EXTRACT FOR
Tales From The Whipping Post - Vol 1 (2nd Edition)
(Nikita)

The Whipping Post



"Brought ya something."



Tanya casually placed a studded black leather collar in front of me, in full view of everyone.  



	"It`s a slave collar," she said.  



	With clammy, shaking hands, I quickly swiped it off the table, but it dropped on the floor.  As I bent to pick it up, my silverware dropped on the other side of the table.  My efforts to be casual were anything but and the patrons around us stopped their conversations to look.



	Her grin gaped from ear to ear.  



	"For me?"



	She nodded. I blushed.  





Ponytail



Sweetlips smelled ginger and oranges as she walked into the steamy, spanking clean oasis.  A petite Asian slave busied herself lining up bottles of oils, shampoos, and such.  The name carved on her left breast was Miko.



	For over an hour, Sweetlips was cleaned, groomed, rubbed, and oiled.  Her lush hair was pulled up into a ponytail.  Light make up was applied and her eyes appeared greener than ever.  The rings in her pussy were laced together with a red silk ribbon.  A little bell was attached to her clit and tinkled when she moved.  A delicate Y chain was secured to her nipple rings.  Her hands were tied behind her with a strong silk rope.  She felt unsecured with the rope; cuffs were as much a part of her as an arm or a leg.



Miko stepped back and clucked with approval.



	"Ah, pussy drips," noted the attendant in broken English as she fingered the silken ribbon.





Humiliated in the End



If God were on top of his game, some husbands wouldn`t be on the downside of their sex life when their wives are on the upswing.  Well, they`re not really on the downside, just their dicks.  In other words, they get horny and hard, but they can`t stay hard, at least not long enough for their wives.  *grin*



	Therein lays the market for Viagra and Levitra.  For some, they are as necessary as vitamins if used with caution.  Within an hour of taking the prescribed dosage, the cock gets a second lease on life and there`s the urge to play catch up, a phenomena similar to "the weekend athlete."  



	As we are in the "normal" stage of mid-life crisis, my husband went for his annual check up and to ask about these `difficulties.`  For an older guy, my husband is handsome, and vulnerable, in a cute way.  I thought he fit in the "life time fuckers" category, you know, men who have possessed hardons from the time they were sucking on their mommy`s titties until well into their 80s.  That`s not the case.  However, I would like to see one of these guys before I die.  





All Tied Up in Knots



Kate`s handshake was like stainless steel silk.  She did not follow office etiquette.  Minx shifted her weight from one foot to the other.  Her eyes wandered around the office and there they were, on the wall, the photos that made her panties damp, people wearing collars, chains, and wielding whips, oh my!  



	As she raised her eyes to appraise the innocent applicant, Kate noted her stance, general appearance, and demeanor.  Although Minx had excellent credentials, the icing on the cake was her face.  She had the look of someone who needed to be hurt.







The Tip



The fan moved slowly, circulating the warm air over the two lovers in the war torn bed.  The air was heavy with sex, candles, and cigarette smoke.  Soft rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains while the white sound of the ocean lulled the spent ones to sleep.



	Wolff pulled out the chamber pot from under the bed and put it near her.  She managed to poise herself directly over the pot and release the acrid pee under his shameless gaze.  She closed her eyes. 



	Look at me while you pee," he said gently