Carol shut off the faucet, picked up the steaming bowl of water and the washcloth and hurried back out into her bedroom. Her young stallion was sprawled on his back on her bed, eyes closed and still panting. She gathered her negligee around her and sat down gently next to him.
"Now, let's wipe you off, nice and clean!" she said, her voice soft and tender.
Ben looked up at her with a dull expression, still groggy after his long ordeal. She reached out and started to wipe his cock with the washcloth.
"Yeowww! That's hot!"
"It's good for you!" she replied, nicely but with a firm tone. She continued her ministrations, squeezing his cock tightly as she gently wiped the tip. Sure enough, in a few seconds his body jerked again, aftershocks from the eruption that had occurred just minutes ago.
"Back in the old days, every good brothel in Japan did this for their customers. Usually it was a complete furo, a hot bath. It was always done by young girls, too young for real sex. Try to imagine a lovely, kimono clad virgin doing this."
She stopped and blew on his cock, letting it cool off. Then she wiped it some more, and he had another spasm.
"No more! Please, no more!"
"Aw, quitting so soon? Actually, you have done very well."
Carol set aside the washcloth and carefully patted him dry. Then she dusted him with talcum powder and stretched out beside him on the bed.
That first minute or two at the end had been pretty frantic. She wanted to get him untied and onto the bed right away, but her crotch teaser had worked so well that for a moment there she was powerless to do anything. She finally got a grip on herself and got him down, but every move was agony as that tight strap in her pussy dug into her clit. What a relief it had been to finally take it off. As soon as she was out of her outfit she had thrown on a shear black negligee, nervous about him seeing her aging body completely nude, and dashed to the bathroom for the hot towel, anxious to get to him before he had cooled down too much. Apparently she had made it in time.
It was quiet. Not a sound but the ever present rushing of the wind in the big ironwood trees outside. The cool breeze blew in through the open window, making the light curtains flutter. She looked over at the ropes still dangling from the pulleys in the ceiling, hopeful that she had not been too wicked with him.
The blue qiana skirt was in a pile on the floor beneath the ropes. She made a note to wash it right away, in case Steve came over later. She had made two of them for him as a treat, one for her place and one for his. He liked her to wear a sexy qiana gown when they played together, and had often talked about how excited it made him to see a woman dressed that way. What had just happened with Ben was almost a replay of that night when she had first used it on Steve. Since then it had become a regular part of their love play, sometimes as foreplay and occasionally, like that first night, she used it on him all the way to the end. It always blew his mind.
"Carol, you're incredible!"
Carol snapped out of her reverie and looked over at Ben with a smile.
"Well, are you back in the land of the living?"
"Yes, I think so. Carol, that was the most fantastic thing that has ever happened to me!"
She almost laughed. He had the silliest grin on his face, that look a person gets when gaining a new plateau, a new view of life. She guessed he was going through something like 'I never knew it could be this good' or 'Where have you been all my life' or 'So I was on the right track all the time!'
"Did you like it?"
"Did I like it?! It was incredible! Fantastic. Carol, you're story, it's amazing how much it matched some of my fantasies. Other parts I had never thought of, but they were terrific. And that dress. I thought I was going to die the way you kept dragging it over my dick. It felt so good, but it lasted so long."
"Speed is not an asset in sex. Well, for women it can be, but not for men."
"Where did you learn to do that?"
"Not bad for an old lady, huh?"
"Carol, you're not old! Older than me, yes, but, I..."
Ben's tone of voice changed, along with his expression, becoming quite serious, even nervous.
"I think you are the most beautiful, the most desirable woman I have ever known. I have felt this way for a long time now, but never thought I had a chance with you, so I never tried. And that was before I knew what I know now, that you do wild sex!"
Carol did laugh at that.
"Thank you, Ben. Yes, I'm pretty wild. But I am almost twice your age. We can't exactly go out on a date, you know."
"Yeah, I guess you're right about that."
"Ben, I hope that someday, someday soon, you'll find a girl who likes sex as much as you do."
"You mean as much as you do!"
"You'd be surprised how many young ladies there are out there who look so sweet and innocent who would give anything for a chance at wild sex. They just feel too inhibited to act so wild in public.
"That story I told you? I'm sure something like that happens every weekend, right here in Honolulu."
"Really?"
"Sure! Every day I get several young woman in my store, girls your age or just a little older, looking for clothes to wear to parties and proms. They love to try on my slinky dresses. I sell one or two a day to younger women, and lots of girls sew their own. I was telling the truth about that blue qiana. The fabric store can't keep enough in stock.
"Now, you have to believe that all of those girls have perfectly normal attitudes about sex. They want to have fun. They dress that way because it is sexy. I'm sure that some of them choose a dress like that because it feels good. Many tell me so when they shop in my store.
"Just yesterday a regular customer of mine, a university student came in to shop. A couple months ago she bought a dress just like that yellow one, and she told me that her boyfriend couldn't keep his hands off of her when she wore it. I showed her the outfit that I wore for you, the really wide flared pants, and she bought it on the spot. She even wore it out of the store."
"Yeah, but did she wear underwear like yours?"
Carol chuckled. "Probably not at the time, but I wouldn't be surprised if she was willing to try it, given someone like you to show her how."
"Well, how did you learn about it?"
"From someone very much like me. It was in Bangkok of all places."
"Bangkok? What were you doing in Bangkok?"
"Well, my father was sent there for six months on business. I was twenty at the time. My mother had died a few years before, and I decided to go along rather than stay here in Honolulu by myself.
"We rented a lovely house, quite regal really. We had servants and everything. A few days after we moved in my father introduced me to a neighbor family. He was working with the father, and he had a daughter who was twenty-one. It was the father who had arranged the house deal for us. Anyway, I took her to show her my room. It had a big double bed, with a canopy, and satin sheets. I remember remarking at how luxurious that was, and how odd the bolster was. There was a long, cylindrical cushion at the head of the bed. It was too firm to use for a pillow.
"My new friend, Sarah, replied nonchalantly that she called it a 'quiet man.' Then she went on to explain that it was good to embrace at night, like a man.
"That night I tried her idea, and it was terrific."
"What do you mean, terrific?"
"Well, I got into bed naked and held it next to me and hugged it. I pretended it was a handsome young lover. Finally I wrapped my legs around it and rubbed against it. The satin felt really good on my pussy, and I came like anything. I couldn't stop, and did it again and again. Finally I was too tired to go on, and fell asleep.
"A few days later we were in my room again, and I told her that my 'quiet man' was a good lover. Her reply was 'Welcome to Bangkok.'
"We got to talking about sex. The next thing I remember is sitting on the bed together, naked, both of us riding my 'quiet man' like a pony.
"On her next visit Sarah brought a large handbag with her. We went to my room, and she pulled out a big piece of marble. I had never heard of a dildo, but that's what she had. A dildo that looked like a work of art!
"The shaft was slightly curved and covered with a fine pattern of lines, almost like snake skin. The base curved around, like a letter j but not so much. There were two small holes drilled through the shaft, up near the tip, which flared out sort of like a mushroom.
"I remember that she just gave it to me, saying that I should try it sometime. I did, that night, and lost what there was of my maidenhead. I used it every night after that, after a long session with the satin pillow. I was in heaven! I discovered right away that the curve at the base came up just enough to rub on my clit, a feature overlooked by most dildos.
"One day Sarah asked me if I owned a pair of tight fitting shorts. I showed her what I had, and she said they weren't tight enough. She lifted her skirt and under it she had on a very tight pair of white cotton shorts. The seams were doubled, like jeans, and the zipper went along one side. The crotch seam pulled way up into her ass and made a deep crease where it dug into her pussy. She told me that she often dressed that way and went out for walks or bicycle rides.
"She took me into town, to her tailor, and had some made for me. They were ready the next day, and off we went for a bike ride. I came several times on that trip, and I'm sure she did too.
"The next day she had me over to her house, and they had a swing set in the yard. We took turns on the swing, and didn't stop until we were exhausted. Swings are wonderfully erotic for women, and the tight pants produced enough pressure on my clit to really make it work.
"Then one day I tried wearing my dildo with the pants. There was just the slightest bulge where it came out of my cunt, but I found a loose fitting dress that hid it completely. I just walked around in our garden. It was incredible. The pants kept it in place, even though it was heavy. And the coolness of the stone, and the weight of it, made it feel really good inside. I remember being fascinated with the way it moved around inside me when I walked. I guess because it was so heavy.
"I remember sitting on a big soft chair, drinking something cold, and watching one of our servants hanging up the wash. She was a lovely Thai girl, about sixteen or so. I was sitting there teetering on the edge of an orgasm for quite a while, watching her as she bent down, picked up a piece of clothing, and hung it up. Each time she hung up a piece her arms were stretched up high over her head, and each time she bent over her ass stuck out round and firm.
"I started to want her, to have her to play with. Not like Sarah, but like a servant, or a slave. I imagined that I had made her wear a dildo like mine, that she was wearing it as I watched. Every movement was sending feelings coursing through her body just like what I was feeling. Then I thought of her the way she looked as she hung up the clothes, her arms held up over her head. I imagined her tied up that way, naked, and me pushing the dildo in and out of her cunt. Then I noticed how she looked bent over, and I saw myself punishing her for some mistake like dropping a piece of laundry on the ground, spanking her with a riding crop. As she worked I kept thinking about all three ideas, and began rocking back and forth in my chair, getting the dildo in my cunt to squirm around. In no time I was coming, but like I never had before. It was a whole series of little orgasms. My cunt was tingling and twitching in a most remarkable way, and I just kept doing that until she finished and went inside the house.
"Then I closed my eyes and thought about spanking her. I saw us in my room. She was naked and she had my dildo in her. Her arms were tied behind her back, and she was laying face down on my bed, on the satin sheets, with her knees on the floor. I was spanking her with a ping pong paddle, and I kept trying to aim the blows so that they would push against the base of the dildo. She was screaming, writhing in agony. Her butt was bright red from my blows, and I could hear the smack of each blow landing on her rump.
"Finally I came, a huge, gut wrenching orgasm. It lasted so long I thought I was going to die, because I was stuck out there in the garden and couldn't pull out the dildo.
"I immediately felt ashamed, and vowed that I would never do anything like that, to hurt someone that way for real. But that night the fantasy came back to me, and it was just as exciting.
"Sometime after that Sarah took me to the shop where she had purchased the dildo. It was a Thai version of a sex shop, and had an incredible assortment of things. Lots of dildos, all kinds of herbs and things to make men potent, and lots of things for men to wear on their penis during sex. I remember one that looked like a little brush, a ring with bristles sticking out all around it. Sarah noticed me looking at it, and bought two. She also bought two brass dildos.
"When we got home she showed me how to tie the brush thing on the end of my marble dildo using the holes at the end to keep it in place. Then she handed it over and asked me to try it. I balked, so she asked that I try it on her. I remember that she went wild as I slid the dildo in and out. I was thinking about our Thai maid, hung by her wrists, like you were just now. After a few minutes Sarah asked me to stop, because it was so strong, but instead I pinned her down on the bed and kept on going. She kept whimpering and pleading with me to stop, but never really fought too hard, so I kept on going. I kept at it until she passed out. When it was all over she said that it had been wonderful, and I was very pleased with myself.
"The brass dildos turned out to be one of our favorite toys. They were hollow castings, and inside there was a heavy metal ball. The inside must have been rough and bumpy, because as you moved the dildo around the thing produced a whole series of jiggles and quivers.
"Hardly a day went by that we didn't think of some way to use our new toys. Riding bikes, swinging, horseback riding, or just walking around. One night we were invited to a formal party at Sarah's house, and we both wore our hollow brass dildos. I remember us exchanging wicked glances across the dinner table, and after dinner we danced with quite a few of the men. It was incredible, dancing with an attractive man and having that dildo dancing in my cunt.
"The weather had gotten quite hot, and I was having trouble getting to sleep at night. I started going on walks in the garden, always wearing something to get me turned on. I found myself drawn to the servant's quarters, and admitted to myself that I wanted to hear the sounds of that young maid having sex. Actually, I wanted to see her masturbating.
"One night I heard a man talking in a low, firm voice, mixed with the sounds of a girl moaning. It sure sounded sexy to me, but I couldn't guess why the man kept talking so much. I crept around until I found a window where the sound was louder. A dim light was on, and although there was a bamboo screen covering the window I could still make out what was going on inside.
"I saw that young maid, sitting on the floor naked, her arms tied behind her back to a post. She was sitting cross-legged, except that her ankles were tied together and raised high enough off the floor by ropes tied to a rafter to lift and expose all of her cunt. More ropes were tied around her chest, squeezing her breasts. A piece of bright red silk was tied around her head, pulled tight into her mouth as a gag.
"The man was sitting in front of her. He was talking to her, and although I couldn't understand what he was saying, I guessed from the tone that he was scolding her.
"He was holding something like a small feather duster, and I saw him reach out and run it over her breasts. The girl moaned, tossing her head from side to side. He moved the feathers to her armpits, then along her thighs.
"He kept this up for a long time, stopping occasionally to scold her some more. I really didn't know what to do. I wanted to shout to make him stop, but didn't want to be found there. I wanted to run away, but was so fascinated by what I saw that I couldn't resist watching. It was really turning me on, even though I felt so sorry for her.
"Then he picked up a Chinese writing brush and started tickling her cunt with it. She moaned louder, like muffled screams, and she was jerking around a lot in spite of the ropes. This time he didn't let up, and her cries got more and more frantic. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the girl's body shook with what could only have been an orgasm.
"The man untied her quickly, and held her in his arms. She held him tightly, murmuring softly to him. I was relieved, but also shocked and confused.
"Then he undressed and laid back on the bed. The girl tied him spread-eagled to the bedposts, then sat on top of him, with her back towards his face. She picked up the red silk that had been her gag and started teasing his cock with it. This also went on for a long time, then she folded and rolled it into a long narrow strip and tied it around the base of his cock. Then she turned around facing him and took him inside her, rocking back and forth, grinding around, all the while letting her long hair fall over his face and chest. I could see her come, several times, then finally, after what felt like an eternity, he came.
"At that point I crept away and went to my room. I tied that hairy ring onto my dildo and used it while thinking about what I had just seen. The man was rather plain looking, but the girl was a real beauty, and so young!
The stiff hairy bristles scratched at the inside of my cunt in a way that was actually painful. I could see why Sarah had begged me to stop. I imagined that I was tied to my bed, and that the Thai maid was using the dildo on me. I saw myself with that red silk gag pulled hard into my mouth, my screams muffled and incoherent. The sensations produced by that little brush were really tormenting, very intense pleasure mixed with pain. For a while I thought that it was so strong that I wouldn't be able to come, but I kept on going, and when I did it was like fireworks going off in my head.
"The next day I went into town and prowled around the markets until I found a place that sold all kinds of feathers. I bought a whole bunch of different kinds. I also bought some rope, and back in my room I cut it into several shorter lengths. Then, every day I waited for an opportunity to get the maid alone in my room.
A few days later I managed to do it, on the pretense that I needed a cushion cleaned. As I closed and locked the door the girl looked surprised, and when I took out my feather collection she blushed bright red. I used what little Thai I knew to explain to her that I wanted her to tickle me with the feathers. Once she understood she accepted readily.
"She tied me down like an expert, gagging me with a scarf she had tied in her hair, and went to work. She really knew what to do, but I was surprised at what happened. The feathers tickled a lot more than I had counted on. I guess I'm just a very ticklish person. Instead of becoming aroused, I found the sensations increasingly unbearable. The trouble was, she wouldn't stop. And she didn't just use the feathers, she also used her fingernails on the soles of my feet. It was hell, real torture. I would have given anything to have her stop. I kept trying to tell her that, but between the gag and my bad Thai I couldn't be understood.
"She did that to me for over an hour, finishing with a long stint on my cunt, which was the worst. The feeling of being tickled there, on and on, unable to make it stop, well, for me it was just absolute torture. When she finally stopped she was very nice to me, and it was obvious all along that she was only doing what she thought I wanted her to do.
"To this day I hate being tickled. Some women really enjoy it, like that maid, and for them it can be quite arousing. I'm just not like that."
Carol paused, then said "I'm sorry, Ben. I kind of got carried away with my memories. Gosh, isn't that what old people do?"
"Carol, will you stop it with the old shit! You're not old at all. And you story was amazing. You really did all those things?"
"Oh yes, and a lot more. Then, and later."
"Tell me, how is it that you don't like being tickled, but you like to wear silky clothes. And in the story you told me, while I was tied up, you had me tickling the girl?"
"First of all, I adore the feeling of silky fabrics. I don't think there's a distinct dividing line between what they feel like and honest to God tickling. I guess tickling is stronger, causing more excitement of the nerve endings. At some point it starts to get so strong that it becomes overwhelming, like the way most people feel when you tickle the soles of their feet. I would say that, for most people, tickling that strong is not in itself erotic, although I'm sure that there are some who enjoy it. But just a bit lighter and it can be very erotic.
"I used it in my story because many men find the image of tickling a girl very erotic. Why that is, I don't know. Perhaps its the domination. Spanking is another popular fantasy."
"Like that fantasy you had in Bangkok?"
"Yes. That was my first experience with kinky sex. I have no idea what triggered it, but it really turns me on."
"Do you enjoy being spanked?"
"I enjoy many things. But yes, it is my favorite. I don't enjoy spanking men as much as women, but I do like to be spanked by a man."
"Do you get the chance to do that very often. Being spanked, I mean?"
"Not as much as I would like."
"How about now?"
Carol had sensed that was coming. She wanted it, so much. But there were too many reasons not to. Steve might drop by any time now, and she didn't want him to find her in the middle of a session with Ben. And she was concerned for Ben. He was so young, and had gone through quite a lot for one day.
"Ben, I would like that very much. But playing with you while wearing that crotch teaser was plenty for me. Let's just get dressed, straighten the place up, and chat some more. Then I have to go in to work for awhile."