The President's Club, Chapter 12 Sandi woke up cradled in her girl friend’s arms, floating in the frothy steamy water of the Jacuzzi. Never in her life had she had felt so satisfied, so fulfilled, so complete. Or so decadent. She floated languorously in her post-orgasmic haze as Karin gently stroked her striped breasts with soft hands, whispering in her ear the endearing terms Karin had herself heard from her mysterious Sam. It seemed so long ago now, yet in her mind, the words and the memories were as fresh as yesterday. "Karin?" Sandi stirred in her grasp. "Hmmm?" "You were a total bitch!” she said softly, then paused. “Thank you!" It was almost a whisper. "Oh, Sandi, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... All I wanted... I didn’t know how hard... I’d never done been on that side." "Hush, kiddo. It was great. You were great. What I meant was, if I had known ahead of time what you were going to do, I wouldn't have let you do it. But now that I know what it’s like, I want it again." "Was it really good for you, Sandi? Honest?" "It was totally good." They lie still for a while, soaking in the feelings and the in the heat from the swirling water. "Sandi?” Karin hesitated. “Uh, you know it's better with a man." Sandi thought, carefully weighing her response. “Are you offering me Sam?" she asked, tentatively. The hands on her breast stopped their caressing motion and she felt the stinging drops of Karin's tears falling on her shoulders. Even after all this time, Karin was still totally in love with this mysterious Sam. "I can’t. I don't have Sam to offer you. But if I did, it would be his decision, not mine." "Hey, lighten up. I was just kidding! I don't want Sam, honest. You know me better than that. But,” she got serious, “how can I just let a man do this to me? I can’t just hand one of my dates a whip, smile and bend over for him! In my position, no pun intended, if something like that ever got out, my career would be ruined." Karin came back to the point. "So. Do you really want to do this again?" "Yes." “With a man?” “Yes, damit! What’s your point?” "A man will hit you harder, hurt you more." "I know that – I guess, anyway. Yes. He would." "A man will want to fuck you after." "I know that, too. That's kind of what I want. I am so horny right now that water spigot is looking tempting." "What about getting a hard cock rammed up your ass? Have you done that before? You felt pretty tight in there." "God, I want it there most of all. Even though that was my first time, it was great! I want to do it again, for real this time. It felt so nasty, so- so dirty. I’d have to be tied down, though, or he’d never get it in me." Karin dropped one hand down to the ‘V’ between Sandi's legs and began urgently massaging the sensitive flesh there. Sandi felt the billowy breasts convulsing spastically behind her back and finally realized the massage as a diversion. "Are you laughing at me?" Karin burst out in a peal of laughter, throwing her head back in hilarity. "Your first time?" she got out between spasms. "With all your sophisticated lovers, that was your first time?” She howled at the indignant woman’s little secret. Sandi sulked. "I never let anyone do that. I always thought it was dirty and that it would hurt really bad. But after the whipping, it didn't even hurt!" This brought more laughter from Karin until finally Sandi joined in the contagious actions. When they settled down Karin asked her, “Do you know anyone who could do it to you? Someone you could trust to be discreet? Someone who would enjoy it, would get aroused, sexually? You don’t want someone to vent frustrations when you’re helpless like that, I would think." For some reason, Sandi immediately thought of that young patrolman at her last station. There had been some quiet rumors about him and what he liked to do. But, as there had been no specific complaints filed, she couldn’t and didn’t press the issue. If those rumors were true – and she had some inside knowledge they were – he would be perfect. If it ever got around, though, her career would be over. She grinned. He was kind of handsome, too, she recalled. She wouldn’t mind getting fucked by him, either way! She spoke up, hesitantly. "Well, there was this one guy. He worked for me at the last precinct. There were some rumors, so I investigated. I heard some pretty reliable stories about what he liked to do to women, but no one ever filed a complaint. But, shit, he can't know who I am, ever.” Karin thought a minute. "I have an idea, Sandi. It just might work." She proceeded to outline her plan to Sandi as the two conspirators relaxed in the hot healing water. A week later, Ben Johnson, the unsuspecting young patrolman, rang the doorbell of a huge mansion. He was out of his district, way off his usual beat. He didn’t know any people who lived in this neighborhood, or any who could afford to, either. It was out of his price range. He had received a sealed envelope with orders from the Commissioner's office to report here, to this address, for a "Special Assignment". He had double-checked the orders with his boss, and his boss' boss. They had both checked and then confirmed the unusual orders. They didn't know any more than he did, and they didn’t like it that they had been by-passed. The door opened silently while he was turned around, looking back out over the manicured grounds. He didn’t hear it open. He quickly turned around at the sound of a feminine cough. He gave an audible gasp when he saw the gorgeous woman who opened the door. She looked him over appraisingly, as well, a pleased smile on her face. "It's nice to know I am still appreciated by the man in the street," she said wryly. "Oh, Ma'am, Ummm, I'm sorry, Ma'am, I meant no disrespect, Ma'am." He was clearly shaken. "None taken, Officer. Please do come in." She stepped back and he entered the luxurious foyer. Karin and Sandi had been busy redecorating, putting the feminine touches to the house to make it their home. She led him to a sitting area and stood behind a chair. "Sit down, please." She indicated a seat across from her chair. He sat on the edge of the chair she indicated, holding his cap in his lap. He was obviously nervous. She could see the wheels going round and round in his head, trying to place her, if he recognized her, if he had met her in a bar, something. He drew a complete blank, and that frightened him even more. She decided to put him at ease, sort of. "I understand you are probably nervous about being here. I would be, if I were in your shoes. I am going to make you a proposition. You will have to make a decision to accept it, or not, based on very little information. I apologize for that, but it is unavoidable and necessary. “My name is Karin Saunders. That is all you need to know about me. If you dig for any more information about me, as young policemen tend to do, it will, well, ruin your career and the careers of other fine officers. That is not at threat nor is it intended as one. It is simply what will happen. “What you will be asked to do here is not illegal, nor is it police business. As I said, after I have explained it more fully to you, you may decline to participate without any consequences whatsoever to you or your career. Your decision to participate in any activities here must be completely voluntary, unofficial, and absolutely never discussed outside of this house. Do you understand those terms?" Ben nodded his head slowly, although it was clear to Karin that the whole situation baffled him. He understood the terms. It was the reasons behind them that escaped him, and that scared the shit out of him. Whenever Ben ran into unusual or particularly dangerous situations, the skin on the back of his head would tingle or itch, warning him. It had not stopped tingling since he had parked his car outside in the long drive. But he was curious. She had said he could say 'No'. “OK, so far,” he said. Karin nodded and cleared her throat, "Officer Johnson, I have to ask you some questions. Please answer truthfully, even if the answers are embarrassing.” He nodded, clearly wary. “Are you married?" "No, Ma'am." "Please, call me 'Karin.' Are you engaged?" "No, Ma'am – er, Karin." "Prospects?" She was asking some personal questions, and he was uneasy about the direction. His last long-term relationship shattered on the rocks of policeman's stress and his peculiar need to dominate and inflict painful pleasure. That break-up had been almost a year ago, but he was still rather touchy about it. "No, and I don't like your prying." "I understand, Officer Johnson, but I promise you'll see the reasons for these questions shortly. If I may, there are just a few more?" He nodded curtly, not believing her. "Is there anyone special?" "NO, Damit! The last girl, well, we, umm, broke up," he snapped and started to get up. Karin shifted nervously and looked to the side into the room next door. Receiving reassurance, she continued. "Please understand Officer Johnson, I have to ask these questions. It is important. May I continue, or would you like out now,...?" She didn’t say it, but he felt her teasing him with ‘before you even know what it’s about.’ Not only that, but someone else was here. He sensed it. His curiosity got the best of him. "Please continue. I guess." "They are very personal questions," she restated. “More so than they have been.” "Go ahead and ask. You said I could leave if I wanted." "Are you gay?" She didn’t ask accusingly or negatively. It was an honest question. He blushed. "NO! Definitely not." He smiled openly at her, and made a mock leer. “Especially not when there are women as beautiful as you around. No, ma’am.” She laughed lightly and smiled at him reassuringly. "We - uh - I didn't think so. Just checking." He heard a soft giggle coming from the other room. He was even more curious about what in the Hell this was all about. ‘Nothing ventured, nothing gained’, as they say. Karin shifted her weight from one foot to the other. His policeman's instincts told him that she was nervous about the next questions. These must be the important ones. He was on his guard for a trick. "Uh, what do you feel about pain in a sexual relationship, Mr. Johnson?" He nearly shit in his uniform at this question. He made no secret of his dominant leanings the station, but he didn’t store whips and chains in his locker, either. He realized suddenly that his summons to this house had come from the Commissioner's Office. He shriveled inside. He might as well resign and move on. Any chance of a career in this town was over. "Is this an I/A investigation? Did my ex-fiancée file a complaint against me?" he queried. His voice was almost a whisper, very intense. "What do you feel about pain in a sexual relationship?" Karin did not answer his questions, but merely repeated her own. He held his head in his hands. “This is about my old girl friend, isn’t it?” He had had a gut feeling about her. He knew it would come to this. He had pushed her too hard. Karin noticed his despair. She decided to follow it up. “Did you tie her up?” Pale and shaken, he soaked his shirt with nervous perspiration. "Yes," he admitted. "And you hurt her?" "Yes." "Did you do this to her because you were angry with her?" "No, I wasn’t mad at her or anything like that. That wasn’t the intent of what happened. It's just, well, for some people, well, pain seems to make sex better. Giving it, getting it. I thought - ... Well, I had hoped that she might ..." He tailed off. "Do you enjoy doing that to women, tying them up and hurting them?" "It’s not as bad as it sounds, but, yes, I do. Well, I usually do. With her I discovered that I only get aroused if the pain excites my partner, too. Please understand, I get aroused by ‘normal’ sex, too. It’s just that, well, having complete control over someone, having someone submit to me, well, it gets me hot. It excites me a lot. “With my fiancée, my old girlfriend, she had reluctantly agreed to try it, but only if I went real slow – which I did! She could tell how much it meant to me, but she was scared, too. She had had a bad experience with her step- dad, uncle, or something. I cared about her so much, I just wanted to share this part of my life with her. “The one time we tried it, I had only just tied her up. I hadn’t really hurt her at all, and I wasn’t going to go any farther than a couple of hand slaps on her butt, not until I thought she could take it. Until she wanted it, I hoped. Maybe I never would have. I was so excited, just tying her to the bed, seeing her helpless like that. It scared her too much, I guess. She sort of hurt herself struggling in her panic and I felt so bad. She panicked, like, all of a sudden, and I couldn’t get her released fast enough. She went berserk. I had to take her to the hospital and get her a shot to calm her down. “I'm awfully sorry, Ms. Saunders. If there's anything I can do for her, say to her? She wouldn't talk to me or take my calls, and I ... I’m sorry." He had concluded that she was his old girl friend’s lawyer, relative, or something. Karin smiled. He was perfect. Sensitive and no mean streak she could sense. The information about his ex- fiancée had not been picked up in their research, but what had happened was not surprising. She didn’t have much experience, but from what Sandi said, most women weren’t like Karin, who craved pain and bondage naturally. Most women had to be seduced into enjoying pain, as Sandi had been. Karin thought it was probably possible for most women to enjoy it, when done with tenderness and care, if only to allow their partners to have the pleasure of her submission. Ben sniffled and sat up straight. He was embarrassed for baring his soul in front of this beautiful woman. He shuffled his feet uncomfortably, waiting for her next move. Karin was pensive, thinking. She had made Sandi let her make the final decision. Sandi wanted this too much and could not be objective about this guy. She looked at him in light of his lengthy response. He was no Sam, that was for sure. The young officer was a little inexperienced, but that could be good and bad. She looked him over for a long time, looking for a sign. What she saw underneath his nervousness and inexperience was a younger version of Sam. He was about the same size and all. What struck her as she looked at him now were his eyes. They were dark blue, twinkling serious and playful at the same time. They were Sam’s eyes. She held out her hand, silently inviting the unseen third person from the next room to enter. "Ben, I would like to introduce you to Lady X." Ben sprang to his feet as a goddess in kinky bondage garb floated into the room. "Lady X, this is Ben Johnson. Please, sit here," she said to the second woman, indicating the chair in front of her. Ben stood, speechless. The first woman, Karin, was beautiful. This second one was an absolute goddess. She glided lightly to the chair and sat down in front of Karin. Karin placed her hands gently on her shoulders and caressed them. She urged the stunned patrolman to sit back down. Ben and Lady X sat facing each other. Ben shut his open mouth. His eyes were fixed on the vision in front of him. Tall, she was tall. Blonde. She had blonde hair. He could see her ponytail, and her pussy hair was blonde, too. Legs. Loooong legs ending in thigh-high heels that pointed her slender feet almost straight down. Beautiful shiny leather boots wrapped tightly around her shapely calves and thighs, ending just below her bare crotch. Her waist was wasp thin, held in by the tiniest corset he had ever seen. Her waist flared out to the most sumptuous hips, accentuated in their ripeness by the squeezing corset. The shiny black cincher ended just below two of the most beautiful tits he had ever seen. Perfect cones of snowy white flesh proudly pointing out at the world. They were the size of large grapefruits, but with her height, she was perfectly proportioned. He stared for a long time at her nipples. Spring-loaded sharp-toothed clamps joined by a heavy silver chain dangled from them. The teeth bit into the tender ruby flesh. The heavy chain between the clamps bounced and swung as she moved. Even as she breathed, the weight of the silver chain tugged the brave buds downwards. The tough little buttons fought gravity valiantly and kept the clamps standing out from the ivory flesh of her tits. Her graceful arms and shoulders were completely bare, a strange anomaly that struck him as incredibly sexy. A thick leather posture collar was banded tightly around her neck. It led into a full hood that left only her nose and eyes visible. Her hair, the ponytail, cascaded up and out of an opening in the top. The hood was tightly laced up the back. The smooth area over her mouth was ovaled and indented, as if a tight-fitting gag had been installed with the hood. Lady X bowed gracefully to him from her chair, her tits swaying slightly with each swing of the heavy chain. Karin had remained silent during his long appraisal of the hooded woman. She had worked long and hard getting this outfit together and she knew Sandi looked hot. She appreciated his response to her work. "Ben? ... Uh, Ben!" she brought him back to earth. "Huh? What?" "Lady X has some particular requests, and has asked me to ask you if you would help her with them. After what you have told me today, I think, perhaps, you may be able to help her out. You may be able to help each other." She looked down at Sandi. "Lady X, do you wish to submit to the desires of this man?" Sandi nodded. It was a firm nod, no doubts in it. "Do you do so voluntarily?" Sandi nodded again. Karin helped her to her feet. She lifted one immaculate hand to her lips and kissed it gently. Ben noticed the tenderness that passed between the two women. He also noted their similarity. He figured they must be sisters, or something. "Lady X, your hands are free, your feet are unbound. You are free to choose your own direction, your destiny. What do you choose?" Lady X hugged the moderator tightly to her bare chest. The clamps dug in and twisted cruelly at this gesture, but Lady X gave no indication of the pain. Then the leather clad woman turned to face the stunned policeman. She walked to the side of his chair and gracefully laid herself across his lap. She wiggled to settle herself and then crossed her wrists behind her back. "If you accept the offer of her submission to you, use your cuffs to bind her." Ben couldn't get to the long plastic loop on his belt fast enough. He slipped it around the delicate bones of her wrists and ratcheted the thin nylon loops tight. His heart was pounding in his ears. To slow his thoughts and catch his breath, he traced the veins in each soft arm up to her elbows. He reveled in the delicacy of that ivory skin, the softness. This goddess was bound, over his lap, at his mercy. He looked up at Karin. There were tears on her cheeks, but they were from happiness. Karin caught his eye and walked over to him. Lifting up his hand to her lips, she placed a kiss on his open palm. "Lady X is giving you a tremendous gift – her trust. You may do to her whatever you wish in this house, except for one thing. You may never remove her hood or learn her identity. In addition, I must warn you. If you mark her permanently in any way without explicit permission from me, I will cut you balls off. Slowly.” She grinned, softening the bald threat. “I don't think I will have to do that, though. She trusts you. I trust you. "You may use any room in the house for your, uh, ‘activities.’ There are additional, umm, shall we say, ‘facilities’ in the basement, as well, which you may find helpful. My wish, our wish is for you to take her to the heights of pain and pleasure and beyond. It is her specific wish that when you have her there, that you then take her in the pussy or up the ass. But take her with love and tenderness." Having said that, Karin turned and walked out the door of the house, leaving him alone with this vision from his wet dreams stretched out across his lap. Ben sat in a daze. This was too good to be true. He traced the deep crease down the center of her firm ass with his finger. Lady X wiggled erotically in response to the wandering digit. He gently cupped the ivory hemispheres, one in each of his strong hands, pulling them up and apart. Her pink sphincter winked at him, beckoning him to enter. Releasing her ass cheeks, he watched their elastic motion as they rebounded back together, hiding her teasing asshole from view. He realized he was as hard as a rock. Lady X had already discovered his hardness and was rhythmically humping herself on his lap, trying to stimulate her clit. He gave a tentative, but solid, slap at the creamy hemispheres. There was a satisfying whistle of air out of the woman in response. Her ass cheeks immediately stuck out for more punishment, begging him with their audacious posture. "Lady X?" The hood nodded in response. "The other lady, Karin, is gone. I don't know what your relationship is with her, but if she is forcing you to do this, I will stop. So I will ask you myself, do you really want to do this?" A definite bobbing of her head confirmed her desire to continue. "You are not drugged or being coerced in any way?" She waggled her whole body in negative response. “Is this conversation being recorded in any way?” Again, she waggled ‘No.’ "Have you done this with a man before?" She waggled again. "This, this is your first time?" His voice was incredulous. He hadn’t thought that the two women might have tormented each other. As she lay there, he wasn't sure but he thought she was laughing. He didn't know he had used the very same emphasis as Karin had only a few days earlier. It struck her as incredibly funny. She was unable to enjoy the humor, however, as she was brought up short. She realized just how restrained she was, because she choked on the gag when she started to laugh. She bobbed her head. "You know this is going to hurt." She bobbed. “You know this excites me, sexually, that is?” She rubbed her body against his lap in response. She knew, alright. "I may want to fuck you afterwards, or even during our time together. Do you understand I will not ask your permission to take you however I wish?" A most emphatic bob made him smile. She had the right idea. He fingered her asshole and she bobbed her entire body up and down, almost working herself off his lap. "Should I ask you any more questions?" he asked her, laughing at her enthusiasm. He was getting very excited. It had been a long time. A similarly emphatic waggle was interrupted by a satisfying SMACK of his hand on her left ass cheek. She stiffened and screamed into the gag, eager to be on her long climb up the mountain. Shit! Karin had been right. A man was different. His hands were larger, his blows more solid. She could tell by that first swat that this was not a game with him, but serious business. Most of all, she could feel it in his whole being, he enjoyed what he was doing to her. No, she corrected herself, he enjoyed what they were doing together. She was a part of this, too. Ben made the climb up her orgasmic mountain long and hard. His technique was to blister one cheek, leaving the other completely alone. The contrast between the sensations coming from the adjacent spheres heightened the experience for the recipient. The slaps to the abused cheek went on unabated for several minutes, accompanied by a gentle caressing of the untouched cheek. Lady X was going crazy. This ‘fire and ice’ technique he used was blissful agony. She rolled her hip to try to direct his swats to the other, ignored cheek, but he was too experienced for that. The pinkish color of her ass turned to a dangerous red, looking angry and bruised. Ben knew better. The hot blood flowing to the spanked skin’s surface was over-oxygenating the nerve endings, deadening the pain. Soon she would not be able to feel the swats anymore and he would have to switch to the other cheek to continue the torment. Then, when that one was numbed, the first one would be hyper-sensitized and he could start over. Back and forth, back and forth. A good spanking could go on for hours. He intended this one to be a very good one. His fingers visited the dark cleft between her legs. It was damp and warm. He slipped his middle finger into her cunt. He held it still in the hot tunnel and felt the tremors of her passing orgasms squeezing it tight. He broke out in a hot sweat as he imagined his hot prick in that velvet vice. After he had put her glowing ass through several cycles of fire and ice, Ben brought his thumb to bear on her ass hole. She pushed eagerly up against the intruding digit and he slipped it in up to his palm. Twisting his hand, he brought his other fingers to bear on her cunt and double fucked her to climax. She lay across his lap, panting. He could see the sweat running freely from her armpits down the sides of her hanging breasts, onto the nipple clamps and finally, dripping from the swinging chain to the rug below. They both rested for several minutes. He helped her to her feet. She turned to face him, her eyes her only form of expression. He looked at her eyes. They showed no fear, just excitement and anticipation. She clearly wanted more. He was eager to give it to her. "Show me the basement." It was a command.