Making her Mark

36 - Choking Hazard

Mark had been told to expect a surprise at his for later that week. Lens was very cunning and he knew she'd been having lots of time with Polly.

It couldn't be. Pollyanna had the most beautiful caramel skin tone and when set off against Lena's he thought they'd look so good wrapped up in each other.

Mark thought he might just sit this one out and see these beauties fuck each other. With what Lena had told him, Polly needed this and Lena had a lot more experience now to get her off, maybe even several times.

As they walked in, Lena kissed Mark. "Hey sexy."

"Should I get set up?" Polly asked.

"Definitely, I'll clue him up."

"Not too much, please."

"Upstairs and first left. Just let us know."

"OK," Mark looked puzzled "what's going on?"

She kisses him again. "Sit. Polly Haa had an idea."

"So have I. Was thinking you could enjoy her and I could watch?"

"No voyeurism tonight. You're the main attraction."

"Right, OK?"

"Polly is sick of the guys in her life not giving her the thing she wants. She wants to teach them!"

"And me? Where do I come into this?"

"You're her outlet. I know you. You can be punished. Take pain as pleasure and you can be incredibly sexual."

"OK. So what do we do?"

"We wait. She'll let us know." She pushed him back on the sofa. Kissed him and their was a voice from the distance.

"Lena. You're not canoodling with my pet are you?"

"No." She answered meekly

"No, what?" Came the aggressive reply

"No... Mistress."

Mark's heart leapt. "You planned this?"

"Not me." She pointed up

After 5 minutes, Lena was asked to come upstairs. Mark was following.

Polly stood at the top for the stairs. She looked so powerful. Leather basque, stockings, suspenders and the high heeled boots. There was a reason this look worked so well.

She cracked the riding crop on her hand. Mark stood still as she stared him back down. "Not you. Go sit back down."

"Okay," Mark was heading back to the living room when the crop cracked again. He looked up the stairs.

Her eyes pierced him, "Okay... What?"

"Ermmm Okay... Mistress?"

"Better." She followed Lena into the room.

He heard, "Strip!" As the door closed.

The next 15 minutes were tense. He kept hearing muffled questions. Then answers then sometimes affirmation but then others with a *crack* and a wail of pain.

Mark didn't know what to expect when he was called. He headed up and Lena was knelt on the floor just in her pants. Her buttocks, breasts and hands, which were restrained behind her back, were marked.

Mark could see that there was a pink toy inside her. The same one she had used when she pegged him. Which meant Polly probably had the remote.

"Strip," Polly demanded.

"Everything?"

She took his hand and rapped the crop over the palm. "Again."

"Everything... Mistress."