An intense experience that helps me masturbate…not that I need much help. I don’t need to augment it when I relive it…the experience is enough in and of itself.
I lie on the wet sheet, panting and shaking. Even I can’t believe I have cum so many times, each bigger than the last.
There is incense burning and the room is candle-lit but by only three candles. The note said I should go to our bedroom, strip naked and use the handcuffs to cuff my ankles and then my wrists. I can only manage to do one wrist though. I’m to lie face down on the bed and as I do so, I feel the plastic sheet under the cotton one.
The door opens and closes making the candles flutter. A blindfold is slipped expertly over my eyes and the other wrist feels the cold steel of another pair of handcuffs. I’m chained and cuffed, spreadeagled on the bed, and I await what is to come.
“You see how passive she is?” Two people then? Who is Emily talking to? “Beautiful isn’t she? She may be small, but her body is sculpted to perfection.” I try to work out by scent who is there, but the incense masks such delicacies as feminine scents. A clever move. It also makes me think of the convent school of course, and my adolescent fantasies of the monks nuns and priests.
“I bet she’s thinking about school. Dirty bitch. Go on….touch her.” I feel fingers travel down my back and over my bum cheeks. My legs are spread and a hand traces between them but, frustratingly doesn’t get as far as my clit, neither does a finger penetrate me.
“Now, take the riding crop and hit her gently just…..there.” I feel a tap on my bum cheek. “No…I said gently, but I also said ‘hit’ didn't I well, do it, or you’ll be next.” The next stroke is firmer and sends a sting directly between my legs. Whoever it is hit me in precisely the same place on my bum.
“Again, harder.”
Ouch
“And again, harder still.”
Fuck!
“Once more….really hard, but make her wait for it.” I hear a whisper of something but can’t make out what.
The riding crop whistles through the air and I tense myself, but it doesn’t make contact. Another false whistle, and then a pause followed with no warning by the hardest stroke yet.
I’m pouring wetness. I can feel it flooding out of me. “Look at her cunt. See how much she enjoys this?” Another whispered conversation while my blood pumps in my ears. I feel something being pushed between my bum cheeks and the familiar stretching of a butt-plug. I push back to meet it and I hear Emily’s voice dripping with disdain. “Well! Will you look at that! See how the horny little cunt likes it up the arse? What a slut. Now, take this and drape it slowly over her bum.”
It’s the cat o’ nine tails. Oh God….I know what’s coming now….and I can’t wait. It slashes down on me, the knots biting into the flesh of my bum. “Perfect’ just like that…for now.” Five strokes follow, each one sets my guts on fire and I feel my vagina opening, which only increases the flow of my wetness.
I feel a draft. Has the door opened again? Am I alone? The butt-plug is stretching me deliciously but my cunt feels so empty. I can’t quite grind my clit on the bed effectively enough to get anyway, but every nerve in my body screams for fulfilment.
How long passes? Half an hour? Longer? My mind is racing through erotic scenarios and I’m almost cumming just by thinking. I’ve done that before and let me tell you, orgasms achieved by thought alone, are staggering.
The cat strikes me totally unexpectedly. Five times, but strokes varying from savage to light. Then they stop again and I hear kissing. This is followed by Emily moaning “Yes….suck me…..finger me. No…two fingers…deep…..yesssss.” I hear the familiar sounds of my wife cumming and it drive me insane.
I know I’m bleeding from the cat. “Well…go on then. Do what we talked about.” I feel kisses right where I’m bleeding. Kisses and love bites as two fingers penetrate my cunt. Instinctively I know those fingers have just been up Emily. I’m almost there.
“Make her cum. Make her piss.”
A hand touches the butt-plug base but instead of withdrawing it, it pushes it deeper, and then. “Go on, Dani, fuck her.”
My world shatters. Shards of coloured light stab my eyes as reality fragments into the most powerful of orgasms.
When I come round, my shackles are gone. I’m drenched with sweat, and Em and Dani lie either side of me.
More things followed….extreme things….things that must remain private…
….at least, or now.
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