A Condo with Two Views (26 page)

Lexi
circled me again, this time stopping when she was behind
me. She unzipped my dress, but only as far as was needed to cut my
bra strap. She cut the thin shoulder straps, and unclasped it. Next
her hand reached up and stroked my neck. With my upper dress still
partially unzipped and loose, she curled her arm over my shoulder
and slipped her hand inside the front of my dress between my boobs.
She found my bra and pulled it up and out from my neckline,
rendering me completely braless. Then she zipped up my dress again
and strutted her way back to the front of me.

Lexi pinched some of the material of the
dress just under my right breast, and then used the scissors to cut
into the fabric making an initial hole. I trembled where I stood.
She carefully tucked the tip of the scissors into the opening and
cut a new bigger hole, positioned right where my nipple was. My
dress was ruined, but that was the least of my concerns. My nipple
poked out of the hole, available for everyone to see. I felt myself
blushing deeply. Not surprisingly, my nipple reacted by perking
right up. Lexi did the same to the other side, and soon, both of my
nipples were clearly visible, my creamy white skin in contrast to
the bright red fabric surrounding it.

“Anybody want another drink?” Lexi called out
to the crowd. Several people answered, but there were too many
voices for me to comprehend any of it.

“You heard them,” she scolded me, “get back
to work.”

Soon I was making my rounds again, only this
time my nipples were sticking right out of my dress. That, and of
course, my now moist pussy could feel the open air. Whoever I spoke
with had no qualms about staring right down at my nips. Anyone with
a mixed drink seemed to down it fairly quickly, for no other reason
than to watch me fetch them a new one. Jack was having fun with it
all, teasing me every time I came to the bar to order another
around. He knew, or I assumed he knew, he could stop it at any
time. Technically, he was no longer my Master, but emotionally he
was. I was his again, and as much as I was having fun, I was doing
this for my man.

One of the strippers ordered a shot of
tequila. “Make sure you bring the salt shaker too, little tramp,”
she added as I walked away to fulfill her order.

Upon my return, she took an ice cube out of a
nearby empty glass and rubbed it directly on top of my bare nipple.
The temperature sent a slight chill through me, and my nipple
responded. Several people were watching intently. She circled my
nipple with the cube, and when it was all wet, she shook some salt
on it. Her mouth engulfed my salty nipple, and then she did the
shot of tequila, snapping her head back. Before all was said and
done, four other people did the same thing, one of them taking a
little bite of my sensitive nip while she was at it. It seemed the
tip of my breasts were suddenly everyone’s favorite appetizer.

I was also groped and touched. Prodded. At
one point, I had two beers in my hands bringing them over to a
couple on the far side of the sofa, when I was stopped along the
way. The stripper that stopped me slipped her hand under my dress.
I slowly moved my legs apart to give her ease of access. Two
fingers ran along my slit, and she gathered up some wetness. When
she pulled her hand away, she held up two fingers for everyone at
the party to see. They were shiny, wet, and glistening. I almost
died from embarrassment as she tasted her own fingers and thanked
me for the sample.

Fast Eddie wanted another scotch, and on my
way back, I slipped and spilled a tiny bit onto his leg.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry, Sir,” I stammered.

Handing him the drink, I reached for a napkin
and dabbed it on his thigh. Thankfully the wet spot was no bigger
than a quarter. I apologized again, and Eddie told me not to worry
about it.

“You think you can make a mistake like that
and not suffer punishment?” Lexi said, now standing directly behind
me.

Oh shit. What did I do
now?
I glanced at Jack.
I needed his reassurance again that he was okay with whatever was
about to go down. His smile and nod was indication that, yes, he
was. Glancing at Lexi, she discreetly winked at me. She must have
checked with him as well. I was in her hands, with Jack’s
approval.
Uh
oh.

In seconds, I was draped over Fast Eddie’s
lap in a classic spanking position. Lexi had hiked my skirt up over
my hips, and my bare ass was available for everyone to see. In
fact, whoever was sitting directly behind me probably had an
unobstructed view of my honey pot. Eddie’s big hand was rubbing my
ass, preparing me for the first strike.

“I’d say she deserves ten good ones,” he
called out to the party, among the laughter and cheering.

Someone had actually turned down the music
again so everyone could hear more clearly. I was mortified. I’d
never been so publicly displayed. I couldn’t help but glance over
at Jack one more time. He mouthed the words ‘I love you,’ and I
knew in that moment, I could endure anything.

*SMACK* Fast Eddie’s hand came crashing down,
quite hard, on my ass.

*SMACK* *SMACK* Twice more, in fast
succession, his hand came down right on the exact same cheek.

People jeered. One of the strippers who was
worried for me, yelled ‘Not so hard’, while another who was
obviously more extreme called out to ‘Smack her harder’. Fast
Eddie, played it smart. He put the onus on me.

“Ask for the next one,” he commanded me.
“Tell me if you want it hard or soft, and then thank me
properly.”

I paused for effect, and then spoke:
“Please…please Sir, give me another. Nice and hard!”

*SMACK!!*

“Arrggh. Thank-you Sir for properly
disciplining me. I deserved that.”

Three more times Fast Eddie’s hand came
crashing down on my ass, and three more times I thanked him
afterward. While I couldn’t see my rear, I knew it was hot, shiny
pink. At one point, I felt his bulge underneath my tummy. He was
hard. The audience enjoyed the show as well. Anyone with a kinky
nature, even more so.

“After the next spank, I want you to
apologize to all the guests for causing such a disturbance,” Fast
Eddie ordered as he brought his relentless hand down again on my
sore bottom.

*SMACK!!*

“Thanks yet again, Sir. And everyone, I just
want to apologize. I’m truly sorry for being clumsy earlier, and
causing all this fuss, and now deserving this corrective
discipline.”

*SMACK* *SMACK*

The last two blows landed on the back of my
thighs, but hurt no less. My final indignity was to kiss Eddie’s
hand as a symbol of my gratitude. Lexi then kissed me on the cheek.
Jack gave me a warm hug at the first opportunity. It was a crazy
kinky evening. We stayed for another hour or so and helped to tidy
up. Lexi loaned me a little black sweater to wear over my ruined
dress. It was late and time for us to go home. I was really tired,
and my ass was sore. I was happy.

Jack whispered in my ear, “Let’s take that
freshly spanked butt of yours to bed.”

We walked to the elevator, kissed while we
rode it, and then held hands all the way down our own hallway. Life
was good.

Chapter 20.
Another Condo

Jack’s
View:

The following
day we woke up at two o’clock in the afternoon, teasing each other
about sleeping in like teenagers. It wasn’t that we got home at
3:00 am. It was that we fucked until 5:00.

Lying in bed,
Chloe looked at me with the most beautiful eyes in the world, “I
know I’m supposed to wait for you to take the lead, but I want you
to be my Master again,” she pleaded.

Don’t you
see my darling? I’m hesitating because I love you so much. I don’t
want to fuck up again. I’m not perfect, no dominant is. I can’t
promise you I will never make another mistake, all I can promise
you is I will never stop loving you.
I did not voice any of
these feelings to Chloe.

“We’d pick up
where we left off,” I warned her.

“That’s the
whole point, isn’t it?” she replied.

“Kurt would
finally get to try that knout on your shoulders.”

“I’d gasp at
every strike, and then ask for another.”

“Now that my
firm won that new account, I will be travelling more. So, I’d
arrange for you to spend an entire weekend with that red-haired
vixen from last night.”

“Oh my...she’d
destroy me,” Chloe whispered, “but I’d be so proud to show the
marks upon your return.”

“I love you,
Chloe. Let’s get dressed. I want to tell you something next
door.”

Without even
having a coffee, I put on track pants and a t-shirt, and Chloe
slipped on her bathrobe. I took her by the hand to our second
condo.

Chloe’s
View:

It was a
peaceful beautiful sleep, after such an unforgettable night. With
my head still groggy, I practically begged Jack to make me his
submissive again. He cautioned me as to what that might entail, but
to me, his words were more like a sales pitch, than a warning.

Then we walked
next door, barefoot, me naked underneath my waffle bathrobe. We
stood in the middle of the empty condo. Jack scooped me into his
arms and proceeded to dance slowly with me in the middle of the
room.

“Jack, there is
no music,” I giggled.

“We don’t need
music.”

We finished our
imaginary song, and then taking my hand, we walked from room to
room. “You will need to furnish this place,” he said. “Fast Eddie
is going to rent it from us. We agreed to the terms last
night.”

“Fast Eddie?” I
asked. “Isn’t he super-rich, why would he want it?”

“You know how,
at the club, each week they have a ‘Featured Attraction’: some
famous porn star from the U.S. or Europe? Well, rather than put
these porn star-strippers up at the Four Seasons where they empty
out the mini-bar fridge and smoke in the non-smoking rooms, he’s
going to let them stay here.”

“That’s
hilarious,” I giggled. “What a hoot. So every other week, we’ll
have a famous porn star living next door.” As the words escaped my
mouth, my heart started to race. I blushed and lowered my eyes
instinctively.

“Yes Chloe,”
Jack said with his Dom voice, “some of the most-fucked pussies in
the world will be right here, next to our home. As my sub, your
obedient little tongue might have to soothe some of those
well-ploughed holes.”

“Ohhh...my,” I
groaned. “I’d feel like a whore to whores”. My body was vibrating,
but my pussy - as satisfied as it was from the night before - was
starting to respond. Maybe my Dom, my husband, my lover should fuck
me in this empty room.

“Still certain
you want to be my submissive?”

In his hand
Jack held my symbolic collar: the beautiful eternity ring that I so
wanted back. I positioned my right hand toward him, fingers spaced
apart and wavering slightly. He slipped it back onto its proper
place, over my finger, claiming me again.

I looked up at
my Master, “More than ever.”

The end.