Aqua Domination (15 page)

‘I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself. Please forgive me.’

‘Yes, yes, I have to forgive you, you’re so beautiful.’

‘And now you’ll have to be punished,’ Mary told Jack when he had completed his task. ‘I told you to come while I was playing with you, not Carol or Faye. You deliberately disobeyed me.’

‘It was Carol. She made me come.’

‘That’s disgusting. You blame a woman instead of taking responsibility for your own actions. That earns you a more severe punishment. I’m not even going to make things easy for you by putting you into restraint. No, you’ll have to stay still. And afterwards you’ll have to show your gratitude by licking my arse.’

Mary had Jack arrange cushions on the floor and ordered him to lie on them face down. He obeyed instantly.

‘You may play with your cock while I whip you.’

‘Thank you, Mistress, thank you.’

‘Don’t thank me. I simply want you to associate pain with pleasure even more closely. So I can control and exploit and hurt you. I deserve some pleasure.’

Mary picked up the leather cat-o’-nine and felt a delicious warm surge of anticipation. It was even better than opening a large box of chocolates.

‘I’m going to give you twenty blows at unpredictable intervals over the next half-hour,’ Mary stated. ‘Carol, put this blindfold on him, please; it’s better if he can’t see when a blow is coming. Jack, you must stick your tongue out a long way and lick Carol and Faye’s feet while I whip you. After that we’ll tie you up very thoroughly indeed, using as much rope and as many cords, belts and harnesses as we can possibly get around your wretched, puny body. Then I’m sure we’ll think of something to do to you.’

For the next three days, Mary, Jack, Carol and Faye feverishly dreamed up new combinations and styles of domination, restraint and punishment, which they acted out with the purest pleasure. Jack did not penetrate any of the women, but since he could come in other ways, under peculiarly interesting circumstances, he was not simply happy, but rapturous. He began to agree with Mary that penetration was overrated. Faced with having to decide whether to resume his sales work or stay with three women practising advanced deviations, he actually found it rather a difficult decision to make, being extremely English. Finally, he managed to phone his boss and feign sickness. On the fourth day rather than the seventh they rested, lacking the energy of God.

‘I’m going to the shops,’ Jack announced after breakfast on the day after that, a day which had dawned with brightness and heat.

‘Perhaps you could borrow a few things from David on the way back,’ said Mary with a somewhat studied casualness. ‘He has so much equipment it’d be fun for the four of us to try. He’ll probably lend some to you.’

‘Sure,’ Jack agreed. ‘Anyway, I want to take a look at that bathroom of his. I used to hear so much about it.’

‘I wish we could use it,’ said Faye. ‘Mary, couldn’t you sort of pretend to forgive David a little, so we could use his bathroom. OK. A bad idea. I see it in your face.’

‘You bet it’s a bad idea,’ Mary said coldly. ‘I hate the bastard. No, I don’t even hate him, he’s not that important.’ She stared at Jack, Faye and Carol with her hazel eyes blazing. Wisely, nobody argued even though nobody believed her. They knew what it meant when her eyes blazed.

When Jack returned nearly two hours later, he had news that gave Mary a shock.

‘David is not far behind me,’ he told Mary. ‘He wants to apologise to you. He’s determined to apologise.’

‘I don’t want to listen to his lies,’ Mary snapped.

‘Up to you, up to you,’ Jack assured her. ‘Break his neck if you want to. What do I care? I’ll send him in and you can do what you like with him, or to him.’

Mary turned off the Bartok CD she was listening to, and realised that her emotions and thoughts were as jangly and tempestuous as Piano Concerto No. 2. What on earth was she to do or say or feel? She and David had, by now, more history than the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

And then there he was, yet one more time, all of him all at once, joining her in the living room, David himself as real as anything. Yet again she saw him when she had thought, one more time, that they were finished. To start was difficult enough, and then it was even harder to finish. She gave David a chilling look of dangerous hostility, but it suddenly struck her that she had asked Jack to go to David and borrow some equipment because she wanted to annoy David and to find out what he was doing, so she only had herself to blame for David’s coming here now. She had prodded a poisonous snake with a stick. Rarely a wise move.

‘Hi, Mary. You look great. How are you feeling?’

‘Not so bad considering the terrible things you did to me.’

‘Yes. You’re right. They were terrible.’ David sighed heavily and sat on the sofa. He looked grave, upset and guilty, but Mary reminded herself that he had probably decided to look this way.

‘I’ve come to apologise. I did terrible things to you, Mary. You deserve an apology. I’m sorry. Really. I’m a complete bastard. I’m crap. Every bad thing I’ve done haunts me.’

‘Good. You deserve to suffer a little. Well, you deserve to suffer a lot, but a little is at least a start.’ Mary stood sternly erect, gazing down at David with her arms folded. She wondered how it would feel to beat him up. Certainly she had the size, strength and skill. He was small and out of shape. Indeed she doubted that he had ever been in shape. To beat him up would be revenge. But would it be enjoyable?

‘There isn’t any reason for us to talk,’ she told him. ‘We must have done and said everything possible by now.’

‘No, Mary, we haven’t said everything. Or at least I certainly haven’t. I’ve always been too cowardly to do one thing. Sexually, I’ve done just about everything bad that’s possible, but that’s nothing. In fact I’m a coward, because I’ve never done the only thing in life that’s truly important. With myself and with other people I’ve never been sincere.’

‘That’s a great build-up,’ Mary sneered. ‘I bet you’ve been planning it for days. So now you’re going to be sincere at last, are you, after all this time? How nice!’ She was trying hard to be cynical, striving not to be tempted.

‘I deserve your disbelief. But anyway. Here goes. The thing is, Mary, I’ve always been afraid of you.’

‘Afraid? That’s rich! You afraid of me! For God’s sake, David, get a grip. You’re the one who dominated me, restrained and punished me, bound and fucked me. You’re the one with a weird bathroom and a huge collection of even weirder equipment and garments, and I’m the bloody fool who let you experiment on my helpless body in every perverse, nasty way you could think of, every way physically possible. It’s a bit late in the day for you to try to trick me by pretending you’re afraid of me. What’s the plan this time? You expect me to feel sorry for you?’

‘I expect nothing,’ David replied quietly. ‘There are no plans.’

‘No plans. That in itself is a plan.’

‘Listen to me for one minute, then I’ll leave. Yes. I’m afraid of you. I always have been. Of course I am. How could I not be afraid of you? You’re so strong and I’m so weak. You’re so strong that you voluntarily, freely, willingly, took everything I could think of. And you demanded more. You were full of ideas for bathroom domination, my own crazy specialised fetish, and all your ideas were good. I had never dreamed any woman could surpass me in my own obsession. I had never even fantasised a woman of such beauty as you. Nor one so strong. You didn’t submit to me. You joined me as a partner. And you outdid me. I saw you were willing to go anywhere with me. All extremes. Any depths. I became afraid of you very quickly, but I hid it. Of course I was also having the time of my life, because all my most extreme, bizarre fantasies were becoming everyday reality. But I was afraid. And I became more afraid. Because I’m a coward. I’m weak. So two years ago I drove you away from me because I was so afraid of your strength. Your energy, your lusts, your capacity for punishment, endurance, pleasure, ecstasy. Your joy. Joy is the highest strength. Your trust. I’ve never been worthy of anyone’s trust, especially yours. Your demands, desires. In a way, almost everything about you frightened me, because I knew your strengths and my own weaknesses. And since I forced you to leave me, I’ve only become weaker. You saw what a mess I am when you turned up again a few weeks ago. That was a huge shock, you turning up again. Seeking me out. Coming back despite everything after two years, full of hope and courage. You’re so brave and good I can hardly stand it. So beautiful. Your beauty and your sexual courage frighten me. So when you returned, my only thought was how to get rid of you again. Stupid.’

Mary tried to force herself to say something nasty, but the words did not even get far enough to stick in her throat. She was sure David was being completely sincere, no matter how much she wanted to believe he was lying.

‘Oh God, what a load of crap life is,’ she complained with deep bitterness. ‘Why can’t we just have fun? Everybody is such a mess. I was just getting over you and you have to come and confuse me all over again. Thanks a lot.’

‘Sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t have come.’ David stood up slowly, as though weighed down by his own body. ‘I’ll leave. I only came to say I’m sorry and to explain.’

‘You’re not suggesting we start again?’ Mary asked, with the strangest mixture of hope, anger and lust that she had ever known. David’s answer fell on her like a big stone.

‘No. We mustn’t. It’d be an even bigger mess.’

‘I’m sure you’re right.’ Mary left the living room with David, intending to see him to the door. Before they could get that far, they were intercepted by Carol, Faye and Jack.

‘Could we talk to you for a moment, David?’ said Jack.

‘Sure,’ David agreed. They ushered him back into the living room.

Mary followed. She guessed what they had in mind, and knew fear and hope. How dare they! Yet if only they would.

‘This is a little difficult to say,’ Jack began. ‘The thing is, I’ve heard so much about that bathroom of yours.’

‘Faye and I have seen it,’ said Carol, blushing only very slightly. ‘When you asked us to catsit. It’s fascinating.’

‘So we were wondering,’ Jack continued, ‘if we might be able to work out something for our mutual advantage. Sorry for sounding like a salesman. Force of habit.’

‘You can use our pool and we’ll use your bathroom,’ Faye said brightly. ‘Do say yes. It’d be wonderful.’

‘A lot depends on whether you and Mary are back together again,’ said Carol, adding with a kind of scientific detachment, ‘then there’d be five of us, and we could have an interesting time. Sort of a research project.’

‘David and I are not back together,’ Mary announced firmly. ‘We’re through once and for all. I’m not getting involved in lunatic group sex with David.’

‘Not group sex,’ Faye protested mildly. ‘We were thinking more of…it’s hard to say the words.’

‘Pleasure without penetration,’ David suggested, suddenly becoming more cheerful. ‘Perhaps massage, mutual masturbation. Voyeurism. Dressing up. Harmless games. Possibly leading to experiments in mild restraint by mutual, specific agreements.’

‘Exactly,’ Jack agreed warmly. ‘Anything we agree to.’

‘Of course, I’d be delighted,’ said David.

‘Out of the question,’ snapped Mary. ‘Faye and Carol, you are not going to get involved in any way with David.’

‘Sorry, Mary,’ said Carol, ‘but you’re not my or Faye’s mother, are you? We’re free to do as we please.’

‘OK! I wash my hands of you both. You’ll regret anything you do with David, but it’s none of my business.’

‘Oh, come on, Mary, you know you’ll have the time of your life if you join in,’ Jack insisted. ‘Anyway, it’s your duty. Carol and Faye are naive, headstrong girls. They need you to guide and protect them.’

‘You bloody salesman!’ Mary exclaimed. Everybody laughed, and she found herself laughing too.

‘You see, Mary?’ said Carol. ‘You’re having fun already.’

‘Let’s have lunch together,’ Jack suggested. ‘Then let’s go for a swim. It’s so hot today! The pool will be great.’

‘Mary can go to the library or something,’ said Faye, giggling.

‘Oh, shut up,’ laughed Mary. She had to admit that there was just no way she could resist the temptation to join these four exciting idiots, no matter how determined she had been never to have anything to do with David again. What a group they might make! It made her mind reel to think of the possibilities, and it was obvious the others shared her excitement. Even David seemed to be losing some of his lassitude and depression, and how could he not feel better, thought Mary, faced with the prospect of introducing two such lovely and naive girls as Faye and Carol to his obsessions and perversions. What on earth would David do to them? Not that Mary would allow him to do anything cruel to the girls, of course. Her duties and responsibilities were absolutely clear to her. If David did anything nasty, she would beat him up. It would be easy. No doubt. No worry. And so she thought on, trying hard to tell herself lies about herself, an occupation that consumes half the time and energy of the human race.

To have lunch together was pleasant in itself for all five, as the prospect of pleasure gave them a fresh vitality. Then they changed into swimsuits: Jack and David borrowed from Carol’s absent father, Mary put on a scarlet bikini of Carol’s, Faye donned a white bikini that showed off her huge breasts, and Carol wore a black one-piece swimsuit with asymmetrical triangular cut-outs at her belly and back. All three women knew that they were ravishing, even before David and Jack saw them and tried not to stare in awe.

To swim on such a hot sunny afternoon was a delight. They splashed and laughed, dived and played, dappled by spots of shade from the fine trees in the large and beautiful garden. The women displayed their bodies with pride, and knew that the men were becoming aroused by their arching shiny wet litheness.

‘We have to do something,’ Jack announced with a salesman’s directness. ‘Let’s have some fun. We’re all dying to. Look, if we keep to this corner the neighbours won’t see.’

‘I’ll sit here and watch,’ David said. ‘Then we can get used to each other. And I won’t annoy Mary.’

‘Why don’t we do what Jack talked about the other day?’ Carol suggested.

Everyone agreed, so they went into the house to get waterproof vibrators, a long-handled plastic scrubbing brush, and swimming masks, plus a scarlet belt with an attached pair of plastic cuffs. On their return to the pool, they fitted the belt to Jack, secured his hands behind his back, and removed his briefs. The women put a swimming mask on Jack and lowered him into the water, then they donned their own facemasks and entered the pool, experiencing a thrilling sense of sensual delight and wickedness.

How amusing and arousing it was to torment Jack! The three women swam around his defenceless nudity, touching and kissing him and each other with impartial delight. His flailing, helplessly erect and useless cock received brief, tantalising contacts from hands, thighs and breasts. Mary used the plastic brush on his butt and cock, making him squeal and thrash, while Carol and Faye caressed her lovely body. Mary felt an irrestible impulse to be naked, so she removed her bikini and flung it at David. Laughing, Faye took off her bikini top, so her huge breasts could float freely in the water, attracting the men’s fascinated stares. Mary swam to the bottom of the pool and along its length, then back again, thrilled by the rush of water over her large, hard nipples. Parting her legs as widely as she could, she surfaced with her open vulva uppermost, feeling the caress of the water like a hundred tongues touching her sensitive flesh with their warm tips.

To control Jack even more absolutely, the women tied a long plastic cord to a padded leather strap around the base of his genitals. Such a leash was fun, especially when Jack swam downwards, chasing after a woman at the bottom of the pool, who adopted lewd postures to flaunt arse, pussy or breasts, seeming about to use her lovely body to make his penis explode in ecstasy. Many times they played this game, with Mary especially displaying her great lung capacity and underwater endurance. Jack could not match her abilities, and returned time and again to the surface, trailing silver bubbles while Mary quivered and wriggled around a vibrator.