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.  

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That said, enjoy!....? 

NightShade


















The President's Club, Chapter 12

by NightShade

first posted 4/97, revised 1/99

Sandi woke up cradled in her girl friend’s arms, floating 
in the frothy steamy water of the Jacuzzi.  Never in her 
life had she had felt so satisfied, so fulfilled, so 
complete.  Or so decadent.  She floated languorously in her 
post-orgasmic haze as Karin gently stroked her striped 
breasts with soft hands, whispering in her ear the 
endearing terms Karin had herself heard from her mysterious 
Sam.  It seemed so long ago now, yet in her mind, the words 
and the memories were as fresh as yesterday.

"Karin?"  Sandi stirred in her grasp.

"Hmmm?"

"You were a total bitch!” she said softly, then paused.  
“Thank you!"  It was almost a whisper.

"Oh, Sandi, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...  All I wanted...  
I didn’t know how hard...  I’d never done been on that 
side."

"Hush, kiddo.  It was great.  You were great.  What I meant 
was, if I had known ahead of time what you were going to 
do, I wouldn't have let you do it.  But now that I know 
what it’s like, I want it again."

"Was it really good for you, Sandi?  Honest?"

"It was totally good."

They lie still for a while, soaking in the feelings and the 
in the heat from the swirling water.

"Sandi?”  Karin hesitated.  “Uh, you know it's better with 
a man."

Sandi thought, carefully weighing her response.  “Are you 
offering me Sam?" she asked, tentatively.

The hands on her breast stopped their caressing motion and 
she felt the stinging drops of Karin's tears falling on her 
shoulders.  Even after all this time, Karin was still 
totally in love with this mysterious Sam.

"I can’t.  I don't have Sam to offer you.  But if I did, it 
would be his decision, not mine."

"Hey, lighten up.  I was just kidding!  I don't want Sam, 
honest.  You know me better than that.  But,” she got 
serious, “how can I just let a man do this to me?  I can’t 
just hand one of my dates a whip, smile and bend over for 
him!  In my position, no pun intended, if something like 
that ever got out, my career would be ruined."

Karin came back to the point.  "So.  Do you really want to 
do this again?"

"Yes."

“With a man?”

“Yes, damit!  What’s your point?”

"A man will hit you harder, hurt you more."

"I know that – I guess, anyway.  Yes.  He would."

"A man will want to fuck you after."

"I know that, too.  That's kind of what I want.  I am so 
horny right now that water spigot is looking tempting."

"What about getting a hard cock rammed up your ass?  Have 
you done that before?  You felt pretty tight in there."

"God, I want it there most of all.  Even though that was my 
first time, it was great!  I want to do it again, for real 
this time.  It felt so nasty, so- so dirty.  I’d have to be 
tied down, though, or he’d never get it in me."

Karin dropped one hand down to the ‘V’ between Sandi's legs 
and began urgently massaging the sensitive flesh there.  
Sandi felt the billowy breasts convulsing spastically 
behind her back and finally realized the massage as a 
diversion.  

"Are you laughing at me?"

Karin burst out in a peal of laughter, throwing her head 
back in hilarity.

"Your first time?" she got out between spasms.  "With all 
your sophisticated lovers, that was your first time?”  She 
howled at the indignant woman’s little secret.

Sandi sulked.  "I never let anyone do that.  I always 
thought it was dirty and that it would hurt really bad.  
But after the whipping, it didn't even hurt!"

This brought more laughter from Karin until finally Sandi 
joined in the contagious actions.  When they settled down 
Karin asked her, “Do you know anyone who could do it to 
you?  Someone you could trust to be discreet?  Someone who 
would enjoy it, would get aroused, sexually?  You don’t 
want someone to vent frustrations when you’re helpless like 
that, I would think."

For some reason, Sandi immediately thought of that young 
patrolman at her last station.  There had been some quiet 
rumors about him and what he liked to do.  But, as there 
had been no specific complaints filed, she couldn’t and 
didn’t press the issue.  If those rumors were true – and 
she had some inside knowledge they were – he would be 
perfect.  If it ever got around, though, her career would 
be over.  She grinned.  He was kind of handsome, too, she 
recalled.  She wouldn’t mind getting fucked by him, either 
way!

She spoke up, hesitantly.  "Well, there was this one guy.  
He worked for me at the last precinct.  There were some 
rumors, so I investigated.  I heard some pretty reliable 
stories about what he liked to do to women, but no one ever 
filed a complaint.  But, shit, he can't know who I am, 
ever.”

Karin thought a minute.  "I have an idea, Sandi.  It just 
might work."  She proceeded to outline her plan to Sandi as 
the two conspirators relaxed in the hot healing water.

A week later, Ben Johnson, the unsuspecting young 
patrolman, rang the doorbell of a huge mansion.  He was out 
of his district, way off his usual beat.  He didn’t know 
any people who lived in this neighborhood, or any who could 
afford to, either.  It was out of his price range.  He had 
received a sealed envelope with orders from the 
Commissioner's office to report here, to this address, for 
a "Special Assignment".  He had double-checked the orders 
with his boss, and his boss' boss.  They had both checked 
and then confirmed the unusual orders.  They didn't know 
any more than he did, and they didn’t like it that they had 
been by-passed.

The door opened silently while he was turned around, 
looking back out over the manicured grounds.  He didn’t 
hear it open.  He quickly turned around at the sound of a 
feminine cough.  He gave an audible gasp when he saw the 
gorgeous woman who opened the door.  She looked him over 
appraisingly, as well, a pleased smile on her face.

"It's nice to know I am still appreciated by the man in the 
street," she said wryly.

"Oh, Ma'am, Ummm, I'm sorry, Ma'am, I meant no disrespect, 
Ma'am."  He was clearly shaken.

"None taken, Officer.  Please do come in."

She stepped back and he entered the luxurious foyer.  Karin 
and Sandi had been busy redecorating, putting the feminine 
touches to the house to make it their home.  She led him to 
a sitting area and stood behind a chair.

"Sit down, please."  She indicated a seat across from her 
chair.

He sat on the edge of the chair she indicated, holding his 
cap in his lap.  He was obviously nervous.  She could see 
the wheels going round and round in his head, trying to 
place her, if he recognized her, if he had met her in a 
bar, something.  He drew a complete blank, and that 
frightened him even more.

She decided to put him at ease, sort of.  "I understand you 
are probably nervous about being here.  I would be, if I 
were in your shoes.  I am going to make you a proposition.  
You will have to make a decision to accept it, or not, 
based on very little information.  I apologize for that, 
but it is unavoidable and necessary.  

“My name is Karin Saunders.  That is all you need to know 
about me.  If you dig for any more information about me, as 
young policemen tend to do, it will, well, ruin your career 
and the careers of other fine officers.  That is not at 
threat nor is it intended as one.  It is simply what will 
happen.  

“What you will be asked to do here is not illegal, nor is 
it police business.  As I said, after I have explained it 
more fully to you, you may decline to participate without 
any consequences whatsoever to you or your career.  Your 
decision to participate in any activities here must be 
completely voluntary, unofficial, and absolutely never 
discussed outside of this house.  Do you understand those 
terms?"

Ben nodded his head slowly, although it was clear to Karin 
that the whole situation baffled him.  He understood the 
terms.  It was the reasons behind them that escaped him, 
and that scared the shit out of him.  Whenever Ben ran into 
unusual or particularly dangerous situations, the skin on 
the back of his head would tingle or itch, warning him.  It 
had not stopped tingling since he had parked his car 
outside in the long drive.  But he was curious.  She had 
said he could say 'No'.

“OK, so far,” he said.

Karin nodded and cleared her throat, "Officer Johnson, I 
have to ask you some questions.  Please answer truthfully, 
even if the answers are embarrassing.”

He nodded, clearly wary.

“Are you married?"

"No, Ma'am."

"Please, call me 'Karin.'  Are you engaged?"

"No, Ma'am – er, Karin."

"Prospects?"

She was asking some personal questions, and he was uneasy 
about the direction.  His last long-term relationship 
shattered on the rocks of policeman's stress and his 
peculiar need to dominate and inflict painful pleasure.  
That break-up had been almost a year ago, but he was still 
rather touchy about it.

"No, and I don't like your prying."

"I understand, Officer Johnson, but I promise you'll see 
the reasons for these questions shortly.  If I may, there 
are just a few more?"

He nodded curtly, not believing her.

"Is there anyone special?"

"NO, Damit!  The last girl, well, we, umm, broke up," he 
snapped and started to get up.

Karin shifted nervously and looked to the side into the 
room next door.  Receiving reassurance, she continued.  
"Please understand Officer Johnson, I have to ask these 
questions.  It is important.  May I continue, or would you 
like out now,...?"  

She didn’t say it, but he felt her teasing him with ‘before 
you even know what it’s about.’  Not only that, but someone 
else was here.  He sensed it.  His curiosity got the best 
of him.  "Please continue.  I guess."

"They are very personal questions," she restated.  “More so 
than they have been.”

"Go ahead and ask.  You said I could leave if I wanted."

"Are you gay?"  She didn’t ask accusingly or negatively.  
It was an honest question.

He blushed.  "NO!  Definitely not."  He smiled openly at 
her, and made a mock leer.  “Especially not when there are 
women as beautiful as you around.  No, ma’am.”

She laughed lightly and smiled at him reassuringly.  "We - 
uh - I didn't think so.  Just checking."

He heard a soft giggle coming from the other room.  He was 
even more curious about what in the Hell this was all 
about.  ‘Nothing ventured, nothing gained’, as they say.

Karin shifted her weight from one foot to the other.  His 
policeman's instincts told him that she was nervous about 
the next questions.  These must be the important ones.  He 
was on his guard for a trick.

"Uh, what do you feel about pain in a sexual relationship, 
Mr. Johnson?"

He nearly shit in his uniform at this question.  He made no 
secret of his dominant leanings the station, but he didn’t 
store whips and chains in his locker, either.  He realized 
suddenly that his summons to this house had come from the 
Commissioner's Office.  He shriveled inside.  He might as 
well resign and move on.  Any chance of a career in this 
town was over.

"Is this an I/A investigation?  Did my ex-fiancée file a 
complaint against me?" he queried.  His voice was almost a 
whisper, very intense.  

"What do you feel about pain in a sexual relationship?"  
Karin did not answer his questions, but merely repeated her 
own.

He held his head in his hands.  “This is about my old girl 
friend, isn’t it?”  He had had a gut feeling about her.  He 
knew it would come to this.  He had pushed her too hard.  

Karin noticed his despair.  She decided to follow it up.  
“Did you tie her up?”

Pale and shaken, he soaked his shirt with nervous 
perspiration.  "Yes," he admitted.

"And you hurt her?"

"Yes."

"Did you do this to her because you were angry with her?"

"No, I wasn’t mad at her or anything like that.  That 
wasn’t the intent of what happened.  It's just, well, for 
some people, well, pain seems to make sex better.  Giving 
it, getting it.  I thought - ... Well, I had hoped that she 
might ..."  He tailed off.

"Do you enjoy doing that to women, tying them up and 
hurting them?"

"It’s not as bad as it sounds, but, yes, I do.  Well, I 
usually do.  With her I discovered that I only get aroused 
if the pain excites my partner, too.  Please understand, I 
get aroused by ‘normal’ sex, too.  It’s just that, well, 
having complete control over someone, having someone submit 
to me, well, it gets me hot.  It excites me a lot.  

“With my fiancée, my old girlfriend, she had reluctantly 
agreed to try it, but only if I went real slow – which I 
did!  She could tell how much it meant to me, but she was 
scared, too.  She had had a bad experience with her step-
dad, uncle, or something.  I cared about her so much, I 
just wanted to share this part of my life with her.  

“The one time we tried it, I had only just tied her up.  I 
hadn’t really hurt her at all, and I wasn’t going to go any 
farther than a couple of hand slaps on her butt, not until 
I thought she could take it.  Until she wanted it, I hoped.  
Maybe I never would have.  I was so excited, just tying her 
to the bed, seeing her helpless like that.  It scared her 
too much, I guess.  She sort of hurt herself struggling in 
her panic and I felt so bad.  She panicked, like, all of a 
sudden, and I couldn’t get her released fast enough.  She 
went berserk.  I had to take her to the hospital and get 
her a shot to calm her down.  

“I'm awfully sorry, Ms. Saunders.  If there's anything I 
can do for her, say to her?  She wouldn't talk to me or 
take my calls, and I ... I’m sorry."  He had concluded that 
she was his old girl friend’s lawyer, relative, or 
something.  

Karin smiled.  He was perfect.  Sensitive and no mean 
streak she could sense.  The information about his ex-
fiancée had not been picked up in their research, but what 
had happened was not surprising.  She didn’t have much 
experience, but from what Sandi said, most women weren’t 
like Karin, who craved pain and bondage naturally.  Most 
women had to be seduced into enjoying pain, as Sandi had 
been.  Karin thought it was probably possible for most 
women to enjoy it, when done with tenderness and care, if 
only to allow their partners to have the pleasure of her 
submission.

Ben sniffled and sat up straight.  He was embarrassed for 
baring his soul in front of this beautiful woman.  He 
shuffled his feet uncomfortably, waiting for her next move.

Karin was pensive, thinking.  She had made Sandi let her 
make the final decision.  Sandi wanted this too much and 
could not be objective about this guy.  She looked at him 
in light of his lengthy response.  He was no Sam, that was 
for sure.  The young officer was a little inexperienced, 
but that could be good and bad.  She looked him over for a 
long time, looking for a sign.  What she saw underneath his 
nervousness and inexperience was a younger version of Sam.  
He was about the same size and all.  What struck her as she 
looked at him now were his eyes.  They were dark blue, 
twinkling serious and playful at the same time.  They were 
Sam’s eyes.  

She held out her hand, silently inviting the unseen third 
person from the next room to enter.  "Ben, I would like to 
introduce you to Lady X."

Ben sprang to his feet as a goddess in kinky bondage garb 
floated into the room.

"Lady X, this is Ben Johnson.  Please, sit here," she said 
to the second woman, indicating the chair in front of her.

Ben stood, speechless.  The first woman, Karin, was 
beautiful.  This second one was an absolute goddess.  She 
glided lightly to the chair and sat down in front of Karin.  
Karin placed her hands gently on her shoulders and caressed 
them.  She urged the stunned patrolman to sit back down.  
Ben and Lady X sat facing each other.

Ben shut his open mouth.  His eyes were fixed on the vision 
in front of him.  Tall, she was tall.  Blonde.  She had 
blonde hair.  He could see her ponytail, and her pussy hair 
was blonde, too.  Legs.  Loooong legs ending in thigh-high 
heels that pointed her slender feet almost straight down.  
Beautiful shiny leather boots wrapped tightly around her 
shapely calves and thighs, ending just below her bare 
crotch.

Her waist was wasp thin, held in by the tiniest corset he 
had ever seen.  Her waist flared out to the most sumptuous 
hips, accentuated in their ripeness by the squeezing 
corset.  The shiny black cincher ended just below two of 
the most beautiful tits he had ever seen.  Perfect cones of 
snowy white flesh proudly pointing out at the world.  They 
were the size of large grapefruits, but with her height, 
she was perfectly proportioned.  

He stared for a long time at her nipples.  Spring-loaded 
sharp-toothed clamps joined by a heavy silver chain dangled 
from them.  The teeth bit into the tender ruby flesh.  The 
heavy chain between the clamps bounced and swung as she 
moved.  Even as she breathed, the weight of the silver 
chain tugged the brave buds downwards.  The tough little 
buttons fought gravity valiantly and kept the clamps 
standing out from the ivory flesh of her tits.

Her graceful arms and shoulders were completely bare, a 
strange anomaly that struck him as incredibly sexy.  A 
thick leather posture collar was banded tightly around her 
neck.  It led into a full hood that left only her nose and 
eyes visible.  Her hair, the ponytail, cascaded up and out 
of an opening in the top.  The hood was tightly laced up 
the back.  The smooth area over her mouth was ovaled and 
indented, as if a tight-fitting gag had been installed with 
the hood.

Lady X bowed gracefully to him from her chair, her tits 
swaying slightly with each swing of the heavy chain.  Karin 
had remained silent during his long appraisal of the hooded 
woman.  She had worked long and hard getting this outfit 
together and she knew Sandi looked hot.  She appreciated 
his response to her work.

"Ben?  ...  Uh, Ben!" she brought him back to earth. 

"Huh?  What?"

"Lady X has some particular requests, and has asked me to 
ask you if you would help her with them.  After what you 
have told me today, I think, perhaps, you may be able to 
help her out.  You may be able to help each other."

She looked down at Sandi.  "Lady X, do you wish to submit 
to the desires of this man?"

Sandi nodded.  It was a firm nod, no doubts in it.

"Do you do so voluntarily?"

Sandi nodded again.

Karin helped her to her feet.  She lifted one immaculate 
hand to her lips and kissed it gently.  Ben noticed the 
tenderness that passed between the two women.  He also 
noted their similarity.  He figured they must be sisters, 
or something.

"Lady X, your hands are free, your feet are unbound.  You 
are free to choose your own direction, your destiny.  What 
do you choose?"

Lady X hugged the moderator tightly to her bare chest.  The 
clamps dug in and twisted cruelly at this gesture, but Lady 
X gave no indication of the pain.  Then the leather clad 
woman turned to face the stunned policeman.  She walked to 
the side of his chair and gracefully laid herself across 
his lap.  She wiggled to settle herself and then crossed 
her wrists behind her back.

"If you accept the offer of her submission to you, use your 
cuffs to bind her."

Ben couldn't get to the long plastic loop on his belt fast 
enough.  He slipped it around the delicate bones of her 
wrists and ratcheted the thin nylon loops tight.  His heart 
was pounding in his ears.  To slow his thoughts and catch 
his breath, he traced the veins in each soft arm up to her 
elbows.  He reveled in the delicacy of that ivory skin, the 
softness.  This goddess was bound, over his lap, at his 
mercy.  He looked up at Karin.  There were tears on her 
cheeks, but they were from happiness.  

Karin caught his eye and walked over to him.  Lifting up 
his hand to her lips, she placed a kiss on his open palm.  
"Lady X is giving you a tremendous gift – her trust.  You 
may do to her whatever you wish in this house, except for 
one thing.  You may never remove her hood or learn her 
identity.  In addition, I must warn you.  If you mark her 
permanently in any way without explicit permission from me, 
I will cut you balls off.  Slowly.”  She grinned, softening 
the bald threat.  “I don't think I will have to do that, 
though.  She trusts you.  I trust you. 

"You may use any room in the house for your, uh, 
‘activities.’  There are additional, umm, shall we say, 
‘facilities’ in the basement, as well, which you may find 
helpful.  My wish, our wish is for you to take her to the 
heights of pain and pleasure and beyond.  It is her 
specific wish that when you have her there, that you then 
take her in the pussy or up the ass.  But take her with 
love and tenderness."  

Having said that, Karin turned and walked out the door of 
the house, leaving him alone with this vision from his wet 
dreams stretched out across his lap.

Ben sat in a daze.  This was too good to be true.  He 
traced the deep crease down the center of her firm ass with 
his finger.  Lady X wiggled erotically in response to the 
wandering digit.  He gently cupped the ivory hemispheres, 
one in each of his strong hands, pulling them up and apart.  
Her pink sphincter winked at him, beckoning him to enter.  
Releasing her ass cheeks, he watched their elastic motion 
as they rebounded back together, hiding her teasing asshole 
from view.  He realized he was as hard as a rock.  Lady X 
had already discovered his hardness and was rhythmically 
humping herself on his lap, trying to stimulate her clit.

He gave a tentative, but solid, slap at the creamy 
hemispheres.  There was a satisfying whistle of air out of 
the woman in response.  Her ass cheeks immediately stuck 
out for more punishment, begging him with their audacious 
posture.  

"Lady X?"

The hood nodded in response.

"The other lady, Karin, is gone.  I don't know what your 
relationship is with her, but if she is forcing you to do 
this, I will stop.  So I will ask you myself, do you really 
want to do this?"

A definite bobbing of her head confirmed her desire to 
continue.

"You are not drugged or being coerced in any way?"

She waggled her whole body in negative response.

“Is this conversation being recorded in any way?”

Again, she waggled ‘No.’

"Have you done this with a man before?"

She waggled again.

"This, this is your first time?"  His voice was 
incredulous.  He hadn’t thought that the two women might 
have tormented each other.  As she lay there, he wasn't 
sure but he thought she was laughing.  He didn't know he 
had used the very same emphasis as Karin had only a few 
days earlier.  

It struck her as incredibly funny.  She was unable to enjoy 
the humor, however, as she was brought up short.  She 
realized just how restrained she was, because she choked on 
the gag when she started to laugh.  She bobbed her head.

"You know this is going to hurt."

She bobbed.

“You know this excites me, sexually, that is?”

She rubbed her body against his lap in response.  She knew, 
alright.

"I may want to fuck you afterwards, or even during our time 
together.  Do you understand I will not ask your permission 
to take you however I wish?"

A most emphatic bob made him smile.  She had the right 
idea.  He fingered her asshole and she bobbed her entire 
body up and down, almost working herself off his lap.  

"Should I ask you any more questions?" he asked her, 
laughing at her enthusiasm.  He was getting very excited.  
It had been a long time.

A similarly emphatic waggle was interrupted by a satisfying 
SMACK of his hand on her left ass cheek.  She stiffened and 
screamed into the gag, eager to be on her long climb up the 
mountain.

Shit!  Karin had been right.  A man was different.  His 
hands were larger, his blows more solid.  She could tell by 
that first swat that this was not a game with him, but 
serious business.  Most of all, she could feel it in his 
whole being, he enjoyed what he was doing to her.  No, she 
corrected herself, he enjoyed what they were doing 
together.  She was a part of this, too.  

Ben made the climb up her orgasmic mountain long and hard.  
His technique was to blister one cheek, leaving the other 
completely alone.  The contrast between the sensations 
coming from the adjacent spheres heightened the experience 
for the recipient.  The slaps to the abused cheek went on 
unabated for several minutes, accompanied by a gentle 
caressing of the untouched cheek.  

Lady X was going crazy.  This ‘fire and ice’ technique he 
used was blissful agony.  She rolled her hip to try to 
direct his swats to the other, ignored cheek, but he was 
too experienced for that.  The pinkish color of her ass 
turned to a dangerous red, looking angry and bruised.  

Ben knew better.  The hot blood flowing to the spanked 
skin’s surface was over-oxygenating the nerve endings, 
deadening the pain.  Soon she would not be able to feel the 
swats anymore and he would have to switch to the other 
cheek to continue the torment.  Then, when that one was 
numbed, the first one would be hyper-sensitized and he 
could start over.  Back and forth, back and forth.  A good 
spanking could go on for hours.  He intended this one to be 
a very good one.

His fingers visited the dark cleft between her legs.  It 
was damp and warm.  He slipped his middle finger into her 
cunt.  He held it still in the hot tunnel and felt the 
tremors of her passing orgasms squeezing it tight.  He 
broke out in a hot sweat as he imagined his hot prick in 
that velvet vice.

After he had put her glowing ass through several cycles of 
fire and ice, Ben brought his thumb to bear on her ass 
hole.  She pushed eagerly up against the intruding digit 
and he slipped it in up to his palm.  Twisting his hand, he 
brought his other fingers to bear on her cunt and double 
fucked her to climax.

She lay across his lap, panting.  He could see the sweat 
running freely from her armpits down the sides of her 
hanging breasts, onto the nipple clamps and finally, 
dripping from the swinging chain to the rug below.  They 
both rested for several minutes.

He helped her to her feet.  She turned to face him, her 
eyes her only form of expression.  He looked at her eyes.  
They showed no fear, just excitement and anticipation.  She 
clearly wanted more.  He was eager to give it to her.  

"Show me the basement."  It was a command. 

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