07. Karen’s new vistas for Emma

IT was one of those days. Karen was edgy, in all senses of the word. Judith, her granddaughter, had come for coffee and the conversation, shall we say, was at the erotic end of not polite. Judith had left Karen with a sloppy kiss and wink, and now Karen was contemplating what to do. It was Friday late morning and her next 'date' wasn't until the following Wednesday. And then she remembered Emma, the young woman whose husband, the blandly named and equally bland Brad, had viewed their session. As Emma was leaving, she had slipped Karen her cell number. So Karen went to her desk and, along with the unspent fee from Erika, was a crumpled piece of paper with Emma's number scrawled on it.

Karen examined it.

"What the hell," she thought, and dialled the number.

"This is Emma," she answered, in a professional but unmistakable voice of the young beauty.

"Emma, this is Karen. You gave me your number after..." Karen's voice trailed off as Emma reacted.

"Oh my god, Karen! I didn't think I'd hear from you. I'd hoped but... wow... what a pleasant surprise."

Emma's mind was racing and her nipples became notably erect.

"Well," said Karen, "I wasn't sure if you would remember," faux self-deprecation always helped, "but I was so taken by you that I... wondered... if... maybe we could see each other again... on an entirely, shall we say, personal basis, you understand?"

Emma would have paid but was inwardly delighted by the implication of "personal basis", and she could have reached down the phone and hugged Karen if she could.

"Yes, yes... I'd love to see you again. I have such fond" -- hardly seemed the word -- "memories of last time."

"I'm so glad, Emma. I'm pretty free until next Wednesday, and have only meetings with a trainer and a few family things that can be reshuffled. Otherwise I'm wide open."

"What about this weekend? Brad left yesterday on a business trip and he's away until next week. Why don't you come and spend the weekend with me... starting tonight?"

Now it was Karen's turn to be flabbergasted. She managed to sputter her acceptance of the invitation and to note down Emma's address, a penthouse in an upmarket part of town. She would be there at 7.30 for 8pm.

What to wear? She marched into her bedroom, flung open the doors of her closet and began rifling through her dresses and skirts. She had a neck-to-ankle black Sonia Rykiel dress that flattered her bust and flared at the bottom. It was old and she liked it. That would do for Saturday night. For tonight it would be the Jill Sander tailored stovepipe pants, a starched white shirt, and a waisted black leather jacket she'd bought in Florence a couple of years ago and adored.

"It's so hard to pack when you're not expecting to be wearing clothes that much," mused Karen.

She packed a diaphanous cream silk gown which left nothing to the imagination, some jeans and everyday dresses, and then gave up.

"That would have to do."

A wicked smile came over her face... toys.

"I will have to bring some toys."

It went without saying that the primus inter pares of her collection was her purple 8" feeldoe--an instrument which she deployed with skill and panache. In fact, she had two, the second for anal. She got a pair of nipple clamps, connected by a chain, and some clothes pegs, three to be precise. She looked over to her dressing table and saw her riding crop. Should I? She thought. She remembered Emma calling her Mistress and, while she hadn't embraced the lifestyle, Karen quite liked being in charge, and playing what she called 'D/s-lite' bedroom games. So in went the crop, along with assorted butt plugs, vibes and dildos.

She had a light lunch and spent the rest of the afternoon at her boudoir. A long bath with Epsom salts (for her joints) was followed by an inspection of her quim, for errant hairs, and then the application of almond oil to it. It took all Karen's strength not to give in to an overwhelming desire to masturbate. She was strong; she wanted to be pent up for Emma. She oiled her legs, her ass, and her tits, then went and sat down on a towel-protected sofa and allowed the oils to soak in. When finished, she vigorously wiped herself with a towel to remove any excess.

IT was now later afternoon. Karen was wearing a heavier gown than the one she paced and had on beneath it her bra and thong, matching in their lacey-ness and transparency. She regarded herself and was pleased with what exercise and Pilates had achieved. Not bad for 53, she thought. She went to the bar to fix herself a drink. She retrieved a bottle of 1993 Speyside single malt Scotch whisky and poured herself a measure, over which she splashed some water. She took a sip and immediately felt the calming properties of this delicious elixir.

With Bach in the background, Hewitt playing the English suites, she lost herself in the myriad notes the master conjured for her ears. She drifted and was brought back to consciousness only when it stopped.

"Fuck," look at the time, she thought. It was 6.45 pm. She got her phone and ordered an Uber. Surge pricing was on and she accepted the higher price and then proceeded to get dressed. Her black stovepipes, her starched white shirt (three buttons undone), and her Florentine leather jacket. She added gold studs to her ears and a long woven gold chain for around her neck. A Ferragamo crocodile clutch completed the ensemble. She was dressed to kill.

Uber gives the false sense of certainty by producing a map on your phone of where the car is and when it will get to you. It doesn't stop it being late. And late Karen's Uber was. She hated that. Punctuality was one of her red lines. Deep breaths. She pushed back into the car seat and calmed herself. When she arrived at Emma's apartment building (actually tower) at 7.40 pm, she was serene but not inclined to tip.

A high-speed elevator took Karen to the top of the building in seconds. It opened into a vestibule sparsely decorated, featuring a beautiful cherry wood console table inlaid with cherry blossom marquetry. Karen paused to admire it, but before she could give it her whole attention, Emma had opened her door and was talking to her.

"Karen, I can't believe it. Come in. You look fabulous... I love that leather jacket," the compliments cascaded as Karen refocused her gaze upon Emma. What a vision of lovely raw sex she was. A red cashmere sweater covered her torso, and Karen could see from the state of her nipples that she was braless, and a lime green mini skirt. She wore flats on her feet.

Karen met her in the doorway and they kissed, Emma a little too eagerly, Karen, who wanted a drink, thought. Emma looked into her eyes like a smitten schoolgirl. Karen smiled and told her how beautiful she was.

"I would kill for a drink, darling," she said.

"Yes, of course, come in. Let me put your bag in the bedroom and I'll get you a drink," said Emma. She picked it up and noted its weight.

"A girl has to prepare for everything, darling," said a smiling Karen.

The front door of Emma's apartment opened into a large living room with an external balcony running along two sides, a vantage point that promised spectacular views of the city. As she walked in, she saw the room was anchored by a central low table around which were four, and what looked to be, very comfortable sofas. Karen sat herself down and found they were also of a height that made getting on and off them easy. As she settled in, she could not help but notice a small statue sitting in the middle of the low table and revolving imperceptibly. It was a copy, in what looked like marble, of Canova's Three Graces, that exquisite rendition of three of Zeus's daughters interlocked and naked. Their beauty was enhanced by Canova's sensual appreciation of their bottoms, to which Karen gave her full attention.

"What can I get you to dink, Karen?" Emma said from behind.

Karen turned to see her date expectant.

"Scotch... single malt?" she said.

"Brad has lots of that."

"Choose one for me."

Emma returned with the drinks, my scotch and her martini, and sat next to her.

"I saw you admiring the Canova... They are lovely, aren't they?"

"Oh yes... stunning, simply stunning... He's caught their beauty exquisitely. And what lovely bottoms," said Karen, smiling at Emma and lifting her glass. "Cheers."

The two chatted. The text, as it were, was the apartment, how long they had had it (two and a half years), the decoration (Emma's interest in the 17th century and Brad's in modern art produced an eclectic mix of Jasper Johns and Italian works on paper), but the subtext was an exploration of their mutual attraction, with Emma playing with her hair under the searching gaze of the older woman. For her part, Karen was overcome with a strange feeling of authority and power that she hadn't really experienced so intensely before. She had registered echoes of it before, especially when she took charge with one of her women, but sitting here with Emma, so bold, so deviant, yet so, so pliable as to be putty in Karen's hands, she felt so horny, her breasts and, more importantly, her quim, the Richter scale of her arousal, all cried out for satisfaction. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes and said to herself:

"You have a weekend with this young woman; pace yourself."

"Are you ok?" she heard Emma ask for the second time.

Karen refocused, shook herself, and smiled at Emma.

"I've never been better; I don't know what came over me." Then, mischievously, "I must have been thinking of our weekend and got lost in thought."

Emma had prepared a simple supper for their evening meal, which they sat down for at 8:15. The starter was asparagus, steamed and tossed in a light vinaigrette. For the main course ("I thought you were," Karen quipped to giggles all round) she seared two small yellowfin tuna steaks on a bed of ratatouille. They washed it all down with a bottle of Gigondas.

"I love your cooking. You'd make a girl a wonderful wife," Karen said as she embraced Emma in the kitchen after cleaning up.

"Is that a proposal?"

"More an expression of just how much you impress me, but it's an intriguing thought."

Emma looked up and Karen kissed her. The younger woman relaxed into the arms of the older and in no time they were undressing there, in the kitchen, while trying to stay attached at the mouth. It was bound to fail, and did.

"You'll have to help me with this hook," Karen said, as she turned her back on Emma.

Karen felt her fingers grip her bra and release it. Emma pushed the bra off Karen's shoulders with a fluid sweep that resulted in her hands cupping Karen's tits. The older woman released an audible moan. She wanted to turn but Emma prevented her, her hands massaging Karen's tits and her fingers now gently tugging those mature engorged nipples as she kissed Karen's back.

"I've missed you," said Emma.

"And I've missed you."

Karen gave herself over to the moment. She loved breast play and Emma knew what to do, alternatively massaging her tits and tugging her nipples. Love it as she did, it was for her to control what passed between them and she turned and looked searchingly into the younger woman's eyes. Karen half smiled and said,

"To bed with you, my girl."

At this command Emma exhaled. Eyes downcast, she lifted them to look at the older woman who was now standing straight and shoulders back.

"I love it when you call me that," said Emma. "You know, Karen, I am yours."

"Yes, I know that. You are mine."

And with that she led the younger woman to the bed and told her to lie on her back.

"Yes, M... Mi.... Karen," she spluttered.

Karen smiled.

"I'm happy for you to call me Karen but if you want a different name you can call me Domina."

Emma gasped and playfully said: "Domina, dominae, dominam, domina," and giggled as she declined the Latin noun.

"I like Domina, Karen. I could get used to that."

By this time Karen was lying next to her, on her side. She was looking down at Emma, and moving errant hairs from her gorgeous face.

"I would like you to get used to that," she said as she lent in and kissed the younger woman on the lips. She kissed her hard, their teeth clashed as well as their tongues. Karen thrust her tongue into Emma's mouth like a conquering invader; she sucked on her tongue like she was trying to rip it out by the roots.

This was a side of Karen Emma's had never experienced before; in truth Karen was surprised by the force of her aggression. But Emma surrendered to her, revelling in her submission. She stroked Karen's tit as they kissed. She moaned and moaned into Karen's mouth, and she was excited to feel Karen's hand slide over her stomach and begin to massage her mound.

Soon Karen's expert fingers were parting Emma's labia and exploring her cunt. She had lubricated them with Emma's delicate cream and was circling her clit slowly. Karen broke their kiss and looked down on her younger lover.

"I want you to cum for me, Emma," she said.

And as Emma was nodding her assent, Karen slid the middle finger of her right hand into Emma's heavily lubricated cunt.

"Your cunt is so wet, darling," Karen purred.

"Always for you," Emma replied.

Karen lent in and took the woman's left nipple in her lips, then teeth. She bit down. Emma yelped. Karen sucked. Emma moaned and grated her hips on Karen's fingers, for there were now two inside her. Karen's thumb was attending to her clit. Releasing the captive nipple, she murmured in Emma's ear, "good girl"; Emma absorbed the approval. She shuddered and moaned louder. Her orgasm was near.

Karen observed the arrival of Emma's orgasm with an aficionado's eye. Emma's breathing became disjointed; Karen could feel her heart racing. Her head was rocking from side to side, and her back was arching as she pushed down harder on Karen's hand.

"Cum for Karen, darling," Karen said.

"So, so close," Emma aspirated.

"Say my name out loud, when you climax."

"Yessss."

Emma's orgasm rose in her like a mighty wave. As it reached its apogee, time seemed to stand still for an instant. She was at the peak and time had stopped. The wave unleashed with such an elemental force that Emma thought she might pass out. But she remembered, at the height of her ecstasy, to say KAREN.

The next day, having slept in, they rose and had a light breakfast of coffee and toast. The weather was glorious and Karen proposed they explore the city and do some shopping. Emma was all for it and they quickly got dressed in their street clothes -- impossibly tight jeans for Emma and a crisp shirt; a generous dress for Karen, slightly gathered at the waist but not too much. Karen told Emma she wanted her to go commando, and so would Karen.

"You never know when the urge takes one, and I want you available, young lady," she said with a smile.

Emma shivered, an unseen shiver, and felt a deep sense of security. She smiled and said:

"Of course, Karen."

They left Emma's apartment building and turned right down the avenue towards the park. It was a perfect autumn day, warm and not too hot. Perfect for walking and people-watching, not to mention some retail therapy along the way.

As they strolled, Karen looked over at her companion and thought how lucky she was to have such a creature. She felt a surge of power within her as she contemplated a deeper relationship with her. A light, warm breeze buffeted her dress, showing her form underneath. Karen didn't care what anyone thought.

They window-shopped and inevitably Emma saw something that caught her eye--a form-hugging dress that gave way around the hips to a fuller, more fluid pleated garment. It was a deep burgundy red and would certainly suit Emma's slender frame and pure complexion. The shop assistant presented the dress and estimated, correctly, Emma's size. She showed them to the changing rooms at the back of the store, and Emma insisted that Karen join her.

Inside the room, Emma quickly stripped down to her underwear. Karen was entranced. She climbed into the dress, turned to Karen to zip her up, which she did, and then looked at herself in the mirror. It suited her. The dress hugged her torso and resolved itself with a neckline that made the most of Emma's collarbone and neck. Below the waist, the pleats allowed it to flare, especially if she did a twirl.

"It was made for you, darling," Karen said unbidden. " "It makes the most of your lovely figure and the colour suits your complexion perfectly. Buy it."

"Yes, I think I will," said Emma.

When Emma got out of the dress, Karen was there to help her. When the younger woman was back in her underwear and looking at herself in the mirror, Karen, from behind, wrapped her arms around her and nuzzled her neck.

"You really are quite divine, Emma," the older woman said.

Emma lent her head back, her throat exposed, resting on Karen. The older woman's hand slid over Emma's almost flat stomach. She slid her hand between Emma's panties and mound and cupped her cunt with her right hand. She felt her with her fingers and her middle digit parted Emma's labia; the fingers either side were brought together in a light grip as the middle finger massaged her hood and clit.

Emma moaned and rested her torso against the older woman. Her arms were around Karen and rested on the older woman's ass.

"My girl," Karen whispered.

"Yes, your girl," replied Emma.

"Mine."

"Yours."

Karen withdrew her finger and smeared Emma's lips with her juices. Then she kissed her roughly and finger-fucked her until the younger woman came in a suppressed rush and collapsed in Karen's arms.

On the street again, the two walked arm in arm, as any two women friends might. Emma felt an inner glow and not just because of the orgasm she'd had 20 minutes ago. She stole glances at Karen and inwardly marvelled at her: her commanding presence in the bedroom, her boldness in the changing room -- she would never have guessed -- but what she really liked was Karen's sensuality and real beauty. She thought to herself that this woman could be, in age terms, her mother's sister -- yikes! -- and yet she felt herself falling helplessly, no, willingly under her spell. She clasped Karen's arm close to her and squeezed, and lent her head on her shoulder.

"What is it, darling?" Karen asked.

"Nothing," said Emma. "Can't a girl show some affection?"

Karen squeezed her arm too and smiled.

THAT afternoon, when they were back at the apartment and Emma was busying herself in the kitchen, Karen retired to Emma's ensuite bathroom. She had the smallest package she had dropped into the pharmacy to acquire: an electronic colon cleanser, better known as an enema machine. It was battery-operated, came with a 1.5-litre measuring cup that acts as a reservoir, and could operate at a variety of speeds and pressures. But the standout feature was the nozzle, four and a half inches long and possessing seven holes for water flow. It was like a fountain. Karen planned to treat Emma well, so the machine would be set on a gentle, soft rinse, and she would take her time in delivering the fluid.

Karen led Emma into the bathroom. It was spacious, with a large walk-in shower, a separate bath, sunken, and a toilet and a bidet.

"What's that?" enquired Emma, taken by surprise.

"Darling, it's something special I got for us. Remember when I went to the pharmacy? We're going to do something very special, the most intimate act of love between two women."

Emma raised her eyes.

"Really? What could that be?"

Karen moved closer and put her arms around her. Her hands extended to Emma's ass, and she looked her in the eye.

"I'm going to have your ass tonight, dear."

Emma froze momentarily.

"But why does it hurt?"

"I would never hurt you, Emma, and tonight I promise you I will transport you to another realm."

Emma gulped. But she trusted Karen, and she felt herself even becoming a little closer to her. They both then revived the vestiges of clothing they were wearing. Karen admiring Emma's lithe form, and Emma Karen's toned curves and lovely tits.

Karen produced tube KY gel and instructed the young woman to place her hands on her vanity basin and push her ass out. Emma complied obediently. Karen looked at her, ran the palm of her hand over Emma's ass and smiled. She parted her cheeks and applied a liberal squirt of the KY. Emma flinched as the cold gel touched her most sensitive part.

"Oh, that's so cold," she said.

"Yes, it is, but everything will be okay."

Karen used her finger to spread the gel on her sphincter.

"Just relax, darling," she said as she slid the tip of her index finger into Emma's puckered star.

Emma moaned. Karen explained that when the fluid entered her she would feel herself expand.

"I want you to hold it. Then you will sit on the toilet and you will express it from your bottom. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Domina..."

Karen pushed her finger in a little more, and then withdrew it.

"Good girl."

Emma felt a tingle.

"I'm going to put this nozzle into you. It won't hurt. At its end there are seven holes for the water to exit. The pressure won't be too strong; it will be gentle. The water will clean all the canals and relax you inside. Here I go."

She placed the tip of the device on Emma's rose and slowly pushed it into her ass. Emma gasped. She moaned.

"Fuck," she said.

Karen turned on the machine and it began to drain the 1.5-litre container.

"Oh my," the girl said, "I can feel myself expanding."

"That's entirely normal," said Karen. " I won't overfill you." Then the machine finished. "How do you feel, lover?"

"I feel like there's a balloon blowing up inside me. My stomach feels heavy."

Karen then helped Emma sit on the toilet and just before she finally sat down, Karen removed the magic device.

"Relax and push."

Emma felt vulnerable, exposed, and intensely embarrassed with Karen watching and hearing her every move. Karen smiled and stroked her hair.

As Emma expressed the intents of her bowels into the toilet pan, a moan followed by a whimper escaped her mouth.

Clearly it wasn't just water that was coming out, but that was the whole reason for the enema, so that Emma was completely clean inside. Karen repeated the procedure again and then on the third time Karen said,

"I'm going to add a shot of vodka to this one."

Emma's entrails could absorb alcohol as easily as her stomach.

"This will give you a nice feeling, darling. It will further help relax you. Okay?"

And so Karen poured a generous measure of vodka into the solution of warm water and inserted the device into Emma's ass once more. This time Emma was only louder because she had begun to enjoy what was happening to her. When she was full, Karen carefully removed the tube and replaced it with a small butt plug.

"I want you plugged like this for another five or so minutes."

"Really, you sure?"

She took the young woman in her arms and kissed her hungrily, passionately, even a little possessively.

"Yes," Karen said defiantly.

Time to sit on the toilet. When Emma was seated, Karen knelt and put her hands between her legs and reached for the butt plug. Emma placed her hands on Karen's head and filled her fingers with her hair.

"Mmmm," said Karen. "Out it comes."

Emma had lost control and the contents of her bowels flooded the toilet pan. She was powerless to stop it. Karen was delighted to see that the fluid was clear; there were no more solids. She rose and got a towel and, after helping a slightly unsteady Emma to her feet, she dried her young lover, took her by the hand, and led her to bed.

"I feel so humiliated... embarrassed," Emma, almost tearful, said.

Karen sat next to her and cradled her in her arms. She held her tight and kissed her head.

"These are entirely natural feelings," she said soothingly. "But you have no need to feel embarrassed. In time you will come to like this ritual of pure lovemaking."

Emma sniffed and shuddered a little in Karen's arms. The older woman lifted Emma's chin and turned her head toward her. Then she softly kissed her on the lips and Emma let out a little moan. Soon their kissing was more intense and Karen was taking control of Emma once again. She laid her down on her back and, looking down on her, surveyed her newfound America. Karen bent down and took Emma's left nipple and a portion of her breast into her mouth, her tongue stimulating the former. She then moved to the right to afford it similar treatment. Emma luxuriated in the attention from Karen and stroked the latter's hair as she attended to Emma.

Karen continued her downwards exploration of her new territory, rubbing her face on Emma's stomach and licking the cavity in her belly button. Further down she travelled and Emma responded by shifting her bottom and opening her legs. Soon Karen had Emma's goods between her lips; her tongue was probing first her pee hole and then her clit. When she came into contact with that tiny island of sensitivity, Emma jolted, moaned and took a handful of Karen's hair in her fist. Karen moaned and continued her island assault.

"Mmmmm, don't stop," Emma gasped as Karen looked up.

"Rollover for me, and lift your ass." Karen said.

"Yes, Domina," Emma replied.

"I like being called that," Karen said. Emma smiled and turned over.

Karen ran her hand over Emma's ass, and pushed her index finger into Emma's eager cunt. The younger woman gasped and let out a low-frequency moan. Karen smiled. She kept her finger occupied there as she kissed and licked Emma's ass. Nuzzling her newly cleaned crack and circling her puckered star with the point of her tongue.

"Oh my, fuck," Emma said. "Yessssssss."

Karen lavished attention on her ass, her star in particular; that was the object of her desire, her safe harbour for her lust.

Emma shuddered to the orgasm that Karen's attention was designed to produce. She lay face down in a reverie of small aftershocks. Karen watched her, twitching and moaning, and as Emma recovered herself Karen took her purple feeldoe that had been lying on the bed and secured it in her cunt.

She lent over Emma, running the palm of her hand from her ass to her shoulders and back again. Emma hummed her pleasure.

"Now it's my turn," Karen said. "Time for the main event, darling. Prepare yourself for the cold lube."

"Yes, Domina."

Karen smiled and with one hand she parted Emma's ass cheese and with the other squeezed a generous dollop of KY onto her asshole. She spread it and massaged it in. Emma's gasp turned into a moan of pleasure.

"Now lie on your side, darling," Karen said.

"What? Not on my knees?"

"That's for porno movies and the inexperienced," said Karen soothingly. "I don't want to damage you. This is meant to be special."

"Yes, Domina."

Karen gave her a hug and held her. Kissing her neck, Karen used her right hand to position her girlcock on Emma's.

"Ready, darling? Relax, don't clench when you feel me."

"Yes, Domina, relaxing."

Karen slowly pushed against Emma's virgin asshole. Soon the combination of KY and pressure slowly opened up Emma. Securely moored, Karen rested her head in the crook of Emma's shoulder and neck. Her right hand cupped Emma's lovely right tit and massaged the nipple.

"How do you feel, darling?"

"Like I've never felt before. I feel you invading me. Mmmm. Oh god, Karen, what are you doing to me?"

"Mmmm. Fucking your ass, darling. Making you mine."

"I am yours."

Karen pushed in further and Emma grunted. She had nearly six inches of her girlcock buried in Emma's ass and she was prepared to fuck her.

Karen bit Emma's shoulder and squeezed her tit.

"I'm going to fuck you now."

"Yes, please," said Emma.

Karen withdrew a few inches of her girlcock and then pushed it back in deeper. Emma cried out. Karen repeated the move. And again. She was getting into rhythm, a rhythm that produced an action not unlike that of a piston. Karen was working her hips and with every stroke the feeldoe massaged both her G-spot and clit. Her own arousal was rising in intensity.

Emma moaning and grunting. Alternately saying "fuck" and "yes, fuck me Dom..." Her hand had slipped between her legs and she was now rubbing her clit and was close to orgasm. Karen found Emma's intermittent commentary hugely erotic. She pulled Emma's nipples, kissed and bit her, as her own orgasm began to build inexorably. And then it was Karen's turn to grunt and moan, to lose some of the control she had maintained throughout their lovemaking. Her orgasm built within her like a giant wave and she was now gripping Emma, her face pressed between the younger woman's shoulder blades, and as she climaxed she made one last, powerful thrust into Emma's ass and Karen was momentarily rigid. She was suspended there for what seemed like minutes of sheer ecstasy and then she went limp, her passion now punctuated by involuntary jerking as her climax decayed and dissipated. Karen went on her back and in doing so her girlcock slid out of Emma's ass. Both of them were spent and lay there side by side. Karen reached for Emma's hand and held it.

Karen was just wearing her waisted leather jacket when she returned to the bedroom with a tray, a bottle of white wine and two balloon glasses. Emma, now sitting up, looked at her and smiled. Karen cut a figure, her tits visible with the swaying of the jacket and her girlcock still securely in place, defiantly erect, in all its deep purple glory and not a little absurdity.

"You planning to use that on me again?" Emma asked with a suppressed giggle.

"You never know your luck in a big society, darling," replied Karen, who, looking down on herself, added "I suppose it does look faintly ridiculous."

She sat on the bed and poured them a glass of wine.

"Here's to you, darling, and the loss of your anal virginity."

Emma giggled and raised her glass.

"Well....?" asked Karen, her head cocked.

"I rather enjoyed it and I came like a subway express."

WHEN Karen returned home and unpacked her bag, she noticed a letter tucked in the side pocket with her feeldoe. She looked at it, back and front, and opened it.

"Dear Domina,

I awoke last night distracted and these lines came to me. I wanted you to have them.

In secret places, hidden from the world,

We find a wet and tangled cleft, a pearl,

Where lips and fingers, soft and sweet as dew,

Adore and caress the breast and nipple, true.

A kiss upon the lips, a gentle graze,

A gaze that lingers, full of love ablaze,

The finger traces patterns on the skin,

As soft as silk, as smooth as sin.

The nipple hardens at the gentle squeeze,

The breast heaves with a sigh of ease,

As I adore the one I love so dear,

In secret places, free from all fear.

So let us hide away in love's sweet nest,

Where secrets are shared and passions are blessed,

Where kisses and caresses never end,

And love, forever and always, we defend.

Emma