Marion was stunned at what happened next. She couldn't believe her ears. His voice was harsh as he ordered her into the larger bedroom.

"Do not turn on the lights," he said. "When you reach the chair bend over and grip the arms."

Stark naked, and with great trepidation, she walked into the adjacent bedroom. Although the room was darkened, her reflection glared back at her from every conceivable angle. Wall to wall mirrors greeted her. There was a large bed, a lounge and an armchair.

'How many people are watching,' she wondered, and shivered at the thought. It was a deliciously dangerous feeling. She grew more excited with each step she took toward the chair.

Suddenly a spotlight flared on, bathing the armchair in its luminance.

Marion halted a foot or two from the chair and bent her upper body over the armchair and gripped the arms securely. A minute passed by. Two minutes passed, an eternity to Marion. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and chest. She felt a tremor in her arm. 'I mustn't slip or fall,' she told herself.

Another minute passed before she sensed someone behind her. She kept her eyes directly on the chair's cushion, not daring to sneak a peek for fear it would not be Banning behind her. Involuntarily, she clenched the cheeks of her shapely behind tightly together.

"Don't do that!"

Marion exhaled with relief. It was Banning! 'Thank God,' she thought, trembling in gratitude.

He placed a hand on each cheek and she felt his strong thumbs near her fissure as he began to expose her "back there."

She was positive others were watching this performance. 'Well let them,' she told herself. 'I'll give them something to watch if that's what they want.' Her defiance flickered out as it occurred to Marion that they might do more than just watch.

Banning tickled her anus, causing her to snicker.

"Something funny Marion?"

"It's just nasty, that's all master," she replied softly.

"It's delightfully nasty Marion. It's filthy and depraved. It's debasing and painfully delicious."

"Yes," she murmured faintly.

"Yes what?" Banning shouted in her ear.

"Yes master." Marion said weakly, as the first wave of fear swept over her body. 'Just how well did she know Banning?' She fought to retain control over her bowels, but a few drops of piss trickled down her thigh. Banning was too occupied to notice as he placed his middle finger against the center of her anus.

Reflexively Marion tensed, as his finger became more insistent --- probing into the tightened anal ring. He slapped her ass hard. Marion heard the slap, but the sensation from the blow was like that of stepping into a shower of scalding water. Heat, of an unbearable nature shot through her body. Before she could even react, there was a similar sensation on the other cheek. She moaned anticipating more, but nothing happened. Marion dared to breathe again.

"That's not the end of your punishment Marion. Would you care to guess what the rest of it is?"

"No, master. I'm sure it will be suitable for my disrupting your attention to me."

"Well said, Marion. I'm pleased with that response. I'm going to fuck your ass without benefit of lubricant. I hope you're good and tight. That will make things interesting, don't you think?"

"If it pleases you, my master," she said as a solitary tear rolled down her cheek. Not because of the pain that awaited her, she had failed him and that hurt more than anything else.

Banning was quick, and he was brutal. Spreading her cheeks apart he placed his erection at her puckered entrance where it hovered for a moment, then began forcing its way in. Marion felt something much larger than a finger at her rectum. She had the feeling she was about to pass a large stool, only it was traveling in the wrong direction. He pushed again and a searing pain rocketed through her anus and Marion was compelled to use all her control to contain the primal scream lodged in her throat.

As he withdrew she experienced momentary relief from the torment. But then Banning thrust deeply inside her --- again and again and again --- Marion fought back a sob, then groaned as she had the sensation of receiving an enema as he filled her with his cock. Then he was grunting, spewing his seed into her.

Marion derived no sexual pleasure from this, merely accepting it as just punishment for her transgression.

Banning backed away from her, and with a soft "pop" he was gone and relief flowed over her. Moments later he placed a damp towel in her hand and she calmly wiped herself clean, careful to hold her position and awaited further instructions. He stood next to her, watching and breathing heavily.

"You may get up now."

Marion scrambled to her feet and turned to face him. Banning tilted her chin upward, his eyes on her face. Then he removed the blindfold, watching carefully as she blinked in the light.

"I want you to squat while I disrobe. Perhaps you can get my juices flowing again."

He laughed at her as she squatted, splaying her knees wide, using the fingertips of one hand to balance her body. His shirt fluttered to the carpet next to her. Then, with her weight concentrated on the balls of her feet, Marion began to finger herself. Banning kicked a shoe off and it flew past her head missing her by inches, landing on the other side of the room. Bending to remove the other shoe, he said tersely, "Add another finger."

He deliberately prolonged his undressing. His eyes were glued to her rapidly working fingers. Marion closed her eyes. He knew she was into it now as she provided him with a series of sloshing, clicking sounds as her fingers strummed, appearing then disappearing within her center. The wet sounds excited him and though he did not express it, Marion sensed it and opened her lust filled eyes to watch him. The evidence was clearly visible from the bulge in his pants. Not daring to smile, she closed her eyes again, allowing her fingers to wallow in her juices as the first intimation of her orgasm revealed itself to her.

"That's it pet, that's it," he said softly. "Twist another one in there for me. I want you flowing for me when I'm ready. And while you're at it, keep those lovely blue eyes closed. Don't even consider peeking."

He allowed his slacks to drop around his ankles. Stepping out of them, he casually picked them up and hung them neatly on a hanger, added his jacket and stored them in the closet. Banning quickly removed his shorts. He wore no undershirt and naked he strode to the bed and grabbed the blindfold and nipple clamps from the pile of toys and implements strewn on the comforter.

Hearing his movements, Marion began to anticipate what lay ahead and became more excited, finger fucking herself with a renewed energy, causing her juices to slosh and seep out along with her heated scent, which permeated the room.

Banning breathed deeply to absorb her aroma. He was satisfied with both his readiness and hers.

"Remove your fingers!"

Marion did so, although she lamented their loss.

"Lick them thoroughly!" He listened to the soft sucking sounds as she licked at the sweet/tart stickiness as she complied with his command. Looking beyond Banning into the mirror across the room, she thought she detected movement. 'So someone is watching,' she thought. 'If that's what he wants, so be it,' she told herself.

"Place your hands behind your back and kneel perfectly still." Marion responded with alacrity. Momentarily flustered by the feel of her juices trickling down into the crease of her inner thigh she managed to forgot about them as Banning's fingers combed lightly through her hair while slipping the blindfold over her head.

Marion was so excited that the touch of his hand on her forehead brought her close to a climax. Banning sensing this, gruffly said, "Don't even think about coming."

"Yes, Master," she replied, sufficiently humbled.

"I'll be right back," he said, "I must clean my prick for you, I know how you disdain the taste of shit."

"Thank you master," she said contritely.

He returned shortly and wasted no time clamping a nipple tightly, then tightened a second clamp on the other breast. Marion grimaced with the influx of pain while the thin connecting chain swung gently between her breasts. As the initial shock wore off, a variation of combined pain and pleasure bit into each nipple, causing the tips to turn a dark pinkish red. Her stimulated udders sprouted a garden of tiny rivets that encircled their prized flowers.

"Do you like the clamps?"

'Oh God,' she thought, biting her lip, "Yes sir," she moaned approaching an almost feverish delight in her torment.

Kneeling beside her, he yanked gently on the silver chain with one hand and grabbed a fistful of her silky hair with the other. Tugging gently on both, his face revealed the enjoyment of the grimace on hers. Banning took a step back, admiring his work, knowing this treatment was pleasurable and not painful, although the pain was real enough.

Marion swayed unsteadily, pulling on the chain, thereby stretching her nipples. He leaned close and bit at their tender tips. She groaned at this, but her sounds diminished as he soothed them by licking them wetly before settling back in his chair. Marion envisioned his cock standing tall and throbbing, although she saw only blackness.

"You know Marion, I do believe your nips are getting longer. Shall I try stretching them a bit more tonight?"

"If you desire Master, I would be honored if you would do so." And Marion trembled with anticipation for the new level of pain about to rack her tormented nipples.

Banning tightened each clamp in turn, drawing satisfaction when Marion failed to cry out.

"Very good Marion my pet, very good. Let's take two more turns on each clamp and call it a day insofar as your tits are concerned."

"Yes, please do, Master," and she cringed inwardly trying desperately not to reveal her fear of permanent damage.

But Banning caught her grimacing in pain as he completed the last of the tightening. "We'll measure them later. I do think you've grown some this time." He turned and walked to the armchair and sat down.

"Now take a step toward me."

Without hesitating, Marion stepped forward and waited.

***

Michael returned to the table and sat down, but Leigh seemed to off somewhere. "Leigh, Leigh? Are you with me darling? You look like you're in a trance sweetheart."

Jolted back to reality, Leigh stuttered, "No, err, I mean yes. Yes, I'm with you Michael."

"You were gone for a while there."

"I was daydreaming I guess."

Michael looked concerned. "You sure you're all right?"

"I was thinking about that lump in your pants a few minutes ago," she whispered with a sparkle in her eyes.

"Yes. Well . . . I was thinking about that garter belt. Are you really wearing one?"

She batted her eyelashes at him and said, "Would I lie to you?"

"My God," he replied, dabbing at his chin with his napkin, "I can't wait to get you home."

Silently she kicked off her shoe and ran her toes along his calf.

"Shall I go higher, love?" She teased.

"No! No, not in public! Think of the consequences!"

Pretending to be chastised, but laughing inwardly, Leigh said, "All right then, change the subject to something safe, maybe I'll cool off."

Clearing his throat to help compose himself, Michael took a moment to collect himself then resumed his monologue on his recent findings and the comments of his colleagues. Leigh hardly heard a word he said. Gradually her attention wavered and her eyes drifted once again to the mysterious Mr. Banning; watching furtively as he fed the woman a taste of his flan, then sampled some himself, before feeding her again.

Once again, Leigh's mind drifted back to that imaginary room and the scene continued to unfold.

***

Banning guided Marion onto his lap so that she was straddling his thighs. "You may place your hands on my shoulders," he told her, feeling generous toward her.

"Yes, master," she replied and in doing so, brushed against his cock. Marion was surprised at how quickly he'd renewed himself. Banning's cock was almost fully erect.

Banning gripped her hips as he guided his twitching cock to her mons.

'How I want you,' he thought, but he knew he had to demonstrate restraint if she were to be pushed to further heights and to please the others looking on behind the mirror.

"Rub your cunt against me, pet."

Marion immediately rolled her hips, in a parody of a belly dancer's movements.

"Wet my cock with it. Show me how much you want me. How much you love me."

Marion dug her fingers into his shoulders as she rubbed her wet slit up and down his heavily veined underside. Lifting up, her cunt hungrily devoured the drops of precum that had surfaced on his satin crown, helping make the movements slick and wet. Banning reached up and took a clamped nipple and tugged, stretching her nipple out a preposterous distance from her pebbled areola before releasing it. Marion's head jerked back as the excruciating pain seared through her. Banning glanced at the mirror and drank in their reflection as his fingers skimmed across the chain, pinching lightly at their very ends, sliding from one nipple to the other. Marion's head lolled from side to side, her lips parted seductively as she sweetly sang her tortured melody to herself as his hot, sleek cock wormed its way inside her. Marion ground against him, taking him deeper.

Banning thought her heat incredible as she managed to grip him tightly within her. She shivered with anticipation and he felt it ripple the entire length of his cock. He sighed in satisfaction, knowing they were enroute to a premiere performance.

Marion rode him, enjoying the pressure of his swollen knob caressing the walls of her coral tunnel. He paused momentarily, then pulled out from her.

"Oh, please sir!" Marion whined as she continued rocking above him. "Soon, soon," he crooned to her. Then with one hand, he lifted her ass high, grasped his cock with the other and in a quick blinding thrust, slipped between her succulent folds again.

"Oooooooh!"

Reaching up, he tugged at the chain between her breasts as she swayed on his shaft. Her warmth and softness hugged at him. Banning's cock responded with loving throbs. Looking at her face, he realized how much he loved her and the precious gift she had given him . . . herself.

Marion heard a clicking sound, then was conscious of movement around her and assumed correctly that the voyeurs had entered the room and were moving closer. She tensed up and gripped Banning's shoulders. This was not expected. Marion's lust vanished and fear took its place.

"Who's there?" She asked in a quavering voice.

"Just some friends Marion," he said softly as he eased his shaft from her.

"Friends?" I thought this was between you and I?" Marion failed to notice he was no longer inside her.

"Are you not my slave?"

"Yes, but..."

"Then you are my slave in all things."

"But the safe word?"

"It still holds . . . for pain, not for my making use of you as I wish."

"And you wish to have these others use me?"

"They want to get a good look at the nipple clamps, Marion. That's all, don't be afraid." He lifted her up from his lap and stood in front of her.

"You may sit in the chair Marion," and she obeyed without delay, hoping to gain some time and strength for what lay ahead. Several unseen hands caressed her breasts and tugged on the clamps as they moved by her. Being naked and in discomfort from the clamps was bad enough she thought but to have not one word spoken for several minutes was making it worse. She surmised that the silence was meant to add to her discomfort and fear.

Suddenly, a voice with a foreign inflection whispered in her ear, "Open your mouth, I wish to pay homage to you."

She hesitated only a moment before complying and moaned when his velvet firmness brushed against the roof of her mouth. Dutifully, Marion pressed her tongue down and tightened her lips around him as he began to fuck her orally. As he forced himself into the deeper recesses of her throat she feared he was going to choke her. Then she was distracted as someone had knelt between her thighs and was performing cunnilingus on her . . .

***

"Leigh? What's with you? Your face is all flushed. You okay?" Michael's voices reflected the same concern is voice did.

"Err, ummm, yes. Sure, I'm fine."

"All my talking must be putting you to sleep. I apologize, this is our anniversary and I shouldn't be running on so about work."

"Oh, Michael, don't be silly. I think it was the wine, perhaps I had a glass too many."

"Do you want anything else honey? We can go if you like. You sure you're okay?"

"Yes, I am Michael. I really think I've had enough and to top it off, these drinks went to my head. Let me just run to the ladies room while you get the check."

"Okay, take your time and happy anniversary, I love you."

"I love you too Michael," She squeezed his hand and rose from her chair and made her way down the aisle. Leigh realized she had to pass by the "mystery man" and wanted to get a good look at him so badly, yet as she passed his table she couldn't bring herself to scrutinize him from close range.

Two steps beyond his table Leigh froze.

"Excuse me?"

He'd spoken to her! Her knees began to buckle, but she regained her balance with the greatest of concentration.

"Yes?"

"I think you dropped something," the "mystery man" said in a deep, yet gentle voice. Leigh turned and stared at him. His expression was benign. A voice in the back of her head was telling her 'he had great eyes when he smiled.' Utilizing an age-old ploy, she broke eye contact and glancing at the floor said, "I think you're mistaken." Then looked up at him and smiled.

"No, I'm not mistaken at all," he said confidently, as his hand reached out to hers. Perplexed, she accepted the offering he placed in her hand.

"Thank you," she managed, cursing herself for acting so juvenile, but still confused as to what course of action to take with him.

"You are most welcome, my dear." He smiled back at her, revealing a wonderful set of teeth. He managed to arch his eyebrows in a very suggestive manner and said, "I hope you and your husband have a very good evening."

"Thank you. You too," Leigh stammered, mentally kicking herself for not being able to summon up a scathing remark to put him in his place. She turned away and her hip bumped into the table next to her, almost toppling it. After a series of profuse apologies, she managed to make her way to the ladies room. Once inside, she sat on one of the stools in front of the large mirror and opened her hand. There in her palm was a pale, muted blue business card. With her heart pounding, she examined it. The card reminded her of the sky on a beautiful spring day. There was a path with wildflowers on either side leading to a bright shinning essence of light. Slowly she turned the card over. The reverse side was black with gold embossed lettering. It read . . . "Give willing of your body, mind and soul. Your complete surrender is a precious gift I will treasure. Take my hand and walk by my side on this journey". Signed, 'Your future lord and master.' "

Leigh's fingers were trembling as she noted the phone number. Staring into the mirror, Leigh slowly saw her expression change as the pieces of the puzzle finally came together. A smug, satisfied smile was etched upon her face as she tucked the card safely into a zippered compartment in her purse. '

So I'm entering a new phase of my life,' she thought as she applied a fresh coat of lipstick and retouched her makeup. 'But I'm still horny as hell' she giggled, getting up and wending her way back to Michael.