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TIED WITH A BOW By: Madeleine Oh, Dominique Adair, Jennifer Dunne
POWER PLAY
ISBN #1-84360-327-6
Annie's dominant lover, Mark, (Power Exchange) gives her Tom Baldwin, the TV actor heartthrob and fellow submissive, as a birthday present. Annie has plans for Tom, but the best laid plans can derail—in extreme and satisfying directions.
“There you are!” Claudine spread soothing oil on Annie’s newly-waxed pussy, her fingers felt cool against the sensitized flesh. “Looks beautiful, if I say so myself. All set for your birthday Saturday night?” Was she? It had seemed a brilliant idea at the time. “I think so.” Too wishy-washy, this was a one-time professional dominatrix she was talking to. “Yes, I’m ready. Is Tom?” Claudine let out a deep throaty chuckle. “Don’t worry, Annie. Tom will be ready when I tell him.” Annie didn’t doubt it. Seeing how Tom Baldwin, the heartthrob of half the female viewing population, followed his mistress's wishes, had been as much an education as Annie’s own tutelage in submission from her lover, Mark. Claudine eyed her handiwork critically. “How is it feeling?” “Easing off.” Now the hurt was fading, the slow tingle she remembered from last time built with each sweep of Claudine’s fingers. Before, Claudine eased everything by giving Annie a climax, but now… “Good!” Claudine stepped back. “Sorry, Annie,” she said, as Annie sighed with disappointment. “Mark was most specific. No helping you out this time.” Why was she not surprised? He, no doubt, wanted her panting for it by the time he got home. When Claudine left the small room, Annie dressed, deliberately leaving off her panties and stuffing them in her handbag. Not purely out of deference to Mark’s rules–she was still on her way home from work after all–but because the constant caress of the soft, well-washed cotton against her newly-denuded, and ultra-sensitive pussy, would drive her batty. “See you Saturday,” Claudine said, as Annie emerged, dressed, and hoping she looked far more composed than she felt. “Tom will be ready for you, I promise.” Annie only hoped she would be. Try as she might, as she drove home through the early evening, Annie couldn’t get her mind off the warm glow in her nether regions. Aching for it was the literal truth! If Mark hadn’t specifically prohibited it, she’d be grabbing her trusty her vibrator the minute she got home. As it was… She stopped at the Fish and Chip shop in the village and bought a portion of doner kebab. She was back in the car and turning into the lane leading to her cottage, before the oddness of that hit her. The village chippie had changed–and so had she. She might still be called ‘Cast-Iron Cavendish’ behind her back by the children at school, but her journey into submission with Mark had been as unexpected, as it was thrilling. The headmaster, who only yesterday complimented her on her classroom discipline and her fellow teachers, who admired her knack of dealing with recalcitrant students, would never dream that at a word or nod from her lover, she would strip naked and kneel at this feet, offering herself for their mutual pleasure. Just thinking about that was a rotten idea. Her pussy throbbed with an anticipation that was not going to get assuaged any time soon. Maybe a cold shower would work. It supposedly did for adolescents with raging hormones. The cold shower left her shivering with goosebumps over every centimeter of her body. Annie turned on the hot water full blast until the bathroom steamed up, adjusted the temperature to bearable, and stood under the warming spray. For good measure she washed her hair, dried herself and her damp hair, and pulled on well-worn and washed-soft sweats and sheepskin slippers. If she didn’t look sexy or alluring, maybe she wouldn’t feel so randy. She poured a glass of wine. Deciding to indulge herself she laid a place in her tiny dining room, using her grandmother’s silver and one of the three antique Wedgewood plates she’d found in a market stall a few months back. Mehemet’s doner kebab wasn’t exactly fillet steak but after a long day at school, and a session with Claudine and hot wax, it was as welcome as a feast. She’d taken three mouthfuls and two tastes of wine, when the phone rang. It was Mark. “Can’t talk now, love,” he said, his voice clear, despite the buzz of traffic in the background, “I’m in a taxi. Meeting just finished. Be at your computer at eight your time.” “Alright.” “Be ready!” He broke the connection. She still had almost an hour. Plenty of time for a leisurely dinner and a second glass of wine, if she fancied it. But what she really fancied was Mark. Just imagining Mark’s deep blue eyes gazing at her as she stood naked before him, sent her pussy purring. Yeah! And right now she’d better finish dinner, clean up, grade the papers she’d brought home, and get finished by eight. At least she didn’t have to dress up. She knew, without Mark telling her, he expected her to be naked. “Annie, are you naked?” Mark’s question appeared in the screen in a string of flickering letters. She pictured his fingers depressing each key just seconds before the letter appeared in her screen. “Yes, Mark.” “Wearing your collar?” “Yes.” Just! She’d almost forgotten and had zipped back to her dressing table to fasten it on while she watched the screen for his first message to appear. “Good! If you’d forgotten, I’d have to punish you when I return, and I’d much rather fuck you.” She wouldn’t argue with that. “When will you be back? I was at Claudine’s spa this afternoon and she asked. I told her Friday.” “So you went.” “Of course. You asked me to.” “You do everything I ask, don’t you Annie?” Her throat tightened at that. Good thing she didn’t have to speak. “Yes, Mark.” “You keep your lovely pussy waxed, just to please me, don’t you?” “Yes, but it pleases me too.” Had she really typed that? Yes! And meant it.
She hesitated as her body quickened. “I like the way my knickers rub my bare flesh, and…” “You wore knickers, Annie? What about my rules?” “Not after I left the spa, Mark. But I will tomorrow, when I go to school, and they will feel like a slow caress against my bare pussy. It keeps me thinking of you.” An emoticon :-) appeared on the screen. “Anything else it does to you? ” “Reminds me I’m yours.” Her chest tightened, as she read words she barely remembered typing. “Yes, you are, aren’t you, my love? Now’s your chance to show me, and if you please me, you’ll get rewarded.” What now? The screen stayed blank several moments. Of course! It was her turn to reply. “I’ll do my best.” “I know. On your knees!” How in the name of sanity was this going to work? On her knees, her keyboard was at eye level. Her touch typing wasn’t that good! She reached up and pulled the keyboard down on the carpet in front of her. That worked fine, but she’d give herself whiplash between the screen on her desk and the keyboard on the floor. There had to be a better way… “Just a moment, please, Mark.” “What’s the matter?” “Keyboard complications!” What now? She had it! Annie put her keyboard on the seat of her desk chair. She could comfortably type and watch the monitor at the same time. “I’ve got it now.” “You’ll be getting it in a while, if you please me, Annie. Are your thighs open?” Dear heaven, Mark! Were they? Annie spread her knees wider. She could only manage so far before her thigh muscles protested. “As wide as I can get them.” “Good, my love. Now, slowly, as nothing tonight is to be hurried, caress your left nipple.” Three gentle circles with her finger and the nipple was hard and ready, and her heartbeat racing. Annie shut her eyes, imagining it was Mark’s touch not her own. “Is it hard yet?” “Yes.” “Good. Open the bottom left drawer of your desk.” Where she kept spare paper for the printer? Why? Annie nudged along on her knees and pulled the drawer open. Her purple suede pussy whip––the flogger Mark gave her soon after they met––sat on the topmost pack of heavyweight super white. She shivered, remembering the kiss of the slim thongs on her flesh. Did Mark expect her to whip herself? Surely not? Why not? Could she? Could she not? She was already wet between her legs, just looking at the narrow curled tails of soft suede that either stung or caressed depending on the force behind Mark’s arm. Remembering Mark, Annie glanced up at her monitor. “ANNIE?” ‘Yes?” “You obeyed, I hope. What did you find?” “Our pussy whip.” Her heart thudded. The whip was ‘theirs’—his to wield, and hers to receive. “You’re distracted, Annie. Concentrate. What else is there?” Four packs of paper was the wrong answer. She brushed aside the suede thongs, to find nipple clamps, her mouth going dry as she stared at the shiny metal. “Nipple cramps” she typed, barely taking her eyes off them. “Pay attention, Annie!” Mark replied. “But I’m sure they will cramp! Take one, make sure your left nipple is as hard as you can make it, and clamp it.” It wasn’t the putting on, it was the rush of sensation when they came off, she hated, and Mark knew it. Annie frowned at the clamp in the palm of her hand, and closed her damp fist. Her nipple didn’t need any more hardening, but she took the time to warm the clamp, to make the going on easier. The pinch of the metal she felt deep in her pussy. As the sharp sting in her nipple eased to an achy numbness, she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “It’s on, Mark.” “Wonderful, Annie. If I parted your lovely cunt lips, I’d see you damp and ready. Wouldn’t I?” “Yes.” “Good. I’ll reward you for that…later. Now, what do you think I’ll ask next?” “To put on the other clamp?” Hell, why did she suggest it? One was more than enough. “Not yet! But I’m happy to see you so eager. Just one for now. I want you to savor the different sensations in your nipples. How does the left feel?” “Aching and burning, it’s not fully numb yet.” “Good! How about the other one?” “It’s tingling too.” Didn’t make sense but it was: a slow, not unpleasant, throb. “And your pussy?” “Wet.” Her fingers trembled as she typed. She was ready, and Mark would make her wait. “Wonderful! I love you, Annie. Remember your safe word?” “Yes, Annette Sophia Cavendish.” “How was school today?” “Alright. No panics. No unsanctioned fire drills, like last week. But I did get volunteered to do the Christmas Play.” “LOL! What are you doing?” “The head wanted Amahl and the Night Visitors, but since Bill Waite who used to do the music has gone, I said that was beyond me. So we’re doing the Christmas Carol, lots of extra parts, so we can have umpteen kids in it.” “Squeeze your other nipple as hard as you can.” How like Mark to switch from Scrooge and Ghosts of Christmas to nipple torture! But with only the slightest hesitation, Annie pinched her right nipple between thumb and index finger. “Pull your nipple out,” Mark typed. Annie stretched the sensitive flesh. ”Now put on the other clamp.” She gritted her teeth as the felt-padded teeth closed down. The ache was at least even now, but her pussy was positively tingling. What next? Annie took a couple deep breaths, exhaled slowly, and typed, “What should I do now, Mark.” There were no other clips, and no clothes pegs either, but the soft tresses of her flogger almost sang to her. She wanted their caress, and the slow, warm sting that followed. She needed to feel the bite on her skin, and the moist response between her legs. She ached for the wild climax that would follow, when Mark ordered her to come. And she was stuck on her knees, alone, with Mark on the other side of the English Channel. “Annie?” “Yes.”
“Yes, Mark.” “You are forbidden to come until I give the word.” Quite literally! Resisting the temptation to ask what he wanted, Annie waited, the whip loose in her hand, the tresses hanging slack by her thighs, and her nipples numb from the clips. Her breath came smooth and even but her heart raced with anticipation. “Are you holding the whip in your right hand?” “Yes.” “Trail it down your left arm. Slowly.” Soft as a caress she stroked her skin with the suede thongs, raising goosebumps, and heightening awareness of her body and her needs. “Now the right arm.” She switched hands, and obeyed. ”Down between your breasts to just below your navel. No lower!” It was hard to stop. A couple more inches and the soft tresses would tease the top of her slit. Mark would never know…but she would. She stopped, brushing the ends against her belly. “Repeat that. Twice.” Not hard to obey. Except her breath was catching and her heart beating faster than ever. “Stroke the front of your thighs…the backs.” Harder, but no hardship. Her skin tingled with the touch of suede on flesh, and her cunt flowed with anticipation. Mark didn’t let her down. “Back and forth between your legs.” Little moans accompanied the soft tails catching her sensitized flesh. She slowed her hand, as the wild spirals of arousal heightened and rushed her mind. Whip still in hand, she typed. “I’m conning!” “Not until you learn to spell, Annie!” Groaning, Annie dropped the darn whip on the carpet, and typed, “I’m coming!” “Yes, love. I’m not surprised. I know how that arouses you. But not until I give you permission.” A slow, agonized sound rose from deep in her belly. But she waited. Mark’s orders came slow and certain. More caresses with suede. Four slaps on her back, two over each shoulder, stinging but arousing her all the more. “Now. Slow as you know how, down across your breasts…your belly, tease your cunt just a little more. Stop! Count to seven and resume.” His orders continued: words chasing phrases across the screen. The pace quickened. Annie panted, a soft sheen of sweat gathering on her naked body. A stroke across her breast caught one clamp, eliciting a yelp, but on she followed, Mark’s directions increasing her need, and peaking her arousal. Sighs accompanied each touch of the whip. Annie whimpered, flicking the soft tresses against her now open, and ready, pussy. How much longer? “Nearly ready, Annie?” “Yes.” It took all her concentration to type three letters. “Good. Yank off those clamps.” Biting her lip, she braced for the sting of returning circulation. ”Up your thighs with the whip, down, and back, again, again.” She obeyed, panting, sighing and sweating until the long awaited words appeared. “Come, Annie! Come for me!” Before the last word appeared, her mind leapt: soaring to ecstasy as, with a great ripple of pleasure, her body convulsed, her knees gave way, and she ended up a tangled, sweaty heap on the carpet. “Alright, Annie?” How long those last two words sat on the screen, she had no idea. Could have been an hour while her body climaxed and her mind raced. “Yes, Mark,” she typed with shaking hands. “I love you.” “Mutual, my love,” he typed. “Now go to bed.” Holding onto the chair, she managed to stand, but barely remembered to shut down her computer, before curling up under her duvet. She was alone, but not lonely. Her body still thrummed with the joy of Mark’s power, and the thrill of a bone-weakening climax. She had no trouble sleeping...
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