The Armoire Ch. 06

He went to the pool area and I went to the kitchen to make the drink. Roselyn chatted politely with me while I mixed the rye and ginger although she was a bit startled when I spasmed a bit and said, "Oh MY!" as I felt the "egg" pulse inside me. I told her I had a sudden leg cramp. The power of that little thing was amazing and it wouldn't have taken a lot of effort to have gotten me off.

As I entered the pool area with the rye and ginger, I hoped that Tommy would hold off on the remote because if he pushed the "High" button I would surely spill the drink! He was sitting by four guys at a card table who were playing euchre but the game stopped as I approached and it was easy to tell what they were looking at. I handed Tommy the drink then grabbed his lighter, ignited the cigar, and took a long drag into my mouth. Then I bent down, pressed my lips to his, and gently transferred it to him. There were some low murmurs from the card table as Tommy smiled and slowly released the white smoke. I told him I was going back in to chat with the girls and, if he needed anything, just buzz me. With that, I turned and walked back to the kitchen.

I sat with Roselyn and another ex sister-in-law, Marin, an attractive, freckled, forty-something with long auburn hair. As Tommy had predicted, Roselyn spoke of her husband's new found wealth resulting from the sale of his butcher shop. She told how they intended to travel and do other things that they were unable to do when they were "just like other people". She laughed when she said it, as though it was a joke, but it was obviously insincere; even Marin raised an eyebrow.

Then Roselyn asked how Tommy and I met so I related the story of the seminar weekend, leaving out the details of our evenings with the ropes and flogger. I simply said that he had helped me get through a bad time in my life. Then she said, "I find it hard to believe that, even for a fling, you would be attracted to him...he is quite a bit older than you..."

In spite of what Tommy had said about her I was still surprised that she would say that to me; clearly attempting to deride him. I went on the offensive with, "And yet we are together, desperately in love...how would you explain it?"

She wasn't ready for that so all she could say was, "Well I...er...I didn't mean..."

I interrupted her, "Let me clear it up for you...Tommy is strong, yet kind and gentle. He treats me like a princess and has never, ever hurt me, physically or emotionally. Our "fling" has lasted for over a year and I love him more and more with each passing day...and that's not to mention the sex!"

Roselyn glared at me but said nothing however; Marin leaned forward and said, "The sex?"

"Oh yes!" I answered, "I was twenty nine when I met him and I thought I new what sex was all about but our first night together was like my first time; he brought me to an orgasm that made me cry...it was so powerful! And sometimes, when he ties me up, I've had orgasms that have made me pass out!"

Marin's jaw dropped but Roselyn glared even more and said, "Ties you up? He makes you get tied up? That's not..."

Again I interrupted, "He doesn't 'make me' do anything! I love it when he binds me. Does that upset you?"

In a well practiced, holier-than-thou voice she said, "It is certainly not something I'd want to have anything to do with!"

I simply said, "Well, you know the old saying...don't knock it 'til you've tried it, honey." Then I turned to Marin and said, "I guess she'd really blow a gasket if she saw him whipping me...! OHHHHHGAWWWD!"

Tommy had hit the 'Pulse' button again, snapping my eyes wide and forcing me to grab the edge of the bar. Marin asked, "Are you okay? Is it another leg cramp?"

I said, "Not exactly...is it okay if I make another drink for Tommy?"

Roselyn said it was then asked, "If it's not a leg cramp...what is it?"

"Well...I'm not sure you'll understand this but...I have a stainless steel, vibrating 'egg' shoved up inside me. Tommy controls it with a little remote and...OHHHHH WOWWW!" I closed me legs tight and held on to the bar again. Tommy hadn't actually hit the button...I was just putting on a show to freak her out.

Roselyn was flabbergasted and said, "That's awful. He makes you wear that in public..."

"As I said before, he doesn't 'make' me do anything. I bought this for him as a present and I am very, very happy that he is having some fun with it...GEEEZZZZZZ!" He had hit the button that time and it really was beginning to get me pretty hot.

With the drink ready I went into the pool area and Tommy was walking toward me so I said, "You better not hit the button 'til I give you the drink!"

As he neared he pretended to push an imaginary button and I pretended that I was getting buzzed then he put his arm around my waist, kissed me, and said, "It is awfully hard to keep my hands off you in that dress...actually it's probably hard for everybody in this house to keep their hands off you!"

I kissed back, handed him his drink, and said, "You know...there is a certain responsibility that goes with that remote control."

"And what is that?" he asked.

"Every now and then you have too...finish the job!"

He smiled and asked me to wait a minute while he went into the main house. He returned in just a few seconds, led me to a side door of the pool area, and we went out to a dark, deserted patio. He positioned me so that my back was against the wall and said, "How hard is it to get that dress out of the way?"

It took about three seconds for me to reach down, grab the hem, and pull the dress up and over my head. Tommy smiled then leaned in, put his lips to mine, and began to massage my clit...then he said, "Are you ready?"

His gentle rubbing on my clitoris would have been more than enough but I put my arms around his neck and braced myself as he hit, and held, the "Pulse" button the instant I whispered, "Ready..."

I pushed my hips into his hand as the pulsations attacked my vagina. I came almost immediately and shouted into his mouth, "OHHHHHHHH TOMMY...TOMMY...TOMMYTOMMY..."

My instantly sensitized pussy caused me to jerk and I asked Tommy to stop but he kept the button down and said, "Spread your legs...quickly."

He grabbed the little retrieval wire and slowly, very slowly, pulled the still pulsing egg out. I had to cover my mouth with both hands to suppress my scream as the little device passed my vaginal opening. I put my hands on his shoulders for stability and panted, "JESUS!"

He took a wad of tissue from his pocket and wiped me between my legs, using another to clean off the little egg. Then he said, "Did I fulfill my responsibility to your satisfaction, my dear?"

Still panting, I laughed and answered, "Not bad...not bad at all!"

Tommy grabbed my dress, motioned for me to put my arms up, and easily slipped the small, stretchy garment back on saying, "Wow! It's hardly more than a sock! Here...let me adjust it for you..."

I giggled as he "adjusted" the garment by fondling my boobs, ass, and hips, then he moved in and we enjoyed a deep, lengthy kiss. It was a little chilly however; I was so lost in the embrace that I didn't notice I was shivering but he did and said, "We'd better go back in before your nipples fall off!"

When we re-entered the pool area, I excused myself, went to the washroom, and saw what he meant when I looked in the mirror. A combination of Tommy's fondling and the cool night air had my nipples standing out like two bullets, straining at the elastic material of the dress. I pulled the dress top down, got two wads of tissue, soaked them in warm water, and pressed them to my boobs until my little "bullets" settled down a bit. Then I returned to the hall and, as we started walking to the living room, I said, "Why did you take out the vibrator?"

He leaned close and whispered, "Because, if I have anything to say about it, the next thing going in there is going to be me!

I startled him a bit when I stopped, reached my hand to his crotch, and instantly realized that I had selfishly ignored the fact that he would be just as horny as me, but he said, "It's okay Ally, maybe a little later."

"Are you sure?" I said, "We can go back outside and I can give you a quick..."

He placed his fingers to my lips and said, "You know I'm not a fan of 'quickies'...We've got all night...don't worry about it."

It was true; he always liked any sex between us to be at least a little meaningful but, chilly or not, I still felt bad that I didn't think of him while we were outside. I would never let that happen again.

There were several people sitting in the living room as we entered, including Marin, and Haden, a friendly, statuesque ex sister-in-law, as well as Roselyn and Gunter, and four or five others. I suggested that Tommy sit in a big armchair while I get him another drink as it appeared he had left his out on the patio. The conversation was still revolving around Gunter's butcher shop sale and how he had been paid a record price because the shop was, according to him, the best in the world!

When I came back into the room I handed Tommy his new drink, kissed him, and, careful not to flash anyone, sat on the floor next to him leaning on his legs—like a pet would sit beside her master. Roselyn just glared at me while I was introduced to another ex sister-in-law, Cecily and her husband, as well as an ex bro-law's wife, Jada. Haden then looked at Tommy and asked, "How long have you two been seeing each other?"

"Uh...about thirteen months, give or take," he answered.

Haden, genuinely interested, continued, "Where'd you meet?"

As Tommy began to speak Roselyn broke in with, "Do you have to whip her to keep her from leaving?"

The room fell silent and I thought Tommy might tear into her but he kept his cool, chuckled, and said, "Just once in a while, Roselyn."

Then I added, "And only if I really have it coming!"

Everybody laughed, except Roselyn who was getting more disturbed by the second. She angrily shouted, "I don't see anything funny about a man beating a woman with a whip!"

Again the room grew quiet and I was about to light into her myself when I felt Tommy's hand on my shoulder. Much calmer than I was going to be, he replied, "Look, Roselyn, I'm not sure how much information you're working with here but, regardless, you are delving into a very private area in our relationship; an area that we have no need to deny, affirm, or defend."

While Roselyn searched her tiny brain for a response, Marin asked, "So you're into bondage and discipline...that kind of thing?"

I squeezed Tommy's knee and looked up at him, letting him know that I wanted to take over and, with some exasperation; he nodded for me to go ahead. I turned back to Marin and said, "Something like that. It's...it's difficult to explain if you've never had the experience...Tommy can do things to me...to my body, that bring me such indescribably exquisite sensations...orgasms that literally take my breath away. He does it with unfettered love and care and...it's really hard to make other people understand."

Jada suddenly asked, "Is it like a master and slave thing?"

"Well," I said, "that depends...how do you define master and slave?"

Jada responded, "Uh...well, you know...where he can do whatever he wants and you do whatever he says."

I seized the opportunity that Jada had unwittingly provided and turned towards Tommy, looked deep into his eyes, and said, "Then...yes. By that definition, he is my master and I am his slave."

I could see in Tommy's eyes that he understood and, as he leaned down and softly kissed me, I felt we had just experienced a defining moment.

Haden, visibly fascinated, then blurted, "What does he whip you with?"

Roselyn got up and stormed from the room as I said, "Just give me a minute..." I turned to Tommy, motioned for him to bend closer, and whispered, "Do you have any floggers in the 'vette?"

A bit hesitant, he whispered, "Yeah...a deer skin and a pony's tail...why?"

I moved closer to his ear and softly asked, "Could you get the pony's tail?"

I knew he wouldn't want to and I could see that he wanted to protest but he just sighed, excused himself, and went to the car. I couldn't help but feel proud that my man, the man to whom I belonged, would do that for me without arguing.

I turned back to Haden and said, "He'll be back in a minute but, to answer your question, there are a variety of whips and other things. We have several horse hair floggers, which we call pony's tails, and we have rubber, leather, and deer skins. There are also leather straps, tawses, paddles, and feathers."

Marin interjected with, "Feathers? He whips you with feathers?"

Chuckling I replied, "I wouldn't exactly call it whipping but, depending on how you're bound and how ticklish you are, the torment can be equal to a whip any day. It's terrible and wonderful all at the same time."

Haden then asked, "What are tawses?"

"A 'tawse' is a leather strap." I answered, "The ones we have are extra heavy weight, two tail, Lochgelly tawses. They cause extremely severe pain but they don't break the skin or leave permanent marks."

I had described the strap in a very matter-of-fact tone but the reaction of all in the room was silence and incredulous stares.

Just then, Tommy came back in and there were a few oos and aws, especially from the girls, as they noticed the beautiful horse hair flogger in his hand. He handed it to me as he took his seat and I held it up and said, "This is a pony's tail flogger. This is a real good one, made from horse hair; it's our favourite."

Marin asked if she could hold it so I handed it to her then looked up at Tommy. He looked back and I could see he was a little puzzled as he leaned down and said, "You know, it's not up to us to 'spread the faith' here. What are you doing?"

I leaned in close and whispered, "My utmost to make this the worst night that Roselyn has ever had."

He laughed out loud, leaned back, and said, "Knock yourself out, kid!"

I stood up and said to Marin, "Would you like to try it?"

She quickly handed the whip back, sat down, and said, "OH, I don't think so...no, no!"

Everyone laughed as I handed the flogger to Tommy and held out my forearm, palm up. He sighed again but stood up and adjusted my position so people could get a good view then leisurely dragged the hair tips lightly over my skin. I closed my eyes and moaned a little as the tickly strands slowly caressed my forearm. Our audience fell deathly silent when Tommy started to windmill the whip and I opened my eyes to see the girls staring wide-eyed at the spinning flogger. Then, between swirls, he laid four fairly hard lashes up my arm, all of which caused me to wince a bit and drew startled OHs from the crowd. He then repeated the gentle tickling with the tips of the hair and the combination of the sting and tickle caused me to involuntarily shudder.

Suddenly Haden jumped up and said, "Okay, I'll give it a try!"

I sat down amidst some giggling and teasing aimed at Haden and her adventurous spirit, then Tommy positioned her arm and essentially repeated what he had done with me. Despite receiving much softer lashes than I, Haden was still visibly affected by the demonstration, noticeably trembling.

Ignoring protests from their husbands, both Marin and Jada requested a sampling of the pony's tail and both were clearly turned on by the little session. I looked at Tommy and we both smiled knowing we had at least four women in the room with pretty wet pussies. A thoroughly disgusted Roselyn had watched the entire exhibition from the kitchen but Gunter had remained, enjoying the show with the others.

Tommy then took my hand and said, "Well, I think we're going to head home now. Thanks for the invite, Gunter."

The girls stood and thanked me for the demonstration. Then Jada said, "I'd love to see the real thing sometime."

I thought about that for a moment then moved close to Tommy and whispered in his ear, "A couple of the girls would like to see the real thing...could we do something outside?"

Tommy's look clearly showed that he did not want to do it but he knew that I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't serious so, with a huge sigh, he replied, "Okay...out by the car but...no guys, just the girls."

I agreed and, after a few handshakes, we headed out to the car with Marin, Haden, Jada, and Cecily following. A couple of the husbands started to join us but were quickly admonished by their wives and reluctantly returned to the house. When we got by the car Tommy asked the four women to position themselves at the rear of the 'vette so as to block the view from the house then he took me aside and said, "Ally, if you're doing this to impress them on my account, there is no need...okay?"

"It's not about that, Tommy," I said, "I'd just like to show them."

He relented and we kissed then moved back beside the driver's side rear fender of the car. The 'vette was fairly isolated and it was dark, but there was enough moonlight for Tommy to see what he was doing so I turned towards him and put my arms straight up. The girls were really startled when he grabbed the hem of the dress and quickly pulled the stretchy garment up, over my arms, and off; he just stuck it in his pocket. Naked and already terribly aroused, I turned, leaned down with my elbows on the trunk of the car, spread my feet, and arched my back down.

Wasting no time, Tommy began to windmill the pony's tail and immediately laid rapid, downward lashes to my butt cheeks. The first few caused my knees to buckle a bit but I was able to quickly regain my stance and, although I wanted to be fairly quiet, I couldn't suppress a steady "MMMMMMMM..."

My eyes were closed but I could hear the whispered gasps of the girls mixed with the swooshes and swacks of the flogger as the whip strolled down the inside of my legs and back up my inner thighs. I was beginning to pant and had to really focus on containing the urge to scream out loud. Tommy painted my rear end and legs several times before finally stopping the lash, leaning down and whispering for me to turn.

I could feel myself dripping as I turned, spread my legs, put my hands behind my head, and thrust out my chest. I turned my head towards the four women and, before I closed my eyes, I smiled at their expressions of shock and...I was pretty sure...envy.

I gasped as the flogger began to lash at my boobs; from my chest and slowly out to my nipples. First he used downward strokes to the tops then upward strokes to the undersides. I had to take quick gasps of air then hold my breath to avoid shrieking from the stinging lashes and the slow burn in my abdomen was quickly becoming a four alarm blaze. Tommy worked my breasts for quite a while before I felt the whip drift down to my tummy and abdomen.

As he began to lash the inside of my thighs I tightened my muscles and screwed my face up, preparing to try and stay quiet when Tommy went for the gold.

"OHHHHHHHH...GAWWWWD...TOMMY!" It was the best I could do. It was a whisper but loud and hoarse...it actually hurt my throat. As my orgasm blasted from my belly Tommy moved in close and, with one arm around my waist, continued his amazing soft lashing between my legs, teasing my pussy from anus to clit. I leaned my head into his shoulder and convulsed against him with my hips attempting to push against the whip. The gentle lashes touched then disappeared, touched then disappeared; it was like trying to hump snowflakes.

Tommy stopped the lash and pulled me close but, before he could kiss me, I turned to the four girls and said, "Could you leave us alone now?"

They graciously agreed, said a few quick goodbyes, and went back to the house. I turned my head back and we kissed that long, deep kiss that brings me down so nice. After a minute or so, we stopped the embrace and Tommy took another wad of tissue from his pocket and moved to wipe between my legs but I said, "No, not yet please, Tommy...Which one is Roselyn's car?"