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MY SISTER, MY SLAVE by BLACK KNIGHT IV. PARTY DOLL SPY It was the phone that woke us. Mom telling us what the plans were for Sunday, that they'd be home sometime after six. Yes, Mom, everything is fine, I'll be fine, the party will be find. It's just four girls, Mom, I can handle it. How's Grandma? Good. Yes, I'd like to. Hi, Grandma, feeling better? Glad to hear it. Yeah, next month. Business school. No, not just secratarial school, accounting, bookeeping, that sort of stuff. Office management. How's Aunt Ethel? Good. She keeping you company? That's nice. Karen? Still asleep, I think. I'll tell her you called. We'll call tomorrow. You get well. Mom? Yes, Karen's asleep. I don't know, maybe she was up later than I thought. Say hi to Joey. See you tomorrow. Karen stirred. She shook her hands, noticing that they were no longer tied. "Sleep well?" I asked her, and she nodded, wearily. "Can I take these off?" She held her hands up, pointing to the wristbands with thier trailing thongs. "Of course. Some night, huh?" Karen lay back and stretched her arms. "You bet, you nasty bitch!" I raised my hand in a mock slap. "How dare you talk to me like that!" I said, but we both knew I was just kidding. Karen grasped my hand, pulled herself up to me. We had a long, drawn-out, gentle, loving, good morning kiss. Then Karen jumped up out of bed, and began undoing the wristbands and harness. "You can tie me up like this anytime, Sis." "I will," I said. "Breakfast?" I asked, with the intention of preparing it. "I'll get it. You stay here. The usual?" I nodded. She tossed the thong into the bathroom, and without putting on a stitch of clothing, she bounced out of the room into the kitchen. I lay back and rested. In my entire life, (which had only been eighteen years, remember,) I had never had so much sex in so little time. I felt wonderfully alive, but I also felt a bit drained. And I was definitely and without reservation in love with my sister. The smell of eggs, bacon, and coffee wafted in from the kitchen. Presently, Karen came in, looking rediculously lovely in Mom's "I LIVE FOR FOOD" apron. She put the bed tray down on my lap, and joined me in bed. "Now eat. After last night, you need your strength, Sis." I laughed. I reached over and toussled her hair, and she shook my hand off her head, took it and held it softly against her face. If I hadn't been so tired and so hungry, I would've seduced her right then and there. I settled for letting her feed me a strip of bacon, whereupon I took her hand and lovingly licked the bacon grease off her fingers. After showering together in the opulent tub, Karen dis- appeared into her room to prepare for the party. I spent the morning clearing up and cleaning Mom's bedroom and bathroom. I put on jeans and a t-shirt, and went downstairs to rearrange the den and living room. As I came down the stairs, I heard the unmistakable whir of the vacuum cleaner. That Karen was vacuuming was surprising enough. I was doubly surprised, then, to see that the only things she was wearing was the black choker and the leather harness. I knew she had had the choker, but I hadn't noticed the missing thong when I'd gathered up my equipment. "You are going to catch a cold." "Oh, poo, colds don't travel that way. I'll be fine. I wanted to be naked for you." "Karen ... " I was about to be stern but changed my tune. "Karen, I adore you for wanting to please me so much, but I'd feel better if you got dressed. Besides, if you stay like that, we'll never get anything done." "And what's wrong with that?" she said, as she bounced over to me, hugged me, gave me a peck on the cheek, and then departed up the stairs. I picked up the vacuuming where she had left off. She returned in white shorts and a short-sleeved, high-necked black leotard. She was still wearing the choker. "Where'd you leave the thong?" I asked. "Right here!" she said, smiling, pointing to the line it made under the leotard. (She hadn't put a bra on, either.) Ask a silly question ... We lived in the outskirts of a small town which had once been a farming community. The city was about an hour away, a nice distance for visiting it and for avoiding it. Our house had been a farmhouse, but the farm was long gone. We first moved in when I was four years old and Karen was just learning to walk. The farm had just been sold to a developer, but the owners had left a very large, wooded plot around their house. It was that property Dad had bought. It was set back from the main road by a fairly long yard and driveway, and was surrounded by sparse woods on the three other sides. The developers went right to work. Since the land had been farmed, there were only occasional trees here and there on the rest of the property, which made it easy for the developers to put in the sort of prefab communities which popped up in the fifties, sixties, and seventies. The center of town was about a mile from our house, and our nearest neighbor had been half a mile away before the building began. And by the time I was ten, we had dozens of neighbors, yet thanks to the foresight of the farmers, our house still seemed isolated. However, by the time I was ten, we were no longer set back quite as far from the road. By the time Dad had finished, the front of the house was a good thirty feet thicker than it had been. The old living room became a den, the old "kid's bedroom became Mom's bathroom, and the porch had been scrapped and replaced by a guest bedroom, a living room, and a bathroom. The old farmhouse had had no upper level, so Dad had one added, and it was big enough that each of us kids had our own bedroom. In the process, a basement was added which was an extension of the farmhouse's rather cramped storm cellar. The storm cellar was dug out and lined in cement, and turned into a utility room. The new basement he finished as a family room. It was a big, mostly empty room, with a stairway leading up to the kitchen. And behind the house was a new enclosed porch, facing the woods. All of this I mention here because it came up while Karen and I were eating lunch. Up until now, our major concern was having the party in our house. Now the problem was how to get me where I could see them but they couldn't see me. "I know I can see in from the utility room, cause the door has slats, and that corner of the room is always dark. I just can't see how I can get down there. I mean, I'm supposed to be up in the house, not in the utility room all night. And if they thought I was there, it'd put a real damper on things." "And," I added, "If I go down early, then what if the phone rings? How am I going to get up there?" "Simple," Karen said. "Use the cordless phone and keep it on the porch." "How does that make it any easier?" "You don't know?" Karen looked incredulous at her older sister's sudden lapse in intelligence. "No, I don't," I responded, and I was a bit pissed. "Come're." She jumped up and led me out onto the porch. She pointed to what looked like floorboards. "So?" "So look there. See the hinge?" And there it was. When dad had built the porch deck, he hadn't taken out the old storm door stairs, he had just covered them up and hinged the floorboards for access. In eight years, I'd never noticed. "How'd you know about this?" I asked as I pulled the hatch open. As we descended the stairs, Karen said, "I'm not sure I should tell you this, but ..." and she faltered. We had come to another door, one I had assumed was boarded or nailed shut. It wasn't. It locked from the inside, ordinarily, but Karen had taken care of that earlier this morning. She turned the knob and the door swung open freely, albeit noisily. "Needs oil," Karen said as she skipped into the utility room. "Hey, not so fast. How'd you know?" Karen blushed. I almost wished she'd been naked ... I wondered if she blushed all over? "Well, back when I was twelve or thirteen, you had a party. Remember the big Christmas party? For your friends only." I nodded. Karen continued, "Well, I wanted to see what went on, but Mom and Dad had sent me off to bed. Well, see, I snuck out of the house and had gone around to the porch. And I heard music. It was dark, but I noticed the hinge when I stepped on it. I couldn't get through that night, cause the door was locked. But I knew it could be done." "And when, young woman," I asked, staring her down, "Did you get through?" I had a sneaking suspicion I knew of a very particular time. Karen wouldn't say, and she tried to evade the issue by ducking past my arm and out into the finished room. But I grabbed her by her shorts, and got a firm grip on the harness underneath her leotard. "Ow!" she cried, and she tried to wrest herself away. I pulled her over to the couch, set her down, and let a hard smack fall on her rear. I knew it wouldn't hurt her, and I wasn't really mad, it just seemed to be the right thing to do. "Okay, I'll tell you! Just promise me one thing?" "What's that?" I asked, thinking it'd be that I wouldn't be mad at her, which, of course, at this point, I wouldn't be, anyway. "If I tell you, you have to spank me again!" I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. We went back upstairs to finish our lunch, and Karen told me about the very afternoon I'd been thinking about. Mom and Dad were out shopping with Joey, and Karen had been playing in the backyard with Leslie. I was sixteen, and my current boyfreind was over and we were cleaning up the porch. He started making physical passes towards me and I was willing to encourage him, and eventually, when we were finished cleaning up, we had gone inside and down into the basement. We even locked the basement door so that Karen and Leslie couldn't see what we were up to. Bobby and I started making out on the couch, and from there, Karen saw it all. "Well, Leslie said she had to go home, so I went back in and I couldn't get into the basement. I heard you and Bobby down there, and I decided that if you were going to hog the basement, I was going to find out why. I guess Dad would have a fit if he knew, but I had left the door unlocked the last time I'd been thru it. I used to use it to get to the porch when Mom and Dad weren't looking." "So it was open, and I got down there, being real quiet. I even left my shoes on the porch, and lowered the hatch so noone would know if they came by. And I could see you on the couch." It was the first time Karen had seen anything of the sort going on between older teenagers that couldn't be seen on the streets and in the parks. Cause Bobby had my blouse open, and my bra was pushed up over my tits, and he was kissing and sucking on them until I thought I was going to die. "And when I saw you start to suck his cock, geez, Sis, I was going crazy. My legs were getting so week, I had to kneel down or I'd of fallen down. And he was so big, too." I was smiling. I remembered how big Bobby was. Like nine inches long and two across. He was a football player on the high school team, and he was built solid. It didn't last long, our relationship, but it was fun while it lasted. He wasn't the first boy I'd fucked, and he wasn't the best, either, but he was in the top two. And that afternoon had been our first opportunity ever. "I was, what, thirteen? I didn't think you could get anything that big in. I thought he would hurt you, and I almost wanted to run thru the door and stop him. And you looked like you were in pain, too." Pain? Well, it hurt for a moment, then it was just pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. With a cock like that, he had had to learn to be gentle if he wanted a second shot with a girl. Too bad he hadn't learned to be as gentle with feelings as he was with bodies. "So you were watching all that, huh? I had a feeling you were, but I chalked it up to thinking Bobby and I were taking a big risk." Karen smirked, "You certainly were, Sis. You could've gotten pregnant." I replied, "That was not the risk I was referring to, although you are quite right. It was not particullarly smart, I admit. I sweated that one out for two very scary weeks." Playfully, I poked her nose gently. "And let that be a lesson to you, young lady." Karen wrinkled her nose at me. "Now, let's go downstairs and set things up right." We dragged mattresses down to the basement, set them around the room, and made up the beds. Karen went into the utility room and I moved around the room for her so that she could see which areas were visible from the utility room. I went upstairs to prepare dinner, and Karen went to her room to put together her bad for the night. At one point, she came downstairs, and she was once again buck naked, save for the choker and the harness. "Hey, showoff," I yelled, "Put on some clothes or the whole neighborhood'll be playing Peeping Tom!" For I had opened the window shades in the living room and kitchen to get some light. Karen rocketed up the stairs, although we both knew that noone from the street could have seen her. But it was getting close to arrival time for her friends, and I wasn't supposed to know how intimate they were with each other. And besides, she'd have to explain the harness ... and I'd rather she didn't have to. She came back down in a heavy robe. "Sorry, Sis. Didn't know the shades were up. I was wondering if we could use some of your stuff tonight." "Like what? From what you tell me, you have ways of tying people up already." "Yeah, but we don't have stuff like the vibrator. Could we borrow that? And the paddle?" "Let me think about that." "OKE!" she said, and then she was gone. I came over to the stairs, and yelled up, "And take off that harness! NOW!" In the end, I let her borrow the vibrator on the condition that it not be inserted into any human recepticles. I did not want to be the one to explain to an angry parent just how thier precious darling got scratched INSIDE her vagina. But I said no absolutely to the paddle. If someone got hurt, I'd be run out of town. The girls started arriving about three, and I sent them one by one up to Karen's room. I did some half-hearted studying for finals. At six, I called them all down to the dinner table. I noticed that although the harness was gone, Karen still wore her choker. I also noticed that all the girls were dressed rather strangely for a slumber party. Each girl had a lot more clothing on than you'd expect under the circumstances. For instance, Karen had a black leotard and tights on, and she was wearing a bra now, too. I had no doubt that she had panties on, too. Over the tights were her white shorts, and she had a white tube top pulled over the leotard. Jane was dressed almost identically, except that she wore a skirt instead of shorts, and a tank top instead of a tube top. And her tights and leotard were bright red. Mary, as usual, had dressed very conservatively, but overly so. She not only wore a skirt and blouse, but had a vest and a cotton cardigan besides. Leslie was the only one who seemed to have dressed normally, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. They wolfed down the spaghetti and salad, and then they gathered their stuff and went downstairs. I pulled Karen aside and warned her once more about the vibrator. Then I let her go. I went into Mom and Dad's room and turned on the TV. But I retired to my room to prepare myself for the evening. I stripped off my clothes, took a quick shower to wash off any scent of my cologne, and dressed in a loose pair of black shorts and a dark blue t-shirt. I tossed a dark robe over my arm and went downstairs. I remained in Mom's room for a while, and presently, as we had arranged, Karen came up to find me. "I don't think we'll get going till about seven thirty or eight. They're still yakking away about school and boys and everything else." "And you are not, I suppose?" I asked. Karen smiled and said, "Well, of course I am. I just wanted you to know." "Thanks. I'll go down around 7:30. Come up for snacks just before you think you'll start." We conspiritors exchanged a breif hug, and then she was gone again. Karen didn't come up by 7:30, so I put on the dark robe, went out the back door, and slowly, quietly descended the stairs into the dark. I must admit, I was scared, dreadfully scared, until I saw the little cracks of light around the basement door. I slowly opened it, glad that we had oiled the joints, and closed and locked it behind me. With any luck, there'd be no calls tonight. I came close to the door. And thanked Karen again. Because just to the right of the door was a chair, one I didn't remember seeing earlier. Karen knew it was going to be a long night. I slowly moved the chair into position, straddling it backward so that I could rest my shoulders on the chairback as I peered thru the slats. The girls were still sitting around munching on popcorn and pretzels, talking about clothes, talking about school, talking a lot about boys. They sat on the matresses, sharing stories of thier latest escapades, some tame, some wild, but all of interest to me. For these were Karen's contemporaries, and though only three years separated my sister and me, our lifestyles had been quite different. These girls were much more attuned to the social norms than I was, and they were much more experienced at dating than I had been at fifteen. I listened with rapt attention as Jane described how far she had "let" her boyfreind go on their last date, and as Leslie described her boyfriend's and her fascination with thier partner's private parts. At one point, Karen loped up the stairs, and then came right back down. I thought I saw her look my way as she sat down, but I was probably mistaken. Within five minutes, Karen held up a deck of cards and said, "Are we ready, girls?" Apparantly they were. They sat on thier mattresses facing each other. Karen had taken great pains to set the mattresses up so that when they played, I'd have a fairly good view of all the participants. As it was, Karen I could only see in a three- quarter's view from behind. As it turned out, it didn't matter. I had a good enough view of all the goings-on. The quartet spent about ten minutes reviewing the rules, and I didn't catch them all, but what I did hear pretty much matched what Karen had described. One big argument was over how to tell who lost a hand. I had never thought about that before. When I looked up the rules later, I realized why they had so much trouble. The rulebooks only defined who won, not who lost. There was no "official" way to determine who had the lowest scoring hand. While waiting for them to resolve this problem, I got up and stretched. When I heard the cards being shuffled, I sat back down and watched. Mary was dealing the first hand, and everyone giggled as they considered their cards, discarded a few, and recieved replacements. It was all very straightforward, since there was no betting involved, and therefore no reason to bluff. So there wasn't much to be interested in except who won the chance to remove someone else's clothes. Jane was the first winner, and Karen lost her tube top. The girls had a real ritual going here. Jane and Karen stood, and while Karen simply stood rather limply, Jane reached from behind her and grasped the tube top at the waist and pulled it over Karen's head. Then Jane simply let the top drop on the floor at Karen's feet. And they sat down to play another hand. So it took a while for anything really interesting to happen. Mary removed Leslie's socks, and then Mary lost her vest and skirt to Karen and Jane. Then, in three straight hands, Jane lost her socks, tank top and skirt, which left looking like a svelte dancer in her flame red leotard and tights. Leslie supplied the first surprise of the night, because underneath her plain blue t-shirt was a sexy, lacy pink teddy. The others oohed and ahhed, partly at how pretty the teddy looked, but mostly at Leslie's joke at hiding it under such a plain looking outfit. Two hands later, her jeans gone, everyone got to admire just how pretty the teddy was, and how attractive it looked on Leslie. But it didn't last long, for on the very next hand, my sister got to remove it. Karen took her time doing it, too, slowly lowering the straps over Leslie's shoulders. Then she took it down very slowly, inch by inch, making Leslie turn a full revolution while the teddy inched down over to reveal a filmy, lacy black bra and a matching pair of panties. Leslie was tall, almost as tall as Karen (who at fifteen was already five- foot-six,) and just a little bit thinner in the waist, which made her hips and bosom seem larger, even though the girls were actually pretty much the same size in those areas. She was as attractive as my sister, (even objectively,) but where Karen had a sort of wall-to-wall smile and a long straight nose, Leslie had a cute upturned nose sitting over a wide-lipped, sensuous mouth. And as Leslie turned dutifully around, the teddy being lowered as she turned, Karen made note of all her features, including the cute dimples surrounding Leslie's belly button. Leslie was blushing when she finally got to sit down. Well, Leslie didn't get to rest for long. Right after Karen undid Mary's big bow-tie, Leslie lost again. All eyes (including mine,) were on Leslie and Mary standing among the growing pile of discarded clothing. Mary stood behind Leslie, only to find that the lacy bra hooked in the front. Rather than come around front, Mary reached around Leslie's chest to undo the garment. Slowly (these girls seemed to have made an artform out of slowly disrobing thier friends,) Mary slipped the bra straps down Leslie's arms, and revealed Leslie's high, rose-tipped breasts. But the disrobing wasn't the prime attraction here. The girls' rules made losing one's bra an interesting (shall I say, tittilating?) experience. For after Leslie slowly turned in place two or three times (with Mary giving a running commentary on the merits and charms of Leslie's body,) she had to stand in place for two full minutes, during which time Mary could do anything she wished with Leslie's bosom. Mary chose to cup the tits from behind (which, fortunately, meant they both were facing my hidden vantage point.) She played lovingly with Leslie's small, rosy nipples, caressing them, pinching them lightly, rolling them between her fingers. Leslie was not unaffected. She moaned and groaned all thru this escapade, and I could see her hips begin to grind as the two minutes came to a close. When Mary let go, Leslie's nipples were hard and stood out in stark relief from the aireoules. And don't think I was unaffected. This party took place years ago, and it's easy to write dispassionately about it now. But when it happened, I was sitting there in the dark wishing that someone was doing interesting things to my tits. And my pussy was already doing some interesting things for itself. Like getting quite wet. So it was with rapt attention and great expectations that I watched as Karen lost her black leotard, leaving her and Jane both in only tights and bras. Mary, meanwhile was practically fully dressed, which made Leslie's near-nudity even more apparant. My heart jumped when Leslie lost the next hand, and I felt that familiar tingling feeling as Karen got up to remove the loser's panties. I didn't doubt for a minute that a loser's pussy would get the same treatment as her tits. Well, Leslie was just full of surprises. Underneath the black lace panties was a lacy black g-string, scarcely big enough to cover Leslie's pubic patch. Her brown pubic hair poked out around the triangle of fabric. As Karen sat down, obviously disappointed, Jane asked "Where did you get that?" The answer wasn't terribly exotic. "At Frederick's, at the mall." Leslie admitted, when pressed, that she had almost died of embarassment buying the g-string. Well, I was glad she had, because now my imagination was working overtime (as if it needed any furthur stimulation!) I almost wanted to chew the thing off of her myself. But I caught my breath and settled in to watch the results of the next hand. Jane lost her tights. I had to suppress a giggle watching Leslie try to keep her G-string from falling off while she pulled the tights down and off Jane's shapely legs. Now Jane was in just her bra and panties, and her magnificent form was pretty much on display. And I mean magnificent. If you took the best parts of all the other girls, you'd have Jane. Thru her filmy white bra, I could see her high, proud, yet heavy breasts topped off with large, dark nipples. Even when she'd been wearing the tights, I had noticed her slim, well- proportioned legs, and her flat belly and her attractively rounded, (but not too rounded,) derriere And of course, her long blond hair which flowed in beautiful waves down past her shoulders. Jane was the oldest of the group, almost sixteen, but where the other three still looked like kids, Jane looked like an adult. She was only five-foot-five, but she had great carraige. If this sounds like I was incredibly attracted to Jane, you have got it right. Just one look at her butt, more wide than round, had me fantasizing about caressing it, stroking it, spanking it. Now that I had reconciled myself to my lesbian tendencies, I was beginning to enjoy it. And one day, I promised myself, I would have Jane. I didn't know how, but I would. Well, Mary lost her blouse on the next round, and Karen made a great show of removing it. Still, Mary was quite well covered up, till sporting a halfslip and a camisole. But without the blouse, it was evident that Mary was bigger in certain dimensions than I would have guessed, and I looked forward to having those hidden dimensions exposed. Jane lost the next hand, and I was transfixed as Mary undid Jane's bra from behind. Mary did me a great favor and had Jane do the same rotations as Leslie had performed, and with the same carnival spiel about the wonders of Jane's chest. And when Mary again reached around from behind to play with Jane's nipples, I simply could not keep my hand from my pussy. By the time Jane's two minutes were up, I was so worked up, I almost fell off the chair. Jane seemed shaky as she sat down to play another hand of cards ... I was trembling, too. Mary lost her halfslip, and now her pantyhose-clad legs were exposed. Mary was the shortest of the girls, only five-foot- three, with curly blond hair and a round, almost plain face. What saved her from being terminally cute or terribly plain were high cheek bones and her marvelous blue eyes. They were set perfectly astride a very lovely nose, and they were so big and so blue that I could see them clearly even from twenty feet away. She had come dressed in a matronly fashion, rather stogy for a fifteen year old, but somehow it fit her to look like that. That she had dressed in so much clothing made me think that she didn't care to be naked among her peers ... yet she showed no reticence when she removed her friend's clothing, even less so when she got to fondle their private parts. But if Mary had been looking forward to being the first to completely disrobe someone tonight, she didn't have the luck to pull it off. For Jane had three aces, and Leslie didn't even have a single pair, so Jane got to do the final honors. Leslie had been sitting in just her g-string for almost ten minutes now, and she sensed what an anti-climax losing her panties would be, so when Jane slipped the flimsy thing over her butt, Leslie struck a stripper's pose, her butt way to the right, her shoulders way to the left, her arms out to the sides. Everyone laughed. Jane pulled up a chair. I had expected her to order Leslie to bend over the chair, but instead, Jane sat down with her legs tight together. Leslie was ordred to sit on Jane's lap, her legs straddling Jane's thighs, and her hands beneath her rump. Then Jane reached around and began playing with Leslie's breasts and pussy. With one hand, she caressed, stroked and pinched Leslie's left nipple, occasionally reaching far enough around to do the right breast as well. With her other hand, Jane dug softly into Leslie's cunt, meanwhile forcing Leslie's legs wider open by opening her own legs. Leslie was quite appreciative, and so was I. Hers wasn't the only pussy being worked on. My hand was deep into my shorts, my fingers playing with my own clit, bouncing it back and forth. As Leslie groaned and moved her head from side to side, I felt the deep warmth begin to flow thru me. When Jane's fingers delved into the vaginal canal, and Leslie began to shudder and cry out, I almost came, too. But I caught myself, quieted myself with deep breaths. I didn't want to come too much, too soon. My resolve didn't last long. Jane lost the next hand to Leslie. Off came the bikini panties, and now the two were on the chair, their positions reversed. When Leslie reached around to cup Jane's big, heavy tits, I thought I was going to die. It was almost as if Leslie's hands were my own, as if I was getting the chance to feel those tits, to feel the warmth of Jane's pussy, to experience the jelly-like heat and yielding of her sweet insides. As Leslie opened her legs, streching Jane's wide open, giving me (and Mary and Karen, too,) a glimpse of both girls' moist, juicy clefts, I felt my hand almost involuntarily reach down into my shorts. When Jane closed her eyes, it was all I could do to keep mine open, for I felt I was feeling what she was feeling. The same excitement and exhilaration, the same crazy spinning feeling as hot blood rushed thru my head and my pussy and my whole body. My hand was Leslie and my pussy was Jane. With my other arm, still grasping the chair tightly, I pinched my own nipple thru my t-shirt. I was gripping the chair and my pussy and my tit with viselike intensity when Jane cried out loudly and began to climax in earnest. Her hips bucked against Leslie, her legs clamped down to pull Leslie's shut, and she had pulled her hands free to grab the chair behind her for support. She spasmed back and forth, her tits jiggling with jellylike rhythms, and the whole sight and sound and experience sent me over the edge. I clenched my teeth and held my breath as the shock wave broke over me, and I shivered so hard that I feared I would fall off the chair if I didn't hold on tight as I could. When it was over, there were tears in my eyes from the intensity of the orgasm. It had been one of the most intense of my life, mainly because I had to fight so hard to keep from being discovered. I was grateful for the release, grateful to my sister for allowing me this opportunity. But I was also in pain from hanging on so tight. When I finally looked up, Mary was removing Karen's black tights. On the next hand, Karen lost again, and Mary again won the right to relieve the loser of her bra. Karen was subjected to the same routine of displaying herself while Mary game an extended exposition of her bosomy charms. And then Karen was subjected to Mary's probings of her tits. As Mary began to weigh Karen's tits in her hands. Karen winked. I think the others thought it was for them, but I knew ... When the next hand was played, Leslie relieved Mary of her pantihose. Another hand, and Karen lost her final garment to Mary. Mary took her time lowering Karen's panties, and she made Leslie do the turning round-and-round routine. There was no spiel this time, instead Mary saved it for the moment when my sister was perched on Mary's ample thighs. As she made Karen's legs spread wide and wider still, Mary pointed out Karen's vaginal assets, the pouty inner lips, the distened clit, the lush pinkness of Karen's innards. This excited Karen, I could tell, for she fed on the "humiliation" of the moment, of being put on exhibition. I could smell her excitedness from my hiding place. Karen was "hot to trot." When Mary finally began fingering Karen, Karen was almost instantly orgasmic. And I sensed that Mary was getting off on this as well, and as Karen began to build towards a second, more intense climax, it became evident that Mary was losing her composure, too. Karen began to writhe hard against Mary's chest. In response, Mary arched forward to heighten the effect. Her big blue eyes closed tightly, and her breathing became as ragged as Karen's. Then they both cried out, Karen first, Mary following a few seconds later. And sat gasping for breath as they both came down from their high. Nor was any of this lost on Leslie or Jane. They were both sitting naked, and while I could not see clearly where their hands were, I suspected that they had been playing with themselves thru this particular display. Had I not just had such a wrenching climax, I might have done the same. As it was, I was simply filled with adoration for the marvelous non-virgin who sat with her legs still spread wide apart around her friend's legs, and who, even as she gasped harshly for breath, looked up and smiled at me. Resolutely, the girls continued the card game. The cards worked in favor of speeding up the game, for Mary lost three times in a row. Leslie got to remove the halfslip, and she did not hesitate to make Mary's bra-clad tits bounce in the process. Jane removed Mary's bra, and now Mary got tit for tat (so to speak.) Jane had Mary stand there with her arms out to the sides, which brought Mary's big white tits to attention. Though Mary's big, rosy nipples weren't as dark as any of the others, they stood out in stark contrast to her bone white skin. When her arms were down, her nipples pointed outward and slightly to the sides; with her arms up, they pointed upward but still outwards. When Jane got behind Mary, she reached under Mary's arms to cup Mary's tits. Mary's tits may have been big, but they were still firm. They held thier shape while Jane played with them, and Jane seemed to take delight in bobbling them in her hands. This Mary found more painful than pleasurable, and she looked relieved when Jane moved on to play with the nipples. The centers got hard fast, and even from the distance I sat I could see the centers actually distend and harden between Jane's fingers. I noted that Jane seemed less enthused about dallying with Mary's tits than she had about fingering Leslie's cunt. And Mary, for her part, seemed less than enthused about being fondled. So I was prepared to be somewhat bored on the next hand, when Karen won the right to relieve Mary of her final piece of clothing. Mary stood in the center of the pile of clothing, and seemed nervous as Karen pulled down her waist-high panties. Mary was not fat, she was chunky, I noted, simply built wide and round. She did, indeed, narrow at the waist, and her belly was almost, but not quite, flat. But she was built round, with melonlike breasts and matching rump. When she sat down on Karen's lap, legs astride Karen's, she looked positively massive. Karen wasted no time in spreading both Mary's legs and labia. Mary's pubic hair was so sparse that her cunt looked almost childlike, making me think of chubby round babies. Karen began with slow strokes along the insides of Mary's thighs, which seemed more to Mary's tastes than having her tits fondled. Soon Karen was teasing Mary's clit, but Mary was still not responding as the other girls had. Mary allowed Karen to do anything she wished, but apparantly Mary wasn't going to let herself go. I saw Karen's face spark, and she motioned to Jane to pick up her nightcase. Jane opened it up and held up some items one by one and Karen shook her head at each one until the vibrator was brought out. (Among the items in there were some of the leather thongs. I wondered what else Karen had spirited out of my closet.) Mary had her eyes closed, didn't see the ten-inch, penis shaped intrument. It was as if she was trying to block out the fact that others were watching. Jane handed the vibrator to Karen. Karen switched it on and placed the instrument on Mary's nipple. Mary's eyes opened wide, aghast at the feel of the supple plastic against her breast. Then Karen began drawing it down to Mary's pubes, running it along her thighs, along the sides of the vagina, then parting the lips slightly with it. Mary had again closed her eyes, and this time her tounge was licking her lips. Karen had found the right instrument to take Mary over the edge. I hoped she hadn't forgotten my prohibition against insertion as I watched her move the tickler up and down along Mary's wide open cleft. And suddenly Mary seemed to catch fire. As Karen brought the vibrator to bear on Mary's clit, Mary started to writhe, to moan, to shake. Her big tits jiggled with a life of thier own. There were satisfied smiles on Jane's and Leslie's faces as Mary began to respond wildly to the effects of the vibrator. She cried out when the climax hit her, her big blue eyes opening, then closing again as she shook and thrusted and shook again. A sudden spasm took her, and then she was relaxed again, save for a slight quake as she caught her breath. It was only then that I noticed my sister kissing Mary's neck and ears, whispering things to Mary which I could not quite hear. And Mary was smiling. Not a lot, but a definite smile. There was sudden applause from Jane and Leslie, who stood up and came forward to embrace Mary. I did not realize until later that I had witnessed an auspicious occasion: Mary's first orgasm. Not just her first at a party, her first ever, anywhere, anytime. When Jane and Leslie lifted her off Karen, Karen had as dumb a smile on her face as I'd ever seen. Sort of like the cat who had eaten the canary. Jane and Leslie gently lowered Mary onto a matress, and gently began kissing her neck and ears. (There seemed to be some sort of prohibition against kissing on the lips, especially open mouthed kissing. Karen later said that some of the girls felt that was just too close to being a lesbian. When she told me that, I simply looked skyward and laughed.) Apparantly the occasion warranted some celebration, and Mary's attitude seemed to have taken a complete turnabout. When Karen climbed between her legs and began applying fingers and vibrator in liberal dollaps to Mary's cunt, Mary responded avidly. When Jane and Leslie began fondling her tits, Mary pulled thier heads to her chest as if to welcome them. I suppose it sounds as if I wouldn't have been surprised by anything that happenned that night, but I wasn't that jaded yet. I was a bit surprised, for example, when Jane began licking and kissing and sucking on Mary's tits, even more so when Leslie offered her chest to Mary's mouth and Mary accepted it. But Karen didn't go so far with Mary's cunt. She settled for the insertion of two of her fingers, which Mary handled with no complaint. Karen set up a slow rhythm of penetration and withdrawal, remaining at a steady pace until Mary's hips began to move in tandem. It was hard to see any of Mary, but I could certainly see the general effects, and I was getting rather hot myself. Watching Mary's great hips as their thrusts increased in intensity and tempo, I found my own hips grining into the chair, my legs splayed so that the rim of the chair was rubbing against my clit. I was aware of Karen's fingers disappearing into Mary's cunt not so much by the vision as by the tremendous view of Mary's hips rising from the matress to meet my sister's digits. Suddenly, (orgasm always happens suddenly,) Mary was crying out, and Leslie was kissing Mary's neck and stroking her hair. Jane continued to suck on Mary's nipples, and Karen continued applying the vibrator to Mary's welcoming clit. Then Mary was actually screaming, her hands hard against Jane's head and Leslie's hands. And then the spasms hit, and she lurched forward, lurched back, and I found myself joining her, again expending the enourmous energy it took to hold in my cries of release. For twenty or thirty seconds, I felt my body go thru spasm after spasm, and I hung on tight to the chair lest I fall. When I opened my eyes again, Jane and Leslie were drawn full length against Mary's sides. Karen was still sitting between Mary's legs, and she was stroking them fondly with one hand. With an incredible pixieish leer on her face, she licked her fingers wantonly, drinking deep of the taste of Mary's hot vaginal juices. The call of nature hit me then, and I quietly left thru the storm door. When I returned, the girls were again playing cards, now for the very biggest stakes of the night. Each winner won the right to be dressed by the loser, and the loser had to be one of the naked girls. The last girl left naked was then the "big loser," and was at the mercy of the others for the rest of the night. At least, that was what Karen had told me. Well, it was that and more. The pile of clothes had been pushed aside and four nightgowns sat in a pile in the center of the ring of mattresses. The game went on for a while, for now the rules for winning and losing were different. The winner had to have at least three of a kind, the loser had to have not even one pair, and the other two girls had to have at least one pair. So they got to sit around naked for quite a while. It was ten minutes before Mary won with three Queens (appropriatte, I thought,) and Karen lost. The ritual I had expected was still many minutes away. The rules had changed quite a bit, I found. For Mary ordered Karen onto her knees, and Mary sat on a chair, with her legs spread wide. Karen was told to put her hands behind her back and clasp her hands, and walk on her knees over to where Mary sat. These directions, mind you, came not from Mary, but from Jane and Leslie. That was what made this part of their game so different from its beginnings. Neither the winner or the loser knew what they would be ordered to do. When Karen reached Mary, Leslie said, "Now kiss Mary's thighs." Karen began doing this, and Jane said, "Mary, play with your breasts." Mary and Karen enthusiastically followed thier orders, and I think Mary might have climaxed had she not been so thoroughly satisfied already. When about three or four minutes had passed, Karen was ordered to turn around, spread her knees and bend over. Mary was handed the vibrator and ordered to apply it to Karen's cunt, which sent Karen almost instantly into orgasm. When Jane and Leslie had decided that Karen had had enough, my sister was ordered to retrieve Mary's nightgown. Mary was asked to stand up, and Karen was handed a powder puff. After applying the puff to almost every inch of Mary's body from the neck down, Karen was allowed to dress Mary in the nightgown. The three naked girls sat down to play the next round of cards. Mary sat watching, rather near Karen, I noticed. They had to play five hands before the cards fell acceptably. Leslie came up the "winner," and my sister was again the "loser." Mary and Jane conferred, which looked rather ridiculous, Jane being naked and Mary covered to her toes by her nightgown. Jane retrieved her nightcase, which was one of those soft, long nylon bags, and brought out something I had only seen in magazines. I stared in wonderment as Jane held up a two foot long double dildo. Karen asked "Where did you get that?" A question that was on my mind, too, I might add. Jane said she found it while rummaging around in her attic. When pressed, she admitted to using it for solo excitement. But I felt her explanation rather lame, and thought that perhaps there were secrets Jane had been keeping from her friends. Secrets which made her all the more desireable to me. Jane's orders to Karen and Leslie were simple and direct. She coated the dildo with jelly (medicinal variety, thank you,) and handed it to Leslie saying, "As the saying goes, girls, go fuck yourselves!" Leslie and Karen both rolled thier eyes at Jane's coyness, but in seconds, they were down on the mattress caressing each other's tits and cunts, preparing each other for the insertion. When they both felt ready, they went through a clumsy bit of positioning, for the dildo was not terribly flexible. After a few minutes of frustration and bemusement, Karen grabbed the middle of the dildo and slowly forced it into her moist and willing cunt. Bending forward slightly, Karen held the other end pointing upwards so that Leslie could lower herself onto the instrument. Leslie was very tentative about the penetration, uncomfortable with the squatting position it was leaving her in. But when her rump hit the mattress, she found she could stretch her legs, and she lay them over Karen's. Karen began playing with her own clit, and Leslie took the cue. Soon thier hips were moving, writhing, thrusting. Karen was very into it, it seemed, more so than Leslie, and I could see her belly muscles flexing, aiding her vaginal muscles in working the dildo into the familiar in-and-out motion. Leslie picked up the rhythm and soon the girls were moaning and groaning. Leslie, particullarly, was particullarly vocal, saying "Oh, it feels so good, Karen," and "Harder, Harder, harder!" Karen was more into the feel of the event, but Leslie's utterances only hieghtened her excitement. Jane sat there watching with an adoring smile on her face; Mary simply looked on in stunned wonderment. Then Karen grabbed at the mattress beneath her and began to shudder hard and fast, her cries coming in short, shrill gasps. Her vaginal muscles clenching and releasing caused the dildo to move in rapid piston motion. The sudden change in tempo and intensity had its effect on Leslie's body, and suddenly she, too, was grasping at the mattress and rocking in noisy orgassm. When it was over, they lay panting, and they reached out to hold each other's hands. But neither made a move to remove themselves from the impaling device. After a minute went by, Jane suggested that they get on with the game. Leslie didn't want to get up, so Karen let Leslie lay on the mattress while she powdered and gowned her. Now the final hand. Karen and Jane, sitting crosslegged at the ends of one mattress, faced each other as they dealt the cards. Mary and Leslie watched avidly from the sidelines. Karen, as the previous loser, dealt the cards, and she took her time. Jane threw two cards, Karen three, and Karen ended up with three deuces to Jane's two kings. Jane was the night's "big" loser. For the moment, however, Mary and Leslie were calling the shots. Having been invaded by the two-headed monster already, Leslie was not averse to suggesting it for the next escapade. This time, however, the naked girls were called upon to do a sixty-nine until Leslie judged that they were good and ready. She ordered Jane to bend over on hands and knees on one mattress, and ordered Karen to do the same. "And spread your legs, girls!" Leslie added. Then she directed Mary to turn Karen's mattress until Karen's upturned rump and wide spread asscheeks faced Jane's equally exposed derriere. Leslie pushed Jane's mattress so that it abutted the wall, then had Mary move to the far end of Karen's mattress. Leslie spread jelly on the dildo's ends, and stood between the two naked rumps. On signal, Mary began to push Karen's mattress slowly towards Jane, until the tips of the dildo just brushed against each girls's love tunnel. Slowly, Leslie worked the dildo into Jane's cunt, until two inches of it had dissappeared. Then Mary pushed Karen closer, and Leslie worked the ramrod an inch or so into my sister's cleft. Mary kept pushing slowly. When the two mattresses met, Leslie had placed at least six inches of each end into Jane and Leslie's bodies. The effect of this was not lost on either girl, and Leslie heightened the sensations by grabbing the phallus and rotating it side to side. Soon Karen was again thrusting her hips back and forth, and I could see her belly quivering. And the sight of both girls' ample breasts swinging back and forth beneath them in eccentric rhythm. Most exciting, though, was the total obeisance of thier poses. It ignited real fire in me, and concrete plans as well. I wondered whether Jane would enjoy being Karen's sister in slavery. Once the two girls got going, Leslie and Mary sat back to watch, with the additional order that Karen and Jane each do whatever they needed to do to reach a climax. Karen reached back with one hand and massaged her clit, occasionally reaching to grab at the dildo and work it further in and out. This gave additional stimulation to both girls, and it was all Jane needed to send her quickly over the edge. When orgasm hit, Jane cried out, arching her back and raising her arms off the ground. Her tits swung crazily back and forth as she bucked against both the driving rod and her own body's convulsions. Karen took only a minute longer to hit climax, and the two young women fell to their mattresses with a shudder and a sigh. Despite the fall, they remained connected by the long, thick, double-headed invader. And I came, too. The sight of Karen, who I loved, and Jane, who I coveted, sent me over the edge. I was rubbing my clit hard against my palm, and drove two fingers deep into my own canal. Again, for the third time, I had to hold my breath and still my cries for fear of being heard. When I regained some semblance of control, my face was wet with the tears and sweat of my strain. When I finally looked out, Karen was in her nightgown. Like Leslie's, it was rather flimsy but not transparent, and it reached just far enough down not to be indecent ... in most circumstances. Jane was sitting curled up on her mattress, still naked, her legs drawn up to her chest, a sweet smile of satiation on her face. The three others were determining what Jane would have to do as the "big" loser. After the three had conferred a while, Karen was sent to get her bag, and she drew from it the leather thongs I had seen Jane hold up earlier. Karen was learning her lessons, all right. I knew exactly what she had in mind. Karen had Jane stand up, and made her spread her legs. As I had done the night before, Karen tied a thin strand of leather around Jane's waist, then tied the thicker strand to the waistband at Jane's back, and drew the thong thru Jane's legs. Then she looped it around Jane's neck, and tied a knot so that it made a long, unthreatening loop around Jane's neck. "Let me show you how this works," Karen announced to the other two girls. She grabbed at the thong where it passed between Jane's breasts, and moved it side to side, pulling it taut so that it moved Jane's clit and outer lips side to side. This motion made Jane twitch at first, but soon it began to excite her, especially when Mary and Leslie were invited to come up and play with Jane's tits. Karen moved behind Jane to give the other girls some room, and soon Jane was coming once again. They had her raise her arms over Karen's and Leslie's necks so they could support her when her legs gave out. When her orgasm was fully over, they sat her in the chair and read her the rules of her servitude. It was Mary who delivered the decree. "You will remain naked all night, save for the harness we have placed you in. You will serve us all as we decide, no matter what we ask you to do. If we send you upstairs you may wear a robe, but you may not tie it shut. If Karen's sister sees you, you may hold it shut. You must do anything we ask, but you retain a right of appeal. If you refuse to perform some task, and if the one who asks is willing to perform that task, you must then perform it too. If she refuses, you are relieved of that task. If she was the object of that task, and you appeal, that task will be performed on you. You may not refuse anyone from touching you in any manner they choose." Jane nodded in acquiesence. None of this was new to her, (and after her fling with the double dildo, I figured there was nothing to be done that night which she would object to.) She was invited back down onto the mattresses, where they allowed her to draw a sheet over her shoulders. And then they went back to talking about boys and schools and girls and makeup and clothes and movies. After a while, they put a film (some horror thing,) into the VCR and pretended to watch it while they continued talking. Jane was just as animated and involved in the conversation as were the others, which was understandable among these four. It was more an honor than a curse to be the "big" loser in this crowd. Occasionally, one of the girls would reach out and cushion Jane's breast with her hand, or pat her on the rump, or pull lightly on the harness. Ten minutes into the movie, I decided I needed a rest. My back and neck were tired simply from watching the proceedings, so I got up, streched, and ambled up thru the storm door and back up to my parents' bedroom. For almost two hours, I could still hear the raucous sounds of the girls talking and laughing. Shortly after eleven thirty, though, there was a period of silence. I pulled my robe on and made my way back to the porch. Quietly letting myself into the utility room, I moved to my chair. The lights were still on. Jane was seated on a mattress, her hands tied behind her with a leather thong. Her arms had thongs tied about them just below the shoulders, and those thongs were tied to the legs of the chair. The chair also straddled her legs so that she was effectively pinned to the ground and the chair. One by one, the other girls took turns sitting in the chair, draping thier legs over Jane's back and presenting thier wide open pussies for servicing. Jane gave each one a thourough tounging, and even Mary, (who didn't climax this time,) seemed to have enjoyed the experience. Karen, as you might imagine, went simply wild with ecstacy. When each girl had taken a turn, they untied Jane's arms and made her bend so that her chest lay flat on the chair seat. They made her reach around the chair legs with her arms and tied her hands to the legs of the chair. They made Jane straddle the chair with her legs as best she could, and then bound her legs to the chair with the ties from Jane's own robe. Karen, as you might imagine, was the director of this caper, having learned her lessons by being on the other end of the rope, so to speak. I was filled with admiration for my sister, and delighted in the sight of Jane, whom I also lusted after, so helplessly bound up. Karen handed Mary the vibrator, and Leslie greased up the dildo. Mary lay on the floor looking up at Jane's raised and vulnerable butt, and began applying the vibrator to Jane's pussy. Then Leslie kneeled to one side of the chair, and began to slowly inch the dildo into Jane's moist, inviting cleft. And Karen stood to the other side, simply watching the goings on. I wondered if she was content simply to observe and direct. I couldn't quite picture her that way. As it turned out, she was simply waiting for the proper moment. When Jane began to respond with animated rapture, Karen raised her palm slightly and gave Jane's but a good, solid swat. Jane screamed, raising her head to cry out. Mary and Leslie continued their activities as if nothing had happened, (although Leslie quickly changed her position to get out of Karen's swatting range.) Karen reached down and caressed both of Jane's spread, flattened cheeks. Then she delivered another swat, then another, alternating from right to left rump, until ten swats had been delivered. Jane's response was incredible. She seemed to stiffen against Karen's blows, and fought at her bonds. But when Karen stopped, Jane went wild, bucking her hips against the instrument being ramrodded in and out of her now dripping cunt. Both Mary and Leslie held to their tasks, while Karen moved to Jane's side and began kissing and caressing Jane's neck, shoulders, and back. Jane came with a wrenching cry, a shuddering spasm. The chair shook beneath her, and Leslie felt the dildo being pulled from her hand by the force of Jane's vaginal muscles. Then Jane shuddered again, and with a reverse thrust, the dildo went flying from her body. But Mary held the vibrator to Jane's clit, and Jane found her orgasm extended into a long, drawnout series of body wrenching, enervating climaxes. When Mary finally removed the vibrator, Jane simply collapsed in exhaustion. Then they untied poor Jane and let her lay on her mattress to rest. Needless to say, I was getting pretty close to exhaustion myself. I was too tired to climax while watching this scene, but it was not for lack of trying. Even after Jane was untied, I was standing there in the dark corners, thinking about what I had seen and trying desperately to bring myself off. The strain of having to be quiet while doing this made it almost impossible to succeed. After about ten minutes or so, I gave up. I straggled to my feet and stretched my tired muscles. I ached to be alone (or with Karen,) and be able to come as exposively as I wished, so I left the utility room and locked the storm door behind me. I came off the porch into the kitchen, where, earlier in the evening, I had drawn the shades. I was stripping off the robe as I crossed the kitchen. Without thinking, by the time I reached the hallway, I had pulled my t- shirt off as well. I was out of my shorts by the time I reached the stairs, and I went straight to the bathroom to answer nature's call. I was on my way to my room when I decided I wanted something to drink. Without thinking, I tossed the robe over my shoulders and ran downstairs. I approached the door to the kitchen, the robe covering nothing as it blew back behind me. And there, wearing a robe covering as little as possible, was Jane, standing at the refrigerator. Her hands were full with soda and cookies, there was no way she could hold the robe closed. The harness formed its ANKH shape against her fair skin, and her beautiful breasts held the robe wide apart. She had a look in her eyes akin to a deer caught in an oncoming car's headlights ... one part fear, one part amazement. I realized that I was as naked as she, and that some of her gaze was fascination at that fact as well. And there was something else in her gaze, too. When it became evident that I was not angry or upset or in any way judgemental, the fear in her gaze slowly dissipated, to be replaced by something else. I was pleased to see it in her eyes, and pleasantly surprised, too. For it was just what I had been feeling for her, too, as I had watched her being disrobed, watched her being fingered to orgasm, watched her being impaled by that wondrous dildo. Desire and lust. I held a finger up to my lips. Almost imperceptibly, Jane nodded. I moved toward her, and she remained stock still. I took the soda and the cookies from her, placed them on the counter beside us. Somehow she knew I wished her to be still. I quietly pushed the basement door shut, and moved ever closer to her. I felt like a vampire as I moved slowly towards Jane, for she stood there as if transfixed by some unseen force. As I approached her, she dipped her head to offer me her neck, almost as if she instinctively knew what I was feeling. As if to seal the bargain, I opened my mouth wide as I kissed her on the neck, forcing my teeth to her skin. Not enough to leave marks, but enough that she would feel the hardness. Her body was hot beneath me, and I longed to take her in my arms and carry her to my parents' bed. Instead I withdrew from her, but held her gaze as she lifted her head. Continuing the vampire metaphor, I pulled my black robe capelike across my face. "You will come to me in the darkness," I said, in my most commanding quiet tone. I backed away from her, then turned at the door and dissappeared into the darkness of my parents' room. Moments later I heard Jane's footsteps descending the basement stairs. I lay down on Mom's bed and fell straight to sleep. "I come to you, mistress," came the voice in my dream. I became aware of Jane standing at the side of my bed, arms limp at her sides, wearing her robe and harness. I groaned. "I am yours," Jane said, and I realized then that I was not dreaming. Jane was actually standing there. The only light in the room streamed in from the kitchen, and its reflection in the mirror struck Jane's side, outlining her breasts in relief as they hung out from the open robe. She held her arms out, her palms forward, offering herself to me. She shrugged, and the robe fell to the floor. I was amazed at my good fortune, but too groggy as yet to do anything about it. Jane seemed to sense that too, and she simply stood there waiting in her offering posture, smiling down at me angelicly. I slowly got to my feet. From both of us rose the musky odor of our sex and of our evening's sexuality. I had the most certain feeling that Jane knew I'd been spying on her (and her friends,) this evening. I didn't know how she might have known, but I was beginning to think there was something almost super- natural at work here. As I stood, Jane's eyes followed mine, not challengingly, no, simply keeping our mutual gaze intact. I raised my arms, again taking the vampire pose, my black robe draped over my arm outstretched towards her. Jane came towards me, slowly, the beatific smile never fading, her eyes meeting mine but with a downcast look about them, as if announcing that she understood her subservience to me. When she came within my arm's grasp, I pulled her to me, and our mouths met and our tongues entwined, and I felt her nipples hard against the soft flesh of my breasts. A thrill the likes of which I had never experienced before shot thru me, as if to confirm for me forever that I would never, ever again be fully satisfied by a man. I grabbed Jane by the harness at her waist behind her back, and she gasped as the taut leather cut into her tender cleft. Never breaking the kiss, I lowered us both to the bed, and we intertwined our legs so close that our the hair of our pubes intertwined. "I am yours forever," Jane said to me, and at that moment, I was prepared to believe her. Though I knew I would dominate her as I dominated Karen, in fact, dominate Jane more thoroughly than I had every dreamed of with Karen, I also felt that, in a way, I was hers forever, as well. Then we were kissing again, and working our thighs back and forth against each others' moist privates, until both of us gasped, each unwilling to make a sound, as the wash of orgasm spilled over us. We lay there clinging to each other with such intensity that I was sure we had left marks in each others' skin. I don't think either of us wanted to let go, but at some point we both realized that Jane must return to the basement, lest she be missed. We stood, and I asked her to place my robe over my shoulders. Then I asked her to pick up her robe. I looked her straight in the eye. "On your knees," I whispered. Jane quickly sank to her knees before me. "Kiss me there!" I ordered. Jane leaned forward and gently kissed my pussy. "Now rise." She did. "You are mine, Jane. For better or for worse, you are bound to me. Do you understand?" She nodded. "Then go now. Tomorrow we will talk. Lower your head." She did, and I gently kissed her once on the forehead, once on the very crown of her head, once at the very bottom of her skull towards the base of the neck. As a final gesture, I kissed her neck, my mouth open, much as I had done earlier in the evening. I sucked hard, knowing that I would leave a mark on her fair skin. My mark. "Now go." She slipped into her robe, and moved slowly towards the door. She turned around and smiled angelically. "I love you," she said. I smiled back. "And I you. Now go." Jane left, closing the door behind her. I heard her footsteps padding softly down the basement stairs. Then all was silent and I slept. (Continued in V. THE NEW DISCIPLE)