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Subject: {ASSM} [RP] The President's Club (MF FF bond rom) [15/16] - TPClub15.txt (1/1)
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THE USUAL WARNINGS:  

This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind.  If you are 
offended by graphic sexual descriptions of natural and/or 
unnatural acts, or if you are underage, don't read any 
further. 

This story is a fantasy.  You have to loosen your clench on 
reality a little when you read it.  As is the case with 
most stories in this newsgroup, in this story all the women 
are beautiful; gravity has never touched their breasts nor 
wrinkles their unblemished faces; the men (the hero in this 
story, at least) are hung like bulls and can get it up and 
keep it up at will; there are no STDs, morals, or unwanted 
pregnancies; and guilt is a four letter word.  Most of all, 
strength of character doesn't stand a chance against any 
erotic stimulus, which can be as benign as a glance.  This 
is a tale in which physical acts and human responses are 
not limited to, nor necessarily based in, reality.  Some 
acts and responses in this story may be physically 
impossible or physiologically improbable.  That being said, 
stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy.

This story is intended for the salacious entertainment of 
consenting adults.  Do not try to do any of the things 
described in this story.  You will injure yourself or your 
partner.  Or be arrested, or shot by her father....

If you are under 18 years of age, go away.  This story will 
burn your eyeballs and fry your brain. 

If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited where 
you are, go away.

By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility for 
any disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure that 
result from reading this story.  

You have been warned!

If you're going to repost this, give me credit for it.  If 
you're going to charge for others to read this, give me 
credit and some money, too.  Fair's fair, no?

That said, enjoy!....? 

NightShade


















The President's Club, Chapter 15

by NightShade

first posted 4/97, revised 4/99

It was several months later that Sandi asked Karin to do a 
special session with her.  They didn't do these special 
sessions often.  They tended to last a long time, and both 
were drained emotionally, sexually and physically at the 
end of one of them.  By tacit agreement, they didn't happen 
often.  And that helped keep that special flavor to them.

Sandi didn't give a reason for why she thought now would be 
a good time for a special session, but hinted she had a 
surprise.  Karin wasn't really in the mood, but her friend 
was persuasive.  Since the instigator was the `top' in 
these sessions, Karin knew that all she had to do was show 
up, at least initially.  And it had been a long time....

Sandi had acquired a new restraint system for this session.  
The shrouded shapeless pile of equipment got several covert 
glances from Karin as Sandi slowly and teasingly prepared 
her for the session.  She deliberated over each item of 
clothing she stripped from the passive Karin, stroking and 
petting each new area of exposed skin as she did, slowly 
bringing the pot to boil.

Karin was now in the mood, i.e. horny and naked.  Sandi 
moved her to the center of the large basement dungeon.  She 
had pushed the bondage frame that was usually in the center 
up against the wall.  First she placed a thick leather belt 
around Karin's calves, binding them tightly together.  When 
it was securely in place, there were two small wide cuffs 
on each side on the outsides of her calves.  

With a teasing look directly into her eyes, Sandi put her 
hands on her friend's shoulders and urged her to her knees.  
She then pushed backwards on her shoulders until Karin 
toppled back.  Sandi caught her and broke her fall.  She 
laid her gently on her back, her legs bent back under her.

Taking one wrist, Sandi pulled it down past the cuff on the 
calf belt until she could fasten the cuff tightly around 
her upper arm.  Repeating that binding with the other arm 
left Karin arched in a painful bow on the floor, resting on 
her knees, shins, shoulders, and the back of her neck.  Two 
additional straps fastened Karin's ankles to her upper arms 
right next to her armpits.  A short spreader bar between 
her knees kept her knees spread apart, exposing her cunt to 
the open air.  Metal fasteners from the D-rings in the 
straps were secured to rings set into the floor.  That 
ensured she wouldn't tip over.  Sandi looked the captive 
woman over carefully, until she was satisfied.  Grinning at 
her friend with a mischievous, evil smile, they both knew 
Karin wasn't going anywhere.

Sandi stuffed a cushion under her shoulders, relieving some 
of the strain on Karin's neck.

"That better?"

"Yes."  Karin was beginning to feel the tremors of 
anticipation.  She was terribly exposed in this position, 
the skin of her belly stretched tight.

Sandi went over to the wall and selected a long buggy whip 
from the wall.  It was one of the cruelest whips 
imaginable, especially when used on human flesh.  The two 
women had it gotten for decoration only, not to use.  It's 
visual impact was enough.  

Sandi liked the sound it made as it swished and cracked and 
snapped in the air.  For what she wanted tonight, sound was 
all she needed.  At first, anyway.  She looped the wrist 
strap around her wrist and pulled it tight.  She didn't 
want any accidents with this weapon.

SNAP.  Sandi let the long flexible whip crack just above 
Karin's exposed stomach, then settle softly on the 
untouched skin.  The sensation was almost the same as a 
hard slash.  Adrenaline coursed through both women's 
systems.

"I had my Annual Performance Review today," Sandi started 
out casually.

"Oh, really?  How was it?"  Karin thought it was strange to 
talk about something they would normally discuss over a 
glass of wine, but what the hell, she wasn't going 
anywhere.  Actually, Karin now realized it was odd that she 
wasn't gagged.  Normally there was no talking.  They didn't 
need verbal abuse to get excited.  

Sandi was silent for a moment.  When she did speak, it was 
with the quiet intensity of a person who was extremely 
angry.  It was all an act, but she had had plenty of 
practice in her job.  Good Cop, Bad Cop and all.  "How dare 
you play with my career like a snot-nosed high school 
girl?"  The whip snapped several times around the bound 
woman in emphasis.

Karin's blood froze.  She had discovered her meddling.

"OH, SANDI," she wailed.  "I'm sorry.  I just wanted to 
help..."

"So I couldn't do it by myself?  Is that what you thought?  
You little BITCH!"

"NO, NO, NO.  I just wanted you to be happy.  I did it for 
you."

All this time, Sandi had been striding back and forth just 
inside Karin's field of vision.  She brought the whip down 
several times on the floor, each time with a loud slap.  
She watched Karin's taut body tense with each slap.  She 
was just getting ready to let Karin in on the joke and that 
she had known from the beginning that Karin was meddling, 
when she tripped.  Her high heel caught on something and 
she started to fall.  

Forgetting about the whip, she put out her hand to catch 
herself.  She didn't want to land on Karin while she was 
tied so rigidly.  The additional weight could injure her 
neck, possibly seriously.  The wrist strap kept the whip in 
her hand as she caught herself, and the heavy shaft of the 
whip came down with great force across the soft tender skin 
of Karin's lower stomach.

Sandi didn't understand the scream she heard until she saw 
the blood oozing from the cut the whip had made.

"Oh Karin, Honey, I'm sorry.  It was an accident."

Karin turned her head away from the woman and closed her 
eyes, steeling herself for another blow.  She flinched at 
the very touch of Sandi's fingers.  Sandi fumbled with the 
buckles and straps not being able to get them off of Karin 
fast enough.  She got her to her feet and helped Karin into 
the bathroom they had installed in the cellar.  There, she 
treated the cut with alcohol and a soft compress.  She 
helped Karin upstairs to her bed and laid her down.

Karin said nothing the whole time.  She wouldn't even look 
at Sandi.  

Karin felt betrayed.  Her friend, her lover, had struck her 
in anger.  She had tricked her and savagely beat her.  She 
didn't trust her anymore.  She had lost another lover and 
she was all-alone again.  She withdrew into herself and 
wept invisible tears.

Sandi was devastated as well.  She knew she was a good 
actress and that Karin hadn't known she was joking with 
her.  She saw the empty look in Karin's eyes and it pierced 
her to her heart.  She sat by Karin's bed all night 
watching the tortured sleep of her forlorn friend.  She 
stayed by her bed all the next day and the next night, as 
well.  Karin didn't move or speak.  Sandi changed the 
dressings on the cut and made sure there would be no 
infection.

The second day, Karin spoke to her in a dull lifeless 
voice.  "I'll be OK.  You need some sleep."

Sandi burst out crying.  She had held off until now, but 
now the flood started and she wailed and begged for 
forgiveness.

Karin felt a twinge of sadness for her friend.  She 
realized now it had been an accident, but it shouldn't even 
have happened.  The aggressor had to be in control.  She 
couldn't completely trust Sandi anymore, not in that 
special way.  She would miss that.

Karin reached out a hand for Sandi's hand.  "It's OK.  I 
forgive you, Sandi.  But ... never again."

Those words thrilled Sandi and cut her to the quick at the 
same time.  She bent down and kissed Karin's hand.  "I got 
promoted.  To Captain.  It's about five years early.  The 
Commissioner said that I am in line to be the first female 
Commissioner in the city's history."  She pulled a small 
box from her blouse pocket.  "I'm sorry I spoiled the 
surprise.  It was supposed to be a surprise for you for all 
your help.  I couldn't have done it without you.  You have 
to know that."

"I didn't know you felt that way," Karin replied.  She took 
the offered gift.  "Thank you."  She paused.  "How did you 
find out I helped get you the job?"

Sandi paused.  "I'm a cop, Karin.  Our careers are fixed in 
stone from the day we leave the Academy, unless we screw up 
or solve the Mother of all crimes.  I had done neither.  
Therefore, someone had to have helped me.  You're the only 
one who cared enough to help."

"Oh."  She thought a minute.  "Why didn't you say 
something?"

"You were having too much fun enjoying your little secret.  
I didn't want to spoil it for you."  Tears welled up in 
Sandi's eyes.  "I'm sorry I spoiled it for you now."

Karin reached up and pulled her tired friend into the bed 
with her.  Sandi snuggled into her side and cried herself 
to sleep.  Karin stroked her hair and pondered the loss of 
the innocence between them.  She wondered if they would 
ever get it back or if it was something that, once lost, 
was gone forever.

Sandi never raised the subject of restraint or pain again, 
although she was surprised when Karin continued to hostess 
the Special Assignments with her and Ben with as much care 
and attention as before.  She realized the depth of the 
love Karin had for her and the pain she must have caused 
her.

The gift box sat unopened on her dressing table for a long 
time.  Sandi and Karin continued to share each other's beds 
regularly, but now they were separate people looking for 
different things.  

The small box caught Karin's attention one afternoon while 
Sandi was out.  She picked it up and turned it over in her 
hand.  There was a slight rattle inside.  She opened it up 
and saw a beautiful diamond name plate on a necklace.  On 
one side was the word 'Karin' and on the other 'Sam.'  It 
must have cost several thousand dollars with all the 
diamonds on it.  She was touched.

She picked it up and tried it on.  To her surprise, it 
didn't even go half way around her neck.  Maybe it was 
supposed to be a bracelet.  Nope.  Too big.  Karin was 
stumped.  She looked at the ends closer and saw they both 
had sliding latches.

It hit her suddenly and she giggled.  She pulled up her top 
and hooked one latch to the gold ring on her right nipple.  
She pulled the chain over to attach it to the other ring.  
It didn't quite reach and she had to pull both nipples in 
towards the middle.  The latch slid securely closed over 
the second ring.  Her tits looked a little cross-eyed in 
the mirror, but the effect on her nipples was incredible.  
It was like an electric shock with every move, each breath.  
She gave a little bounce and experienced a mild climax.  

Pulling her top down over her cross-eyed tits, she waited 
impatiently until Sandi got home.  A happier Karin rushed 
to Sandi's arms and kissed her when she came in the door.

"Well, 'Hi Honey I'm home' to you, too, lover," she 
laughed.

"It's beautiful.  The chain.  Thank you."

"You like it?"

"Yes."

"Does it...?"

"Ooooohhhhh yyyeeesss!"

Sandi was silent.  "I want some rings, too."

Now Karin was silent.  "Sam.  Sam can't help.  Maybe Ben?"

"Ben?  You won't..."  She stopped at the look of pain in her 
friends eyes.

"I could help him, show him how...?"

"Do you think I should?"

"If you want it."

Sandi nodded.  It was settled.

------------------------------------------------

The next Special Assignment was not only hosted by Karin 
but directed by her, too.  Sandi was already strung up in 
the dungeon when Ben arrived.  Her tits were to be the 
focus of this session and they were prominently on display, 
forced out and up by a special corset with high half cups 
underneath her breasts.

Ben came in and whistled.  He turned, expecting Karin to 
leave, but she didn't leave.  Instead she handed him a 
sturdy whip.

"Her tits only, today."

He nodded silently and complied.  Her tits were a rosy hue 
when he was done with the whip.

Karin handed him another, stiffer whip.  He looked at her 
questioningly.  She nodded curtly for him to proceed.

Again he complied.  With vigor.  If this was what his love 
wanted, he would do it.

A third whip turned her breasts into two inflamed masses of 
tissue.  He turned to Karin.  She handed him something 
else, which he mistook as another whip.

"No.  No more.  I won't do it.  And I won't let you, 
either."  He made a move to protect Sandi.

"It's not a whip, Ben.  She wants you to put your mark on 
her.  Like my love did to me."
Karin brushed her blouse aside and exposed the tiny gold 
ring.

Ben blushed at her nakedness and looked away.  It was too 
personal.

He took the piercer from her hand.  His hand trembled 
slightly as he hefted it, feeling its weight in his hand.  
He took a deep breath and steeled himself.  "Give me a 
ring."

Karin handed him one.

He walked over and held up the ring so Sandi could see.

"Lady X, my love, is this what you want?"

The hooded head nodded 'Yes.'"

Ben held the piercer up to the erect nipple closest to him.  
He didn't wait and terrorize her, but squeezed it quickly.

The scream could be heard clearly through the gag and the 
hood.  He gasped at the sounds he heard coming from her.  
He paled at her pain.  This was more than he wanted to do.

He slipped the gold ring through the fresh hole.  He 
glanced at Karin for support.  She nodded.

He repeated the procedure on the other nipple.  After 
slipping the ring on her other nipple, he had to excuse 
himself.  He went out into the bathroom outside and threw 
up.  Karin waited patiently for him to get back.  Sandi was 
half-delirious and had not noticed his absence.  Karin 
would never tell her.  But she thought it was touching, if 
wimpy.  Sam had not vomited, she thought proudly.

Ben slipped back in the dungeon quietly.  Karin smiled at 
him and indicated the dazed Lady X.  He nodded his thanks.

"Is that all?"

"Not quite."

"Somehow, I didn't think so."

Karin explained what else was needed.  Ben started to bolt 
for the door.  

"Ben!"

He turned.

"This was her idea, not mine."

He waited.

"Please, Ben.  For her."

He nodded, reluctantly.  "You better be telling me the 
truth, or I swear I'll rip your tits off by those rings."

Karin held her hands out to him in a submissive gesture.  
"I will stay by your side until you are convinced of her 
happiness.  You may bind me if you wish."  She waited, her 
hands held quietly in front of her, palms together.

Ben shook his head.  He took the hot iron Karin had 
prepared and placed a drop of solder, one on the split in 
each ring, sealing them shut.  He was crying as he did it.

They let down the newly ringed woman together.  Karin 
applied an alcohol wipe to both wounds to prevent 
infection.  Sandi lay recovering on the dungeon floor.  She 
looked at the two anxious faces peering down at her.  She 
touched the tips of her breasts lightly.  She felt the 
rings.  A shudder ran through her body.

She took Ben's hands in hers and placed them lightly over 
her tits.  She emphatically nodded her head 'Yes'.

He looked at Karin, nodded and motioned for her to leave 
them alone.  

Before she left, she whispered to him,  "Be gentle with 
them, but don't ignore them, or she'll hate you.  ...Good 
luck, lover boy."


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End of chapter

I hope you enjoyed it.    :)

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