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by Anonymous William and I have these friends, John and Carla, that we go out to dinner with and talk and laugh with and usually carry on half the night. They are a lot of fun to be around and I enjoy getting together with them, but by the time we eat and usually end up back at their place or ours talking late, I'm too tired and William's tired and I don't get any sex. Not that I have to have sex every single night, but this particular day William called me at work, talking dirty, telling me everything he wanted to do to me that night. He got me all worked up and ready for a hot night, and when I get home I find out we're going out with John and Carla. I was not happy. Just for spite I decided to tease him all night. I wanted to remind him of what he could have been doing. I dressed as sexy as I thought I could get away with, all in black, garter belt, stockings, black panties, a skirt just long enough to cover the tops of my stockings, a thin sheer black bra, and a black blouse. If I got the opportunity, I planned to pull up my skirt and show Mr. William exactly what he was missing. I'll show him to work me up for nothing. Dinner went well. We were seated at a small round table with Carla straight across from me and William and John on either side. I had sort of forgotten about my little revenge when I noticed William taking several extra glances at my lap. I also noticed John doing the same thing. I looked down at my own lap. It wasn't very noticeable, and I'm sure they were trying to figure out if they were really seeing what they thought they saw, but the outline of my garter belt was visible through the fabric of my skirt. The attention of these two men caused my mind to wander places it probably shouldn't have gone. Before I realized it I was worked up again. The bra I was wearing was way too thin to hide the fact that my nipples were now showing. Carla, of course, couldn't see what they were looking at in my lap, but she couldn't miss the fact that they were repeatedly looking at me. I know she had to feel just a little envious that I was getting all this attention. When my nipples became noticeable she said, in such a way that I knew she knew better, "Are you cold?" I suddenly started rubbing my arms, faking it, and said, "Yea, a little bit." She said, "William, get over there and warm her up." William joked, "I don't think I can do that right here in front of everybody." Carla said, "I think that's exactly what she wants." We ended up back at our place with John and Carla sitting together on the couch and William and I sitting on the loveseat directly across. We started talking about, of all things, sex. Actually, Carla and I were doing most of the talking. William was being smugly quiet. John seemed a little embarrassed, uncomfortable, horny. I think he was ready to get Carla out of there, but she and I were still talking. Carla started describing a position that she and John had tried recently, how he had bent her forward over the couch and entered her from behind. I told her William did that to me only he tied me to the couch where I couldn't move. Her eyes got as big as golf balls. She asked, "He ties you up? For real? Not just play?" I nodded and said, "Yes." She said, "I didn't realize you guys were into S&M and whips and chains and beatings and... "No," William said firmly. I looked at him and he looked at me. He said to me, "You opened this can of worms; you explain it." "William has never really 'hurt' me," I said. "He has scared me once or twice when I thought he was going to, but no we are not into the 'pain' part of that type of sex. Sometimes it's very exciting to not be in control. To have no idea what he is going to do to me and to be helpless to do anything about it. It's a thrill ride of sorts, sexual tension, nervous excitement, suspense, and the whole time we're playing I am the complete center of attention. I am his world. There are no distractions." Carla, with her eyes still as big as ever, grabbed John on the knee and said, "Take notes. You need to remember this." Then she said to me, "What exactly is it that he does?" William said, "Go get your pictures." I thought I would die. I had that knot in my stomach, that fear that gripped me when I first allowed myself to be vulnerable with William. The thought that scared me the most was, "Where would this game end?" I could have said no, but I didn't want to. There was something very erotic about sitting around the coffee table showing those pictures to another couple, something taboo, forbidden. Besides, the pictures William was referring to weren't all that revealing. I was usually wearing lingerie, or at least bra and panties. You could cut the tension in that room with a knife. No one said a word. Everyone was waiting to see what I would do. I looked at William, at John and at Carla. I got up and slowly walked off to the back of the house. No one said a word the whole time I was out of the room. I retrieved the photo album from where we had hidden it in the bedroom. Before I returned, I opened it and looked at it myself. I took a deep breath and returned to the living room. I started to hand the album to William when he said, "Why don't you sit over here and show them to our guests?" He pulled up a wooden chair to the corner of the coffee table. It sat higher than the couch or the table, really putting me on display. When I reached to open the album, I had to bend forward, revealing far more of my cleavage than I was comfortable with. Carla and I again were doing most of the talking. She asked, "How tight were the ropes," and "Did this hurt?" She was very curious about one picture with me kneeling with my hands tied down in front of my crotch. She wanted to know about the crotch rope that was tied through to my back. I told her how if I moved or wiggled at all how it would stimulate my most sensitive areas. "William uses that a lot when he wants to stand in front and me and have me, uh,... perform oral sex on him. That way both of us get stimulated at the same time." John had been very quiet. Carla and I very much had his attention, but he hadn't said much. He sat with his hand on Carla's knee and every time Carla or I said something particularly sexy he would squeeze her leg. His hand had slid up her leg, pulling her dress up with it. I could now see that Carla was wearing stockings as well. At this point John asked William, "How do you tie that?" Carla was obviously very excited at the fact that John was showing some interest in trying this. William looked at me and said, "Go get your ropes." "Oh God no," I thought. "He's not going to demonstrate on me; it he? Or is he going to demonstrate on Carla. That would be even worse. Maybe he's just going to tie the knots without a 'model'." I remember what I thought about earlier, "Where was this going to end." William said, "Better yet, bring the entire case." We kept the ropes and all sorts of other toys in a long black nylon gun bag that unzipped from one end to the other. Again I slowly left the room. When I returned my wooden chair was missing. William said, "Put the case down there," pointing to the coffee table. I did and then stood there awkward, not knowing where to sit or what to do. William started unzipping the bag. I was afraid he would throw the whole thing open, but he discretely opened on end and removed one length of rope. He looked at me and said, "Take off your blouse." He didn't ask. Neither did he command real stern. He just said it, matter of fact, as if he knew I wouldn't resist. I didn't. I was so nervous my hands were shaking. I had a hard time with the buttons. I handed William my blouse and he laid it on the loveseat behind him. He then said, "Get on your knees." I did. He then said, "John, come over here. I want you to see this real well." John and William were standing over me when William said, "Hold your hands out, palms together." He then started talking to John. "What you do is you tie a square knot on this arm, then you make three or four loops around both arms, then two or three between the arms, then tie the loose end back to the loose end of the original knot, like that." In a matter of seconds my hands were bound tightly together. "It's the loops between the arms that determine how tight the ropes are. Don't over do it. Listen to her and pay attention. If the hands start changing color or tingling, loosen it up." William held my hands and said, "Get up. Turn around." When I did he started very slowly lowering the zipper in the back of my skirt. William quickly, violently jerked my skirt just below my ass and then as if he regained control, very slowly lowered it the rest of the way to the floor. He then showed John how to tie a rope around my waist as a belt. He tied a double length of rope to my wrists which he pulled through my crotch and tied at the small of my back. He turned me to face Carla and said, "Well Carla, what do you think?" She said to me, "That's a lovely outfit. Where did you get it?" Then this evil grin grew across her face and she said, "I love the way it all ties together." This was too surreal. William said to her, "Can you see yourself like this?" "Maybe," she answered. William reached down and unzipped the black bag completely. He folded it open where John and Carla could see everything inside, more rope, handcuffs, blindfolds, gags, vibrators, and several dildos of different types. If I wasn't already embarrassed, I was solid red now. I could feel the warmth across my face. William got a leather collar out of the bag and put it around my neck. He then hooked a black leather leash to it and said to me, "Lets go." He said, "Everybody this way," as he led me to the back room. John and Carla stood against the wall. Carla nervously held tightly to John's arm. William placed the end of my leash in my mouth and said, "Don't drop this." He released my crotch rope and tied a rope from the ceiling to my wrists. He then went over to the wall and tightened the ceiling rope pulling my hands way over my head. He said, "Carla, will you please go back to the living room and get my black bag?" Carla looked at John who nodded approvingly and off she went. When she got back William asked her to place it on the little table against the back wall. She did and very quickly ran back to John's arm. William took the leash out of my mouth and unhooked it. From behind he reached around my face to place a gag in my mouth. It was a small rubber ball, about the size of a golf ball, with a nylon strap wrapped around my head to hold it in tightly. He got down on his knees in front of me and starting about my hip, rubbed his hands slowly down my left leg. To this day I love the way he touches me when I'm tied up. On his knees, slowly, tenderly, it's like he's worshiping me. When his hands reached my ankle, he said, "Lift up." He removed my shoe. He then removed the other one. This was odd. He usually liked them on. He laid them on the table at the back and came back to my ankles with a length of rope. He tied my ankles together in much the same style as he had tied my wrists earlier. William walked back to the table. He was behind me so I couldn't see exactly what he was doing but I could see John and Carlas reaction. They were looking past me at him and their eyebrows went way up. William reached around me from behind and held the handle of a whip with both hands under my chin forcing me to look up. His face was right beside mine. He started talking to John and Carla. "Sheri knows I probably will not whip her hard, but she also knows I am capable of it. The point is, she doesn't know what I'm going to do. Neither do I. I might love on her very soft and tender. I might kiss and caress her all over. I might whip her severely. While she's standing up like this I might get down on my knees and lick her pussy. You'd like that wouldn't you," he said to me. "Nod for me." I did. He said, "I might throw her down and screw her brains out, or probably the greatest torture of all, I might make her wait before I do anything." He said to me, "But tonight I think... No. I know. Tonight darling, you are going to get whipped." He walked away, swinging the whip against the floor. He stopped beside Carla and John where I could see all three of them. He turned the handle around backwards in his hand, handed it toward Carla and said, "Care to do the honors?" I don't know who was scared more, me or Carla. She looked at William. She looked at John. She looked at me. She looked back at the handle of that whip in front of her. She stared at it. She reached out a trembling hand and took it from William. She took a step toward me, swinging the whip against the floor. William said, "Go easy on her, she's very special." With her head still turned down she looked up with her eyes at me. I just then realized how evil Carla looked. She has dark auburn hair that was partially down in her face. She was wearing a tight short red dress with black stockings. Carla is petite and trim. She is actually a little shorter than I am, but at that moment she looked huge. "That's why," I thought. "That's why William took my shoes off. That twisted pervert! He planned this out all along. But hold on a minute. I still have a way out, I think." William and I have always had an arranged signal for stop. If I am gagged and I want to stop, I give him the finger. I haven't used it much, but he has always honored it. I could have stopped this right then, but this was a fantasy that William always wanted to see, so I let it continue a little ways. Carla got right in my face, wrapped the whip around the back of my neck and held it together under my chin. She whispered in a rough husky voice so that the guys could not hear. "I think these men want to see us put on a show. What do you think?" Of course I couldn't answer, I was still gagged. She said, "Just look at them. I don't think I have ever seen John this horny." She was right. The thin dress pants they were wearing were not enough to hide the bulges trapped inside." She said, "Well, if we are going to put on a show, then we better do it right." With that she stepped back leaving the whip around my neck and across my shoulders. She looked me straight in the eye with her back to the men and reached up behind to unzip her dress. Both John and William's mouths fell open with this new development. William had one hand back against the wall. His knuckles were white as if he were trying to claw a hole in the wall. Carla slid her dress to the floor, turned and handed it to John and said, "Will you put that somewhere for me honey?" She had on a red satin bra, matching thong, elastic top stockings, and black high heels. I heard every little click those heels made against the floor as she walked back toward me. I trust William, to the point that when he ties me up I'm really not scared, maybe a little nervous, but not scared. I fake being scared because it's part of my role. This night, I did not have to fake it. I did not trust Carla. I had no idea what she would do. It wouldn't be so bad if William and John had talked her into this, but they didn't have to. She jumped into this role as if she had wanted it all her life. She enjoyed holding that whip up to my chin. I could see it in her eyes. It was that same dark lust I had seen in William's eyes so many times, a lust for power, a lust for control, a lust for sex. I didn't know if Carla went both ways or not. To tell you the truth at that point, I don't think she knew either. I decided if things got out of hand I would stop it. I would use the finger. I needed to know if William would even see it. I looked William in the eye, made an questioning expression with my eyes and stretched all ten of my fingers straight up. I then closed them into a fist and opened them again. William saw what I was doing, smiled slightly, and nodded yes. I knew that he knew what I was thinking, and I knew if I wanted him to, he would put a stop to everything. When Carla got back to me she gently lifted the whip off my shoulders. She walked all the way around me at least once, swinging that whip against the floor. "Smack." She swung hard on the very first swing. Not too hard, just harder than I expected. William always started lightly, teasing, making me wonder when and if he was going to swing hard. Smack. "Umphf." She gave me five solid swings across my ass. William and John had moved to my left, still against the wall. There was a mirror behind me, and I knew they had moved so they could see both sides of me at the same time. William said, "Pull her panties down so you can see if her ass is turning red." Carla said, "Oh I'll do more than that. I want her naked." She laid the whip down on the floor and walked up right in front of me. She reached around behind me and unhooked my bra. Her hands brushed against the sides of my breasts as she lifted it over my head and placed it backwards laying around my shoulders. She took a step back and looked at my breasts. She said, "I've always envied you for having those. They are nice." She got down on her knees in front of me. She untied the rope that held my ankles together. She slid my panties to the floor and helped me step out of them. Placing one hand on either side of my left leg, she felt my leg all the way up to where my garters attached. She unhooked each one and slowly slid my stocking to the floor. She did the same thing with the other leg. Laying the side of her face against my belly, she hugged around my hips to unhook my garter belt. On her knees, she sat back against her heels to survey what she had done. She said, "Well boys, is this a good looking woman or what?" She placed one hand on the front of my leg just above the knee and started sliding it toward my hip. "Just what kind of show do you guys want to see?" William and John were speechless. They looked like they were about to cream in their pants. She said, "Do you want to see me whip her some more, give her some more pain, or do you want to see me give her pleasure?" She turned and looked at them, still rubbing my leg. She turned up and looked at me and said, "What do you want me to do? Do you want me to whip you, or do you want me to eat that pussy?" I pulled against the ropes. I thought, "I have to stop this now, or do I? I mean can I let her do this? William would love it. I would love it, or at least I would love for a man to do that to me right now, but can I let her do it?" She brushed the hair around out of her face looked up at me and licked her lips. "I have to decide right now," I thought. She started leaning forward toward my.... I decided. However, just as I decided, she got up smiled sheepishly and said, "Just teasing." She picked up the whip walked over to William and said, "I think she's had enough. I think she needs to be fucked. Care to do the honors?" William said, "I don't think she's the only one. John, have you been paying attention?" "Oh yes," John said. William said, "Well, I think it's time to show us what you've learned. He handed a length of rope to John. John looked at Carla and said, "Take off your bra." She looked around, a little surprised, and took it off. John, very efficiently tied her hands together. William got "the horse", a padded sawhorse, and set it in front of me and just to my left. It was not turned toward me. It was turned sideways. He said, "Bring her over here. Bend her over and tie her hands down here." John bent Carla over right in front of me. I was looking at her from above and the side. I was so close I could see down between her cheeks. John took her panties off and threw them out of the way. William handed him more rope and he tied Carla's legs spread apart to the brackets on the horse. We were so close that her left foot was actually behind me. John was standing in front of Carla. She was trying to look up at him which is very difficult to do from that position. Been there; done that. John was taking off his clothes. John's not a bad looking man either, tall, muscular, sandy hair, hairy. He removed the last of his clothes revealing a good sized cock which Carla eagerly started working on when he grabbed her by the hair and shoved it in her mouth. William was standing in front of me just beyond these two. He started taking off his clothes. He was looking and me and at Carlas bare, open ass. "Oh hell no you don't," I thought. "You are not going to fuck her right in front of me. Well, at least you are not lying and sneaking, but this is still too much." I gave him the finger. I gave him several fingers. There were birds flying all over that room. He seemed to pay no attention at all. He finished removing his clothes revealing his stiff cock. He walked up and kissed me on the cheek. He turned facing Carla's ass, looked at it, paused, turned on around and walked out of the way. John walked around in front of me, got on his knees and started eating Carla. Carla moaned and oooed and yes'd and made quite a scene. I felt the rope holding my hands above my head loosen slightly. William was sitting behind me sliding himself between my legs and giving me that licking I so needed. I would have made a lot of noises myself if it were not for that rubber ball I was chewing on. John stood up and entered Carla. I had seen X-rated videos before, but this was the first time I had ever seen it live. I was so close I could see his shiny wet cock sliding in and out. I could hear all the noises. I could even smell it. William stood up and entered me. It was a difficult angle, with me standing almost straight up, bent only slightly forward, but William was slamming up into me just the same. He had one hand rubbing my clit and the other across my chest pinching one nipple. The sight, the sound, the smell, the sensation, this was one of the best orgasms I had ever had. John came deep inside Carla and just fell across her holding her. William removed my gag and started untying me feverishly. I fell to my knees, half from exhaustion and half because I knew what he wanted. He pulled up a chair which he placed one foot on as I leaned forward to suck his cock. John untied Carla and they both watched as William came, part in my mouth and part all over my chest. He got down on his knees and held me as we caught our breath. William said, "There is one more thing I need to tell you guys. Always keep a means of communication. Even if Sheri is gagged, we have an arranged signal or a way for her to say stop. She gives me the finger. There were a couple of times tonight when I thought she was going to use it, but she didn't." Carla and I both ended up in the bathroom cleaning up at the same time. I was washing off my chest when she said, "Sheri, I have a question." "Yes," I said. "If I hadn't been teasing, If I had tried to go through with it, would you have stopped it; would you have let me?" I turned to look at her, naked, sex drenched as I was. "If you wanted to know the answer to that question, you should have found out when you had the chance," I said as I walked out.