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  He hesitated for a moment when he finally released my nipple, and finally sat on the stool. I opened my eyes, watched as he moved toward me, as his mouth closed over my clit. It took everything I could do to keep from crying out, so intense was the pleasure. I panted, closed my eyes, desperately seeking release.

  In spite of all I could do, a groan escaped me as I felt the first fluttering of release. He ceased teasing my clit instantly, leaving me hanging. I opened my eyes as he stood up, grasped his cock and aligned the head of it with my body’s opening. As he shoved it deeply inside of me, I climaxed so hard I screamed. He thrust harder, faster, and my climax just seemed to go on and on.

  I was nearly comatose by the time he came. I didn’t even remember when he moved away.

  I was rudely awakened some time later to a chilling splash of water. The splash, however, was not in my face.

  The doctor, I discovered, had vanished. The cop that had ‘arrested’ me was standing between my legs, his cap pulled low over his brow as it had been before so that I could see no more than the lower part of his face.

  He was fully dressed. I felt more than a little self-conscious about the fact that I was so shamelessly exposed. To my surprise, however, I felt my body responding to his nearness. He studied me unsmilingly for several moments and then removed his belt. Setting his weapon belt aside carefully, he faced me once more and removed the belt to his pants. I watched, feeling suddenly breathless as he tugged his shirt from his pants and began to unbutton it. When he’d released the top button, he shrugged the shirt off of a pair of very broad shoulders. Setting his cap aside, he grasped the bottom edge of his T-shirt and pulled that off, as well. I was surprised to see that he was well above the ordinary insofar as looks--not even close to the ‘pretty boy’, but purely, harshly male.

  His chest and arms were hard and muscular.

  I found I was having some difficulty breathing.

  The temptation seized me to ‘misbehave’ so that he would tease me as ‘the doctor’ had.

  I curbed it.

  I was fairly certain I could cum without any trouble at all. I was hot only from watching him undress.

  I waited breathlessly as he unfastened his breeches and slid the zipper to the bottom. I could see his erection standing against his trousers. It looked huge. It looked like it would fill me to capacity, stretch me to my limits. He nudged his shoes off, one at the time, standing on first one foot and then the other. Then, grasping the waist band of both pants and shorts, he removed them.

  His cock stood out from his body when he straightened. I swallowed, feeling a sudden need to have it in my mouth. A vision assailed me, of the two of us lying on the floor, of me sucking his cock while he sucked my clit and brought me to climax. The image sent hot moisture flooding through my sex.

  I licked my lips.

  “Would you like to taste my cock?”

  I looked up at his face, nodded.

  He studied me a moment, then moved closer. Taking hold of his cock, he rubbed it against my clit teasingly.

  I sucked in my breath as he touched my clit, more than a little surprised to discover it throbbed instantly to life, aching for fulfillment.

  He sat on the stool, pushed his finger deeply inside of me and leaned forward, teasing my clit with his tongue. Pleasure shot through me.

  He curled his finger, rubbing that special spot inside of me that I hadn’t even known was there before this night. My body clenched around his finger, quakes of pleasure starting to build rapidly toward climax. Continuing to stroke that one spot, he clamped his mouth over my clit, sucking. I gasped, bucked mindlessly against his finger and mouth. He sucked harder, worked magic with his finger, teased my clit with his tongue.

  I came before I even realized I was on the verge.

  He stood up. Awash in the aftermath of my climax, I was only dimly ware of his movements. He lowered the head of the table so that I was lying flat once more. Climbing over me, he guided his cock toward my mouth, nudged it. I opened my mouth to receive him. It was what I’d wanted the moment I saw it, and yet not. I’d just climaxed. My body was already cooling.

  I’d given him no pleasure, however, and knew it was warranted.

  I worked my tongue and jaw over his cock, sucking it as if it was a tasty pop. In fact it was. I discovered I loved the taste of him, loved the way he filled my mouth.

  He lowered his head, began to tease my clit once more. I tried to avoid his tongue. My clit was too sensitive. I didn’t think I could bear any more stimulation.

  My legs were bound, however, as were my arms. I couldn’t move, couldn’t evade his questing mouth and teasing tongue. I could only endure. I sucked him as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. I tried to ignore the torturous teasing of his tongue as he persisted in suckling, nudging, flicking my clit until my body began, almost reluctantly, to rise toward release yet again.

  As I brought him to release, my body convulsed in yet another that was so intense I almost fainted. I could not prevent the little cries of pleasure that escaped around his cock.

  Dimly, I was aware that I’d ‘disobeyed’. I wasn’t at all certain I could live through another ‘punishment’ like the doctor had devised. I held my breath as he slowly climbed off of me. He stood watching me for several moments, waiting for his own body to recover.

  After a few moments, he moved away. When he returned, he was holding the clamps. I stared at them, knowing every ounce of pleasure that could be wrung from me already had been.

  He attached them, first to my nipples and then to my clit. I barely noticed the shocks at first. My clit was still throbbing from my last release.

  He adjusted the little knob I hadn’t noticed before. The jolts came harder and closer together. Dazed, I felt pleasure begin to build inside of me again as he lifted the front of the table once more and then moved around to stand between my spread thighs.

  I could barely lift my eyelids to stare at him, so intense was the pleasure throbbing through me. As I watched, he began to massage his cock. It came erect. He moved closer, nudged my opening with the head.

  He did not remove the clips. They continued to pulse, to send shock after shock of pleasure through me. Grasping my hips, he slammed his cock deep inside of me. On the third thrust, my body began to climax … and continued to climax as he pumped inside me over and over, thrusting harder and harder until my body was jolted with each impact. At some point, I reached overload and passed out.

  When I awoke, I was in the back seat of the patrol car once more. The handcuffs had been removed and my clothes straightened. My clit still throbbed. I reached down to comfort it and discovered I couldn’t bear to touch it.

  The car stopped and the back door was opened.

  “You’re free to go, ma’am. From now on, be sure you come to a full stop at every stop sign.”

  I stared at him blankly, but managed to struggle out of the back seat. I don’t think my legs would’ve held me upright if he hadn’t gripped my arm and led me back to my car. He helped me into the front seat and closed the door. “Have a nice night.”

  I was never afterwards certain of how I managed to make it back to my hotel room. Like a drunk, dazed on alcohol, I was barely aware of my surroundings. Fortunately, it was late and the streets deserted. The patrol car, which I discovered had followed me back to my hotel, kept going as I turned in.

  I struggled from the car and into my room. I was asleep almost before my body touched down on the mattress.

  The ‘wake up’ call I’d left for the following morning, dragged me from the deepest sleep I’d ever had in my life. Blindly, I felt around and finally managed to lift the receiver. “It’s your ten o’clock wake up!”

  I slammed the receiver down. I’d felt absurd leaving the message at the desk. I knew very well I’d be up long before that time, but had thought it would be better to be safe than sorry and ordered it more as a reminder—just in case my watch stopped.

  My legs almost gave out on me as
I leapt from the bed. I fell back, disoriented, wondering for several moments why I felt as if I’d been drugged, or beaten up, or both. Every muscle in my body screamed from unaccustomed usage.

  It flooded back, then, all of it. I lay still for several moments, in a dreamy kind of haze.

  Here I was, looking hard at my twenty seventh birthday—nearly thirty years old and right up until the night before I’d had no clue that I could enjoy sex. I realized I had never before experienced a ‘real’ climax, not when compared with what I’d had the night before.

  Despite my soreness, I was smiling as I struggled from the bed and went to prepare for my appointment. I was still smiling when I greeted my prospective buyers, grinning like the world belonged to me as I showed them around and pointed out all the features.

  I smiled as they expressed their doubts, pointed out more unique features of the property and explained that the price was non-negotiable.

  They bought it.

  We signed the papers on the spot and I returned home, still flying high, flying higher with my very first sale.

  My room mate took one look at my face and grinned. “You landed the sale.”

  I nodded. “Didn’t even have to lower the price!”

  “I knew you could do it!”

  I grinned. “I’m not so sure I’d have been able to if not for your friends.”

  She pretended she had no idea of what I was referring to. “The card,” I prodded. “I had no idea what you meant when you said I might have to pay a ‘fine’.”

  She sat down, eyed me warily for several moments. “I phoned the chief, told him to keep an eye out for my car--I thought you might be mad.”

  I thought about it a moment and finally shrugged. “If you’d suggested it before hand, I might have been. Now.... ” I shrugged. “I’d never have experienced it if I’d had a choice. I’m glad I didn’t.”

  She gave me a curious look. “I gave you the safety word. The chief said you never uttered it.”

  I blinked at her, confused. “Safe word?”

  “Stop. Remember? I told you if you were uncomfortable with anything all you had to do was say stop.”

  I stared at her for several moments while that sank in and started laughing. “That’s what you meant?”

  She watched me for several moments, as if she suspected hysteria and finally chuckled. “I’ll admit I was a little stunned when they told me you went on for hours, never uttering a peep. I’d no idea….”

  I shook my head. “It never even occurred to me to ask them to stop. Even if I’d known that was my safety word, I probably wouldn’t have said it. I was having way too much fun.”

  She studied her hands a moment. “It’s an exclusive group. Members agree never to have sex with anyone outside the group. We have checkups regularly to make sure everyone is free of disease—that way we can enjoy ourselves without fear. Anyone caught breaking the rule is excluded thereafter. I vouched for you. It’s the only way you were allowed to participate.”

  I felt my heart plummet. “Does that mean I can’t be a member?”

  “Do you want to?”

  I was taken aback. Did I? I’d never experienced anything like it before. It had been wonderful, but did I really want to do it again? I frowned. “It made me feel … powerful. I know that sounds strange, after … well I suppose that was what people call being a submissive?”

  My friend smiled. “You weren’t playing submissive. You are. The strange thing about it is that people who have to be aggressive in their work find they need some down time, need to be submissive to renew them. Maybe once was enough. Maybe you don’t really need it.”

  I thought about it for several moments. “I think I do,” I said finally.

  My friend grinned. “In that case, just let me know the next time you’re in need of some serious … uh … Rehabilitation.”

  The End