Discovering Bondage Part 2
By Master2124
Sarah went to the drawers and delved into them until she found one of my sexy
playsuits that were open at crotch and breast. In fact there were two large
round holes in the bodice through which the whole of my breasts could be seen.
It was a shiny red wet-look material, very soft and clingy. She threw it across
to me. "Put this on, " she commanded me and nip down to the kitchen and make us
both a nice drink while I change the sheets. Can't have you lying in your own
cum for the next couple of hours can we?"
So off I went obediently, happy to know that I would be lying on clean sheets at
least.
When I returned we sat and drank the coffee I had made and talked a little about
every day things.
After we had finished our drinks she lifted up the rubber facemask with its
dildo gag. "I told you that Frank wants you to wear this, didn't I?" I nodded
not liking the idea that I would be gagged while waiting for Frank to come home.
I watched as she did something with the inside of the mask and saw that she was
removing the dildo gag, the eye patches and the ear patches. She pulled the
hood over my head. This time my ears were covered but I could still hear
through the thin rubber. There were cut outs in the rubber for my eyes and
mouth.
She told me to lie down on my back on the centre of the bed and to stretch my
arms out to the corners. She picked up one rope and fastened several loops
around my right wrist, pulled the rope towards the top right corner of the bed
pulling my arm straight and tied it round the bed leg. Taking a knife she cut
the rope at that point. Moving over to the other side of the bed she did the
same with my left wrist. Having done that she moved down to the bottom of the
bed and took hold of my left ankle pulled my body taught against the wrist
bondage and tied my ankle to the bottom of the bed. She did the same with my
right ankle. I was now spread in a tight X on the bed with my wide-open cunt
pointing towards the door. The bed had a headboard but no footboard so I was
clearly visible from the doorway.
"That's the regular spread eagle that almost every Master likes," she told me.
You're nice and vulnerable, ready for a good fucking when he wants to get on
with it. The nice thing about it is that you are nice and comfortable. The bad
thing is he can leave you like this for hours and not be worried about you.
Still as long as you have nice memories then waitings not a problem, just
requires some patience, and patience is something you're going to learn a lot
about."
"Now to make you a little more decorative and at the same time had a little more
tension to you're pretty body."
She tied a loop of rope around my left arm just above the elbow, ran it down
across the bed and then tied it around my thigh just above my knee, pulling the
intervening rope tight, and thus put pressure on my arm and leg. She then ran
this across between my opened legs and tied it of around my right thigh, again
pulling the intervening rope tight. From there she ran it up to my right arm,
and tied it off just above my elbow, again pulling it tight between. She then
took the rope across above my head and tied it off with the first loop on my
left arm. I thought she would finish there but didn't.
Our bed is different than most in that it has legs at the four corners but it
also has legs at the mid point on all four sides. I now discovered that these
extra legs could come in very useful as anchor points for bondage. From my left
arm Sarah took the rope back to the centre top of the bed, down and ran a loop
around the centre leg and back up to the middle loop on my right arm. From there
she took the rope first down to the middle leg on the right side of the bed,
then back to my thigh, then down to the leg in the middle bottom of the bed,
back up to my left thigh, then to the centre leg on the left side and back up to
my left arm. Now my arms and legs were being pulled in four different
directions by the ropes, and of course, a fifth direction by the natural forces
of my body!
Sarah walked around the bed, viewing her work from all directions.
"You look fabulous, " she told me. "Very sexy too, with your cunt still wet
from our fun and games. Frank will love it. Now I must be off, back to the
office. I'll be back tonight, and you can tell me all about it"
And she left me there!!!
I hoped she locked the door on the way out, I hated the idea that just anyone
could come in and find me like this. At least I thought I did, though the more I
thought about it the less sure that I was. After listening to Sarah's
descriptions earlier of bondage sex at the office, I really found myself
thinking about other men seeing me like this and of what they would do if the
found me. I looked towards the bedroom window. The curtains were open. I
wondered if our neighbours across the road could see in and what they would say
if they did. June was a sexy thing and Ted her man was a hunk, but we had not
been here long enough to get to know them well.
I allowed my mind to go back over the last twenty-four hours that had so changed
my life. Yesterday at this time I had been a normal housewife new to the job
and just beginning to find out what needed to be done, now I was Frank's sex
slave and Sarah was about to move in with us! I assumed that as she and Frank
both worked I would end up being housewife to both of them. It was obvious I
was going to be sex slave to both of them. They were far more conversant with
all this than I was. For a moment I felt resentful but then I remembered how
both Frank and Sarah had made absolutely certain that I got off on all this and
that I got pleasure out of it. I remembered how many shattering orgasms had
rocked my body over the last twelve hours and the resentment slipped away to be
replaced with a warm feeling of well being. And a new thought, "If I was going
to spend so much time tied up as Sarah predicted, I wouldn't have that much time
for housework, so Sarah would have to do her share. After all, being tied to a
bed all day could be classed as work!"
I lay there for some time waiting. From time to time I had to move a little to
try to change my position a little to relieve some of the tension. I didn't
have much room for movement pulled tight as I was by all the ropes pulling in so
many different directions, but I did manage, by pulling against a particular set
to at least move some of my muscles so that I didn't get cramp. It also gave me
something to do while I waited.... and waited ... and waited. Next time,
because I knew there would be a next time, I determined that I would insist that
they at least left me some music to listen to, or the radio on, or the TV or
even, if push came to shove, a video like the one Frank had put on last night
when he had me hog-tied in front of the settee. In fact, tied up like this,
maybe that would be a good idea; it would help to warm me up for what ever might
follow!!
Sarah had tied me to the bed at 10.45. It was 12.30 by the time Frank arrived
home. He came straight up stairs and stood at the door and looked at me.
"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful" he said. "Sexy and beautiful, my little sex
slave. I love the way your best parts are so readily available in that outfit.
Knowing you were lying here waiting for me has kept me hard as a rock all
morning. Sarah rang me to tell me that she had been over." He walked into the
room as he talked, shedding his clothes on the way. "She tells me you're really
hot stuff and that she enjoyed fucking about with you this morning before
getting you ready for me." He sat down on the bed, leaned down and kissed me
thoroughly, his hand going to my yawning cunt, his fingers sinking into my
softness his thumb playing with my already aroused clitoris.
His tongue entered my mouth in rhythm with his fingers in my cunt. After a
moment he stopped kissing me but continued frigging me. "She tells me that she
found you naked and tied into the spreader bar. You must have put that on
yourself then?" he questioned. I nodded in the affirmative, not speaking, just
concentrating on the pleasure I was deriving from the ministration of his
fingers. "She tells me that she hog-tied you and fucked you with a vibrator
after she nipple clamped you. And she tells me you enjoyed it and came several
times. She tells me that you have also agreed that she can move in with us."
I hadn't agreed that Sarah could move in but then neither had I disagreed. I had
nodded when she said that she would see me tonight and murmured OK so Sarah must
have decided that I had accepted her suggestion. I didn't disagree with him. I
quite liked the idea of Sarah living with us, after all, she was the one who had
made it possible for me to find myself this way, it more ways than one. In
addition she knew me very well and what I liked and didn't like. I trusted her
and I now knew that I also wanted her sexually. So the idea of Sarah living
with us turned me on. I wondered where she would be sleeping most. We had a
king size bed, easily large enough to accommodate three for love making, but I
didn't think that we would be sharing that when it came to sleeping. We also
had two guest rooms, both with double beds so there were alternatives that we
would have to explore, but enough of that later. Right now Frank was demanding
my full attention.
He climbed onto the bed and knelt above my head. He leaned forward so that his
prick was dangling in my face. He stretched himself over me so that he could
take my clitoris into his mouth. I lifted my head slightly and took his balls
into my mouth and began to play gently with them with my teeth and tongue. I
could have taken his prick into my mouth, and I had been tempted to do so
momentarily, but then decided against it. I didn't want him to come until he'd
serviced me properly. All that foreplay earlier with Sarah had made me very
desirous of his prick in my cunt, buried to the hilt with his balls banging
against my tender flesh as he ended his stroke into me. So I concentrated my
attention on his balls, knowing that this would please him, but hopefully, would
not result in him ejaculating prematurely down my throat instead of into my
cunt.
I was enjoying his attentions and I was thrusting my hips up towards him as much
as I could in the tight bondage. The movement I achieved wasn't much but he was
aware of it. I could tell by the twitching of his prick against my face.
He was nipping gently at my clitoris as his fingers continued to pump
rhythmically in and out of my wet folds making soft sucking noises. I was
beginning to grunt a little as his ministrations pushed me up towards the crest.
I wanted him to stop and replace his fingers with his prick, but at the same
time I wanted him to continue for I was truly enjoying myself. What a dilemma
to be in. Whichever choice he made I would have pleasure. If it wasn't for his
balls in my mouth I might have been tempted to call out to him to fuck me. I
didn't, instead I sucked harder on his bag, tapping the hard skin in my mouth
with the tip of my tongue. Then I hit my peak and my mouth jerked open as the
effect of the explosion flowed through me and I practically screamed with
ecstasy. My whole body went rigid against the bonds that held me to the bed, as
I spasmed uncontrollably in my climax. I knew that I must be spurting my cum
into his face which was still buried between my legs but I didn't care. I could
only feel and I felt as if the world had just shattered into a thousand
incandescent pieces. It was glorious in its majesty.
When I came down from cloud 12 (He'd blown me much higher than cloud 9!) it was
to see him kneeling between my legs, leaning on his hands that were placed on
either side of my waist. He was waiting until I was with him before he moved on
to the stage that we had been building up to.
"Do you want me to fuck you're cunt, slave?" He asked me in a commanding voice.
He was giving the impression that he was giving me a choice but we both new the
reality was that I had no choice, even if I said no I was in no position to stop
him if he decided to go ahead anyway. Not that any of that mattered at the
moment, I was terrifyingly conscious that all I was at the moment was a sex
object and I actually didn't mind, in fact I was glorying in that fact. I was
also glorying in the fact that I was the object of all his passion.
"Yes, Master I whispered. "Please fuck my cunt master. Please fuck me hard, I
need you so much I am bursting. Please fuck me now. Don't make me wait, Master."
I had fallen into the role he wanted me to play with no hesitation. It seemed
so natural.
He obliged thrust himself hard into me until he was buried deep into my moist
body. His balls rapped against the sensitive strip between my stretched open
legs, causing me to gasp at the delightful sensation this induced. He slowly
pumped in and out of my heated centre seeming to pull my soul out with each
outward stroke and then to push it right back into my body with the inward
stroke. The rocking movement required for this action stroked his pelvic bone
against my already highly sensitive clitoris, ensuring that the tide of desire
would rise again. He leaned down and took my left nipple gently but firmly
between his teeth and with each outward stroke leaned backwards stretching my
breast upwards, then with each inward stroke he leaned forward releasing the
pressure on my breast as he did so. He continued this way for several moments,
watching me to see my reaction. I found that the twin sensations blended well
together keeping my mind concentrated on those parts of my body with which he
was taking and giving pleasure. I rose again to another peak, my climax coming
over me in slow waves, each wave causing my cuntal muscles to contract as much
as they were able in my wide spread position. If I hadn't been spread so wide,
I would have been able to grip his pinus and extract his climax from him, as it
was the muscle spasm within my cunt only served to massage his pinus into
greater rigidity, much to his obvious pleasure. He continued his piston strokes
gradually speeding up, each thrust helping to stoke my climax to a higher fever
pitch.
Frank stiffened, thrusting himself hard into me as he reached his own climax.
The force of his entry lifted my lower body up from the bed to the full extent
of the ropes' elasticity. I pressed upwards with all my force to ensure that his
penetration was complete. Our combined explosion had enough power, I felt
certain, to light up the whole city. It was glorious.
When he had recovered from his climax he climbed off the bed and retired to the
shower where he cleansed himself prior to returning to work. I was his lunchtime
break, now he was going to return to his daily toil. While he was in the shower
I lay there on the bed still strung tight, with his cum and mine mingled seeping
out from me and pooling on the bed between my wide spread legs. He hadn't even
bothered to wipe me down.
He came out of the shower room and gathered together his fallen clothing that he
pitched into the linen basket. He selected clean clothes and dressed in
preparation for his return to work.
"Sarah will be back shortly to clean you up. I'll be back later." With that
cryptic comment he bent down and gave me a thorough kiss, fondling my breast as
he did so. Then left!
My first day in bondage ended just after 4 p.m. when Sarah returned to release
me. I had slept after Frank left despite the restriction of the bondage,
physically drained from all the activity. The 18 hours previous had seen me
involved in the most intense sexual activity of my whole life. I had climaxed
more times within that short period than I had in any previous week, possibly
even month before. If this could be repeated I would be ecstatic. I wondered
if it ever would though. I remembered when I had first started to go with
Frank, we'd had some pretty mind blowing sex then, too, but it had eventually
slowed down as we got to know each other. Maybe this time, though it would be
different, for it seemed that his intentions were that it wouldn't just be the
two of us. May be the inclusion of others in our sex life would help to keep
the novelty alive.
While I slept I dreamt the most erotic dreams I had ever had. I dreamt I was
Sleeping Beauty, tied to a large Royal bed while a long line of possible suitors
lined up, cocks rampant, to take their turn to try to awaken me, not with the
fairy tale kiss, but by fucking my wide spread body. Each of the princes
climbed naked onto the bed between my thighs and fucked my unresponsive body
until they came. The royal princes were forbidden to allow their semen to enter
my body so they withdrew at the last moment splattering my body with their cum.
None of them were successful in awakening me. Then at the end of the queue
there appeared a pantomime prince, a beautiful young woman dressed in tight
sweater top and shiny shorts. When she reached the head of the queue she
climbed onto the bed, licked my body clean of all the accumulated male semen
then proceeded to suck at my clitoris. The result was inevitable. I awoke my
body pressing upwards towards her tongue to find, of course, that Sarah was
kneeling naked between my legs paying homage to my centre of ecstasy!!
Sarah realised I was now awake and looked up at me and smiled. "Isn't this a
nice way to wake up?" she asked me. "I love it when it happens to me." I made
a mental note to return the compliment if the opportunity offered, which I felt
certain it would.
"Now lets enjoy ourselves, " she said to me with a huge smile on her face.
With that she moved to place herself in a 69 position above my bound body so
that I could service her in the same way she was servicing me, except that she
had an advantage, she could use her hands to assist whilst I could only use my
tongue and mouth. Quickly I discovered that she had a second advantage, free as
she was she could choose to lift her head away from my body to allow the natural
art of breathing, my face was buried in her slit by the very fact that Sarah was
practically lying across my face. The little freedom of movement I had meant
that Sarah had total control over everything that happened. My struggles to
move my face so that I could breath added to Sarah's pleasure simply by the fact
of where my face was!!! Being a woman she knew well what would be most
effective in bring me off. It didn't need much. The erotic dreams I had awoken
from already had me lit up. Her tongue working together with her fingers quickly
brought me to a spurting climax. She drank my cum, then lifted herself off my
face and proceeded to calmly release me.
We shared a shower together giggling as we talked about the day. Sarah then
asked if it was OK for her to move in. I told her that there was nothing I
would like more, after all she was my best friend and the one who had introduced
both Frank and I to bondage that had made such a spectacular change to my life
over the last two days. I wanted more of what I had been getting these last two
days. I had never been fucked more soundly, never cum so hard, nor been made
love to by a woman before in the way that I had in the last two days. I was hot
for more of the same.
When we had completed our shower we got dressed in jeans and tee shirts to do
the necessary work to prepare the one of the spare bedrooms for Sarah to move in
to. That didn't require too much work, I kept it ready for any visitors that
Frank might bring home from work, which he had occasionally done. I wondered
now if the next time he brought a friend home from work whether he would let him
fuck me while I was tied up. I found that the thought excited me beyond reason.
Never before today had I had thoughts of being fucked by another man but Sarah's
descriptions of what went on at her office and the bondage club had firmly
implanted the possibility in my mind and it had taken root in the fertile ground
it found there.
Afterwards we went over to the flat Sarah had been sharing with Kathy from her
office. I helped her to pack a case with clothes for the next couple of days
and we agreed that we would come back the following day with boxes from the
supermarket to load up the rest of her things. When we had packed a suitcase
with the normal clothes that Sarah would need, she pulled out a second case and
opened a large drawer under her bed from which she began to take a number of
items that fascinated me. The first was a set of nine buckled straps attached
together by a number of linked chains. "This is a spreader set," she told me,
"The straps are fastened around your ankles, thighs, wrist and upper arms, and
the last one goes around you're neck. The chains can be attached in various
ways, short to keep you in a tight hog-tie, long to allow you to work. I've
even been hung from the ceiling at the bondage club by them. I was pulled into
a tight hog-tie and the hook was attached into the gathered chains at the small
of my back and the just hoisted me up. I was just at the right height for the
guys to stand in front of me so that I could suck their cocks. I was also just
at the right height to be fucked by anyone standing behind me. I tell you, its
something to be fucked while you're swinging from the ceiling!!" I was getting
hot thinking about it!
Sarah had filled her suitcase with all the bondage sets that she had collected.
The last item she pulled from the drawer however she did not pack but left it on
the bed. She then ordered me to strip. I did so my eyes on the item she had
left on the bed. She had turned to the table behind her and picked up a shaker
of powder that she shook into the rubber cat suit. She then greased the two
dildos situated in the crotch. The suit had a zip that ran from the rear above
the ass to the neck for ease of dressing but otherwise it looked as if it would
fit like a second skin. I sat down on the edge of the bed and Sarah knelt down
in front of me to help me to get the suit on. The powder helped the rubber to
slip over my skin. It was a lot easier to put on then I thought. The soft
rubber stretched quite easily up my legs and snapped comfortable back into
position. When we got to the crotch Sarah firmly, but gently inserted the butt
plug first, then after giving my clit a good sucking to bring it to full
attention, she slipped in the front dildo into my cunt and pulled the suit up my
body. The seat and bodice had cut outs for my ass cheeks and breasts, which
Sarah eased through the holes. The dividing strip between my ass cheeks forced
them apart and out through the rubber, the rubber ring around the breast cut
outs compressed the base of my breasts just as had the rope breast bondage the
night before pulling the skin of my breasts tight. She helped me to slip my arms
into the sleeves and then went behind me to draw up the zip from the cleft of my
ass to the neck. My body was now tightly clasped in the grip of the rubber
suit.
It was a strange, yet pleasant sensation. I looked in the full-length mirror
that Sarah had on the door of her wardrobe. The black rubber exaggerated the
curves of my body especially the nip of my waist and the thrust of my ass and
breasts. Standing sideways on the black of the rubber gave stark outline to the
pink of my exposed ass and breasts.
Sarah pulled my arms behind me and tied my wrists together and then my arms
above my elbows, causing my breasts to push firmly forward. She reached into
one of her drawers and came out with the final touch, nipple clamps joined by a
fine chain that she proceeded to apply. She threw my clothes into a carrier and
told me that I would be travelling back to the house as I was! Thank God that
Sarah had a private garage and her own car. Then she shocked me by picking up
the phone and ordering a taxi!!! I protested volubly, so she pulled out a strap
from her case that had a ball in the middle and proceeded to gag me. I didn't
resist, I quiet licked the idea of travelling like this, and it turned me on the
idea that some stranger would be treated to a sight of my partly naked body. I
wondered if Frank and Sarah would invite him in when we got home and make me
suck him off instead of paying his fare. He wouldn't be able to fuck me but I
could service him. It would be easy enough for them to remove my gag. I hoped
so but now I was gagged I couldn't suggest it.
Sarah changed out of the jeans and T-shirt she had been wearing and pulled on a
black leather dress that made her look absolutely fabulous. It was halter
necked with some kind of internal support that pushed her breasts up and made
them look larger than they actually were. The bra was half cup and her nipples
showed clearly above the edge, in fact when I looked closer, I saw that they
rested in little v cut-outs in the edge of the cup. There were two little
strings in the front of each cup that she tied around the base of each nipple!!
The waist was shaped and had a wide belt that she buckled tightly. The skirt
was short, finishing just below her crotch. I was sure that if she bent down it
would rise above her bottom. She wore no panties so her cunt was naked. She
pulled on thigh boots made of soft leather that conformed to the shape of her
legs. There were straps around the tops that she quickly fastened. Then she
hooked her finger in the chain linking my breasts and gently led me to the door
to await the taxi.
The taxi arrived. The driver stopped in the street outside the door. He climbed
out and came forward to knock on the door. He looked like any other taxi
driver. He was handsome in a rugged kind of way.
Sarah opened the door to his knock. He took her in his arms and kissed her very
thoroughly, his left hand cupping her cunt. She positively purred. Well at
least the taxi driver wasn't a total stranger, I didn't know him but Sarah
certainly did.
When he finished kissing Sarah, he turned to me. "Nice face, I love the way the
gag improves the lines. Nice tits." He fondled my breasts. "Love the rubber
casing." His hands smoothed down my body and around to my protruding ass cheeks.
"Nice ass. It needs a little warming up though." He slapped my ass a couple of
times. "I'm going to enjoy you, cunt," he told me. "Frank tells me you're in
the club, now. That means, like Sarah and Kathy, you're now available to the
group for sex and bondage, whatever they want in fact. Frank will be
introducing you officially on Friday. In the meantime, enjoy yourself. I can't
wait. You look like you'll be a good fuck." I was shocked at Frank's
callousness in making me communal property, but some how it fit in with the
slave image I had begun to build for myself in my mind.
He turned around and preceded us to the taxi where Sarah helped me to climb in
to the rear compartment. She sat me in the bucket seat in the front of the
compartment and strapped me in. he then sat on the long leather seat at the
rear of the compartment facing me. She lifted her foot and rested it in my
crotch, pressing the toe of her boot under me so that she could apply a little
leverage to help the dildo press deeper into my cunt. She rocked her foot,
watching my face as she did so. My eyes lowered to her crotch to watch her hand
as she played with herself as the taxi drove through the town to my house. The
taxi driver had gone into Sarah's apartment and collected the two cases that he
put into the trunk then got into the front and drove off. He took the long
route to our house, driving through the busiest part of town. I found myself
getting quite excited at the possibility that total strangers might look into
the car and see these two strangely dressed, half naked women in the throes of
sexual activity.
It took about fifteen to twenty minutes for the journey to our house. All that
time Sarah continued to play with herself and rocked her foot under my crotch.
By the time we reached the house we were both well warmed up.
The taxi dropped us off at the end of the street. We were going to walk down my
street to my house, half naked, strangely dressed, and me with my arms tied
behind me and my naked breasts adorned by nipple clamps joined together by a
chain which Sarah was gently tugging to ensure that I followed her whether I
wanted to or not. My naked ass felt even more naked as I was paraded publicly
down my own street for all my neighbours to see me in my new servitude. I was
horrified and would have cried out in protest if it hadn't been for the ball gag
stretching my lips apart in a wide grimace. I had been turned on by the idea of
a some stranger seeing me like this; I found I was even more turned on by the
idea that my neighbours might be looking out of their windows to see me walking
down the street like this. I imagined what I would do if that hunk from number
8 saw me. Would he take it as a signal to come round when Frank was out to see
if I was tied up at home. I imagined him coming in through the kitchen door to
find me tied naked and spread bent back over the kitchen table, naked and with
my legs open in invitation, my cunt on the edge of the table just at the right
height for him to stick his big prick into. I was getting very hot at this
dream. What was I coming to, three days ago I would no more have imagined
myself being fucked by another man than I would have imagined myself conducting
the Philemonic Orchestra. Now here I was not only imaging it but, I suddenly
realised, that what I was imaging could even happen!! That thought had me cuming
there on the street. I stopped walking because I couldn't walk another step; my
body was ridged with the power of my sudden climax. Sarah looked back, saw my
face, realised what was happening and grinned delightedly.
She waited patiently until I got myself under control enough to continue the,
thankfully, short walk now to the house. I was now a little embarrassed at my
conduct. I was like a bitch on heat, so blatant was I becoming in my sexual
arousal. I seemed to be getting excited so very easily now. Bondage seemed to
have removed all my inhibitions.
We got to the house and Sarah opened the door and led me in. She closed the
door, turned removed the ball gag, took me in her arms and kissed me thoroughly,
her hands clasping my ass cheeks, squeezing the flesh hard as her tongue played
a merry tune in my mouth. I enjoyed her kiss. I was beginning to get used to
the idea that I must be bi-sexual or something, the way I was reacting to Sarah.
I had the usual adolescent fantasies about other girls but my main preoccupation
had always been with the lads in my class. It was the lads around whom I weaved
my sexual dreams. Now I was finding that I could be and in fact was turned on
by Sarah, who had been my best friend for years, but who had never made any
sexual advances to me before Frank had tied me up. Now here we were in a very
sexual embrace that I was enjoying far more than I would ever have expected.
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