She was sitting at the bar alone. She was too hot to be alone at a place like this. Pretty things like that were usually swarmed by guys as soon as they walked in. With her it was different; the air she gave off. She wanted to be alone. The guys were looking, but no one approached her. She was a regular, you could tell just by the way she talked to the bartender, nodded at the other patrons. The little white dress she wore was something else. It barely covered her thighs, and every now and then, if she moved just right, I got a flash of something more. Yet, somehow in its design, it gave her a look of pure childhood innocence. Even her hair, the blond curls falling down her shoulders, made her look seventeen, but there was something about her that told you different. Her age was impossible to tell. So young looking in the face, but her eyes held a lifetime of knowledge.

Oh, her eyes, if only I had never looked into them. They held me. I couldn't look away. She was reading my thoughts, I swear! It was as if she was looking at my whole life with her eyes, watching it like a movie. Then she started grinning. It wasn't a malicious grin, per se, but it should have warned me of what was to come.

I watched her get up from her stool and walk to the bathroom. I couldn't quit staring at her. I was transfixed. My whole consciousness was taken up with her presence. Nothing else existed; the bar, my date, nothing was here except her. I found myself following her. I knew she wanted me to. It was almost as if she was beckoning me even though she made no sound or movement of the sort. I walked into the bathroom and she was gone. I checked the stalls but there was no one in there but me. Dazed, I turned around to leave and there she was right behind me.

"How?..." but she was on me. Her hands wrapped around my neck and pulled me towards her. There was no fighting her. Fighting never even occurred to me. I was hers. I never had been kissed by a woman before this. I had never even considered it an option. But I felt as if I had been kissing her forever. I started my life right there in her arms. Her lips were so moist and her tongue, hungry as it was, was the softest thing I had ever had in my mouth. For the first time in my life I knew exactly what was meant by the word ecstasy! Her hands moved down to my chest, taking hold of my breast. She grabbed and pinched at my nipple through my shirt and bra. It hardened instantly at her touch.

Suddenly, I had no shirt to speak of. She pushed me into one of the stalls and sat me on the toilet. Grabbing my breasts in her hands she started suckling them. I still cannot believe the intensity of that moment. The lightening bolt that shot through my body was totally beyond description. Out of impulse I grabbed at her breasts, now showing through her flimsy dress, completely erect. I heard her suck in her breath as I pinched, biting through the material. I felt her push me away. Quickly she peeled the tiny dress off of her and I did the same with my skirt and panties. She was between my legs. I could not believe myself. Here I was sitting in a stall of a bar, naked, being licked by a woman whose name I did not even know. I started to reconsider. But then I felt her heated breath on my lips.

I was incapable of anything but grabbing her hair and holding her there. Her tongue was no longer as soft as during the kiss. It had become as hard as possible, spreading my lips and even entering me. Oh, the pleasure was so overwhelming, I thought I would drown in it! Her nails were digging into my thighs, drawing blood, but I didn't even notice. I was clutching at her shoulders; trying to pull her deeper into me. She was working on me ferociously, my hips moving forward with each lap of her tongue.

I kept thinking that it couldn't get anymore powerful than it was, yet it kept growing. The orgasm that shot through me forced out a scream that I never thought myself capable of. It left me weak and shivering. I was sweating, thoroughly drenched. I didn't think I could take anymore, but she wouldn't quit. Finally, I wrenched her away and up into my arms. I tasted myself on her lips! That alone almost made me come again, but then she had me on the floor pushing my head between her legs. I could smell her immediately. She still had her panties on and they were drenched. I licked them and felt her shudder. I kept licking through them, frustrated that I couldn't taste her enough. Finally, I moved them to the side with my fingers and got the full flavor. So sweet: I never knew we were so sweet. How could I have gone so long without tasting this beautiful sensation? I couldn't get enough of her. No matter how much I licked or how deeply my tongue entered her, I could not get enough. I inserted a finger, hoping to make her even wetter, and she moaned. Her hands were tangled in my hair. I was completely lost in what I was doing. I barely noticed her orgasm, except for her legs tightening around my head.

When we were finished, we sat in the stall awhile, holding each other and trying to catch our breath. Finally, she stood up and started getting dressed. I followed suit. She took my hand and led me out of the bathroom and down the hall toward the back of the bar. We walked out the door into an alley. She never let go of me this whole time. She was gripping my hand as if she were afraid it might come off. I followed her like a puppy. She could have made me do anything; I was hers. Finally we came to a door. I'm not sure which section of town it was. I had trouble paying attention to where we were. I soon discovered it was another bar. This one was a little different than the first. I quickly noticed that most of the couples were women and that there was a lot of leather.

We got our drinks and she led me to a table in the corner where we could see the whole bar. I was shocked. There was no other word for it. There were women everywhere being whipped, being spanked you name it. Right here in public! I started to focus in on the sounds. They surrounded me and took me in right away. I closed my eyes and just listened for awhile, taken by it all. My mind was racing. Then I noticed the center stage. Currently it was empty, but I could tell by the lingering crowd that it hadn't been for long. There were shackles hanging down from the ceiling and connected to the posts on the side. I wanted it bad. I wanted to be whipped on that stage in front of every body! I had dreamt about it all my life, but would never admit it to anybody. How could I say anything like that?

"Excuse me, hon. But would you mind chaining me up and whipping me in front of your friends?" I couldn't do it, but right now I wanted it so bad I was already to come again. She knew it, too. She knew when she looked into my eyes and read my mind that this is what I wanted. As soon as I finished my drink, she took my hand and pulled me up to the stage.

It felt like a dream. The alcohol and the sex were taking a hold of me and I was in a daze. I didn't even think twice when she clasped the shackles around my wrists and ankles. It was all so fast. I opened my eyes and saw that a crowd was gathering around the stage. I realized that again she had taken off my shirt and skirt and now I was standing on the stage in my underwear. I saw out of the corner of my eye that my new acquaintance had picked up a riding crop from the stack of implements off to the side of the stage. I closed my eyes and held my breath, not knowing how this was going to feel.

Smack! The pain ran through my whole body and I gritted my teeth. Tensing every muscle in my body I knew that I could not get out of the shackles. I started to get real scared. Smack! It hit me again and this time she ran her fingers down the welt. I shivered. almost moaning. I felt her tear my underwear off. I couldn't see anything. She was tying a blind fold over my eyes. This was going too far! I started to protest, but before I could say a word, Smack! Right across the shoulder blades. I was wet. I was so wet it was dripping down my legs. More. I wanted more. I could hear the crowd getting bigger, louder. They were loving it. Smack, again and again. She was hitting my thighs. my back, my arms. I struggled in the chains, trying to get free. I wanted to grab her, hold her down, fuck her. The hits kept coming. I could feel blood trickling down my back. but I never said a word. I didn't even cry out. A moan or two, but that was all.

There was a brief pause and I was worried that she was done when I felt the most excruciating sensation of my life. She had traded the crop for something a little bigger. She only used it a couple of times but I could smell the blood. I was getting dizzy. She was kissing my wounds, licking up the blood. The saltiness of her saliva stung, but the silkiness of her tongue made up for the pain. I was on fire. I wanted her so bad I could have killed her. Never had I known such rage! She was rubbing something all over my body. Some kind of cream. It smelled musky and was nice and cool. She paused between my thighs then I could hear her sucking her fingers. I tried to kiss her when she came near my face, but she slapped me.

Then she was gone. I waited for so long, but nothing came. My body was tense, waiting for the next blow. When I did feel her, I was shocked. She was rubbing between my legs with something. It was hard and rubbery. She had a dildo! She was going to fuck me with a dildo right in front of this crowd. I couldn't take this. I tried to move away but was trapped by the chains. She teased me with it for so long. Just rubbing it back and forth across my lips. I was still dripping wet. I couldn't wait any longer. As soon as I thought I would go crazy, she slid it into me. It was huge. The pain was unbearable. She gave me the whole thing at once and I came in a loud groan and shudder. The crowd was going nuts. They loved it. I could hear a few moans coming from them, too.

Once wasn't enough for her, though. She kept fucking me with the dildo and hitting me with the riding crop. I was gone; through the roof. Just when I was ready to come again, she pulled the dildo out. Disappointed, I started to whine for it. It was at that point that I felt something probing my ass. Oh. I really couldn't take this. The pain was overwhelming. I couldn't catch my breath and my body felt like it was split in half. It was then that I noticed someone else had climbed on stage. They were working the dildo in my ass slowly and deeply, while my new lover started kissing me and fucking me with the original dildo. I heard her gasping and moaning right along with me. I think we came together, I don't remember, but the thrashes wouldn't stop.

When it was all over, I was hanging by my wrists, unable to hold myself up. Sweat was running off my face and blood was dripping down my back. I felt my wrists unchained and I almost fell to the floor. My lover held me and supported me with a surprising amount of strength. I heard the crowd cheer as I was led off the stage to a back room. The blindfold was removed and I saw her eyes smiling and shining with the ecstasy that we shared. She laid me on a bed and started rubbing salve on all my open wounds. The stinging started to subside. I think I drifted off into a light sleep for awhile, but I can't be sure. She was singing softly, too softly for me to make it out, but she had a sweet, thin voice. I loved this woman. I didn't even know her name, but I loved her. And I wanted nothing more than to wake in her arms in the morning.