Author's Note.

This is a story about control. Control and manipulation. Control, manipulation, dominance, submission and most importantly it is about relationships. It is also about contrasts and differences in the roles we adopt dependent upon who we are with. Having said that it is not really about BDSM or pain or tying up or spanking or blindfolds or butt plugs or gags. It is more about a man taking control of a woman through his personality and of her welcoming that control and direction.

I am not sure that there is a Literotica category that is really suitable. Yes, of course Mind Control is a consideration, but then so is BDSM and Chain Stories. I guess I will switch around as I publish each part.

At the heart of the story is Guy Bresterton, a university professor and Christina a highly successful investment banker. Her bank sponsors a digital library at Cambridge University and that is how they meet. She is in her late thirties, is divorced and has a very demanding and powerful job where she manages a team of over 150, mainly men. Not believing in marriage or monogamy, Guy is single.

Christina has little time to build relationships of any depth or length and consequently she leads a largely disappointing sex life. Although not in favour of one-night stands, she buys sex. She has a network of escort agencies in the cities she visits most frequently and anonymously they provide her with the men she needs to satisfy her. She has no difficulty at all in intellectualising and reconciling the differences between her beliefs and behaviour

Guy is a sexual adventurer. He is a non-conformist with strong and creative beliefs. He is also an exceedingly bright and intelligent man and that is one of Christina's fetishes: she is far more interested in what a lover has between his ears than between his legs.

The story is quite long so I have broken it down into several parts, each of which should stand alone as a meaningful story. Obviously it would be preferable if the parts were read in a chronological order, but that is up to the reader.

There are two other points of relevance at this stage.

Firstly, Guy fucks Christina the afternoon they meet.

And secondly, I am Christina.

*

I was becoming used to Guy, well in some ways. I was starting to understand how he worked. Nobody got close to him, especially women and, so it seemed, particularly me. Emotionally that is for I certainly was becoming and had been several times now, very close to him physically. I mean can you be closer to a man than have him give you an orgasm when you are fully dressed, simply by turning you round, bending you over and licking your bum hole until you cum? But after that and after other similar instances, him cumming in my mouth and then us kissing and exchanging the cum I hadn't swallowed, for instance. He turned off as if we hardly knew each other. It was as if the physical closeness exhausted him and stopped him being the same emotionally. He never used pet names, babe, luv, darling or honey, he never made any reference to love or affection. Yes, he used compliments but they were always about the physical aspects of the relationship; my body, my tits, my arse and my cunt, yes that's how he always referred to it, he didn't believe in such vanilla terms as pussy, fanny, penis or making love. It was always fucked or shagged, his cock and what he was going to do to me. He didn't mention the future, he never talked about where our relationship might go or what he hoped for. He just didn't open up or let me get emotionally close to him.

But then he didn't believe in love, just as he didn't agree with monogamy, being faithful to another person and being heterosexual; to him everyone was bisexual and that together with polygamy were man's natural states.

He was by an enormous margin, the most intelligent man I had ever met. And I adore intelligence, it does something to me, it turns me on. From the first time I had met him he had aroused me, and he kept me like that every moment I was with him. Between making a date and seeing him, which was usually a very short time, and when travelling to meet him, I was like a bitch in heat.

Although I invited him to my Dockland's apartment, he would never come. We only ever met at his rooms in Cambridge or at his farm a few miles away. I think that was because he would be outside his comfort zone in my home and might not be able to control everything as he could at his places. And I had learned, control was everything to Guy.

He used that. That was his way. He knew the effect he had on me, perhaps that's why he chose me? And he knew what he could do to me. Not sexually, for he would have assumed from the outset with me and with any other woman he selected to have sex with he would do as he wanted, but emotionally. He saw something in me that made him know that he could control me, that he could direct and dominate me, that I would be subservient to him and that I would do as he wished. I had a feeling, though we never discussed it, that because I was the banker, the sponsor of their library, the big wheel behind it, the big boss as he called me and the money for the college he needed to show that he was really more powerful than me. And so far I had, willingly and eagerly gone along with him on that, but still did not understand why.

Before Guy, I had only had two 'one night stands,' not that either lasted the night. One was when I was a teenager in Ibiza with a gorgeous Swedish boy and the other was just after I separated, which was with a guy of my age I met at a party, who had just got divorced. Both were rather silly and came about because of sexual need and opportunity. That was not the case with him. I let Guy fuck me the day we met because of two reasons. One I wanted him to and two he totally seduced me.

On each occasion I suffered guilt afterwards, surprisingly more with the two straightforward earlier shags than the session with Guy, despite that being more intense and, in many ways more concerning. I did things on my first 'date' with him that I had not done with any other man until I had known them for some time and, even now, I am surprised I did them. I was surprised that I undid the halter neck of my dress and standing before him, got my breasts out and caressed myself as he sat naked, smoking a cigar watching and directing me. I was surprised that I didn't object, but instead enjoyed him sucking my breasts so hard that he left red marks, surprised that I enjoyed the pain of his fingernails sinking into the flesh of my bum and surprised that I didn't pull away when he pinched and pulled my nipples harder than they had been pulled before. I was surprised that I didn't try to stop him fucking me for the best part of an hour as he gave me orgasm after orgasm while he did very little. I was also very surprised that when he phoned me as I drove home down the M11 I followed his instructions. They were to pull off the motorway, find a quiet spot, park, undo the halter neck of my dress, roll the skirt up and masturbate.

I wasn't so surprised on our second liaison, as I now thought of them, and not dates, when he bathed me, massaged me on a bed on his outdoors, rooftop balcony and then made love, or it felt like love, several times during the afternoon, night and next morning.

I knew I was under his control, but it took me time to understand why. It was my fascination for this unpredictable, brilliant, arrogant, self-deprecating, humorous, sexually adventurous, ambitious and creative, free thinking man. I wasn't in love, I was fascinated by him. And in its way, that was far more powerful than the love I had experienced in the past.

I was fascinated by his confidence in: stripping off completely whilst I was still dressed, assuming, no knowing, I would do as he said, expressing his views on bisexuality, polygamy, love and marriage, seemingly having strict control over his erection; not for him letting a mere woman make him hard, he chose when that would happen as it, or so it seemed he did with ejaculating! It wasn't just those sort of things either. He was an immensely attractive man. In his late forties, he had long hair that had a wave that continuously flopped down his forehead and piercing blue eyes. He had a way of looking at people that was almost hypnotic, his gaze was so intense. He was slim, had a hairy chest, a good body, a sturdy, attractive uncircumcised dick and a great bum. So for me he was intellectually, emotionally, physically and personality attractive and fascinating.

Visiting those rooms again a few weeks later and finding him in bed, naked with Kali had been a surprise and a shock. The surprise was not just due to seeing another woman in bed with him it was who the woman was. Kali was the HR manager for my group and reported to me, she had introduced me to Guy a few weeks ago although she had known him for several months. I had known her for over fifteen years having joined on the same graduate intake programme when we were both in our early twenties. Of even more surprise and shock was that no more than fifteen minutes after entering his bedroom I was also as good as naked, I was in bed and I was touching Kali's breasts as she touched mine. He had turned us on our sides facing each other and had then pushed our faces together until we kissed. It was a momentous moment that was manipulated and manoeuvred by him, but experienced and enjoyed by all of us.

We were all on the bed, he and Kali were naked I was just wearing my panties; a high fronted, white satin thong that was cut acutely at the legs meaning that close attention to one's bikini line was essential. I had recently taken to trimming my tawny thatch into a neat 'landing strip' of pubic hairs, which clearly exposed my lips, so I was fine.

Kali and I knew we were being manipulated by Guy, but we were powerless to do anything about it. The kiss was was soft and gentle at first; we were exploring and experimenting. We savoured the softness, the taste and the smell of each other with our lips and tongues and the smoothness and roundness of the others breasts with our hands. As our lips got used to each other and we as women became accustomed to what we were doing, so the kiss became more intense. Our lips parted, our mouths opened, our tongues explored and we squirmed our faces together. Our hands left the other's breast and went round their body. We cuddled each other and our bodies moved even closer so that our breasts were not being cupped by the other's hands, but were being squashed by the other's breasts.

"Oh yes ladies, yes," we heard Guy say.

I opened my eyes and saw him kneeling behind Kali's shoulder; he was now hard and was stroking himself. I wondered when and how he would join in, for I assumed that was his intention and the main reason he had set this up.

Kali's full, round breasts engulfed my B cup, boobs and I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my soft flesh. It was an intoxicating situation as the kiss intensified, our inhibitions reduced and our ardour increased. Just as Guy had said many times, sex was sex irrespective of the gender mix.

I felt Guy behind me. He reached round me and cupped my breast with one hand and, I noticed with an unexpected surge of excitement, Kali's with his other. He squeezed both breasts and then pushing them together he rubbed the nipples together. He kissed us both and we alternated our kissing of each other by returning his kisses. His hands roamed all over us finding and pressing my clit and, I assumed Kali's as well. It made my body jerk and I grunted with pleasure. I kissed Kali, or was it Guy, even harder. I had hands on me everywhere, my breasts, my bum, between my thighs and on my pussy, but whose were they? Which were Guy's and which were Kali's? It didn't really matter so I stopped wondering and just gave into the sensations and returned the caresses.

Guy got between us. He knelt between our legs by our knees, his now fully hard cock standing up ramrod straight; it looked wonderful and I wanted to hold it, but it was out of my reach.

"Are you enjoying it?" He asked us, as he eased my panties down and off, without asking of course.

We both nodded as our fingers trailed across the others breasts and nipples, his eyes following their path. It really was so amazingly erotic to be touching another woman intimately and have her doing it to me as a man looked on. It was bringing so many things out from me that must have lain fairly dormant all my life. The ones that most surprised me were exhibitionism and voyeurism; I had a little experience of other women, but then Guy had also brought out others previously. I hadn't realised fully just what excitement and pleasure I could derive from being abused and demeaned, from being submissive to a dominant man and from him hurting me and leaving marks on me.

As he was saying. "Now do you believe me about as all being innately bi," I was wondering just what else this fascinating man would do to me, would teach me and bring out in me in the future; that is if he decided we had a future!

"Yes Guy," Kali said kissing my cheek. "I certainly do, I have wanted to do this with Chrissy for such a long time" she said cupping my boob and lifting it up. That rocked me somewhat for I had no idea that my HR Director had any sexual ideas about me. She bobbed her head down and licked my nipple. I have had them licked hundreds of times, but never had a tongue felt like that; it was if I had been given an electric shock.

"Oh God Kali," I groaned grabbing the back of her head and pulling her face against my breast. She kissed me right on my areola and then sucked my engorged nipple into her mouth. It was fantastic. She did that for a few moments, before breaking away, looking me in the eye and arching her back, which made her tits stick out. It was a clear invitation and accepting it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world, so I did accept it. Her nipple felt wonderful in my mouth and against my tongue. She stroked my hair as greedily like a baby I fed on her breasts; it was easy to do, it seemed perfectly normal and it felt so right.

I couldn't help smiling when I thought. 'Is this what human resource specialists are supposed to do, fuck their boss?'

Guy was pulling my shoulder. "Lay back, both of you" he ordered.

Neither of us, even for one moment, thought of disobeying him, despite the pleasure we were getting and giving to each other and we laid back, Kali to my left. We propped our nude bodies up on the pillows of the bed and looked from each other to Guy and back again. He again knelt between our legs and once more took hold of our hands, my left and Kali's right.

"Are you ready?" he asked. I had no idea for what, but like Kali I nodded. He went on "It's time for the next stage." I still had no idea, but I quickly found out when he moved both our hands. This time he didn't move them towards the others breasts, but towards our pubic mounds. He pressed them down and I felt Kali's on my 'landing strip' and mine on her fuller thatch of mousy pubic hairs. I jumped at the combination of the sensations.

"Oh God Chrissy," Kali sighed.

"Yes Kali," I moaned back having no idea what else to say.

We looked at each other. Her eyes were half closed and looked to be misty, from desire or want I imagined. We both wiggled our fingers, we parted our thighs a little and our fingers found the others warm, wetness. It was familiar of course from masturbating, but at the same time so different. We turned on our sides, we kissed, our breasts squashed together and we continued stroking the other's lips and pressing the other's clit. It was absolute magic.

Guy joined in. His hands were all over both naked bodies; on our tits, our nipples, our bums, between our cheeks and joining ours on the others pussy. Now I really had no idea who was doing what to me and where, just as Kali could not have known whose fingers were inside her, whose were on her clit and whose mouth was sucking her tits. But it didn't matter, why should it? After all we are all innately bi aren't we?

*

I didn't hear from Guy for quite some time after having sex with Kali and him; he didn't bother with the niceties of keeping in touch. The only times I heard from him by phone, text or mail was when he wanted me. That was fine by me. I wasn't after any more from him. I was, I admit, fascinated by him, but I didn't want to develop a relationship deeper than what we had, probably because I was frightened. And what we had was a sexual relationship. An intense sexual relationship, an odd one, an extreme one and a hugely experimental and adventurous one, but in the end simply a sexual one. A sexual one where he manipulated me, directed, controlled and dominated me; where he somewhat abused me, demeaned me a little, treated me like his slut, took me way out of my comfort zone, extended my boundaries by miles, taught me, helped me open up and find things out about myself and one where I was his to do with as he pleased. On top of that it was an anonymous relationship. The only common link between us was Kali and she knew none of my current friends and played no part in my life. So Guy was a totally separate compartment of my life that I could open, go into, do as I wished then leave when I wanted, well to be more accurate, when he dismissed me. In that compartment I could be who I wished and act how I wanted and with him that was so different to any way I had behaved with other lovers previously. I readily admit I gave myself totally to him; with Guy there could be no other way, it was his way or no way. And his way was not just dominating me physically, but also mentally and emotionally; yes Guy didn't just fuck my body he fucked my mind as well.

I had never been particularly sexually promiscuous. When single I had generally been faithful to the boy I was dating at the time and when married I had only been unfaithful with one man. Since the split I had been more active, but then adjusting to single life with middle age looming and the social changes that had gone on since I had last been 'in play', was very difficult.

My work had become my life. My career was everything. It totally consumed me and I had time for nothing else. It had ruined my marriage and left me no time for a social, romantic or sex life. For the past year I had bought most of the sex I had experienced; it was quicker, easier, less messy and it left no traces.

I didn't know what I wanted from life other than advancement in my career. I knew I didn't want to live with or become emotionally entangled with a man. So I had for the past couple of years been very careful with my relationships in general and sex in particular. I guess masturbation had become my only hobby, well after golf that is.

This was due in part, I thought, to me not having a particularly high sex drive. Reading in books and papers and talking to girl-friends had hinted to me that my need for sexual gratification was lower than the norm. Nevertheless during my married years I couldn't recall turning him down very often and I certainly wasn't a frequent sufferer from 'bedtime headaches,' in more ways than one, I just went with the flow! Nevertheless, since the split I had sometimes gone weeks and even months without sex, occasionally not even masturbating. When I think along those lines I wonder just who is the more fucked up, Guy or me?

In some ways this made my relationship with Guy even stranger. I mean if a sexually reasonably respectable, forty something year old businesswoman can so easily go without sex, why get mixed up with such a sexual maverick as Guy? There was no answer to that. As equally, there was no answer to why a relatively sexually reserved woman would do the things I had with him, where there was no future for a relationship. Was that perhaps the key? Was it that I didn't need to make a commitment, that I wouldn't get that involved and that Guy wanted nothing more from me than sex? Was it that and a need that he had brought to the surface in me to experiment and test myself, extend my boundaries and satisfy my intellectual curiosity about sex and sexuality. I thought that the answer might lie there somewhere, a little like Belle de Jour really!
I started researching domination and submission; there was plenty of stuff on the net. It seems that far more people are involved than is generally acknowledged although 'Fifty Shades' may be bringing more to the surface. The main thing I learnt and that hit me hard is that being submissive sexually is particularly prevalent amongst women who have powerful jobs!

"Friday ok Chrissy?" He said down the phone on a Saturday afternoon about three weeks after that afternoon and evening with Kali.

"Er actually Guy, it's a little difficult" I replied without thinking.

"Little difficulties are sent to try us Christina, not fuck up relationships you know" he said sternly and pointedly.

"What time do you want me" I replied lamely?

"I'll text you later and you can stay the night."

"Oh shit Guy, that is er..."

""That is what?" He chimed in.

I was going to say impossible for I had made arrangements to spend the weekend, well at least some of it in Copenhagen. I had meetings in Germany on Monday and had planned to fly to Frankfurt on the Sunday evening.

"It's fine.

"Ok I'll text later with what you need to do."

Kali called me that evening. She explained that she was in town the next day, the Group HR offices, for some bizzare reason were in Bristol, and perhaps we could meet. I thought of suggesting that she come to my apartment, but didn't. The idea of being alone with her slightly worried me. I thought she might try something on and I was worried about being tempted. Instead we met at a bar just outside Paddington station where her train would arrive.

We had coffees and chatted away as if nothing had happened between us. I tried appearing relaxed, but underneath my, hopefully, controlled exterior I was as nervous as hell. I couldn't help looking at her, dressed very casually in a white tee shirt, dark blue vee necked sweater and jeans, and recalling her naked body in Guy's bed. As she slumped back in the leather chair my mind recalled her lying back on the bed her large tits glaring at me, her nipples hard and pointed. As she picked up her coffee cup or sliced her chocolate cake I looked at her hands and fingers and remembered them on my breasts and nipples, on my clit and inside my pussy, no not pussy, Guy insisted on using the more appropriate words, inside my cunt.

"You ok?" She suddenly asked.

"Yes, yes, why?"

"You look a little flushed."

"Let's walk a bit shall we?"

We wandered around a little and found ourselves in a small park. We sat on a bench in the middle near a pond where children were feeding the ducks.

"We need to talk Kali."

"Yes I know," she replied sounding as nervy as I felt.

We skirted round the core issue for a while but then opened up and we told each other everything.

Kali had first had sex with Guy a year or so ago. The fling only lasted a couple of weeks and since then nothing until, as she put it, "He made a play for you. You did have sex with him after that meeting didn't you?" I admitted that I had, but gave no details. She went on. "That seemed to make him more interested in me and he asked me round that afternoon, I had no idea he'd invited you as well. But when you look as I do Chris and you have a chance of someone like Guy, what can you do?"

I smiled at that. We chatted on a little more again skirting around the subject of what we did together until she said. "You were alright with everything weren't you?" I said that I was and asked if she had much experience with women. Kali said that she had for years as she termed it "Messed around with girls." I pondered on that for a while, before asking, "Do you er, um usually oh, never mind."

"No tell me, I don't mind."

"I mean is it usually with a man there?"

She smiled and putting her fingertips on the back of wrist said quietly. "Sometimes luv, but sometimes just the two of us."

I went hot all over as she said that and looked deep into my eyes. 'Was she trying to pull me?' I suddenly wondered I recalled her making me cum with Guy and I imagined myself naked with her in my bed, just the two of us. She smiled.

"Maybe you should try it sometime?"

I didn't know whether I could do that. I had overcome the issue of her and Guy bringing my bi side out. I believed his thesis on sexuality, but wasn't sure how I would react to being alone with any woman including Kali and having sex with them. It somehow felt less lesbian with the 'respectability' of a man present although years ago when I was experimenting I had been with a couple of girls and during my marriage we had partner swapped including the other woman and me getting it on a little.

Although Kali had made me cum a couple of times with her fingers on and up my pussy and with her mouth and hands on my breasts, as indeed I had to her, Guy was in attendance all the time. He was involved completely, after all he was our controller. He was continually touching and caressing both of us, kissing us, getting his fingers up us, pressing his erection against us and letting us hold that. He had fucked both of us. By fuck in that sense I meant put his cock up us, surged and thrusted a few times and then changed over. To my recollection he didn't cum at all. But he did make both of us cum, Kali first I recalled recognising his wish to humiliate me a little.

She and I were lying on our sides in each other's arms, our breasts squashed together when it happened the first time, although I had been very close several times since getting onto the bed with them. Our tummies were touching, our mouths squirming and our legs were intertwined pushing our pubic mounds together. I saw Guy get behind her and I felt Kali bending and lifting her leg, pulling it up and resting it on my hip. My fingers were on her pussy and I felt him pushing against it. It was a strange sensation to have his cock pushing past my hand up inside Kali who grunted and shuddered as it filled her. She was moaning and sighing as we kissed. Both Guy and I stroked her lovely, big tits and he fucked her from behind. It didn't take long for her slight bodily shudders to turn into near convulsions and her low moans to become deep groans, almost animalistic in tone I thought as I had the awesome experience of a woman cumming in my arms. I was actually kissing her as she reached the peak of her orgasm; it made me feel wonderful.

But then it was my turn. Guy entered me, also from behind. He slid in so easily for I was soaking wet from everything that had been going on. He started to pump as Kali kissed me and rubbed my breasts. Guy did the same. I was being aroused everywhere. Hands were all over me, I didn't know whose were squeezing my tits, whose were pinching and pulling my nipples, whose were on my clit and who was caressing my bum. I didn't know any of that, but what I did know was that it was Guy's cock buried deep in me and that I was fucking that. But it wasn't just them touching me. I was squeezing Kali's boobs, pulling and then licking and chewing her nipples, stroking her bum and thighs and kissing her. I was touching Guy where I could from his position behind me, and reaching down between my legs and finding his cock and balls. I hardly knew where my body ended and the other's began and I had no idea whether the fingers rubbing my clit and tits were male or female. What that made me realise was that it didn't matter. There was no difference in the sensations I gained between Kali's fingers and Guy's on my body. Fingers and hands clearly are very bisexual I found.

"Would you like to come to the apartment, you've never seen it have you?" I asked her.

She looked straight into my eyes. "Are you sure, Chrissy?"

I averted my eyes from hers, took a deep breath. "Yes Kali."

We walked to the Bayswater and got the Central Line to Bank and the DLR to Heron Quay station.

"It's only a five minute walk, not worth getting a cab," I said as we walked down the stairs to street level.

We didn't speak much as we strolled to my apartment complex. I was certainly feeling very, very nervous. I was beginning to realise that it was one thing being 'forced' into a threesome and making love to a woman, but a completely different thing to be taking a woman back to my home with the likelihood of having sex with her.

We had a drink on the large patio balcony leading from the L shaped lounge with floor to ceiling sliding doors. It was completely secluded and something of a sun trap, so much so that it was there that I was able to get an all over tan; no need for sunbeds when you have a place like that I often thought.

"So Chrissy, why did you invite me to your lovely home?" She asked standing holding the rails running round the second floor patio and looking out over the docks to the Thames. I was next to her leaning back on the rails, but then I was used to the view.

I didn't have a ready answer to that. Also I didn't know what to say for I didn't really know why I had asked her. I was confused.

"I don't know Kali" I mumbled.

Then, just as Guy did with me, Kali took command. She turned towards me, put her hand on my the side of my face the furthest away from her, her forearm brushing against my breasts, turned my head towards her and kissed me. As easily, straightforward and blatant as that. I didn't resist or stop her, not even when her hand slipped down and cupped my breasts.

"Was it for this she whispered?" kissing me again.

"I really don't know Kali, I don't seem to know anything about sex it seems since meeting Guy," I groaned back returning her kiss.

"I know what you mean," she smiled breaking the kiss for a moment and slipping her hand inside my top.

Of course we went to bed. Of course we had sex and of course we made each other cum several times. As equally of course we went further, much further than we had with Guy.

We were on our sides our hands caressing all over the other's body. We had already visited each other's pussy and made each other cum by stimulating the other's clit and shoving fingers inside her. Kali rolled on top of me, my small breasts 'vanishing' into her fuller mounds of flesh. We kissed of course and then she manipulated herself so that she was lying between my legs, which I had willingly, probably eagerly even, opened for her. Our mounds were crushed together. By writing our stomachs together and surging and thrusting up and down, our clits rubbed together and we simulated fucking each other. But we wanted more sensation and Kali knew how to get that. She lifted one of her legs over mine and that made the contact between mounds more intense. And like that she fucked me with the lips of our cunts rubbing together giving both of us seemingly near perfect orgasms. We ended up with my legs wrapped round Kali's waist, my ankles crossed on her bum and both of us whimpering and moaning as we enjoyed a great mutual orgasm.

I made some tea and took that to the bedroom assuming we had finished. I sat on the edge of the bed as we drank the tea expecting Kali to want a shower before dressing and leaving. I was feeling a little uncomfortable; it can be like that for me after any sex, but it seemed particularly so now having a naked woman, my HR Director in my bed having just had sex with her. I finished my tea and put the mug on the glass topped bedside table. To do that I leaned forward. As I did, Kali put her fingers on my shoulder then slowly ran them down my spine. Down and down they went as I simply sat there enjoying it and thinking is there no end to my new found decadence? I soon got the answer and it was a resounding no!

They reached my buttocks and stopped.

"Lean forward," she muttered pushing on the back of my shoulder. "You have a gorgeous arse Chrissy."

I did and her fingers slid between my bum and the bed.

"Lift up a bit, lean on the table," Kali said sounding very much like our joint lover, Guy

Her fingers sliding along my lips from the back made me shudder.

"Kneel on the bed, baby," she cooed her fingers slipping slightly inside me. "No not like that as I knelt upright with my back straight."

"How then."

"With your head on your arms."

I hadn't been being sucked and licked from behind on my pussy very often. On my bum yes, but most men I had been with had always wanted to take me orally from the front. Not Kali though. She took me so totally and completely from behind with her tongue, lips and teeth. Her hands, though were round me on my clit and tits so she most comprehensively sexually ravaged me and, I had to admit, I enjoyed every moment of my first one on one womanly, real bisexual encounter.

*

"Come to the farm at two on Friday and you will need to stay the night" was all the text said. 'What the hell does need to mean?' I had wondered upon reading it, thinking about it and now as I drove up the M11 with the address of his farm logged into the satnav. It had been warm, but overcast when I left Docklands and the further almost due north I drove towards Cambridge so the weather deteriorated. It got darker and darker and looked as if it was bound to storm.

I was wearing a mid-blue, low cut cotton tee shirt. I had felt trendy when I had dressed and had slipped into a pair of black leggings, thick tights really, but ending at the ankles, over which I was wearing a black, fashionable, ridiculously short, mid-thigh length dress with buttons from the high collar to the waist that the fashion writers dictated should be left undone. The short skirt was pleated and the top was loose. I knew that the outfit was on the young side for me and was overly fashionable for the assignation, but as I was wearing no underwear I hoped Guy would forgive me if he didn't like the trendy get up.

I arrived dead on time and just as it started to rain. I heard rumbles of thunder in the distance.

"Mmmm, very nice" he said after his housekeeper Mary had shown me into the large sitting room of the beautifully appointed old farmhouse. He had managed to combine old and new exceptionally tastefully throughout the large rambling house and wherever one looked there were features that impressed and were easy on the eye.

He kissed me after Mary left the room. He pulled the skirt up and stroked my bum. I wasn't quite sure if the 'very nice' referred to my appearance, my bum or that he'd established my lack of underwear; the latter I suspected.

"Come with me," he said taking my hand. He led me upstairs, through the bedroom and onto the patio balcony that was off the bedroom. It was very humid and it had started raining quite hard. We both got wet as he led me across to the area with the canopy. It was where he had massaged me and made beautiful tender love to me the other time I had been here.

"Lie down," he instructed me nodding towards the massage table.

"Front or back?"

"On your front."

It was really pouring and the thunder was now much nearer. I lay there for a moment wondering what was going to happen next. He came round to the front of the table and massaged my scalp, firmly but gently; that was nice. He took my hands and ran them down his body across his cock, which was hard, his balls and thighs. Pulling my arms over the front of the table, he slipped straps round my wrists.

"What?"

"Be quiet," he said tightening the straps and walking round the table. He took hold of my legs and pulled me backwards so my legs poked over the edge and my arms began to straighten. He kept pulling until my waist was at the edge of the table and my feet reached the floor so I was bent over it with my body at ninety degrees. He then slipped straps round my ankles. With my body at ninety degrees bent round the end of the table, I was tied up, restrained and totally under his control.

"Guy, what's this?" I started to say, before he snarled.

"I told you to be quiet, don't make me tell you again."

I felt a combination of fear, restriction and excitement laying there so helpless. He pushed the tiny skirt up round my waist and then slowly pulled my leggings down until they were mid-thigh and all my bum and pussy were on show. It was almost as if it was orchestrated by him for just as my most womanly places were exposed there was an enormous clap of thunder and the sky was lit up by vivid forked lightning. I don't know how he did it, perhaps the canopy was controlled by a motor, but slowly he rolled it back and I was exposed to the elements. He didn't say a word, but I heard him walking across the patio and opening the door to the bedroom. I heard it close behind him and realised that he had left me there.

After the enormous claps of thunder and the dramatic forked lightning it had stopped raining, but it was still very hot and humid, just like Florida or the West Indies in the summer months.

Although I knew that the first floor level balcony was not overlooked and I doubted that it could be seen, well at least the part where I was a 'captive', from anywhere, it was very weird to be lying on the table as I was with my leggings round my knees. I could hear sounds from below as Mary talked to the farm hands and as they discussed what to do about work in the thunderstorm. It had started raining again and quickly I was soaked.

When he hadn't returned after about ten minutes I was really worried. I didn't know what Guy was up to. I guessed this was some form of challenge, a way of humiliating and abusing me to bring me even more under his control. If that was his intentions then it was certainly working; I had never felt as submissive as I did right then, but I had no idea, other than being restrained and tied up, just what I was likely to be forced to submit to.

"Rainwater is so soft and soothing," I heard him say, after another twenty minutes or so. I hadn't heard him return, but realised why when he walked round and stood in front of me. He was naked so his steps would have made no noise. He was also fully erect. "It can soften our skin, Chrissy," he went on.

"What can?" I rather stupidly asked?

"Rainwater can can't it," he replied running his hand over my naked, soaking wet bum cheeks sliding his finger between them?

"I don't know" I mumbled, feeling confused.

He started fumbling with my clothes. He wiggled the dress up my body and arms so it was bunched round my neck and then did broadly the same with the tee shirt so my boobs were bare and available to him. I was in a totally sexually dishevelled and completely dependent state. My dress and tee shirt were round my neck and my leggings round my knees, which were held apart by the straps restraining me. He had exposed all my female places and was starting to fondle them. I felt disgusted at the state I had let him put me in, I felt ashamed, abused and demeaned, but by god I also felt enormously excited and aroused.

"What are you going to do?" I asked pleadingly.

"You'll find out," he grunted from behind me somewhere, the clothes bunched round my neck stopping me from seeing him, even if I could have turned.

His hands were roaming all over my bum and thighs seemingly rubbing the rainwater into my skin. It was still pouring down and thundering and lightning as I felt his fingers in the crease pressing right on my bum hole. The pressure from his finger was relieved for a moment, but then was replaced by his tongue. Although I couldn't see him, Guy had clearly knelt down and was starting to have oral sex with my anus. He had done that before, but never of course when we were both in the open our bodies being washed with the pelting rain. It was still terribly humid and very warm, but the rain was cool and made a big contrast on my bare skin. Even without his tongue probing at my partially opened anus, the situation was sordidly exciting. Me restrained and tied to the massage table, my clothing bunched round my neck, my tits, bum and pussy bare, my legs held open by the straps and the naked, fully erect man kneeling between them. His hands were round my thighs with one set of fingers probing and pushing at my pussy lips the other rubbing my clit as the tip of his tongue opened me up. It was a powerful set of sexual feelings and an awfully sordid situation.
He tongued me there for several minutes adjusting me mentally to anal sex and making my anus ready for what he had planned next. It was always like that with Guy. Everything seemed planned and worked out before-hand.

I'd had full anal sex a few times, but had never really liked it much as, fortunately Simon my husband hadn't either. 'Why fuck a surrogate cunt when there's a real one wet and waiting' he'd said. I agreed, but I did like to be 'plated' as he had called it as, indeed, I was happy to 'plate' him.

I was also relatively comfortable with Guy's next move, but I grunted and gripped the edges of the bed as I felt his finger slipping in me. He was right, the rainwater did soften things.

"Oh Christ," I gasped as I felt it sliding up me.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine" he said starting to move it in and out a little as, at the same time, he slid a finger or two up my pussy. He moved both with the same pace and rhythm and I could feel him pressing the fingers together through the thin membrane separating my two internal passages. That was scary for it made me realise just how delicate is a woman's body and how easy it would be for Guy to do maybe irreparable harm to my insides. As scary as that thought was, however, so exciting and arousing were the feelings and emotions of being finger fucked like this. Nothing remotely like it had happened to me before. The combination of the sheer sordidness of my restrained position with the way he was dominating, humiliating and abusing me and the sensations I was receiving from my back and front passages took me so far beyond my areas of familiarity that it was as if he had invented a new form of sex, maybe he had!

"Oh my God, Guy, yes, yes, yes" I moaned completely forgetting we were on a roof just a few feet from where the farm hands worked and from Mary's kitchen. He didn't seem to care though.

"You're loving it aren't you" he grunted moving his finger faster and deeper up my anus.

"Yes, yes I am."

"And you want more don't you?"

"Yes," I groaned as I felt him push more fingers inside me, my pussy I think, but couldn't be sure as all of my womanly sexual places were seeming to merge into one.

"And you're getting it because you're a slut and a slag aren't you?"

"Yes Guy I am, I'm your slut."

That seemed to please him, although I hadn't thought about what I was saying, the words just came naturally.

He was quiet for a while as he finished me off. He more carefully attended to what he was doing by ensuring that he was rubbing my clit at the same time as he pushed several fingers up my cunt and had one buried, I didn't dare to think how far, in my arse. And in that most undignified, but totally thrilling of humiliating positions he made me cum so very, very hard.

Guy was gradually fucking more and more with my mind, but I could do nothing to resist it and in fact I relished it.