Evening with Alice, pt. 2

My femdom relationships had been reprieved for a while until today when I met Alice. She came into the bar and we quickly revisited our mistress-slave relationship that lead to a thorough beating this afternoon. After that Alice and I returned to the bar. She arranged to stay with Mary and Sara for the night. I continued my tasks and avoided sitting down because butt and back felt like they were on fire from the thrashing I received from her. I was afrid to look in the mirror to see the many black and blue welts on my back and the bloodied breaks where the lashes of the whip had cut deep.

I was meek and compliant, even a bit quiet as I recalled how Alice inflicted her torrent of strokes on my back as I was tied to my bed. Mary and Sara noticed my reserve and they avoided discussing the obvious and chatted small talk with Alice, catching up on her whereabouts.

Alice spends most of her time in New York City as a freelance attorney but ocassionally comes here for work. She is rooming with an acquaintance at their flat in the South of Market arera, not far from the bar. I would have visited Alice more often but I didn't know she was back in town. She decided to come over to the bar to renew her friendship with Mary. I had started working at the bar regularly after Alice left and she was surprised to see me. I was honored that she chose me as her slave again even though I was smarting from the thorough beating she gives.

Pain is a feeling I don't usually like especially when it starts. Alice has a way of building a mild sensation into an intense feeling. Eventually my skin feels as if it is on fire with each stroke of the strap or whip and a jolt is sent through my nerves to other parts of my body and my brain. I enter into a trance after a while, a sensation where I hardly notice the strokes on my skin. I am briefly elevated as if I am suspended outside my body.

Most guys I meet prefer to top me because I am younger than they are and they don't entrust the SM experience to someone they assume is inexperienced. Truth is, I have become very experienced as a bottom and have done a lot of topping with guys younger than me like Kyle. I feel I could wield the whip or strap as well as any guy. Still there are pleasures from being on the bottom, even guilty ones. I think the bottom gets the better end of the deal; the top does all the work and receives little pleasure unless they are really into dishing out pain to willing bottoms.

And that's why Alice is so special to me. I'm convinced she enjoys whipping me. I notice her breathing becomes heavier, her voice lower while she is whipping and and it is not just from the exertion. She seems to be asking me "can you take more" with each stroke of the whip. She knows the subtle body language I use to tell her to "keep going, please!" even though I am squirming and wincing in pain with each stroke. She delights is seeing me agonize over each pending stroke of the whip, the anguish, the tears, the moaning cries.

When she thinks I've gone over the edge and am broken, she'll release me and hold me as I whimper, touching my welts softly. She'll say, "I really like how you suffer for me, Dave" and I immediately become grateful to her for what she has done to me. I wish I could repay her for all her effort to make me feel this way but I think my appreciation seems to satisfy her because she knows that she has done the right thing, even if others would tell her what we do is wrong or perverse. Alice feels happy that she has satisfied me. I thank her for what she has done despite the feeling of pain and the horrible welts and bruises that might last for days.

When she called me "slave" today I thanked her for the privelege of being her slave and ventured to calling her "mistress". She accepted the role. Our relationship was reborn and made deeper by this bond.

But tonight she would be with Mary and Sara and possibly not include me. The women prefer love from each other because it is softer than a man's love and there is no inherent dominance as many men have toward women. Alice is very skilled at lovemaking with women; she was Jane's "first" and Jane handed down the skills to Mary. Sara had been living with a guy and began exploring women love with Mary.

Mary had learned BDSM from Alice and Jane but had done little since she left Jane's, except with me. Every now and then Mary would come into my bed and ask me to tie her up and have rough sex. I had straps installed on the corners of my matress and my kit of restraints and implements of pain. I would tie her up and caress her body at first, gradually going rougher, probing her pussy walls while spanking her butt, biting her neck and nipples and fucking her slowly. She would try to recriprocate by tieing me up to the bed and strapping me. Somehow things didn't click when she did this and we would often break out into laughter.

I realized that Mary meant well but she was no mistress. I longed to go back to Jane and her dungeon but she put me off with every attempt because she wanted to be "faithful" to her new lover, Zev. I would go to my stepsister Kay for a session but she was often preoccupied with her fiance. I would go to clubs like the Citadel or the private parties some of the Society of Janus members held in their basement playrooms but I was often alone. Finally, out of desperation, I taught my Daddy, Paul, how to give me a sound strapping over his knee or on the arm of his couch. Eventually we installed a cross and eyehooks in his den and we have weekly sessions. Still he was not really into it because, he said, he liked me too much and BDSM wasn't his thing.

It was with this that I welcomed Alice back, if even for a short time. She could reach to inner depths of experience that no other person had done for me.
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Mary and Sara were clearing the bar as Alice talked to them. At the last call the three women retreated upstairs to Sara's flat while I finished mopping the floor. I made a quick call to Em. She was with some clients and expected to be busy all night. "I'd really like to see you, Dave, but I can't tonight. Shall we take a rain check?"

"I miss you Em. Call you later!" I said. I wanted to tell her about Alice but this would not be the right time.

I locked up the bar and went upstairs. Alice was in Sara's bed with Mary on side and Sara on the other. The three women were snuggling and kissing.

"Dave, take off your clothes," Alice told me. I stripped before them in the dim candlelight. I felt the cool breeze from the window left open and smelled the incense and cinammon. "Kneel at the foot of the bed", she ordered. I knelt while she got up and went into my room. She returned with my toybag and pulled out the shackles and the hogtie. In minutes my wrists and ankles were tied behind my back. She found my collar and fastened it around my neck. She clicked the leash to one of the rings on the collar. She slipped a blindfold over my eyes. I could only hear the sounds the women were making as Alice rejoined them in the bed, the sounds of giggles and kisses. One of them moved forward and placed her legs around my head. She tugged on the leash and pulled my mouth to her pussy. I began licking the distinctive forms of the labia and eventually my tongue felt the protuding clit. The woman pulled me in as she wanted more licking and sucking and pushed me away to relieve herself from my tonguing while she stroked her mound. One by one the women came to me in this way, each time getting wetter than before. I tasted subtle differences between the cum of each one: one was tangy, one was sweet and one was bittersweet. I couldn't tell for sure because of the blindfold and the dim candle light but I could identify Sara's, Mary's and Alices' intimate areas. The women continued this round-robbin of pussylicking for some time, laughing and giggling as they each pulled on my leash or pushed me back and their pussies began to gush with cum. My head and shoulders eventually were covered with the musky odors of sweat and pussy drippings, a mixture of cum and spit was dribbling out of my mouth.

For the women it was a dream come true: their very own sex slave servicing them for as long as they wanted. But eventually they wanted more. Alice released the hogtie and led me on to the bed and secured my wrists and ankles to the straps on the sides of the matress. I was lying face up, bare-naked except for the blindfold. My cock was still erect and ready to explode. She attached a pair of nipple clamps to my tits and clipped them together with a chain.

"Slave," Alice said, "don't cum or I will beat you!"

Her command almost had the opposite effect ; I was on the edge or orgasm, ready to explode after eating out three women while in bondage for several hours .  But I held back. I guess my experience with tricks gave me enough strength to resist blowing my load. My reserve kept my erection strong for what happened next. The women mounted me and fucked cowgirl style. They yanked on my nipple clamps and as I howled in pain, they yelped. One of them said, "ride 'em, cowgirl!" When they finished riding my cock they straddled my face and let me suck the pussy juice from them.

At last when they were satisfied, Alice directed Mary to straddle me. She pulled out a crop and smacked me on my chest and nipples. The intensity of the pain made me explode in orgasm while Mary rode me frantically.

The untied me and we continued cuddling and kissing as Alice showed the women my welts from the beating she dispensed earlier. Mary and Sara moved their fingers over the bruises and felt the ridges of the welts on my skin. Alice said, "Dave really likes this, don't you Dave?"

"yes," I replied to her.

"Yes?" she implored.

"yes, mistress" I said before the other women. Now they understood my special relationsdhip to Alice, how I would be bound to her at least for now.

"I'm happy that you found Alice, Dave", Mary said later.

"I'm hoping it will last this time," I said.

can't always tell a book by its cover

You can't always tell a book by its cover. I live a double life. There is the alternative lifestyle with its sexually positive activity that I live with my close friends . Then there is the world of work where everything is mostly "straight". I don't let my coworkers know what I do at the bar at night. And then there is college. I go to a  prestigious college that is a finishing school for the wealthy elite. Students flaunt their wealth with their luxury cars, expensive clothes and electronic gadgets and talk about vacations on exotic islands. I try to avoid them as much as possible. I hang out with the jocks. Most jocks come from more humbler circumstances and are here on scholarship. Like me they bike to school or drive older beat-up cars and live with several roomates in the cramped apartments off campus. The school needs top athletes to compete in sports to obtain huge endowments from the wealthy alumni.

I enjoy watching the trim guys run around the track, lift weights in the fitness center or swim laps in the pool. Although I'm a graduate student here, many of my athlete friends are underclassmen, usually juniors or seniors and only a few years younger than me. I help them out with their studies and in return we share some beers while we watch the other athletes practice. I met Nick and Darrel at the bleachers at a track event. Two tall guys, one blonde and the other dark haired, their muscled abs rippled underneath their track uniforms and their huge thighs bulging out of their shorts. Darrel and Nick were training for javelin, discus, shotput and hammer throwing.

One evening I told them about a band that was playing at the bar. "Dude, that band's cool. Can you get us in?" Darrel asked. He assumed that the show was sold out by now.

"We don't sell tickets. It's first come, first served at the door, " I explained. "I can still get you in if you ask for me when you get there."

"Neat", Nick said, "we'll be going to a track event in the City Sunday so maybe we can make the Saturday show!"

"Great," I said, "be there before 6:30."

The track event was winding down and we retreated to the showers. I had showered earlier after swim practice but  wanted to cool off from the hot afternoon.  I might catch a glimpse of my friends naked. Until now I had only seen Nick's enormous package bulge prominently in his tight shorts, and the furrows in Darrel's jersey from his muscled abs .

In the shower, I confirmed that Nick had a huge, thick cock and large balls. Darrel's was almost as large. I was in a corner opposite them. They started to soap their bodies and moved the white foam over their semi-erect cocks. I did the same and saw them cruising me out of the corner of my sight. Nick and Darrel exchanged some small talk about the track meet and continued soaping the rest of their bodies.

In the locker room Nick and Darrel took their time drying themselves off, bending over before each other and toweling the water off their muscled quads and perfectly rounded butts. They wrapped the towels around their waists,  stood before the floor-length mirrors and applied deodorant under their arms while tightening their pecs and preening. Their chiseled abs glistened in the harsh light of the locker room.

I thought if this was a fitness club in the City, it would be obvious what these guys were up to. But we were here in sleepy Palo Alto and maybe Nick and Darrel were just two horny guys flexing and checking out their muscles, hoping to date some "hot chicks" later that evening.
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Nick and Darrel are like most of my college friends. Friendly but probably straight. Unaware of how atractive they are, they talk about "hot babes" and crack jokes about gays. They often repeat the motto: "Bro, no homo"  and joke about "scoring" some women on campus. If they don't find a girl they'll consider going to the City to a "dive" bar like mine and hope to find the  "looser" women. Usually  they'll order a few drinks, take in the show and disappear into the neighborhood looking to score.

When my college friends see me at the bar I'll introduce them to Mary & Sara as "my roommates". They will eventually notice the two women touching and kissing. Then they'll ask me: "what's it like living with your roomates?"  I usually defer answering them directly because I assume they're straight or at least unfamiliar with our  alternative lifestyle. Besides, it usually takes too much time to bring them up to speed in a noisy bar.

"They're cool," I shrug. If they press me for more I remind them that I work for the two women. This usually stops their probing. They assume I'm living with a couple of "lesbians".
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This evening Nick and Darrel arrived early as I suggested and I let them in the back door.   I brought their beers and had small talk with them.

"Do you know those guys you just served?" Mary asked me after glancing at the two tall athletic guys.

"Yeah, that's Darrel and Nick", I answered, "they're juniors at my school".

"Are they..." Mary pressed.

"Into threesomes?" I answered finishing her question. "Naw, I think they're just straight ." Straight for us is a codeword that means they're not into kink. A lot of guys say they are "heteroflexible" lately. In practice it means that they prefer sex with women but don't mind the occasional blowjob from a guy, especially if they are "forced" into it at a drunken orgy.

"But if you'd like ", I said to Mary, "I'll introduce you to them." Mary is often interested in younger college guys, especially jocks. It doesn't matter if they are gay or straight or something in between, Mary likes to flirt with men and she gets a rise out of them when they seem interested in her.

Mary and I went to their table and exchanged names. She sat with them and I returned to the bar. She took her shoes off and placed her feet in their laps. The guys seem to get a rise out of Mary's seductive footwork. They talked a little longer and then Mary lead them upstairs to her apartment.

The band was hot tonight. A crowd of people arrived as soon as they began to play. When the band finished their first set the bar was swamped.  Sara and I could barely keep up with drink orders.

When the band finished their break and started tuning up for the next set Mary came back following Darrel and Nick. "So how'd it go?" I asked her.

"Best fuck I ever had," she whispered to me.

I brought drinks to Darrel and Nick. "What's up, guys?"

"Mary asked us to stick around and meet up when the bar closes," Nick said.

"Are you going to?"

"Yeah, she's cool" said Darrel.

Mary was chatting with Sara in the meantime. "Dave, introduce Sara to your friends." I took Sara over to them and went back to the bar. Soon I noticed the guys were chatting amiably with her. Sara is usually reserved with strangers but now she was laughing with them. I figured the three closed the deal.

When the band finished their last set Sara flicked the lights for last call. The patrons trickled out and the band packed up their instruments. Darrel and Nick went to the bar and talked with Mary and Sara as they were cleaning up. The four walked past me as I started to mop the floor.

"Dave, we're going upstairs, " Mary said, "would you close up?"

"Sure", I asked her, "where will I sleep tonight?"

"With us, silly", she replied. The four went upstairs to Sara's flat.

I finished mopping the floor and closed the bar. I could see candle lights and hear laughter in Sara's bedroom. Sara has the larger of the two bedrooms in the flat with a "California King" size matress that could hold four comfortably. Nick & Darrel were under the covers cuddling and  kissing Mary and Sara.

"Come on in," said Mary. "I want you to show Darrel and Nick how we do a threesome".

I slipped off my clothes. Mary got up on all fours and straddled Nick and stuck her butt toward the edge of the bed. Nick's cock became stiff as she started sucking it.  I lubed my cock and started fucking Mary from behind.

Darrel had a look of surprise on his face as he watched Mary, Nick and I. Before he had time to consider our lovemaking, Sara straddled him and lowered herself onto his face as she began sucking his cock.

Mary said to me, "Let me know when you're going to come." When I was about to come, I let her know and pulled my cock out of Mary's pussy. "Suck Dave's cock," Mary said to Nick. I moved toward Nick and straddled his chest. I swung my hard cock toward his mouth. His lips parted. I aimed my cock toward the opening and advanced it forward. He stuck his tongue out and began licking the mix of Mary's pussy juice and my pre-cum. He started sucking the head of my cock like a lollipop. I pushed my cock further into his mouth until I hit the back of his throat. I paused and told him to stick his tongue under my dick and breathe slowly. He gagged a little but eventually he opened up.I thrust my cock all the way into his throat. I noticed how my dick puffed his cheek out with it's mouthful of meat . I began pumping slowly.

For a straight guy, Nick was quite good at cock sucking. During the evening each one of us fucked the women and sucked their pussy juice off each other's cocks.

By dawn we had fucked and sucked each other several times.

At dawn Nick shook Darrel, "Dude we got to go to that track meet!". Mary was in the kitchen cooking and Sara was asleep. I laid quiet with my eyes closed hoping to catch another hour's shuteye.

"Man, " Darrel whispered to Nick, "that was some night. "

"Yeah.," Nick agreed, "those girls were cool. I didn't know Dave was bi, did you?"

"Naw," he agreed, "never noticed it. I guess he likes pussy as much as we do, tho!"

Mary was working in the kitchen on her daily preparation of food for the bar. Darrel and Nick were preparing to go to a sport event in the City. As they were getting ready Mary asked them, "are you guys coming back tonight?"

"Would you like us to?" asked Darrel.

"Yeah, for sure, " Mary replied enthusiastically. She didn't know if Sara would like to see them but she knew what she liked and guessed I'd like it too.

"Yeah, we'll be back!", Nick replied quickly.

"For sure," Darrel's enthusiasticly agreed.

After they left, I asked Mary what she thought. "Those guys were great. Maybe we'll show them some kink tonight?"

"Maybe I'll show them how I tie you up and use the flogger?"

"Yeah, " she  said, "maybe we can tie them up, too?"

Sara came in to the kitchen and asked, "did you invite those guys back?"

"Oh, yeah, " Mary replied, "they'll be back tonight!"

"Cool," she replied as she sipped her coffee.

If the guys return and joins us in kink, my assumption that they were too "straight" was wrong. Of course, they could have second thoughts and not return. And if I saw them on campus we could pretend this evening never happened.

My thoughts were interrupted by the call from Nick. "Dave, " he started, "is that band playing again tonight?"

"Yeah, " I replied to the voice, "they start at 7"

"And will Mary and Sara be there?"

"Yes," I answered, "they're expecting you."

"Cool, " the voice replied, "we'll be over."

Gift from Jane?

After you've been in the same place for a while you begin to accumulate friends who come by from time to time. My "place" is the bar where I've been working for the past few years. I see at least one of my "friends with benefits" ,  tricks or clients. They are usually guys who want a quicky in the back room of the bar for friendship or the money they pay me. The women I know prefer Mary who will go upstairs with them for an hour or two. If it's close to closing they will let me join them after I close the bar for a cozy threesome or foursome.
Alice, a friend of Jane's, came by this evening. I thought she would prefer Mary like the other women but Mary was busy with customers at the bar. I asked Mary if I should serve Alice and she replied, "sure, go ahead".
When Jane and I were in a mistress-slave relationship, Jane was reluctant to beat me because we had been friends before. For severe beatings she called on her ex-mistress Alice to perform. Alice was quite adept at wielding the floggers, straps, whips and canes and had a sensitivity to how guys liked to experience pain.

I glanced at Alice from the bar. She was wearing tall boots, fishnets, a tight black dress and a leather jacket. She made up in the Goth look with magenta streaks in her white hair and deep blood-red lipstick. I remembered the many nights with Alice cracking the whip on my body as it was secured to the cross in Jane's dungeon. I felt my cock stiffen.
"Good evening ma'am", I said with in a broken cadence that revealed that I was afraid of her, "what will you be having?"
"Hello Dave," she said, making eye contact, "long time no see!" she said warmly. I felt like dropping to my knees and humbling myself before her but I had to treat her like a patron in the bar. "Bring me my usual".
Patrons who don't come here often may not realize that I don't remember that much about what they order. I usually size them up and make a guess. If it's a guy it's beer. If it's a woman, it's wine.

"Would you like white or red wine this evening?" I asked her to get a clue.

"I prefer a chardonay, if you have one." She made eye contact with me again, "So how have you been?" she asked with an emphasis.

"I'm OK, " I said automatically, covering my fear of her. "I'll get your drink". I returned to the bar and found a bottle in the cooler.

My hand was shaking as I poured the drink. Mary saw this and came over to me.   "Well, how is Alice?" she inquired.

"She's OK, I guess, " I stammered, "what should I do?" I wanted her opinion. Mary knew about the torture sessions that Jane had arranged.

"Just see what she wants and follow your instincts, Dave", she counseled me.

I brought the drink to Alice. "You haven't contacted me in a long time, " she opened, glancing at me sternly. She was testing my submissiveness.

"No, ma'am, I have not contacted you," I said. Actually the only way Alice prefered to see me was when it was arranged by Jane, although she did give me her personal number after one of the last sessions. "I'm sorry".

"You disappoint me, Dave, " Alice replied with that stern look, "do you understand that?"

"Yes I do, ma'am", I replied with a tremble in my voice I was sure she could pick up on. I cast my eyes downward.

"Do you know how bad you've been?", she demanded.

"I've been very bad, ma'am" I whispered. We engaged in the mistress and slave dialog we used during the sessions.

"And where are you staying?", she demanded.

"I have a room above the bar," I said meekly.

Alice read my face that had become flush with embarassment as my hard-on was pushing out from my jeans.  She rolled her eyes upward. I got the signal. We headed toward my room.

My room is too small for a dungeon. The bed takes up most of the floor space. There are straps connected to the corners of the matress where shackles can be attached with chains and clamps. My toybag has a mimumal number of straps, floggers, whips and a short cane, rope, clamps and other restraining devices. I pulled the toybag out from under the bed and opened it up for Alice to examine.

"Take off your clothes, " she commanded. I stripped. She ordered me to slip off her boots. She hiked her skirt up and sat at the edge of the bed. "Kiss me here," she pointed to her thighs.

I began caressing her above the ridge of her stockings to the edge of her panties. She placed her hand on her mound and fabric became damp.

"Lick me," she ordered. I continued kissing the sheer fabric as she rubbed her mound. The slight musky oder of her reminded me of previous sessions. I could hear her moan softly as her breathing became heavy. A trickle of cum flowed onto her thigh.

"Lick it!", she said. I eagerly licked the tangy, sweet-sour liquid and remembered how she tasted again. My dick was about to explode but I held my cum.

"Get up on the bed", she commanded. I laid face down on the bed. Alice secured my shackles to the corner straps. She started with the flogger warming my back and butt. The strokes were rythmic, keeping in sync to the music that was coming from the bar. I felt a warming sensation on my skin. Eventually she switched to the strap and the blows became harder. I began to feel a steady pain and started to whimper a little. She started with the single-tail and the blows gave me sharp jolts.

"Ow!" I cried as I flinched with each blow of the whip.  My breathing was becomming irregular.

"Take a deep breath, " she said, " and breathe slowly".

I followed her directions and began to ease up. I felt a warming sensation throughout my body. I felt like I was hovering above my physical body, relaxed and detached.

I began to feel like my body was being sliced apart by the sharp blows of the small cane Alice applied to tiny areas on my butt. She would rest the cane on the place where she intended it to land and snap it back. I felt less of the pain and more euphoric with each blow.

Although time passed, I was unaware how long Alice's torment was going on. At some point the cane was hitting areas that were already sore from previous lashings and the pain became intense. I screamed loudly and broke into tears, sobbing. Alice paused and dug her fingernails into my broken skin. My body went limp with the searing pain. Alice continued thrashing me with the flogger. The softer blows didn't hurt as much as the cane or whip but keep my skin warm. I could have gone on like this for the entire evening.

Alice stopped beating me and released me. "Put my boots on, slave" she ordered. This was the first time she addressed me as her slave this evening. I felt grateful that the beating was over and appreciated that she considered me her slave. I knelt before her and slid the boots on her feet.

"You will remember to call me every day", she commanded.

"Yes, mistress", I hoped she would allow me to call her mistress.

"Good boy," she said as she stood up and left the room.

When I returned to the bar Alice was at another table chatting with some patrons. Mary came up to me. "So how did it go?" she asked.

"It went better than I expected", I replied.

"Good to hear, " Mary continued, "Alice is going to spend the evening with us!"

"OK," I said, not sure of what would happen this evening but accepting anything Mary told me.

I caught up with my work at the bar. I turned my cell on. A text message from Jane was waiting. "TTYL8TR-XXX". Jane hadn't called or texted me in a long time. Usually I called Jane and sometimes would meet her at the Galleria after work where she would put me off with: "I'm still seeing Zev," or "I'm real busy lately". I was psyched and apprehensive that Jane texted me for once. What did this mean. Was she trying to get together with me? Did she know about my session with Alice? What should I do this evening?  I remembered Mary's advice: "follow your instincts".