Discovering Bondage Part 2 Sarah went to the drawers and delved into them until she found one of my sexy play suits that were open at crotch and breast. In fact there were two large round holes in the bodice through which the whole of my breasts could be seen. It was a shiny red wet-look material, very soft and clingy. She threw it across to me. “Put this on, “ she commanded me and nip down to the kitchen and make us both a nice drink while I change the sheets. Can’t have you lying in your own cum for the next couple of hours can we?” So off I went obediently, happy to know that I would be lying on clean sheets at least. When I returned we sat and drank the coffee I had made and talked a little about every day things. After we had finished our drinks she lifted up the rubber face mask with its dildo gag. “I told you that Frank want’s you to wear this, didn’t I?” I nodded not liking the idea that I would be gagged while waiting for Frank to come home. I watched as she did something with the inside of the mask and saw that she was removing the dildo gag, the eye patches and the ear patches. She pulled the hood over my head. This time my ears were covered but I could still hear through the thin rubber. Their were cut outs in the rubber for my eyes and mouth. She told me to lie down on my back on the centre of the bed and to stretch my arms out to the corners. She picked up one rope and fastened several loops around my right wrist, pulled the rope towards the top right corner of the bed pulling my arm straight and tied it round the bed leg Taking a knife she cut the rope at that point. Moving over to the other side of the bed she did the same with my left wrist. Having done that she moved down to the bottom of the bed and took hold of my left ankle pulled my body taught against the wrist bondage and tied my ankle to the bottom of the bed. She did the same with my right ankle. I was now spread in a tight X on the bed with my wide open cunt pointing towards the door. The bed had a head board but no footboard so I was clearly visible from the doorway. “That’s the regular spread eagle that almost every Master likes,” she told me. You’re nice and vulnerable, ready for a good fucking when he want’s to get on with it. The nice thing about it is that you are nice and comfortable. The bad thing is he can leave you like this for hours and not be worried about you. Still as long as you have nice memories then waiting’s not a problem, just requires some patience, and patience is something you’re going to learn a lot about.” “Now to make you a little more decorative and at the same time had a little more tension to you’re pretty body.” She tied a loop of rope around my left arm just above the elbow, ran it down across the bed and then tied it around my thigh just above my knee, pulling the intervening rope tight, and thus put pressure on my arm and leg. She then ran this across between my opened legs and tied it of around my right thigh, again pulling the intervening rope tight. From there she ran it up to my right arm, and tied it off just above my elbow, again pulling it tight between. She then took the rope across above my head and tied it off with the first loop on my left arm. I thought she would finish there but didn’t. Our bed is different than most in that it has legs at the four corners but it also has legs at the mid point on all four sides. I now discovered that these extra legs could come in very useful as anchor points for bondage. From my left arm Sarah took the rope back to the centre top of the bed, down and ran a loop around the centre leg and back up to the middle loop on my right arm. From there she took the rope first down to the middle leg on the right side of the bed, then back to my thigh, then down to the leg in the middle bottom of the bed, back up to my left thigh, then to the centre leg on the left side and back up to my left arm. Now my arms and legs were being pulled in four different directions by the ropes, and of course, a fifth direction by the natural forces of my body! Sarah walked around the bed, viewing her work from all directions. “You look fabulous, “ she told me. “Very sexy too, with your cunt still wet from our fun and games. Frank will love it. Now I must be off, back to the office. I’ll be back tonight, and you can tell me all about it” And she left me there!!! I hoped she locked the door on the way out, I hated the idea that just anyone could come in and find me like this. At least I thought I did, though the more I thought about it the less sure that I was. After listening to Sarah’s descriptions earlier of bondage sex at the office, I really found myself thinking about other men seeing me like this and of what they would do if the found me. I looked towards the bedroom window. The curtains were open. I wondered if our neighbours across the road could see in and what they would say if they did. June was a sexy thing and Ted her man was a hunk, but we had not been here long enough to get to know them well. I allowed my mind to go back over the last twenty four hours that had so changed my life. Yesterday at this time I had been a normal housewife new to the job and just beginning to find out what needed to be done, now I was Frank’s sex slave and Sarah was about to move in with us! I assumed that as she and Frank both worked I would end up being housewife to both of them. It was obvious I was going to be sex slave to both of them. They were far more conversant with all this than I was. For a moment I felt resentful but then I remembered how both Frank and Sarah had made absolutely certain that I got off on all this and that I got pleasure out of it. I remembered how many shattering orgasms had rocked my body over the last twelve hours and the resentment slipped away to be replaced with a warm feeling of well being. and a new thought, “If I was going to spend so much time tied up as Sarah predicted, I wouldn’t have that much time for housework, so Sarah would have to do her share. After all, being tied to a bed all day could be classed as work!” I lay there for some time waiting. From time to time I had to move a little to try to change my position a little to relieve some of the tension. I didn’t have much room for movement pulled tight as I was by all the ropes pulling in so many different directions, but I did manage, by pulling against a particular set to at least move some of my muscles so that I didn’t get cramp. It also gave me something to do while I waited .... and waited ...... and waited. Next time, because I knew there would be a next time, I determined that I would insist that they at least left me some music to listen to, or the radio on, or the TV or even, if push came to shove, a video like the one Frank had put on last night when he had me hog-tied in front of the settee. In fact, tied up like this, maybe that would be a good idea, it would help to warm me up for what ever might follow!! Sarah had tied me to the bed at 10.45. It was 12.30 by the time Frank arrived home. He came straight up stairs and stood at the door and looked at me. “Beautiful, absolutely beautiful” he said. “Sexy and beautiful, my little sex slave. I love the way your best parts are so readily available in that outfit. Knowing you were lying here waiting for me has kept me hard as a rock all morning. Sarah rang me to tell me that she had been over.” He walked into the room as he talked, shedding his clothes on the way. “She tells me you’re really hot stuff and that she enjoyed fucking about with you this morning before getting you ready for me.” He sat down on the bed, leaned down and kissed me thoroughly, his hand going to my yawning cunt, his fingers sinking into my softness his thumb playing with my already aroused clitoris. His tongue entered my mouth in rhythm with his fingers in my cunt. After a moment he stopped kissing me but continued frigging me. “She tells me that she found you naked and tied into the spreader bar. You must have put that on yourself then?” he questioned. I nodded in the affirmative, not speaking, just concentrating on the pleasure I was deriving from the ministration of his fingers. “She tells me that she hog-tied you and fucked you with a vibrator after she nipple clamped you. And she tells me you enjoyed it and came several times. She tells me that you have also agreed that she can move in with us.” I hadn’t agreed that Sarah could move in but then neither had I disagreed. I had nodded when she said that she would see me tonight and murmured OK so Sarah must have decided that I had accepted her suggestion. I didn’t disagree with him. I quite liked the idea of Sarah living with us, after all, she was the one who had made it possible for me to find myself this way, it more ways than one. In addition she knew me very well and what I liked and didn’t like. I trusted her and I now knew that I also wanted her sexually. So the idea of Sarah living with us turned me on. I wondered where she would be sleeping most. We had a king size bed, easily large enough to accommodate three for love making, but I didn’t think that we would be sharing that when it came to sleeping. We also had two guest rooms, both with double beds so there were alternatives which we would have to explore, but enough of that later. Right now Frank was demanding my full attention. He climbed onto the bed and knelt above my head. He leaned forward so that his prick was dangling in my face. He stretched himself over me so that he could take my clitoris into his mouth. I lifted my head slightly and took his balls into my mouth and began to play gently with them with my teeth and tongue. I could have taken his prick into my mouth, and I had been tempted to do so momentarily, but then decided against it. I didn’t want him to come until he’d serviced me properly. All that foreplay earlier with Sarah had made me very desirous of his prick in my cunt, buried to the hilt with his balls banging against my tender flesh as he ended his stroke into me. So I concentrated my attention on his balls, knowing that this would please him, but hopefully, would not result in him ejaculating prematurely down my throat instead of into my cunt. I was enjoying his attentions and I was thrusting my hips up towards him as much as I could in the tight bondage. The movement I achieved wasn’t much but he was aware of it. I could tell by the twitching of his prick against my face. He was nipping gently at my clitoris as his fingers continued to pump rhythmically in and out of my wet folds making soft sucking noises. I was beginning to grunt a little as his ministrations pushed me up towards the crest. I wanted him to stop and replace his fingers with his prick, but at the same time I wanted him to continue for I was truly enjoying myself. What a dilemma to be in. Which ever choice he made I would have pleasure. If it wasn’t for his balls in my mouth I might have been tempted to call out to him to fuck me. I didn’t, instead I sucked harder on his bag, tapping the hard skin in my mouth with the tip of my tongue. Then I hit my peak and my mouth jerked open as the effect of the explosion flowed through me and I practically screamed with ecstasy. My whole body went rigid against the bonds that held me to the bed, as I spasmed uncontrollably in my climax. I knew that I must be spurting my cum into his face which was still buried between my legs but I didn’t care. I could only feel and I felt as if the world had just shattered into a thousand incandescent pieces. It was glorious in its majesty. When I came down from cloud 12 (He’d blown me much higher than cloud 9!) it was to see him kneeling between my legs, leaning on his hands which were placed on either side of my waist. He was waiting until I was with him before he moved on to the stage that we had been building up to. “Do you want me to fuck you’re cunt, slave?” He asked me in a commanding voice. He was giving the impression that he was giving me a choice but we both new the reality was that I had no choice, even if I said no I was in no position to stop him if he decided to go ahead anyway. Not that any of that mattered at the moment, I was terrifyingly conscious that all I was at the moment was a sex object and I actually didn’t mind, in fact I was glorying in that fact. I was also glorying in the fact that I was the object of all his passion. “Yes, Master I whispered. “Please fuck my cunt master. Please fuck me hard, I need you so much I am bursting. Please fuck me now. Don’t make me wait, Master.” I had fallen into the role he wanted me to play with no hesitation. It seemed so natural. He obliged thrust himself hard into me until he was buried deep into my moist body. His balls rapped against the sensitive strip between my stretched open legs, causing me to gasp at the delightful sensation this induced. He slowly pumped in and out of my heated centre seeming to pull my soul out with each outward stroke and then to push it right back into my body with the inward stroke. The rocking movement required for this action stroked his pelvic bone against my already highly sensitive clitoris, ensuring that the tide of desire would rise again. He leaned down and took my left nipple gently but firmly between his teeth and with each outward stroke leaned backwards stretching my breast upwards, then with each inward stroke he leaned forward releasing the pressure on my breast as he did so. He continued this way for several moments, watching me to see my reaction. I found that the twin sensations blended well together keeping my mind concentrated on those parts of my body with which he was taking and giving pleasure. I rose again to another peak, my climax coming over me in slow waves, each wave causing my cuntal muscles to contract as much as they were able in my wide spread position. If I hadn’t been spread so wide, I would have been able to grip his pinus and extract his climax from him, as it was the muscle spasm within my cunt only served to massage his pinus into greater rigidity, much to his obvious pleasure. He continued his piston strokes gradually speeding up, each thrust helping to stoke my climax to a higher fever pitch. Frank stiffened, thrusting himself hard into me as he reached his own climax. The force of his entry lifted my lower body up from the bed to the full extent of the ropes’ elasticity. I pressed upwards with all my force to ensure that his penetration was complete. Our combined explosion had enough power, I felt certain, to light up the whole city. It was glorious. When he had recovered from his climax he climbed off the bed and retired to the shower where he cleansed himself prior to returning to work. I was his lunchtime break, now he was going to return to his daily toil. While he was in the shower I lay there on the bed still strung tight, with his cum and mine mingled seeping out from me and pooling on the bed between my wide spread legs. He hadn’t even bothered to wipe me down. He came out of the shower room and gathered together his fallen clothing which he pitched into the linen basket. He selected clean clothes and dressed in preparation for his return to work. “Sarah will be back shortly to clean you up. I’ll be back later.” With that cryptic comment he bent down and gave me a thorough kiss, fondling my breast as he did so. Then left! My first day in bondage ended just after 4. p.m. when Sarah returned to release me. I had slept after Frank left despite the restriction of the bondage, physically drained from all the activity. The 18 hours previous had seen me involved in the most intense sexual activity of my whole life. I had climaxed more times within that short period than I had in any previous week, possibly even month before. If this could be repeated I would be ecstatic. I wondered if it ever would though. I remembered when I had first started to go with Frank, we’d had some pretty mind blowing sex then, too, but it had eventually slowed down as we got to know each other. Maybe this time, though it would be different, for it seemed that his intentions were that it wouldn’t just be the two of us. May be the inclusion of others in our sex life would help to keep the novelty alive. While I slept I dreamt the most erotic dreams I had ever had. I dreamt I was Sleeping Beauty, tied to a large Royal bed while a long line of possible suitors lined up, cocks rampant, to take their turn to try to awaken me, not with the fairy tale kiss, but by fucking my wide spread body. Each of the princes climbed naked onto the bed between my thighs and fucked my unresponsive body until they came The royal princes were forbidden to allow their semen to enter my body so they withdrew at the last moment splattering my body with their cum. None of them were successful in awakening me. Then at the end of the queue there appeared a pantomime prince, a beautiful young woman dressed in tight sweater top and shiny shorts. When she reached the head of the queue she climbed onto the bed, licked my body clean of all the accumulated male semen then proceeded to suck at my clitoris. The result was inevitable. I awoke my body pressing upwards towards her tongue to find, of course, that Sarah was kneeling naked between my legs paying homage to my centre of ecstasy!! Sarah realised I was now awake and looked up at me and smiled. “Isn’t this a nice way to wake up?” she asked me. “I love it when it happens to me.” I made a mental note to return the compliment if the opportunity offered, which I felt certain it would. “Now lets enjoy ourselves, “ she said to me with a huge smile on her face. With that she moved to place herself in a 69 position above my bound body so that I could service her in the same way she was servicing me, except that she had an advantage, she could use her hands to assist whilst I could only use my tongue and mouth. Quickly I discovered that she had a second advantage, free as she was she could choose to lift her head away from my body to allow the natural art of breathing, my face was buried in her slit by the very fact that Sarah was practically lying across my face. The little freedom of movement I had meant that Sarah had total control over everything that happened. My struggles to move my face so that I could breath added to Sarah’s pleasure simply by the fact of where my face was!!! Being a woman she knew well what would be most effective in bring me off. It didn’t need much. The erotic dreams I had awoken from already had me lit up. Her tongue working together with her fingers quickly brought me to a spurting climax. She drank my cum, then lifted herself off my face and proceeded to calmly release me. We shared a shower together giggling as we talked about the day. Sarah then asked if it was OK for her to move in. I told her that there was nothing I would like more, after all she was my best friend and the one who had introduced both Frank and I to bondage which had made such a spectacular change to my life over the last two days. I wanted more of what I had been getting these last two days. I had never been fucked more soundly, never cum so hard, nor been made love to by a woman before in the way that I had in the last two days. I was hot for more of the same. When we had completed our shower we got dressed in jeans and tee shirts to do the necessary work to prepare the one of the spare bedrooms for Sarah to move in to. That didn’t require too much work, I kept it ready for any visitors that Frank might bring home from work, which he had occasionally done. I wondered now if the next time he brought a friend home from work whether he would let him fuck me while I was tied up. I found that the thought excited me beyond reason. Never before today had I had thoughts of being fucked by another man but Sarah’s descriptions of what went on at her office and the bondage club had firmly implanted the possibility in my mind and it had taken root in the fertile ground it found there. Afterwards we went over to the flat Sarah had been sharing with Kathy from her office. I helped her to pack a case with clothes for the next couple of days and we agreed that we would come back the following day with boxes from the supermarket to load up the rest of her things. When we had packed a suitcase with the normal clothes that Sarah would need, she pulled out a second case and opened a large drawer under her bed from which she began to take a number of items which fascinated me. The first was a set of nine buckled straps attached together by a number of linked chains. “This is a spreader set,” she told me, “The straps are fastened around your ankles, thighs, wrist and upper arms, and the last one goes around you’re neck. The chains can be attached in various ways, short to keep you in a tight hog-tie, long to allow you to work. I’ve even been hung from the ceiling at the bondage club by them. I was pulled into a tight hog-tie and the hook was attached into the gathered chains at the small of my back and the just hoisted me up. I was just at the right height for the guys to stand in front of me so that I could suck their cocks. I was also just at the right height to be fucked by anyone standing behind me. I tell you, its something to be fucked while you’re swinging from the ceiling!!” I was getting hot thinking about it! Sarah had filled her suitcase with all the bondage sets that she had collected. The last item she pulled from the drawer however she did not pack but left it on the bed. She then ordered me to strip. I did so my eyes on the item she had left on the bed. She had turned to the table behind her and picked up a shaker of powder which she shook into the rubber cat suit. she then greased the two dildos situated in the crotch. The suit had a zip which ran from the rear above the ass to the neck for ease of dressing but otherwise it looked as if it would fit like a second skin. I sat down on the edge of the bed and Sarah knelt down in front of me to help me to get the suit on. The powder helped the rubber to slip over my skin. It was a lot easier to put on then I thought. The soft rubber stretched quite easily up my legs and snapped comfortable back into position. When we got to the crotch Sarah firmly, but gently inserted the butt plug first, then after giving my clit a good sucking to bring it to full attention, she slipped in the front dildo into my cunt and pulled the suit up my body. The seat and bodice had cut outs for my ass cheeks and breasts, which Sarah eased through the holes. The dividing strip between my ass cheeks forced them apart and out through the rubber, the rubber ring around the breast cut outs compressed the base of my breasts just as had the rope breast bondage the night before pulling the skin of my breasts tight. She helped me to slip my arms into the sleeves and then went behind me to draw up the zip from the cleft of my ass to the neck. My body was now tightly clasped in the grip of the rubber suit. It was a strange, yet pleasant sensation. I looked in the full length mirror that Sarah had on the door of her wardrobe. The black rubber exaggerated the curves of my body especially the nip of my waist and the thrust of my ass and breasts. Standing sideways on the black of the rubber gave stark outline to the pink of my exposed ass and breasts. Sarah pulled my arms behind me and tied my wrists together and then my arms above my elbows, causing my breasts to push firmly forward. She reached into one of her drawers and came out with the final touch, nipple clamps joined by a fine chain which she proceeded to apply. She threw my clothes into a carrier and told me that I would be travelling back to the house as I was! Thank God that Sarah had a private garage and her own car. Then she shocked me by picking up the phone and ordering a taxi!!! I protested volubly, so she pulled out a strap from her case which had a ball in the middle and proceeded to gag me. I didn’t resist, I quiet licked the idea of travelling like this, it turned me on the idea that some stranger would be treated to a sight of my partly naked body. I wondered if Frank and Sarah would invite him in when we got home and make me suck him off instead of paying his fare. He wouldn’t be able to fuck me but I could service him. It would be easy enough for them to remove my gag. I hoped so but now I was gagged I couldn’t suggest it. Sarah changed out of the jeans and T shirt she had been wearing and pulled on a black leather dress which made her look absolutely fabulous. It was halter necked with some kind of internal support which pushed her breasts up and made them look larger than they actually were. The bra was half cup and her nipples showed clearly above the edge, in fact when I looked closer, I saw that they rested in little v cutouts in the edge of the cup. There were two little strings in the front of each cup which she tied around the base of each nipple!! The waist was shaped and had a wide belt which she buckled tightly. The skirt was short, finishing just below her crotch. I was sure that if she bent down it would rise above her bottom. She wore no panties so her cunt was naked. She pulled on thigh boots made of soft leather which conformed to the shape of her legs. There were straps around the tops which she quickly fastened. Then she hooked her finger in the chain linking my breasts and gently led me to the door to await the taxi. The taxi arrived. The driver stopped in the street outside the door. He climbed out an came forward to knock on the door. He looked like any other taxi driver. He was handsome in a rugged kind of way. Sarah opened the door to his knock. He took her in his arms and kissed her very thoroughly, his left hand cupping her cunt. she positively purred. Well at least the taxi driver wasn’t a total stranger, I didn’t know him but Sarah certainly did. When he finished kissing Sarah, he turned to me. “Nice face, I love the way the gag improves the lines. Nice tits.” He fondled my breasts. “Love the rubber casing.” His hands smoothed down my body and around to my protruding ass cheeks. “Nice ass, needs a little warming up though.” He slapped my ass a couple of times. “I’m going to enjoy you, cunt,” he told me. “Frank tells me you’re in the club, now. That means, like Sarah and Kathy, you’re now available to the group. Frank will be introducing you officially on Friday. In the meantime, enjoy yourself. I can’t wait. You look like you’ll be a good fuck.” I was shocked at Frank’s callousness in making me communal property, but some how it fit in with the slave image I had begun to build for myself in my mind. He turned around and proceeded us to the taxi where Sarah helped me to climb in to the rear compartment. She sat me in the bucket seat in the front of the compartment and strapped me in. she then sat on the long leather seat at the rear of the compartment facing me. She lifted her foot and rested it in my crotch, pressing the toe of her boot under me so that she could apply a little leverage to help the dildo press deeper into my cunt. She rocked her foot, watching my face as she did so. My eyes lowered to her crotch to watch her hand as she played with herself as the taxi drove through the twon to mou house. The taxi driver had gone into Sarah’s apartment and collected the two cases which he put into the trunk then got into the front and drove off. He took the long route to our house, driving through the busiest part of town. I found myself getting quite excited at the possibility that total strangers might look into the car and see these two strangely dressed, half naked women in the throes of sexual activity. It took about fifteen to twenty minutes for the journey to our house. All that time Sarah continued to play with herself and to rock her foot under my crotch. By the time we reached the house we were both well warmed up. The taxi dropped us off at the end of the street. We were going to walk down my street to my house, half naked, strangely dressed, and me with my arms tied behind me and my naked breasts adorned by nipple clamps joined together by a chain which Sarah was gently tugging to ensure that I followed her whether I wanted to or not. My naked ass felt even more naked as I was paraded publicly down my own street for all my neighbours to see me in my new servitude. I was horrified and would have cried out in protest if it hadn’t been for the ball gag stretching my lips apart in a wide grimace. I had been turned on by the idea of a some stranger seeing me like this, I found I was even more turned on by the idea that my neighbours might be looking out of their windows to see me walking down the street like this. I imagined what I would do if that hunk from number 8 saw me. Would he take it as a signal to come round when Frank was out to see if I was tied up at home. I imagined him coming in through the kitchen door to find me tied naked and spread bent back over the kitchen table, naked and with my legs open in invitation, my cunt on the edge of the table just at the right height for him to stick his big prick into. I was getting very hot at this dream. What was I coming to, three days ago I would no more have imagined myself being fucked by another man than I would have imagined myself conducting the Philimonic Orchestra. Now here I was not only imaging it but , I suddenly realised, that what I was imaging could even happen!! That thought had me cuming there on the street. I stopped walking because I couldn’t walk another step, my body was ridged with the power of my sudden climax. Sarah looked back, saw my face, realised what was happening and grinned delightedly. She waited patiently until I got myself under control enough to continue the, thankfully, short walk now to the house. I was now a little embarrassed at my conduct. I was like a bitch on heat, so blatant was I becoming in my sexual arousal. I seemed to be getting excited so very easily now. Bondage seemed to have removed all my inhibitions. We got to the house and Sarah opened the door and led me in. She closed the door, turned removed the ball gag, took me in her arms and kissed me thoroughly, her hands clasping my ass cheeks, squeezing the flesh hard as her tongue played a merry tune in my mouth. I enjoyed her kiss. I was beginning to get used to the idea that I must be bi-sexual or something, the way I was reacting to Sarah. I had the usual adolescent fantasies about other girls but my main preoccupation had always been with the lads in my class. It was the lads around whom I weaved my sexual dreams. Now I was finding that I could be and in fact was turned on by Sarah, who had been my best friend for years, but who had never made any sexual advances to me before Frank had tied me up. Now here we were in a very sexual embrace which I was enjoying far more than I would ever have expected. Sarah left me there tightly secured in the stocks, my ass red from the spanking, my nipples extended by the weight dangling from the chain joining the nipple clamps, my ass and cunt filled with hard rubber and my mouth distended by the ball gag. My arms drawn above me the way they were soon caused my shoulder muscles to ache with the strain imposed on them adding to the two other areas of gentle pain. I could only wait and contemplate my fate. Positioned as I was I couldn’t even bend my knees, for to do so put an intolerable pressure on my arms. So I just had to stand there bent at the waist, my legs spread and my naked ass cheeks protruding from the rubber of the body suit, their globes separated by the thick rubber strip which held the dildos firmly in place in my body. The soft latex clung to my skin and I sweated gently. I could see myself on the screen of my imagination just as I must look to anyone who might enter this playroom which Frank and his friends had built secretly in the attic of our house. The picture that I could see in my mind’s eye was so vivid that it was keeping me turned on. That and all the enlarged photographs of me and Sarah in sexual bondage which were pasted to the walls in front of my eyes. I moved my head as much as I was able to contemplate the various pictures. I wondered how many others would join the photo gallery over the next few weeks. How many would be of me being fucked by men other than my husband? Would all the men I could see in the pictures who had fucked Sarah whilst she was in bondage get to do the same to me? I hoped so!!! Up to now there had only been one man in my life, but I had fantasised over others. Now I looked as if I would get to live out those fantasises. Sarah left me there for what seemed like hours. When she returned she wasn’t alone. Frank and another man I had not previously met were with her. I blushed to know that I was being viewed in this sexually submissive position by a total stranger. He came over to get a closer look while Frank led Sarah over to the centre of the room in front of me. She was now totally naked except for rings through her pierced nipples, bellybutton and clit and labia lips. These rings were joined together by a network of fine chains. She was also wearing a leather collar in the front of which was a large ring through which the chain ran linking to the nipple rings. The chains which ran through the cunt rings ran on to end at rings let into the leather of her thigh cuffs. Her arms were strapped behind her and a chain ran from the clit ring, between her legs to end in the metal link between the wrist cuffs. She made a pretty sight with her wonderfully trim figure adorned by this tracery of fine chain, leather and rings. The outfit was finished off with a wide leather waist belt which was cinched as tight as it could comfortably(?) go which made her waist very trim. She was now wearing knee length form fitting leather boots with heels that must have been 6 or 7 inches high. Frank led her over to stand beneath one of the hanging pulleys from which dangled a rope with a metal spring catch on the end which he lowered behind her and hooked into the link between the wrist cuffs. He turned her to face me then set the small electric motor to tighten the rope and pull her arms upwards, forcing her to bend like me. In addition this pulling tightened the chain which ran between her legs and back to her clit ring. This pulled her clit into a tight fleshy cone and back between her legs, which looked very painful to me. Frank went to a cabinet let into one of the walls and came back with a rod of wood from the ends of which dangles a couple of leather straps. He knelt behind Sarah and fastened her ankles into the straps. She was now standing bent well forward with her legs held spread well apart by the wooden rod. Frank stood up and walked over to a walk in closet where he removed his clothes and hung them up behind the door. He then stood looking at us, his cock standing proudly to attention, contemplating, I was certain, which of us he was going to fuck. He chose to come over to me and remove the ball gag. Having done so he took a firm hold of my hair and placed his cock against my lips. I opened them and took him into my mouth. I closed my lips around his the bulb of his firm rod and played my tongue against the hole in its end. He sighed gently, leaned forward over the headboard and took my breasts in his hand, playing with the nipples, tugging gently at the clamps so that the weight swung backwards and forwards beneath my body. “That’s it, bitch, suck your master’s cock. Make me nice and wet so that I can fuck your friend’s ass. You can watch me fuck her. She loves to get it in the ass. You will, too. Ted (The Hunk from No 8) and Wendy will be over soon. I’ve promised him he can fuck you tonight. He watched you walk down the street. You made him as hard as a rock. Wendy is one of us you know. You excited him so much he’s fucking her now. She sucked us both till we were hard after you had entered the house then we tied her to the coffee table in their lounge. We bent her backwards over the table with her arms tied along her lower legs. I told her she could come over later and fuck you too, She swings both ways, and likes to fuck women with a double ended strap on dildo. It has one end which she stuffs in her own cunt and the other end she loves to stuff into a cunt or an ass. She loves to stuff it into male asses. We have some guys who are slaves, you know. You might like to see her giving one of the guys a good ass fucking. She likes a good ass fucking herself, but she also loves to fuck ass. So she’ll be over later to fuck you. That’s of course if we go back and untie her from the coffee table.” All the time he was talking to me he was moving his cock backwards and forwards in my mouth. Sarah was moaning as she watched us. She was very obviously turned on by watch us, and by what she though Frank would be doing to her soon. His sexy talk was making me hot and the tugging of the weight on my nipples was having a decidedly erotic effect on me too. I found myself clenching my ass and cunt muscles over the rubber dildos, milking them as if they were real and could splatter my insides with creamy cum. I found myself wishing that they could. How I would love to feel the hard thrusting of a man’s organ in my ass right now, spewing its sweet contents into the receptacle of my anal cavity. My nose was filled with the sexy smell of Frank’s deodorant which he must have sprayed over his crotch area. I never knew men did that as well as women. I could taste the salty, tangy taste of cum on his prick. I wondered if perhaps he had already availed himself of Sarah’s always ready cunt before bringing her upstairs. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he had done so, the randy bastard. Each thrust of his cock had gone deeper into my mouth until I was now taking the whole of it, so much that its head was going deep into my throat and I was finding that I was having to concentrate on subduing the desire to gag. Now that the whole of his cock was wet he withdrew and walked over until he was behind Sarah. He turned he so that she was sideways on so that I would be able to see the action. Then locking his gaze on mine, he grabbed hold of her hips and rammed his cock hard up into her ass lifting her feet of the floor with the impact. He leaned back and then began to piston in and out slowly in such a way as to allow me to see his cock as it moved in and out of her body. Sarah looked across to me her eyes slightly glazed and unfocused but wanting to share her pleasure with me. Each movement of his cock into her body jerked on the chain which was attached to the clit ring. she must really be feeling something from that alone. I watched as my husband fucked my best friend in the ass, glad that I had already had the pleasure of him in my body already and anticipating the upcoming visit from Ted and Wendy when my body would be the centre of attention. As I watched Frank’s eye’s moved briefly to a point in the upper corner of the room. I followed his gaze and saw that he had set up a video camera to record what happened in his bondage play room. I looked around and spotted two other cameras. I wondered if there was a fourth behind me, zeroed in on my naked bottom. I wriggled about trying to get a look over my shoulder, but was unable to do so as the stocks held me pretty firmly in place. Frank had not spared any expense in setting up this play room. I wondered whether he would sell the resulting videos. I was sure that there must be a lucrative market out there some where for them. I bet they would sell for quite a bit of money. A nice lucrative side line for us to supplement our wages. I liked the idea of becoming a porn star. My attention came back to the two heaving bodies in front of me. Frank was reaching his peak and would be coming soon. I could identify the signs. He was pumping more rapidly, his head was thrown back and his eyes were closed, his breath was coming in short hard gasps and his legs were tight with tension as he buried himself deeper into Sarah’s body with each upward thrust. Sarah was also noisily reaching her climax, screaming at him, “Fuck me harder, you prick. Shove it in, you bastard! Make me cum, make me cum. Give it to me baby. That’s it. Deeper, deeper. Fuck me. Bastard. Fuck me. Bastard.” Her voice rising in volume on each shout, each word or phrase punctuated by the wet slap of his balls hitting her cunt lips. He had matched his rhythm to her shouted exaltations. Sarah always had been a noisy, demonstrative lover as long as I had known her. Sarah screamed, almost deafening me with the power of her voice as she went thundering over the top. Her whole body spasmed with the force of her climax. Frank held still standing with his cock buried in her to its fullest depth whilst she jerked around in her ecstacy. If it hadn’t been for the firm hold he had on her hips I felt certain sure that she would have pulled her arms out of her sockets with the violence of the spasmodic reaction. Amazingly, Frank did not come himself, possibly because he had already had several marathon sex sessions already today. Sarah eventually quietened, at which time Frank pulled himself away from her and went to the pulley rope and gently lowered her down. She sank face forward onto the floor, almost unconscious from the violence of her climax. Frank left her there to recover, went to a door at the far end of the room which I observed as he opened it led to a shower room. He quickly showered, taking care to ensure that his cock was thoroughly cleansed, went over to the closet, dressed and went out of the room, leaving the two of us in our respective bondage, to contemplate the forth coming attractions. At least I would do so, I wasn’t so sure Sarah was particularly interested at the moment, but I was certain that eventually she would recover enough to pay attention again. I felt I couldn’t wait for Ted and Wendy to arrive to take care of my pleasure, but of course, due to my current position, I had no choice but to wait. I hoped they wouldn’t be too long! Frank left me and Sarah bent into our respective bondage positions for about 45 minutes after he had fucked Sarah’s ass whilst I watched. During that time we talked, at least we did once Sarah had recovered sufficiently to do so. We talked about how we felt about each other, about what I had felt me as I watched my best friend being fucked by my own husband, and Sarah about how knowing that I was watching had increased her enjoyment. I told her that the next time I would make sure that she was the one watching and that I would be the one getting fucked. She told me that she would love to suck my cunt whilst Frank was fucking my ass and that she would love to have me do the same for her. She told me how she loved having her bottom smacked, especially when she was tied up. I told her that I would make sure that Frank gave her good spanking the next time her ass was in the air. I asked her when and where she had gotten her nipples, belly button clitoris and cunt lips pierced. She told me that her boss at the agency had insisted and had arranged it for her. She had been without sex for a week whilst the punctures healed. She told me that he liked to put a padlock through the rings in her cunt lips and clitoris so that her honey pot was sealed from entry by anyone else. He had even made her wear the lock to and from the office. Of course, when her rings were locked like that she had not been able to wear panties under her dress. So the excitement had been doubled as she had walked the streets and ridden the subway. He had added an extra refinement to that a couple of days previously. She had gone to work that morning in a wrap around skirt, because she liked the way that one side or other would slip whilst she was sitting on her typing stool, revealing lots of leg. It was even possible to allow it to fall open in such away as to reveal glimpses of her panty crotch. Her boss had loved this and had made her remove her pants, He had then locked the rings and had attached a two foot chain with a little weight attached to the end. He had then had her parade up and down the office watching the weight swing backwards and forward between her legs, nudging her skirt open on the forward sweep. He had sent her on several errands which required her to walk down the busy town centre street with this weight swinging between her legs. She had gotten very excited because of this. Late in the afternoon her boss had called her into his office and had tied her on her back to the long, leather bench in his office still fully dressed, and had carefully arranged her skirt so that it draped away from her waist, accentuating her lower body, and had fucked her merrily. He had then given her the body chains and she had worn them for the rest of the day. She told me that he had a butt plug with a ring in the end which also formed part of the set. She had worn that too. He had taken her ten pin bowling that evening wearing it under her sweater top and micro mini skirt. Each time she had bowled she had felt the tug of the chains against their anchor points. She had been so aroused that she had begged him to fuck her as soon as they were back in the car, but he had just smiled and tied her into the seat and had made her wait until he had taken her back to his house, where his partner had been waiting to join in the fun. She had been most royally fucked by both of them, before being sent home in a taxi, complete with body chains. He had not removed the chains until she got into the office the following day. Frank came back and released us and told us to shower and prepare ourselves for the visitors who would be arriving shortly. We went to the shower together, on the way Sarah grabbed something from the top of a cabinet as we passed. It was a set of handcuffs. When we got into the shower room she snapped the cuffs on my wrists and looped them over a hook set in the roof of the shower stall, obviously for this very reason. She didn’t turn on the shower but proceeded to soap me all over with shower gel. She started from my shoulders and worked down to my breasts, where she spent a considerable amount of time massaging the gel into a lather, then down my belly to my cunt, then from behind from my shoulders and worked her way down to my backside, massaging the shower gel to a lather all down my back. When she got to my bottom she spent an extra amount of time rubbing the gel into a lather over my backside. Then she did something which startled me, she coned her fingers, and using the shower gel as lubricant gently forced her hand into me. I looked over my shoulder and watched it slide up my anal cavity until her whole hand disappeared up into my ass. I felt painfully full and my body wanted to expel the invader. I had to force myself to relax. I was afraid yet very excited. Having entered my back channel she proceeded to enter my cunt in the same way. I was now “on the prongs of a dilemma” so to speak. She grinned up at me. “Better get used to the feeling, you’re going to spend many hours now with both of these cavities filled, one way or another. I love it when I’m filled “fore and aft” as the sailor boys say. I love it even better when I have a nice hard cock or clit to suck on as well.” I grinned back, relaxing even further, enjoying this new invasion of my body. I was amazed that it was possible for me to take both her hands in my body like this. I would never have dreamed it was possible until now that I had seen it with my own eyes and watched it happen to my own body. Sarah slowly withdrew her fists from my body, stepped back and turned on the shower. She rinsed off her hands and then watched my squirming around as I rinsed off all the shower gel. I had just enough freedom to move around to allow the water to rinse off without having to ask for any more assistance. When I had finished rinsing off, Sarah released the handcuffs and helped me out of the shower. I quickly dried my self on the large fluffy bath sheet that she had given to me and then followed her from the shower room, out from the attic and into my bedroom where Frank had lade out the clothes that he wanted us to wear to greet our guests. For me he had laid out a black peep hole satin play suit over which I was to wear a see through white blouse and harem trousers. The harem trousers had no crotch either so I was naked there. I was also to wear a set of leather straps at neck, upper arms, wrists, waist, upper thighs and ankles. These straps had spring loaded D rings set into them. These would be used later I guessed as anchors for putting me quickly into bondage. He had laid out a long, leather sheath which Sarah told me was an arm binder. Sarah removed the chain set and I helped her to put on the arm binder. It required her to put her hands together behind her back. The sleeve was then strapped together around her arms and I then laced it together. She insisted that I pull each loop as tight as possible. By the time I had gotten to the very top, and tied it off, her arms were pulled sharply together and her shoulders pulled well back. At the top of the arm sheath there were two straps which went over her shoulders. These were designed to cross between her naked breasts and then they went around her back where they went through a loop in the sleeve, then back around her waist where they buckled together. There was a third strap which went from the gloved end of the sleeve which I pulled up between her legs and this buckled into the junction of the other straps at the waist. This strap was quite wide and would need to be unfastened before anyone could fuck either of her lower holes, The remaining item on the bed was a tray. This tray had two leather straps attached to two of the corners and two chains attached to the other corners. Sarah grinned and told me that she was to be the waitress for the evening. She told me that the two straps were to go around her waist and the two chains would be clipped into her nipple rings! Then whoever served the drinks would put the glasses on the tray and she would deliver them to the recipients! It was something that she often did when at the Club. Then, of course, she wouldn’t be wearing an arm sheath, she would be naked, generally her hands would be strapped together high up between her shoulder blades, leaving all her body available for the pleasure of the Club patrons. She giggled as she told me that if she spilled any drinks she would be punished. I asked her what the punishment was. She laughed and said “Depends on who was in charge, but they can be very inventive. I spent the whole of one Saturday evening hanging upside down over a rubber paddling pool in the front of a small stage near the toilets and any one who wanted too was aloud to come and stand on the stage and piss all over me. You would be surprised how many did so. Many of the masters came over but they really enjoyed sending their women slaves especially, to come and piss on me. That was the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to me and I can tell you I’ve been very careful since. I’ve learned to control my natural reactions when someone has me stand by his table and wanks me for the amusement of his guests whilst I’m carrying a full tray.” Frank called us to go down. He wanted to check us out before his guests arrived. He checked us over, running his hands over both over us. He told us that there were to be several guests not just Ted and Wendy but also Sarah’s boss Ewan who was the Master of the Roles at The Club, but also another couple who were friends of ours, Ted and Lois. Frank told me that Lois had only just been introduced to bondage, just like me, and so Frank had invited them both so that Lois could see that there were others into the scene. Frank told us that when the others arrived he would open the door, Sarah would be standing next to him with the drinks on the tray for the masters to take and I would be kneeling to greet the masters and their slaves with a genital kiss. I asked what he meant by that and he told me that I would greet our guests by sucking cock and cunt, as appropriate. The first ring came on the door bell. Sarah and I followed Frank into the entrance hall. Sarah went to stand beside the hall stand where our guests would hang their out door coats. Frank placed me in the centre of the hallway facing the front door and gently pushed me down to my knees. When he was satisfied he opened the door to greet our first guests. He paused for a moment before opening the door and looked deep into my eyes and smiled to see how aroused I was by the idea of kneeling better than naked, ready to suck cock and cunt at his instruction. He opened the door to admit Ted and Lois. Ted led Lois into the house and presented her to Frank who took her in his arms and kissed her thoroughly. She was wearing a long cloak which did not appear to have any arm holes. When he had finished kissing her, Frank removed the cloak. Her arms were tied with ropes behind her back at wrists and above her elbows, her breasts were bound tight and her nipples stood out proud. Apart from the ropes she was totally naked. Frank led the couple over to Sarah where Ted took one of the glasses from the tray which he held to Lois mouth and tipped it so that she could drink. He held it until she had drunk the complete contents of the glass. Frank then walked in front of them towards me, smiling at me all the way. When he reached me he stood behind me and beckoned Lois forward until she was standing right in front of me. I leaned forward the few inches necessary to allow me to place my mouth over the juncture of her thighs. She thrust her hips forward into my face. I took this as encouragement to be bold. I thrust my tongue into her cunt and stuck my tongue deep into her sex. My hands automatically rose to grasp her bottom to hold her in position. Her new master slapped my hands and in response my own master took hold of my wrists and pulled them behind my back and clipped the two D rings on my wrist cuffs together. So I was not to have the pleasure of holding any of the guests whilst they used my mouth. Ted gave Lois a couple of swats to her naked ass and pulled her away from me and passed her over to Frank who pushed her to her knees, released his cock from his trousers and pushed it into her face. I watched as she opened her mouth and fastened her lips around my master’s cock. Ted unzipped his trousers in imitation and grabbed hold of a handful of my hair and pulled my open mouth on to his cock. “Suck my prick, slut.” he demanded. I obliged because that was just what I wanted to do. My cheeks distended as I sucked on his fleshy rod. I was loving my new role of sex slave. Another ring came on the bell. The two masters stud back from us. I couldn’t speak for Lois, but I suddenly felt bereft. I wanted that cock back. I almost fell forward as I blindly leaned forward to find it again. (Blindly because I had closed my eyes in pleasure.) This time it was Ted and Wendy. Ted like the rest of the men, was fully dressed. He was casual, with jeans and T shirt. The T shirt, though, had a picture of a semi naked women bent over with her hands tied to her ankles with rope, her legs spread at ankles with a spreader bar. She wore rubber open crotch pants. A closer look revealed that it was a picture of Wendy!!! Fancy walking down the street with a bondage photo of his wife displayed for all the world to see!!! Wendy wore a short black cocktail dress. The dress was high necked with a heart shaped cut-out over her bosom through which her naked breasts thrust. I looked up at her and saw something that totally amazed me. Her tongue protruded between her lips was pierced and ringed. From the ring in her tongue a chain ran down to her pierced nipples. Her tongue was thrust out as far as it would go and the chain between her tongue and nipples was pulled tight so that her nipples were pulled upwards. What a unique way to gag your slave I thought. I hope Frank never does that to me. She was not bound in any other way. Frank gave her an appreciative whistle and she gave him a half bow in return. Ted shook Frank’s hand and wished him a good evening. Frank suggested he take a drink for Wendy. Ted went over to Sarah picked up one of the two remaining glasses from the tray and passed it to Wendy. She of course could not drink it so she brought it over to me and held it so that I could drink. She deliberately tipped it faster so that I was unable to drink it quickly enough so that the liquid ran down my chin and on to my body. Having emptied the glass she lifted her skirt so that I might greet her. Her genital area was shaved clean. Her clit was pierced and ringed. She stood over me, her legs wide apart and thrust herself at my face. I opened my mouth and took her ringed clit gently between my teeth and worried at it whilst I lapped at it with the tip of my tongue. She gave a big sigh of pleasure as I did so. “Your slave knows how to pleasure a woman, Frank. You could make a fortune with her, you know” she called over to him. Ted had gone over to the kneeling Lois and had presented his prick to her for her to kiss in welcome. She took him into her mouth eagerly. Our last guest arrived at his very moment and our party was now complete. When he had all had been suitably greeted by Wendy and I we moved up stairs to the new bondage room where Frank took me into the centre of the floor. I was to be the centre of attention for the evening. The rest of the group spread themselves around the room and made then selves comfortable on the various chairs and couches which were placed against the walls to await the forth coming entertainment.