Wench's Fitting

Wench's Fitting Part 2

The next day, we woke up and went down to the bike to pick up the chastity belt. As my Love put the helmet over my head, I saw that the visor was still blacked out, and that the pictures on the inside had been changed. They were all of me in bondage the day before. Looking at them, I had to agree with my Love – I DID look like a wanton Wench!

Love whispered "Initial feedback from the internet is pretty good – you just might be a hit!"

I cringed – There are pictures of me in bondage, wearing only a blindfold, and I was the ten thousandth person to see them, with who knows how many to follow.

We wound our way through the Baltimore streets, with me glad that the face shield was painted black – I had visions of a passerby pointing yelling "Hey! There's that babe we were looking at last night! Yeah! The one with the foam up her ass!"

We eventually arrived, and I was led into a room, and ordered to "strip naked, and put on everything on the bench. I took off the motorcycle helmet, and saw the bench had only a blindfold. I put it on, and strode out.

Love said "Well, there's been a slight delay – Andy's not ready with your chastity belt quite yet. You can wait in the other room.

He led me a short distance, and handed me a tube of gel. "Lube up Wench!" He gleefully called out, obviously louder than what was needed.

I wasn't wet (yet), so I lubed up front first. I then dribbled a generous glob of goo onto my fingers, and started lubricating up my rear. Much as I hated things up my butt, I know that my Love enjoyed sticking plugs or his penis up there, and I had no choice in the matter. The more lube, the less it hurt.

"This one in front." I was handed a dildo. By feel, it was an odd jelly, modestly sized going around, but quite long. I slid it a bit in, then a little out. Then more in, and a little out, and twirling it to ease its entry. I felt that when it hit resistance, it kind of ballooned out, the same way that a balloon will get fatter if you push on the two ends. Given how long it was, this could end quite badly for me. I slid it in until it stopped – it still had a lot more length than I had depth.

"Hold that one in like a good wench, and this one goes in back. Put it in nice and slow." I was handed a butt-plug of the same material. Once again, the diameter was fine, but it was way too long to fit to the base. I slowly slid it in and out, in and out, a little deeper each time. I made sure to twirl it a bit to spread the lube, in case I missed anywhere.

An unfamiliar voice surprised me. "Oh man! She sure can perform for the camera, can't she!" This wasn't Andy, and wasn't my Love! Who was this guy?

Oh god! I was screwing myself up the ass with a rubber dick not only for an audience, but for the entire internet!

Love laughed. "Yeah. I'll e-mail you the video." That didn't make me feel any better. The net had action video of me! I finally pushed the plug in as far as it would go, and held it and the dildo in place.

I was told to kneel, which I quickly did. I was rewarded by having some kind of a bar lifted between my legs, holding the dildo and butt-plug securely in my privates. Hands I couldn't see shackled my ankles with fur-lined manacles. The bar between my legs lifted, and I knelt up as straight as I could to avoid the pressure it gave to my crotch. When I could lift no more, it was secured to my ankles. I got the message – if I try to lift my ankles, my crotch will sure feel it.

I felt something odd. It was the strange feeling of a presence – not Love, not the mystery man, but someone else. I dismissed it as my wrists were manacled in more fur-lined comfort. Although comfortable, there was no doubting that the manacles were just as secure.

My wrists were pulled out to the sides. As they were being tied off, I heard an "mmpphh!" just in front of me. I wasn't alone! There was another woman tied barely in front of me!

The mystery man yelled "Sextoy! I told you to be quiet!"

"Ah!" I called out as a clamp bit into my exposed nipple, more from the surprise than the pain. I weathered the second clamp better, letting out barely a wimper. My nipples are so sensitive! The clamps were pulled up, lifting my boobs higher and higher. I grimaced from the pinching and yanking. The tightening finally stopped. I straightened up my back to relieve as much of the strain on my boobs as I could. The clamps were raised that much higher and tied off.

I felt the tip of a rubber penis at my mouth, and opened wide without being told. I felt like such a slutty Wench! The penis gag was slid into my mouth, and a strap was buckled around my head to hold it in. There was a generous breathing hole through the middle. After I had taken a few breaths through it, my lips were taped around it. There would be no cheating; I had to suck on the penis to breathe.

Love said "OK, the pets are secure. I guess some introductions are in order." My blindfold was removed.

I saw the back of a bare room, and was surprised at all of the I-bolts, pulleys, and other attachment points along the walls, floor, and ceiling! A nude long haired blonde woman was kneeling not a foot in front of my face. Her arms were similarly tied out to the sides to a pulley in each wall, from there up to a pulley in the ceiling, and then down to my nipple clamps. If she pulled her hands in, it would be my nipples that got yanked, and vice versa with my wrists and her nipples. The twin penis gag that went in my mouth had a pair of balls in front of my mouth, then a second penis going into her mouth. Her lips were taped around the penis with some transparent packing tape. We stared at each other, dumbfounded and uncertain. I had so many questions, but couldn't ask any of them. She was tied up in front of, and attached to me. Did she do this thing often? Was she here for a chastity belt? Is she commonly in sexual situations with other women, like a lesbian or anything? What fun things had she had tried on her? What was her relationship with the guy, and how did she feel it? Instead, we stared at each other nervously with rubber penises filling our every orifice. Not the way I typically meet ladies, giving them the silent treatment.

Love did the introductions. Pointing to Mystery Man, "You will address him as 'Master', and me as 'my Love'. "Sextoy, this is Wench." As we couldn't shake hands or hug, I tried to express "Hi" with my eyebrows. Due to the pink penis spreading her lips, I have no idea if she got it. "Wench, this is Sextoy." She leaned forward a bit, pushing me back. I guess it was a greeting. I pushed back in response.

I heard Love mutter "Just going to have to put a stop to that one." He parted my hair in half, making two ponytails high on the crown of my head, tying a long thin cord around each base. He then braided each ponytail, using the cord as one of the three strands of the braid. When he was done, each cord was well attached to my head. He used them like reins to guide my head where he wanted it, then tied them up and back to prevent me from turning my head or going forward.

Love then went behind Sextoy, and repeated the process. When tying off her braids, he pulled until there was gentle pressure from our hair pulling us apart, and gentle pressure from the gag straps pulling us together. Movement in any direction would be painful.

The two men walked out – as far as I know. Sextoy was facing the door. We gently tested out our forced position. Any arm movement would pull the other's nipples. Any movement of my ankles wouldn't move the invaders in my crotch, but would instead enlarge the dildo and butt-plug in her crotch, and vice versa. We stared at each other in still silence.

After a few minutes, I heard the men return. "mmpphh!!" I leapt in surprise as something large and cold was placed on my back! I realized my mistake too late when I saw Sextoy's eyes go wide. The men laughed. "That was fun. We need to do that again!" They continued to put the cold metal back strap of the chastity bra around me. I made sure not to move. Apparently the cups weren't attached yet. They got the fit information they needed, and left.

Not a minute later, they were back. Sextoy suddenly looked very nervous. I resolved myself to behave and be perfectly still for her sake. I knew the strap was cold. If the cups were ready, I would know when they were going to be fitted. I wouldn't move a muscle.

I didn't have a chance. The surprise of having the ice cube placed on the bare arch of my foot was too much. I instinctually jerked my foot away. The ice was put on the other arch, and I jerked again. I jerked when it was placed on my butt. Love came around with the camera, and started taking pictures. Master moved the ice around the tender parts of my body, getting a response each time. The ice went to my armpits, the back of my neck, anywhere sensitive. I was nervous, never knowing where the cold would be. Sextoy was nervous too – she could see the ice coming, but not do anything about the response I would give!

When I finally steeled myself not to flinch, the game was over. Master moved behind Sextoy. He asked me "Did you know it was common practice to show the prisoner the implement of torture before it was used?" He smiled and held up a large feather. Oh god! If Sextoy was as ticklish as I was, this is going to be disasterous for me! With my lips sealed around this giant penis, there was no warning I could give! Master laughed at my wide-eyed terror.

A flick of his wrist toward her right foot, and Sextoy jerked away, forcing the dildo further into me. Another light tickle to her armpit had her flinch again with an audibly nervous "mmpphh" from tickling. Her flinching arm jerked up on my clamped nipple. I "mmpphh"ed from the sudden pain. Now I knew what Sextoy was going through when I was being teased with the ice. I was powerless to stop it then, as I was powerless to stop it now. I knew that Master would torment Sextoy with ticklish feathers; she would torment me by laughing spasms. It was going to be a long day...

My eyes opened wide as my ass was opened wide by a moving foot. "MMpphh!!" Couldn't she control herself at all? Master continued tickling Sextoy, and I continued to try to yell and scream as the invaders penetrated me below, my nipples were yanked in the middle, and the penis tried going in and out of my mouth. My scalp was also aching as it anchored my head from being thrust forward and back.

Master stopped the tickling. I was glad that he was kind enough to make it short. I looked up to him in gratitude. He smiled at me, and held up a second feather. Oh no! I begged and pleaded into the penis gag. It wouldn't have done any good even if he did understand me.

Master redoubled his tickling onslaught. Sextoy broke the tape holding her mouth onto the penis gag. She started laughing uncontrollably as she was tickled by the two feathers.

In contrast, I was raped by the twin intruders up into my privates, spasming and twitching every time Sextoy pulled her arms. My nipples seemed to be dancing themselves into oblivion, with how many times they were pulled on.

Love was laughing at my predicament as he snapped picture after picture with the camera that would be paying the bills.

Then I felt it – a light touch under my armpit. Oh no! Not tickling me too! I tried to hold out, but didn't last even a few seconds until I too was laughing and trying fruitlessly to escape the tickling. I also burst out of the tape around my mouth, and joined Sextoy in giggling, laughing, and screaming from the torment. Never before had I experienced such a blurring of the line between pleasure and pain.

I felt such a connection to Sextoy, a form of sisterhood, or bonding. Any movement of mine had a response to her, and vice versa. Anyone who endures this together has experienced something together they just can't explain to anyone else.

Then it happened – Sextoy tensed up in the throes of orgasm. It was a beautiful thing to watch. As she screamed out her hormonal passion, the tickling stopped. We both collapsed (as best as we could) into heaps of estrogen-soaked aches. I couldn't believe just how much my butt, vagina, and nipples ached. My scalp was on fire; I hoped it was still intact. I was physically exhausted from all the excitement.

Andy's voice from behind me was anti-climatic. "Sextoy's outfit is ready."

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