Preamble
I’ve been struggling this week with if I should publish this, and if so how much and how detailed, writing in the evenings after the conference events, regardless if just to kind of sort it out and get it out of my system or if to publish it. I cut away some parts for this final version, being too private, revealing or just mushy, but left some others that may not quite fit into a raunchy sex story, but which still felt too important to me to leave out entirely. I know the story is long and probably not the best I ever wrote, but still, I hope you find at least something of interest in it.
When I woke up Saturday morning, after just 3 hours of sleep on the train, I was feeling like I was intoxicated, and that feeling stayed with me for the rest of the day, perhaps explaining some of why things evolved the way they did.
I had planned to meet an old friend of mine, Thomas (not real name), which I actually hadn’t been in touch with for a long time, but he seemed genuinely happy to hear from me again. I had time to eat breakfast and check in at my hotel before I needed to get on a train to go see him. Things worked smoothly, and he was waiting for me at the railway station when I arrived. We strolled some and had lunch, talking old memories, giving me a very warm and pleasant feeling. Thomas hadn’t changed since I last saw him, and I really enjoyed his company. I felt a bit guilty since I needed a few favors from him, but he seemed very glad to be able to help me out.
Last time we had met, he had put me in touch with a saddler, who had made my still favorite leather hood for me, a seemingly simple black hood with just the lacing, the neck strap buckle and a large mouth plug breather tube breaking its otherwise almost monolithic appearance, softly padded and with a perfect fit. This time, I was out for a new hood, and a special kind of leather strap bra. Unfortunately, the old saddler had retired, but Thomas had recommended me another one, which he guided me to. I noticed on the sign that the shop should actually be closed Saturdays, so I suspected my friend had pulled a favor for my sake, making me feel even guiltier.
The saddler was a pleasant older man, and I could see in his workshop he wasn’t new to the kind of items I was after. He seemingly routinely and very professionally took the measures he needed for my hood, and had me test a number of mouth plugs for it, one set of solid rubber ones, and one inflatable one, until we found the right size to really stuff my mouth but still not being too uncomfortable. By then I had to admit I was tingling a bit, both from more or less being mouth-fucked, and from the thoughts about the purpose spinning in my head. The hood was to be a bit monolithic, similar to my old favorite, but with a heavy metal zipper instead of the lacing, possible to lock together with its neck strap, darkened eye lenses limiting vision, nostril holes with foam plugs and built in narrow breather tubes, a built in O-ring from leather-clad metal, forcing my mouth wide open, and optionally either a solid rubber plug which could be locked in the O-ring, or an inflatable plug with a lockable valve, which would also lock in the O-ring once inflated. There would be lockable buckles for a padded blinder and a padded mouth pad, blinder and pad included.
I felt a bit embarrassed when I stripped my upper body in front of the two men for taking measures for the leather strap bra. It was to be made from softly lined leather straps, with a basic, web-like harness around my chest, shoulders and breasts, anchoring 3 pairs of straps which would wrap around the base of each breast, a few cm apart, securely anchored to the harness so they couldn’t be pulled off, and with lockable buckles. The saddler made a make-shift version of it, using clamps to hold it together while he adjusted the straps, asking how tight I wanted it possible to become, and suggesting a few changes in design to my original suggestion, to make it both more comfortable and more secure. By the time he was done, I felt my cheeks pretty warm, my nipples big and hard, and my pussy real wet, but the latter at least the two gentlemen didn’t need to know, even if I was pretty sure they had a good idea about it anyway.
The hood and “bra” wouldn’t be cheap, even if I suspected I had a quite good offer thanks to Thomas, but the saddler promised the items would be ready to pick up at latest Friday afternoon, and that he would wait for me in case I would be late from the conference ending Friday, having some other projects he could work on meanwhile.
Next stop was for Thomas to introduce me to my “escort” for the party Friday, where I planned to inaugurate the items I had ordered from the saddler. It was really supposed to be a kind of re-run of the first time I met Thomas, then the dungeon master of the club that arranged the party. He had led me around naked, tied up tight and in the then new hood as a party favor, free for anyone to touch, grope, play with and moderately spank and whip. The experience had been borderline on what I could handle, despite being extremely hot for me, and the major reason I could go through with it was I trusted Thomas fully to take care of me and not to let things go too far. However, he now had a partner that was not into the public scene, so he had to decline on performing the re-run himself, but had suggested to introduce me to a friend he trusted and was sure could take on the task.
His friend Christian (not real name) was living just outside the city, and seemed to be a somewhat younger version of Thomas, very pleasant and giving me the feeling I could trust him right away, especially since Thomas had put in a good word for him. What Thomas had “forgotten” to mention was that Christian was living together with a girl, Pia (not real name) who also greeted us as we arrived. We sat chatting, the four of us, while Thomas introduced us better, also telling a few things about me which made my cheeks warm, but which I realized Christian needed to know. After about an hour, Thomas asked me if I felt OK with his suggestion for an escort, while our hosts were away in the kitchen. I was pretty nervous about it, but I trusted his vouching for Christian, so I said I would be OK with him. Thomas then told me he needed to move on, and we said a warm good bye to him before he left.
Pia had been pretty quiet up until then, but after Thomas left, she became more active. She was in a relationship with Christian, describing herself as being bisexual and switch, preferring to submit to men but dominating women, sometimes together with her partner. She asked me if I preferred him handling me alone or if I would be OK with her joining in. I felt my cheeks become really hot from that question, and she obviously noticed it too, giggling in a mischievous way and saying she would interpret that the way she pleased, unless I very clearly told her differently.
Christian said he needed to see what I could handle and suggested we’d make a test run at home, so he didn’t risk having to deal with a full-fledged panic attack at the club the next Friday. I could see the merit of it, even if the suggestion made me both very nervous and tingling. He casually suggested I’d strip while he went to get some equipment. Actually, I didn’t really get the chance to strip, because Pia helped me out of my clothes very efficiently while he was gone, so by the time he got back, I was standing totally nude in attention, chin up, feet apart and hands behind my back, as Pia had instructed me.
Christian told Pia to get my shoes, which I had left inside the door, while he wrapped a pair of leather cuffs around my wrists and locked them behind my back, then put a rope noose around my neck, tightened it some before throwing the free end up over a large decoration in the ceiling, pulling me up by it so I was up on the balls of my feet, before tying it off. By then Pia was back, guiding my feet into the shoes she brought, a pair of black, high heel sandals, and strapping them on.
Meanwhile, Christian had continued wrapping me in leather cuffs, adding a second pair around my elbows and locking them tight behind my back, and then a wide leather collar around my neck, moving the neck rope to run through one of its D-rings once it was locked in place. He told Pia to put on the ankle cuffs while he continued with a harness ball gag, stuffing my mouth, strapping it securely in place and locking the buckles with small padlocks. I felt my freedom slipping away lock by lock, since my ankles as well were now hobbled by leather cuffs joined by a 20 cm chain.
Christian pointed to the pile of things remaining and told Pia to fix my pants. She grabbed a rope and wrapped it around my waist, leaving a long tail hanging down my rear after threading it through the lock between my wrist cuffs, and then a large dildo, which she without much ceremony pushed hard into my pussy, my wetness making it slide in with almost no resistance, before the last few centimeters when it started to stretch my vagina lengthwise. She then grabbed the rope between my legs, guided it up between my ass cheeks and labia, pulling it real tight, forcing my hands in between my ass cheeks and the dildo even deeper, making sure the rope split my inner labia and pressed hard on my clit before pulling it up and tying it off to the waist ropes front. I gasped hard behind my gag from the sensation when she yanked it a few times extra to tighten it even more before securing the knot.
I was standing trembling from the thrill and excitement, so very helpless and vulnerable, and not really knowing what would come next, so very different from the feeling when I tied myself up, always somehow in control, even when letting “Master Dice” decide how to rig the ties and additions. Despite my nudity, the large dildo deep inside me and the tight crotch rope, and despite my own thrill and excitement, this still didn’t feel very sexual to me. Christian and Pia had very efficiently made me very helpless, but they hadn’t caressed or teased me in any way sexual. Yet. That was about to change.
Christian slid up behind me, letting one hand grope one of my ass cheeks hard, the other hand sliding up my front and grabbing one of my dangling breasts. He started spanking my ass stingingly while kneading my breast pretty hard. Pia remained in front of me, grabbing the rope coming up from between my labia and yanking it rhythmically, while letting her other hand play with my free breast, groping, kneading, rubbing and pinching my nipple, twisting and pulling, lifting and shaking my heavy breast by it. The combination of my helplessness, the pleasure and pain they inflicted on my most sensitive parts, and my own mind racing from the sensations, were building me up incredibly fast, and I was about to cum within a minute, when Pia whispered “Stop!”. Both she and Christian let go of my body immediately, and the abrupt halt to my almost orgasm made me whine loud in frustration, almost desperation, behind my gag.
Pia stood grinning mischievously at me and said in a playful, low voice “A little bird whispered in my ear that someone is very fond of having her udders tied up really tight. Would you happen to know anything about that…?” I felt my entire face flushing hot and beet red, and looked down at the floor. Pia put her finger under my chin and forced my face up with surprising force. Again she asked, with a bit more edge in her soft, low voice “Would you?” I really wanted to nod my head yes, but I couldn’t bring myself to it. Pia looked me in the eyes while she told me “We can do this the hard way or the playful way, and luckily for you, I’m in a playful mood right now.”
Pia gave a nod to Christian, who was still behind me, and the onslaught picked up where it had so abruptly halted, both Pia’s and Christian’s hands groping, kneading and spanking, Pia’s hand also forcing the tight crotch rope to rub and chafe my folds and clit. Again, they had me on the brink of orgasm in no time, when Pia again expertly stopped it just seconds before the point of no return. I stood gasping and squirming, desperate for relief, and it felt like ages before Pia again asked. “Now, would you?” This time I didn’t hesitate but nodded my head eagerly. Pia’s smile widened as she confirmed “You want your udders tied really tight?” I again nodded my head, my cheeks blushing from having to beg like that. Pia gently caressed my cheeks as kissed the ball in my mouth “Now, that’s a good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I didn’t know if to nod or shake, but I don’t think Pia really expected any answer to that last question.
Christian untied the rope to my collar, but the moment of freedom was short, before he retied it to my wrist cuffs, while Pia loosened the crotch rope front, Christian forcing me to bend over in a strappado bye pulling my hands up behind, my breasts dangling, before tying the rope off. He took a second, long rope, and fastened it to the rear of my collar, the long tails hanging down on either side of my neck, before sitting down on the floor, reaching up and grabbing my left breast with both hands tight around its base, compressing it and helping gravity to stretch it down even more. Pia started winding one tail of the rope around the compressed base, making it tight by repeatedly yanking it, with each turn just outside the preceding one, tying it off around the rope from the collar when she reached the end of the rope. They then repeated the procedure on my other breast, their perfect coordination telling me this was not the first time they had collaborated in this way.
It wasn’t until Christian let my hands down from my strappado, forcing me to straighten up by re-tying the rope from the ceiling tight to the breast ropes behind my neck, splitting the load between the collar and my breasts, and Pia took home the slack on the crotch rope, again wedging my hands in between my ass cheeks, that I could fully appreciate his and Pia’s craftsmanship. The breast tie formed an almost decimeter long, very tight, both painful and arousing tube of ropes around the base of each breast, forcing them to point out and a bit upwards, with the outer part of the breast a swelling bulge, already pretty purple in color, with the skin so taut it was glistening like if it had been oiled. Pia of course couldn’t miss my stare at my breasts and smiles as she reached up to fondle the sensitive orbs “They’re lovely, aren’t they?” I nodded and moaned low from the pleasure her hands incited.
Pia continued “You’ve been a good girl, and good girls deserve rewards, you know?” I nodded a bit hesitantly, managing to meet her eyes as I felt one of her hands teasingly slide down my belly to my crotch. I more felt than heard a small “click” and then the large intruder in my pussy came to life with intense vibrations, rattling my entire abdomen, the crotch rope also leading the vibes straight to my clit. I gasped hard and throw my head back, feeling my vagina already starting to clench hard on its guest. I heard Pia’s voice through a haze of intense pleasure “But you’ve been a bad girl as well, making me ask you twice, and bad girls deserve punishment, don’t you think?” The stinging pain in my nipple and breast woke me up from my limbo of pleasure, my eyes wide open seeing the riding crop in Pia’s hand, and in the same second feeling something lashing up between my thighs from behind, landing a not very painful but still stinging blow on my labia and pubes. Pia landed a smarting precision hit on my other nipple with the riding crop, and I saw the tails of a flogger snaking around my side and arm from behind to spread its sting on the breast still tingling from the first hit of the crop.
The sensations were unbelievable and unbearable in intensity, as the pleasure from the buzzing dildo, the rather soft torment from the flogger and the sharp sting from the riding crop competed in sending waves of pain, pleasure and both through my body. I would have cummed over and over, hadn’t it been for Pia expertly landing painful precision hits on my clit, not even the crotch rope and swollen labia enough to shield it, shattering my pleasure and build-up just before I reached the edge, again and again. I don’t know for how long it went on, but I became aware of that it had stopped when I heard Pia’s voice in my ear “I think that’s enough punishment for now, bad little girl” and felt her hand between my legs as the dildo became still.
It took a while before I realized what it meant, my body so close to but being denied satisfaction for so long, in desperate need for it, suddenly bereft of it. I whined loud behind the gag, my hips involuntary starting to move, trying to rub my pussy on the crotch rope, despite the pain from the swollen and almost raw tissue, but I was cut short in just a second as Pia landed another painful, precision hard hit with the riding crop over my clit, hissing in my ear with a frightening intensity “Stop that! Don’t you dare even try. You don’t take, just receive, unless you want me to whip your clit so raw you couldn’t even cum but just whine from pain even with a vibe pressed directly onto it.” I forced my body still and stood trembling, both from exhaustion, the intense sensations slowly fading and from the shock of the seemingly playful Pia turning so abruptly. I had no doubt whatsoever that she would happily make good on her threat, even with a wide smile across her face, so I remained as motionless as I could, just breathing heavily.
Pia turned to Christian and asked if it was OK for her to call the dinner guests. Christian looked at me, and as the meaning of the words sank in, my cheeks became hot again. Christian read me right, grinned and said that was OK, because the more, the merrier. As Pia left the room, Christian turned to the pile of things he had fetched before and brought out two severe clamps, what looked like a couple of old weights and some cord. He sat down in front of me, attached one smarting clamp to each outer labia, knotted cords to the knob of each weigh, pulled it up and through some anchor point on each clamp, and then tightened it, forcing me to crouch despite the collar and breast tie stretching harder and harder against their tie to the ceiling decoration. Christian seemed satisfied when the collar only permitted me short shallow breaths, enough to keep me conscious, but making me feel a bit light-headed. He then rose, stood behind me and let his hands start playing with my breasts, fondling, massaging, scratching and slapping the swollen and very sensitive orbs.
Christian soon had me so aroused I needed to breathe a lot faster than the collar permitted. Desperately I tried to straighten to ease the choking grip some, feeling how my labia stretched more and more, increasingly painful, becoming unbearable as I felt the weights leave the floor and I could make a few desperate gasps from arousal and pleasure, before I needed to relieve the pain in my labia, again lowering myself and feeling air supply reduced to less than what I desperately needed as Christian kept playing and arousing me. He kept going, making me alternate between choking myself and torturing my labia. Fuck, fuck, fuck he made me so hot, I arched my back trying to offer and push my throbbing and aching breasts harder into his hands, wanting more, needing more, and he rewarded me with harder squeezing and slapping, sending waves of pleasure and pain rolling through my breasts and body, making my vagina clench hard on its oversized stuffing as a throbbing, burning hot spot started growing in my lower nelly, almost but not quite becoming able to disregard the brutal clamps and weights almost tearing my labia off, just to be able to pant and gasp from the pleasure, pain, lust and suffering.
I didn’t even notice Pia was back until a searing ball of pain exploded in my labia and clit as she landed a hard blow with her riding crop straight on the sensitive area. “I think she’s having too much fun, unless you want her to?” Pia remarked to Christian. Christian stopped his ministrations, his hands remaining resting on my hurting breasts though. “No, not yet at least. Some waiting and frustration will do her good.” Fuck him! Fuck her! Fuck them both! I wanted to scream through the gag, but I feared what especially Pia would make of it if I managed to make it intelligible, so I just bit down hard on the gag, trying to calm myself not to have to tear my labia off to be able to breathe enough. Pia had obviously noticed the arrangement, plucking one tense cord between clamp and weight like the string of a harp, sending another wave of pain through my labia and pussy “Lovely breath control. I hope she appreciates it?” I couldn’t see it, but I could hear Christian’s grin in his voice “Yes, like you said, perhaps a bit too much…”
Christian took a black leather hood, execution style, from the pile he had brought, and pulled it over my head. There were no nostril holes, but I could feel air seeping through the narrow gap between hood and neck as I tried to keep breathing calmly. The hood dampened sound quite a bit, but I thought I heard Christian and Pia moving around and talking some, I would guess preparing for the other guests. After a while, the ingenuity of Christian’s arrangement became even more clear to me, as my leg muscles started giving up from the crouched position I tried to maintain, forcing me to stretch every now and then, despite the unbearable pain it caused in my over-stretched labia. I was pretty sure I heard Pia giggle and comment something about “appreciate” while I was struggling and torturing myself.
I don’t know how long time had passed when I heard what sounded like a doorbell from a distance. I heard voices, different from Christian’s and Pia’s, approaching, and as they came close enough, I could make out some of what they said. I could actually feel myself blush under the hood as a female voice enthusiastically exclaimed “She’s lovely! Oh please, may I…?” I almost jumped a little when I felt eager hands exploring my body, caressing and squeezing, someone obviously very fascinated by my breasts, making me moan loud behind my gag as they kissed, licked and sucked almost painfully hard on the swollen flesh and my soon rock hard nipples, just barely protruding because of the very taut skin.
The ministrations soon hade me attempting to breathe heavily again, forcing me to torture my labia to get enough air, something that didn’t go unnoticed but got some appreciating comments about the clever arrangement. Someone gave me a few swats on my ass with what I think was the riding crop, although nowhere near as hard and precise as the ones I had received from Pia. Someone else explored my by now very wet pussy, finding the switch on its large intruder and turning the vibes on. This time, not even Pia could stop me, but I cummed violently within seconds, and kept cumming in wave after wave. I felt my leg muscles giving up entirely and my weight on the collar cutting my breathing entirely, slipping away from consciousness until I felt the load ease on my neck and seemingly transfer to my breasts instead. I felt a fist against the nape of my neck, probably pulling down on the tie to my collar but thereby putting almost my entire weight on my tightly tied breasts instead.
Someone turned off the vibes and I heard Christian saying I probably did better without any more forced orgasms at the moment. Slowly, I landed again, regaining the precarious balance between choking myself and torturing my labia. People were still close and I felt hands continuing to examine and play with my body, mainly pleasurable and teasing, but adding a bit of pain every now and then as well. I heard Pia’s voice stating “Dinner is ready now. Come and grab it while it’s hot.” I wasn’t prepared for the hard clamps on my labia suddenly being removed, the pain so intense it brought tears to my eyes, but then a soothing hand cupping my vulva and gently massaging the pain away. Someone released the rope from the ceiling to my collar and breast tie, and instead made a leash to the breast ties, forcing my swollen and hurting breasts together, before the pull forced me to start hobbling after whoever was leading.
I made it to what I guess was the dining area without falling, but once there, strong hands laid me down on my belly, or rather on my huge, aching and throbbing breasts, pain shooting through them and my body as my weight pressed down on them. Someone tied my feet together with crossed ankles, forcing my thighs apart and making it all but impossible to roll over from lying on my hurting breasts. A final rope was pulled from the ankles to the waist ropes, folding me into a tight hogtie. The hood was yanked off my head, making me blink a few seconds to the blinding light, before it was replaced by a padded blindfold covering my eyes and making me blind again. The large ball in my mouth was somehow detached from the harness and pried out, almost instantly replaced by a large ring forcing my jaws at least as wide open as the ball had.
The final touch was something put under my chin, I could feel warm and wet, and a smell like meat sauce strong in my nose. I heard Christian’s voice “Dinner’s served, Ma’am, and you won’t be excused until you’ve finished it.” followed by amused chuckles and giggles from the other dinner guests. I managed to taste the thing by more or less burying my face in it, on the way making out that the dinner plate probably was a regular dog bowl, and it was meat sauce, with some kind of pasta, quite tasty actually. But eating with my mouth forced wide open and with no use of my hands was not easy. Especially swallowing was almost impossible, but after a while, when I felt the warm goo all over my face and running down my chin and neck, I finally found a way that worked somewhat. I was still struggling with it when I heard from the conversation, from what I suspected was the other guests comfortably seated around a table and enjoying the meal from real plates with forks and knives or spoons, that the others were finished.
Before I was done, the food was cold and I was exhausted, also having heard countless jokes about slow eaters and comments about my style and technique, or lack thereof. Despite the humiliation, I could see some fun in it as well, and when I finally was done, I managed to announce it and my gratitude by a couple of bark-like sounds through the ring gag. It seemed much appreciated and I think everybody laughed heartily. I heard Pia’s giggling voice close as someone, I suspect she, wiped my face and neck with a damp rag “That, my dear little puppy Ma’am, saves you from licking up the mess you made on the floor.”
Another voice, I believe the same woman who had called me lovely when she arrived, asked “Is she always as good and eager with her tongue as with that meat sauce? In that case, I think she deserves some desert.” I could feel Pia freezing for a moment, than leant down closer to me as she continued wiping me, whispering in a low voice “One of the other girls wants you to lick her pussy. That’s your call, no pressure and no punishment if you say no now. Just shake your head if you don’t want to, but be prepared for more if you agree.” I hesitated for a second, pondering on the “more”, but then nodded slightly. I could hear the smile in Pia’s voice as she responded “You’re such a lovely sport, but if you don’t watch it, I’ll ask Christian to keep you!”
I felt and heard Pia get on her feet and replying to the woman “She’s good and eager, but give me just a moment more to clean up.” I heard Pia take a few steps, water running, and then she was back, her hand in my hair pulling me up painfully, before shoving the soaking wet rag into my mouth, pushing it around as I gasped and gurgled from the unexpected intrusion and humiliation, then making me grunt as she released my hair, plumping me down hard on my hurting breasts. Again, she took a few steps away, let the water run, returned and pulled me up by my hair, this time wiping my breasts and the floor under them from the mess I had made with the meat sauce, dragged me a short bit by the hair, making me squeal, and dropped me again. “There, she’s ready for you, and you can have a comfortable seat against the wall.” The other woman replied, with a giggle and a voice revealing her anticipation “Thank you, miss! I’ll enjoy this desert.”
I heard the woman sit down just in front of me, felt her scent, very different from Pia’s, and the inside of her thighs brushing my cheeks as she adjusted her position. I felt her hand firmly in my hair, guiding my head down until I felt her smooth nether lips against my wide-open ones. While she rubbed her pussy against my face, she said in a cheerful voice “Desert is served, go ahead and taste it!” Then she spoke again “Oh Pia, I think she really deserves a treat, and also I like her real hot, so would it be OK to turn on the dildo in her pussy?” I didn’t hear any reply but felt a hand between my thighs, digging in between my labia and then the dildo came alive, buzzing away in my wet vagina.
I gasped and soon moaned more or less continuously from the intense pleasure, while my “desert” guided me firmly, both with her hand in my hair and with her voice. “Don’t lap it! Pointed tip and flick it from side to side! There, yessss, mmmmmmm… Circle it now! Nnnngggg… Keep it pointed! Yeeessss… Closer circle! Mmmmmmmm… Faster, oh yes, faster! Ooooooo… Keep it pointed, damn you, harder! Nnnnnhhhh… Now, lick down to my hole! Sooooo… And up to my clit again! Oooh fuuuuck… Push harder! Yes, yes, yeeesss… Down now! Nnnnnggg… Shove it deep! Ooooo… Keep it hard and pointed! Fuuuck… Ram it harder and deeper! Yeeesss, yes, yeeeesssss… Nudge my clit with your nose! Hoooly shiiiiit… Harder, fuck you, harder, from side to side! Ooooowowowowww… Keep working that tongue! Yes yes yes fuck fuck fuck! Faster, deeper, harder, and keep nudging! Oh fuck fuck fuck YEEEAAAHHH YES YES YES OOOOOOOO…
I don’t know which one of us cummed first or the most times, and I didn’t care. By the time she was satisfied and someone gratefully turned off the dildo in my pussy, I was exhausted, my tongue was aching almost as bad as my breasts, and I felt a big wet spot on the floor under my belly. My “desert” obviously needed some time to recover as well, because she remained seated in front of me, her hand still in my hair, but in a gentle grip now, my cheek resting on her inner thigh. She gently caressed my other cheeks as she commented in a hoarse voice “You’re so damn much better than any vibe I ever owned! Thank you, toy! You’re so lovely!” As my first “desert” somewhat wobbly got to her feet again, almost stumbling over me, I heard Pia’s cheerful voice “I’m sure she can manage another desert, and you have been looking very tempted throughout, Lene” (not real name).
Another female voice, hesitantly “I don’t think…” interrupted by a more decided male voice “Lene will have desert as well. Undress, Lene!” I heard some shuffling and then again the male voice “I think the toy deserves a bit kindness as well, with the show she put on, so would it be OK to have her on her back so Lene can soothe those tormented breasts of her some? Christian? Pia?” Christian’s voice replied “Sure, I think you’re right. Can you give me a hand flipping her over?” I felt strong hands lifting me off the floor, a wave of pain through my battered breasts making me gasp as they suddenly were free from pressing hard into the floor for so long. Being lowered onto my tied back arms wasn’t comfortable, but at least it was a relief compared to lying on my breasts.
I felt gentle hands caressing my swollen breasts, and even despite the throbbing ache in them, the touch was soothing, soon making me relax and enjoy, feeling soft kisses on my areola, sucking gently, and a wet tongue playing with my stiffening nipples. Again, I heard the male voice “Straddle her face so she can get to work, Lene!”. The woman moved herself, letting me feel the soft insides of her thighs against my cheeks, and yet another very different scent, as she lowered her pussy to my mouth. Her hands remained on my breasts, caressing and fondling, teasing my wet nipples with her fingertips and sending waves of soothing pleasure through my throbbing, aching breasts and the rest of my body. I reached up with my tongue, found her little nub and softly flicked it with the tip of the tongue, feeling her stiffening some from discomfort, but again relaxing when I relaxed my tongue and slowly lapped over her clit and between her folds.
Lene was so very different from the woman before, and I think we both read each other so well, without a word or sound, just listening to the responses of the other person’s body and adapting to it. I was grateful for the vibrator being off, since its intensity would have drowned Lene’s subtleness. But as was now, she built me slowly and softly, and I could feel her heat building as well as I let my tongue and lips play her, easing off whenever her body signaled it was too much, but pushing on as long as her responses were OK. Soon she was lying draped over me, like a soft, warm, heavy, comforting blanket, slowly moving so her belly softly rubbed my breasts and her own breasts brushed my belly, her tongue and lips playing along the tight rope still bisecting my pussy, and over my wet and swollen folds. I realized the room was silent, the conversation having died out, no comments about our play, and wanted to believe the spectators experienced some of the magic Lene and I felt.
Lene went first, her soft moans as her body tensed and bucked on mine almost deafening in the quiet surrounding us. I wanted to keep playing her, but I felt she had enough and relaxed my tense neck, dropping my head to the floor. After a little while she resumed her play, more intent now, building me faster, but still so very pleasurable. I can’t say if it was a minute or an hour more, but my orgasm seemed far more intense than hers as it kept building even when it had started shaking my body, her hands and mouth softly adding to its intensity even after I thought I had reached my peak, my original low, throaty moans growing to high-pitched screams as my body bucked harder and harder. She stopped just short of me losing my mind, her fingers and tongue becoming still and just resting softly on my skin and folds. The room was still very quiet, and I wondered if the others had left us alone, not to disturb the magic. But as Lene finally slid off my body and curled up next to me, softly whispering a “Thank you!” in my ear before kissing my cheek softly, I heard people breathing and moving again.
I managed to roll over on my side, the one position I could find that neither crushed my hurting breasts nor my aching arms under my own weight, and just lay there breathing while my body and soul landed again. My rest wasn’t very long though. I was released from the hogtie and lifted up on my feet, still cuffed and hobbled, the leash again attached to my tied breasts, and then I was led away. When I reached my destination, I guess where I had been tied up first, the crotch rope was loosened, making me whimper as it was pulled from its sore and chafed groove through my sex, and then my arms were hoisted behind my back, forcing me to bend over in a strappado.
I heard the rustle of clothes, but there was no talk. Gentle hands, I suspected Lene’s, were playing with my sex, caressing and rubbing, building my arousal and soon having me moaning. More demanding hands were playing with my hanging breasts, fondling, kneading and slapping them, not so hard but enough to make me gasp from the sting, while an eager mouth was sucking and licking my nipples and areola. Despite my swollen, throbbing, aching breasts, tied up so hard for so long, were so sensitive that even the kneading hurt quite a bit, I was so hot I welcomed it, even craved it.
I felt someone stepping up behind me, strong hands on my hips, pulling me backwards, and then something pushing my tight anal sphincter, steadily increasing the pressure until it started to yield, and I heard a male grunting as what must be a well lubricated, hard cock slid deep into my ass, feeling very tight from the large dildo still stretching my pussy. He held still for a while, before starting to fuck me slow and deep, the sensation being all pleasure in my very aroused state.
I felt someone else in front of me, a demanding hand in my hair yanking my face up and then a cock ramming deep into my mouth, still forced wide open by the ring gag, all the way back to my throat. I coughed and felt a short spasm in my pharynx, before I regained control, relaxing and opening my throat to accept the cock. I noticed the taste and feel of rubber on the cock, grateful but not really surprised from the safety measure, feeling pretty sure that the cock in my ass was safe the same way.
The total onslaught of cocks in my ass and mouth, and the hands and mouth driving me crazy from playing with my pussy and breasts, brought me very high very fast, and I tried to hump back, wanting the cocks deeper, harder, faster. My first orgasm came within minutes, making me scream from pleasure around the cock filling my mouth, turning into a gurgle with every thrust down my throat. There were more orgasms, many more, or perhaps just one, very long, especially after the gentle hands playing with my pussy were joined by a very skilled tongue lapping my sore and sensitive clit and folds, and soft lips nibbling and soothing.
I don’t know if I passed out, but there were parts of the action missing in my memory, like how I went from the strappado to a pile on the floor, held and comforted by no doubt Lene, totally spent and still shivering from small ripples of pleasure rolling through my body. I was still tied up, and felt very content with it, despite my breasts hurting really bad by now, and my arms and shoulder aching from the long strain. In the darkness of the blindfold, I had no idea what time it was, but it seemed people were getting ready to leave, and I got the feeling it was very late.
I was pulled to my feet, again leashed by my breasts and led away, this time obviously to the front door. People were dressing and saying good byes, and I got compliments on my qualities as a toy, stinging swats on my ass and groping of my breasts, wet hard kisses on my nipples making me gasp, and soft kisses on my lips above and below the ring gag from Lene, along with a soft, playful brush of her fingertips on my labia and folds. After the door had closed, Pia removed the blindfold and head harness with the ring gag, leaving me standing blinking in the blinding light. She grabbed the leash on my breasts and led me back to the room where Christian and she had first tied me up, tossed the leash over the ceiling decoration and pulled me up by my hurting breasts until I was balancing on the balls of my feet, not even my high heels making contact with the floor. I was wasted and mentally prepared for this being the end of the evening, but Pia very obviously had other plans in mind.
Pia stood in front of me, her hands on my breasts, her fingertips rubbing across my nipples and her nails scratching them lightly, sending small jolts of painful pleasure through my breasts, and slowly waking my body up again. She smiled to me and said “You have been a very good girl all night, and everybody was very pleased with and impressed by you, including me. You were so hot, I would have loved joining in, but I needed to act hostess. However, I won’t go to bed frustrated, so I will have my fun with you now, even if I need to stand you under a cold shower to keep you awake for it. However, being such a good girl, you do deserve a reward, so I’ll give you the chance to inspire me by telling me what you want or need. No holds barred, regardless of how silly, hard or humiliating it may seem. If I like it, you might get it, but with any twists I feel like adding myself. I suspect you might need a little incentive to tell such private and embarrassing things though, so…” She reached down and started the large dildo still deeply buried in my pussy, the intense vibes soon having me squirming and climbing.
I felt my face flushing, naughty ideas and fantasies spinning through my head. I wanted to tell her, but she was right, it felt too embarrassing, and my mind locked up so I couldn’t even find a beginning to start telling. 15 minutes or so later, when she had expertly halted two orgasms by swatting my sore and sensitive clit hard enough for me to scream, and a third attempt to orgasm was halted by her simply and brutally yanking the buzzing dildo out of my pussy, I was ready to talk though. Blushing beet red, I whispered to her some fantasies and things that had passed through my head during the evening. When I fell silent again, looking down at the floor blushing, she put her hand under my chin and forced my face up, looking into my eyes with a wide grin “Interesting. We’ll see what might be…” She turned towards the door and called out “Christian, could you please help me some?”
Christian came, and soon the two of them had unlocked the hobble and spread my legs wide by ropes from the ankle cuffs to anchor points in the opposite walls, so wide I was almost hanging by my breasts with just a minor part of my weight supported by the tips of my toes reaching the floor. Christian forced a large rubber plug on a panel gag into my mouth and buckled it tightly and securely behind my neck. “I suspect you’ll make some noise from this, and we don’t want the neighbors complaining at this time of night.” he told me as he walked around to front of me. Pia looked at me with a grin as she bounced up and down a few times. “Perhaps I should have told you before, but when I was younger I was pretty good at Thai boxing. So, be careful with what you wish for…” Pia moved close real fast, driving a jab into each of my tied, stretched and swollen breasts, making them explode in pain and me scream into the gag, most of it muffled by the big plug and the heavy padding though, before driving a knee into my crotch and rotating for a wheel kick to my mid-section, leaving me hanging by my breasts and gasping for air.
Christian waited until I had recovered some, then stepped closer to me “Sorry, no martial arts merits here, but I grew up in a rather tough neighborhood and did well on the streets anyway”. I could see he was holding back, and the rapid series of punches he delivered to my breasts, right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left, was painful, but also arousing in some strange way, and my muffled scream was cut short as he delivered a final combination to my mid-section driving the wind out of me. As he backed away, Pia was ready again, this time starting with a series of rapid kicks to my crotch, painful but not as bad as the punches to my breasts, but I had barely time to register that before she closed in and finished with 4 uppercuts to my breasts, making them bounce all over the place and me screaming half choked with what little air I had left. It went on, 3 more rounds from each, using my body as a punching bag and focusing on my breasts and pussy, but when Christian did his last round, he really surprised me. His jabs to my breasts were even more restrained than before, but in much faster succession, still hurting bad, but the arousal took over, and he made me cum, forced me to cum just from the punches and the oddly erotic, dull pain from them, leaving me again hanging from my breasts, panting and gasping.
I was still trying to pull myself together when Pia stepped up to me, put a finger under my chin and lifted my face to hers, in the by now familiar way. She looked smiling at me “There there, miss human punching bag. I hope we didn’t go much too soft on you?” I felt the throbbing pain in both my breasts and in my pussy, and slowly shook my head “no”. “So, you’re a happy sex toy and punching bag then?” I felt my cheeks becoming hot as I nodded. “You are a real good girl, you know. And damn cute when you blush like that!” Pia kissed the tip of my nose and giggled as she stepped away.
Christian stepped up from behind, shoving a large plug into my sore but very wet pussy, churning it around for a few seconds before pulling it out again, and then pushing it slowly but relentlessly into my ass, having me squeal into the gag as it stretched my sphincter hard with a burning pain, before it finally settled deep into my rectum. He shoved another plug into my pussy, feeling like the one I had before, obviously intended as a permanent resident, winding a rope tight around my waist and with a crotch strand cutting deep between my labia and ass cheeks, securing the two plugs deep inside me. He untied the ropes to my ankle cuffs and breast ties, making me able to again stand with both feet firmly on the floor and without having my hurting breasts slowly ripped from my chest.
Pia meanwhile freed my neck from the collar, having some problems with the ropes to my breast ties entangled in it, but eventually could replace the leather collar with a brutal-looking noose from thick rope with a hangman’s knot. She threw the free end of the rope over the ceiling decoration, pulled on it and together with Christian supported me as they urged me up on a stool Christian had placed under the ceiling decoration. While Christian stretched me up by the noose and tied the rope off, Pia locked my ankle cuffs together tight, leaving me standing wobbling precariously on the narrow stool seat. She grinned up at me as she said “You better keep your balance, sweetie!”, flipping the switch to the dildo, the intense vibration catching me off-guard and adding to my wobble, then kicking some at the stool legs, making it wobble too and move a few centimeters, having me squealing in panic behind my gag before I regained balance again.
They stepped over to the sofa and sat down, each reaching for a drink and watching me. “She is really cute like that.” Christian said. “Definitely! I wonder if she’ll keep her balance through her first orgasm” Pia replied. “Well, if she doesn’t, I guess that will be very close to a happy ending at least.” Christian said with a grin and Pia laughed. Christian was right, the intense vibes were a serious distraction, and I doubted I would be able to keep my balance if I cummed. Trying to fight the growing arousal only seemed to make it grow faster though, and having the view of Christian and Pia indulging in some serious and intimate snuggling on the sofa didn’t help one bit.
When I realized I had passed the point of no return, I desperately tried to brace, but as the orgasm hit hard, I shook violently, and so did the stool. Almost like in slow motion, I felt the stool slowly tipping under my feet, and suddenly I was hanging free, the noose around my neck tightening abruptly and cutting my air supply in a second. I fought frantically, kicking with my tied feet and trying to reach up to the noose with my fingers, since my hands were not wedged between my ass cheeks this time, but it was a lost battle. While I was hanging, desperately struggling and squirming, a second orgasm hit, even more intense than the first, and stacking itself onto the still ongoing first orgasm.
Next thing I knew, I was lying on the floor, still tied up, the dildo still buzzing madly in my pussy, and the noose still tight around my neck, but no longer strangling me. Christian and Pia was sitting on either side of me, Pia slapping my cheeks a few times more, before grinning down at me and saying “You really do need to be more careful with what you wish for, you know. You could easily have killed yourself there.” I could hardly believe it as she and Christian continued their intimate snuggling from the sofa over my helpless body, while the buzzing dildo soon forced me to yet another orgasm. Then Christian turned it off, and commented casually “Oh and by the way, you peed yourself and on the floor, so we better mop that up, right?” I blushed when I realized he was right, and even more when he took a firm hold in my hair, starting to sweep the rest of it across the floor, the smell of urine strong in my nose as my hair was soaked by it.
When done with the mopping up, Christian freed my elbows and hands, re-locking my wrists high up my back, kept in place by ropes over my shoulders to my tied breasts. He replaced the panel gag with a ring gag on a simple strap, keeping my mouth forced wide open. Meanwhile, Pia had freed me from the shoes and ankle cuffs, tied my calves to my thighs in a tight frogtie, and was tying my feet together with package cord, sole to sole, with opposite toes and the blades of my feet tightly joined. She then forced me into a tight bundle by tying cords from my big toes to my breast tie, pulling it real tight before knotting it. A hard shove to my swollen breasts and I was on my back, my pussy wide-open and vulnerable thanks to the tight tie of my legs.
Christian and Pia swapped places then, Pia straddling my head and pushing her pussy down on my wide open mouth, covering it and making breathing difficult, while the tip of my nose was poking into her ass. She more or less hissed at me “Now, you’ve kept me hot almost all evening, miss perfect sex toy, so unless you want to know what one very frustrated woman can do to you, you better be a very, very good girl with your tongue now! Get going!” I thrust my tongue out, found her clit and started working it like crazy. Judging from the loud moan she responded with, it seemed I wasn’t doing it all wrong at least.
Meanwhile, Christian was busy with my nether parts, yanking the large dildo out of my pussy, substituting it with his hard cock, and starting to fuck me hard. I tried to hump back at him, wanting to please him as much as I wanted to please Pia, but he held my thighs hard, deciding angle, tempo and depth himself. The angle made the flange of his glans rub hard over my G-spot with every thrust, arousing me almost as efficiently as the vibes from the dildo had before.
Pia was rubbing her pussy hard all over my face, forcing my tongue to lick whatever part of it I could reach, but despite her clit didn’t get as much attention as I wanted to give it, she seemed happy with it. She was using my already tormented breasts as support, kneading them like a kitten out for milk, digging her fingertips and nails painfully into them, groping hard. Suddenly she stopped and hissed “Wait! You’re fucking my man you bitch! That’s not a good girl, that’s a very bad girl, deserving a real hard punishment.” The thing with Pia was, I never felt I knew with her. She might have been just acting, but I wasn’t sure, and even if she was acting, I was very sure she would make good on any threats and intentions just like if it was for real.
I froze, not knowing if I would make things worse continuing to try and lick her or if I stopped licking her. She solved that dilemma for me, by lifting her pussy off my face and hissing “I think these will be real good for you, bitch!” I felt something painful on my breasts and looked down through the opening her lifting her pussy provided, seeing her scratching a long, sharp needle across the taut skin of my breasts, not the surgical kind, but some kind of hat pin or similar, maybe 10 cm long and 1 mm in diameter, with a 1 cm pearl in one end. I just barely saw some kind of etui with what looked like several more similar needles in her other hand, before she again plumped her pussy down over my face again, obscuring my view.
I started licking again, hoping it was the least bad choice, while I felt the pain from the needle grow, probably when Pia pushed it hard against my taut skin, and felt a small pop and intense pain when the needle probably pierced the skin, followed by a feeling similar to a dentist drill, imagining it must be the long needle slowly skewering my flesh, deeper and deeper, and then a sharp but more general pain when it felt like she churned the needle around in the sore and sensitive tissue. I tried to focus on pleasing Pia, but the pain from the needles, as she added one after another, the pleasure from Christian cock fucking my pussy hard and deep, the fear of what more Pia could have in mind, it all distracted me and made me cum, unable to focus on what my tongue was doing. I tried to get back to licking as soon as I possibly could, but it felt like the breaks became much too long for Pia’s satisfaction.
It seemed Pia had saved the worst for last, since when my breasts already were full of the long needles, I felt the pain at the tip of my nipple, more intense than any of the previous needles, feeling like she was pushing the full length of the needle straight into my nipple, with far more resistance from the tissue than before. The pain was enough to force tears to flow from my eyes, and then her doing the other nipple was just as painful as the first. Just when I thought the worst was done, after she had stopped churning the needles, it became worse, much worse. I very clearly felt a metallic click on each nipple needle, and then a small beeping sound, before my nipples exploded in pain, feeling like I imagined it would be if someone was drilling red-hot screws straight into them. I screamed straight into Pia’s pussy, arched and thrashed madly, but pinned down so well I felt I hardly managed to move at all.
The pain faded, and Pia’s voice sounded harsh, but also like she tried to hide a giggle. “Oh come off it, you sissy! A little electricity never hurt anyone. It’s just a TENS, but if you don’t stop the fuzz, I might plug you into the 240 volt outlet, to at least give you something to whine about!” Knowing what it was and that it at least wasn’t lethal, made it somewhat easier for me to handle the pain when the next surge hit my nipples. That and Pia going slightly over the top in her response, revealing it was still play, or at least I managed to make myself almost believe that was the case. I don’t know if I was getting hardened or if Pia was reducing the voltage, but the next few surges seemed successively easier for me to handle. It still hurt like crazy, but in a far less agonizing way, and even when she resumed kneading my breasts, stirring the needles and making them churn painfully in my flesh, I could find some excitement in the harsh “revenge torture”.
I had managed to lick Pia to a number of orgasms already, but she remained on my face and tongue for more, and I could feel and hear Christian was also getting close, his movements faster and more intense than before, and the combination of the pleasure from my pussy and the intense but still exciting torture of my breasts had pushed me pretty close to the edge as well.
I cummed first, and while I spasmed hard, I felt my mouth filling with warm liquid, making me cough and sputter, and more warm liquid showering my face. In the hazes of orgasm, it took a few seconds to realize Pia was peeing all over my face, not just squirting, but really emptying herself. The realization and humiliation of it, combined with Christian cumming hard in my pussy and Pia once more as well, also made me cum again, before the first orgasm had even started to fade. I shook, screamed, swallowed, gurgled, coughed and sputtered like crazy, my body arching and thrashing, or at least trying to.
They just left me there, still tied and shivering on the floor, while they were standing snuggling just next to me, and I was perfectly fine with it. The needles were still in my breasts, the ones in my nipple still buzzing me painfully again and again, and I was perfectly fine with that too. The smell and taste of urine was in my nose and my mouth and all over my face and hair, and I was even perfectly fine with that as well. I just lie there helpless, humiliated, hurting, breathing and being, and everything was great.
I almost felt disappointed when Christian finally let go of Pia and bent down to turn off the TENS and torture in my nipples. Together, they pulled all the long needles out of my breasts, untied all of me, obviously not very keen on getting in too close contact with my urine-soaked body though. Pia disappeared for a moment and returned with a big towel. “You made the mess, miss good girl, so you clean it up! Wipe the toys, the floor and then yourself, before we take a shower.” I was really in no shape to do anything, but I did as well as I could, and I think I managed rather well, especially considering my condition.
When we got to the bathroom, Pia poured a glass of mouthwash and handed it to me. “If you please…”, not so near a question as an order. I knew my breath probably wasn’t all roses, so I again acted the good girl, rinsing carefully before spitting it out. Pia then pointed to the shower. “Shower! You first.” I really felt a bit like pariah, but I felt the smell of stale urine from myself, so I couldn’t blame them, but stepped in and turned on the shower. I was a bit surprised when Christian and Pia followed right after me, and Pia took the shower from me, rinsing me from the head down, while Christian worked up a lather with the soap and a sponge. It was heaven standing there in the warm shower, Pia rubbing down my hair with some pleasantly aromatic shampoo, and Christian massaging my body with the rich lather, a bit gentle on the obvious sore spots. Pia then showered and washed her hair quickly while Christian kept massaging, making me feel wonderfully relaxed and almost able to fall asleep standing. Pia then rinsed me while Christian washed and took a quick shower himself. The luxury continued as Christian wrapped me in a big, thick, soft terry towel and they both gently patted me dry, before drying themselves.
Pia stepped up to me and gave me a big, warm hug, while Christian embraced us both. I felt a bit like the better part of a sandwich, feeling their naked bodies against my own. Pia smiled to me and said “Sorry, I wanted to do this for a long time, but you were really reeking…” Christian chuckled and said “Pia has a bit of a problem with some bodily fluids, you see. That was why I needed to comfort and support her a bit before, not intended to shut you out, even if I can understand if it seemed like that.”
I felt relieved inside, having wondered a bit about the way things had played out, wondering what I had done wrong, but now I understood better. “It’s OK, and I’m really so very sorry I put you in that situation. If I had known, I would have kept some things to myself.” Pia shook her head. “No! You were so wonderful tonight, I really wanted to reward you for it, and when I said no holds barred, I really meant it, even if it may not have been all comfortable to me. And it was not just me you charmed, but Christian and all the guests as well.” Christian nodded and filled in “You know that quiet girl…” I asked “You mean Lene?” Christian nodded and continued “See, you even picked up her name, being so damn attentive and adapting to everyone. She is usually quite uncomfortable with others playing with her, especially girls, even if she knows them well. And along comes you, the total stranger, and she lets you play her like a fiddle, just like that, giving her the first public orgasm ever I think, and it was the first time I saw her show someone but her partner genuine affection or leave a party like this with a genuine smile on her face. You really are very special.” Pia nodded and filled in “And Christian is not the kind of guy who fucks just anybody, not even when we play on three, but I never think I had it so easy to convince him to dip his cock into someone else.” Pia giggled and Christian actually blushed, muttering “And with the risk of Pia killing me in my sleep, I don’t regret it and understand Lene’s reaction to you a lot better now. You’re so attentive, adaptive and seems to genuinely care about everyone around you, even when you’re tied up and sensory deprived like tonight.”
Somewhere along the road of praise, it suddenly got too much for me, and I felt my eyes filling with tears, not even knowing why, perhaps just me being so very tired, sleep deprived and exhausted. I whispered “Sorry, I’m OK it’s just that… Oh I just don’t know. Sorry!” Pia and Christian both embracing and trying to comfort me at the same time made things even worse, and I started to sob and shake, big tears rolling down my cheeks. Pia whispered softly “It’s OK, it’s OK, you had a long and very intense day, and I think we all need a good night’s sleep now, at least I do.”
Thomas kept me company outside the bathroom while Pia did her things before bed. He looked at me and said in a low voice. “Pia may be right, but there’s more to it, even if this may not be the best time to act amateur psychologist. I know you’re single, and a wonderful woman like you being single for quite some time usually means someone you trusted a lot hurt you a lot, and you try to keep a distance now, not to be hurt again. But what happened tonight cracked your walls of solitude some, and that scares you a lot.” Christian fell silent, and I cursed him in my mind. Was I really that obvious? I had tried to deny it even to myself, blaming my job and other circumstances, but I knew he was much too right in his “amateur psychology”.
Christian said no more before Pia came out, handing me a fresh toothbrush. “Your turn, and in case you want to, but it’s no hint.” I was relieved to be alone in the bathroom, trying to get myself under control, even grateful for the distraction that my peeing burned and caused quite some pain in my chafed and sore pussy, and I took a lot longer to brush my teeth than I normally do. When I came out again, I had wiped my tears and soaked my face in cold water, feeling better and somewhat under control again, glancing at Pia as Christian slipped into the bathroom, but she just smiled back at me, thankfully saying nothing, even if I suspected she and Christian had talked about me while I was in the bathroom.
Back in the bedroom, Pia pointed to the big bed and said in a firm voice “You, miss good girl, in the middle! Now!” I climbed onto the bed and when I had taken my place, Christian and Pia entered from either side, Christian bringing a maze of leather straps, which he and Pia soon had me strapped into, a body harness with softly padded straps and lockable buckles, wrapping my body snugly, framing my breasts and pussy, locking my arms to my sides and my hands to my hips, and a matching leg binder, strapping my legs together at upper and lower thighs, calves, ankles, foot blades and big toes. When it was done, I was pretty immobile and helpless, but in a really comfortable and sensual way.
Pia smiled as she caressed my helpless body from my inner thighs, over my pussy and belly, up to one of my breasts, letting her fingertip teasingly circle one stiffening nipple. “There are two more straps, but if you want them, you will need to beg us for them very eagerly and nicely.” Despite my breasts were still pretty sore and tender, not begging for those crowning straps was simply not an option for me. I felt my cheeks blushing and my pussy tingle as I begged “Please, please, please, could you please strap my breasts too? I really want and need that, and would be so very grateful if you did that to me, please?” Pia giggled and gave my nipple a hard pinch, sending a wave of painful pleasure and lust through me “You really are much too sweet, and a real breast bondage slut, you know.”
It hurt enough to make me whimper low when Christian grabbed my breasts hard with both hands, lifting them and compressing the base of them, so Pia could easily wrap the softly padded straps tight around them, locking the buckles and joining the straps front with one single, small padlock, pulling my breasts together. Even in my exhausted state, the sensation was enough to make my breasts and pussy tingle, far more arousing than uncomfortable. I sighed and whispered softly “Thank you so much! I needed that!”
Despite both Christian and Pia teased me some, their fingers playing with my framed pussy and their lips and tongues with my nipples and breasts, I think we were all too tired to make anything more of it, at least I definitely was, and I can’t even remember falling asleep, just how I was sinking deeper and deeper into the lovely warmth of their bodies and arms embracing me from either side.
I woke up the same way I fell asleep, still tied up and squeezed between Christian and Pia, their fingers, tongues and lips caressing and teasing me, and had probably done so for some time, considering how wet I felt and how my body was tingling already while I slowly woke up. I felt stiff and still a bit sore, but wonderfully rested. Pia noticed me stirring and moved her lips from my breast to my cheek, giving me a soft kiss good morning. “Good morning, sleepy head, you just made Christian loose a bet on if you would orgasm before you woke up or not.” Pia giggled and Christian muttered “I’m sure I would have won it, had it not been for Pia being so brutal on your nipple and clit.” Christian paused to nip my nipple with his teeth and pinch my clit between his fingers, hard enough to make me gasp and tense from the painful pleasure. “See, even I could make her wake up any moment if I was as brutal as you, Pia!” Pia responded by nipping my other nipple and give a stinging swat with her fingers across Christian’s fingers and my clit, responding “I’m not brutal, I do things with finesse!”
Between their bickering and combined brutality or finesse, they soon had me squirming and panting, and I cummed violently as they both sucked hard and bit in my nipples and areolas, Christian framing my clit and folds in a firm grip between his fingers while Pia spanked them light but fast and stingingly. I squirmed, bucked and wailed while my lower belly exploded in waves of intense pleasure. Christian released my nipple from his teeth but groped my breast hard with his free hand while commenting “Now look what you did to the poor girl!” Pia too released my nipple and squeezed my other breast hard enough to make me gasp when her fingers dug deep into the flesh, still spanking my clit “Did not!” Christian started kneading my breast hard, making me very aware of how sore the flesh still was after the long, tight tie and hard play the night before “Did too!” Pia responded in kind, mauling my other breast while still spanking my clit “Did not!”
As I felt another explosion of painful pleasure rapidly building, I couldn’t shut up any longer but almost howled “Yes yes yes, ooh fuuuck, you both… DOOOOO!!!!!” Another cum, even more intense than the first, rocked my body, sending me up in an arch only supported by my heels and head, falling down and arching again, thrashing and tensing so hard I heard the leather of my ties creak. I collapsed in a shivering heap, just lying there and gasping for air. The dynamic duo seemed to understand enough was enough as their hands stilled, still resting on my throbbing breasts and my pulsating pussy. Pia giggled and commented “Yeah, I guess we both did… Good!”
After lying there for a while, slowly landing and enjoying the warm proximity of Christian and Pia, I became more and more aware of another urge I had suppressed so far and whispered “Guys, I really hate to spoil this, but I really, really need, and I don’t think Pia would appreciate…” Pia’s eyes went wide and she exclaimed “Oh no, don’t you dare! Christian, you get her to the bathroom, now!” Christian didn’t bother to unstrap me, just got up, flung me over his shoulder, rushed me to the bathroom and plumped me down on the WC. Pia had followed, and now they both stood watching me.
The urge was real bad now but with the two of them watching, I kind of locked up. I looked up pleadingly at them “Guys, some privacy, please…?” Pia crossed her arms over her chest and responded in a firm voice “Oh no, miss good girl, this I really need to see to that you do properly! So you pee, now!” I felt how I blushed furiously, realizing I would get no privacy, and tried to relax and squeeze to empty my aching bladder, my legs being locked together not helping much. Pia very helpfully opened the water tap over the basin, the sound of running water increasing the urge even more, but not helping me to release it. Pia looked sternly down at me and said in her firm voice “You have one more minute, or I go get a catheter for you.”
I was pushing so hard now, desperate, that I shouldn’t have been surprised when I heard something else plump down in the WC. Pia’s eyes widened again, and she looked at Christian with a face of disbelief “Did she…?” Christian nodded, just barely trying to hide his amusement “She did!” I felt mortified, but somehow, that plump seemed to unplug me and seconds later I felt and heard the contents of my bladder start splashing into the WC. I saw Pia turn around and almost stagger towards the door. Her voice was a lot less firm than before when she said “Christian, I’m sorry, but you take it from here.” I saw Christian almost pushing his hand into his mouth trying to stifle his laugh, and I shut up but couldn’t help but thinking “What goes around, comes around…”
I was impressed by how entertained Christian still seemed to be when I was done and he rose me to my feet, bending me over almost double as he very thoroughly wiped me, finishing with some wet wipe which stung some on my sensitive parts, probably from alcohol or something. When he straightened me up again, I could see his face was red and with tears glistening in the corners of his eyes from suppressed laughter. He whispered in a voice still bubbling from laughter “Oh lordy, that was the most hilarious I’ve seen in months, no years, you just, and Pia just, oh my my my”. Then, after taking a deep breath and wiping the tears from his eyes, without further ceremony, he again flung me over his shoulder and carried me back to the bedroom.
Pia was back in bed, trying a bit too hard to seem normal, but almost shying away some when Christian dumped me right next to her. He commented cheerfully “There we are now, all done and clean as a whistle!” In a reassuring theater whisper to Pia he continued “I even disinfected her for you.” Pia gave him a glare that no doubt instantly would have fried him medium rare if looks could kill, then got up and said in a theatrical voice “Well pardon me, but she was so inspiring I need to go as well” before she swept out of the bedroom towards the bathroom. Christian chuckled low “Yeah, me too, but ladies and sluts first…”
When Pia returned she seemed in a somewhat better mood and cuddled up next to me while Christian dashed away for the bathroom. She let her fingertips wander over my body and let out a small sigh “You know, I really wish we could keep you, for good. You really are very, very special, and not just as a toy.” I bit my lip and didn’t know what to say but finally whispered a small “Thank you.” She continued “I’m sorry, Christian told me about your exchange late last night, so I really shouldn’t say that, but I just needed you to know you really touched me.” She said no more but just lie embracing me while I struggled some with my own emotions inside.
Christian joined in as he returned from the bathroom, embracing both Pia and me with strong arms as he slid down next to me. We stayed like that for many minutes, until Christian spoke “I hate to be the practical one, but it’s actually way past lunchtime, I’m dying for breakfast, and I believe our guest has a few other things to do the coming week than to stay as a cherished decoration in our bed until Friday. My stomach agreed with him as his words made me realize I was almost starving as well, and Pia nodded too. It felt a bit empty when they unlocked me and stripped me from my ties, and I felt like a stiff old lady when I tried to get up from the bed. Christian, still being practical, said “You might want to take a shower while we make breakfast, so you have some time to dry before you need to go.” I nodded and headed for the bathroom. After showering, trying to sort out the mess that was supposed to be my hair, giving an entirely new dimension to the expression “looking freshly fucked”, I got dressed and followed the sounds to the kitchen, where Christian and Pia were already seated at the rich breakfast table, waiting for me, and their silence telling me that they had probably been talking about me.
We ate mainly in silence, me not really knowing what to say and suspecting it was the same with Christian and Pia. It was a strange feeling, both being so happy and satisfied, but also feeling so empty and sad, with tears burning in the corners of my eyes and sure my voice would break if I tried to speak. Glancing at the others, I saw Pia’s eyes glistening as well, and Christian’s face looked empty like if he was suppressing any emotions. When we were done with breakfast, I managed a few appreciating comments about it and they gave the expected responses, more or less mechanical, before they both followed me and watched me get my things together, still in silence. When I put my coat on and was searching for how to say good-bye, I finally broke down, tears rolling down my cheeks and shaking with sobs, and they both followed in seconds, even Christian. We all stood just embracing each other and crying.
Finally Pia whispered with a breaking voice “This won’t work. I think we all already know what the others want to say, but it just won’t work trying to say it. Please just go now instead.” I nodded and gave them both a final squeeze, walked out through the door Christian held open for me, and continued walking without looking back, tears still rolling down my cheeks. I never heard the door close and imagined Christian and Pia standing there, embracing each other in the open doorway, trying not to look after me.
I had planned to call for a cab, but realized I really needed the half hour walk to the train station to calm down and hopefully look somewhat presentable before having close encounters with people again. The trip back to the hotel went surprisingly smooth, and I spent what remained of Sunday trying to focus on sorting things out before the conference start Monday.