THE EROTIC ADVENTURES OF LOUISE AND PETER - Part 3
THE DARE
‘Are you game?’ asks Peter. ‘Probably more than you are’ Louise replies with a grin, as they prepare to leave the tavern. The evening had been peppered with suggestions and sexual innuendo, so both their minds were fired up.
Pure chance would be good fun, Peter thought. ‘OK’ Louise agrees, ‘the roll of dice, the turn of a card, or the toss of a coin. Which will it be? ‘A coin’, ventures Peter. It is decided, the best of five.
‘So, Louise’ asks Peter, ‘do you want to be heads of tails? ‘Heads’ she says, ‘It’s what I’m good at giving!’ ‘Let’s be clear, though’, she continues, ‘the loser agrees to indulge any fantasy of the winner – any fantasy at all, either now, or in the near future’.
Peter finds in his pocket a shiny new two euro coin. ‘We’ll take turns in tossing it, and let it fall to the floor. You toss first’. First toss comes up heads. Peter made the second toss, which also comes up heads. ‘I only need one more’ gloats Louise, feeling victory is in her grasp. But this is pure chance, no skill involved, and consequently, all three next results are tails!
‘Right’ says Peter, ‘I’ll claim my prize now! For the next two hours you will be Bea, my very personal servant. I want you to change into bra and panties, under a skirt and top’.
While Louise gets herself ready, Peter finds and prepares all the things he will need – whip, crop, paddle, cane, flogger, handcuffs, ankle cuffs, rope, and other accessories including vibrators and mouth gag, although not all will be used. He knows Louise will be an obedient servant, because he is promising pain as a reward.
‘Bea’, Peter says as she returns, ‘stand in front of me. While you await my orders, you will stand with your legs apart and hands behind you back, do you understand?’ ‘Yes’. ‘And when you speak to me, you say ‘Yes, Master, ’or ‘Yes, Sir’, is that clear?’ ‘Yes, Master’. ‘If you are a good servant and do as I tell you, I will reward you with lots of pain, but if you fail, most of the pain will be denied’.
‘Thus far, you have been good, so I will begin by giving you a small reward. Bring me the whip’. She passes it to him. ‘Bea, bend over and lift up your skirt. You will receive five hard strokes.’ Peter sees that she is wearing a string, which does not cover her ass, and therefore does not need to be removed. Soon, five red lines adorn her sweet cheeks. She straightens up. Peter ponders the thought that by the end of the two hours the lovely creature he sees may not be able to sit down comfortably. She doubts his ability to do this, so he will prove it tonight.
Bea is standing as directed with hands crossed behind her back. ‘Take off your top’. ‘Yes, Sir’. Her modesty is maintained by a red bra to match the red string Peter has already seen. ‘Very good, now remove your skirt’. It quickly joins the top on the back of the sofa, and reveals to Peter the front of the delightful red string, which she will continue to wear for a bit longer.
‘I am hot, Bea’ declares Peter. 'What can you do about it?' ‘What would you like me to do about it, Master?’ ‘I need you to undress me, completely’. ‘Yes, Master’. Slowly and purposefully she unbuttons his shirt, eventually pushing it back over his shoulders until it falls to the floor. Next she equally slowly takes on unfastening his belt, opening the button at the top of his shorts, and finally lowering the zip. They drop to his ankles, and he steps out of them. Unusually, he is wearing pants, but he put them on deliberately for effect; they are black, and totally transparent.
‘Before you take them down, kiss my cock through the fabric’, Peter orders. ‘Yes, Sir’, she replies as her mouth approaches its target. The thin material becomes wetter and wetter. ‘Enough! Pull them down and carry on’, he eventually cries and she does, but only as far as his knees, as it is sufficient to give her mouth full access to his member. A few minutes later, Peter sits down, and Bea pulls the pants right off and takes his erection back into her mouth, cupping his balls with her hand. ‘I don’t want to cum yet’ he explains after a while, ‘so stand up and get out your tits; I want to get my lips to them, and my teeth to your nipples’. They both know that this is only a prelude to what he really wants, which is to take his probing tongue to her pussy and clit. But he is in no hurry, and will inflict a lot more pain first, as he is aware that her orgasms will be stronger after being soundly beaten.
Peter’s tongue masterfully explores the sensitive area of her nipples before his teeth clamp down hard causing her to involuntarily scream. He gags her, as there is much more to come. Soon she begs to remove the bra, as she is now too sore to bear it. He unclips it, and it is gone. Only the tiny red string is left in place, but not for much longer!
‘Choose a weapon’ Peter orders. She brings him the riding crop, because it will cause the most pain. He restrains her with handcuffs, and lays her over his knees, to slap her sexy ass with his bare hands before using the crop. Soon his hands sting too much to carry on. Placing her over the end of the sofa, he finally pulls off the remaining tiny garment, and reaches for the crop. He knows this will hurt, and hurt a lot. ‘Twenty-five strokes’ he declares, ‘and you must count them out loud’. ‘One’ she whispers as the first stroke lands, ‘two’, ‘three’ she continues through her gag muffled screams, and through to ‘twenty-three, twenty-four and twenty-five. Her beautiful ass is now purple and black, just the way she likes it!
‘Kneel over my face, and put your wet cunt on my mouth’, he orders as he lies down on the floor. This is the part he loves. His tongue traces the shape of her pussy up and down each side, and then connects with her clit as his finger enters her ass. She will orgasm quickly, and he will not cease until she is well satisfied, only then will she take his stiff prick into her mouth until he cums.
‘And all on the toss of a coin’ he reflects later. ‘I dare you to take the same chance again another day!’ ‘Oh yes’, she sighs as she changes back into being Louise once more. ‘I will win’, she says, ‘and I have plans for you!’
