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12, SUES FANTASY MEETS REALITY.
I have a number of on line ladies, this particular one I have never met but she turns me on like crazy with some of her sexy antics.
Finally after some months of on line sex we had the chance to meet and this is the story of that meeting.
Before we start perhaps it would be in order to describe the lady her circumstances and her passions. I shall not use her name as she needs to be anonymous, she works for a government department and it would be churlish to cause her a problem so we shall call her Sue, she has a hubby we shall call him Tom for the very same reason. He knows and is turned on by her on line chat, in fact on at least a couple of occasions has benefitted by them as we chatted.
I have a number of Pictures of Sue, including her face and I treasure those, even if we hadn’t met. She`s about 5 ft 8 tall wide hipped, generous breasts fleshy and very smackable arse, large pussy lips and a very dirty mind, he I have never met and though just a tad older than her is a sport when it comes to her and her sex-life, I have grown to like him in the background and as I hate lies and deception, insisted that he always knows what`s going on, which she (and he) have been happy about.
Now the thing is that she and I share a love of BDSM amongst other things and she found a couple of my stories a real turn on, and it took a while for me to find out which ones and why she was turned on so much, having written over 40 I thought I could pinpoint her turn on by working out which ones she had commented on and the common theme, as she was a little coy which was unusual with her as she usually was very outgoing.
Anyway, we live a couple of hundred miles apart so meeting was not an option till my wife , who`s not in any way a sexual person nowadays, decided to take our old caravan and her brother and sister in law on holiday, and low and behold she picked the area that Sue and Tom live in.
Knowing that, and that the opportunity may never happen again, I asked Sue if we could meet and to my surprise she said we could, that in itself was a big turn on.
I also asked about the stories that particularly turned her and Tom on, and was surprised by the reply “no10 Sussex wife”, and a section or two of both “no3 dairy conversion” and “no4 the homestead!” Both of which had deleted as my style now had made them outdated I thought [AND ARE IN MY RESERVE LIST.]
I quickly realised that the common denominator was the heroine had been branded in each of these stories. To be honest I couldn’t believe it of her, her having such a flawless body, so he next night we were on I asked about the branding thing and was told that Tom was turned on by her having one and that she wanted my initials on her lovely rump.
I firmly believed it was a fantasy, and she did say she would need to be in a really high state of arousal, however this didn’t stop her enjoying me describing the scenario and Tom taking her doggie style as I did so, her on her knees on the living room carpet laptop in front of her as he did.
They sent me a picture (now firmly tucked away in my own collection) of her rump with the two initials drawn on in the location I described.
True I can hear you sceptics say it may not have happened in reality and she may have been fantasising but I honestly doubt it she having been very up front with me since we learnt to trust one another a while back, something some folk should be wary of on web sites and chat lines but it was caution that saved her from embarrassment with another punter on here( a long story not relevant now).
Now one of the things that turn me on big time is undressing my victim, and another (fantasy so far) is to have the lady hung by the wrists to enjoy my ministrations so I also mentioned that while she was on, then left them to enjoy the situation together.
The next night she was not on, but the following she came up and said she was happy to meet me and we arranged where and of course when.
The next week was a busy one, getting ready to go on holiday followed with the long trip eastwards to the campsite and a week of the usual holiday guff.

As I said lies and deception is not normally my thing but rather than cause my wife any upset (her celibacy being no fault of hers) I just didn’t tell her a lot at all.
I had arranged a meet with Sue at a mutually neutral spot and so after a few days enjoying the area I begged a bit of time to myself for the pursuit of one of my hobbies which none of my fellow holidaymakers enjoy and off I went to meet the lady of my on line dreams.
Now the fantasy of ‘on line’ was to meet the reality of fact, we were due to meet at the novelty rock emporium on the sea front of shall we say a prominent seaside town.
Before the appointed time like an excited teenager, there I was heart fluttering, watching the ladies pass with swimsuits and summer skirts waving in the breeze, licking an ice cream with my camera round my neck like any other silly bugger on holiday and keeping a wary eye on the predatory gulls that steal ices on this coastline.
She, like all women was late, not a lot I grant you, but in my nervous state it seemed like forever, in the flesh she did not disappoint. A well dressed, tidy, mid 50`s nice smile high heels and a summer frock. I bought ice creams and we sat with a cornet apiece and chatted for a few moments, catching up and appraising one another as folk who have only half met do.
Suddenly she asked where my car was, I pointed it out and she quickly pecked at my cheek then said she would be back with her motor and to follow her, then was gone into the crowd.
Like a driver at le-mans I was in and the engine ticking over my mind telling me I had blown it somehow but hoping against hope I was wrong.
After a few moments a horn blew and she was waving from her motor, my heartbeat leapt and we were away into the traffic, I clung to that ladies motor like a limpet to a rock, she knowing her way led me to another small town about 15 minutes inland, in a quiet part of town we parked and she led me to her home.
It was a tidy, probably a rented place, modern and with a nice tidy and private garden. Once in the house she brewed some coffee and we sat, her on the sofa me on the armchair, drinking coffee and waiting for Tom who she said she had called on her mobile and was ‘on his way.’
After a while the key was heard in the door and Tom appeared, we shook hands and he thanked me for helping him “cope with madam here” indicating Sue with a jerk of his thumb.
I said I thought he was quite capable, and we all had a chuckle before he sat with his coffee and motioning with his cup he said he thought I should get the lady undressed. I took no telling and she stood for me passively and patiently allowing me to remove her clothing.
The summer dress slid up over her head, revealing her in white smooth knickers and a matching bra straining to hold her 38ds in their rightful place, I had seen these beauties on the screen but nothing compares with this magnificent body in the flesh so I am quick to remove the bra, nice nipples, jutting expectantly I can`t resist a kiss to each of those before kneeling to roll down the panties.
Wonderful womanly scent assailed my nostrils, a mix of woman in need and her perfume all mixed with deodorant, I will never forget its fragrance, her smooth and naked pussy the large lips on show, were now 3” from my face, again I could not resist kissing her smooth shaved mons and poking my tongue into the top of the slot of life.
She`s smiled, her hands lightly rested on my shoulders, in her heels she was perfectly lined up for my rain of kisses on her inner thighs and her mons.
I was dimly aware of Tom standing and moving away to the kitchen, but the moment was so enticing that I dismissed it, thinking he must be happy with the situation as he has not stopped me or interfered.
She began to moan as my tongue found its now wet target, she tasted divine.
My jaw wet now as my beard did what it was designed to do and chafed at her inner thighs.
She was about to come when he stopped our play, she protested but he told her to ‘hush,’ then gave me two pairs of soft and well used leather cuffs. I took no telling he wanted her in bondage so who was I to argue, she meekly held out her wrists and I slipped each cuff in place.
Tom led us through the kitchen to a smaller room a utility and play room, hanging from a substantial hook in the roof was a rope with a sprung hook he deftly attached it to the cuffs and she stood passively waiting for me to attach her ankle cuffs and fit a spreader bar that Tom supplied from a cupboard in the corner.
It was Tom himself that tightened the rope till she stood arms above her head, and then secured it before he removed her high heels which left her on tip toe.
Next to my surprise he gave me a hood to wear and told me to undress, while slipping another hood over the head of his lovely lady-wife.
He took my camera, checked it was ready then began taking shots as things progressed telling me “she was now mine to enjoy in any way that took my fancy. But I was not to let her come yet or if I did I was to fetch her to the brink again quickly.”
Wow what a challenge to an old codger like me.
He smiled as he gave me a box, it containing to my pleasure few small vacuum bulbs some pegs and a soft whip of flat leather strips. They had obviously selected these from their playthings as I glimpsed all manner of sex toys in that cupboard as he closed the door.
“Today you are her master, you have time to get her ready then you are going to get my wish if she is really horny, if not you just get to screw her, and it`s her decision, do you understand?”

Oh yes I understood alright, my god did I understand.

I began with the little vacuum suckers, one on each of her delightful nipples, naturally I needed to suckle the nipples first just too wet the surface, wonderful.
Next like sweet and sour a peg on either breast to balance the process, she gave a little moan wether of pleasure or pain I had neither the knowledge or in truth the care, I was in the zone she was mine.
For this short time she was my possession, a beautiful consenting body to use and gently abuse as I had ever dreamed and fantasized. I slid my hand down her body gently caressing and slithering across the soft skin pliant and tender.
My fingers slid into the slot of life, gently opening her like a wet butterfly pealing back the labia to reveal that button of womanhood that means so much, a suction cup caressed the nub, sucking the thing to errection, she moaned again and I whispered “you know what`s next don’t you.” Another moan as she nodded her head, a peg slid into place the camera clicking away, a moan, louder this time a second peg and a wimper as the teeth gripped the tender flesh.
I had to step back, perhaps to give her just a moment, and allow her to savour the pain and the pleasure of the attachments and the whipping she knew would follow, perhaps to allow my beating heart time to catch up or perhaps just to gloat.
I picked up the soft whip her hood having no mouthpiece only the glitter of her eyes told me she knew and wanted to feel the strokes of its thongs.

Slowly I began to apply the whip to her magnificent body, surprising her by starting at her calves, short stinging strokes that hardly coloured the skin, just tenderised the nerve endings, me, her and that whip getting to know one another, there was nothing more in the world,
No cares, no woes, no wife, no Tom, just lust and this wonderful woman receiving the strokes as if being lovingly caressed.
My old dick was leaking precum like a fountain such as I thought it had forgotten how to do. Each stroke just a fraction stronger than before, each lovingly applied, my tribute to this wonderful woman who was allowing me this privilege to live my life long fantasy. Not since my teens had I wielded a whip in such a way, it was so fantastic to feel this power if only the once again.
The lashes rose leaving red and pink lashes, slowly the legs were covered and before the vital areas I switched to the shoulders, now the barrage crept downwards the back slowly turned colour, only perhaps of the occasional wimper escaped from the hood the head back in a gesture of reluctant submission as the leather swished again and again onto the swinging body and as the backside took the force of the gentle blows, we both knew by some unseen link that my climax was near, she turned on her toes to face me, defiance glittered in her eyes as each stroke landed, pegs and suckers dropped from each single stroke, her nipples stood proud testament to her bodies excitement.
As the thongs crept down across her navel, she thrust her hips forward and I knew instinctively she was enjoying the sensation
As I struck at the last pegs, the each in turn releasing its grip reluctant to leave the soft wet lip, I understood their feelings.
The final blow fell the sucker released its hold on her clitorise and fell to the floor, she slumped forward so near and yet so far from climax she had held herself from all this time.
We helped her down Tom releasing first the spreader then the rope and I steadying her as she slumped forwards onto my shoulder her breathing rapid and ragged.
We stood for some seconds unable to grasp the enormity of the moment.
I felt her turn and she stood in front of the small table Tom had fetched from the living room, she lay forward onto its surface gripped the far side and with deft hands Tom secured her legs to the table legs and wrists to the far legs. It was now up to her. Would their ultimate fantasy become reality or was this just to be a simple doggy style fuck and goodbye.

Her hood precluded her speaking, but in a clear voice tom asked her the question that we both knew was to come, wanted and dreaded in equal measures. “Do you want our marks?” her eyes glittering like diamonds in the black hood as she nodded her head.
Tension now ran around the room like some form of electricity, tom nodded to me and pointed to her rump where two tiny dots were just visible, they had marked her just in case, perhaps part of their last fantasy, I know not but there they were, aiming marks, “finger her and keep her hot” Tom told me and that I happily did to a more than gentle groan from Sue.
Tom went to the kitchen, returning with a hot metal stamp on a small metal tray, he nodded at his secure wife and I took the stamp in the pliers supplied turned and in one quick movement before my resolve weakened, forced it against her skin. There was a strangled shriek from the hood as her body twisted in its bonds, tense and rigid. I became aware of the awful smell of burning flesh as I removed the terrible stamp and dropped it with its pliers into the tray. Mesmerised now by the act I had performed on this lovely ladies skin I just stood in shock stareing at the single letter E forever now emblazoned on her body slumped before me on the table.
Tom reappeared ( I had not seen him leave) with a second stamp, held in the pliers with no regard for the lady or her condition he aligned it with the second dot, and plunged it alongside my own initial again the sudden muted scream from the hood and the convulsing body collapsing as he removed the hot metal.
Tom sprayed the area with some sort of pain spray and then told me to “screw her again properly it`s what they had agreed. I am afraid that was not what I could physically do. I was stood my dick slack waving in the breeze, like some limp flag, the enormity of the act having shocked me and all erotic feelings having left with the smoke of the brand.
Tom barged my body to the side and went at his lady like a tiger, her body twitching and accepting him like she was awaiting the coup de grass, her climax huge and very loud.
My mind felt that the final act should have been mine, my body though felt differently led by a small inner voice of guilt.
The final act now over. We released Sue who removed her hood, she regarded me with a steady eye and asked if I was “alright”, I said it was her we should be asking, and she laughed a high near hysterical laugh, showing me her marks as I sat still naked on her sofa. She said her arse hurt and that “she would remember me forever now as the man who went limp.”
Humiliated by my physical reaction I dressed she kissed me and I quietly left, driving away in silence a lot to think about as I returned to my distant van.
Now was for me the proof of the maxim; ‘Be careful of what you wish for it may happen.’


I have a number of on line ladies, this particular one I have never met but she turns me on like crazy with some of her sexy antics.
Finally after some months of on line sex we had the chance to meet and this is the story of that meeting.
Before we start perhaps it would be in order to describe the lady her circumstances and her passions. I shall not use her name as she needs to be anonymous, she works for a government department and it would be churlish to cause her a problem so we shall call her Sue, she has a hubby we shall call him Tom for the very same reason. He knows and is turned on by her on line chat, in fact on at least a couple of occasions has benefitted by them as we chatted.
I have a number of Pictures of Sue, including her face and I treasure those, even if we hadn’t met. She`s about 5 ft 8 tall wide hipped, generous breasts fleshy and very smackable arse, large pussy lips and a very dirty mind, he I have never met and though just a tad older than her is a sport when it comes to her and her sex-life, I have grown to like him in the background and as I hate lies and deception, insisted that he always knows what`s going on, which she (and he) have been happy about.
Now the thing is that she and I share a love of BDSM amongst other things and she found a couple of my stories a real turn on, and it took a while for me to find out which ones and why she was turned on so much, having written over 40 I thought I could pinpoint her turn on by working out which ones she had commented on and the common theme, as she was a little coy which was unusual with her as she usually was very outgoing.
Anyway, we live a couple of hundred miles apart so meeting was not an option till my wife , who`s not in any way a sexual person nowadays, decided to take our old caravan and her brother and sister in law on holiday, and low and behold she picked the area that Sue and Tom live in.
Knowing that, and that the opportunity may never happen again, I asked Sue if we could meet and to my surprise she said we could, that in itself was a big turn on.
I also asked about the stories that particularly turned her and Tom on, and was surprised by the reply “no10 Sussex wife”, and a section or two of both “no3 dairy conversion” and “no4 the homestead!” Both of which had deleted as my style now had made them outdated I thought [AND ARE IN MY RESERVE LIST.]
I quickly realised that the common denominator was the heroine had been branded in each of these stories. To be honest I couldn’t believe it of her, her having such a flawless body, so he next night we were on I asked about the branding thing and was told that Tom was turned on by her having one and that she wanted my initials on her lovely rump.
I firmly believed it was a fantasy, and she did say she would need to be in a really high state of arousal, however this didn’t stop her enjoying me describing the scenario and Tom taking her doggie style as I did so, her on her knees on the living room carpet laptop in front of her as he did.
They sent me a picture (now firmly tucked away in my own collection) of her rump with the two initials drawn on in the location I described.
True I can hear you sceptics say it may not have happened in reality and she may have been fantasising but I honestly doubt it she having been very up front with me since we learnt to trust one another a while back, something some folk should be wary of on web sites and chat lines but it was caution that saved her from embarrassment with another punter on here( a long story not relevant now).
Now one of the things that turn me on big time is undressing my victim, and another (fantasy so far) is to have the lady hung by the wrists to enjoy my ministrations so I also mentioned that while she was on, then left them to enjoy the situation together.
The next night she was not on, but the following she came up and said she was happy to meet me and we arranged where and of course when.
The next week was a busy one, getting ready to go on holiday followed with the long trip eastwards to the campsite and a week of the usual holiday guff.

As I said lies and deception is not normally my thing but rather than cause my wife any upset (her celibacy being no fault of hers) I just didn’t tell her a lot at all.
I had arranged a meet with Sue at a mutually neutral spot and so after a few days enjoying the area I begged a bit of time to myself for the pursuit of one of my hobbies which none of my fellow holidaymakers enjoy and off I went to meet the lady of my on line dreams.
Now the fantasy of ‘on line’ was to meet the reality of fact, we were due to meet at the novelty rock emporium on the sea front of shall we say a prominent seaside town.
Before the appointed time like an excited teenager, there I was heart fluttering, watching the ladies pass with swimsuits and summer skirts waving in the breeze, licking an ice cream with my camera round my neck like any other silly bugger on holiday and keeping a wary eye on the predatory gulls that steal ices on this coastline.
She, like all women was late, not a lot I grant you, but in my nervous state it seemed like forever, in the flesh she did not disappoint. A well dressed, tidy, mid 50`s nice smile high heels and a summer frock. I bought ice creams and we sat with a cornet apiece and chatted for a few moments, catching up and appraising one another as folk who have only half met do.
Suddenly she asked where my car was, I pointed it out and she quickly pecked at my cheek then said she would be back with her motor and to follow her, then was gone into the crowd.
Like a driver at le-mans I was in and the engine ticking over my mind telling me I had blown it somehow but hoping against hope I was wrong.
After a few moments a horn blew and she was waving from her motor, my heartbeat leapt and we were away into the traffic, I clung to that ladies motor like a limpet to a rock, she knowing her way led me to another small town about 15 minutes inland, in a quiet part of town we parked and she led me to her home.
It was a tidy, probably a rented place, modern and with a nice tidy and private garden. Once in the house she brewed some coffee and we sat, her on the sofa me on the armchair, drinking coffee and waiting for Tom who she said she had called on her mobile and was ‘on his way.’
After a while the key was heard in the door and Tom appeared, we shook hands and he thanked me for helping him “cope with madam here” indicating Sue with a jerk of his thumb.
I said I thought he was quite capable, and we all had a chuckle before he sat with his coffee and motioning with his cup he said he thought I should get the lady undressed. I took no telling and she stood for me passively and patiently allowing me to remove her clothing.
The summer dress slid up over her head, revealing her in white smooth knickers and a matching bra straining to hold her 38ds in their rightful place, I had seen these beauties on the screen but nothing compares with this magnificent body in the flesh so I am quick to remove the bra, nice nipples, jutting expectantly I can`t resist a kiss to each of those before kneeling to roll down the panties.
Wonderful womanly scent assailed my nostrils, a mix of woman in need and her perfume all mixed with deodorant, I will never forget its fragrance, her smooth and naked pussy the large lips on show, were now 3” from my face, again I could not resist kissing her smooth shaved mons and poking my tongue into the top of the slot of life.
She`s smiled, her hands lightly rested on my shoulders, in her heels she was perfectly lined up for my rain of kisses on her inner thighs and her mons.
I was dimly aware of Tom standing and moving away to the kitchen, but the moment was so enticing that I dismissed it, thinking he must be happy with the situation as he has not stopped me or interfered.
She began to moan as my tongue found its now wet target, she tasted divine.
My jaw wet now as my beard did what it was designed to do and chafed at her inner thighs.
She was about to come when he stopped our play, she protested but he told her to ‘hush,’ then gave me two pairs of soft and well used leather cuffs. I took no telling he wanted her in bondage so who was I to argue, she meekly held out her wrists and I slipped each cuff in place.
Tom led us through the kitchen to a smaller room a utility and play room, hanging from a substantial hook in the roof was a rope with a sprung hook he deftly attached it to the cuffs and she stood passively waiting for me to attach her ankle cuffs and fit a spreader bar that Tom supplied from a cupboard in the corner.
It was Tom himself that tightened the rope till she stood arms above her head, and then secured it before he removed her high heels which left her on tip toe.
Next to my surprise he gave me a hood to wear and told me to undress, while slipping another hood over the head of his lovely lady-wife.
He took my camera, checked it was ready then began taking shots as things progressed telling me “she was now mine to enjoy in any way that took my fancy. But I was not to let her come yet or if I did I was to fetch her to the brink again quickly.”
Wow what a challenge to an old codger like me.
He smiled as he gave me a box, it containing to my pleasure few small vacuum bulbs some pegs and a soft whip of flat leather strips. They had obviously selected these from their playthings as I glimpsed all manner of sex toys in that cupboard as he closed the door.
“Today you are her master, you have time to get her ready then you are going to get my wish if she is really horny, if not you just get to screw her, and it`s her decision, do you understand?”

Oh yes I understood alright, my god did I understand.

I began with the little vacuum suckers, one on each of her delightful nipples, naturally I needed to suckle the nipples first just too wet the surface, wonderful.
Next like sweet and sour a peg on either breast to balance the process, she gave a little moan wether of pleasure or pain I had neither the knowledge or in truth the care, I was in the zone she was mine.
For this short time she was my possession, a beautiful consenting body to use and gently abuse as I had ever dreamed and fantasized. I slid my hand down her body gently caressing and slithering across the soft skin pliant and tender.
My fingers slid into the slot of life, gently opening her like a wet butterfly pealing back the labia to reveal that button of womanhood that means so much, a suction cup caressed the nub, sucking the thing to errection, she moaned again and I whispered “you know what`s next don’t you.” Another moan as she nodded her head, a peg slid into place the camera clicking away, a moan, louder this time a second peg and a wimper as the teeth gripped the tender flesh.
I had to step back, perhaps to give her just a moment, and allow her to savour the pain and the pleasure of the attachments and the whipping she knew would follow, perhaps to allow my beating heart time to catch up or perhaps just to gloat.
I picked up the soft whip her hood having no mouthpiece only the glitter of her eyes told me she knew and wanted to feel the strokes of its thongs.

Slowly I began to apply the whip to her magnificent body, surprising her by starting at her calves, short stinging strokes that hardly coloured the skin, just tenderised the nerve endings, me, her and that whip getting to know one another, there was nothing more in the world,
No cares, no woes, no wife, no Tom, just lust and this wonderful woman receiving the strokes as if being lovingly caressed.
My old dick was leaking precum like a fountain such as I thought it had forgotten how to do. Each stroke just a fraction stronger than before, each lovingly applied, my tribute to this wonderful woman who was allowing me this privilege to live my life long fantasy. Not since my teens had I wielded a whip in such a way, it was so fantastic to feel this power if only the once again.
The lashes rose leaving red and pink lashes, slowly the legs were covered and before the vital areas I switched to the shoulders, now the barrage crept downwards the back slowly turned colour, only perhaps of the occasional wimper escaped from the hood the head back in a gesture of reluctant submission as the leather swished again and again onto the swinging body and as the backside took the force of the gentle blows, we both knew by some unseen link that my climax was near, she turned on her toes to face me, defiance glittered in her eyes as each stroke landed, pegs and suckers dropped from each single stroke, her nipples stood proud testament to her bodies excitement.
As the thongs crept down across her navel, she thrust her hips forward and I knew instinctively she was enjoying the sensation
As I struck at the last pegs, the each in turn releasing its grip reluctant to leave the soft wet lip, I understood their feelings.
The final blow fell the sucker released its hold on her clitorise and fell to the floor, she slumped forward so near and yet so far from climax she had held herself from all this time.
We helped her down Tom releasing first the spreader then the rope and I steadying her as she slumped forwards onto my shoulder her breathing rapid and ragged.
We stood for some seconds unable to grasp the enormity of the moment.
I felt her turn and she stood in front of the small table Tom had fetched from the living room, she lay forward onto its surface gripped the far side and with deft hands Tom secured her legs to the table legs and wrists to the far legs. It was now up to her. Would their ultimate fantasy become reality or was this just to be a simple doggy style fuck and goodbye.

Her hood precluded her speaking, but in a clear voice tom asked her the question that we both knew was to come, wanted and dreaded in equal measures. “Do you want our marks?” her eyes glittering like diamonds in the black hood as she nodded her head.
Tension now ran around the room like some form of electricity, tom nodded to me and pointed to her rump where two tiny dots were just visible, they had marked her just in case, perhaps part of their last fantasy, I know not but there they were, aiming marks, “finger her and keep her hot” Tom told me and that I happily did to a more than gentle groan from Sue.
Tom went to the kitchen, returning with a hot metal stamp on a small metal tray, he nodded at his secure wife and I took the stamp in the pliers supplied turned and in one quick movement before my resolve weakened, forced it against her skin. There was a strangled shriek from the hood as her body twisted in its bonds, tense and rigid. I became aware of the awful smell of burning flesh as I removed the terrible stamp and dropped it with its pliers into the tray. Mesmerised now by the act I had performed on this lovely ladies skin I just stood in shock stareing at the single letter E forever now emblazoned on her body slumped before me on the table.
Tom reappeared ( I had not seen him leave) with a second stamp, held in the pliers with no regard for the lady or her condition he aligned it with the second dot, and plunged it alongside my own initial again the sudden muted scream from the hood and the convulsing body collapsing as he removed the hot metal.
Tom sprayed the area with some sort of pain spray and then told me to “screw her again properly it`s what they had agreed. I am afraid that was not what I could physically do. I was stood my dick slack waving in the breeze, like some limp flag, the enormity of the act having shocked me and all erotic feelings having left with the smoke of the brand.
Tom barged my body to the side and went at his lady like a tiger, her body twitching and accepting him like she was awaiting the coup de grass, her climax huge and very loud.
My mind felt that the final act should have been mine, my body though felt differently led by a small inner voice of guilt.
The final act now over. We released Sue who removed her hood, she regarded me with a steady eye and asked if I was “alright”, I said it was her we should be asking, and she laughed a high near hysterical laugh, showing me her marks as I sat still naked on her sofa. She said her arse hurt and that “she would remember me forever now as the man who went limp.”
Humiliated by my physical reaction I dressed she kissed me and I quietly left, driving away in silence a lot to think about as I returned to my distant van.
Now was for me the proof of the maxim; ‘Be careful of what you wish for it may happen.’