Date: Mon, 01 Nov 1999 21:05:00 GMT From: paula cockburn <paulacockburn@hotmail.com> Subject: Night Games Night Games A hotel corridor late at night can be a lonely, intimidating place. This one was no exception. Jay felt distinctly uneasy as she walked nervously across its thickly carpeted length with its subdued night-lights between each anonymous door. As Jay passed one of these darkened recesses where cleaning ladies are wont to keep their trolleys, Jay suddenly felt a presence and almost immediately felt herself grabbed from behind, her arms pinned behind her by another, stronger pair of arms. Before she had time to speak or think her assailant shifted position so that Jay was in an inescapable arm lock. "Don't struggle and do as you're told and no one will get hurt" hissed the voice in her ear. It was a voice with an authoritarian ring to it, and it was female. Jay was quickly bundled through one of those anonymous doors. The other woman who was clearly stronger than Jay and obviously trained to handle herself threw Jay to the floor and ordered her to stay there. Jay was aware vaguely of a bed and several candelabra burning at several points in the room. As jay lay there, not daring to resist, she heard the other woman start to undress. She heard the sound of a zip and of garments being tossed onto a chair. The woman then began to walk around the room, moving objects, making rustling sounds. As she walked past Jay's prone position she crossed Jay's line of sight revealing that she was barefoot and wearing black stockings over what appeared to be a shapely leg. Presently the movements ceased and the woman ordered Jay to her feet. Jay at last could see her captor-she was seated in a large leather armchair completely naked except for the black stockings and matching suspender belt. She was clearly of Mediterranean extraction, possibly Greek. Her olive skin seemed to glow by the candlelight. As she sat there almost regally, her hands resting on the arms of the chair, Jay could see her small, pert breasts with dark almost black nipples-small but very erect. Her slightly parted breasts revealed the bushiest black triangle Jay had ever seen. "Get undressed, " said the woman in a tone which did not invite disobedience. As she complied and started to strip for this woman Jay felt strange, as if it was another Jay meekly obeying the command. It was a warm summer evening so there wasn't much to remove. The blouse was followed by the bra and as Jay stepped from her skirt she stood there in just her panties, aware of how her own large breasts with their hugely prominent nipples contrasted with the other woman's. "I meant everything! " came the command from the chair, the emphasis on the word " everything " was all Jay needed to meekly comply, stepping from her panties to reveal a closely trimmed blonde pubic bush, so unlike the other woman's. "Now I am clearly stronger than you and as you know by now I can easily overpower you" said the woman, " So you will be obliged for your own sake to obey me. Is that clear?" "Yes " replied Jay. "Yes, mistress! " barked the woman. " Say it! " "Yes mistress. " repeated Jay. "I shall either call you nothing or bitch, is that also clear? " said the woman icily. "Yes, mistress" answered Jay. "Now bitch, walk over to the foot of the bed, stand facing the bed head and lean forward with the palms of your hands on the bed." Jay did as she was told. It was in that position that she felt the woman approach her from behind. "Spread your legs, bitch!" Jay spread them. She felt the woman's hand between her legs-she was being examined. The most intimate of her body was being spread open to this woman's gaze. She seemed to keep Jay spread like this for an, just looking, occasionally probing one opening then the other, until she had had her fill. She then crossed to another part of the room, there was the sound of a drawer being opened and closed, the woman returned and began to stroke Jay's buttocks very gently.. Then without warning she brought the palm of her hand down hard making Jay yelp with pain. "Did you like that bitch? " came the question. "Yes, mistress. " was the reply, Jay knew the answer she must now give. Further hard slaps followed, Jay trying hard not to cry out as she obediently received a spanking. Suddenly the spanking stopped. There was a pause. What next? Jay felt a cold flat object placed across her buttocks. Jay had no sooner worked out that it was a ruler than two swift, smarting blows made her cry out loud. "You are still liking this, bitch?" "Yes, mistress." "Well, we'll see about that! '' Again the sound of a drawer being opened, then Jay gasped as the other woman reached underneath to grasp Jay's dangling breasts and attach what appeared to be a heavy metal clasp to each nipple. The sensation, not really pain, shot from Jay's breasts to her pussy. She felt her clitoris tighten. She became wet. She was becoming aroused. Standing by Jay's head, the woman grabbed Jay's hair, twisting her head around so Jay was forced to stare at the other woman's pussy. In between that black, hairy bush Jay could discern two very dark brown, swollen lips and a very large, hard clitoris protruding between them. "I think it is time to stop your fun, bitch! " said the woman-with that she released Jay's hair and gave her breasts a slap causing them to sway into each other, the weights pulling them down caused Jay's juices to flow even more. The woman now moved to another part of the room and returned with a candelabra. She removed one candle, holding it above Jay's buttocks. As the first drops of hot wax fell onto Jay's unprotected flesh she gave a whimper, she was experiencing both pain and pleasure. "Want more, bitch? " said the woman. "Yes, mistress." Suddenly the woman blew out the candle and Jay felt the blunt end between the cheeks of her buttocks. The woman applied a gentle pressure, as if to penetrate and then, without warning changed target and plunged the candle deep into Jay's gaping cunt. It went in easily, Jay's lubrication was flowing copiously as the slurping sound witnessed as the woman worked the candle in and out. The woman's mood seemed to change. She removed the nipple clamps and instructed Jay to lie spread-eagled on the bed. She had obviously pre-planned this as Jay's wrists and ankles were quickly secured by ropes previously tied to the legs of the bed. From a bedside cabinet the woman produced a soft leather cat o'nine tails. Jay tensed as the first blow fell across her breasts. To her surprise it was not a hard blow- more of a caress. A very erotic caress at that. The woman worked Jay's body over expertly- the liquid oozing out between Jay's legs leaving no doubt about the effect it was having. When the woman at last laid the whip aside, she mounted the bed and straddled Jay across her middle facing Jay's feet. In this position she reached forward to part Jay's dripping wet cunt, and after pausing briefly to study the effects of her handiwork, began to fondle Jay. Jay moaned as she responded to the other woman's caresses. The woman's breathing was becoming rapid and deeper. Suddenly she moved backwards still facing Jay's feet, but this time her knees were at either side of Jay's head. In this position she lowered her streaming wet cunt over Jay's face. Jay's tongue was like a snake-darting in and out of the other woman's pussy, gently lapping at her hugely aroused clit, the smell and taste of sex was overwhelming. The woman could last no longer-she exploded into an orgasm of such intensity that her whole frame shook to it's foundations. Her juices flooded over Jay's face-she was sobbing with pleasure as she collapsed forward onto Jay, her full weight crushing Jay's still form. She lay like that for what seemed an age, motionless, sometimes letting out a groan or a sob. At length she rose like a prizefighter dragging himself of the canvas and dressed herself. She stood over Jay and released the ropes, and as she did so she pushed an object into Jay's gaping wet pussy. As she opened the door the woman paused, " Same time next week, bitch?" "Yes, mistress." After the door closed, Jay removed the object from her pussy. It consisted of ten fifty- pound notes, tightly rolled and secured with an elastic band. Jay's best client had indeed been very generous.