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I'm all for that

In fact, Cowboy… I know that you know where my shop is.  You come see me today, and I'll lock the door and give you a naked hug for real.

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…sigh…
           

[Mollie]

“Is there anyone here present today who may know reason why these two people should not be spoused?”

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[Mollie]

Observing everything that's going on with a keen interest.  The ride to the AB&G with MoonCalf, teasing Joe as we go by.. ordering our drinks.  A BlackJack for me, MoonCalf with her whiskey.  We greet all the ones at ther bar with air kisses and cheek hugs.

I choose a Cocks and Roses T-shirt from the pile, and slip it on, then we go join Pafe and Satoire at their spot.  MoonCalf pulls a table over near us so we have someplace to set our drinks.  Watching all the young girls screaming and cheering for the band, makes one recall earlier times in our lives, and we share stories during the lulls between songs.

I get a kick out of watching the ladies throw their panties up on the stage.  MoonCalf asks me if I was going to throw mine up there, and I told her I would, if I had any on.  We all laugh and sing along with the songs, while Satoire goes into a stationary dance.  She shows us all the moves she's making and we begin to follow along.  MoonCalf shouts “Satoire's Dance School Class is now in session!”  Soon all 4 of us are swaying and moving our arms in unison.

“Seems all the men are spoken for.”  Pafe says over the music.

Indeed it does appear that way, I observe, and think that we shouldn't make any advances.  It's fun to watch Covems and Amy make their entrance, and we laugh about when we had tied him to that chair.  “MoonCalf's Rodeo”. 

The latest song stops, and the lights go low.  I offer to go refill everyone's drinks, as the waitress seems busy.  Shirly Temple for Satoire… a diet water with a wedge of lemon for Pafe.. Rye whiskey and a lager chaser for MoonCalf and another BlackJack for me.

We wait for the next song.

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Watching Stone and Brandybee's antics with the Space Hoppers and the way they kiss Covems gets me stirring with anticipation.  I cheer wildly… clapping my hands as they run across the finish line hand in hand.

Oh… I just can't resist any longer!  “Joe, may I have a wet bar towel?  Please.”  I ask.  I finish off my Black Jack, then I tell ItsAmy123 that I'll be back soon.  As Joe hands me the towel I say to him while pointing to my glass, “Refill please, you handsome man.”

Sauntering over to Covems, sashying my hips with a bit of exaggeration.  I look at Pafe and follow her eyes down to my boudoir shoes, her eyes get wide and she looks me in the face.  I smile and wink at her.

I can feel the gauze of my very thin robe fluttering behind me.  Covems' eyes are on me, with that burning look that he has.  I can feel his eyes peeling away each layer of what little bit of clothing I have on.

“Well… well…”  I say to Covems quietly.  “It seem as if you've gotten yourself into a bit of trouble again, haven't you?”  I approach him, and stand right in front of his knees… the wet towel hanging from my hand.  “You just never learn, do you?”  I ask.  “Or maybe you just desire the attention.” 

I take the towel and wad it up in my hand, then I sit on his lap.  “Oh bother”, I say while facing Covems, my legs straddling him and begin to wipe his handsome face.  “I want to do so many wicked things to you.”  Tenderly… very gently… I wipe away the sweat and the lipstick.  “But I can't bring myself to…  just look what they've done to you.”  I whisper to him.  “Tsk, tsk.  Poor Covems… in trouble again.” 

I wipe his brow and around those beautiful blue eyes.  Then leaning back slightly, I pull my top aside, exposing my busom… I hunch myself forward on his lap.  Those eyes follow my motions, up and down me they roam.

Pressing my breasts into that wonderful chest hair of his, I slide them back and forth to get comfortable I feel my nipples stiffen.  Then I slide my hands along those big shoulders and up Covems' neck, taking his face in them.  Beginning to feel a bit guilty about the onion sandwich, my fingers hook behind his ears gently as I pull him towards me.

My lips just barely touch Covems' lips at first.  Softly… tenderly.  My hands slide around to the back of his head.  One goes up into his hair… damp with perspiration… the other along the back of his neck.  Our kiss deepens… I press my lips harder on his.

Our lips move against each other, hungry, passionate.  I try to count in my mind… 9, 10.. but I get lost in the feel of his lips… lost into our kiss. The room goes quiet for me as all my attention… all my senses melt into the kiss of this man.  With a bit of reluctance, I break the kiss, lean back slightly, smiling softly and look into those beautiful eyes.

“All that time I was gone, Covems.”  I say.  “Nearly 4 months, I was absent from here… and out of all the friends and acquaintances in my list, there was only one who was concerned enough to have messaged me.  “You, Covems… ”  I lean in and pull him into another kiss.  Breaking the kiss again, I press my cheek against Covems' cheek and whisper into his ear.  “… have no idea how good that made me feel when I logged into my account after all that time.”  I kiss his cheek.  “Thank you Covems, and I want to tell you that I too am proud and very glad to have you for my friend.”

I stand up and straighten my bits of cloth, covering myself and say to him.  “Now… behave yourself, Cowboy.”  I lean down again and give him another kiss on the cheek.

I make my way back to the bar… I can feel his eyes following me… I retake my position next to ItsAmy123 we clink our glasses together.  “Go get him, Honey.”

[Mollie]

Rummaging through my closet…  “where is it?”  rummage… rummage… “where the …  is it?”

“Wait!”  I say to myself.  “The shop!”  I fly down the stairs to my shop and head straight to the little vintage clothing section.  There's a bureau there… I yank open the top drawer.  “YES!”

I get a message on my mobile:  “Covems trussed up.  Get here quick”  I strip off all my clothing, tossing them onto a divan that's nearby.  “No time for folding”, I say.  I rush through getting the fur on.  It's not a real furry costume, but one of the only things I have with fur.

Examining myself briefly in the mirror, I then rummage through the shoes.  Good thing I haven't told Pafe about these yet and find a pair of matching boudoir shoes.  The fur is slightly different, but I'm sure no one will care.  I slip into a Mac to cover up… and a kerchief for my hair.

Locking up… I go to the garage and start the MG.  It's not supposed to rain, so I leave the top down.  Pressing the remote the garage door opens and I drive out.  Stopping only to make sure the garage door closes.

I brief drive to the Achat Bar & Grill…  getting out of the MG, the soles of my boudoir shoes crunch the gravel in the lot.  I toss the mac and the kerchief into the MG.  One last check of my fur, to be sure all the bits are in their proper place…  I then enter the bar…

It's loud… noisy… full of laughter and good cheer.  “Ahhh…” My thoughts slide through… “just the way I remember it… very cheery.”

I spy Old Joe behind the bar.  His eyes light up when he sees me.  I grab his face and pull in him into a kiss.  We linger a moment and I press my cheek to his.  “Welcome home Mollie.”  He whispers.

“Thank you Joe.”  I whisper back, giving him one more peck on the cheek.

I look around… new faces… “Who are you?” I ask a hunky fellow sitting at the bar.  “They call me Old_Goat.”  He says… I lean in and give him a soft, bit of a lingering kiss. 

“Hello… I'm Mollie.”

I go down the length of the bar, introducing myself and grabbing all the men by their cheeks and pulling them into a kiss.  Jayc, JCM, Richard_Wolf.  I kiss the ladies on the cheek, that little pecky kind of kiss…  Snowbunny… All_for_you… Stone… TangoJane…

I just catch a glimpse of three naked people heading off to a new room.  “Hmmmm…  going to have to check that out..” are my thoughts.

I lean in next to ItsAmy123…  “Seems MoonCalf has the Cowboy trussed.”  She giggles and offers me an onion sandwich.  “Oh joy!”  I say, “I am feeling quite famished.”  I happily munch the sandwich.  “Who's idea for the sandwiches?”

“Brandy's”  ItsAmy123 answers.  We both start laughing… a bit of sandwich drops from my mouth.  We giggle at that, too.

Pafe and Satoire are standing next to Covems in that chair, and MoonCalf is next to her.  Brandybee is applying some of that bright red lipstick.  I wave to them all with a big, beaming smile.

I suck the crumbs of the sandwich from my fingers.  “Another?”  ItsAmy123 offers.  “Thank you.”  I say as Amy breathes at me… “Wow!”  I say, waving my hand and we both break out laughing again.

“Joe.”  I call down the bar.  “A black jack if you please… and something for my new friend here.”  ItsAmy123 and I smile at each other and clink our glasses….

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I pull the chair a bit closer to Covems and I beginn slowly stroking him once more, he almost sobs with frustration; the words “please, please, oh madam please” comes unconsciously from his lips.

With a refined touch of cruelty, I pick up one of the feathers that Pafe and Satoire left behind. This I play in front of Covems’ face. He can guess what is coming next. His pleas are frantic.

‘Oh God madam, please I’ll do anything I’ll be good, please give me relief’ The feather is slowly lowered to his balls, and brushes slowly and methodically across them.

“I’m terribly ticklish” I offer as if in conversation, “wouldn’t you like to tickle me too?”

By now Covems is nearly hysterical, I know that the time has arrived for the moment of complete control.

After one minute of tickle torture I drop the feather, and gently take hold of him and remove the elastic bands that Stone had put on his cock and balls. Then I begin to stroke.  My stroke is gentle but firm and methodical. This time I don't vary my stroke, and after about thirty seconds feel his body begin the build up to orgasm. When Covems cums, it was is powerful that I think he will tear free from his bonds. It is as though he had exploded as jets of thick white come shoot into the air, accompanied by load gasps and groans.

As he begins to calm down I notice that a 'string of pearls' has draped across my stockinged knee. The contrast of my dark nylons and the glistening moisture acts as an aphrodisiac for me, and I felt hungry for more.

Milking the last from him, I stepped back to wipe my hands on the towel provided.  Covems’ pulsating body looks enticing and exciting.  I take a sip of wine, and biting my lip with excitement, and feeling the pounding in my chest, I hit the ‘release button’ instantly freeing Covems from his bonds. He sits up instantly, still gasping from his ordeal, but taking all of me in through his hungry eyes.  I step back, momentarily frightened by the animal presence of this powerful man.

He stands up, towering over me by at least a foot. Without a word, Covems is on me in seconds. Grabbing at my body, my tits, my pussy.  His hands are faster than I expected as they roam my body, grabbing and squeezing.  I can feel the lust in this man through his hands.

He rips the corset from my body and within seconds I have been reduced to my panties, stockings and high heels. Covems scoops me in his arms with little effort, and sits me on the edge of the table.

He stands facing me, holding my hair firmly in his hands.  I notice that his erection is already strong and firm.  Covems wants me, but hesitates fearing it is a trick.  I sense this, “just fuck me oh God fuck me” I plead.

He rips my panties off, throwing them to one side before lifting me up, and impaling me on his lipstick covered, full erection. I gasp and catch my breath at the feel of his length sliding home. He lays me back, and tosses my legs over his shoulders as if I were a doll.  His hands and mouth cover my nylon clad legs with kisses, and he begins piston like strokes in and out of my wet and hungry body.

I cry out for more as Covems increases the pace and intensity of his thrusts. He is a skilled and expert lover, who manages to combine intensity and pleasure.

I thought I had experienced it all, but this man is taking me to new heights. He leans forward to kiss my mouth, and within seconds I am shrieking, biting and screaming for the very relief that only a short time ago had been within my power to dispense.  Covems withdraws slowly then rams home vigorously.  His power and rhythm increases. I feel a small white light explode somewhere at the back of my head.  For the next 60 seconds, I have no idea where I am, nor do I care.

My orgasm is pleasurable… intense, body spasming pleasure.  Long after Covems has withdrawn, my tired and exhausted body continues to feel the afterglow, and I could still feel him inside me.  I can feel his cum leaking out of me.  My orgasm was so intense, that I did not know he too had reached his climax.

When we both recover, we embrace caringly.  Covems takes my face into his hands and kisses me deeply, the tip of his tongue flicks across mine.  I moan into our kiss and his hands begin to roam my body once more.

“Mollie,”  he says to me softly.  “I promise I won’t volunteer you for anything in the forum any longer.  Unless, of course, something comes up that I just can’t resist.”

“Naughty boy, I’ll have to punish you” I mocked gently playing with him. To my surprise he responds by beginning to harden!  “Oh.”  I say to him while standing up and pouring him a glass of wine.  “You like that idea, don’t you?”

I exit the room, leaving a lipstick covered Covems sitting in the chair, sipping his glass of wine.  I can feel his eyes on my bottom as I leave.

[Mollie]

I love this idea of a lounge/disco/nightclub.  A place where many could interact and meet.  Dancing, chatting and more.

To make it more interesting, AChat could charge a fee for us to enter.  It would be like a cover charge in a night club.  It wouldn't have to be expensive, maybe something like A$20.  That would prevent the “lounge” from filling up with free users (not that I have anything against free users), and also give AChat an incentive (more revenue) to create such a place for us to play.

OOT:
And why can't we discuss it here?  Why do we always get directed to some dead discussion that's buried in pages of the Forum?

It's my only complaint about the Forum… I realize that redundant posts about a subject takes space, but some people, especially those new to the forum don't realize that their idea has already been discussed… and instead of embracing their idea we all get directed to another place to read posts by people who are no longer active.  I don't intend this to be too critical, but I can understand why some stop posting.  I mean, why bother putting forth a, what I think is a worthy idea, only to be told in not so many words:  “thanks but no thanks, it's already been discussed” ?

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I enjoy taking my time in the brief walk to the room the dwarfs have prepared for me, and I particularly relished the click clack of my heels echoing off the corridor walls.

I had convinced the dwarfs to capture Covems for me and immobilize him in one of the spare dungeons.  As I approach the room, the door opens automatically for me.  “Nice touch.”  I think as I pass through with a smile, and stop to take in the scene.  The room is warm, but dimly lit.  It is the size of an average lounge, sound proofed, ventilated, in the center of the room was a large padded figure X, on its back.

A remote control allows a person to raise or lower the X, there is a piston set into the floor of the dungeon attached to the back of the X.  Consequently it can be raised to table height or lowered to floor level.  At present it was raised about one foot off the floor.  Bound by his ankles and wrists to the X is Covems.  He is stretched, naked, except for a courtesy thong which has been tied around his groin, his head is in a specially designed head rest that protrudes from the middle of the X.  I slowly walk all the way around him.  He has a ball gag in his mouth, he is blindfolded, and his head moves from side to side, following the sound of my heels.  I am all in black, wearing a corset, thong panties, high heels and sheer seamed stockings.

Will Covems be receptive or combative I wonder.  I see he is evenly tanned, and his muscles ripple as he strains against his bonds to follow me around the room.  When I reach the top of his head, I remove the blindfold and his eyes blink open.  Then I take the ball gag out of his mouth.  “Mollie.”  He says.  “I…”

“Shhhhh,”  I say quietly, while holding up the ball gag and pressing a forefinger to his lips.  “If you don’t want this in your mouth, speak only when I tell you to.  Understand?”  Covems nods his head in understanding.

The dwarfs have included a large, comfortable leather chair and a table near the cross.  There are bottles of wine and glasses on the table and tubes of bright red lipstick.  I pour myself a glass of wine then I sit down by Covems’ waist facing him.  I notice him looking at my legs, and ensure that they remain in full view.  I place my fingers on the inside of his thigh and begin talking to him in my deep and husky voice.

“So, you've been a naughty boy.”  I say rhetorically, whilst increasing the pressure with my hands.  “Volunteering me to do things in the forum.  I warned you what might happen if you did that, but you wouldn’t listen.  Nooooo… you wouldn’t listen.  Now look at you.”

Covems says nothing but struggles visibly against his restraints.  I run my fingers lightly across the thong and follow a trail of hair up to his chest.  I allow my fingers to playfully swirl through his chest hair, then my fingers trace back down that trail of hair to the thong, gently scratching him with my nails.

I notice the growing bulge beneath his thong.  “Well, well what have we here?”  I ask trailing my fingers across his growing manhood, and undoing the bow that keeps the thong on.

“Shall we get rid of this?”  I suggest in a soft voice.  I pull the thong away, and toss it on the floor.

“My what a BIG BOY, and such a bad boy.”  My fingers close around his now bulging and throbbing shaft.

It feels so hot and hard in my cool hands.  He is genuinely a big boy, and it is fun to play with it and tease him.  I stop briefly to take a sip of wine from my glass.  I smile to myself as his cock continues to twitch in the absence of my touch.

“What am I to do with you?”  I ask softly.  “You continually misbehave and make mischief, even when I’ve warned you that everyone gets their comeuppance.  You have been a very naughty boy, maybe I should make sure that you behave yourself.”  I cross my legs with a swish of nylon that brings a soft moan from his lips.

I smile, a wicked, sensuous smile, as I slowly trace my long tapered and freshly painted red nails up the underside of his shaft.  As my fingers reach his glands, I gently take him between my thumb and second finger.  I gently glide my fingers forward and back over the head, and judging when the moment is right, toy with the tip with my forefinger.

Covems, simply can't stand it.  Within seconds I have him moaning and gasping.  I skillfully play his body like a musical instrument, taking him to the limit, promising release, hearing him moan, only to release my soft hold, and instead snake my fingers seductively around my wine glass to take a refreshing sip of Chardonnay.

Using my hands and alluring voice I bring him to the brink three times, only to frustrate him at the last minute, holding him firm until the moment passes, thwarting any attempt at satisfaction from him.  Then I make him hard again, and each time he seems marginally bigger than the last.

“Well, are you learning your lesson?”  “Good boys always get a reward, but naughty boys don't.  I wonder which you are now?”  I ask gently fixing his gaze with my eyes.  I listen carefully for the response, knowing the paradox that I have put this strong cowboy in.  “Come on.  Tell me.”

For probably the only time in his life Covems is lost for words.  Then it comes from his lips in a forced and reluctant whisper. “A good boy.”  Almost too soft for me to hear.

“I don't think Mollie heard you.”  I reply forcing him into further humiliation by making him repeat himself louder.

“Oh God, please I'm a good boy.”  He begs.

“Now that's much better.”  I reply, stroking his forehead, “and now you may call me Madam.”  I expect him to resist, but to my surprise he immediately responds with “Yes Ma’am, anything you say Madam, I promise I'll be good.”

There’s a soft sound of nylon rasping against leather as I slip off one of my shoes.

“You like my legs don't you?”  I ask as I drape a stocking clad foot across his hungry mouth.  He responds by kissing and licking my finely sculpted arch with relish.  He is coming along nicely and it is all very surprising.  There’s no jokes, no blurting out things to shock me.  Yes, coming along nicely.

I rise from the chair and walk around to Covems’ head.  I straddle his head and slowly lower myself until I’m just a fraction of an inch from his mouth.  “And you like what’s between my legs too.  Don’t you?”  I can feel his breath on my pussy and feel myself becoming wet.  I want to let him know this has an effect on me.  “Smell me Covems.”  I say.  “Breathe in my aroused scent.”  His tongue comes out of his lips and I move quickly, avoiding its touch.

Sensing that he is now putty in my hands, I move back to the chair and have a seat, then I again begin to play with his large manhood.  Within seconds it is hot, hard and seems ready to burst.  Gently letting him go, I remind him of how good he has to be.

I pick up the tube of lipstick and sensually apply a fresh coat to my lips.  “Do you like my red lips?”  I ask seductively, “I have a little test; it’s called the lipstick test would you like to know what it is?”

Covems nods and groans knowing his torment is about to be prolonged.  “Good.”  I say, “I’ll show you.”

I gracefully change my position and raise the table on which he was bound with the automatic switch.  As it reaches a height just above my waist I stop it.  I lean forward resting both elbows on the X, and in so doing brace my legs back, thrusting my neat little ass into the air, and dipping my back.

I know that Covems can see, and I’ve always particularly enjoyed the effect that this stance has on men.  My fingers toy with him, and my mouth is just inches from the tip of his cock.  With a smile I hold him firmly by the base, and gently slide my lips over his pulsating and throbbing manhood.

I got about one third down before ‘coming up for air’ I’m fascinated.  My bright red lipstick mark is now clearly visible around the tanned skin of his cock.  His veins pulse and throb.  With my free hand I begin tickling his balls before addressing him again.

“Well, you good boy, you have passed the test with flying colours, was that nice?’

By now Covems is beyond words.  His whole being is focused on the desperate itching sensation in his cock.  He unconsciously heaves and thrusts against my hand, desperate for relief.  I know what he is doing and just toy with him, much as an angler would with a fish on the line.

“Not just yet, not just yet.”  I reassure smoothly, my tone a compete paradox to the merciless torture I am administrating.  I place the blindfold back on him and once satisfied that he cannot see, I walk toward the door and open it.  I push the door as wide open as it will go and secure it there in its open position.

“Let’s see if we get any visitors.”  I coo at him.  “I asked the dwarfs to pass the word that anyone may stop by and have their way with you.”

I sit back down in the leather chair and take another sip of Chardonnay.

****I invite everyone, and I mean everyone, who would like to participate, to come into the room, have a glass of wine, apply some bright red lipstick to your lips and leave your mark anywhere you please on Covems.  Or for that matter do anything else to him you want.  If he protests, use the ball gag.  Only… don’t let him reach orgasm.****

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Having closed the shop for an hour, I take a break and stroll into the AB&G.  I smile and nod to all the friendly faces and have a seat at the bar.  Old Joe comes to take my order… “What’ll ya have miss?” He asks.

“Just a cup of tea Joe.”  I answer, “with a little sugar.”  He brings my tea.  “Joe?”  I ask, “Are the dwarfs around?  I need them for something.”

“I’ll see.”  Is his answer and does something under the bar.

About 3 minutes later I hear that panel slide down and Doc comes out of it.

“Oh good.”  I say smiling at Doc.  “May I speak to you for a moment?”

He comes over and we quietly discuss a plan.  Doc agrees and nods his head in compliance.  He goes to leave and I grab him by his arm.  “He’s tricky”, I say to Doc.  “It will probably take all of you.”

“Don’t worry Miss.”  Doc says.  “We can do it.  He won’t know what is happening until it is too late.”

I giggle a bit and say.  “Okay… “I’ll be back later tonight after I close up the shop.  Let’s say somewhere around 5.  Now remember… blindfolded and gagged.”

Doc goes back into his panel and I look at Joe.  Joe’s expression is one of wonder and I can see the curiosity in his face.  “I have a surprise for that Covems.”  I say to Joe.  “Keep it secret.”  I wink at Joe and he winks back.

I finish my tea, leave a tip for Joe, I put my finger to my lips and say, “Remember… shhhhhh.”  I pick up my things and leave.

[Mollie]

Speaking of cars and men…

If it has testicles or tires, sooner or later it's going to give you trouble.

Oh.. Ladies:

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When you look at this cowboy, you almost wonder if he could be real, or if it’s a painting or graphic design. This handsome stud looks almost too good to be real, but I’m hopin’ he is! I’m guessing his eyes are blue under that hat.

This macho guy caught my attention. That big moustache that I just know would tickle. And don’t your fingers itch to run through that chest hair?

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