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Lady V Pt. 01

By: seattlejack



Dear Readers, this is my first submission and I would really like to thank my editor extraordinaire whyte_wyvern for his assistance. Any errors that have occurred are after his gracious help.

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Part One 

The tale of a modern day Dungeon Assistant

My name is Igor (Ygor). Well not really, it's actually, Jake. I like to think of myself as the dungeon's assistant, kind of like Igor (Fritz) was to Dr. Frankenstein or Count Dracula. I help run a part time dungeon here in Phoenix with my partner Lady V. My friend is short and looks like a retired schoolteacher, which she is. When she puts on her costume and her "character," then she becomes, Lady V, Mistress of the Dungeon. OK, sounds a bit cheesy, but such is life.

She has some regular clients, meaning several times a year. One guy, I'll call him Mr. B, was scheduled to have some Lady V time last evening. Before he arrived, I got things ready, supplies and such, and made sure everything was right where Lady V wanted them. 

Mr. B's appointment was at 5:30 pm and he was on time. He parked his newer Cadillac in the lot, near the side entrance and pressed the chime to the outside security door. I verified that it was his tall frame and gray hair with the CCTV (monitor #1, outside) and from my desk, I buzzed the lock on the steel door. 

Mr. B walked slowly into the dimly lit anteroom as the heavy outside door closed. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust from the bright outside and Lady V timed her entrance accordingly. I buzzed the door lock from the dungeon side and she arrived with a swirl. The black wig and feathered mask showed only her dancing eyes and great smile. Her black dress and low-heeled boots completed her ensemble. 

Upon entering the anteroom, she talked softly and friendly to Mr. B, hugged him, as his shirt was slowly unbuttoned. A quick step moved her behind him as her hands rubbed his chest and teased his nipples as she slid his shirt off. He undid his belt and pants and slipped them onto the floor. He removed his shoes but not his socks. 

I'm still on the CCTV monitor #2(the anteroom) and It's like two ole friends meeting after months apart. She slid behind him again, reached around with both hands, and pinched his nipples. As she withdrew her hands, she pulled his wrists gently behind his back to get the leather restraints, like handcuffs, velcroed on. He complied easily. She was quietly talking to him, and he chuckled softly. 

She put a blindfold over his eyes and looked at camera #2. That was my signal to open the door into the dungeon. She led him inside the dimly lit dungeon and took him directly to the table.

The Table is stoutly built, layered with foam-backed carpet, and covered with vinyl. It sets about 1 metre above the clean carpeted floor Lady V sat him on the edge of the table, unsnapped the heavy leather strap between the furry cuffs and gently pushed him onto his back. Attaching the cuffs to the table brackets took only a second as she spread his arms toward the far corners of the table. Ankles were next and he was then firmly affixed to the table. 

Remember, Bondage is consensual, a way to heighten the sexual arousal and release. 

A quick glance and nod at the #3 security camera (dungeon A) and I go to work. 

It is my job to get his shoes, pants and shirt from the anteroom and take them to the other side of the dungeon to the "recovery room". I also got his car keys and moved his car to the garage on the other side. I backed his Cadillac into the garage and closed the door. After grabbing his clothes and an envelope that was on the passenger seat, I moved quietly into the Rec Room where I left his belongings.

This was all done in just a few minutes without me ever going into the dungeon. The double wall's secret passages are narrow, but functional. 

I got back to the control booth, my desk, just in time to see Lady V using scissors to cut off his jockey shorts. This is one of Lady V's requirements, disposable underwear. She took her time, talked gently to Mr. B and when she made the last cut, the boxers fell away and his mostly limp dick flopped out. 

Some warm lotion was on the stand, part of my prep work, and she put a modest amount on his Johnson and started to slowly stroke him into a hard condition. The Dungeon Mistress had removed her black zippered dress, feathered mask and Elvira wig. Only her boots and crotch high stockings remained. 

Her nicely shaped B- cup tits stuck proudly forward and, after climbing onto the table, and getting on her hands and knees, presented them to Mr. B for his enjoyment. 

After quite a few nipple sucks and licks, she slid down to continue her handiwork on his major boner. Her hands continued their magic until the earth shook for Mr. B. As he was cleaning his tube, she straddled his head and pushed her smooth shaved pussy lips into his mouth. It never takes her long to get him off the first time. 

He emptied his tool onto his stomach and then relaxed, completely. 

His handcuffs were undone, as were his ankles, and he was cleaned and rolled onto his side. She moved into a spoon position in front of "the spent one" and he held her tightly. 

Me? I surf the net. The control booth is elevated, and separated by a wall with a narrow opening. The CCTV monitor, the .410s, and all of my controls are handy. My laptop is my conduit to the outside world and a place to transcribe my thoughts.

A bit later Lady V put on a long sleeve mens dress shirt, revived Mr. B and got him to stand at the foot of the table. He was still blindfolded as she guided him safely over to the Chair. The chair is about 6ft tall and has arms like a throne. There are two foot rests. His ankles and wrists were strapped with wide fur lined leather binders. There is a seat, V shaped of sorts, that holds his weight but only under his thighs, not his butt. His tool (screw driver?) and nuts are hanging down and his ass is available. Leather straps pull his knees apart and he is safely at her mercy. 

She reached behind his soft piece of equipment and grabbed his nut sack. A long piece of soft large rope was securely tied, and I MEAN securely tied around his sack. Lady V motioned for me to come quietly into the dungeon and pull the knot tighter. Her left hand is suffering from arthritis, and the knot needed to be tighter than she can pull. In only a few seconds and I was behind her and pulled the knot as tight as I could. As I reach my maximum pull, he said, "enuff", which is his safe word. I left quietly and he never knew I was there.

The ends of the rope are run up to another rope that is attached to several small lead weights. This keeps his balls and dick available for her usage. She smacked his dick with a riding crop. 

As I returned to the booth I brushed my hand across her shapely ass. She ignored me and grabbed a soft cat-o-nine and began to practice gently on Mr. B's chest and thighs. Her talk was soft and sensual. She told him what she might do and presented different steamy scenarios of sexual situations. He was "shushed" to silence as this was not conversation time, rather a time for him to visualize the drama Lady V was genteelly speaking into his ear. 

Nipple clamps are applied and shock corded gently upward. Her voice is quiet and soft into his ear as she rubs her nose against his cheek. He squirms and tries to grab her, but she is too quick. They both giggle. A feather, a cat-o-nine, her hand, and others are the tools of her trade. She worked him toward another climax.

As the clock ticks toward his ending time, Lady V removed her shirt, donned her mask and wig, and returned our guest to the table. His blindfold was removed as were all of the other restraints. This time she put him on his hands and knees and slid under him with her head on a pillow. He began to hand whack his own tool until it squirted hot sticky stiff onto her flat firm tummy.

He collapsed and slid off to her side. They lay motionless for a few minutes and then she wiped herself off, and buttoned her shirt. 

Getting Mr. B up and to the Rec Room was quietly done. I remotely opened the rec room door and they both entered.

I watched on CCTV camera #5. After he got dressed, she hugged him lightly, and winked as she reentered the dungeon. The door clicked solidly shut.

He went into the garage, pushed the "open" button and slipped into the leathered Caddy seat. The engine silently came to life and Mr. B was gone. 

I closed the garage door. It had been almost two hours.

We had another appointment at 9:00 and I needed to get to work.

Clean everything, change the soft pads and put the old ones into the UV cabinet, make sure there are enough towels, scents, and everything else. 

For me? Just business as usual.

Don and Anne

We have a new couple coming at 9:00. Lady V met with them last month and their decision to try the dungeon wasn't made until several days later. The wife was hesitant but wanted to please her husband. She only wanted to watch, but Lady V's rules are simple. If you are in the dungeon, you are bound. 

The Marquis De Sade part was agreed upon from a hand written list of experiences that they wanted to try. The wife's list was short, no nudity and no pain; the husband's want list was a bit longer.

The couple was given, by courier, a Garmin with the location programmed into the little guy's brain. I put a temporary sign on the outer door to assist in locating the entrance from the parking lot. Our warehouse location can be a little confusing. We are at the back of a metal fabrication shop north of Sky Harbor. 

Their car arrived and they got out and headed for the door. They were in their 30's or 40's, and were pleasant looking. They were wearing "Goodwill"outerwear and disposable underwear. Their going home clothes were in a small bag that she carried. I buzzed the door open and they entered the anteroom. 

Lacy B's voice on the intercom welcomed them and asked for the pardon of a small delay. The wide velcroed restraints' hung on the anteroom wall and Lady V asked the couple to put them on each other and for him to remove his shirt.

It took them a short while to complete this task and then Lady V entered. Her small talk was assuring as she lead them into the dimly lit dungeon.  His shirt, the Garmin and a small white envelope remained when Lady V took them inside. I slid quietly down and captured the white envelope and the Garmin

Moving slowly they are led to the St Andrews Cross and Don (the husband) is told to chain Anne (the wife) to the St Andrews Cross. Anne is faced out and Don was shown how to chain the nicely shaped wife to the cross. Her ankles were comfortably wide, arms horizontal and extended, and a cravat so she cannot see straight down. As he finished, Lady V pointed to the chair. 

Don walked to "The Chair" where he was strapped securely to the heavy frame. The Chair and the Cross now faced each other.

Lady V turned to Anne and read her experience list, "No nudity ,no pain ". 

"I know that you only want to watch. Very well, but, you cannot talk. This is my dungeon and you are bound (a slight pause and "the look") by my rules. If you understand, just nod your head." Anne nodded ever so slightly.

"Good, then we can proceed" Lady V pleasantly said.

"Anne, are you wearing panties under that skirt?" she continued.

"Yes", replied Anne

"No talking my dear Anne, just nod", replied the Dudgeon Mistress. 

Anne nodded.

Turning to Don she said, "Don, are you wearing underwear?"

Don just nodded. 

Lady V said," I see you know the rule about talking already, but if you break my rule, I will gag you". Don nodded again.

Lady V grabbed her best ER scissors and began to cut the front Don's pants off. She cut up the left leg to the belt line and then down around the bottom of the zipper and up the other side so the zipper was like a loincloth as the rest of the front of the pants disappeared. She then grabbed his fruit of the loom and pulled them forward away from his waist and cut them completely across the front. His semi flaccid cock was now clearly visible. The waistband went next.

Lady V turned to Anne , smiled and said, "I think he'll need more room soon".

Anne's skirt came to just below her knees and her long sleeve blouse was loose at the waist. Lady V slowly cut the long skirt into a mini-mini and side slits went almost to the top. The K-Mart granny-whitey's also fell to the scissors. The crotch was removed from the Blue Light specials and stuck between Don's teeth.   Don's erection had begun to grow. Anne could see that too and she gave him a curious look and a smile.

"Anne, are you wearing a bra?" Lady V asked kindly. Anne shook her head to mean "no".

Lady V cut off her blouse just below her tits. She then carefully pinned the top part of the blouse up just a bit so as most of both tits showed. Anne was not aware that her tits were visible to Don or me. His boner got bigger. Anne saw this and smiled.

Lady V whispered quietly into Anne's ear. "Now Anne, if there is anything you want, you can ask me, but one question will cost you one square foot of your clothing. My choice of where it comes from.

Anne smiled and said, "Can I help you take care of Don?" 

Lady V smiled and said, "I think that would be a splendid idea. Now you owe me a square foot of material and I will take the front of your blouse, right now." 

The scissors made the two cuts from the bottom of the side seam to the collar. Anne's entire chest was now available for viewing. 

Don's hard on grew again.

Lady V stepped back to look at the nice tits and blushing smile of Don's wife.

"We should move him to the table for your comfort, you wait here and I'll be right back," she said and then turned toward Don. She tied Don's nut sack with a long piece of double knit, much like a bathrobe tie. The one end was long enough to reach Anne's hand and she grabbed the end of the tie and pulled as far as her strapped hand would go. 

Don grunted and lost his blue light special mouthpiece. 

The Dungeon Mistress then unstrapped the curvy brunette from the cross and chained her hands close together. Anne held tightly to the double knit tie that was secured around Don's nuts. 

Before Don was unfastened and hobbled, Lady V put a blindfold on him and a leather strap (leash) around his waist. 

"Lead him to the table and lay him on his back," Lady V told Anne. 

As Anne pulled Don toward the table, Lady V pulled back. He was being pulled by his nuts to a table where his wife was going to fuck him silly while Lady V (and Igor) watched. Yes, I get paid for this.

When they finally got Don to the table, Anne laid him on his back and Lady V arranged his bonds so as to spread eagle him in the middle of the table. Anne's ankles and hands were freed and she quickly jumped up onto the table, untied the tow strap and impaled herself on Don's most upright member. 

She must have put 193 strokes on her pussy and his dick in two minutes. She was keeping time to 'Staying Alive'. The new hands free CPR rate. He came, she prayed, (Oh God, many times ) and in a long slow minute, all was quiet. They laid there for several minutes. 

Finally Anne spoke, "Lady V, thank you for the evening. I need Don to get me home and take care of me, Now." 

" You're welcome," replied the 'short one' as all of the straps were removed. 

I turned the under table lights up just a bit to make finding everything easier. Even though Don was completely nude and Anne was topless, they seemed at ease with Lady V as she ushered them back toward the anteroom.

I buzzed the latch open and Lady V held the door as she said her good nights. Before they exited into the night Don put on a pair of shorts and Anne wiggled into a tube top. 

Now you might ask yourself, "What's a nice guy like me doing with a shotgun in a place of sensual business?" Well, that's kind of how we met. 

Lady V's sister had a flat tire in the Wal Mart parking lot and I offered to change the tire for her. She was thankful and thought that I was a nice man. 

Her tire had a wear pattern that showed an improper toe setting on the car. I don't do front end alignment but my friend Tim does. I gave her Tim's business card and insisted that she would get quality work for a fair price. 

The sister took her car and had the alignment fixed. Tim spent some time explaining what was going on with the car's toe and she thought that he was a great guy too. 

A few weeks later when Lady V asked her sister if she knew any reputable guys, sis had Tim get in touch with me. 

Lady V called and danced around the prospect of "private security work" until she finally said, "Can we meet for coffee and talk?" I was interested and agreed. 

Two hours later we were sipping coffee in a Dennys'. After having me listen to her situation and requirements, she wanted me to see for myself. I was fascinated by the idea. It sounded like easy, fun money. We made an appointment to meet at her dungeon the following Tuesday. 

I've always wanted to say this as a parting comment, "See you next Tuesday". She missed it, and I smiled.

The dungeon was a converted 2-car garage that she rented from a single mom with three kids. Her dungeon was the first I had ever seen. The double door for the cars was blocked off and access was through the people door at the rear. Lots of dark material covered the walls and there was some indirect lighting. 

A couple was scheduled in about five minutes so I settled into a chair behind the wall hangings and waited patiently to watch the events of the next hour. 

A half hour or so later there was a crash as the back door was bulldozed by Man Mountain Drunk. Six of Lady V and three of me wouldn't have been enough to stop this big dude. He was loudly demanding her, meaning Lady V's "fucking cunt" and he was going to "shove his dick up her ass". 

Now, that idea had crossed my mind too, but with a different approach. 

Lady V launched a verbal counterattack, complete with pointed index finger, and told him, in no uncertain terms, that he needed to leave. Intoxication was NOT allowed and he had to have his wife with him. 

Her words went unheeded as he grabbed Lady V and dragged her over to a table. He was doing his best to get her panties off and Lady V was doing her best to keep her silkies on.  

I left the safety of the chair and tackled the 300 pounder for all I was worth. I just bounced off and took an elbow for my trouble. Damn that hurt. I was out-weighed, out-drunk and out-meaned, so I headed for my car to get my shotgun.

I had been out target shooting and my trunk was, as a result , well armed. I loaded three rounds into the underbelly of the pump as I ran back into the dimness and the battle. Lady V had been slammed hard enough that she was on her back and groggy. 

Her skirt was around her waist and her panties were gone. Mr. Drunk Asshole had his dick in either her pussy or her ass. I hit him HARD with the butt of the shot gun, and all it did was PISS him off. He swung at me and kept pumping his dick into Lady V. 

I aimed the .410 at his little toe and pulled the trigger. 

DAMN was that loud. He was screaming, cursing, hopping, and fell backwards over a stool. I pumped another round into the chamber, just in case. 

I grabbed Lady V, put her over my shoulder and headed for the cars. I had my keys so I shoved her in the passenger's side of my Buick and we hauled ass. We headed for Maryvale's ER.

The parking lot was mostly empty so I parked out far enough to privately check my passenger's lower equipment.

One ass, one shaved pussy, no evidence of trauma to either. Lady V started to come around as I was getting her out of the car. She wanted to just sit up for a minute, so I let her regain her composure. 



Lady V Pt. 01



"Where am I?" she asked. 

I responded," Maryvale parking lot." 

"What happened? How'd I get here?"

I filled her in on the events after she blanked out. I had her do a "count the fingers" test as I explained that she had no panties on, but didn't seem to have any damage from the assault. 

"And you know that because?" she quizzed.

"I'm medically trained." I said, "I looked." 

She was embarrassed, but then she finally said, "I want to go to my own doctor." 

She gave me directions and off we went. Her doctor took her in almost immediately and in about 2 hours, she was out the door. 

Lady V wanted her car, so we went back to the dungeon and cautiously approached it. No unusual vehicles or people were around so I pulled up next to "The Silver Bullet". She jumped in and got the big V-8 going in record time, and hit the throttle. Damn, that S Class was fast. 

We had arranged to meet back at Denny's and she was already seated when I rolled into the parking lot.

We teamed up at that meeting and moved the Dungeon to the present location. She sent two guys over the next day to empty the garage and retrieve my empty shot gun shell. 

We have several safety features built into the new concrete and steel structure. The steel doors open out. Additionally, a strong box for Lady V that is under the table so she can enter it quickly and crawl through a narrow tunnel through the concrete wall and into the garage where her high speed S Class awaits. Pepper spray, and five high-powered lights are her immediate defenses. 

I have a night vision helmet and can turn the dungeon into inky blackness if I need to go in and get her. I have two .410 s and a stun gun. I also have my secret passage for a quick getaway. We'd never needed any of these features until last month.

We had an interesting session three weeks ago. 

I'll have to tell you that story later because for me, it's cleanup time, just business as usual.



Lady V Pt. 02



I would like to thank my editor extraordinaire whyte_wyvern for his assistance. Any errors that have occurred are after his gracious help. If you read Part #1 first, it might help with the main characters and the setting. 

Part 2

The Threesome, The single lady and Diane

We had an interesting session three weeks ago

Two ladies had booked the dungeon for a threesome. A tall blonde showed up at the door, accompanied by a slightly shorter man. It was a usual first time customer thing. They chained each other up in the anteroom and then Lady V invited them into the dungeon.

The woman wanted her companion to be chained to the cross, so with Lady V's assistance, he was soon gagged and bound. His nicely tanned friend then removed her dress and displayed a very strappy red leather undergarment. Her nice ass was on display but her muff and the girls were discretely covered. 

She was a hot look'n babe and I was enjoying the show. Scissors were put in her hand and she had him naked in no time. A cell phone appeared from somewhere in her straps, and some buttons were pushed before Lady V could stop her. Cell phones were not allowed. The cute blonde apologized and said that she just had to let her partner know that they were ready. She slipped her dress back on.

She had then started to work him over with the whip and clamps. I winced as I watched her smack his nuts really hard. She had applied about 4 clamps to his nut sack and must have put 9 pounds of weight on each rope

"Damn lady, give the guy a break. " I thought out loud.

The outer door buzzer drew my attention as another blonde arrived, much shorter than the first. I let her into the anteroom and told Lady V, through her head set, that the third party was here. Lady V met and listened to the newcomer for a long minute. 

I looked back at our first guest and she was still whipping the crap out of her victim. 

"Whoa! What's up?" I said to myself.

The short blonde and Lady V arrived at the cross and the first tall blonde gave short blonde the whip and SHE started slapping the crap out of Mr. Gagged Guy. 

He was trying to talk, but the gag was doing it's job really well.

Surprisingly, Lady V wasn't stopping this, so I whispered into her headset, "Hey, what's going on?" 

Lady V quietly replied , " It seems as though the gentleman is married to our little blonde, and had been dating the tall one, telling her he was single."

Lady V continued," It seemed both blondes suspected something and after a bit of detective work, on both their parts, they found each other. 

Not happily, but much more enlightened."

A short pause then," Today his girlfriend kept him busy all day while his wife had all of hubby's things removed from the house and put into storage way down in friggn Casa Grande. " 

The restraining order and the divorce papers were in his wife's hot little left hand and the overworked whip was in her right hand. 

Even my ears began to burn under the tirade of profanity and obscenities coming from her mouth. When she stopped to grab a breath, his girlfriend took over his punishment. She was just as articulate, but a little lighter with the cat-o-nine.

I felt sorry for the guy's nuts as the girls were pretty hard on them. 

When his wife brutally kicked him in the shin, Lady V finally called a halt to the abuse. 

The taller guest turned to Lady V and ground these words through her clenched teeth, "There are two of us here and only one of you. We aim to finish what we started."

Lady V looked at me, held up five fingers on one hand and covered her eyes with the other.

I turned on all five 1000 watt spots at the same time. Three seconds later, I turned the power eaters off. The blondes' low light vision was disrupted just long enough for Lady V to move quickly to safety. 

Lady V was calm , firm and friendly as she said, "I understand that you two are upset, but my security team has called a halt to this session. There are actually three of us here and you don't want to cross Igor and Fritz. So please leave."

OK, so she lied about there being three of us, but the two blondes did leave quietly, quickly and very apologetically.

Lady V undid the man's gag and he screamed, 

"This is all your fault you stupid bitch. When I get out of here I'm gonna kick your ass." 

She quietly waited until he was done then said, "You know, of all the people that you should be nice to, I'm probably the most important right now."

That did not set well with our bound guest, and he spewed his verbal venom on her again. 

I spoke quietly to myself, " You fuck'n dick head."

She waited until he was running low on breath and then quietly spoke to him, 

"You know, I'm afraid of you right now. I will not untie you. This was not my fault. This is YOUR fault for lying to the two ladies that just left. I'm going to give you a few minutes to calm down and then I'll come back for you." 

Profanity started again, so Lady V just went into the anteroom and closed the door.

My elevated control room has one entrance into the anteroom, so she came up the short flight of stairs and sat next to me. I poured us a glass of wine to share and we laughed and talked quietly about the events of the past twenty minutes. 

It had gotten very quiet in the Dungeon. 

Lady V switched on the PA system and said, "I need you to be civil. Can you do that?"

I think his response was something like, "Fuck you bitch."

I turned off the PA system and suggested that Igor needed to talk with our friend.

Lady V agreed. 

I exited the control booth into the secret passage, my other exit door, and donned my Igor costume. Body armor, like lizard skin, makes me nearly seven feet tall and thirty pounds heavier, literally.

The helmet's face shield has a low light enhancer feature and a voice distortion unit that makes me sound alien. I love it.

I kept my visor up until I was near the cross, then I slammed it down and stepped in front of our potty-mouthed guest. 

"I'm Igor", I said. "Lady V has left the building." 

"What the fuck do you want?" he snarled back.

"I want to help you get out of here", my alien voice said.

"Then untie me, you stupid fuck". 

I slammed his head back into the cross and pinched his nose closed. He looked scared, defiant and mad as hell.

"When you open your mouth to breath, I'm gonna shoot a bunch of this pepper spray in your face," I said as I held up an aerosol can of grizzly strength pepper spray. 

"Until you can relax and convince me that we won't have any problems, you're gonna be here and you will be hurt'n." 

After a few seconds, he relaxed his major fight/flight muscles and I released his nose.

"Here's how it has to be. You do anything stupid and I'll defend myself. This shit is damn near as bad as CS (tear)gas. Any questions?" I asked firmly. 

He shook his head and said, "I'm OK. Just let me get out of here." 

His reply seemed sincere so I unbuckled his ankles. I unlatched his right wrist and moved back just a bit. He had decided not to attack me. I untied the left wrist and we moved carefully to the anteroom as Lady V buzzed the door open for us. 

A pair of clean Goodwill "scrubs" had been put in the anteroom for our naked friend. He slipped into the bottoms, grabbed his shirt and left with purpose. 

Lady V said," That's the first time I've had anything that wild. Here, I poured you a glass of wine." 

I took the wine and we chatted for a while. She had to leave for a museum board meeting and, as for me; it was clean up time, 

A Single Lady named Jen 

Our new client was scheduled in that night. She was a young single woman who wanted to be tied and teased so she could have a BIG O. 

As usual for the first time, she chained her wrists together while she was in the anteroom. 

Lady V greeted her when she was done and escorted her into the dungeon. Lady V and Jen talked quietly as her shorts were removed along with her blouse. She was taken to the table, strapped down and blindfolded, per her written request. Her legs were spread wide as Lady V started to tease and tap with the jockey quirt. The nice nipples were clamped and pulled as were her pussy lips. 

Jen asked for a cock (dildo) in her pussy. 

Lady V produced an 18-inch instrument, motioned for me to come down and insert the lavishly lubed phallus into our guest's sweet pink place. 

I silently approached the table and diligently performed my assigned task. I know, a tough job, but someone has to do it. 

I worked the three inch diameter replica past her panties and into her soaked pussy as Lady V supervised. Jen was only able to accommodate about 4", with rotation. This twisting and turning went on long enough that my hands and forearms were getting tired. 

Finally, she wanted her right hand freed. Lady V complied quickly and Jen grabbed the dildo close to her neatly trimmed bush and began stroking her pussy for all she was worth.

I stood back and enjoyed the sights and sounds. 

Lady V untied her right leg and Jen crossed her ankles quickly and screamed her way through a couple of long orgasms. 

I got the hell out of there as she could rip her blindfold off at any time. 

Lady V unstrapped her other limbs and Jen curled up into a fetal position. A cool sheet was carefully laid on the overheated lass and Lady V patiently waited for her to recover. 

"Lemonade?" asked the Dungeon Mistress.

"Oh thank you," replied our very satisfied guest. 

They sat and talked for nearly 20 minutes, Lady V in her silver costume and Jen wrapped in her sheet. 

When they finished, Jen was given a new pair of shorts and top for the trip home. Lady V escorted her to the anteroom and to her car in the parking lot. They hugged and Lady V returned with an envelope 

A married lady named Diane

Diane was a married lady that had a secret fantasy to masturbate in front of complete strangers. Her husband wanted no part of her fantasy so Diane had sought the help of Lady V. She wanted to masturbate in front of a small group of strangers, preferably two couples. She also wanted the safety of the dungeon.

Lady V had convinced her to try the first time with just two spectators.

Diane agreed. 

Our guest arrived in the anteroom and was met by Lady V in her red sequined mask, red shiny dress and red leather boots. Diane was handcuffed and masked, not blindfolded, then brought into the Dungeon. She wanted a couch to perform on and her two 'strangers' to be seated in easy chairs close by. We had arranged the dungeon as the customer requested. 

Lady V's dress and boots were elegant enough for an evening on the town. I had on a black tuxedo and a Zorro mask. 

Diane could see us, and she knew that we could see her. 

Her handcuffs were removed as I switched on some soft, easy listening music. The three of us chatted about current events, and just like any other cocktail party, shared some wine. 

As I open the second bottle, Diane reclined on the sofa and started to rub her herself through her dress. I poured for Lady V and myself as Diane slipped her skirt up and rubbed her hand directly on her fancy panties.

Lady V had a script for us to follow and she and I talked about what we saw happening on the couch in front of us. Diane's fingers were under her panties now and rubbing fast and hard on both sides of her clit. Her ankles crossed and her whole body participated in a very vocal orgasm that consist mostly of a high pitched, "eee..."

When Diane recovered, we continued talking just as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. We mention how we enjoyed watching her and hoped she liked having us watch. She was both excited and bashful and spent. A few minutes later she excused herself for home, handed Lady V a white envelope, said her goodbye's and left.

A week or so later, Diane contacted Lady V and, excited by her last visit, wanted to take the next step; four people this time. 

I had no idea where Lady V got her support personal, but a very nice couple, Nancy and Kim, showed up at the dungeon to help Diane participate in her next adventure. As before, an upscale cocktail party was prepared, with the five of us chatting and sharing cheese, crackers, and wine. Fancy masks for the ladies, you know, feathers and sequins; but plain black masks and tuxes for us guys. 

Part way through her third glass of wine, Diane stood and unzipped her party skirt. Her mini panties just covered her well-trimmed bush and her thigh high nylons had lacy tops. She sat back down on the sofa and began to gently rub herself. Her legs were slightly spread and as the rubbing got faster; the fingers of one hand disappeared under her panties. Her other hand went to her nipple and she flicked herself through her blouse and bra. The blouse and bra were quickly pushed aside and she pulled and twisted her bare nipple.

The four of us sat and watched as we drank our wine and commented about the events taking place just inches away. 

She funneled every ounce of energy into an ongoing orgasm that seemed to last five minutes. Exhausted, she just laid there as we continued to talk. 

I poured more wine and refilled the cheese tray. Diane sat up and we all told her what a special treat it was to watch her feel good. She was genuinely pleased that we liked her performance, like an actress after her opening night on live theater. She was embarrassed that her panties were wet, but she removed them before putting her skirt on. 

I asked, "Can I smell your panties?"

She blushed and handed them to me. I held them close to my nose and inhaled enough sex to last me a week. I offered them to the other guy, Kim, and he did the same. 

The ladies declined.

She left shortly afterwards and I wondered If I would ever see her again. 

It would be some time before I could get that deliciously sensual, musky scent of her juices out of my mind. 

Several months later Diane needed Lady V's professional help once again. This time it was a cocktail party at her house. Lady V was to supply the guests. There were six of us comfortably seated in the deluxe rental van as we made our way along Garmin's streets to Diane's Scottsdale home. 

We had the security code to the gate and soon arrived in Diane's driveway. Our fancy formal wear fit fabulously into the fine house and the neighborhood. The ladies masks were elegant and I'd gotten a blue tux this time.

The introductions were by first name only and we were invited into a very nicely decorated, spacious living room. The music was low and the conversation was pleasant. The husband was away on a business trip so the house was completely ours. 

As we started the sixth or seventh bottle of wine, Diane asked me, "Will you unzip the back of my dress?"

I grabbed the zipper firmly and pulled it slowly down until it stopped well below her waist. No bra and only a thong showed under the dress. As I slid the bright material off her shoulders, she grabbed my hands as we both pushed the garment slowly over her hips and dropped it onto to the floor. 

She turned, smiled and whispered, "Thank you" right into my ear. 

A slow move to the couch and she sat down like any lady would that was wearing a short skirt. She reclined and her right hand went directly into her panties and the other hand to her nipple. 

We sat in the chairs that were closest to Diane as she performed a gymnastic symphony of self-pleasure. This event went on for quite some time until Diane finally collapsed on the couch. 

Finally, we had finished the last bottle of wine and cleaned the shrimp off the hors d'oeuvres plate. 

As she was regaining consciousness, I asked her if I could have her panties. 

She whispered, "Yes, if you take them off now". 

I went to one knee in front of her and put my fingers into the sides of the panties, and began the long slow journey toward her ankles. She did not raise her butt off the couch to help, so I had to just work them off the old-fashioned way. 

I moved my head closer to her delightful aroma and drank it into my soul. She moved her hand over and held it against my cheek. We stayed that way for a few seconds that seemed like an event. 

I took her panties and put them into my jacket pocket. I offered her my hand so she could move to a sitting position. 

The other couples came close and we all talked about how we enjoyed her performance, and looked forward to an encore. She smiled, blushed and offered the back of her hand for a kiss. How could I resist?

The drive home was full of animated discussion stories.

We would meet Diane again. 



Lady V Pt. 03



Chapter 03 

The Sheriff

Gloria, Pete and Greg

The Shire was a political unit of land in Anglo Saxon England. The equivalent of our modern day county. The Iff was an lesser shire official that was tasked with, among other things in the hunting counties, preventing poaching. 

In Maricopa County, Sheriff Joe is elected.

Lady V's dungeon is in the City of Phoenix's Squaw Peak Precinct of the Phoenix Police Department. That puts us a few miles west of the Maricopa County Sheriff's patrol territory. Seeing a Maricopa County Sheriff's car in our humble neighborhood is a rarity. However it did happen a few weeks ago. 

Lady V was cautiously optimistic when she told me about our 9:30 pm appointment. It was a sheriff deputy who wanted the services of the dungeon, but not Lady V (or Igor ). Lady V and I were always present during dungeon time but we would stay out of sight. 

He needed a discrete place for a quickie . You just can't park a sheriff's patrol car in a motel parking lot and go rent a room.

About 11:00 pm a Maricopa County Sheriff patrol car pulled into the parking lot and a uniformed deputy got out and extracted a handcuffed hooker looking type female from the back seat. He rang the bell and I buzzed the locks so the two of them went straight into the dungeon. As per Lady V's instructions.

When they got into the dungeon things got interesting. 

The deputy harshly pushed the female toward the Cross where he handcuffed her to and facing the cross. 

He said, " I have to search you for weapons." 

She objected loudly, "No damn way! Keep your cotton pick'n hands off me you perv." 

I thought almost aloud, "Cotton picking hands? Where did this person learn to cuss? Shit, I could do better than that when I was 13."

He managed to search both inside her bra and panties. It took him several minutes and he did a thorough job.

He undid the handcuffs and took her to the table where he used the leather restraints to fasten her face down over the edge of the table. He raised her short skirt up over her waist and pulled her panties down. 

He said," So you wanta be a street cocksucker and a butt fucker, Huh? Here is what you can expect."

An open handed smack on her round bottom was met with a yelp and a,

"Cut that out you pervert. Let me go. I'll have your badge for this. I'll sue your ass off." 

"Shut the fuck up sweet cheeks or I'll find drugs in your snatch" replied the deputy as he reined another slap on the already red cheek. 

Her panties were down around her knees and his dick was headed for her pussy. He eased the big guy into the moist pink place and in about one second he was full length fucking her hard. Her objections became fewer and fewer until she seemed to be going along with the pounding. 

I thought aloud, "Holy Shit. What the fuck's go'n on here" I tried to contact Lady V on her headset, but got no response. Shit I hope I don't get called as a witness.

After a few minutes of hard pounding, he pulled out and rolled a condom on his hard pecker. There was a tube of lube on the table and her upper hole got a generous dose. He slowly entered her ass as she gulped aloud seemingly unprepared for his anal assault. Once again he started the pounding only this time to a chorus of mini screams/yelps that accompanied each thrust. 

He pulled his cock out of the fuckee's ass, whipped off the condom, and shoved the big dick into her pussy just in time for him to go ridged on the down stroke and fill her pussy with a large dose of cum. 

Just as he was starting to slide out of her just fucked hole, his radio squawked to life. He reached up to his lapel mic and answered the call. 

After getting a bunch of unintelligible numbers, he let his dick fall out , slapped her ass again and said, " I've gotta go Now! Code 30. Love you"

He turned and looked for Lady V as he stuffed his dick back into his uniform pants. 

The masked one had moved toward the center of the dungeon and made eye contact with the deputy who said, 

" I have an emergency and have to leave. Can you see that my wife gets back to her van?" 

"That was his fuck'n wife? Holy shit!" These words rolled through my wee brain several times and silently off my tongue.

Lady V assured him that she would take care of his wife and urged him to go and be safe. I buzzed the doors open and he was gone in a flash of red and blue lights. 

The Screwed One, Mrs. Deputy was SO embarrassed because she didn't know there was anybody else in the dungeon. She was a mortified mom that had been bent over a table with her panties down to her knees, had just been pussy fucked, ass fucked by her husband ,cum running down her leg in front of a total stranger (two ,if she knew I was there). 

Lady V started talking to calm her down as she unlocked the leather restraints.

The embarrassed one pulled her panties up and buried her face in both hands. 

Lady V offered her a towel and a glass of wine and our soccer mom readily accepted both. The towel job was quick as was the first demi-glass of wine. During the second glass Lady V asked our guest what led up to the events of the night. 

Mrs. Deputy, Gloria, began slowly. 

"Over the years I would sometimes tease my husband about having to handcuff all of the young pretties that he had to arrest. In our love making he would sometimes handcuff me put me on my knees and make me give him a, well, you know. It was kind of exciting. 

This went on for years until, Pete, my husband, started making up stories about what he and his buddies did to the cute young honeys that they arrested for drugs and prostitution. At least I hope they were stories.

He and I also went online and looked at the booking pictures of these street honeys. I felt sorry for Pete because he had to deal with these hard looking vile tempered people, so I offered myself self as a fantasy arrest. 

We came up with this story line of him arresting me on the street for prostitution and then using me like some of the stories that he and I had made up. 

We figured out how to carry out our plan, but It took us almost a year to solve the where part. He can't park that county car just anyplace.

That's where you came in.  Pete had heard about your Dungeon and it took him the better part of six weeks to finally track you down and arrange a meeting. 

Well you know the story from there."

Lady V picked up the story,

"When we talked on the phone, I suggested a day, time and place for the meeting as well as the book I would be reading for recognition. 

When Pete approached me at Denny's, he was sure that his information was incorrect. Even though the book was on the table, he didn't even ask me the Dungeon question. 

Instead, he said he was looking for a lady but thought he had the wrong person. As he started to walk away, I ask him if he was looking for a Dungeon? 

He could only stammer ,"Yes", and said "You just didn't look like a lady that ran the kind of outfit like we're looking for." 

" He sat , ordered coffee and explained that you only needed a secure location, close to his beat so he could use his dinner break to meet you and have your fantasy arrest. " 

"I liked him and your Plan sounded like fun. So, here we are".

"Well not quite," Gloria replied.

"I was to drive my minivan to a specific place where Pete would meet me. He helped me create this costume right out of ,what he calls, the Street Walker's Hand Book except he had given me panties that said Nice Ass right across my bottom. 

I arrived at the meeting place but Pete wasn't there and he hadn't called me. Finally ,I saw what I thought was his car approaching and felt relieved. I Slid out of the driver's seat, started my hooker's walk away from my van. 

The patrol car pulled up just behind me and an unfamiliar voice yelled, 

"Hey, you ,get over here. I want to talk to you. What are you doing in this area?" I looked and it wasn't Pete, it was some other deputy. This scared the crap out of me and I was only able to mumble, 

"I'm just meeting my husband." Then the deputy said, 

"Yeah right, get over here. Do you have any I.D?" 

I said, "Yes, right over there in my car" and I started to head for the van. This guy yelled at me to stop and get over by the rear fender of his car and put my hands on the top of the trunk. 

I did what he told me, but I also told him I hadn't done anything wrong. That I was just meeting my husband. He didn't believe me and told me I was under arrest for vagrancy because I had no I.D. He told me to put my hands behind my back. 

I did as I was told and then he handcuffed me. I told him my ID was in my van. He just said, "Yeah right".

I got scared and started to cry. I didn't know how this would affect Pete's job. My way too heavy mascara started to run. I was a mess.

The deputy said that he was going to have to search me before he transported me to the station. He ask me if I had any guns, or knives, or bazookas , or bolt cutters on me." 

Now what kind of a stupid ass question was that??? I told him ,"NO! In this outfit I couldn't hide a breath mint. Look! " 

He said that he would trust me about the breath mints, but he did have to look for the bazookas. I had to lean forward over the trunk and in this outfit everything showed, I'm sure. 

Then he said, "What does this say? Does that say "Nice Ass?"

At that point I came unglued and yelled ,"What the hell are you doing looking at my panties? My husband IS a sheriff deputy and you can be damn well rest-a-fuckin-sured that he's gonna hear about this".

"Yeah OK lady, get in the back seat of my car. Watch your head."

He put me into the back with the hard plastic seat. Yuk.

I know it was cleaned before shift, but I also know what was cleaned off just before I sat down with my bare legs. 

He closed the door and went around and climbed in behind the wheel. He took out his cell phone, and said just loud enough for me to hear, "Pete, I got one in custody".

I nearly screamed with relief. "Who are you?" I demanded. He said." I'm Greg, and Pete will tell me the whole story later."

I felt so relieved that I just chattered. 

"Why haven't I met you before?" " Where's Pete? Why are you here? When will Pete be here? 

And then I told him, "Take these handcuffs off me." 

He just laughed and got out of the car and was opening the back door as Pete's cruiser slid along side. 

Pete, Mr. Funny Bones, said, "Looks like you got a bad one there." Then Greg replied, "Yeah, she used the F word on me and she has no I.D. But, according to the graffiti, she has a Nice Ass"

That's when I put my foot down. I told them, "This is NOT funny. Where have you been? Did you tell him about my panties? Get these damn handcuffs off me! I'm so glad to see you." 

Pete interrupted, "Did you search her for canceled weapons?" Greg said "No. She seemed honest so I took her word that she didn't have any breath mints hidden on her."

Then he turned to me and asked, "Is that a costume you're wearing or do you always dress like an hourly rate trick?" 

" I was kinda steamed and I told them off but good. I told them that this was NOT in the least bit funny, and to get me out of these goddamned handcuffs or I'd show the two of them hourly rate." 

Gloria relaxed and continued, " The rest of the evening went as planned except the damn radio call . Code 30 means an officer is in trouble. I hope everyone's all right. 

So now I'm here and I need a ride back to my car." 

Lady V smiled and said, "That is quite a story. I'll drive you back to your car". 

As the two headed toward the Rec room door, I buzzed the lock as usual. 

Gloria said, "How did you do that?" 

Lady V questioned, "You mean open the door?"

"Yeah." Gloria quizzed. 

Lady V, "I'll tell you on the way. Shall we?." (With a hand gesture toward the open door.) 

The rec room door clicked shut and as Lady V and Gloria slid into the Silver Benz.

I started my clean up.



Lady V Pt. 04



Many thanks to editor Fafhrd Stormwind for his help in making this story an easier read. 

Lady V Part #4
The Halloween Party 


Diane had asked Lady V and I to judge a costume party at her house on the Saturday just before All Hallows Eve. The invitation had come in early September with some costume guidelines. 

The guidelines were interesting. They were, 'As Bare As You Dare, by the Pair, from the Grocery Store'. The first two parts were easy to figure but the last part was explained on the bottom of the invitation. 

All costumes, in order to be eligible for the prize money, had to come from the grocery store. 

"What an interesting idea" I thought out loud to just myself. I wondered how creative some of these pairs could be. 

Lady V, never one to miss a challenge, headed to the grocery store. She didn't even ask me to accompany here or for any input. So, I headed to a different grocery store to compile my own list of suggestions. 

You know the drill on grocery stores. To eat healthy, stick to the outside walls. Since I wasn't shopping to eat, I cruised all of the isles. I had a good time with some of the items and excluded lots of others. 

I didn't buy anything but did make some comments on my phone's note pad with hopes that I might need them soon. 

Nothing happened for several weeks, but the thought of the party rolled through my brain often. It was just days before the party and I asked 

Lady V about the costumes.

"Don't worry." she said with a smile. "I've got it covered". 

"Well, are you going to share with me?" I replied.

"No. You get to be surprised too. Don't you trust me?" she quizzed.

"Yeah I trust you. I've seen your style and you always look good. Well actually, you look great. So it's not a matter of trust, I was just curious what you had planned and had hoped that you would include me in the planning."

Her smile evaporated and she looked genuinely taken back.

"I am so sorry. I didn't even think. I got so involved, I didn't think of you" 

As she spoke, she put her hand on my bicep and looked like she had just lost her puppy. 

This was the first time that I can remember that she has ever touched me.  I wonder if the ER parking lot incident had anything to do with that.    I did get a hug one time but that was it.

She continued," I just assumed that you wouldn't want to be involved in that, but I should have known better. You are a great friend and an anchor that I have grown to rely on. I've just known too many guys that wouldn't even wear a costume to a party let alone a party like this one."

I replied in my best John Wayne imitation voice, "Ah shucks, that's OK, ma'm".

She shot back, "No! It's not OK. I didn't include you to what could have been a fun project for both of us. I think sometimes I just take you for granted." Her disappointment with herself turned very quickly to resolve.

"If you will allow me this total lapse of confidence in you, I will make it up to you, promise. Deal?" 

Her extended hand and the confidence in her voice was all it took for me to shake her hand and say, 

"Deal". 

It was a good day.

Party day had arrived and the weather was typical Phoenix fall evening. The day had been bright and sunny but the fire had gone out of the sun and the rays were just comfortable.

I arrived at the dungeon just ahead of Lady V and the other two couples that were riding with us. We were all nicely dressed and I quietly asked Kim and Dave if they knew what the costumes looked like. Neither one had a clue. They were told the costumes were already at the party.

The rental van was quiet and comfortable as we made our way toward Diane's Scottsdale home. Kim drove and we easily navigated the security gate and pulled up in front of Diane's estate. Real grass and trees. Almost like being back in Seattle. 

We walked past two cars in the driveway and Lady V rang the bell.

The gargantuan front door was opened by Frankenstein himself. 

He was a seven foot tall character that welcomed us and then invited us inside.

Diane herself, dressed in a smart looking linen outfit arrived and escorted us to the bar where several other well dressed couples sipped their drinks. First name introductions were made all around and the extent of the decorations became evident.

Diane must have spent a small bundle on decorations. They were cool. Spiders of all sizes, webs, skeletons, ghosts and goblins, black cats, pumpkins, corn stocks, you name it, everywhere. The scent of mulled wine hung lightly in the air and I was on sensory overload.                     

The doorbell chimed and Frankenstein dutifully opened the door and a few minutes later Diane ushered in The Twins. 

Identical twins, identical jumpsuits, except one was Safety orange and the other was Safety Lime. Blonde, slender, curvy, cute, and animated as they ,arm in arm, made their way to the bar and accepted the introductions. 

They knew the group that was there before us, but we, Lady V, myself, Kim and Nancy, Dave and Mary, were new and they seemed truly happy to make our acquaintances. They were Jennifer and Lynette. 

A few minutes later two more couples arrived followed by another couple and three single ladies. Introductions and drinks all around. I was enjoying the party so much that I had forgotten that there was an additional element, the costumes. 

Diane used a small brass bell to get everyone's attention. She addressed the festive crowd,

"Welcome to our Halloween party. We're going to change into our costumes now." She paused. 

"Remember to eligible for prizes the costumes must have come from the grocery store. Judging will be done by Lady V and her escort Igor.

There will be NO bribing the judges, please."

"There are three categories. Best costume by the pair. Most daring, by the pair, and most creative, by the person. Decision of the judges is final."

"So that everyone has a chance for a grand entrance. We'll change by couples. Frankenstein has everyone's costume in a separate bag.

When I draw your name from the cauldron, get the bag with your name on it from Frankenstein and go down the hall and change. There are hangers for you clothes and closet space to hang them. Use the first or second door on your right."

With that, Diane stepped up to the cauldron and drew out a piece of paper. She unfolded the paper, and read her own name aloud. 

She danced up to Frankenstein and was handed an elegant shopping bag with her name attached. She grabbed the bag and headed down the hall. 

Frankenstein faced us and said, 

"Please continue. Diane will return in a few moments."

The conversations resumed and Diane was moved to the back of my mind until Frank, aka Frankenstein, rang the small brass bell and announced, " Ladies and gentlemen, "May I present, Diane."

She came out of the hall wearing her costume. 

It was a very mini length dress made entirely out of small pieces of cardboard boxes. The boxes had been stitched together to form a collage of color and pattern. 

Everyone stopped and looked, OOOOd and Ahhhed, and then added a small polite round of applause. 

She did a small curtsy and a little blush. 

Diane thanked everyone and then stepped up to the cauldron and drew Nancy and Kim's names. They got their bag of costumes from Frank and headed down the hall.

The party resumed and in a few minutes Nancy and Kim returned and were announced by Frank, 

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Nancy and Kim.

They had a bunch of ZipLoc bags, filled with signs of some sort, tied to strategic places. The OOOOh's and Ahhhhh's, the polite round of applause and Diane stepped up for another name draw.

"Deb, Debra and Debbie". (The three single ladies) They grabbed their drinks, the shopping bag and giggled their way down the hall.

As soon as they had disappeared, Diane drew another name from the cauldron, Lady V and Igor. 

"This is going to be interesting", I muttered to myself as I headed toward Frank and Lady V to get our bag of costumes.

Lady V grabbed the bag and headed down the hall and into the first door. 

I followed and closed the door. Lady V already had some costume parts out and laying on the bed. She handed me some material and used my arm to turn me around and said,                     " You face this way and dress and I'll be over here." 

Damn, I thought at least I'd get a strip show out of the short one. 

I undressed totally and used a hanger for my pants and shirt.

My costume was, a rice bag, a fuck'n rice bag, converted to a vest, skirt (kilt?) and an extra large jockstrap. The waist size was just right, but the tool room was big enough for a donkey dick and a couple of softballs.     I guess real friends see you as "Bigger than life".

"OK", I thought kind of out loud,

"At least I'm not stark naked. But that means she isn't either. "

I turned around just as Lady V was facing me and slipping back into her sandals. She was wearing a mini dress that was also made out of an empty California Rice bag. It hung delicately on her little tits and extended down to about an inch below where the crotch of her panties would be. Being over six foot tall, I have a distinct disadvantage for panty spotting on short girls.     

"You look good", she said upon straightening up to her full 5' 1" height.

"How do I look?" with palms up and a slight knees to the side dip.

"Hey, you always look good, your dress looks good too." I replied and continued,

"We look like bookends, 'cept I'd hold up more books than you, lightweight." 

"Well I've probably read more books than you've ever held up, so give me a break. Are you ready?"

She was right about the books, I was ready to go and she ushered me out the door ahead of her in spite of my attempt at ladies first.

As we approached the end of the hall, 

Frank said, in his best Count Dracula type voice," Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Lady V and Igor".

The Ohhhhhhs and Ahhhhhs, the round of applause as we stopped for our fans. Diane approached and said," I love your outfits."

We both replied with a "Thank you". 

Diane reached into the cauldron and withdrew another name.

"Jane and Dick". A couple that we had just met.

So I just assumed they were traveling incognito and watched as they headed down the hall with their Macy's Bag.

Now this was the first time that I had seen Diane's costume/dress/apron from the back, and there was no back. It had a collection of cardboard pieces going up around her neck and an elastic piece across her waist in back, but nothing else except the yarn width thong that disappeared down between her sweet cheeks.

The cutout pieces of the front did not fit tightly together either. There were spaces between the squares, circles, triangles and other odd shapes that made up the dress. At second glance it looked almost 50% see-through.

"Nice ass", I muttered to myself without moving my lips.     

Hell, you never know who can lip read. 

A few minutes Frank announced,

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Jane and Dick."       Dick and Jane arrived at the doorway and lots of Ohhhs and Ahhhs and clapping for them and their costumes. Fig leaves. 

He had one large fig leaf covering his manly items and she had three very small fig leaves covering her treasures. 

They smiled, gave each other a kiss and headed for the bar. There must have been glue or something holding up the fig leaves because there was nothing showing on either one's back side.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present Debra, Debbie and Deb".

The three ladies presented themselves to louder than usual reception because they wore only Saran wrap. It must have been only two wraps each around their hips and less around the boobies. 

Turning front to back with hands up and out, they made quite an appealing sight. The Saran wrap hid nothing and the ladies were worth looking at.  I was in love, times three.

Lady V had moved over to the bar and was refilling her wine when I noticed the back of her dress. If I leaned way down, I could almost see the bottoms of her ass cheeks, even from my height. 

Since everybody was watching the three Debs, I nonchalantly moved over behind Lady V and bent over and lifted up the hem of her skirt. 

NO panties. Nice ass.

I raised it up a bit further and she turned her head towards me and said,

" Is there something that you want?"

"Yes, I need to check and see what's under the rice bag." I said.

"You could just ask", she scolded.

"Yeah you're right, but some things a guy just needs to find out for himself."

As I continued to raise the back of her dress, she stood there, motionless, with a decanter in one hand and a half filled glass of wine in the other. 

Way up at the top of her cute crack there was evidence of a minimal thong. It was light colored and did not show through the rice bag dress. I let the dress drop and stood up.

"Are you satisfied?" she said with a slight smile.

"From the back, what does the front look like?" I quizzed.

"I think you've already seen that part so don't push your luck, fella. Go keep your eyes on the Saran wrap ladies. They're much more interesting." She was smiling.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Jennifer and Lynette" Frank's voice was an end to our conversation. The Twins appeared and were stunning. Flapper dresses, silver flapper dresses and one of them had on a Safety Orange wig and the other had a Safety Lime Green wig. And, they had sandals that matched their wigs. A couple of dance steps from that era, Charleston, Lindy I don't know, and I was in love again, times two. 

I was going to enjoy a closer look at these two beauties for the judging. 

The usual Ohhh's and "Ahhh's and a cheery round of applause.     The dresses hung from around their necks and scooped into a back that was too narrow to cover any underwear or the top of their sweet cheeks. 

Diane got ahead of me on the name draw and soon Frank said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present Leslie and Ron.

They were in Bikinis. Not very big ones either, but I couldn't tell what they were made of. His was more like a posing pouch and hers was just a couple of straps that held her pussy lips together. 

He was trimmed really well and she had spent time with her Lady Gillette. Her top triangles just, I mean just covered her nipples. 

The usual crowd response and almost immediately, Frank announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present Rhonda and Tim."

Rhonda was a short cute nicely curved blonde with a sweet smile and Tim was a bit taller and very muscular. They had matching black chaps, and vests that started life as plastic trash bags. They had used the drawstring tops of the bags to hold their chaps on.

Their modesty was preserved by some kind of mini stretch shorts. She had enough tit for two girls and they were almost covered by her cowboy style vest. One or both nipples always seemed to be peeking out to be viewed.

Frank, "Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Nikki and Brad." 

Their costumes were, diapers, Pampers or Depends , I'm not much of an authority on that particular article from the grocery store. She had baby bottle nipples covering her nipples. There must have been some glue in there someplace too.

Decision of the Judges is Final

All of the guests were in their costumes and Lady V and I had the challenging task of choosing the winners for the costume prizes.

Diane announce three categories. 

Best costume by the pair.

Most daring, by the pair, and most creative, by the person.

We were asked to have our selections made by 10:30 as a couple of the guests had to leave early. 

We checked with Jane and Dick, they actually were Richard and Jane, and ask about the source of their Fig Leaves. They admitted that they were not from the grocery store and had no interest in the prize money, but did ask if it were possible to receive "honorable Mention", in the category of Most Daring. 

Lady V said, "We'll see how things go."

Aside, I said to Lady V, "We could give every category an Honorable Mention, so that every couple or person is a winner of some sort."

She seemed to think that was a good idea, so we proceeded with that as our goal. 

Rhonda and Tim were next to be interviewed, with their chaps and vests. It was quite clever how they had fashioned their "Cowboy/girl" portions. Those nicely shaped tits just kept showing out from the too small vest that Rhonda made no attempt to pull closed. 

Their modesty covers had also come from the grocery store, but they were both Ladies style under ware, so Tim's cock and balls were scrunched up against his pelvis and showed as a huge bulge. He said that he spent most of the evening suffering from a hard-on causing his dick to just peer out of the top of the waist band. Rhonda apparently didn't help matters because she would reach down and tease his cock when she saw it getting soft.

Deb, Debra and Debbie were my vote for Most Daring by the pair, Ok so there were three of them, so what. They were happy to model their outfits and I was happy to look. Debra and Debbie were their real names and Martha assumed the name of Deb for the night just to be part of the D cup Team.

Nancy and Kim's ZipLoc bags were hanging on their fronts and her tits were easily viewed from the sides. 

Her triangle tops had Condensed Milk labels inside and her other triangle had a Soft as Silk banner showing.

Kim's front had a Hot Dog label and both of their backsides had Buns.

The twins had the Flapper dresses. Lynette, had the Lime Green Wig and sandals so that was easy to remember her and Jennifer's wig and sandals were Safety Orange. Their dresses were made from cheese cloth and Cheetos bags that were turned inside out and cut to resemble fringe. The bags were then sown onto the cheesecloth. The mylar was too easily blown up, so there was a dot of glue on the bottom of each strip to weight it down. I wondered what the fuck they did with all of those Cheetos. 

Upon close inspection, I could see the floor through the crack in Jennifer's shapely ass cheeks.

Lynette quietly said, "After you've announced the winners, come back and talk with me OK?" She put her hand on my forearm. 

Clever lady, she knows the old adage about guys," I see and I forget, I touch and I remember." 

I nodded and said, " I'd love to". I lightly touched her hand as I left to find Lady V.

We handed the list of winners and honorable mentions to Diane and I sought out Lady Lime Lynette. 

She said that she needed some air, so we went outside by the pool, we sat on a concrete seat and she began, " I'm going to tell you about my favorite color and that will tell you something about me. And then I'd like you to do the same for me. That way we can get to know each other without just asking questions. OK?" 

I said, "Sounds like a great way to start."

"My favorite color is Orange. The Orange that glows in the western sky at sunset, you know, the one on the Arizona Highways magazine." I have lived in Arizona all of my life and always, as a kid , thought the evening sky was so pretty. The evening was also a quiet time of the day and I loved it.

She stopped, and looked at me with a sweet smile.

"It must be my turn, so I want to tell you that my favorite color.    Blue, not just any shade though, the Blue that is the planet Earth as seen from space. Now the white is part of the color combination , but my favorite is Earth Blue as seen from space. I shoulda been a pilot."

I paused and looked at her,

"My favorite place is...

"My favorite season is...

"My favorite movie is....

" I want to go to......

" I lost my husband.....

" I have two super grandkids....

We went back and forth for what seemed like an eternity and yet time passed quickly, until she slowly and deliberately reached up and cupped the back of my neck, stretched up and kissed me on the lips. 




Lady V Pt. 04



After a long and slow release, she said, 

" I think I've known you all my life. Come with me, there's someone I want you to meet. And I've GOT to go potty." 

She didn't let go of my hand as we went into the laundry room where she closed the door and parked me by the dryer and said, "Wait here."

She stepped around a corner and I could see her pull her dress up as she sat on the Kohler. She stood up, flushed the John and as she washed her hands she said, " Wait here for me."

She was out the door and I had to speak to the Bold Look too.      I spent some time washing up, face and neck too, and headed back to the party. Sorry, I guess I just don't take directions well.

I was hungry so I headed for the food table and started grazing. I was washing down some nice fruit slices with a bottled water when the Lime Green wig and sandals grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the pool.

"Were we going to meet someone?" I quizzed. 

Her shush finger went up across her lips and we continued to the end of the pool where there was a small cabana that was open, like twelve feet, to the pool deck. It was dark inside so we stopped at the edge and she spun and stretched up for a kiss. 

I was all for that.                        It had been years since someone kissed me that enthusiastically.

My hands roamed her bare back and her hands went up inside of my vest. Her kisses were wet and I had to remember to breathe. 

Damn she felt good. 

Damn I felt good. 

She said," I need to get out of this dress." She turned away as she reached behind her neck and raised the loop over her head and lowered it so a single step had her completely naked. 

I was handed the dress and she unfurled a large blouse/dress from her hand and slipped into it but did not button the front. She took the flapper dress and hung it up inside the cabana and then jumped carefully onto a large bed.

I was a split second behind her. 

Now how do you go slow when your starved and a banquet is laid out in front to you? Dammed if I know..

From her lips I started down her neck but had to go back for more of the tasty lips. It must have taken me twenty minutes to make it down to her tummy button. I'd passed second base because the shirt was in the way but headed down to the promised land. 

It must have been another ten minutes and I was partaking of her tasty nasty nectar. Her fingers were in my hair making sure I was right on target. I was. 

With my lips and mustache full of her sweet juices, I returned to her lips where she introduced me to her playful tongue. 

Now this is the point in my story that I would like to be able to tell you that my ten inch man meat was as hard as a concrete rod and precum was dripping from the end. I was ready for poking this babe all night and had the stamina for at least three heavy loads before dawn. Only in my dreams.

I don't have that kind of equipment and, after having several glasses of wine and being up since six this morning, and not having any pink around my peter for way too long, my dick wasn't up to it and I almost wasn't either.

I may not be able to cut the mustard, but I can sure lick the jar.

So here I am in a perfect place, alternating between pussy lips without hair and hot kissy lips with tongue. 

I don't know how long I was in that blissful situation when I rolled her on top and lifted her up against the wall so she could sit on my face while I enjoyed her sweetness.

With her ninety eight pounds sitting on my face and the pillow pushing my head up, I took a deep breath and prayed for strength. 

I had just about licked her dry when I heard

" I see you two are getting along just fine".              It was the other twin, who's name I could not remember for the life of me. 

I knew Lynette's hands were on the wall, so when a soft hand grabbed my almost hard social networking device, I knew it had to be the other twin.

A hand job turned into a high vacuum suck and finally my little guy with the second head woke up and I blew a load right into her mouth.

Shit did that feel good. 

What she did with my load, swallow or spit, I'll never know because I died. Lynette wiggled down onto the bed beside me and began to rub herself. She went rigid and groaned low and long. She pulled her blouse tight around her and curled her butt into my front. I put my arms around her and was ready to spoon till dawn.

The other twin curled up behind me and said quietly, 

"Lady V and the others have all gone home. Your pants are on the hanger and I'll take you home tomorrow."

"OK" was all I could muster until I ask about my shirt.

"Jennifer is wearing your shirt." My brain was too far gone to understand, so I just said, "Huh?"

"Jennifer, the cute blonde that you just gave an Orgasm too, the one in front of you, silly."

I said, " No, that's Lynette with the lime wig."

"No, we switched wigs and sandals while you were in the laundry room. It's a long story, I'll tell you in the morning. Good night."

She placed her hand on my hip, just next to the other hand that was there from the front.

It was a good night.

Someone had pulled the sheet and a blanket over us and I slept like a king until it started to get light. I needed to piss like a Russian Race horse.

I was also a sandwich in between two cute blondes, no wigs. I'm not sure how I made it out, but coming back from the head, I crawled right back between them and they both snuggled up tight. 

. 

I fell back to sleep and didn't wake up until one of the twins crawled out to go the ladies room. I'm not sure which was which, so I just figured it would all be sorted out soon. 

Diane made a "Coffees On" call from the French doors into the kitchen. 

The twin that was wearing my shirt rolled over and said,

" Hi, I'm Jennifer. I've got to use the ladies room. Go get some coffee and I'll be right there."

I slipped into my pants and shoes and headed toward the smell of hot coffee. As I slid my hand into my pocket a folded piece of paper caught my finger. I pulled it out and opened it up and read.

"I told you I would make it up to you." It was signed, Lady V

I just grinned.

Diane's smile was electric as she said, "Good morning!, Jake?"

"Yes, Jake. Igor in my nome de work"

"I see. What do you take in your coffee?"

"Milk and sugar. I'm a light weight when it comes to coffee."

"I thought you were from the Land of Starbucks?"

"I am, it just never took." 

"There is one of my husbands shirts on the back of that chair for you to wear until you get yours back." 

I slipped his shirt on just as my shirt arrived wrapped around one twin and was followed by the other twin wearing sweats. I got sandwiched again and a kiss to each cheek. They quickly moved around the counter before I could grab some ass.

I looked at the twin wearing my shirt and asked, "Are you still Jennifer?"

She smiled, came back around the counter and grabbed my arm, kissed my cheek and said,                        "Yes, I'll always be Jennifer." I didn't miss the ass grab this time and damn, no panties.

"And I'll always be Lynette" said the other twin fixing the two cups of coffee that Diane had just poured.

I said, " I need to ask for a phone number and I'm not sure just how to do that."

Lynette replied, "I will get you my card with both of our numbers on it.  We do want you to call both of us."

Shit man, I had to get out of there before turned into Mr. Dumbshitjello. 

"You offered a ride back to my car, is that ride available?"

"Are you in a hurry?" Lynette asked.

"No, but I did make plans for today."

"Can you change them?" Jennifer asked with a coy smile.

" It's too late to respectfully cancel. I do my best to keep my word."

The ride back to my car was pleasant and I did get Lynette's card that had her printed number and Jennifer's cell number, hand written. 

I ask her about the "long story" and the switching of the wigs and twins. She said, "Could I please have a rain check on that story? Call me when you can, let's have dinner, and I'll tell you. OK?"

"OK" as we turned into the parking lot of Lady V's establishment.

My Buick was extra warm from sitting in the parking lot and the A/C felt good. I didn't have plans for today, I lied. I needed to slow down and allow some brain activity to balance out my desire to live the rest of my life between their legs, either or both of them.

I headed toward Vegas and enjoyed the drive but Lynette's "long story" sent several red flags into my thoughts and I was really glad that I had given myself some time. I was looking forward to driving over the new Tillman bridge. Yeah, I know, it has two names, and they were both good guys but it's easier for me to just remember one name. Guess I'm getting old and besides, I'm from Arizona.

I called Lady V and told her that I would be out of town for the week and ask her about the note that I had found in my pants pocket.

She replied," I decided that you needed the company of a lady and I called my friend Diane and asked her if she knew of any candidates that might be interested in a quality gentleman like yourself. Diane said that she would see what she could do. When the three Deb's arrived, I thought that one of them might be a Calculated Opportunity for Meeting, (set up) for you."  



Then she asked," Which color, Lime or Orange, of the twins did you wind up with?" 

I told her. "Both".

She said, " I guess I'll have to call Diane and get some details."

I gave Lady V a thumbnail sketch of my night but left out specifics.  She's a big girl she can figure it out. 

I ran out of cell bars so I hung up and set the cruise up a bit.

From Sam's Town in Vegas I called Lynette on Wednesday and ask for a dinner date on Saturday. Her schedule was full for Saturday but she offered Monday. I accepted and told her I would call Monday with the time and place.

She wanted to talk, but I remember the rule # 1: Use the phone to make dates, not chat. 

Girls want to talk on the damn phone, which is fine to other girls, but guys need to talk face to face. Why? You ask? 

Be in charge. Be yourself. Be focused on listening.         Guys don't listen worth a shit, so practice. Don't get sucked into their MO especially in the beginning. You want to proceed on your terms and not too fast. And mostly, you'll be less likely to say something stupid.

The worst thing that a guy can do is move in with a chick two months or two weeks or two hours after meeting her. 

Remember, the previous dude she was fucking kicked her ass to the curb for some reason, or she dumped the last guy because he was just like you. Go slow.

I called Lynette and our dinner date was set for 7 pm at the Point Hilton restaurant. Not my usual haunt, I had to Google the place to find it. She said that she would meet me there, in the lounge. Humm, interesting. Not a good way to start and be in charge, but I thought I'd roll with it.

As I walked into the lounge and saw her sitting at a table for two, my first thought was that this was a setup. No chick that good looking would ever be interested in an ordinary guy like me.

I'd bet her outfit cost more than my Buick. She rose up and offered her hand. I cradled it lightly and brought it up to my mouth for a short kiss.

"Why thank you gentle sir", was her sexy reply.

It took a few minutes to get our table and we both kept the conversation light and fun. After we had ordered, I pushed the "long story" button and waited. 

Lynette 's Long Story

"When Diane called me and asked if I would like to meet a gentleman,   I told her "no", in no uncertain terms. Then she asked about Jennifer, and I started thinking that she needed a great guy to date. 

Diane got a glowing recommendation from Lady V, and oh, I've got to ask you about her sometime." Her posture shifted and her voice softened a bit and she continued, "Now here is the long part of the story, it's Jenny's past and her future. 

Her ex is a car salesman that lived to play golf ,chase women and drink. She practically raised their two kids by herself. She was a kindergarten teacher and the kids were great. 

Things went down hill fast a few years ago. Todd, her oldest was killed when his helicopter, he was a pilot, went down somewhere in the Middle East. Her daughter Suzie married a great guy that works at IBM and they live on the east coast. 

Jennifer lost a breast to cancer and is slowly going blind, macular degeneration. Her ex divorced her and told her a woman wasn't a real woman without both breasts. Except he didn't call them breasts."

"Yeah, I know what he said," I interjected.

"She had sort of bought into the crap about not being a whole woman with only one breast."

She leaned forward, took my hand, and looked up into my eyes and said, "Did you notice that she only had one breast?"

"No. but I did notice she was a great kisser, but no, I didn't realize that she was a survivor."

She cupped her drink with both hands and continued,

"She is my sister and I love her dearly but I was sure she wouldn't want to be setup for a blind date. But, I thought that it's time for her to move on so I didn't tell her about Diane's plot to get you two an introduction. 

After you and I talked out by the pool, I knew that you were the one for her, and me too. I want her to move in with me next year, that's why I set you up for the ole twin switcheroo. "

"So the switch was your idea?"

"Yes, but not entirely."

"Her concern about the flapper dresses, was that someone might notice that she only had one breast. She hasn't had the reconstruction surgery yet."

I asked, " Don't they start reconstruction surgery at the same time as the mastectomy?" 

"Yes they do , but something wasn't right, for some reason, so she goes back in next month."

"When I got back to the party after we had been outside, she ask me where I was and I told her. And, I told her about the kiss, and that you were a great guy. I ask her if she would do the old twin switch trick, we used to do it all the time in school, even when we were at the U."

She thought that would be fun, so we switched wigs and sandals and you know the rest."

"It was just going to be a lark when I came out later and then we would all laugh. Well, instead of it being fun, I was a bit jealous when I saw that you and her were getting along so well and I wanted to be the one that you had fun with you too."

"So now, I'm going to ask you a question that you do not have to answer right now."

I said, "OK, you ask, I'll listen."

"Would you be comfortable dating and getting to know both of us?"

I had wondered if something like that was coming, but never the less, I was caught off guard by her directness.   

I took a long slow drink to think.

My only reply was," What does Jennifer think of this idea?"

"It's HER idea, and mine too. Did you notice what she wore to bed that night at Diane's?" "After we switched wigs, she went into the changing room and grabbed your shirt off of the hanger, folded it up and took it with her as a plan B."

" I know it started out as a lark, but once she got the feel of you, she was hooked. So was I. Except you had me from the color Blue." 

she smiled and continued,  

"Why didn't you make a pass at me before I kissed you?"

"Frankly, my dear, ( said in my best Rhett Butler voice) I was really enjoying our conversation and,,, and, I hadn't gotten a clear message that you wanted me to touch you let alone kiss you."

I shuffled in my seat and said," Besides, I was going to ask you for your number so I could call you for a date, and I didn't want to screw that up."

"Well, you shouldn't have worried." She whispered.

I asked, "How do I date and get to know two sisters at the same time? Isn't that kind of like playing with gasoline and matches at the same time?" 

Her reply, "Be yourself, be honest and open. And if you ever get to the point where you think you have to choose, choose Jennifer."

I had to search for this reply, "You know I'm in a torn spot here. You were the one that I really got excited about because of our conversation then she appears in the Lime wig and we start mak'n out, but I think it's you, then you show up and shit, I don't know who is who or who is what.   (Insert long pause here) 

So what do I do now?"

"Call Jennifer while I go to the ladies room. Then take me home and come in for a night cap." A wink and a smile, I was doomed.

I woke up the next morning in Lynette's queen size bed with her pretzeled around me. Her bedroom was as big as my entire apartment. My old Buick looked small and out of place in the huge circular drive that went around the grass and the trees. 

A week later I picked up Jennifer at the airport, seems as though she lived in Tucson, and as we waited for our dinner at the steak house I said,

" I'm going to tell you about my favorite color and then that, hopefully will tell you something about me. When I'm done, I'd like you to tell me about your favorite color. That way we can get to know each other without just asking questions. OK?" 

She nodded a smiling "OK." I began,

"My favorite color is Blue..........