New Partners, Experiences, Experimentation and Martha's Magical Mystery Tour
Following my Birthday party (Ch 3), Diana moved into my apartment, and she arranged another couple of similar events. Participants always included Alice, her best friend; Sonya, her friend from work; Joan, her ex-landlady and our neighbours, Rodney and Allan. They in turn invited a few of their friends. I would welcome them at the door, naked, serve drinks, join them for conversation and food at my table, clear away the dishes, and serve coffee and liqueur in the lounge room after eating. It was all very normal, apart from my nudity.
Each time I would wear my penis rings with lead, and my wrist, ankle and neck bands. Diana would play a few little games, quite innocuous really, when my cock might get some extra attention, or my bottom accommodating some mild flogging with one of her toys. Diana would have liked to be naked too, but resisted the desire in deference to the fact that these were my little episodes, and there should be no competition from her, only encouragement.
At other times, when in our apartment, we were almost always without clothes. The front door was always open, to allow a breeze, and Rod and Allan would let themselves in each morning we drove them with us to our office, dropping them on the way. Sometimes they were early enough for a cup of tea, before we dressed and left.
Diana began to encourage me to undertake little chores while undressed. I would take our garbage down to the bins in the morning. When we came home, I would undress before going downstairs to the foyer to fetch our mail. I might go back down to the car to fetch something. We would sit out on our little balcony on weekends, to have breakfast, or lunch, sometimes with a fully clothed Rod and Allan, and chat to any other neighbour who might be passing. These people were usually shocked to see one or both of us in the buff, but in time they got used to it, treating us as only a little eccentric.
We were to visit a new world with Martha. She was in her late thirties, and a senior partner in a firm specialising in insolvencies, bankruptcies and corporate reorganisations. She was tall, thin, and almost androgynous. She was always very smartly dressed, but rarely in a feminine way. Her face and hair were quite severe. Soon after my Birthday party, she invited us to her apartment for dinner one night during the week. The apartment was small but luxurious, overlooking the harbour in almost every direction. The furnishings were stark, spare and very expensive, and original oil paintings adorned the walls. The music was usually not loud, but mixing choral with orchestral – a Mahler Symphony or song cycle, some Shostakovich or Richard Strauss.
On our arrival we were introduced to two other guests, both men in their sixties or even seventies, who shared another apartment in her block. The meal was catered, with the chef serving the dishes from the kitchen, and a young girl serving the drinks. Conversation ranged from politics to religion, was animated but polite. After the meal, the caterers left and we moved to the lounge, taking in the view. The conversation turned to sex. The old guys had been gay lovers for over 30 years. Martha announced that she had tried both men and women, but had found little enjoyment with either, until she had discovered her interest in domination and discipline. She had not had normal sex for over 10 years. She described Diana to the men as an over-sexed exhibitionist, verging on nymphomania. Diana was a little embarrassed by this frank but accurate assessment. She then described me as an exhibitionist with as yet untapped potential for being dominated and disciplined.
With no further pleasantries, she suggested that I explore my subservient side by taking my clothes off, and going to the kitchen to make and serve coffee. It was almost by way of an order. I found myself complying without question. The kitchen was adorned with a very professional-looking espresso machine. I found the crockery and accessories already laid out. I could hear conversation from the next room, but not enough to make out what was being said. The noise of the coffee machine did not help.
I returned with a tray of five coffees, sugar cubes and cream. Diana was naked, standing between and close to the two older gentlemen, who studied her intently with eyes and hands. Martha explained that, although homosexual, the gentlemen were lovers of fine arts, particularly sculpture, and greatly admired beauty, whether it was male or female.
As I served the coffees, Diana was invited to sit down and I was asked to stay standing where she had been. The guys put their coffees on the small table beside them, and began to explore my nakedness, with eyes and hands. The touching was much more scholarly than sensual. It was like feeling the texture of cashmere, or silk. Even so, my penis was soon stiffening, and the gentlemen both commented approvingly. Martha picked up my coffee, and brought it to me while the old gays sat back, sipped their own coffee, and continued to study and comment on every aspect of my nudity.
Martha then produced a whip with many strands of soft rubber, which she gave to Diana, telling her to administer some mild discipline to my bottom, as I knelt side-on before the two gentlemen. After a few strokes, Diana was told to increase the effort. One of the guys then asked Diana to stop. One of them softly surveyed my bottom with his hand, to feel any impact the whip was having. Martha then took over, with greater enthusiasm than Diana, before her handiwork was again studied by our gay friend with his soft and inquisitive hand.
Diana was told to replace me and I was offered the whip. This did not appeal to me, and as I refused, Martha asked if I would mind her administering a few strokes.
"As long as Diana agrees" I gallantly responded.
Martha took a smaller but similar whip to Diana's not-too-receptive posterior and our gay surveyor again studied the result with his gentle hand.
We were then invited to sit and describe our feelings, not just towards our own punishment, but to that of each other's.
"I enjoyed it, I must say. Martha was better than Diana, because I felt she was enjoying it, while Diana was seemingly reluctant. But it was the exposure and sense of humiliation and submission that I enjoyed more than the discipline itself. Watching Diana being punished did nothing for me, but I was turned on by her sense of submission and vulnerability."
On the other hand, Diana commented "I did not enjoy my own punishment, nor did I like the feeling of humiliation. But I was thoroughly turned on by his predicament, and I do disagree that I felt reluctant. Sensing his enjoyment is what excites me."
Each gentleman admitted enjoying the spectacle, as much with Diana as with me. They thought we were both beautiful in our own ways, and "jolly good sports."
