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Chapter 36
Mila wants photos
I was in the shop, late afternoon, busy sorting out a load of prints into different folders customers would pick up the next day.
The shop doorbell tinkled. Not immediately looking up I said that I would be right with them. I finally looked up and saw who I thought it was…”Is that you Mila?”
“Yes, hello Lew.”
“Oh my god, it’s been ages since I last saw you, what brings you to this neck of the woods and how are you?”
“Wow so many questions, how am I, well not too bad, but I do miss you. Why did you stop coming to my massage parlor?”
“I’ve been pretty busy the past few years, with my retirement, then finding this place and having all the alterations made. And I do have several ladies that keep me busy as well.”
“I see, you’ve found other nimble hands to give you a massage with a happy ending?”
“You could say I did, yes, but hey what can I do for you, or are you just here to see if I’m still alive? How did you find me?”
“Again all these questions. Well I’m here because I need photos for my website and as to how I found you, I have a customer, Staf who knows you and when I talked with him about getting some new photos, he mentioned he saw you at a funeral and that you now do photos professionally.”
“Oh my God, that old rogue Staf. Yes I saw him at the funeral of a former colleague and we got to talking about what we were doing after we left the company. I told him about my studio. So he’s one of your customers, interesting, he must have heard about my trip to Thailand so many years ago with Patrick, and how great we had it in Bangkok, Patrick was the one whose funeral we attended. But you mentioned you needed some photos for your website?”
“Yes I do, the ones I have now, I took myself with my phone but they’re not good, and a bit outdated anyway, so after I heard about your new business I thought I’d check it out and return your custom.”
“Excellent, so you only want photos, or could I interest you in a video as well? I know that they do that these days on these websites.”
“It’s not exactly what I had in mind, but yes if you do that as well. Depends of course on what you charge.”
“For you darling, I’ll give you a very good price: how about 100 Euro for an hour?”
“That’s my price silly.”
“Yes it is and who knows, maybe you can pay me with a one-hour massage instead of giving me actual money.”
“Ah, is that the way you do business these days?”
“No, but for you, I’ll make an exception,” I said with a wink, when would you like to have these photos taken?”
“Do I have to make an appointment?”
“Well I always had to make one with you, didn’t I?”
“Yes you did, so when would it be convenient?”
“Mhm, how about right now?”
“You’re pulling my leg…”
“Your leg, I’m not so sure about, I definitely would like to pull some other parts of your body though.”
“Who knows, maybe I’ll let you if you take nice photos.”
“Please come through to the studio - or would you prefer to have the pictures taken in your parlor? But I must warn you home calls are more expensive, that would be two hours of yours for one of mine.”
She looked at me with big questioning eyes, not sure if I was pulling her leg again. I took her to the studio and showed her what different backdrops we could use for her photoshoot. I did have some Oriental-type backdrops and by combining them with some of the props I have available, we could make it look more or less like her massage parlor. She was willing to give it a try so we set to work.
“How nude do you want the pictures to be?”
“I’m not sure about full nudity, and my face needs to be hidden of course.”
“Yes, I remember the photos from your website with a blurred face. Sorry to say it, but I think they’re awful. It’s not difficult to photograph you, even completely naked, but still without your face being visible. I can do it in an artistic way rather than just a blur.”
“OK let’s try; how do you want me first?”
“How about we start with some in your underwear? Did you bring any special sets or different clothes?”
“Yes I have them in the car, shall I get them?”
“Please do, I’ll set up the stage in the meantime.”
Mila quickly returned with some Oriental dresses over her arms and a bag with what I guessed was lingerie. I showed her to the dressing room.
“Wow, you have a dressing room and everything; I never expected that.”
“You can even take a shower if you wish like you always invited me to do before or after a session,” I couldn’t refrain from mentioning.
A few minutes later Mila walked out in one of those figure-hugging, red Oriental dresses with a high collar and a big split in the skirt showing off her nice legs and feet encased in 5-inch red stilettoes. God, she looked stunning. I gave her some artificial flowers to hold next to her face, hiding it, while I proceeded to shoot photos of her taking different poses against a variety of backdrops.
After a while, I said, “shall we move on to a little more nudity now?”
She gave me a knowing smile and returned to the dressing room, coming back out a few minutes later in a matching red set of bra, panties, and suspender belt with black stockings but wearing the same shoes. As it seemed to work rather well, we did the same thing with the flowers for a while. As she needed to advertise her assets, she took a kneeling position on a small bench, first with her arms in the air, with her face turned sideways, and shortly thereafter suggestively sticking her butt out. I took some close-ups of her sexy bottom.
That done, she removed her bra to make things a bit more suggestive, just wearing the panties, belt, and stockings. She then got rid of the panties allowing me to take photos with her alluring pussy full on display, some from behind, her face always turned away. The last thing to go was the suspender belt and stockings, leaving her completely nude aside from the shoes. I again did a series of her standing up, using the flowers to hide her face but giving a stunning view of her olive-skinned naked body.
I was starting to get a bit of a problem between my legs when we were doing full nudity photos with her gorgeous A-cups crowned with the dark chocolate nipples and areolae now full in view. Was it the colder temperature in the studio or was she getting aroused? I had no idea but her nipples were hard and fully extended, as I remembered them from our body-to-body massage sessions in the past when she was sliding her oiled-up boobs over my back and front. I convinced her to allow me to take some further artistic photos using a strategically placed spotlight on her gorgeous naked body. While we were doing that we got to talking about my visits with her.
“Do you remember what we talked about the last time I visited you, and we were waiting together for your very late colleague Apple to show up?”
“No… not immediately,” she replied.
“I told you about my visit to the Antwerp erotic fair and more specifically about the fetish stand operated by the Fetish Café from Antwerp.”
“Oh yes, now I remember.”
“You seemed rather interested and asked me the website address and everything? Did you ever go there?”
“No, I never got around to visiting the place.”
“But you are interested in kinky stuff?”
“Yes, I think so, but I would like to see it with my own eyes.”
“Experience it yourself maybe?”
“I don’t know, I’d have to see it first, and maybe talk to someone who’s been practicing.”
“Interesting I thought, it might probably be better not to mention the cellar right now, maybe better keep it for later.”
“How about the video you wanted me to make?”
“Yes, how do you want to tackle this?”
“I’ve got this music for which I paid for the rights, so I can use it now free for videos I make. It’s great dance music, so maybe if I put it on you can dance to it and I’ll shoot some video footage. While you dance, you can keep your face obscured with your long hair or the way you turn?”
“OK let’s try it.”
I put the music on and Mila began to move to the beat, first slowly, getting in the mood but then she went all out, swaying and contorting her sexy, nude body. She was looking really good, but then, all of a sudden she froze and covered her boobs and pussy with her hands and arms. I looked at her and mouthed
“What’s wrong?” She kept looking beyond me, so I turned around and saw an equally frightened Jada.
“What’s up, Jada?” I asked.
“Master Lew, I didn’t know you still had someone in here, I closed the shop as it was closing time and came to tell you, but then I heard the music and thought I could; surprise you and dance for you.”
“Oh boy, OK you couldn’t know I was still in the middle of a shoot, but next time please knock before you come in…don’t go away, hang on a minute.”
I turned to Mila while lowering the sound of the music, who was still standing there her boobs and pussy still covered with her hands and arms.
“Don’t be alarmed Mila, this is Jada, my sub and assistant, she means no harm. She only thought when hearing the music she could come in and dance for me as she did once before together with her older sister Elisa so I could practice making these videos. By the way, she’s from the completely opposite side of the world from you, she’s from South America.”
“Where exactly are you from Jada, sorry for never asking before.”
“We come from Brazil Master Lew.”
“You want to dance together with Mila?”
“Yes Master Lew, if I may.”
“Great but you know what you need to do then?”
“Yes Master Lew,” she said, getting undressed in a flash.
“Yes now you can join, you don’t mind do you, Mila, now that you’re equally dressed, or better yet undressed?”
Mila looked at me with big eyes, listening to this strange conversation, but slowly lowered her hands and arms, while ogling Jada, and nodded her head that it was OK. I turned the music back up and both girls began to dance hesitantly at first but after about 30 seconds the beat got to them and they were swaying with their arms in the air. I resumed my videotaping trying to catch their abandonment to the music. After a while, they got tired though and I saw them slow down, so I lowered the sound again just to background music.
“I think that’s a wrap girls, you’ve done great, why don’t you hit the shower to wash away all the sweat?”
They looked at each other, but Jada grabbed Mila’s hand and took her to the dressing room. As soon as they entered I could hear them chatter, Mila in her broken Thai-English with Jada responding in her Portuguese-English.
“Why do you call Lew, Master Lew?” was the first thing I heard Mila ask Jada. Unfortunately, I couldn’t hear the answer as they closed the door of the dressing room, but later that evening Mila recounted the whole conversation after I had invited her up for some tea and a bite to eat.
This is what she told me:
“Has Master Lew told you I am his sub?” Jada asked in reply, once they were in the dressing room.
“That’s what I understood when he presented you to me,” Mila replied.
“Well he is my Master, especially when we’re at the club, but I keep calling him that even outside the club.”
“What club are you talking about?”
“You don’t know? There is a BDSM club in the cellar beneath the studio.”
“There is a cellar under there?”
“Yes, as big as the studio and dressing rooms combined and it is the local BDSM club.”
“Like the fetish café?”
“I don’t know this café.”
“He told me about it the last time I saw him, which, come to think of it, is already more than a year ago, so you’re his sub, what exactly does that entail?”
“He can do what he wants with me, except kill me or mark my body permanently unless I specifically agree.”
“You mean like a tattoo or a piercing or something?”
“Yes or brand me, but I know Master Lew doesn’t like tattoos or piercings so he will never make me have that done. He can also discipline me when I do something wrong.”
“And what does that entail then?”
“He can spank, flog, or worse whip me, I don’t mind the spanking or flogging, in fact, I like it a lot, I also like it when he plays with my tits.”
“What do you mean plays with your tits? He used to play with mine when he visited, kiss them, and suck on them, that was lovely.”
“That’s not the kind of play I’m talking about, I like it when he clamps my nipples or puts these suction cups they have downstairs on them, or when he pours hot wax over them or my pussy, I usually cum very quickly when he does that to me.”
“Really? Doesn’t that hurt a lot?”
“Yes but it gets me so horny, you should try it once. I also like to be bound so I can’t move at all, and then, when they fuck you or stimulate you with a magic wand, it’s heavenly. You can have the most powerful orgasms that way.”
“Wow, you really seem to be totally into this BDSM stuff.”
“Yes my older sister was in it before me; she is Jack’s sub. Jack is the electrician who does all the electrical stuff for the club, and she also works for him. She’s a Wizkid with electronics, she also did lots of electronic stuff for Lew’s studio. I’m working for Lew on a part-time work experience contract, learning the practical stuff from him, while I learn the theory in the photography school”
“You seem to have it all going your way girl.”
“I can’t complain, Lew’s a great guy, I adore him, especially when he makes love to me in his own special way, sometimes combining pain with pleasure. Although when I talk with other subs, they regard Lew as a pussy who is not firm enough with me, but hey that’s Lew for you, he hates to cause pain, so sometimes I subject myself to other doms, but always under Lew’s supervision to make sure they don’t go too far.”
“I could never imagine Lew as a dom, maybe I could let him play with me once to experience this BDSM stuff.”
“Why don’t you ask him now, I’ll help you convince him and we can also maybe play with each other, women sometimes take it a step further than men.”
“Would he go for it you think?”
“If we don’t try we won’t know, do we? I’m game if you are.”
“OK let’s do it, shall I ask maybe?”
“Yes, he will probably be more willing to accept when you ask as for me being his sub, it might be more difficult. It’s traditionally the Master who takes the initiative to initiate a session.”
“And that about sums up what you didn’t hear Lew,” Mila said with a shy smile on her face.
After about 15 minutes I saw them come out of the dressing room, barefoot and each with a towel wrapped around their body. Mila approached me with Jada in tow looking at me with puppy eyes. Something was up, I could feel it, the question was what? You've probably grasped that at that point in time, I didn’t have a clue what they’d discussed, so I was pretty curious.
“Lew, Jada was telling me about the cellar and about her being your sub and the way you sometimes play with her…and I was wondering if you would like to play with the two of us for a change?”
“Jada, what kind of crazy ideas have you been putting in Mila’s head?”
“I wouldn't dare Master, I merely told her about the club and how we have great fun there, and Mila would like to see it and maybe experience what it’s like to be a sub.”
“I see, and Mila, has she told you about floggings and whippings and being tied up, completely surrendered to the whims of a Master?”
“Yes, she has and also about the great orgasms she’s experienced in your hands.”
“Mhmm, and has she told you about the pain that usually goes with it?”
“Yes, she has Master Lew.”
“Oh God woman, don’t you start calling me Master Lew as well, I’m only Jada’s Master to help her out until she finds a proper Master who knows all about this D/s stuff.”
“OK Lew, I don’t want to upset you, I don’t want you to feel obliged to spank or flog me.”
“You’re really working hard to get me angry so I might actually give you a proper hiding aren’t you?”
“I wouldn’t mind if you disciplined me as you do her sometimes, just to experience what it feels like.”
“OK, but don’t you come crying after we’ve finished when you can’t sit properly for a week without your butt hurting like hell., I’m warning you as you might not be able to work for a few days with all kinds of marks on your skin.”
“I don’t mind, it’s high time I took a vacation anyway.”
“OK so be it, let me give Tanja a ring to see if we can use the cellar.”
While I did that, Jada told Mila who Tanja was, and why I needed to ask permission to use the cellar. After Tanja’s OK we went downstairs, it was rather chilly, so both girls quickly developed goosebumps all over their enticing, naked bodies.
“How shall we start? Let’s see if you can behave like a slave, first, you need to learn a few sub positions, let's begin with attention, you stand straight, your arms next to your body; show her Jada.”
Jada stood at attention just like I explained, and Mila followed suit, next I had them stand in the inspection position, which was a good one for trying out a tentative flogging to check she didn’t fold too quickly. But before I began disciplining her, I explained to Mila about the use of a safeword and asked her what her safeword would be. She thought for a few seconds, then replied her safeword would be ‘apple’.
When both of them were in position, I picked up a cat-o-nine-tails flogger and began swishing it in the air. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mila look at me, while Jada remained unphased. I first hit Jada’s butt three times relatively lightly, she kept smiling, then I moved behind Mila and did the same to her. A pained expression appeared on her face, but she quickly smiled again. I followed with another 3 on Jada’s butt, ending with a hard swat, then I came back to Mila again doing exactly the same. She gave a light yelp with the last one but remained immobile not even lowering her arms. To keep them off-balance, I continued with her again, 3 hits on her back this time followed by a hard one. Moving back to Jada I hit her boobs hard 4 times, turning them light pink; she moaned, enjoying it. Mila was silent; she looked at Jada with big unbelieving eyes.
“Keep your eyes forward!” I shouted, followed by 3 hard swats across Mila’s tits, which also began to pink up, I followed by tenderly cupping one of her boobs and pinching the rock-hard nipple. She had clear problems keeping her hands behind her head - maybe time to restrain her before I proceeded with some more painful nipple play. Grabbing a couple of Velcro handcuffs I gave one to Jada telling her to cuff Mila while I did the other.
“Arms in the air sub!” I said. Hesitantly Mila put her arms in the air, not sure what I had in mind. She quickly understood when I attached both cuffs together to a hook hanging from one of the winches. Jada quickly understood what I wanted to happen and had already taken a position at the controls, activating the winch hoisting Mila up till she stood on her toes, her gorgeous naked body nicely stretched. Time to give her tits some more attention. I grabbed one of them with one hand, putting pressure on it while pinching the dark brown nipple between my thumb and index. Mila was blessed with rather big nipples, at least one inch long and they had already become hard with the swatting and the previous pinching. Holding out my other hand, Jada, who knew exactly where I was going with this, put a nipple clamp in it, which I placed on Mila’s extended nipple. The other boob got the same treatment.
Both times she gave a small scream, but looking me defiantly straight in the eye remained silent for the rest. To make it a bit more exciting for her, I put a black bandana over her eyes, taking her sight away so she couldn’t see what came next. The way she was positioned I had full unrestricted access to her whole body allowing me to go over the inside of her arms with my nails. She began to squirm because of the tickling, so I gave her nicely shaved armpits some extra attention. Going then over the side of her ribcage and moving on to her abdomen, usually also a very ticklish spot, I approached her cute navel.
God, she was the perfect woman for me to play with, no piercings, no tattoos, and with soft olive skin. Going further south I slid my palm over her slit, which, thanks to her arousal had already become slightly moist. I remembered from the time I had been her customer, she didn’t like to be fingered, a tongue was OK, and a condom-covered dick too, though for that privilege, there had been an extra fee. I loved her too much to take advantage of her inability now to stop me from fingering or fucking her, so I just slid my fingers over the outside of her outer labia and alternated with pinching her clit between my thumb and index. I was curious how Jada would react if I were to instruct her to flog Mila. Usually, women given that opportunity tend to overdo it.
“Jada, take the flogger and flog Mila’s butt,” I whispered in Jada’s ear.
Jada looked at me with questioning eyes, not fully understanding the command. She’d never done that before: up to now she had always been on the receiving end of the floggers and whips, not on the applying side. She picked up the flogger hesitantly and swished it in the air.
As I didn’t want Mila to know who was holding the flogger I continued in a whisper instructing Jada further, “Make circles with it,” which she began to do, “now bring it closer to Mila’s bottom and hit it, but only with the tips.”
Mila gave a little yelp as the leather straps made contact with her sexy bottom, but when she felt it was only the tips hitting her skin she relaxed a bit. I mouthed to Jada “hard” emphasizing it with a movement of my arm. She immediately complied drawing a scream from Mila’s lips. I signed to take it slow again and gave her a second flogger indicating I wanted her to make the same movement and apply one on each of her butt cheeks. Again Mila moved slightly forward in vain trying to escape the sting.
To keep Mila completely off balance, I pushed the button of the winch hoisting her up until she was one foot above the ground. Taking one of her feet, I put a cuff with a rope on it, and pulled it sideways, I attached the rope to a ring in the floor, the other foot got the same treatment, leaving her legs and pussy spread wide open.
While Jada kept hitting her butt, 3 to 4 times light followed by a harder one I began to treat Mila’s pussy with a riding crop in a similar procedure, a few light taps followed by a hard one directly on her clit. The hard one always resulted in a loud yelp, but up till now the safeword was not uttered. What I did see was increased production of her womanly juices spreading her female aroma in the room. I’m not going to say her pussy was drenched, but I did see the occasional droplet slide down the inside of her thighs.
I motioned to Jada to stop and moved to Mila’s back, her tush was already pinking up nicely. I mouthed “oil” to Jada who quickly brought me a bottle of oil, and after pouring some in my hand, I applied it profusely to Mila’s bottom resulting in a satisfied moan. I couldn’t resist sliding my hand between her legs and over her tortured pussylips and even making a few circles over her clit with my digit. At first, she winced feeling my hand on her red hot pussy, expecting more hits with the riding crop but she quickly groaned in pleasure.
I then instructed Jada to sit on the ground between Mila’s legs and lowered her until her pussy was right in front of Jada’s eager mouth. She quickly covered Mila’s vulva with her mouth and ferociously attacked her playground. This startled the blindfolded girl, but from the smile appearing on her lips, I saw she was pleasantly surprised by the move.
“Oh yes Lew, that feels soo good” she whispered, but I had something in mind that would blow her mind completely. I removed her blindfold and kissed her on the lips, invading her mouth with my tongue, something I also knew she didn’t appreciate at all, but I simply couldn't resist the temptation. Strangely enough, she responded but tried to mumble something… ”Who’s licking my pussy?”
“Jada is dear, just enjoy it, she knows what she’s doing, far better than even I possibly can.”
There was not much she could do anyway, completely immobilized, her feet barely touching the ground. I could feel her relax and give herself completely over to her arousal, an orgasm building inside of her judging by the noises she was producing. It didn’t take very long from there for Mila to reach the ultimate pleasure of an orgasm. Her moaning and groaning increased rapidly and as I felt her breathing speed up and increase reaching frantically for the ultimate target, I stopped invading her mouth to admire the way she was cresting. To bring her over the top I removed the nipple clamps, sending a sharp sting to her nipples as the blood rushed in again. In turn, this resulted in small electric-like jolts sent directly to her little nubbin which was expertly stimulated by Jada’s hot mouth and tongue. I brought some relief to her tortured nipps with my mouth and tongue.
All of a sudden she burst out at the top of her voice, “OH, yes, yes AAaah, AAAAAHHH, yes, YES, YES.” That kept going on for a full minute, her body jerking and shivering as wave after wave of the ultimate pleasure hit her gorgeous naked body, covering it, despite the chilly temperature in the cellar, slowly with a fine sheen of sweat. When she finally came down looking like a wet noodle, I lowered her, while Jada tenderly caught her in her arms and laid her down on the floor while her sexual convulsions faded away. Undoing the cuffs on her hands and feet, Jada brought a big towel to wrap around her before she got too cold on the concrete floor.
After 10 minutes Mila came back to life and looked at us with big eyes as, while we were waiting, Jada had started to give me head. She was expertly licking the bulbous head of my cock taking it into her hot mouth and sucking, her cheeks hollowing in the process. What surprised Mila most was that Jada took my cock nude in her mouth, something that she never did. She only gave you a blojob when you wore a condom.
“Don’t you want him to wear a condom when you do that?” she asked.
“She never does,” I replied, “she loves the taste of semen.
“OK but what about STDs?”
“We know and trust each other, we know exactly with which partners we have sex and have ourselves tested regularly and it feels and tastes so much better for me and also for her.”
“Can I have a go?”
“Only if you are sure, because this is completely against your principles isn’t it?”
“It is, but if she’s OK with it, I guess I could be too, I get tested regularly as well and the last one was barely a week ago. As you know from the past, I don’t work on weekends.”
“You can have a go, but first I would like to do a small experiment with you.”
“What kind of experiment do you have in mind?”
“You were a sub just now and Jada and I were your doms. Now I would like you to be a dom while Jada will be your sub. I would like to see how this will affect your attitude towards her after she has punished you.”
“It wasn’t you but her who flogged me then?”
“Yes.”
“Ok but I don’t see how this would affect my attitude toward her.
“We’ll see, please stand up both of you, let’s see which of the contraptions in the cellar you would like to use to discipline Jada. We have a nice assortment to restrain her or string her up and a huge selection of disciplining equipment, her faith is now in your hands.”
Mila looked at me and upon my invitation began wandering around the cellar, when she came to certain devices, I explained what they were for and how to use them and for those, I didn’t know about, Jada filled in the blanks.
She decided on the padded leather bench, and Jada took up position on the bench on her knees, while we secured her with the different leather straps. Firstly her ankles and lower legs, opening her wide, then her arms secured on the higher part in front of her.
Now she needed to choose something to whip her with, and she went for the thing she had experienced herself, the cat-o-nine tails flogger. She began but hardly touched Jada with the flogger.
“Here let me show you,” I said, taking the leather implement from her and swirling it, hitting Jada’s butt on every pass, while getting slowly closer and closer thus hitting harder and harder. I handed it back to Mila, who immediately imitated my action.
To make it a bit more interesting I gave her another one to swirl and alternate between Jada’s butt cheeks. When Jada’s bottom began to pink up I instructed Mila with a gesture of my hand to hit her between the legs on her pussy. She did, but way too softly, so I mouthed “harder”. After she upped the force, Jada gave a small yelp. I knew she was used to far harsher treatment so again I mouthed “harder”, this time Mila gave her a very hard hit, the tips of the thongs falling right on her clit. This resulted in a real scream, however, it was immediately followed by a moan of pleasure. Mila finally understood she needed to be firmer and not be afraid of causing pain. After a while, she got bored with the flogger and whispered to me if she could choose something different.
“The choice is yours, Mila, you can use anything available here.”
Understanding she didn’t need to whisper she asked with a normal voice if I could string Jada up as she herself had been. That was no problem, we detached Jada from the bench and I brought her to the middle of the room, where during the inauguration Linda had been the star attraction. I attached cuffs to her hands and feet. Jada knew what was coming so she immediately lifted her arms in the air for me to attach them to the bar which was swinging down from the winch. Once attached I hoisted her up, her arms spread wide, and I attached her legs in the same way I had attached Mila’s before.
Jada was now suspended in a spread eagle position a foot above the floor with her body completely open to what was to come. I instructed Mila to choose the implement she wanted to use on Jada. She went to the cupboard with all the floggers and whips and paddles and chose a paddle, a bullwhip, and a cane. I asked her why she chose them, and she told me she’d seen similar ones used in some of the footage she’d seen on porn sites.
She was now clearly getting into the spirit of things, and I wondered how far she would go in disciplining Jada. I told her what Jada’s safeword was, just in case. Mila took up a position behind Jada with the paddle, brought her arm backward, and hit Jada’s bottom with it. It resounded in the cellar, but Jada gave no reaction, so I presumed it wasn’t very hard. I could hear from the sound it made, that the next one was harder, but still nothing from Jada. I saw Mila getting a bit frustrated at not being able to draw any reaction from Jada, so the third one resounded really hard, finally enticing a yelp from her. Another 2 followed with the same result.
Next Mila picked up the cane. “Before you continue, you need to make sure Jada’s bottom is OK and can take some more,” I showed her how to check Jada’s skin, sliding my hand over her bottom and also slipping a finger in her pussy, checking for moistness.
Mila mimicked my handling, including the slipping of a finger into Jada’s pussy. She picked up the cane again and gave a swath across Jada’s butt, almost immediately a red line appeared accompanied by a small scream. The next 4 she administered resulted in 5 red welts across her cute bottom. Remembering the instruction I had given concerning the sub’s welfare, she slid her hand over Jada’s butt again and this time her finger came out of Jada’s pussy completely wet.
The flogging on the bench combined with the paddling and caning had turned Jada’s backside a deeper shade of red. Reassured that Jada was still OK, Mila picked up the bullwhip and moved to Jada’s front. When Jada saw what was coming, I saw some fear come into her eyes, I had no idea if she had ever been whipped with this fear-inducing instrument, and awaited her reaction holding my breath. Mila first tried flicking the whip in the air resulting in a resounding crack. Then her arm went way back and she hit Jada across the abdomen drawing a scream from her. A red welt appeared across Jada’s midriff, but Mila had already brought her arm back again and this time hit Jada across her boobs. The result was again a scream, but similar to her reaction after the first hit it was followed by a smile - a bit weaker this time, but still a smile. Next Mila aimed for the thighs, followed by a quick one across Jada’s tits again. Four ugly welts showed across the front of Jada’s enticing nude body, and tears were showing in her eyes, so when Mila brought her arm back again, I stopped her.
“Why?” she asked me.
“This is what the experiment was about; when you start the procedure you hesitate, you don’t want to hit hard, afraid to hurt the person, but as you go along you want to make them cry, or entice a scream, it’s almost like a drug, you want more and more. I’ve seen this tested on the internet as well and the result was the same, the person in command had the person on the receiving end flogged almost to death. In the end, they had to be stopped as I stopped you, before anything really bad happened, so all in all you are quite normal, don’t worry. Now for something entirely different, how would you feel about a daisy chain?”
“A daisy chain? What the fuck is a daisy chain?”
“Oh my God, you don’t know what a daisy chain is?”
“No is that something like cunnilingus, that word you taught me during your first visit?”
“It could involve cunnilingus, you do remember that one then?”
Mila looked at Jada and asked her, “Do you know the meaning of cunnilingus?”
“Euh yes of course,” she replied questioningly.
“Well I didn’t and when Lew visited me the first time I was sitting astride him because he wanted to talk, so he asked me what my feelings were towards cunnilingus. I had no idea what he was talking about, so he asked if he could demonstrate. I said yes, and he slithered down between my legs and began eating my pussy, that’s how I found out what cunnilingus is, so I guess he’s now going to demonstrate what a daisy chain is.”
“He will need my help to do that Mila,” Jada said.
“Is it two girls eating each other's pussies then?”
“Yes and no, it involves multiple people, it will take the three of us at a minimum to bring it off.”
“OK Mila, you wanted to suck my cock, that’s a good start for a daisy chain. While you do that, I’ll eat Jada’s pussy and she will eat yours. That’s how we make a daisy chain and when we get tired of each other we’ll trade places - unless you have a problem eating pussy?”
“I have no problem eating pussy. I’d love to repay Jada for what she did to mine earlier anyway, so yes let’s do this.”
We lay on our sides in a neat triangle, Mila sucking my cock, me feasting on Jada’s pussy and Jada getting busy again on Mila’s pussy. After a while, we traded places as Mila was not that keen on getting my cum in her mouth. That eventually happened with Jada on the receiving end. I managed to make Mila cum again, finally tasting her tangy-sweet juices I missed the former times I ate her cunt, while she brought Jada to a body-shattering orgasm in no time at all. The whole thing took about half an hour and left us all exhausted, even the youngsters, which both of them were in comparison to me. We went back upstairs and had a quick shower in the dressing room of the studio, pressed closely together in the shower cabin which was only designed for a maximum of two occupants. That was great fun to end our playing together. After drying, we all got dressed and I agreed with Mila I would have her photos ready for pick-up the next week.
“Why don’t you send them by mail?”
“Even though yours are meant to be used on your website, I never send photos involving nudity via the internet, I always deliver them on a memory stick or card, it’s up to the person who owns them to make sure they don’t end up where they don’t belong.”
“OK I understand, that makes good sense: I never thought about it in that way.”
We said our goodbyes and it was with regret I saw Mila walk away. I had spent a lot of good times with her in the past; maybe I should get one of her massages again in the near future - if ever I find the time…
Come to think of it, maybe I should make a booking, and deliver her photos at the same time, maybe we could even come to a mutual agreement: one hour free massage for the photos. A couple of days later I called her to set up my visit.
“Hello Mila, I’ve got your photos ready and I was thinking that maybe instead of you picking them up I could deliver them to you and get one of your treatments?”
“Of course, when did you have in mind?”
“I’ll be busy on Saturday, how about mid next week, say Wednesday at 10?”
“OK I don’t have anything on that morning, I’ll expect you.”
“Still the same address?”
‘No, I moved, I’m now in a cozy, ground-floor apartment, but it’s in the same village. I’ll text you the address.”
I had no idea at that time that I would be very busy not only on Saturday but also on Sunday, but I’m digressing.
So after the busy weekend with Dawn and Hellen, I went to see Mila on Wednesday morning in her “cozy” apartment. When I rang the bell the buzzer to let me in sounded very quickly and I found myself in a small hallway. I was wondering if she would greet me as she did some years ago wearing a post or delivery man’s dream outfit…just a towel, but not this time. The door at the end opened and Mila greeted me with a huge smile.
“Hello Lew, welcome to my new place, come in.”
Entering the apartment, I found myself immediately in a light and airy living area with a big setee, joining an open kitchen where she had also a bike.
“Oh, I see you ride a bike nowadays.”
“I just love it. This one is brand new. I got it last Saturday and went riding the whole weekend, can I get you anything to drink?”
“No dear I’m fine thanks. I’ve got your memory stick with your photos for you.”
“Great let’s have a look.” She plugged the stick into her laptop and immediately began going through them, “They’re great. I’ll be able to properly update my website; so how much do I owe you?”
“How about you give me one of your massages dear and we call it quits?”
“Is that all, are you sure?”
“Yes, but I do have a special request.”
“And what would that be?”
“Will you give me the pleasure of undressing you, instead of you doing it yourself?”
“But of course, why don’t you join me in the massage room.”
She led me via a door on the left through a small hallway to the massage room, where I immediately recognized the big bed with the special Thai covers and the cozy lighting. She even had her Thai music playing, just the same as so long ago when I visited her regularly. I quickly undressed down to my boxers shorts. I took a seat on the bed and she stood in front of me. She was wearing a white button-down shirt which I immediately attacked, slowly undoing the buttons, starting from the top. As I progressed, her gorgeous olive body was revealed to me bit by bit. She wore a simple pink pushup bra and a pair of cut-off jean shorts. When all the buttons were undone I slid it over her shoulders letting it drop to the floor. I carefully picked it up, folded it, and placed it neatly on the chair behind her.
I couldn’t resist placing a little kiss on her midriff. Next were the shorts; it was a challenge to undo the top button, but once I succeeded I could easily unzip them. Sliding down her hips and butt was a bit more difficult but with some help, I succeeded. She stood before me in her bra and white panties, and I immediately recognized the small darker colored scar she had just above her boobs. I then faced one of the toughest challenges for any man, unhooking a bra, but she was way ahead of me and turned around without even being asked, thus giving not only unrestricted access to her bra, but also allowing me to see exactly what I needed to do.
Once the hooks were undone she faced me again to allow me to slide the straps off her shoulders to reveal her oh-so-tempting A-cups. As I was sitting down, they were immediately in front of my face, and I couldn’t resist giving each a quick kiss to start. Then I began to really pay my respects to them, circling her right nipple with my tongue and slowly sucking it into my mouth, along with a big portion of her soft tit flesh, while I cupped her left boob with my right hand taking that nipple between thumb and index to stimulate it. Not wanting to shortchange this boob, I also started sucking on it, while I massaged her butt with both of my hands, slowly pulling her panties down to her knees before gravity took over and made them puddle around her feet.
She was now completely naked, while I was still wearing my boxer shorts. Time to ravish her completely. I stood up, grabbed her hips, and turned us around so that she had the backside of her legs against the bed. I pushed her down and dropped to my knees, facing her shaved pussy. Mila has the most gorgeous pussy you can imagine, with neatly tucked-in inner labia, looking like the most beautiful virgin pussy you can imagine. It looked as if it was begging me to kiss and lick it, a temptation I could not resist.
As I wanted this to be a session she would remember for a long time I took my time before actually touching it with my lips. I began just above her knee, kissing my way up her inner thigh all the way to her mound, then bypassing her most sensitive area and moving across to her other inner thigh. Then I slid up so I could kiss her midriff and belly, making circles around and in her belly button. My hands were all the way up her body where I had moved her arms above her head with my nails very lightly tickling the inside of her arms and her armpits. When I did that and moved slowly over the side of her upper body she began to squirm.
“Keep still, or I’ll have to punish you,” I mumbled against her pussy.
“Mmmmmhhhmmmm,” was all she responded, trying to keep still.
All the tickling and kissing of her body had increased her arousal to the point that her pussy was slowly getting seriously moist, high time to taste her again. Starting from the bottom of her pussy, I licked my way up to her pleasure point. Her moaning increased and she pushed her hips forward, seeking more intense contact with my mouth and tongue. I obliged by concentrating on her little nubbin which I had freed from its hood by pulling it up with the thumb of the hand I had strategically placed on her lower belly. I alternated circling it with my tongue, with sucking, and even light biting. I felt it increase in size in line with her vocal reaction to this sweet torture.
She pulled up her legs while opening them as far as they could go to allow me full access to her playground. Both her hands were now holding my head keeping it firmly in place. Her body slowly but surely tensed up as she built to her impending orgasm, I doubled my efforts to bring her the ultimate pleasure as she had done for me numerous times during our sessions in the past. I had to be careful as I knew she didn’t want anything entering her body, so sticking a finger in her vagina to stimulate her G-spot was something I could not do. Instead, I increased my suction power, rivaling the most powerful Dyson vacuum cleaner on the market.
All of a sudden I felt her move her arm to the side of the bed. She opened a drawer under it and pulled out a Magic Wand, switched it on, and pushed it into my hand. I immediately got the message and moved the vibrating head of the wand to her clit. That was what she needed to pull her over the line into a powerful orgasm, squirting all over the wand and my face which was still hovering over her pubic area making sure to apply the right pressure to the right place. I saw her pull in her stomach as her whole body tensed: one of the most beautiful sights I can imagine.
“Oh, my Gawd! Oh, my Gawd!” she cried out in the throes of her orgasm while I kept the wand going, trying to extend her orgasmic bliss as long as possible. After a while, she came down and immediately turned into the professional she was. She traded places with me and quickly removed my boxer shorts and grabbed a bottle of pre-warmed oil, squirting a good amount over my upper body. It felt divine when she started to massage me, especially when her nimble hands took hold of my cock and gave it some additional attention bringing it, in no time at all, to a standing position. My legs and feet also got the royal treatment, taking out all the muscle pains that had accumulated while working in the garden.
When she was done with my extremities, (my arms, hands, and neck were also given the full treatment), she again turned her attention to my pleasure center. She started by giving me a full body-to-body massage, after which she gave my rock-hard cock a boob treatment, sliding them first over the head before she grabbed it in one hand and massaged her boobs with it. The final touch was a pussy massage, at first similar to the boob one but then she straddled me and rubbed my penis with her pussy lips.
I took advantage of her position to give my full attention to her oiled-up tits, squeezing them and giving added attention to her succulent, large, brown nipples. The way she was moving over me was just too much, and I couldn’t hold it any longer and shouted at the top of my voice, “I’m cuuuummminng, I cummmmiinnng!” squirting my semen over her hand and my own belly.
A few ripped-off pieces of paper towel roll took care of the mess I’d made. Still straddling me, she removed the baby oil from my body with a towel.
That done, she looked me in the eye and I could see that she wanted to tell me something.
I tenderly caressed her back and said, “I can feel you want to tell me something, you know you can share everything with me, is there anything I can do for you? Help you with? Is there something with your daughter in Thailand? Hasn’t she turned 17 by now?”
She looked at me hesitantly and then it came pouring out, “No she’s OK. She’ll turn 17 next week, but there is something else… I fibbed to you about.”
“Fibbed to me?
“Yes, my daughter is not in Thailand but here in Belgium and wants to study law at the University of Leuven, and so is my 18-year-old son, who’s doing architecture at Ghent University, the only one in Thailand is my 24-year-old son...”
Before she could continue I stopped her, “Hang on a second if your oldest son is 24, then you had him when you were 10, which, in my humble opinion, is rather unlikely, isn’t it?”
“Yes you’re right, I’m so sorry that’s another thing that’s not true, I’m a bit ashamed to tell you this, but I’m not 34, as advertised, but 42, basically over the hill, especially after giving birth to 3 kids.”
“Well first let me assure you that for a ‘42-year-old over the hill’, you look damn good.”
“Thanks for the compliment…”
“You are dear, you look absolutely ravishing, believe me, I’ve had women much younger than you in front of my lens, that looked a lot older and out of shape than you. Besides, don’t they say that age is just a number? I’m 60, but I only feel 34, believe me…except maybe when I’ve worked half a day in the garden, then I feel more like a 75-year-old.”
“Returning the compliment Lew, you don’t look 60, you look at least 10 years younger, and I too know what I’m talking about. I get 40 or 50-year-old guys sometimes with a beer belly the size of a beach ball or worse; you at least have a slim figure, how much do you weigh?”
“I weigh about 75 kilos (165 lbs) and I’m 1.83m tall (6 ft) giving me a BMI of 22, which, according to the specialists, is supposed to be a normal one and that’s why I think we’re such a good match in bed,” I added with a chuckle.
“I guess with one, and soon two, kids at university, you'll have your work cut out for you then?”
“Yes, and my daughter wants to have a student room together with her boyfriend in Leuven.”
“More cost and also more worries with the boyfriend…”
Before I could finish she interjected, “ I told them they couldn’t have sex, if she wants to do the studies, which will take her 6 years, failing a year is not an option. I would have to postpone my return back home for the same period because my ultimate goal is to go back home and grow fruits and vegetables on my land, which I can then sell at the local market.”
“You have a property in Thailand then?”
“Yes, I have a house with a few hundred square meters of land not too far from my parent's house.”
“Your parents are still alive?”
“Yes, my dad is 75 and mom is 72, and I have 2 brothers and 2 sisters, and the main reason my daughter wants to study law is that my parents were cheated out of their own home.”
“Cheated out of their home how did that happen?”
“They paid lots of money for the house and land they lived in and worked on with the promise that it would be theirs in the end but finally they were thrown out because they had nothing on paper, everything had been done verbally and that has no value in court. I know they sound gullible, but they're simple poor folk with no knowledge of the law who were taken advantage of.”
“That’s really awful, so they had to start all over again?”
“Yes.”
“But what about you? You have 3 kids what about their father?”
“He left me when the youngest was a few months, he was supposed to pay for their upbringing but I just got 2000 Bath and that was it, in the end, it was a good thing I had them because I went very deep, and I even thought of ending it all, but the thought of leaving them behind kept me going.”
“You are a very strong woman, coming to a strange country and setting up your business, and then bringing your children over here to help them get a good education. I absolutely admire you and truly hope you will succeed.”
“It’s nice to be able to talk about this Lew. I don’t have many friends here; most of the people I know are customers who are only interested in the one thing I can give them, a happy ending.”
“Well that is your business of course, and by the way, you did a great job as usual. I’m grateful that you do this and have done it in the past for me. Please, if ever you want to talk, just give me a ring. For now, I’m sorry, but I need to run. I still have a lot of work with all the photos I took during our America trip and I promised Grace to have her pictures ready at the latest by the end of the week. I want to keep that promise.”
The more I learned about Mila’s story the more admiration I developed for her. Doing what she did, and is still doing, all on her own. Unfortunately, people like her parents are the kind that are taken advantage of by the already well-to-do. Even a person like herself is in many cases taken for granted, even looked down upon for providing a service that is regarded by many as sordid, but when you come to think of it, oh so needed. I hope that when she feels the need for a chat she’ll call me.