Chase Turns Things Around

Switches 2

Chase Turns Things Around.

Brigid was getting ready for her playdate with Chase. Standing naked in her dressing room, and looking in her three-way mirror, she cupped her breasts. Not bad for forty-five. Tits sag a little, but the shelf bra will take care of that. Still a nice handful. She turned and looked back over her shoulder. Her glutes were still tight and toned. All those pliés at the barre played off, oh yeah, and the tennis helped.

Thinking back to her previous playdate with Chase, she remembered how playing with him got her so aroused. Not just because he was good looking, smart, not to mention rich, but because of the powerful chemistry between them. That last scene when she had him strapped to the spanking bench, she had paddled him hard, then fucked his ass with her ginormous strap-on and then paddled him some more. Looking at his reddened ass cheeks left her feeling powerful and so turned on she felt like she was on fire.

The fact that he took it without a whimper and even moaned with pleasure as she pegged him, had her thinking that there might be a deeper connection between the two of them. As he began to push back into her, she grabbed the strap around his waist and pounded him harder and faster. He cried out, "Give it to me." And she felt the energy from her toes to her head, her body was on fire, and she came with an earth-shaking orgasm.

After she orgasmed, she had taken the cane to him and laid stripes down his tight and toned butt. Seeing those stripes was like adding gas to the fire of her arousal, and she had to peg him once again. This time she got the whole two-and-a-half-inch wide section of her dildo past his anal sphincter. He cried out and pushed back into her.

Brigid had another massive orgasm that left her lying on his back while he was still strapped to the bench. Chase had some kind of sexual release, but she knew it wasn't a normal orgasm. She thought she could help him out by massaging his prostate to milk him, and that's when things went south.

She worked her hand into his anus, having had her foot in there earlier in the scene, and began to milk his prostate. He shouted for her to stop because he didn't want to lose the energy of the retained semen. She released him and took him into after care. When he could talk to her, he told her why he was upset that she milked his prostate.

Chase reminded her he specifically did not want an ejaculation. She let that stipulation slip her mind and only wanted to do something nice for him. Chase felt she had broken his trust and violated one of his hard limits.

He told her he very much enjoyed everything they had done up to that point. He also said he felt a powerful attraction to her, but some kind of amends would be required to restore equanimity.

So, here she was, getting dressed to go to Chase's house to scene with him and make those amends. Chase was the first man she had been with since her husband died five years earlier. She had sexually dominated her late husband, Mark. He had taught her all the things she could do to him using the sensory input of BDSM. She had loved him deeply, and his death left her feeling empty and alone.

Only the few friends she had made in her relationship with Mark were there to support her in her grief. She hadn't felt like being with anyone else until recently, when her closest of those friends, Jennifer and Jim, invited her to a small play party where she met Chase.

Chase and Brigid talked several times during the week after that party, discussing everything from art, to sports they liked, and discovered that they both played tennis. They even talked about spiritual practices. They both did some form of meditation. He brought up Tantra. He had studied it, but she only knew a little about it. All of this led her to feel there was a possibility of a deeper kind of relationship, but she was not ready for any kind of commitment.

Being with a different man, much less sexually submitting to a man, felt foreign to her and made her apprehensive. She was having second thoughts about whether she could go through with it. Mustering up her courage, she put on her dress, grabbed her purse, and got on the way to her next adventure.

~

When she arrived at Chase's Encino home, she looked hot, and it was hot in the San Fernando Valley. There was a curved walk that led to the front door and the hedge concealed the door from the street. Standing at the door, and even though no one could see her, she felt fearful. She was in unknown territory here and felt stressed. God, woman, get a grip. Push the freakin' doorbell.

He met her at the door wearing skin-tight, black chamois pants, with a leather cod piece covering his genitals. A form fitting sword fighter shirt with puffy sleeves and a wide leather belt with a red deerskin flogger hanging from it, and knee-high boots completed his costume.

Chase took one look at her and could see how tense she was. "You look so beautiful, but very uncomfortable. Come in and tell me what's going on."

Brigid stepped inside, and when Chase took her hand, he could feel her trembling.

"It's just that I've never let a man take control of me like this and I'm so nervous."

He put his arm around her and said, "Let's have a cup of coffee and talk. Don't worry. I've got this. I don't want to do anything that will scare you."

In his modern designer kitchen with all the high-end appliances and all the gear a top chef could want, they settled on the upholstered bar stools at the kitchen counter. "Coffee or espresso? He asked.

"Can you fix an Irish coffee?" Brigid wanted to know.

"Sure. But I don't have Irish whiskey, is bourbon, okay?"

"That would be great."

He poured the coffee and asked, "Cream and maple syrup?"

"Yes and yes."

As they sipped their drinks, Brigid said, "The maple syrup really softens the bite of the bourbon. Thanks for being so accommodating. I appreciate it."

"I'm glad I could indulge. I love doing nice things for you, and I have some really nice things in mind for later. So, please tell me what's making you so anxious?"

"I've never been restrained or had a man beat me or spank me, and I'm afraid that I won't like it."

"If there is anything you don't like, we'll stop immediately. No question." Chase said. "You don't need a safeword, just tell me to stop and I will immediately stop."

Brigid sipped her coffee and said, "I'm also afraid that I won't be able to relax enough for me to enjoy it, much less have you enjoy it. I know I said I could do it and I want to please you, but I'm afraid to fail."

"Listen, the last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable. I care about you and promise not to hurt you. We can stop and talk about it anytime you want. You can't fail at this."

"It's just because I'm afraid of the unknown.

"I've got you. I'll take care of you every step of the way... Feel better?"

"Maybe."

"Let me show you my fungeon and see if that makes you a little more comfortable."

He took her hand and led her out the double doors to the patio and then down a covered walkway to a small building. "I originally permitted this as an accessory dwelling unit, but now I use it as my playroom and sometimes as a guest house."

He led her inside, and they stopped just inside the door. She scanned the room and saw a beamed ceiling with hooks, a red post, a spanking bench, a king-sized bed, and a massage table. Her eyes stopped at a contraption on the wall.

"What is that?" she asked.

"That is the magical orgasm chair. I'll show it to you soon. But first, I want to show you the red pillar of pleasure. Come over here and give it a hug."

Brigid walked up to the red pillar, which was about eight inches in diameter, and put her hands on it. "Oooh. It's soft. Is this leather?"

"Yes, and it's padded so you can really embrace it. Go on. Give it a hug."

She wrapped her arms around the pillar and pressed into it. The next thing she knew, she was grinding her pelvis into it.

"This thing is seductive. It feels so good."

"That's the idea. I'll help you off with that dress and we can get this party started."

She steps back and says, "Not so fast, big boy. I want to know what you're going to do here. Are you going to whip me on this thing?"

"Absolutely." Chase picked up a deer skin flogger and smacked it across his palm. "It sounds scary, but it feels like you're getting a massage."

He handed the flogger to her and said, "Try it."

Brigid mimicked his action and struck the flogger across her palm. "It sounds wicked, but there's no pain to it."

"Right. Can we lose the dress now?"

She shrugged her shoulders, untied the wrap-around dress, and let it fall to the floor. Chase sucked in his breath as he saw her beautiful breasts pushed up and out of the shelf bra. Her nipples were hard and swollen. He looked down at her flat tummy, to the toned thighs encased in thigh high stockings and come-fuck-me shoes. Her pubes were hairless except for a quarter size patch of hair at the top of her slit.

"Is there a reason you have that little patch of hair just above your pussy?"

"Yes. when you pull on that little patch of hair, it pulls the hood off my clit, so you can lick directly on the glans, the most sensitive part."

"That's genius. I'll be sure to give that a try. God Brigid, you are so sexy. I want to devour you right now."

"That's okay with me."

"I think I'd like to see you totally naked. Come over here." He took her hand and led her over to the bed that was covered with a fitted black satin sheet and had two ivory colored silk pillows.

"That's a lovely-looking bed. What are you going to do with me here?" Maybe he just wants to fuck me. I'm confused.

"First, I'm going to take off your bra, garter belt, shoes, and stockings. Then I'm going to put these nicely padded leather cuffs on your wrists and ankles and I'm going to fasten you face down on that bed and give you a massage."

I can live with that. Bring it on.

He clipped her wrists to concealed eye bolts in the headboard, and clipped her ankles spread wide at the foot of the bed. He climbed on the bed next to her and began stroking her back with a featherlight touch. From her back, he moved his strokes to her arms, up and down each arm with the lightest touch he could manage.

Ooooh. That's the perfect touch.

As he moved around on the bed, she could feel his hard cock dragging over her body. This feels so sensuous. That cock of his is harder than my plastic vibrator.

He stroked her back again as he moved down to her buttocks and then to her thighs. Her skin was tight and toned. He kept moving up and down with that light touch, spending time on the backs of her knees. That got her moaning. When he was sure she was relaxed, he moved his strokes up to her ass.

"God, Brigid, I can't get enough of your beauty. Your skin is so soft and smooth, I want to lick you all over." And he did. Licking those beautiful globes, going from one side to the other. Spreading her ass cheeks to expose her anus, he licked from her taint up to her rosebud. Taking his time with slow, soft licks, he worked his way around her back hole, rimming it with a flat tongue. She was moaning, so he used his pointy tongue to probe into that inhibited entry and she pushed her butt up into his face.

Forgot how amazing that feels. Been a very long time.

He kept tonguing. She kept moaning.

"I think it's time to turn you over." He unclipped her ankles and arms, got her turned over, and refastened her ankles and wrists.

"Don't go anywhere," he smiled at her, "I'm going for a little antiseptic mouthwash. "

"That was incredible. You can torture me like that for a long time. More, please Chase."

"I'll be right back."

When he came back, he sat on the bed next to her and began stroking her arms with that same feather-light touch. Her eyes were closed, and she was purring like a cat. He paid attention to the insides of her wrists and elbows, and she sighed.

He straddled her with his cock resting on her mons. Leaning forward, he took her face between his hands and bent down and started putting soft kisses all over her face. He stopped with his lips just touching hers, and gently sucked her lower lip into his mouth and ran his tongue around her lip. She tried to lift her head up to him, seeking deeper kisses, but he held her firm and continued the teasing kisses.

Soft kisses as he worked his way down to her breasts. He pushed them up from the sides of her ribs and held them together like a pair of soft globes.

He looked down at them and said, "So beautiful and inviting." And he started kissing all around them. Taking her hard nipple into his mouth, he began sucking it, pulling it out and stretching it with each suck. When he got one nipple as far out as he could, he switched to the other nipple and sucked in the same way. When that nipple was as long as he could get it, he gently clamped his teeth around the nipple, just hard enough to keep that firm end of the nipple in the grip of his teeth.

"Oh, oh," she cried, as her hips began to move against him.

He took that as a signal to move back to the other nipple and give it the same treatment. When she moaned again, he stopped working her nipples and kissed his way down her belly and went past her mons to lick her thighs. As he licked his way down her thigh to her knee and back up, he would just brush her vulva with a flat tongue and then work on the other thigh. The next time he came up to her vulva, he stopped and licked all the fluid that was flowing out of her vagina.

"You taste delicious." He couldn't put a precise flavor to her vaginal fluids. They weren't sweet, more like tangy, but good. Licking her labia from the bottom to the top, just touching her clitoris. He used his tongue to separate her labia and then worked it into her vagina, lapping up all her pussy juice.

After he licked as much of her juice out of her vagina as he could, he focused on her clit. Then he remembered she had that little tuft of hair on top of her mons. He pulled that tuft up towards her belly and that pulled her clitoral hood back exposing the glans. He sucked her clit deeper into his mouth so he could massage the glans with the underside of his tongue.

Oh God, this guy knows what he's doing. I can't hold back much longer.

As she ground against his mouth, he reached up with his left hand and took her nipple between his forefinger and thumb and twisted it firmly as her moans deepened. He brought up his right hand and slipped a finger into her vagina.

"Cum for me, sweetheart," as he rapidly flicked her clit with his tongue.

Her hips were thrusting hard against his face, and she clamped her vagina on his finger, as she let out a series of explosive yells that sounded like a Viking warrior on a charge. He managed to keep his tongue in contact with her clit as her thrusting slowed and she settled into that post orgasmic state.

"Please hold me, Chase."

He quickly unhooked her ankles and wrists and brought her up to lie with her head nestled on his chest and her leg over his leg.

"Well, that was not the kind of torture I was expecting," she said.

"Don't worry darling, that was just to loosen you up. There's much more to come."

"I think we're off to a pretty good start."

"Well, yes, but there is this minor Chaseer of an amends you owe. When you're ready, I'm going to put you on the pillar of pleasure."

"Can we snuggle for a few more minutes?"

"I love holding you like this, and I know you're going to love what I have in store for you."

After a few more minutes, she felt his cock flexing against her thigh. This guy is a sex machine. Think I like it. "Seems like there's a part of you that wants to get to it."

"Oh, you noticed."

"Okay. Lead me on and let's see what happens."

Chase took her over to the red pillar. "I'm attaching these cuffs with easy to remove clips so you can get free anytime you want, so the idea of being restrained is symbolic. Now, before you hug that pillar, I want you to hug me."

He stepped up to her and took her in his arms, and gave her a warm, tender hug. She sighed and melted into him. After half a minute, he clipped her wrists to rings on the pillar that were positioned just above her head, on the back side of the post. Her arms were held up, wrapped around the column, forcing her to hug the pillar.

"Spread your legs a bit and let me check the state of lubrication in that beautiful pussy."

Chase reached under her backside and caressed her clit, eliciting a moan from her as he slipped a finger into her wet channel.

He picked up a vibrating device from a nearby table and held it up for he to see,

"I'm glad to see a delightful state of arousal here. This vibrator is an ingenious toy. It's adjustable so that when you are hugging the post, I can slide it up between your legs. The front part has a powerful vibrator that sits right on your clit, and I can control it remotely.

"The short part fits just over your clitoris. The long part is a soft plug that is just long enough to get in your vagina to stimulate your urethral sponge and G spot. Plus, that gives you something to squeeze on during orgasm. This bracket attaches to the post to keep it from falling out."

"You are an evil genius."

"Thank you. Now move in tight to the pillar while I slide this device up, so it hits all the right spots." He attached her ankles, which forced her legs around the post and pushed her pudendum up tight against the pillar.

"One last thing before I flog you."

He pulled on her nipples, which pushed her breasts out to either side of the post. He attached clover clamps that were connected by a short chain, so they went from one nipple around the post to the other nipple.

"Oh god. Those clips are intense. That might be too much for me," she said.

"I know. I've had that experience myself. The pain will ease in a few minutes and then they can do their work as the scene progresses. Okay?"

"Okay. I'll do my best not to wimp out." God, those things really hurt.

He snugged up the chain, so that any movement she made would put pressure on her nipples.

"I think we're ready to begin. I'll start softly and as I increase the strength of the hits, you can tell me, harder or softer, as we go. It that okay?"

"Yes." she nods.

Chase laid a series of soft strokes on her upper back and asked her, "How was that?"

"Very light. You can go a little harder."

Chase picked up a matching flogger and began a series of two-handed butterfly strokes across her upper back.

"How's that?"

"It's getting a little intense, but don't stop." My back is starting to feel tender. I can take a little more.

Chase grabbed the remote and turned on the vibrator in the J device at a low setting.

"Oh god, that's amazing," she said as her body quivered.

He increased the vibrations on her clit and resumed his butterfly pattern, increasing the strength of the hits. Her hips were grinding into the post and vibrator, and she was moving her chest around, pulling against the clips on her nipples.

She liked the sensation of hugging the padded post. When she moved her chest back a little, the chain connecting the clover clamps pulled on her nipples squeezing them harder. That pain went right to her clit as she ground her mons against the post even harder.

The rhythmic flogging on her upper back kept her present in the moment and heightened all the sensations. When Chase heard her moans increasing, he knew she was on the edge. He stopped flogging and shut off the vibrator.

Brigid wanted to scream in frustration. Everything had been feeling so good, she knew she was on the brink of orgasm.

"No, no. Please don't stop."

"You can't orgasm yet. Work a little harder."

"Oh please, I'm so close."

He put the floggers aside and stroked her back, working his way down to her butt. He squeezed the beautiful globes.

"God, you have such a great ass, it just begs to be spanked."

Chase spanked her. When her butt cheeks turned pink, he picked up a light wood paddle and turned the vibrator back on.

As he paddled her with stronger strokes, her hips ground against the post and the vibrator. Her breathing got quick and ragged. He gave her a few hard swats, then stopped spanking her and took off the nipple clamps. She screamed as the blood rushed back into her nipples. Chase stood behind her, pressing his body against her back. He lowered himself so that his cock fit into her ass crack, and he ground up against her. He reached around her, rolled her nipples, and her orgasm exploded.

She was quivering and shaking as the orgasmic energy filled her whole body. As the energy of the orgasmic rush subsided, she slumped against him, her body still quivering. As he held her, he stooped to unhook her ankles and then unhooked her wrists so she could lower her arms. He picked her up and vibrator fell away as he carried her to the bed, where he cuddled her. She was sitting across his lap, nuzzled into his chest. He stroked her hair as he pulled a small blanket around her.

When her eyes fluttered open, he eased her down on the bed and gave her gentle kisses. Her arms went around him, and her legs opened.

"Please make love to me," she whispered.

"I want to make love to you so much, I can barely stand it. You're so desirable and so vulnerable like this. But the thing is, I'm not finished with the amends you owe me. And you don't want to miss the next event. I promise you it will be worth the wait. "

"Oh no. I'm so hot for you."

She sees the determination in his face and said, "If that's the case, I'll need some refreshment and energy. Coffee, please."

He wrapped a terry-cloth robe around her and led her to the kitchen.

~

As they had their coffee and snacks, Brigid told him how much she enjoyed their scene. "I was apprehensive at first, but once we got started, I went with the sensations, and everything felt good. I surprised myself with the nipple clamps. They really hurt when you put them on, and then the sensation died. I forgot about them until I started orgasming. I pulled back against them, and the pain just deepened the overall sensation and pushed me over the top."

"That's the idea. Is there more you want to tell me about our scene?"

"I worried about dealing with the pain from the flogging and spanking. However, the way you led me into it seemed like an easy progression from titillating to an all-encompassing sensation. When I felt the vibrator start, it shifted my focus from the pain to the pleasure in my pussy. It was wonderful. I hated it when you were edging me. So frustrating, but then when I finally exploded, it was worth it. Thank you."

"You're welcome. More to come. I'd like to ask you a personal question, but I don't want to pry or upset you, so if it bothers you, you don't have to answer, and that will be OK."

"Ask."

"I really want to know about your relationship with your late husband. Please tell me how you formed the relationship and how he taught you to play the way you do."

"Just a few months ago, I don't think I could have answered that kind of question. I've been doing a lot of grief therapy and truthfully, playing with you has helped to open me up. I think I told you he was my Ph. D. advisor at Caltech. After I published my thesis, and I was no longer one of his students, I went back to him and asked if he could help me find a job with his connections at JPL. He asked me to lunch, and that led to a dinner date and concert dates and seduction. I think I was doing most of the seducing, but he gave me the opportunity. He was a handsome guy who stayed in shape, and I wanted him, not just for his body but for his amazing, brilliant mind."

"So how did you get into B&D with him?" Chase asked.

"He told me about his B&D proclivities and asked if I knew anything about kinky sex. I didn't. He had a list of books and bondage sites on the web and told me to read all the books and look at the sites. Then, if I wanted to play that way, I should call him. I read non-stop for two days.

"When I called him, he said that if I liked what he had exposed me to, he would love to have me as a partner. He invited me to his house and told me to come prepared to play.

"When he opened the door, he was naked and immediately invited me in and asked me to take off my clothes. I did, and we just stood there looking at each other. I wanted to cover myself, but I knew there would be no hiding out in this relationship, so I stood there and looked at him. He had an erection which was probably a little below average, but his scrotum was long, and his balls were big."

"Did it bother you he didn't have a large cock?"

"Not at all. I don't orgasm from penetration, anyway. It's the clit for me, although G spot stimulation helps sometimes."

"Can you tell me more? I love what you're saying. It's fascinating."

"He had a voracious sexual appetite that had been suppressed for years. My body has always been pretty good, and he worshipped it every chance he got. I would sit on his face, and he would lick me for long periods at a time. It was more than just licking. There was an energy exchange that used all that orgasmic energy, and it would put me into a meditative state that lasted for hours. It worked on him as well. He was hard the whole time."

"God, Brigid, that sounds like a dream come true."

"It was. I still miss that. He insisted I get all my body hair lasered, except for my little clit clump, which is why my pussy is so smooth. No stubble for me."

"I love that about you. Tell me more about how you dominated him."

"He loved having his scrotum stretched and having things hanging on his balls. Always wearing some kind of weight hanging there, even just being around the house. He had this big house in Pasadena and our backyard was very private. He had this little track built around the perimeter of the yard, and we would do various training exercises going around the track."

"Like what?"

"Wearing knee pads and mittens, he would be on his hands and knees with a twenty-five-pound weight on a chain attached to his ball stretcher. He had an anal hook up his ass and attached to a harness on his head. The head harness forced him to keep his head up and when he moved his head, the anal hook would hit his prostate. He would crawl around the track, pulling that weight, and I would beat his ass with a crop as he went."

"Were you in costume?"

"No. I rarely wore costumes at home. We mostly stayed naked all the time, and I avoided high heels as much as possible. There're so bad for the back."

"How did you finish the scene? Did he get off? What did you do?"

"Like you, he saved his orgasms, but I would edge him. When he was close, I would stop and crop his ass some more until he was exhausted."

"Then what?"

"I would help him out of his gear and get him into the hot tub where he would get relaxed and then go to bed for a nap or go to sleep if it was late."

"So interesting."

"Other times, he would have me cuff his wrists together behind his back and attach them to his ball stretcher. He would walk around that way, not able to sit down without sitting on his balls. That pulled on his scrotum, forcing his cock to hang straight down. There was a special loop that went around the rim of his coronal glans. It had a one-pound weight attached to it, stretching his penis down. It swayed as he walked. So bizarre.

"Mark was a sensation junkie. He found ways to self-torture so that while he was working at his standup desk, he would also be conscious of the erotic sensations he was experiencing. His theory was that those sensations would stimulate his creativity. It worked for him. He was a brilliant astrophysicist. They used his analyses and projections about what would happen in our deep space explorations.

"He loved licking my pussy several times a day. It was wonderful for both of us. I sat in my queening chair, and he would attach a leash to his ball stretcher and pull it up through his ass cheeks and give it to me to pull on. The idea being, the closer I was to orgasm, the harder I would pull on his balls. This was difficult to do. As you may know, when you're focused on your orgasm, you're not thinking about anything else. I got a lot of edging before I could do what he wanted.

"I could go on. There were so many kinky practices I could tell you about and I will at some point, but I'm really turned on by all this talk and I'd like to resume our play. If that's okay with you.

"Yes. Absolutely. I definitely want to hear more but I have a feeling we will have more time to talk. Let's go back to the fungeon."

~

He led her over to his magical orgasm chair. The chair had a small seat that was just big enough to hold her ass. A strap went around her waist and held her tight to the slanted back of the chair. Straps on the side of the chair held her arms down by her side. A T-bar at her shoulder level went out on each side of the chair. At the end of the T-bar, there were straps that had stirrup cuffs at the end. He lifted her feet and inserted them into the stirrups, which spread her legs wide open, leaving her whole bottom exposed and available.

"Are you okay? Comfortable?"

"I think so. Nothing hurts. My legs feel a little stretched, but not too much. So, I'm good to go."

Chase stepped on a switch and a winch motor engaged and raised the chair, so that she was even with him standing up, and it perfectly aligned his cock with her pussy. He rubbed his frenulum against her clit.

"Oh my god. This is incredible."

"There's more to this, as you will find out."

He leaned into her and took her face in his hands and kissed her. He was happy to see her eyes open and gazing into his as she responded to his kisses. As the passion in their kisses deepened, he reached down and stroked her nipples. Teasing them to erection. Taking a long piece of twine with a loop in the end, he wrapped the loop around her left nipple and pulled it taut and out to her left foot. He tied the end of the twine to her big toe and repeated the process with the other foot.

"Now flex your feet."

When she did, it pulled on her nipples.

"Oh no. When I orgasm, my feet are going to flex and pull on my nipples. You fiend!" She said, smiling.

Chase stepped away and picked up a slapper paddle and pulled a rolling stool over and sat down in front of her. He stepped on the switch again and the chair raised up, so her pussy was in line with his mouth.

"I hope this means you're going to lick me."

"I'm going to lick you for a long time, but first I think I need to put a little color on those thighs."

He began stroking her thigh with the lightest touch. Starting at the inside of her knees and working his way down to that hollow between her thighs and her vulva. Back and forth, teasing both thighs. The smooth skin was so sensuous. His cock had been hard for hours and was swelling even more.

Holding her left leg with his left hand, he slapped the inside of that thigh with his right hand. When that thigh turned pink, he switched to the other thigh. As both thighs turned pink, he switched to the slapper and left darker blotches with each stroke. Brigid was moaning with the pain and started squirming to escape. He stopped the slapping and kissed her thighs, working his way down to that hollow spot and then up her outer labia.

Her pussy was wide open, and the skin of her outer labia was so smooth he couldn't stop licking it. When he saw her clenching her PC muscle, he took that as a signal to move to her inner labia and get to her clitoris. Her labia minora were plump and swollen. He sucked her labia into his mouth and used his tongue to lick up and down.

"Please, sir," she moaned.

"Please what, sweetheart?"

"Please lick my clit, sir."

He gently sucked her clit into his mouth and reached around her thigh to put his left hand on her mons. He pulled up on the tuft of hair that pulled the hood on her clit up so that her glans was completely exposed. Using the underside of his tongue, he flicked it back and forth over her uncovered clitoral glans.

"Oh god," she moaned.

As he continued to flick her clit, he brought his right hand up and slipped his index finger into her dripping vagina. He found the engorged urethral tube and stroked it.

Her hips moved, thrusting to reach for an orgasm. Chase slowed his stimulation on her clit and focused on her urethral tube and G spot. She was moaning continuously and shaking her head back and forth as the sensations overwhelmed her. He wanted to get her to the edge as many times as he could before letting her have a complete orgasm.

With his finger inside her vagina and his mouth on her clit, he stopped all stimulation and just breathed his loving energy into her pussy as he exhaled and visualized her energy flowing back into him as he inhaled. As her breathing slowed, he could feel her coming down from the edge. He resumed his stimulation, and she resumed her moaning. Her breathing quickened and her hips were thrusting again, and he slowed just enough to keep her on the edge.

"Please, please, let me cum," she cried.

"Soon," he said as he withdrew his finger, stood up, and hit the switch to lower the chair. When the chair was level with his cock, he slipped the head of his cock into her dripping wet pussy.

"Oh god, fuck me hard, please."

Chase leaned in to kiss her, and she immediately sucked on his tongue. Her pussy relaxed and his cock slid balls deep into her and she shouted his name as she started cumming. Her feet were flexing, pulling on her nipples, which made her shout even more.

Chase had the chair positioned, so when his cock slid into her, it rubbed on her urethral sponge. He pumped in and out in strong, steady thrusts. He dropped his right hand down and started rubbing her clit as he pumped.

Brigid was moaning and crying, and he could feel her vaginal sphincter clamping down on his swollen cock. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop, and he wanted to come with her.

"Chase, God, give me your cum. I want all of you."

With his cock buried deep inside her, he rotated his hips, causing the head of his cock to circle around her cervix.

She screamed, "Cum, Chase. God, give it to me."

That pushed him over the edge. He could feel his orgasm starting in his toes, and his whole body vibrated. The ejaculatory contractions pulsed in his whole being. He looked into her eyes and shouted, "Oh god, Brigid. Take it all. Oh God, oh God, I'm coming."

She was thrusting against him, and her juices squirting against him as her orgasm peaked. His crotch was flooded with her juices.

He leaned in and kissed her, feeling the incredible bond they had just formed. When his heart slowed down, he loosened the cord on her nipples, lifted her feet out of the stirrups, freed her hands, and lifted her off the chair. He carried her over to the bed and cuddled her, pulling a coverlet around them.

"I don't know what to say," she whispered to him.

"Don't say anything. Just lay here and feel the incredible energy that's flowing between us."

Brigid snuggled in closer to him. Normally, she would feel exhausted and sated, but she was energized and excited. Having experienced the most powerful sexual encounter of her life, she had sensed the divine, the whole of the cosmos, and everything she knew about astrophysics was inside her.

"I think I just had a religious experience," she said.

"I know, me too. There is a Tantric mantra that means, Gone, gone, gone beyond, gone completely beyond, hail to enlightenment.

"This was very special. I definitely feel a mystical connection to you. I'm going to keep you in my arms for a while, and then I'm going to bathe you and feed you and we can talk about the magic we just created," he said.

"Yes, please," she replied.

~

Chase and Brigid sat across from each other at the kitchen table, finishing the turkey and avocado sandwiches Chase had made. She reached out and took his hand in hers and said, "That was the most intense sexual experience of my life. What I had with my husband was great, but this was, as you said, completely beyond. I never had a squirting orgasm before. Thank you for that."

Chase looked into her eyes and said, "It was my pleasure, and it was beyond the beyond for me as well. I want more of what we just had."

She looked back at him. "I do too, and my situation is this. You are the first man I've interacted with since my beloved husband died five years ago. I'm not ready to get into a committed relationship. All this is new to me. I'm afraid to move too fast."

"I agree. It won't do any good to rush into something that we haven't fully vetted, and I'll take as much of you as you are willing to give me."

"There's a party next week that we could go to together. It's a CFNM party."

"You mean clothed females and naked males, right?"

"Yes. It's at Jennifer and Jim's house. He's her sub, and she pretty much runs a female led relationship. But he's no wussy. He was a tennis pro and still plays competitively and is ranked pretty high. Have you been to CFNM party before?"

"No, I haven't. Tell me some things that might happen."

"I only know what Jennifer told me."

"What did she say?"

"The men, naked of course, served the food and then knelt by the women as they ate and fed the man by their side. After dinner, the men were blindfolded and tied, kneeling in front of a chair. The women would sit in the chair and the men would lick their pussies for five minutes, and then the men had to say whose pussy they thought they were licking. If they got it right, they would edge them close to orgasm. If they got it wrong, they got six swats with a paddle."

"That sounds like a fun game. What else?" Chase asked.

"The men each had to perform something to entertain the women. Jim had this pole that was about three feet long and had an enormous dildo on the end of it and he would fuck himself on the post/dildo while he flogged his cock and balls with a short flogger."

"That sounds interesting. What else?"

"The men will each have prepared an entertainment that will turn everybody on. It should also be painful or at least uncomfortable for the man, a challenge."

"So I have to come up with some kind of stimulating sexual torture that will entertain you. Right?"

"Yes, and if it's not enough of a challenge, you may have to change it until it is challenging."

"If I think it may be harmful, I can safeword out. Correct?"

"Of course. Do you have any change to your hard limits, Chase?"

"Not really."

"So that means you'll go?"

"Sure. I love the idea of playing more with you. I'm in."

"Well, bring your knee pads and your favorite ball stretcher. Think about using something like tadalafil. We will expect you to be hard all evening."

"Love it." This sounds like my kind of party.

Is Chase in over his head? Can he make it through unscathed?