Forfeits - Chapter 3

Those few simple words came as a hammer blow. I loved Claire without reservation and never in my wildest imaginings had I contemplated a life without her. I pleaded with her to be reasonable but she was resolute. I had to wear the tube for the whole fortnight or else.

Once I came to terms with it it seemed easy. I had already managed three days surely eleven more would not prove difficult? In the event I got to day seven before I broke. I had never gone so long without coming and I started to find even the most mundane things stimulating; wafts of perfume even the curves of a vase would set my imagination to work and every time there would be a pain to remind me.

At home I felt an irrational need to prove my love to Claire but I was rewarded with her new found, seemingly voracious, appetite for cunnilingus. I had never known her so demanding. I found myself between her legs both morning and night but the final straw was her turning up unexpectedly at the office. That particular morning I had already spent twenty minutes bringing her to a sleepy orgasm when she insisted that she wanted another. I girded myself and put my tired tongue to work but two minutes later the door bell rang. Claire pushed down on my head and told me ignore it but I was expecting some couriered documents which I needed for a meeting. I eased myself up off of the bed, donned a bathrobe, and went down to sign for the package. When I got back upstairs I found Claire in the bathroom where she greeted me with a stony silence. Nothing I could say served to change her mood and so I left the house under a cloud.

At the office I quickly became submersed in the preparations for my meeting and it was a surprise when, a little after eleven my secretary buzzed through to say that Claire had arrived. She was a very rare visitor to the office and usually only when she was meeting me to go out in the evening. I rose to meet her as she came in dressed in a smart two-piece business suit which pulled off the trick of being both formal and sexy at the same time. She was carrying her burgundy attaché case and so I assumed that she was between meetings herself.

"Darling, what’s up?"

She did not answer immediately but turned round to lock the door behind her.

"We have a little unfinished business... "

She gave me a smile as she breezed past me and sat down in my black leather office chair. Even then I expected her to open her case and produce some sort of document that needed signing, I have lost count of the number of times that we had sent buy and sell orders to our stockbroker with only one signature instead of the two required, but I was in for a shock..

"Kneel down baby."

For a moment I looked at her uncomprehendingly but the message became appallingly clear as she raised herself slightly and pulled her tight skirt further up her legs. I could not help but stare. She was wearing black self support stockings but no panties. My heart raced and all my instincts told me to call a halt there and then but the sheer lewdness of the situation gave it a hideous appeal. This was my office, the spiritual center of my business empire, and what Claire was suggesting seemed almost sacrilegious but a sudden pain in the groin told me that my mind was losing its battle with my body.

There was also the prospect of being caught in flagrante, people were bound to question a locked door in the middle of the day, but this too only added more spice to the situation. I felt myself literally getting hot under the collar but Claire sat there coolly, expectantly, and in her mind there was only going to be one outcome.

I was almost in a trance as I reached towards the blinds on the large picture window but Claire brought me up short.

"Leave them open... "

I looked at her in disbelief. I enjoy a spectacular view from the top floor but the shape of the building means that, were any of my business partners minded to look out of their windows, they could see into my office. I knew it was madness but I was caught up in a whirlwind; almost before I knew it I was kneeling before her as she lazed back further in the chair presenting herself lewdly for my attentions. As soon as I started to lick her she leaked moisture like a sodden sponge but, notwithstanding this evidence of her arousal, it took me fifteen minutes to bring her to a screaming climax and I was thankful for the rooms efficient soundproofing.

As soon as it was over Claire was a picture of brisk efficiency. She stood up, straightened her skirt, and said goodbye. She had left the room even before I got up from my knees. I locked the door after her and went to my en suite washroom. There, I splashed some water on my face and took a long hard look at myself in the mirror. I knew I was being demeaned and, worse still, at the cost of more and more physical discomfort the question was what was I going to do about it?

My immediate thought was to buy another saw but then I would have to enlist someone’s help as I was certain that I would harm myself if I tried unaided. The second choice was one that I had been toying with for a day or two and now I decided to act. I phoned the hospital, found out what I wanted to know, and then told my secretary that I was taking the rest of the day off. It would mean postponing my meeting but my mind was made up.

I made good time in the car and forty five minutes later I pulled up onto the sweeping drive. I hesitated at the front door but then jabbed at the doorbell. After a full minute there was no answer and so I rang again with part of me hoping that the hospital was wrong but, seconds later, the door opened and standing there, perspiring, in a black leotard was Diane.

"Peter, an unexpected pleasure, how did you know I would be home?"

"I checked at the hospital. They told me that you were not on shift so I took a chance."

"Why didn’t you phone?"

It was a simple question but the answer was that, had I had to announce my intention in advance, I would probably have lost the courage.

"I was in the area I thought I’d surprise you."

"Well you’ve certainly done that, I was working out downstairs in the gym. Come on in,"

She preceded me down the hall and I could not help but cast my eyes down to her shapely, lycra clad, buttocks and I was immediately and painfully reminded of my predicament.

"Can I get you a drink?"

"No thanks, I can’t stay long."

"Okay, so to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Di, I’ll come straight to the point. It’s this tube. I don’t want to alarm Claire but I think I’ve developed an infection."

"Oh Peter, I’m sorry! Let me see."

"What?"

"Get undressed. I’ll take a look for you."

"Di, I’d rather see my own doctor, if you’ll let me have the key, I’ll drive over there now."

"No. I insist. Come on. Don’t be shy."

I hesitated. To me Di was the friend I had known since university, I rarely thought of her as a doctor, but with the lie I had told I had painted myself into a corner.

"Di, I’d rather not."

"Don’t be silly. I’ll be back in a moment."

She returned with a medical bag and took out a stethoscope.

"Have you had a temperature? Any palpitations?"

"No. Look Di, is this ethical?"

"Well the truth is Peter you present me with a dilemma. If you do have an infection as a result of the tube I made you wear I’m not sure where I stand with the medical council. You’ll be doing me a favour if you let me examine you."

Put like that what choice did I have? I got undressed and she ran the stethoscope over my heart and lungs before she turned her attentions to the tube. She hefted it in the palm of her hand and then gently manipulated my testicles before she stood up again.

"There’s just one more thing I need to check out."

I could not quite believe it as she put her hands to her breasts and brought her already prominent nipples to erection through the sheer lycra material. I immediately hissed a pained breath through my teeth as my manhood reacted as it inevitably must. Diane smiled and playfully pinched my cheek.

"I think you’re telling me fibs. Everything seems fine to me. I think that you just want to come out to play."

"Di, please, this bloody thing is inhuman! If you don’t give me the key I’m going to have to cut it off and I think Claire will be pretty pissed."

She was silent for a moment or two but then I saw a smile form at the corners of her mouth.

"So I guess that Claire has discovered the pleasure to be had from keeping her man under control?... "

She said this in such a way that I immediately began to wonder if her husband David had been subjected to a similar form of torment. What unfolded thereafter was to leave me in no doubt.

"... Did you know that you can have an orgasm of sorts whilst you’re wearing the tube?"

"How do you mean?"

"Do you trust me Peter?"

"Of course I do, we’re friends."

"Leave your clothes and come with me."

"Di,... I can’t be unfaithful to Claire."

"I’m not asking you to be, silly."

She led the way down to the basement which had been converted into a gym. I had been in it before but there was one new piece of equipment dominating the room that I did not recognize. It looked like a metal bed frame with the springing removed and then set on its end. There were a number of pulleys and counterweights attached to it but their purpose was unclear. I stepped into the arch that it formed but I was still none the wiser.

"What is it?"

"It’s something I’m evaluating for the hospital. It’s for patients recovering from spinal injuries."

My natural curiosity got the better of me.

"How does it work?"

"It’s essentially an exercise device except that it’s more finely calibrated. Amongst other things it allows for the fact that our arms are slightly different lengths and things like that are important when you are considering load bearings on damaged vertebrae. Put you feet here."

She indicated two footplates which were fixed to a track which ran across the frame. More intrigued than ever I stepped on to them and Diane immediately knelt down and draped a webbing harness around each foot. They hung loosely over the top of my feet and at the back of my achilles until she flicked two catches whereupon they immediately tightened. It was not unlike a ski binding but an experimental tug showed that it was not a quick release mechanism. Diane stood up again.

"The patients’ feet have to be in the same position for every exercise session so that the leverage is always the same and we can take consistent measurements. Okay, raise your arms and take hold of the bar"

"Di, where is all this leading?"

"Just bear with me."

I shrugged my shoulders and then reached up. In order to do so I had to lean forward slightly but I was able to rest my arms on two padded metal braces. Once I had hold of the bar she snapped down a lever at the side of the frame. The braces immediately closed around my arms holding them rigid.

"This ensures that the patient works with their back and not with their arms."

This was all very fascinating, but I could still not see what it had to do with my particular problem, and I felt uncomfortable as Diane walked around the framework surveying me from various angles. Finally, I decided that I had had enough and I tried to withdraw my arms only to find that they were fixed fast.

"Di, undo these please."

"All in good time. The mechanism allows weight to be added one gram at a time but I think for someone fit and healthy like you we should work in kilos"

As I watched she counted off some ten kilo weights which were suspended just in front of me and then she removed a cotter pin. The weights, regulated by a series of pulleys, slowly began to drop but as they did so the two braces which held my arms began to be pulled upwards and slightly away from me.

"Di! What’s going on!"

"Just relax."

I tried to fight the inexorable pull but I had nowhere near enough strength and then I noticed, with horror, just how far the weights still had to drop.

"Di!"

The strain on my arms and lower back was increasing by the second and I made another superhuman, but unavailing, effort to resist. My shoulders were burning and something in my back gave an ominous crack.

"It sounds as though you could have made use of this sooner. You should get yourself a better office chair."

"Di!"

She stepped forward and slipped the pin back in immediately stopping the weights.

"You’ll be amazed. You feel uncomfortable now but over the next couple of hours I’ll be able to add at least another couple of kilos.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Pain, Peter, pain. The pleasure centers in the brain stem are triggered by nerves coming up from the hypothalamus. These run in parallel to the nerves that trigger autonomic pain responses and some doctors have speculated that, at one time they were indiscernible. This would help to explain why so many people take pleasure from having pain inflicted upon them.."

"Okay Di, you’ve had your little joke, now release me."

"Oh there’s no hurry. David’s away on business for a couple of days. We’ve got the house all to ourselves."

"Di, come on now, I’ve got things to do."

"I won’t be long."

"Di! Come back here!"

She ignored me completely and went back up the stairs. I continued to shout after her but there was no reply and I tried instead to extricate myself from the apparatus. The only result was to markedly increase the pain in my back and arms and my thighs, too, began to make their protest. I gave up the struggle and began to consider the absurdity of my situation. Here I was, naked but for a medieval anachronism, effectively shackled in the basement of one of my oldest friends.

It was more than half an hour before Diane returned by which time my patience had worn thin but, on the assumption that she had now had her fun and would release me, I held my tongue. It was obvious that she had taken a shower. Her, still damp, hair was pulled back severely from her face and secured with a large hair clip and she was now dressed in a black crop top and matching short skirt. It almost seemed that she had dressed for the gym again except that she was now wearing an expensive pair of black ankle boots with a short spiked heel. She had used a light, fresh, floral scent which now pervaded the room.

"Hi, missed me?"

"Very funny Di. Just undo me."

"Sorry Peter, no can do. I promised you an orgasm or, at least, the semblance of one, and that’s what you’re going to get. Let me tell you what’s going to happen. To start with I’m going to tan your arse. Whilst I do that you’ll be gagged, not because it’s going to hurt, well not much anyway, but because you will, no doubt, be very indignant but you won’t be saying anything that I want to hear... "

I looked at her literally open mouthed and I was on the point of bursting into laughter as she continued unabashed.

"... After that we’ll move on to something a little more demanding at which point I’ll remove the gag because, quite frankly, screaming does it for me."

I could no longer restrain myself. I began to laugh. The dominatrix thing held no appeal for me but it had to be said that Di was hamming it up well. I just assumed that she would laugh along but her face remained deadpan as she turned away from me.

In one corner of the room was the steel gray locker that David had bought because it reminded him of boarding school and Di now opened it. When I saw the contents it changed my perceptions of two of my best friends for ever. The locker was full of S & M paraphernalia. There were restraints of different kinds and a variety of paddles, canes and even whips. Neither of them had ever even hinted at an interest in this erotic nether world and even now I could not imagine either of them as participants.

"Di, what the hell is all this?"

"It’s as I said. There is pleasure to be had in pain and, over the years, David and I have experimented with it."

As she spoke she ran her hand over a line of gags which were hanging on the inside of the locker door. She chose one that looked like a giant bulldog clip attached to a leather harness and, even as she approached me with it, I could still not quite believe it. What I really wanted to do, like a schoolboy in possession of a salacious secret, was to rush home and tell Claire what I now knew.

"Di, I’m seeing a whole new side to you."

My attempt at levity was clearly lost on her.

"Don’t worry Peter, before this afternoon is out, you’ll see a whole lot more."

Before I could react she reached forward and pinched my nose viciously between her thumb and finger.

"Di, that hur... mmmmfffff!"

She deftly slipped the gag into my mouth and I resisted as the rigid plastic plates pressed down on my tongue but as soon as she released her grip on the two wings protruding at the front the plates sprung apart forcing my mouth open in the process. By using all the strength in my jaw I managed to close them by a couple of millimeters but I was forced to give up after just a few seconds and the plates immediately recovered the lost ground.

I tried to swear but I could manage nothing more than a few incoherent nonsenses which only a dentist would be able to interpret. Di came around behind me and I shook my head furiously but she used the leather harness like a pair of reins and tugged none too gently. With my head back it was easy for her to thread the buckle of the harness and fix it tightly in place.

My fury must have been obvious from the color of my face but she ignored me and carried on as though it was perfectly natural behavior. Returning to the locker she perused the contents for a moment or two before taking out something that resembled a cricket bat in miniature. Holding it in one hand she slapped it experimentally into the palm of the other and then moved around behind me.

"This will tenderize your flesh a little and the heat will act on your groin. After that we’ll drive the pain deeper and you’ll find that, as you clench your gluteus, as you inevitably will, it will start to affect your prostate. At that point it will be up to you. With a little more pain you should be able to achieve a dry orgasm, not as satisfying obviously, but then I’m guessing that you’ll take anything you can get."

At that moment I was beginning to seriously doubt her sanity and I tried shouting again but all I could produce was meaningless noise.

"Make as much noise as you like. The basement is soundproofed and, nowadays, I can really make David scream."

This brought me up short. Even now, in spite of everything, I still had a vision of David as the dominant partner. This suggestion that he was in fact the submissive turned all of my thinking on its head. Without another word she raised the paddle and slapped it across my buttocks. It was not a hard stroke, in fact it probably traveled less than twelve inches, but the crisp splat echoed from the walls. I jerked indignantly but she was already in the process of striking for a second time.

"I’m glad to see you stay well toned."

The pain was not great but the paddle did sting and I was furious but, no matter how I tried to convey it, she carried on striking me with measured, leisurely blows. Over the next few minutes she must have struck me more than twenty times and I could feel my flesh glowing.

"You really color up nicely. I wonder what Claire would say if she could see you now?"

That thought only served to compound the embarrassment that I was feeling. In my minds eye I saw us around the dinner table with Di regaling our circle of friends with the story of how she had tanned my arse.

"Now, let’s do that again with a little more feeling."

I struggled inside the framework and tried to yell in protest but she simply laughed at me.

"Try not to get too excited."

She took up her stance once more but this time she held the paddle well back. I drew a breath waiting for the next slap but hoping that the joke was now over. When she did strike me I nearly broke my spine. It was a full bloodied stroke, delivered at speed, with the weight of her body behind it. As I screamed I was driven forward in my restraints and lost my balance. The pain was awful and the sickening splat was something that should not have been heard outside of a butchers shop. It must have been obvious that it was not humanly possible to take another stroke like that and so I waited for my imminent release and the opportunity to rip into her.

How naïve I was. The second stroke, when it came, seemed, if anything, even more powerful than the first. Through the blinding veil of pain I was dimly aware that she had aimed lower this time but I had little time to dwell on it before she struck me twice more with equal ferocity. There was no doubt that she was working to a pattern and the sudden realization that she was not just hitting out with all the strength at her command but was, in fact, fully in control struck cold fear into my heart.

The knowledge that she was my friend was forgotten as I simply concentrated on survival. There were tears in my eyes and, as she continued to strike, I cried out continually but the gag was all too effective. She stopped after twelve strokes but it was a while before I appreciated that my ordeal was over. The pain was spreading out from my buttocks to the base of my spine and the back of my thighs and I feared that some permanent damage had been done. I could not believe it when Di reappeared in front of me with a broad smile on her face.

"See, it’s amazing how much pain you can take... when you’re forced to. I need to get myself a drink then I’ll come back down and we can get started on part three."

I hoped my face expressed my complete disbelief in what she had just said and I tried, in vain, to yell at her but she had already turned on her heel and started to make her way to the stairs. At a guess she was probably gone for a good quarter of an hour during which time an odd thing happened. The pain grew greater, and I could not keep the tears from my eyes, but now it seemed to be creeping around to the front of my body. I took deep breaths and tried to ignore the burning sensation but then I noticed a tingling in my balls. It quickly developed into a maddening itch that I was desperate to scratch but I had no choice but to put up with it. As the minutes passed I thought I would go insane and I found myself jerking involuntarily but then, to my own surprise, I felt the onset of an erection. It was as though I was being betrayed by my own body. I could not believe that, in the midst of all my anguish, I could react in that way but the vicious cramps that quickly added to my other woes were proof in themselves.

Diane chose that moment to return and the smile on her face suggested a frightening understanding of everything I was going through.

"Do your balls need scratching?"

Diane was usually very cultured and to hear her speak in this way was odd it itself but by then everything was a living nightmare. I braced myself as she came closer but she moved around behind me and I felt her fingers working at the buckle of the gag. Even with the harness unfastened I did not have the strength in my jaw to close the two plates of the gag and I had to wait until she came back in front of me and squeezed it sufficiently for me to expel it. For a second or two I used my tongue to explore for damage. All my teeth seemed intact but there was a slight tang of blood where the upper plate had pressed against the roof of my mouth. I wanted to swear at her but my throat was raw and I was all too aware that I was still totally helpless.

She left me for a moment and returned with a bottle of cold water. She opened it and held it to my mouth and I sipped gratefully.

"Come on Di, you’ve had your fun. Right now I want to kill you but we can both walk away from this and pretend it never happened.."

She appeared to ponder this for a moment or two but then she smiled.

"Peter, you’ve come this far, it would be a great pity to miss the best part."

"Di, I’m telling you, this stops right now or there will be serious trouble!"

I do not know why but, at that moment, I let my eyes drop. Her quicker breathing was evidenced by the rise and fall of her breasts within the tight confines of her crop top but, more tellingly, her nipples were so fiercely erect that I could even make out the dimpled areolae. Any lingering doubts that I might have been harboring about the seriousness of her intent were immediately dispelled. She was doing this for herself and herself alone.

She turned her back on me, ignoring my final protestation, and walked slowly over to the locker. After a couple of moments thought, she reached in and then, having hesitated for an instant, she took out a vicious looking whip. This time it had to be a joke. The thing was formed from a single plait of shiny black leather which, at one end, had been braided to form a handle and then tailed away for another eighteen inches to create a single lash. It looked unused and the way in which she was hefting it in her hand to get a feel for it seemed to bear this out.

"I was going to go easy on you Peter but, frankly, your attitude is starting to piss me off."

"My attitude! Di, you’re the fucking freak!"

The last vestiges of her smile disappeared in an instant to be replaced by a mask of heartfelt anger and I knew that I had made a serious mistake.

"Di, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that."

"It’s too late for "sorry"".

She moved behind me and her well toned body, formerly an object of beauty, suddenly took on an aura of menace.

"Di!, for heavens sake think about this!"

"Oh, believe me Peter, I am thinking about it."

The next thing I knew I was screaming. I heard her grunt a split second before the leather cut into the flesh of my buttocks like a hot wire. The pain was instantly doubled as my body instinctively tried to fold itself and I found myself jerking against my restraints.

I had still not quite regained a grasp on reality before she struck for a second time. If anything, the second strike was harder still and the pain traveled the roads to my extremities in the blink of an eye. It was as if my brain had decided that the pain was too much for my buttocks alone and that my whole body should share the burden.

I wanted to reason with her but my barely formed words turned into another scream as she struck for a third time. I could not take much more; there were spots in front of my eyes and my heart was racing. I tried to brace myself for the next stroke but now, for reasons best known to herself, she paused. The following few seconds seemed to last forever. My ears were ringing but I could hear her breathing heavily and I dared to believe that my ordeal was over. I was badly wrong. The fourth stroke fell preceded by a sickening, drawn out, whoop which told me that she was using the full sweep of her arm.

I just had time to brace myself before the leather exploded onto my buttocks and I had a vision of my flesh splitting. The pain was unbearable and I wondered why my body did not shut itself down. Why was my nervous system still functioning? I wanted to pass out, to no longer be a part of this nightmare, but relief would not come. I made a titantic effort and found my voice.

"Di, for pities sake!"

Suddenly, I felt her leaning across me. She put her mouth to my ear but what stuck in my mind was the feeling of her intensely erect nipples as they literally poked into my back. She was almost obscenely aroused. For a second or two she said nothing but then I felt her fingertips moving across my buttocks surveying the lattice of ridges that she had created.

"I’m disappointed in you Peter. I had you down as a tougher man than David."

It was then that I discovered that male weakness and male vanity are different sides of the same coin. She moved away from me and I knew, with hideous certainty, that she was going to whip me again but an irrational, stubborn, pride compelled me to try not to cry out, to try and prove myself better than her husband. Looking back I realized that this was just as she planned it and, if I could have seen her face, I am sure I would have found her smiling.

The lash cut into me again and the relief gained from the brief respite disappeared in an instant. I could not have suffered more had I sat on a brazier but I kept my teeth set and took it with barely a grunt. After that the strokes came at regular, drawn out, intervals but I found that I was almost in as much pain from the cramps in my tensed muscles as I was from the whip itself. At some point I felt my consciousness starting to drag its anchor and it was in that slightly detached state that I became aware of a new pain. My body was now almost totally rigid and that did not exclude my manhood. Against all reason it was trying to come to erection only to be cruelly crushed but it was as though my balls now refused to be denied. The earlier itching returned with a vengeance and then I felt it start to happen, erection or not I was going to come. The whip was still falling but now I used the heat and pain. I began to pant and my body started to jerk uncontrollably. Di recognized the moment and finally stopped so that she could watch me as my body submitted to some deeper animal instinct. I was dimly aware that she was laughing but I was too far gone. I reached the instant of release and I began to cry with relief but, at the very edge, I could not take flight. My orgasm hung there tantalizingly but there was to be no fulfillment. I squeezed with every fibre of my being but it would not come and then I gave a plaintive wail as I felt it ebbing away in a series of unsatisfying dry heaves.

Diane put the whip down and moved around in front of me.

"See, what did I tell you?"

"You bitch... "

I said it under my breath. To be taken so close, by whatever means, was almost more cruel than being denied altogether and now, to add to my misery, my balls were cramping in protest.

"... Unfasten me. I never want to see you again."

She laughed as if I were a petulant adolescent.

"And how would you explain that to Claire?"

The truth was I had no idea what I was going to say to Claire but the plain fact was that the bruises and marks on my skin would be with me for weeks. Diane’s smile broadened as she watched me trying to come to terms with my dilemma and then, to my amazement, she put her hand up under her skirt and down into her panties.

"What the hell are you doing!"

"Don’t you remember that conversation we had a few months back? Adele said that men were inveterate masturbators and you said that women were just as bad. When I had the good grace to admit it you made some quip about being prepared to pay to watch. Well now’s your chance and this one is free of charge."

"Di please don’t ... "

Under any other circumstances, she was right, I would have paid to watch but now, knowing that she was getting off on the suffering she had just inflicted upon me, the act had a malign perversity about it. My entreaty only seemed to spur her on. She purred and pushed her hand deeper into the tight confines of her expensive underwear.

"Do you hear that?"

There was no missing it. The sound was the unmistakable squelch of moisture as she penetrated herself.

"Are you surprised Peter? That I get off on hurting people?"

Surprised was too mild a word for it and then my mind did a mental double take as I digested the fact that she had spoken in the plural. Was she just counting David and me or had there been others?

She closed her eyes for a few seconds as she concentrated on finding the right spot and then, when she re-opened them, there was a new fierceness in them. The thin silk did nothing to disguise the movements of her hand and I found myself staring in spite of myself. She had four fingers deep inside of herself whilst her thumb rubbed purposefully across her clitoris. For a moment my mind was drawn back to the moment that I found Claire pleasuring herself on the sofa; but where Claire’s performance had had an almost languid quality this was something of a different order. Di was being almost brutal with herself. She folded herself over her hand as she started to pump her fingers ever more quickly and then a low groan escaped her. It grew steadily louder like an audible barometer of her mounting excitement and then she gave a banshee scream, which hurt the ears, as her orgasm ripped through her.

She fell to her knees, panting, with her fingers still deeply imbedded and I could do nothing but watch and wait for the long minutes that it took for her to compose herself.

"God! I can’t tell you how good that felt."

She rose to her feet shakily and then, incongruously, she kissed me on the tip of the nose. I jerked away from her but she simply smiled and then she brought her fingers up to my mouth.

"Lick them for me ... "

Her hand was warm and wet and there was no escaping the strong earthy scent as she slowly opened her fingers revealing viscous strands between them. My immediate feeling was one of revulsion but something primal was triggered in my subconscious. I tried to fight it but, even as I attempted to move my face away from her, I felt my manhood lurch and then an ever more familiar pain gripped my abdomen as the tube cruelly crushed my body’s ambition.

"Am I getting to you... .?"

I could not avoid her eyes and her smile told me that she knew exactly what I was going through. She rubbed her fingers over my nose and lips, smearing me with her moisture, but at the same time she cradled my balls in her other hand. The palm of her hand was hot and, as she gently squeezed, it was as though she had been intimate with my body for years. Perversely, in the years before we found that we were destined for each other as couples, Diane was the only one of the four girls in our group that I never dated. Adele and I had quickly established that we were not compatible and my few dates with Petra had held out some initial promise, until I blotted my copy book, but I had always felt a little intimated by Diane for reasons I would have found hard to articulate.

"Di,... don’t... please... "

Her hand continued its knowing caress and each gentle squeeze seemed to pump more blood towards my thwarted erection. I closed my eyes, as the pain slowly overwhelmed any pleasure I might be taking from her touch, and, as I did so she worked her fingers into my mouth first rubbing my gums but then, as I opened my mouth wider in a silent scream, she worked them across my tongue so that there was no escaping the taste of her.

The pain approached a zenith and I suddenly reached a decision. I opened my mouth even wider and prepared to bite down but then, from far away, a bell began to ring.

To be Continued....

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