Cute Girls

The Commuter

*Chapter One*

The buxom Latina with long, dark red hair and penetrating dark eyes over bright red, lush lips, sat across from me in a facing seat. We were once again on the evening”s “Silver Snake,” the Long Island Railroad commuter train home to Long Island, from New York City. Another day was done, and another short evening was ahead. But my mind was once again not thinking of going home. It was solely interested in drinking in every glimpse I could get of that beautiful woman across from me.

It was not the first time we sat this way. Commuters generally sit near a door they know will stop near their preferred spot on their respective home station platforms. They might do it to be closer to the stairs, or their car, or even the intersection they have to cross to walk home. In my case, it was for the latter of these reasons that I sat in the front of the train.

I didn”t know why the Latina Woman chose that same car, nor why she chose to sit in one of the few pairs of facing seats, since most people prefer the traditional “pew” styled rows. Some preferred the additional legroom afforded by the seats having to be far enough apart to accommodate occupants without forcing their knees up against the next, or in this case facing seat. Others liked them because you could talk normally to the person across from you without having to turn your head, a position that get uncomfortable after a time. I liked the facing seats because I had more legroom, and to open my laptop to make the trip useful. Only here would the lid be able to sit back far enough to let me see it normally.

Most women don”t sit in these seats unless they are engaged in active conversation with others of their sex. Facing each other also makes it easier to converse with their hands and all the other gestures they are used to using. It is also more dramatic to lean in and answer or ask a more secret question.

The Latina Woman was an exception. I don”t recall ever having seen her speak to anyone. She always had a book or something else to read with her. She always sat in the window seat of the three seat row, facing the rear of the train. My own favorite seat was directly across from hers, and one seat toward the aisle. That two seat row was infamous for really only holding one person, for the door opening mechanism at that unfortunate location occupied several inches of the space normally allotted to passengers. Few if any would venture in there.

On this night, I became the exception. I was late to the station, due to last minute work at the office. The doors closed before I even sat down. When I went to sit in my usual place, happy to see my Latina Woman aboard for my viewing pleasure that evening, I found someone already sitting in my seat. The woman was big, very matronly, and with her cane up against the seat.

She was a pain in the neck. Hardly a trip goes by without this woman taking whatever went bad in her life out on the people around her. On the train, this fortunately meant mostly the conductor. But tonight, I decided in a heartbeat, I was going to tempt the wrath of the matronly one, and sit in “no man”s seat.”

The facing seats forced people to interlace their knees. There simply wasn”t sufficient room otherwise. I looked at the matron”s stubby legs locked between the legs of a man across from her and knew I was going to have to step over. I also knew that the matron was not going to like that, but I was not to be denied the view of my Latina Woman. I offered an “Excuse me,” and stepped boldly over the obnoxious bitch.

“What are you doing?” She made as much movement and noise as she could to tell me just how inconvenienced I”d made her, and I was proud of my ability to ignore her as if she weren”t even there. I had said “Excuse me,” and that was all she was going to get. I got through and sat down, squished on one side by the matron, and the other by the box containing the door mechanism. We stared out of the station.

I had seen her many times, hardly able to miss her across from me, but also drawn by her exotic persona. I was curious about her life, what she liked to do, whom she might be found with, what she did with her spare time. My imagination would often run wild.

Despising the waste of an hour each way each day on the train, I used my laptop on every ride, and wrote. I would often prepare for my business day, or sometimes write fantasy fiction, just for fun, or some erotica, just for release. On more than one occasion people would look at me with some trepidation as I had broken out in sudden laughter. On other occasions I would look around to see if anyone was noticing the hard on under my laptop.

Commuters were very private while on the train, though they often “spoke” in other ways. While silence or muffled speech on cell phones were the only non-train sounds one might hear on the ritualistic daily transport, this striking Latina Woman wore a wedding ring that spoke on one particular volume. Yet, if my eyes were not deceiving me these past couple years, she did return my gaze now and then, and there would appear a barely perceivable wrinkle in the corner of her mouth. Her left eye would also twitch, giving me some kind of sign, I was sure. But alas, each night I would avert my eyes when hers caught me looking, and I would return to my private world on the laptop. Such a coward I felt.

And with all this time spent on the train on my laptop writing, my Latina Woman often became the unwitting party to a story. My stories often involved characters from the train. With an hour each way to let one”s mind wander, there was no telling what wild and crazy things had been done or were being envisioned by the hundreds of commuters on any train at any give moment. What was she thinking right then, I asked myself as I gazed once again at her flowing red hair.

On this evening, early in the summer and still bright and sunny, I examined her further as we emerged from the tunnel under the East River, just as I had done many times in the past. I tried to surmise things about her, also as I had done countless times, on this occasion as indicated by her clothing. She always kept herself well, neat, coordinated, seasonally dressed and properly made up, given her metropolitan local. I was amazed each time I considered such things for I was taking great liberties with my assumptions, basing most of them on hunches alone, and the results often reddened my face in a warmth of guilt and fantasy. I wondered again how often she had seen me looking.

We must have traveled into the city at different times each day, for I only saw her on the evening train, the 5:54 out of Penn Station. Like most regular commuters, we usually sat in the same seats each night. It was indeed ritual. In addition to the practical reasons, there were others too, like the solace in seeing the same people around you, a subtle, comforting recognition during these post 9/11 days in Manhattan. Routine was welcomed, and the complaining by commuters about lack of air conditioning, late trains or even impolite conductors had all but disappeared, except of course for the matron beside me. It was as if for the time of the commute, we were all dependent on each other for our safety and well being. There was little communication, and yet a quiet understanding of mutual protection and safety.

I fidgeted in my seat, day dreaming about what she might do in the city. Was she a secretary? No, too independent looking, too put together to settle for that. She would read each night, something from a book, or a news magazine or ladies journal. The news magazine was not secretarial behavior. Was she a business woman? Much more likely, though I seldom saw her with anything like work papers either. She could be a sales person, I supposed. She presents herself impeccably well, even on the train home at night. Why? I asked myself, why would she be so concerned with her looks at night?

If she were a sales woman, she might entertain business associates, but on Long Island? When she works in the City? This would not fit. Might she go to a second job? Somehow, the quality of her clothes was above the idea of someone struggling to make ends meet. Perhaps she went out when she got home each night. She wore a wedding ring with a large stone and perhaps her husband was also successful and they ate out every night to avoid coming home and preparing dinner.

I went on like this every night, trying creatively to figure her out. If someone asked, “Why don”t you just talk to her?” I would not have known how to answer. I have no problem speaking to strangers. If anything, I open my mouth far too often. Perhaps I didn”t want to bumble it with this precious gem of a woman. Or perhaps I was afraid that if I did talk to her, she might be friendlier than I desired and we would start something I couldn”t handle. It may even have been a combination of these and other reasons, though I doubted I could ever be sure.

Yet, this one night, after a particularly successful day at the office, and despite the people all around, I got up the courage to finally wink at her when she looked at me. Hey, I could always claim it was a twitch! To my own utter amazement, I instinctively followed my recognition of her with a smile. I suddenly realized I had broken a three year routine, or ice flow, and braced for whatever might follow.

She looked at me intensely, then askance to her left at other passengers close by. Apparently satisfied no one was watching, she surprised me and winked back, also with a smile. Frankly, I was shocked. Could this be? Moments later, she shifted in her seat. Her legs had been positioned in proper commuter fashion, hers between mine. Her tight skirt would never have allowed her to sit any other way. To my great surprise, and some embarrassment, she did however, spread her knees. Though it was not enough to alarm anyone nearby, the action pushed her knees up against mine, and spread her lower thighs at the hem of her skirt a good six inches apart.

She looked nonchalantly back at her obligatory paperback. I was now charged, rather than shocked, and shifted in my seat, causing my lower leg to slide up against hers, calf to calf. She looked up from the book, around again at our fellow, preoccupied passengers, and back at me. Fortunately, we were seated closest to the windows. Unbelievably, she lifted her knee, the one closest to the other passengers, and grasped her ankle with one hand and pulled it over her other knee. I could not miss the intent.

The view was as clear as it was intended to be. Her skirt hiked and rose sufficiently to let her thighs rise and spread. They were clad in dark hose, reaching only midway up her covered thighs, and topped by white flesh merging into red, lacey panties. The straps of a garter belt reached down from the still covered area above and clung tightly to the stockings. Her pussy lips were swollen and moist as attested to by the staining panties, pulled tight enough to demonstrate the contour of her lust-swollen flesh. I pulled my jaw shut and looked back at her lovely face in total surprise.

When our eyes met again, she smiled. She winked again with her right eye, the one toward the window, casually, confidently. Her red, glossy lips curled up and back in a perceptible smile. She looked around once more, and pulled a pen from her purse, and wrote something quickly in the margin of one of the pages of her paperback. Ripping the small piece from the page she reached out and placed it on the side of the knee of her crossing leg, nodding to me to reach for it.

I too looked around to see that we were still not suspected, of what I wasn”t sure, and then picked up the note, failing to take advantage of the opportunity to touch her more firmly. I wasn”t sure, but she seemed to demonstrate some disappointment when I did not. The note read, “Took you long enough. Hola!”

I stared at the note and read it several times, then looked up at her. She was smiling broadly now. In one moment, I realized that not only was this woman just as curious about me as I was about her, but anxious to carry our long awaited acquaintance to whatever length I cared to.

I looked out the window, deliberately avoiding her gaze, as if I had just surfaced from my own reading material and taken an eye break for a moment. I stared blankly out at the passing scenery, seeing none of it. This long time challenge, this gorgeous target of my lust and fantasy, had suddenly told me not only that she was completely open to my advances, but a little surprised at how long it took me to stumble into action. It was somewhat belittling, while it was tremendously exciting. As I came back from that realization of fantasy and refocused my vision, the scenery reentered my mind and I caught a glimpse of the Mineola Motel, next to the station we were stopping at. It was time to stop all the dreaming and childish foreplay, and act.

I jotted a message on the backside of hers, looked quickly at the closest passengers to see they were all distracted, and leaned forward sufficiently to slip the note onto her stocking covered leg, and slide it up and partially under the hem of her skirt. There was no reason for this, other than to tell her I was finally ready to add boldness and action to my persona.

She smiled again, more broadly, and nodded in a “Touché” kind of way. Then she slowly, deliberately reached down to the hem of her skirt, lifted it more than enough to slide the paper out into the open on her leg, and peeled the note free to read it. I looked around and no one seemed to have noticed. I also looked at the chasm between her thighs, freshly lightened by her temporary lifting of her skirt, and went the rest of the way to a full blown hard on.

Her red panties were clearly wet. How the hell did she get so wet so fast? I was at a loss to answer my own question until I was reminded by my burgeoning cock that I had experienced the same reaction. Are we that equal, male and female?

In my note, I had asked her what train she takes in the morning, and ended the question with a simple question mark. She got the point clearly and more aggressively jotted down another note on the margin in her book, this time just handing it to me.

I read the note and smiled at it. She had simply written the time of her train, and placed an arrow below, pointed right at the motel outside our window at that moment in the station. The train began to move, and I looked up, first at the Mineola Motel, beginning to glide by, and then over at her. She was reading her book, as if I weren”t even there. Had it not been for one more nudge of my leg with hers, spreading hers another couple inches and letting sufficient light under her skirt for me to again clearly see her lacey, red and very wet panties, I would never have realized she had just consented to meet me on the train, and get off at that stop for a “short stay” at the motel.

*Chapter Two*

My personal reading material the next morning, on a different than my usual train, was a large boating magazine. It served well to hide my window side hand as it ventured underneath and slowly eased the stretching cloth of my pants and briefs. The anticipation of my morning was more than a match for the mere distraction of another of man”s greatest hobbies. I shifted in my seat to facilitate and obscure my move and hoped I could get the little guy down before having to get up at the Mineola station. But then again, the Buxom Latina with the red flowing hair, and the perfect hour glass figure, the red lipped, full figured whole woman who had attracted me all these commutes, was no where to be seen. Normally, she would be on the train when I got off on the way home, indicating of course her stop was further west. But this morning, I was sure I counted the cars correctly and sat in the same relative seat as the night before. But she was no where to be found. We began to slow for Mineola.

I was near panic. We were seconds from stopping, and I could not see her. Do I get off anyway, assuming she is just on a different car? Or do I assume she was simply teasing me and nowhere near the train she had intentionally misled me too? None of these seemed correct in light of the way she handled herself last evening”s encounter.

Suddenly, she appeared in the vestibule of the car, not ten feet from me, and without even looking in my direction. She was dressed to kill, very short, black leather skirt, red, four inch spike heals, a loose fitting silk blouse puffed out at the waist of her skirt, and her flowing red hair, brilliant in the sunlight streaming through the train”s doorway windows. I didn”t see her face yet, but the body was unmistakable.

The train stopped, the doors spread open, and she stepped off the train. I was so entranced by her looks and the prospect of spending a day with her, I nearly forgot to do just that. I leapt from my seat and ran to the door, briefcase waving behind me. I just made it. The doors began closing even as I was half in and half out, but failed to trap me as I pulled my briefcase through. There could be no connection made by anyone on the train. A sharply dressed, exotic Latina Woman steps comfortably and purposefully off the train as the doors open, and moments later a frantic commuter tempts the fates once again and rushes through at the last second, putting his life in the hands of the safety features of the railroad”s train doors. And once again, the man”s life is spared, and absolutely no credit is recognized for the hated railroad. Though I had no idea at the time, that would be only my first failure of perception of the day.

*Chapter Three

The soft moan which escaped her lips was a prelude to what would come next, I had listened closely as Nan had first described to me what Jonathan’s desires were and though I had accomplished one of them, bondage, I knew he coveted a second and who was I to deprive him of it? Picking up the item hanging on the wall I walked behind her, letting my hands run their way over her, letting her feel my touch against the burgundy corset, over her breasts, her hips, her beautiful ass as she moaned at my blatant use of her. Finally my hand found her hair, twisting strands of it between my fingers as I leaned close and whispered, “Diamonds and other finery, you must be a very, very expensive whore my dear, are you not?” She didn’t have a chance to answer as I pulled her hair hard and as her mouth opened to cry out at the pain I wedged the red rubber ball between her lips before tightly cinching the gag behind her head.

As she hung there, bound and gagged I pushed her gently and her body begin to turn, her moans becoming louder, soon to grow both in frequency and in volume as I looked at Nan and said, “You will choose, the cat or the crop, which shall it be Lady Nan?”

My teacher, my friend had played her part to perfection and she did not fail me now saying, “Mistress, I fear you are being too harsh on her, maybe you should…”

I turned from her, walking briskly back to the wall saying, “Very well, both, an excellent decision m’lady, well done.” Picking up the cat o’ nine tails in one hand the riding crop in the other I advanced on the chestnut haired beauty so helpless in chains, so vulnerable, so available and I said, “I’m sure there will be many who will pay handsomely to turn such lovely skin so red, don’t you think my Wendy?” Her moan was all I could hear as I grinned and said, “What’s that, cat got your tongue?” and I laughed loud and long, putting down the crop and walking behind her as she tried to watch me, twisting to see what I was to do next.

Looking at Nan I pointed saying, “Her feet, shackle them as well”, and Nan moved quickly, sweeping the heels which had fallen and taking another set of chains, these attached to bolts in the floor. She secured each ankle, holding the woman now taught, unable to twist or turn, unable to keep me from having a blow go astray. “Wait, something is missing, now, what could it be?”

With that I walked over and pulled down a black silk blindfold and I tossed it at Nan’s feet saying, “Move quickly or you will suffer the same, is that clear?” The blonde did as I asked though for a second I could have sworn I saw a brief smile fill her face as she plunged the room into darkness, the helpless figure unable to speak, see, nor touch though she would feel the touch of the lash soon, very soon.

Nan had instructed me that one of the best ways to make what was happening that much more real to a submissive was through keeping them constantly off balance, constantly questioning what was happening and together we had worked up what was now to follow, a change of pace, a curve if you will and as we looked at one another we smiled as I said, “She’s not going anywhere, I need a drink, wait here and I will be back and then I’ll show this slut what happens to those who dare to act in such a brazen manner.” With that I went to the door, unlocking it and as I let it slowly close, the door locking as I stood just outside, watching and listening as Nan took over.

Nan moved frantically through the room, muttering to herself, a sight quite humorous to behold but not to the blindfolded, hapless woman whose only sense left to her was the ability to hear and she strained to listen to the words. She managed to catch snippets, bits and pieces saying Mistress had gone to far, what to do, and she”s gone mad. The blonde woman”s voice grew louder, her panic more evident until finally Wendy heard the sounds of her heels as she ran across the concrete floor, pulling a set of keys from the wall and seconds later the shackles being freed, though it sounded like Nan was trembling as she tried to fit the key in the lock while saying, “I”m so sorry Wendy, we have to get you out of here, now.”

One ankle was freed, the second in the process of being the same when the sound of the door being opened was heard. Nan gasped, her voice frantically saying, “Oh god no, no, no, please no”.

Her hands fumbling, she dropped the keys to the floor only to hear a voice, filled with fury say, “JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING WITH HER?”

The bound woman was unable to see what happened next, an Academy Award winning performance if there were. Both Nan and I had agreed in order to make this as “real” as possible for not only Wendy but Mia as well that we both would have to act out our parts and act them out we did. Nan”s cry as my hand found her hair, tugging it and her towards me while almost screaming, “I TRUSTED YOU, YOU TAUGHT ME, SHOWED ME THE PATH I DESIRED AND IN RETURN, YOU NOW DO THIS? HOW DARE YOU!”

Nan cried out again, this time her voice pleading, “I beg you m”lady, I meant no harm, no disrespect. I just felt you were possible being…” and with that I freed her, my steps loud as I began to walk back and forth, my face a mask of anger before finally turning to her with a chilling smile.

“Very well, if you feel I am being….harsh then you have a choice to make. Not really a choice, more like an ultimatum. You can suffer the same fate as Wendy or Mia can, decide right now, this very moment. You have 10 seconds. Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one….”

“Mia”, the word spoken so softly, her head hanging down, “I choose Mia.” The smile I gave her was one of pure triumph as I motioned for her to leave.

“Then bring her, I think the table should do nicely for her punishment and I will prepare it after I”ve corrected your mistake here, now go.” Nan left, her posture one of defeat and I smiled knowing Mia right now was panicking, this had not been part of the original script, a change which her Mistress and I had added at the last moment to hopefully bring her pleasure as well.

I knelt, seeing Wendy”s chest rising and falling, her excitement now at almost a fever pitch, exactly as I wanted her. It took but a moment or two but I once again had the shackles in place and this time as I let my hands travel over the burgundy clad figure I felt her body vibrate with my touch and I smiled and whispered in her ear, “Soon my love, soon you will feel that which you have craved for so very long, that and so much more.” The moan which escaped past the gag now was one of as much excitement as it was fear, the transformation into submission well underway though I had a feeling it would a trip which would continue for quite some time and I prayed it would be I who would guide her voyage.

The door once again opened, Mia with her hand in Nan”s as the tall, statuesque beauty looked at me with such confusion, her words sputtering forth and I simply said, “Quiet, remove your dress, the table and your punishment await you, something you have your Mistress to thank for.” Mia looked at Nan but the blonde could only shake her head, unzipping the garment and letting it fall in a pool at her submissive”s feet. With that she walked her over to the long table, it”s straps hanging down from the side and as Mia obediently laid down, Nan began to fasten the restraints to each wrist, each ankle until moments later like Wendy she lay now helpless.

“Here”, as I tossed another gag over to Nan saying, “I do not wish to hear such screams from either of them, gag her.” All Mia could do was lay there as her Mistress did as I required and seconds later both our bound captives shared the same. “The rings next, don”t you think Mistress?” I watched as Nan bit at her bottom lip before taking down what she had described to me earlier that day as the “rings of hell” and as she freed Mia”s sex she slipped the three in place, insuring that the bound girl could not find her pleasure until they were removed. They would allow Nan to find hers as long as she so desired, something not lost on Mia as she moaned loudly in protest behind the ball which filled her mouth.

I had sensed something in Nan, something about the way she had looked while we had plotted what we would do with the two when we had them in our clutches. I didn”t know if I had it in me but at that moment I felt invincible as I threw caution to the wind and looked at the Mistress who had taught me some of the finer arts of the craft and said simply, “I”VE HAD A CHANGE IN HEART. STRIP, NOW.” Her head snapped, turning towards me and I walked towards her, the crop in the one hand, the tails in the other. Her face turned pale and she began to slowly undress, her eyes becoming glassy as she fell prey to the moment as well.

Seconds later the blonde beauty stood in front of me, her hair hanging down in her face as I said, “Up on the table, straddle him, make you as one, do it” and the woman did as she was told, a soft sigh escaping her lips as her sex found Mia”s. Reaching up I pulled down a set of cuffs, another gag and a special treat for her. I didn”t even need to speak, she put her hands behind her back, opened her mouth and seconds later she too was bound and gagged. What she wasn”t counting on though were the clamps, the edges sharp and as they bit into her tender nipples she let out a muffled cry and began to rock back and forth, her pleasure and her pain now as one, a sight to behold.

I turned my attention back to the figure that by now was nearing exhaustion from being left in such a precarious position for this length of time. Walking up, I let the crop and the tails lashes slide across her body, the touch so electric that she jumped at the feel and I laughed while saying, “Well my dear, Nan can not help you, neither can Mia so you are now at my mercy. I think it”s time you found out that your pain from this day forward shall be my pleasure.” With that I walked behind her, planting my feet and letting the riding crop make the first mark. A dark, scarlet red lash which brought forth a muffled cry from the bound figure and a smile from me.

Each blow, alternated, the crop and then the cat, each making its own unique presence known until her back, buttocks, and legs all showed the brunt of my labors, a scarlet red following where they had once fallen. Finally, I dropped both instruments of torture, picked up the razor sharp knife which lay on the table and with a single flick of my wrist, her lace panties fell to the ground as did I to feast at her sex, her arousal so evident and I knew it would take little. My mouth barely had time to settle before she quenched my thirst with wave after wave of her pleasure, her body jerking like the strings which held a marionette but she was to be my toy, very much alive, very much desired.

The motor turning, her body being slowly lowered until she knelt and I removed the gag and then her blindfold to see her eyes slowly flutter open still heavy with her pleasure. As she began to focus on me I touched her hair saying, “Now, will you not give me the same pleasure that I have provided you with?”

I watched as she licked her lips, trying to speak as she said softly, “Yes Mistress, please?” and with a smile I pulled her closer, her head slipping between my thighs and it was my turn to sigh as her tongue found my very center. Minutes later the muffled cries of Nan and Mia were joined by one of mine, my hands urging on the new found beauty as she drank from the well of my seed and I reveled in it until she slowly pulled back, her hands still attached to the shackles. A shy smile on her face as she once again licked her lips, this time to insure she had gotten every bit of my pleasure.

Suddenly it dawned on me, the night would soon be over, our time together done and there must have been something in my eyes that drew her interest as I heard the dark haired beauty say, “Mistress, did I not bring you pleasure I pray?”

I smiled, touching her cheek, loving the way she let her face rest against my palm as I replied, “Nay Wendy, you have served me well and for that I will always be thankful. Did, did I bring you what you desired my dear, was it as you had hoped?”

The shy smile, one I had found myself becoming quite attached to belied a sense of humor as she said, “Well, no, not really. I thought you might be a bit more dominant but I knew you were far too sweet to be any other way.”

My look was one of pure amazement, not lost on the blue eyed creature who began to laugh and I could not help but join in as I freed her from the shackles saying, “Well then, maybe we”ll just have to do this another time and see if I can”t live up to your expectations.”

She was now free but to my surprise she did not stand, continuing to kneel and say, “Mistress, may I speak?” I nodded, a bit confused as she looked up at me, her eyes shining, so beautiful in her submission as she said, “I would very much desire to continue m”lady, from this day forward, if you will have me, please?”

Once again it was confusion which filled my face but this time I think it mixed with joy as she smiled. “I think there might be a time when you too might like to feel the lash or the touch of a dominant man and I know of one who would find great pleasure in doing so for such a wonderful woman as you, if you would allow him to do so. We both would offer ourselves to you and would as you to accept for to do so would bring us both great joy.”

I felt a tear come to the corner of my eye, my heart swelling to hear such words and as I held my hand out and helped her to her feet we fell into each other”s arms, holding tight to the other, knowing know that fate truly had brought the two of us together and that nothing would ever tear us apart. We walked hand in hand only to stop as she saw Nan and Mia, their bodies still hard at work, their passion still mixing and she looked at me saying, “Should we free them Mistress?”

I took a look, seeing the way Nan”s back arched as she found her pleasure yet again and grinned saying, “No, but maybe we will later and then we can take their place.” Her smile was wide as we left the two to their own devices, at least for awhile.

“You are a fine wench, your Master would be pleased” Without anything else said the room grew quiet. I did not know what to do but to lie there. My body throbbed and tingled. My eyes grew sleepy as the quiet filled the room. My body began to relax and felt like I was a melting into a puddle as I drifted asleep.

Once the tape ended, it was several minutes before the couples broke apart enough to notice each other. When they did, no one seemed to be bothered by the near nudity of their own or the others. Finally, Charles - his breath coming in short, rapid bursts, asked, “You said there were others?”

Liz, showing her own excitement, said, “About three. Want another one?” This was met with a chorus of approval and she untangled herself from Rick and went back over to the shelves. As she passed in front of her, Janet noticed that Liz was now completely naked and glancing over at Rick, saw he was the same. Rather than being bothered, Janet found that she was even more turned on by this.

Liz quickly returned with another cassette and slipped it into the VCR. “This was on top,” she said, and pushed play.

The title filled the screen: “Welcome to the Club.”

The first scene opened showing three couples in a small, windowless room, perhaps in a basement. One of the couples was fully dressed, and was standing in front of the other two, almost as though they had been conducting a class. The other two couples were seated, facing them, and all wore only tight, skimpy bathing suits. They also had their hands tied behind their backs.

The woman in the front was speaking. “All right, Pledges. In a few minutes you will be done with your last regular pledge meeting and have only the initiation before you become full members of Beta Delta Sigma Mu.”

“BDSM,” Liz murmured out loud.

The woman on the screen continued. “Saturday starts spring break and your initiation will take the first three days. The Greeks usually have a ‘Hell night.” We have three full days. You will report here, wearing your standard pledge uniform” - She indicated their current Speedos and string bikinis. - “at seven o’clock Saturday morning and be taken to our dungeon. Don’t expect to be back before late Tuesday or even Wednesday.”

The man spoke. “Now all we have left is to take care of this week’s demerits. I believe you’ve each earned twenty-five. OK, front and center.”

The four pledges stood and awkwardly walked to the front of the room. There they moved slightly to the side and stood facing an eight foot pole, padded with a rolled blanket, running horizontally about two and a half or three feet off the floor.

“Assume the position,” the dressed man said. At this each pledge spread his or her feet about two feet apart and bent forward over the padded bar until his or her head was lower than the bar, which pressed against his middle, leaving his ass high in the air. Both the man and woman picked up long, wood ‘frat’ paddles and moved beside two of the pledges. They then began to deliver a series of hard spanks to the thinly clad bottoms, the sharp cracks of wood against flesh clearly heard, even above the cries of the victims. The spanking was cross sex: the woman spanked the two male pledges while the man paddled the two women.

When the spanking was over, the reddened skin around the small suits was clearly visible and Janet decided that this probably had been a real spanking. The hands were then untied and the four pledges left as the scene faded to black.

The next scene faded open showing the four pledges, again dressed in the skimpy bathing suits, getting their hands once more tied and having blindfolds carefully applied. They were led over to a closed van and helped inside. As the van pulled out, followed by another car, the scene faded once more and dissolved into a shot of the van and car pulling up in front of an old, large, isolated house. The pledges, still tied and blindfolded, were helped out by the man and woman from the first scene and made to stand in a row.

“All right,” the man began, “you are now ready to begin your formal initiation. First has anyone changed his or her mind? This will be your last chance to back out.”

When no one answered, he went on. “OK, it’s now ten on Saturday morning. Your initiation will last until six o’clock Tuesday afternoon. During this time you will be kept in some form of bondage and you will be completely naked. Plegemistress, will you help me with these pledges?”

The woman came over to join him and they began to undress the pledges of the opposite sex. This obviously didn’t take much and soon the four were completely naked except for their blindfolds. Their hands were untied and padded leather cuffs were fitted to wrists and ankles. The wrist cuffs were then once again attached behind backs.

While undressing the pledges the two had let their hands roam a little, stroking breasts or cocks or asses. The two men were half hard and the women’s nipples could clearly be seen standing out.

Now the man and woman led the four naked, bound pledges into the house and the scene faded into a shot of the six coming through a small door into another room. This appeared to be a large room, probably a basement rec room. Inside were seen a variety of bondage and punishment devices as well as two more dressed couples. “I see all our members are now present,” the Pledgemaster said. “We will begin by teaching these pledges the taste of the whip.”

The four pledges were led to the center of the room where each had his feet tied to rings in the floor, spreading his legs about two feet apart. Hands were then attached to the ends of two foot bars which were pulled up by chains hanging from the ceiling. When the pledges were each stretched taut, the six members gathered around them and began to tease and stimulate them sexually. With the blindfolds still in place, no pledge could anticipate touches or tell who was touching and soon all four were straining in the throws of sexual excitement.

After several minutes of this treatment the four members who had been waiting in the room each picked up a multitailed whip. The whips had lashes about a foot and a half long attached to twelve inch wood handles. The tails looked to be about an inch wide and appeared to be of soft leather or suede. They began to apply the lashes to the four bare asses, starting softly and increasing in intensity. While the soft leather didn’t do any real damage, it was soon obvious that the strokes stung and began to cause the pledges to cry out. The tormentors began to widen their targets and the lashes began to fall on backs and thighs. Soon the pledges also began to receive strokes on their bare fronts: chests and breasts and even light strokes on the genitals.

The whipping went on for ten minutes or more and then the four put down their instruments and began to use their fingers and tongues on the pledges. Soon the two male pledges were having their cocks wildly sucked while the two male members were busy licking and sucking the women to repeated orgasms.

For the next hour and a half the tape showed the pledges undergoing a variety of “tortures” including more whippings and the application of a variety of paddles. They had clothes pins and other clamps attached to their nipples and weights were hung from these as well as from the men’s balls and pussy clamps were put on the women. They were bound in a variety of positions, had hot candle wax dripped over their bodies and were used sexually in an incredible variety of ways. All action was heterosexual, but Janet saw some things she hadn’t even imagined. The pledges were always bound in some way, usually blindfolded and always naked. Most of the time the regular members were also nude. Janet watched as the girls were fucked in all three holes, sometimes two at a time. She saw the women use strap-on dildos on the men while they were busy eating another woman. There was even one scene where the four were bound bent over a rail and given enemas.

Janet did seem to notice that the one common thing throughout was that everyone seemed to love everything that was happening. Janet was pretty sure the action was real and not faked, but the pledges seemed to even like receiving the whippings and other torments. And she was sure the sexual excitement and action were real. There was no question in her mind that the orgasms of the women were real and, in the case of the men, there could be no doubt in anyone’s mind.

The film finally concluded with a scene in which the pledges were once more stretched from ceiling chains. Dildos were mounted on stands and pushed into the asses of the four victims. Clamps were applied to nipples and the four were whipped severely. Then each was taken down and, one at a time, was bound face up to a long table where each was fucked intensely by a member. Afterwards, the blindfolds were removed, the pledges untied, and the film ended with the words “Welcome to the club.”

As the film had progressed the three couples watching had become more and more excited themselves and had begun engaging in more and more intimate activities. When the film finally ended, all six were completely naked and were either, as were Liz and Rick, actually fucking, or at least engaged in oral and manual sex.

After the tape was over it was a good forty minutes before anyone even thought to turn off the TV. By this time all three girls had been fucked a couple of times. Once or twice during this time, the thought had crossed Janet’s mind that she was here, naked, with her boyfriend and four other naked people, all involved with sex and giving no thought to whether or not the others were watching them.

At last as some of the action began to slow down, the couples looked around and seemed to notice each other. Still, to her own surprise, Janet, as well as the others, didn’t seem to be bothered by what had happened. The girls grinned at each other and the guys gave thumbs up signs. Liz broke the silence with, “And reporting to you live from the orgy is …” This broke everyone up and as their laughter calmed down, they sat up and realized that they were totally unselfconscious with their nudity.

The fire had died down and James gave Barb a hard French kiss and then stood to put some more wood on it

Barb stood up and said, “I’m thirsty. Would anyone else like a coke?”

Several said they would and the three women started towards the kitchen to get them. As they moved across the room to the door a whistle sounded. The three women responded with extra wiggles which brought more whistles of appreciation.

When they returned with the drinks, everyone sat around the fire and talked, each couple on their own couch. After another hour, Janet yawned. This brought a similar response from Rick and Barb. Liz said, “You guys are welcome to stay here by the fire but I’m afraid only one of the couches opens out.”

“Thanks,” Barb replied, “but I think we’ll sleep better upstairs.”

“You were planning to sleep?” James asked in mock astonishment.

“Yes,” Barb shot back. “Afterwards.” This brought another round of laughter and the two couples started upstairs and Rick and Liz began to open the couch they were using.

Janet awoke at dawn to see the sky a lovely red. She sat up and looked out at the view. As she watched the sky color even more she felt Charles stir beside her. “What are you looking at?” he asked sleepily.

“The sky,” she responded. “Just look at the color. It’s beautiful, isn’t it.”

While she had been sitting there the sheet had fallen to her waist and Charles looked directly at her breasts. “Not nearly as lovely as what I’m looking at,” he answered. Janet felt her nipples harden and soon both forgot about the dawn sky. Afterwards they fell back asleep and the next time Janet opened her eyes it was nearly ten.

She and Charles grabbed a quick shower and while she was drying off she began to wonder about what she should put on. After last night, would she be expected to stay naked all day? She wasn’t sure she liked that idea. On the other hand she wasn’t sure that it didn’t sound like exactly what she did want. Finally she settled on getting dressed with the idea that if, when she got downstairs, no one else was dressed, she could shed her own clothes with less awkwardness than putting clothes on if she were naked and everyone else dressed.

This turned out to be the correct choice for, when she got downstairs, Rick and Liz were dressed in shorts and tee shirts and James and Barb were just starting down dressed in a similar fashion.

Everyone gathered to look out the wide expanse of windows at the view over the lake. The sun had disappeared and gray clouds were moving across the sky. “Looks like we’re going to get some rain,” Charles remarked.

“Yeah, I’ll bet we have a storm before noon,” Rick agreed. “We’d better not plan on anything too far from the cabin today.”

“Well, if it does storm,” James said, “we can always build a fire and watch the other two tapes Liz found.” He turned and leered at her.

Liz leered right back at him and quickly said, “That sounds good to me.” Turning towards the other two girls, she said, “Now you see why I said I like those tapes.”

“Definitely,” Barb said.

At almost the same time Janet said, “I sure do. We’ll have to be sure and watch some more of them.”

Rick said, “Well, why don’t you two guys help me carry in some more wood while the girls try to find us some brunch. I’m hungry.”

The others agreed and Liz said, “Yes, I’m starved.”

“Must have been the exercise last night,” Charles quipped.Liz grinned at him and wiggled her hips in his direction.

As the guys started towards the door, James remarked, “We’re burning a lot of Joe’s wood. You don’t think he’ll mind, do you?”

Rick said, “Well, I haven’t told you guys yet, but I volunteered the three of us to come up here with him one weekend and cut wood and clear brush and so on.”

“A great deal at half the price,” James said.

Charles agreed and said, “Maybe he’ll even let us borrow it again some time.”

The men brought in two loads of wood and stacked it near the side of the hearth. When they had finished, the smell of frying bacon and sausage was filling the room. They helped the girls bring in dishes and soon the women were carrying in large plates of eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast.

As they sat down Rick remarked, “Well, I can see there are no priests or rabbis here.”

People looked puzzled and Janet said, “I can maybe understand about the rabbis, but what do you mean about the priests?”

Liz said, “He’s setting you up for one of his bad jokes, but I don’t know what.”

Rick began, “Seems there was this priest and rabbi who happened to sit next to each other on an airplane. They began to talk and were soon comparing the finer points of their religions. Finally after a couple of hours of talk the priest said, ‘I’d like to ask you a personal question. If you don’t want to answer, please just say so and we’ll forget all about it. But I was wondering. Has there been anytime when you have succumbed to temptation and eaten pork?’”

“The rabbi was silent for several seconds and then slowly answered, ‘Yes. Once when I was young I decided I wanted to know what the forbidden meat tasted like. But since then I have been true to the law.’” Than after a couple of minutes of silence, the rabbi said, ‘Now I would like to ask you a personal question. Did you ever give in to desire and break your vow of chastity?’”

“The priest sat for a minute looking off into the distance. Then he turned and looked directly at the rabbi. ‘Yes, I’ll admit that once in my youth I gave in to temptation and tried the pleasures of the flesh with a young woman I met on a trip. But since then I have been true to my vows.’”

“The rabbi turned and looked directly back at the priest. He smiled and said, ‘Beats the hell out of ham, doesn’t it?’”

The group exploded with groans and laughter. Through tears of hilarity Janet said, “That was terrible. Funny, but terrible.”

When they finished the food, they cleared the dishes and returned to the table with mugs of tea and continued talking. There had been some distant sounds of thunder and the sky had gotten darker. Suddenly there was a brilliant flash of lightening followed seconds later with a loud crash of thunder. Then the rain began as a few hard drops but quickly turned into a driving torrent accompanied by an impressive display of lightening and thunder.

“Thunderstorms are some of the sexiest weather in existence,” Liz murmured. The other two girls quickly agreed.

The storm continued, rain pounding the lake into a dimpled froth. Rick suddenly stood and said, “Well, I guess it’s time to light the fire.” He moved to the hearth and proceeded to get a fire going while the others moved to the couches.

“Still want the other tapes?” Liz asked as she started to the shelf where she had found them. Everyone agreed and she returned with two cassettes. She slipped one into the VCR and when everyone was seated she pressed play.

This tape seemed to have a very weak plot about some people meeting on a train to a Canadian resort. The plot was definitely thin, the acting not a lot better. But the characters were attractive and the action definitely explicit. They watched as a number of scenes unfolded with a lot of oral sex as well as “normal” fucking. They was one anal scene where two women were bent side by side over the back of a couch and taken in the rear by two men. And there was one long scene of girl-girl action, or more exactly, girl-girl-girl action.

Everyone had been necking and petting, but they were mostly still dressed. When the tape finished everyone stopped for bathroom breaks. Then, with the rain still going strong, Charles asked, “What about the last one?”

Liz held up the box. “I’m not sure what this one is. It was with the other three but it doesn’t seem to be a commercial tape. The label just says ‘JR-SG.” Maybe it’s a copy of a commercial adult tape. Want to see it?”

“Sure.” “Go ahead.” “Why not?”

She started the tape and went back to snuggle with Rick. As his hand found its way under her tee shirt, the tape opened with a shot of a nude girl tied on her back, spread eagled, to the top of a table. A man was approaching her.”

“Hey, that’s this cabin,” Rick cried. “And that’s Joe. I think I’ve even seen him with that girl, Susan something or the other.

They stared at the screen as Joe approached her feet and then leaned forward to begin licking up the insides of her legs. The woman was obviously getting very turned on and responding to his attentions and soon his face was buried between her legs.

“Are you sure we should be watching this?” Barb asked. “I mean commercial tapes are one thing, but maybe Joe wouldn’t like us watching this one.”

Rick answered her, but spoke to everyone. “No, I don’t expect Joe would mind. He told me to look for tapes if we wanted. I didn’t know he meant this type at the time, but he’s just the kind of guy who would want us to watch him show off. I doubt very much he would mind.”

The tape was obviously a home video, mostly shot from a tripod. The lighting wasn’t professional, but was usually good enough to clearly see the action. And there was a variety of action, most of it involving bondage and discipline. After the first scene where Joe ate Susan - if that was her name - to three orgasms before climbing on the table and fucking her, there were a number of others. There was no continuity and no way to tell if the scenes were all from one weekend or spread over many weeks. But there was definitely variety.

The six watched as Joe used a leather paddle, a strap, and a riding crop on a naked and bound Susan. They saw her, still bound with red lines criss crossing her ass, being taken anally. A number of the shots were outdoors during the summer. Susan was bound to trees and whipped as well as teased with dildos, fingers, and tongue. They saw her tied face down along a fallen log while Joe used a switch on her ass and then had her eat him before moving around behind her to take her in the rear. But all of the action wasn’t with Susan as the victim. Janet and the others watched enthralled as Joe was stretched spread eagled between two trees and whipped with a riding crop and a multi-tailed cat. They saw him tied on his back along the same fallen tree while Susan had him eat her repeatedly and then rode him to a screaming climax.

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