Bound On The Town

Bound On The Town

The Dare -

It started as a dare. Beth, Ashley, Lisa and I were out shopping one Saturday afternoon at one of the large malls in the area. We wandered from store to store looking at the clothes on the racks, occasionally pulling out a garment to look at it. We were talking constantly as we shopped. Sometimes, one of us found something to try on, but no one bought anything. It was a pleasant social afternoon of shopping and gabbing. Eventually, our conversation turned to “Girl’s Night.”

We have a group of 10 pretty hot looking women, ages 21-26, who get together every 2-3 months for a night of bondage sex games, just among the girls. Usually 6-8 girls are able to attend each of our Girl’s Night parties, where we try out our newest toys, wear only our sexiest boudoir clothes, and make sure everyone has had as many orgasms as she can take. But, Girl’s Night is another story. At our last party, though, and aided by a lot of wine, we started talking about some crazy kind of public bondage that might precede the next Girl’s Night party. A public kidnapping was a popular suggestion, as was parading one of us, bound and gagged, around some public place. Another idea was to take 1 or 2 girls, cuffed as slaves, to a lesbian bar, with dancing, and see what happened. Nothing really ever came of this, until that Saturday afternoon. We were in the Victoria’s Secret store when Beth brought up the subject. It seems she had heard of a lesbian bar on the outskirts of the city, about 30-40 minutes from the suburb where we lived. She and Ashley had actually gone there the previous night to check it out. They said it was friendly, clean, not a rough place, and nearly all of the women there were probably under 30. So, Beth and Ashley dared Lisa and I to go to this bar with them, with our hands cuffed behind our backs, as their love slaves.

I’m not into the strict Master/Mistress-Slave thing, and I was a bit hesitant of putting myself in that situation. Lisa had some reservations also, and wondered why at least one of them didn’t want to be one of the slaves. The idea didn’t die there at the mall. During the following week, we talked on the phone and emailed each other to try and come up with some compromise plan. Later that week, Lisa came up with an idea for our first public bondage adventure; the four of us would go to a local sports bar, with one of us wearing padded leather wrist cuffs behind our back. The premise was not to be Mistress/Slave, but rather some kind of initiation, if we were asked. Our goal was to attract and meet some cute guys, give out some phone numbers, and possibly hookup with some guys and bring them back to Lisa’s for some fun. Lisa and I had been to this sports bar, at the south end of our town, twice in the past few years. She was right. It was a great place to meet guys. I said that I was in. We decided to meet at Lisa’s house the following Sunday afternoon to finalize our plans and decide who would be bound with the cuffs.

On Sunday, while sipping wine around the pool at Lisa’s house, Beth, Ashley, Lisa and I decided to go to the local sports bar on the following Friday night. Beth is a cute perky nurse at our local hospital. She was a year older than the rest of us, about 5’9”, maybe 130 pounds, with huge tits that guys always stare at.  She had chin length sandy brown hair and bright blue eyes. Beth was outgoing, and always seemed to have the nicest smile on her heart shaped face. Ashley is a civil engineer and very athletic, about 5’6”-5’7”, short styled dark brown hair, huge brown eyes, luscious lips, cute dimples, curvy figure, and nice ass. Lisa is my best friend, and I’ve known her since the 3rd grade. She’s a 5’9” blue eyed sexy blonde. I know she’s a 34C. Lisa played softball with me all through high school and college, and is a graphic artist. I’m working for my grandfather’s Foundation as an accounts manager. I still have my high school cheerleader figure and my 36Cs. I’m 23 years old, 5’10” and 125 pounds. My eyes are deep dark blue, and my slightly wavy dark brown hair goes down past my shoulders.

We would meet at Lisa’s on Friday night, around 8:00 PM, and leave for the sports bar a little early, around 8:30 PM. We didn’t want to run into guys who had been there awhile and were already wasted. We wouldn’t dress like sluts or whores, but wear nice sexy clothes appropriate for any 23-24 year old woman out on the town. Oh yes, who would wear the cuffs? We drew straws (actually wooden matchsticks), with the short straw losing and wearing the cuffs. Well, I drew the short straw. Friday night came and I dressed to go to Lisa’s. I wore a black front-closure plunge bra and black silk g-string, along with 4” black heels. I chose a very nice short sleeved multi-colored print blouse. I showed no cleavage, but it was tight in all the right places. It rippled and stretched, as it should, along the sides and across my breasts, and hugged my torso, showing off my trim waist. I picked a navy skirt. It too was tight, but a respectable mid-thigh length. It stretched and showed off my hips and ass. That night I put my hair up in a ponytail. I don’t wear a lot of makeup.

I arrived at Lisa’s a little after 8:00 PM, and the others were already there. We sat down and talked for a few minutes, to finalize our plans for the night. They told me that I would only be able to talk with a guy for about 5 minutes. Lisa would decide who to give my phone number to, since I would be cuffed and unable to write or use my cell. Lisa knew the type of guy that I was attracted to: tall, clean, cute, no druggies, non-smoker, not phony and into himself, and no facial hair. I prefer guys without facial hair, because when we make-out it really messes up my skin with a little rash. We went over our eye and head signals that we use, but the other girls would decide if we would invite any guys back to Lisa’s, or just give out phone numbers. I used the bathroom and when I came out, they were waiting for me with the cuffs. I’ve worn padded leather wrist cuffs before, for 4-5 hours, without any problems. We would stay at the sports bar for a couple hours and see what happens. I willingly turned around and crossed my wrists, letting them cuff me. I wasn’t expecting what happened next. Beth came up behind me and stuffed a red ballgag into my mouth and buckled it tightly behind my head, while the others held me still. Beth and Ashley walked me over to a table. They loosened and pulled down my skirt, along with my g-string. Lisa approached, with one hand behind her back, and I was forced to bend over at the waist, onto the table. Lisa produced a 6” silicon vibrator and worked it all the way into my exposed pussy, saying, “Here’s a little bonus for your “initiation.” She placed a small Kotex pad (to absorb my pussy juices) into my slit and pulled my g-string back up, to hold everything in place. They got my skirt back on and made me presentable. We walked out to Beth’s car and Lisa helped me into the back seat. She sat beside me and we were off.

The Setup -

When we got to the main road, instead of turning south to our local sports bar, we turned north. I looked at Lisa and mumbled into my gag. She just patted my knee and turned on the vibrator inside me. The vibe was on a random setting, turning on and off just enough to keep me a little wet and frustrated. The back windows of the car were all darkly tinted, and I doubted any passing cars would see me sitting bound and gagged in the back seat. The girls just talked, as if nothing was going on, during the roughly half hour drive. We went through the north end of our suburb, completely through the next town, and pulled into the parking lot of another sports bar that looked relatively new. Lisa took off my gag and put it in her big purse. She had my ID and clutch purse in there too. Lisa touched up my lipstick and helped me climb out of the back seat, and we all entered the place. Lisa led us. I was 3rd in line, between Ashley and Beth. We slowly marched through like we owned the place. We walked along behind the bar. There were 8 or 9 people seated on the stools. I noticed one cute guy sitting alone. He was wearing a suit, with his tie off, and having a sandwich and beer. He probably just came there from working late. As we passed, I saw his head turn (along with a few others) to check us out. After we went by, I could see in the mirror behind the bar that he was still looking. So, I waved my bound hands and wiggled my ass. Quite a few people on that side of the large room looked up as we went by, but no one seemed to register surprise at my bound wrists. We walked all the way through the room to the back corner, where there was an empty large rounded corner booth (like a banquette). I think it was designed for 6 people, but Lisa claimed it. She told me to slide in. So, I sat down along the left side and scooted my butt along the seat and into the corner. Lisa slid in after me, and Beth and Ashley slid in on the other side.

I got comfortable in the booth and looked around. The place was a little noisy with the din of conversations. When the vibe inside me buzzed on, I didn’t think anyone nearby would hear it. Except for the bar, along one wall near the entrance, there were booths all around the outer walls. Tables filled the center of the room. The place was about 3/4 full at the time, with maybe 75 people there. There were a number of guys there with dates or wives, but the room was primarily filled with guys in various sized groups. We were the only group of women in the place. The 2 large screen TVs in the corners were turned down, and no one seemed interested in them. The East Coast baseball games seemed to be over. As I watched the scores scroll along the bottom of the TV in the corner opposite me, I noticed that a lot of other games were rained out. There didn’t seem to be any games here on the West Coast scheduled. One TV had a ball game on between 2 perennial near last place teams, while the other TV displayed what appeared to be a rerun of a MLS soccer game. As I started scanning the room more carefully, I heard bursts of loud laughter from a group of 4 guys at a table. They were already well on their way. I got Lisa’s attention and nodded at them and gave the no signal. She nodded in agreement.

A waitress came to our table to take our order. I’m not sure she even noticed my arms bound behind my back. I ordered a Bombay Sapphire gin ‘n tonic, a tall drink that I could easily sip with a straw. I resumed scanning the room and actually saw someone I recognized. Across the room in a booth, I saw a nice looking guy, who I knew was a fireman. He had helped at an outing for children with cancer that I attended, because our Foundation helped sponsor the event. I doubted he would remember me, and I didn’t even know his name, but I gave him character points for his volunteer work. Our drinks came, and we started whispering and nodding at various guys or groups around the room. Beth and Ashley quickly found 2 interesting guys at a table in the center of the room. I made Lisa aware of my interest in the fireman and the suit at the bar. There was one other guy, who I couldn’t get a good look at. He was sitting about 4 booths away, down the wall, with 3 other guys. He was facing me, but there were too many heads in the way. The 2 guys in that booth, with their backs to me, were touchy feely and definitely gay. Ashley had a better view from her end seat on the other side of our booth. She said he looked pretty good, but wasn’t sure if he was gay too. Out of nowhere, another waitress brought 4 draft beers to our table and pointed to the loud nearly drunk group of guys that we had already dismissed in our minds. They didn’t bother to have a waitress ask us what we were drinking or if we would accept a round. Only Beth was drinking beer. Lisa refused the beers and sent them back.

I was trying to make eye contact with the suit at the bar. He was glancing over from time to time, and when we made eye contact, I smiled and invited him over with my eyes and head motion. Meanwhile, Beth and Ashley had hooked their 2 guys, who were now standing by them chatting. My suit came over. I found out that he was a new lawyer for a downtown law firm. Just out of law school, he was probably 3 years older than me. When he mentioned the firm’s name, it turned out to be the law firm that represented our Foundation. There might be over 100 attorneys at that firm, but best to go slowly here. So, I was an accounts manager at a financial institution (about 90% accurate). After chatting for a few minutes, Lisa slid out and invited him to sit next to me. I had already given her the “I’m interested” sign. Eventually, he had to ask about my cuffs. Lisa took over and gave me the “shut up” sign. She explained that I had been a “naughty girl” and this was part of an “initiation.” The lawyer was intrigued, and after a few minutes of talking with Lisa, she asked him if he wanted to makeout with me. My jaw dropped, but he turned to me, touched my chin and started kissing me tenderly. Lisa used the remote in her purse to turn the vibrator in my pussy on a continuous low setting. While making out, his hand brushed my breasts and settled on my thigh, below the table. I’m not sure if we were attracting attention, but Lisa broke us up while my lawyer and I were getting serious with our tongues. I thought that a little making out at a bar wasn’t out of the ordinary. I was satisfied, and the exhibition probably lasted only 5 minutes or so. Lisa turned the vibe back to random, and walked my lawyer back to his seat at the bar.

Ashley was walking their 2 hot guys back to their table, while Beth signaled that more guys were headed our way. Three guys approached our booth that I hadn’t noticed before. I gave them a quick look and signaled “NO” to Beth. The lead guy, carrying his beer, had a huge smile on his face, and probably thought his “opening line” was a cinch. When he called Beth “honey,” I cringed. We were polite, but not smiling. They wanted to join us, but Lisa and Ashley returned to claim their seats. After a few more minutes, Ashley shot them down. I meant to ask Lisa what was up with inviting some of these guys back to her place, but the attention of all 4 of us had been drawn to a table not 20’ from our booth.

Two really hot looking guys were seated and ordering. All 4 of us were smiling at them unashamedly. There are times when 2 or more of us are together, and we meet a cute guy. We would often try to out-flirt one another. Lisa got them to come over to our table. Tonight, we would act lady-like and let these guys indicate which of us they had an interest in, if any. As they stood chatting, we found out that one was a contractor and the other a surveyor. Both were interested in my cuffs, and both were talking with Lisa and me, on our side of the big booth. I gave Lisa the signal that I wanted the surveyor. Lisa invited both of the guys to sit down. I scooted across the curved booth seat towards Beth, the surveyor slid in next to me, followed by Lisa, and then the contractor on the end. Their drinks arrived and were delivered to our booth. As we talked, Lisa eventually explained about my cuffs and my “initiation.”  She gave the surveyor permission to makeout with me, and turned my pussy’s vibe back on to a continuous low speed. She continued to talk and flirt with the contractor. My surveyor pivoted his body and moved so that he pretty much blocked anyone in the sports bar, except at our booth, from seeing me pinned against the back cushion of the booth. He gently placed his hand on the side of my face and kissed me. It was a great kiss, and I eagerly kissed him back. Before I knew it, we were moaning into each other’s mouths and playing tongue tag. He gave each of my tits a good squeeze and put his hand under the table, to rub my thigh. Lisa finally broke us up. The 2 guys offered to buy all of us a 2nd round of drinks, and we accepted. She walked them back to their table and strategically sat them so their backs were to us. Lisa sat on the other side of their table, facing us. She stayed about 5 minutes, presumably exchanging phone numbers.

Our fresh round of drinks arrived, and we had about 15 undisturbed minutes to talk. It was almost 10:00 PM and some people had left, while new faces had come in over the last hour or so. The girls had decided not to invite anyone back to Lisa’s house later that night. Everyone wanted to stay about another hour, to meet more guys and have some more fun. Ashley and Lisa really enjoyed slamming the obnoxious and wasted guys who approached us. There were also a small number of smokers there, and none of us wanted to hookup with them. I still wanted to see if I couldn’t get the attention of the fireman. He was still in a booth across the room, with 3 other people, one a woman. It looked like all of them had just finished a burger or sandwich. I couldn’t figure that group out. I noticed that the mysterious guy 4 booths away, along with the 2 gay guys, had left.

Then it seemed we had an almost steady stream of guys stopping by our booth. Some had just come into the sports bar and were cruising the room. I think most heard some buzz around the room about the 4 girls in the corner booth and the one wearing cuffs, and just wanted a closer look. I showed no interest in any of them. Those who asked about my cuffs were simply told it was an initiation, and nothing more. Ashley and Beth gave out their phone numbers to 2 guys each, and Lisa gave her’s out to one guy. The woman and one guy, at the fireman’s booth, got up and left. This left the fireman and his friend, who I couldn’t see, seated together in their booth. I was almost staring over there, probably seeming a little rude to the guys stopping by our table, but the girls covered me. Eventually, the fireman looked over my way, and I smiled at him. He looked away to talk to his friend. When he looked over at me again, I smiled again and nodded at him. Finally on his 3rd look, I got him to smile back, so I motioned him over. The fireman and his friend came over to us. He opened with that line about, “Don’t I know you?” This caught me by surprise. Did he really remember me from that children’s cancer event? I had to play this carefully. I replied, “I don’t think so,” with a warm smile, and “I have never been here before and don’t live in this town.” “What do you do?” When he answered that he was a fireman in this town, I was pretty sure that he didn’t remember me, and we could start fresh. We easily started chatting. His friend was talking with Ashley, across from me. Ashley invited this guy to sit down with her, so Lisa got up and invited the fireman to slide in next to me. I gave her the “I’m interested” signal again, hoping to be making out soon.

After about10 minutes of good “what do you like and do” type conversation, the fireman finally asked about my cuffs. Lisa was waiting for this, and really embellished on her story about me being a “naughty girl” and my “initiation.” When Lisa told him that he could makeout with me, he asked me if it was OK. I nodded yes. Again, Lisa remotely turned the vibrator in my pussy on a steady low setting. As we started kissing, I noticed that Ashley already had one arm around my fireman’s friend and was moving in. We started kissing slowly and tentatively. I loved kissing my fireman. One of his hands was around my back, and the other just rested on my side, though he positioned himself so that we were chest to chest in the booth. Soon, we were kissing rather passionately. I was getting a little worked up and may have moaned once or twice. Lisa eventually broke us up, but she let us go longer than with my lawyer or surveyor. Though I wasn’t finished with my drink, my fireman insisted on buying me a fresh one. After a few more minutes, my fireman and his friend got up to leave. Lisa and Ashley walked them to the sports bar’s entrance.

Lisa was still gone. The vibe was still buzzing in my pussy. My fresh drink arrived. Beth and I were chatting about the night’s events, when 2 guys stopped by our booth. Clearly, they had already had too much to drink. I gave them a little smile, but they were starring at Beth’s huge tits. I sipped my gin ‘n tonic. Though persistent, Beth was easily able to brush them off. When Lisa and Ashley returned, I mentioned my vibe, but Lisa wouldn’t turn it down, saying, “This is your initiation.” I told her I was going to have to pee soon. We talked for a while and one more group of guys stopped by our booth. They were leaving and just looking. No more phone numbers were given out. It was a little after 11:00 PM, and we decided to leave. We had already paid for our first round of drinks and left our waitress a healthy tip. I waved my bound wrists and wiggled my ass all the way out. I tried to head for the bathrooms, but they whisked me out and into Beth’s car.

The Initiation -

I was again seated in the backseat with Lisa. We headed south back home, but when we got to the next major intersection, we turned west towards the freeway that ran around the city. When I questioned where we were going, Lisa pulled the ballgag out of her purse and buckled it in my mouth. I struggled and protested into my gag, but was ignored. After a short distance, we came upon a road that paralleled the freeway and turned north. In less than a mile, we turned into the parking lot of one of those “suite type” hotels. Each of their rooms consists of a living room and separate bedroom. Beth pulled up to a parking space near a side entrance. She used a keycard to let us all into the hotel. The elevators were right inside the door and no one was about. I was pushed into an elevator.

When we got to our floor, Beth used her keycard to let us in a room. When we all got inside, Lisa rushed me into the bedroom. She undid and helped me out of my skirt. I knew when we left the sports bar and didn’t take the road back home that something was up. When I saw Lisa’s duffle bag of bondage equipment in that bedroom, I knew she was behind all this, and maybe no good would come of it for me. Lisa took me into the bathroom. She pulled down my g-string, which was only a little wet, and removed the soaked sanitary napkin from my pussy. Lisa turned off the vibrator and helped me squat on the toilet to pee, but left the vibe inside me. I was only feeling a little buzz from the 2-1/2 drinks I had, but gin just goes right through me. Lisa ran some warm water and gently washed my pussy with some tissues, saying, “We want your pussy smelling nice.” She patted my pussy dry, with more tissues, put a new small sanitary pad in my slit, and pulled up my g-string. She led me back into the bedroom and got me back into my skirt. Lisa went to her duffle and pulled out some rope. She sat me on the bed and tied my ankles and knees together. Then, she remotely turned my vibrator back on that infuriatingly low setting. Lisa left me there and went out to the living room, closing the bedroom door behind her. I had willingly gotten into the car at the sports bar, thinking we were going back home. Now they had me. There was no escape from Lisa’s ties. I reluctantly waited for what she had in store for me.

I saw the clock radio on the bedside table, and I sat there bound, with that vibrator buzzing in my pussy, for 20 minutes, before Lisa came for me. She untied my ankles and knees, but left the ballgag in my mouth. She got me up and led me out into the living room. If the ballgag weren’t in my mouth, my jaw probably would have dropped to the floor. Beth and Ashley were there with the 2 guys they initially picked up at the sports bar. BUT, my lawyer, my fireman and my surveyor were also there relaxing on a sofa. I hadn’t paid any attention to this room when we first arrived, because I rushed to the bathroom. The fairly large living room had a small table with 4 chairs, a large TV in a tall wooden cabinet, several chairs and lamps, and 2 sofas, facing each other near the center of the room, with a square coffee table between them. Lisa stood me in a clear floor area, facing the sofa grouping. This was Lisa’s show. She worked as a graphic artist, but was also very good at doing “pitches” for her customers, like an ad agency might do to woo clients. The drinks she had at the sports bar probably aided her mood, because she was keyed up for this. Lisa was “pitching” me!

Lisa looked at the 3 guys on the sofa and said, “Hey guys, here’s Christine, and she’s anxious to have some fun with you tonight.” “Did you bring your condoms?” From this point on, all of Lisa’s questions and comments were rhetorical, and she wouldn’t even pause for an answer. “You want to get into that tight skirt she’s wearing?” Lisa slowly spun me around, while the 3 guys enthusiastically nodded their heads. “Check out her ass,” Lisa chirped, as she turned me to stand with my back to the guys. I instinctively pushed my hands, still bound with the padded leather cuffs, down and spread my fingers, to cover my ass as best I could. Lisa held up one finger as if to say, “Just a moment.” She went into the bedroom and retrieved her duffle bag full of bondage equipment. Lisa took out a length of soft cotton rope and came over to me. She released me from the cuffs, forced my arms to bend at the elbows and pushed my wrists up between my shoulder blades. She tied my wrists crossed, and then tied the excess rope around my upper arms. I was left in a tight bondage, and unable to cover my ass with my hands. Lisa pointed at my ass and said, “What do you guys think now?” She made me bend over, and I felt the fabric of my skirt stretch tightly to mold my nicely rounded ass. I wiggled it at them.

Lisa stood me up and turned me, to give the guys a profile view. With my wrists tied crossed up between my shoulder blades, my 36C tits were pushed outward and upward. The top button of my blouse strained to hold. I’m turned back facing the guys and Lisa asked, “Do you want to see more?” Do you think anyone objected, other than me? All I could do was to shake my head NO, and grunt into my gag. Lisa pulled my blouse out from my skirt, and slowly unbuttoned it. She pushed it back over my shoulders, and again turned me, to give everyone a profile view of my tits bulging in my bra. When I faced them again, Lisa unhooked the front closure of my bra and pushed it back over my shoulders. She pointed at my tits and poked my nipples. She asked the guys, “Do you think these titties are real?” “Do you want to play with them, before Christine gives you a blowjob?” Of course they did! The guys were told to decide who would go 1st, 2nd or 3rd, and how long a turn they wanted to take playing with me. They could take as many turns as they wanted or needed, to get turned on for their blowjobs. Lisa smiled and said, “You know, Christine does real good deep throat.” It was decided that my fireman would be 1st, my lawyer 2nd and my surveyor would go 3rd. With a final caution, “Play nice with her,” Lisa removed my ballgag and gave me to my fireman. There was no use struggling. I had to accept this assault. That vibrator had been buzzing on and off in my pussy for over 3 hours, and my body was beginning to betray me.

Each of them took their turn playing with me. While at the sports bar, I never had the opportunity to stand face to face with any of these guys. I’m 5’10” barefoot, and weigh 125 pounds. In my 4” heels, my fireman stood eye to eye with me. My lawyer was a couple inches taller than me, and my surveyor was several inches shorter than me. My fireman pulled off his polo shirt to reveal his lean muscular chest. My lawyer had removed his dress shirt and tee shirt, to expose his square-shouldered pale, but trim upper body, while my surveyor kept his shirt on. My 36C tits are real, all me, with no artificial additives or fillers. Thanks to Lisa’s comment about them, I can’t remember them ever being so thoroughly examined, felt up and tormented. My nipples were rubbed, rolled, pinched, pulled, twisted, bitten, licked and sucked, to the point that they ached with pain and desire. Their hands were all over the rest of my naked upper body. Hands roamed over my skirt, checking out my hips and ass, with some squeezing and pinching. And yes, there was kissing, lots of kissing. Some of it was tender and tentative at first, but each one of them got me into some serious passionate kissing. I love those soft moist open mouth kisses that seem to last forever. Combine those with some expert hands playing with my breasts, and that’s almost enough to make me come. With that vibrator buzzing inside me, I was a goner within a few minutes of my fireman first playing with me. I pushed my breasts into their hands and mouths, and kissed them back fervently. By the time my surveyor had finished with me, I was moaning audibly and gasping to catch my breath. This is when I noticed that Beth and Ashley, along with the 2 guys they had picked up, were gone.

After all 3 of my guys had finished their turns playing with my half naked bound body, Lisa asked if anyone wanted another turn. My fireman passed and said he was ready for a blowjob. However, both my lawyer and surveyor wanted another go at me. My lawyer surprised me. He stepped behind me, reached around with his long arms and gently cupped my breasts with his large soft hands. While he squeezed and played with my tits and nipples, he sensually kissed me from behind. My lawyer kissed my neck, face and along my shoulders, from both sides. I turned my head and we shared a few moist deep kisses. I could feel his erection pressing into me. He reached down and hiked up my skirt. With his long arms, he put both hands between my legs. I instinctively spread them wider apart. For the rest of my lawyer’s turn, he rubbed my inner thighs, up and down, right up to my g-string, while continuing to kiss me. When my surveyor took his turn, he used a full frontal assault. He grabbed my tits and handled them roughly. He started kissing me hard. I was a little disappointed after the wonderful things my lawyer did with me. I even uttered a little protest and he backed off. My surveyor continued kissing me more respectfully, while he moved a hand under my skirt. He massaged my inner thighs for awhile and then tried my g-string. His hand ran into the buzzing vibe and bulge of the Kotex sanitary napkin. My surveyor looked up at Lisa questioningly, as if to say, “What’s this.” Lisa replied, “Christine has had that vibe in her pussy ever since the sports bar, as part of her initiation, and its keeping her hot for you.” I think he was taken aback a bit, and finished his turn with some conciliatory kisses.

Lisa got up from the sofa and asked if any of the guys wanted another turn with me. No one did. She directed them to all sit on one of the sofas. Lisa took me behind the sofa opposite from where the guys were sitting. From her duffle, Lisa produced a small red box. From it, she pulled out a pair of clover clamps connected by a small chain. She made me face the guys, and I clenched my teeth and held my breath, as she put the clamps onto my nipples. I was just getting used to the initial pain, when Lisa yanked the chain twice. I screamed and my knees buckled a little from the pain. Lisa turned me around, so that my back was towards the guys, and made me kneel down behind the sofa. She announced, “It’s time for blowjobs, who’s first?”

My fireman was ready. He had stripped down to his shorts. He stepped in front of me, pulled his shorts down to his ankles and stuck his cock out to be sucked. I sucked off 3 beautiful cocks. There was nothing unusual about any of them. One was a little longer, and one was a little thicker. One came rather quickly, and one took a little longer than usual. I did them all in basically the same way. I started with their balls. I bent down below their rigid cocks, and licked their balls until they were good and wet. Depending on how tight their scrotums were, I would gently suck each of their nuts, or suck their whole pouch. Then, I moved on to their cocks, licking them up and down and all over, getting them dripping wet with my saliva. It seemed that virtually all of the blowjobs I had done lately had been performed while I was tied up, so my hands weren’t free to grasp and stroke their cocks. I took their cocks into my mouth, slurping and sucking and bobbing up and down, sometimes slowly and sometimes as fast as I could. From time to time, I came up for air and licked the heads of their penises and along the bottom of their shafts. When I heard some sort of moan or gasp come from one of them, I buried his cock to the hilt, deep in my throat, sucking it while massaging its head with the back of my throat. I moaned out loud with pleasure at what I was doing to them and the responses I got from them. Two of them eventually held my head and fucked my mouth for the final few minutes, until they came. When they came, throbbing and spurting, I held their cocks deep in my throat, with my lips, and sucked every drop of cum out of them. I swallowed their cum, as they pulled out, and licked their wonderful cocks clean.

After I finished the 3rd blowjob on my surveyor, Lisa came over to me and helped me stand up. She used some tissues to clean me up around my mouth. I was so engrossed in the blowjobs, I so love to do, that I had forgotten all about the nipple clamps torturing my titties and the vibrator tormenting my pussy. All the jiggling of my breasts during the blowjobs had my nipples aching and burning from the steady pain. However, the vibrator had my pussy on fire! Any reluctance I had about this initiation was now gone. I wanted to get fucked!

Lisa announced that she would get me ready for the next part of my initiation. She positioned me at the back of the sofa, facing the guys in the opposite sofa, and made me bend over its back. She undid my skirt and pulled it and my g-string down. Along with my g-string, the wet sanitary napkin came out of my slit. Lisa threw the napkin in a nearby wastebasket and had me step out of my skirt and g-string. FINALLY, that vibrator, that had teased and tormented my pussy for about 5 hours, was removed. Lisa put it in some tissues and placed it on the table in front of the guys. While in front of me, Lisa attached some ropes to my upper arms and tied me down to the sofa’s front legs. She came back around behind me and made me spread my legs. She tied my ankles to the rear legs of the sofa. I was spread wide open, bare ass naked, bent over the back of a sofa andstaring at the guys across from me. My wrists were still bound crossed up between my shoulder blades. I knew that my tingling pussy was invitingly swollen and ached to be filled with a throbbing hard cock.

Lisa wasn’t quite finished with me. She came around in front of me and strapped a ballgag into my mouth. I groaned into my gag when I saw Lisa produce that red box, which had held my nipple clamps. I knew Lisa had 3 different size weights in that box. My 36C tits were hanging straight down, swaying a bit when I moved. Lisa took out the smallest weight, thank God, and clipped it to the chain between my nipple clamps. The clover clamps dug further into my nipples, and I moaned loudly from the extra pain. Lisa nodded to my fireman and said, “Your turn, are you ready?” I could see the big bulge in his shorts, when he stood up. My fireman was ready! He walked around behind me, dropped his boxers and rolled on a condom. He easily entered me and started thrusting into my pussy, doggie-style. Immediately my breasts started jiggling, and the weight on the nipple clamp chain bounced up and down, as I was being fucked. My nipples throbbed with pain. However, the pain was soon overcome by the sensations rapidly building in my pussy.

I had been denied any release for so long. Within minutes, an enormous orgasm rocked my whole body. I screamed into my gag, trembling all over, as I came and came. My fireman actually stopped fucking me, while I enjoyed the waves of pleasure that spasmed throughout my body. Any guy, with his hard prick in your pussy, is not going to stand still very long. Soon, my fireman resumed fucking me. I was enjoying it, and after a good while he sped up and drove deeper into me. Both of us were moaning now. He was getting close, but another huge orgasm engulfed me first. As the wonderful sensations rippled through me, my fireman kept thrusting, making my orgasm more intense. Within a minute or two, he came with a loud groan of satisfaction. I felt his cock inside me, for several minutes, throbbing and twitching, while he shot his whole load of cum, before withdrawing. I slumped against the top of the sofa, enjoying my tingling pussy, despite my aching nipples.

My lawyer was hard and had his condom on, when I next looked around. He bent over me and slid his magnificent cock deep into me. When he started moving in and out, my mind shifted to the bouncing nipple clamp weight and the increasing pain in my nipples. As he fucked me, my lawyer used his long arms and big hands to caress up and down my legs, and over my waist and torso. He even cupped and squeezed my breasts gently, without yanking on the nipple clamp chain. After some time, we worked into a nice rhythm, with his hands holding my hips. He felt so good inside me, and the pain from my nipples was exquisite. His breathing increased and he was grunting softly, as he raced to his orgasm. I relaxed and let my mind and body be controlled by my lawyer’s cock. We came together, moaning loudly, with shuddering orgasms.

It was now my surveyor’s turn for my final fucking. He pushed his cock inside me, adjusted his stance and began pumping at a frantic pace. My breasts, as well as the weight on my nipple clamp chain, bounced and pulled. The pain in my nipples had radiated throughout my breasts, but it was more yearning now. My surveyor fucked me hard and fast, as if there was no tomorrow. He came, I thought, rather quickly, but with a satisfying moan. I tried to keep up with his frenzied pace, but he came before I was ready. He pulled out, and I saw a little smile on his face, as he headed for a bathroom to cleanup. Lisa quickly jumped up from the sofa and announced, “I’ll prepare Christine for the final part of her initiation.” “MORE!?!?!” “I hope there’s a lot more!” I said to myself. Lisa untied the ropes from the front of the sofa that held me bent over, allowing me to wobbly stand up. She came around the sofa and released the ankle ropes that held my legs spread wide apart. She pulled on my nipple clamps, as she took them off, and my shaky legs nearly buckled from the sudden rush of pain.

Lisa took me into the bedroom, along with her bondage equipment. My nipples still throbbed, as she untied my upper arms and wrists from up between my shoulder blades, and peeled off my blouse and bra. Lisa got out a pair of leather wrist cuffs and a pair of leather ankle cuffs, each with a length of rope attached. She placed a pillow in the center of the king size bed, about 2’ away from the headboard. She told me to take off my shoes and get on the bed. I knew what she planned to do with the cuffs. I was going to really get fucked at last!!! I climbed onto the bed, got on my back, with my head on the pillow, and spread my arms and legs. First, Lisa buckled on the wrist cuffs. She pulled and stretched my arms, tying them to the upper corners of the bed. My 3 guys entered the room to watch. Next, Lisa buckled on the ankle cuffs. She stretched my legs outwards and tied them to the side rails of the bed. When she had finished, I was spread so wide open that I felt like I was doing the splits. Lisa asked them, “Does everyone have plenty of condoms left?” Before they could answer, Lisa said, “I have to go now, but I’m leaving Christine in your hands.” “HAVE FUN!”

The Takeover -

As soon as Lisa said those words, the 3 guys descended on her. Two of them grabbed her arms and held them out, while the 3rd guy got a ballgag out of Lisa’s duffle and buckled it into her mouth. Then, he pulled up her knit top, over her head, and removed it. All 3 guys took turns squeezing her tits through her black bra. Before I knew it, Lisa’s bra was off, and the guys were taking turns squeezing and pinching her nipples. They had surrounded her, at the foot of my bed, and it was hard to see everything that was going on. My fireman walked out of the room. My lawyer held Lisa’s arms behind her back, with his large hands, while my surveyor tied them tightly crossed at her wrists. They undid her skirt, pulled it down, and helped her step out of her skirt and shoes. Lisa was left wearing just a tiny black thong. My fireman came back into the bedroom carrying Lisa’s red box and the vibrator with it’s remote. He wanted in on the fun and began pinching and twisting Lisa’s nipples, while his other hand moved between her legs. Lisa tried to get away, but they caught her alongside my bed, giving me a good view. It became a free for all, taking turns holding her, playing with her tits and fingering her pussy. After probably 15 minutes, they made Lisa spread her legs wide apart. My fireman pushed her thong aside with one hand and pushed the vibrator deep inside her pussy with his other hand. He put her thong back in position to hold the vibe in. Lisa really struggled the whole time, and her beautifully tanned body gleamed in the room’s light from a light layer of sweat.

My lawyer grabbed Lisa’s arms and held them tightly together, pushing her breasts out. My fireman opened the red box and pulled out the clover clamps. Lisa could do nothing as the clamps were attached to her nipples. A low moan was heard through her gag. My fireman debated over the 3 different weights in the red box, finally deciding on the heaviest one. Both guys held Lisa tight as my fireman clipped the heavy weight onto the chain between the 2 nipple clamps. I saw Lisa wince and heard her muffled scream. Each of the guys took a turn tormenting Lisa’s tits, by pulling on the chain. They forced Lisa to kneel down, alongside my bed, close to the corner nearest my right foot. She was facing away from the bed, and her wrists were tied to the top of the bed’s corner post. Her arms were held stretched out behind her, pushing out her breasts and making the weight on the chain swing and bounce. After 5-10 minutes, Lisa had settled down and my surveyor removed her ballgag. I looked at the clock radio. It was well after 3”00 AM! My lawyer pointed the vibe’s remote at Lisa’s pussy and turned it on, though I don’t know at what setting.

For nearly 2 hours, they used and tormented Lisa and fucked me. They used Lisa as their “prep toy.” Just prior to each guy climbing on the bed and fucking me, they made Lisa suck their cocks, so they were nice and hard and ready to plunge right into my pussy. A guy might just need a little “boost” to get his cock hard. However, several times guys vigorously fucked her mouth to get ready for me. I heard Lisa gag a couple times, when cocks were rammed down her throat. She doesn’t do “deep throat” well with her hands tied. The remote control for the vibrator, inside Lisa’s pussy, lay on the floor in front of her. The guys were always picking up that remote and changing the speed to torment her pussy. Sometimes one of them, waiting his turn for me, had a little extra time before having her suck his cock hard. He would torment and tease Lisa by: kissing her, caressing her luscious body everywhere, fingering her clit, tickling her bare feet, pinching her ass, squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipple clamps. Most of these treatments caused the weight between Lisa’s clover clamps to bounce and pull on her nipples, causing more pain. Any sounds that Lisa made were moans of pain or frustration. They never let her come.

As for me, each of them had me once already, doggie style out in the living room. I was horny as Hell by now, and wanted all of them again. My fireman took a few moments to get his cock really hard in Lisa’s mouth, before donning a condom and climbing on the bed. I lay there tied, split wide open, thinking that he could just slip right into my pussy. However, he used his fingers to make sure I was wet and ready, before he entered me. Almost immediately after my fireman came, my lawyer was there on the bed plunging his cock into me, and my surveyor’s cock came next. Each of them fucked me in his own way and at his own pace. I loved it. It was like a well organized “gang bang.” I got my body and hips thrusting, to match their speed, and I eagerly fucked them back. My body shuddered and I moaned in delight, with each orgasm they gave me. As soon as my surveyor had finished, my fireman was there ready to go again.

Before he entered me, he took off my ballgag. Each of them took more time to fuck me the 2nd time. It was a little more like lovemaking. My fireman took time to kiss me tenderly, and then passionately, before entering me and plundering my pussy to a shattering orgasm. My lawyer also kissed me thoroughly and deeply, played with my tits and sucked my nipples. His large soft hands felt magical. While he fucked me, he supported himself on his elbows and continued to kiss me. As we neared our climaxes, he sensually plunged his tongue in and out of my mouth, in time with his thrusting cock. We had massive orgasms. We moaned into each other’s mouths as he held the kiss all the while we came. My surveyor wasted no time in climbing on me and shoving his cock deep into my pussy. My clit was now supersensitive. I had little time to fully experience or recover from my previous orgasm. As he pumped away, I started moaning almost immediately. Another orgasm was quickly building within me, and my surveyor fucked me as fast as he could go. He was pounding me relentlessly, as I plummeted over the edge into a gigantic dizzying orgasm. BUT, he didn’t stop! I quickly succumbed to another more intense orgasm that left me unable to move. I just collapsed, moaning and trying to catch my breath, as he finally came. I felt his cock twitching and spurting, while I just laid there consumed by the spasms of my own orgasm that continued to jolt through my body.

While I was enjoying my state of bliss on the bed, it seemed that my 3 guys had decided that they wanted another blowjob from me. They released me from the wrist and ankle cuffs. I was allowed to take a little break and use the bathroom. While I was in there, I heard Lisa moaning loudly from whatever they were doing to her. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw that Lisa had a ballgag buckled in her mouth. My fireman told me to kneel down next to Lisa. I savored the opportunity to suck these guys off, without my hands being tied behind my back. I did my fireman and my lawyer pretty much as I described earlier. However, I used my hands to control their cocks. I moaned and purred encouragingly, while I licked, bobbed and sucked. I caressed their wet balls gently with the fingers of one hand. I held and squeezed their shafts, while I licked and sucked the tips of their cocks. I pumped their wet slippery shafts rapidly with my hand. I teased their cocks, making them groan and squirm with pleasure. When it looked like they were going to explode, I took them in and out, deep in my throat, until they came. I made sounds of enjoyment and contentment, as I sucked their cum out of them and swallowed it. Lisa just knelt beside me, watching and moaning.

When it was my surveyor’s turn to be sucked off, he had other ideas. I guess I hadn’t quite figured him out yet. He insisted that I be tied. I stood up as he grabbed the padded wrist cuffs that I originally wore to the sports bar. He dragged me out to the living room and buckled my wrists into the cuffs, behind my back. He helped me kneel down in the center of the room and told me to suck him off. I started slowly, as I always do, thoroughly licking him all over, including his balls, and getting everything nice and wet. The other 2 guys had come into the living room to watch. I took him into my mouth and began bobbing up and down, using my tongue on the underside of his shaft. I didn’t get very far, before he grabbed my head and hair firmly in both hands. He started thrusting his cock into my mouth. I just held on with my lips, while he picked up speed and went deeper and deeper. He tilted my head way back, and I shifted my kneeling position, so that I could take him straight into my throat. My surveyor fucked my mouth urgently and shot his load of cum into my throat rather quickly. He definitely got his rocks off, but I’m not sure how much he enjoyed it. However, his aggressiveness had turned me on even more. I flopped backwards onto the floor breathless, with my chest heaving. I propped myself provocatively on my left hip and leaned back on my elbows. I was totally naked in this submissive position, with my wrists still cuffed behind my back. I looked up at them wide-eyed, with my big dark blue eyes staring imploringly, and pleaded, “Play with me rough, before you fuck me again.”

The 3 guys huddled up for a few moments and then went into action. My surveyor retrieved a length of rope from the bedroom, while the other 2 guys got me up and bent me over at the waist. My tits were dangling straight down, and one end of the rope was tightly wrapped several times around the base of my left breast and tightly tied. The other end of the rope was pulled around my back, stretching over my bound arms, and pulled tightly and wrapped around the base of my right breast and tied off. When I stood straight up, my 36C tits jiggled on my chest and felt like they were burning. They looked like stretched balloons, about to burst, but felt more like heavy ripe cantaloupes. The guys were just staring at me, and after a few moments of getting used to my bondage, I dashed away.

There was, of course, no escape, but I made it to the sofas. I feinted one way and made it behind the opposite sofa. They had me surrounded by now and dragged me by my hair back to the center of the floor. Two of them bent me over and held me down, while the 3rd one smacked my ass with his open palm. They took turns smacking my 24 year old naughty girl ass. With 2 of them on either side of me squeezing and pinching my bulging tits, the 3rd alternately whacked each of my ass cheeks. I cried out at first, because the pain in my ass was so sharp. After some time, the pain was a steady throbbing burn and I simply moaned. I was mostly oblivious to the feelings in my tortured breasts. Finally, my mind was numb to all the pain from my tits and ass, and I was feeling tingling sensations in my pussy. For the remainder of my ass whacking, I moaned in pleasure. When they let me stand up, my tits and my ass were bright red, but the pain was utterly sensual. My pussy throbbed and I was ready for them to fuck me.

When I moved my bound arms, my tits were stretched and pulled even wider apart by the rope around my back, attached to the base of each breast. My fireman steadied me and said, “We’ll all play with her some more and then fuck her brains out!” “Tease her pussy, but don’t let her come.” He instructed my lawyer to hold me tight from behind, and he said to my surveyor, “Kiss her hard until she’s out of breath, and everybody play with those tits.” My lawyer grasped my arms from behind and forced them together, until my elbows touched. My surveyor stood in front of me, a little to one side, and grabbed my head and locked me into a deep hard passionate kiss. He used one hand to hold my neck, and his other hand found one of my tits. My fireman played with my other tit with one hand, while his other hand found my pussy. I spread my legs for him. My tits were super sensitive and were red as ripe tomatoes. I gasped when they were touched. All 6 of their hands were all over me. They roughly manhandled me, while they played with me, and I loved it! I struggled back hopelessly in their grasps and was even more turned on! They switched positions many times. My arms were pushed together so tightly, from behind, that my breasts were forced outwards as inviting targets for their torment. Their kisses were so deep and long and hard that my chest heaved and I gulped for air in-between them. Mostly, they squeezed my breasts, and pinched, pulled and twisted my swollen extended nipples. I could only moan loudly in my throat from the unadulterated pleasure. My breasts ached and my nipples burned, but the pain was entirely exquisite bliss.

It was, however, what they did to my pussy that drove me wild. Their fingers teased me mercilessly. Fingers fucked my love hole, but never let me get close to coming. I had squeezed my eyes shut, enjoying the sensations of 6 hands roughly playing and tormenting my erogenous zones at the same time. Someone pinched my pussy lips hard and my knees buckled. They had me in their grip and kept me on my feet. My pussy was a hot steamy caldron of desire. But, it was those fingers that rubbed my clit, that were my undoing. They rubbed my clit fast, until I responded, and then stopped. They had me thoroughly frustrated and nearly incoherent, by the 3rd or 4th time. They kept rubbing and teasing my clit, and when my mouth was free, I was gasping and moaning “YES, YES,” and “OH GOD, OH GOD!” I was getting frantic, but this is what I asked them to do. I needed to come soon! I started pleading with them, “PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME COME!” They did not let up. At one point, my lawyer stood at my side. He grasped my head with his large soft hands and had me bent backwards, with my back arched. My surveyor held me securely from behind with one arm, and used his other hand to pinch and twist my nipples. My lawyer had my mouth locked in the deepest kiss, with his tongue plundering my mouth. I tried to catch my breath by gasping air through my nose, while my fireman pinched my pussy lips and rubbed my clit. I completely lost it! I was so turned on that I couldn’t stand it anymore. Finally, I begged them, “PLEASE, PLEASE FUCK ME!” “FUCK ME HARD!” “NOW!” By then, I was a pathetic sniveling wreck, but I knew what I desperately wanted! They let me go.

Bound as I was I ran into the bedroom and rolled onto the bed. I didn’t care about my position or a pillow. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs wide. My back was arched from lying on my tied arms, making my bound tits push straight up in the air. I managed a quick peek at the clock radio and saw that it was after 7:00 AM! What they did to me had an obvious effect on my fireman. He was right behind me, rolling a condom on his rock hard red cock. He quickly climbed between my welcoming legs and plunged his cock into me. As he fucked me, I wrapped my legs around his hips and drew him deep inside me. He fucked me hard, as they all did. My lawyer followed my fireman, and my surveyor finished me off. Each of them gave me mind blowing orgasms! It was nearly 8:00 AM, and Lisa was still tied and kneeling at the foot of my bed. My surveyor said he had to go. My fireman asked the other 2 guys to take Lisa out and get her ready. So, they untied Lisa, gathered up her things and took her out to the living room. I lay there enjoying myself, with my pussy still tingling and on fire. My fireman closed the door and said, “Your initiation is not quite over.” “I’m going to screw you one more time.” I nodded my head YES, with a big smile on my face. He grabbed a ballgag and stuffed it into my mouth, but did not buckle it. He quickly untied my bound breasts as fast as he could. I screamed and screamed from the pain as normal blood flow returned to my breasts. After removing the ballgag, he kissed me for awhile, and gently sucked my engorged throbbing nipples, before climbing on top of me and easing his cock into my pussy. After he finished with me, he lay beside me just lazily diddling my tits.

My lawyer knocked on the door and walked into the bedroom, carrying the rest of my clothes. He was dressed and said that Lisa was ready. For what, I didn’t know. It was 8:30 AM, and my lawyer said, “We should be out of here by 9:00 AM.” They got me up and released my wrists from the cuffs. They told me to use the bathroom and get dressed quickly. I had no makeup or anything with me. The best I could do was to wash my face and finger-comb my hair. When I got back out in the bedroom, my fireman was just finishing dressing. I dressed as fast as I could, but when I finished putting my heels on, my fireman held up the wrist cuffs and said, “Sorry.” He cuffed my wrists behind my back and led me out of the bedroom.

When I got out into the living room, there was Lisa, dressed, bound and ballgagged, sitting on a sofa. They sat me on the sofa, next to Lisa, tied my ankles and thighs and buckled a ballgag into my mouth. Just as my fireman and my lawyer were about to leave, the hotel room door clicked and opened. Beth and Ashley walked in. They sized things up quickly and grinned. As the guys left, my fireman said, “Christine has been thoroughly initiated.” “Lisa has not been allowed to come and has a vibrator in her.” Ashley said that they’d take care of everything and hoped they had a lot of fun. Beth and Ashley looked us over, bound there on the sofa, and checked our bonds. Beth said, “Don’t release them.” “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” 

As soon as Beth left, Ashley picked up the vibrator remote, sitting on the coffee table in front of Lisa. She pointed it at Lisa’s pussy and pressed a button. Lisa immediately lurched and started writhing. In less than 5 minutes, Lisa’s body shuddered and stiffened. She screamed into her gag, as she experienced that long denied orgasm. When Beth came back, Lisa was still breathing heavily from her orgasm. Beth had brought back a nylon shell jacket and a button sweater. Beth said, “We’ll keep them tied up.”

They picked up everything in the room and put it in Lisa’s duffle bag. They untied our legs and got us up. Next, they put the sweater and jacket over our shoulders and removed our gags. Beth and Ashley hustled us: out of the room, into an elevator down to the 1st floor, out the side door of the hotel, and into the back seat of Beth’s car. As Beth went to checkout, Ashley climbed into the back seat with Lisa and me. She re-tied our legs together and buckled the ballgags back in our mouths. Ashley teased us by pinching our tits and feeling us under our skirts, until Beth returned. As we pulled out of the hotel parking lot on that Saturday morning, and headed home, Beth turned back to Lisa and me and said, “We’re going to keep you two for the rest of the weekend, and take you to that lesbian bar tonight!!!

*Author’s Note - In my next story, “Lesbians and Unicorns,” we will find out what happens to Christine and her girlfriends the next night!!!