This is another installment in the ongoing saga of a couple who met in the original story, "Fourteen Days on the Mountain". In this story, the third since the original, Mike, now 29, and Tiffany, a 20 year-old blonde, have a wild time visiting their friends, Paul and Kelly, in Chicago. For a more in-depth and intimate knowledge of the characters and chronology, read the aforementioned original story, followed by "The Move" and then "Santa Monica Swing".
Before you read this story, be advised that it is adult oriented and contains very graphic depictions of a sexual nature. It is not intended for, nor should it be read under any circumstances, by persons who are not at least eighteen(18) years of age.
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~~Odysseyker
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About five months had passed since Tiffany's birthday, and we'd settled into a very comfortable cohabitation. Almost too comfortable it seemed. Tiffany and I had opened our bed to a number of partners in that time, and we shared our passion with Cheryl, Tiffany's step-mom, frequently. But I sensed that something was not quite right with my little blonde sweetheart.
I discussed the issue with Cheryl, to see if Tiffany had confided any problems to her. She told me her daughter hadn't, but she had noticed that something was a little off with Tiff. We talked about what could possibly be wrong, and I finally came to the conclusion that our routine had become just that, routine. Tiffany had a lust for life and excitement, and while our lovemaking was hot, and as good as ever, we hadn't done anything lately to shake things up.
The one-year anniversary of our first meeting was approaching, so I decided that would be a good time to try and provide a little spice for Tiffany's enjoyment. We had remained in contact with Paul and Kelly, the married couple we'd met on our mountain vacation. Through the e-mails that we received, I was aware that Kelly had become quite the submissive little slut. This was a role that Tiffany and I had helped initiate her into, on that same vacation.
Remembering the gleam in Tiffany's eyes after she belted Kelly a couple of times with a riding crop, I knew that she would enjoy the opportunity to really dominate the woman. There was a good probability that I could have arranged something similar right there in Santa Monica, but I decided the change of scenery might be nice. And besides, I guessed that Paul and Kelly would be happy to see us again; They had invited me to come to Chicago, after all.
I phoned Paul and explained the situation to him, and he said that they would be thrilled to have us come and spend the weekend with them. He assured me that he would have something special set up, and that he was certain Kelly would love having Tiffany dominate her. We made all the necessary arrangements and said our 'goodbyes'. By the time I hung up the phone, my dick was about half hard from my thoughts of how the weekend might play out.
Tiffany's eyes lit up when I informed her that we were going to visit Paul and Kelly to celebrate the anniversary of our meeting. She was a little disheartened when she found out that Cheryl wouldn't be accompanying us, but was fine after her mom let her know that she already had other plans.
Friday came and we set off for the airport, and Chicago. Paul was waiting to pick us up at O'Hare, and Tiffany greeted him with a hug and kiss. "Where's Kelly?" the twenty-year-old nymph asked.
"She's still at work," Paul replied, "She should be home by the time we get there."
On the ride to their suburban home, Paul told us that he had made reservations for us to go out to dinner, and then to see a show. It sounded pretty tame, and I could tell that Tiffany had hoped for something a little more exciting. I suspected that Paul had more in store for us than he was letting on, though. He went on to say that he and Kelly had seen this particular show before, and was sure that we'd enjoy it.
When we arrived at their house, Paul informed us that Kelly was indeed home, motioning toward another car in the driveway. Upon entering, Paul called out her name, with no response. "She must be taking a shower," he mused. And, as we quickly found out, that was the case.
I had no more than set our suitcase down when the bathroom door opened and out came a nude Kelly, toweling her hair. "Oh hell!" she yelped in surprise. "I didn't think you guys would be back so soon," she stammered, obviously a little embarrassed, but not enough to cause her to cover up. She simply hugged each of us, lingering a bit longer with Tiffany than she did with me.
We quickly dispensed with the usual "good to see you" pleasantries. And while we did, I took note of the fact that Kelly's previously unshaven bush was now trimmed into a neat, but still thick, triangle. She also sported a pair of silver studs, one through each nipple, shining brightly against the dark skin of her areolas. Her plumpish figure was the same as it had been a year ago, and there were a few light bruises that marked her body, in areas indicating they were the result of some rough sexual play.
"Why don't you show them to their room, and I'll go get dressed," Kelly suggested to Paul, then she scurried off. Paul escorted us to the guest bedroom, at the opposite end of the house. He told us that we had about half an hour before we needed to leave for dinner, and that we should dress 'nice, but casual'. Tiffany and I quickly unpacked and freshened up in our private bathroom, then changed for dinner. Just as I was slipping my shoes on, Paul knocked on the door to see if we were ready.
Dinner was nice and we enjoyed catching up on what had transpired in each other's lives over the past year. But, by the time we'd finished eating, I could tell that Tiffany was getting a bit restless. I hoped that whatever this 'show' was that Paul had booked us for would be captivating enough to keep her mind occupied. I don't think she was really in tune with the fact that Kelly had become so submissive, or that my whole plan was to let her play the dominatrix. But even so, I knew Tiff was ready for a good romp.
Paul asked the waiter for the check and told us, "We better get going or we'll miss the start of the show." When the check came, I offered to pay for all of our meals, but Paul wouldn't have it. "No way! You're our guests this weekend," he admonished. "We intend to take good care of you while you're here," he said, giving me a wink.
The next half hour was spent driving through what looked to be some of the darker parts of Chicago. I had been there a few times on business, and didn't remember any theaters being in this part of town. Eventually, we exited the rough-looking city streets and, after driving a few minutes through what appeared to be a more residential area, turned into a gated facility that resembled some sort of country club.
Paul entered a number on a keypad and the gates began to swing open. He drove down a long drive, where a valet was waiting to take the auto. Again, Paul had to enter a number on a keypad to gain entrance to the building, and by now I had a twinge of excitement in my stomach. I had to wonder exactly what kind of a show would be on display in a place with so much security. I guessed that it was some sort of a swinger's club.
Once inside, I was almost surprised that we didn't find the place littered with naked bodies engaged in steamy sex. What we walked into was a beautifully decorated lobby that would rival even the nicest of hotels. Paul sauntered over to a man dressed in a tuxedo, who, in turn, then directed another man to usher us to our seats.
We were shown into a semi-private booth which had a back and two side walls. The front was completely open and looked out to a stage shielded by large black curtains. As I looked around the theater, this seemed to be the way all of the seating was arranged. I quickly surmised that this was to allow the patrons to enjoy each other while they enjoyed the show.
Inside the booth we found a single overstuffed couch that was plenty large enough to accommodate the four of us. I sat down, with Tiffany dropping beside me, and then Paul took a seat on the far end. Kelly, however, kneeled and then came to rest with her back against the couch and half-leaning on Paul's leg.
Tiffany gave me a questioning look and I shrugged my shoulders, although by now I had guessed that this was not just a swinger's club, but something a little darker. "Aren't you going to sit up here?" the naive girl questioned.
Paul cleared his throat and then flatly stated, "Submissives aren't allowed to sit on the furniture; Only doms and their guests."
Again Tiffany gave me a look and then it suddenly dawned on her what was taking place. "You mean this is an S&M club?" she questioned Paul, the surprise evident in her voice.
He nodded his head, chuckling a bit, then said, "Probably the nicest one in Chicago. We are very fortunate to have been asked to be members."
Paul went on, laying out the 'basics' for us concerning the rules and operation of the club. He told us that there was a show, like the one we were about to see, each Friday evening. Also, there were private 'play rooms' that members could use, as well as a large communal area where mingling, and open, spontaneous displays took place. "We can look around a bit after the show, if you want," he said as the entire theater began to grow dark.
A few seconds after the place went pitch black, bright lights lit up the stage. The curtains parted and two men, dressed in black leather pants and hoods, escorted a naked young woman onto the stage. They walked her to a large wooden frame that looked like a huge letter 'X' and secured her to it with chains. Her back was facing the audience and each of her hands and feet were attached to the opposite corners of the frame.
Tiffany wiggled a bit closer to me and put her hand on my leg, just above the knee. I could tell that she was a little tense, so I put my arm around her and quietly asked if she was all right. She just nodded her head silently, never taking her eyes off the stage. I had heard about places like this, but never dreamed that I'd find myself in one of them. I was fairly certain, though, that by the end of the evening I'd have a pretty good idea of how deep Tiffany's dominating tendencies were.
My only hope was that Tiffany wasn't going to get any bright ideas about trying to dominate me. I certainly wasn't a submissive, and I knew it could be considerably awkward and straining on our relationship if she tried. On the other hand, I also knew that we could have some wild times together if we could find someone willing to submit to both of us. Of course, there was always the possibility that she would be totally turned off by the whole thing, but I didn't think so.
Paul leaned over and whispered, "This show should be quite tame compared to some we've seen," just as a man appeared on the stage. He was dressed from head to toe in black, and wore a pair of dark sunglasses. He walked up to the woman on the frame, and you could tell that he was talking to her, but we couldn't hear anything he said. And, judging from what I'd seen of the layout earlier, I don't expect anyone else in the audience could have either.
