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He had fantasized about it. He had shared his fantasy. He had asked how she felt about doing it. She had even asked him if he really meant it.

Trish hummed her personal song as she completed the dinner table. Calla lilies were in the crystal vase and white candles cast a warm glow on the pearl pink linen tablecloth. Sterling silver glowed and the crystal refracted the light of candles into a thousand dancing flames. Yes, she had choreographed the atmosphere of her small apartment in the Midwest meticulously.

This day had been in the planning for months. Nothing…and Trish meant NOTHING…was going to ruin it. She had organized the scenario down to the moment. David was to arrive at 8:00 PM. The wine was properly chilled. Sensuous music issued forth from hidden speakers throughout the apartment. It was time for her bath.

Trish slipped into a luxuriously warm bath, resplendent with her scent. David had often sat on the floor next to the tub as she extravagantly indulged her passion for warmth and bubbles. More often than not he would dangle his hand in the water, slide it up the inside of her thigh, and separate her slit so she felt first the warm of the water and then the greater warming of his playing with her clit.

Lazing in the water, Trish allowed her hand to follow the same path that David’s often did. More than once or twice she felt the heat rise within her. Imagining his presence, Trish permitted herself to experience the repeated excitement of orgasm. She could almost see him sitting beside her, that enigmatic smile spreading across his face.

Trish forced herself from this euphoria. Standing in the tub, she felt the water and bubbles slide down her body, each drop finding the curves and crevices of her body. She had just enough time to dress. This night even the dressing was meticulously designed with David’s pleasure in mind.

She had just finished dressing when David let himself into her apartment. Trish heard him as he succumb to the atmosphere. “Gee, Lady, you put some effort into this show.”

Coming up to him, “Just wait and find out how much planning I’ve done. Now, let’s get you out of that tie and coat.”

Trish moved in front of David. She slipped his coat off his shoulders. As she slid it down his back, she pressed her body against his. Trish could feel a slight stirring in the bulge between his legs. She smiled and thought to herself, “Yes, he’s ready for tonight.”

Before she quit, Trish slid her fingers into the knot of David’s tie. Slowly loosening it, she ground her pelvis into David’s. Once more the bulge stirred. Removing the tie, Trish let her hand slide along David’s chest and down his front all the way to his rising cock. As he reached to pull her closer, Trish danced away from him laughing, “Not yet, Darling. Dinner is ready, and it’s a very special one.” She placed the emphasis on “very” as she disappeared into the kitchen.

Almost immediately Trish reappeared from the kitchen. Walking to in front of David, “Oh, I forgot. Before every course I am going to remove a piece of clothing…yours, Darling.” Trish stood before David and began unbuttoning his shirt. He reached to pull her toward him. “Oh, no, no, no. You don’t get to touch me, Darling. As she pulled his shirt from the waistband of his slacks, Trish ground her hips into him.

Trish giggled, as though she were guilty of something as she once more disappeared into the kitchen. Following the soup course, Trish removed David’s shoes. As she unlaced them, she slid her hand languorously up his calf and removed his socks. He smiled, allowing her the little games. Following soup, Trish brought out salad, after which she removed his slacks.

Standing in front of him, Trish unbuttoned the slacks. Sliding down the zipper she allowed her hand to press against David’s every engorging cock. Once again he reached for her. She slapped away his hand with, “Am I going to have to handcuff your hands behind you and feed you myself?” Once more that enigmatically wicked smile spread across her face.

”Well, if that’s what it takes, Darling. I want to grab you right now and rip that gorgeous dress from your body.”

Almost as though she had this planned, Trish produced the black leather cuffs they sometimes played with while making love. “Well, Darling,” she cooed, “put your hands behind you. I’m going to do just as you asked.” Trish strapped the cuffs on him and tightened the buckles on each wrist. Once done, she clipped them together behind him. Playfully she reached around David, played with his nipples and slid her hands down his front to rest on his cock.

“Damn it, Trish. I want you. Now.”

“No, Darling. You still have the main course to complete.”

“All right. So unhook me so I can eat.”

“Oh, no, no. Remember? I said I’d feed you?”

David groaned. But acquiesced. He sat on the chair, now clad in only his shorts.

Trish returned with two plates filled with asparagus, steak, and baked potato filled with butter, sour cream and cheese. She moved her chair next to David’s and proceeded to feed him. David didn’t know if it was by accident or on purpose that she dropped something from time to time on his chest. Frankly he didn’t care. Trish bent over him and slowly, methodically licked the buttery potato from over his heart or the hollandaise sauce from around his nipple, or the meat juice from just above his shorts. Several times Trish fed David his wine with a kiss.

Finally finishing the main course of the meal, Trish announced they would have dessert in the living room. However, before sitting on the couch, David was ordered to remove his shorts. He smiled. Maybe dessert would be something more than sweets from the kitchen.

However, just as Trish finished helping him out of his shorts and onto the couch, wrists still confined by the shackles, the doorbell rang. Trish started for the door.

“Trish, don’t.”

“Oh, don’t worry, so, Darling,”

“Trish.” His tone was urgent, but she only smiled as she opened wide the door.

“Madame,” your timing is perfect, purred Trish. “David, Darling, I want to introduce you to Madame Lisel. She brings your holiday present.”

Madame stood outlined in the doorway. Long, 4-inch high-heeled boots wrapped her legs to mid-thigh. A short black leather skirt teased the onlooker with promises of untold delights. Very erect nipples peeked above a corset that held very high her ample breasts. It, too, was constructed from black leather. Very blonde hair draped to her shoulders under a black fedora. Allowing the impression to penetrate his consciousness, Madame Lisel posed, held it for several seconds before speaking. Contralto tones hiding a hint some eastern European origin issued forth, “Greetings, David. Happy holiday. Now, it begins.”

Madame carried a small case which she set down beside David. Kneeling down at the case she looked up to him through a fringe of lashes that veiled violet eyes. “You do, of course, agree to receiving your present, no?”

David stammered. “I…I’m…I’m confused?”

”You wanted this, no? You told your lovely lady you wanted this, yes?”

David looked at Trish. “You arranged this? What I told you?”

Trish smiled, almost demurely, “Yes.”

”Yes,” he replied to Madame. “Yes, I told Trish I wanted this.”

”Good. So…now we begin.” Madame opened her bag and brought out a rod which she extended to about three feet. Each end contained a cuff, which she attached to David’s ankles. “Now, we have you where you cannot move easily. You are comfortable, enough?”

David shook his head in the affirmative.

”No,” demanded Madame. “You answer.” With that she slid her bright red nails up the back of David’s rigid penis and circled the tip.

”Much better. You have him somewhat trained. Now, my Pet,” she turned to Trish, “we shall begin.”

Madame moved behind Trish. She stroked Trish’s neck and arms. Trish closed her eyes and leaned back into Madame Lisel who moved her hands to cup Trish’s full breasts. As she did so, Madame looked David in the eyes. “Yes, David? This is what you desire?”

“Yes, NO…well, yes. But I wanted….”

”Don’t be afraid, David. You will have her.”

One of Madame Lisel’s hands disappeared behind Trish and David could hear the zipper on her dress being slid down. Slowly, agonizingly so, Madame slipped first one arm and then the other out of the dress. She still held the dress in front of Trish, but her hand disappeared under the fabric and he could see Madame fondling Trish’s breast. So slowly did Madame lower the dress. Another surprise awaited David. Little had he known he had spent the dinner with Trish dressed in a leather bra with cut outs for her nipples.

As Madame further lowered Trish’s dress to the point it dropped around her ankles, David saw the leather thong that she was wearing. The aroma of leather now permeated the air. Leather and desire mingled.

Madame massaged Trish’s erect nipples. They became even fuller and harder as she did. He could see the color changes taking place. The nipples became mauve and the aureole itself engorged and turned deep pink. David felt a stirring in his crotch. He wanted to rub against that leather thong just at his eye level. Trish sighed and threw her head back against Madame’s shoulder.

“That’s it, my Pet, relax and display yourself for your lover.”

Trish began to move to the rhythm Madame started. Madame was grinding her hips into Trish’s rear and Trish followed. Her hands slid down across her own stomach and hovered at the entrance to the leather thong.

”Go ahead, Pet,” Madame murmured in her ear, “slide into the panties. Feel the heat that grows there. Slide a finger into your own slit. Let him know how much you like it.”

Trish’s erotic dance became even more suggestive. Her hand disappeared under the leather triangle. She moaned with the pleasure she was feeling. David moaned with her, desiring his erect cock in her.

Madame turned Trish around. Starting at David, Madame sensuously kissed her face. She teased Trish around the lips. Madame’s tongue circled the full lips, teased the open mouth before slipping her tongue into a welcoming mouth and probing it deeply. Both women ground together. Madame’s hands caressed Trish’s back and slid down to firmly grab the rounded globes split by the thin leather between them. David squirmed. He was erect. He wanted Trish. He loved watching her get turned on so completely by another woman. He wanted to be part of the scene.

Madame watched David as she caressed Trish. Her eyes told David that she was not yet ready. She laid Trish on the coffee table, legs spread wide to David’s view and stripped off the small leather thong. David had a clear view of Trish’s clit and the crevasse leading to the tunnel of delight. He saw the muscles start to twitch, first a single contraction and then a rhythmic pulsing.

The domme sat above Trish’s face. Beneath her short, short skirt was nothing. As though born to the act, Trish began to lick the pussy exposed before her. As her tongue applied steady stimulation to Madame’s cunt, her own spasmed as though clasping an invisible cock.

Just as she was about to come, Madame Lisel reached behind her and began to stimulate Trish’s clit. Trish rose to increase the stimulation. Madame rubbed harder and harder as Trish increased the slurping sounds she was making on Madame’s clit. Both came in unison and David strained at his bonds. He could neither reach them nor his own aching member.

A smile graced Madame Lisel’s face as she turned Trish onto her stomach, her face just short of David’s stiff penis. How he wished she could reach him. Once more Madame began to stimulate Trish. David’s love was on her knees and Madame was playing with her tight little ass. The soft sounds of pleasure increased to moans of delight. She squealed as Madame slipped a finger into her ass. David felt as though he could not hold himself any longer.

As he watched Trish intently, he was surprised when he felt a ring surround his cock. Madame looked at him once more and smiled wickedly. “Not yet, not yet.” He groaned. He wanted Trish and another was pleasuring her.

Once more Trish reached climax, this time the sounds of delight screamed and bounced around David’s ears. He wanted her. He had had enough of watching. He wanted to participate, but the bonds held him.

At last, Madame Lisel laughed and slid Trish closer to David. Almost as if by instinct rather than from consciousness of his desire, Trish reached for him. She grasped his erect cock, slid off the ring, and swallowed him. He felt the tip hit the back of her throat. As Trish reached higher for one more climax, David could feel her taking him with her. As Madame pumped her rear and massaged her clit, Trish sucked harder and harder on David. In one shattering climax, they came together and Trish collapsed on his lap.

Madame Lisel packed her case. When she reached the door to exit, she said, “Now, little Pet, you may feed him dessert.”