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I TOOK ADRIENNE to the opening of The Bacchae that night and we were suitably impressed. It was one thing to see acts during rehearsal so I could photograph them over three days, but to see the impact of the whole show put together was incredible. By the end of the show, the entire audience was standing and dancing with the cast. I think some clothing even came off.
Peter and Jane sat next to us and were equally enthusiastic. At intermission, Peter declared that he was investing in the show in London and would help with finding the rest of the cast.
“What would you think about having a trans woman play the role of Pentheus? She’s a professional drag queen and would convert from male to female completely,” I said.
“You have to ask Damien!” Peter said. “I would love to meet her.”
When we got to the after party at the bar, Eugene zeroed in on Adrienne. I could see the concept of ‘fresh meat’ going through his mind. Adrienne not so subtly removed the chain leash she wore as a belt and handed it to me, lifting her head so Eugene could clearly read her collar. I clipped the leash to her.
Eugene immediately lost interest and turned his attention to Peter and Jane. I wondered if he was trying to do both of them. Well, that wasn’t my business.
“You know a drag queen who would be good at this?” Damien asked me, having been alerted to the idea by Peter.
“Yes. I’m sure she’d be great. I’m not sure what she’s doing this summer or fall. She’s been touring the country doing shows at various gay bars and showrooms. Theatre major in college, but with a rather limited opportunity for mainstream shows,” I said. “Her stage name is Dora Devine.”
“See if you can reach her. That would absolutely be a kicker of an idea to put in the show. Phillip does well in this production as Pentheus, but he admits that Eugene’s overtures toward him make him uncomfortable. He is pretty explicitly straight.”
“I’ll see if I can reach her. I know someone in Chicago who probably has her current number.”
I had a very good time with Adrienne that night. I teased her unmercifully about Eugene wanting her until she admitted he was attractive. Then, of course, I had to punish her for that. Not too severely, but Adrienne loves to have her bottom spanked and I just love having it turned up for me on my lap.
On Friday, I started straightaway by calling Carrie in Chicago.
“Oh, hi, world traveler,” she said. “Are you landing in Chicago anytime soon?”
“Might be in for a week, but it will be rushed before we move to England for the next few months.”
“I am so jealous. But we’re getting ready for Leva’s congressional campaign next fall. It will take all my time for the next year.”
“One of the reasons I’m calling, besides the pleasure of your voice, is to see if you know how to get hold of Dora. There’s a possible opportunity for her in a legitimate stage show.”
“Oh, she’ll love that! Let me look at my calendar. She’s supposed to be in Buffalo, New York this weekend. Here’s the name of her hotel and the theatre.”
It was nice to talk to Carrie a while. I wondered what was going on with my other friends. I needed to go over to the theatre tech rooms and chase down Judy and Leanne. I hadn’t seen either one yet this season. I wondered how Leslie was doing with her job in New York. And so many of my former models. We’d gotten a wedding announcement from Stoney and Lori. That was cool. Who else had married, and who was making a name for himself or herself?
It was about noon, so I figured Dora would be awake by now. I called the hotel and they gave me the room when I asked for Devon Young. They didn’t know who Dora Devine was.
“Hello?” a sleepy voice said.
“Dora, did I wake you at this hour? It’s Nate Hart.”
“Nate!” she exclaimed, suddenly sounding wide awake and alert. “How are you? Are you inviting me to visit?”
“Today or tomorrow if you can,” I said. “I know you’re performing in Buffalo. How soon could you cross the river into Canada? We’re about 130 miles from you.”
“I have to do my makeup. Then I can leave.”
“I thought you have performances there this weekend.”
“It’s a bust. I got here only to find out the nightclub just closed. Well, it got closed, I should say. I guess I was lucky not to have been performing when they were raided.”
“Is that crap still going on? I’m so sorry, Dora.”
“More common than ever. An arsonist burned the Upstairs Lounge in New Orleans last month. He killed thirty people. I played there just in February. We never know when we’ll be attacked.”
“Well, put your pretty little self in your car and come here. I have something for you to see and it could be a possible job opportunity somewhere safe. Or at least safer than the US.”
“I have to put on my boy clothes to travel. You know, they wouldn’t issue a passport or driver’s license to Dora Devine. Only to Devon Young. I don’t dare travel anywhere in drag.”
“Be safe, Dora. I’ll see you in a few hours.”
I gave him the address and directions. Then I talked to the family. They agreed that she should stay in the apartment if she was willing to. I wanted to present him to Damien as Dora, not as Devon. Besides, I was staying in with the girls tonight. All three of my wives were going to the show. Adrienne was babysitting with me.
When the wives got home, after going out with the cast, they found Adrienne, Devon, and me sitting at the kitchen table playing cards. Devon and Adrienne got on spectacularly. He hadn’t changed clothes and makeup after he arrived. Adrienne went out to get take-away food when he got there and Toni had her favorite French fries and grilled cheese from the pub. The rest of us ate ‘real’ food. I was pretty busy with the baby, getting her bathed, fed, and in bed. During that time, Toni entertained Devon and Aunt Addie. I don’t think she knew quite what to do with Devon. He was different than she thought he should be.
When the girls got home, Adrienne stood to leave. Anna latched onto her arm and went with her, bidding us all good night. The rest of us finally got to bed.
In the morning, Devon woke up early enough to get in the guest bath and do his makeup. When Toni came out of her room and saw Dora instead of Devon, she marched straight to the guest room to see if our other guest was there. When she saw the empty room, she came back and faced Dora with her hands on her hips.
“Why were you pretending to be a boy yesterday?” she demanded.
“I didn’t have time to change before I met you,” Dora explained.
“You stay a girl. You’re prettier.”
“Oh, well, thank you, honey.”
From that point on, Dora was completely acceptable. Toni never asked about her being a boy again.
That evening, I took Dora to see the closing performance of The Bacchae. He was thrilled, and like Peter, was completely enamored with Eugene. We went to the cast party after the show and I introduced Dora to Damien.
“You’re beautiful!” Damien said. “Can you do the male bit, too?”
“I have a pretty good range. Boys who come to see my shows like to hear the occasional slip into my boy range. It proves I’m what they want.”
“I’ll vouch for that,” Peter said. “I love that you are able to do both. This is really lovely.”
Of course, Peter had nothing to say about casting, but Damien immediately took Dora to meet Eugene as well. It was apparent they got along well.
“I’m meeting at the theatre tomorrow afternoon for a proper audition,” Dora said when we finally got home. “Oh, Nate, thank you so much for giving me this opportunity!”
She gave me a big hug. I admit, I gave her ass a nice squeeze, but then she went to her room and I went to mine.
Peter and Jane delayed their departure until Monday so they could have one more day riding at the ranch with Toni. They also wanted to wait until Damien had made a decision about casting Dora. Well, and Jane wanted one more night with me before they left. None of us objected to that. With Dora in one guest room, though, my wives simply dragged Jane into our family bed and made sure she felt welcome.
It was a little sad to see Jane packing to leave Monday after breakfast at That Scottish Café. The good news, however, was that Dora had been cast. Damien asked her to stay in Stratford a couple of weeks so he could work with her on the music and staging. Then she’d return to the US and prepare for a move to London. Since she was officially on Damien’s payroll, he moved her into a hotel room so she wouldn’t be a burden on our family.
It didn’t make too much difference to us, but we only had Adrienne for the rest of the week before she headed back to LA, and then Kat and Julie were expected for the next week and Kat’s eighteenth birthday.
“Is it true you got Dora a part in The Bacchae?” Leanne asked. She and Judy had just marched into the studio Wednesday afternoon. It was the first time this summer that I’d seen either one of them.
“Well, hi to you, too,” I laughed at her. Hugs and kisses ensued.
“Did you?”
“I invited her up to see the show and talk to Damien. She did everything else on her own,” I said. “I’m glad I did. I was beginning to think you two weren’t even working here this summer.”
“It could be my last,” Judy said. “But you’ve seen the shows. Lear, Pericles, Shrew, She Stoops, and A Month are all costume dramas. Sewing, repair, and working backstage during the shows has been twice the work that last year was.”
“Makeup is just as bad,” Leanne said. “Just getting Eugene into a beard and rags for his appearance in Shrew is… a little distracting.”
“Don’t tell me he has you wrapped around his little finger, too,” I said.
“Oh, I’ve wrapped more than just his finger. Not to worry, though. Once he’s had a girl he moves on. Except with the Weird Sisters. They are going to be tough for him to shake,” Leanne said. “Still, I wish I could travel to London with The Bacchae cast. It was a fun show to work on. Dora will have a blast.”
“Have something else for the winter?” I asked. I hadn’t seen my friends in nearly a year, so I really didn’t know what was happening in their lives.
“Actually, I got a call from one of the theatres in Las Vegas,” Leanne said. “One of our models from the month down there recommended me for a human animal act the group wants to launch. Do you remember Gloria Love?”
“The tiger we took out to the Valley of Fire? Hard not to remember her,” I said.
“She apparently came up with this concept for an act in a show in which nude girls are completely painted like wild animals. It will look for all the world like a regular animal act, but people will eventually realize they are women,” Leanne said. “She requested me as her makeup designer. It will be fun. I’ll be down there by Labor Day.”
“And what about you, Judy? You have plans for the winter?”
“Well, yeah. Um… I kind of have a boyfriend now. It’s one of the reasons I haven’t been over. I knew if I visited you, I’d end up naked and impaled.”
“I wouldn’t try to force you to do that!” I said.
“No. I’d want to. Even just sitting here with you, I’m feeling um… things happening in my body,” she said. “Squishy things.”
“Tell me about your boyfriend and where you’re going to shack up.”
“You know him. Remember our classmate, Kurt McDonald?”
“Football player. I remember. You caught up with him?”
“Well, we’ve been writing to each other ever since school. He was so impressed that I went to college that he decided to try it for himself. He got started a year later than we did, but he finished this spring and got a job teaching at a big high school in Naperville. He’ll be an assistant coach for football as well as teaching history.”
“Shades of Mr. Hennessey,” I chuckled.
“Yeah. He really admires Mr. Hennessey. Anyway, there’s a college there and I got hired into their theatre department. I’ll be teaching college classes. Can you believe that?”
“That’s great, Judy. I’m really proud of you.”
“Yeah, well, I thought it would be best not to run around on Kurt this summer. But my pussy is still itching. I think I’d better leave now.”
“Good luck, Judy. My best to you and Kurt.”
She picked up and left as quickly as she had arrived.
Leanne paused long enough to make sure she’d been thoroughly kissed and had gotten my hands all over her body.
“I’ll find a willing actress and bring her over to test my designs,” she said. “After we’ve painted her, cleaned her, and satisfied her, I’ll work in the darkroom with you.”
Then Leanne was gone as well.
Each of us got to spend special time with Adrienne that week. Thursday evening, she stayed with Alex and Toni while my wives and I went to see The Taming of the Shrew. Anna and Ronda had seen it, but Patricia and I had never gotten around to going. Of course, I’d seen several parts of it while photographing during rehearsal.
Anita was great as Kate. Eugene made the small part of Sly into a major role with his antics and vocalizations. We didn’t go out to party after the show, but went straight home and swept Adrienne into bed with us.
On Saturday, Kat and Julie arrived.
“Why haven’t you visited Mom and Dad this summer?” Kat demanded as soon as we’d all settled in.
“It’s been a really busy summer,” I said lamely.
“I know you’re moving and all, but Mom and Dad are feeling really lonely now. With Deb in Japan, Naomi in Germany, you going to England, and me in Minneapolis, they are feeling like we’ve all abandoned them. Julie and I are headed that way from here to visit for a week before we go back to Minneapolis,” Kat said.
“I’m glad you’re going. We all plan to go back to Illinois the week of the twentieth. Ronda and I have a couple of meetings in Chicago to get our schedule finalized, and then we’ll spend the next week moving. It’s crazy.”
“Julie and I want to visit you, but it always seems like we should go home when we have a break. Mom’s new place in DeKalb is kind of yukky.”
“I thought all the parsonages were pretty good,” I said. “The one in Sage was certainly great.”
“The way I got the story when I helped them move was that the job she’s taking on is new, and funded by the conference. The church didn’t have a parsonage for a second pastor. So, they rented this little place. It’s convenient to the campus, but has suffered from time being rented to students. They didn’t do much except replace the stove and refrigerator. You would not believe the colors the walls are painted. The school colors are cardinal red and black. Apparently, they use gold highlights. At least they didn’t paint any walls black. Red and gold walls are bad enough.”
“Wow! That sounds really disgusting.”
“Yeah. Dad had to find another place to store all his tools and things. The house is tiny. It has two bedrooms and one bath. And a musty basement where the furnace, water heater, and laundry are. I had to clear out the spiderwebs before I could do laundry.”
“Okay. I get the idea. I’ll spend as much time there as I can.”
Of course, Kat and Julie’s first night with us was Adrienne’s last. After we’d all had dinner and celebrated a little, I went to Adrienne’s room and spent the night there. She left first thing Monday morning to drive to Toronto to catch her flight to LA. It was a trip I’d be making in a couple of weeks.
I met the rest of the family for Monday breakfast at That Scottish Café. Kathleen and Anita were very happy to see Kat and Julie. They wanted to know if they were planning any painting sessions. It wasn’t long before they did.
We told the waitress it was Kat’s eighteenth birthday, and the cook made her a stack of pancakes with a birthday candle in the middle of it. She was thoroughly embarrassed as we all sang to her, but when Julie leaned in to give her a birthday kiss, the whole group of us went silent. There was such passion and adoration in Julie’s kiss that it took our breath away.
The studio was bustling that week, especially when Leanne brought Cynthia Styles in on Wednesday.
“Cynthia has kindly volunteered to be our model to test my animal concept on,” Leanne said. “Who knows? Maybe Gloria will call her with a job opportunity.”
“We can hope,” Cynthia said. “Just call me Cyn. It’s the middle of summer and I feel like doing something outrageous.”
I looked at the sketch Leanne handed me. Yes, it would be outrageous.
“Cyn, you’ve signed a model release and we’ll get some great photos. Are you here of your own free will without being coerced in any way?”
“I don’t think persuasion is the same as coercion. Leanne had to talk me into it, but the more we talked, the more fun it sounded. So, I declare that I’m doing this because I want to.”
“Great. Leanne, where do we start?”
“Well, this is a crossover animal. Gloria and I have talked about this a lot. We want good animal makeup, but it should have a surprise that simply isn’t found in nature. I mean something besides your beautiful boobs, Cyn. So, we’re doing a kind of leopard with spots and good face makeup, but we’re going to make her pink.”
“Our own Pink Panther,” I suggested.
“Sort of, but that’s copyrighted. She’s our pink leopard.”
Once we had the materials set, Leanne used a spray brush or large airbrush to lay in the pink pretty rapidly. Of course, that meant Cyn was naked from the start. She didn’t seem to mind and did her share of wiggling and preening. The paint job left the centerline of her torso unpainted. The paint only just reached her nipples. From that point on, Leanne focused on the intricate makeup of Cyn’s face and hair, while I applied black spots to the rest of Cyn’s body. The result was pretty cool. We got some great shots, including a roll of 35mm transparencies Leanne could send to Gloria.
I shot some black and white images on the Hasselblad, but the paint job just screamed for 4x5 color images.
“There are several of John’s student paintings that I haven’t used as a background. There’s one that is a nice rendering of a circus tent background. Let’s put Cyn in front of that for a few shots,” I suggested. Leanne and I got that set up as Cyn posed for Kat to do a good sketch.
The background was mostly purple-blue with lighting streaks and mere suggestions of the ring and audience. Like all John’s student projects, it was beautifully rendered and Cyn posed in front of it, clowning around half the time. We got some great shots.
By that time, we needed to get Cyn cleaned up. We had the dressing room prepared with a plastic sheet on the floor and lots of warm water. The paint came off pretty quickly, but there was a lot of playing during the process. Finally, the only thing left was to wash her hair and Cyn said she’d go to her apartment and take a shower. She thanked both Leanne and me with a kiss, and then took off.
I ran the slides down to Pro Photo Source and when I got back, Leanne had the dressing room cleaned up and was processing the first roll of film. I joined her in the darkroom and we got into a rhythm of processing, printing, and developing, interspersed with kissing, petting, and ultimately fucking.
“You know, I need to find someone who can supply this penis thing more regularly. I go along, seducing a girl or falling in love, but then I see you and remember how much I also like having you fill me. All I need is to find a guy who won’t get jealous of my girls and who won’t run off with one of them.”
“Good luck. You know I love you and care about you, but I’m not that guy. I can’t imagine that Ronda, Anna, and Patricia are really going to be happy to have me sexing someone outside the family for long. We have enough complications as it is,” I said.
“Yeah. Have you discovered how different life is since college? It’s like we were supposed to do all our experimenting and playing around in that one four-year window and then put it all behind us. For all the freedom we had, we sure have started to tighten our asses since then.”
Leanne demonstrated some of her techniques, showing that tightening her ass could also tighten her pussy. Eventually, we got the last print out of the baths and spent some minutes seriously fucking to get each other off. I thought about what she said. I could feel myself having less interest in other women, but still had a hard time imagining not having sex with Leanne occasionally.
When we’d cleaned up Cyn, I’d certainly made sure that her breasts and pussy and ass were as clean as I could get them, but aside from a couple of kisses, I wasn’t really into her. I certainly wasn’t going to get into her sexually.
“We… um… experimented a little,” Kat whispered one evening as she sat on Julie’s lap and we had some leftover birthday cake and ice cream. “With a guy.”
“The two of you with one guy?”
“Yeah. Neither of us could stand the idea of sending the other off to be with a boy, so we found a guy we both liked in one of my classes. We had to really plot and plan,” Kat said.
“We took him on dates,” Julie laughed. “Poor Phillip. He really didn’t know what to do. He was confused about who he was supposed to be with and we had to carefully explain to him that we planned to share him. He didn’t know whether to run or come. Turns out he did both.”
“We finally got him to bed and discovered he was as inexperienced as we were. Well, we had more experience with each other, but boy-girl stuff, you know?”
“Did it all work out? Are you still seeing him?” I asked.
“Work out? Let’s say that everything functioned according to spec,” Kat said. “Neither of us are virgins anymore. But I think Phillip got freaked when we went down on each other, which has become better and better in the past year. He left and even though we all went out again, we never repeated the triangle.”
“And I, for one, don’t care,” Julie said. “I’m so in love with Kat, I can’t think of anyone else. I’ve pretty much forgotten our adventure. I really don’t even remember what it felt like. I just want Kat.”
“And that’s mutual. Nate, I hope you don’t mind having another lesbian for a sister. I don’t think I’m going to mess around with a boy again.”
“Another?” I asked.
“I finally got Naomi to admit it. But don’t tell anyone or mention it to her when you see her this winter. She’s finished her degree and has an application in to attend Officer Candidate School. And the Air Force officially doesn’t allow lesbians. What they don’t know won’t hurt them. Naomi says there’s a pretty good-size population of secret lesbians in the Air Force.”
“Well, good for her. I just hope she finds whatever love she desires. Our whole family only has one so-called ‘normal’ kid, huh? Deb was adjusting to life in Japan pretty well when I saw her this winter. She says John is much better now that he has a concrete hierarchy and job structure.”
“That’s good. You know, we all love each other and as long as we can keep with that, the world is good. Now, it’s time for me to hold my little niece so Julie and I get that out of our system for another year.”
Kat and Julie headed back to Minneapolis by way of Illinois this time. I had to finish a couple of orders for photos I had from sittings and get myself ready to travel. It was going to be a quick trip this time, but Wednesday morning I was off to Toronto for the flight to LA.
Adrienne met me in her Mercedes and we drove over to the coast and up through town. We stopped for burgers and ended up at her apartment.
“My loving pet, besides being here to be with you, why am I in Los Angeles?”
“Oh, master, I would never manipulate things to force you to be with me. I’m afraid you have two very heavy days ahead of you with the production team. Our sponsor agreed to fund another movie, but he insists that they step up their schedule so it isn’t two years in the making, like the last one. He wants them to start shooting this winter.”
“And what do they want from me?”
“All the same things. They want you to preview the script and give them pointers on things they don’t know about the embassies and spies.”
“It’s not like I know anything about spies,” I laughed. “I was suspected once, but that was by my own group. All I did was meet with an old friend in India and it sent the embassy into a panic.”
“You see, that is the kind of thing they don’t understand. Their spy could be drawn into the profession through a misunderstanding of meeting with an old friend. That is far more believable than just having a boy genius rise up through the ranks to some stellar level without a real reason. You know it’s all about being in the right place at exactly the right moment, not necessarily about being trained for the job.”
“True enough, my love. Now, I think I need to inspect my pet carefully to be sure she hasn’t been damaged or changed lately. I need to undress her and look at every part of her body. Very close up.”
“Nate, we’re looking for some inspiration,” Frank said. “Bert and Brent have drafted some good scenes, but we don’t have the underlying foundation for them yet. All we’re asking for is your insights on traveling all over the world and how the embassies work. So far, we’ve been turned down regarding actually filming in an embassy. We’re going to have to make one up.”
Adrienne and I were sitting in a room with Bert, Brent, Frank, and Steve Carlisle, the new director Frank had interested in the project. He’d directed a couple of popular action and adventure movies and they thought he was ready to break into the spy thriller genre. Of course, there were also a couple of secretaries and a new PA. We’d been told Dave had been promoted and was working behind the scenes with another company.
“You don’t need to worry about the embassy much,” I said. “In our experience, most of the embassies just look like an office building, sometimes with a fence or wall around them. In friendly countries, though, the American embassy is just an office building near the official offices of the host country. Just put a lot of flags and emblems of the State Department around and you’ve got an embassy.”
“Okay, so we set the movie action in an office building embassy in the Republic of Aconda. How about terrorists attack and occupy the top floors of the building, holding the ambassador hostage?” Brent said.
“I don’t know how big Aconda is in your scenario, but it sounds like a small backwater country. A lot of embassies we’ve visited only have a dozen or two dozen people working in them. They can fit everyone on two floors of a small office building,” I said.
I think that shocked the guys. They just assumed that embassies had a couple hundred staff people and a magnificent edifice of a building. Well, that was true in the UK, but the British Honduras chancery wasn’t even its own building. It was just a suite of offices on the second floor of a professional building with a dentist next door.
“Okay, so tell us about what you do on your job. We need some foundation from which to bring our hero into the limelight,” Bert said.
“Without going into too much detail, I’ll say that I am responsible—with my partner—for taking some new passport and visa technology to embassies and consulates, where I teach the designated operators how to use and care for the equipment. Passports for US citizens and visas for foreign nationals are about the most important consular functions. Then we move on to the next one. There are well over two hundred embassies and consulates in the world, so it will take us a while to get around to all of them.”
“This is top secret technology?” Steven asked.
“Not exactly. The US has a head start in getting it installed and in use, but other countries are in line to purchase the equipment. What makes it sensitive is that we also ship what amounts to blank passports and visas with the equipment. If that whole shipment fell into the hands of the wrong people, they could be equipped to counterfeit valid US passports,” I said.
“I see. So, it isn’t the technology that is top secret, but the materials used in it. Not so much secret as protected,” Steven said, nodding and jotting down notes. “I was working on a counterfeiting film concept recently. It isn’t the printing press in the Treasury that is unique, but the paper, plates, and ink. That’s cool.”
“Do you do anything else?” Frank asked. “Tell us about some adventures.”
That got me into telling them about our first trip to India and how meeting an old friend alarmed the embassy security and I had to give the State Department a list of any friends I might meet with when visiting embassies so they could be vetted and not create a panic.
“What was interesting to me was that the consuls general and ambassadors quickly identified that we were cleared to carry confidential documents—in the form of the passport blanks—and therefore we could be trusted to carry other documents from place to place. Ronda and I became diplomatic couriers. I’m told that most of what we carry isn’t really important, but that ambassadors like to know that the Secretary of State has personally remembered his birthday or anniversary and sent a greeting by courier instead of just trusting it to the postal service of that country. Occasionally, we are asked to carry more sensitive documents and the film I shoot while on assignment.”
“You’re still shooting film on these assignments? Hallelujah!” Frank burst out. “We have a photography connection. What do you take pictures of?”
“Mostly, I take portraits of the ambassadors and consuls general. Occasionally, I take photos of important meetings between the ambassador and a counterpart in the host country.”
“Photos of military installations?” Steven asked.
“The only military installation I’ve touched down at was Andrews in Washington DC, and I wasn’t even allowed off the plane,” I laughed. “Oh, here’s a funny story, though. Back in college, I met a British heiress and we became close friends. She got married in May to a Lord that I’d also met. Well, the Lord mentioned to the Queen that he’d like me to come and take pictures of his bride before the wedding. The Queen mentioned it to the ambassador. The ambassador called the Secretary of State. That got passed down through the chain of command and we were called into my boss’s office. I suddenly found myself commissioned as the State Department representative and official photographer to the bride and groom. My whole family attended the wedding and I took pictures of the bride and groom in a variety of settings that weren’t in the wedding itself. More… um… intimate pictures. Now, my family is relocating to London for the next nine months while I focus on the installations in Europe and the Middle East.”
“So, you were just sent as a representative of the State Department, even though you’d only worked there eight or nine months?” Bert asked.
“It was way above my pay grade,” I laughed. “But as a result, they changed my pay grade so that I could function at that level.”
We played out a number of possible situations. I was, at least, evidence that a young man could be assigned to sensitive work on behalf of the government. They intended to work late and have a storyboard for us in the morning.
Adrienne asked if I wanted to call Fran, or Renée, or Missy. We were eating at a very nice restaurant and I scowled at her.
“Do you suddenly believe you are unable to satisfy my lust?” I growled.
“Oh, no, Master! Your pet will always do her best to satisfy you. Would you have me now, master?”
“What? And interrupt my dinner? You have become a most impertinent pet. I’ll deal with you when we get home.”
I’m sure Adrienne’s salivation was not simply because of the food. As we ate, I reached over and calmly unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse. She sat up straight and thrust out her chest so I could clearly see the slope of her breasts. So could everyone else in the restaurant.
When we got to her Mercedes and had the roof down, I finished unbuttoning her blouse and opened it fully, right in front of the valet. He stood open-mouthed as Adrienne drove away with me. She maintained that look as we passed Samuel in the lobby of her apartment building. When we got inside the door to her apartment, I turned to her. She immediately fell to her knees and bowed her head. I walked around her.
“Stay!” I commanded. Adrienne was rigid.
I went into the bedroom where I knew her toys were kept. I chose a few I thought would be interesting and grabbed a length of her silk rope. I returned to where she was still kneeling and pulled her blouse the rest of the way off. Then I grabbed her hands and tied them behind her back. Her bosom was heaving with excitement. This was just the kind of treatment Adrienne craved.
When she’d been in Stratford, our spanking play had been pretty lightweight. She expected—hoped—that I would spank her, but I knew she was a little disappointed about my lack of enthusiasm. I planned to make up for that this evening.
I pulled her to her feet and finished stripping off her skirt and panties, leaving her in thigh-high hose and heels. All I really wanted to do was fall on her and fuck her until morning, but I also wanted this to be as good for her as possible. I had much more to do. I started with walking around her, just drinking in the incredibly beautiful woman who wanted me to punish her. I traced the words on her spine with my fingers.
“Lust’s passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes,” I translated from memory. Then I elaborated and interpreted. “My lust will be served. It demands your all. It is a tyrant to your sex.”
“Yes, Master. Oh, yes, Master.”
“You attempted to distract me from your delicate body by offering me others for sex. For that you will be punished. Then you attempted to interrupt my dinner with an offering of your body. For that you will be punished. You brashly displayed your lovely bits to the valet and to Samuel. For that, too, you will be punished.” Maybe that was stretching it a little, since I displayed her bits, but she was definitely panting over my judgments as I continued. “And finally, your impertinence in making me wait to satisfy myself while you are punished; for that you will be punished, as well. Now, come and lie across my lap that I may enjoy the beautiful unblemished skin of your behind before it is bruised by the lash.”
I sat in the center of the sofa and she quickly lay across my legs. I pushed her back up.
“Will you force your master to endure your punishment while he is fully dressed?” I asked. “For that you will be punished as well. Now get my clothes off me.”
Of course, I had to untie her before she could help with my clothes. Adrienne hurriedly removed my tie and shirt, her hands shaking as she undid my buttons. She almost forgot to get my shoes off before struggling to remove my trousers and underwear. As soon as I was seated again, she was lying across my lap. I reached into the little bag of toys I’d brought from the bedroom.
“Spread your legs, Fifi.”
She quickly spread her legs as she shook in excitement. One time when I’d had her like this, I surprised her with a swat across her labia before anything else. I had something different in mind this time. I lubricated the device and then shoved the butt plug into her anus. She gasped at the sudden invasion.
“I did not specify the kind of punishment you would receive,” I said. “But this, I assure you, is only the beginning.” I reached forward and tied her hands again, but held them above her head.
Like all the toys in Adrienne’s closet, she’d given me careful instruction on how to use what I chose. I still didn’t use most of them because they seemed extreme, but this night I chose the lash instead of the paddle we both enjoyed. I stroked it up and down body, letting the ends of the lash tickle against her. I nearly got lost in simply petting her smooth bottom and legs. They were simply so perfect. I hated what I was about to do, but I knew Adrienne craved both the pain and being used.
I brought the first lash down across her buttocks. She gasped and choked out, “One. Thank you, Master.”
Another reason for using the lash, besides the difference in the sensation, was that it extended the range of where I could strike. The paddle was really only good on her buttocks and upper thighs. The next blow of the lash fell across her shoulders. Her gasp was almost a scream.
“Two!”
“Very good, my pet.” The next blow was behind her knees. I put my hand between her legs and felt her juices flowing freely from her vagina. My pet was very turned on. “You’re leaking. I need to plug this hole as well, don’t I?”
I reached into the bag and pulled out an egg-shaped vibrator and its controller. I made sure the vibrator was lubricated, and then I inserted it into her vagina. Adrienne was panting. I think I was a little, too. I didn’t turn the vibrator on yet, but changed the sensations by swatting her bottom with my hand next, then immediately following it with a lash across her lower back. She continued to call out the numbers, but I lost track. I spanked her other butt cheek and, as she cried out, I turned on the vibrator in her pussy. Her whine continued as she writhed in my lap. I put another lash across her thighs and turned off the vibrator.
“I’ve not given you permission to orgasm, pet. You will hold that until I say.”
“Yes, master!”
I’m not sure how women manage to do that—or at least how Adrienne manages it. I don’t think I could hold back my come if I was being tormented with something that truly turned me on. Maybe for a few seconds, but once I reached the magic point of stimulation, there would be no holding back.
We continued through half a dozen more swats and lashes, turning the vibrator on and off or increasing its speed and slowing it down. She was struggling to keep her orgasm at bay. I finally pulled her up to her knees and slipped out from under her. I had a raging hardon and paused long enough to feed it into her mouth before I proceeded. I moved behind her and pulled out the butt plug and pushed my cock into her ass in the same motion. I increased the speed of the vibrator to its maximum setting and yelled my instructions to her.
“Now! Now, my Fifi. Now you may come on your master’s cock and feel him filling your bottom with his seed.”
It was unbelievably intense. Having the vibrating egg in her vagina with my cock in her rectum was a whole new experience for me. The vibration alone was enough to make me come, but the instant clasping and pulsing of Fifi’s ass and pussy was more than I could possibly withstand. I started pumping my semen into my lover and her body spasmed so hard with her orgasm that the egg shot out of her pussy and rolled across the floor.
Eventually, I pulled out of her ass and pulled her upright. She fell to her knees in front of me, sucked my cock clean, and chanted, “My master. My loving master. My wonderful master. I love you, my master.”
I untied her and led her to the bathroom where we started a shower and I bathed my pet gently. After she was dry, I took her to the bedroom and rubbed her healing cream into the bruises that I so horribly inflicted on her. Then, at last, we made love and I found my mistress as passionate as I had ever known. And almost insatiable. We didn’t sleep for several hours.
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