The Proposition
Time, as it nearly always does, had passed by much too quickly. Kate had been welcomed by many of our new French friends and was dating regularly. She, Jen and I had just celebrated her 25th birthday at a lovely 3-star restaurant in the 8th arrondissement of Paris. She had not found anyone special yet, however we knew that it would not be long before she found her "Jules" and Jen and I both knew that we were experiencing our last moments of total intimacy with Kate. She continued to recount to us the details of all but her most intimate sexual encounters. She was still as much in love with us as we were with her and we both continued to enjoy her sexually.
"So what can we give Kate as something to remember us by?" I asked Jen as Kate was settling into a chair in front of us.
"What haven't we tried yet?" Jen laughed.
I handed Kate a glass of cold champagne and then poured one for Jen and myself.
We toasted our present love for each other and to Kate's future loves.
"Well, what do you think she should learn next?" Jen returned.
"Maybe we should ask Kate what kinds on sexual encounters she would like to explore further with us", I said turning to Kate.
"Well, let me think". "I have been having lots of hot fantasies about sadomasochism since that time at the club," Kate said.
We had taken Kate with us to an exclusive and rather secretive club we had found through our friends Marc and Sophie with whom we shared a mutual interest in dominance and submission. Sophie was as much a submissive as she was bisexual, as were both Kate and Jen.
That evening we had attached a silver chain to a black leather collar she was wearing, with nothing else. We had invited everyone who spoke with us to touch her and speak to her in any way that pleased them.
Most commented on her beauty and often to the attractiveness of her hairless pussy and or her lovely legs and ass. Her nipples were pinched and the occasional lewd suggestion or desire was whispered in her ear.
As the evening progressed, the S/M scenes began to be enacted. I found a vacant St. Andrew's cross and cuffed Kate's wrists and ankles to it to whip her. While the crowed began to gather to observe her punishment I selected the proper instrument to meet it out from a long rack of whips, paddles, and floggers on the wall behind the cross. I selected a black leather "cat" with tresses that were supple enough to sting some but would not cut her severely.
I pressed the cat-o-nine-tails to her lips to let her feel its texture as well as to invite her to kiss it, which would signal her submission to the flogging. She turned her head and licked the tresses that I offered to her before kissing them, a sign which Jen and I had used with Kate that she neither wanted nor needed any form of warm up to her flogging.
The small crowd of onlookers gasped at the intensity of her first lash. Kate could not help from crying out as the cat-of-nine-tails found its mark again and again. I continued to flog her until 39 firm lashes had crossed her ass, thighs, and back.
When I had finished, Kate was panting and sobbing in both from exhaustion and from intense sexual excitement. Her engorged cunt was dripping wet and her creamy white skin was glowed a brilliant red with several long white welts beginning to form across her back.
One of the spectators, a handsome leather-clad Dominant who appeared to be in his early sixties passed me his card. He introduced himself as Jean-Pierre and told me that he was enchanted and impressed with my submissive. We continued our discussion and he offered to provide her with further training at his chateau if we and she would be interested. The address of the chateau was in a lovely region of the west of France.
He told us that he had acquired a modest 16th century chateau in that he had converted for use as a training facility for the arts of bondage, discipline, and sadomasochism. He said that he thought that Kate was ready and that he would be pleased to enroll her in the program if it would please her master and mistress.
We thanked him for his proposition and told him that we would consider it carefully and contact him when we would have decided to pursue her education further.
He then introduced to us his charge for the evening, a slender young woman with auburn hair and emerald eyes who was called Alicia. She was also being led completely naked by a thin chain that was attached to leather cuffs that held her hands together behind her lower back, just below the ends of her lovely long hair.
Jean-Pierre asked us if Alicia could take Kate down from the St. Andrew's cross. We agreed that she could and added that if would please us if she would also bring Kate to orgasm. Jean-Pierre consented and released Alicia's cuffs.
She walked over to Kate, who had finished sobbing and caressed Kate's back with her small soft breasts to soothe the welts from her whipping. Then she kissed Kate and whispered something to her. Kate smiled and nodded in agreement.
Alicia gently uncuffed Kate's hands and I removed her ball-gag and hood. Then I bound Kate and Alicia together with a piece of chain about a meter long attached to two ankle cuffs. They held hands and Jean-Pierre and Jen then led them to a coin calin a small private room with a red leather covered mattress on the floor.
"Alicia, fuck Kate until she comes," Jean-Pierre ordered. "Oui maître," she responded.
Jen and I watched as the two lovely bi-submissives lay down together on the mattress and Alicia kissed Kate's mouth softly and sensually. When we saw Kate responding to Alicia's kisses we closed the door so that we could continue our discussion with Jean-Pierre. We sat down at a small table and ordered a bottle of champagne. A few minutes later we heard Kate's orgasmic cries signaling that Alicia's practiced fingers, lips and tongue had completed their task.
The Flight to the Chateau
The day Kate was to arrive at the chateau for her training was a bright sunny day in Lyons. The meteo or weather report, as much as it could be trusting in that part of France, called for much of the same all week. Since the trip by car would have been over five hours we decided to rent a small airplane and fly there. I had finished the additional pilot training and examinations necessary to convert my US pilot's license to a French one and we had taken several trips by air to the south of France for weekend getaways and to meet with various swinger friends we had met over the internet.
We packed the night before so that we could arrive early the Saturday morning to check over the aircraft and file the necessary paperwork to keep the plane over the weekend. The gleaming red and white single engine airplane was waiting for us when we arrived. I was equipped with GPS navigation system so that we could fly directly to a small airport close to the chateau. I calculated that the fight would take about two and a half hours.
Kate and Jen climbed in the back seats to be together and I strapped in a case of Cote Rôtie, a wonderful wine from our region that we were bringing as a gift for Jean-Pierre in the right front seat. Jen usually fly next to me as a copilot, helping with navigation and communications, but that day she wanted to sit next to Kate, which I had imagined would involve some airborne lovemaking. Kate was very excited and more than a little nervous about her training at the Chateau and Jen calmed and reassured her while I prepared the plane for take-off. I pulled the mixture control to idle-cutoff, as is the procedure for fuel injected engines, and engaged the starter. After a few turns of the propeller the 180 horsepower engine sprang to life and smoothed to a purr as I pushed the mixture control to rich.
I radioed ground control and we taxied to runway 34 for departure and then tuned to the tower frequency and advised them our intended departure direction. The tower cleared us for takeoff and I advance the throttle to full power and the 180 horses pulled us up into the clear blue sky of the Rhone valley. After hand-off to departure control I turned to our heading towards or destination. The GPS showed an estimated time in route of 2 hours and 37 minutes as we settled in at our cruising altitude.
