Chapter 38
Georgina.
When I woke up the morning after my adventures with Hellen in the woods, I was unsure of the time. It was dark, but a peek at my clock showed it was indeed seven, although when I got out of bed and opened the curtains it was still dark and raining like crazy. We had been so lucky during the weekend enjoying what we sometimes call an Indian Summer’s day. It was of course the end of October, so Fall had hit us overnight, no more horseback riding and outdoor sex for me, probably until spring; Hellen would have to find other riding buddies or reasons to get away from her husband if she wanted to keep ticking off items on her bucket list.
Well, it was great fun while it lasted and I had managed to offload one of the expensive Hasselblad cameras on her husband. He would be picking it up today, together with the photos I took of his wife. I wondered what time he would be at the shop, but that was for later after I opened up: first a shower and breakfast to get me started. When I got down to the shop it was just before 10, and I saw Dave already waiting nervously at the door.
I could have expected him to be eager to see the nude pictures of his wife, and not wait till the afternoon, so luckily I had prepared a slide show and had made a copy of the memory card from the camera for my own collection the evening before hitting the sack.
“Good Morning Dave, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit? Have you changed your mind about buying the camera?”
“You know why I’m here; did you get the pictures?”
“What pictures would those be Dave?”
“You know damn well what pictures I mean.”
“Hey, I’m only joking, and yes I did get the pictures you are looking for, why don’t you come in and I’ll show you.”
I took Dave straight to the studio, as I wanted to give him the full benefit of the nude photos I made of his wife Hellen.
“Why do we need to go to the studio?” He asked rather impatiently, thinking I was pulling another stunt on him.
“In the studio, I can show you the photos on a big screen, say life-size to give you the full benefit of your wife’s beauty.”
I switched on the projector and started the photo show I had prepared for his delectation, starting slowly with photos of the first day with Hellen fully clothed, and building up to those showing her in her full glory. I’d seen them, so I was looking at Dave as he watched the slideshow, getting more and more excited as Hellen got more and more naked on top of Burley. I had finished the show with some pictures of Hellen in the forest, her arousal clearly showing. I hoped he wouldn’t get angry as the final ones could be classified as purely pornographic, with her legs wide open playing with her pussy, clearly in the throes of passion. I saw Dave’s hand in his lap furtively playing with his dick. He was as aroused as Hellen had been when we were taking the pictures. When we came to the last one he was sitting there absolutely mesmerized.
“Are they to your liking Dave?” I asked, which made him jump up startled.
“Euh, yes they are, Lew you’ve outdone yourself, this is even more than I expected, you’re a true artist.”
“I must confess that Hellen was not the first woman I’ve photographed in the nude.”
“It shows.”
“So my friend, do we have a deal, will you take the camera?”
“Yes, yes of course, oh boy I can’t wait to show Hellen these photos when I get home.”
“Excellent shall we adjourn to the shop to do the nasty stuff?”
“What nasty stuff?”
“The paperwork for the guarantee and you coughing up the money for the camera.”
“Oh that nasty stuff; yeah it’s always difficult to part with money, but this is absolutely worth it.”
15 minutes later Dave walked out of the shop with a big smile on his face. It was similar to mine, as I was happy to have sold one of the two cameras I had in stock. I wondered where and if I would find another customer for the second one. If the worst came to the worst, I could always try to convince Jada to take the camera as payment for the work she was doing for me. I could let her have it at a discount - I still made a nice profit on the one I just sold and the time I had already spent and, who knows, could spend in the future with Hellen, was definitely worth the lost profit on the second one.
All of a sudden I remembered that today, Catharina and Marco were leaving on their Transatlantic cruise they’d been looking forward to. Hoping to still catch them at home I made a quick call.
“Hello, Catharina?”
“Hey Lew, to what do I owe the pleasure of your call?”
“Aren’t you leaving today on your cruise?”
“Yes, today’s the first day of the beginning of our new life.”
“Wonderful, I just wanted to wish you bon voyage on your second honeymoon. How is Mario holding up, is he looking forward to it as much as you?”
“Oh yes, although he’s so nervous about leaving the restaurant completely in Marco’s care for the very first time.”
“I can imagine, after all, it is his life’s work he’s leaving in his son’s care, it must be similar to leaving your child into someone else's care, but he’ll get over it quickly once you’re gone and you’re enjoying the luxuries of cruising.”
“I truly hope so, sorry but I must dash, the taxi is here. Thanks for thinking of me and calling, bye now, ciao, ciao,” and she was gone, I truly hoped they would discover each other again away from the daily routine on a big ship crossing the Atlantic. For the remainder of the morning, I went through my routines of sorting out celebration or vacation photo prints of my customers or preparing photo albums.
At noon I closed the shop as usual for 2 hours, so I could have my lunch and a nap. Around five, I heard the shop’s doorbell. I quickly made my way from the computer room to the shop and spotted this good-looking, auburn-haired woman wandering around and inspecting the photos on display.
All of a sudden it hit me, I had seen this woman before, but what was her name again?
“Georgina is that you?”
“Yes, it is. So this is the famous photoshop you were telling me all about during the flight.” Georgina was the purser I had a nice conversation with on my flight to Rome a few weeks ago when I was on my way to visit Catharina for my birthday.
“Stranded in Brussels are you?”
“Yes, and I’m on a week’s vacation, so I wanted to make good on my promise to visit you if I would be here.”
“Indeed you did, and you came in uniform. Would you like your picture taken madam?”
“You remember!”
“Who could forget a promise to photograph such a gorgeous woman like you.”
“I see you haven’t stopped flattering the ladies that wander into your life, and yes I would very much like my private photo session as you promised.”
“And are you prepared to go all the way?”
“Absolutely, I’ve never done this before in my life, despite being a frequent mile-high club member. I may have undressed in front of a lot of men over the years, but have never had my picture taken in the buff.”
“We need to change that quickly; let me close the shop and please, follow me to the studio.”
When we came into the studio, I got the usual oohs and ahs about the size and everything in there, but she quickly settled when I suggested she sit in one of the easy chairs so we could have a chat first.
“Can I offer you anything to drink; champagne perhaps, customary in business class?”
“Champagne would be fine, it may help to take the edge of what I’m about to do.”
“Don’t tell me you’re nervous.”
“Mmmmh, I am a bit.”
“There is absolutely no need for that, you are a very beautiful woman with a gorgeous body. Well, I’m still guessing, cause I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing it revealed, of course, but from what I saw onboard and see now in a clothed condition, I am convinced you’re going to blow me away.”
“Now you really make me blush - I’m not exactly a Spring chicken anymore, some parts of me have suffered a bit from earth’s gravity.”
“Dear Georgina, never forget beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and in my eyes, and I’m sure also in the eye of the camera, you are stunning!”
She was now definitely blushing, and quickly took a gulp of her champagne to steady her nerves.
“So tell me what have you been up to since we met, aside from flying of course.”
“Not very much really, my work is almost all I have these days, sometimes it takes me to faraway places, but not so often anymore. It’s usually up and down to Rome or some other major city in Europe and now I’ve got a week's vacation. Usually, I travel to places I haven’t been to, using my free tickets, but I didn’t feel like it this time. I don’t know what it is with me but I seem to have lost my appetite to discover new places.”
“So you decided to discover new things to do instead of places, and posing for me was one of them?”
“You could say that yes.”
“How would you like to proceed?”
“You’re the photographer, you tell me what to do and what to take off or leave on.”
“Are you willing to do a Full Monty?”
“Yes, definitely; you want me to get totally naked right now?”
“No, let’s keep the suspense and let the camera, and myself, discover you bit by bit. Let’s try to find a nice backdrop, how about a flower garden, is that an idea? Or should we use the inside of an airplane to make you feel more at home?”
“Do you have the inside of a plane in your studio then?”
“Not exactly, but I do have a backdrop with an inside view of a cockpit.
“Yes let’s use that - I might surprise a few colleagues with pictures like those.”
“OK, a cockpit it is.”
I pulled down the photo backdrop I had of the cockpit of a 747, I also had one of the upstairs bar in this type of aircraft, but maybe we’d use that later. I handed Georgina a little tray with two coffee cups, for her to take to the imaginary pilots, and she immediately fell into character posing charmingly.
“Great now let’s do some without the jacket, as I guess you would be dressed normally during a flight?”
“Yes we only wear the jacket to welcome the passengers on board or in the airport, never during the service, that would be too cumbersome.”
The jacket came off, leaving her in a crisp white blouse showing a hint of the sexy white lace bra she was wearing underneath. Although she was relatively slim, I remembered from our first encounter she was well endowed in the boobs department. Around her neck was a little scarf with the company logo, which female pursers or stewardesses, usually wear. Her pencil skirt came, demurely, to just below the knees, and what could be seen of her shapely legs was encased in black nylons - pantyhose or real stockings, I could only guess. Hopefully, I would find out later on.
After several shots, she looked at me a bit nervously, not sure what to do next. I suggested she remove the scarf, and I saw relief in her eyes, as she realized I intended to take it very slowly. When the scarf was removed I could now see her neck, without asking or suggesting anything she also undid the top two buttons of her blouse showing an enticing cleavage. She was getting nicely into the spirit of things I thought. Now I needed to convince her to shed her blouse completely.
“Excellent Georgina, I love what you’re doing so please don’t let me stop you, in fact, let me put a bit of background music on to get you in the mood.”
“You want to see more?” she asked with a smoldering look in her eyes.
“Of course, I’ve been wondering since I met you on the flight, what kind of bra a stewardess wears under her uniform, is it a company issue like the rest of the uniform or is it a personal choice?”
“No, our underwear is strictly private, within limits, of course, we would never be allowed to wear a bra that leaves the nipples bare or go braless altogether.”
“I see, pity, I was already imagining a stewardess going commando.”
“The male passengers and pilots would love it, but the girl would be sacked immediately, so I’d say, keep on dreaming. But for now, allow me to give you that little bit of extra service we normally only reserve for very special clients and photographers.” She gave me a wink, then began to undo the remaining buttons of her blouse, slowly, extremely slowly, revealing her bra and tight tummy. When she pulled the blouse out of her skirt, she proceeded, again at a snail's pace, undoing the buttons on her sleeves. Now the only thing left to do was to take it off, which she did with her back turned to me, as she kept the suspense going.
After baring her slender right shoulder she looked over it building up the sexual tension that had all of a sudden emerged between us. The left shoulder followed a bit quicker. Removing the blouse completely, she turned around and held it out to me dangling on one finger. I rushed to take it from her, but not before I had shot a burst of photos. After carefully laying the blouse over a chair, I saw her turn again, her hands moving towards the zipper in her skirt. Finally, my curiosity about her legwear was going to be satisfied. I had to be patient though, as the zipper too came down at a snail's pace.
When it was undone, her hands moved to her hips, sliding the skirt ever so slowly down. I was anxiously waiting, biting my lip, almost with my tongue hanging out of my mouth. What was I going to see first? The top border of pantyhose, or a pair of suspenders. And the winner was the suspenders. I was over the moon: she was the embodiment of most men's wet dreams come true. When the skirt dropped to the ground I hurried to pick it up and lay it next to her blouse. When she faced me again she’d changed her settings from stun to kill. Never ever in my life would I put this woman at 45, she looked more like 30 or maybe 35.
The white of her underwear complemented her light skin tone but contrasted beautifully with the black stockings she was wearing. I took a few more shots with the cockpit backdrop but suggested we move to another setting. The way she looked had immediately brought the famous scene from “The Graduate” to mind; the shot of Mrs. Robinson's leg as she pulled up a black stocking with Dustin Hofmann in the background. I didn’t have Dustin at my disposal, but I sure had a Mrs. Robinson right here.
As a backdrop, I chose a den with bookcases and a desk, with Georgina sitting sideways on a chair though not putting on, but removing her stockings. She started by removing her black pumps, followed by the stockings. As they came off I had the pleasure of admiring her legs that seemed to go on forever. She was good, she kept the suspense going, making me guess what she would look like in the buff by keeping her lady bits covered with her sexy underwear. Again she turned her back to me, her hands moving to her back, then grasping the clasp of her bra and undoing it. Holding the front with her left arm, she picked up her jacket, turned away from me, removed her bra, and put the jacket back on before turning towards me again, her bra dangling from her finger like she had done with her blouse before.
I got a glimpse of her boobs when she moved and the front of the jacket opened up a bit revealing the valley between her breasts. She grabbed the lapels and tantalizingly opened one side, flashing one boob but quickly hiding it again while revealing the other. This woman could drive a man insane. Then with her back again towards me she slid the jacket slowly off her shoulders, showing me her beautiful now completely bare backside. She dropped the jacket on the floor, turned, and walked slowly towards me, her tits now full on display. They were breathtaking, big and round with tiny dark brown nipples and virtually no areolae, a slight sag, but nevertheless proudly defying earth’s gravity.
Although she didn’t need to make them look any better, she put her arms in the air anyway, swaying them above her head in time to the music that was playing. My eyes traveled from her smoldering look, over her lithe topless feminine body to her sexy navel calling out to me. Looking further south, I could see her panties had a tiny wet patch, giving away that she was getting aroused by her actions just like I was. She looked and smelled like pure sex.
“Would you like me to go all the way? she asked with a sultry voice.
“Yes please,” I replied, eyeing her hot body and panting like a puppy.
She hooked the fingers of both hands under the elastic of her panties and began to slide them over the thighs towards her knees, slowly but surely revealing her enticing pussy, but all of a sudden lost her balance, “Fuck!” she said, recovering quickly.
“If you keep this up, that might come later,” I responded, bringing a promise-filled smile to her face.
With the last stitch removed, and the magical place where her legs meet finally revealed to my eager eyes I could finally admire her fully naked body now. I took my final photos and put the camera to one side. We looked into each other's eyes, knowing full well what was bound to happen now. She stuck out her hands and arms beckoning me wiggling her fingers. That was all I needed to go to her, and wrap my arms around her naked body, our mouths meeting in a sizzling kiss. Our first physical contact was breathtaking, she took the initiative with her tongue tentatively exploring my lips, slightly opening her hot mouth as if asking me to enter her body with mine. How could I resist such an invitation to begin the process of totally possessing her?
After allowing our tongues to get to know each other exploring one of the most intimate areas of our bodies she pulled away, looked me in the eye, and let her hands undo the buttons of my shirt. As I never wear anything under the shirt, her hands could quickly begin to explore my naked chest, I kept my hands away from hers holding onto her hips. She began playing with my nipples, which quickly got rock hard. Within seconds my shirt dropped to the floor, after which she pressed her tits against my now naked upper body and wiggled them against me. I could feel her nipples had pebbled up nicely as well. She slid them over my abdomen sinking to the floor on her knees. Facing my belly she began undoing the button and zipper of my trousers and pulling them down, making my rock-hard cock jump out right into her face. She grabbed my rigid pole with one hand and my balls with the other and began licking around the glans, after which she took it in her mouth and sucked it deep into her hot mouth.
After the visual stimulation, she’d given me during her striptease act her mouth felt amazing. I couldn’t resist pushing my pelvis forward to make her gobble up my dick completely, which she gladly did. I held her head with both hands and began fucking her mouth vigorously, she had no problem whatsoever taking me completely in, her lips touching the base. All the while she fondled my balls with her nimble fingers. I had no idea what she had in mind but trying to make me cum quickly was certainly at the top of her list but was not at the top of mine. I wanted to fuck this divine body and fill her pussy or ass up with my hot jizz, so after a few minutes of what I would describe as professional cock sucking, I pulled out, grabbing her arms and made her stand up. She looked at me questioningly.
“As much as I like you giving me head Georgina, I would also like to taste you but maybe under more comfortable circumstances. I’d like you to accompany me to my private home and continue our play in the bedroom in far more comfortable conditions.”
“That sounds terrific, I’d like that very much indeed, lead the way lover.”
Quickly gathering our clothes I guided her up the stairs to my apartment. When she came in I had another series of oohs and aahs when she discovered the view from the big window over the roof-garden, not at its best at this time of the year, but still pretty spectacular. We stood there looking at it like Adam and Eve experiencing Fall in the Garden of Eden, though I suppose we don’t know if they stayed long enough to experience the different seasons or if there were seasons at all in that garden. Standing behind her to give her the full benefit of the view, I took the opportunity to explore her luscious body with my hands.
I don’t have small hands, but they were not big enough to completely cover her boobs with the rock-hard eraser nipples poking into my palms. I couldn't resist trying to make them grow, and when I didn’t succeed immediately, I bent over and took them one by one in my mouth and suckled them intensely. That did make them slightly bigger and drew a few moans from her lips, which were what I attacked next, pressing my mouth onto hers after turning her around and grabbing her firm asscheeks. Her hands went around my head holding me while we performed an intricate tongue dance. Taking her by the hand I led her to the sofa where I made her sit down dropping to my knees in front of her while I pushed her legs wide open, bending forward to study her most intimate part. She had the most gorgeous pussy, nicely shaven around the lips with, at the top, a landing strip of pubic hair.
“Is this where you like the planes to land?” I asked giving the patch a quick kiss.
“Yes,” she replied accompanied by the sweetest whimper, “and then I want you to park in the hangar just below.
“Your wish is my command, my lady,” I whispered while blowing with my hot breath on her already moist pussylips and making her whimper even more. I flicked my tongue along her lips and began kissing and licking the valley between her thighs and pussy on both sides, taking in her womanly musky aroma and flavor. Curious to sample her sweet flavor, I went to town on her pussy, nibbling at her labia, and pulling at the tender flesh carefully with my teeth before sucking them inwards and taking both of her outer lips deep into my mouth.
Snaking my tongue in between her lips, splitting them apart, I went in search of her magic little appendage, and held it between my lips, pulling at it like I would her nipples. I felt it grow while her pussy released more of its sweet tangy juice. Mousy little squeaks escaped from her upper lips, her voice high and thick with pleasure.
“Oh my god, this feels so good, where did you learn to eat pussy so well?”
I couldn’t very well answer, my mouth filled with her glory station, her little nubbin keeping my tongue pretty busy. That story would be more convenient to tell during after-play. For the moment I was savoring the appetizer, preparing for the main course when I would slide my manhood deep into her sleek tunnel. I was really looking forward to the main course, and from the satisfied noises emanating from her mouth I guessed she was too. I didn’t need to wait very long for her to request we move to the main event.
“Oh fuck me, please fuck me, I want to feel that rigid pole of yours deep in my cunt.”
With my hands under the back of her knees, I brought her legs up opening her completely, and as soon as I had slid my cock inch by delicious inch into her inner sanctum, her hot pussy gripped my shaft like a vice. That woman had cunt muscles to die for, even when I remained motionless, it felt as if I had stuck my cock in a milking machine. As soon as she released me I pulled out and before her snatch could grab and hold me again I began pumping away into that quivering wet hole.
She groaned in pleasure, “oh fuck Leeeew this feels sooo gooood!” Her breathing escalated, a clear sign of the approaching orgasm building inside her, and ready to erupt at any moment.
When it blew she became very vocal, shrieking and squealing at the top of her voice, while grabbing my neck and pulling me into her. It was so hot and electrifying that I couldn’t hold it any longer either as I felt an incredible wave of sexual ecstasy run through my body - my sperm was racing up my shaft from my balls like a tsunami.
I let go of her legs which she quickly crossed behind my back as I collapsed on top of her. It took us the better part of ten minutes to resurface from our high. She looked at me with a satisfied smile and out of the blue she said; “How about dinner?”
Totally flabbergasted by her question, I said, “What do you mean by dinner?”
“Well it’s that time of day when people usually have dinner, so have you got anything in house so we can have dinner together?”
“Euh, maybe you should have a look in the fridge?”
“Excellent idea, I’m curious what a bachelor has in his fridge, foodwise.”
She got up from the sofa and walked naked to the kitchen area where she opened the door of the fridge.
“I’m pleasantly surprised, you do have a healthy lifestyle, usually a bachelor’s fridge holds beer and ready-made meals, you have vegies in here and fruit and yogurt, excellent, how about I prepare us a nice home-cooked dinner?”
“I wouldn’t say no to that, are you for real?”
“Well I’ve got to eat, you’ve got to eat and you have all these goodies in the fridge, so yes, I love to cook and I rarely get the chance to cook for two, or even for one with all my flying. Got any meat?”
“Yes in the freezer, I’ve got everything, chicken, beef, pork, lamb, veal, fish, scampi, just tell me what you would like, I even got snails.”
“Oh lovely, do you have any other appointments this evening?”
“Euh no, I didn’t even know you were coming.”
“Great, we can have snails and then we can have lamb, both with lots of garlic, you will stink the remainder of the week, but I don’t care, I won’t have to endure it, and it’s super healthy. Can you peel some potatoes, and how about preparing the French beans to go with the lamb?”
“Sounds great, do you want an apron?”
“No, I think I’ll be adventurous and cook in the buff. How about you, will you be my naked sous-chef, or do you insist on clothes?”
“Hey if you go in the raw, I’ll go in the raw. I never had a meal in the buff in here so that’s another adventure I can tick off my list.”
Georgina was a sight for sore eyes as she got busy in the kitchen and I helped with the preparations, taking out the lamb and the snails to thaw, peeling some potatoes, and topping and tailing the beans. When she walked into the shop I had a pretty good idea that we were going to fuck but I never expected she was also going to prepare me a full meal. It was great fun watching her, and after a while, I even felt my cock stirring again. Although it has to be said that with all the great smells she was creating I was getting more hungry than horny.
“Can I offer you another glass of champagne ?”
“Yes please, what do you have as wine?”
“Are you a Bordeaux or a Burgundy person?”
“Strictly Burgundy.”
“Do you like Gevrey-Chambertin?”
“Oh yes please, it’s one of my favorite Burgundies - yours as well?”
“Absolutely, I visit the area at least once a year and I have my favorite wine grower where I stock up.”
“My God Lew, you are a man of my own heart, why hasn’t any woman picked you up yet?”
“Let’s say I prefer my freedom, I was never interested in settling down, you know, house, wife, kids, dog, white picket fence, no, not for me. That’s why I had the snip, to make sure there would never be little Lews running around- and you?”
“The opportunity never presented itself, and to be honest, I never wanted to settle down either. I’m not the motherly type: well the pilots are my boys and now the occasional photographer…OK, let’s eat.”
During the meal, she told me about her adventures in the air and all the different places she had been during her career. I had traveled a lot in my life but in comparison to her, I was just a beginner. Before we realized it, it was eleven o’clock.
“How about you stay the night?” I asked.
“I’d love to, but would you be a dear and get my suitcase from my car then if you don’t mind?”
“I don’t mind, but I need to get dressed, or I might be arrested or create a scandal and I already have a bad reputation.”
“How can you have a bad reputation, such a nice man like you?”
“Not everybody has a BDSM clubhouse in his cellar.”
“WHAT? Do you have your own BDSM club in your cellar? You’re joking!”
“No I’m not, but it’s not my club, I’m just the landlord.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, and tonight is their open house night.”
“Can I visit please, I’ve never been in one of those?”
“You're not afraid? People sometimes suffer pain in these kinds of clubs.”
“No, I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to be tied up or be flogged or to give total control over my body to another person.”
“What is it with women, why do a lot of them want to combine pain with pleasure? Is it because they’ve been suppressed for centuries, and still are in certain countries, or has it to do with giving birth, the immense pain of delivering followed by the enormous pleasure of having a baby?”
“It’s probably our nature, don’t analyze it to death Lew, just go with the flow.”
I‘m OK with it if you are, however, don’t come complaining tomorrow when you have problems sitting down after they’ve tickled your bottom or back. But first, let me get your suitcase - although you could walk into the club completely naked, you wouldn’t be the first one.
“Do they do that?”
“Yes, but usually on a leash and restrained.”
“I shouldn’t ask you how you know these things, seeing you live above such a club.”
“Oh, I’m just a novice when it comes to the lifestyle, if you really want to experience what it’s like, I should ask Tanja to take you under her wings.”
“Tanja? Who’s Tanja?”
“She’s the elected boss and a talented Mistress. She runs the club.”
“Can I meet her?”
“You will have to, she’s the one that approves entry.”
“Yes, let’s do this, let’s go, I can’t wait, will you take pictures?”
“I am the designated photographer of the club, so yes if you want me to I can take pictures.”
“Oh God I’m so excited, I never expected to experience something like this when I decided to pay you a visit.” She said while clapping her hands.
I put on some clothes and Georgina gave me the key to her car to get her suitcase. Upon my return she decided to get dressed, as walking into the club in the buff would have been too much of a dare. Upon my suggestion, she did go commando though.
When we entered the club I was greeted by Vag, Tanja’s sub, who was usually on entry duty on open door night.
“Hello Vag, how are you doing?”
“Very well, thank you, Master Lew.”
“She calls you Master?” Georgina whispered in my ear.
“Yes Georgina, Vag is a sub and she addresses a dom like me as Master.”
“So you’re a dom?”
“Sometimes I am, I’ve got my own sub, that’s Jada, who works part-time for me in the photoshop while she attends photo school.”
“Oh, how exciting.”
“Vag, can you please get your Mistress?”
“Yes Master,” she replied and went looking for Tanja, who appeared very quickly.
“Hi Lew, visiting? It’s been a while since we saw you last.”
“Hello Tanja, yes but this is special, I’d like you to meet Georgina who is interested in a first experience of the lifestyle, and seeing it’s your open house evening I thought this would be an excellent opportunity for her. Seeing you’re the expert, I was wondering if you could find the time to let her have this experience?”
“For you, or any of your friends, Lew, I’ll make the time.”
“Thank you, Tanja, I appreciate it, she’s all yours, but remember she’s never done this before - maybe take it easy on her?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her, did you warn her she may be a bit sore tomorrow?”
“Yes I did, but she still insisted.”
“OK let’s do this, but first and foremost, what is your safeword, Georgina?”
“My safeword, what do you mean with my safeword?”
“A word that you say when you want me to stop doing whatever it is I’m doing. When you feel you can’t take it anymore and want to stop. And don’t forget from now on you will always address me as Mistress; so what’s your safe word?”
“Euh…airline…Mistress.”
“Excellent airline it is, any relation to your professions?”
“I’m a stewardess Mistress.”
“Good, now strip stewardess!”
Georgina looked at me, not immediately understanding what she was supposed to do. I nodded and whispered, “Just do as she says.”
“You are slow Georgina, but we’ll soon remedy that.”
“Oh boy,” I thought, “Georgina is in for a rough ride, but hey it’s what she wanted and Tanja is the best to give her that experience.”
Once Georgina was naked, Tanja slipped a collar around her neck and attached a leash so she could drag her around, taking her to a quiet corner. I wondered what she was going to teach her first - some of the slave positions maybe, and I was right. After a good ten minutes, Georgina had learned how to stand at attention, stand for inspection, or at your service, ending with the Nadu position. Next, I guess she was going to be disciplined for being slow undressing. I’d seen Tanja working with other subs, so I had a pretty good idea how she trained them. She had Georgina in an inspection position when she picked up a flogger to tickle Georgina’s body. At first, tickling was what she was actually doing giving half-hearted slaps with the flogger on her back and bottom. Judging by Georgina’s facial expression, the fifth hit was harder. Her hands went straight for her bottom.
“Keep your hands behind your head slave, or I’ll have to restrain you.”
“Yes,” was all that Georgina whispered.
“Yes, who?” Tanja barked.
“Yes, Mistress?” Georgina ventured.
“Excellent, you learn fast, but to make sure you remember, I’ll give you 5 extra across your tits.” Which she immediately began to do, and judging from Georgina’s face they were painful, but also stimulating as I saw her nipples get harder with each swat. Small pinkish stripes quickly became visible all over her beautiful big boobs.
“Open your legs as wide as you can!” Tanja said.
Georgina immediately complied, but clearly not entirely to Tanja’s wishes;
“Wider! I want to see those cuntlips part.”
From Georgina’s face, I could see that she was struggling to comply, but she managed to spread wider, and as Tanja said her nether lips opened, showing some moistness, giving away that she was really getting aroused by the treatment.
Circling around her, Tanja gave a swat between her legs from behind, taking her by surprise, with the tips of the flogger tickling her semi-opened pussy. The first one again was more like a caress, but the ones after that were meant to hurt, and judging from her face they did, but up till now she took it like a trooper. I wondered what else Tanja had in mind.
I didn’t have to wait very long before she blindfolded Georgina and took her by the leash to the St Andrew’s cross attaching her to it in a standing spread-eagle position. A small crowd of aficionados had gathered when they saw Tanja drag this gorgeous woman they’d never seen before across the room. Maybe it was for the best that Georgina couldn’t see the crowd she’d drawn. Total exposure and humiliation were things that were very big in the lifestyle. Sometimes they even took one of the subs totally naked on a leash through public streets or parks, not in the village though because that could create a riot and rub certain villagers the wrong way. Not that the club was a total secret, but for some, it was still a totally unwanted establishment; even I sometimes got remarks or sneers for allowing it to exist on my premises.
Tanja continued with swatting Georgina, sometimes cheered on by a modest applause of the onlookers when she hit Georgina hard across her thighs or tits. After a time, she left Georgina just standing there, not knowing and guessing what was to come next, while she went looking for some other toys to enhance the experience.
The most obvious choice was nipple clamps of course, but for that, she needed my assistance. I was instructed to suck on Georgina’s nipples to make them big and hard, making it easier to clamp them. To be honest I didn’t mind assisting in such an entertaining way. It was even entertaining and pleasurable for the both of us as I heard Georgina moan when I sucked and bit on her nipps. When they were nice and hard, shining wet from my saliva, Tanja took the first one between thumb and index finger, gave it an extra twist, and applied the bamboo sticks with the elastic bands on each side, pulling them open and letting them snap shut around the poor little nub, drawing a scream from Georgina’s lips, the second one followed forthwith resulting in a second scream.
“Shut up sub! Unless you want to use your safeword,” Tanja hissed between her lips. That put an end to Georgina’s vocal expression of the pain she was experiencing. Next was a string of clothespins which were attached all along the side of her upper body with a cord under them. I’d seen this before, once in place, they were left for a while and then all ripped off in one go with the cord, creating an additional searing pain all along the body. The same would happen when Tanja removed the bamboo nipple clamps, letting the blood come rushing back into the swollen, tender nubs.
The way Georgina was displayed on the cross left her pussy wide open for additional treatment, and knowing Tanja she was going to take full advantage of that. I saw her go for a burning big candle which inside contained already a nice portion of melted hot wax, one of the favorite things to be used on a naked female body. At the last minute, however, she changed her mind, remembering that this was an initiation and pouring, at once, a large amount of hot wax on a body was more something for a trained sub and not for a novice like Georgina. Since her boobs were already busy dealing with the clamps her pussy was still the next obvious choice.
Still blindfolded she had no idea what was to come and I knew from first-hand personal experience that candle wax can feel really burning when it hits your skin for the very first time. I could only imagine what it would do to such a sensitive area as a pussy or a clit. I was about to see for myself as Tanja began to let individual drops from the lit candle drip onto Georgina’s body, starting on her mons slowly descending to her already throbbing pussy. The effect, seemed earth-shattering, especially when the third drop hit her hooded clit, quickly followed by a few more on the inner lips. She squealed like a stuck pig, tears dripping from beneath her blindfold.
I moved quickly behind her, as I imagined that she was about to shout “airline” thinking she was being brand marked, maimed for life.
“It’s only hot wax, the pain will go away in a few seconds; there’s no permanent damage to your most precious body part,” I whispered in her ear. Hearing me so close she turned her head in my direction and gave me a tiny grateful smile.
“Hang in there if you want the full experience, I’ve already got some great pictures.”
“Leave my sub alone!” Tanja barked at me.
I removed myself quickly from Georgina’s side, letting Tanja continue with her games. She continued by removing the blindfold, making Georgina blink at the light. It took a few seconds for her to realize she had drawn quite a crowd of onlookers. At first, she looked a bit frightened but soon noticed she was the center of attention and almost basked in the glory. So much so that she began to smile, the pain in her pussy and nipps forgotten. That was soon changed by Tanja who began to swat between her legs again with a flogger, the whipping thongs tearing off the set wax from her pussy. When her mound was completely clear, Tanja installed a magic wand between her legs pressing it directly on her clit. She handed the remote control to the watching crowd, allowing free rein to whoever wanted to play with this stimulator.
“You may not orgasm unless the person holding the remote allows you to,” she informed Georgina.
“You will ask permission to be allowed to cum politely, also addressing the person as Master or Mistress, do you understand me?”
“Yes Mistress,” Georgina replied in a whisper.
“I will need you again Lew,” Tanja said addressing me with a nod towards Georgina's boobs.
“Yes I see - you're going to remove the clamps and want me to lick her nipps again. You’re so thoughtful Tanja,” I said with a smirk.
She gave a smug smile in response to my sarcasm, then she removed the right clamp, allowing my mouth to give relief to Georgina’s precious nub; the left one followed quickly. After a first sharp intake of breath when the clamp was removed, the tied up slave sighed as I took it in my warm mouth, circling it with my tongue. I quickly moved to the second one bringing relief to that one as well.
Looking directly at me, Georgina mouthed a silent “thank you,” already on the brink of orgasm due to the stimulation of the magic wand between her legs. The remote was changing hands constantly as everybody wanted to have a go at stimulating Georgina trying to make her come, and looking forward to her further punishment if she did so without permission.
She was struggling, seeking my eyes with hers to help her keep the ultimate pleasure at bay thus avoiding further torment of her naked flesh. The stimulation was so intense that she was fighting a losing battle. With a cry like a wounded animal, she came, squirting all over the floor, and even hitting some of the onlookers with her juices. The person holding the remote at that time kept it going, intensifying and prolonging her orgasm until it became almost unbearable.
Tanja took the remote and turned it off, while Georgina, totally spent, slumped against her restraints looking like a wet noodle, but with a huge smile on her face. I joined Tanja and asked what else she had in mind, now that Georgina had disobeyed the command not to cum.
“I’ll let her come back, though I do want to have some more fun with her,” she replied.
“She needs to remember this as an evening of intense pleasure, therefore I want her to have a few more orgasms, but with more subtle pain, if you can classify what I have in mind as pain. Pain can take many forms you’ll see, and maybe you'll learn a few more things about women and how they experience a combination of pain and pleasure.
Let’s move her to the bench, on her back, completely stretched as if she’s on a medieval rack, but with her legs wide open. I don’t want to tear her ligaments as they did, I only want to stimulate her more than she was ever stimulated in her life. So again Georgina was led by her leash to the bench where she was strapped down, her arms completely stretched above her head and her legs spread wide, with her feet encased in the holes foreseen for that at the bottom. She looked at me with questioning eyes, but since she didn’t want to risk Tanja’s wrath by asking what was going to happen she remained silent.
When she was completely immobilized, Tanja approached with a feather duster and began playing around Georgina’s body with it, starting on her wrists and moving over the inside of her arms, slowly approaching that ticklish spot of her armpit and making Georgina start to squirm. That part sufficiently stimulated, her torso and boobs were next, and the effect was immediately visible with her nipples very quickly pebbling again. The duster moved at a snail's pace down her abdomen towards her nether regions, tickling her pussy first, followed by the inside of her thighs. She looked at me with fearful eyes as Tanja approached her feet. However, she dropped the duster, enticing a sigh of relief from Georgina which was quickly replaced by extreme laughter when Tanja began to tickle her feet with her fingers.
Tanja motioned to me to do the same to her armpits and abdomen, which I gladly did. Georgina was squirming and twisting in all directions insofar as her bonds allowed her to. She arched her back making her abdomen rise and fall, sometimes pushing her boobs forward, thus bringing my tickling attention to them. While I was busy with Georgina’s upper body, Tanja picked up the magic wand again and applied it to Georgina’s pussy turning it to top speed directly on her clit. To be honest I much preferred this kind of treatment to the more painful ones Georgina was subjected to earlier.
It didn’t take too long for Georgina to have another series of orgasms, even after the first orgasm on the cross, with Tanja keeping the magic wand, pushed against her vagina. Georgina’s juices were flowing profusely during the first one and kept doing so through several smaller ones, until she began to scream, “Stop, please stop, I can’t take it anymore!”
“Who allowed you to speak slave?” Tanja barked, “you’ll take it for as long as we give it to you and we’ll stop when we think it’s enough; besides you forgot the most important word…”
“Please Mistress, can you please stop, I can’t take it anymore!” Georgina whispered.
“That’s much better, despite that you didn’t have permission to speak, I’ll stop, but you’ve earned yourself 20 lashes as punishment for speaking without permission again.”
Tanja picked up a riding crop and proceeded to hit Georgina’s boobs, abdomen, pussy, and thighs with it, giving her the full 20 swats. The helpless girl’s body now began to turn very pink with bright red marks where the leather flap of the riding crop had hit.
“If you want to finish just say the word slave!” Tanja hissed between her teeth.
At the count of 20, even without hearing the safe word, she stopped anyway and instructed me to untie Georgina, who looked at me, tears in her eyes but with a triumphant smile on her face. She was clearly not a real sub but had denied Tanja the pleasure of giving in to her. When she got up off the bench, I held a bathrobe open for her.
She looked gratefully at me and slipped it on, then turned to Tanja.
"Thanks for this mind-blowing experience, Tanja. I'm not sure it's something I'll care to repeat, but I'm so glad to have had the opportunity."
I gathered the clothes she had come in and guided her to the outside and back to my apartment. Once there she sat down, with a pained face, trying to find a way to sit and spare her bruised bottom.
“I warned you,” I said with a smile.
“Yes you did, but I loved the experience, although I’m sure I’ll never do it again.”
“I knew when you asked me to help you with this experience you wouldn’t be able to go home immediately. Is there anything else I can get you? Another glass of Champagne maybe to help relieve the pain?”
“Yes, that would be nice.”
After finishing the bottle, we went to bed. She insisted on sleeping in the buff and sort of expected me to do the same, which I gladly did. In bed, we spooned and quickly fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning with a raging hardon pushing against her back I tried to move away but her hand prevented me.
“Where do you think you are going with that nice hard cock of yours?” she whispered.
“I didn’t want to wake you. I wanted to let you sleep in and maybe get breakfast going.”
“I could go for breakfast but only after you use that nice big hard cock of yours to wake up my pussy,” she said while turning around holding my head in both hands and attacking my mouth with hers. When I pulled her closer with my hands on her butt, I felt her wince and immediately stopped.
“Don’t stop, please, I want you to fuck me. I’ll take the pain as a reminder to never repeat the experience of last night.”
“Are you sure, maybe you should give it a rest?”
She looked at me demurely, after which she gave me a wink saying, “No Master Lew just please put that nice hard cock of yours in my hot, wet, sex craving pussy and fuck me, I am like a kid, I want it and I want it now.”
As she said that, she had taken my cock and slipped it between her quivering wet pussy lips, allowing me to slide it inside her hot hole all the way to my pubes and began fucking her.
“Oh yes, harder, deeper, make me cum!”
I gave it my best, pounding away at full speed, but it was killing my back, I needed to move her into a more ergonomic position, so I pulled out, making her protest.
“Can you go on all fours please?”
“You want to do doggy, lovely that’s one of my favorite positions.”
She quickly complied sticking her, still fairly red, ass, high up in the air, holding it invitingly open with both hands. Gripping on to her hips, I shoved my hard pole into her dripping cunt, resulting in a loud moan from her side. Ride me, baby, take me to seventh heaven, give me that hot spunk of yours.
She was really into it, I had no idea that stewardesses were that hot, or maybe it was just this one. I couldn't care less - I was just enjoying the ride. I grabbed her swaying melon-size tits and began kneading them searching for her most probably still tender nippies from the previous evening’s bamboo treatment and subsequent floggings. When I found them they were rock hard so I couldn't resist pinching them, resulting in a yelp from her lips. She still seemed to enjoy a little pain complementing her pleasure. So maybe not a sub, but still loving a pain/pleasure combination on occasion. All this helped to inch her orgasm closer to boiling.
“Cum for me baby,” I whispered in her ear, “milk my cock with that hot pussy of yours.” I immediately felt the effect of my words on her as her pussy gripped my shaft like a vice, trying hard to keep it inside as she reached for her orgasm. I helped her achieve her aim by letting go of one nub on her boobs and transferring my attention to the ultimate pleasure nub at the top of her hot pussy, pinching it hard.
She came, calling out perverse obscenities at the top of her voice. I never expected to hear this kind of language from a stewardess. Her body was bucking and shaking like a wild bronco, trying to throw me off, but I held on desperately. I wasn’t able to hold off any longer and pumped her hot cunt full of my even hotter sperm, slamming my pelvis hard into her butt in rhythm with every spurt. I experienced a most explosive orgasm while she kept convulsing and contracting on my shaft squeezing the last drops out. We both collapsed on the bed with me on top of her. After a few minutes, our breathing came back to normal and I rolled off her. She turned to look at me with a blissful smile on her face.
“That was the best way to wake up,” she said while stroking my face with her hand and giving me a tender kiss.
“What was that you said about breakfast again?”
“Yes breakfast, but after this performance, I do expect you to chip in and help me, but not before we have a nice long hot shower. Care to join me?”
“Yes by all means.” No need to say that the shower took a while, soaping each other taking extra care of all the sensitive body parts. She managed to get me hard again in no time at all, using her nimble mouth and hands resulting in another fuck session, her with her hands against the wall while I entered her clean, but again gushing snatch, from behind while massaging her slippery big tits with shower gel.
Once we were both sated we dried each other with big fluffy towels and proceeded in the nude to the kitchen to prepare a lavish breakfast together, which repeated our dinner experience by also breakfasting in the buff. Believe it or not, but I could get used to this way of eating. Maybe I should invite some of my lady friends to do the same, rather than go to the Deer Hunter restaurant. I was already imagining myself at the table with Beth or Grace or even better Linda…
“Daydreaming are you Lew?” Georgina said bringing me back to the present.
“In a way yes, I was imagining me having meals in this get-up with some of my lady friends, that would be great fun.”
“It would, maybe you should indeed try that, they might even appreciate it as much as you do, but for now, sorry, but the show’s over. I need to get home as I’ve got a busy week ahead. How will I get my photos?”
“I’ll put them on a memory stick when I’ve processed them, and deliver them to you personally - unless you care to pick them up yourself when you happen to be back in town?”
“I’ll pick them up, but it could be a while before I have time.”
“No worries my lovely, I’ll keep em safe for you,” I said tipping my imaginary cap.
“Good, but now I’ve got to dash, I thoroughly enjoyed my stay, the photo session, the dinner, the trip down the dungeon, and the breakfast. I’ve learned a lot about myself, especially that I’m not a big fan of BDSM after all, thanks for everything, and who knows, maybe I’ll see you on one of my flights and make you a member of the mile-high club?”
“Yeah, that would be new for me too, have a safe trip home and safe flights.”
It was with regret that I saw Georgina walk towards her car and drive off, I was wondering if I’d ever be able to give her the photos.
Tomorrow morning Petra was coming again and once she’s finished cleaning, I had every intention of finally making her pay for the wager she lost a few weeks ago, a two-hour session in the club. I had a scheme in mind that might even help Beth to finally do some of the BDSM paintings she promised Tanja so long ago.