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Sarah  went to the drawers and delved into them until she found one of
my sexy play suits that were open at crotch and breast. In fact there
were two large round holes in the bodice through which the whole of my
breasts could be seen. It was a shiny red wet-look material, very soft
and clingy.  She threw it across to me.  “Put this on, “ she
commanded me and nip down to the kitchen and make us both a nice drink
while I change the sheets. Can’t have you lying in your own cum for
the next couple of hours can we?”

So off I went obediently, happy to know that I would be lying on clean
sheets at least.

When I returned we sat and drank the coffee I had made and talked a
little about every day things.  

After we had finished our drinks she lifted up the rubber face mask
with its dildo gag. “I told you that Frank want’s you to wear this,
didn’t I?” I nodded not liking the idea that I would be gagged while
waiting for Frank to come home.  I watched as she did something with
the inside of the mask and saw that she was removing the dildo gag,
the eye patches and the ear patches.  She pulled the hood over my
head.  This time my ears were covered but I could still hear through
the thin rubber.  Their were cut outs in the rubber for my eyes and
mouth. 

 She told me to lie down on my back on the centre of the bed and to
stretch my arms out to the corners.  She picked up one rope and
fastened several loops around my right wrist, pulled the rope towards
the top right corner of the bed pulling my arm straight and tied it
round the bed leg  Taking a knife she cut the rope at that point.
Moving over to the other side of the bed she did the same with my left
wrist. Having done that she moved down to the bottom of the bed and
took hold of my left ankle pulled my body taught against the wrist
bondage and tied my ankle to the bottom of the bed. She did the same
with my right ankle.  I was now spread in a tight X on the bed with my
wide open cunt pointing towards the door. The bed had a head board but
no footboard so I was clearly visible from the doorway. 

“That’s the regular spread eagle that almost every Master likes,”
she told me.  You’re nice and vulnerable, ready for a good fucking
when he want’s to get on with it.  The nice thing about it is that
you are nice and comfortable.  The bad thing is he can leave you like
this for hours and not be worried about you. Still as long as you have
nice memories then waiting’s not a problem, just requires some
patience, and patience is something you’re going to learn a lot
about.”

“Now to make you a little more decorative and at the same time had a
little more tension to you’re pretty body.”

She tied a loop of rope around my left arm just above the elbow, ran
it down across the bed and then tied it around my thigh just above my
knee, pulling the intervening rope tight, and thus put pressure on my
arm and leg. She then ran this across between my opened legs and tied
it of around my right thigh, again pulling the intervening rope tight.
From there she ran it up to my right arm, and tied it off just above
my elbow, again pulling it tight between. She then took the rope
across above my head and tied it off with the first loop on my left
arm. I thought she would finish there but didn’t.  

Our bed is different than most in that it has legs at the four corners
but it also has legs at the mid point on all four sides.  I now
discovered that these extra legs could come in very useful as anchor
points for bondage.  From my left arm Sarah took the rope back to the
centre top of the bed, down and ran a loop around the centre leg and
back up to the middle loop on my right arm. From there she took the
rope first down to the middle leg on the right side of the bed, then
back to my thigh, then down to the leg in the middle bottom of the
bed, back up to my left thigh, then to the centre leg on the left side
and back up to my left arm.  Now my arms and legs were being pulled in
four different directions by the ropes, and of course, a fifth
direction by the natural forces of my body!  

Sarah walked around the bed, viewing her work from all directions.  

“You look fabulous, “ she told me.  “Very sexy too, with your cunt
still wet from our fun and games. Frank will love it.  Now I must be
off, back to the office.  I’ll be back tonight, and you can tell me
all about it”

And she left me there!!!

I hoped she locked the door on the way out, I hated the idea that just
anyone could come in and find me like this. At least I thought I did,
though the more I thought about it the less sure that I was.  After
listening to Sarah’s descriptions earlier of bondage sex at the
office, I really found myself thinking about other men seeing me like
this and of what they would do if the found me.  I looked towards the
bedroom window.  The curtains were open.  I wondered if our neighbours
across the road could see in and what they would say if they did.
June was a sexy thing and Ted her man was a hunk, but we had not been
here long enough to get to know them well. 

I allowed my mind to go back over the last twenty four hours that had
so changed my life.  Yesterday at this time I had been a normal
housewife new to the job and just beginning to find out what needed to
be done, now I was Frank’s sex slave and Sarah was about to move in
with us! I assumed that as she and Frank both worked I would end up
being housewife to both of them.  It was obvious I was going to be sex
slave to both of them.  They were far more conversant  with all this
than I was.   For a moment I felt resentful but then I remembered how
both Frank and Sarah had made absolutely certain that I got off on all
this and that I got pleasure out of it. I remembered how many
shattering orgasms had rocked my body over the last twelve hours and
the resentment slipped away to be replaced with a warm feeling of well
being. and a new thought, “If I was going to spend so much time tied
up as Sarah predicted, I wouldn’t have that much time for housework,
so Sarah would have to do her share.  After all, being tied to a bed
all day could be classed as work!”

I lay there for some time waiting.  From time to time I had to move a
little to try to change my position a little to relieve some of the
tension.  I didn’t have much room for movement pulled tight as I was
by all the ropes pulling in so many different directions, but I did
manage, by pulling against a particular set to at least move some of
my muscles so that I didn’t get cramp.  It also gave me something to
do while I waited .... and waited ...... and waited.   Next time,
because I knew there would be a next time, I determined that I would
insist that they at least left me some music to listen to, or the
radio on, or  the TV or even, if push came to shove, a video like the
one Frank had put on last night when he had me hog-tied in front of
the settee.  In fact, tied up like this, maybe that would be a good
idea, it would help to warm me up for what ever might follow!!

Sarah had tied me to the bed at 10.45.  It was 12.30 by the time Frank
arrived home.  He came straight up stairs and stood at the door and
looked at me.

“Beautiful, absolutely beautiful” he said.  “Sexy and beautiful, my
little sex slave. I love the way your best parts are so readily
available in that outfit.  Knowing you were lying here waiting for me
has kept me hard as a rock all morning.  Sarah rang me to tell me that
she had been over.”  He walked into the room as he talked, shedding
his clothes on the way.  “She tells me you’re really hot stuff and
that she enjoyed fucking about with you this morning before getting
you ready for me.”  He sat down on the bed, leaned down and kissed me
thoroughly, his hand going to my yawning cunt, his fingers sinking
into my softness his thumb playing with my already aroused clitoris.
His tongue entered my mouth in rhythm with his fingers in my cunt.
After a moment he stopped kissing me but continued frigging me. “She
tells me that she found you naked and tied into the spreader bar.  You
must have put that on yourself then?” he questioned.  I nodded in the
affirmative, not speaking, just concentrating on the pleasure I was
deriving from the ministration of his fingers.  “She tells me that
she hog-tied you and fucked you with a vibrator after she nipple
clamped you. And she tells me you enjoyed it and came several times.
She tells me that you have also agreed that she can move in with us.”  

I hadn’t agreed that Sarah could move in but then neither had I
disagreed. I had nodded when she said that she would see me tonight
and murmured OK so Sarah must have decided that I had accepted her
suggestion.  I didn’t disagree with him.  I quite liked the idea of
Sarah living with us, after all, she was the one who had made it
possible for me to find myself this way, it more ways than one.  In
addition she knew me very well and what I liked and didn’t like.  I
trusted her and I now knew that I also wanted her sexually.  So the
idea of Sarah living with us turned me on.  I wondered where she would
be sleeping most.  We had a king size bed, easily large enough to
accommodate three for love making, but I didn’t think that we would
be sharing that when it came to sleeping.  We also had two guest
rooms, both with double beds so there were alternatives which we would
have to explore, but enough of that later. Right now Frank was
demanding my full attention.
 He climbed onto the bed and knelt above my head.  He leaned forward
so that his prick was dangling in my face.  He stretched himself over
me so that he could take my clitoris into his mouth.  I lifted my head
slightly and took his balls into my mouth and began to play gently
with them with my teeth and tongue. I could have taken his prick into
my mouth, and I had been tempted to do so momentarily, but then
decided against it.  I didn’t want him to come until he’d serviced
me properly.  All that foreplay earlier with Sarah had made me very
desirous of his prick in my cunt, buried to the hilt with his balls
banging against my tender flesh as he ended his stroke into me.  So I
concentrated my attention on his balls, knowing that this would please
him, but hopefully, would not result in him ejaculating prematurely
down my throat instead of into my cunt.

I was enjoying his attentions and I was thrusting my hips up towards
him as much as I could in the tight bondage.  The movement I achieved
wasn’t much but he was aware of it.  I could tell by the twitching of
his prick against my face. 

He was nipping gently at my clitoris as his fingers continued to pump
rhythmically in and out of my wet folds making soft sucking noises.  I
was beginning to grunt a little as his ministrations pushed me up
towards the crest.  I wanted him to stop and replace his fingers with
his prick, but at the same time I wanted him to continue for I was
truly enjoying myself.  What a dilemma to be in.  Which ever choice he
made I would have pleasure.  If it wasn’t for his balls in my mouth I
might have been tempted to call out to him to fuck me.  I didn’t,
instead I sucked harder on his bag, tapping the hard skin in my mouth
with the tip of my tongue.  Then I hit my peak and my mouth jerked
open as the effect of the explosion flowed through me and I
practically screamed with ecstasy.  My whole body went rigid against
the bonds that held me to the bed, as I spasmed uncontrollably in my
climax.  I knew that I must be spurting my cum into his face which was
still buried between my legs but I didn’t care. I could only feel and
I felt as if the world had just shattered into a thousand incandescent
pieces. It was glorious in its majesty.

When I came down from cloud 12 (He’d blown me much higher than cloud
9!) it was to see him kneeling between my legs, leaning on his hands
which were placed on either side of my waist. He was waiting until I
was with him before he moved on to the stage that we had been building
up to.

“Do you want me to fuck you’re cunt, slave?” He asked me in a
commanding voice.  He was giving the impression that he was giving me
a choice but we both new the reality was that I had no choice, even if
I said no I was in no position to stop him if he decided to go ahead
anyway.  Not that any of that mattered at the moment, I was
terrifyingly conscious that all I was at the moment was a sex object
and I actually didn’t mind, in fact I was glorying in that fact.  I
was also glorying in the fact that I was the object of all his
passion.

“Yes, Master I whispered. “Please fuck my cunt master.  Please fuck
me hard, I need you so much I am bursting. Please fuck me now. Don’t
make me wait, Master.” I had fallen into the role he wanted me to
play with no hesitation.  It seemed so natural.

He obliged thrust himself hard into me until he was buried deep into
my moist body.  His balls rapped against the sensitive strip between
my stretched open legs, causing me to gasp at the delightful sensation
this induced. He slowly pumped in and out of my heated centre seeming
to pull my soul out with each outward stroke and then to push it right
back into my body with the inward stroke.  The rocking movement
required for this action stroked his pelvic bone against my already
highly sensitive clitoris, ensuring that the tide of desire would rise
again. He leaned down and took my left nipple gently but firmly
between his teeth and with each outward stroke leaned backwards
stretching my breast upwards, then with each inward stroke he leaned
forward releasing the pressure on my breast as he did so.  He
continued this way for several moments, watching me to see my
reaction.  I found that the twin sensations blended well together
keeping my mind concentrated on those parts of my body with which he
was taking and giving pleasure.  I rose again to another  peak, my
climax coming over me in slow waves, each wave causing my cuntal
muscles to contract as much as they were able in my wide spread
position.  If I hadn’t been spread so wide, I would have been able to
grip his pinus and extract his climax from him, as it was the muscle
spasm within my cunt only served to massage his pinus into greater
rigidity, much to his obvious pleasure.  He continued his piston
strokes gradually speeding up, each thrust helping to stoke my climax
to a higher fever pitch.

Frank stiffened, thrusting himself hard into me as he reached his own
climax.  The force of his entry lifted my lower body up from the bed
to the full extent of the ropes’ elasticity. I pressed upwards with
all my force to ensure that his penetration was complete.  Our
combined explosion had enough power, I felt certain, to light up the
whole city.  It was glorious.

When he had recovered from his climax he climbed off the bed and
retired to the shower where he cleansed himself prior to returning to
work. I was his lunchtime break, now he was going to return to his
daily toil.  While he was in the shower I lay there on the bed still
strung tight, with his cum and mine mingled seeping out from me and
pooling on the bed between my wide spread legs.  He hadn’t even
bothered to wipe me down.

He came out of the shower room and gathered together his fallen
clothing which he pitched into the linen basket.  He selected clean
clothes and dressed in preparation for his return to work.

“Sarah will be back shortly to clean you up. I’ll be back later.”
With that cryptic comment he bent down and gave me a thorough kiss,
fondling my breast as he did so. Then left!

My first day in bondage ended just after 4. p.m. when Sarah returned
to release me.  I had slept  after Frank left despite the restriction
of the bondage, physically drained from all the activity.  The 18
hours previous had seen me involved in the most intense sexual
activity of my whole life.  I had climaxed more times within that
short period than I had in any previous week, possibly even month
before.  If this could be repeated I would be ecstatic.  I wondered if
it ever would though.  I remembered when I had first started to go
with Frank, we’d had some pretty mind blowing sex then, too, but it
had eventually slowed down as we got to know each other.  Maybe this
time, though it would be different, for it seemed that his intentions
were that it wouldn’t just be the two of us.  May be the inclusion of
others in our sex life would help to keep the novelty alive.

While I slept I dreamt the most erotic dreams I had ever had.  I
dreamt I was Sleeping Beauty, tied to a large Royal bed while a long
line of possible suitors lined up, cocks rampant, to take  their turn
to try to awaken me, not with the fairy tale kiss, but by fucking my
wide spread body.  Each of the princes climbed naked onto the bed
between my thighs and fucked my unresponsive body until they came  The
royal princes were forbidden to allow their semen to enter my body so
they withdrew at the last moment splattering my body with their cum.
None of them were successful in awakening me.   Then at the end of the
queue there appeared a pantomime prince, a beautiful young woman
dressed in tight sweater top and shiny shorts.  When she reached the
head of the queue she climbed onto the bed, licked my body clean of
all the accumulated male semen then proceeded to suck at my clitoris.
The result was inevitable. I awoke my body pressing upwards towards
her tongue to find, of course, that Sarah was kneeling naked between
my legs paying homage to my centre of ecstasy!!

Sarah realised I was now awake and looked up at me and smiled.

“Isn’t this a nice way to wake up?” she asked me.   “I love it
when it happens to me.”  I made a mental note to return the
compliment if the opportunity offered, which I felt certain it would.

“Now lets enjoy ourselves, “ she said to me with a huge smile on her
face.

With that she moved to place herself in a 69 position above my bound
body so that I could service her in the same way she was servicing me,
except that she had an advantage, she could use her hands to assist
whilst I could only use my tongue and mouth.  Quickly I discovered
that she had a second advantage, free as she was she could choose to
lift her head away from my body to allow the natural art of breathing,
my face was buried in her slit by the very fact that Sarah was
practically lying across my face. The little freedom of movement I had
meant that Sarah had total control over everything that happened.  My
struggles to move my face so that I could breath added to Sarah’s
pleasure simply by the fact of where my face was!!!  Being a woman she
knew well what would be most effective in bring me off.  It didn’t
need much. The erotic dreams I had awoken from already had me lit up.
Her tongue working together with her fingers quickly brought me to a
spurting climax.  She drank my cum, then lifted herself off my face
and proceeded to calmly release me.

We shared a shower together giggling as we talked about the day. Sarah
then asked if it was OK for her to move in.  I told her that there was
nothing I would like more, after all she was my best friend and the
one who had introduced both Frank and I to bondage which had made such
a spectacular change to my life over the last two days.  I wanted more
of what I had been getting these last two days.  I had never been
fucked more soundly, never cum so hard, nor been made love to by a
woman before in the way that I had in the last two days.  I was hot
for more of the same.  

When we had completed our shower we got dressed in jeans and tee
shirts to do the necessary work to prepare the one of the spare
bedrooms for Sarah to move in to.  That didn’t require too much work,
I kept it ready for any visitors that Frank might bring home from
work, which he had occasionally done.  I wondered now if the next time
he brought a friend home from work whether he would let him fuck me
while I was tied up.  I found that the thought excited me beyond
reason.  Never before today had I had thoughts of being fucked by
another man but Sarah’s descriptions of what went on at her office
and the bondage club had firmly implanted the possibility in my mind
and it had taken root in the fertile ground it found there.

Afterwards we went over to the flat Sarah had been sharing with Kathy
from her office.  I helped her to pack a case with clothes for the
next couple of days and we agreed that we would come back the
following day with boxes from the supermarket to load up the rest of
her things.  When we had packed a suitcase with the normal clothes
that Sarah would need, she pulled out a second case and opened a large
drawer under her bed from which she began to take a number of items
which fascinated me.  The first was a set of nine buckled straps
attached together by a number of linked chains. “This is a spreader
set,” she told me, “The straps are fastened around your ankles,
thighs, wrist and upper arms, and the last one goes around you’re
neck.  The chains can be attached in various ways, short to  keep you
in a tight hog-tie, long to allow you to work.  I’ve even been hung
from the ceiling at the bondage club by them.  I was pulled into a
tight hog-tie and the hook was attached into the gathered chains at
the small of my back and the just hoisted me up.  I was just at the
right height for the guys to stand in front of me so that I could suck
their cocks.  I was also just at the right height to be fucked by
anyone standing behind me.  I tell you, its something to be fucked
while you’re swinging from the ceiling!!”  I was getting hot
thinking about it!

Sarah had filled her suitcase with all the bondage sets that she had
collected.  The last item she pulled from the drawer however she did
not pack but left it on the bed.  She then ordered me to strip.  I did
so my eyes on the item she had left on the bed.  She had turned to the
table behind her and picked up a shaker of powder which she shook into
the rubber cat suit.  she then greased the two dildos situated in the
crotch.  The suit had a zip which ran from the rear above the ass to
the neck for ease of dressing but otherwise it looked as if it would
fit like a second skin.  I sat down on the edge of the bed and Sarah
knelt down in front of me to help me to get the suit on. The powder
helped the rubber to slip over my skin.  It was a lot easier to put on
then I thought.  The soft rubber stretched quite easily up my legs and
snapped comfortable back into position.  When we got to the crotch
Sarah firmly, but gently inserted the butt plug first, then after
giving my clit a good sucking to bring it to full attention, she
slipped in the front dildo into my cunt and pulled the suit up my
body. The seat and  bodice had cut outs for my ass cheeks and breasts,
which Sarah eased through the holes.  The dividing strip between my
ass cheeks forced them apart and out through the rubber, the rubber
ring around the breast cut outs compressed the base of my breasts just
as had the rope breast bondage the night before pulling the skin of my
breasts tight. She helped me to slip my arms into the sleeves and then
went behind me to draw up the zip from the cleft of my ass to the
neck.  My body was now tightly clasped in the grip of the rubber suit.
It was a strange, yet pleasant sensation.  I looked in the full length
mirror that Sarah had on the door of her wardrobe.  The black rubber
exaggerated the curves of my body especially the nip of my waist and
the thrust of my ass and breasts. Standing sideways on the black of
the rubber gave stark outline to the pink of my exposed ass and
breasts.  

Sarah pulled my arms behind me and tied my wrists together and then my
arms above my elbows, causing my breasts to push firmly forward.  She
reached into one of her drawers and came out with the final touch,
nipple clamps joined by a fine chain which she proceeded to apply. She
threw my clothes into a carrier and told me that I would be travelling
back to the house as I was!  Thank God that Sarah had a private garage
and her own car.  Then she shocked me by picking up the phone and
ordering a taxi!!! I protested volubly, so she pulled out a strap from
her case which had a ball in the middle and proceeded to gag me.  I
didn’t resist, I quiet licked the idea of travelling like this, it
turned me on the idea that some stranger would be treated to a sight
of my partly naked body.  I wondered if Frank and Sarah would invite
him in when we got home and make me suck him off instead of paying his
fare.  He wouldn’t be able to fuck me but I could service him. It
would be easy enough for them to remove my gag.  I hoped so but now I
was gagged I couldn’t suggest it.

Sarah changed out of the jeans and T shirt she had been wearing and
pulled on a black leather dress which made her look absolutely
fabulous.  It was halter necked with some kind of internal support
which pushed her breasts up and made them look larger than they
actually were. The bra was half cup and her nipples showed clearly
above the edge, in fact when I looked closer, I saw that they rested
in little v cutouts in the edge of the cup. There were two little
strings in the front of each cup which she tied around the base of
each nipple!! The waist was shaped and had a wide belt which she
buckled tightly.  The skirt was short, finishing just below her
crotch.  I was sure that if she bent down it would rise above her
bottom. She wore no panties so  her cunt was naked. She pulled on
thigh boots made of soft leather which conformed to the shape of her
legs.  There were straps around the tops which she quickly fastened.
Then she hooked her finger in the chain linking my breasts  and gently
led me to the door to await the taxi. 

The taxi arrived.  The driver stopped in the street outside the door.
He climbed out an came forward to knock on the door.  He looked like
any other taxi driver.  He was handsome in a rugged kind of way.
Sarah opened the door to his knock.  He took her in his arms and
kissed her very thoroughly, his left hand cupping her cunt. she
positively purred.  Well at least the taxi driver wasn’t a total
stranger, I didn’t know him but Sarah certainly did.

When he finished kissing Sarah, he turned to me.  “Nice face, I love
the way the gag improves the lines.  Nice tits.” He fondled my
breasts. “Love the rubber casing.” His hands smoothed down  my body
and around to my protruding ass cheeks. “Nice ass, needs a little
warming up though.”  He slapped my ass a couple of times. “I’m
going to enjoy you, cunt,” he told me.  “Frank tells me you’re in
the club, now.  That means, like Sarah and Kathy, you’re now
available to the group.  Frank will be introducing you officially on
Friday.  In the meantime, enjoy yourself. I can’t wait.  You look
like you’ll be a good fuck.”  I was shocked at Frank’s callousness
in making me communal property, but some how it fit in with the slave
image I had begun to build for myself in my mind.

He turned around and proceeded us to the taxi where Sarah helped me to
climb in to the rear compartment.  She sat me in the bucket seat in
the front of the compartment and strapped me in.  she then sat on the
long leather seat at the rear of the compartment facing me. She lifted
her foot and rested it in my crotch, pressing the toe of her boot
under me so that she could apply a little leverage to help the dildo
press deeper into my cunt.  She rocked her foot, watching my face as
she did so.  My eyes lowered to her crotch to watch her hand as she
played with herself as the taxi drove through the twon to mou house.
The taxi driver had gone into Sarah’s apartment and collected the two
cases which he put into the trunk then got into the front and drove
off.  He took the long route to our house, driving through the busiest
part of town.  I found myself getting quite excited at the possibility
that total strangers might look into the car and see these two
strangely dressed, half naked women in the throes of sexual activity.

It took about fifteen to twenty minutes for the journey to our house.
All that time Sarah continued to play with herself and to rock her
foot under my crotch.  By the time we reached the house we were both
well warmed up.

The taxi dropped us off at the end of the street.  We were going to
walk down my street to my house, half naked, strangely dressed, and me
with my arms tied behind me and my naked breasts adorned by nipple
clamps joined together by a chain which Sarah was gently tugging to
ensure that I followed her whether I wanted to or not.  My naked ass
felt even more naked as I was paraded publicly down my own street for
all my neighbours to see me in my new servitude.  I was horrified and
would have cried out in protest if it hadn’t been for the ball gag
stretching my lips apart in a wide grimace.  I had been turned on by
the idea of a some stranger seeing me like this, I found I was even
more turned on by the idea that my neighbours might be looking out of
their windows to see me walking down the street like this.  I imagined
what I would do if that hunk from number 8 saw me.  Would he take it
as a signal to come round when Frank was out to see if I was tied up
at home.  I imagined him coming in through the kitchen door to find me
tied naked and spread bent back over the kitchen table, naked and with
my legs open in invitation, my cunt on the edge of the table just at
the right height for him to stick his big prick into.  I was getting
very hot at this dream.  What was I coming to, three days ago I would
no more have imagined myself being fucked by another man than I would
have imagined myself conducting the Philimonic Orchestra.  Now here I
was not only imaging it but , I suddenly realised, that what I was
imaging could even happen!! That thought had me cuming there on the
street.  I stopped walking because I couldn’t walk another step, my
body was ridged with the power of my sudden climax.  Sarah looked
back, saw my face, realised what was happening and grinned
delightedly. 

She waited patiently until I got myself under control enough to
continue the, thankfully, short walk now to the house. I was now a
little embarrassed at my conduct.  I was like a bitch on heat, so
blatant was I becoming  in my sexual arousal.  I seemed to be getting
excited so very easily now.  Bondage seemed to have removed all my
inhibitions. 

We got to the house and Sarah opened the door and led me in.  She
closed the door, turned removed the ball gag, took me in her arms and
kissed me thoroughly, her hands clasping my ass cheeks, squeezing the
flesh hard as her tongue played a merry tune in my mouth. I enjoyed
her kiss.  I was beginning to get used to the idea that I must be
bi-sexual or something, the way I was reacting to Sarah.  I had the
usual adolescent fantasies about other girls but my main preoccupation
had always been with the lads in my class.  It was the lads around
whom I weaved my sexual dreams.  Now I was finding that I could be and
in fact was turned on by Sarah, who had been my best friend for years,
but who had never made any sexual advances to me before Frank had tied
me up. Now here we were in a very sexual embrace which I was enjoying
far more than I would ever have expected.

Sarah left me there tightly secured in the stocks, my ass red from the
spanking, my nipples extended by the weight dangling from the chain
joining the nipple clamps, my ass and cunt filled with hard rubber and
my mouth distended by the ball gag.  My arms drawn above me the way
they were soon caused my shoulder muscles to ache with the strain
imposed on them adding to the two other areas of gentle pain.  I could
only wait and contemplate my fate.  Positioned as I was I couldn’t
even bend my knees, for to do so put an intolerable pressure on my
arms.  So I just had to stand there bent at the waist, my legs spread
and my naked ass cheeks protruding from the rubber of the body suit,
their globes separated by the thick rubber strip which held the dildos
firmly in place in my body. The soft latex clung to my skin and I
sweated gently.   I could see myself on the screen of my imagination
just as I must look to anyone who might enter this playroom which
Frank and his friends had built secretly in the attic of our house.
The picture that I could see in my mind’s eye was so vivid that it
was keeping me turned on.  That and all the enlarged photographs of me
and Sarah in sexual bondage which were pasted to the walls in front of
my eyes.  I moved my head as much as I was able to contemplate the
various pictures.  I wondered how many others would join the photo
gallery over the next few weeks.  How many would be of me being fucked
by men other than my husband?  Would all the men I could see in the
pictures who had fucked Sarah whilst she was in bondage get to do the
same to me?  I hoped so!!!  Up to now there had only been one man in
my life, but I had fantasised over others.  Now I looked as if I would
get to live out those fantasises.   

Sarah left me there for what seemed like hours.  When she returned she
wasn’t alone. Frank and another man I had not previously met were
with her.  I blushed to know that I was being viewed in this sexually
submissive position by a total stranger. He came over to get a closer
look while Frank led Sarah over to the centre of the room in front of
me.

She was now totally naked except for rings through her pierced
nipples, bellybutton and clit and labia lips.  These rings were joined
together by a network of fine chains.  She was also wearing a leather
collar in the front of which was a large ring through which the chain
ran linking to the nipple rings.  The chains which ran through the
cunt rings ran on to end at rings let into the  leather of her thigh
cuffs.  Her arms were strapped behind her and a chain ran from the
clit ring, between her legs to end in the metal link between the wrist
cuffs.  She made a pretty sight with her wonderfully trim figure
adorned by this tracery of fine chain, leather and rings.  The outfit
was finished off with a wide leather waist belt which was cinched as
tight as it could comfortably(?) go which made her waist very trim.
She was now wearing knee length form fitting leather boots with heels
that must have been 6 or 7 inches high.  Frank led her over to stand
beneath one of the hanging pulleys from which dangled a rope with a
metal spring catch on the end which he lowered behind her and hooked
into the link between the wrist cuffs.  He turned her to face me then
set the small electric motor to tighten the rope and pull her arms
upwards, forcing her to bend like me.  In addition this pulling
tightened the chain which ran between her legs and back to her clit
ring.  This pulled her clit into a tight fleshy cone and back between
her legs, which looked very painful to me. Frank went to a cabinet let
into one of the walls and came back with a rod of wood from the ends
of which dangles a couple of leather straps.  He knelt behind Sarah
and fastened her ankles into the straps.  She was now standing bent
well forward with her legs held spread well apart by the wooden rod.

Frank stood up and walked over to a walk in closet where he removed
his clothes and hung them up behind the door.  He then stood looking
at us, his cock standing proudly to attention, contemplating, I was
certain, which of us he was going to fuck.  He chose to come over to
me and remove the ball gag.  Having done so he took a firm hold of my
hair and placed his cock against my lips.  I opened them and took him
into my mouth.  I closed my lips around his the bulb of his firm rod
and played my tongue against the hole in its end.  He sighed gently,
leaned forward over the headboard and took my breasts in his hand,
playing with the nipples, tugging gently at the clamps so that the
weight swung backwards and forwards beneath my body. “That’s it,
bitch, suck your master’s cock.  Make me nice and wet so that I can
fuck your friend’s ass.  You can watch me fuck her.  She loves to get
it in the ass. You will, too.  Ted (The Hunk from No 8) and Wendy will
be over soon.  I’ve promised him he can fuck you tonight.  He watched
you walk down the street.  You made him as hard as a rock.  Wendy is
one of us you know.  You excited him so much he’s fucking her now.
She sucked us both till we were hard after you had entered the house
then we tied her to the coffee table in their lounge. We bent her
backwards over the table with her arms tied along her lower legs.  I
told her she could come over later and fuck you too, She swings both
ways, and likes to fuck women with a double ended strap on dildo.  It
has one end which she stuffs in her own cunt and the other end she
loves to stuff into a cunt or an ass. She loves to stuff it into male
asses.  We have some guys who are slaves, you know.  You might like to
see her giving one of the guys a good ass fucking. She likes a good
ass fucking herself, but she also loves to fuck ass. So she’ll be
over later to fuck you.  That’s of course if we go back and untie her
from the coffee table.”  All the time he was talking to me he was
moving his cock backwards and forwards in my mouth. Sarah was moaning
as she watched us.  She was very obviously turned on by watch us, and
by what she though Frank would be doing to her soon.

His sexy talk was making me hot and the tugging of the weight on my
nipples was having a decidedly erotic effect on me too.  I found
myself clenching my ass and cunt muscles over the rubber dildos,
milking them as if they were real and could splatter my insides with
creamy cum.  I found myself wishing that they could.  How I would love
to feel the hard thrusting of a man’s organ in my ass right now,
spewing its sweet contents into the receptacle of my anal cavity. My
nose was filled with the sexy smell of Frank’s deodorant which he
must have sprayed over his crotch area.  I never knew men did that as
well as women.  I could taste the salty, tangy taste of cum on his
prick.  I wondered if perhaps he had already availed himself of
Sarah’s always ready cunt before bringing her upstairs.  I wouldn’t
be at all surprised if he had done so, the randy bastard. 

Each thrust of his cock had gone deeper into my mouth until I was now
taking the whole of it, so much that its head was going deep into my
throat and I was finding that I was having to concentrate on subduing
the desire to gag.  Now that the whole of his cock was wet he withdrew
and walked over until he was behind Sarah. He turned he so that she
was sideways on so that I would be able to see the action. Then
locking his gaze on mine,  he grabbed hold of her hips and rammed his
cock hard up into her ass lifting her feet of the floor with the
impact. He leaned back and then began to piston in and out slowly in
such a way as to allow me to see his cock as it moved in and out of
her body.   Sarah looked across to me her eyes slightly glazed and
unfocused but wanting to share her pleasure with me. Each movement of
his cock into her body jerked on the chain which was attached to the
clit ring.  she must really be feeling something from that alone.

I watched as my husband fucked my best friend in the ass, glad that I
had already had the pleasure of him in my body already and
anticipating the upcoming visit from Ted and Wendy when my body would
be the centre of attention. As I watched Frank’s eye’s moved briefly
to a point in the upper corner of the room.  I followed his gaze and
saw that he had set up a video camera to record what happened in his
bondage play room.  I looked around and spotted two other cameras.  I
wondered if there was a fourth behind me, zeroed in on my naked
bottom.  I wriggled about trying to get a look over my shoulder, but
was unable to do so as the stocks held me pretty firmly in place.
Frank had not spared any expense in setting up this play room.  I
wondered whether he would sell the resulting videos.  I was sure that
there must be a lucrative market out there some where for them.  I bet
they would sell for quite a bit of money. A nice lucrative side line
for us to supplement our wages.  I liked the idea of becoming a porn
star. 

My attention came back to the two heaving bodies in front of me.
Frank was reaching his peak and would be coming soon.  I could
identify the signs.  He was pumping more rapidly, his head was thrown
back and his eyes were closed, his breath was coming in short hard
gasps and his legs were tight with tension as he buried himself deeper
into Sarah’s body with each upward thrust.  Sarah was also noisily
reaching her climax, screaming at him,  “Fuck me harder, you prick.
Shove it in, you bastard!  Make me cum, make me cum. Give it to me
baby. That’s it. Deeper, deeper. Fuck me. Bastard. Fuck me.
Bastard.” Her voice rising in volume on each shout, each word or
phrase punctuated by the wet slap of his balls hitting her cunt lips.
He had matched his rhythm to her shouted exaltations. Sarah always had
been a noisy, demonstrative lover as long as I had known her.  Sarah
screamed, almost deafening me with the power of her voice as she went
thundering over the top.  Her whole body spasmed with the force of her
climax.  Frank held still standing with his cock buried in her to its
fullest depth whilst she jerked around in her ecstacy.  If it hadn’t
been for the firm hold he had on her hips I felt certain sure that she
would have pulled her arms out of her sockets with the violence of the
spasmodic reaction.  Amazingly, Frank did not come himself,  possibly
because he had already had several marathon sex sessions already
today. 

Sarah eventually quietened, at which time Frank pulled himself away
from her and went to the pulley rope and gently lowered her down.  She
sank face forward onto the floor, almost unconscious from the violence
of her climax.  Frank left her there to recover, went to a door at the
far end of the room which I observed as he opened it led to a shower
room.  He quickly showered, taking care to ensure that his cock was
thoroughly cleansed, went over to the closet, dressed and went out of
the room, leaving the two of us in our respective bondage, to
contemplate the forth coming attractions.  At least I would do so, I
wasn’t so sure Sarah was particularly interested at the moment, but I
was certain that eventually she would recover enough to pay attention
again.  

I felt I couldn’t wait for Ted and Wendy to arrive to take care of my
pleasure, but of course, due to my current position, I had no choice
but to wait.  I hoped they wouldn’t be too long! 

Frank left me and Sarah bent into our respective bondage positions for
about 45 minutes after he had fucked Sarah’s ass whilst I watched.
During that time we talked, at least we did once Sarah had recovered
sufficiently to do so.  We talked about how we felt about each other,
about what I had felt me as I watched my best friend being fucked by
my own husband, and Sarah about how knowing that I was watching had
increased her enjoyment.  I told her that the next time I would make
sure that she was the one watching and that I would be the one getting
fucked.  She told me that she would love to suck my cunt whilst Frank
was fucking my ass and that she would love to have me do the same for
her.  She told me how she loved having her bottom smacked, especially
when she was tied up.  I told her that I would make sure that Frank
gave her good spanking the next time her ass was in the air.  I asked
her when and where she had gotten her nipples, belly button clitoris
and cunt lips pierced.  She told me that her boss at the agency had
insisted and had arranged it for her.  She had been without sex for a
week whilst the punctures healed.  She told me that he liked to put a
padlock through the rings in her cunt lips and clitoris so that her
honey pot was sealed from entry by anyone else.  He had even made her
wear the lock to and from the office.  Of course, when her rings were
locked like that she had not been able to wear panties under her
dress.  So the excitement had been doubled as she had walked the
streets and  ridden the subway.  He had added an extra refinement to
that a couple of days previously.  She had gone to work that morning
in a wrap around skirt, because she liked the way that one side or
other would slip whilst she was sitting on her typing stool, revealing
lots of leg.  It was even possible to allow it to fall open in such
away as to reveal glimpses of her panty crotch.  Her boss had loved
this and had made her remove her pants,  He had then locked the rings
and had attached a two foot chain with a little weight attached to the
end.  He had then had her parade up and down the office watching the
weight swing backwards and forward between her legs, nudging her skirt
open on the forward sweep.  He had sent her on several errands which
required her to walk down the busy town centre street with this weight
swinging between her legs.  She had gotten very excited because of
this.  Late in the afternoon her boss had called her into his office
and had tied her on her back to the long, leather bench in his office
still fully dressed, and had carefully arranged her skirt so that it
draped away from her waist, accentuating her lower body, and had
fucked her merrily. He had then given her the body chains and she had
worn them for the rest of the day. She told me that he had a butt plug
with a ring in the end which also formed part of the set. She had worn
that too.  He had taken her ten pin bowling that evening wearing it
under her sweater top and micro mini skirt.  Each time she had bowled
she had felt the tug of the chains against their anchor points.  She
had been so aroused that she had begged him to fuck her as soon as
they were back in the car, but he had just smiled and tied her into
the seat and had made her wait until he had taken her back to his
house, where his partner had been waiting to join in the fun. She had
been most royally fucked by both of them, before being sent home in a
taxi, complete with body chains.  He had not removed the chains until
she got into the office the following day.

Frank came back and released us and told us to shower and prepare
ourselves for the visitors who would be arriving shortly.  We went to
the shower together, on the way Sarah grabbed something from the top
of a cabinet as we passed.  It was a set of handcuffs.  When we got
into the shower room she snapped the cuffs on my wrists and looped
them over a hook set in the roof of the shower stall, obviously for
this very reason.  She didn’t turn on the shower but proceeded to
soap me all over with shower gel. She started from my shoulders and
worked down to my breasts, where she spent a considerable amount of
time massaging the gel into a lather, then down my belly to my cunt,
then from behind from my shoulders and worked her way down to my
backside, massaging the shower gel to a lather all down my back.  When
she got to my bottom she spent an extra amount of time rubbing the gel
into a lather over my backside.  Then she did something which startled
me, she coned her fingers, and using the shower gel as lubricant
gently forced her hand into me.  I looked over my shoulder and watched
it slide up my anal cavity until her whole hand disappeared up into my
ass.  I felt painfully full and my body wanted to expel the invader.
I had to force myself to relax.  I was afraid yet very excited. Having
entered my back channel she proceeded to enter my cunt in the same
way. I was now “on the prongs of a dilemma” so to speak.  She
grinned up at me.  “Better get used to the feeling, you’re going to
spend many hours now with both of these cavities filled, one way or
another. I love it when I’m filled “fore and aft” as the sailor
boys say. I love it even better when I have a nice hard cock or clit
to suck on as well.” I grinned back, relaxing even further, enjoying
this new invasion of my body.  I was amazed that it was possible for
me to take both her hands in my body like this.  I would never have
dreamed it was possible until now that I had seen it with my own eyes
and watched it happen to my own body. 

Sarah slowly withdrew her fists from my body, stepped back and turned
on the shower.  She rinsed off her hands and then watched my squirming
around as I rinsed off all the shower gel.   I had just enough freedom
to move around to allow the water to rinse off without having to ask
for any more assistance.  

When I had finished rinsing off, Sarah released the handcuffs and
helped me out of the shower.  I quickly dried my self on the large
fluffy bath sheet that she had given to me and then followed her from
the shower room, out from the attic and into my bedroom where Frank
had lade out the clothes that he wanted us to wear to greet our
guests.

For me he had laid out a black peep hole satin play suit over which I
was to wear a see through white blouse and harem trousers.  The harem
trousers had no crotch either so I was naked there.  I was also to
wear a set of leather straps at neck, upper arms, wrists, waist, upper
thighs and ankles. These straps had spring loaded D rings set into
them.  These would be used later I guessed as anchors for putting me
quickly into bondage.

He had laid out a long, leather sheath which Sarah told me was an arm
binder. Sarah removed the chain set and I helped her to put on the arm
binder.  It required her to put her hands together behind her back.
The sleeve was then strapped together around her arms and I then laced
it together.  She insisted that I pull each loop as tight as possible.
By the time I had gotten to the very top, and tied it off, her arms
were pulled sharply together and her shoulders pulled well back.  At
the top of the arm sheath there were two straps which went over her
shoulders.  These were designed to cross between her naked breasts and
then they went around her back where they went through a loop in the
sleeve, then back around her waist where they buckled together.  There
was a third strap which went from the gloved end of the sleeve which I
pulled up between her legs and this buckled into the junction of the
other straps at the waist.    This strap was quite wide and would need
to be unfastened before anyone could fuck either of her lower holes,
The remaining item on the bed was a tray.  This tray had two leather
straps attached to two of the corners and two chains attached to the
other corners.  Sarah grinned and told me that she was to be the
waitress for the evening.  She told me that the two straps were to go
around her waist and the two chains would be clipped into her nipple
rings!  Then whoever served the drinks would put the glasses on the
tray and she would deliver them to the recipients!   It was something
that she often did when at the Club.  Then, of course, she wouldn’t
be wearing an arm sheath, she would be naked, generally her hands
would be strapped together high up between her shoulder blades,
leaving all her body available for the pleasure of the Club patrons.
She giggled as she told me that if she spilled any drinks she would be
punished.   I asked her what the punishment was.  She laughed and said
“Depends on who was in charge, but they can be very inventive. I
spent the whole of one Saturday evening hanging upside down over a
rubber paddling pool in the front of a small stage near the toilets
and any one who wanted too was aloud to come and stand on the stage
and piss all over me.   You would be surprised how many did so.   Many
of the masters came over but they really  enjoyed sending their women
slaves especially, to come and piss on me.   That was the most
humiliating thing that has ever happened to me and I can tell you
I’ve been very careful since.  I’ve learned to control my natural
reactions when someone has me stand by his table and wanks me for the
amusement of his guests whilst I’m carrying a full tray.”  

Frank called us to go down.  He wanted to check us out before his
guests arrived.  He checked us over, running his hands over both over
us.  He told us that there were to be several guests not just Ted and
Wendy but also Sarah’s boss Ewan who was the Master of the Roles at
The Club, but also another couple who were friends of ours, Ted and
Lois.  Frank told me that Lois had only just been introduced to
bondage, just like me, and so Frank had invited them both so that Lois
could see that there were others into the scene.  

Frank told us that when the others arrived he would open the door,
Sarah would be standing next to him with the drinks on the tray for
the masters to take and I would be kneeling to greet the masters and
their slaves with a genital kiss.  I asked what he meant by that and
he told me that I would greet our guests by sucking cock and cunt, as
appropriate.  

The first ring came on the door bell.  Sarah and I followed Frank into
the entrance hall.  Sarah went to stand beside the hall stand where
our guests would hang their out door coats.  Frank placed me in the
centre of the hallway facing the front door and gently pushed me down
to my knees.   When he was satisfied he opened the door to greet our
first guests.  He paused for a moment before opening the door and
looked deep into my eyes and smiled to see how aroused I was by the
idea of kneeling better than naked, ready to suck cock and cunt at his
instruction.

He opened the door to admit Ted and Lois. Ted led Lois into the house
and presented her to Frank who took her in his arms and kissed her
thoroughly.  She was wearing a long cloak which did not appear to have
any arm holes.  When he had finished kissing her, Frank removed the
cloak.  Her arms were tied with ropes behind her back at wrists and
above her elbows, her breasts were bound tight and her nipples stood
out proud. Apart from the ropes she was totally naked. Frank led the
couple over to Sarah where Ted took one of the glasses from the tray
which he held to Lois mouth and tipped it so that she could drink.  He
held it until she had drunk the complete contents of the glass.  Frank
then walked in front of them towards me, smiling at me all the way. 

When he reached me he stood behind me and beckoned Lois forward until
she was standing right in front of me.  I leaned forward the few
inches necessary to allow me to place my mouth over the juncture of
her thighs.  She thrust her hips forward into my face.  I took this as
encouragement to be bold. I  thrust my tongue into her cunt and stuck
my tongue deep into her sex.  My hands automatically rose to grasp her
bottom to hold her in position.  Her new master slapped my hands and
in response my own master took hold of my wrists and pulled them
behind my back and clipped the two D rings on my wrist cuffs together.
So I was not to have the pleasure of holding any of the guests whilst
they used my mouth.  Ted gave Lois a couple of swats to her naked ass
and pulled her away from me and passed her over to Frank who pushed
her to her knees, released his cock from his trousers and pushed it
into her face. I watched as she opened her mouth and fastened her lips
around my master’s cock.

Ted unzipped his trousers in imitation and grabbed hold of a handful
of my hair and pulled my open mouth on to his cock.  “Suck my prick,
slut.” he demanded. I obliged because that was just what I wanted to
do.  My cheeks distended as I sucked on his fleshy rod.  I was loving
my new role of sex slave.

Another ring came on the bell.  The two masters stud back from us. I
couldn’t speak for Lois, but I suddenly felt bereft.  I wanted that
cock back. I almost fell forward as I blindly leaned forward to find
it again. (Blindly because I had closed my eyes in pleasure.)

This time it was Ted and Wendy.  Ted like the rest of the men, was
fully dressed.  He was casual, with jeans and T shirt.  The T shirt,
though, had a picture of a semi naked women bent over with her hands
tied to her ankles with rope, her legs spread at ankles with a
spreader bar. She wore rubber open crotch pants.  A closer look
revealed that it was a picture of Wendy!!!  Fancy walking down the
street with a bondage photo of his wife displayed for all the world to
see!!!

Wendy wore a short black cocktail dress.  The dress was high necked
with a heart shaped cut-out over her bosom through which her naked
breasts thrust.  I looked up at her and saw something that totally
amazed me.  Her tongue protruded between her lips was pierced and
ringed.  From the ring in her tongue a chain ran down to her pierced
nipples.  Her tongue was thrust out as far as it would go and the
chain between her tongue and nipples was pulled tight so that her
nipples were pulled upwards.  What a unique way to gag your slave I
thought.  I hope Frank never does that to me.  She was not bound in
any other way.  Frank gave her an appreciative whistle and she gave
him a half bow in return. Ted shook Frank’s hand and wished him a
good evening.  Frank suggested he take a drink for Wendy.  Ted went
over to Sarah picked up one of the two remaining glasses from the tray
and passed it to Wendy. She of course could not drink it so she
brought it over to me and held it so that I could drink.  She
deliberately tipped it faster so that I was unable to drink it quickly
enough so that the liquid ran down my chin and on to my body.  Having
emptied the glass she lifted her skirt so that I might greet her.  Her
genital area was shaved clean. Her clit was pierced and ringed.  She
stood over me, her legs wide apart and thrust herself at my face.  I
opened my mouth and took her ringed clit gently between my teeth and
worried at it whilst I lapped at it with the tip of my tongue.  She
gave a big sigh of pleasure as I did so.  

“Your slave knows how to pleasure a woman, Frank.  You could make a
fortune with her, you know” she called over to him.  

Ted had gone over to the kneeling Lois and had presented his prick to
her for her to kiss in welcome. She took him into her mouth eagerly.
Our last guest arrived at his very moment and our party was now
complete. When he had all had been suitably greeted by Wendy and I we
moved up stairs to the new bondage room where Frank took me into the
centre of the floor.  I was to be the centre of attention for the
evening.  The rest of the group spread themselves around the room and
made then selves comfortable on the various chairs and couches which
were placed against the walls to await the forth coming entertainment. 


 

  









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