Ann Does Europe

At last he was ready, and Ann steadied herself against Paolo as Antonio waggled his quite large cock slowly into her back passage. Ann had never been so full in all her life, and she could actually feel Antonio`s cock sliding into place next to Paulo`s, who was lying stock still now as his friend entered Ann.

Once Ann was full of cock in both holes the two boys began to move in and out, but she shrieked as it was agony, and she told Paulo, "One in, one out!" He translated for Antonio and then they slowly built up a coordinated rhythm as one slid in as the other slid out. Ann had never been double penetrated before, but once the guys built up a steady, synchronized rhythm she knew that she was going to become a fan. Her first small climax arrived after less than a minute and when the two guys spurted inside her nearly at the same time her orgasm shook her body with such force that Antonio was expelled forcibly from her arse as she shuddered on top of Paulo.

When Ann felt able to walk again she gathered up her clothing, kissed both of the boys passionately before walking naked across the hall and into her own room. As the door closed behind her she leant back on it laughing her head off at her crazy evening. This action would definitely not be in her report to daddy. A long shower was followed by Ann packing her now dry clothes into her bag ready for her departure tomorrow. She planned to sleep in before making her way to the station. Paolo had told her to just leave the keys in the post box and he would pick them up when he came home from work.

Ann woke up at nearly mid-day. Every bone in her body ached and her pussy throbbed. I`m to old for all these sexual gymnastics she pondered as she spent her time in the bathroom shaving and letting the warm water massage her exhausted muscles. When she eventually left the room an hour later she saw neither Antonio nor Paulo. She deposited the key in the box as Paulo had asked then wandered towards the main station.

When she was in sight of the huge façade of the station she found a pizzeria with outside seating and sat down. After ordering a glass of wine and a pizza that cost more than the two the boys had bought yesterday she relaxed. Eating her pizza she engaged in her favourite game of people watching. It appeared to her that every woman in Milan could have graced the cover of Vogue, and she started to feel terribly under dressed in her jeans and U2 T-shirt. Every woman that walked past seemed to have just come from a hairdressers, manicure and professional makeup artist. They were all smartly dressed, even if just out for a stroll, and the amount of rings, necklaces and other jewellery would have seen them mugged in ten minutes in Central London.

Her train was at five, so she took her time and ordered a delicious Tiramisu after following the theory that she had used up enough calories last night to enable herself this sweet treat. A relaxing afternoon ended with her paying the exorbitant bill, then lugging her bag across the street and into the station. There was an express train to Vienna that left in the morning, but she had chosen the overnight sleeper to enhance the adventure. It took about four hours longer, but Ann loved travelling by train so she didn`t mind, plus she had nowhere to be.

After locating her sleeping car and stowing her bags she strolled to the bar and sat staring out of the window at the Alps in the distance as the train rumbled through the countryside towards Austria. She sat there for nearly three hours, until the windows went dark as the sun vanished from the sky. Ann drank two glasses of a nice white wine in this time and then decided to hit the sack. She had a private cabin so her pussy would get a rest tonight, and her bum too she thought. Grinning to herself she pulled the sheet over her head and let the clickety-clack of the train`s wheels lull her into a contented sleep.

Chapter 4- Vienna

Ann woke up when the train whistle blared. Looking out of her window she could see that they had stopped at a small station. There were border guards from both Italy and Austria chatting together on the platform. Neither seemed interested in investigating who was on the train. The freedom of movement laws in the EU had more or less made their jobs redundant. A few minutes later the train chugged out of the station and Ann went to get a coffee from the bar.

Sipping her strong coffee she stared with awe at the mountainous landscape they were passing through. Even though it was July there was still snow on some of the higher peaks and the panorama before her was truly breath-taking. Ann took many pictures with her small camera, and some with her phone. The ones on the phone she attached to a WhatsApp message to her mother and then she spent the next twenty minutes writing to her father about her PG rated adventures in Milan.

Another cup of coffee arrived and a fabulous pastry. Ann was just settling her bill as conductor announced there were twenty minutes to go until Vienna.

Ann had booked a nice hotel right in the centre of Vienna. She had looked for a cheaper option on her phone last night, but all the affordable rooms had a shared bathroom, or the pictures made the places look uninhabitable, so she had splurged on a Marriot.

When she arrived in her room she was pleasantly surprised. It was luxurious compared to her hotel in Paris and the apartment in Milan. Ann spent a good hour in the bathroom before heading out to explore. She had just one day in Vienna, so she was determined to make the most of it. She picked up a cheap guide book at a small bookstore and spent the day traipsing the streets as she tried to hit every landmark before sundown. She failed miserably in that quest but still had an enjoyable day. Sitting at a little café a drinking a large glass of the local Gösser beer she slipped off her shoes and massaged her poor feet.

Deciding to go back to her hotel and change before trying a bistro that had rave ratings on TripAdvisor she plugged the address into Google maps and the little arrow was showing her it was a ten-minute walk. She groaned at the thought, but set off with her mobile in hand.

The phone directed her through little side streets and then down an alley as the App now said less than 2 minutes. Walking past boarded up shops and piles of trash she was half way down the alley when she came across a quaint little shop with a weathered wood façade and a huge, dirty front window. The peeling painted sign above the shop told her it was called Pleasure and Pain.

Ann cupped her hands around her eyes and stared into the dusty window, then jumped backwards with a start. Laughing at her stupidity she looked again and saw that it was just a dummy that had scared her. In her ddefence it was a scary dummy though she reasoned, as it was dressed in a latex hood with zips for the mouth and eyes. Now she was under no illusions of the meaning of the sign.

She had always been fascinated by the BDSM side of sex. She and Kieran had gone through a phase of bondage and spanking, but he wasn`t really into it, and the ropes and canes had stayed at the bottom of their wardrobe. Ann, on the other hand had quite enjoyed their role plays and remembered a couple of particularly erotic nights when she had played the slave girl and he had ordered her about, then another night she was the naughty schoolgirl and he had delivered her six of the best with an old bamboo cane. She had nearly worn Kieran out on both those occasions as the playing had made her hot as hell.

Her interest piqued, she tried the door and to her undisguised amazement it opened at her touch. Walking inside the dim, dusty room she cast her eyes around a small room that was cluttered with every kind of S & M paraphernalia she could imagine. There were latex suits like that she had seen in the window. Canes, paddles and straps of every description. There were huge dildoes, vibrators and strap-on dicks. Nipple clamps, handcuffs and other restraints. It was a deviant´s paradise she thought as she flicked through a rack of magazines attached to one wall.

Ann was studying a picture of a young blonde tied to a cross with bright red lines across her thighs, bum and lower back that had apparently been made by a man in the picture holding a long cane. Surprising even herself she found herself strangely aroused by the picture. Flicking through the rest of the pages she saw many other similar pictures and on a whim she decided to buy it.

Walking to the counter she found nobody. There was a small bell however, and she rang it. Seconds later a heavy curtain parted, and an impeccably dressed older man stared at her. He must have been late forties or even early fifties, but he was still a strikingly handsome man with a thick shock of brown hair with a few streaks of grey. His angular face was dominated by piercing green eyes like a cat, and he showed no pleasure that he had a customer as he barked, "Was brauchen Sie Fraulein!"

Ann was a little taken aback by his demeanour and wilted under his icy stare, her eyes dropping to the dirty wooden floor, "So...Sorry...English. I wanted..erm..to buy this...erm....magazine..please:"

The man snatched the magazine from her hand, turned it over to read the price tag and said in English, "30€!"

"But that price tag says 5€," Ann replied indignantly.

"Are you questioning me slave?" the man shot back.

"I´m not a slave," Ann mumbled but her eyes dropped from his once more.

"But I think you want to be though." He smiled, but there was no mirth in it, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

"No I don`t, thank you very much, I was just interested in the subject.", but Ann couldn`t maintain eye contact with the man, who continued to appraise her as if she was a piece of freshly butchered meat.

"Do you want the magazine or not? I am a busy man and have no time to waste here with a stupid girl that doesn't know what she really wants."

Ann threw three 10€ notes on the counter and turned to leave. As she was walking away from him he spoke in a stern voice, "If you figure out what you really want slave, return, the shop closes punctually at nine, do not be late!" Ann left through the front door at the same time as he passed back through the curtain into the depths of the shop.

Ann leaned against the stone wall of the alley. It was a warm evening, but her body was covered in chills. Was it excitement or fear? She wasn`t sure as she made her way the final hundred yards to the hotel on Bambi like legs.

Once in her room she lay on the bed and pulled the newly purchased magazine from her bag. As she skimmed the pages her arousal built. She had never consciously thought of herself as submissive, but as she lay on the soft hotel bed scanning pictures of scantily clad women in various poses of bondage, subjugation and being punished the realisation dawned that she had been the submissive one in her marriage. Whatever Kieran had wanted they did, be that in bed or where they went for an occasional meal.

Ann had been dominant the previous night with Paolo and Antonio, but maybe that was because they had allowed her to orchestrate the evening. With Simone and then Veronica and Guy the realisation hit her like a hammer. They had set the pace of their sexual liaison, and whilst she had been a willing participant the others were the driving force.

The magazine had been printed in England, so the writing was all in that language. As she looked once more at the girl strapped to the cross that had first caught her eye in the shop she saw that there was an accompanying short story of Master and Slave that culminated in her being tied to the cross and punished most severely. She read the story with her hand busy under her short skirt as she fingered her drenched pussy. As Ann urgently turned the pages to find the end of the story she felt her climax explode at her core. It was without doubt one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had by her own hand, and she lay on the bed panting like a dog in a locked car in August. Once she came down from her orgasmic high she finished the final few paragraphs, then closed the covers of the shiny magazine.

After a minute of reflection Ann now knew that she definitely had a submissive side. How deep, and to what extent she wasn`t sure. Glancing at her phone and seeing that it was twenty past eight she panicked slightly. Ann already knew she was going back to the shop. Why she was going, and what would happen there she wasn`t totally sure, but she knew that she mustn't be late.

Her showering, shaving and hair washing took twenty minutes. By the time she had selected what to wear it was already ten to nine as she took the elevator down to the lobby.Her heels sounded loud on the marble floor of the foyer before she hastened out of the door and down the dark alley.

Ann opened the door to the shop at exactly two minutes to nine and the distinguished gentleman from earlier was sitting in a leather armchair that she hadn`t noticed on her previous visit. He was holding a glass of amber coloured liquid in one hand that smelt like whiskey, and in the other was a cigarette. As Ann burst through the door he took a long sip from the glass, dragged hard on the cigarette before blowing a large plume of greyish-blue smoke into the air. It was as if he had been waiting for her.

The man eyed her up and down and said simply, "Knees!"

Ann surprised herself when she automatically fell to her knees. The wooden floor hurt her bare skin. Ann had dressed in her blouse and short skirt, with her only pair of heels. Underneath was the burnt-orange underwear that had been a gift from Veronica, the panties of which were already sticking uncomfortably to the slick lips of her pussy.

"I knew you would come Slave, but I want to know why you are here. Are you a devotee, or just inquisitive. You already know you are submissive in nature, perhaps you want to know to what extent." All the time he spoke he punctuated each sentence with a drag on the cigarette.

"Everything you just said is correct Mr............!"

"You may call me Master!"

"Yes Master! I want to learn. I need to know who I am!" Ann was speaking louder and louder.

"Do you want me to punish you slave? Or how did you anticipate this evening would go when you entered. I know the magazine that you bought excited you. Do you want to experience what those women in the photos did, or do you just enjoy looking at another being thrashed painfully."

Ann was quiet for a moment then whispered, "I think........I think that I would like to be one of those women Master. Can you show me?"

At last he smiled. It wasn`t a pleasant smile, and it reminded her of Kaa the snake in the Jungle Book.

"I can show you, but first remember this word. Pineapple" She looked at him with a quizzical look and then nodded, "That is your safe word. If you say this word we will stop immediately, and you will leave the shop and never return. Are we understood?"

"Yes Master."

"Good now follow me." He stood and crushed out his cigarette in a big, brass ashtry and placed his now empty glass on the table. Without another word he passed through the heavy curtains and Ann followed meekly after him. The butterflies in her stomach were the size of golden eagles but she was resolute in her desire to find out if this was something that she wanted, not only now but in the future.

Behind the curtain was an unlit corridor and some stairs heading downwards to a cellar. Ann took a deep breath and followed "Master" down the stairs and into a brightly lit room that could only be described as a dungeon.

There was a cross similar to that she had seen in the magazine. All manner of objects for flagellation hung from the walls. There was a high-backed wooden chair with restraints for both ankles and wrists. There was a bench similar to the gymnastic horse they had used in PE at school. The was a table with all kinds of clamps, plugs and dildoes.

Ann`s stomach did a flip. "What the fuck have I got myself into." she said under her breath, and as she stared around gaping she nearly missed his soft-spoken question, "What is it that arouses you about our lifestyle? Is it the punishment side such as you saw in the magazine, or are you attracted to giving yourself to a man to do as he wishes with you. I need to know that before we continue, but first remove you blouse and skirt and kneel".

The second part of his speech was easy, and Ann complied rapidly. Shedding her blouse and skirt she knelt on the cold stone floor before him as she tried to decide how to answer the first part. After a minute she said softly, "I think that I am curious about it all Master, but for tonight I want to experience how that girl in the magazine felt."

"I see. In that case this will be easy. Do you see the punishment as part of a sexual ritual that ends with sex?"

Ann thought carefully before she answered, "Yes! I think so. I think that if I was punished as she was Master, then I would be so turned on that there would be a need for some kind of a sexual release Master!"

"So if I thrashed you with a cane you would want to suck my cock, or would you`re own release be more important to you?"

Ann`s mouth went dry as she imagined herself blowing the older man when she had no clue even what his name was, however, the thought of being told to do it was a complete turn on for her and so she said carefully, "I think Master, that if you commanded me to suck your dick I would do it willingly and derive sexual satisfaction from my subservience. I hope that you understand my answer!"

"Perfectly Slave. Now let`s begin. Come here and remember the word I told you earlier." Ann moved from her knees and stood before him, her hands at her sides. Roughly he used both hands to pull her bra cups down so that her breasts rested on top, totally bare and pushed upwards by the bras underwiring. He pinched both nipples at the same time. Not gently as Veronica and Simone had teased her. This was meant to cause pain, and it did. Ann felt her eyes watering as he pinched and twisted her pink nipples until they were a dull red, but also she noticed, were as hard as pebbles.

Turning his back on Ann he picked up two small clamps from the table and placed one on each of her sore nipples. The pain was excruciating, and Ann formed the letter P on her lips but did not complete the word.

The Master flicked both clamps with his finger and the jolts of agony spread from her breasts to her groin, where her panties were already soaked through. Once satisfied he led Ann towards the padded top of the bench by pulling on one of the clamps. Ann`s nipple stretched agonisingly before she moved to keep pace with him. Once at the bench he placed one hand in the middle of Ann`s back and exerted pressure until Ann bent at the waist, the clamps on her nipples rubbing against the padded top and sending more bolts of fire throughout her body.

Ann felt the Master aggressively tugging her panties half way down her thighs and then his hand gently ran over the exposed globes of her arse. She heard him move away and then return, but couldn`t see what he was doing. Since they had begun he had said not one word to her but now he spoke in an even tenor, "Slave, you will count each stroke until we reach ten. If you fail to count we will start at the beginning. Understood?"

Ann`s voice was croaky with fear as she said, "Yes Master!"

She heard the whistle the stick made just before the explosion of pain in her buttocks. If it hadn`t been for the bench she would have collapsed to the floor. All breath was gone from her lungs as she tried to speak. The pain was coursing through her body as the second blow landed just above this first. The same mind-numbing stinging spread like a fire across her bum but she remembered to say, "Two!" in a whisper.