Tracy readily agreed to this.
Our sexual lifestyle had been quite varied, but to now very private.
So we had no readily available local resources to expand our sexual contacts.
Something as "simple" as a strip-o-gram just was not going to do for this
night. So back to the contact magazines. She agreed to try this method and
encouraged me, but would not get involved in the initial aspects of the
arrangements.
What the heck.
In going through the magazines I found quite a few ads that appealed
to me and wrote many letters. One ad in particular appealed to me and I
found myself hoping that this couple would be among the ones who answered my
letters. Of special appeal was the fact that the female half of the couple was
pierced with five golden rings. She was also a slave. What fantasies I had.
Imagine my pleasure when I received their letter. To add to the attraction,
they sounded interested, intelligent and articulate. Carolyn was also
bi-sexual. Dave was willing to continue the communication toward the possible
end of sending Carolyn out to spend a weekend with us.
Tracy had never tried female-to-female activities, but was curious,
so she agreed that if Carolyn came to us, she would participate fully.
Dave and I wrote back and forth, exchanged photos and videos, and
after explaining the situation he agreed to send his slave here for the
weekend -- pierced body, submissive personality and all. In the meantime
Tracy allowed me to pierce her nipples so that they would be healed in time
for the big weekend. She already wore rings in each labia and my medallion
in her clit. (But these are stories for another time.)
Everything was falling into place. The very thought of having an
entire weekend to fulfill some of my favorite fantasies often turned me into
a huge organ with a body walking around behind it.
Sexual activities during those last few weeks were the best ever --
excruciating in their intensity -- and fairly "normal". Without expressing
it in words we dropped role and game playing from our repertoire in
preparation for what was to come.
Finally, the big day arrived. In deference to the real purpose of
this "story", I'll be brief about the early part of the day. No work. My
friends and family threw a huge party beginning at lunch and running through
dinner. True to her promise, Tracy saw to it that the *expensive* presents
were in abundance. Dinner was capped off by a singing, dancing strip-o-gram
performed by a long-haired beauty with the largest breasts that *didn't* need
structural engineering I had ever seen. She brought my temperature to near
fever level.
It was great -- but really wasn't necessary. My love, Tracy, had
had my pulse racing all day. She had helped to set the mood for the night
all day. Beneath her sheer, flowing, black dress she had worn a delicate
black garter belt holding up sheer black silk hose in shiny black high heeled
shoes. The only other adornments were gold. A gold chain necklace tight
around her neck. Simple gold rings through her ears. Two gold ankle chains.
And most erotic of all only she and I knew of. Thin, light golden chains.
one formed a triangle connecting the points formed by the rings in each
nipple and the one in her love button. The triangle was just short
enough to pull on all three. The last chain hung between the rings in
Tracy's lips and formed A "v" to the level of her kneecaps -- and swung
as she walked and we danced. Tracy's inner thighs and her hose had
been soaked since about noon.
She was ready! I was ready! The time had come to depart for the
airport.
The ride there in the back of the limo (after all it *was* a special,
once in a lifetime ocassion -- wasn't it?) was peaceful. My trusty chauffer,
Tracy, drove well and fine tuned the submissive role she was to be
this weekend.
Carolyn had been given explicit instructions on clothing to wear
for the flight a she had been given description of the clothing that would be
worn and had seen photos. So Tracy and Carolyn finding each other in the
airport was fairly simple. The plane was even on time. Both were told not
to speak until given permission except for one instruction Tracy was to give
to her. I followed at distance to observe their obediance. They were to
meet as long lost friends with hugs and kisses somewhat longer than "pecks".
Directions were followed very well by both. They sat on a bench in
plain view of all and Tracy placed around Carolyn's neck a black velvet
choker with a gold ring. She placed thin chains around each ankle. Finally,
velvet wristlets to match the ones she was wearing. The last act before
obtaining luggage was to interlock one of each wristlet. To outward
appearances they appeared to be walking hand in hand, but they knew that
this was symbolic of the beginnings of a submissive and bi-sexual weekend.
Tracy spoke her only "authorized" words, "he is in the back seat. You drive.
Do not look at him directly or in the mirror and do not speak until told
to do so".
Carolyn was made to drive during the first part of the trip home.
After reaching over the seat and cutting small holes in her blouse (at each
nipple) I gave her directions by pulling on the chains I had attached to her
nipple rings (left for left turn, right for right turn, both for I'm just
having fun). This added to the sensitivity and sensations she felt. Her
moans were more telling the words she wasn't allowed to speak.
Half way home I had her pull over and get out of the car. There in
the middle of a busy thouroughfare, brought her hands behind her and cuffed
them. Also placed a heavilly stylized and feathered headpiece (which covered
her eyes) over her head. Once back in the car with her seated on the
jumpseat, I began removing her outer garments and began to "play" with her.
To the "blindfold" I added ankle cuffs, a chain between her two nipple rings
and replaced the choker around her neck with a more functional "dog" collar.
Finally, I connected the ring on her forehead to the ring in her clit and
shortened it enough to make her bow her head forward.
I felt that formal introductions had been made during our
communications over the previous months and our first "face-to-face" meeting
could wait until later. So, arriving at home we got right down to business.
We led Carolyn into the house -- bound and dressed as she was in the
car -- risking observation by neighbors.
In our bedroom Tracy and Carolyn released each other from their chains,
cuffs and other bindings (for the time being) with the exception of the hood
which remained on Carolyn's head. The soft lighting around our king sized
bed highlighted a perfect stage for the performances ahead. The two women
began by getting to know each other intimately. After watching them have
fun for awhile, I had them lie on their backs with their heads on opposite
sides of the bed. It was my turn to get into the act. From our collection
I took the longest largest double dildo we had and had them slide toward
each other until it had disappeared from view. I then connected the rings
each of them wore in their genitals and began to massage this area. I was
rewarded for my efforts by being able to observe one of the most erotic and
lengthy orgasms I have ever seen in any female -- and there were two of them.
I then had them roll over onto their hands and knees -- still
connected. And began the whole process all over again.
For the rest of the night the two women (no longer slaves)
ministered to me as if I were a sultan. Well, after I could no longer
"perform" without a rest, they continued to make me feel good. They
didn't neglect themselves or each other, either.
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