PROLOGUE

 

The drive seemed to be taking much longer than the last time. Neither of them hardly spoke. Their minds were occupied with thoughts of how things would go at their destination. Each of them having been given advice from the same person. Neither knew that the other had been advised by Sheila.

Jason lived across the street from Sheila, a middle-aged divorcee, who lived alone. Her hobby was creating floral notecards using pressed flowers and other plant material. After first meeting her, Jason soon learned that she was a professional dominatrix. He watched as her clients came and went, and soon learned that he had, unbeknownst to himself, a submissive streak in him.

Melissa, Jason's companion in the car, was his girlfriend of many months, having met at the large insurance company where they both worked. When she met Sheila, they became instant friends, and Sheila took on the role of mother and love/sex mentor to her.

On this weekend, their destination was the Napa Valley, the world-renowned wine region, near San Francisco. They had spent a weekend there several months before, and had a romantic, sex-filled two days. Their hope and expectation was that that would be repeated. This time, though, each of them had an agenda, thanks to Sheila.

Jason was trying to decide which direction their relationship should go. Melissa, like Jason, having been introduced to BDSM by Sheila, wanted to advance that part of the relationship that she had just dabbled in recently.

After many minutes of silence between them, Jason finally said, "Only a few more minutes, Missy."

Melissa, startled a little by his voice, said, "Good. Seems like it took a lot longer than last time. I'll be glad to get there."

"It did, didn't it? Maybe because we've made the trip before. I think that driving new routes, the time goes by faster.

"Another five minutes driving past what seemed like thousands of acres of grape vines, and Jason announced, "Here we are. Napa Valley Hideaway! Looks just the same, doesn't it?"

"It does. I'm getting goose bumps just thinking about the wonderful time we had here. The romantic walks at night, the wonderful restaurant, and my favorite, the fun in bed."

Jason replied, "And don't forget all the bacon!"

Melissa playfully slapped his leg after that private joke.

CHAPTER 1

 

Sheila no sooner got home from her Pilates class than she headed for the room she called her studio, where she did her craft...designing and making floral note cards. She was so anxious to get started, since she had just received new material, that she didn't even take the time to change from her standard exercise outfit... multi-colored, patterned, tight-fitting leggings with a color-coordinated top.

As she studied the new pressed flowers and plant material, she realized that she hadn't changed her clothes. Oh, well, she thought to herself. Won't matter. I'll change later. Too bad Jason's not around. He can't take his eyes off me when I'm dressed for Pilates. Especially the rear view. Bet there have been times when he wishes I was his generation instead of having two sons his generation.

Sheila worked with her new materials for an hour or so before she realized that she wasn't inspired, and nothing she put together seemed to work. She went to the kitchen and prepared something for lunch. Then I'll change into something more comfortable. After she ate and went to her bedroom to change, she realized that she had a client coming later. Oh, shit. Almost forgot. No point in changing now...I'll just have to change again tonight.

Her client was one of many submissives, mostly men, who visited her for her services as a dominatrix. They paid her handsomely to tie them up, punish them, and humiliate them. Most recently Sheila increased her fees because she now had a real dungeon. Previously, her bedroom, with a few modifications, had been the primary site of her domme services. Despite being in her bedroom, there was never any sex involved. Sheila was sure to keep things legal.

The one exception was Vicki, one of Sheila's few female clients. Sheila was attracted to Vicki during her very first session, and, soon thereafter, each visit ended up with a lesbian sexual encounter. Both women, without realizing it, were bisexual. So, Vicki no longer paid for her sessions with her dominatrix, which kept their relationship legal.

Sheila's idea of converting an unfinished room under her house into a dungeon came about primarily because of Jason. Several months after meeting her across-the-street neighbor, she had told him about her business with the clients, and had even coerced him into situations where she could test his willingness to be dominated. She realized right away that he was a closet submissive and was sexually aroused when she played with...even paddled...him.

Realizing that Jason was more than willing to do chores for her, including gardening, Sheila asked him if he could help her turn the room off the garage into a dungeon for her. Jason agreed and did most of the work needed. After he finished the walls, floor, ceiling, lighting, and painting, Sheila purchased the dungeon furniture and Jason assembled it. She was delighted with the way it turned out, and this night, her client would incur her wrath there. And pay dearly for the privilege.

After a light supper, Sheila began preparing for the evening's activities. Mr. Eggleton would be there at nine o'clock sharp, lest he be more severely punished than usual. Promptness was demanded by his mistress. She made sure all the equipment and toys she planned to use were downstairs in the new dungeon. When she was sure that all was in place, she began planning her wardrobe. It would be vastly different than what she wore to Pilates.

In her walk-in closet, Sheila studied the black leather and chains hanging on hangers. Always a dilemma. Dress to impress the client, or to please herself? Pleasing herself usually won out, but regardless of her choices, the client was always awe-stricken. Tonight, she was in the mood for skin-tight black vinyl leggings, topped by the corset that started above her navel, leaving four or five inches of her belly bare, and ended where it pushed her breasts together and up, barely covering her nipples.

Her silver necklace with the panther head hanging just above her cleavage, and black pumps with four-inch heels, completed the ensemble. Her black thong panties matched the outfit, but the client would not see them, so that was for Sheila's comfort only. It was a little early, but Sheila decided to change into her "work clothes" and then rest up until nine.

When she was dressed, she stood in front of the floor-length mirror in her bedroom. She posed as though she were wielding her riding crop, and decided that the look was perfect. Intimidating and sexy, all at the same time. She lay on her bed, going over in her mind what she would do to Mr. Eggleton.

 

CHAPTER 2

 

"Nous sommes ici, Mademoiselle," Jason announced as he turned off the road and onto the long, curved driveway that led to the Napa Velley Hideaway.

"You and your French," Melissa said as she gave him a slap on his thigh. "You remember a handful of words from high school French, and you think you're so suave. Well, I know better, n'est-ce pas?"

"Yeh, you're right. It's just that seeing this place again brings out the suaveness in me."

"Whatever. Let's go in and register. I want to enjoy as much time here as possible." As they approached the reception desk, Melissa added, "I hope our cabin's as nice as last time. So secluded and private."

Jason checked in giving them the usual information and signing in all the usual places, and was given the key. Not a magnetic card, but an old-fashioned key. The small block of wood to which it was attached had the number "18" embossed on it with a wood-burning tool. Jason handed it to Melissa.

"Oh, look. Isn't this the same number cabin we had?"

"Sure is. Not just by coincidence, though. I requested it. I kind of like the seclusion too."

"You think of everything. What would I do without you?

"I hope that time never comes," Jason said.

They wheeled their two small suitcases, with some difficulty, down the gravelly path that wove its way between the other cabins until they reached number eighteen. "Looks the same, doesn't it? Jason asked."

"I'm getting shivers just remembering all that went on inside last time."

"Yeh. Me too. Well, maybe not shivers, exactly. But I get some kind of feeling."

"Well, if you're talking about what I think you are, keep that feeling alive 'til later.

"Oh, I'm planning on it...and a lot more. But, right now, let's enjoy the grounds like we did before. This time there's plenty of spare time before dinner since we left work early. We have four hours, so let's check out the trails."

"Good idea," Melissa agreed. "Just let me change real quick into my trail outfit and shoes."

"I'll do the same...and use the bathroom."

Five minutes later, Jason and Melissa were on the trail that led away from the hotel and followed the perimeter of the hotel property, adjacent to the vineyards. Every hundred yards or so there was a bench, facing the vineyards and the hills beyond that were one side of the Napa Valley. These hills, and the temperature and wind conditions...the microclimate... they created, were but one of the reasons the Napa Valley was one of the premier grape-growing areas in the world.

They strolled past three benches before reaching the one they had sat upon on their last visit. Jason spotted it, saying, "There it is. That's the bench we used last time. I remember the trees around it."

"You're right," Melissa replied. "Remember the moon rising over the hills across the valley?"

"How could I forget. I remember everything about that night. I think I'll never forget it."

"Me too," Melissa said as she turned toward him and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. "Remember these?"

"Oh, yeh. Daytime or nighttime, your kisses are delicious. Luckily, we seem to be the only ones here taking advantage of this trail. If they only knew what they were missing."

"I'm glad they don't. We have the place all to ourselves. We could probably have sex right here and we'd be safe."

"You're probably right, but I'm not that adventuresome. Are you?"

Melissa thought for a minute. "No. I don't think I could enjoy it knowing that someone could come down the trail and see us. I'd be so embarrassed."

"I think in the cabin is more appealing. No peeping Toms, so anything goes. Right, Missy?"

"Absotively," she answered.

After fifteen or twenty romantic minutes, they moved on, taking their time as they sauntered, holding hands, along the trail. Eventually the trail circled around back to the cabins, and eventually led to the reception area and restaurant of the lodge. Jason and Melissa, of course, stopped at the first cabin they came to, number eighteen.

"That was a nice walk," Melissa said, as they entered the cabin. "Brought back memories from last time, except it was daylight and no moon this time. That was so romantic."

"Yes, it was," Jason agreed. "Let's check out the romanticism of our cabin now. I need to refresh myself after the drive and our little hike. Want to join me in the shower?"

"I would love to. You get the hot water flowing and I'll join you in a minute."

When Melissa joined Jason under the warm shower, they embraced with their arms around each other, and their lips met in a gentle, non-sexual, loving kiss. Their "mmmms" mirrored each other as they savored the gentleness they were sharing. Their hands began roaming up and down the other's back, including their nether cheeks.

Without breaking off the kiss, their hands moved gently around to the fronts of their bodies. Jason slid his between Melissa's legs and fingered her labia, while she encircled his cock and balls. She moved her feet apart, inviting him to explore further, letting Jason know that she was getting turned on. Sheila's clue of how Jason was reacting was less subtle. His hard cock was a dead giveaway.

Finally breaking off the kiss, she said, "So we don't waste too much water, we should be using the bath gel while we're doing this."

"Good idea," Jason said, reaching for the bath gel dispenser on the shower wall. They lathered each other's bodies until they were both squeaky clean. After rinsing off, they stepped out of the shower and dried each other off with the sumptuous bath towels. "I'm going to skip the robe, cuz I'm heading straight to the bed."

"Me, too," Melissa said. "I'll be right there." Before leaving the bathroom, she reached into her cosmetic bag for a small bottle of perfume. She dabbed a drop behind each ear, above her breasts and inside her thighs. Leaving the bathroom, her heart sped up as she saw her lover, lying face up, naked, of course. His erection had subsided from the shower scene, but Melissa was in awe of his body. Every part of him sculpted by the dedication he had to his exercise routine.

Without saying a word, she climbed up onto the bed, facing his feet. She straddled his torso and lowered her head until her lips touched the tip of his cock. This immediately started the reinstatement of the erection. Jason responded with, "Oh, yeh, baby. And, what's the delightful aroma I smell? New perfume?"

Without moving her mouth away from her favorite body part, Sheila answered, "Yes. Do you like it?"

"I do. A lot. I especially like the view from here, too. If you just lower your body a tad, I might even get a closer view."

Melissa, on her knees, shifted her body so her sex was right above Jason's face.

"Better," he said. He spread her lips apart with his fingertips, and saw, from really close up, the moist, pink inner lips and her clitoris, shining from the secretions that her arousal had been producing since their shower. He raised his head slightly and reached her with his tongue."

"Ohhhh," was all Melissa could utter with a mouthful of cock. She kneaded his scrotum while bobbing up and down with his cock in her mouth.

Jason responded with, "Mmmmm," which was all he could say with his tongue invading the opening to her vagina. This exchange of non-words went on until finally Melissa erupted into a convulsing orgasm. Every muscle, it seemed, contracted, as wave after wave hit her. As it died down, she jumped off of Jason, turned over and lay next to him, yelling, "I need you inside me. Hurry. I'm going to cum again."

Jason scrambled, rolling over onto her and entered her. He slid in easily, thanks to all her natural lubricant and his very hard phallus. He moved slowly, pushing gently until he was in to the hilt, then eased out and back in. After a few cycles of ins and outs, Melissa said, "Oh, you feel so good. Keep going. I'm going to cum soon. Now, faster. That's it. You're rubbing my clit now. Oh, yes. Right there. Harder."

Jason could feel her body starting to spasm. He knew she was close. He also knew that he was close to his climax. He amped up his thrusting. Harder. Faster, In, out, in, out, until they both yelled, "I'm cumming...now, oooohh!"

Jason collapsed on top of Melissa's prone, exhausted body. They lay like that...still, quiet, hearts racing, breathing deeply...for several minutes, until Jason pushed himself up with his arms and slowly moved to the side and lay beside her. He touched her hand with his and she grasped it, saying softly, "Oh, my God, Jason. What did you do to me? That was beyond wonderful. Promise me you'll never stop doing that to me. Please."

"That's a promise I'll gladly make. You can't imagine how good it makes me feel to do that to you. To bring you such pleasure. Not to mention, the physical pleasure I feel, too."

They lay quietly for a few more minutes, each contemplating what had just happened. Finally, Melissa broke the silence. "I could stay like this forever. So relaxed mentally and drained physically. But we do have a marvelous meal awaiting us that we shouldn't miss."

"I guess you're right, Missy. Even though what we just had would outshine any meal they could possibly serve us." As he spoke, Jason edged himself to the side of the bed and stood up.

As he walked around the bed on his way to the bathroom, Melissa said, "I just love looking at your body. From the front or behind, it's perfect. I have a hard time believing it belongs to my lover. Even the tight butt. My favorite part, except, maybe, what's around the other side of it."

"Maybe?" Jason asked, pretending to sound irritated. "Just maybe?"

"Not really. More like definitely. Besides, that part doesn't belong to my lover, it belongs to me!"