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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THE USUAL WARNINGS:  

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

This is a fantasy.  You will have to loosen your clench on 
reality a little when you read it. 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 and/or 
physiologically improbable.  

Also, as is the case with most of the stories in this 
newsgroup, all the women in this story are beautiful; 
gorgeous, even.  Gravity has not caused their breasts to 
droop nor have creased wrinkles their unblemished faces.  
The men (the leading men, at least) are hung like bulls.  
They can get it up and keep it up often and at will.  In 
this special little fantasyland, there are no STDs, morals, 
or unwanted pregnancies; and guilt is a four-letter word.  
But most important of all, no amount of strength of 
character, courage of convictions or moral beliefs stands a 
chance against an erotic stimulus.  This can be as benign 
as an accidental glimpse of a bared ankle or as stimulating 
as a whipping on the genitals.  


For those of you who didn’t understand the preceding 
statements, GO AWAY!

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.  If you don’t, GO AWAY!

You have been warned!

If you enjoy this story and feel the urge to post it on a 
<free> site, at least give me (NightShade) credit for it. 

So, stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy the 
story!....? 

NightShade






















The President's Club, Chapter 16

by NightShade

first posted 4/97, revised 6/99

Sandi's new promotion vaulted her into the city’s social 
stratosphere.  She hobnobbed with rich and famous people on 
a regular basis now.  Her date/escort on these occasions 
was the young handsome Officer Ben Johnson, much to his 
embarrassment.  The evening gowns and dresses his boss wore 
on these occasions showed way too much of her voluptuous 
body for him not to notice her beautiful figure.  He 
confessed his troublesome thoughts to his silent love, Lady 
X.  He told her that he was beginning to have lusting 
thoughts for his boss.

He didn't notice the correlation, but after each 
confession, the clothing his boss wore was even more 
revealing.  The constant swirl of parties and dances was a 
complete nightmare for him.  But in the end, it was his 
salvation.

It was the annual masquerade ball, a huge charity event, 
that was the downfall of Lady X.

Sandi had arrived early, Ben later.  He insisted that he 
only needed to escort her, not be her transportation, as a 
real date would be.  It also limited the amount of time he 
was alone with her, and he was to the point of not being 
able to control himself.  Sandi thought it was sweet that 
he wanted to be true to his Lady X.  But what she really 
wanted was for him to ravish her, and she had never failed 
yet.

When Ben entered the gala event, he dutifully scanned the 
crowded floor for his boss.  Suddenly, his heart stopped.  
She was here.  His Lady X.  He would know that body 
anywhere.  All thoughts of finding his boss were gone.  He 
walk on air over to her.  She was talking with some people 
when he walk up.  

She saw him and turned.  "Why, here's Ben now.  Ben, you 
forgot your mask!"  She smiled up at him with her eyes, 
those eyes he had gazed into so often behind her leather 
hood.

Dumbfounded, he mechanically slipped his mask to his face.  
His boss was Lady X.  He was positive, no mistake.  But 
why?..how?  Ben had always thought fast on his feet.  He 
decided, in an instant, to go on the offensive.

He offered her an elegant bow.  "Why, madam, I don't think 
I have the pleasure of your acquaintance.  Would you, by 
chance, be the mysterious Lady X?"

The on-lookers laughed appreciatively at his wit, although 
they didn't know how deep the shock had hit Captain 
Billings.

She nodded numbly.

"Then lovely Lady X, may I have the pleasure of this 
dance?"

Not giving her a chance to respond - and per chance to 
refuse - he grasped her hand firmly and pulled/dragged her 
to the dance floor.  She didn't refuse, nor did she 
respond.  She was stunned.  

Suddenly Sandi realized what it was.  The mask!  Of course, 
the mask!  She sagged in defeat.  Her career was over.  She 
would loose it all.  All her planning, all her sessions 
with Ben, all her love.  Lost!

She staggered.  Ben, the gallant partner, caught her 
gracefully under the arms and swept her to him in an 
extravagant maneuver, still playing to the crowd.  They 
were still watching, always watching, smiling at the two 
lovers.

That everyone knew they were lovers was common knowledge.  
That everyone was wrong, but, in a way, right, was 
irrelevant.  Everyone was still watching.

"Come on, Cap'n, work with me!" he whispered.  His use of 
her title snapped her to her senses.  She looked up at him 
and gave him a weak smile.  She did an elegant spin at his 
command, and re-entered his open arms.

"It was the mask," she stated.

"Uh-huh," he said.

"What are we going to do?"

"We?  I don't know about you, but I'm going to enjoy this 
dance with my Captain, my partner, and wait impatiently for 
my next Special Assignment.  What are you going to do?"

"Oh, Ben.  Ben.  Ben.  I love you so.  I.."

"Sssshhhh.  Not here.  Don't blow it now, ma'am."

She clung to him, grabbing desperately at the lifeline she 
had thrown him.  The first dance moved into the second and 
then a third.  They danced all night, and never noticed the 
approving, and envious, glances of the crowd.

That night Ben slept with his real love for the first time.  
They made normal, passionate love.  Karin heard the noise 
in the next room and froze when she heard the screams of 
BEN, BEN, BEN.  She waited for the angry yelling, but none 
came.  An awful feeling came over her.

She peeked through the crack of the door and saw her friend 
riding high in the saddle, sliding up and down on Ben's 
solid prick.  She closed the door quietly and smiled to 
herself.  Sandi was happy at last.  She would work the 
details out later.

It was also at one of those high-class social gatherings 
that Sandi heard the first whispers of the upcoming annual 
President's Ball.  The mention of that event electrified 
her.  If she could find the event, she could find the 
elusive Sam Adams.  Her heart in her throat, she began 
using all her investigative skills to ferret out the 
information she needed.  She succeeded.

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

Abby was sitting at her desk when she visited by a Captain 
Billings from the Police Commissioner's Office.  A flash of 
the badge proved the identity of the caller.

"The president is out of the office until next week, 
Captain Billings."

"That's OK.  I just need some information about a person 
I'm trying to locate."

"Sure, anything I can do to help."

"Have you worked here long?"

"About 10 years."

"How long have you worked for the president?"

"The whole time."

Sandi looked at the young woman.  She must have gone right 
to the top in a hurry.  "What can you tell me about the 
President's Ball that's going on next week."

Abby paled.  No one outside of a very small group knew 
about the Ball.  The policewoman's question scared her.  
She stiffened visibly.  "Is this official business?"

Sandi hesitated.  "No," she confessed.  She looked around 
the open office.  "Can we go somewhere and talk privately?"  

Abby pushed a button on her phone to hold her calls.  
"Follow me."

She led Sandi to a quiet conference room down the hall and 
closed the door behind her.  Sitting down, she motioned for 
Sandi to take a seat.

Sandi continued.  "A dear friend - my best friend - met a 
man at the Ball several years ago and has been devastated 
since.  I would like to see if I could get the two of them 
back together.  If both parties agree, of course."

Abby grinned.  Another broken heart story.  It happened 
every year.  Which was why the men used aliases.

Sandi went on.  "I'm trying to reach a man who used the 
name 'Sam Adams.'  I was hoping you could get in touch with 
him."

Sandi had seen Abby's reaction to the mention of Sam's 
name.  Abby had reached up to touch the tip of her nipples 
in a gesture similar to Karin's and her own since she had 
gotten her nipple rings.  "Eureka!" thought Sandi.

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

The mention of Sam brought a twinge to Abby's pierced 
nipples.  She had met Sam just over 10 years ago - at the 
President's Ball.  She had agreed ahead of time to the 
bondage and pain that followed, because she had been 
attracted to the man and because she was young and reckless 
and wanted to try it.

They had gone to the cabin in the mountains and she had 
gotten her golden rings.  But there had been no spark, no 
chemistry, between them and, handsome and sexy as he was, 
Abby would not marry without love.  She had not minded the 
pain, but had not repeated the visit to the cabin.  He had 
hired her immediately because he could trust her to tell 
him the truth.  She always had.

She had kept the rings, too.  At least, until she got 
engaged.  She smiled to herself.  When they were dating 
prior to her engagement, her husband, Eric, had been beside 
himself to feel her tits and to get her into bed.  She 
always said 'No'.  She didn't want him to see the rings and 
have to explain them.  She would have told him the truth 
and it would have killed him.  

She even had to knee him in the groin once to cool him off.  
Then she had immediately dropped to her knees and sucked 
him off for the first time to make up for her kneeing him.
She giggled at the memory.  Her poor baby was so confused 
at her actions.  She had continued to suck him at every 
opportunity, still did, in fact, and he quit trying to 
force her into bed.  He still tried, but he respected her 
when she declined.  Getting a first-class blow job as a 
refusal probably helped keep him interested.

Unintentionally playing hard to get accelerated his 
proposal for marriage.  When it came, she made him wait 24 
hours for her answer.  That made her even more mysterious 
and intriguing to him.
She had gone into her boss' office early the next morning 
and closed the door.  She sat in the chair across from his 
desk.  He looked up smiling, and immediately came to sit 
beside her.  He was a very sensitive man and sensed 
something was bothering her.

"I want to get married."

"Why, Abby, that's wonderful.  It's Eric, right?"

She nodded her head.

"What's the problem?”

"I still have the rings you gave me."

"Oh, I see.  Does Eric know?"

"He's never even seen them."

"Ah, I see better.  And how can I help?"

"I need to ask you if I may take them off."

"Abby, I'm touched.  Very touched.  But, of course you may.  
Your heart belongs to another now.  I have no claim on 
you."

Abby looked up at the handsome man.  "Yes, you do.  You 
always will."

He leaned over and kissed her gently.  Rising, he went 
behind his desk and got a jeweler's tool to clip delicate 
wires.  He held them out to her.

She shook her head.  "Would you do it?"

She opened her blouse and lifted her tits up to him.  He 
clipped first one ring and bent it slightly.  It slipped 
easily from the hole.  He repeated the process on the other 
ring.
When he finished he continued to stare at the lovely 
breasts of his loyal secretary.  Bending down, he placed a 
chaste kiss on the very tip of each.  Looking up, he kissed 
away the tears slipping down her cheeks. 

"Thank you, Abby.  I will always cherish these and the 
memories they symbolize."

He placed the rings carefully in a jewelry box and put it 
in his pocket.

"God, I feel naked."  She looked down at her bare tits, 
unadorned with rings for the first time in several years.

"You almost are!"

"You know what I mean!"  She giggled as she covered herself 
back up.

She had told Eric 'Yes' that night and had dragged him to 
bed.  He couldn't believe her change in attitude or her 
enormous appetite for sex.  When he noticed her pierced, 
but ringless, nipples, he went wild.  Something about them 
turned him on.  Every time he saw, touched or thought about 
those tiny little holes, he got very hard and fucked her 
hard even harder.  Even after they had been married for a 
couple of years they still turned him on.  

Abby was delighted.  Eric assumed her pierced nipples were 
a holdover from her wild college days and he never asked 
her about them.  She never told him differently.  On their 
first anniversary, he brought her a small silver heart.  
For her left nipple.  A heart for her heart

She made him solder it on himself.  The poor baby was so 
scared he would hurt her, he actually did.  A little.  The 
pain made it just a little more special.  

That night they fucked all night.  Eric never got soft.  
The next day he came home at lunch and they fucked again.  
And then again that night.  And the next lunch and so on.  
For several weeks.  After that, all she had to do was to 
wear a tight top with no bra that showed the heart poking 
through the fabric and Eric would screw her silly.

The next anniversary, she got him one.  When he opened the 
box and saw what it was, he paled visibly.  Swallowing, he 
said a weak 'Thank You' and tried to put it down.

Abby held up a piercing tool she had borrowed and gave him 
a wicked grin.  

"Oh, I'm so glad you like it.  We can do it now!"  

It took a half of a bottle of scotch, which she had also 
thoughtfully purchased ahead of time, and much cajoling 
before he bared his chest to the tool.  She didn't waste 
time, but plunged it through and through before he realized 
what was going on.

When he saw the blood, and finally felt the pain, he 
fainted dead away.  But she was proud that he didn't 
scream.  She heated the soldering iron and sealed the heart 
after she had looped it through the hole.  He was still 
passed out.

He found his ring as erotic as hers.  He needed only to 
touch it, or brush up against something to get hard.  And 
then he would fuck her hard.  She loved it.

Several days later Eric came in visibly upset.  He had been 
playing basketball at the gym and was on the ‘skins’ team.  
The tiny heart had caused a near riot.  First the guys 
razzed him.  One guy got a fat lip when he went a little 
too far and called him gay.  They all knew Abby and all the 
other wives and girlfriends, too.  

Finally, he had had to explain about her ring and his.  
This was his commitment to his wife, as he explained it.

Eric didn't understand why his wife started crying, but he 
enjoyed what she did for him afterwards with her mouth.  
And with her pussy and her asshole later that night.  She 
was a mad horny woman, suddenly.

Abby had received the first curious call a couple of days 
later.  One of the guy’s wives wanted to know if it was 
true, did it hurt, could she see it....

Abby laughed as she remembered the calls.  Each one of the 
team’s wives or girlfriends had come over in turn, looked 
and eventually ended up in bed with Abby.  Nothing serious, 
just good sex between girls.  And all of them got pierced 
and came back to show her.  And ended up in bed again.  
Some came back quite a few times.

Abby told Eric about all of them.  It excited him almost as 
much as the rings did.  He told her when the next heart 
showed up on the basketball court, and then the others.  
The guys just grinned at her when they saw her now and 
reflexively touched their own rings.

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"Abby!"

Sandi's voice brought her back out of her trip down memory 
lane.  She blushed.

"Abby, do you know who Sam is?"

She nodded that she did.

"Could you ask him if he would agree to meet Karin 
Saunders?"

"KARIN!?"  Abby’s eyes were wide and she paled noticibly.

"Oh!  Do you know her?"

"I, uh, I thought she was arrested for murder and was in 
prison.  That's what I told him."

"Someone else did it."

"Oh God.  Oh shit!  Damn.  I really fucked up!  He, Sam, 
has been a miserable wreck since then, too.  He hasn't 
dated or even flirted.  Some times I have to check his 
breath with a mirror to see if he's alive.  It's like he's 
not here, but he is, you know?"

"I know exactly.  No spark left, listless, half a person, 
yada-yada-yada.  Karin is the same way most of the time.  
She thinks Sam abandon her."

"Oh, no!  Never!  She must have been special.  Oh, Go, I 
really messed up big time!  But what can I do to help?"

Sandi and Abby grinned as they both realized at the same 
time that they had all the pieces to a small, but difficult 
puzzle.  They immediately put their heads together to begin 
planning a special reunion for the two forlorn lovers.  
Hell itself couldn't have stopped these two female cupids 
as they plotted to get their respective friends back 
together.

Abby suddenly had several calls to make.

Sandi called Sally, Karin's secretary.

The plot had begun.

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Karin was lunching today with her banker to discuss 
preparations for expanding to the international market and 
needed to confirm the letters of credit and the bank's 
support of the move.  Sally had set this meeting up with 
the president of the bank himself, and Karin was nervous.  
She was still uncomfortable around lots of money.  Even if 
it was hers.

She sat in the waiting room nervously tapping her foot.  
She hadn't gotten around much after she started working.  
New buildings and places unsettled her.  And Sally’s 
attitude today!  She felt like she had been on inspection 
before Sally would let her go.  She had even asked her if 
she had on clean underwear!  What nerve!

The secretary buzzed the president.  "The CEO of Saunders, 
Inc. to see you, sir."

"Show him in, please, Abby."

The secretary smirked at the small joke she was playing on 
her boss.  She was going to love to see his face when he 
saw this beautiful young woman walk into his office instead 
of an old man.  "This way, please."

She led Karin down to a huge door at the end of the 
hallway.  She pushed open the door and walked in, shielding 
Karin from the man.  She was just getting ready to 
introduce them when he froze.  Karin had stepped into full 
view and his face looked like he had seen a ghost.  He 
stood, the blood draining from his face, his mouth working 
but no sound coming out.

She heard a small strangled cry behind her.  Karin had seen 
her boss and stopped short.  She had reflexively raised up 
her hand to caress the tips of her breasts.  And she had 
called out “Sam,” except it came out stangled.

"Oh, to be a fly on the wall right now!," Abby wished.  It 
didn't come true, of course.  Sensing retreat was the best 
thing to do, she silently closed the door securely and 
walked down the hall to her desk.  She had a million things 
to do.  Add another name to the guest list, cancel the rest 
of the appointments for ‘His Nibs’ but first she had to 
make that call to Jacki's Boutique.  She dialed the stylish 
boutique on the first floor of the building.  

"Jacki, this is Abby in the bank.  I need something special 
for the Ball tonight. ... No, not for me, once was enough. 
... Oh, she's about 6 foot tall. ... Believe me, you'll 
have to send up your best stuff.  This lady will outshine 
anything you have in the store.  Perfect face, perfect 
body. ... The whole works, dress, necklace, shoes. ... Size 
7 or 8. ... I trust you, Jacki. ... Oh, and throw in a pair 
of hiking boots and pair of shorts and a top.  I have a 
feeling they'll be going to the cabin. ...Yeah, first time 
in a year! ... No, no underwear.  I don't think she's going 
to need it. ... Well, they're in conference now, so around 
6:00? ... Yeah, that kind of 'conference'. ... What?  Oh, 
charge it to Peter Jones.  He'll never notice."

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Karin looked down at the name plate on the desk.  "You're 
Peter Jones.  I never knew your name."

He paled.  "Karin…" he started.

"You didn't call."

"I tried.  They said Bill, your husband, was dead – 
murdered.  They said you were in prison.  I was away in 
Hong Kong and my secretary tried to get in touch with you 
the next day.  The last I heard was that you were arrested 
for his murder.  I should have tried harder, but I couldn’t 
get away, get back.  I have been miserable without you.  I 
didn't know K. Saunders was you.  By the way, this is very 
impressive!," he said, lifting up the sheaf of research 
papers on his desk.

She stood rooted to the spot.  Tears streamed down her 
face.  She had found him.  But would he still want her?

"Karin, come here."

She brightened, smiling through her tears.  She walked over 
to stand in front of him.  He looked down at her as if 
considering something.  He leaned over to the intercom and 
pushed button.  "Abby, cancel the rest of my day."

"I already have, sir."

Peter walked over to the double doors and locked them.  He 
crossed back to Karin and took her in his arms.  They 
kissed deeply.  As they kissed she quietly unbuttoned her 
blouse.  She pulled the edges back to expose her bare 
breasts to his starched shirt and tucked it in her waist 
band to keep it out of the way.  When she was done she 
threw her arms around his neck.  She hung on like a 
drowning person to a life ring.  She looked up into his 
eyes and smiled through her tears.

"I love you, Peter Jones/ Sam Adams.  I want to be with 
you."

"Karin, do you remember the night we met?  The President's 
Ball?"

"Yes."

"It's tonight.  Would you like to go?  I'm the host member 
this year.  Since I was gone for the last one, they 
rescheduled me."

His fingers found her bare breasts and he smiled down at 
her.  A shiver ran through her as he fingered the gold 
rings.  He pulled gently on them, stretching her tits as 
they talked.  He felt the chain connecting them and pulled 
back to look at it.  He nodded his approval as he tugged it 
lightly.

"Ooohhh Sssam.  With you?"

"Yes and no."

"What do you - OOOHHHHH - mean?"

"You're a CEO now.  You'll have to go as a member, not a 
date."

"Oh.  OOOOHHHH  YYEESS!"

She thought about it for a while during the erotic 
stimulation of her nipples.

"Can a member dance with the host?"

"It hasn't happened up until now, but there isn't a rule 
against it"

She tightened her grip around his neck.  He twisted the 
tips of her tits and she panted into his collar.  Business 
was forgotten.

"What are the rules?," she asked when she caught her 
breath.

He explained them all, even the ones about the prize for 
the best looking date and the percentage for the host for 
all contract signed at the ball.

"Sounds pretty sexist to me."  But she had immediately 
thought of Sandi.  Shit, would the rats run for cover if 
she brought a cop as a date!  And there was the new girl in 
Finance that had caught her eye.  She could win a prize, 
with a little help.  Might be fun to get her into the 
dungeon afterwards, too....  

She paused to think a minute and made a decision.  "I'm in, 
but the first man who calls me a lesbian for trying to win 
the prize will be eating his balls for breakfast.  Let 
everyone know that, OK?"

"Yes, Ma'am!"

"Any other rules?"

"No, Ma'am!"

She punched him playfully and then let her hands wander to 
his stiff prick.

"Can I be naughty tonight?"

"No.  It wouldn't be appropriate as a member.  Besides, I'd 
- Ooohhh, yes! -get jealous."

She giggled.

"Who shall I be?"

"How about Geraldine Ferraro?, the Democratic VP nomination 
a while ago.  She made it the farthest."

" 'Gerri'.  I like it."

She was quiet, but her hands were working at breakneck 
speed.

"Will 'Sam' be there?"

"Yes.  OOHH Damn, that's good!"

"Can Sam and Gerri go to the cabin?"

"As soon as the ball is over, but it's a long way up there.  
I don't know that Sam could wait."

"That's OK.  I've got a, uh, dungeon in my basement."

He pulled back to look at her with a raised eyebrow.  “Well 
equipped?”

“Not as well equipped as you are, but it’s adequate.”

“Close?”

“Five minutes.”

"Then ‘Sam’ and ‘Gerri’ will go there first, then the 
cabin."

"Will he spank her.?'

"Yes."

"Hard?"

"Yes."

"Will he tie her up?"

"Yes."

"Tight?"

"Yes."

"The way she likes?" 

"Yes."

"Will he fuck her?"

"Yes, Ma’am!."

"Hard?"

"Yes."

"Long?"

"Yes."

" and often?"

"Yes.  And, before she asks any more questions, in any 
orifice she wants." 

In a tiny little girl voice that cried out for arms to wrap 
her up she ask:

"Can Peter fuck Karin now?"

"Yes," he whispered quietly.

She sobbed her relief.  Her voice was still a whisper in 
his ear.

"I haven’t – How do you – What orifice do you want, Peter?  
"

"All of them."

"They're yours, dearest.  Only yours." 

He grinned at her as they slid to the floor in each other's 
tight embrace, oblivious to the world around them.  

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