Firm of Pleasure

Chapter Two. 12-2

He motioned, and a drink was brought to Him. He led me towards the back of the bar, where the cries of the beaten could be heard over the rhythmic music. i felt a chill in my stomach that was a combination of fear and anticipation. Oh, Joce, i had no idea of what to expect. i guess that’s the most difficult part of being His, the fact that i can ask no questions, only do what He tells me to do.

He approached the racks, and i shivered. No, not the racks. He delicately helped me to rise, caressed my cheek and lay a soft kiss on my forehead.. i warmed with pleasure while He removed the leash and left the collar on my throat. He raised my hands above my head and affixed them into manacles that were attached to an eyehook. It was so high that i had to stand tiptoe.

Then He pointed, and two women pulled my legs apart and manacled each ankle, and attached them to strong eye-screws in the cement floor, creating a “V” with my legs, exposing my s*x and breasts for all to see.

And they did more than see. Dominick turned to the watching crowd, lifted my chin with his finger, and announced, “This is my slave. Tonight, i feel generous. Her snatch is open to any Master or Mistress who wishes their submissive to partake of the delicacies within.”

Despite myself, i was wet immediately from His command. my mouth went dry, and my eyes sought His desperately, pleadingly. He approached me, revealing a swatch of black silk in His hands, which He affixed so that i could not see.

my breathing quickened as He stepped away and I hung there, open for all. my senses seemed to heighten; i could smell people around me, their excitement, the sharp odor of sudden sweat. Their breaths blew upon my skin, and light fingers touched my breasts.

“No,” Dominick’s voice cracked like thunder. “I have told you what may be done. That is all.”

As always, He looked out for me. Still, i tensed when i felt the first small hands on my thighs, the long nails caressing the flesh and raising goose bumps. A tongue flicked out, lightly, and i shivered. There was the sound of flesh being struck, and then my lower lips were parted and the unknown person began to lap at me. It was amazing. i came within seconds, my body convulsing, crying out. All around me, i heard applause and knew that i was on show.

Somehow, that didn’t upset me too terribly. There was a delicious languor about me, as another pleasured me, then another. All in all, i had seven women taste me, and all brought me to orgasm. Some were delicate and gentle, and others were rough and passionate. But Joce, i’ve never been so satiated as i was at that time.

When Dominick took me home that evening, He took me so savagely, so fiercely, that i knew that i had pleased Him. There’s such a peace in that…

Peace. Jocelyn sighed, holding the letter to her full chest. Peace. Would she ever be lucky enough to experience the same peace her friend did? Or was Nan just lucky, able to have everything that she sought in life, while other people had to be content with sharing their juicy lives vicariously?

She thought back indifferently to the boy who had just recently been atop her, and sighed. What she sought wasn’t going to be found in people like him. But where to find it?

CHAPTER ONE

Ennui Explored

Jocelyn Silvers, as usual, was bored. Her hand crept to her full lips as she failed to stifle a yawn, and then returned to its customary position in her lap. She sat at her cubicle, hazel eyes faltering, lids difficult to keep open. She shook her head in a vain attempt to awaken herself, the brown curls of her hair bouncing about her shoulders. It was much shorter than it had been in college, but she was no longer a young girl. She was still full of dreams though, all of them unfulfilled. The incessant ringing of the phones in the center jangled her nerves to breaking, but despite the noise she felt that she could take a nap.

“Tired?” beside her, Billy interrupted the stillness of her lack of reverie, and she turned to him with irritation, and then forced a smile. At eighteen, he was ten years her junior – thin, skin not quite yet clear, but with an engaging grin and bright blue eyes that seemed misplaced in his natural coloring. He was cute in a sweet way, and he reminded her of one of her lovers in college. So open, so fresh. At the time, it wasn’t at all what she wanted, but she was willing to try anything now. She had been through a dry spell sexually, and while m**********n took off the edge, there was no substitute for the feel of someone inside her, someone creating a rhythm of passion that drove her to ecstasy. She didn’t know if she could expect that with Billy, but there was a part of her willing to try.

Amidst the loud buzzing of the phones, she snuck a look at his profile as he answered his. Hers rang and she answered it. She began the rote speak, at then made a moue with her lips when the caller hung up in her ear. She hated that.

“How rude,” she murmured, almost inaudibly.

Her gaze slipped to Billy again. Her imagination, always vivid, began to come to life as she watched him handle his customer with aplomb and an ease that belied his young years. There was something arresting about him, beyond his youth. Her fantasies took over and her eyes clouded as she allowed herself the luxury of daydreaming.

She rose, approached him. “I can’t stand it anymore,” she whispered as she leaned down and unzipped his pants. He sprung forth, hard and huge and ready for her. She was already wet, and pulled her skirt up around her waist, revealing her lack of underwear as she straddled him. He slid into her with ease, and she gasped at the full sensation and almost pain of such a large p***s entering her. Shocked, yet obviously not objecting, Billy placed his hands around her waist and began to move her, up and down.

She leaned down to kiss his wide mouth, her tongue exploring his. He was remarkably talented as a kisser, and she felt her passion rise. As she continued her movement, his hands rose to grasp her full breasts, pinching the n*****s hard, then caressing the soft, heavy globes.

Around them, her coworkers gathered, watching the show. Some laughed in derision, others stood in disapproval with their arms crossed and eyes hard, but most enjoyed the spectacle of their fellow telemarketer being ridden by the woman who sat next to him and said very little to any of them.

“w***e,” one woman condemned, as Jocelyn quickened her pace, feeling an inescapable sensation rising in her, bringing her closer and closer to completion. “Filthy whore.” The word drove her towards her goal.

“Oh, yes I am,” and then she came, crying out. Billy was brought to the brink by the tightening of the muscles of her vaginal walls around him and her vocal expression of pleasure, and he poured himself into her, fingers digging into her breasts, leaving delicious bruises that would be there for at least a week or so.

Jocelyn sat a moment, the boy still inside her, catching her breath and leaning against his thin chest. His heart was pounding. Finally, she rose, allowed her skirts to drop and faced her coworkers brazenly.

“Nothing more to see here,” she told them, “unless one of you wants a turn?” Her gaze fell on the woman who had called her a w***e, a woman who was devoutly religious and critical of everyone around her. “You, Cathy?”

Cathy licked her lips. “I …” Her lusty desire was written on her face, but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything. After all, she wasn’t supposed to feel that anything existed between her legs; of course the heat there was just imaginary. The man closest to her pushed her forward and Cathy gasped as she fell at Jocelyn’s feet and looked up at her. Jocelyn, with Billy’s juices dripping down her thighs, motioned and reluctantly, the woman came forward, her hands reaching upwards under the skirt …

“Hey, Jocelyn, are you alright?” Billy tapped her shoulder, and the woman broke from her imaginings. Ah well, Cathy would have to wait. Many things waited for later. She should write this down, so she could visit them whenever she wished. Other people wrote this stuff, why not her? Of course, her grammar was not the best, nor was her spelling. Maybe she could dictate it to someone. Ha. Like she could afford that.

“Are you alright?” he repeated, and his eyes shone with concern.

“I’m fine, Billy.”

“That’s good. Hey, I have a date tonight!” he was so proud of himself that it was charming, even though she envied him the date. It had been so long since she had one

“That’s nice,” she forced herself to smile brightly, encouraging him. He was a sweet boy. He deserved his date.

“What are you doing tonight?” There was hope in his tone, as if he wanted her to come back with something exciting, something that would equal his date.

Jocelyn sighed ruefully. What did she ever do? She went home, she watched something on the television or a VHS – she couldn’t afford a DVD player on her salary, much less purchase the DVD’s she’d like to have – and then went to bed after m**********g. She got up the next morning, came to this mind-numbing work, and did it all over again. Weekends were more of the same; just insert mind-numbing housework for the mind-numbing work. “I’m just staying in,” she told him. “I don’t have any plans, really.”

“Gee, that’s too bad. You need to get out more,” and then thankfully, his phone rang and he had to answer it. It kept Jocelyn from saying what she wanted to say in response. Get out more? Oh sure, like she wanted to roam around the city by herself, one of those pathetic woman at whom no one looked twice. She could envision herself at the movie theatre, alone, finding solace in a tub of popcorn, or sitting at the bar nursing a drink and looking around hungrily at the men who ignored her, the men who would move in, shark like, to capture the younger and slimmer women who laughed loudly and wore too much lipstick. Ugh. No thank you.

Billy’s practiced answer to his phone was professional and older-sounding than his true age. “Hello, thank you for calling Sell Cell. How many plans will you be purchasing today?”

At least the customers called in instead of the workers having to call out. However, the customers were suckered with wild promises for a cellular plan that was useless unless they purchased the upgrades, the phone and a yearlong service plan. It was Jocelyn’s job to make them buy those upgrades and be happy about it. She loathed her job. People were short with her, and it wasn’t in her nature to push them. In fact, she preferred being told what to do, rather than encouraging people to do something, especially something they didn’t want. She also hated when they snapped at her, or hung up on her. Even though she knew she shouldn’t, she took it very personally.

Get out more. Ha. There was a lot she needed to get, and “out” wasn’t necessarily part of it. Get it in. Get something, get her hunger satisfied.

Her glance fell on the petite Cathy of her fantasies, and her mind wandered yet again …

The older woman came over to her and pulled Jocelyn’s woolen skirt up a bit to reveal her knees. “Open your legs,” Cathy demanded. A slight trembling in Jocelyn’s thighs preceded her following this order, and then the woman crawled under the desk of her cubicle. From there, Cathy ordered, “Turn your chair around – and don’t let anyone know what’s happening.”

Jocelyn did as she was told, then felt Cathy’s hot mouth moving up her legs, past her knees. She drew in her breath, sharply, and Billy looked over at her.