Chapter Six

Dane continued to pet me…

Dane continued to pet me, his two fingers sliding in and out between the clamps chained to my labia, while I held on to the base of his penis. No man had ever taken me to the edge of an orgasm with his fingers and held me there as Dane had done. I looked at him with hooded eyes and parted lips as he petted me.

“It feels so good, Sire,” I said, tilting my head back.

“Do you like to have your body in bondage to me?”

I bit my lower lip in response.

“Shut your eyes, submissive,” he said.

I complied. I heard him rustling around inside the bag of toys and then felt something round and hard touching the lips of my vagina. I opened my eyes slightly and saw Dane was sitting beside me and holding an enormous artificial pink penis in his hand. He squeezed some lubrication on the tip and began to slide the sex toy in and out. The walls of my sheath stretched open to accommodate and swallow the long thick object, a little at a time. After using more lubrication, Dane placed my hand over my clitoris as he slid the pink penis in and out, deeper and deeper. I rubbed my fingertips over my clit as he pumped it into me until I felt like I was about to explode. I’d never been stimulated in such an intense manner. I let go of my inhibitions and gave myself over to the pleasure, making loud panting sounds, longing for another sex toy to violate my second opening.

Then, for the first time, it happened. As he pulled the penis all the way to the lips of my vagina in preparation for his next thrust, I shifted my hips back and involuntarily squeezed the muscles of my ass together. Pressing down firmly on my clit with my fingers, a stream of fluid suddenly shot out of my vagina in three successive quick bursts. Like a fountain, it splashed directly on Dane’s body and all over his bed sheets, soiling them.

I couldn’t believe what had happened. My first thought was, after having so much sex in such a short period of time, did I have a UTI? Had I picked up some sort of infection? I was so embarrassed I couldn’t talk. I felt much more humiliated than I did after what happened in Richie’s office, which seemed like a million years ago now. Thankfully, the fluid didn’t smell like urine. I immediately turned my head and buried my face in the pillow case. I finally had a boyfriend, sort of, and on our second night together I squirted… something wet… all over him. I couldn’t believe I was unable to control my bladder, like a new puppy that hadn’t been housebroken. I curled up in a ball on my side and wished I could just disappear. Dane gently turned my body over to face him, but I cast my eyes downward in shame.

“Look at me, Veronica…”

I took a deep breath and looked up, surprised to see his bright eyes and warm smile. His torso and arms were still dripping from the awful sticky fluid I’d splattered on his skin. I looked down and saw several soggy wet spots on the bed. I’ll have to change the sheets now, I thought. Did I have any clean ones or were they all in the dirty laundry? What the hell is wrong with me?

“It wasn’t urine, Veronica, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Dane said. “What you just experienced was a female ejaculation.”

“What?”

“I know it’s rare, but a few women have the ability to ejaculate fluid when they reach an orgasm, just like men. It was thought for years to be urine, but tests proved conclusively the fluid has a different chemical composition. Just like when a man ejaculates, the muscular contractions close off the bladder and prevent the passage of urine. So don’t worry, it’s definitely not urine.”

Dane made me feel a little better.

“What was it then?” I asked.

“From what I’ve read, right before and during an orgasm, the female body goes into a spasm, during which most women secrete a slick substance from their vaginal walls to help with lubrication during sex. In some women a clear fluid, like nectar from your body, is shot out with great force through the urethra. Veronica, you’re the first woman I’ve been with who was able to do it. What did it feel like?”

“It felt like I had to pee and I couldn’t hold back. Then I felt this spasm as you described, followed by this amazing release. It was an awesome feeling, though kind of embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. Your ability to have such an enormous sexual response makes you even more valuable as a submissive. If it ever happens again and you feel the need to release, don’t be ashamed or embarrassed about it. Just let go and enjoy the sensation, no matter what happens, OK?”

“OK… I have to change these sheets. They’re drenched.”

“We can do that later. Are you hungry?”

“I’m starving.”

“I feel like taking you out to dinner. I know the perfect place.”

After we showered, Dane dressed me in a see through short, tight, black mesh dress, black sheer stockings and heels and a tiny G-String. My breasts and ass were completely revealed through the material. The only part of my body that was partially covered was my vagina, but the G-String was so small it slipped into the opening so that the outer folds of my labium could clearly be seen. Dane dressed sharply as always in his military uniform.

I was excited to go out on our first real date. Dane drove me to this fancy resort in the foothills of Mt. Lemon. A valet opened the door for us and we got out. Several of the employees began raking their eyes over my exposed breasts and ass, as well as my G-string under the see-through material of my dress. Luckily, being raised in a nudist colony prepared me to have my body exposed. It was only flesh, after all, but still I felt a little uncomfortable to be the only one walking around the exclusive resort, basically naked.

At the entrance of the restaurant, we waited in line to speak with the maître de. It was pretty busy and the place was packed. I began getting nasty looks from the other people who were also waiting for a table. Women sneered at me just like they did at the drug store and the men just stared and drooled. When it was our turn, the maître de gave us this pager that would buzz and light up when a table became available for us. We waited together on a bench under the arms of a majestic Saguaro Cactus. I shivered as the temperature began to drop and Dane put his arm around me. I was happy to be out with my new boyfriend, even though I could tell everyone who looked at me thought I was his whore for the night. Earlier in the day looks made me ashamed, but now I just felt a sense of defiance. I looked back at them with a cold glare. Yes, that’s right. I’m his whore. I swallowed his semen and let him come in my ass. I liked it and I want to do it again. I’m his submissive/slave, so what?

A man in an expensive suit came over to greet us a moment later. He stood above us, staring down at my boobs. Let him look, I thought. They’re pretty and plump.

“Is our table ready?” Dane asked.

When he spoke to Dane, he never looked at me once.

“Are you staying here at the resort, Officer?” the man asked.

“No, we’re just here for dinner.”

“Then I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Why?” Dane asked.

“The resort management is receiving complaints.”

“About what?”

“About the way your… date… is dressed. If you would like to have her change into something more appropriate, we’ll be happy to give you a table. There are some very stylish summer dresses in our gift shop within the main building I could show you.”

Dane handed the man the valet ticket for his car.

“No thank you. Please have our car brought around.”

“Yes sir. I’m sorry, Officer.”

The man eyed my breasts one more time and left. The car pulled up and the valet opened the door, all eyes on the curves of my ass. We got in.

“Well, that was embarrassing,” I said.

“This world is not quite ready for you, Ms. Wells,” Dane replied.

Dane drove off the grounds of the resort.

“Everyone was staring at my breasts and my back side,” I said, ashamed.

“I noticed. Did it bother you to be stared at Veronica?” Dane asked.

“Not as much this time.”

“Good. We’re making progress…”

We drove in silence. Dane stopped off at a gourmet pizza place. I had heard it was expensive, but they made the best pizzas in Tucson. After asking what I preferred on it, Dan went in and ordered a large vegetarian pizza for us. As we waited in the car to pick it up, we had a little chat.

“So, what did you think of the contract, Veronica?” he asked.

“You sure put a lot of thought into it,” I said.

“I did. I know exactly what I want in the relationship. The question is do you want to give it to me?”

I nodded, nervously.

“Do you have any concerns with what you read?”

“To be honest, a little.”

“Which parts, specifically?”

All of it, I wanted to say.

“Well, I guess, uhh, to start with, it seems so final. Like a marriage. For life…”

“While most contracts like this are set for short periods of time, I’m already convinced you’re the one I’ve been waiting for, Veronica. The length of time is not negotiable for me. If you sign it, you will be my sub, with the duties and responsibilities I described therein, for life. I want you, Veronica, on contract, to be my submissive, not for a three month trial period, but until the day I die. If you were on the open market right now, given your looks, talent and submissive nature, every Dom in the Southwest would want a piece of you. I need the assurance that you’re mine, on contract, no matter what happens. Do you understand?”

“Yes, but this is all very new to me. It’s all happening so fast.”

“We could try out the lifestyle without signing the contract if you’d like, sort of like trying on a dress first to see if you like how it looks on you, to see if it fits, before making any long term commitments.”

“That sounds… reasonable.”

“But you have to understand, Veronica, we can certainly discuss the contract line by line, but in the end it’s non-negotiable to me. Please share your concerns with me and I’ll think about making minor adjustments perhaps, but I know exactly what I want from my submissive. So if you do decide to sign the contract, think it over carefully first and don’t enter into this lightly. Once you sign it, you are mine, completely mine, and there will be no turning back.”

“OK,” I said, nervously. “Thanks for the advice. It’s a big decision. I know you want me to tell you by tomorrow, but I think I may need more time.”

“You have forty eight hours then. I can’t wait any longer. Is that sufficient?”

“Yes, I suppose so…”

Dane took something out of his jacket pocket.

“Shut your eyes, Veronica.”

“Another surprise?”

“It’s something necessary for you, at this point.”

I shut my eyes and felt him attach something around my neck.

“OK. You can open them now.”

I looked at myself in the car’s mirror. Dane had given me a thin leather collar with a single O-ring woven into it.

“It’s pretty, Dane. Thank you.”

“I’ve wanted to give this to you all night. Please wear it for me. It symbolizes to other Doms that we’re dating. I’m afraid without you on a contract another man may steal you away from me.”

“Of course, I’ll wear it, Dane. I love it. And you shouldn’t worry about anyone taking me away from you.”

Dan picked up the pizza and I held the warm box on my bare thighs on the ride home. After changing the bed sheets, we ate our delicious pizza off paper plates in bed, Dane feeding me each slice from his hand. It was every bit as romantic as a dinner at the resort. After eating, I yawned. We undressed and like a married couple, we fell asleep cuddled up in each other’s arms.

When I awoke late the next morning, Dane had already showered, shaved and had gotten dressed in a new pressed military uniform. How many uniforms did he have stashed away in that suitcase of his?

When he saw I was awake, Dane brought me some toast and coffee. Breakfast in bed! I yawned, stretched, and then remembered I had neglected to do my morning obligation.

“Dane, I forgot to… you know…”

“Oh, I didn’t want to wake you, you were sleeping so peacefully.”

“Are you busy right now? I’m in the mood to do my duty.”

“I wish you could, but I’m running out to meet Vincent Grey at the night club. I picked out a dress and matching panties I’d like you to wear today. I laid it at the foot of your bed. Also I had time to write a contract for Mr. Stone. If you still want to follow through with the scenario I set up, make sure he signs it and gives you a copy, and don’t forget to bring home a copy of his medical clearance. If he doesn’t have it, don’t let him touch you, for your protection. Remember you are not my sub yet, at least on paper, and have no obligation to meet Mr. Stone this morning. Whatever you do, I’ll see you later tonight back here after 5. OK?”

“Sure.”

“Have a good day, baby.”

He gave me a tender kiss on the cheek like we were an old married couple, even though he was sending me off to be intimate with another man. Strange…

Dane left and I finished the breakfast he prepared. I showered, dressed and did my hair and makeup. When I picked up the light sexy “dress” Dane wanted me to wear, my first thought was, “I cannot possibly wear this out, even to Hooters.” If there was a time to turn away from this new alternative lifestyle, this was it. I took off my bath towel and slipped into the soft flimsy material, thong and fashionable white high heels and looked at myself in the mirror. It was very pretty, I had to admit. Tied at my neck, the white cowl dress had an opening which plunged all the way down to my belly and was tightly banded around my hips. Except for the tight elastic on my upper thighs, the dress rested so lightly on my skin it felt like it wasn’t even there. The thin fishnet material was completely transparent, displaying every inch of my skin. I might as well go to work topless, though I knew the fact that you could see through the dress made my body even more enticing to the eyes. Thank goodness Dane allowed me to wear the thong, though like last night, it barely covered my vagina. I looked into the mirror again and touched the slave collar Dane had given me. I looked at my breasts and they felt empty without the adornment of my nipple clamps. I touched the swollen tip of my breasts, thinking of the clause in the contract about getting my nipples pierced and adorned by jewelry. I wondered how much it would hurt. I shivered at the thought.

As I touched my nipples, my mind drifted over the contract. Thinking about what I read last night made me nervous and light-headed. Did I want to lose myself into that world? Become his submissive? His female slave? Oh God, I think I did. Every time I thought about, I became sexually excited by the idea, but also extremely frightened of it. I saw the pages of the contract on the bedside table. A pen sat on the table next to the pages. How did that get there? My hands trembled and my fingers felt twitchy to hold the pen. I shut my eyes and rubbed my forehead. It felt warm. I picked up the pen and had the idea to impulsively sign the crazy thing, clicking the button at the top several times with my thumb. Then I dropped the pen, as if it was too hot to hold in my hands.

I tried to distract myself from the contract by looking at myself in the mirror again. I took a deep breath and decided I looked pretty. There was nothing wrong with admiring the female form, I suppose. I would meet hungry customers as they walked in for lunch; they would stare at my boobs and I would smile. I would grab the menus from the hostess station and lead them to their table as they undoubtedly would watch my hips sway and the ripples of my ass muscles twitch as they walked behind me. After I seated them, I’d walk back to hide behind my station, chin up, while the entire restaurant gawked at me. It was that easy.

I checked the clock as it was already a few minutes after 10. Ever since I met Dane, time went by in a fluid passage, rather than in a precise predictable manner. My thoughts drifted over to Richie and I immediately sat back down on the bed, remembering how passionately he touched my breasts and kissed me, and how I had given him oral sex in his office just last night. I had done something so intimate to him, sucking on his penis and swallowing the semen from his body. How could I not feel close to him after that? It seemed like an eternity had passed since that moment we shared. How was I going to face him again at 10:30? What was going to happen? Wearing this outfit, I could make a pretty good guess. I liked Richie and had developed affection for him over the last two years. Kissing him and allowing him to touch me only seemed a natural expression of the way I felt for him. Though embarrassed, I was really looking forward to seeing him again. I had never been emotionally and sexually involved with two men at the same time in my life. I wasn’t sure how it was going to work out.

I kept thinking about the enormous sexual response I had experienced with Dane last night. After he had stimulated me with the penis and placed my hand over my clitoris, I remembered how the seminal fluid had gushed out of me in three exhilarating bursts. It was such an amazing release; I wondered if men felt that way when they ejaculated. The feeling was addictive and made me crave for such a deep inner release again. It made me proud to think I was capable of such an overwhelming sexual response, as a woman. It changed me, knowing I had this power inside of me. Perhaps it was time to let go of my shame and let my sensuality out, come what may.

I looked up at the clock and it was a quarter after! I picked up the envelope marked “Stone Contract”, took out the one page and looked at it briefly. I folded it up back in the envelope and ran out of the house, passing sex toys and sexy clothing strewn about everywhere. Ever since Dane appeared, I felt swept up as if in a whirlwind and my apartment had turned into an untidy stripper’s dressing room. Driving to work on Speedway, I tried to concentrate so I didn’t get into an accident, distracted by thoughts of my two lovers.

Only the busboys had arrived before 11 and were busy mopping the floor and setting up the restaurant for lunch. I went directly to Richie’s office and tapped on the door.

“Come in,” I heard Richie say.