Chapter 3
We order Thai. I go to the bedroom and put on sweatpants, to answer the door; while there, I open my 'sexessories drawer,' tossing padded cuffs, a blindfold, a bundle of soft cotton rope, a paddle, slide and alligator nipple pinchers, and a riding crop onto the bed. After I pee, I take 2 large bath towels and throw them on the bed.
I take a toke as I pass through to the kitchen to get a bottle of white wine and glasses. The doorbell rings as I return.
"You wanna answer the door nude? A little exhibitionism to arouse you again?"
"Arouse me;" She exclaims loudly.
"My gawd, you've already made me hornier than I envision empirical."
It's a young guy, at the door that's holding the bag of food, likely a kid from the college, I ask him.
"Step in, I'll fetch my wallet."
I intentionally left on the coffee table. As I turn back, I see his eyes riveted on Francine's nude body resting on the sofa. Francine stands and nonchalantly strolls into the kitchen, giving the young fellow a freebie nude show.
I set the food on the coffee table, Francine returns.
"Damn that was exciting, a total turn-on, thank you for instigating my exhibitionism. I like it a lot."
"Do you think he'll make it back to the restaurant? Or is he sitting in his car, already masturbating to your sexy image." I tap her bottom.
Our meal conversation consists of her vexation with males, inducing her predilection to women. Prompting my discourse of annoyance with women stalking me, post coital encounters, after acknowledging I'm noncommittal.
"I assuredly sympathize with anyone you copulate with; I assure you I too shall battle concupiscence."
After replenishing sustenance.
"You ready for me to give you a good hard fucking?"
"Oh, gawd yes." She peers at me with puppy dog eyes.
"Bedroom, now." With an authoritative, louder voice.
Francine gives me a bit of a startled, concerned, puzzled look; I raise my arm, pointing; she recognizes my implication and moves quickly. I slap her butt as she passes. When she sees the items scattered on the bed, she turns to me, with a naughty grin, a mischievous glint in her eye, she says.
"No pain, not too rough?"
"Trust me, I'll pleasure you, if you want to stop, the safe word is 'rhinoceros' say that one word and I'll stop instantly."
"Ok, I trust you." She holds her arms out by her sides her palms open facing me, a submissive pose.
I move to her, I squeeze a nipple, twisting harshly, I grab her pubes, and tug; she winces, her eyes widen, an uncomfortable fear takes over her facial expression.
I pick up the large flat wooden paddle, I tap it against my palm in front of her, she bites her lower lip. I wipe it across her cheek, drag it from her neck slowly down her back over her round buttocks. Whack, whack, once firmly on each cheek, she jerks as it contacts, whack, whack, a little harder. I circle her, touch the paddle to the crease between her buttocks, her muscles tense. Smack, smack, brisk hits, her bum cheeks squish.
I touch the outer edge to her twat, rubbing it gingerly back and forth against her wavy labia lips. Her feet part, a moan emits, her hips roll, appreciating the tender touch.
I position a blindfold, assuring it's in place.
"Not being able to see increases your other senses and stimulates some sensuous anxiety; you'll enjoy the sensation of wondering what's next."
Whack, whack, she barely flinches, whack, whack, harder, still no reaction, her bum is cherry red' I'm impressed.
"Very well, we have a real trooper here, someone who enjoys the pleasure of pain;"
I trade for the crop. Run it across, and over most of her body so she feels the item, identifies what it is. I touch the underside of her tit, then smite that spot; touch the underside of her other breast, then strike that spot. Once on top of each, again on the inner and outsides. I trail down to her vulva, tap it lightly twice then strike it, she flinches. I continue this, touch, strike on various spots randomly on her body.
"Very good, you're doing well. Should I go on?"
"Hell ya. I'm lovin' it." Was her invigorating reply.
I tap her crotch gap from underneath, then swat her, she shivers and barely audible, moans. I slap my palm with the crop, near her nose. I touch her ear, and stop on her cheek, slap, just enough to surprise her rather than hurt. I move to stand beside her, I run the edge of the crop from her ear, down her neck around her underarm to her hanging breast. I wiggle the edge across her nipple, teasing it as if the crop were a tongue or fingertip, she squirms, I hit across the nipple, barely catching the tip, quite hard, she jolts, and a slight whimper. I repeat a few times across both hard, erect nipples, I flail her with various random tit hits, followed with several on her torso, and rear.
Changing pace, I work it between her labia, wiggling it in between the soft fleshy flaps, then twist it back and forth, she curls her hips, responding to the pleasurable touch.
