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Taking a Beating
by w2beh (w2beh@yahoo.com)

***

My wife shows me a new side of her sexuality when she 
hires on to an adult web site as a model. The site 
specializes in physical abuse, and they choose an 
idyllic outdoor setting to give my wife her first 
beating. (MMF, bi, exh, bd, tor, v)

***

Normally I would find such a hike invigorating. The 
trail was well worn and clear of debris. The rolling 
forest was southern pine, with a fair amount of 
hardwood thrown in, oaks and hickories, and the 
occasional yellow poplar towering up out of the low 
areas. The hills were small, but added character. It 
was a clear day, and while it was warm it was not 
uncomfortable. So it should have been an enjoyable 
walk, had I not been so distracted.

We were about twenty minutes into the walk, and I was 
watching my wife as she moved ahead of me, looking 
quite out of place in her thin cotton summer dress and 
stockings. Not the usual hiking attire, she at least 
had on practical athletic shoes. 

The contrast of the shoes with the nylons, which I knew 
to be stretch thigh highs, was a bit unsettling, but 
the sight of her muscular legs quickly pulled your 
attention to more important areas. Armed with the 
knowledge that she wore nothing beneath the dress, I 
watched her lovely behind move under the thin material 
as she effortlessly strode up the next hill.

The rest of our troupe fit more comfortably into the 
surroundings. The stocky short one, Steve, led the way, 
followed by Don and Leah. To my rear was the big, quiet 
guy, Jason, who had hardly spoken a word since we met 
two hours earlier. The guys were all dressed in cut-off 
jeans and tee shirts, with good hiking boots, and each 
with a full backpack. 

Full of what, I did not know. The girl Leah had baggy 
army pants and an equally loose fitting camouflage 
shirt covering what appeared to be a slender body, with 
boots on her feet as well. She was the real mystery, 
her black hair and black eyes, with the dark make-up 
she wore, giving her a somewhat grim appearance. She 
was self-assured, and most of the words uttered from 
her mouth to this point took on the form of 
instructions. There was no doubt that with a more 
feminine approach, she could be quite attractive, but 
she seemed to consciously play down her looks.

As we walked, my mind churned on these new 
acquaintances, pondering their possible roles in my 
immediate future. My wife gave no clues to her 
intentions, and from the recent experiences we had 
shared, I knew better than to press her on it.

The day had started innocently enough, with the 
anticipation of sensual pleasures that had become the 
pattern whenever we got time alone. Having traveled to 
her parents home the previous day, we left early in the 
morning to head off on our own, the kids staying behind 
to spend the long weekend with their grandparents. 

While I expected we would head directly to the beach, 
instead I drove the car north at my wife's 
instructions. When I questioned her for details, she 
simply lifted her skirt, my eyes confirming that once 
the nylons ended at mid-thigh, the lightweight dress 
was all she had on. She was up to something, and the 
excitement that settled in my gut grew as each hour 
passed.

Her directions were simple and clear, and as I drove my 
right hand often found its way beneath the hem of her 
dress. Each time, she would permit a short exploration 
before fending me off, knowing full well I would soon 
be back. 

In this way, the drive was effectively shortened, and 
as lunchtime approached she announced we were near our 
destination, providing navigational directions through 
the beautiful hill country to a café she somehow knew 
of. My curiosity grew.

The restaurant was simple and about half-full, the kind 
of country place where you can stop with confident 
expectations of a good sandwich and a cold beer. We 
made our way through the building to the large deck at 
the rear, nestled under tremendous oaks. 

When my wife headed directly to a large table with 
three men and a woman, it was with a familiar approach 
that caught me off guard. My surprise increased when it 
became clear that she knew the names of the guys, 
although she seemed to have them mixed up at first. I 
was to find out later that they had previously only 
communicated by E-mail, a reasonable explanation for 
her confusion. She did not know the woman, and it was 
evident by my wife's reaction that her presence was the 
only thing that was unexpected.

I was introduced, and we sat for lunch. The three guys 
were friendly enough, and over beers the talk from 
Steve and Don flowed easily, with only Jason holding 
back, even though his manner was cordial. They were all 
in the business of web-site design, which I found to be 
unusual for such a rural location. The woman Leah was 
quiet at first, and I found her direct stare to be 
discomforting. She was obviously sizing me up, or so it 
seemed, and I couldn't help but wonder what information 
my wife may have shared in her correspondence with this 
group.

My wife mixes easily, today being no exception, but 
there was an unusual edge of nervousness to her 
behavior. While I managed my end of the conversation, I 
wondered just what she was up to this time. It was a 
large group, which was as frightening as it was 
exciting, and as we talked my mind wondered. Along with 
the slight unease I detected in my wife, I was quite 
aware that I was wearing my own underwear beneath my 
clothes, a change from her usual humiliation tactics. I 
tried to piece the clues together, but made little 
progress in deciphering her intent.

Towards the end of the meal, Steve arose and asked my 
wife to join him. I pondered on this as well, and it 
would be a couple of weeks before I learned she was 
signing certain releases and agreements, a fact I was 
glad to be ignorant of in retrospect. 

While she was gone, Leah joined in the conversation, 
asking questions about my work, my kids and in 
particular my wife and myself. Her manner suggested 
that only short, direct answers were of interest, and 
it felt for all the world like I was talking to my boss 
at work. She wasn't unfriendly; she simply had an air 
of being all business.

When Steve and my wife returned, we gathered our things 
to leave. Where to, I had no idea. Before we left, my 
wife asked the four of them if all her conditions were 
going to be met. They readily agreed, and we headed 
off, the four of them piling into one vehicle, with us 
trailing behind. As we made our way down winding roads 
to the point where we picked up the hiking trail, my 
wife added to the mystery.

'When we get where we are headed, things are going to 
happen that will surprise you, and probably even shock 
you. I want you to understand now that it's my wish, 
it's being done at my request.'

Was that vague enough? After our last two adventures 
together, what was left in her mind that could possibly 
shock me? What was I in for? There were a dozen 
questions I wanted to ask, but I knew it would be a 
waste of effort. She was taking control, and I was 
again to be her helpless victim.

'Any clues?'

'None at all. Just trust me, this will be fun, and I 
really want it.'

Those words now rolled through my head as I watched her 
lovely ass swaying under the cotton dress in front of 
me. Was it any wonder I felt less in touch with nature 
than I normally would?

The trail suddenly spilled out into a small clearing 
which ran up to a lake that until now had been 
concealed by the trees and the rolling terrain. It was 
a large, beautiful lake that wound through the low, 
wooded hills, and disappeared around a bend in the 
distance. A crude picnic table, dirty and heavily 
initialed with the carvings of previous visitors, sat 
next to an open burn pit, circled by rocks. 

There was a long wooden bench, also crudely made and 
well worn. The table and bench were situated under a 
huge, and ancient, oak, with limbs extending shade in 
all directions. It was an idyllic setting, and our new 
friends moved into the open space with the ease of 
people who had been there often.

Steve, Don and Jason set down their packs and 
immediately went to arranging things, sliding the table 
away from the water and setting the bench off to one 
side. Steve removed his shirt, revealing his muscular 
chest, confirming the stocky build of a guy who worked 
out often. 

It was a testament to the changes in me, engineered by 
my wife, that I noticed such things at all, much less 
with the lingering stares I was now guilty of. With 
growing unease I again wondered what she was up to, and 
I relocated my gaze to soak in the beauty of the 
setting as I realized that I was nervous, but game for 
whatever was to come.

Looking to my wife for reassurance, I noticed once 
again the fidgeting that belied her own nervousness, 
and as before it gave me pause. In our previous two 
experiences, she had been calm and coldly calculating, 
but that was clearly not the case today. Catching my 
eyes on her, she recomposed herself and gave me a smile 
and a wink. 

I couldn't help but admire her standing there, hair 
flowing freely across her shoulders, with the thin 
cotton dress accentuating her slender form and the 
bareness of her breasts beneath. Likewise, I couldn't 
help but notice Leah, who quietly stood off to one side 
with her arms firmly folded across her chest, eyeing my 
wife more openly than I was.

The big guy Jason picked a pair of handcuffs from one 
of the packs, and came directly towards me. With 
resignation, I realized it was starting. From the paces 
my wife had run me through the past two months, I had 
learned, and demonstrated in undeniable terms, that I 
enjoyed this newfound aspect of my sexuality. But just 
like the two previous occasions, fear and anxiety were 
key elements of the transition from a man's man to a 
slut toy, and I would not have been surprised to learn 
I was visibly shaking as he approached. 

'Sit with your back to the table, at the end.'

I did as told, sitting on the bench that was integral 
to the picnic table. I was facing the lake as he knelt 
at the end of the table, and offered no resistance as 
he cuffed my hands together. The cuffs went around the 
table leg, which also combined as the support for the 
bench, and I was quite aware of the swelling in my 
groin as I was fixed to the table.

'This is at her request, so you won't be tempted to get 
up.'

With that he walked away, leaving me to ponder any 
secret meaning in his unexpected words. So I won't be 
tempted to get up? He joined Don, who was pulling video 
equipment from the bags, and together they started 
setting up two separate video recording devices. My 
knowledge of electronics is limited, but it was clearly 
more elaborate equipment than the average home video. 
They set the tripods at either end of the table, where 
they stacked spare tapes and battery packs.

Leah came and sat on the bench beside me, as the bare-
chested Steve approached my wife with leather straps in 
his hands. They were very similar to the restraints she 
had used on me at the hotel, and my wife willingly 
allowed him to buckle them in place on her wrists. 
Using what I thought of as a rock climber's snap ring, 
and the D-rings on the restraints, her two wrists were 
locked together in front of her. In this position, my 
wife's arms pressed her breasts together in a 
delightful manner. My curiosity was working overtime 
now, with the realization that whatever was to 
transpire, my wife's role would be something other than 
leader this time around.

Next he blindfolded her, and my puzzlement grew. She 
allowed it without complaint, and it would only be much 
later that I would deduce that in addition to adding to 
her excitement, the blindfold also concealed her 
identity. Next to me, Leah pulled her own shirt from 
her pants, where it was tucked in, and started 
unbuttoning it. 

She interrupted this to remove her boot and socks, and 
looking back to my wife I saw that Steve had set her on 
the bench and was kneeling before her, gently removing 
the shoes and socks from her feet. With the dress only 
reaching her knees, my wife used her joined hands to 
hold the hem between her thighs as he lifted each leg, 
preventing him from being able to see up her dress to 
her bare pussy. It was amusing to see her act so demure 
when, already partly bound, there could be little doubt 
that he would see her body soon enough.

Between where I sat and the lakeshore, Don was 
whistling contentedly, like a guy who enjoyed his work, 
as he fed a rope over an overhead oak limb. He had 
tossed it through a crook in the limb, and the weight 
of a hook on the dangling end helped to lower it to 
chest high. With my wife's shoes now removed, Steve 
helped her to her nylon clad feet and carefully guided 
her to where Don stood. Don then attached the hook on 
the rope to the snap-ring between my wife's wrists. 

Pulling on the rope, her hands were lifted up over her 
head, causing her dress to lift up to mid-thigh. Don 
pulled the rope until my wife's arms were high but not 
quite stretched tight, allowing her a small amount of 
slack, then began tying off the rope to a cleat on the 
tree trunk, the type used to secure boats. This left my 
wife exposed and vulnerable, and me with the 
realization that perhaps this day was more about her 
than I. 

Noticing for the first time that the cameras faced 
where she now stood, bound and helpless, the thin 
material of her dress doing little to conceal the 
erectness of her nipples, my curiosity was on the rise, 
when Leah startled me by leaning into my ear.

'I understand you have some special talents.'

I swallowed hard, not sure what to say to that as I 
wondered if my analysis of the situation was wrong. 
Maybe my wife did have plans for me after all? Leah 
gave me little time as she read my body language, 
scraping a long sharp fingernail down my cheek.

'Yeah, I thought so. She E-mailed us some video 
captures of a blindfolded guy. They were crude, but 
explicit. Before we're done, maybe we'll show her how 
to change video to electronic stills properly.'

Computer lessons? It didn't seem to fit as I looked 
into her eyes. Dark brown eyes show little emotion, 
offering no contrast with the pupil, making it 
impossible to tell if the coldness in her voice was 
real or contrived. Face to face, my earlier observation 
that she could easily be considered pretty by simply 
removing the dark gothic make-up was confirmed. 
Glancing down, her slightly open shirt revealed black 
leather and the hint of an ample bosom. She chuckled.

'I see you're the quiet type, but I doubt she will be. 
I hope to make use of your talents in the future, it 
would be something new for me, but today is business 
and you're a spectator.'

With that she squeezed my crotch through my shorts, and 
stood. Business? My confusion was growing, but my 
swelling cock was at least focused enough to respond to 
her touch.

Steve had put leather straps on my wife's ankles, and 
had then attached each strap to opposite ends of an 
adjustable spreader bar, causing her legs to be held 
well apart. I had seen such spreader bars on 
pornographic web sites, but this was the first time to 
see a real one in use. He adjusted the length so that 
she was spread and open, but still able to stand with 
reasonable comfort. 

With her hands bound over her head and her legs forced 
apart, she was quite an erotic sight, having yet to 
utter a sound as she willingly allowed herself to be 
restrained. Steve now had two long eyebolts, and 
turning her so that she was sideways to where I sat, he 
drove them into the ground adjacent to her ankles with 
a small hammer. The outside D-rings on each strap were 
then attached with snap-rings to the eyebolts, so she 
was no longer free to turn.

Leah had moved to a position directly in front of my 
wife, and was now openly looking her over as she 
removed her own shirt. Her pants were next, and the 
change in her was stark. Where she had previously been 
wearing baggy army style pants and shirt, she now had 
on a tight leather outfit, the name for which I could 
not recall. 

Lifting but barely covering her breasts, it fit snugly 
around her waist, enhancing the swell to her hips, and 
ending just above the hipbones with hanging garters. To 
these were fixed black fishnet stockings, which covered 
her well-shaped legs. Her pubic area was barely 
concealed by the scantiest string bikini bottom 
imaginable, tied at either side. 

As she moved, I could see that her bare ass cheeks were 
firm and round, and again I was struck by how easily 
she could be transformed into a very pretty feminine 
form. But instead she chose a darker look, and it 
reflected her manner as she now took command of the 
proceedings.

Don had moved to the fire pit and started a small blaze 
with the wood that was stacked there. Jason busied 
himself with setting and aiming the cameras, which were 
now on. Leah looked about with authority, 'Well done, 
guys.'

They had hardly spoken to each other as they set this 
scene up, executing their separate roles like a 
professional team that had been through this many 
times.

'Thanks. No sign of second thoughts or resistance out 
of this one', Steve answered.

As he spoke, he leaned in from behind my wife and 
started to gently caress her shoulders. At first her 
body stiffened, then after a few minutes you could see 
her visibly relax under his massaging hands. I wished 
my own aching shoulders, pinned behind me, could be so 
lucky as I watched his hands move up to her neck, 
caressing as they went. 

She leaned her head forward, now at ease and clearly 
enjoying the firmness of his touch, when without 
warning he grabbed the neck of her dress and ripped 
downward. The force pulled her back, as her dress was 
suddenly torn from her left shoulder and halfway off 
her body, baring most of her back, her left breast and 
a large portion of her right. His quick action brought 
a gasp from her, and a chuckle from Leah, who now 
examined her bare breast with unabashed interest as she 
spoke to my wife.

'Have you told your husband what you've asked us to do? 
Or how bad you want it?'

Still breathing hard from the shock, my wife stammered, 
'No, I guess not. Not really.'

'You mean he doesn't know of the yearning inside you 
that he's never bothered to attend to? He's not aware 
of his failing?'

It appeared she started to say something in my defense, 
then changed her mind. 'No, he doesn't know.'

'But your E-mails to us were so explicit.' It was 
delivered as a statement, and my wife chose not to 
respond, even seeming a little embarrassed. Leah went 
on, 'Have we met your expectations so far?'

'Yes. Well, except I thought it was just them.' It took 
me a moment to realize she meant the three guys.

Leah laughed a cold, hard laugh. 'Hard to tell through 
E-mail, isn't it?' She studied my wife for a moment, 
then went on. 'We swap out depending on the situation. 
I've known since the beginning that I wanted you as my 
subject. Any woman who treats her man as you do is 
worth getting to know.' Again Leah laughed. It was hard 
to tell if she was being honest or sarcastic.

My wife appeared uncomfortable with this explanation, 
and I imagined she was trying to read between the lines 
to see what she had gotten into as Leah's 'subject'. 
For myself, I was both perplexed and turned on. My wife 
had shared many lesbian fantasies with me over the 
years, mostly originated by me, but to my knowledge 
never had any actual experiences with another girl. 

She told me she had once come close with our friend 
Robin, high enough that particular night to go along if 
only she could bait Robin to make a move. When she told 
me about it later, the thought made me crazy with 
desire. But to my knowledge, other than that one time 
she had never come close to fooling around with another 
girl, and while she was willing to fantasize about it 
with me, I had concluded years ago that it didn't truly 
interest her. 

It was clear the presence of Leah was an unexpected 
development, and it would not have surprised me if this 
were cause for my wife to back out of whatever she had 
planned. But she made no move to do so, which was 
surprising and arousing at the same time. At no time in 
our relationship would I have lifted a finger to stop 
my wife if she was attracted to other women, the very 
thought turned me on, and I wondered with no small 
amount of hope how far this might go.

Steve had moved around to the front of my wife, and 
without pretense ripped the dress from her right 
shoulder. The dress buttoned from top to bottom in the 
front, and he grabbed either side and pulled it apart, 
sending buttons flying in all directions as he removed 
the now tattered rag from her body and tossed it onto 
the growing fire. As my wife shifted her now nude body 
and I saw her dress burning, it occurred to me that she 
now had no clothes to wear for walking back to the car.

There was nothing that turned me on quite like my 
wife's naked body, and as she stood before these new 
friends, blindfolded, legs restrained well apart, and 
arms bound overhead, I admired her with husbandly 
pride. The regular workouts and the deep tan on her 
slender body gave her a youthful appearance. The fact 
that she had been stripped naked by a man, essentially 
a stranger, in a rather violent manner, left her chest 
heaving as she fought to regain her composure. 

The thigh high stockings had slipped down a little, and 
my heart skipped a beat as Leah reached down and pulled 
them up, straightening them so they lay against her 
skin properly. It was an erotic sight, enhanced by the 
fact that my wife was naked, while the four people 
around her were for the most part dressed.

As they stepped away and looked her over, I found 
myself fixing on her tan lines. Her backyard bikini 
would be considered daring in a public setting, and the 
contrast between the white areas, which barely extended 
past her most private geography, and the tan skin that 
was most her body, was deeply arousing to me. 

No doubt it would show up well on the video. Realizing 
she was being scrutinized as they passed around her 
body, she squirmed, but there was nothing she could do 
to satisfy her modesty reflex. Bound as she was, she 
was open to their gaze, and anything they chose to do.

Don brought one of the packs over and set it between my 
wife and I, then the three guys backed away. Don and 
Jason moved to the cameras as apparent operators, and 
Steve moved behind me and sat on the bench on the 
opposite side of the table. I hardly noticed them as 
Leah stepped up to my wife, running a hand gently 
across her cheek. 

With one of her long fingernails, she traced under my 
wife's chin, down her neck, and continued a trail down 
between her breasts to her abdomen. My wife hardly 
moved, until Leah hit a ticklish area on her stomach, 
which caused her to try and twist away. I was watching 
intently, hoping to see more, when Leah spoke.

'You realize that anyone on or near this lake can see 
you hanging helplessly?'

I heard the unmistakable click of a camera, and looking 
over saw that Steve was busily recording the scene with 
a zoom lens.

When my wife didn't answer, Leah flicked her left 
nipple with a sharp fingernail. Coming without warning, 
my wife jumped, but could not move away. 'Answer me.'

'Yes. Yes, I realize it.'

'You like that idea?'

She hesitated for a moment, then said, 'I hadn't really 
thought about it yet. It does turn me on.' My wife had 
been an avid exhibitionist before the arrival of kids 
required a more conservative lifestyle, so I knew she 
was likely speaking the truth.

'Good. We're going to have fun with you, and with luck 
someone will get a free show.' This brought a shiver 
from my wife. I'm sure she liked the thought, but she 
didn't expect Leah to be here, and no doubt had 
reservations about being exposed at the will of another 
woman. Leah added, 'This is park land, who knows who 
might be around.'

She paused, then went on. 'Does my being here still 
bother you?'

'A little, yes', came the honest reply.

'Want it to end here, before we go further?'

My wife thought about this for several minutes, 
nervously squirming from side to side against her 
bonds, as Leah waited patiently. When she finally 
spoke, it was barely audible. 'No.'

'That's good. Its not like I'd be willing to stop now 
anyway.'

Leah left that comment hanging as she moved to the bag 
and squatted down, giving me an excellent view of her 
nearly naked behind in the process. Looking past her 
and my wife, I realized one could see a great distance. 
As the lake wound through the hills, substantial 
shoreline was created, much of it having a direct line 
of sight to where my naked wife stood. It was a high-
risk setting, which the cameras would capture well from 
their well thought out vantage points. 

When Leah arose from the bag, I again studied her 
lovely butt, until I noticed the coiled up leather 
strap in her right hand. It was about a half inch wide 
and flat, and when she dropped one end it looked to be 
about six feet long. The end in her hand was curled up 
along the axis, and wrapped tightly with thin leather 
bands, like shoelace material, creating a handle. 

Without warning, she swung with her right arm and the 
strap made a smooth, wide arc, hissing lightly as it 
cut through the air, landing across the back of my 
wife's thighs with a slap, the long end wrapping around 
to sting the front of her right leg.

Blindfolded, my wife never saw it coming, and the blow 
brought a scream from her lips, as her body arched 
upwards in response to the pain. Her arms went slack 
momentarily as she went up on her toes, her scream 
echoing across the lake. As she came back down flat-
footed, she tensed for the next blow that never came.

'Is that what you wanted?' Leah asked.

'Yes.' Her answer was soft and tense, and had barely 
crossed her lips, when the next blow landed square 
across her naked buttocks, wrapping around her hip. 
Leah knew what she was doing. The brief conversation 
had put my wife off guard, and again she was 
unprepared. Letting out another scream, she tried 
desperately to move forward without result. 

Leah moved quickly then, striking her three more times, 
once across the upper back, once on the lower back, and 
again across the buttocks. With her back to me, Leah 
whipped my wife with practiced grace, and my initial 
concern was quickly over-powered by the exotic sight of 
this pretty gothic woman beating my lovely, naked wife.

My wife wanted this? I tried to put the pieces 
together, and they all clearly pointed to the fact that 
my wife had set this up on purpose. She wanted to be 
whipped; it was the only answer. My cock swelled as I 
studied her now, arching forward to escape the next 
blow. 

Her butt was tightly clenched as she pressed her pelvis 
forward, which simply exposed her pussy more to the 
camera on my left. Her breasts jutted out with her back 
arched as it was, and her rigid nipples were clearly 
outlined against the blue sky behind them. Her face 
pointed upward, her mouth was open as she whimpered, 
and a tear spilled from under the blindfold and ran 
down her cheek. Red welts had already risen up on her 
back, legs and ass. It was an intense scene.

'Had enough?'

'No', she gasped. I couldn't believe my ears.

'I didn't think so. You may be a natural.' With that 
the lash fell across her back again, the loose end 
slapping her right breast. Again and again it fell, 
from her shoulder blades to her calves, and though I 
lost count, I knew my wife had taken more than a dozen 
blows. Leah moved quietly to the far side of my wife, 
who was now hanging against the rope, gasping for 
breath. The camera beside me never stopped clicking. 

The new position gave her access to my wife's front, 
and this time Leah laid the strap across her exposed 
breasts. From this angle I could clearly watch the end 
of the leather wrap around my wife's body. She let out 
a howl from the pain in her breasts, and tried now to 
move backwards away from this new attack. When the next 
blow landed across her stomach, it was certain the 
scream would attract the attention of anyone who 
happened to be around the lake as it echoed off into 
the distance.

Leah paused for a few minutes and studied my heaving 
wife with glee. She grabbed the top of her outfit and 
pulled. Her breasts were exposed as snaps were 
released, and the covering removed. The leather still 
remained snug under her large breasts, lifting them up 
so that they stood out proudly from her body, capped by 
large erect nipples. Her breasts swayed deliciously as 
she laid the next few blows across my wife's thighs, 
eliciting more screams. 

Then stepping back a short distance, her skill with the 
strap was demonstrated as she landed two consecutive 
blows on my wife's right hip, her spacing causing the 
end of the lash to curl in directly on my wife's pussy. 
My wife howled as she again lifted up on her toes, 
reaching for the sky as she tried to escape in the only 
direction she had limited movement. When the next 
anticipated blow didn't come, she slipped back down, 
hanging limply from the limb over head. Her head 
slumped forward, as she muttered softly, 'Oh God, oh 
God, oh God!'

Leah coiled up the strap and laid it on the table as 
she sat next to me, leaning in to my ear with her left 
hand covering my crotch. 'I see this turns you on.' 

My eyes never left my wife, and I swallowed hard before 
answering. 'Yes.' 

She laughed, nuzzling into my cheek, pressing her bare 
breast against my arm as she openly rubbed my groin. My 
wife's breathing was starting to level off, and she 
shifted more of her weight back to her legs to relieve 
the strain on her arms. As the sheen of sweat that now 
covered her body began to dry in the light breeze off 
the lake, chill bumps could be seen rising up on her 
skin. 

The stockings now had tears front and back where the 
strap had fallen, with the redness of the skin beneath 
showing through. The erotic sight of her welt-covered 
body, naked and suspended from a tree, complimented the 
welcome hand on my crotch, as I responded to Leah's 
touch.

Leah continued to rub my crotch, but her attention was 
now clearly on my wife. As the minutes of silence 
ticked by, the anxiety in my wife became visible as she 
fidgeted against her bonds. Leah whispered in my ear, 
"I bet she's more turned on than you are', then arose 
and went to the bag, offering me another good look at 
her ass. 

Moving from the bag to my wife with something in her 
hand, Leah again stroked her cheek, the tenderness of 
the act in contrast to the brutality of the whipping 
she had delivered. It was a calculated move by a person 
knowledgeable in her craft, as evidenced by my wife's 
welcome response to the gentle touch. When Leah 
suddenly kissed her, I fully expected my wife to pull 
back. In all our fantasies of lesbian acts, the one 
thing my wife wouldn't discuss was kissing another 
woman. 

Her fantasies centered on other women's breasts, and 
she tolerated my discussions of oral sex, but she did 
not enjoy talk of her kissing another woman. This had 
always been a private source of disappointment to me, 
as there were few things more erotic in my mind than 
two women kissing.

So it was with a great deal of shock that I watched as 
my wife welcomed Leah's lips without hesitation, 
immediately kissing back in earnest, opening her mouth 
to share her tongue. They kissed passionately for 
several minutes, the camera clicking away beside me 
head, and I watched in amazement as my wife chased to 
the limits of her bonds, trying to maintain contact, 
when Leah finally pulled away. The yearning in my wife 
was visible, as Leah turned to me with a wink, 'See 
what I mean.'

With that Leah dropped her head and sucked my wife's 
right breast into her mouth. My wife groaned with 
pleasure as she pushed out her chest to Leah, exposed 
on the side of the lake to all the world as a woman 
sucked on her nipple for the first time. It only lasted 
a minute, then Leah moved to the left breast, showing 
it the same loving attention as she extracted another 
groan from my wife. 

When Leah stood again, my wife's wet nipples were 
poking straight out, eagerly awaiting more affection, 
as Leah's hand cupped my wife's right breast, squeezing 
it so that the nipple poked out even further. But Leah 
did not have affection on her mind as she attached a 
clip to the nipple, releasing it to apply it's biting 
pressure. 

My wife stiffened up at the pain and let out a moan 
that was more surprise than pleasure this time. The 
clip was attached to a chain, and the chain had a clip 
on the opposite end that was quickly clamped in a 
similar manner onto my wife's left nipple.

Leah stepped back and dropped the chain, the weight of 
it snatching at the clips and pulling down on the 
nipples to which they were attached. My wife squealed 
and leaned forward, as if she could relieve the effects 
of gravity. Leah just laughed and walked back to the 
bag, her bare breasts swaying as she gave me a wicked 
smile.

'Is it true she's never been with another girl?'

'Yes', was all I could muster.

'She certainly seems willing.'

'Yes.' She certainly did, and I was fascinated.

'I'd love to play, but it's time to get back to work.' 
The words disappointed me as I watched her ass, 
carefully aimed at me once more as she reached into the 
pack. She came out with what I assumed to be a cat of 
nine tails, numerous long leather lashes attached to a 
common handle. She turned so I could see the unique 
handle, which was hard and smooth, jet-black, and 
shaped like a man's cock. 

Turning back to my wife, with one quick swing she laid 
the whole set of lashes harshly across my wife's ass. 
She jumped forward with a squeal, the chain swinging 
wildly as her breasts responded to the sudden movement. 
This brought a whimper from my wife, which turned to a 
scream as more blows landed on her lower back.

Leah stepped to her front as my wife once again was 
gasping for air, her heaving chest causing the newly 
affixed chain to rise and fall in an irregular cadence.

'Ready for me to stop?'

My wife didn't hesitate. 'No, please don't.'

'You sure?'

'Yes, whip me more. I need it. I want it.'

'But this is more like a beating than a whipping. Is a 
simple whipping all you want?'

'No. Beat me. Please beat me. Oh God, it hurts, but 
don't stop.' I was mesmerized. I knew my wife liked 
rough sex, I knew she liked her nipples pinched 
harshly, I knew she loved brutal fucking, but I never 
would have guessed this.

Leah laughed. 'Usually people are begging me to stop by 
now.' She reached out handle first with the whip, 
between my wife's legs, bringing it up to make contact 
with her pussy. She responded immediately, grinding 
down against the handle. She couldn't see what is was, 
but it applied pressure in the right place, and that 
was all that mattered. 

Leah held it firmly as she let my wife do all the work, 
wantonly working her pussy back and forth. It was quite 
a sight, as she hung her head and ground her pussy 
against the whip, the chain on her nipples swinging 
freely between her breasts. With her free hand, Leah 
grabbed the chain and pulled outward, stretching the 
nipples away from my wife's chest. Her head snapped 
upwards and she let out a gasp at the pain, but her 
hips never stopped moving against the object pressed up 
into her pussy.

Leah held her like that for a full minute or two, the 
nipples pulled well out from my wife's body, and the 
hard handle of the whip pressed up into her grinding 
pussy. My wife's face pointed straight up with her 
mouth open in a silent scream as she put on a depraved 
display for all of us to see, and anyone else who may 
be watching. Even I was starting to pant now, wanting 
nothing more than to stroke my own cock as I watched 
this evil woman play my wife like a finely tuned 
instrument.

Just when it seemed certain my wife would reach a 
climax, Leah released the chain, letting my wife's 
breasts fall back into place. The sudden release caused 
my wife to throw her head forward with a gasp, and Leah 
quickly moved the whip handle from my wife's pussy to 
her lips. My wife accepted the whip into her mouth and 
eagerly licked her own juices from the handle. 'My, my, 
we can't come yet', was all that Leah said.

Stepping away from my wife, Leah now repeatedly lashed 
my wife's helpless breasts with the whip. The onslaught 
moved downward without pause, until she was openly 
whipping my wife's pussy. My wife jumped with every 
blow, howling in one continuous cry of agony. Leah 
paused for a moment to change position, then resumed 
the attack on my wife's back, concentrating her blows 
on her ass and upper thighs, as the chain beat a 
sympathetic response against my wife's abdomen. The 
stockings fell away from her thighs in tatters as Leah 
beat my wife relentlessly, as she had been begged to 
do.

When she stopped, my wife continued to jerk about as if 
the blows were still landing. Turning the whip in her 
hand again, this time Leah knelt before her, bringing 
it straight up to enter my wife's pussy, shoving it in 
deeply. Holding it there, it only took a moment for my 
wife to erupt in orgasm as Leah reached up and this 
time tugged downward on the chain suspended from her 
nipples. 

The climax made it clear my wife enjoyed this torture, 
and I found myself hoping that Leah would lean forward 
and go down on her. But it was not to be, as Leah 
released the chain and stood, leaving the whip embedded 
in my wife's pussy.

Leah walked directly to me, her hard nipples indicating 
her arousal. Without a word, she loosened my belt, then 
unsnapped my shorts and lowered my zipper. Hooking her 
hand on either side, she whisked my shorts and 
underwear down and off my legs, casting them aside. As 
my rigid cock sprang upward, 'nice one' was all she 
muttered. Again my hope of what might happen next was 
off target, as she turned to find something new in the 
pack. 

My naked wife was now hanging limply from the rope, 
every muscle in her body slack, her head hanging 
forward. Her skin was red and covered with welts, and 
the lashes of the whip hung lewdly between her legs. 
Her strength had given out for the moment, causing her 
legs to bend slightly at the knee, the ruined nylons in 
a puddle around her ankles. Her nipples continued to 
stick out boldly under the pressure of the clips, and 
the chain rose and fell with her breathing. She looked 
spent, and I was suddenly concerned about her. 

Leah took out a large squirt bottle, and kneeling 
carefully at the shore, filled it with lake water. 
Aiming it at my wife, she squeezed and hit her with a 
strong spray of water, starting at her chest and 
working up and down. It must have been cold and the 
shock caused my wife to jump, moving her weight back to 
her feet as she tried in vain to escape the spray. Leah 
repeated this process several times, until my wife was 
soaked front and back, from head to toe, panting in 
frustration. 

When the water torture stopped, my wife was visibly 
relieved. As Leah leaned in to lick the water droplets 
from her face, my wife responded eagerly to the 
tenderness, to my surprise seeking Leah's lips with her 
own. Leah simply laughed and walked away.

Taking a butt plug from the bag, Leah walked back to my 
wife and unceremoniously shoved it in her mouth. It was 
short but wide on the end, with a narrow neck just 
above a wide flat base. My wife accepted the plug, her 
cheeks puffing out around the bulb and her lips closing 
tightly around the narrow portion, with only the base 
sticking out of her mouth. 

Leah came back to the bag, and then finding what she 
wanted, went back to my wife and started adding lead 
weights to the chain hanging from her still dripping 
nipples. They were offshore fishing weights, of fair 
size, and as each one was added and released, my wife 
let out a grunt around the plug in her mouth. Standing 
back to admire her work, I heard the camera clicking 
again, and I hoped to get a copy of this image of a 
bare breasted woman standing before my naked wife, 
whose wet body glistened in the sun, a weighted chain 
hanging from her nipples, a butt plug in her mouth, and 
a cat of nine tails protruding from her pussy.

Turning towards us, Leah addressed Steve. 'Can you 
lower the rope a little?' I had all but forgotten the 
three guys, and when Steve came around to the cleat on 
the tree I was surprised to see he was nude, his hard 
cock swinging as he walked. It was short like he was, 
but thick and powerful looking, a perfect fit for his 
stocky build. 

He released the rope, and as Leah pulled my wife's 
shoulders forward, he slowly fed out length until Leah 
said, 'that's good.' Winding the rope back around the 
cleat, he leaned against the tree and idly stroked his 
cock as he eyed my wife, who was now leaning forward 
about 45 degrees, bent at the waist, with her arms held 
high in a somewhat awkward position. She hung her head, 
the weighted chain hanging freely from her nipples, the 
plug still in her mouth and the whip still in her 
pussy.

Leah returned to the pack one more time, poured 
lubricant on her hand, then went back to my wife and 
started rubbing it into her ass. It wasn't hard to 
figure what would happen next, but I wasn't looking 
ahead. Instead I was fixed on Leah's hand, which seemed 
to linger at my wife's asshole a bit longer than 
necessary, at least in my active imagination. 

When first one, and then a second finger clearly slid 
in to my wife's anus, my erect cock twitched 
involuntarily in time with my wife's own lurch forward 
at the intrusion. But while she may have found the 
initial penetration a surprise, it didn't take long for 
the passion built up within her to respond, as she 
started to push back against the probing fingers. This 
brought a laugh from Leah, and a smile from Steve, who 
continued to stroke his own cock as he looked on in 
approval.

When Leah pulled her fingers out, my wife let out a 
small moan, which could have been interpreted as relief 
or regret. Leah removed the plug from my wife's mouth, 
then returned to her backside and pressed it against 
her asshole. She simply held it there and watched my 
wife intently. It took a couple of minutes before it 
became clear that she would get the result she was 
obviously seeking, as my wife started to visibly press 
back against the plug on her own. 

Holding it firmly in place, Leah allowed my wife to 
work herself onto it without assistance, showing the 
cameras what an unrepentant slut she had become. It 
took a little effort, which in turn caused the weighted 
chain to swing provocatively from her nipples, and when 
she finally got the angle and the leverage correct and 
the bulb slid past her sphincter, she let out a long, 
low groan as she now pressed back and accepted the 
entire plug up her ass.

One of the guys on the cameras muttered, 'Damn.' I 
agreed. The more my wife degraded herself for these 
people, the more turned on I became, my hard dick 
pointing to the sky.

Coming back face to face with my wife, Leah leaned in 
to kiss her. When my wife felt her lips, she responded 
eagerly, her tongue blatantly probing the other woman's 
mouth. They kissed long and hard, like experienced 
lovers, my wife the aggressor even though she was 
restrained, seeking out Leah's lips for more every time 
she tried to pull away. It was a game Leah was 
enjoying, as she teased my wife into a frenzy, pausing 
to ask, 'You're sure you've never been with another 
woman?

'No', my wife responded. Leah thought about this, then 
looked to me, her eyes more on my hard cock than my 
eyes, asking me for the second time, 'That true?'

'As far as I know, yes.' I tried to be convincing, but 
my wife's behavior made it sound like a lie.

Turning back to my wife, she said, 'Well, you seem to 
learn quick.' She accentuated this with a kiss, which 
my wife returned in earnest. Then standing erect, Leah 
used her left hand to lift her right breast, placing 
her right hand on the back of my wife's head. When Leah 
guided her in, my wife latched on without hesitation, 
sucking the nipple and a large portion of Leah's breast 
into her mouth with obvious delight. 

I was breathless as I watched my wife suck on another 
woman's breast for the first time in her life. I locked 
on to this scene, trying to burn it into my memory. And 
what an incredible scene it was, my wife stripped 
naked, tied in what had to be an uncomfortable 
position, welts all over her body from a beating she 
commissioned herself, her tattered stockings collected 
at her ankles, a whip sticking from her pussy, and a 
plug deep in her ass, as she lustfully sucked on the 
breast of her tormentor. Looking past her momentarily 
to the wide expanse of water beyond, I wondered if 
anyone else was truly watching this.

Don appeared to my right, carrying a camera, now naked 
just as Steve was. He was a tall, skinny guy, and his 
hard dick was long and lean as well. I looked over at 
Jason to my left. His shirt was off and it appeared he 
was also naked, his lower half mostly hidden behind the 
table. 

I couldn't help but think my wife would enjoy being 
able to see. Don started taking photos, this time from 
much closer range, as Leah shifted my wife to her left 
tit. She was in no hurry, as she allowed my wife to 
suck on her breasts contentedly. The violence of the 
afternoon seemed to slip away to tenderness, as both 
women enjoyed the awakening of a new, or perhaps 
suppressed, passion within my wife.

When Leah finally pulled away, her nipple gleaming, my 
wife let out little grunts of frustration. Unconcerned, 
Leah squatted and removed the whip from my wife's 
pussy. Pushing it into my wife's mouth, she told her, 
'Don't let this slip out.' 

With her body bent forward and her head down, it took a 
little effort to hold it in. To simplify the task, my 
wife lifted her chin high, pointing the whip upward at 
an angle placing it parallel with the line of her back. 
It was an erotic sight, with the sun shining on the wet 
part of the handle left exposed, showing that it had 
been quite a bit deeper into her pussy than it now was 
in her mouth.

Leah walked to the bag directly in front of me, and 
while staring at my rigid member she untied the strings 
on either side of her bikini bottoms. As they fell away 
from her body, my eyes fixed on her pussy, which was 
shaved bare, the skin smooth and white. 

Smiling at my obvious interest, she tilted her head and 
batted her eyes sweetly, affecting a deep southern 
drawl as she said mockingly, 'Why grass doesn't grow on 
a busy highway, honey.' I had to laugh, noting once 
again that with the proper make-up and clothing, she 
could easily be converted to the type of girl you'd be 
proud to escort to church, or home to see mother. 

That image was quickly destroyed as she dropped to the 
pack and came out with a long black penis-shaped dildo, 
attached to latex material. She wrapped the latex 
around her crotch, and after a moment it became clear 
that the material, once snapped into place on either 
hip, formed what amounted to a bikini bottom with a 
rigid dildo attached. The latex fit her very tightly, 
and as she wordlessly walked back to my wife, her 
'cock' swayed back and forth much like Dan's did before 
her, only hers was much thicker.

I was transfixed, my dick aching, as she eased up 
behind my wife, placing a hand on either hip. She 
turned my wife's ass towards me as much as the 
restraints would allow, then smiling at me she eased 
forward until her cock head made contact with my wife's 
pussy lips, which were now partially visible to me. My 
wife responded immediately, rubbing back against the 
contact, and I wondered if she understood it was Leah 
that was about to fuck her. 

I excitedly urged Leah on in my mind, and when I saw 
the cock head penetrate my wife, a soft moan of joy 
escaped my lips. This amused Leah, and she turned her 
full attention to my wife as she pushed all the way in. 
My wife accepted the cock with a show of gratitude, 
wantonly working herself against the stiff prick now 
deep inside her. When Leah leaned forward and reached 
around to my wife's breast, her own tits fell against 
my wife's back, causing my wife to pause in surprise.

'Yes, it's me,' Leah snickered.

I don't know if it bothered my wife to suddenly realize 
she was being fucked by another woman, but as Leah's 
hands cupped her breasts, milking them outward so that 
the tortured nipples, with the clips attached, were 
pulled away from her body, the willingness in my wife's 
body quickly returned as she responded to the rhythm of 
Leah sliding her cock in and out. Using the grip on her 
breasts to pull back on my wife, Leah offered her some 
support to relieve her aching shoulders, but at the 
same time further restrained her body as she drove the 
hard cock into her pussy. 

I watched in fascination. On every stroke Leah's body 
made contact with the butt plug, pushing it deeper into 
my wife's ass. As she fucked my wife, she kneaded her 
breasts, working her fingers deep into the flesh as the 
chain swung wildly about on her nipples. 

My wife had her head laid all the way back as she tried 
desperately not to lose the whip, which was still 
between her lips, her breathing loud and rough. Just 
when it appeared my wife was ready to orgasm, Leah 
released her breasts and grabbed the chain in both 
hands, pulling it forward so that the nipples were 
stretched away from her body. 

My wife threw her head forward in agony, and as she 
screamed the whip slipped from her mouth. Leah caught 
it deftly in her right hand, then released the chain 
and stood up, the strap-on dildo still deep within my 
panting wife.

'I warned you not to drop it.'

Reaching forward, Leah grabbed my wife's hair and 
pulled, causing my wife to come erect while still 
impaled on the hard rubber cock. Reaching around, Leah 
used the whip to slap my wife's stomach. It was an 
awkward position, but she still made good contact, and 
once again the serenity of the lake was shattered by my 
wife's squeals as Leah distributed blows up and down 
her body. I watched in wonder, breathing hard myself 
and working against my own bonds, as amazingly my wife 
began to mutter, bobbing up and down on the cock in her 
pussy, 'Oh yes, beat me, It hurts so good. Oh God, it 
hurts so good.' 

On and on she went, pausing only to squeal when Leah 
landed a particularly effective blow. Leah slapped her 
directly on the pussy, which brought an agonizing 
scream of 'Oh yes' from my wife. This spurred Leah on, 
and she returned with the whip to her pussy over and 
over until my wife could take no more and bent forward 
again in an effort to escape the blows. 

With my wife now bent forward, Leah merely stood erect 
and let my wife move herself back and forth on the big 
dildo as Leah laid blow after blow on her back and 
shoulders. It took only a minute of this abuse for my 
wife to explode into orgasm, her body shuddering as she 
found release, the howl of pleasure echoing across the 
lake. 

Leah held my wife by the hips, holding the full length 
of her cock inside my wife's pussy as she leaned into 
the butt plug and rode wave after wave of orgasmic 
delight as it passed through my wife. When at last she 
slowed down, her body slumped against the rope as all 
strength passed out of her. Compared to the violence of 
only a few minutes ago, it was an act of kindness when 
Leah unsnapped the latex, leaving the cock buried in my 
wife's pussy, and moved around to support my wife and 
reduce the strain of the bonds, offering her breasts 
again to the willing mouth of the woman I loved.

Looking about, it was almost amusing to see Don trying 
to take pictures with one hand and stroke his cock with 
the other. Steve had leaned flat back against the oak 
and had his hips thrust forward, and I saw he had come 
as he milked the last drop of semen from his cock. I 
was not surprised, but I was jealous as my own deprived 
cock wished for relief as well.

The filtered sunlight speckled their bodies as my wife 
sucked on Leah's breasts, her own body still rising and 
falling from her labored breathing. Holding my wife 
against her chest, Leah motioned for Steve to release 
the rope. As he played slack into the line, Leah 
separated the hook from the cuffs on my wife's wrists, 
then pushing my wife back away from her, she let my 
wife slowly lower her arms to her abdomen for the first 
time since they had started. The grimace made it clear 
how stiff they were, as Leah eased her unresisting body 
to her knees. 

My wife's naked body was red all across the front, and 
on the shoulders and back, where the lashes had fallen, 
offering contrast to the alabaster white of Leah's 
partially nude form. The spreader bar still had her 
feet locked firmly in place, and the spread position 
looked awkward as she knelt. She appeared as if she 
wanted to fall forward onto the muddy ground, and Leah 
held her shoulders to keep her upright. 

My wife was a beautiful sight, kneeling nude in the 
dirt, blindfolded, with her hands bound before her, 
against the backdrop of a pristine lake and forest. 
Leah knelt and reaching under, removed the large dildo 
from my wife's pussy, getting a moan in response. 
Standing again, she brought the dildo to my wife's 
lips, which opened to accept it without question.

Motioning for Don to slide the bench over, Leah sat 
before my wife and looked over at me with a sly grin. 
'Now we'll see how much she's learned.' Her manner had 
softened considerably, the whipping of my wife seeming 
to drain the harshness out of her. She took hold of the 
dildo, worked it in and out a couple of times, then 
pulled it out of my wife's mouth. Reaching down to 
remove the weights from the chain, she talked as she 
worked.

'You seem to like the taste of your pussy?'

My wife nodded, and Leah chastised her, 'Say the 
words.'

'Yes. Yes, it turns me on to taste my pussy juice.'

'Perhaps you'd like to try mine?'

My wife was totally still for a minute, as Leah eyed 
her carefully. When she spoke, it was in a very faint 
and uncertain voice. 'I think so.'

'Think so? Maybe not then. I was hoping for more 
commitment.'

Again my wife hesitated, clearly running through the 
scene in her mind. She knelt in silence for several 
minutes, and from my own experiences I was pretty sure 
of the turmoil she felt inside. She was considering 
stepping across a line, and there would be no stepping 
back. When she spoke again, her voice was stronger, and 
her words excited me beyond description. 'No, I'm 
sorry. No. I mean yes. Yes, I'll taste your pussy.'

Leah chuckled. 'I knew you would.'

With that Leah slid her hips up to the very edge of the 
bench and spread her legs. No more than ten feet away 
from where I sat, I could clearly see her pussy as her 
hands came to my wife's head and guided her forward. As 
my wife leaned forward, with her feet still bound, she 
reached a point where her lack of balance caused her to 
reach forward with her bound hands, looking for a way 
to steady herself. Her hands went between Leah's legs 
and hit part of the bench support, where her hands 
settled. 

Feeling more confident of her balance, she once again 
let Leah guide her slowly forward. My anticipation grew 
as they inched forward, my heart skipping a beat when I 
saw my wife's lips make contact on Leah's belly just 
above her pussy. Leah removed her hands and placed them 
flat on the edge of the bench behind her, leaning back. 
She left my wife to her own initiative, her own 
willingness, as we all watched breathlessly, Leah 
demonstrating without doubt how effectively she had 
broken my wife.

To her own credit, my wife moved slowly, savoring the 
moment. She kissed Leah's stomach, then licked a trail 
first left and right, then down into the space where 
thigh met crotch, sliding over to kiss the inside of 
Leah's thigh. She repeated this on both sides, as Leah 
watched her contentedly, happy to have such a patient 
student. 

Finally, the anticipation becoming too great, my wife 
licked her way down Leah's slit, until I watched as my 
wife's mouth closed over another woman's pussy for the 
first time ever. Whatever concerns my wife had about 
oral sex with another woman, such thoughts were clearly 
out the window as she devoured Leah's womanhood with 
relish. If there was any surprise at finding Leah's 
pussy devoid of hair, it did not show.

Don was busy clicking photos again as my wife boldly 
tongued Leah's pussy, working deep into the folds. As 
she settled to suck on the hairless clit, Steve moved 
in behind her, and started to unfasten her feet from 
the pegs embedded in the ground. As he worked, his eyes 
were fixed on my wife's pussy, spread for him as she 
knelt before Leah, the plug still buried in her ass. 

Once complete, he helped her to slip forward slightly 
into a more comfortable position, even though the bar 
still held her feet apart. Then he leaned in and buried 
his face in my wife's pussy. She moaned in 
satisfaction, never slowing her tongue on Leah's clit.

The two women starting moaning together, leaving no 
doubt this intense scene would end quickly. Once again 
I wondered if any lucky souls around the lake were 
seeing this display, and I hoped it to be true. Leah's 
hands rigidly gripped the back edge of the bench, her 
elbows and shoulders locked forcing her breasts outward 
as her body tensed one last time, then she reached 
orgasm first, letting out a squeal of her own this 
time. 

She held her position with her eyes closed as she let 
my wife's mouth lead her through her climax, her toes 
extending as her feet came up off the ground. As Don 
clicked off photos, I prayed to get a copy of this 
moment as well for fear that my memory may one day 
fade. It was an awesome sight, and I slumped my aching 
shoulders against the table, as my dick throbbed and 
Leah relaxed, grabbing my wife's head and holding it 
firmly in her crotch. 

My wife followed right behind her, moaning into Leah's 
pussy as Steve's tongue brought her off. With Leah 
holding her head, she wiggled her behind lewdly against 
Steve's face as the joy of orgasm passed through her. 
Then much too quickly for me, it was over. Leah 
released my wife's head and stood, commanding Steve to 
remove the spreader bar from my wife's feet. My wife 
knelt patiently as he did so, Leah's juices glistening 
on her chin in the sunlight.

I was staring at my wife, but I heard Leah's voice. 
"Jason, I think she's ready for you.'

Without a word, Jason ambled over, naked like the rest 
of the guys. He was a big man, and I could now see that 
his cock was in proportion. Only partially hard, it was 
easily as long as my own, and thick, just like him. He 
took a seat in front of my wife, who was now kneeling 
in a more reasonable position with her feet free, and 
without pretense grabbed her head in one hand and his 
cock in the other and brought the two together. 

There was no hesitation this time in my whore of a wife 
as she opened her mouth and accepted his cock. It only 
took her a few minutes to stiffen him up, and while his 
cock did not grow substantially in length, it filled 
out in girth. Realizing what she had, she pulled off 
for a second and muttered, 'Oh my God', revealing a 
huge head on a heavily veined cock, before closing back 
down on it once again.

The other two guys stood nearby watching intently, 
their own cocks at attention. Don took the occasional 
picture, but was mostly enjoying the show. Leah stood 
behind my wife, stroking her head, 'Jason's special, 
isn't he? Show him how much you like him.'

My wife brought her bound hands up, and closed them 
around the base of Jason's massive cock. With a slow, 
steady motion, she milked his cock into her mouth, her 
hands barely closing around it in their restrained 
condition. At first Jason merely sat there and watched 
my wife with amusement, but her milking action began to 
have the desired affect, and he closed his eyes as the 
feelings grew stronger. Sensing he was getting close, 
Leah pulled my wife back, leaving his giant prick 
shining in the sun as her hands continued to stroke it.

'Jason's only good for one shot, so let's don't waste 
it.'

As if on cue, Jason laid back flat on the bench, his 
huge cock pointing to the sky. With Leah's help, my 
wife stood and straddled the bench, then Leah left her 
to find her own way. She was quite a sight, hands 
bound, blindfolded, body covered with welts, the 
remnants of her only clothing item in ruins around her 
feet, as she searched with her bare ass for his big 
cock. Making contact, everyone watched mesmerized, 
without helping, as she lifted up to try and get the 
monster in position at her pussy. 

It was a struggle that was erotic to watch, and as her 
actions became more desperate, with her standing on her 
tiptoes and whimpering in frustration. It was clear she 
had to have this big cock in her pussy. Finally she 
found a solution, passing over his cock, moving from 
his head to his feet, until it popped up in front of 
her, then moving forward again, capturing it against 
his belly with her hungry pussy.

Working herself against his cock, she finally got the 
head into her pussy. Obviously aware she was being 
watched, she placed her bound hands on his chest, then 
pushed his cock vertical again, holding it there a 
moment before forcing her body down on it. 

I was certain it was the biggest cock to ever enter her 
body, and she gasped as she filled her pussy with it, 
only managing to get three quarters of it inside 
herself. She held it there, hands on his chest and body 
stiff, chain swinging between her breasts, her mouth 
hanging open as if to exclaim to the world how full she 
was, but remaining silent. Jason remained perfectly 
still, hands behind his head, letting her do the work 
as she slowly started to fuck herself on his massive 
manhood. 

After several strokes, she finally had the entire cock 
inside her pussy, and she collapsed on top of him in 
ecstasy, her hands folded to her chest. Jason continued 
to lay there, smiling, as the other two guys stood over 
her with their cocks in their hand. Leah had taken over 
the camera and now walked around the two, taking 
pictures from all angles. 

My wife lay on top of Jason and ground her hips down 
against his crotch, forcing the cock as deep as it 
would go. Her ass was to the lake, and anyone across 
the water had a perfect view of this monster cock 
buried in her pussy, and the butt plug in her ass. I 
could only imagine how full the huge cock and the large 
bulb on the plug made her slender body feel. 

I had not noticed Leah trade the camera for the cat of 
nine tails, and when she landed a blow across my wife's 
ass, I couldn't tell who was most surprised, her or I. 
Her head shot up and she squealed, but she offered no 
resistance as the next blow landed. She started fucking 
herself on that giant cock like a woman possessed as 
blow after blow landed on her ass, back and shoulders.

'Oh God yes. Oh God. Fuck me, beat me. Oh yes, fuck me, 
beat me.' Her chant went on and on as she drove herself 
down on Jason's cock in time with the blows delivered 
by  Leah. Jason reached up for the chain and tugged on 
her nipples as she rode his cock.

It only took a few minutes of this brutality before she 
roared into another series of orgasms, letting out a 
deep guttural cry of passion and pain that spilled 
across the lake as Leah beat her ass all the way 
through her extended climax. Leah finally let up as she 
once again collapsed on Jason, her head buried in her 
hands in sobs of pleasure as the heat from the whip 
burned red into her back and ass.

Don muttered, 'Jesus', then stepped forward beside 
Jason and lifted my wife's head from his chest. Turning 
her towards him, he brought his hard cock to her lips 
and she offered no resistance as he slid into her 
mouth. While she had pleased herself, Jason wasn't done 
and he placed a hand on either of her hips and lifted 
her slightly, then started working his cock up and into 
her pussy. 

As Jason settled into a regular cadence, she was limp 
in his and Don's hands, allowing her pussy and mouth to 
be used for their pleasure. Steve eased up behind her 
and started to remove the plug from her ass. I knew 
where he was headed, and was eager to see her with 
three cocks buried in her body, all holes filled, as my 
own cock throbbed with the frustration of inattention. 
But Leah stepped forward and stopped him. 'Wait your 
turn, her ass is mine.'

I wasn't sure of her meaning, but I was certainly for 
Steve plugging her ass with his short, fat dick. Leah's 
words sent my imagination into overdrive, compensating 
for my disappointment.

Steve wasn't going to have to wait long, as the moans 
from Don pointed to his nearing orgasm. Leah was once 
again taking photos, giving the whip, and my wife, a 
rest. As Don's moans became more frantic, Jason, the 
quiet one, spoke to my wife. 'Make sure you take it 
all, I don't want it spilling on me.'

He steadily fucked her pussy as Don finally reached his 
limit, holding her head and crying out as he pumped his 
come into her willing mouth. She swallowed every drop. 
Steve didn't give him much time to cool down, pushing 
him away and bringing his own cock to her waiting 
mouth. She was able to take him all the way in with 
ease, his pubic hair pressed against her nose, and it 
was literally only a minute before he also filled her 
mouth with semen. Once again she took it all, sucking 
him dry as he pumped into her mouth in time with 
Jason's cock pounding in her pussy. 

Jason was getting frantic now, and he suddenly lifted 
her up and stood, snatching her away from Steve's 
depleted cock, easily holding her tiny form on his 
giant cock. Holding her off the ground skewered on his 
manhood for a moment for us all to see, he then spun 
around and laid her back on the bench. Bringing her 
nylon covered ankles to his shoulders, he came down on 
her, pinning her knees against the clamps on her 
nipples as he drove his huge dick in and out of her 
pussy. 

The pounding was ferocious, her breasts slapping 
forward with every beat, as she lay beneath this big 
man and took everything he had to give. Leah came and 
sat next to me, and I wished she'd grab my cock as I 
watched my wife be brutally fucked by this man and his 
monster cock, her usual litany of lust spilling from 
her lips. 'Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Oh God 
fuck me with that huge cock of yours. Fuck me.'

On and on she went, as Leah leaned in to my ear, 
stroking my cheek. 'She's incredible. Does she always 
orgasm so much?' I only nodded as I watched, wanting 
Leah to touch my cock, to help me.

When they both reached orgasm together, it was an 
incredible sight, there on the side of the lake, out in 
the open before God and everyone. Obviously working for 
the cameras, Jason pulled out of her pussy and fired 
stream after stream of hot come across her body.  

The quantity and the force was impressive, beyond 
anything I could ever muster, with come extending from 
her chin to her pussy, Jason directing a large portion 
of it across both breasts. My wife wailed through her 
orgasm, trying to grind her pussy up against Jason, 
tossing her head from side to side as hot semen rained 
on her body. 

Come shots on the internet were never a turn on for me, 
but seeing this display in person, my wife the 
recipient, was one of the most intensely erotic moments 
of my life. When it ended, Jason crawled off my wife 
and she lay spent on the bench, naked and exposed, 
drenched in come, her bound hands up over her head, the 
chain connecting her two nipples rising and falling as 
she panted in satisfaction. Don was taking pictures as 
Steve looked on in admiration.

As my wife cooled down, Leah told Steve to remove her 
blindfold. She lay there naked, her eyes closed, not 
yet ready to come face to face with her tormentors just 
yet. Gradually, she opened her eyes, blinking to adjust 
to the brightness of the day. She surveyed the naked 
guys around her, then looking over her right shoulder, 
settled on me, my hard-on pointing skyward as Leah 
continued to rub my cheek. She watched me for a few 
moments, then slid off the bench, and with some 
difficulty on her stiff, sore legs, came towards me. 
The video cameras continued to run, capturing her now 
uncovered face, but she seemed not to care as she 
dropped to the ground between my legs, staring up to 
Leah as if to ask permission.

'Go ahead, he deserves it for letting us share you.'

My wife shifted her gaze to me, asking a question with 
her eyes. 'It's OK baby', was all I could think to say, 
as my eyes shifted from hers to the milky wetness 
covering her breasts. She gave me a weak smile, then 
leaned forward and took my throbbing cock into her 
warm, wet mouth. 

It was clear that I was going to follow the same timing 
as Steve, too turned on to hold back, and she slid off 
and licked the underside down to my balls to prolong 
the moment. Licking back up my cock, hers eyes locked 
on mine, and when she reached the top she stopped. In a 
weak voice she asked, almost pleading, 'You knew I 
liked it rough?'

'Yes.' I tried to sound reassuring.

Her voice was very soft. 'I wanted to take it to 
another level, but I knew you could never hurt me. I 
couldn't possibly explain to you how bad I wanted it.'

'Now I know.' I paused, then added, 'You liked it?'

'God, yes.' And with that she swallowed my cock again, 
moving her head up and down as she sucked on it. Leah's 
hand rubbed across my thigh for a moment then went to 
my wife's head, lightly stroking her hair as she went 
down on me. My head rolled back in pleasure, and the 
last thing I saw before I closed my eyes were the other 
three guys standing around my wife, watching her suck 
cock. The pressure in me built momentarily, then 
exploded as I finally found release. 

Surprised to feel her pull me from her mouth, my eyes 
popped open and watched in amazement as my dear wife 
directed my come all across her own face, the small 
crowd cheering her on. When I heard the click of the 
camera, I hoped yet again to see the shots of this 
incredible scene, my naked wife kneeling before me, her 
bound hands directing my come to her face, as a nearly 
naked woman tongued my ear.

It was some time later before we hit the trail again, 
and for the walk back out, Leah gave my wife her shoes 
and socks back. That was it. Her dress was gone, and 
the remains of the stockings had been thrown on the 
remnants of the fire. She had not been offered a chance 
to wash off in the lake, and she had not asked for one, 
the come drying on her body and in her hair. 

As she walked before me, I watched her naked form 
carefully, ready to act quickly should her exhausted 
body fail her on the difficult footing of the path. The 
butt plug, still buried in her ass at Leah's 
instructions, swayed deliciously as she made her way 
along the trail, seemingly undisturbed by her nudity. 
Her breasts swung beautifully, the chain now gone. The 
leather straps had been removed from her ankles to make 
way for her shoes, but those on her wrists remained, 
although they had been separated so she could use her 
arms for balance. 

The mood among the camera crew was light as we made our 
way along, and Leah, now dressed in the clothes she had 
worn in, was eyeing my wife with regularity. She smiled 
at her softly when they made eye contact, and asked how 
she was doing, the gentleness she now expressed as 
sweet as her torture had been evil. There was a 
connection between them that I watched with interest.

When we arrived back at the highway, the guys loaded 
the gear as Leah, to my surprise, again attached my 
wife's wrist restraints, this time behind her back. My 
wife offered no resistance, simply hanging her head as 
a pick-up truck passed not ten feet away, the two young 
male occupants hooting in joy at seeing a naked woman 
on the side of the road. They hit the brakes, but 
quickly moved on as big man Jason stepped forward and 
simply shook his head no.

Leah looked at me. 'You planning to stay at the hotel 
in town?'

Just me? 'Yes.'

'The guys will take you there. I want to use your car.'

It wasn't hard to tell I was confused and concerned. It 
was also clear my wife was surprised, but she said 
nothing. She remained totally passive, which was out of 
character for her, a remarkable change. Leah let me 
worry for a moment, then added, 'This one is special, I 
haven't had enough. I want to take her home to meet my 
roommate. I'll bring her back to you at the hotel 
tomorrow.' 

The guys looked on in silence, as another car drove by, 
my wife totally exposed. I looked her over, Her body 
had a slight sheen of sweat from the hike, and numerous 
welts were still clearly visible, scattered across her 
front. Her nipples were red and swollen, and I 
remembered how she had screamed when the clips had been 
removed, the returning circulation bringing pain with 
it. As I stared at her beautiful naked body, readily 
available for inspection with her hands bound behind 
her back, I felt a stirring in my groin, despite my 
uncertainty about the situation.

Leah turned to my wife, placing her arms around her 
shoulders and pulling her naked form up against her own 
body. With erotic tenderness, she leaned in and kissed 
my wife. My cock definitely stiffened as my wife 
responded eagerly. The kiss was long and passionate, 
their heads tilting in opposite directions and their 
eyes closing as their mouths opened to accept each 
other's tongue. When they finally paused, Leah held her 
close, and looking deep into her eyes, asked, 'You want 
to come with me.' My wife hesitated only a moment, then 
nodded a yes, never losing eye contact.

Watching this exchange, their could be no doubt that 
wife was knowingly agreeing to be Leah's lover for the 
evening, and probably her roommate's as well, male or 
female. It turned me on, plain and simple. 

When Leah turned back to me, I handed her the keys 
without a word. My wife came up to me and kissed me, 
tenderly, but with less passion then she kissed Leah. 
She looked at me with pleading eyes. Her question was 
simple, 'OK?'

I smiled. 'OK.'

As my naked wife stood before me, on the side of the 
highway, her hands bound behind her back, I knew she 
wanted to do this. I knew my beautiful, strong willed, 
ever dominant wife, a model mother and a leader within 
our community, wanted to be a love slave to the woman 
who had just beat her, out in the open, in broad 
daylight, to numerous orgasms. I wanted her to do it as 
well. When she turned to walk to the car, the butt plug 
was still deep in her ass. Leah helped her into the 
passenger seat, closed the door, then went around to 
the driver's side, got in, and drove away with her 
prize without a word.

The half hour drive to the hotel seemed longer, and I 
was quiet as the other guys talked freely about how 
exciting the day had been, and how hot my wife was. I 
heard enough to know Leah's roommate was a submissive 
college girl, and that these guys ran an adult web site 
on which my wife would soon be a featured model. The 
last part was a bit unsettling, but I also realized my 
wife knew that all along.

As their talk turned to the need to relieve their 
horniness, I felt a twinge of anticipation as I 
wondered if they had plans for me. Leah made it clear 
my wife had told them about our previous adventures, 
and while I had never done anything with another guy 
when my wife wasn't around, I found I was turned on by 
the thought of being forced to offer relief to these 
three. But they simply dropped me off with a friendly 
good-bye, unloading my bags, which had been transferred 
from the other car.

It was a long and lonely night, and I masturbated 
numerous times, turned on by the events of the day and 
thoughts of what my wife must be doing. Sleep was 
difficult. Leah brought my wife back to me mid-
afternoon the next day, when my anxiety was nearly 
spiraling out of control. 

My wife was dressed in a simple white dress, which was 
made of thin cotton and did little to conceal the fact 
that she was naked underneath. Red marks were still 
visible on her thighs. Leah was warm and friendly, and 
kissed me deeply. She then kissed my wife as 
passionately as the day before, right there in the 
parking lot, catching the interest of a couple of other 
guests that were milling about. Leah offered a word of 
thanks, and then she was gone.

My wife was exhausted and needed sleep, drifting off 
almost immediately as she lay contentedly in my arms on 
the hotel bed. Suppressing my urge to ask questions, I 
held her as she slept, wanting desperately to know what 
the night had been like. I knew she would tell me, and 
as I deviously unbuttoned her dress as she slept, I got 
my first clue. Her pussy was as bare as the day she was 
born.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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