I was still euphoric when I awoke the next morning. The scene I’d had with Jason the night before had been magical. It was the second time we’d played, he’d used a combination of pleasure/pain sensations to give me a wondrous experience, and the connection I’d felt with him had been more than just physical. I knew he’d enjoyed our play, but I also knew he was in a relationship that wasn’t going to end, so I was determined to find someone who could become my long-term dominant partner. I had gotten dressed and made my way to work when my phone rang, and I saw from the caller ID that it was Jason.

“Hello, Sir.”

“Good morning, Jill. How are you feeling?”

“Sore and tender in the best ways, thank you.”

“That’s great. I wanted to let you know that I spoke with Randy and he’s quite enthusiastic about seeing you again.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” I told him. “What do you think would be a good next step?”

“I’ll give you Randy’s number. You can call him using *67 as a prefix so he won’t see your number on his caller ID in case for some reason the call doesn’t go well.”

I wrote down the number he dictated, I thanked him for his help, and we closed out the call.

*

I called Randy and we had a good conversation, mostly about D/s and BDSM in general terms. We agreed to meet for coffee, and that also went well; we exchanged some vanilla background information with each other and also talked, without a lot of details, about our past scene experiences. As we finished our coffees, we agreed on a dinner date for the following Saturday evening, and that also went well. When Randy brought me to my door, I didn’t hesitate; I returned his kisses enthusiastically and allowed some petting-like touching above my waist outside my clothing.

When I awoke the next morning I knew I had a decision to make. I needed to figure out whether I was ready to take the next step and play with Randy. I temporized by phoning Jason, and I immediately relaxed a bit when I heard his mellow voice answer my call.

“Hello?”

“Good morning, Sir. I hope I didn’t wake you or otherwise interrupt something.”

“No, we were up and moving, Jill, but thanks for your concern. What’s up?”

“I had dinner with Randy last evening, and things went very well. So I guess it’s time for me to make the big decision. Have you ever seen Randy play with anyone?”

“No, Jill, I haven’t, and to the best of my knowledge he’s never seen me play either. All I know is that from his reputation in the community he’s reasonably competent; I’ve never heard of any complaints about him.”

I thought for a few seconds, then asked, rather timidly, “What do you think I should do?”

Jason’s reply was helpful. “I can’t tell you what to do, Jill, but what I suggest is that you negotiate with Randy to see where he is in terms of play, what he thinks in terms of limits and so forth. Then you can make a more informed decision.”

“That’s a great idea, Jason; thanks for listening.”

“Any time, Jill; let me know how it goes.”

After we hung up, I called Randy and we agreed to meet again, for coffee and a negotiation. I knew going in that I was interested in having a scene with him, but I was concerned about how intense Randy wanted the scene to be. So we talked it out and agreed on a set of limits, mostly the usual no scat, no watersports, no breath-play, and I added no anal for this first time. I let Randy know I was safe from a birth-control standpoint, which signaled that I was open to sex with him if the scene went well in that direction. Randy asked if I wanted to arrange a safe call, which was very reassuring to me, but I said no, Jason would know we were going to play and that was good enough.

We played in my basement on Saturday evening, and the scene went very well. I think Randy was initially a bit intimidated by the array of equipment in my play-space, but he overcame it quickly and he was firm without being the least bit overbearing. After undressing me down to my thong and putting me on the cross he used a slapper on my ass. Then he turned me around and put my breasts in a press and flogged them. After removing the press along with some caresses, he turned me again and flogged my back and my butt.

I was perfectly willing to have Randy do whatever he wanted within our agreed limits, but it was clear to me almost from the beginning of the scene that Randy wasn’t as good a top as Jason. But I knew he was younger and probably less experienced, and I figured he’d improve with some coaching. I resolved to try to avoid topping from below, but I thought maybe Jason could give him a few discreet hints.

By the time Randy let me down off the cross I was pretty well aroused, and since we’d agreed that sex could be part of the scene he put me over his knee, spanked my pink behind, and then turned me over so I lay on my back over his legs with my head on a pillow on the bed. Randy fingered me to my first orgasm of the evening, then told me to give him head. I did, and he held himself back from coming. We got onto the bed and had a very satisfactory fuck; I came three more times before Randy finally let loose with a major cum explosion inside me.

There was a good connection between us on a psychological and emotional level. After Randy left, I went upstairs and made myself a cup of tea. As I sipped, I reflected on what had happened and concluded that Randy and I might well be on our way to a relationship that was much more than just play-oriented.

*

The next morning, after having my first cup of coffee, I poured another and called Jason. I’d promised to let him know how the scene with Randy had gone and I was anxious to share that news with him. I gushed with happy excitement as soon as he answered.

“Good morning, Jason; everything went extremely well with Randy last night.”

“That’s wonderful, news, Jill, I’m very happy for you,” he replied. “Have you any plans yet for another meeting with him?”

“I’m sure I’ll be seeing a lot of Randy,” I told him, “but I have another request for you.”

Okay, let’s hear it.”

“Would it be possible for Randy and me to go with you and Donna to the dungeon sometime? I’d like to meet her, I’d like you to see Randy do a scene, and I’d like Randy to see you in action as well.”

Jason didn’t hesitate; he answered me immediately. “Of course we can do that. Talk to Randy and make sure he’s up for it.”

“I’ll do that and let you know what he thinks of the idea.”

“Assuming he’s up for it, I’ll plan for Donna and me to meet the two of you at The Crucible next Saturday. Let me know what time you and Randy will get there.”

“Thanks, Sir, I appreciate your agreement.”

“You’re welcome, Jill. I’ll be looking forward to another call from you.”

*

Randy called later in the day to check in with me, which I considered a very good sign. I told him that everything was fine and then invited him over for a light supper and some additional conversation. I specifically wanted to bring up the subject of a possible visit to the dungeon with Jason and his sub.

“I think you know that I’ve played with Jason,” I began. “Have you ever played with Donna?”

“No, I haven’t,” Randy replied. “I’ve met her at a couple of BR meetings, and I know I’d like to if I ever have the opportunity.”

“Why is that?” I asked; I was curious about Randy’s motivations.

“She’s very attractive, but the more important reason is that she’s Jason’s sub, and Jason is well known in the community for being a very astute and capable dominant. So if he’s chosen her, she must be very special.” Then Randy threw me a curve ball. “Would you be jealous if I did have a scene with her?”

“No, absolutely not,” I told him. “Under the circumstances, turn-about would certainly be fair play. But would you be jealous if I played again with Jason?”

Randy was slow to answer, and I was immediately on high alert. “Why the hesitation, Randy? Is there something you want to tell me?”

He looked down for a moment, then raised his eyes to mine. “After the scene we had, and even more after the conversations we’ve shared, I feel like I’m starting to be emotionally connected to you and I’m not sure I want to share you.”

“Okay, let’s get this out on the table.” Then I paused, searching for the right way to express myself. I think I understand what Randy’s thinking, and I sincerely appreciate that he’s feeling emotionally attracted to me, but it’s essential that we agree on the parameters of our future relationship. “I’ve enjoyed playing with Jason, and he does things with me that you don’t, or at least you haven’t done so far, and I might want to play with him again. One of the things I learned from my ex-husband, and it’s an attitude that Jason obviously shares since he’s in a long-term relationship, is that there’s a difference between play and commitment. Do you agree with that?”

“Yes,” Randy replied. “I know that doing a scene with someone doesn’t mean there’s any commitment between her and me.”

“Okay, so far so good. What about sex? We had sex as part of our scene; would you want to have sex be part of a scene you have with Donna if she and Jason are okay with that?”

Again Randy hesitated, and again I pressed on. “I feel more than platonic with you also, Randy, but trust and honesty are essential in the kind of relationship we’re starting to develop. This is something we have to agree on if we’re going to become romantically involved with each other.”

“I know,” Randy said, and there was a hint of emotional stress in his voice. But this was very important to me, so I continued the dialogue.

“You said you’d like to do a scene with Donna, but you hesitated when I asked if you’d be jealous if I played again with Jason. So are you saying you’re not willing to reciprocate? In case you haven’t already figured it out, I’ll tell you that Jason and I have had sex during our scenes, and I expect that would continue if we ever play together again. Another thing I learned from my past kinky life is that there’s a difference between sex and love; there are a lot of D/s relationships that are open to play with others that involve some degree of previously-negotiated sexual activity. I also know, from my own experiences, that people can have sexually-charged D/s and BDSM scenes without becoming emotionally attached to each other the way you and I are starting to be.”

“I know of some relationships that are like that, and they’ve been mostly successful. Do you want that kind of relationship with me?”

It was my turn to hesitate again and formulate my response, not because I wasn’t sure of my answer but because I wanted to be careful in how I expressed it.

“I think the best way to say this is that’s sort of what I want. I don’t want to play with just anyone, and if we become a romantically-linked D/s couple I’d want you to approve of whomever I play with. But I’d like, for example, to continue to have scenes with Jason without feeling guilty about it.”

“I guess I understand why you feel that way, and I do think it’s right to reciprocate in play. If Jason is willing to share Donna with me, I think I could handle that kind of partner-swapping.”

“Does that include sex?” I asked him; I wanted to have everything be clear and out in the open between us.

“Yes,” he replied. “If Jason’s willing to let things go that way, I figure I’ll enjoy it with Donna and I’m sure you will again with Jason.”

“In that case, I’ll broach the questions to Jason, both about the possibility of a BDSM-scene exchange and about the sexual possibilities.”

*

I called Jason the next day and told him I had something to discuss with him that also involved his sub. He suggested a three-way conversation so I could meet her, and we agreed on a place to have dinner the next evening.

When I entered the restaurant to meet with Jason and his sub, I spotted him right away and was immediately aware of the woman sitting next to him. I’m no slouch in the beauty department, I know I’m very attractive, but this woman, presumably Donna, was amazingly so. I had figured Jason’s sub would be older than I am, but she certainly didn’t look it. I couldn’t see much of her figure, but she definitely looked trim and fit, and I completely understood why Randy would want to see her body and have it under his control. On the other hand, as I walked toward their table, I wondered why Jason, with Donna as his sub, would ever want to play with anyone else.

Jason stood as I approached, pulled out a chair for me, and seated me next to him, across the table from Donna. Then he introduced us. “Jill, this is Donna; Donna, this is Jill.”

Donna spoke first. “I’m pleased to meet you, Jill,” she said in a warm contralto.

“I’m glad to meet you also,’ I responded. “I’ve enjoyed my experiences with Jason, and I really appreciate having the opportunity to meet Jason’s …” I was suddenly at a loss for words; I didn’t know how to politely characterize her relationship with him.

She graciously and gracefully rescued me. “I’m Jason’s sub, Jill, as you already know. I’m certainly not ashamed of it, especially not with someone who’s in the scene, and you may refer to me in that way if you’d like. In the vanilla world, Jason introduces me as his partner, and if that term would make you more comfortable, by all means use it instead.”

“Thank you,” I replied. “I’m slowly getting back into the lifestyle, and I’m still finding my way into the current ways of interacting with others.”

“I understand,” she said in return, and then Jason entered the conversation as the server passed out menus.

He asked, “What is it that you wanted to talk about, Jill?” and suddenly I was tongue-tied; I didn’t know how to ask Jason if he’d be willing to share Donna with Randy. After a few seconds of awkward silence at the table, Jason prompted me. “Does what you want to discuss have anything to do with our plans to visit the dungeon this coming Saturday?”

I hesitated, eyes downcast, then looked up and said, “Yes, it does. My sister told me about the contract you described to her, including the part that defines whether and how you and Donna will play with other people.”

Again I hesitated, and again Jason prompted me. “Jill, Donna knows that I played with both you and Samantha; just say what’s on your mind.”

“I looked at Jason; I just couldn’t look at Donna when I asked, “Have you ever lent Donna to another dominant?”

“Yes, I have. Are you curious about those scenes? I’m pretty sure I know what this is leading up to …” he turned to Donna as he continued, “… and I’d like Donna to be open with you about that.” He nodded to her and then turned, as she did, to face me.

“I’ve played with other doms, both before I met Jason and, with his permission, since then as well,” Donna told me. “Some were very good, and some have been not so good, but all in all I’ve had mostly good experiences. I know that in the back of my mind I compare the techniques of those other doms with Jason’s, and I’ve never played with anyone, before or since, that I’ve thought more highly of or enjoyed more than Jason.” She smiled at Jason, then reached over and took his hand in one of hers, caressing it lightly with her other fingertips.

“I can understand that. My ex-husband was very good, but Jason is special. It’s like he just walked out of the pages of The Loving Dominant. You’re lucky to be with him.” I felt a sudden stab of envy: She has him all the time.

“Oh, I know,” she said; she looked up at Jason, and her expression was pure adoration. “But he’s a romantic at heart, and sometimes I just want to shout out what Molly wrote, Screw the Roses, Send Me the Thorns.”

She turned back to face me, and I smiled at her, and my smile was totally genuine. I again wondered why Jason would even want to play with anyone else, and there are times when my mouth seems to have a mind of its own. “Jason,” I blurted, “why in the world are you ever interested in playing with anyone else when you have Donna?”

Jason looked fondly at Donna, who lowered her eyes submissively, and then he turned back to face me squarely. “Every person is different,” he said, “and everyone reacts and responds differently to what I do and how I do it. So one reason is the variety I experience and the challenge of bringing the pleasurable sensations I can offer to someone new. Another reason is that some subs I meet, like your sister, are new to the scene, and I enjoy helping them learn about themselves and leading them down the submissive path to their true feelings.”

I certainly knew about those pleasurable sensations, and I also knew how enthusiastically Samantha had taken to her newly-awakened sexual submissiveness. “Thank you, Jason, for explaining that,” I told him. “So now I have another question. I’ve had several talks with Randy, and he’s looking forward to our trip to the dungeon with you and Donna. But he knows I’ve played with you, and he knows I’d like to do that again if you’re willing, so he, and I, want to know whether you’d consider sharing Donna with him in a scene at the dungeon.”

I sat back, unconsciously holding my breath, while I waited for Jason to respond. He too sat back for a few seconds, obviously gathering his thoughts, and then he looked directly at me again.

“I’ve never seen Randy in a scene,” Jason began,” but, based on your description to me of the play you’ve had with him, I would be willing if Donna, who has met Randy socially, thinks he would be an acceptable play-partner. Despite the nature of our relationship, I would never order Donna into a scene, and our contract establishes her right to veto a prospective play-partner. So Donna has to agree to a scene with another dom, and that dom has to agree to respect her limits, including what she’s permitted to do and what she’s prohibited from doing with anyone but me.”

He turned to Donna and looked expectantly at her with a raised eyebrow. She looked back at him levelly, then turned to face me. “As Jason said, he’s never seen Randy play, and neither have I. But Jason’s told me you enjoyed his play and that you also enjoyed your scene with Randy, so I assume he and Randy have done similar kinds of scene play with you. Based on that, I’d be willing to give him a chance.”

I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. “Thank you, Donna,” I said sincerely. “Based on my discussions with him, I’m sure Randy will respect all your limits once he knows what they are.”

“I’ll make sure he does,” Jason said, “and we can all look forward to a fun evening as a foursome on Saturday. You and Randy will have to bring government-issued photo IDs and agree to provide your full legal names, dates of birth, and addresses for screening on the Department of Justice National Sex Offender Public Website, so be prepared.”

We will,” I told him, “and thanks for the heads-up.”

*

Randy drove us up to the parking area right at nine o’clock and we met Jason and Donna at The Crucible as planned. They were just exiting his car, and she was dressed, as I’d known she would be, to please Jason’s tastes. She was, as they say, street legal, but there was no mistaking that she was a real hottie in her black mini-dress, black hose, and five-inch stilettos.

I had asked Randy if he had any preferences as to what I would wear, and, in a sign of either his relative lack of experience, his not being interested in that aspect of our relationship, or his reluctance to assert his dominance, he’d told me he didn’t. So I’d done what I’d expected Donna would do and dressed to please Jason; I was hoping that I’d have another chance to be under his control. My skirt was not as short or as tight as hers and I wasn’t wearing stockings, but my heels matched hers and I knew my legs looked good. Randy’s admiring looks when he’d picked me up were all the positive reinforcement I’d needed.

The men picked up their toy-bags and we went inside; Jason was carrying two bags while Randy had one. Jason paid everyone’s entrance fees while Randy and I filled out and signed documents in which we attested we were not attending in a law-enforcement capacity and that we waived any liability of the facility. The receptionist told us that photography as well as audio and video recording were strictly prohibited except by special arrangement, and after we showed our IDs and the database queries proved negative we were allowed to leave the reception area and enter the main space.

The four of us stood out of the doorway along the front wall. There were restrooms on our left and the seating area on our right had tables and chairs and a counter with a person behind it selling soft beverages and snacks. Beyond that was a small boutique that had various items of BDSM gear on display.

I hadn’t paid much attention to the dungeon when Jason and I attended the Black Rose meeting, but while we were standing there I really looked around to see what was happening throughout the facility. There were several St. Andrew’s crosses along two walls, widely separated to allow plenty of room around them. There was a medical area in one corner; a sign stated that this was the only area where blood play was permitted. There was also a table standing on a large tarp that was available for a waxing scene. A suspension setup with an electric hoist was available along the wall opposite the medical setup.

There were stocks, spanking benches, a cage, and two high horizontal beams in the center of the space. The beams were supported by tripod arrangements at their ends and had chains dangling from them; they looked like playground swing sets without the swings. A clear walkway ten to fifteen feet wide surrounded the central area, enabling people to stroll between the center and the play spaces along the perimeter or to stand and observe individual scenes. There were supply stations scattered throughout the facility with spray bottles of disinfectant, stacks of disposable wipes, and trash cans.

Much of the equipment was already in use, and two pairs of dungeon monitors, each pair a male and a female, patrolled the entire space wearing bright orange vests like those of highway workers. A completely nude pony girl pranced by us; she had a bridle-like arrangement of straps around her head, including a metal bit between her teeth, with reins that her driver held as he walked behind her. After she passed I saw she had a butt plug with a long horsehair tail swaying from it.

After taking Donna’s hand, Jason started walking, so Randy and I followed. Jason walked slowly and stopped every few feet to greet other people, sometimes just murmuring a greeting and other times conversing in low tones to avoid disturbing the ongoing scenes. A couple of times he brought Randy and me forward and introduced us as his guests. It seemed very much like a social occasion as well as a big play-party.

Jason stopped our procession near where a couple was concluding their scene, and there appeared not to be anyone waiting to use the cross at that location. After the dom wiped down the equipment and the twosome left the area, Jason opened one of his duffels and shook out a large flannel blanket that he spread on the floor next to the cross. Then he opened his other duffel and attached his suspension cuffs to the upper arms of the cross.

When he motioned to her, Donna went over to Jason and stood facing him in front of the cross. They gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes for several seconds before Jason put his hands on her shoulders and gently turned her so she faced away from him. We watched the two of them in profile as Jason slowly unzipped the back of her dress; Donna raised her arms and Jason lifted it up and over her head. He carefully folded the dress and placed it on a corner of the blanket.

Donna’s figure was every bit as awesome as her face. Her dress may have had a built-in bra, but it was clear she hadn’t needed it if there was. With her arms raised, her breasts were elevated, but they were large and looked completely natural. I suspected they would have a bit of sag when let down, but for someone her age she was obviously in fabulous shape. She had a narrow waist that flared into womanly hips; her butt was firm and rounded, and her legs, highlighted by the heels she was wearing, were shapely.

I turned to Randy and whispered, “I hope I look half that good when I get to be her age.” Randy nodded without speaking; he was apparently transfixed by her beauty. Then, when Donna turned and faced the cross, Randy turned the unoccupied spanking bench next to us so it was sideways to the cross at a forty-five-degree angle. He took my hand and we sat down to watch the scene.

Jason wrapped the cuff straps around Donna’s wrists and she grasped the suspension handles. He reached into his duffel again and took out one of the floggers he’d used on me, so I was able to see what I’d experienced as he warmed up Donna’s upper back and behind for several minutes. Then he set the flogger down next to her dress and took out a round flat fabric case that he unzipped to remove and reveal a long black whip. He shook it out and swished it back and forth a couple of times; it looked to be maybe four feet long, with a knob he was holding at one end and some sort of short fringe at the other.

Suddenly Jason raised his arm and brought it down smartly, and the whip flashed next to the cross. It didn’t touch Donna or anything else, but a loud crack reverberated through the dungeon. Out of the corner of my eye I could see heads turn toward us as people reacted to the sound.

“Holy crap!” I exclaimed. “Is he really going to use that on her?”

“I don’t know for sure,” Randy replied, “but my guess is that he will.”

We didn’t have to wait long to find out, but the effect was not what I half-expected and half-feared it would be. Jason backed up a couple of steps and started swinging the whip back and forth horizontally. His motion was very steady and consistent, moving only his wrist and flicking the whip back and forth so it passed within a few inches of Donna’s body without touching her. Unlike the initial crack, the whip made only soft popping sounds as it moved past her.

Jason slowly inched forward until the end of the whip was just grazing Donna’s ass. She didn’t react at all at first, but then I saw two things happen: faint pink streaks started to appear on her pale butt cheeks and her hips started swaying gently from side to side. I was fascinated by the way Jason was bringing Donna to a slow boil; he was pausing periodically to sensually slide the whip across her shoulders, caress her back and breasts, and whisper into her ear.

Randy reached over my shoulder and started lightly caressing my upper arm, his fingers brushing against my breast through my blouse. He moved his other hand to my thigh and began slowly sliding my skirt up. Donna’s body movements told me that she was thoroughly aroused, and I was getting more and more turned on just from watching their scene. Randy’s touching was taking me even higher, and I absent-mindedly started unbuttoning my blouse to give him access.

“Watching them has really turned me on,” I whispered to Randy. “I really want to experience that kind of sensation. Have you ever used one of those whips?”

“No, I haven’t,” Randy said. “Why don’t you ask Jason to introduce you to his?”

“You’re okay with that?” I asked him.

“I am,” he replied. “It’s perfectly fine with me. I’ll let Jason know you’re interested.”

Jason had continued whipping Donna into what looked like a real build-up of excitement; her face was flushed and her breathing was fast and shallow. Jason suddenly lowered the whip and approached Donna again. He whispered something, and she nodded her head emphatically. So he reached inside her thong and caressed her pussy and clit, and she exploded in a wailing orgasm. I shivered when I saw and heard her climax, and Randy slid one hand inside my blouse to squeeze and rub my rock-hard nipples while moving his other hand to my commando pussy under my skirt. I squirmed and started to pant as Randy’s fingers pushed me to the edge, and then suddenly he rubbed my clit and I was coming also.

*

When I opened my eyes, I saw Jason reach into his second duffel and remove another flannel blanket. He wrapped the blanket around Donna’s shoulders and then unbuckled her cuffs. He put an arm around her waist and half-guided, half-carried her to the blanket on the floor; he sat her down and got her a bottle of water from his duffel. I wish Randy had a similar blanket or something, I thought as the adrenaline rush of my orgasm bled away and a slight chill came over me.

“Is it okay if I go over there?” I asked Randy.

“Of course,” he replied, so I stood and walked over to where Donna was sitting. She invited me to join her and share her blanket, and I thanked her and sat down next to her so I could pull part of the blanket over me.

“It looked like you really enjoyed that whipping,” I said.

“Absolutely,” she replied. “Jason has several singletails, and they are my favorite of all his toys.”

“I really want to experience that.”

“I’m sure Jason will be happy to oblige you.”

We continued to chat while Jason and Randy stood a few feet away. I didn’t know what they were talking about, but I was pretty sure that among other things Randy was telling Jason that I wanted to be whipped with his singletail. After a few minutes the men came over to where we were sitting and squatted next to us. He kissed Donna and caressed her hair; she returned his kiss ardently. Randy was less aggressive, but he touched my cheek, turned my face up to his, and kissed me lightly, and I responded happily and enthusiastically. When the men had broken off their kisses, Jason spoke to me.

“Well, Jill, Randy tells me you want to experience the singletail.”

“Yes, Sir, I do.”

“Okay, let me explain a few things about it, and then I can give you that opportunity. Randy would like to play with Donna, so I’ve told him her limits and they’ll go off and have a scene somewhere else in the dungeon.”

Jason reached over and picked up his singletail. He pointed to the handle end.

“These are called signal whips because their original purpose was for drivers to signal directions to their sled dogs. They’re made just like kids make braided lanyards at summer camp, except instead of plastic the whip braids are leather strips. The best whips are made starting with at least sixteen strips of kangaroo leather at the handle end, and they have a cloth bag inside the handle end that’s filled with BB shot to give better balance and control. The business end, the cracker,” he lifted it up so I could see the filaments up close, “is a set of nylon threads that are knotted every inch or so until what’s left are loose strands about an inch long. The crack you hear is a mini sonic-boom when the moving cracker breaks the sound barrier.”

I nodded my understanding and he continued. “The cracker is ideally what actually contacts the target; the body of the whip can be much more damaging to the skin. So it’s important that you move your body sideways, so the distance from me to you stays constant; if you move your body toward me, that will change what part of the whip hits you.”

I remembered how Donna was swaying side to side, and now I knew why. “Thanks for explaining that,” I told Jason. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

“Are you okay to play some more?” he asked Donna.

“Yes, Sir, I am,” she replied, and she took the blanket off of both of us, folded it neatly, and put it on top of the duffel. “Randy, Sir,” she continued, “please take me wherever you want to play.”

Randy stretched out his hand and helped Donna to her feet. Then he picked up his toy bag and they headed off around the walkway to find a spot with equipment Randy wanted to use.

*

Jason had me undress except for my heels and then positioned me with my chest against the cross. I reached up and he fastened the familiar suspension cuffs around my wrists. My body quivered with anticipation. After he warmed me up on my back and butt with a series of floggers from soft deerskin to heavy cowhide, I was more than ready for the main event. I’d been turned on earlier from watching his scene with Donna and Randy’s manipulation, and my arousal quickly reasserted itself as Jason’s increasingly intense flogging progressed. He stopped several times to come close to me, kiss me on the neck, and touch my stiff nipples. Even though he hadn’t gone anywhere near my pussy, I was very wet and ready. My tummy quavered with the first stirring of orgasm.

Finally, the flogging stopped and Jason picked up his singletail. He cracked it once to my left and again to my right, and next I heard the soft popping sounds that told me he was swinging it from side to side close to me. After a few seconds I felt the first touch of the whip, a very light skimming across the center of my ass cheeks. Then the whip swung back in the opposite direction, and this time I felt the sliding of the cracker more strongly. My skin tingled, and as the whip continued its back-and-forth motion the hits started to sting. But it was a pleasant sensation, and I started to feel warmth along each of the places where the cracker had slid across my skin.

Jason stopped the whip and came up next to me. He turned my face to him and kissed me, and I responded eagerly, my tongue dancing with his. He reached out with one hand to caress my breasts and tweak my erect nipples, and I squirmed and shivered when he sent his other hand to slide the leather knob at the end of the whip handle through my dripping-wet slit. I moaned against his mouth and kissed him harder. After perhaps thirty seconds, Jason broke the kiss.

“So how do you like it?” he asked.

“I love it,” I replied. “May I have more, please?”

Jason smiled. “Absolutely. I’ve barely started with you.”

He backed away and started the whip moving again, this time alternating between my upper back and my butt. The whip strikes were so consistent in their timing that the effect was almost hypnotic; I was more and more relaxed even as the stinging and warmth sensations steadily increased in intensity. When Jason stopped a second time and came up to me I was very close to coming; I was panting, and I was sure that if he so much as touched me I would go over the edge.

“You’re ready to come.” It wasn’t a question.

“God, yes, Sir, I’m really close.”

“Soon, Jill, very soon. But I want you to have the full experience. So I’m going to turn you around. I want you to see it coming at you.”

Oh, God, I thought frantically. He’s going to whip my most tender and sensitive parts.

I wasn’t really afraid; I knew Jason wouldn’t harm me. But the thought still sent shivers up and down my spine as he unhooked the cuffs from the cross, turned me around, and reattached them. I leaned against the cross, which was set at a slight backward angle, and tried to relax.

A quick glance around the dungeon told me that there were a number of scenes going on, and I spotted Donna and Randy not far away. She was restrained on a spanking bench, and her ass was bright red. Randy had grabbed her long blonde hair and was fucking her from behind; the expression on her face said she was definitely enjoying what he was doing.

I also saw that we had acquired an audience; there were ten or twelve people standing silently on the walkway near our space, watching what was happening. But then Jason got my attention and I focused on him as he picked up the singletail and faced me from four feet away.

He swung the whip slowly, finding the range, and then it slid across my tummy, leaving a trail of burning sensation in its wake. But my endorphins were running high and the pain turned instantly to pleasure that pushed me even closer to the edge.

“More,” I begged, “please, give me more.”

Jason didn’t answer in words; he simply raised the angle of the whip and a searing fire ran across the undersides of my breasts.

“Ooowww,” I cried. “So good, so good.”

The whip came again, a constant back-and-forth flow, and I watched it with a combination of wonder and excitement. Then the cracker slid across in a direct hit on my stiff and sensitive nipples and I came, a small one, a precursor to what I knew would be a massive explosion very soon. My body shook and I cried out in ecstasy as the metronomic swinging of the whip brought it again across my breasts.

Jason came and hugged me as I shivered in the aftermath of that mini-orgasm. “Are you okay, Jill?” he asked quietly.

“I’m much more than okay, Sir,” I whispered back. “Please, please, don’t stop now.”

Again he didn’t answer in words; he simply squeezed me in his hug and then returned to his place a few feet away. When he started looking for the range again the whip was moving lower. Then I felt a line of fire across my thighs about halfway between my knees and my groin, and I let out a sound that was between a groan and a sigh of pleasure.

Jason’s accuracy with the whip was fantastic; he put a double line across my legs an inch higher each time the whip made a two-way pass, first one direction and then back the other. As it rose higher and higher, I knew where it would end and I shivered in anticipation. When it slid across my shaved pubes I cried out wordlessly, and then it hit directly on my clit and I exploded.

“Eeeaaahhh,” I screamed, and I came like never before, a totally mind-blowing consummation of all the sexual tension that had been building up in me for the past hour or more. I couldn’t control my body; I shivered and shook and went completely limp, and only the cuffs around my wrists kept me from collapsing onto the floor.

Jason came up to me and slid his finger through my sopping-wet slit. “Do you want more, Jill?” I nodded my head emphatically, just as Donna had done earlier. “Okay,” he said, “Let’s see how many orgasms your body has in it.”

He stroked my pussy lips and then put first one, then two, and finally three fingers inside me, stretching my opening and pressing his thumb against my extremely sensitive clit. My hips bucked involuntarily. Then he pulled his fingers back, spread my lower lips wide, and knelt in front of me.

I let out a loud moan when Jason put his mouth on my bare pussy. He pushed two fingers back inside me and concentrated his lips and tongue on my burning clit. It felt like my pussy was being attacked from every direction, and I was rapidly climbing up the mountain toward another powerful climax. I looked down and saw an expression of pure delight on Jason’s face; he knew what he was doing to me.

Then I felt him remove one finger from my pussy and place it at my rear entrance. His finger was well lubricated from my flowing juices, and he pressed it slowly but firmly until it slid past my sphincter and up into my back channel. He began a sawing in-and-out movement with his fingers in both openings and continued to rub across and around my clit with his tongue. The combination of all three sensations was overpowering, and suddenly the pleasure burst from my clit and thundered through my entire body. This second major explosion rocked me and I let out a scream of passion. I kept hold of the cuff handles, and I knew that the cuffs themselves would keep me from falling, but my knees were wobbling as the pleasure rushed through me and I surrendered to it.

One more orgasm wasn’t enough; my mind and my body had been wound up so much by the foreplay of the whip and Jason’s intermittent breast and nipple play that I knew there was more to come, pun intended. I want more, I thought frantically, I need more. Jason rose and stood close to me, his fingers still inside me.

“You are really beautiful when you come, Jill.” He brought his thumb up and down my slit, then moved it down to hover next to his fingers in my vaginal entry. I gazed into his eyes, silently pleading for more of his attention. He leaned into me, bringing us intimately close. “I love how your body reacts, Jill, and how your mind reinforces all those physical reactions.” His words had an instant effect; my muscles tightened and I moaned, trying to tell him without words that I loved it too.

He continued a steady string of affectionate sayings while he plundered my pussy with his fingers and diddled my clit with his thumbs and I came again and again. Every time I thought I was done he would say something else and I would go right on coming. The only reprieve I got was a few seconds while Jason removed his hand and repositioned himself. He settled between my legs and I heard his zipper move. With my heels I was at just the right height for him to enter me standing up, and Jason lining his cock up with my pussy sent a new shiver through me. Slowly, pleasure written across his face, he pressed into me.

I felt drained, but it did feel great to finally have Jason’s thick cock spreading me open. He moved slowly at first, then gradually picked up speed until he was thrusting hard and fast into me. Despite all the orgasms I’d already had, I felt myself rising up the mountain to join him for a final big explosion. I closed my eyes and kissed his shoulder, and when he spewed his spend deep into me I came again, a wonderfully satisfying conclusion to a terrific scene.

*

When I opened my eyes, Jason was unbuckling the cuffs; I gratefully lowered my arms and he put his arm around my waist to steady me as I staggered over to the blanket. After helping me sit, Jason pulled the other blanket around my shoulders and knelt beside me, holding the water bottle while I sipped to moisten my throat; it had become dry from my orgasms-induced screams and cries. He rubbed my back and whispered comforting words that alternated between praise for what he called my beautiful performance with concern for my well-being; it was a terribly warm and endearing moment in that aftermath of an amazing experience.

After he’d made sure that I was okay, Jason rose and went to put away his toys and then to wipe down the cross to make it ready for another scene. While he was doing that, Randy and Donna returned to our space; Donna joined me under the blanket while Randy went over to talk with Jason.

“Oh, God, Donna, that was a fantastic scene; you are so lucky to have Jason as your dom.”

Donna chuckled. “Oh, yes, I know, Jill. It’s not always so special when Jason and I play, but he always makes sure that I have a good time.”

“How did things go with Randy?” I really needed to know, because her comments would help me decide whether it would be truly worthwhile to pursue a relationship with him.

“The scene went well,” Donna told me. “Randy was good, but he clearly isn’t at Jason’s level of skill. I was satisfied but not sated, and I think with more experience and some coaching, subtly from you and more explicitly from Jason, Randy can improve his techniques considerably.”

That feedback was very reassuring, and I decided then and there that I would make Randy a long-term project.

The two men returned to our space and helped us to our feet. They helped us dress, folded up the blankets and added them to Jason’s duffel, and the four of us walked slowly to the exit. Outside, after hugs and kisses all around, except the two doms didn’t kiss each other, Jason took Donna’s hand and they headed for his car. Randy put his arm around my waist, and I put my arm around him and squeezed in appreciation. It had truly been a wonderful night.

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