As she’d bent over me to dab at the perspiration on my brow, my eyes fell to the rise of her ample breasts swelling above her bra. She wore a fresh scent that reminded me of a rose garden. I felt a stirring in my groin, letting me know at least that part of my anatomy was still in working order.
I remember trying to lift my head, but the room had begun to swim around me. “Whoa…when did I get on the merry-go-round?”
“You’ve had a bad concussion. You’ll feel much better if you don’t try to sit up.”
She had a sweet, soothing voice and such gentle, caring hands. Seeing her had been what made my short stay in the hospital tolerable.
That tender scene in my memory was rudely pushed aside when I heard Diana distinctly command, “Pleasure me, bitch!”
I followed the sounds to a bedroom and peered through a half-open door. When my brain translated what my eyes saw, I stood there rooted to the floor in shock.
Diana was dressed in an outrageous outfit of black leather and latex. She wore a garter belt with fishnet stockings, and leather boots with six-inch spike heels that looked lethal. I couldn’t miss the ugly, thick, metal-studded collar around her slender neck. She wore black leather gloves and held a nasty-looking whip. A skin-tight latex corset with cut-outs for her breasts finished off the outfit. One of her long legs rested on a chair, exposing her pussy. Her black hair was loose and wild-looking, while her lips were like two blood-red gashes. She hardly resembled the sweet Diana I knew and loved.
On all fours on the floor in front of her was a dark-haired woman wearing only pink garters and fishnet stockings. Around her neck was a thick, spiked dog collar that was attached to a leash. Her more-than-ample bare ass bore a pattern of angry red stripes.
“That’s it, slave, make me come.”
I watched as the woman licked and sucked Diana’s clit. The expression on Diana’s face was sheer, self-absorbed pleasure. Suddenly I found myself being turned on. So this was the big surprise Diana had been hinting at. Yeah, it was a real surprise, all right—a shock was more like it.
My mind reeled back to the other night as we’d cuddled in the afterglow of our sweet lovemaking. We had met at a motel centrally located between both our jobs. “Let’s do something different next Saturday,” she’d said.
“Like what?” I was open to suggestions.
Her face brightened and a secretive smile completed the transformation.
“What?” I asked again.
Her smile grew. And so did my curiosity. But all she said was, “Come to my place on Saturday night.”
“What do you have in mind?” I really wanted to know at this point.
“It’s a surprise,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eye.
I gave her my best “please tell me or I’ll die” look, but it didn’t work. Finally she’d ended the conversation with, “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?”
Now, as I stood rooted to the floor like some Peeping Tom, my thoughts were racing. Why hadn’t I detected this side of Diana? Half of me was repelled by what I saw, and half was aroused. Maybe I should turn around and just get out of here. A tiny voice in the back of my head told me it would be the right thing to do. It was my cock, however, straining painfully against my jeans, that had the deciding vote, silencing that tiny voice of reason.
I’d been so deep in thought I hadn’t realized Diana was staring at me. She’d probably known I’d been there all along and had put on the little show for my benefit. However, I wasn’t prepared to become part of the act. Therefore, when she barked an order at me, it took me by surprise.
“Get those clothes off!” she commanded.
Because I hadn’t realized the order was directed at me, I didn’t react at first. An angry sounding “Now!” roused me to action. I took off my leather jacket and nearly freaked when I heard her say, “Show me your big white cock.”
Diana would never speak to me like that. I felt strange—this entire scene was becoming way too weird. I couldn’t fathom how I could be feeling so aroused and yet so…vulnerable. Especially now that Diana had kicked the kneeling woman to the side and was giving me her undivided attention.
As my jeans hit the floor and I stepped out of them, Diana ordered the other woman to look at me. When she didn’t obey quickly enough, Diana grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head up.
“Look how big and hard his cock is. You want to have that big white cock inside you, don’t you?”
In a small, trembling voice, the dark-haired woman replied, “Y-yes, Mistress.”
Diana’s eyes were cold, hard stones, yet they burned right through me when she told me to put my penis in the other woman’s mouth. I was still half wondering if I was dreaming and hesitated. I also hesitated because deep down inside I knew this would be the last chance I had to split before I got in over my head. Diana didn’t like that one bit. I was still arguing with myself when the decision was taken away from me. With unbelievable speed and agility, she whipped my buttocks. “You dare defy me?” And then she whipped me again.
It was weird. Though my ass stung like a son of a gun, I was completely turned on. That little voice in the back of my head hadn’t
