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WARNING!  This story is only for adults over the age of
18 and contains Strong Sexual Content.  It is intended
as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the author
does not in any way condone similar behavior.
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"Moth to the Flame Part One"

By sfmaster@worldnet.att.net

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"Moth to the Flame Part One" by
sfmaster@worldnet.att.net

"Well ladies, this is what you've been waiting for,"
said Mistress Lois.

My Domme's expert fingers undid the roller buckle at
the back of my leather blindfold, and I blinked in
response when the light hit my eyes.  Focusing, I could
see a woman dressed as a Maid (in a black rubber
outfit) standing holding a teapot; and my Mistress's
three guests, seated in the living room.  They were all
wearing brightly colored designer dresses.

I was wearing nothing except for a collar around my
neck, a ball-gag in my mouth, leather bracelets on my
wrists and ankles, and high heeled shoes that were
locked upon my feet.  Did I also mention that my wrists
were locked between my back, and that Mistress Lois was
holding a leash that was attached to my collar?

I was sure that I must have blushed with embarrassment
as four pairs of female eyes roved at will over my
naked figure.  Mistress Lois had warned me in advance
how I should behave in the presence of her guests.  So
I stood proudly, throwing my chest out, so the women
could see my rouged nipples.  I kept my legs open, so
my cunt was on display.  I hid nothing, not shrinking
from their gaze.

"She's simply lovely, Lois," commented one woman.

"Who is she?" asked another.

"This is Annette," Lois began, "she was born to one of
Long Island's most prominent families on the Gold
coast.  Big house, vacation home in the Hamptons,
educated at prep and private schools, and a brilliant
marriage to a rich guy.  Now she's my little sex slave,
and I'm training her intensely.  Annette, show the
girls your bottom, please."

I turned around and bent over, showing off my scarred
bottom with stripes from the riding crop.

"Annette used to have a nice high paying job in
Manhattan, but now she works at Victoria's Secret in
the Roosevelt Field Mall.  So if any of you ladies
decide to go shopping for undies, be sure and go
there.  If Annette isn't the most helpful girl in the
store, please tell the manager who will tell me - and
I'll correct the situation with the riding crop."

"Has her husband asked you to train her?" asked one of
the women.

"No, her husband threw her out of their house when he
discovered that his little bored wife was enjoying sex
games with me when he was away.  While she has quite a
sizeable bankroll, more than I'll ever see in a
lifetime, instead I've sent Annette off to work.  First
in an Adult bookstore, then in K-Mart, and finally
Victoria's Secret.  I don't want her money - the price
of her slavery is her body and pleasing me."

"Really, Lois, you're just so lucky!" said one of the
others.

"Thank you, turn around, Annette," Lois ordered.

I complied, and was glad when the gag was removed from
my lips.

"Thank you Mistress," I quickly said, catching my
breath.

Lois led me over to the couch, where she sat down, and
pulled me over her knees.  I arranged my bottom for the
spanking that I knew was coming.

On the coffee table, in addition to the usual tea
service was a collection of dildoes, crops, paddles,
and floggers.  Not the standard items in a tea party -
unless you're a sex slave, of course.

"Kiss my hand, Annette," ordered Lois.

I complied, and within seconds, felt her hand smacking
my unprotected bottom.  Lois's other hand kept a grip
on my chained wrists, keeping me helpless on her lap.

Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

I knew that it was going to a long afternoon, and all
of my Domme's guests were going to have a go at my
body.  I resolved not to embarrass myself in front of
them, but I knew that sooner or later my sex would
betray me, and I would be moaning in orgasm.

How does a nightmare begin, you ask?  By being bored
silly...

(One year earlier)

"Okay, what do we do tonight?" I asked.

"How about going to another bar?" Vera, my best friend,
answered.

"Not like last night again," I replied, "since when do
you have to sign up for a waiting list to sit at the
bar?"

"This is Manhattan, Annette, not Long Island.  The city
is so crowded now you just have to wait everywhere. 
For a seat at the bar, and even with reservations it's
impossible to get a seat at a restaurant.  Even in
chain restaurant like Friday's you can wait over an
hour!"

"If I knew it was like this, I'd have stayed on Long
Island.  Or maybe you should have stayed with me - at
least going out isn't quite so impossible," I
concluded.

"Well, there is one thing we can do tonight - and it
won't even be crowded," Vera suggested.

"I'm listening."

"There's a club called Sphere a few doors down from
here - and every Thursday night the perverts show up."

"Perverts?"

Vera handed me a card, and on it was printed a
schedule, and a picture of a woman dressed in black
leather holding a riding crop.

"It's a live S&M show.  The perverts come every
Thursday night with their slaves, they do a little show
on the stage, no penetration, and there's dancing
afterwards when the DJ comes in."

"You've got to be kidding," I answered.

"Whenever things get dull, I go down and see the show. 
Besides, you're here since both our husbands are off
traveling together - so why not?"

"But S&M," I answered, "Yuck!"

"Oh, don't be such a prude, Annette.  I have to find
something in black for you to wear, and it'll be just
fine."

"Can't we just go dancing?" I answered.

"Well, we can try that new dance club, and wait an hour
on line outside, in the hope we'll get in," Vera
replied.

"All right, you've made your point.  Spanking it is. 
Damn, if I wanted to stay at home with a quart of ice
cream I could have stayed in Nassau."

"True, but there would have been no spanking," Vera
laughed.

Later that evening, Vera and I went to the S&M club. 
Vera was wearing a black leather dress, and she had
loaned me a black dress made out of PVC.  I didn't ask
why she had bought it, nor did she venture a reason.

I tried my best not to look too shocked as we entered
the club.  At the door was a woman in black taking the
cover charge, and unlike the other packed bars and
clubs, this one was still pretty empty.  We got seats
at the bar, and drinks in a reasonable period of time,
and the music wasn't that bad or that loud either.

But it was the other patrons that were the surprise! 
Men and women in various states of undress, being led
around by chains attached to their collars!  Others
that I learned later were called Doms and Dommes,
dressed in black leather, latex, and PVC.  This was
evidently not your average dance club - and there was
nothing like it on sedate Long Island!

Then the show got started.  A woman dressed in black
leather, as a Dominatrix would introduce the people
involved.  They would get up on the stage and perform a
short act - just a few minutes long.  I watched as a
man got paddled; a woman was spanked; a woman was hung
from a ceiling chain and whipped.  After each act the
audience would applaud.

"And now," said the hostess, "Mistress Lois and
Catherine!"

At first, I glanced at the stage, then did a double
take.  Rising from the barstool, I made my way over to
the stage.  Next to me was my friend Vera.

"I thought you weren't interested in this sort of
thing?" she questioned.

"I know that woman," I answered.

"Who?  Catherine?"

"No, Mistress Lois - she was the greeter at the luxury
car dealership where we bought the Jaguar last month."

Mistress Lois was in the middle of using a riding crop
on Catherine's naked body.  The girl was wearing only a
pair of panties, and was chained to an X frame that
left her totally exposed and helpless.  She would issue
a short moan whenever the crop's tip would strike her
flesh.  Then Mistress Lois would play with her hardened
nipples, squeezing them between her fingers.

"I've seen Lois here a few times - she's regarded as
being very talented," said Vera.

"Really," I answered, "now isn't that very
interesting."
	*		*		*		*

After returning from the S&M club (once the
demonstrations were over we had stayed to dance for a
little while) Vera took a short shower and brushed her
teeth.  While she dried her hair, I followed into the
bathroom and did the same.  Her bathroom was so small
it could only fit one person at a time.

By the time I finished drying my hair, Vera was already
in bed, waiting for me.  A rubber dildo harness sat at
the night table, the rubber cock poised vertically.

Nude, I joined my friend in bed.  We both smelled of
soap and shampoo and body wash, and I just couldn't
wait to eat Vera's pussy.

"I thought you didn't like S&M," said Vera, "seemed
like you were pretty aroused at one point."

"Just a diversion," I answered, as I joined her in bed.

I kissed her on the lips, and we rolled together under
the single sheet.  I pressed against her breasts, and
soon began to suck on her erect nipples.  Meanwhile,
her hand pressed between my legs, and I opened myself
to Vera's attentions.

"Fuck me!" I whispered into her ear.

"Soon," Vera answered.

It had been a long time since I had made love to my
friend, and with the ever-present noises from the city
outside, we made tender, passionate love together.  We
held each other tightly under the sheet, our scents
mingling together.

Vera then fitted the strap-on harness between her legs,
and the rubber cock jutted out.  She then unrolled a
condom over it (sex toys are easier to keep clean that
way), and then kneeled over me in bed.

"Ready darling?"

"Yes, dear," I answered.

Vera slowly thrust the dildo between my legs, my sex
already being wet and engorged with desire.  I opened
my legs as she thrust the shaft inside, our breasts
pressed together as Vera then began to ram inside me
like a piston.  I moaned with desire, waves of pleasure
coursing through me as the cock made me hot and horny. 
I matched Vera with every one of her thrusts, beads of
sweat running between my breasts and under my arms.

Waves of orgasms washed over me and I moaned as Vera
pounded me into the mattress, the springs squeaking as
I was pushed deeper into the bed.  I folded my legs
around Vera holding her closer to me.

"Fuck me!" I cried, "fuck me!"

Vera obliged me by thrusting the dildo deep into my wet
cunt as I screamed one orgasm after another.  There is
something better about being fucked with a dildo
instead of a real man's cock - staying power.  And when
one of your favorite girlfriends is doing the fucking,
what more could you want in life?

"Ooooooh!" I cried, "yes, yes, YES!"

I vibrated like a tuning fork with one climax after
another, and Vera held me tightly, the cock still in my
female sheath.  Finally, we lay together, me still
moaning with pleasure.

"That was great," I said to Vera.

Vera withdrew from my pussy, and pulled back the
sheets.  The condom covering the dildo gleamed with my
feminine juices, and Vera slowly rolled it up backwards
and threw it in the small trashcan on the floor.

"What a great invention - no wet spot!" Vera observed.

"Even better - its still erect!" I exclaimed, as I
licked the rubber cock, "can't wait to fuck you with
it."

"Me too!" laughed Vera.

Later that evening, after I had fucked Vera with the
strap-on we lay together asleep in under the sheet.  I
dreamt that I was naked, and hanging by the wrists from
a ceiling chain, and something was locked to my ankles,
keeping my legs from closing.  I then heard the click
of a woman's heels on the stone floor, and Mistress
Lois came into view, wearing a black leather bodysuit.

"Hello slave," she said.

"Why am I here?" I asked, "I'm not into this bondage
thing."

"Really," Lois answered, then she thrust two of her
fingers into my exposed sex.  When she removed them,
they were coated in my girlish secretions.

"I'm just scared, that's all," I protested.

"What your mouth denies your body understand, now lick
my fingers clean!"

"Mmmmph!" I said as Lois placed her fingers inside my
mouth.  I cleaned them as she ordered.

"Now kiss the flogger, darling, and we can get
started," ordered Lois.

I complied, and kissed the woven leather of the
instrument, and tensed myself for the first impact of
the thing....

I awoke with a start, from hearing the siren of a
police car below on the street.  Vera was one of those
women who could sleep through anything, and I had
always been a light sleeper.  But I had never had an
S&M dream before, and certainly not one about me being
flogged.  Still, my nipples were hard again with
desire, and when I fingered myself, I found that I was
wet between my legs.

	*		*		*		*

"Darling, could we talk for a minute?" I asked my
husband, Charles, who was engrossed in the Journal as
usual.

"Sure dear," he answered.

"I'd like to get a job - I'm bored!"

"But dear, you already have a job - supervising the
maid and the gardener and the house."

"Honey, I was much happier when I was working, it gave
me something to do.  Just staying home is dull.  Why
when I went to the mall and saw a woman folding clothes
at The Limited, I envied her - at least she was doing
something productive with her time."

"With your inheritance and my job, there's no need for
you to work.  So why not just stay home and enjoy
yourself?"

"What time are you coming home, dear.  I'll make
dinner," I offered.

"No, I've got a business dinner in Manhattan this
evening so don't make anything for me - I'll be home
very late."

"Will you be home this weekend, darling?  Perhaps we
could spend the whole weekend in bed?"

"Sorry, sweetie - I'm off to Chicago."

	*		*		*		*		*

About a month later, I  had to bring the Jaguar to the
dealership for an oil change.  When I dropped it off,
the service manager offered me a ride home, but instead
I told him that I would wait for the car, which was
going to take about an hour.

I then walked from the service department into the
sales area, and there I waited in a little room with a
coffee machine, TV, and some magazines.  Pouring myself
a cup of coffee, I moved a chair so that I could get a
good view of the sales department.

I nearly spilled my coffee when I watched as Lois
appeared.  She carried some files to one of the
salesmen, then sat down at her desk.  I carried my
coffee over to the window, and pretended to look
outside at Northern Boulevard.  What I was really
looking at was Lois - was this very same woman who had
worn a leather outfit and had been cropping a nearly
naked girl in an S&M club?

Yes, it was her - same face and cheekbones, same hair. 
She was wearing a woman's business suit instead of her
leather outfit, but it was definitely she.  Rather than
stare, I waited for my car to be finished.

Later that afternoon, I parked my car outside the
dealership and waited.  Lois got off at 6:30 PM, and I
watched as she drove her Toyota off the lot.  Following
her in rush hour traffic was a problem, but she went to
a nearby bar for happy hour.  After a few minutes, I
went in myself, and sat down where I could see her, but
she couldn't see me.  Ordering a drink, I watched as
another woman soon met Lois.  They had a drink together
and some conversation, and then left.

Over the next few weeks I regularly followed Lois after
she finished work.  She usually went to a bar instead
of going home, then would meet another woman and then
leave.  I never saw her meet a man - just women.

Finally, one day I tried to follow Lois, but got lost
in traffic.  In desperation, I went to one of her
regular hangouts, went inside, and waited.  After a few
minutes, Lois sat quietly on the barstool next to me.

"Good evening, Mrs. Harmon; nice to see you here," said
Lois.

"Uhhh, yes," I answered dumbly.

When the bartender came over, Lois ordered drinks for
both of us, but didn't engage in conversation until we
were alone again.

"Have you enjoyed following me around for the last few
weeks?" asked Lois.

"I haven't been following you," I lied.

"Really, ever since that day you brought your Jaguar in
for service, you've been following me around almost
every night.  Stalking is a crime, you know," she said,
taking a swallow.

"I was in Sphere, a NYC club when they had S&M night. 
I saw that little lesbian S&M demonstration you put on
- very interesting.  Perhaps I should tell your
employer about it?" I tried to sound brave.

"Blackmail too is a crime, Mrs. Harmon.  What's wrong -
don't you have anything else to do with your life
besides following others around and threatening to
blackmail them?  Off the premises, it's my business
what I do with my sexuality - not for interfering
busybodies like you."

"What if I tell your boss?" I threatened.

"If I am into S&M - how do you know that my boss isn't
also involved?"

I didn't have an answer for that one.

"Mrs. Harmon, I'm sure that ordinarily you're a very
nice person.  Don't try to involve yourself in my
personal affairs - you might get burned.  So please go
back to your normal existence of being a bored wealthy
woman who has nothing better to do than shop all day -
and leave real living - to others," said Lois.

At that moment, I began to cry.  Lois took out a few
tissues from her purse, and sat next to me as I cried
myself out.

"What's wrong, Mrs. Harmon?" asked Lois.

"I thought I hated the very idea of bondage - until I
saw you up on the stage with that girl.  For the first
time I saw something like that in person - and my
nipples got hard and my pussy wet," I cried, "I'm so
bored.  My husband doesn't want me to work.  I used to
have a high paying job at Ralph Lauren, but after we
married, he made me quit.  Said I had a house to take
care of.  All I do is supervise the maid and the
gardener - big deal.  Whenever I protest to my husband,
all he tells me to do is buy a new dress - which I
never wear!  I was doing better alone in my apartment
in the city.  And even worse - he never touches me
sexually - I can't even remember the last time we had
sex!"

"What do you want, Mrs. Harmon?" Lois asked, "you
either need a marriage counselor or a divorce attorney,
and I'm not either one."

"I want to be your sex slave," I answered.

"That's quite an interesting request, Mrs. Harmon.  Are
you quite sure you know what's involved?"

"No, not really."

"Good, at least you're honest.  I'm considered to be a
harsh Mistress - my slaves are kept naked, collared,
and flogged constantly.  It's a harsh regimen - but I'm
in demand.  You can leave at any time, but never
return.  Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Are you busy this Saturday?" Lois asked.

"No."

"Good.  Reserve a room at the Marriott in Uniondale for
Saturday afternoon, and don't eat lunch.  That's an
order."

"Yes, Mistress Lois,"

"See you Saturday, Mrs. Harmon - and don't be late."

	End Part One

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