Chapter 6. Jessica Explores New Options

Wednesday September 3, 2008

I rolled in right on time. When I walked in Jessica ran into my arms brimming with excitement about tonight’s prospects for fun. Her short white robe was flapping open and her dark skin looked hot. “This is just you and me, right? Private?”

“Yes. Cynthia and Abril are with Cynthia’s parents where they will spend the night. The Indians are all working and my aunts are feeling very civilized dressing up and playing cards while complaining to their friends about me. Zar is home but will not disturb us without serious cause.”

“Good ... good ... good...” Each word was punctuated with a kiss, the last one dragged out considerably with the stoked passion. “Do Wong played with me a lot today as she helped me get ready, she declared me ‘good enough to eat’ after she put he tongue ... you know where. Bad concubine or good concubine? I can still feel it there! Goodness, I feel so naughty about that ... I can’t wait for you to ... but first I really want a closer look at that naughty room. Do you know that Do Wong’s voice actually changes when she talks about it?”

“Are you sure? Some things can be scary.”

“I have been in a state of humid anticipation all day. With you I won’t be scared.”

So I took her promise that she would not share what I showed her, and gave her a website where toys were pictured, “if she wanted some background for a story.” Then I took here hand, and led her to the toy room. The room was dominated by the tall X-cross in the center, it was immediately relatable, pushing hard on both sexual and religious buttons. She could not help but picture herself up there, naked, helpless and very available with her legs spread open. The gleaming wood and chromed steel was raised with the crotch pushed forward so a body would be in an arched, ready-to-use position. The natural reaction was to imagine herself mounted there with others watching somebody enjoying complete freedom with her naked body.

Her voice shivered as she said Do Wong had mentioned that somebody could be bound “embracing the wood,” meaning with their backdoor would be inviting. “You would not do that, would you?” she asked.

I suddenly imagined a woman on the X-cross, with her entire back available to a group. All her hair was shaved off and she was wearing a tight blindfold as a crowd waited their turn of a last pleasure with her body. There were whips and lashes available, her back could be whipped by each man who used her, before, during or after as they wished. Her rapists were the Five and their soldiers, who all knew their fate on the mountain for their crimes, it would follow the exercise when they had no more to give her.

In my imagination the woman on the cross was Solange, who had initiated and pushed her Five brothers on the plan to enslave in hard labor and murder my people in Peru. In her notes she wrote by hand, “Kill the male children first, out-of-sight. The food will last longer and if they don’t see they will have hope for motivation.” She deserved something special.

I answered with a question. “Don’t you ever have dark thoughts about people who you feel might deserve such things? People who have wronged you or wronged those close to you? Or taken advantage of a helpless innocent?”

She replied, “I see your point ... but it seems to me that spending the money for this machine, then using it that way, would spoil it for you. I might want to do such things, I might even write about them ... but actually doing it ... I think that would hurt me more in the long run.”

Well, Jessica was a normal person, raised in comfort and luxury, not a psychopath raised like somebody else in the room.

“Maybe it would, I am not suggesting it would be an easy line to cross. But I can see where some might have cause to do excessive things. Plus, we know that some people might find a more extreme experience desirable.” We moved on.

While the cross was obvious, the other machines raised questions about how they might be used. On one side the the large machine where Cynthia gave up her ass to me. I called it a “beer barrel” (a reference to Anne Rice’s “Sleeping Beauty” trilogy). The strange design confused many. But Jessica had read Anne Rice, including the trilogy written under a pseudonym, so as soon as I mentioned the author she understood. “Yes, I recall that scene, where Beauty was rolled back and forth and used many different ways by the partygoers. Now I see it.”

The “horse” on the other side was simple, and one could see how it was used once a dildo was attached. But it also raised questions of how the arms and legs were arranged. In fact there were several options.

Closest to the door were two tension tables. (Why two? Sometimes I had two pleasure victims.) They looked like the offspring of an unholy union of gymnastics equipment (the curved pad the body rested against, and the bars the arms were connected to) and a student’s desk in a classroom. Smaller machines like a Sybian, a strange weight lifting and bondage bench, some various fucking machines which were essentially dildo drivers powered by motors or muscles, a pair of tie-down massage tables (tits-up or -down versions), etc. were scattered about among the large machines.

Most of the larger toys included medical monitors, these were serious devices and that sobered the moment.

“Are these for sex or torture?” Jessica asked. Her enthusiasm was dampened by a sense of fear.

“I have never deliberately inflicted pain with these toys, and as you can see I have taken measures to insure that I have an objective medical reading on the state of the person under tension, in addition to their own response.” That was true as far as it went. I did have another set of identical toys at the safe house which served as my LA prison. Some of those devices had given up their innocence when they had been used for carefully monitored pain. In fact, Darnel had a reservation for the rest of his life starting next Monday evening.

Jessica was smart and continued my point. “But anything can be abused. The ‘American’ sport of baseball requires a bat, a refinement of the most basic weapon known. It is all in how you use it. Still ... the cross, I keep picturing movie scenes with nails ... I know there are ‘Good Friday’ religious re-enactors in some places ... the Philippines I believe, who really strive for reality.”

“Yes, and during the plagues self-flagentation was practiced in the streets of Europe because they did not know what to do. You have to draw the distinction between pain and damage. Pain can work for some. I steer the other way on actual damage.” With that I showed the the gloves used to attach people to the various machines, and some of the front and back attachments for the horse. She was impressed by the gloves that held people tight with velcro but could be released easily. “Look, this type of thing will not be used tonight. Now that you have seen it, we won’t talk about it for a time, at least a week and maybe more that a month. Very few people are attracted on first exposure but they are curious and need to get the ideas fixed in their mind. Sometimes curiosity grows to desire. If you eventually decide you are interested we can talk again.”

“I was curious, and seeing the room a second time gives me ideas to think about. I am not repulsed by these items ... but I am not ready to embrace them either. Still, thanks for trusting me to see them, I know your privacy is important to you. Could you explain this one a bit?” She motioned towards the Tension Table, it really was confusing if one has lived a sheltered life.

I had her bend over the cushion, but did not secure her. Then I showed her how the tension could be applied to her body with her arms, legs and pushing her belly. I also showed her how I could adjust my height. I did hook up some of the medical pads and showed her the readings. “I see you are alive and look, ticklish!”

At this she screamed and jumped away laughing.

“Uh ... when you use this, where are you? Front or ... you know ... back?”

“Well it could be fingers, tongue or cock, I try to be accommodating. Leaning forward like you are, your breasts are crying out for attention while I could enter either pleasure port. Actually, I am not limited to one penetrator in one hole, and I have to say you are one of the best looking women I have had in this rig.”

“Thank you. But we both know Abril is...”

I cut her off. “I don’t kiss and tell. Some women like it, some take to it slower, some don’t want it. I respect the wishes of those who allow me to pleasure them. Plus, I should mention that two women can play many of the same games.”

“OH! I had not realized the active female thing ... Cynthia...”

“ ... is pregnant, and my mother taught me never to tie up a pregnant woman, it is so much bother untying them every time they need to pee. The object, as always, is pleasure for both parties. Speaking of which...” I motioned to the door, “shall we go up stairs? I really should get my clothes off and get to loving on your wonderful body.”

She immediately brightened. I was delayed shutting things down and closing the room while she walked the few steps past the pool. At the bottom of the curving stairway she spun around to make sure she had my attention. She carefully hung her bathrobe on the bottom baluster of the stairway, then started up the stairs wearing just her high heels. As she climbed she swayed and turned her body, exposing herself to a rear view from below. She knew she was showing me her rosebud. The colors of her genitals were so vivid.

I moved towards her, but at the bottom of the stairs I stopped and looked up, watching her. “You really have a wonderful bottom, and it is best admired from this angle,” I said.

Her dark flesh turned crimson-tinged with embarrassment and delight at the words, she knew that from this angle her body’s entrances were very visible - like a picture of an erotic model who was showing her naughty stuff. Her backdoor was stretched open from her prep, awaiting my attention. Her nether lips were parted from her unconscious fingers during the toy room tour and her sexual entrance looked moist from her arousal fluids.

She hesitated but had a comeback. “I bet it would look better from close up,” she said, then covered her face with embarrassment at having said such a thing.

When Jessica was bent over the tension table, while I looked at her, we were both thinking of how I could use her body there. She was scared of the bondage aspect, but deep down she knew that was conditioning rather than her true response. In fact, since last Saturday the idea of being bent over like that and then bound for use by a series of men held a strange intense thrill for her. It went so counter to the life that she had been raised with. She wondered, maybe that was the appeal to her.

She had a thought, she imagined Corum, Brisk and me gathered around her bound on the tension table, ready to use her. Then she flashed on her father, on the X-cross, watching. Would his cock be up or down? She shivered at the mental image, she pictured him swollen to a point where he looked like he might burst.

With those thoughts in her mind she was striding up the stairs, posing with every step, accentuating her hips, like she was a ‘catwalk’ model except the only fashion she was wearing was her perfect dark skin. Her audience liked it.

Staying behind and below her, I followed her up and into my bedroom.

After I closed the bedroom door behind us I pressed myself against her bare body from behind, wrapped one arm around her breasts and the other around her hips as I pressed my clothed body against her naked flesh. I gave a gentle bite to her ear then whispered. “I think we are alone now.”

We had used those words before. She drew a sharp breath and a shiver ran through her. I felt her goosebumps. I knew that she was realizing how alone we were in the large house, how I could do just about anything. Today the words had a very specific meaning, the dark kiss, and pain that was part of what followed. She had seen me with Li in the morning. All day she anticipated this moment. She was hopeful, but she was afraid too.

I started to kiss the side of her neck and cheek, gentle kisses that linked childhood moments with the very adult thought of my cock pushing into her body, going in though the out door, where good girls never received visitors. She was driven to try what the bad girls did, to put her play on the other side of the line. She told herself that she came by the urge honestly, it was probably close to the neighborhood where her blood father - a man she never saw - had lived made her. He probably took her mother and other young women, so he could spend his cum in them without creating offspring, making them all his wives in the opulent harem of his mind, where his lack of coin did not disgrace and embarrass him. It was a harem where mothers were not desired. Apparently he thought that pregnancy “ruined the taste.” Her Mother had told Jessica these things privately, the Judge did not know. Jessica was an accident, or a case where lust got carried a step too far when her mother knew what could happen.

Well, before we got to the main event, Jessica felt she had to do something else first. “I want to undress you, and then I want to get in that rain shower and wash the day off of your body, like Do Wong did last night ... washing off the service girls...”

I interrupted. “I skipped that pleasure today, I even sent some home. I was saving up for a special night. Did you know I have one of the lowest ‘service use’ stats in the firm.”

“Oh good, more for me then.”

“Maximum capacity,” I said. She shuddered at the words.

She turned around and while we kissed she began undressing me. She took her time, it was not that complicated but she liked to savor the process. I had to kick my shoes off, but we kept our passionate kiss going while she got everything else removed. We finally stopped with me wearing just my socks.

In the shower she did not bother with a shower cap, she said it felt “more primitive that way,” as the water rained down. She also made a point of going to her knees before me, it was a deliberate and practiced pose. Then her tongue caught the tip of my cock as she sucked it into her mouth, holding me there while she removed my socks. She was much better at it than she was yesterday, Li must have given her some hints. While she was down there she looked up at me and slowly moved her hand along my leg, up to my balls, then reached around in back. She was looking at my face for any signal to stop, but none came. So she took some pleasure in sliding the tip of her finger into me.

“I know, you have been at work all day, so you are not ready for this...” she flicked her tongue, “ ... going in. But I would like to get some licks in the general area.”