This story includes descriptions of master/slave play, bondage and spanking. That being said, the participants are rank beginners and true BDSM fans will probably find their play to be laughable.
Part 9: Erotic Couplings
Chapter 24: Erotic Couplings- Weekend with Clarice - Ian's Day As A Slave
Back at school, the end of the semester was becoming a grind. I got to see Clarice and Patty for lunch or dinner most days, but we couldn't manage any alone time.
I was working out with Keith and Lee one morning and I mentioned my problem. Keith slapped me on the back and asked, "Are you going to be around this weekend?"
"Sure, I don't work until next weekend. Why?"
"I may be able to help you with your problem. How'd you like to house sit this weekend?"
"House sit? Sure! What's up?"
"Lee and I scored some cheap packages for a weekend in Vegas. We're flying out with the Anita and Carla Friday afternoon and coming back on the redeye Sunday night. If you want to stay at my house while we're gone, I'll tell Anita and she'll get everything ready."
"That'd be great! Thanks Keith! Clarice will love a chance to get away together."
"Stop by before one on Friday. Anita will give you the keys and show you around."
On Friday I skipped lunch and drove over the Keith's house. Anita was there waiting. I said, "Thank you so much for this. Clarice will be so surprised and happy."
As Anita led me into the house and started showing me around, she said it was nothing and that they were glad to do it.
The house was a two-story colonial in an older part of town, but she and Keith had renovated it from top to bottom. They'd restored all the old woodwork and hardwood floors, but everything else was state of the art.
The kitchen was cozy with a breakfast nook in one corner and comfortable stools around a cooking island that divided the room. Anita showed me the wine rack and the wine fridge and pointed out a few bottles she thought Clarice and I might enjoy. She also showed me that she had laid in food for us, including steaks, strawberries, and whipped cream. "Just don't get the whipped cream on the sheets," she warned.
Next Anita showed me the family room in the basement. The sectional sofa was huge, with plenty of room for me to stretch out my legs. She showed me their movie collection, including several chick flicks she recommended. She also told me how to access their adult movie subscriptions.
The last thing she showed me was the master bedroom. She told me they wanted us to sleep there because we'd be more comfortable. The room wasn't that big, and a four-poster king sized bed took up most of the space. I noticed that she'd made it up with incredibly soft sheets and a down comforter that you could get lost in.
Anita showed me the controls for the lights and how to dim them, and she showed me the hidden TV. She also showed me their toy drawers which were in a big storage unit under the bed.
Anita pulled open one of the drawers to show me what kinds of things they had. She said Clarice and I could explore all four drawers and try out anything we found interesting. The first drawer she pulled out contained an assortment of dildos, vibrators, butt plugs and the like. She also showed me the assortment of lubes and massage oils that they kept in the nightstand. There was even a drawer with bondage and S&M gear.
The adjoining bath was also modest sized, as you'd expect in a house of that vintage, but they had managed to fit a two-person soaker tub into it. I noticed that Anita had put candles around the tub, and she pointed out several bottles of scented bath oils and jars of bath salts.
The last thing Anita said to me was, "If I don't find cum stains all over the house, I'll be disappointed. That girl had better be bowlegged and worn out when you take her back to school."
I kissed Anita on the cheek and thanked her again as I took the key and left to finish my classes. As I walked to class, I sent Clarice a text saying, "Pack a bag for two nights. I'll pick you up after class." Clarice sent some questions back, but I ignored her.
After my last class, I packed a bag and picked up Clarice at her dorm. I deflected all her questions until we pulled up in front of the house, then I explained about Keith and Anita letting us use their place for the weekend. We let ourselves in and I put our bags in the bedroom, then I showed her around the house.
As I finished the tour in the family room, she jumped into my arms and knocked me onto the sofa. Between kisses, she breathlessly told me what a wonderful surprise it was and what a great boyfriend I am.
We laid there kissing for some time. Clarice was on top of me with her feet hooked around my legs. I could feel her breasts squeezed against my chest and the heat of her pussy against my stomach. She would occasionally break our kiss to sit up and grind her crotch against my hard cock still trapped in my jeans.
As Clarice finished grinding against me and settled back down onto my chest, I tried to slip my hand up the back of her shirt and undo her bra. She stopped me saying, "Plenty of time for that later. Now we should make some dinner before we completely lose track of time."
We went up to the kitchen and found a tray of sushi, a tray of fruit slices with some dips, and a fondue pot with a note that said, "Feed each other. Have fun. Anita." The note also suggested a wine to go with it.
Clarice said, "Follow me."
She led me to the bedroom and dug through my bag until she found a pair of blue silk boxers that she had bought for me and a cutoff T-shirt that she liked. Then she put on a silver-colored satin sleep set with a camisole top and matching shorts. I tried to grab her as she stripped, but she slapped my hand and made a tut-tut sound. We dressed and went back to the kitchen.
Clarice recognized all the fruits and dips. She warmed up a couple of them and figured out how to heat up the fondue. I opened the wine and found some glasses. We put everything on a big serving tray and carried it down to the family room.
We sat on the sofa and fed each other. I made sure that anything I fed Clarice was dripping with sauce so that she had a hard time eating without having it drip on her. She was mostly successful in avoiding a mess, but I did have to lick several drips off her chin, and two or three drips made it to her breasts.
When we had eaten our fill, I took Clarice in my arms and we laid there kissing. Clarice let me run my hands over her body, but she still kept me away from any erogenous zones. That didn't stop me from having a raging hard-on and a huge wet spot in the front of my boxers. As I ran my hand up the inside of Clarice's thigh, I could feel a fiery heat coming from her pussy; and where my thumb brushed the fabric of her pajama bottoms, I could feel that they were wet too.
I finally said, "You're driving me crazy. I'm going to rape you in about two minutes."
Clarice just said, "In that case, I think it's time we watch a movie."
As Clarice reached for the remote control, she saw a flash drive with a little sticky note attached to it. Both of our names were written on it in what looked like a woman's handwriting above a note that said, "Watch this."
Clarice gave me a questioning look. I just shrugged and said, "Let's see what it is." It looked like Anita had gone out of her way to make sure we'd have a great weekend, so I figured I'd trust her on this.
Clarice found the right slot on the TV, popped in the drive and plopped down next to me on the sofa. She navigated through the menu to find the USB drive. There was only one file, so she selected it and hit play. Right away we could see it was a homemade video. As the screen cleared, we could see Keith and Anita's bedroom. Anita was sitting on the bed, naked.
A minute later, Keith entered the picture carrying what looked like mountain climbing gear. He dropped it on the bed, taking a carabineer from the pile. He reached up under the decorative canopy around the top of one of the bed posts at the foot of the bed and hooked it onto something up there. He quickly hooked another carabineer to the top of the post on the opposite side, then attached two more to the back of the headboard at about mattress level.
Next, he took four padded cuffs from the pile and buckled them around Anita's ankles and wrists. He also put a ball gag in her mouth.
Keith wound a rope around Anita, wrapping her tits in an intricate figure-eight pattern. It didn't look like he wound it very tight, but her tits were definitely being squeezed when he was done. He made her lay on her back, and then he wrapped the rope under the bed a couple of times before tying the ends together. Next, he attached ropes to the cuffs on her ankles and suspended Anita from the carabineers at the top of the posts so she was spread-eagled with her feet high in the air. Lastly, he attached ropes from the cuffs on her wrists to the carabineers at the head of the bed. When he finished, her shoulders were resting on the bed while her ass was hanging in the air.
Once Anita was securely fastened, Keith took two wicked looking nipple clamps and attached them to Anita's nipples. I noticed that they were already hard, flushed points, so he was able to clip attach the clips without any preliminaries. Next, he picked up something from the bed and reached up to the canopy. I saw that it was a string with a clip on one end that he attached to a nipple clip and a weight on the opposite end. He repeated the process on the other side and then he started adding weights. Anita's nipples stretched into impossible cones before she threw back her head and let out a groan.
Finally, he picked up a Hitachi wand vibrator and spent some time securing it so that it was centered over Anita's clit and couldn't move from side to side. Once he was satisfied with the position of the vibrator, he plugged it in and turned it on, then moved out of the video frame. We heard a door close, so we assumed he left the room.
We watched for about five minutes until Anita showed unmistakable signs of an impending orgasm. As her breathing became faster and her body tensed, Clarice and I both found ourselves mimicking her reaction. When she gasped and moaned around the ball gag, we both shuddered.
As Anita's orgasm continued, she began crying and moaning. We realized that her clit was in a hypersensitive state, and the vibrator was causing her pain. After a few seconds, we saw her clench her stomach muscles and the vibrator slid down her body and away from her clit. The way Keith had secured the vibrator allowed it to move up and down her body.
