This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.
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Preface
Steve walked into the Cureo Club in Corpus Christi, Texas and tonight promised to be an incredible show. Steve was one of the top of Dom's at the club and the next morning he was leaving town for a job in California. Even though his day job was in engineering, Steve had trained as a Dominant after his divorce and was now one of the most requested Dom's for a session. He had a reputation as a top (Dominant) capable of pushing any bottom (Submissive), regardless of experience, into subspace. He was very strong and kept his passions in check as he stripped a Sub of all thought reducing her to base feelings and emotions.
For his going away party five bottoms had been chosen by lottery and bound on the main stage. Each was bound differently, with one in stocks, two were in various forms of suspension, one was bound to a whipping post and the last was bound to a St. Andrew's cross. The objective was to take each bottom to that special Nirvana that only someone in subspace can achieve. Before he began, Steve made sure that each Sub had someone that could provide them aftercare. Since he would be busy with the next bottom, someone else would have to provide the very critical aftercare.
Steve began with a very svelte strawberry blonde named Susan, bound in stocks. He had cat nails on the fingers of his right hand and fingertip vibrators on the fingers of his left hand. The cat nails wrapped around her breast scratching her tender breast flesh and gently scraping her swollen nipples. The fingertip vibrators wandered over her erogenous zones, ending up teasing her inflamed nipples and engorged clit.
Susan was gasping and writhing with the harsh cat nails scraping her sensitive form and leaving red scratch marks on her flesh. At the same time she was moaning, with the vibrators creating an erotic torment in her sexual core. Parts of Susan's body recoiled from the unforgiving pain, while other parts of her form arched into her blissful sensual enchantment. She was buffeted from pain to pleasure sensitizing her skin and making every touch a sensual explosion.
Steve took off the cat nails and used his hands, floggers and riding crops to keep stimulating her and using vibrators still on his fingers to drive away the pain. Her white alabaster skin became crisscrossed with red stripes until all of her skin was glowing red. At this point she had the shallow breathing and a thousand yard stare of someone in subspace.
Susan was shaking like she had been left naked in a snowdrift, but she wasn't cold, she was teetering on the edge of a bliss she never dreamed of. Her mind had shut down and all she could do was feel. Her skin glowed with desperate craving, demanding more and hoping to reach the nirvana just out of reach. Her moans were more like pleas fraught with frantic need.
Steve saw her anguished stare and decided that it was time to give her what she craved. He ended the session using his fingertip vibrators to pinch and caress her clit, giving her three massive gut twisting cums. Her first cum was announced with a banshee like scream, but every other cum was announced with breathless screams. Her body was racked with spasms of erotic exultation and the kind of bliss she had never known. On the last orgasm her legs couldn't hold her anymore and she sagged against the stocks. With her neck caught in the stocks she couldn't breathe and Steve had to act quickly to get her out of the stocks. When she was free of her bounds, he turned her over to the person responsible for her aftercare.
When he was sure she was okay he moved to an overweight, but still sexy brunette suspended on her tiptoes. She had watched the previous session and was already so aroused that it didn't take much to push her into subspace. Only when she was hanging limp and exhausted from multiple orgasms did he turn her over to the person responsible for her aftercare.
The rest of the night went much the same way. Each bottom had seen what came before and each had vicariously lived through the whipsaw of pain, pleasure and orgasms. By the time Steve reached them, most were already verging on subspace just from watching the previous sessions. Nonetheless he pushed them through to the end of their session.
As Steve checked on all the girls he dreamt that someday he might have a Sub of his own. His ex-wife was a conceited princess and never thought about anything except herself. All of these Subs had given themselves to him selflessly, knowing that you receive more than give. He really wanted to find someone that could love and give as much as he was willing to do.
When every session was over Steve checked on each sub's aftercare and only when he was satisfied did he adjourn to his going away party. All of his Dom and Sub friends were wild about the sessions and toasted his control. The party lasted until the wee hours of the morning before he left to catch a few hours of sleep and finish packing.
Chapter 1
The Buffalo Bend Saloon, otherwise known by the locals as "The Bend," was packed with the usual crowd blowing off steam. They were celebrating the end of another week; it was another Friday night in Alpine, Texas.
As usual, April Hunt was holding court and spending her time with her friends on a Friday night at "The Bend." Most of the night consisted of drinking, lots of talking, gossiping, dancing and some food. The crowd was rowdy, the local band played the music loud, but almost everyone came to the Saloon to socialize. It was a great place to mingle and get together. After all, none of the drink was watered down, food was good pub grub, and the music was loud in the background, until someone wanted to dance.
April was the most beautiful women in the room and was always the center of attention. Tonight she was wearing a skin tight, vibrant, almost electric blue mini dress that set off her blue eyes, brunette hair and fabulous figure. Her pale blue eyes and wavy brown hair gave her a sultry exotic look that captured every male's attention. The dress wrapped around and decorated her flawless figure, capturing every eye in the bar. She was, as usual, the center of attention. That her father owned a large chunk of the town, the largest ranch in West Texas, the wind farm on Edwards plateau and many other businesses also helped her popularity.
April had it all. She was the high school homecoming queen two years in a row and the Sul Ross University homecoming queen as well. She was the head of the Sul Ross Lobo's cheerleading squad, on the track team, swim team and was set to graduate magna cum laude in pre-Med next month. Despite all this she only had a couple of close friends and no real steady boyfriend. She was very careful about whom she let get close to her.
In addition, April had been a very popular teen and adult model. She had modeled all over the world, but always came back home. She didn't need the money, she did it because she loved being pampered and spoiled, plus it fed her exhibitionist side. She loved having every eye in the room focused on her, and when her swimsuit and lingerie shoots came out the guys in Alpine went crazy. While her beauty was legendary, her brilliant mind, philanthropic and charity work were only known by a few.
It was her intimidating beauty and wealth that kept the men away. It was the same reason she was alone tonight. Her rich and powerful father, combined with her devastating beauty intimidated most suitors. It seemed most good men never came near her, only the bad boys. She had become good at spotting what the bad boys wanted. Her friends really enjoyed watching her destroy would be suitors. Most of her local friends didn't even know how to play the kind of games that she did.
April had seen her share of grifters and gigolos trying to get to her father through her or just trying to put another beauty queen notch on their belt. She loved being the center of attention, was kind to everyone she met and loved to help people when she could. All of these wonderful traits left her vulnerable to people trying to run scams on her or trying to steal their share of the family fortune. So despite her innocent beauty, her radar was well honed leaving her street smart and wary of anyone she didn't know.
April's group was off to the left side of the stage with lots of hangers on, wandering in and out of April's aura hoping to connect or at least be noticed. The rest of the Saloon was similarly divided into knots of like-minded people and all seemed to be having a great time. After all, it was a Friday night in Alpine, Texas.
However, there was a lone man sitting at the bar close to the door. He was well dressed in a black button down shirt, blue jeans, ostrich Lucchese boots and a black Stetson. He had a beer in front of him, but it didn't look as if he had touched it. To the casual observer he seemed lost in thought or pondering his next apology to his girlfriend.
To the trained observer the only thing that seemed to interest him was April and she was never out of his sight. All of his movements were covert, never drawing attention to the object of his surveillance. He would occasionally talk to other people at the bar, but his eyes always wandered back towards April's area of the bar.
As the night wore on the man's beer just got warm, while April was having a great time with her movements watched by the man at the bar. When April went out to the dance floor the man in the black shirt turned to keep her in his vision. Likewise, when she went to the restroom, he would walk over to the back side of the saloon to keep an eye on the restroom doors.
