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Author Topic: by Tafod Arian * Peter and Louise  (Read 8626 times)
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« on: December 07, 2007, 12:37:42 AM »

Peter and Louise (MF,MM,NC,Humil)

By - Tafod Arian (aled7@yahoo.com)

I had arrived in London from Switzerland and my
adventure in Grindelwald with Jonathan and Jane (see
'The Climbing Hut : Part III) that morning and I went
straight from the airport to one of my branch offices
to conduct a surprise inspection of the operation. As
usual on these occasions although I had had an hotel
booked I didn't expect to need it. The taxi dropped me
outside the modest-looking building and before long I
was in conference with the Branch Manager, Peter, who
was clearly awed by a sudden visit from the Company
Chairman and Owner. This was a visit lacking real
significance for me but it rapidly became apparent as
the day wore on that it was extremely significant to

him. As time passed his anxiety grew and he clearly

felt that his job and his future were on the line. This

gave me a power over him that I didn't really need

because it soon became obvious that he had a very

submissive and easily dominated personality. The

eagerness with which he agreed with all my suggestions

which slowly became scarcely-concealed orders was

gratifying. Even more interestingly I caught his dark

eyes flicking uncertainly over me when he thought I

wasn't watching him.

During the day as I was working I gradually drew some

personal history from him and it became more and more

interesting. While we were having afternoon tea he

confided shyly under my questioning that he had been

married for eighteen months. He sat looking

embarrassed, much younger-looking than his twenty-five

hears twisting his fingers as he answered my probing

questions. His wife, Louise, was three years younger

than his twenty-five and worked as a secretary in the

same branch office. I was beginning to turn over in my

mind plans for the evening. I had to stay until

tomorrow and I was not fond of hotels. It began to look

as though I had found somewhere to stay.

Before I finally made up my mind I decided that I would

have a look at Louise. I thought too that it was time

to let Peter begin to get an idea how things were

going to be. I pushed my chair back and stood up,

looked at him, and said in my quiet commanding style,

"OK Peter, it is time for a tour of your operation.

While we do I'll check out your pretty young wife so

make sure you introduce me. While you are about it, you

can tell her that you have invited me to dinner this


He looked at me in startled shock. He tried to speak

once or twice and swallowed uncomfortably. I could see

his Adam's apple jerking with nerves. I did not give

him time to answer but walked out of the room leaving

him no option but to follow. I let him conduct me

around the offices, introducing me from time to time to

members of staff. I was polite but distant and he could

see me watching him. He led me to a door at the end of

the corridor which opened into a large open-plan area.

Next to a window was a desk bathed in sunlight at which

was seated an extremely pretty girl. I did not need his

rapid inspiration to tell me that this was Louise. I

looked at her for a moment before she noticed us. She

was slightly plump and I could see from where I was

standing that she had large, very firm looking breasts

neatly encased in a very low-cut pale yellow summer

dress which showed a deep cleavage displaying the

upper third of her splendid bosom to advantage. She

must have been wearing a very sheer bra because the

sharp little cones of her nipples were evident through

the thin material. She had a lovely long delicate

aristocratic neck. Her long hair was styled casually

unkempt and fell in rolls of tumbling blonde curls to

her bare shoulders. As I inspected her I noted that she

was rather lightly made up with a rather pale lipstick

and her eyes nicely defined.

"'Bedroom-eyes'," I thought, with an internal smile.

She was wearing a pair of delicate discreet earrings

but no other jewellery. I decided to have a good look

at her so I just stood where I was by the door and

looked meaningfully at Peter. He coughed delicately and

Louise looked up with a start, putting a hand to her

small mouth.

"This is Mr Evans, darling," he said hesitantly, "he is

visiting the Company today and I have invited him for

dinner tonight, I hope that is alright." The young

couple exchanged a glance but I didn't move from the

door. As I stood looking without comment at Louise the

silence became too much for her and she pushed her

chair back and stood up. As she did, she bent a little

forward putting both hands on the edge of the desk. I

looked with appreciation down into her bosom as the

neckline of her dress fell a little away from her body

and her cleavage deepened. I could see down the deep

groove between her creamy breasts to the sheer cups of

her bra and beyond to the darkness concealing her

belly. She glanced quickly into my eyes and blushed

slightly as she saw where I was looking and not

troubling to hide my interest. She came around the desk

and walked towards us.

"Very nice," I thought, "very nice indeed." Louise was

about five foot six and very well made. I had already

noted her breasts, at least 36C, and I ran my eyes over

the rest of her trim figure. She had broad roomy hips

and a slender waist supported on a set of really

splendid legs, slim, sexy and encased in dark seamless

nylon. The hemline of her short summer dress was at

least five inches above her rather chubby knees. Her

shoes were very neat, patent leather with at least a

four inch heel, sharply defining the muscles of her

firm young calves. She held out her hand as she was

introduced and I took it and pressed it more firmly

than she expected, looking into her blue eyes as I

gently stroked my finger across her warm palm. I heard

her sharp intake of breath and her flush deepened. I

did not release her hand but stood looking into her

eyes as she was held captive by my commanding grasp.

Her husband stood anxiously beside me knowing that

something was going on but he had not yet figured out

what. I smiled at Louise and caressed her palm again

before releasing her hand. She gasped.

"So nice of you to invite me for dinner," I smiled,

"please join me at my hotel for a drink before dinner.

Then I have a short meeting and I will be at your house

about eight o'clock. Peter has already given me the


"I look forward to it," she said in a high-pitched

breathy, almost teen-aged voice. I smiled again and

just stood looking at her. As I knew it would, the

tension became too much and she turned and walked back

to her desk allowing me my fist view of her bottom.

This was really splendid. Some people may have thought

it a touch on the large side but I thought that it was

perfect. The plump firm cheeks of her buttocks

stretched the thin silk of her dress and as she walked

the line of her panties was clearly visible. Even more

interesting I could se the slight bulge of what could

only be a suspender. I continued to watch her as she

sat, unavoidably giving me another brief flash of her

cleavage, before smiling at her and turning to leave

the room.

"Very nice, very, very nice," I said quietly,

apparently to myself but loud enough for Peter to hear.

I heard him gasp and when I looked at him I could see a

flush high on his cheek bones. I led the way back to

Peter's office and automatically as though by right

took his large upholstered chair leaving him standing.

I sat and looked at him as he stood uncertainly, his

cheeks still flushed. He made two or three efforts to

speak before the words came out.

"Would you like some tea or a drink?" he finally asked

me, anxiety in his eyes. I smiled at him and said

nothing making it obvious that I was looking him over.

He was wearing neat trousers and a tight-fitting shirt

with an unobtrusive tie. He was, like his wife, rather

well made but stopping short of being plump. His

pectorals were rather well defined raising little

mounds under his shirt. I thought back with pleasure to

Derek (see 'Derek and Susan'). Coincidentally, Peter

and Louise lived rather close to my other captive

couple and plans began to germinate in my mind to bring

the four of them together. But I still had quite a lot

that I wanted to do tonight before I could even begin

to think of this. All this went through my mind as I

sat looking at him considering his offer.

"Tea would be nice," I said quietly, watching him as he

walked to the door and spoke quietly to his secretary.

I enjoyed the sight of his plump bottom as the muscles

flexed against the tight fabric of his trousers. Peter

came back into the room and sat on a hard visitor's

chair, legs crossed and his fingers interlaced around

his knee as he looked anxiously about him, sneaking

glances at me. I did not say anything but just sat

watching him and letting his apprehension build. There

was a discreet tap at the door and he sprang to his

feet with a look of unmistakeable relief on his face.

I watched his secretary, in whom, under other

circumstances I may have been interested, bring in a

tray with tea and biscuits which she set gently on the

corner of the desk before giving me a shy smile and

tip-tapping back to the door on her high heels, her

trim bottom wiggling deliciously.

She was a rather trim tall pretty girl with fairly

small breasts but with long red hair and very sexy long

legs hardly concealed by a very short skirt. I looked

at Peter without comment and he leapt to his feet and

poured me tea handing it to me in a noticeably

trembling hand. As I drank I kept my eyes fixed on

Peter and the continual scrutiny was making him more

and more uncomfortable. He crossed and uncrossed his

legs finally trying with an obvious effort to control

his nerves by again lacing his fingers around his knee.

I could see that he was uneasily waiting for my next

words but I decided that enough was enough. I finished

my tea, got up from the chair and walked to the door,

turning to look at the concerned young man before I


"It is about four o'clock now and I have a meeting with

the Financial Controller. You know where I am staying,

your secretary booked the hotel. Be in the lounge bar

with your sexy wife at six o'clock and don't be late."

I closed the door on his shocked face and went to

complete my business for the afternoon having arranged

my entertainment for the evening and, without my hosts

realising it yet, my accommodation for the night.

After my business was concluded I returned to my hotel

and had a drink and a shower. I dressed for the evening

in my usual attire of black slacks and a black polo-

necked silk sweater. I did not wear a jacket. Glancing

at my watch I saw that it was approaching six o'clock

so I made my way to the lounge bar and took a seat in a

small alcove. There were two bunk type seats with a

table between them and I sat on the outside of one of

the benches and waited for the pretty pair who, unknown

to them were to entertain me during my short stay.

I relaxed and looked about me. The room was almost

empty. There was a couple of young women at the bar,

clearly wrapped up in each other. I ran my eye over

them with a secret smile. On another occasion it would

have amused me to intrude on and to distort their

relationship, leaving them permanently changed but

tonight I had a more interesting diversion in mind. I

sat thinking about Peter who had clearly been over-awed

by the Company Chairman who had visited him in at such

short notice to inspect and comment on the systems that

he had instituted and had been, until now, totally

responsible for without audit. However, the axe had now

fallen and without warning I had appeared to assess his

performance in guiding this small part of my Company's

business and he also knew from my attitude during the

day that much worse may be in store although, despite

his apprehension, he did not know what. He just knew

and had been unable to avoid communicating his feelings

to me, that he found my presence both personally and

professionally threatening. I had easily divined from

Peter's attitude and responses during the day that he

was a very submissive personality and I felt from my

brief acquaintance with Louise that she was probably

the same. While I was sitting musing about all this I

saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. Peter and

Louise had entered the lounge and were standing just

inside the door looking round uncertainly.

I noted with amusement the Louise was holding her

husband's hand. They had not seen me immediately as I

was concealed in the alcove behind a large potted palm.

After letting them stand and look around for a moment I

stood up. I did not gesture, I just looked at them and

that was sufficient.

Hand in hand the young couple walked over to me. I did

not hesitate but reached out and shook the surprised

young man's hand briefly.

"Hi Peter," I said warmly, "have a seat." I indicated

the bench opposite where I had been sitting and he sat

down automatically and rather warily. Without looking

at him further I turned to his young wife and slipped

my arm around her waist. I held her for a moment

relishing the warm feeling of her body in my encircling

arm. I dropped my arm a little so that my hand was

resting on her hip and as I looked into her eyes I let

her feel me run my fingers along her suspender belt

prominent under the delicate silk of her dress. I had

moved so suddenly that neither husband or wife were

prepared for what was happening and both gave a shocked

gasp. Louise's face became tinged with red and she

tried to move from my grasp but I held her firmly.

Looking into her eyes I tilted her chin up and as the

shocked and frightened young husband watched I kissed

his pretty wife, sliding my hand onto her bottom and

fondling the firm plump cheek of her ass as I did so. I

just brushed my relaxed lips against Louise's tightly

closed ones as I looked into her wide scared blue eyes

without making any attempt to deepen the intimacy of

the kiss .It was sufficient for now that I had

established my dominance and begun to assert my right

to her body by kissing her and feeling her up in public

and in addition, demonstrating to her husband that he

was unable to prevent what was happening. I tightened

my grip slightly and drew her firm young body

momentarily against me enjoying the firmness of her

lush breast as it was pressed into my side. I held her

to me for a moment and then took my lips from hers and

smiled into her eyes before releasing her.

"Hello Louise," I said quietly, "please sit down." She

made an effort to move to sit beside her husband but I

firmly directed her into the seat on my side of the

table so that she was trapped on the inside of the

booth with her husband sitting opposite her. At my

gesture the waiter brought a bottle of champagne

and poured our drinks. When he had left I picked up

my glass and proposed a toast to the anxious couple,

"Here's to a happy, sexy evening and to getting

to know you, particularly you, Louise, an awful lot

better." I watched with amusement as they looked at one

another trying to work out the implications of the

toast and I half turned to give Louise a careful


Hoping that I wouldn't notice, she moved as far away

along the seat from me as she could. I didn't say

anything as I looked at my pretty companion totally

ignoring her husband. She glanced quickly up at me and

then dropped her eyes to her hands, twisting the long

thin stem of the champagne glass in her fingers. Her

breasts were heaving from the after effects of my

caress and her cheeks were flushed. I could hear her

rapid breathing, a combination of anxiety and reluctant

excitement, although she didn't yet recognise the

latter emotion. Louise was a very pretty girl I had

decided when I met her earlier in the afternoon and

now, studying her closely I could see that I had not

been wrong. Her body was shown to absolute perfection

by the revealing silk dress and as she raised her arm

to take a drink the low cut arm hole of the dress

revealed her pale yellow bra and the beginning of the

side of her breast. I leaned back on the bunk seat and

looked her over, making no secret of my interest and

that I was ignoring her husband. Her flush deepened and

I could hear his ragged breathing on the other side of

the table. My eyes dropped from her flushed cheeks to

her upper chest and she glanced quickly sideways at me.

I smiled at her as I let her see me openly assessing

her full figure. The flush spread from her cheeks to

her shoulders and her upper chest.

Her breasts were really magnificent and displayed to

perfection by the delicate summer dress. The upper

third of her breasts was bare showing a deep tanned

cleavage which swelled out in a lovely curve. Her

nipples were still evident through the material. Her

breasts, although large, seemed to be confined in a

relatively flimsy bra, needing little support. I

dropped my eyes lower. From the swell of her

magnificent bosom her body narrowed to a trim but not

too slender waist and I noted a cute womanly swell to

her stomach. It was not completely flat. There was a

little bit of fat there but she was definitely not

overweight. My eyes continued their journey down to the

swell of her hips which, although broad, were in

proportion to her breasts and to her height. She

really had a magnificent lush womanly figure. She

glanced at me again and saw me openly assessing her

cute belly and her legs and took a quick nervous gulp

of champagne. I interrupted my scrutiny of his young

wife to look across at Peter.

"Pour some more champagne for Louise and I," I said

with a touch of mockery in my voice. He rushed to obey

and it was noticeable that although his own glass was

empty he did not refill it. I chuckled to myself.

"A real submissive," I thought, "doing exactly as he is

told and not realizing it!"

I then ignored him and continued my scrutiny of his

wife. My searching gaze dropped to her legs. As she sat

on the bunk seat of the alcove her thighs were slightly

apart. The hem of her short dress had ridden up a

little and was about six inches above her knees.

The muscles of her thighs had slightly flattened as she

sat and the tightness of her dress outline the strap of

her suspender. I had noted her chubby knees, calves and

neat ankles in the office and close up they were just

as good. I smiled into her embarrassed eyes and leaned

back and took a sip of champagne as I looked from one

to other of the young couple. Although we had not

spoken much I had been so deliberate in and taken so

long over my scrutiny of Louise that, taken with the

time it had taken to get the champagne, half an hour

had passed. I sat quietly drinking and watching Louise,

gradually raising her anxiety level. I completely

ignored her husband and I could see them exchanging

continual frightened glances. Finally I glanced at my


"It is time you two left," I said with authority, "I

will be at your house in an hour. It doesn't matter

what you wear Peter but listen carefully to me Louise.

You are to wear your very sexiest underwear and your

prettiest dress. You are to be wearing the highest

heels you have and you will have attended to your make-

up. While you shower and change for me you, Peter, can

make the supper. Anything simple will do." I looked

into their shocked eyes and stood to allow Louise to

pass me as she got up and moved out of the booth. I

knew that she half expected me to touch her and that

she was terrified but I desisted knowing that it would

be all the sweeter later on. I leaned back and took a

sip of champagne as I looked up at the young couple.

"Now get out," I said sharply, "and be ready for me

when I come or you will both be very sorry. When I come

to your house, you Louise, are to open the door. Peter,

you will stay in the lounge until either I call you or

until we come in. One last thing - make sure that there

are fresh flowers in the bedroom." They looked at one

another again and turned and made for the door and I

smiled to myself as I saw the young woman reach

instinctively for her husband's hand. They reached the

door and she flashed me a last anxious glance before

they left and the door closed behind them. I stretched

out with satisfaction and finished the champagne. I

went to my room and had another shower and ordered my

car for a quarter to eight as the young couple lived

quite close to the hotel.

At precisely eight o'clock I rang their doorbell and

before the chimes had died away Louise opened the door

and stood aside for me to enter the small hall. I

smiled at her and looked her over from head to toe

slowly and deliberately but did not touch her. She was

wearing a very low-cut wrap-around dress made of a very

soft silky clingy pale blue material held by a single

clip at the waistline. As she turned to close the door

I could see that from the back it clung tightly to and

outlined every curve of her young body and when she

nervously turned to face me I saw immediately that from

the front it was even sexier because, in addition to

clinging, the split skirt gaped exposing her thigh with

each step as far as her stocking top. The neckline of

the sexy dress displayed her cleavage to it's full

advantage revealing at least half of her firm full

breasts. She had left her hair loose falling to her

bare shoulders in blonde sexy waves. She had clearly

paid a great deal of attention to achieving just the

right effect. Apart from a pair of small earrings she

was not wearing jewellery. I could smell the delicate

scent of her perfume in the small hall. I smiled at her

and held out my hand which she took nervously. I could

feel her small hand trembling in mine and I could sense

that she was terrified that I was going to touch her.

She was clearly as submissive as her husband. I smiled

at her, released her hand and indicated the door to the

lounge which she opened with relief. I followed her

into the comfortably furnished room.

Peter was standing by the fireplace and I did not miss

the anxious questioning look that he flashed to his

wife as we entered. I looked around and immediately

walked over and took possession of a large comfortable-

looking settee. I relaxed, leaned back and looked

across at Peter.

"Get us some drinks, I'll have a whisky," I commanded

brusquely, not even pretending to ask, "Louise, come

here and sit beside me." He obediently went to a small

drinks cabinet and began to prepare the drinks while

his wife reluctantly crossed the room, looked down at

me and sat beside me on the settee, as far away from,

me as she could. Peter put my drink on a small

occasional table at my right side and gave his wife

what looked like lemonade. I indicated a chair opposite

the settee and Peter sat down warily looking at us. I

ignored Louise and began to talk to her husband about

my visit to his office. I could have used this to make

him anxious and insecure but that was too easy and too

crude. There were much better ways. I complimented him

on his performance in the office and let him know that

was completely satisfied. He blushed with pleasure and

I saw him beginning to relax. I moved along the settee

until my hip was pressed against his young wife,

trapping her in the corner of the deep seat. As I

talked to her husband I slid my arm along the back of

the settee behind his wife, still not touching her but

this movement was enough to bring the anxiety back into

his eyes. I could feel the tenseness in her body

communicating itself to be through our touching hips.

As I continued to talk to her husband I dropped my hand

a little lower so that it was now resting on her

shoulder and neither of them could pretend otherwise. I

saw the fear in Peter's eyes as saw my hand resting

with an air of confident ownership on Louise's

shoulder. I carried on with my analysis of the Branch

Office performance under his care, but now I moved my

hand lower along his wife's bare shoulder. I gently

played with her blonde hair as I talked and ran my

fingers up and down along the thin strap supporting her

dress. I moved my hand slightly so that my fingers

were slightly splayed on the bare flesh of Louise's

upper chest just below her collar-bone and I gently

caressed her with my fingers. She gave an involuntary

gasp and I saw with amusement her nipples harden

against the thin fabric. I trailed my fingers along the

neckline of her dress towards the deep valley of her

cleavage and as her dress was so low-cut it was clear

to Peter that my fingers were now caressing the upper

surface of his wife's breast. I saw him stiffen and his

muscles flex as he stood to make at least a token

protest. I looked into his eyes and what he saw in

mine caused him to sink back in his chair.

"Sit down and stay where you are until I tell you to

move," I ordered quietly and he did not miss the menace

in my tone.

He sank back in his chair breathing heavily and watched

with horror in his eyes as I moved my hand to cup

Louise's full breast. Louise sighed and I could feel

her tremble but she didn't say anything. As though

nothing was happening out of the ordinary I continued

to talk about the commercial performance and the

competitiveness in the Market of the Branch Office but

now my hand roamed freely over the young wife's full

breast as I fondled and massaged the firm springy flesh

under my hand, conscious of the bud of her erect stiff

nipple in my palm. I kept on talking to her husband

but it was clear that now he was not listening to me.

His whole attention was fixed on my hand as it played

with his wife's firm breast. As I talked, I rolled her

stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger and Louise

gave a little groan and pressed her thighs together.

She was clearly being affected by the attention I was

paying to her breast. I gave her flesh a last firm

squeeze through her dress before withdrawing my hand to

her shoulder. She gave a sigh of relief but her

respite was short-lived as I slid my hand down on to

her breast again but this time straight under the loose

neckline of her thin dress.

I looked into the frightened young husband's eyes as I

fondled his wife's breast through the inadequate

protection of her flimsy bra-cup. Her nipple was like a

warm bullet against the palm of my hand. Louise stirred

uneasily under my caress and slightly parted her

thighs. This had the effect of causing the slit of the

loose wrap-around dress to gape and expose her dark

nylon-clad thigh as far as her stocking top. I looked

down at the exposed sexily covered flesh and gave her

breast a firm squeeze making her gasp as I smiled at

her husband.

"Very nice indeed, Peter. You have a very sexy wife and

I appreciate her getting dressed up for me." He glared

at me in impotent rage. I turned to Louise and smiled

into her terrified eyes.

"I think it would be really nice if you sat on my lap,

don't you Louise darling?" I asked her quietly. She

looked at me in horror.

"Please don't make me. Please leave us alone." She

begged wretchedly. I just smiled and squeezed her

nipple through the thin bra. She gasped with shock and


"Just do it," I said with menace and I knew that she

would obey. I could feel her trembling against me and

the faint smell of her perspiration was in my nostrils.

I withdrew my hand from the neckline of her dress and

allowed her to stand. I could see her shaking as she

straightened her dress. I moved along the settee so

that I was sitting by the deeply upholstered arm.

Louise appeared paralysed with fear. I reached forward

and took her hand and pulled her down onto my lap. She

was sitting with her back to the upholstered arm of the

settee and her plump bottom spread comfortably on my


Her legs were hanging to my right although had I wished

I could have lifted them on to the settee. I slipped my

left arm round Louise under her armpit. I could feel

the warmth of her flesh on my arm and I took immediate

possession of her breast which I squeezed again with

pleasure through her dress making her gasp with anguish.

Her legs flexed a little and her thighs slightly parted

making the sexy dress gape and revealing her right leg

and thigh almost as far as her stocking top. She saw it

and gasped, instinctively moving her hand to her dress

to close it.

"Leave it," I ordered quietly, "clasp your hands in

your lap and keep them there until I tell you to move

them." I squeezed her breast a little harder to

emphasise my point and she blushed but obeyed. As I

felt Louise's left breast with my left hand I ran my

right hand down her right arm to her fingers which

rested compliantly in her lap and from there on to her

thigh outside her dress. She gasped again with fear and

shock. I could see her husband watching and I could

hear his ragged breathing. I slid my hand down Louise's

plump thigh relishing the feel of the material of her

dress slipping against her stocking until I came to the

slit in the wrap-around dress. I slid my hand into the

gaping dress on to the inside of Louise's thigh just

above her knee and I began to caress the soft flesh

through the sexy nylon of her dark stocking. As I

played with her I began to pressure her husband.

"Tell me about your husband Louise," I asked casually,

"do you have a good sex-life and can he satisfy you in

bed. Is his prick big enough for you?" She stiffened in

my arms and I heard the sharp intake of breath from

Peter. I could feel her beginning to shake but she did

not answer me. "Well?" I asked, squeezing her nipple

hard between thumb and forefinger through the

inadequate protection of her thin dress and bra, "don't

make me repeat myself or you will both be very sorry."

I saw them exchange glances and she made a couple of

attempts before she was able to get the words out in

her breathy teenage voice.

"We have a lovely sex-life and I am very happy with my

husband." I laughed and looked across at Peter.

"Is that true?" I asked maliciously, "and don't even

think of lying. Before tonight is over I am going to

know everything there is to know about you two. If I

find that you are not telling me the truth about

anything I will take my belt and thrash your wife's

plump sexy bottom until it bleeds. Now get on and tell

me the truth." Louise gasped with shock and horror on

my lap. I ignored her although I still held her left

nipple between thumb and forefinger and my right hand

was caressing the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Peter

made several attempts before he could speak and he

finally began to mumble, blushing furiously.

"My penis is not very big," he whispered almost

inaudibly, "I usually have to finish satisfying Louise

orally." I laughed at his discomfiture.

"I thought as much," I said, "stand up and take off

your trousers and shorts. Don't bother arguing, just do

it or I have told you what I will do to Louise. I might

thrash her anyway because I enjoy doing it but if you

continue to do exactly as you are told you may be able

to save her some pain." Peter slowly stood up,

unfastened his belt and pulled down his zip. I watched

him take of his trousers as I played with his sexy

wife. He put his trousers on the chair and paused. I

squeezed Louise's nipple harder and she gasped with


Peter hurriedly drew off his shorts and stood with his

hand concealing his groin. I let him stand for a moment

as I gently kissed his wife's ear, caressing it with

the tip of my tongue and relishing her gasp of shock.

"Put your hands by your sides," I ordered her husband

and squeezed his wife's nipple again a little harder

when he did not immediately comply. "I have told you

and I will not tell you again," I said with some

menace, "do exactly as I say immediately or Louise will

suffer." He dropped his hands to his sides and stood

looking at me. I cupped his wife's plump left breast in

my hand and continued to gently feel her as I caressed

her inner thigh and looked at her husband as he stood

blushing displaying himself. He had a very childish

appearance with small almost hairless balls and a very

small prick, about two inches when flaccid as it was at

this moment and fairly thin. His hips were fatty, plump

and girlish and his plump legs were smooth, almost

devoid of hair.

"Come over here and stand close by me," I ordered, and

was not surprised when he immediately complied. My

threats were having an effect at last.

I slipped my right hand from the opening in Louise's

dress and rested it on her thigh outside her

dress as I looked up at her husband. I reached out and

cupped his balls in my hand. He and his wife gasped

again. I gently fondled his balls and his little prick

began to stiffen. I whispered into Louise's ear, loudly

enough for her husband to hear, "It looks as if your

husband likes being felt by a proper man doesn't it

Louise?" Peter stood blushing deeply with shame as he

stood looking down at me feeling his wife as I fondled

his little balls. I grasped his prick and gently wanked

him to stiffness. Even with this stimulation his prick

was less than four inches long and very thin.

"So that is all you have to satisfy such a sexy wife,"

I mocked, "no wonder you need to use your tongue. You

are hardly a man at all. Just look at you, plump girlie

thighs, hairless legs and little mounds under your

shirt like little tits." As I spoke I continued to wank

him and his blush deepened. I released his prick and

slid my hand back into the folds of Louise's dress,

gently but firmly parting her thighs.

"I am going to tell you both now how things are going

to be tonight. Louise is mine for the night. I am going

to do anything and everything I like to her. We are

going to need a maid and that is your function Peter.

Tonight you are going to serve us while I service your

sexy wife." I could hear their uneven breathing as they

looked at one another.

"I like my maids nice and sexy. You are about the same

size as Louise so go upstairs and get out of those

clothes. Put on a pair of her sexiest black panties and

a black garter belt and stockings. Louise's bras are

too big for you so don't worry about that. For the time

being, find a nice sexy black slip and wear that. You

have fairly small feet so force them into a pair of

your wife's high heeled shoes. I don't care how

uncomfortable it is, just do it." Peter looked as

though he was about to cry.

"Please don't make me," he said quietly, "it is so

humiliating." I laughed.

"Just go and get on with it," I said, "and when you are

changed, put fresh sheets on your bed and check that

there are fresh flowers in the bedroom. Make sure that

the lights are nice and low and have a bottle of

chilled white wine ready for when I ask for it. Then

come down and lay out the supper for Louise and I. You

will not be having supper. It won't do you any harm to

lose some weight and I do not allow my maids to eat

with me."

He looked at me once more and left the room on

reluctant feet with dragging steps.

I turned my attention again to the sexy blonde on my

lap. She became tense and rigid and gave a loud gasp,

followed by quiet sobbing as she began to cry but I

felt her nipple hard and erect under my palm. The

strain was clearly getting to her. My attentions

combined with watching my domination of her husband

had broken whatever resistance she had and she wept

quietly with fear on my arms. I blew gently into her

right ear and whispered quietly,

"Give me a nice kiss, Louise." She looked at me

helplessly her baby-blue eyes wet with tears and

reluctantly raised her lips to mine. I gently kissed

her closed tense lips, at first not pressing but just

relishing the feel of her softness. I gently ran my

tongue along the groove of her closed moist lips and

her eyes widened. I pressed a little with my tongue and

her reluctant lips parted. I tightened my grip on her

breast and slid my tongue possessively between her lips

taking complete command of her hot little mouth which I

began to thoroughly kiss while I was feeling her. I

casually explored her lips and gums enjoying the

movement of her hot little tongue under my caress and

despite herself, the passion of the kiss and the

feelings my hand was evoking in her breast and nipple

began to work her up. She began to pant into my mouth

and I could begin to smell the unmistakable tang of a

woman excited despite herself. I removed my lips and

smiled down into her eyes wide with fear and reluctant


"I think that you are beginning to like this, Louise,"

I said maliciously "I can smell your excitement. I

think that you are a very sexy little piece indeed."

She blushed a fiery red as she looked helplessly into

my eyes. I put my right hand halfway up the inside of

her plump right thigh just below the top of her

stocking and gently spread her legs further.

She looked tensely up into my eyes but was too afraid

of me to object. I lowered my lips to hers and began to

kiss her again while I moved my right hand slowly up

the inside of her right thigh towards the junction of

her thighs enjoying the sensuous feeling of the sheer

silk of the stocking on my roving hand. Keeping my left

hand firmly on her breast, I moved my right hand up

between her thighs over the soft bare flesh at the top

of her stocking where I stopped for a moment and cupped

my hand around the smoothness of her inner thigh. I

could feel the strap of her suspender under my palm and

the ball of my right thumb was just brushing the silk

of her panties which I was not surprised to find were

very moist indeed. I deepened my kiss and as the

terrified but reluctantly excited woman squirmed on my

lap I moved my hand a little further and cupped her

moist and quivering cunt through her tight wet panties.

She gasped into my mouth. I took my lips from hers and

looked down at Louise with a smile, relishing the

moistness of the core of her being cupped possessively

in my right hand. "Please don't" Louise begged

wretchedly "no-one but my husband has ever touched me

there. I feel that I am betraying him so badly."

"You have a really lovely cunt Louise," I said "and I

think that, from the smell of you, you like having it

felt, don't you darling?" Louise gasped and the blush

spread to her shoulders as I moved my fingers gently

over the contours of her cunt gently feeling her

through the soft cling wet material of her panties. I

began to kiss her again and she had learned that there

was no point in resisting. Her lips opened compliantly

under my caress allowing me the freedom of her fragrant

mouth. I moved her thighs further apart and began to

work her up as I kissed her by rubbing the tips of the

fingers of my right hand along her prominent cuntal

groove as it was outlined and defined by her wet

panties. Louise began to blush more deeply, the flush

spreading to her neck as her breathing quickened under

my caress. I slipped my fingers from her groove to the

leg of her panties and slid my hand up inside the hem

taking possession of her bare wet cunt. I felt her

stiffen in my arms as she became aware of what was

happening. Looking into her wide blue eyes as I

continued kissing her I slipped first one and then two

fingers deep into her wet clinging cunt and began a

slow finger-fuck. Louise gasped again but did not dare

to close her thighs. Her cunt rapidly became more moist

and she began to breathe quickly and shallowly. I could

see the blush beginning to spread from her cheeks and

shoulders towards her breasts as I carried on finger-

fucking the horrified but very sexy little blonde. I

knew that she was very tense and afraid and I did not

know whether she would be able to cum but I carried on

kissing her and finger-fucking her more and more

deeply. Eventually the strength of the stimulation

overcame her anxiety and she gave a deep shuddering

gasp, burst into floods of tears and came in my hand.

I took my lips from hers and she buried her face in my

shoulder as she sat shaking and sobbing on my knee. I

rested with my fingers deep up her cunt as she tried to

calm down. Eventually she gave another of her deep

shuddering gasps, took her face from my shoulder and

looked reluctantly into my smiling eyes.

"There you are, Louise" I said maliciously "It was

pretty easy to make you cum, wasn't it?". I let her

rest and think about it for a few moments. I still had

one hand possessively on her breast and the other up

the leg of her panties resting on her soft warm thigh

with my fingers up her cunt. She calmed down and looked

miserably at me. Although she looked a little tear-

stained she had stopped crying.

"I'm so ashamed. I've never felt anything like that

before," she said "I just couldn't help it."

I smiled at her. "It didn't take much to make you cum

though , did it?" I asked, "you are a really sexy

little piece, Louise." She blushed furiously and looked

down at her clasped hands twisting nervously in her

lap. I kissed her ear and whispered in to it, "This is

a very pretty dress Louise, but you have made it all

sweaty. Stand up, face me and take it off." I slipped

my fingers from her cunt, gently pushed her from my lap

and helped her to her feet. She turned to face me and

her little hand went to the clasp at her waist and

unfastened the simple but stunningly effective dress.

She unfastened the clasp and the dress dropped open.

She quickly shucked it off her shoulders and it fell

with a whisper around her feet. She bent and picked it

up and I looked appreciatively at her deep cleavage and

the little creases in the flesh of her belly as she

bent forward.

She saw me looking at her virtually naked body and

flushed again prettily. I smiled up at her, "Your

panties are very wet darling. Take them off but leave

your suspender belt and stockings on."

She looked at me without speaking but knew better than

to delay or protest by now, and slowly unfastened her

suspenders and, bending forward again slid the wet

panties down her legs, She lifted first her right foot

and then her left freeing herself from the clinging

material and then, as I sat watching her, fastened her

suspenders and stood in front of me, her hands at her

sides. Clearly, for the time being at any rate and

perhaps for good, her resistance was broken. She seemed

to have no initiative, waiting to be told what to do.

Well, that suited me just fine. I leisurely inspected

her from head to toe taking my time. She was a most

attractive sight in almost transparent black underwear,

her firm ample breasts encased in a deeply plunging

black transparent bra with seamless cups and very thin

straps. She was now only wearing in addition only a

delicate lacy black suspender-belt supporting sheer

dark stockings and shoes with about a four inch heel.

Her hair had become a little tousled from her emotions

and hung to her shoulders in wild sexy waves and curls.

She looked stunning. I indicated for her to turn round

and she slowly rotated on the spot till she was

standing with her back to me. I looked at her back view

with appreciation. She had a very straight back above a

swelling plump exceedingly well made bottom. The crease

between her buttocks was deep and below each buttock at

the junction with her thighs there was a sexy fold in

the soft flesh. Her thighs were rather plump tapering

to shapely knees and well made calves clearly defined

by the high-heeled shoes. I relaxed and picked up my

drink and considered her delicious rear view.

"Turn and face me, Louise," I said quietly and the

frightened girl immediately did as I asked. I reached

up and took her hand and drew her trembling body down

on to my knee. I sat her as before with her legs

pointing to the right and I motioned for her to put her

right arm round my neck. I put my left arm round her

under her armpit and straight on to her breast which I

began to feel slowly and deliberately though the thin

material of her bra. She became tense and rigid again

on my lap clearly not yet used to submitting willingly

and completely to my caress and gave a loud gasp,

followed by quiet sobbing but I felt her nipple begin

to erect under my palm.

"Give me another nice kiss, Louise, like I gave you

earlier," I said quietly. She looked at me helplessly

and reluctantly raised her lips to mine. I kept my lips

passive and just looked into her eyes. She pressed her

lips to mine and did not proceed. I squeezed her breast

a little tighter and she understood immediately. She

pushed her tongue into my mouth between my parted lips

and began to clumsily kiss me. That was sufficient. I

smiled to myself and took control beginning to

thoroughly explore her hot little mouth again while I

was feeling her. She began to pant into my mouth and I

could begin to smell again the unmistakable tang of a

woman excited despite herself. I removed my lips and

smiled into her eyes.

"I think that you are beginning to get used to this

Louise" I said maliciously "I can smell your

excitement. Can you smell yourself?". She blushed a

fiery red but did not reply as I continued to feel her.

I could, of course, have stripped her myself but I

always find that it is more exciting and humiliating

for them if you make the wives in your power strip

themselves for your pleasure and this is what I always

do as it emphasises their humiliation and submission

and consolidates my domination over them and their


"Take off your bra, Louise" I ordered. She looked into

my eyes for a moment before reluctantly reaching behind

her and opening the catch of her sheer black bra as she

quietly sobbed on my lap. She slid the flimsy garment

down her arms dropping it beside her on the settee. I

looked appreciatively down at her breasts. For a woman

of her size they were large but had a nice sexy shape

to them with prominent up-tilted nipples surrounded by

rather large dark pink areolae. Although large, there

was hardly any sag.

I swung Louise round on my lap so that her back was

against me and her splayed wide-open thighs hanging on

either side of mine. I could smell the perspiration

from the frightened but excited girl as I pulled her

back against me and kissed her shoulder and neck under

her hair. I put both arms under her armpits and cupped

her bare breasts and, as I carressed her neck I began

to thoroughly feel her. She gasped and tensed again as

she wriggled on my lap as her nipples erected

involuntarily under my touch as I casually pulled and

twisted them. Louise gave a shocked gasp of mingled

pleasure and pain.

"You have such lovely breasts, Louise darling, I really

could play with them all day," I said as I fondled her.

"Let me go please" Louise whispered, "I've never done

anything like this before. I always want to be faithful

to my husband."

I laughed at that and moved Louise around so that she

was back in her original position on my lap with her

back against the arm of the settee and her legs hanging

to my right.

As I looked into her eyes I slid my right hand up the

inside of her right thigh straight on to her bare cunt

and began a gentle finger-fuck with first two and then

three fingers. Her cunt was very wet and although

tight, accommodated three fingers easily. I lowered my

mouth to her right breast and began to deliberately

suck her breast teasing her nipple with my teeth as she

squirmed on my lap under the multiple stimulation. I

moved from one breast to the other sucking hard until

both nipples were fully erect and despite herself

Louise was breathing heavily again. She was beginning

to sweat harder and was getting excited again in spite

of her obvious anxiety. I gave her another deep kiss as

she wriggled on my lap as I continued to finger-fuck

her moist cunt. I took my mouth from hers returned to

sucking on her nipples, first one and then the other.

Her legs parted further and Louise leaned her head back

against my shoulder and gave a deep groan as with three

fingers deep in her wet cunt I finger-fucked her


"You like that, Louise, don't you darling" I said with

a smile. She gasped and screwed her eyes up but did not

cum and I knew that she was too tense so I let her

relax, fingering her cunt with one hand while with the

other I gently felt her soft springy breast.

There was a quiet noise outside the door in the small

hall at the bottom of the stairs. I quickly swung

Louise around again on my lap so that she was facing

the door with her back against me and her splayed

wide-open thighs hanging on either side of mine. I

could smell the exciting increased odour of her

perspiration as I pulled the horrified but excited girl

back against me and kissed her shoulder and neck again

under her hair as I watched the door. I put both arms

under her armpits and cupped her bare breasts and, as I

kissed her neck I continued feeling her. She gasped and

tensed again as she wriggled on my lap as her nipples

erected again involuntarily under my touch as I

casually pulled and twisted them. I slightly opened my

thighs, causing Louise's thighs trapped outside mine to

splay more widely and the slit of her pretty cunt to

gape open.

She gave a shocked gasp of mingled pleasure, pain and

horror as the door opened and her husband reluctantly

entered. He stopped short as he was faced with his sexy

young wife virtually naked on my lap, her breasts

firmly cupped in my palms and her cunt gaping wide

open. He just stood and stared dumbly as we took in his

appearance with mixed emotions, mine a feeling of quiet

satisfaction and Louise of sheer horror.

Peter stood just inside the door blushing with

embarrassment, standing twisting his fingers. He was

dressed in sheer dark nylon stockings supported by a

delicate lacy garter belt and very sheer panties

closely clinging to his balls and not concealing his

little prick which was obviously stiffly erect. Over

this he was wearing a virtually transparent black slip

with a plunging neckline which clung to his little

breast mounds the material of which was dented by the

prominent cones of his nipples. He was balanced rather

uncomfortably and precariously in high heeled shoes

with about a four inch heel. He looked very

uncomfortable but, I thought, rather sexy. I could feel

Louise very tense on my lap, her body trembling under

my hands. She looked at her husband and burst out,

"Peter, how could you?" He looked very uncomfortable,

as though he was about to burst into tears.

"I couldn't help it darling," he whispered wretchedly,

"he made me do it, I couldn't help it!"

I smiled at him over his wife's flushed naked shoulder

and decided to have a bit more fun with her while her

crushed husband could do nothing but stand and watch


I moved my right hand down over the soft warm curve of

her belly tickling the indentation of her navel as I

passed it. She gave a deep gasp and I felt her thighs

clench against mine. I slipped my hand over her hairy

prominent pubic mound and again took possession of her

cunt. I gently ran my finger down the groove of her

slit and she shivered convulsively. Her cunt began to

moisten again and I could see that, in spite of her

horror and fear, that she was an excitable and sexy

woman with relatively little control over the responses

of her body. I began to finger-fuck her as gently as I

could just using about half an inch of my finger and

she rapidly became much wetter in my hand. I took my

left hand from under her arm and turned her head so

that I had access to her mouth and began to gently kiss

her as I moved my exploring finger forwards to the hard

little bud of her clitoris which I began to gently

caress and stroke. She gave a great shudder and pulled

her lips from mine and buried her face in my chest.

Without warning her body went into spasm against me as

the waves of a powerful orgasm swept through her. Her

cunt flooded into my hand and I kept on stroking and

fondling her clitoris. She threw her head back and her

hair hung in a shimmering blonde curtain as she looked

up at the ceiling, gave another shuddering gasp and

came again with an involuntary squeal as she burst into

tears. I took my hand from her wet cunt slipped my hand

under her armpit and began to gently feel her right

breast as I gave her a deep kiss on her lips wet with

the sheen of perspiration from her two powerful

orgasms. She no longer resisted but accepted my kiss. I

looked at the dejected figure of the husband standing

looking vaguely foolish in his frillies watching me

deeply kissing his wife who I had just so easily

brought off in my hand.

I took my lips from hers and gently moved Louise around

again so that she was sitting with her back to the

upholstered arm of the settee and her plump bottom

spread comfortably on my thighs. Her legs were hanging

to my right and I gently spread them to open the groove

of her cunt to her husband as he watched. I slipped my

left arm round Louise under her armpit holding her

firmly by the left breast as I lowered my lips to her

right breast. I began to suck on her prominent nipple

gradually stiffening it with my lips and tongue. Louise

was convulsively trembling in my arms from the effects

of the two powerful orgasms and her small hands were

clenched on her thighs. I sucked more forcefully on her

stiff nipple, drawing the areola into my mouth. She

groaned and, despite herself, put her hand on my head


So much oppression in our culture is based on shame about sex: the oppression of women, of cultural minorities, oppression in the name of the (presumably asexual) family, oppression of sexual minorities. We are all oppressed. We have all been taught, one way or another, that our desires, our bodies, our sexualities, are shameful. What better way to defeat oppression than to get together in communities and celebrate the wonders of sex?
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 pressing it into her breast. She obviously had very

sensitive nipples and having them sucked certainly

aroused her again in spite of all the recent

stimulation. I continued to torment her plump but firm

breast, sucking hard and teasing the stiff proud point

with my lips and tongue. She groaned again and clutched

my hair with her hand, pressing me into her. Her heels

pressed against the floor and again, despite herself

and clearly involuntarily, her thighs were so widely

spread that both I and her helpless husband could see

the pink slash of her gaping cunt. As I sucked hard on

her stiff right nipple I dropped my right hand to her

right thigh and gently and slowly slid my palm up the

soft warm flesh of the inside of her leg until I was

cupping her moist and quivering cunt. I gently trailed

the tips of my fingers along the prominent open groove

of her excited cunt and began to fondle and press the

fleshy lips with the tips of my fingers, caressing her

gently and rubbing my fingers forward towards the stiff

little bud of her clitoris. I sucked harder on her

nipple drawing as much of the firm springy breast flesh

as I could into my mouth as I brushed the hard nubbin

of her clitoris gently with the ball of my right thumb.

She gasped again and threw her head back looking

straight up at the ceiling, her hair hanging to her

thigh in a soft curtain.

"Oh God!!!" she gasped, "please don't do that, I beg

you, please don't." I took my lips from her nipple and

blew gently on the hardened wet point as I laughed

gently. I slowly kissed up the side of her neck and the

line of her jaw until I reached her mouth which I

immediately claimed and which compliantly opened under

my demanding lips and tongue. She looked helplessly

into my eyes as I squeezed her firm left breast and

continued stroking her cunt. As I kissed her and looked

into her wide and staring baby blue eyes I cupped her

wet cunt in my right hand and began to tickle the

perineum, the smooth silky area between the back of the

groove of her cunt and the dimple of her ass with the

tips of my fingers as I gently but persistently rubbed

her clitoris with the ball of my thumb. She tried to

shake her head and I saw her eyes widen as the multiple

sensations began to overwhelm her again. I held her

firmly with my lips and tortured her tongue with mine

as I stroked her clitoris gently but persistently

bringing her to another powerful orgasm. Her breath

rasped in my mouth and I released her lips as her tear-

filled eyes gazed helplessly into mine. I let her rest,

holding her on my lap with my left hand still cupping

her full left breast and my right hand lying on the

soft swell of her belly just above her cuntal mound

relishing the feeling of the soft pubic fleece on the

lower border of my hand. With a great effort she

brought herself under control and sat breathing

So much oppression in our culture is based on shame about sex: the oppression of women, of cultural minorities, oppression in the name of the (presumably asexual) family, oppression of sexual minorities. We are all oppressed. We have all been taught, one way or another, that our desires, our bodies, our sexualities, are shameful. What better way to defeat oppression than to get together in communities and celebrate the wonders of sex?
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