Part 3. Happy Birthday James (a Joy BDSM story)

It’s great to see Fiona so relaxed and happy tonight. I’ve been concerned about her over the last couple of months. She’s been working later and later, coming home dog tired and needing to vent. Each night, I pour her a glass of wine, prepare our evening meal, and listen as she tells me about her day sorting other people’s problems and having to make never ending decisions. Don’t get me wrong, she loves her job and she’s very good at it, but sometimes it wears her down. It’s no wonder she likes to be Joy once in a while, no deep thinking, just focus on the now, exist for nothing more than pure pleasure or pain. It’s her decompression.

We discovered our love of kink fooling around in bed, I playfully spanked her, and she got really turned on by it. We had very passionate sex that day. Soon after, one lazy Sunday afternoon she announced she was bored and decided to tie me to a chair. Then she sat on the floor in front of me, legs spread and masturbated. She was so hot she came several times, licking the love juice off her fingers. Only when she’d finished herself did she crawl across the floor to suck me off. I loved it. I confessed my desire for watching, the voyeuristic need that turned me on more than anything. She was happy to indulge me.

I started researching BDSM, there’s plenty out there. I am an architect by trade and have always had an eye for the aesthetic. The sweep of a cantilevered roof, a well-designed living space, these fill me with pleasure. I know I can be obsessive over the perfection of form and function, but it turns me on. Fiona says I’m anal about objects. Is it a sin to be fixated over the way something looks, especially her anus? I suppose that is anal.

Gradually our sex got less vanilla. She wore more erotic outfits and introduced exciting toys to the fun. One morning she squatted over my face and fed me cherries from her vagina. Another time when I went to the footy with some mates, Fiona stayed home and filmed herself inserting whatever she could find in the fridge into her body. Carrots, bananas, limes, and cucumbers disappeared between her legs. When I got home, she showed me her home movie and we fucked in front of the TV, while on the screen she came loudly.

It's a year to the day since Fiona introduced her alter ego. For my Birthday, she announced my present would be a BDSM session with a submissive sex slave. She disappeared into our bedroom, re-appearing fifteen minutes later in thigh high boots, a shiny latex outfit, hair platted in a tight ponytail and bright red lipstick. The black latex top had holes for her breasts and to my surprise she’d had her nipples pierced. Meet Joy!

Fiona is a natural, she immerses herself in the role, inhabiting the experience with complete abandon. When she is Joy, Fiona is the perfection of form and function. I’m devoted. That first time, I blind folded her, bound her, spanked her until her bottom glowed red, then fucked Joy’s arse while she had a vibrator deep in her vagina. We both got a buzz out of that.

After a night as Joy, Fiona feels replenished for months. If I notice her getting down over work, I arrange a play session for Joy. I don’t want her to have to organise anything herself, she is already overworked. I must confess, I enjoy planning these sessions almost as much as participating. I make purchases, handcuffs, ball gags, O-rings, all manner of fetish equipment. Our collection is growing, and Joy’s appetite is insatiable.

We like to film our play sessions, posting them on porn hub anonymously. The thought of other people masturbating while watching us really gets her hot. I like the idea of watching other people do her. This is something we have started to explore. We’ve discovered all sorts of things about ourselves. We set boundaries, discuss scenarios, and have a safe word which is non-negotiable. Our view is, if everyone enjoys themselves and nobody is gets hurt physically or emotionally, then anything goes. Well, a little bit of pain never hurt anyone.

Back to tonight. We’re just walking back to the hotel from the restaurant. The meal was fantastic, and Fiona is bubbly and looking gorgeous. I know she’s got something planned for me up in our room. It’s the penthouse, an amazing suite at the top of the hotel, the perfect playground for Joy. What will it be? A new piercing? A tattoo? A new instrument of pleasure? For someone who lives a very well ordered life, she is prone to acting on the occasional whim.

Fiona suggests we have a quick night cap in the cocktail lounge before heading up. I’m keen to get to the suite, but Fiona likes delayed gratification and I’m not going to argue with her tonight. We sit ourselves down at a table and flick through the cocktail menu. One of the bartenders comes out to take our order. She catches my eye immediately. This may seem gratuitous given that I’m sitting next to a goddess but there’s something about this girl. She’s young, with dark hair cut short in a wild pixie style. Her features are delicate, almost boyish but she has full luscious lips and big olive eyes. Her skin is smooth and tanned. And her figure, well, she’s a walking hourglass!

As she moves out from behind the bar, I try not to look like I’m staring but I’m staring. She’s wearing the usual bartender outfit, black and white but she exudes style from top to bottom. A white figure hugging sleeveless blouse, collar open, exposing her ample decolletage. A high waisted glossy black vinyl belt sinches her narrow waist, accentuating the curve of her bottom which is squeezed into a tight black pencil skirt. It’s a classic look finished off with black stockings and shiny black heels. I’m a sucker for that retro 50’s French look. I glance at Fiona, she’s watching me. Shit, I’ve been caught with my tongue hanging out like a horny teenager. But she’s just laughing at me in her knowing, loving way. Then the bartender asks if we’ve decided what we’d like, she’s French, I’m in heaven.

Fiona giggles, saying ‘I think he’d like you.’ Fiona squeezes my thigh playfully; I can’t believe she’s said that to a stranger.

The girl smiles back, saying ‘That’s a given, but can I get you a drink?’ We order and as she returns to the bar, I see her seamed stockings, this is all too much. When she returns with our drinks, she leans over to put them down on the table and I’d swear she’s undone another button of her blowse, I catch a glimpse of the lacy black bra holding her abundant breasts. She then proceeds to wipe down the tables all around the bar area. Every inch of her jiggles seductively as she vigorously cleans the already spotless tables. Fiona teases me outrageously the whole time we are in the bar.

Once we are finished Fiona drops a bombshell, suggesting that as I’ve enjoyed watching this gorgeous young woman so much, why don’t I invite her up to our room for a nightcap. I’m mortified, I couldn’t possibly. Fiona points out we’ve done a whole lot worse, urging me to turn on the old charm and respectfully invite her, she’s sure she won’t be offended. With that Fiona stands, turns on her heel and disappears up to our suite, leaving me behind to pay for the drinks.

The bartender swoops immediately. A smile on her luscious red lips. She says what a beautiful couple we make. Are we celebrating a special occasion? That fabulous voice of hers works its wonders on me, skillfully keeping me talking as I pay. And before I know it, I’ve asked her up for a nightcap. She tells me her shift finishes in an hour, then she’ll be up, closing with a flirty ‘everything good is worth waiting for, isn’t it.’ I’m tongue tied, I just nod foolishly and turn to leave. I’m a few steps away when I realise I never told her our room number. I turn around and she’s grinning at me.

‘I assume you are in the penthouse suite?’ Once again, I nod sheepishly. I’m such a dork!