This story, the further adventures of Alice, is the final part of theseries Absolutely Yours and Alice Takes a Walk.
We climbed up the steps at Jon's house, my lover and Jon stillleading me by the bright pink leash around my neck. My arms hung atmy sides, and my breasts felt almost unbearably heavy, bouncing andswaying as I was tugged along. I don't think I felt naked anymore. I was aware of my breasts, but the embarrassment was gone. They ledand I followed. I wasn't sure if I was grateful to be wearing mysweatpants or not. I wasn't sure how much I wanted to be displayedand exposed.
My extreme desire was fading, sort of like a color being washed outof an old cotton shirt. It was still there, but not very strong,although just looking at it could remind you of what it had been. Itwas replaced by a lethargy and exhaustion. We'd only been out forabout a half hour, and hadn't done all that much before hand. Butstill, I could have laid down and gone to sleep very easily at thispoint, had I been given the option.
We went into Jon's living room, with soft off-white leather furnitureand warm lighting. I curled up in the corner of a big chair, and letmy lover and Jon talk softly and drink their beers. They seemed toknow how tired I was, and let me drift off into a half sleep whileacoustic delta blues played in the background. I felt very peaceful.
I happily drowsed on, a small animal napping. It couldn't have beenvery late at all when I dimly heard the phone ring in the background. Jon spoke in a low voice, and then dialed another number. My lovermurmured into the phone, too, but I couldn't rouse myself to payattention. I must have slept for a bit, because in a while, Jon cameback and gently shook my shoulder and stroked my breast. By then itseemed quite natural to me that he should touch me that way. Hedidn't own me the way my lover did, but my body existed to be touchedat that point. He was free to touch me, until my lover said no, andI acquiesced entirely. He handed me a large mug of coffee. "Alice,you need to wake up. Here have a little of this". I smiled up athim as he sat down on the arm of the chair, and put his hand on mynaked back.
As I drank the coffee, he started touching me again. My lover wasn'tin the room, and Jon didn't offer to tell me where he was. Jondidn't offer to tell me much of anything, but kept stroking me like awell loved cat. The touches were gentle and without much pressure,but his rough fingertips provided plenty of friction in their trail. He ran them back and forth across my nipples and my body began torespond. I looked at him, but he stared back and I quickly broke mygaze, and looked down. "Good Alice", he said "Good, pliant Alice. You need to wash up a little after your walk".
He stood up and took my hands and led me through his bedroom into thegrey and pink tiled bath. The lights were dim but warm. It wassomewhat steamy from the bath and the air seemed scented. He reachedup to my neck and unbuckled the collar and leash. "Take off yoursweats" he said, in his normal quiet tones. I hesitated and blushed,a little. "Don't be silly", he said, "its nothing I haven't seen, ormore to the point, nothing you haven't shown me". I slowly untiedthe pants and let them fall. He watched intently as I stepped out ofthem, and sat down next to me on the edge of the tub. "Turn around" I did, with my back to him, supporting myself on the towel rack. Iwondered what would happen next, but received no clues. Silently, heran his hands up the backs of calves, along the backs of my thighs,and cupped my ass. The coffee had begun to wake me up inside, andhis touch was arousing me on the outside.
He stopped touching me before I was even close to reaching any peak. "Get into the tub" he said. I did, sitting down, carefully. Thewater was soft and fizzy, it felt wonderful on my skin. He took athick washcloth and a bar of Dove and started washing my back. "Liftyour arms". I did, conscious of pulling my breasts up as I did. Hewashed my shoulders, my armpits, and then my breasts. "Hands down,get up on your knees". I knelt in the tub and he ran the clothacross the backs of my thighs, and around to the insides. Hestopped, and I spread my thighs as far apart as the tub allowed. Hewashed ran the cloth up between my legs, and scrubbed my ass. Withhis hand cupped, he poured water down my ass crack and ran a bar ofsoap along my anus. It felt wonderful, and I closed my eyes inpleasure. He squeezed the washcloth over my ass, so the water rinsedout the soap. He the gently rubbed the cloth over my cunt, takingaway the last external traces of dried pleasure from earlier in theevening. He was careful not to touch me too much, not to arouse memore than a some predetermined level.
I felt the small push of an enema nozzle at the still tender entranceto my ass. "Relax", he said, "don't make it harder", as he filled mewith warm water. "Hold it for a moment". He turned the shower on,and taking a handheld spray, sprayed my body with warm water,stroking here and there as he did. "Get out, and empty yourself". Idid, and he indicated for me to get back into the tub. He rinsed meinside and out, twice more, forcing me to hold the water for longerthan I was accustomed, but never to the point of pain. I suspectedhe knew my limits, and was sure that this was all deliberate andplanned on his part. I looked at him to ask what next. "The painwill come later, Alice", he murmured as he rubbed some oil into myskin, careful to barely touch my cunt and ass.
It was all quite pleasant, and I felt clean. My arousal was stillquiet, my desire there, but in control. It was no longer my control,but Jon's and my lover's. When Jon stopped grooming me, I reachedfor my sweats, but he said "no, put this on" and handed me a onepiece silk teddy, trimmed in lace. It was a dark burgundy red andwith an opening at the crotch. The top was loose and had thin satinstraps. As I stepped into the garment he said, "wait, take out yournipple ring". I wondered about that, it was something that he and mylover found erotic. I pulled the straps over my shoulders, andrealized that it offered no support for my breasts, they swung freeunderneath.
I padded out of the bath, and he handed me a pair of high-heeledslipon shoes in black. "Put these on, too". Finally, he handed me ashort curly blond wig. I glanced at myself in a long mirror. Iwondered about makeup, surely I needed red lipstick and some darkeyes. Still, I thought I looked good, pivoting in the shoes. Itwas a costume, not too strange, it just wasn't me. As we went back into the bedroom I was going to ask where my loverwas, but Jon started giving me instructions. "First of all, for therest of the evening you are a high paid whore. Mine. I have paidfor you. You will do what I say, no questions. You need to wearthis, too" He handed me a large mask made of some soft black cloth,stiffened to fit over my face. I understood why there was no makeup. The front would nearly cover my entire face, leaving my mouth andchin underneath clear. There were two eye holes, rimmed in redsatin, and two long wings, sprinkled with dark glitter, that coveredmy cheeks. It fit over my head with surprisingly comfortable strapsin back. I was unrecognizable. "Say nothing to anyone who comesin". That stopped me. Who did he have in mind? Clearly someone whohe wanted to hide me from. Ah, someone might know about the ring. Certainly no one else of our friends had something quite so, well sodifferent. It made me smile to think about the uptight littleprofessionals.
I tottered back into the living room on the heels, confidently hiddenbehind the mask and costume. "Sit down, on the floor, at my feet,finish your coffee." Jon ordered. He then gave me a small bowlfilled with wine. He stroked my head, and then stood up. "I forgotone thing". He went out and came back carrying the pink leathercollar. Tossing it at me he said, "put it on". I did, and satstill. He said nothing, but drank his beer, and I sat, and lapped atthe wine. We passed ten minutes that way. I don't know if he wasnervous, he never showed that kind of outward sign. As I waited, myconfidence started to slip away. I alternated between anxiousnessand desire.
I heard a tapping at his wide glass door and started. I had littleperipheral vision, and needed to swivel around to see. My lover cameinto the room with Sam, another friend of his and Jon's. Sam was inthe middle of a messy divorce and best known for dating women 20years younger than he was. He was a sweet guy, trying to get laid,and not quite sure how. He was always kind to me, and although otherwomen thought of him as a foxhole feminist. I thought that if hewould just calm down, could probably find some wonderful woman forthe rest of his life.
"So", Sam smiled at Jon, but couldn't look directly at me, "this isthe, uh, uh, girl, uh, lady, he mentioned." When Jon didn't sayanything Sam continued struggling to find something more to say."She's good looking, cost a lot?" Jon shrugged. Jon did not givethings away, even to Sam. Sam felt he had to keep talking. "Whatwill she do?" Sam sat down on the couch, my lover in the chair I hadbeen in. The three men formed a semi-circle around me. Jon shruggedagain, and said "what do you want?" Sam thought, and took Jon atface value. "Let's see her tits". Then he grinned, like a kid in acandy shop. I looked up at Jon who nodded.
I got up on my knees, all three men were close enough to touch me. Itried not to look at them as I let one shoulder strap fall down sothat the silky top fluttered around my breast. I plumped up mybreast and pulled my nipple towards my mouth. I could stick mytongue out and flick it over the nipple. As I started to do so, Samjumped up. "Wow, oh wow", as he grabbed me and tried to suck mynipple into his mouth. He snatched at my other tit, clearly inbreast heaven. It felt good to be grabbed, to be desired, but Joninterrupted him. "Sam, wait, let's do this better". Sam reluctantlydisengaged, tweaked one nipple, and sat down. Jon snapped the leashonto the collar and pulled the silk strap back up over my shoulder. He started walking me around the room, I followed. Despite Sam andmy lover's eyes following me, this wasn't too hard. I liked beingwatched.
"Do something disgusting, slut". That was from my lover. It was thefirst thing he had said. I had been acutely aware of him watching. When I stopped to think about that, it made me feel very safe, veryloved. I believed that Jon cared, too, but his tough act was harderto penetrate. I also believed that Sam cared, but probably caredabout getting fucked, mostly. Jon walked me over near him. He ranhis hand down my back, raising goosebumps over my entire body, andthen pushed the straps down from my shoulders. Grabbing my breasts,he pulled me upright. "Something really lewd" he said. I wasn'tabout to ask what, and just waited for someone else to supplysomething for me to do. Say nothing, Jon had said. As fordisgusting, I wasn't sure what would fall into those categories. Iwas sure that the limits on my behavior were well outside of Sam's.
"Hands and knees again" Sam cried. He had clearly lost his initialdiscomfort. I figured that I could count on him to fill the emptyair spaces, and any other empty space that stayed still long enough. I complied. "Make her stick her fingers in" he said. "In what?" Jonasked. I suspected he was howling with laughter inside. "Unsnapthat thing she's wearing". Jon reached to me, and undid the teddy,rolling it up to expose my ass and cunt. Sam was delighted. "Turnaround, oh my, oh my". I turned facing away, so that my ass wastowards all of them. Sam started running his hands over my ass andreached to touch between my legs. "Stick a finger in your hole,honey". I wanted this more than Sam, probably. I put my head downon the ground, raising my ass up in the air. I spread my legs apartso the three men could see deep into my cunt. I licked my middlefinger of my right hand and traced around the edges of my labia,before slowly sliding it in. I hadn't needed to lick my finger, Iwas sopping wet, obvious to the three of them, too. "Whore", Jon said as he reached over and rolled me onto my back. Ifhe could have seen my cheeks, Sam would have had no idea why Iblushed. But it was true, I wanted to fuck all of them. Jon'shand's felt strong on me. "Now the other one, honey", Sam said. Iopened my mouth a little, and rubbed the tip of my finger on the endof my tongue. Then reaching around, I started touching my anus. Itwas a bit sensitive after the earlier play, hell it was stretched andsore and started all sorts of feelings running back and forth in me. I wanted them to touch me.
"Fuck yourself" That was my lover, softly. I did. I didn't have toact. My knees were bent, and pulled up to my chest, but my toespointed straight up in the air. My lover came around back of me, andsat behind me, close, forcing me to sit up a bit. He grabbed theinside of my thighs, near my knees, and help my legs as far apart asthey could go. His thumbs slid down the inside of my thighs, till hewas holding my cunt lips painfully wide. I leaned back into his armsand started moaning and rocking my hips, fingers pumping in and out. "Whore", Jon said again, to remind that he was watching me, wideopen, again. "What a show". Sam was enthusiastic, and having thisaudience kept raising my excitement. I started rubbing my clit, andgetting close to coming, for what must have been the tenth time thatevening.
Sam had unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. He was not inmy direct line of vision, so I couldn't see him entirely. It lookedlike he was stroking himself. "Let me fuck her, oh let me at her". "Do you have a condom?" Jon asked. "Of course, of course!", Samreplied, shucking his pants. He put the latex on, and came at mewith one of the largest cocks I had ever seen. I lay on my back andlooked up at him as he stood over me, spreading my legs wide whilethe other two watched.
"Hold your knees wide, honey". I grabbed my legs apart for him. Ithought he would just plunge into me, but he leaned over and lappedat my clit once or twice. I moaned again. I wanted to be fucked. Iwas ready, but he was large enough to hurt going in. I must havewinced because he stopped and said "oh, are you ok?". I nearlylaughed, it was so different from the treatment I received from Jonor my lover that night. Here was this he-man, fucking some namelesswhore, and he was concerned. I kissed him on his cheek, then andthere, and grabbing his shoulders, pulled him into me. Once in, itwas marvelous. I started to move on him, but he grunted once andflopped on me. He lay there, and then pulled out quickly. "Oh, toofast, too good". I was left frustrated again.
I tentatively touched my clit, knowing that Sam would appreciate theshow. But, Jon, not one to lose momentum, grabbed me up and said"suck on him" and pointed to my lover. I crawled over on hands andknees and tried to open my lovers pants with my teeth. I couldn't,so he helped and I slid his cock into my mouth. I suspected that hewouldn't be able to come again, but I knew he liked it so I went fora while. I guess he was embarrassed, too and faked an orgasm for thebenefit of Jon and Sam. I could have laughed. All these tough tops,and they're premature or flaccid. I smiled inside and felt a warmcharity to them, and not at all used, but still quite a bit horny.
But I was the premature one, and warm feelings were not to last. Jonwas the true cruel top of the group. He probably thought I wasenjoying myself too much, and that the others were too tired orexcited to really put me in my place. He grabbed me by the back ofthe mask and pulled me around. Pushing me onto all fours on thefloor, he pulled the silky cloth down over my hips, leaving me in thecollar and shoes. He pulled a set of nipple clamps out of his pocketand snapped them on me. They were sharper and meaner than the oneswe usually played with, and I nearly cried out for the pain. Hestood there for a few moments, and when the pain cleared from myface, he hung little fishing weights off of each, and set themswaying. I sucked in air, hard, but was silent. I could see Sambehind Jon, his eyes as wide as saucers. He was clearly out of hisleague.
Jon pulled his cock out and stuck it, condom covered, in my face."Suck" he said. I did. Oh, I did. "You want to get it wet, verywet". He rocked his hips in and out of my mouth, pushing his cock asdeep as it would go. He pushed on me enough to keep the weightsswaying on my nipples and a slow pain burning in my breasts. Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth and went behind me. With nograce or warning, he shoved himself in my ass, hard, fast andpainful. I was wide from before, but it felt like he was tearing meopen. Naked, being fucked hard in the ass, I wanted this.
The room was entirely silent, except for Jon's hard breathing. Hestarted pounding hard and held onto my shoulders. As he moved in me,he reached one hand around to my clit and rubbed it back and forth. The weights on my nipples were swaying back and forth, as I felt anorgasm, like a long awaited friend, rise up from deep inside of meand explode across my body. I jerked with spasms of pleasure, andbit hard on my lip, drawing blood.
When the sensations seemed to finally ebb, I was ready to quit, andmust have slowed down. Jon was not. "Oh, no, little whore" he saidsoftly, "I'm not nearly done, bitch". He continued to ride me, hard,squeezing my shoulders painfully. He leaned down on me, putting hisweight on my back, and reached around to the nipple clamps. Hestarted pulling my tits down from my body, stretching them as far asthey would go. "I want to see you cry" he said in my ear "I want tosee you hurt". He sharply bit into me, in way that would leave abruise on my back. A scream started somewhere deep in my throat, buthe clamped a hand over my mouth.
He stopped moving, but did not pull out. "Get that gag" he said tomy lover, his voice still soft, but filled with power. He pulled meback, like a rider pulling on a horse's bit as he tied it over mymouth. When it was tied on, he held me up by my breasts, forcing meto arch my back and balance on my knees. He continued to pinch mybreasts in rhythm with his strokes, as if showing off to Sam and mylover. In this new position, tears started spilling out of my eyes,pouring in great cascades down my face, dripping onto my breasts, andspotting the carpet. I don't know what Jon had tapped into, but Icouldn't stop. My lover, who had seen this before and learned towatch, sat back, intent on the scene. He knew where my limits wereand how much I needed this. He even understood what this meant tome. The fact that I wasn't sure at this point wasn't relevant to me. The feelings were so strong, and had built so high in me, that theorgasm was not enough to purge them. I cried, silently into the gag,letting pain and pleasure and humiliation wash over me.
Sam was not nearly so sanguine. He jumped up, and started toprotest, "Hey, Jon, that's not right". "Shut up Sam" was all Jonwould say. He bent over, forcing me back onto hands and knees. Ashe thrust into me, ripping me open, he pulled back on my hair,lifting my head up, forcing me to meet the other's eyes. I felt thatthe mask hid nothing of me, I was entirely bare to the world. Jon'sendurance was amazing. He reached around to my clit, first lightlytouching, and then pinching, then digging his fingernails into me. Icrossed the line between pain and pleasure a dozen times, losingtrack of the room, the people, even who it was on top of me, usingme. All I knew is that I had no choice, no will, but was only a bodyto receive what this rider gave me. I took it in, all of it, mynaked body hungry and grateful.
"You slut" he whispered to me, his southern accent creeping into themuted words. "You need the pain as much as the pleasure, and bothgive you a glow, a beauty that I want. That I will have". I heardhim, but I don't know if I responded. I don't know if I stoppedcrying, because the waves, oceans of feeling poured over me, swampingme, carrying me away. It could have been a minute, or ten, or ahundred. I knew that I must have come, because eventually thefeelings stopped. I was drained and slumped onto the floor.
The next thing I knew Jon put me into a long coat, and he and mylover carried me downstairs. "We've called you a cab. Go home to myplace and sleep". I nodded, I still had no voice. "Thank you,Alice", Jon said softly, "I've never felt anything like that before. And somehow I doubt I will again". But it was my lover who kissed meon the forehead and said "I love you, and always will".
ÿ