John’s Long Journey into Night – Part Ten by Doc Nolan

                                        John’s Long Journey into Night – Part Ten

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Synopsis of Previous Parts:  John, recently divorced, has become involved with Leonore, hub figure in a circle of dommes.   He discovers -- late -- that she is a friend of his ‘ex’:  Margaret.  Leonor, who is a complex person ever seeking adventures, takes John off  to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania – after locking him up tight, the key to his ‘parts’ dangling from her wrist.  There she loans him to Laura – her good friend – and a sadist!”  Leonore tells John a secret about herself: though she isn't much into inflicting pain on men, she loves to watch Laura do so – and that she loves stimulating herself with her Hitachi Magic Wand as she does so.
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John was alone.  He was excited.  In an hour or less Laura would be back, ready to turn his existence into a fog of pain.  Though a masochist, John wasn't sure if the evening ahead would be stimulating or simply – a horror.  He was frightened.  His only consolation: He could watch Leonore getting off.  Somehow that was a comfort.  Laura would be getting physical gratification from watching him suffer.  John was discovering strange corners in his mind.  It went so deep that he realized that -- if he ex-wife had walked in and learned of his predicament and started laughing in front of Leonore and Laura and sat down to watch -- that too would turn him on.  He sensed he’d say, “Yes, yes, yes, yes” through the shame and embarrassment and resentment.

He had never realized how deeply twisted he was.  Leonore’s influence was making him see more deeply into himself.

Then, with a jolt, John thought: perhaps all three women of these women knew (or at least suspected) how perverted he was.  Maybe women – at least some -- were, in some magical way, endowed with a gift denied to him: the ability to read minds and to plumb depths of his soul, leaving no tracks of their visit.  John’s reverie ended….

“I’m back!”  It was Laura’s loud voice in the kitchen. He heard Leonore then, from the sound of it in the bedroom: “How did the class go, Laura?”

“Great!  I’m so charged, primed and excited!”  John heard the click, click, click of Laura’s heels on the vinyl kitchen floor.  Then silence.  John sensed Laura standing in the door.
 
“Oh, MY, Fido!  You have an evening ahead YOU that you are NEVER going to forget.  I have sooooo much energy and tonight I am going to focus every bit of it on your pathetic frame!  You are going to suffer and I am going to burn myself out putting you into pain!”  Laura broke into open laughter.  It made chills run down John’s back.  He was so grateful that Leonore was here – and would be here there this night -- watching.
 
A shadow briefly crossed John’s mind: he wouldn’t be here in this Victorian house in Pittsburgh – frightened -- if Leonore hadn’t brought him here.  But then he relaxed.  At least his suffering would serve a purpose: he would be the evening’s entertainment for Leonore as well as for Laura.  There was only one thin difference between the women: one the actor; the other the voyeur.  Why didn’t he resent Leonore using him as a ‘circus act’ for her own entertainment and gratification?  He came up empty.  The answer was locked up in some basement room in his mind that he had not yet found.

Leonore walked into the room and when John looked up at her he was amazed.  She was totally naked – except for an lacy ivory-colored bra.  It looked very expensive and elegant.  She wore no shoes, no stockings, no skirt, no panties, nothing…. Well not exactly nothing.  She had jewelry on.  Bracelet, earrings, three rings one on each of the last three fingers of her right hand.

Looking down, he noticed a glint of metal peeking out shyly from her exposed genitalia.   There, too.  John forced his eyes to the ground.  It wasn’t polite to stare.  Even as he looked down, though, he could see this image of Leonore in his mind; he no longer needed to use his eyes.

Leonore turned to Laura.  “Laura, I want you to use your energy on Fido. I’m going to be very disappointed if you hold back.  I really want to cum hard tonight – hard and often – and you know what it takes.  I love it when you really take off the kid gloves with the men I bring you.”

Laura grinned.

“Leonore, you fucking pervert!  I do all the work and you just watch, rubbing your fucking Hitachi back and forth.  Damn you!”  Laura was kidding. Leonore knew it.  “Seriously… it really turns *me* on to turn and see how much you get off on watching your worms hurt.  Did you know that?”   Leonore just nodded.

John felt like a caged animal in a circus ring.

Laura looked down at John, his eyes again pointing earthward.  Laura spoke. “Stay, Fido.”  I’m going to make some sandwiches for Leonore and me.  We start in 25 minutes: at 6 pm.  Until then I want to you imagine all the things I’m capable of doing to you.” She chuckled.

“I bet you can’t even imagine half of them.”  She giggled.  “Bye, Fido!”

As the two women disappeared into the kitchen, John raised his eyes, shamelessly staring at Leonore’s ass, and then over at Laura’s shapely thighs.  He knew it might be the last pleasure he might have in quite a while.

From the kitchen he could hear them talking if he strained hard.  They were discussing what tools to use on him.  And several times he heard Leonore say, “Well his ex told me was…… “ – and then she’d whisper and he didn’t know what Margaret had told Leonore.

It was strange to then hear Laura break and to laughter and say, “Oh my god… you have gotta be kidding.”
John simply replayed the first year of his marriage – and wondered if there was anything that Margaret had kept private.  He suspected not.

                                                    (to be continued)