B and D for Three By Six With employment opportunities scarcer than stilettos on Eden Park, an opportunity to get paid to watch a couple fornicate sounded like money for fig jam. Nora (not her real name), a dominatrix acquaintance of mine, has a notable professional sportsman client who wanted to be watched. If I mentioned said players name this article would be on the front page of every major New Zealand paper and probably a few international ones too. But that's not my style. So we'll just refer to him as Bill. For fifty-dollars all I'd have to do is entertain my voyeuristic nature to contribute to her customer's fantasy. “Is that really all,” asks I. “Pretty much,” says Nora. “Pretty much?” inquires I suspiciously. “Well... you might have to screw me,” says she. “That's a risk I'm willing to take.” Within an hour of Bill's call we were at a central city establishment Nora enjoys a casual working relationship with. While Nora set about preparing the classroom themed room of an inner city parlor I procured a couple of drinks from the bar downstairs. If you didn't know better we might have been visiting any up market hotel. It is very tastefully designed establishment with rich burgundy carpet and pine wood paneling. The large corner mounted vinyl clad bed like structure is a dead give-away it ain't no standard school. Although I am learning a lot, any school decked out like this would soon attract the inappropriate attention of the appropriate authorities. There are hand painted letters plastered around the walls which you would expect in any classroom. However the letters are laminated and plastered over explicit diagrams of the reproductive system and posters detailing the prostate gland. A heavy wooden black stockade with red vinyl padding faces one wall. A large spa bath takes up another. Nora is possible to get six people in the tub. Misspelled words like libray (library) and Poliet (Polite) say more about the establishments employees than the customers. Perhaps what disturbs me most about the room is that the design motif seems to be primary or pre-school inspired. Whether or not this is a conscious decision on the part of the decorator remains a mystery. With less and less understanding of the sexual psyche I discussed it later with Nora and she agrees that it is probably just a misguided oversight. A tertiary type ambiance would have been more appropriate. The any hour lighting is suitably dim as you become isolated from the reality of whatever the day is like outside. It could just as easily have been midday as midnight. As Nora dressed herself, and the room, I just sat at the large Rimu desk considering the weirdness of this whole excursion and sipping a very pleasant glass of Church Road red. Bill soon arrived and was stripped in seconds. Nora wasted no time whipping out her toys and... well... whips. Nora spanked Bill's bare back, bum and thighs with a red leather cat of nine tails. She slapped him harder than I would've been comfortable with but he seemed to enjoy it. Bill is what is known as a submissive, or slave, and likes to be beaten. Judging by the performance of his professional sports team, it might also be his vocation. He is on all fours. He likes the slaps and calls Nora mistress. Nora is conscious of not leaving tell tale marks, which might cause him problems upon his return home. Like many of Nora's clientele, Bill is married and doesn't feel that his partner would understand his fetish. I often wonder how many women are missing out on an otherwise adventurous sex life due to their husband's unfounded fears. I digress. We are well into the 90-minute session now. Nora is clad in thigh high PVC boots, wearing a matching corset and a six inch strap on phallus. Seems like there is no time to waste as she is starts lubricating Bill's sphincter. Bill does not think of himself as gay, but seems to enjoy anal play. Ironically the radio is playing Salt and Peppers, Push It... and I am not the least bit turned on. But the tables are soon turned as Bill now wants to watch me play with Nora. I don't even have a semi as I strip, and Nora instructs her slave to suck me hard. She winks at me like she is giving me some sort of gift. “Is that good,” she asks. “I've had better,” I reply. My cock's been in plenty of male mouths and this one isn't doing a bad job. But I figure it's all about humiliation so I try to appear distant and nonchalant. Nora is now sans panties and asks me to put on a condom. I'm soon inside her as Bill continues to lick my balls and lick Nora's labia. He wants to lick my cum off her vag', which seems too dangerous to me so I withdraw and deposit a load below her belly button. Bill contributes his own fluid and continues to eat Nora and what remains of he and me. I figure my job is done and return to my teacher's desk to continue documenting the occasion. Bill is intent on a second coming, which like the biblical prophecy never eventuates. A dominatrix does not usually screw their customers, but Nora doesn't appear to have read the rule book. As I watch I am glad it is her beneath him and not me. I've never seen someone pounded so hard – not even in porn. Nora later tells me they broke a bed in another room and I am not surprised. The session ended without incident and Nora and I went for cock of another sort - cocktails.