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CH 40
Finally the night ended. I was asleep and woke with a start when Denise began untying me.
I was tied atop one of the other women (whose name I couldn’t remember). I vaguely remembered being carried face down by two men and being dropped onto her body. A man pressed my face between her legs while others tied me to her. I didn’t mind of course but I was so groggy by then that I just wanted to go to back to sleep. The men snapped a whip across my back a few times and that woke me up. Pretending great reluctance I began to lick the woman’s pussy, and she licked mine. She was very good and even after all those hours my pussy warmed up. I was soon writhing atop her and my tongue was seeking to go as deep into her pussy as I could get it. The men watched until she had an orgasm, then wandered away. I let my head drop and rested my nose against her pussy hairs. I thought she would want to rest but her tongue stayed busy and soon I was straining at my ropes as she brought me to a delightful orgasm. I fell asleep (or passed out with exhaustion) and didn’t rouse until Denise untied us.
My face was still in the woman’s pussy and I couldn’t raise my head. Someone must have tied it in place with ropes but I didn’t remember it happening. I could feel her breath on my pussy lips but the rest of my body was cold. I was covered with sweat and it was cooling off. The woman’s body felt the same way, only her crotch was warm and her pussy smelled sweet and sexy. I gave it another kiss and heard her gasp. Her thighs parted slightly in invitation and I kissed her again. Denise slapped my butt to tell me to knock it off and when I was untied I climbed off the woman’s body and collapsed on the floor. Denise untied her and she groaned and tried to sit up. She fell off the table and landed on top of me.
“Sorry,” she gasped.
I grabbed her face and kissed her on the lips.
“Oh, good God!” Denise said. “Would you like me to tie you two back together?”
“Sure,” I said, looking lovingly into the woman’s eyes. I wasn’t really in the mood for more sex but I had a reputation to maintain.
The other woman looked at me in astonishment and pushed herself away. She tried to stand but her legs collapsed again. Denise pulled her to her feet and helped her into the house.
“Denise,” I called out. “Go find me another pussy to eat.”
The woman looked back at me like I was insane. Denise laughed and led her away.
I curled up on the cold sticky floor and went back to sleep.
Later Mary woke me and told me to go into the house. I stood painfully and tottered toward the door. Across the room I saw Jean spread tightly on the bed. Her body was criss crossed with whip marks and her ropes were so tight that her hands and feet were purple. Denise was sitting cross legged beside her talking quietly.
Across the room a man was sound asleep in a chair. His head was thrown back, his mouth was open and he was snoring lightly. A naked woman lay across his lap. Her face almost touched the floor. Her eyes were open and her face was serene; she gazed into the distance. Bright hand prints on her butt indicated that he must have fallen asleep just after spanking her. The man shifted his weight and she almost rolled off. She steadied herself with her hands, waited until he was quiet again, then settled back across his legs. Her expression never changed.
The tables were all askew and two had been overturned. One was occupied by a bound woman who also wore a blank expression. Her crotch and the table between her legs was sopping with cum and a heavy weight was attached to one nipple. The weight hung off the table and pulled her breast painfully to the side. A similar weight lay on the opposite floor, apparently it had come loose. She stared at the ceiling, but glanced at me as I walked past. She smiled perfunctorily then resumed staring upward. I looked at the sticky puddle between her legs and wondered how those men could still have so much semen inside after a night like that.
I passed Dianne hanging by her wrists. Her hands were dark purple and it seemed like every inch of her skin was covered with welts. Her head was down and her hair covered her face. She didn’t move so I paused for a moment, then saw that she was breathing so I continued on my way.
I saw a woman lying on the floor in a tight hogtie. A rope was tied from her hair to her ankles and her back was arched painfully. Two men were sound asleep using her body as a pillow.
In the house I went to the bathroom. I was a mess and wanted to clean up but I was too tired and too worked up, so I wandered into the kitchen.
I found Mary brewing a fresh pot of coffee. She poured me a cup and it was heavenly.
“Well,” she said. “That was the wildest night I’ve ever seen.”
“Me too,” I said. “You and Denise did a good job of keeping things from getting out of control.”
She shook her head. “I wasn’t sure we were going to be able to. A few times those guys went totally weird.”
“Yeah.”
“Did you see the terrible things they did to Lady L?” she marveled.
“Oh yes,” I said. “I was surprised at what she put up with.”
“She took everything that they did to her and never complained,” Mary said. “I think she must have gone slightly insane last night,”
“I think everybody did,” I agreed. “And the women were the worst.”
“Yeah.”
Despite my fatigue I was jittery and wandered through the house trying to calm down. The men were gone and only a few women remained. The last woman I’d been tied to was dressed and waiting by the side door. She glanced at me and I raised my cup to her. She quickly looked away. Moments later a car arrived and two dumpy looking middle aged women came to the door. She opened it and ran out. Part way down the walk she staggered and almost collapsed. The women caught her and helped her to the car.
“Who was that?” I asked Mary.
“No names, remember? Why do you want to know?”
“Just curious,” I replied. “Her pussy tasted good, and she did a very nice job eating mine.”
“You are hopeless,” Mary said.
“Without giving her name, what can you tell me about her? Is she a professional slave, a first timer, what?”
“A part time professional,” Mary said. “Her husband is an airline pilot and she only comes to bondage parties when he’s away.”
“He doesn’t know that she’s a slave?”
“Nope, she’s another closet masochist. The women who picked her up are her lesbian mistresses.”
“Lesbians eh, I’ll bet hubby doesn’t know about that either.”
“They’re his next door neighbors, he doesn’t know that they are lesbians and he certainly doesn’t know that his wife is their slave.”
“She has a lot of secrets,” I said.
“Yeah. She seems to have a need to deceive him, which is odd because she says she loves him very much.”
“What do you want to bet that he won’t tie her up, so she has to go out to find somebody who will?”
“That’s about the size of it.”
“So she resents his unwillingness to fulfill her need and she cheats to secretly punish him.”
“Its an old story,” Mary said.
“If he doesn’t wise up he could lose her,” I commented.
Mary shrugged in agreement. “She likes playing out dangerous little scenarios around him. I think she’s addicted to that danger as much as she is to bondage.”
“What scenarios?” I asked. “Things like wearing pussy ropes under her clothes when they are out together?”
“That and worse. He flies at night and sleeps during the day and sometimes she brings the lesbians over and they tie her up in her house. Her mistresses dominate her in her own house while he sleeps upstairs. They make her do her house work naked in chains.”
“Oooh, that sounds very naughty.”
“She invites women over for tea parties, so while hubby is asleep his wife is crawling on her knees and getting spanked and eating pussies.”
“Do you go to those parties?” I asked. “Can you get me an invitation?”
“No, I don’t go,” Mary said. “And there’s a reason.”
“What’s that?’
“Several years ago she thought up a very daring adventure. She bought tickets on her husband’s flight without his knowledge. We dressed her up in disguise with a large blonde wig, tons of makeup, dark glasses and so on. She wore a raincoat with nothing underneath except net stockings, high heels and nipple clamps. I strapped her arms behind her back under the raincoat and attached dummy arms inside the sleeves. She pretended to be blind.”
“Oh, I saw that in a Stanton comic book,” I laughed.
“Exactly, that’s where we got the idea,” Mary said.
“Did you bend her wrists up between her shoulders?”
“Yes.”
“That can be some pretty strict bondage.”
“Very strict,” Mary agreed. “I walked her through the airport and onto the plane. As soon as we took off I pulled her coat up and slid a dildo in her pussy, then I toyed with her crotch all the way to Los Angeles.”
“Ooooh! That is wicked,” I said.
“Um hmm. I kept her coat up as much as possible without getting caught. The lights were dimmed and we got away with a lot, but the stewardess almost saw us a couple of times.”
“What would she have done if she had seen what you were doing?”
“Nothing. Apparently that sort of thing happens on planes a lot and the airlines keep it quiet.”
“Wow.”
“Ellen loved every second and had a bunch of orgasms.”
“Ellen, is that her name?”
“Oops, I shouldn’t have said that,” Mary said. “Forget that name please.”
“Ok,” I said. “Did her husband see her?”
“He sure did, but he didn’t recognize her.”
“No kidding?”
“An hour after takeoff he walked through the cabin. Her legs went wide apart the instant he came out of the cockpit. He talked to the stewardess for a few minutes, then made his way along the aisle chatting with the passengers. I was tickling her pussy with the vibrator and she almost came just before he got to us.”
“What would you have done if he saw her having an orgasm?” I asked.
“I’d have told him she was an epileptic,” Mary answered.
“What happened then?” I asked when I stopped laughing.
“She closed her legs,” Mary said. “At least part way, and I slid the vibrator inside her, then pulled her coat down part way.”
“How far down?”
“Enough to give him a peek at the tops of her stockings.”
“I see.”
“He stopped and talked to us, mouthing the usual airline pilot niceties, but he kept his eyes on her legs. Oddly he seemed to spend more time with us than the other passengers.”
“Odd indeed. And he didn’t recognize her?”
“Nope, but then he didn’t look at her face very often. She kept up her pretense of being blind and faced forward most of the time, but eventually she turned directly toward him.”
“And he still didn’t recognized her?”
“No.”
“And all the while she had a vibrator up her pussy?”
“She sure did.”
“Incredible!”
“As soon as he moved away she jerked her legs apart and had a terrific orgasm about ten seconds later.”
“Now that is erotic.”
“She asked me to leave the vibrator in her pussy and when we arrived she walked off the plane holding it in.”
“I’d have thought she would be so damp that it would slide out,” I commented. “I would have been.”
“Me too, anyway, her husband stood at the doorway and spoke to the passengers as we got off the plane. She stopped directly in front of him and he still didn’t recognize her. He even offered to help her down the steps.”
“How did you get back to Denver?”
“We checked into a hotel and I spent the day dominating her. That evening we got on the return flight and played our little game all the way home.”
“And did her husband come back to chat with you again?”
“He sure did.”
“I’m going to have to suggest that game to Lady L,” I said. “She would love doing something like that.”
“She probably would,” Mary said.
“Why didn’t you suggest it to her?” I asked. “That is one of the most erotic experiences I’ve ever heard of,”
Mary shrugged. “I guess because I consider it a private fantasy with the other woman.”
“Yes, I suppose it would be,” I said. “But why can’t you go to that woman’s tea parties?”
“We make the trip on her husband’s plane several times a year,” Mary said. “He would recognize me if I came to their house.”
“How often do you fly on his plane?”
“About every six or eight weeks.”
“And I’ll bet he always comes to your seats to chat,” I said.
“Yep. He thinks I’m a nurse and that I escort her to Los Angeles for medical treatment. A couple of times I’ve tucked a blanket up to her chin, put one over myself and played with her pussy while he talks to us.”
“Does she ever come while he’s there?”
“Oh yes, she loves having an orgasm while he’s talking to us. The first time it happened I told him she was having a mild asthma attack when she started gasping.”
“You must be kidding,” I laughed.
“Nope, he wanted the stewardess to bring her an oxygen tank, but his wife managed to calm down and I talked him out of it. However, he insisted on arranging for a courtesy cart to take us through the terminal.”
“Well at least that way she doesn’t have to worry about her vibrator falling out in front of people,” I giggled.
“True, and another nice thing about riding in the cart is she can open her legs and flash people.”
“Now I know Lady L will want to do that one.”
“Just don’t take the same flight to Los Angeles,” Mary said.
“Do you travel on other flights, or just on her husband’s plane?”
“We only go on his flights, but we’ve added a few more variations.”
“Such as?”
“Sometimes I tape pads over her eyes under the glasses so she really is blind. That makes the trip scary, and therefore more exciting for her.”
“Does she wear the vibrator as she boards the plane?”
“No, its more daring to put it inside her with people all around. And we’ve added a butt plug too. I’ve bought vibrators with long control cords so I can torment her when I feel like it, and some that are on random timers so she never knows when one is going to go off inside her body. Occasionally I’ve locked manacles on her ankles after we are seated so she’s ridden the entire flight in pretty strict bondage.”
“That’s no big deal,” I said. “Its only a couple of hours from here to Los Angeles.”
“It’s not a direct flight. It goes to Sante Fe, Salt Lake City, Las Vegas and San Diego before it arrives In Los Angeles,” Mary said. “It takes all night.”
“And her arms are strapped behind her the entire time?”
“Very tightly.”
My pussy was starting to tingle.
“And she spends the day tied to a bed in a hotel?”
“Sometimes, but I found a great private dungeon in Los Angeles. It belongs to a bondage club and the members let us use it for free.”
“That’s nice of them,” I commented.
“Well, not exactly for free,” she corrected. “In return they get to torture her.”
“How many people does she submit to?”
“Two or three at a time but they work her over in shifts. She’s been through a dozen or more in a single day. I used to watch to make sure she wouldn’t get hurt but now I usually go off and take a nap and leave her to them.”
“Ummm, I think I might want to travel to Los Angeles with you.”
“Why not?” Mary shrugged. “We’ll just have to travel on nights that she stays home. I don’t think I can handle two slaves on a plane at once.”
“Should we fly on her husband’s plane or take another one?”
“I don’t think it matters,” she said. “But he already accepts the idea that I take one blind girl with me, why not another?”
“We are going to have to give this some serious thought,” I said. My pussy was throbbing with the idea of traveling across the country in bondage.
“Do you want to be blindfolded too?” Mary asked.
I thought about it. “No, I think I want to see who is looking up my coat when we ride on the courtesy carts.”
“Of course.”
“Besides using her frequent flier miles, what else does the pilot’s wife do?” I asked.
“She’s developed a liking for bondage as close to her husband as possible,” Mary said. “Sometimes she goes next door and her mistresses spread her on a cross just inside an upstairs window that faces her house. She’s watched her husband mow the lawn while she was in bondage.”
“He can’t see her through the window?”
“They have sheer curtains but he could see her if he looked closely enough. Once her mistresses walked over and chatted with her husband. They pretended to be asking his advice on painting their house and pointed to the trim on her window. They’d put a vibrator up her pussy and they watched her squirming on the cross but he didn’t notice.”
“That’s pretty cool,” I said. “What else?”
“He had a barbecue for some of his Air Force buddies. She told him that she didn’t intend to listen to a bunch of men sitting around rehashing old stories so she was going shopping. Actually she just went next door. Her mistresses stripped her naked and made her crawl through the backyard then tied her to stakes on the lawn just across the fence. She was only a few feet from her husband and his guests.”
“How tall is the fence?”
“Six feet. The men could have seen her if they’d looked over.”
“What happened after they tied her down?”
“They left her there for a couple of hours.”
“So she had to listen to the men’s stories after all.”
“Uh huh.”
“Does she like simple bondage?”
“She loves it, the tighter the better. She enjoyed being spread open so much that she almost had orgasms just lying there.”
“Nice.”
“But her mistresses also took turns sitting on her face.”
“Well, I should hope so.”
“Yeah, then they sat in lawn chairs and made her kneel between their legs.”
“Sounds like those frumpy old gals like having their pussies eaten,” I commented.
“They’re insatiable.”
“Maybe you ought to introduce us,” I suggested. The idea of submitting to two drab and dumpy middle aged women was oddly exciting.
“I could arrange that.”
“What else happened that day?” I asked.
“After she’d eaten their pussies several times they took her inside and put her on the cross. They even put a fan nearby so it would move the curtain.”
“But none of the men saw her.”
“Nope.”
“You said she’s a part time professional, does that mean she gets paid?”
“In a sense. Her lesbian friends aren’t into the scene. They never take part in parties but they rent her out to be tortured. They leave as soon as she is sold then go back to fetch her later. She likes to be sold and doesn’t keep the money. They give it back when they pick her up.”
“Does she usually get sold to women?”
“Men or women, she doesn’t mind.”
“My kind of gal. I take it she’s into serious pain too.”
“Not as much as you are. I think she was expecting more sex and less violence last night.”
“Did she get hanged too?”
“Yep.”
“Did she like it?”
“Yep.”
“Did she have an orgasm when they hung her?”
“Yep.”
“Shoot,” I pouted. “I’m the only one who didn’t get strung up.”
“Just about,’ Mary agreed. “But I don’t think Ellen expected things to become so intense.”
“Who could have?” I asked. “She acted like she was in shock when she left.”
“Yes,” Mary said worriedly. “I hope she’s all right.”
She wasn’t the only one in shock. I discovered Lady L and Mrs. Jones in the living room. They were fully dressed and both seemed to be in a trance.
Lady L was curled up on the couch idly rubbing the rope marks on her ankle. She was staring off into space.
Mrs. Jones was in a chair fidgeting nervously but her eyes didn’t seem to be focused. I smiled at her but she looked at me blankly.
I knelt beside Lady L. Her hair was freshly shampooed and her makeup had been restored. Nothing indicated what she had just been through. (I found out later that Mary practically carried her in the house and cleaned her up.)
“Are you all right?” I asked.
She nodded slowly, her expression didn’t change.
“I had no idea how intense everything would be,” she said wonderingly.
“Are you in pain?” asked. “Shall I call Lord L to come get you?”
“My body hurts, but its all right,” she said.
“Are you in serious pain?” I asked. “Do you think you’ve been injured?”
“No, no injury,” she answered dreamily. “I’ll be all right soon. Its just that I have never experienced such things before. I had no idea.”
“Well don’t worry,” I said. “I’m sure Lord L will never allow this to happen to you again.”
“Oh yes he will,” she said firmly. “If I have anything to say about it.”
“But they whipped you,” I said. “No one has ever whipped you before.”
“They did worse than that,” she said. “They sodomized me and said terrible things to me.”
“Oh, it doesn’t mean anything,” I said. “Its just part of the role playing.”
“They told me that I was a slut and a whore and a cock sucker,” she said.
I was aghast. I had never heard her use that kind of language.
“Its just part of the role playing,” I said.
“And they were right,” She stretched like a cat. “You know something Mary, I enjoyed being called a slut and a whore and a cock sucker, I deserved those names, but I’m afraid I did something worse.”
“What was that?”
“I asked them to hang me.”
Oh my God!
“I was frightened at first,” she said. “But when the noose tightened around my throat I had a wonderful orgasm so I asked them to do it again.”
“I know, I was watching.”
“My feet came off the floor,” she said wonderingly. “And I had another orgasm.”
A very intense one as I recalled.
“Denise was concerned about me and offered to get me out of there, but I refused. In fact, I put the noose back around my neck.” She looked worried. “I fear I may have lost her respect. Did I lose yours too?”
“That will never happen,” I said. “But you sure did surprise us.”
“I surprised myself,” she chuckled. “Have you ever been hanged, Mary?”
“No, but after watching you and Mrs. Jones I wanted to be.”
“I will have to find a way to get my husband to do that to me,” she said.
“Lord L would never do something like that to you,” I said.
“He won’t want to at first, but I’ll talk him into doing it, somehow.”
“I can’t imagine Lord L treating any woman that way.”
“Yes, you’re right. He’s such a gentleman, but I think I can start by getting him to fuck me up my ass. Getting him to hang me will take more time.”
My mouth dropped open.
“He’s such a dear, he won’t refuse me a thing. Perhaps we can get him to hang us both. Would you like that my dear?”
I glanced at Mrs. Jones. She was listening intently.
“Of course I would, but for now why don’t I call him to come get you.”
“I’ve already called him,” she said. “He’s on his way.”
“You just go home and get some rest,” I said. “He will take good care of you and you’ll be fine after a day or so.”
“That’s true,” she said. “He is a dear kind man, not like those savages last night.” She looked at Mrs. Jones. “But sometimes a woman needs to be brutalized by savages. Don’t you agree?”
Mrs. Jones nodded mechanically.
“That’s true,” I said. “Once in a while we all need a good gang rape.”
“Yes we do.”
Lady L looked at me and smiled. She brushed my hair back.
“You are a mess my dear. You should go get cleaned up.”
“Ok,” I kissed her on the top of her head.
She rested her cheek on the arm of the couch and closed her eyes. Mrs. Jones watched me walk out of the room.
“Do you think your husband would hang me too?” she asked Lady L.
CH 41
I went into the bathroom and found Dianne soaking in the tub. A cigarette dangled from one hand and a glass of scotch sat precariously on the edge of the tub. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. It was the first time I’d seen her smile.
“Hey kid,” she said. “Did you have a good time?” She actually seemed friendly.
“Uh, yes,” I answered surprised.
“That’s good. I watched you take a few whippings, you’re pretty tough.”
“Not as tough as you,” I said admiringly.
She chuckled.
“Want to join me in a bubble bath?” she asked.
“Sure.”
She sat up to make room and I climbed gingerly into the tub. She turned on the hot water and it felt wonderful. I leaned back and sighed. Dianne and I wriggled around until we were comfortable. She took my foot and gently placed it between her legs. She rubbed it against her pussy.
“You haven’t had enough sex?” I asked.
“I never do,” she said. “I am every man’s fantasy, a true nymphomaniac.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “And take it from me, it can be a burden.”
“Poor thing.”
She chuckled again.
“What about the masochism?” I asked. “Does that come with the nymphomania?”
“It does with me,” she said.
“How long have you been doing this?” I asked.
“Since I was eleven.”
“You were eleven?”
“I’d done something naughty and my uncle spanked me.”
“Did he sexually abuse you?”
“No, all he did was put me over his knee and spank my little butt. He didn’t even pull my panties down, but that spanking lit a fire between my legs that hasn’t gone out to this day.”
“Wow, I didn’t start until I was in high school.”
“A late bloomer eh?”
I chuckled
We closed our eyes and lay back savoring the hot water. I heard Lord L arrive and take Lady L home.
Denise came in. “Oh no,” she said when she saw us in the tub. I assumed she wasn’t happy to see Dianne.
“What’s wrong?” Dianne asked
“I need to take a shower,” Denise said. “I have to go home, fix breakfast and get the kids off to school and hubby off to work.”
“Oh all right,” Dianne groaned standing up. Her body was one huge bruise.
“My God!” I gasped.
She looked down at her bruises, smiled contentedly and rubbed her breasts. “These ought to last a few weeks,” she said.
She opened the tub drain and stepped out. Denise handed her a towel, and gave me one, then astonished me by kissing Dianne on the cheek.
“God lord! I thought you two hated each other,” I said.
“We do, when I’m in bondage,” Dianne said. “The rest of the time we’re the best of loving cousins.”
“Cousins?” I asked.
They both nodded.
“Her husband is my cousin,” Dianne said absently. She was looking at herself in the mirror, turning from side to side to examine her bruises.
“You got me good that time,” she said to Denise as she stroked the line of claw marks down her body. Denise made kissy sounds.
“Does he know?” I asked.
“Not a clue.”
Denise turned on the shower and stepped in. I went to the kitchen for another cup of coffee. Jean was there.
She was looking through the cabinets. She was naked and still wore her nipple clamps.
“Oh,” she said when I walked in. “I was looking for a cup. Is it ok if I have some coffee”
“Of course,” I said, showing her where the cups were. “You’ve earned it.”
She blushed and smiled shyly. She looked at my body, then her own. Her hair was damp and matted and cum had dried on her skin. I don’t think she realized that there was dried semen in her eyebrows. She examined the deep rope marks on her wrists. “I hope you’re correct about these marks fading.”
“Don’t worry, they will. Eat plenty of protein for the next few days and take lots of vitamin c and e. It helps you heal, but if you want to see some real damage go look at Dianne. She’s in the bedroom.”
“Dianne? That really fierce woman?”
“That’s her.”
“My God. The way she acted I thought that she must have been brought here against her will.”
“Personally, I thought she was on drugs” I chuckled. “But I just shared a bubble bath with her and she’s not what I thought she was.”
“Really?”
“Really. By the way, did you experience everything you hoped for?”
She blushed. “Yes, and some things I’d never dreamt of.”
“Did anything happen that you didn’t like?”
She frowned in thought, then shook her head. “No, I liked it all.”
“Even the caning?”
“Oooh! That really hurt at first,” she rubbed her bottom. “But after a while I liked it.”
“I watched at least eight men fuck you one after another.”
She nodded. “I thought it was all ten,” she said. “But I may have lost count.”
“They choked you and screwed you in your ass,” I persisted. “Did you like that too?”
She hid her face in her hands and nodded. “That was the best part of the night.”
“Which, being strangled or screwed in the ass?”
“Both.”
“No kidding?”
“When that man offered to hang me I had the most incredible orgasm of my life.”
“Remember when we warned you about bondage?”
She nodded.
“Well, you’ve just expressed a desire for the most extreme form of masochism possible,” I told her. “Any woman who can cum from the idea of dying is walking on thin ice. You must be very careful.”
“I know, that’s why I shall never ever indulge in this again.”
“Good idea,” I said.
“Have you ever had such thoughts?” she asked.
“Not about dying,” I said. “But I have some rather terrible fantasies.”
“Like what?”
“One involves being hung by hooks through my breasts.”
“Oh my God!” she gasped. “You can’t mean that!”
“I sure do.”
“How could you even think of something like that?”
“I got the idea from a woman I met right here at another bondage party.”
“And she wanted that?”
“Its her greatest fantasy,” I said. “She has absolutely huge breasts, over fifty inches, and she loves having them tormented, in fact she has orgasms from breast torture.”
“Are you serious?”
“I’ve seen her do it. We were tied together and had our nipples connected.”
“With hooks?”
“No, just really strong nipple clamps.”
“Oh.”
“By the way,” I said. “Did you know that you still have alligators biting your nipples?”
She blushed “I really like the feeling and thought I would wear them as long as I could. Do you think the mistresses would mind?”
“Of course not,” I laughed. “In fact, why not take them home. Better yet, wear them home.”
“Wear them home?” she gasped.
“Sure, I’ve worn clamps under my clothing,” I said. “But its best in winter when you can hide them under a heavy coat or sweater.”
“I don’t dare keep them,” she said.
“Why not?”
“My husband might find them.”
“Hide them carefully.”
“They would be too great a temptation.”
She took them off and placed them on the counter. I picked them up and put them back on her nipples.
Jean gasped in surprise when I touched her, but she smiled when I kissed her nipples. I sucked each one for a moment then bit them.
“Which do you prefer?” I asked. “My teeth, or these?” I put the clamps back. She tensed briefly with the pain, then closed her eyes and wiggled her chest from side to side.
“I’m not sure. Better try again.”
I took off the clamps then bit her breast. I held my teeth on her for a moment then tightened my bite. Her breath hissed loudly and she rose onto her toes.
“Oh, my God!”
I kept the bite for a few moments then released her. I clipped the alligator clamps back on her nipples.
“Just until you leave,” I said and kissed her on the cheek.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “What about the lady with the big breasts, has she actually had hooks in them?”
“No, her husband doesn’t know about her secret life. He would notice if she were to have her breasts punctured.”
“She keeps that from her husband?”
“You aren’t the only wife with a hidden passion.”
She frowned in thought.
“Have you ever had hooks through your breasts?”
“I tried to put small fish hooks through my nipples once, but I chickened out. I think I have to be tied down and have someone else do it to me.”
She rubbed her breasts unconsciously. I rubbed mine too.
“But I’m thinking about having my boobs pierced,” I told her. “A lot of girls are getting that done.”
She nodded. “I’ve heard about women who wear ear rings through their nipples.”
“And other parts of their bodies too.”
“I don’t want to know where,” she shuddered. “What about your other fantasy?”
“Its the very worst. It involves being electrocuted.”
I think Jean was starting to blank out with information overload. She just looked at me, waiting for me to go on.
“I picked that one up from another woman at the same party,” I said. “I watched her get tortured by electrical probes in her pussy and on her nipples. She loved it.”
“Did she tell you how she came up with that fantasy?”
“No, I didn’t talk to her, Denise told me about her.”
“Denise?”
“Mistress Denise,” I laughed. “You know, the dominant who buckled you into restraint last night.”
“Oh, yes.”
“According to Denise the electricity woman wants to be executed naked in an electric chair while people watch.”
“Now that’s one fantasy that I just don’t understand,” Jean said.
I shrugged. “I’ve thought about it,” I confessed.
“Would you ever do it?”
“I doubt it. Denise told me that other woman is so obsessed with her fantasy that Denise is afraid that she might take it too far and die, or even find some sicko and let him kill her.”
“That woman needs help.”
“I agree.”
We were quiet for a while.
“What about the other things that happened to you?” I asked. “Other than strangulation, did you like the pain?”
“Yes, but I liked the humiliation more.”
“You mean the names they called you?”
“Yes, and crawling on my hands and knees, and keeling to suck their things. I liked every bit of that.”
“A nice break from being the respectable church wife?”
“Yes.”
“And did you get tied to another woman?”
Her blush deepened. “Yes I did.”
“What did you think about that?”
She thought it over. “I hope I pleased her,” she said. “I tried hard but I’ve never done that before.”
“Did she have an orgasm?”
“I think so. She sure moved around and moaned a lot.”
“Did she make you have an orgasm?”
“Oh yes!”
“Congratulations.”
“But you know what? It was wonderfully decadent too, especially with all those men watching.”
“Actually I was hoping we would get tied together,” I told her.
“Why?” she asked.
“I wanted to eat your pussy.”
She blushed furiously, but smiled.
I was about to kiss her when Dianne walked into the kitchen. She nodded to Jean who stared at her in astonishment.
“Any coffee left?” Dianne asked. I poured her a cup.
“All you all right?” Jean asked aghast.
“Right as rain,” Dianne answered. “How about you?”
“You’re covered with bruises,” Jean said.
“I’m not the only one,” Dianne laughed. “Have you looked in the mirror?”
Jean looked at her in confusion. “I can’t be as bad as you are,” she said.
“Are you talking about my bruises or my morals?” Dianne laughed.
Jean looked embarrassed for a moment, then laughed too.
“After tonight I have no right to condemn anyone’s morals,” she said.
“Thata girl,” I said.
Dianne nodded. “I watched you last night. You are a terrific sub, you should join our club.”
“Club?” Jean asked.
“Masochists and slave girl club,” Dianne said. “We’ll keep you locked naked in a dungeon cell and only take you out when somebody wants to torture you.”
Jean closed her eyes, took in a deep breath and shook her head bravely.
“This is the only time I’ll do this,” she said. “From now on I’ll be a loyal wife.”
“Lord, what a waste,” Dianne said. “By the way, nice nipple clamps.”
Jean hurriedly took them off.
“You can wear them on your pussy lips too, you know,” Dianne told her impishly.
Jean’s mouth dropped open.
“But I wouldn’t advise riding a bicycle while wearing them,” Dianne continued straight faced.
Jean’s eyes opened wider than I thought possible, then she looked down at her pussy. Her bows knitted in thought and I handed her the nipple clamps. She reached for them then paused when Denise walked in.
She was dressed like a normal wife and mom. “I’m off to hearth and home,” she announced. “I’ll see you later.”
“Well, I don’t have to fix breakfast for anybody so I’m going to bed for about a week,” Dianne announced. “Anyone care to join me? The bed is big enough for three.”
“I can’t” Jean said. “Its time for me to go home.”
“I’ll be along in a moment,” I told Dianne. “I’m going to show Jean to the bathroom.”
Jean gasped when she saw herself in the mirror. She touched the angry red welt on her neck.
“Relatively speaking, that’s not too bad,” I told her. “I’ve seen women who were hanged who had far worse marks on their necks.”
“What will I do if anyone sees me like this?” she wailed softly.
“Just make sure no one does,” I said. “And if the damage still shows later remember to say that you took a tumble down a flight of stairs. Works every time.”
“I hope so,” she said doubtfully.
I sat in the bathroom while she showered and dressed.
“Is there really a place where women are kept in cells?” she asked.
“No, Dianne was pulling your leg,” I told her.
“Oh,” she was disappointed.
“If there was such a place, I would be the first one in line to get in,” I said.
“I think you would find Dianne already there,” she said.
“Probably.”
After she dressed I walked her to the door. She started down the walk, then ran back and hugged me. I hugged her like a friend, then I changed to a kiss, full on the lips. She didn’t pull back, in fact she returned the kiss, so I slid my hand under her skirt and caressed her pussy. She enjoyed that for a moment, then pulled my hand away.
“If I don’t leave right now, I never will,” she said.
She ran to her car.
I didn’t feel like driving home so I went to the bedroom. Dianne was already curled up under the blanket, but she rolled over to me when I climbed in bed.
“I’m too tired for sex,” I said.
“Me too, let’s just sleep.”
I was asleep in ten seconds.
I never saw Jean again. Mary and Denise didn’t know anything about her and we never figured out who invited her to the party.
Jean impressed me. I was attracted to her radiant sensuality and innocent passion. I remembered her parting words and wondered if I could have seduced her into staying.
I admired her decision to be faithful to her husband and never to indulge her fantasies again. Bondage is exciting and addictive and she was a natural, yet she was willing to give it up forever for the man she loved.
I wondered what he was like and if he deserved that sort of devotion. Did he appreciate what he had in her? I wondered if I could ever love a man that much. Forsaking all others would be easy, but forsaking bondage? That would be a real sacrifice. It would take a special man to make me give it up.
It would be nice to see her again, to ask if she had been able to hold true to her promise. Sometimes when I’m tied with my mouth on another woman’s pussy I pretend its Jean.
I still find myself looking for her in crowds.
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