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Captured by Ann and Capturing Ann by R.D. New Begi
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
New Beginnings - November - December 1988
Ann and I were married the Saturday after Thanksgiving in
1988. The ceremony was held in the living room of our New York
apartment and one of my law school classmates had arranged for a
local judge to officiate. Ann's mother and her husband (she had
remarried after Ann's father had died) had flown in and Justine had
also been able to join us. Justine was completing a residency in
Pediatrics in Los Angeles and took advantage of the trip to the East
to interview for a fellowship position at New York Hospital.
The celebration of our wedding was in some measure an
opportunity for reflection. As I surveyed the fifty or so people who had
joined us, I was, on many occasions reminded of extraordinary
episodes in my life with Ann. From Justine to Ellen to Sharon to
Gerry- -all these people had provided special moments for us.
Ann and I had had many discussions after our return from
our trip to Los Angeles concerning the new direction that our life
would be taking. I had told her that I viewed our marriage as
signifying my intention to make a permanent commitment to her and
as our relation evolved, I wanted to be more giving to her. Ann
seemed to appreciate that change on my part, but she allowed that
as she knew me and my tastes and habits and that since she had
enough of a sense of herself, she also knew that there would still be
an "edge" to our relationship.
But there were two major new influences in our lives. One
was the concept of my "giving" more to Ann. We sometimes referred
to that as "sharing". The second issue which was now looming for us
was the prospect of children. Both Ann and I were near forty. For me
that was less of a deadline than that it was for Ann. I knew that a
child with Ann would totally disrupt the patterns of living we were
following and for that reason I was not quite as certain that Ann
becoming pregnant was a great idea. We both knew that we would
have to face up to that issue soon.
After our wedding celebration, Ann and I did not take the
traditional honeymoon. Ann had asked me if she could plan out a few
special events for the ensuing months and, as Ann's "surprises" were
always amazing and exciting, I was quick to agree. The first of these
special events was to be a New Year's eve party which we would host.
Ann spent a lot of time over the next weeks dealing with florists,
caterers and others while she was setting things up. I was kept in the
dark while I looked forward to what I knew would be a typical Ann
surprise.
In the meantime, Ann was always alert to finding ways to
inject excitement into everyday experience. Ann and I, for example,
had converted one of the bedrooms in our apartment into a gym. Our
equipment consisted of a treadmill, a stationary bike, a ski- tracking
device and a rack of free weights. We worked out at least four times
a week and on three mornings a week we were visited by a personal
trainer who would work with both of us if we were available or
whichever of us could make the appointment. Sometimes if I were
not going to be there Ann would invite one or two of her friends over
to join in the workout.
On one such Wednesday, Ann had asked two of her friends
to join her as she anticipated that I would be attending a meeting at
the time of the scheduled workout. In fact, my meeting was cancelled
and we got a phone call that morning from the institute which
provided the sports trainers advising that the trainer who we expected
also could not make it that morning. Ann seemed to have a bright
idea.
"Rather than if I call up Gloria and Susan and cancel things,
why don't you join us? I've got an idea" Ann added.
I perked up as I sensed Ann's inventive mind working. "Two
questions" I replied. "First what's your idea, and second, where has
Gloria been? I haven't seen her around lately." The latter question
was prompted by the fact that I had not seen Gloria, who lived with
her husband in an apartment in our building two floors below ours, for
quite a few weeks.
"You know, I hadn't heard from her at all recently. I called her
a few times and my messages weren't answered. Then she called
me yesterday and all she told me was that she had been away for a
while and told me that she would bring me up to date after she had a
chance to see me." Apparently Ann was a little puzzled.
Ann continued. "You know we have been talking about
sharing recently. I think I'd like to show you off a bit."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Look, we'll have to play it by ear, but I think I'd like to have
you lead us in our workout today and I want to make it a bit
interesting for the girls."
"How should we do that?" I asked.
"Simple, you run the workout for us but what I want you to do
is to wear your shorts without a jockstrap. You see the possibilities?"
What Ann was setting in motion was evident to me. I usually
worked out in a t-shirt and a loose fitting pair of nylon shorts. I
needed the jock to keep everything in place, but Ann plainly had
other ideas. As I started to get a little pleasantly anxious about how
things would work out, I wondered if this was how Ann felt as she
prepared to go out with me in some revealing outfit.
As the girls were due to arrive in a half hour's time, I placed a
call concerning one of my investments, then changed into my gym
clothes, following Ann's direction and then went into the gym to run
for about ten minutes so that I would be warmed up, loose and limber
when the girls arrived.
I had just finished a brief warm up when Ann, Gloria and
Susan joined me in the gym. Ann was wearing a rhubarb-colored,
one-piece
leotard over a tightly fitting bra and socks and sneakers. Susan, who
is a brunette in her late twenties, had her hair pulled back in a pony
tail. She was wearing a thong-style black spandex outfit, with black
tights which were just a little transparent. Gloria, who was in her late
thirties, was very short, barely five feet tall and was wearing a white
leotard.
"Girls" Ann anounced, "our trainer cancelled out on us today,
so I asked Bob to give us a good workout today."
"Why don't you stretch out and warm up" I said, "and then we
can get started."
Over the next five minutes or so each of the girl's went
through their warm up drills, stretching against the bar and doing
easy calisthenics. I then told each girl to take a piece of aerobic
equipment and run through ten minutes of exercise. Gloria hopped
on the treadmill and set out at a brisk walking pace. Ann mounted
the stationary bike and Susan seemed to frown as it was only the ski
machine that was left for her. I saw that she was a little awkward on
the ski machine, so I suggested that she not try and use the
handropes, but lean against the pad at her hips for support while she
worked to get the hang of the correct balance and rhythm. I told the
girls that they would rotate among the equipment every ten minutes
so that they would have a full thirty minutes of aerobic work.
I stepped back to watch my "class" at work. Gloria and
Susan were both interesting to look at, though in different ways.
Gloria, although too short to be considered beautiful in a classic way,
had an interesting appearance. She had short, curly black hair, with
dark brown eyes and a quiet manner. She was a little too busty for
the proportions of her figure, and as I watched her closely I was
clearly able to make out the outlines of dark colored nipples pressing
against the fabric of her leotard.
Susan had a more athletic appearance, despite her
clumsiness on the ski equipment. She had a good dancer's type
figure with discernible muscle definition. The semi-transparency of
her tights, which encased her bottom over the back of her thong-style
outfit encouraged me to imagine what she would look like nude, at
least from the hips down.
These observations had an arousing effect on me, which
reminded me of Ann's cleverness. As I felt myself starting to have an
erection, I realized the predicament which my loose-fitting nylon
shorts presented. I realized that if I were not careful, and I was not
sure whether I wanted to be careful, I might find myself lengthening
and then peeking down the leg of my shorts or, at the least, tenting
those shorts in a conspicuous way.
At the ten minute mark, I had everyone change equipment.
Ann took over on the ski machine and Susan went over to the
treadmill with Gloria taking her turn on the bike. Ann was much more
experienced and adept on the skier. Susan promptly set out at a
good jogging pace on the treadmill, but Gloria was having a little
difficulty with the bike. The source of the difficulty was obvious. The
pedals had been set for Ann's longer legs and Gloria's feet kept
slipping out of the pedals on the bottom of each downstroke. I went
over to the bike to help Gloria by adjusting the height of the seat. As
she swung her leg to dismount from the bike for a moment, she
brushed up against me and with that casual contact I knew she felt,
as I did, the contact between her thigh and my semi-hard state. That
only served to make my sneak appearance only that more imminent.
The last rotation through the aerobics cycle was more
straightforward, and by the time it was finished, each of the girls had
a slight sheen of perspiration. I told everyone to help themselves to
some juice which from a pitcher which was set out in a corner of the
room and each of the girls served themselves while I pulled a bench
into the middle of the room and arrayed some dumbells next to the
bench for the next segment of the workout.
I asked for a volunteer to go first and in the absence of a
volunteer, I told Susan to lie down on the bench on her back. I
handed her two ten pound dumbells and told her to flex her arms and
then raise and lower the dumbells, pushing them up from her chest
and holding them steadily for two sets of ten repetitions. I stood
behind her, at her head, and spotted her through the routine which
she completed handily.
It was then Gloria's turn. She started out well enough, but
then seemed to run into a bit of trouble. I noticed that as she lowered
the dumbells she was lowering her arms at her sides which had the
effect of stretching her top tautly against her chest. My gaze
focussed on her nipples which seemed to be presented through the
material and I noticed then for the first time a small hard item that
seemed to be resting on one nipple underneath her leotard. As I
straddled the bench to help Gloria in her struggle with the weights, I
noticed that she was looking up the pants leg of my shorts and I knew
that her view was completely unobstructed. I pretended not to notice
where she was looking and Gloria made no comment. I felt an
increased sense of inevitability however to an emergence of my cock
below the leg of my shorts.
Ann was next. I knew Ann could handle the weight easily, so
I gave her two fifteen pound dumbbells. She blasted her way through
two repetitions and then yelped "Ow."
Gloria and Susan looked over in concern and I asked Ann
what was the matter. Making a motion towards her chest Ann said
that the wire in her bra was pinching her. She decided to solve the
problem.
Quickly, Ann pulled her arms out of the sleeves of her top
and then pushed the fabric down towards her waist. She then
released the clasp at the front of the bra and shrugged it off. She sat
upright on the bench with her considerable breasts resting on her
stomach and showed everyone where the underwire in one cup had
protruded through the bra material. Ann then lifted her right breast
up and without any self-consciousness examined her side to see if
there were any visible scratches. Satisfied that she had solved the
problem she then resumed her position on the bench and extended
her hands to receive the weights. That she did not bother to slip on
her top did not seem to bother her. I handed Ann the dumbbells and
watched her complete the first set of repititions with her large breasts
now splayed out at her sides. Each repetition caused delightful
reverberating movement in her breastflesh and, despite the intimate
familiarity I had acquired with Ann and her body over the years, the
sight of her exercising in this manner was overwhelmingly stimulating.
The effect of Ann's actions on me were immediate and had to have
been intended by Ann. I had no ability to control my arousal and I
knew that the head of my penis had emerged into plain view along my
leg below the fabric of my shorts. I saw, as I stood astride Ann, that
she saw what happened and her response, which was to run her
tongue along her lips, was also seen by Gloria and Susan.
Ann dropped the weights at her side and reached up with her
hands and grabbed my backside and pulled me directly over her and
then, pulled my hips in a downward motion which caused me to
widen my stance and dip myself towards her now open mouth. She
mouthed me for a few seconds in this awkward position and then
released me.
Susan's reaction was to say "That looks like a fun way to
workout" and she stripped out of her clothes and said "I hope it's my
turn soon." Gloria said nothing, but also joined Susan and Ann in
removing her workout attire.
As Ann sat up and pulled my shorts down around my ankles,
I looked over at Gloria more closely. I saw that, like Ann, Gloria was
shaved completely and I also noticed that one of Gloria's nipples was
pierced through which she wore a ring which had a gold letter "D"
dangling.
At that point, I was no longer in charge, and Ann directed me
to lie down on the bench. Susan acted first and sat astride me and
pulled me into her. With her feet on the floor, she started a motion to
raise and lower herself in time with a rhythm she established. Ann
came over to the head of the bench and placed herself directly over
my face. I did not need a special invitation and started to lick and
nibble at her while I enjoyed her familiar taste. Gloria also made her
presence felt. I noticed a warm, gentle sensation as Gloria, kneeling
at the bottom of the bench, timed long licking motions on my balls
and the base of my cock as the latter emerged from Susan each time
she would raise herself up. I was experiencing a sensory overload as
I felt the competing sensations of Gloria's lingual ministrations,
Susan's sheathing envelopment of me, and the taste and pressure of
Ann's sex against my mouth and face. Glancing down, I saw that
Gloria's hand was busily engaged in her own stimulation while we
pursued these motions for what seemed like an eternity of pleasure.
Finally, with a muffled groan, I felt myself release inside Susan who
seemed also to have acheived a resolution by this point. I felt myself
shrink and recede within her. As Ann stood up from her position
above me, I pulled Susan down towards me and completed our
introduction with a long kiss. As Ann's juices were coating my chin
and mouth, I knew that at least indirectly, Susan was tasting her too.
After waiting a moment which allowed Gloria to finish what
she had started we all walked over to the bathroom in Ann and my
bedroom suite and stood in the large tub and passed around the
handheld shower and washed each other off. I don't know whether it
was a testament to how draining the experience was that I had just
enjoyed or whether, simply, it was a consequence of the fact that I
was getting older, but I felt no need (or ability at that point) to engage
in another round of activity.
In the course of drying each other off, I pointed to the gold
"D" which was dangling from Gloria's nipple and I asked what the
significance of that adornment was. I knew Gloria's husband's name
started with an R and that their last name started with a K. Gloria
said that it was a long story and that she'd go into it another time.
Susan asked what time it was and then said that she had to go as
she had an appointment at her hairdresser. As Susan dressed, Ann
and I wrapped towels around our waists and invited Gloria to join us
for a cup of coffee.
After showing Susan out, the three of us sat in our plant
room with mugs of coffee and some sliced fruit to nibble on. We
chatted about nothing in particular for a few moments when Gloria
seemed to notice that Ann seemed to be staring at Gloria's nipple
jewelry. Gloria must have decided that that was the time to explain
the significance of the "D".
"I got that at Davenport" she said introducing the subject.
"What's Davenport?" Ann and I said in unison.
"It's really something I'm not supposed to talk about too
much. It's a place where Ronald sent me. I was given the ring when
I arrived, and the 'D' was put on it when I left." We knew that the
reference to Ronald was to her husband.
I tried to draw Gloria out. "How long were you there?"
"I was there for three and a half weeks" Gloria answered.
"You know let me speak to Ronald and if it is o.k. with him, maybe I
can tell you more about it."
Ann and I were both mildly curious, but evidently Gloria was
even more anxious to explain to us what Davenport was all about. I
know that I assumed that Gloria would speak to Ronald at some later
point in time and then get back to us. I was wrong.
"Is there somewhere I could make a call?" she asked.
Ann showed Gloria to a phone and the foyer and returned to
the plant room to wait with me. After about ten minutes Gloria
returned carrying at her side the towel which had been previously
wrapped at her waist. "Ronald instructed me to invite you to dinner
tonight at eight. I will serve dinner and perhaps we can talk about
Davenport."
There was certainly a mysterious air about Gloria's curiously
phrased invitation which made both Ann and I more anxious to know
what was up. Ann and I agreed to join Ronald and Gloria for dinner.
"We dress for dinner" Gloria added as she rose to go change
and leave.
I spent the rest of the day loafing about the apartment,
sorting through old magazines which I probably should have gotten
rid of a long time before. Ann occupied herself watching a video of an
old Bette Davis movie and then reading. We speculated about what
Gloria might have been referring to, but neither of us knew. I did not
know that much about Ronald and Gloria. Ann had befriended Gloria
as she saw her from time to time in our lobby and, similarly, I knew
Ronald well enough to pass a few words about the weather but not
much more. We had gotten to know Gloria a little better today,
however.
That evening, as Ann and I were introduced to Davenport, we
realized how little we really knew about Ronald and Gloria.
Introduction to Davenport - December 1988
Ann and I interpreted, it turned out correctly, Gloria's
comment that "we dress for dinner" to reflect a suggestion that we
wear formal dress. I wore a dinner jacket which was not particularly
remarkable. Ann chose her attire with more thought. Her outfit was
based on a very dressy one piece pants suit. The pants part were of
a billowy white material which, when Ann stepped in front of a light
source gave a gauzy view of the outline of her legs. The top was of
the same material which gathered almost halter-style around her
neck. The effect was to accentuate Ann's height and gave her a regal
bearing, although the bob and wobble of Ann's unrestrained breasts
under her top gave a hint of Ann's personality.
Precisely at eight, we rode down in the elevator, to Gloria and
Ronald's apartment two floors below ours. Ronald answered the door
and showed us in to their living room. Ronald was wearing a dark-red
dinner jacket, edged in black satin over black trousers. The
apartment was furnished with a consistent theme. The walls in the
hallway leading to the living room were covered with dark mahogany.
The living room continued the mahogany theme, with brown-toned
tapestries hanging on the walls. The furnishings were suggestive of
what one might imagine an english clubroom to look like.
The lighting in the apartment was subdued with a vaguely
yellowish cast attributable to the lampshades covering the various
lamps which were the only source of illumination. Gloria joined us in
the living room, walking in with a tray on which glasses of wine were
arrayed. I took immediate notice of Gloria's dress. She was wearing
a blood red, ankle length gown which was supported by two thin
straps at her shoulder. The dress itself was extremely low-cut.
Gloria's breasts were not encased by the top of her dress, rather they
appeared to rest in them. The dress was cut so low, that the top third
or so of each nipple was left peeking above the fabric of the dress.
After offering each of us some wine, Gloria asked to be
excused so that she could attend to the completion of her
preparations for dinner. Ann and I remained in the living room for
about ten minutes where we continued our basic pointless small-talk.
Finally Gloria invited us in to the dining room for dinner.
There was a long, formal dining table of a highly polished
wood with four places set near one end. There were three chairs,
however, and in front of the fourth placesetting, a type of furnishing I
had never before seen. It consisted of a small upholstered cushion
set on a very low bench with short wooden rails that were about two to
three feet above the level of the cushion. Its purpose and function
became clear to us as Ann and I were directed to our seats, and
Ronald took his. For her part, Gloria knelt on the cushion, and I saw
that she was to eat her meal in this kneeling position. Neither Ann
nor I made any comment about this.
Ronald, for at least the first part of the dinner took charge of
steering the conversation from one innocuous topic to another. He
tried to draw me out about my business, but I merely left it as
"investments" without more explanation. Ronald told me that he had
been trained as a physician, but that like me, he had found the day to
day grind not to be as rewarding as he had hoped. Instead, he found
himself more intrigued by the business of medicine, so he founded a
business that purchased patient receivables from his client
practitioners for a 20 % discount, and he used his staff to complete
forms, handle the paperwork and collect the full fee.
Finally, at the end of dinner, Ronald addressed what was
really on our minds: "You want to know about Davenport."
Ann and I exchanged glances and nodded encouragement
for Roanld to continue.
"It's not something for which we want public attention or
scrutiny. In fact public attention is the antithesis of the Davenport
concept" he explained.
"Initially, when Gloria told me that you were asking questions
about Davenport, I wondered what raised the subject with you. Then
Gloria explained how it was that you happened to see her "D" and all
that you were doing during that ostensible workout, so I concluded
that we should meet and I would have a better idea whether
Davenport is something that we could not share with everybody."
"Now that we have gotten to know you a bit better, I don't
mind introducing the concept of Davenport to you."
Ann and were both very curious know about just what
davenport was. Ronald explained: "Davenport is both a name and a
concept. 'Davenport' is the name of an estate our group purchased in
the upper Adirondanck mountains. There is a compound consisting
of a main hall, a detached servants quarter and associated buildings."
That did not tell us much, but Ronald continued: "Davenport
was purchased six years ago by a group of likeminded people. I was
part of that initial purchasing group. After we completed the
renovations, we then hired our administrator to run Davenport."
He went on: "You see Davenport is the place where we send
those who are to be in-service to us for training and skills
development. We have the highest quality people who work at
Davenport and they know just how to train their wards to be all the
more exciting and stimulating."
"I sent Gloria there only last month and she has returned
from Davenport all the more compliant and suited to my expectations.
And the "D" you noticed, well that is the only sort of graduation
degree we give to our students."
"By the way" Ronald explained, " the fee for a six week
schedule . . . and I would venture that for someone in your position
they would charge $25,000 or so. The only problem would be if you
wanted to watch Ann's training, for which you would have to pay an
additional $5,000 so that things could be set up so that you could
observe her training without being a source of distraction."
"In many ways, it is the re-education of one partner to find
new and different ways to please the other party to the relationship. It
operates by stripping away barriers to communication and other
inhibiting qualities. The graduates of Davenport are taught that their
gift is the ability to listen to and to obey their partners with enthusiasm
and inspiration. I'll show you what I mean."
At that Richard took a banana that was in a bowl of fruit that
was on the dining room table and told Gloria to "use it." Without
further direction or prodding, Gloria took the banana and insinuated it
between her legs. She then bunched up her dress to show that the
banana, to the extent of at least a third, was now impaled within her.
That bit of show and tell was the end of our discussion that
evening concerning Davenport. As Ann and I bade Gloria and
Ronald farewell, we both knew, without ever giving voice to the
thought, that Ann would be going to Davenport.
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