I must confess that I felt rather like a gossip getting the girls to talk about their latest sexual escapades with their spouses, but it turned out that once they got talking, it became a matter of who could outdo the other. We learned quickly that once given permission to masturbate the guys were all for it. They actually liked their wives watching. That left the question of whether they would feel the same way about having one, or worse (or better), about having a number of other people watching. It seemed to me in listening to the various stories that watching would be good and that having some participation by the spectators might be the culmination of an ecstatic fantasy.
Of course the plentiful supply of alcohol enlivened the discussions at this get together. It was, as had been most of the others, quite impromptu. A couple of the girls had been talking together and, with the aid of a few text messages, those of us that could, congregated. Jenny, Caroline, and Freddie were there to tell their stories. Stories which made others squirm and rub themselves rather publicly. By this time, however, we had become sufficiently chummy that this was allowable.
Cheryl who had been quiet, but who had looked for a while as though she had something to say suddenly blurted out, “We’re thinking about trying something new. Well, new for us, anyway. Maybe some of you have tried it and could give me some pointers.”
Instantly all attention was focused on Cheryl. I couldn’t think of what she might be alluding to so I prodded her. “Go on,” I said. “Don’t keep us in suspense.”
“I was emailing a good friend. I made some roundabout comments about our situation here. Well, one thing led to another and I think I told her more than I had intended to.”
At this point Cheryl was interrupted by a chorus of complaints about telling someone outside our group what was going on. She tried to lay them aside by reassuring everyone that at no time was she that specific. None of the girls were satisfied, but they did allow her to continue.
“I couched it in terms of Paul and me trying out new things and wanting to be inventive. My girl friend took right off on that idea. She began to tell me all sorts of things she and her husband did. If fact, she told me about things they did with other couples as well.”
It was dead quiet.
“She even gave me some websites and her logins so I could see the kinds of things she was talking about. After we had been talking like this for a couple of days, she finally relented after I pushed her pretty hard and gave me a login to their personal website. Wow,” Cheryl exclaimed, “I saw more of her and her husband than I had ever expected to see!”
“Don’t keep us hanging,” Barb demanded. She had moved so she was actually sitting on the edge of her chair.
“Turns out they’re ‘swingers’. I don’t know if that’s what you call it today, but they trade partners at parties. The ‘parties’ sounded more like orgies. But the more interesting part of what they do is the bondage. They use whips and things like that. I’ll have to send everyone links to all those websites so you can see for yourselves. Its really hot. I don’t know if I want someone to tie me up and . . . .” her voice trailed off. “Maybe I do . . . .” She stared off into space for a few seconds. Her hand had found its way under her short tennis skirt.
When she picked up her train of thought she went on, “The best part is that her husband and Paul are pretty good friends. So they’re coming up here to party with us!” She blurted out this last sentence. It seemed to be all one word.
We all gasped. There were a couple of cheers. “So you’re going to get to learn about bondage first hand as well as have a chance to get fucked by another man in front of his wife and your husband! Wow!” I hadn’t been delicate in the way I put it. It just came out that way.
Cheryl sat with a self-possessed smile nodding. She held her wine glass out for a refill. Barb grabbed a bottle. “Say when,” she said.
“Fill it to the top,” Cheryl replied.
“When will this happen,” I asked.
“We haven’t set a date, yet,” Cheryl had a Cheshire Cat smile. “I can’t wait,” she let her eyes get big. “In his pictures he’s got a really good looking prick; not too big, but certainly not small.” Her hips, hand attached, twitched. We all laughed.
“You’ll have to give us your laptop so we can watch on your video cameras,” I suggested thinking of the fun we had with Jerry.
“If we get a video, everyone there will have to be aware it’s being made. They are much too clever about electronics to risk trying to hide the fact that we have cameras. But, who knows maybe they’d like a video. I think I’d like to have one,” she stared off into space with a wistful smile before she continued. “Well, if we do get to record everything, we can share it at one of these get-togethers. I think you’ll like looking at Ron naked. He’s good to look at.” Another Chessie smile, the words a bit slurred.
“OK,” I said, speaking for everybody. “What else can you tell us about the websites?”
“Get me a computer and I’ll see if I can remember some websites and logins,” Cheryl responded mischievously.
May, whose house we were in jumped up and left the room. “Back in a flash,” she called over her shoulder.
She returned several minutes later with a laptop. “Jerry showed me how to hook it up to the TV,” she said excitedly plugging in several cables to the laptop. She turned on the remote and made several adjustments. The blue Windows page filled the TV screen. She selected Internet Explorer and, as it loaded, said, “OK, now where to?”
Cheryl stumbled through compiling a website name from her alcohol soaked recollections. Logins proved to be even more of a problem, but in the end she was able to find two that fit our needs.
Both showed people, both men and women, in various positions of restraint, their genitals made available for whatever fiendish purpose their tormentor wanted to pursue. For myself, I was marginally aware of what bondage was all about, but these websites really opened my eyes.
“Has your husband ever spanked you,” Caroline asked to no one in particular.
Freddie responded, “I think it would really piss me off if he did something like that.”
It was quiet for a moment, then Caroline said as though thinking out loud, “To have a big strong guy grab me . . . , maybe strip me naked . . . , then throw me across his knee . . . . I think I can feel my pussy rubbing on his leg as he swatted my behind. I don’t know. Might be interesting, especially if he was naked . . . , and hard.”
She was staring out back toward the golf course as she spoke. She didn’t see Freddie and me sneak up behind her, though the rest did. Freddie grabbed her by the arms and pulled them behind her. I pulled her panties out from under her tennis skirt.
She squealed, of course, and tried to get away, but now everybody piled on. We didn’t want to spoil any of her clothes so we had to hold her tightly while her buttons were unbuttoned and her blouse removed even as she flailed about, giggling. Freddie held her around the waist. I pushed her bra over her head and off. We turned her lose with only her skirt and sandals still on.
“Take your skirt off,” Freddie said in a threatening voice.
She took it off and stood naked, her eyes alight. “Now what,” she asked.
I sat in the middle of the couch. “Now submit to your punishment,” Freddie intoned.
“You have to be naked.” Caroline stood at my knees and looked at me. “If you’re going to punish me, you have to be naked.”
It had never occurred to me. I started to decline, but I was out voted. I stood and before I could decide what should come off first, several of the others began removing my clothing for me. It was strange to have three people pulling at your clothing, stripping you naked.
When my shirt passed over my head, I wanted to hang on to it, but as I grabbed for it, someone opened my bra catch and I was naked from the waist up.
I put my hands up to either retrieve my bra or cover my breasts, I’m not sure which only to have someone pull my panties off, just as I had done to Caroline. I gave up and unbuttoned my skirt letting it drop. Now I was naked as well.
Only Caroline and I were naked. The rest looked on. The room had quieted.
Caroline said to me, “Sit.”
I sat and looked up at her. It was strange to see her naked standing over me. Her slit was just at the level of my forehead and less than a foot away. In what little fur she hadn’t shaved were several droplets. I could smell sex. When I looked up beyond the juncture of her legs, past her flat belly, I could see her breasts, nipples erect. Funny how different they look, looking up at them and seeing them from the underside. Though her nipples pointed straight away, her breasts bulged slightly underneath. They caused a shadow on her chest. She was breathing more deeply than she had been. She was ready to be punished.
As she began to find her way positioning her body across my legs, it could have been for giggles, but no one said anything. Her face was quite serious, though not morose. She lay across me making sure to position her pussy so it was in contact with my leg. I felt her wetness. It was a strange feeling to have a naked woman across my lap.
I spread my legs, though it was more like they did it themselves. It seemed like I automatically opened myself to her. My knee came in contact with her breast sending a thrill down my body. I wanted to explore the other breast, but dared not.
For a moment as she lay across me all I could do was to feel her nakedness and see her body draped across my legs. He firm round butt was raised as though forming a target. Sucking in my breath, I swatted her butt.
“Harder.” It came as a chorus from the onlookers. Even Caroline wanted it harder, but I didn’t know how hard to hit her. I tried again. A slight reddening occurred. Again, “Harder.”
I tried once more, even harder. “That’s better. A little harder yet.” It was Caroline directing me now.
I really hit harder the next time. She bounced against my leg. A red spot occurred almost instantly. “Yes,” Caroline breathed beginning to squirm. “Hurry.”
I struck again, even harder. She bounced. I felt the motion of her breast against my knee. Freddie knelt along side us on the floor, sliding a finger inside Caroline as she knelt. Caroline’s body went stiff momentarily, then she arched her back as she rubbed harder against my knee. I couldn’t see Freddie’s finger, but it felt like she was sliding her in and out.
“Yes, yes, yes. More. Hit me again.” Caroline was squirming violently. I began a full spanking now, not waiting for a critique of each blow.
Caroline squirmed, Freddie finger fucked her, and I kept spanking. Caroline groans and whimpers grew louder as she built to a climax. When it came, it was with a scream followed by gasping and whimpering. I had to hold her tightly just he keep her on my lap.
Freddie brought her to another with her fingers inside her and on her clit. I took a nipple between my thumb and finger pinching and rolling it.
She had made quite a mess on my leg before she was finished. With her quiet I let her roll to the carpet where she lay recovering.
Suddenly I was aware of someone standing by my leg. I turned my head to see a pair of legs capped by a bald pussy. Startled I looked up. May was standing naked looking at me.
“Can I be next,” she asked.
Before I could answer a male voice said, “You sure can.” Terrified we all jumped and looked toward the kitchen door where we saw Jerry smiling.
“How long have you been there,” his wife asked, afraid of the answer.
“Long enough to see that wonderful climax you gave Caroline,” he said. He was rubbing his obviously hard cock. “And, since you want to be next, who’s better than your husband to administer the spanking?”
“Uh . . . ,” was all that came from May.
Without being asked he was unbuckling. His pants fell. He continued by pulling his shirt off and kicking off his shoes. Before we could agree or disagree about his participation, he stood naked. God he was good looking, and hard. Really hard.
I sucked in my breath as he came toward me as I sat on the couch. May was standing open mouthed as he took her by the shoulders. “So you want to be spanked,” he said with what might have been malevolence. I stared as he took a nipple in his mouth. From the look on her face, I think he must have nibbled or bit it.
“Don’t get up. Just move over,” he said to me. I wanted to get up, but instead I moved to the end of the couch. He sat bringing May with him as though she was weightless. He positioned her as I had Caroline.
Jerry sat with his hip against mine, warm and firm. May’s head rested in my lap. My naked lap. I was so hot.
Jerry spread her cheeks. “Find me something to stick in here,” he said. There was no need for him to be more specific.
“Jerry, no,” May squirmed at the thought. “No,” she said again as if saying it twice would change his mind. Jerry said nothing.
Vaseline and a slender vibrator were handed him. He began to work the lubricant around the outside of her wrinkled entry. May twitched and squirmed, but said nothing as his touch overrode her qualms. When he finished, he lubricated the vibrator and handed it to Freddie who had taken up her station again.
She turned it on and as she approached May’s heavily lubricated entrance, Jerry’s finger entered May’s pussy. Another must have found her clit because her squirming became extreme.
“Jerry,” she called out. “My god Jerry. Oh god!” I saw the vibrator disappear almost completely inside May.
Jerry somehow got Freddie to take over his fingering and I heard a loud slap as Jerry’s hand came down on May’s butt. That pretty round, white butt was now pink and with a second blow, red. A third blow turned it scarlet. May was beside herself yelping and whimpering. She bounced violently on Jerry’s lap. Over and over I heard “Oh god, oh god.” Tears fell onto my thighs.
She continued to bounce and twist as the two of them worked her sensitive areas with an astounding precision. I took my cue from them and pressed May’s head against my groin as I took hold of the nearer nipple. The three of us worked her over for several minutes until, like Caroline, a massive screaming climax followed by several smaller ones slowed, then stopped us.
Her butt flamed. She suddenly twisted and jerked upright mindless of the vibrator still stuck in her ass. She grabbed her husband around the neck. Mouths open they shared the most sensuous and violent kiss I’ve ever witnessed.
With characteristic presence of mind Freddie extracted the vibrator just before they fell onto the floor. In an agony of sexual need May braced her legs on Jerry’s shoulders while pulling him toward her. Once again we became witnesses to their intense passion as he drove into her.
I felt as though I should look away, but I couldn’t. The sight of Jerry’s firm butt driving his cock into his wife over and over was too much to be ignored. Everyone watched. There wasn’t a dry pussy in the place, I thought. Then asked myself how I could come up with something so corny at a time like this.
My next thought was to wonder if it would be possible to have him do me when he finished with his wife. I let that pass and, pushing my butt to the edge of the couch, spread my legs wide. In this position I finished myself off not caring who was watching.
After the threesome between Jimmy, Angela, and I, things changed somewhat. Change is always an interesting thing. Don’t get me wrong, Jimmy and I still went at it every now and then, but as he and Emily started getting more serious it did cut into my time with him. John was still gone on business quite often, even more than before, now that Jimmy had graduated. I wondered if he had a mistress or something,but I kept myself busy as I could. Frankly,the thought of him having a mistress sort of turned me on. I had become such a deviant!
Angela and I became more close though. She was always so conservative prior to that night, and she was still reluctant to drift too much farther into a sordid lifestyle. However, I was her demon, if you will. She would be reluctant to talk about that
night, but I could always find a trigger to get her to open up. Sometimes it would be a porn movie “accidentally” playing on our TV, or an “innocent” back massage. Anything to either loosen her up or make her horny would get her talking, but since that night, she still wasn’t going farther than mutual masturbation with me.
One night Angela and I were watching TV and Jimmy got home. I asked him, “What did you and Emily do tonight?”
He said, “We made out by the lake.”
I remarked, “Usually you look more excited after you two get together, what’s wrong?”
“I better not talk about this right now, Angela is here”, he responded.
I answered, “You’ve shared enough things with Angela that I am sure she’d be glad to listen too.” Angela chuckled, but she looked a little uncomfortable at the same time.
Jimmy sat down, and reiterated what we actually already knew, that Emily doesn’t like giving head, or at least she hardly ever does it.
I told him, “Angela and I, if Angela is willing, will talk to her and see if we can help.
Jimmy objected at first, saying “Mom (I loved it when he would call me that, I was more of a mom than his real one anyway), don’t do it, who knows how upset she might get if she realizes I told you.”
“Jimmy, I am smarter than that”, I responded. “She will never know that you told us” , I added.
Jimmy then replied, sort of jokingly, “Also don’t make a move on her mom, I saw you and Angela going at it that night!”
Angela’s face started turning red. It didn’t embarrass me, but I did agree to not make moves on her.
Over the next few weeks we invited Emily over to the house for differing reasons trying to get to a point where she might open up to us. I just didn’t want to go from 0-100 immediately and say, “Why aren’t you giving my son head?” Finally, we got to a point where we were ready to start “the talk”. It was mid-summer, and we were sitting by the pool. Emily was wearing a tiny white bikini that barely covered her small, petite 18 year old breasts. Her ass looked so cute in it as well. I know I agreed to “not make moves on her”, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t lust over her. I talked Angela into wearing a 2 piece also, and she filled it very well! It was a red bikini, and it really showed how well she took care of her 42 year old body. I was wearing a purple bikini that barely covered my tan lines.
Angela and I already had the conversation planned out. Emily let me rub some lotion on her back, so I figured this was the time, and I nodded to Angela. I made a little comment about John’s love making prowess, and how horny I am with him gone all the time. Which is half true, as I am horny all the time, but that isn’t the reason, ha ha. Emily giggled to herself.
That opened up things for Angela, who all of a sudden started talking about her late husband. She talked a little about his love making talents, then she added, “One of the things I enjoyed the most was being able to take his dick in my mouth.” By that time, Emily was back sitting upright in her chair, and her eyes got really big. Angela said, “I felt like making him happy was my job and I was glad to do it.” “It got to the point where after the first couple of times that I did it, I couldn’t wait until the next time.”
Emily asked, “Weren’t you afraid of gagging?” She added, “What about the taste, and weren’t you afraid he’d cum in your mouth?”
Angela looked at me as she didn’t want to do all the talking, but she did add, “I enjoyed the taste, he was my man and I loved everything about him.”
Now it was my turn, as we figured out what her turn-offs were. I stated, “Emily, there is so much about blow jobs and how to do them, that you just don’t know. “First off I agree with Angela, the taste isn’t bad at all.” “If your really interested in your man and giving it all, in your sex life, then taste isn’t an issue.” “Secondly, I don’t care where the cum ends up.” “If they cum in my mouth, or on my face, I just know how good I made my man feel. “That makes it all worth it, besides I’ve gotten to where i like the taste and the feel of the cum in my mouth.
Emily looked so embarrassed, and said, “Nikki I can’t believe your saying those things to me!”
I responded, “Look Emily we are almost family, and I would like nothing better than for you to marry Jimmy, so I feel like we should be able to talk about almost anything.”
Emily said, “I appreciate that Nikki, I care for you a lot too, but this is weird.”
I replied, “Look, oral sex is a part of making your partner happy, and I am just wanting to help.” “I think I can at least get you off of the issue you have with it gagging you.” “All it takes is practice.”
Emily responded, “I can’t do it on Jimmy, I don’t want to gag with him and get embarrassed.”
I replied, “You won’t need to, Angela and I will help you.”
I led Angela into the house and left Emily by the pool. We grabbed 3 dildos from my collection of sex toys, and I even took 3 small vibrators out there, hidden in a towel. Emily’s eyes widened when she saw the dildos. She’d never seen one up close. Angela and I proceeded to give her blow job lessons on it. She took to it rather quickly as she was able to put almost all of the 8″ black dildo in her mouth without gagging. I started rubbing my crotch as I watched her suck on it. Angela was watching my hand massage my clit through my bikini bottoms and she was getting turned on as well.
Emily opened her eyes and noticed this and she said, “What are you doing?”
I said, “Emily haven’t you ever played with yourself?” “This sucking and licking on the dildo’s, have made me so wet that I have to do something about it.”
Emily said, “Maybe in the bath or shower, but I always try to stop myself.”
I said, “Well here’s lesson number two”, as I pulled the 3 vibrators out of the towel. Emily asked, “What are those?” I said, “They are vibrators”, as I stood up and pulled my bikini off and exposing my shaved pussy and tits to her. Angela must have really been turned on as she followed suit without any urging.
Emily said, “I don’t know if I am comfortable with what you want to do.” I responded, “just try it and if you don’t like it, you won’t have to keep on doing it.” She said, “OK, but I want to leave my bikini on.” We agreed.
I said I wouldn’t make moves on her, but mutual masturbation and/or aided masturbation was OK in my book. We all had a vibrator and our reclining chairs around the pool were placed in a circle so we could see each other. I demonstrated to her how to touch it to her clit and where to move it. I also told her she would figure it out for herself as we are all different as to what pleases us. She slid the small vibrator inside her bikini and massaged her clit, and she exclaimed, “Man this does feel good!” She closed her eyes and you could tell she was in ecstasy, as her hips squirmed all around.
The vibrator was moving all around and her bikini bottoms were barely even covering anything now. Angela and I were dripping our love juices all over our chairs as we slid our vibrators all over our drenched pussies. I asked Emily, “do you want to go ahead and pull your bikini off?”
She said, “yes, but I don’t want to stop.” “We’ll help then”, I exclaimed. I took her bikini top off and Angela got the bottoms. As I pulled the top off I “accidentally” grazed the quarter sized puffy nipples of hers. They were so soft, it was all I could do to keep from putting them in my mouth and sucking on them. Angela slid the white bikini bottoms ever so slowly off of her hips and down her long luscious legs.
I asked Emily, “Can I try something?”
She answered, “I don’t care, do what you want, you haven’t been wrong yet.”
I took the dildo that she laid to her side and started sliding it in to her well lubricated lovehole, while she kept attending to her swollen clit. She started moaning and writhing about. All the while Angela positioned herself below me and started licking my pussy while she kept using the vibrator on her moist pussy. All three of us were so turned on! I proceeded to start shoving the dildo in faster and faster. Emily screamed and moaned as she squirted all over my hands and all over the chair. I sped up even more and the smell of her juices got me even hotter as my juices went all over Angela’s face.
Emily went limp and lied there exhausted on the chair. My knees felt weak, but I felt like I should return the favor for Angela. So as Emily relaxed there with her eyes closed, I took the dildo and started doing the same thing to Angela while she used the vibrator on herself. I also alternated that, with licking her clit. She stopped using the vibrator, as she wanted my tongue probing her pussy instead. The next thing I know, Emily is over here massaging Angela’s tits and licking her nipples. Angela started convulsing, as she came as well. We just collapsed on to each other in all of our nakedness.
Emily ended up coming out and saying that when she was 16, she and her best friend did some soft touching, and pressing bodies against each other during a sleep over once, but it never went any further than that, other than some kissing. That turned me on again as well, but I figured we did our job. The next time Jimmy and Emily did it, it must have been awesome. Jimmy came home and thanked me, then he asked “What can I do for you now?”
I responded with, “Some sex in the morning would be great.”
He said, “You got it!” That’s another story for another day though.
I get home around 6:30 in the evening, as I do most evenings. It’s summer and it’s hot, and one of the first things to do once I’ve let myself into my flat is open the windows and pull the curtains shut against the sunlight. I have an ulterior motive for the privacy, too – I am horny and want release, as I often seem to at the end of a long day.
I have been thinking of you during the day, wondering how you are and how your new life is without me. In particular remembering some of our games together, and some of the ones I never had the nerve to articulate. I can feel the slow throb between my legs as I take a warm shower and dry myself, shivering slightly in the newly cooled air.
In the bedroom I take out my vibrators, smiling ruefully to myself as I remember my reluctance to buy, let alone use, the first one. Strange to think a girl can have reached an enlightened 26 and never have used mechanical stimulation…
Kneeling naked, I lube up the more slender of the two, inserting it slowly into my bottom. I have found I can sit back on it carefully, feeling the deeper level of pressure as it slides smoothly into me. I twist the dial to set up a gentle rhythm, and it pulses quietly inside me. My pussy is already wet, contracting against the residual movements of the vibrator, and I am anticipating the feeling of fullness as I insert the thicker toy more forcefully, tightening up my arousal another notch.
Pleasantly stretched, I lie back on the bed, naked and exposed, and relive my current fantasy, deliberately not touching myself, to prolong the experience.
In my mind, you and I have been out with company, and I have been teasing you for hours. I know you are extremely horny, and wanting to make me pay for my impertinence. We get home to the privacy of the flat and you ask me to remove most of my clothes, which I do willingly. I am just as aroused as you, and as in need of your correction as you are of administering it. I am wearing my pink gingham panties, which I think of as schoolgirl panties, and which make me want to be put over my headmaster’s knee. With a grin you ask me to bend over the back of the sofa, while you fetch our toys.
My bottom is high in the air and I am on tiptoe, when, with no warning, I feel the sharp sting of the paddle hitting my cheeks. The thin fabric of the panties is no protection, and I can imagine my skin, reddening and changing colour to match them as you continue to strike me. After a dozen blows I am whimpering, and you tell me that if I can’t be quiet I will upset the neighbours, which cannot be allowed.
Coming round in front of me, you kiss me, before gagging me with the ball-gag, strapping it tightly behind my head. You warn me that if I continue to wriggle in such a provocative manner, you will have no option but to restrain my arms as well. Your threat is no use, or I am too excited to take notice, for after a few short smacks more you tie my wrists together tightly in the small of my back. I am beginning to get dizzy now as I press against the sofa with my head below my hips, writhing in pain and desire in equal measures. When you pause and ask if I have had enough I am beyond responding immediately, which makes you chuckle to yourself.
Pulling my wet panties from me, you push my ankles apart, watching as I fight for balance. I feel you running your hands up my inner thighs, feeling the muscles pulled taught and the heat radiating from my centre. I am aching for you to touch my clit, but you know far better than that, slowly moving your probing fingers in and around my pussy, testing for yourself how horny I am. I can’t move back onto your fingers without dropping onto my heels, something you very quickly discourage with a sharp smack to my pussy.
I feel one, then two and three fingers thrusting inside me, and respond unthinkingly with another rush of juice. I know you are looking at my bottom, eyeing up the smooth round cheeks marred with the results of your punishment, and considering how it would feel to be sunk deep inside it. Your slick fingers move from my pussy to my second hole, teasingly brushing over it before sliding inside. The new invasion, coupled with the pleasurable degradation of being so vulnerable and wanton, takes away the last of my reserve, and I push back onto your hands, desperate for you to touch my clit and give me release.
Instead, you pull away from me, noting my moans of disappointment as you move, and pull me back by my shoulders to let me stand up. I am unsteady on my feet as you guide me to the bedroom, where you remove the gag to allow me to get my breath back.
Loosening my wrists, you refasten me to the top bedposts so that I am spread-eagled face down on the bed. As I relax, however, you ask me to get up onto my knees, so my face is pushed into the mattress, and attach my ankles to the bottom posts so that my knees are far enough apart to allow you all the access you need. As a final humiliation, you re-gag me with my panties, which fill my mouth and nose with the taste and smell of my reaction to your body – and your wicked mind. Bound and helpless, I wonder what you are planning, and know that I will enjoy all of it.
Back on the bed, I am writhing to the vibrations running through me, and the images in my head. Their potency comes from having experienced most of the scenario first-hand, and I wonder fleetingly when – or if – I will be with someone again as matched to me as you are. I know instinctively that this self-manipulation will always be more satisfying than the colourless sex I knew before you, and the thought makes me a little sad.
Banishing such thoughts, I start to stroke my pussy gently with my right hand, leaving the other stretched out above my head. Being plugged securely, I am so aroused and yet perversely so dry that my clit is almost too sensitive to touch comfortably, adding another element of denial to my play. Before long, though, I am thrusting my hips up to meet my hand, the movement against the mattress causing both vibrators to move within me and adding a new layer of sensation.
After a moment of solitude, I feel you climb onto the end of the bed, and I imagine you kneeling behind me. I recognise the sound of the lid popping off the tube of lubricant, and then your fingers rubbing it into me, and the most inhibited part of my body. I am expecting your penis, and am momentarily puzzled to feel something cool, until I realise that it’s the butt-plug we have unsuccessfully played with before. I will myself to relax, and let my body enjoy the invasion as much as my mind does.
Gently twisting and pressing, almost absentmindedly stroking my sopping pussy and clit, you push the plug into me, until suddenly it is in fully, and my muscles clamp around the narrow stop. The feeling is totally new to me, although I have imagined it many times, and I am almost grateful when you leave the bed for a second and I can gather my thoughts.
The silence is broken as you ask me whether I think I have suffered enough as punishment for my earlier behaviour. Gagged as I am I can’t answer, and you tell me that you will take my silence as dissent. The sound of your belt whistling through the air hits my ears a millisecond before the leather hits my bottom, and I squeak and jump in surprise and pain. I am so tightly bound, though, that movement is impossible, and I know that this game will be played out to your timetable, not mine. You strike again a half dozen times, carefully aiming so that the belt hits the underneath of my bottom, or the tops of my thighs or the base of my back. My juices are running freely now, and I am more turned on than I have ever known before.
When you stop I try to catch my breath, but again you have out-thought me, and this time I feel a familiar object pushing into my pussy, as you insert my favourite vibrator and switch it on. The moisture and the angle makes it hard to keep it fully inside me, but you warn me that if it slips out before you are ready then you won’t let me cum, but leave me frustrated all night.
I am able to concentrate on the new task for only a moment before you strike me again, this time with the paddle and across the base of the butt-plug. The sensation of mingled pain and pleasure is indescribable, making my internal muscles contract violently, and I feel the vibrator sliding out of me. You like this new game, I can tell, as you wait until I have composed myself before repeating the trick, three or four times over, before taking pity and putting the paddle aside.
I am breathing heavily now, and bucking up against my hand, trying to increase the friction enough to give me some release. My pussy and thighs are slick around the humming toys, and I know I am a few strokes from cumming abundantly. With an effort, I pull my hand away, leaving myself pumping once or twice against the air in frustration. Turning up both dials, I start to stroke my breasts and nipples as a distraction, as I imagine the climax of our little game.
My muscles are shaking and any residual composure shattered when you move up behind me again and remove the butt-plug. Almost before I register its absence, I feel the tip of your penis pressing against me, and slowly, ever so gently, you ease inside me, stopping to allow my muscles to expand around you. Your penis is much thicker than any of our toys, especially as my pussy is still full, and as you start pushing again I feel real pain for the first time.
Sensing my momentary reluctance, you reach round and start playing with my clit. My thoughts scatter as I respond to the manipulation, begging incoherently into my gag for you not to stop this time, but to let me cum. I am aware of pushing back onto you, and suddenly you are fully inside me, a feeling of pressure and pleasure I have never felt before. You stop still, and even in my turmoil I can hear your ragged breathing as you fight for control.
Still stroking my clit you withdraw and re-enter, keeping up a steady rhythm as you start working towards your own long-denied release. I know you can feel the vibrations through me, and your movements are becoming more erratic. I feel you switch hands to hold our second vibrator against my clit, saving you from superhuman displays of dexterity. The impersonal vibrations of the toy incessantly demand my response, and it takes only a few moments longer before I start cumming, writhing and spasming around the twin probes of your penis and the vibrator. Your immediate response is vocal and unrestrained, and I feel your balls start to spasm too as you cum with relief inside me, filling me with your stickiness.
At the thought of being beaten, manipulated and pleasured on your whim, my resolve is lost and I give in to the need to cum. Stroking my clit carefully at first, and then with more abandon, the world recedes as I bring myself to a powerful orgasm, which flows through me in waves. My muscles clench and relax uncontrollably around the vibrators while I come down slowly from the high, and it is several minutes longer before I can relax quietly in the evening’s warmth.