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Giving a Handle on Things (for the ladies)
I did a lot of debating about putting this up, but well, Chris gives a male voice to human sexuality and while it's often (actually, always) very good, it's always serious, and very male, I thought it might be nice to give we ladies a voice. So, without further delay...
GIVING A HANDLE ON THINGS
It wasn’t a knock, but a single ‘thonk’ on the door.
“Is the door that hard that they have to use an object?” Abigail questioned aloud, shaking her head as she rose from her seat.
She was barely up before the door opened. In strode a slim, nicely built, dark haired man, between the ages of 40 and 60, wearing an Air Force uniform.
“Lord, it’s too early to have to kill anyone.” Abigail groaned, closing her hardback book and preparing to slam it into the intruder’s throat hard enough to break something that he’d drown in his own blood.
“Oh, hey—you must be new.” the man declared, like an eager school boy “And very nice.” He appraised approvingly “Here.” The intruder held out what he’d probably rapped on the door with.
It was a whip.
“Mine has a braided handle. For me, it’s a better sensation when it goes along my scrotum…”
Abigail Delaney, being a technical sergeant in the Air Force herself, wasn’t sure which was the bigger ‘Eww’ factor; a man handing her the handle of a whip that had been on his private parts, or that it was an officer – a Lt. Col – asking her, a perfect stranger, to use it on him!
Abigail wondered if it was an Article 15, nonjudicial punishment, for killing a perverted officer-intruder, or if it was punishable by courts-martial…
“…Whoa! Whoa! Let him live, woman! The guy is mine!”
…Fortunately, Jade Wynngard, Abigail’s best friend, and owner of the apartment, made those particular possibilities moot.
“Seth,” the red head admonished as he hung his head low “Your appointment was yesterday, but---“
Abigail cringed as Jade moved her out of the colonel’s earshot. She knew the look that had taken possession of her long-time, eclectic friend. Abigail had been the victim of that look for over ten years.
“I’m going to run now.” Abigail revealed, moving towards a balconied window.
“No—Abby, wait.” Jade caught her arm “Aren’t you curious, I mean—I know you, and I know you’ve got to be curious about this. You’re a writer, after all.” She added, knowing the affect mentioning Abigail’s hobby would have.
“Of course I’m curious.” Abigail had no problem admitting. “All those tight leather costumes, the restraints—you’ve done this stuff for years, but it never seemed anything you were interested in sharing with me.”
“I was never quite sure how you’d react—or how to break it to you—but HE did a good job of it.” Jade gestured to her ‘guest’. “From a writer’s point of view—come learn something, Abby.”
“And this will do what for you?”
“I add a bunch of points to my docket and keep getting into the club on the Elite Set.” Jade admitted sheepishly “That, and it’s fun. You’ll see.”
Abigail fidgeted. “I don’t have to touch anything, do I?”
“I don’t really touch anything.” Jade admitted with a wicked grin “Come on—I’ll sneak you into the club, and none will be the wiser…”
…And no one was, particularly with her wearing a mask, gloves and a tight goth ensemble; tight black leather with slits in all the right places.
Abigail looked just like everyone else in the club.
“…Just don’t talk until I tell you.” Jade commanded.
She had sent the Colonel on ahead, so he wouldn’t see Abby prepared for the event.
He wouldn’t even recognize her if he had…
“…You see, some guys enjoy this.” Jade explained to Abigail, as she had so many times before “Control can be exhausting. It takes work, consumingly so, like motherhood. For control to work it has to be constant, it’s a cultivated thing. Unlike motherhood though,” Jade snapped her fingers “He can take a break.”
Two large, leather clad women brought him in. He wore nothing but leather cuffs on his ankles and wrists, and a leather blindfold.
He was taken to the middle of the room where a set of chains dangled from the ceiling. Jade lowered them with a remote, and the women connected them to his wrists.
At his feet, was a set of clasps set into the floor.
“Spread them.” Jade commanded, bouncing the whip handle between the man’s thighs.
He complied without question, a soft grunt the only sound he made when his arms were pulled taut above his head.
Jade placed earplugs in his ears.
“Now, he has no control.” Jade resumed the lesson “And just look at him,” she began tracing him with the tip of the handle, starting at his wrist and going down his inner arm “When they aren’t flab, even the body of an average guy is really a piece of work—oh, and you can talk now. He can’t hear you.”
“So then, this isn’t a masochist or bondage thing for him?” Abby was finally able to ask.
“No, not really.” Jade considered after a moment, now moving slowly along his shoulders, the tassels to the whip dancing lightly along his back “He’s just such an intense control freak, this is the only way he can let go—when someone forces him.”
“And what about you?” Abby wondered, “How does this affect you?”
“You know the answer to that already.” Jade reminded with a smirk “The question is, how does it affect you?”
“It astounds me.” was the answer that did not surprise Jade at all “The amount of trust you’ve fostered that he’d let you take him like this, to be completely vulnerable—and to have no problem with ME doing it because I was connected to you.”
“Well, after the 1st couple of times, the trust comes, the intimacy—and I’ve an impeccable rep to start with.” Jade confessed with some modesty.
The man began to stiffen noticeably when the handle with the tassels draped over his back moved to his chest, tracing his pecks, dipping along the creases of muscle and flesh.
“A guy’s body is really sensitive, when you can filter out the noise for him.” Jade went on to explain after Abigail could catch up with what she was doing and focus on her words “I mean, there are nerves on every part of the body. A little focus—“ rubbing a nipple made the man gasp in breathy delight “And they’re pure pleasure receptors, every one of them.”
Abigail had to admit, it was certainly a pleasure, to her, seeing a man like this, rather than the sweaty, unappealing, grunting, flash, racing to a finish line, feeling nothing but the need to get there.
This was slow, meticulous, and almost eloquent; a slow awakening, a blissful tension, muscles glistening taut and undulating like water going from a lesser to a greater degree of agitation.
The state quickened as she dallied from his stomach, to between his thighs, where the handle ran down the inside of his calves, then running slowly upward again as a groan escaped his throat.
“I take them along for usually a half an hour.” Jade muttered, sliding the tassels teasingly near his now rock hard cock. The man was straining noticeably now. “It does a man good to know what a joy foreplay is—and they usually like it, a lot.” She emphasized, now targeting his scrotum “When he goes home to his wife tonight, it’s going to be all about HER.”
“He’s married?” Abigail was surprised.
“A lot of them are.”
“Does she know?”
With a laugh, Jade told her “This is New Orleans, dear. Who do you think sent him?”
“Well, men aren’t born great lovers, that’s for sure.” Abigail mentioned from the depths of disappointing experience.
“Yeah, sure. They touch you like you’re a side of dead beef, it doesn’t quality them as Lover of the Year. But this,” Jade indicated her tool “See how I use this? To him, it feels like silk, like a woman—I can still be detached, at a physical distance, and still make him feel that he’s my sole focus. He’s my attention to detail. I make it careful and I take my time—“
“Like a woman would want a man to.”
“Of course. How else is he going to learn?”
“From his wife maybe?”
“No.” Jade was truly sad about that “Women aren’t exactly taught to know what they want, or how to ask or teach if they do—you know that.”
Abigail sighed in agreement.
“He looks really good like that.” she finally determined, after a moment of silent contemplation of the situation. “Like a sculpture carved from erotic tension.”
“Then let’s reward him for it…”
After a few deft flicks with the whip’s tassels, Jade’s ‘student’ (as Abigail had taken to calling him) arched his back and rode out his release on a wave of cascading pearlessence.
His vocalization was a magnificent roar of triumph and intense satisfaction.
“And he never gets to see anyone while this is going on—especially not you.” Jade concluded with authority “You have this hot little bod and I’ve already gotten offers on you—and we want HIM focused on what he can have, not what he can’t. That’s why Perce and Pats deal with him.”
“You mean the two amazons that brought him in?”
“I mean the two drag queens that brought him in.” Jade corrected her sardonically “And he knows it. It was his first ‘hard’ lesson when we brought him in.” She recalled a rather enjoyable memory.
“So—what’s the overall lesson here supposed to be?” Abigail posed curiously “Teaching this guy about the pleasures of slower sex, or me learning why it’s done?”
“Does there have to be a lesson?” Jade pouted cutely “Can’t we have just an ordinary guy become a luscious piece of human sex art, enjoy him completely, and have a few drinks over it?”
“I suppose.” the woman shrugged “But if I write about it, what point am I going to make to my readers? Why should they read it?”
“Why don’t you just let the readers figure it out for themselves.” And with a nicely flat, pert slap on the man’s backside, Jade took Abigail by the shoulder “Let’s go to the bar, so we can find a couple of sex gods, and find more new things for them to figure out—in another story…!”
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Old enough to know better, young enough to think I can still get away with it.
Last edited by Wyndstar : 12-17-2005 at 01:55 PM.
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