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This is a work of ADULT EROTIC FICTION.  To wit:

ADULT = You must be AT LEAST 18 human years of age to read this story.

EROTIC = People having sex.  Graphic sex.  Deliciously detailed
explicit sex.

FICTION = This story is FANTASY.  It is not based on actual events. 
The people are not real.  I made all of it up myself.  Except for the
parts I unconsciously ripped off.

If any of the aforementioned items disqualifies you as a result of age
or philosophical preference or just plain lack of interest, you should
stop reading now.  Anything you read beyond this point is on your own
conscience.

There now.  That wasn't so difficult, was it?  Where was I?  Oh, yes:

This story and all its characters are a work of adult fantasy.  They
live in a world where sex is free of disease and unwanted pregnancies,
and, when convenient, free of the deeper emotional complications that
accompany it.  The characters happily invite you into their world
while you read the story but ask also that you please remember to
return to your own world when you are finished, and that you treat
that world with benevolence and generosity.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
As the name implies, this is part two (of a two part series).  There
is no lead-in or setup here--that's all covered in part one.  Thanks
for reading.


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FREEDOM OF CHOICE (Part Two) (FF, MF, cons, oral, bd, ds)
By: Walt9899


Anita led Lisa through a side door in the evening room and across the
hall to her chambers.  A shortcut for when she needed to slip back and
forth quickly.  Lisa gripped her hand tightly, nervously.  As soon as
the door to her chambers had closed behind them Anita placed her other
hand around the younger woman's and said, "You don't need to worry."

"I, I'm sorry," Lisa stammered.  "I can't help it."

"The master thinks you're beautiful," Anita told her. 
"Extraordinarily so, I should think.  This has never happened before
in my time with him."

Lisa chanced a brief glance at her face.  "Perhaps you are angry with
me?"

Anita smiled.  "Of course not.  I find myself intrigued, as well." 
And to herself she added, If I chose to draw his eye back to me, you
would stand no chance, you naīve fledgling.  But even though she was
now possessed of years of experience, Anita had not forgotten what it
was like to be overwhelmed in the mater's presence.  "I was much like
you when I first came here," she said to Lisa, to which Lisa smiled
gratefully.

"Now," said Anita, leading the woman to the corner of the room
dominated by the large sunken-stone bathtub, "I will draw the bath. 
You may ask me any questions you'd like as we bathe."  She turned on a
powerful gush of water.  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lisa
studying the iron rod that ran above the tub, anchored in each wall a
few feet from the corner.  Lisa's eyes lingered on the leather cuffs
dangling from the bar.  After testing the temperature Anita scooped a
handful of gelatin bath balls from a wicker basket and dropped them
into the tub.  As she began to disrobe, a light scent of jasmine rose
up on the steam coming off the rising water.  She was aware of Lisa
watching her, apparently waiting for instruction.  Rather than tell
her what to do, Anita took her time undressing, allowing the other
woman to observe the easy confidence she had in her own presence.  She
folded her things and then came behind Lisa and began to lower the
zipper at the back of her dress.

"When you are with the master you will need to learn when to act and
when to await his instructions," said Anita as she finished with the
zipper.  She brushed the dress off Lisa's shoulders and helped it down
her body.  Lisa wore a simple black bra underneath and, as had already
been provocatively established, no underwear.  "But in here, with me,
you should act as you please," she said, and bent down for Lisa to
step free of her garment.

"It's all just a bit..."

"Overwhelming?" asked Anita as she snapped Lisa's bra open.

"Yes," said Lisa, allowing Anita to pull it off her arms.

Anita stood back, surveying Lisa's nakedness from behind.  Her
appreciation for the slender curvaceousness of Lisa's form was levied
against her consciousness of the places in which her own body had lost
the firm shapeliness of young womanhood.  Anita smirked at the faint
pink streaks her master's light flogging had left across Lisa's
bottom.  She recalled how Lisa had writhed and whimpered at those
strokes.  Yet they had been so light that their memory on Lisa's skin
wasn't even strong enough to be proud and red.  "Turn around," she
said quietly, and Lisa did so, presenting the frontal complement to
what Anita had observed from behind.  Her raven hair fell about her
shoulders, accentuating the white ridges of her breasts, her nipples
finely punctuated and tipped slightly up towards the moon.  She was
very beautiful.  Anita wondered if what she now saw in Lisa was
anything like what her master had first seen in her.  Then her eyes
were drawn to the bare, disappearing skin between Lisa's legs.  The
absence of hair was starkly erotic.  Anita had long kept her own pubic
hair closely cropped, neatly tended for her master's pleasure, but he
had never asked her to eliminate it completely, nor had she ever
thought to do so.  She wanted to touch it.  To know what such smooth,
private skin felt like.

Lisa squirmed, uncomfortable with the scrutiny.  Anita chuckled.  "The
master likes to look.  He appreciates the female form like some people
appreciate art.  He has left me on display for hours at a time."  To
Lisa's questioning expression she said, "I like it.  Very much.  To be
looked at, admired, appreciated.  You should learn to love it, as
well.  You are very beautiful to look at."

Lisa blushed, not seeming to know where to look.

"It's OK," said Anita softly.  "Please look at me.  We are in many
ways similar and in some ways quite different.  You should understand
that the master is drawn to something similar in our bodies as well as
our spirits."

Lisa's eyes came up and, after some momentary tentative flicking,
began to study Anita's nakedness with a hungry curiosity.  Anita
breathed deeply, straightening her posture yet letting her muscles
relax, knowing that Lisa was observing something she couldn't yet
name, a strength flowing around Anita's physical form.  Lisa's eyes on
her skin were like the wisps of steam rising from the tub.  A pleasing
yet fleeting warmth, so unlike the burning heat with which Leo's gaze
had consumed her in the evening room.

"You are beautiful, too," Lisa finally said.  "I'm honored the master
would think my beauty in any way similar to yours."

"And you are kind," said Anita.  "I think the bath is ready."  She
took the younger woman's hand once again and led her down the two
marble steps into the water.

Lisa sank gratefully into the tub, immersing her body up to her neck. 
She closed her eyes and sighed.  The bath beads had caused a gentle
head of bubbles to form on top of the water.  Lisa raised a
bubble-covered hand to her nose.  "You spoil me," she smiled.

"The master is very good to his slave," Anita responded.  "This is a
life unlike any other you can imagine, in so many ways."

"I think you must feel very lucky," said Lisa.

"I am fortunate to have learned and grown during my time here."

Lisa looked at her.  "You speak of it as if that time is over."

"Here," said Anita, indicating that the other woman should move closer
to her.  "I am to bathe you."

Lisa sat in between Anita's legs, facing out.  "I'll start with your
face," said Anita, pulling her back until her head was resting on
Anita's breasts.  Anita covered her fingertips with soap from a
dispenser and bathed Lisa's face with her fingers, beginning at her
temples.  "You seem quite taken with life here at the master's house,"
said Anita as she worked the soap into Lisa's skin with small circular
motions.

"It is fascinating," Lisa answered drowsily, luxuriating in the
combination bath and massage.

"It is," agreed Anita.  "And yet, there are many fascinating things in
the world."  Like Leo, she said to herself, feeling a heat more
intense than the bathwater creeping up her skin.  Lisa's face was
covered in a thick white lather.  Anita took a cloth and dipped it in
the water and began to rinse the soap off again.  "Perhaps I find
myself thinking of other fascinating things.  Sit up now, and let me
wash your back."

"Is it possible for you just to leave?" said Lisa as she sat up,
shedding water in a glittering sheet down her pale skin.

"I stay here by mutual consent," said Anita, dispensing more soap into
her fingers.

"But surely he would be displeased," said Lisa.

Anita worked the soap over Lisa's shoulders and up the nape of her
neck.  "Do you remember," said Anita, soaping Lisa's back down to the
waterline, "what happened in the evening room a short while ago?"  Of
course Lisa remembered, as the sudden tensing in her back muscles
indicated, remembering the feel of the leather tresses hissing against
her skin.  "That has never happened before.  The master has never made
use of another woman the way he made use of you tonight."

"Do you mean that?" asked Lisa, as if Anita had just paid her the
highest compliment she could imagine.

Anita now worked her soapy hands around to Lisa's front, beginning
again at her neck and working downwards.  "Perhaps the master thinks
of other fascinating things, as well.  He would like to have you, I
think."

"Oh," gasped Lisa, both from Anita's words and from the fact that
Anita's hands had reached her breasts and were now lavishing them with
soap and warm water.

Anita washed her hands open-palmed across Lisa's breasts, pausing a
moment to cup them, to feel how different they were from hers, how
much less of her hand they filled, but how rough and hard the nipples
were against her skin.  Lisa's body was still alert with the arousal
her flogging had awakened.

As she lingered around Lisa's breasts for a few more savory moments,
Anita said, "Would you like that, to see if he likes you, and if you
like him?"

"But, wouldn't you be jealous?"

Anita chuckled and washed Lisa's front again down to the waterline
before splashing handfuls of water across Lisa's chest to rinse the
soap.  "I know where I stand with him," she reminded Lisa.  "I have no
need to be jealous.  Besides, I would ask for something in return."

"I don't know what I could give you," said Lisa.

"I'll need to wash your lower body," said Anita, rising.  She motioned
for Lisa to do the same.  Anita took one of Lisa's arms and raised it
to the iron bar running overhead.  "I saw you looking at this a few
minutes ago," she said, sliding one of the leather cuffs over Lisa's
wrist and pulling it tight.  "There's no need for me to use it
tonight, but since you were curious, I thought I would demonstrate. 
It might be handy for you to become familiar with the accoutrements in
the master's house."  She slid the other cuff over Lisa's other wrist
and tightened it, as well.  Lisa's arms were pulled straight up over
her head as she stood in the tub.

Lisa's extended posture gave Anita another pause to admire the slender
curves of the younger woman's form.  She glistened faintly in the soft
light, the reflection of her damp skin feathering her in amber.  Yes,
thought Anita, I understand what the master sees in her.  She is
beautiful and complicit.

Anita knelt in the water and began at Lisa's feet, lifting each and
washing them, as she had done with the rest of her, with her hands. 
Lisa giggled and squirmed as Anita's fingers dug into the sensitive
pads on her soles.  Anita paused and said, "The master likes his slave
to learn restraint.  At least, up until a point.  Earlier, when he was
teasing you with the flogger, you bounced about like a kangaroo."

"It hurt," said Lisa in an aggrieved tone.

"I wonder, did it really hurt?"

"Not badly," Lisa admitted.

"He will never hurt you too much," said Anita, rubbing Lisa's foot
more gently now.  "He will ask you to explore your own capacity for
pain, as well as other things, but he will never demand more of you
than you can give.  Do you understand?"

"I don't know," said Lisa, an earlier fear creeping back into her
voice.

"Trust me," said Anita.  "I am right about this.  So you must set
aside the fear of too much, which is what you were reacting to
earlier.  You were not flailing about because of what *was* happening,
but because your mind was full of what *might* happen."

"That's true."

"Part of learning restraint is pulling yourself out of anticipation,
out of fear, into a fullness of the moment.  You must train your mind
and your body to accept what's given, no more, no less."  She set
Lisa's foot down and lifted the other one out of the water.  "Let's
try it," she said as she began washing her ankle.  "Don't squirm when
I touch the sensitive parts."

"I'll try," said Lisa.

"Relax into the moment," coached Anita as she worked her way down
across the top of her foot, gently massaging her toes, and then around
to underneath.  This time, when she lingered on the ticklish spots,
she felt Lisa's body tremble above her, but Lisa did not flinch at the
sensations.

"Good!" said Anita.  "You have a natural instinct for it."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to do it with... him," said Lisa.

"You'll learn quickly," Anita assured her.  "But you will also learn
when to abandon your restraint.  The master likes his slave to
practice her discipline, but past a point he wants you to show off the
overwhelming effect he's having on you."

"He wants too much!" said Lisa.

"It's not so very difficult, you'll discover.  Your power lies in
convincing him that he's broken your ability to resist."  Anita was
massaging Lisa's strong calves as she talked, working her way up
around her knees.  Lisa was ticklish behind the knees as well, Anita
discovered, but the other woman immediately masked her ticklishness
and stilled her body as Anita worked.  "Good," Anita breathed.  "You
will do wonderfully."

Past her knees Anita's fingers spread out along the length of Lisa's
thighs, the firmness of her quads, the broader roundness of her
hamstrings.  She lingered a while in this area.  She was fascinated
with the shape of her legs, enticed by the way they changed as they
rose, how they so subtly began to flare out from leg into something
else, bottom, hip, the graceful juncture in between.  Lisa was still,
very still, until Anita's fingertips brushed close to the top of the
insides of her thighs, when she sighed a little and bent one knee,
opening her legs a little farther.

Slowly, hesitantly, Anita stood up again, behind Lisa.  With a fresh
lather of soap she went to work on Lisa's bottom.  "The master wanted
me to take extra care here," she said softly, "in case he had left you
too tender."

"You have healing hands," Lisa said with a giggle, and she hummed
lightly while Anita massaged away the remnants of the master's
flogging.

She worked the soap vigorously along Lisa's hips and across her cheeks
before dipping down into the valley between.  Her fingers slipped
easily along the length, and Lisa only reacted when Anita's fingers
came into contact with her rear opening.  Lisa whimpered and shook her
hips as Anita washed her there, and she pushed back against Anita when
Anita's hand slipped farther forward and slicked across the mound of
her bare womanhood.

"It is so smooth," Anita whispered, now close to Lisa's ear.  "So
soft.  Like baby skin."

"Yes," Lisa answered.

"Does Leo like it?"

"Leo suggested it."

A thrill went through Anita.  "So," she said, drawing her hand back
again, trailing one finger behind the rest, down the length of Lisa's
pussy as she withdrew, "Leo has his own particular appetites."

"Oh, yes," Lisa breathed, huskily because she was so aroused and
Anita's finger so slick with soap that it had easily parted her lips
and tickled the sensitive inner tissue as it passed by.  "But he
doesn't seem to care to... to..."

"To dominate you?" Anita finished for her.

"Yes."

"Then perhaps my price will be well-named," said Anita, filling a
pitcher with water and dousing it over the parts of Lisa's body she
had just washed.

"I don't understand," said Lisa.

Anita took a thick, long-looped towel from a rack and chafed it
roughly over Lisa's body to dry her off.  "I am preparing you to be
with the master," said Anita, "and in return I ask to be with Leo."

"Oh," said Lisa, as if she hadn't considered that side of the
possibility.

"Surely you can't be surprised," said Anita.  "Have you been so
smitten with the master that you've failed to notice the attention Leo
has paid to me?"  She poured some moisturizing lotion into her hand
and began applying it evenly over Lisa's skin.

"I, I knew Leo thought you were beautiful," said Lisa slowly.  "He
watched you all evening at last year's holiday ball.  I was jealous."

"Are you still jealous?"

"Of course.  I am not beautiful in the deep places that Leo sees in
you."

Anita's head swelled with the thought that Leo's penetrating gaze had
found so much to desire, but she just said, "And you think the
master's education will help you find those deep places?"

"Did it help you?"

Anita smiled.  "Yes.  It is not a path that suits everyone, or even
most.  But for those of us who find it enticing, it can help you find
those places.  However," she added, "you must consider what you will
do once you have discovered them, how you will hold on to them."

"How do you do that?"

"I am starting by offering you to the master, and by asking for Leo."

There was a long pause as Anita finished applying the lotion.  "I
accept," Lisa finally said.

"Good," said Anita, her assured tone betraying the trembling she felt
in her gut, regret at leaving the master, excitement at the
possibility of Leo.  She suddenly had an image, of Leo coming inside
her, that made her blush at her own longing, at her desire for that
one thing that the master found so distasteful.  So simple a thing. 
She rinsed her hands and reached for yet another bottle, a small
decanter filled with a deep rubicund oil.  She poured a few drops onto
her fingers and with two fingertips anointed Lisa's nipples with it.

After a moment Lisa took in her breath.  "It tingles almost to burn,"
she said.  "What is it?"

Anita took another few drops on another fingertip and ran it lightly
around the outline of Lisa's mouth.  As Anita completed her tracing,
Lisa suddenly captured her fingertip between her lips and pulled it
into her mouth, and now it was Anita's breath that caught at the
suction and the pull and at Lisa's tongue flitting around her finger
as a bee would a bud, or as Lisa might a cock, or, Anita fantasized
with another sigh, a clit.  Lisa had sucked the last of the spiced
balm from Anita's skin by the time Anita withdrew her finger.  "Ah,"
gasped Lisa as the peppery fire spread in her mouth, "water, please." 
She pulled ineffectually at the leather cuffs that still held her fast
to the iron rod.

"You must learn restraint," said Anita, placing a hushing finger
against Lisa's lips, refraining from allowing Lisa to suck it in
again.

Lisa whimpered and tried to be still.

Anita said, "The intensity will pass in a few moments," and then knelt
in front of her.  "It is peppermint extract oil," she said, dispensing
another measure.  "This formulation is very rare, very expensive.  The
master applies it only on special occasions."

"The master applies it?" Lisa queried, allowing herself to hang a bit
heavier from the bar as she spoke, so that her legs relaxed open.

Anita insinuated her hand again between Lisa's bottom and began to rim
her tiny asshole with the fiery oil.  "Yes," she said, zeroing in on
the very opening itself.  "He applies it to all the places he plans to
have me that evening."

Lisa whined and clenched her ass cheeks at Anita's implication, as
well as at the heat that the oil was beginning to lick into her
bottom.

"But I'm not the master," Anita reminded her, feeling like perhaps she
had been toying too cruelly with Lisa.  "I only send you to him with
all possibilities available."

She poured a final, larger measure into her hand and massaged it into
the pale butterfly wings of Lisa's vulva.

"Oh," said Lisa.  "Now, I like that."

"It's always been my favorite, as well," said Anita, spreading the oil
now to the fluttered opening between her legs.  There was no question
that Lisa had risen to an intensely aroused state.  The inner folds of
her cunt had turned out pink and pearlescent with her copious
lubricants, and it was to these engorged ridges that Anita now applied
the peppermint oil.

"Oh," sighed Lisa as Anita's finger ran lightly at first north and
south the entire length of her opening, adding the oil's slickness to
what Lisa's womb had already produced on its own.  Anita added some
more oil to her fingers and slid two of them up and inside.  They
disappeared at once, drawn inside by Lisa's hunger, and Anita felt her
own pussy quickening at the soft rippling folds her fingers
encountered inside the other woman.  But delighted as she was, Anita
drew herself back to her business, hooking her fingers down to brush
Lisa's G-spot with what peppermint remained on her fingertips.

Lisa was moaning and fucking at Anita's fingers now, having forgotten
her call to restraint, but Anita was through instructing her.  Now it
was time to turn her over to the master.  So she withdrew her fingers
and with one more application of the oil swirled it copiously around
Lisa's clitoris, which was by now engorged with arousal.

"Oh, God," moaned Lisa.  "It burns like nothing I've ever felt.  I've
never been on fire like this."

Anita knew the signs.  Lisa could climax at any moment, and indeed,
Anita felt an unaccountable urge to bring her over.  She wanted to
taste the split fruit that hovered tantalizing inches from her face. 
She wanted to touch her lips to Lisa's unadorned vulva, to feel their
polished smoothness against her cheek, and indeed, to taste her
peppermint-spiced juices, to slurp and feast on the bursting cherry
that crowned her opening, to experience the fierce inflexion and slow
melting of the female orgasm as felt through another woman's body.

Lisa was, if anything, even hungrier than Anita.  "Please," she
begged, thrusting her cunt right up against Anita's nose, "release me!
 Make me come!"

But that would have to be, perhaps, for another time.  Anita knew it
was best to deliver Lisa to the master drunk and dizzy with arousal,
as alive and open to the opportunities he would present to her as
possible.  So it was with that thought in mind that she planted only
the lightest of kisses on Lisa's proffered pussy before she drew back.
 She looked up Lisa's towering body until their eyes met.  "Restraint,
remember?" she smiled somewhat regretfully.

Lisa's expression said, "Fuck restraint!  I want you!" but she was in
no position to act on the notion, as Anita sat back.

"We have lingered perhaps overlong.  The gentlemen will have long
since settled their part in this arrangement.  Let me clean myself up
quickly and we will return."

"Let me tend to you," Lisa said eagerly, but Anita knew restraint
would fly out the window if she allowed that to happen, so she washed
her body and wrapped herself in a short cotton robe before she freed
Lisa from the cuffs.  Lisa stepped out of the tub on trembling legs,
working the knots that had formed in her shoulders from being
stretched upwards for so long.

"There is one last thing," Anita said, hunting for something in the
bottom of her jewelry box.  "I was waiting for a special occasion to
surprise the master, one night when I was feeling perhaps a bit
willful, as I have been inclined to feel lately, yet the night had not
yet arrived."  She found what she was looking for and walked back to
Lisa.  "Now I think I will decorate you instead, gift-wrapped for the
master."

She opened a small box and withdrew twin tension rings, each a thick
strand of silver threaded through a single green garnet stone.  She
opened pulled the beaded ends of one of the rings open and held it up
to Lisa's breast.

"Ow!" said Lisa, when Anita let it pinch back together with her nipple
in between.

"It doesn't truly hurt," Anita stated without sympathy.  She knew by
now Lisa's proclivity for pain.  She affixed the second ring to Lisa's
other nipple.

"That's very nice," said Anita, admiring the small exotic accent it
added to Lisa's already lovely body.  She reached out and flicked one
of the garnet stones.  The stone ticked against Lisa's areola but the
ring itself remained securely fastened.  Anita gave a small sigh. 
"It's silly, I know, but I bought them thinking they would match my
eyes.  But I think they look like they belong on you."

Lisa tentatively reached a hand up to fondle one.  "I've never
imagined them before."

"You will experience many things here you never imagined before," said
Anita, and then, after one last long look at Lisa, took her hand. 
"It's time to present you to the master."

Lisa allowed herself to be led along but said, "What about anything
for me to wear?"

"You're perfectly outfitted," Anita said with a wink, and led her the
short distance back through the side door of the evening room.

Leo was seated, flipping through a large book of erotic art.  The
master had obviously been prowling impatiently.  "What the devil have
the two of you been--" he began when he heard the door close, but
stopped short when he saw Lisa, naked, the silver rings affixed to her
nipples, the green jewels bouncing in time with the natural sway of
her breasts as she walked.  With each step they turned out small
flashing reflections of the room's light.

Anita let go of Lisa's hand and stood aside.  "I bring you a present,
Master."

Anita watched the master fight to steady his breathing as Lisa stopped
in the middle of the room.  "Turn around," he said to her.  She did,
presenting her backside to him for a long moment before completing the
motion.

With an effort, the master lifted his eyes from Lisa to Anita, who was
looking at him with no discernable expression on her face.  "Is the
gift freely given on all accounts?" he asked her.

"It is," answered Anita.

"And you," the master addressed Anita, the tiniest quaver in his
voice.  "You are at peace with the arrangement?"

"Change can be refreshing," she said.  Her eyes traveled briefly to
Leo, who had closed the book and was observing the proceedings, his
focus on Anita above all.  He lifted a tumbler of scotch and sipped
slowly as he watched her.

The master read their looks and nodded slightly.  "Leo and I have
agreed, as well."

"It took us far shorter a time than it did the two of you," added Leo,
a twinkle in his eye.

"We discussed it intimately," responded Anita.

"The two of you may continue your banter at your leisure," said the
master.  "Lisa and I will retire to my chambers."  He picked up the
flogger he'd used on her earlier and held it out.  "Carry this, Lisa."

Her eyes fixed firmly on the implement, she took it from him and
instinctively followed him as he strode from the room.  He paused only
briefly, at the door, to glance at Anita.  "Thank you," he said
simply, and exited before Anita could make any response.  Lisa
followed a few steps behind, the flogger trembling in her clutch as
she rounded the corner.

Anita stared at the empty space by the door for a moment.  Just like
that, something had ended.  Her mind had gone blank.

She was summoned back to the moment by Leo's mirthful voice.  "Well,"
he said, "I thought we might never find a moment to ourselves."

She turned in his direction.  "Have you thought of it?" she asked,
regaining her composure and her wits.

He had risen.  The book lay open on the table in front of the sofa. 
He was walking slowly in her direction.  "Ever since I first saw you
at the holiday ball," he said, his voice more serious now.

She wanted to meet him in the middle but instead she waited for him to
come to her, filling the distance by saying, "That has been some time
ago."

"And I've been working to arrange a visit ever since."  He was halfway
across the room now.  She could feel the air charging around her.

"Surely," she said coyly, "a lovely woman like Lisa was enough to
bring your mind back to its senses."

"Lisa's nothing but a girl in comparison," he replied, nearly close
enough to touch her now.

"But she is so--"  Her reply was cut short by his mouth covering hers.
 His lips and tongue were urgent, famished, and she was his feast. 
She answered with her own appetite, licking, sucking, tasting,
drinking the earthy remnants of the scotch from the deep corners of
his mouth.  Their bodies were fast against each other.  His hands
gripped her hips and she felt his hardness.  His lengthening erection
sought her out through their clothes and she wanted to take it in her
mouth and feel it growing between her lips, to feel his cockhead
swelling with every swipe of her tongue.

But kissing him was too good, too deliciously tantalizing.  Restraint,
she reminded herself with a secret inside smile.  Some of the rules
still applied.

Finally they released each other and stood back, slightly dazed. 
Leo's hair looked as if he had just stepped in from a rascally fall
breeze.  "I hope I wasn't too forward," he said at last.

"Inexcusably forward," she admonished, straightening her robe, "but
then again," she added, sweeping her hand around the room, "this place
does not stand on the customary conventions."

"Well," he said, running a hand through his hair, "that was the best
way for me to answer your question about Lisa."

"Will she like it here, do you think?" asked Anita.

"You know this place better than I," said Leo.

"But you know Lisa," replied Anita.

As if on cue Lisa's voice carried out to them, a startled cry that
ended in a moan.

"I think she will," they both said, which made Anita giggle.

Leo walked over to her but instead of throwing himself at her again,
took her hand and led her to the settee where he had been sitting. 
"And you?" asked Leo.  "Do you plan to stay?"

"There can be only one master and only one slave," said Anita.

"So many rules," Leo mused as they sat.

"Do you plan to allow her to stay?" asked Anita.  Her short robe had
ridden far up her thigh but she did nothing to pull it down.

Leo shrugged.  "I have no control over her actions."

"She wanted something more," Anita observed.

A loud report of the flogger came to them, followed by another cry
from Lisa.  "Obviously," said Leo, and placed a hand on the exposed
creaminess of her thigh.

Anita felt a melting sensation between her legs.  There were many
things she wanted to ask Leo, so much she wanted to know about him,
but after everything that had transpired so far that evening, she
found it increasingly difficult to think in rational terms.  "Well,"
she shuddered at last, "Lisa will stay and I will go."

Leo stroked her flesh with his thumb.  "You will not change your
mind?"

"No, no.  I am quite decided on the matter."

"Where will you go?"

She looked at him, his cerulean eyes, his sandy mane of hair.  "I
would like to be a free woman."

Surprise and disappointment clouded his face.  He withdrew his hand. 
"I see," he sighed.  "I suppose that--"

"I want to be free to choose for myself," she interrupted, grabbing
his hand and placing it back where it had been, perhaps a little
higher and to the inside.

His answer was another kiss that seemed to sweep both of them up.  His
hand trailed upwards until he matched the dancing of his tongue with
fingertips fluttering along the ragged petals of her cunt.  She, in
answer, reached for the buckle on his pants, unsnapped him, unzipped
him, eased his cock into view and kissed his chin, his neck, on her
way down to finally taste the source of the heat that had been boring
into her all night long.  He was already urgently hard.  She would not
get to feel him come to fullness in her mouth as she had fantasized
about a few moments ago, but perhaps she would get to show him her
skills nonetheless.  She felt saliva flood her mouth as she thought of
sucking him, of thrilling him, of swallowing everything he could give
to her.

But he stopped her.  His hand trembled with his desire to feel her
mouth on him, but still he was firm and he inclined her chin upward
again.  "What will you miss?" he asked huskily.  "What will you miss
the most?"

Almost as if some part of her had answered before she could speak,
another sharp report came from down the hall.  The master was turning
up the intensity, and Lisa's cries and moans snaked through the air.

Anita said, "It will take time to adjust to the freedom--"

"I'm not talking about that!" Leo said in practically a hiss.  "I'm
talking about this!"  He swept his arm across all the contents of the
evening room.

"Oh," said Anita.  She looked around.  At this moment, in her state,
everything looked inviting to her.  To be spread and bound on the
table, to be loved and licked with leather and fucked almost to pain
with the fattest dildo her master owned, to be taken in the mouth, in
the cunt, in the ass.  All the memories converged in her mind and she
was unable to separate them, unable to pick one delight above all the
others, until her eyes came to rest on the strappy sling hung by
itself in the corner, and suddenly the menagerie of sensory
recollections peeled away and she was left with only the one thing
after all of the others: flying.  The closest feeling one could get to
weightlessness.

"The sling," she breathed.  "It is my favorite."

Leo undid the sash of her robe with the touch of a finger and it fell
away as he picked her up and carried her to the corner.  They crossed
the room to the call-and-response of the master's lashings and Lisa's
ecstatic cries.  She felt his exposed cock brushing against her bottom
with every footstep.  When they got to the corner with the sling Leo
stopped.  He stared at it.  After a minute he said, "I, uh, I'm not
sure how it works."

Anita giggled and kissed him on the cheek before she slithered free of
his arms.  She sat down gingerly, letting the sling shape itself
around her, tingling as gravity wrapped the soft straps tightly around
her back and bottom.  She looked up at Leo.  His formal attire was
rumbled with their making out.  The untucked tail of his shirt hid his
erection like a sheet draped over a soon-to-be-unveiled sculpture. 
She was thrilled at his rapt curiosity, and after she had settled all
the way in she picked her feet up off the floor, snuggling even more
tightly into the sling's embrace.  The sling hung from the ceiling by
four thick support straps.  Anita lay back and raised her feet,
spreading her legs until one foot was at each of the front support
straps.  Attached to each strap was a cuff.

"Put them around my ankles," she instructed Leo.

She was fully open to him now, her legs a wide vertical V, her breasts
risen along the arch of her torso, her long black hair hanging loosely
through the spaces in the straps and brushing the floor, her cunt
pulled open into a crimson canyon tipped with rose-red walls.  Leo
barely managed to breathe as he took in her fullness.

Recalling her earlier conversation with Lisa she brushed her hand
across her pussy.  "Do you wish I was shaved here?"

"I can't imagine you more perfect than you are now," he answered.

"Maybe I would like to try that sometime."

"You would be perfect that way, as well."

She sighed happily and wiggled her feet.  "Strap them up," she
insisted.

Leo shook his head.  "You've been restrained too long..."

"It doesn't work otherwise; I can't hold this position without help
from the cuffs."

"You know best," he said with a cocked eyebrow as he went to work
securing her ankles to the thick supporting straps.

When he was finished she smiled and closed her eyes.  "Now I am
floating in every way."

Leo began to explore her then, with his hands and his mouth, covering
her with traces of his fingertips and his tongue, from the upturned
soles of her feet to her forehead.  The sling rocked slightly from his
movements.  But he was urgent with lust and didn't make great
lingering sport of his exploration.  He was too hungry for her.  He
quickly zeroed in on her mouth, her neck, her breasts.  He leaned
forward to take one of her nipples eagerly between his lips and the
sling swung away, causing Anita to giggle.  Leo brought his hand up
underneath and gripped the bare flesh of her bottom and held her in
place and she gasped with the electricity that passed between them
when he sucked her nipple into his mouth.  She wanted to clutch his
head tightly to her and hold that ecstatic suckling connection, but he
was gone too quickly, slipping smoothly down her body, from the plate
of her sternum to the compliant softness of her belly to the wide-open
invitation of her cunt.  And once there he wasted no time with tender
greetings but dove straight into her drenching wetness with his
tongue.  Using the hand on her bottom as leverage he pulled her to him
until her puffed-out lips wrapped around his lips, and she whined as
his tongue danced and probed the furrowed walls inside her, and his
nose bumped against her clitoris.

After a minute of this he pulled back and leered up at her, his face
glistening with her juices.  "I am beginning to see the attractions of
this device," he said, and dove back in, only this time he drove her
mad by keeping his face still and swinging the swing slowly back and
forth.  She moaned with pleasure when her pussy closed around the
tautness of his tongue and groaned with frustration when he swung her
back and she felt it slipping free again.

Anita was so strung out into limbo that she had forgotten about the
master and Lisa, and it was only when the master suddenly burst into
the evening room that she thought about him again.  He was disheveled,
his shirt halfway untucked, his face red with exertion.  Beads of
sweat stood out on his forehead.  "I've never had one so unaccountably
stubborn," he fumed, half in frustration and half in admiration,
talking more to himself than anyone else.  He was clearly preoccupied,
going straight for the cabinet that held his choicest whips and
floggers.  "She is already bending my hand toward the sterner
instruments," he muttered as he picked a leather crop with a
devilishly tipped tail from the cabinet.  He swung it appraisingly and
Anita clenched involuntarily at the sharp hiss it made in the air. 
The master had only used that particular whip on her twice, and when
it struck her it had felt like knives of fire slicing through her
flesh.  She had been over a year in his service before she had been
ready for it.  She wondered with a sudden surge of jealousy what Lisa
had demonstrated to him that he should so quickly determine her
capable of such an advanced implement.

Leo seemed unperturbed by or unaware of the master's sudden entrance. 
He had not broken his rhythm, continuing to swing Anita slowly
backward and forward again onto his waiting tongue.  The gentle
sensation of Leo's tongue fucking overlaid on the intensity of her
memory of the whip combined to make Anita feel as if she were floating
somewhere quite outside of herself.  As she floated above herself, she
observed her body shimmering with ecstasy.  She was keenly aware of
her beauty, her wantonness, the leonine stranger kneeling between her
legs.  The way he eased her back and forth was almost worshipful, yet
the sight of his tongue formed into a taut pink prick disappearing
inside her was positively pornographic.  She heard herself whimper.

The master looked around at the sound, as if noticing for the first
time that he had company in the room.  She saw the look of
consternation on his face.  The momentary unreality of seeing his
faithful slave seeking her pleasure from another man.  Possessiveness
clenched his cheek muscles for a moment before he mastered himself.

"You two have made yourselves at home," he said brusquely, slicing the
air one more time with the crop.

Leo didn't answer, except to slightly increase the tempo with which he
brought Anita forward onto his tongue.  Anita thought she would
disintegrate with the energy charging the air.

"I'm surprised at you, Leo," said the master, watching Leo happily
bury his face between her legs.  "I never went for that sort of thing
myself.  It seems a little... soft."

Leo said, "She seems to like it," timing his statement with Anita's
outward swing, so he never broke the constant rhythm.

The master looked at Anita, unable to mistake her demeanor as anything
other than consumed with passion.

"Right," said the master after a moment.  "I'm glad it suits the two
of you.  I think the evening has revealed more than one true nature." 
He swung the crop one last time, with a fixated purpose.  "Now, if
you'll excuse me, I have a student in urgent need of instruction."

He turned on his heel and left, Bernoulli spirals troubling the energy
field in his wake.  Nothing changed for a few moments.  Anita rocked
back and forth against Leo's tongue.  Leo's measured breath warmed her
pussy.  Then suddenly came the crack like lightning, the lashing
report of the crop's tail against Lisa's skin, and Lisa's cry,
following it like thunder, as a whole new storm broke in the master's
chambers.

Anita grabbed strong handfuls of Leo's mane-like locks and jammed his
face hard against her pussy.  "Do it!" she commanded him, and he did. 
As the master's whip sliced to the core of Lisa and her darkest
pleasures poured forth in a pitched crescendo, Leo captured Anita's
clitoris and sucked her orgasm out of her with such dizzying force
that she experienced a sensation deeper than anything the master's
lashes had ever sounded out.  Her floating consciousness slammed back
into her body, which had collapsed to the singular paroxysm of her
orgasm.  It had all led up to this, her time with the master, the
drawn-out maneuvering of the long evening, had all culminated in this
concentrated star of pleasure that now possessed her, and when it
persisted long after any normal orgasm had subsided, she began to fear
that it might never stop and that she would lose herself forever in
it.

Finally she wrenched Leo's head from between her legs and he fell
back, gasping.  He had been so swept up in Anita's sustained climax
that he had forgotten that he needed to breathe.  Anita had pulled his
magnificent hair into a tangles mess, and his face was drenched in her
secretions as he gulped for air, but his eyes danced as if touched by
magic.  Anita had trouble focusing on him at first--her vision was as
mixed up as the rest of her--but when he came into sharp view she saw
that he was looking at her in awe.

"That," he finally said with a crowning deep breath, "was the most
amazing experience of my life."

Your life? Anita wanted to say, but she couldn't banter at the moment.
 "Come," was all she could manage, and he rose and stripped out of his
clothes and stood in front of her, and she was suddenly aware that,
while he had had ample occasion to see her fully exposed, this was the
first time she had actually seen his body, and somehow it was exactly
as she'd known it would be: strong and subtle, without the
overpowering truculence of the master's body, as if his strength had
settled in him deeply but unmistakably.

Anita, suspended in mid-air as she was, did not have leverage of her
own to draw them together, so she reached for the closest thing, his
cock, which danced as she closed her hand around it.  "Come," she said
again, smiling as she pulled him cock-first to her.  The swing
inclined forward and she tipped his cock to her entrance and sighed as
she felt its heated crown pressing against her, spreading her lips and
opening her canal around its wide flange.

Leo placed his hands on her hips and pulled her against him.  Nothing
had ever been easier.  His cock went into her like it had been
uniquely formed to her inner space.  Even as he stretched her, she
felt herself settling back snugly around his length.  When he brought
her fully against him, when he was embedded to his root, she smiled at
him happily.  He began moving the sling in the same practiced
back-and-forth rhythm he had used when he was fucking her with only
his tongue, but now he was exploring her with the much more fulfilling
dimensions of his cock.  He seemed amazed at what he was feeling.  His
eyes were wide and all-encompassing.

Anita bucked her hips as best she could given her position.  "Come on,
lover," she urged him, and that was all it took to inspire him, and he
heated up, and instead of moving her against him, he began thrusting
his own hips, so that when he fucked vigorously, the sling snapped
backwards of its own accord, and soon he was rocking her wildly and
she bounced like a spaceship hitting the outer edges of the
atmosphere, but it was Leo who was catching fire, burning up, and it
wasn't long before he wrapped the flames of his fingers around her and
smashed their loins together, spending himself madly within her.

Years.  It had been so many years since Anita had experienced the
sensation of a man coming inside her.  She had never understood the
master's distaste for it but she had never questioned him because he
was, of course, the master, and in time she had grown used to pleasing
him in all the other ways, and she had nearly forgotten such a
fundamental joining of man and woman.  And perhaps it was because it
had been so long, or perhaps it was because Leo burned with more fire
than any other man she had ever met, but she got lit with each hot
burst that bathed her deep places, so much so that even as she and Leo
were annealed with the heat, even as he pumped her full of four, five,
six helpings of his come, she found herself coming again, from
nowhere, with a squeal of shock, clutching down around his gushing
manhood, milking even more out of him than he had already given to
her.

When they were both finally all finished he lay heavily against her,
the sling supporting both of their weight.  She cradled him until his
breathing steadied again.  All was quiet throughout the mansion.  Down
the hall, the master must have finally found what he sought in Lisa
and given her her release, and Anita wondered if he had taken Lisa the
same animalistic way he had the day he had claimed her, or if he was
withholding himself, waiting for some other opportunity.  With a smile
she realized that it didn't concern her any longer.  A page had
turned, a new chapter was about to begin.

Finally Leo stirred and withdrew and she was left with only the sticky
warmth he had left behind.  He freed her legs from the sling supports
and began to massage her calves.  "Are you cold?" he asked.

"No," she said, even though their intermingled sweat was beginning to
cool in the air of the huge room.  She didn't want him to do anything
else just yet.

"I would like it," he said in an uncertain tone, "if you would choose
to accompany me."

"Where?"

"Wherever I go."

"I think I will."

He looked suddenly relieved, as if he had been worrying over the
prospect.  He adored her.  She understood that.  It made her happy.

He massaged both her calves until she really began to shiver with the
cold.  He got her robe.  "Let me get a few things," she said as he
wrapped it around her, "and we'll go tonight."

When she returned from her chambers a few minutes later she was
dressed in black pants and a blouse.  She carried a small travel bag. 
Leo had dressed, as well.

"That's it?" he asked, looking at the bag.

"The slave has few possessions," she reminded him.

"Ah, right," he said, though she knew he didn't really understand.  He
reached out to take her hand.

"There is one last thing," she said, and placed her travel bag in his
hand.  "Hold this, would you?"

He watched as she opened a closet and removed a step ladder.  She
placed it next to the sling and ascended the rungs.  Balancing
precariously on the top step and stretching to reach the high ceiling,
she carefully unhooked the sling from the eyehooks that secured it to
the ceiling.  It fell to the floor with a soft hush of leather and
fabric.  After putting the ladder away she gathered it up in her arms.

She answered his puzzled expression by saying, "I'm not a slave
anymore.  I'm taking this.  Will you find me a place to hang it?"

He smiled broadly, the heat in his eyes rekindling at once.  "I am at
your service," he said, taking her arm, and they escorted each other
from the master's house.


THE END
Walt9899
October 21, 2004

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