Part 2
He moved up to the top of the bed and began tying a wrist cuff to the bed frame.
He did the same with my other wrist and ankles. I was kinda confused. The sex
part is done so what are you doing, I was wondering. This kinky stuff was all
fine for sex but what the heck is going on? I'll learn what? My mind was
racing. My next thought was, 'He's probably just still horny.' So, I began to
relax.
That is until what came next.
"I'm going to leave you here for a bit with your pink panther friend." He said,
as he put my vibrator/clit massager in my pussy. "While I am gone, you are not
to cum. If you do, you'll be sleeping tied up like that but with the inflatable
plug in your ass."
With that he walked out the door and left me laying there with the damn vibrator
stuffed in my pussy. Within a few minutes I was ultra horny from the loss of
control over my physical locale and the stimulation to my clit. How the hell am
I going to prevent myself from cuming, I wondered.
As I was pondering my dilemma, I heard the doorbell ring. I heard a female
voice say she was from the cable company. They were to come by and install our
cable today. OH MY GOD! I thought. The bed was in plain site of the t.v. in
the living room. 'Oh please, please, let him close the door before he brings
her in.' I prayed silently.
I heard their voices coming down the hallway and in a second they were both in
plain view. She didn't notice me laying in the bedroom spread eagle with a
vibrator in my pussy; she just started to go about her business.
The humiliation of potentially being seen by a stranger was overwhelming. My
face was enflamed. In just a few seconds, I felt the waves of a very strong
orgasm wash over me. I have to say, when I cum I am very loud. It almost
sounds like I'm crying and to my dismay this time wasn't any different. Knowing
that now there would be no way the cable lady didn't look in my direction; I
just closed my eyes and pretended to be an ostrich with my head in the sand.
"That's pretty loud isn't it?" Aire said matter-of-factly.
"Um, yeah." I heard the cable girl say.
Noticing my spread eagle form lying on the bed she said to Aire, "You a Dom?"
"How'd you guess?" He grinned.
"Takes one to know one." She laughed.
Their conversation shocked the hell out of me so much that I dared to open my
eyes. He's a WHAT? A Dom? What the hell is a Dom? She's a Dom too? I really
needed to know what a Dom is and why he is telling a complete stranger and he
has never told me.
"Cute sub ya got there." Cable Dom said.
"She has no idea what a sub is." Aire laughed. "She's from NY, she probably
thinks it's a sandwich."
They both thought that was hilarious. I was befuddled. A sub IS a sandwich.
What the hell are they talking about? Would someone please come and remove me
from my humiliation. Everyone has lost their mind. They are there carrying on
what an onlooker might mistake for a normal conversation while watching me lay
tied up to a bed. This is wrong. But I was getting wet again anyway. What is
wrong with me, I thought. Why are all these strange things turning me on?
"Well, she's about to find out what a sub is." He said in a bored tone. "She
wasn't suppose to cum until I told her she could and it seems she likes to be on
display."
"What's her punishment going to be?" I heard Cable Dom say, with a very wicked
look in her eyes.
"Well it was going to be spending the night like that with a plug in her ass but
maybe I can change it to provide you with some amusement." He said rather
sportingly.
OH my God. He is going to bring this woman in our bedroom for her amusement. I
know! I knocked my head on something and this is all a dream. I'll just remain
calm and at some point I'll wake up. Won't I?
Well if this is a dream I shouldn't be feeling a puddle oozing between my thighs
and I shouldn't be feeling like I want to get fucked again, should I?
I closed my eyes as I saw them start moving towards the bedroom with a strange
camaraderie developing between them. I heard them come in the room and felt his
arms start to uncuff me. I couldn't look at him. I just wanted to disappear.
I don't know if he noticed I wasn't looking or he just didn't care because he
continued to chitchat with her about their favorite methods of punishment.
Once he had me totally uncuffed he flipped me over and laid me on my stomach and
re-cuffed me with my ankles to my wrists, kneeling forward. Ok, I thought we
had already stretched the bounds of humiliation, but having my ass in the air
with my asshole winking at the two of them was definitely more humiliating than
laying spread eagle.
"I think I'll start by giving her a good spanking. Would you like to use a whip
when I'm done?" Aire asked Cable Dom.
"Sure." I heard her reply, if possible, with a drool in her voice.
Aire rubbed his right hand over my bottom in large, slow circles. His fingers
trailed between my legs. "You're soaking wet," he told me, as if I didn't know.
I began to squirm and forget about the horribly degrading situation I was in, as
lust took over. He stopped rubbing and cupped his hand between my legs.
He lifted his hand and spanked me, hard, four times on each cheek, without a
pause.
He paused to trail his fingers again. Even wetter. "Yes." Aire said, "I thought
she might respond this way. She is always wanting more fucking."
I was beginning to like the fact that I didn't even know yet exactly what I
wanted,
only that I would have to get it from him.
He took his fingers away from between my legs, and traced their wetness across
the flush on each cheek, while I wriggled. "Such a responsive little slut," he
said to me. "Always wetting and squirming when you get what you need. You need
to have your ass whipped you know that?" He said in a hypnotic tone. "You need
to have your ass whipped by my fellow Domme friend here." He continued in a
deceptively soft voice.
While I purred, he lifted his hand again. "No more warm-ups," he told me, "no
more pauses." He spanked me as hard as he could, while still keeping up a quick
pace, and my legs began to kick in earnest. Handprints to flush to red. Purring
to moaning. Squeals to the beginning of begging.
"Ow, ow, please, please, that hurts, please." I was begging for real. This shit
was not funny and I didn't want to cry in front of the two of them.
"Please what?" he asked.
He kept spanking. He spanked and waited for that me to say, "Please Sir".
As soon as he heard it, he delivered one more hard spank to the underside of my
bottom, and then left his hand where it landed.
He rubbed his fingers on the slippery folds between my legs, and waited for the
gasp to change tone before saying to Cable Dom, "Hand me the whip, please."
I almost convulsed against his hand. Orgasm? Fear? I could feel his dick twitch
without knowing the answer. I moved my head to one side, my lips moving, still
saying, please, but no sounds now.
He nodded at Cable Dom and held out his hand. I heard the snap of the whip,
twice.
He slapped the whip down across my reddened right cheek, and I kicked hard,
gasped harder. He began swiping the whip from side to side, short, hard strokes,
watching the colors change. My skin rippled and played under the strokes of the
whip. If I could see what it looked like, I'd probably hate it.
He swung harder, and my kicks became jerks. I began swearing softly under my
breath, still mixed in with "please, please," as I tried to tug away from each
stroke of the whip.
"A dozen more," he told me. "Fast. And hard." Then handed the whip to Cable
Dom.
I wound my fingers in the sheets, as if I could anchor myself. Every
intelligible word was lost in yelling and begging now as Cable Dom whipped the
belt across my bottom and thighs again and again, hitting the exact same line
just at the break of my thighs, the sweet spot, for the last six strokes.
My face was dry. It was a miracle. I felt close to sobbing. Aire whispered in
my ear, "Obey me or next time, I won't stop until your face is soaked, too. Do
you understand?"
I babbled promises -- "I'll be good, I'll be good,"
"Oh I know you'll be good. I'll see too it, subbie." He said with an air of
total assurance.
He turned to the Cable Dom and said, "Would you like a drink before you get
started?"
"Sure." She replied, "Why not."
Aire moved over to uncuff me and said, "Get us both a drink, subbie." Then,
walked out of the bedroom with his comrade.
I just laid there in disbelief for a moment but part of me liked this really
fucked up situation. How did he know I would, I wondered. Or maybe, he doesn't
really care if I would or not. That thought got me hotter than I was before.
Why am I getting turned on because he doesn't care about what I want?
TO BE CONTINUED
