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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Claire was a little bit d*unk on the day she confessed to Tina that she had a fantasy. Had she been sober she would probably have been far too embarrassed to make any such admission and would never have said a word. But she wasn't sober and that's why Tina got to know about her most secret desire.
At the time they were both creeping rapidly up on their thirtieth birthdays and both were casualties of unsuccessful marriages. Because of that the two women had formed a friendship that had so far worked well for them. They didn't live in each others pockets because they both valued their freedom, but they had the kind of bond that meant each could always rely on the other. They went out together, they laughed together, and helped each other when needed, but both were happy to have their own space, their own lives, kept private. Each was - in Tina's words - convalescing from a bad attack of 'man-itis' and both were very wary of forming attachments. For that reason men and relationships were subjects that they tended to skate around, until the night that Claire made her confession. On that night the barrier had been broken down and they talked much more openly than ever before, each realising just how little they actually knew about the other.
That night they revealed to each other what they enjoyed in bed and what their partners had been like, and, more importantly, what they hoped to find for the future in that way. That led, almost inevitably, to discussing their preferences and fantasies. Her greatest fantasy, Claire admitted after Tina had confessed to enjoying being told what to do in the bedroom, was to be tied naked to a bed and placed at the mercy of a total stranger, someone she had never met before, who would then be allowed to do anything he wanted to her, absolutely anything. Tina had sat beside her with her chin on the floor in surprise, totally dumbfounded for once in her life.
'But why?' She asked. 'Wouldn't it be dangerous?'
'Yes, of course it would, that's why it can never happen, but the thought of it really turns me on.'
'How would it work?' Tina was fascinated by a strange desire that was not too far from her own submissive tendencies.
'Simple. I would be stripped naked, tied to a bed by my wrists and ankles and then left alone for a stranger to walk in and take advantage of me.'
'But wouldn't you worry about what he might do?' Tina objected.
'No, that's the point. He would be allowed to do anything he wanted, anything at all. Then I wouldn't know what to expect and he might do things I'd never normally allow, you know, and take me to places I've never been.'
'What limits would you put on what he could do?'
'None.' Claire couldn't get Tina to understand. 'No limits of any kind, apart from causing me serious harm of course. That's the whole idea, and anyway, I wouldn't be in a position to stop him, would I?'
'And what if your stranger was a woman, or a man who brought friends to help him, or both?'
'Then I'd get to experience a bisexual gang-bang wouldn't I?'
'You mean, you'd let a woman do things to you? I didn't think you were that way inclined.'
'I'm not. Absolutely I'm not. But I wouldn't be able to prevent it and so if I did happen to enjoy it, it would be guilt free.'
'My god, you really do mean anything.' Tina shook her head in disbelief. 'But you might get hurt too.'
'I might like that as well, to an extent.' Claire admitted. 'I had a boyfriend who spanked me at one time, and that turned me on.'
'You're full of surprises, aren't you?' Tina's eyebrows shot up. 'But I mean, you might get really hurt, I mean as in injured.'
'True, but it's only ever going to be a fantasy. In my head that wouldn't happen and I wouldn't receive more pain that I could enjoy.'
'I can see that, but I must admit that I don't understand the attraction of being in a helpless position in the first place, even just as a fantasy.'
'Embarrassment, humiliation and fear. And if I were sober tonight I think that's exactly what I'd be feeling by telling you about it.'
'Would you ever actually do it?'
She thought about it before answering. 'Yes, I would, but only if I knew I was guaranteed safe from harm.'
It was Tina's turn to sit for a while and look thoughtful. 'You mean it, don't you?'
She raised defiant eyes and stared at him, her heart beginning to race as she understood Tina's thoughts. 'Yes.'
'I know a man I could trust to do it with you, if you're really up for it?'
'Well, yes, but I don't know the guy.' Claire protested.
'Didn't you just say you wanted it to be a stranger? So what could be safer than someone I trust, but who is a stranger to you?'
'I suppose I did, but you've got to tell me a little bit about him. I mean, for one thing, how do you know him?'
'He's an ex-boyfriend from before I got married, and he used to boss me around something wonderful when we were together. I know he's got more into that sort of thing since then. so I know he'd be good at it. He had me doing all kinds of kinky things with him, so he'd stretch your boundaries, that's for sure.' She stopped speaking and looked hard at her friend. 'So, do you want to wimp out, or are you going to do it?'
'Are you sure you can trust him?'
'I'm sure. He never broke my trust.'
'Then yes, I'd love to.' Claire was getting more and more turned on by the idea, helped by alcohol lowered inhibitions.
'Okay, Then go out and get yourself some handcuffs or something to tie you down with and then one night it will happen. And just to make sure you're safe I'll stay in another room so I can come running if you scream.' Tina paused. 'No limits?'
'No limits.' Claire confirmed.
Tina had nodded and the idea was dropped for the rest of the evening. Nothing else was said about it over the next few days, but a nervous Claire ordered two sets of handcuffs and some webbing restraints over the internet anyway, and, when they arrived, put them to one side to be ready if ever they were needed. Several weeks went by and still nothing was said, sober Claire being too embarrassed to bring up the subject herself. Eventually she came to the conclusion that Tina had had second thoughts and nothing was going to happen. Not that she could blame her, who in their right mind would go along with such an outlandish and dangerous fantasy?
Then one morning her phone rang and it was Tina.
'You remember what we spoke about a few weeks ago, you know, about what your fantasy? Do you still want to go through with it?'
'Yes, of course.'
'Good. It's tonight. We'll be there about eight.'
With that the phone went dead and she was left staring at the handset, her mouth dry and her heart pounding. The suddenness of the call and the fact that Tina had rung off before she could prevaricate added to her abruptly growing excitement.
The appointed time arrived and the doorbell sounded. Claire's hand flew to her mouth and she sat terrified, until a longer, more demanding ring finally got her to her feet.
Steve turned out to be less fearsome than Claire had imagined. He was simply a wiry mid thirties man with gingery mouse hair and a thin moustache and dressed in a lumberjack's shirt and jeans, and carrying a supermarket shopping bag. Nothing sinister at all and certainly not the Dracula look-alike that Claire's imagination had conjured up, especially when his confident grin exposed slightly crooked front teeth rather than fangs.
Claire led everyone back through into the lounge, but nerves were getting the better of her and she sat staring at Tina and her ex in total silence, forgetting even the common courtesy of offering a drink. She eventually made a nervous attempt at small talk, but that faltered under Steve's steady smile as he sat quietly and waited, relaxed and self-assured. Why couldn't she feel like that, after all it was her home? Tina appeared to be enjoying her discomfort, because she made no attempt to lighten the mood at least, saying nothing at all until it seemed she had finally had enough.
'Okay.' Tina finally broke the tension. 'Do either of you want to call it off?'
'Right then.' She said when both shook their heads. 'We'd best get started, hadn't we?'
'Before we do.' Steve stated firmly, making almost his first contribution. 'I'd better lay down some ground rules.'
Not "we'd" better lay down some ground rules, Claire noticed.
'Firstly, with Tina as my witness, I want you to assure me that you freely give me permission to touch you, sexually or otherwise, and to inflict both pain and pleasure in any way I see fit. You say you want to have your boundaries stretched, to experience things that are not your usual preference. Well, you'll get that all right, I promise you, but I'm not going to say how. Now, do I have your willing consent to do anything I want?'
'You have it.' Claire's voice was little more than a whisper. 'But I need a safe word, just in case.'
'I've got a better idea.' Steve told her. 'Do you trust Tina?'
'Of course I do.' Claire was puzzled.
'Then this is what we'll do. I'm going to take absolutely no notice of anything you say, or ask me to do or not to do. I'll make you a guarantee that I won't do you any permanent harm, but I want to push you out of your comfort zone, and I will hurt you. So let me repeat; I'm not going to stop no matter how much you want me to.' He held his hand up as Claire opened her mouth to object. 'But I'll stop the moment Tina says so. So you'd better trust her, because you'll be in her hands. She will be your safe word. But remember, if she tells me to stop, I won't start again. So if she stops you too early, then you'll end up missing out. Okay?'
Claire wasn't sure about that proposal; it would put her entirely in Tina's hands. She thought for a moment or too and then, gradually warming to the idea, she asked Tina what she thought.
'Are you up for it, Tina? It means I'm going to want you to be there all the time.'
'She'll be present anyway.' Steve told her. 'She's going to be my assistant. But that won't stop her also being your security.'
'Oh!' Claire exclaimed, surprised at this turn of events and not sure what to make of it.
'You did say anything.' Tina reminded her. 'And don't worry; I'll watch your back. I won't let you get pushed any further than you want to be, I'll promise you that.'
'I know you won't' Claire assured her, coming to terms with the proposal. 'But just remember that I won't want it to stop unless I really, really, have to, and I'm sure you'll know if it gets to that point.'
'Then go into your bedroom, get undressed and lie on the bed, and wait.' Steve's tone wasn't particularly imperious, but it didn't brook any argument either.
Claire climbed the stairs with her heart trying to pound its way out of her chest, and peeled off her clothes. For a moment or two she looked at her modern brass bed head, wondering if the corner posts would be as strong as they looked, for they were certain to find use. It had been a fortuitous choice, made long before she had ever dreamed of being tethered to it.
She cleared the duvet and pillows from the bed and lay down, placing her newly purchased bed restraints and handcuffs beside her. She was not sure what to expect, except knowing that it would be exciting. Damp palms, dry lips and - a quick check confirmed - a wet pussy. Must mean I'm eager, she told herself, confirming the obvious.
It seemed like forever before she heard the others coming up the stairs, although she knew in reality that it had only been a couple of minutes or so. She wondered vaguely what they had been doing whilst she waited, worrying what plans they had made for her, for she was sure that they had. But then their arrival put that thought out of her mind. She watched them as they entered the room, very conscious that she was naked while they were still clothed, and feeling suddenly very exposed.
'Last chance.' Steve told her, putting the shopping bag down beside the bed. 'Are you sure?'
'Definitely.' She told him with more confidence than she felt, staring at the bag and suddenly worrying what sort of things it contained.
Steve made no attempt to undress himself. Still in his street clothes and perhaps deliberately staying so to make Claire feel even more vulnerable, he nodded his approval at her bondage equipment.
'That's good.' He told her, picking them up in turn and inspecting them. 'They'll be useful. And I've got some things of my own too.' He dipped into his bag and pulled out a roll of shiny black bondage tape and several lengths of supple white rope, which he promptly draped over Claire's belly and then dragged it away as if to demonstrate its soft strength.
He gazed down at her, his eyes roving slowly over her, taking in every part of her naked form and making her redden with embarrassment.
'Put your arms up over your head.' He demanded suddenly. Claire obeyed instinctively.
With what seemed to Claire to be practised ease, he handcuffed her wrists to the corners of her bed, leaving her now physically as well as psychologically helpless.
'Raise your knees,' He told her. 'Keep them apart.'
Again she obeyed automatically, blushing as her pussy became exposed and on open display.
Now he took two of her restraints and fastened them behind her knees, leaving them trailing free while he doubled her legs back, tightly fastening calf to thigh with bondage tape, leaving her looking, as she imagined, rather like a giant white frog. He stared at her, his gaze wandering over her until, as if making a sudden decision, he picked up a pillow and thrust it under her bottom to raise it from the bed. Then he turned to Tina, who was standing just inside the door, as if uncertain what was required of her.
'I want you to strip off too. We can't have you dressed like that when your friend is in the nude, now can we?'
Claire was a little surprised at how quickly Tina hastened to obey, swiftly pulling her clothes off until she too was naked. She'd kind of expected Tina to help Steve rather than obey him, but then she remembered her admission that she had enjoyed being ordered about by him in the past.
He ignored Tina as she undressed, turning his attention back to Claire and taking the free ends of her restraints, fastening them to the bed head so that her legs were rolled right back. Then, he tied one end of a length of rope through the cuff of one restraint, passed the rope under the bed from side to side and tied it off on the other, pulling Claire's knees as far apart as they could go and leaving her completely open and defenceless. Once again he paused to admire his own handiwork. To Claire it seemed that she must look like the frog was now on a dissecting table, waiting for the biology lesson.
'I need a couple of things from downstairs.' Steve told the two women. 'I'll be back in a minute.'
They heard him moving around downstairs, and then they heard water running.
'What is he after?' Claire asked in a whisper.
Tina shrugged. 'I've no idea. He hasn't said.'
'You won't tell anybody about seeing me like this, will you?' Claire asked, extremely conscious of her very unladylike position.
Tina grinned mischievously, but her answer was sincere. 'No, I won't say a word to anyone. But I won't forget the view.'
Not for the first time Claire blushed, but this time she was suddenly aware that Tina was looking at her in an almost sexual way. She wanted to close her legs, but of course she couldn't, and so she gazed back at Tina with faked confidence, trying to mask her humiliation.
She could, she thought, quite easily see Tina as a sexual entity herself, because even though she was straight she could see how attractive her friend was. With her long light-brown hair, pert breasts tipped with pale pink nipples, and a slender figure standing on legs that went on forever, Tina was the sort of girl that most men, and some women, would drool over. Her figure was much better than her own much more solid body with its large breasts and slightly rounded stomach. Even Claire's rich brown hair seemed tame in comparison. And to make matters worse, Tina didn't even seem conscious of her own beauty. She certainly wasn't worried about standing around naked while they waited for Steve to return.
They didn't have long to wait to long for him, he came back into the room carrying a tray with bowl full of steaming hot water, another that Claire couldn't see into, and her own toilet bag. He also had a couple of towels draped over his arms. Claire and Tina exchanged puzzled glances.
'I'm going to shave you.' He announced to Claire, as if it were an every day occurrence.
'No!' Her eyes shot wide and she began to pull at her restraints. 'No way. That isn't what I agreed to.'
'What you agreed to was anything I want, remember.' Steve reminded her, tucking one of the towels under her. 'And I want a shaven pussy to play with.'
Looking at Tina and seeing no sign that her friend would prevent it from happening Claire very unwillingly subsided and surrendered to the inevitable, her breath coming in short sharp anxious gasps. He certainly was taking her right out of her comfort zone already and things had hardly begun yet.
'In case you're worried.' Steve assured her. 'I've done this before, so you'll still have all your parts when I'm done.'
She was worried, but not for that reason. She'd never, ever, had a shaven pussy and she wasn't sure how she'd feel about it afterwards. She'd always looked upon it as the province of prostitutes and porn stars rather then normal women. One thing was for sure, she would have a reminder of the evening for a week or two until it grew back.
It soon became obvious that Steve was as well practised at it as he had promised, and he soon had her excess hair trimmed away with scissors before hot water and foam made her ready to be shaved. She looked down at what he was doing, not sure if she should be pleased to see a frown of concentration as the razor made quick sweeps over her skin. The feeling of his fingers holding her very personal skin tight for the blade was both scary and stimulating all at once, but not once did he nick or graze her and before it was over she was feeling very aroused and exquisitely naughty. When he had finished he wiped the excess soap away and surveyed his handiwork, before running his fingertips over her labia to check for smoothness.
'There.' He said.' That feels better, doesn't it?'
She had to agree, the touch of his fingers on bare intimate skin was very sensuous. She swallowed her shame and nodded.
'Come and see what you think.' He turned to Tina as he pulled the towel from under Claire and placed it to one side with the shaving gear. 'See if it feels as nice to you.'
Claire's eyes widened in alarm. Surely she wouldn't. But it seemed that she would, for Tina stood and walked over, gazing down at the newly shaven pussy for a few silent seconds before stooping and placing her cool slim fingers along Claire's labia.
'Yes, it feels really lovely.' She answered Steve's query, her fingertips softly stroking Claire's skin.
'Good. Keep doing it then. Sit beside her and play with her pussy.'
Claire couldn't believe what she was hearing, surely that was stretching her boundaries too far, and when Tina hesitated she thought for a moment that her friend wasn't sure either. But then the elegantly slender little fingers started moving again, stroking up and down either side of her pussy.
'That's it. You can do whatever you like.'
Claire was already uncomfortable with what Tina was currently doing without the thought of her being handed a carte blanche. She tried ineffectively to concentrate on looking at Steve rather than feeling the little index finger that was now finding its way between her labia and softly working up and down the wetness of her slit. My goodness, she told herself, she'll realise I'm turned on by it, wondering at the same time why Tina wanted to touch her like that in the first place. But it felt good even if it shouldn't, her body reminding her that being so helpless meant that she could let it happen without guilt and take whatever pleasure it brought.
Steve looked at the two women as if to make sure they were behaving as he wished, and then began at last to undress, kicking his shoes off and pulling his sweatshirt over his head before deliberately standing in the eye line of both women and loosening his jeans. He slipped both jeans and shorts down together, pushing his cock down before releasing it to rebound, hard, long and purple headed with arousal.
'I wonder who is going to get the benefit of this tonight?' He asked, as he kicked his jeans clear and took his shaft in his hand as if offering it to the women.
'It's supposed to be me.' Claire told him, still bothered by the feel of another girl's fingers on her pussy.'
He laughed and then bent to pick up his bag. 'You'll be surprised at what you're going to get.' He told her mysteriously. 'And I may fuck you, or I may fuck Tina.'
'You're here to help me enjoy my fantasy, not mess about with your ex.' Claire flared at him in a sudden and unexpected rush of frustrated temper. The last thing she needed to do was to be tied and displayed like this while he fucked his former girlfriend.
He turned to her in surprise, gazing as if speechless before placing his bag firmly back on the floor.
'I've told you once, I'm here tonight to do anything I want to you. That's what you said, remember?' He looked at her questioningly. 'No? Well, perhaps I should reinforce your memory.'
With his erection bobbing in front of him he walked around to the right hand side of the bed.
'Would you mind stepping back a moment please.' He motioned Tina away from the bed.
Claire waited with growing trepidation as he placed his left knee on the bed and then, leaning forward, pressed her legs right back, rolling her into a tighter ball and raising her bottom. She had a horrible feeling she knew what was to follow, and when he raised his free hand she knew she was right. It was just a case of how hard and how many.
His hand came down hard on her left buttock, making her cry out. It was not so much the severity of the smack, although it was administered with almost all his strength, but the suddenness of it and, strangely, the sound of it that had startled the sound from her lips. Of course it hurt; it hurt with a fierce heat that burned through her exposed flesh, but it was manageable, even pleasurable in a perverse sort of way.
He raised his hand again and then, still holding her in the uncomfortable folded back position, he made her wait, looking at his raised hand, waiting for it to come down, waiting for the pain of the next smack. The hand seemed to hover there forever, but then it came with a resounding thwack across her other buttock, spreading the fire into both cheeks. She managed to control her cry this time, keeping it down to a sharp gasp as the hand struck.
Again the hand went up, but this time he didn't keep it there for so long, bringing it down on her left cheek again. It was harder and she felt tears spring into her eyes as she fought to stay silent, determined not to let him defeat her. She glanced to the side, watching his cock still rebounding up and down from his movement as he spanked her. She stifled a giggle, an hysterical giggle born of lust and pain.
A fourth smack, back to her right buttock, and again she just gasped from the sting, a sting that was spreading right across her bottom, the vicious pain building with each smack.
He went back to her left cheek, and this time she did cry out, for the smack landed awkwardly and his fingertips caught her pussy, sending fire through her very tender and newly shaven flesh. There was no apology, no let up, immediately he went back to the other side and smacked her there again, just as hard. She was not crying, but tears were now welling up from the hurt and from the pure humiliation being spanked like that in front of her friend. Two more smacks landed, one to each side, before he finally straightened and went back around to the other side.
'I think that will do for the moment, but remember, any more and I'll use my belt instead of my hand.'
It was then that all of a sudden she understood that he had stopped, not because he wanted to, but because his hand hurt. She smiled inwardly at this perverse victory even though her bottom stung like crazy. All he had done was to increase her arousal and her willingness to be mistreated. She wanted to see just how much she could take.
'You can carry on where you left off.' He told Tina, watching until she sat back on the edge of the bed before turning his attention back to his shopping bag.
Claire speculated vaguely as to what he might have in it, but her attention for the moment was mainly on Tina's increasingly adventurous fingers. She still wondered how her friend had been persuaded take such intimate advantage of her helplessness. Not that she really minded, she realised, for it was just the kind of "out of her comfort zone" thing that she had wanted. She'd wanted to be mentally stretched and now she was being. Her pussy was being played with by a woman and, although her straight mind objected strongly, her uninhibited body didn't care what sex the fingers were, only that they was doing wonderful things to her. She looked directly at Tina's face, hoping to find some concern but instead seeing only a bright and sexy smile.
She turned her attention back to Steve, watching as he delved into his bag and wondering again what he was looking for. When his hand came out he held two small foldback spring clips. At first she didn't comprehend, wondering what he wanted to clip together, but as his hand moved towards her breast she understood and her eyes widened in momentary panic.
The pain as he fastened them over her nipples was intense, a sharp powerful sting followed by a deep heavy throbbing. This time it was genuine agony and she cried out for real, writhing and twisting uselessly until her body adjusted and she learned to deal with it. Then she simply lay and stared defiantly up at him, panting with pain but daring him to do his worst. He stared back, kneeling motionless, watching her fight the throbbing in her breasts.
Then he smiled wolfishly, reaching out and pulling briefly on the clips, stretching her mistreated nipples. She groaned aloud, gasping and grimacing with the pain of it, hating him for putting her through it, and yet loving the hurt at the same time. He pulled on them again, holding them out from her body, taut little peaks of tender flesh, before letting go and watching them snap back, making Claire call out with surprise rather then hurt.
Again he pulled on them, one after the other, but instead of simply releasing hold to let breast and clip drop back, this time he stretched them out as far as they would go, until Claire was clenching her teeth and hissing with pain, and then squeezed the clips open one at a time, releasing her nipples. The pain that followed as blood rushed back into the abused nipples was worse than ever, and Claire twisted and thrashed on the bed, swearing coarsely, casting doubt on Steve's parentage and likening him to intimate female anatomy. He just grinned at her curses and watched until her movements settled down.
'You okay?' Tina spoke for the first time.
'She's okay.' Steve answered for her.
'I didn't ask you.' Tina told him firmly, slipping easily into her second role. 'I want to be sure she's not had enough, that's what I'm supposed to be here for.'
Claire was pleased with her friend, feeling more secure for knowing that she was being taken care of and that Tina was doing her job. But she wanted to cope with it, and whatever else was coming, and not to have the session terminated by a well meaning minder, even one with two fingers firmly buried in her pussy.
'It's okay, I want to keep going.' She answered through gritted teeth.
'Then you shall.' Steve smiled again, the same feral look on his face.
Once again his hand dipped into his bag of magic tricks and Claire peered sideways, trying to see what he was bringing out this time. It was a pair of short candlesticks complete with blood red candles, which he lit and placed on the bedside table. He didn't explain what they were for, but she had a good idea. There was no mystery in it, but candle wax was something she'd never tried and she licked dry lips at the prospect. But then it couldn't be more painful than what she had just endured.
Having watched to make sure the candles were properly lit Steve reached for the mystery bowl he had brought upstairs, the ice it contained revealing itself noisily as he fished for a piece to suit his needs.
'Fire and ice.' He told her belatedly. 'You know what that can do, don't you?'
She nodded, gasping with sudden delight as, at that self same moment, two of Tina's fingers slid further into her wetness, sending a wave of prohibited pleasure running through her. It felt so damn good even if it was wrong. But then, she couldn't do anything about it and so she just closed her eyes and let it happen, hoping that Tina would understand that enjoying a woman's touch did not make her gay. Maybe, she thought, Steve's ice cube would take her mind from Tina's fingers before she was made to actually orgasm from them.
Even with that thought in her mind she was still shocked by the sudden sensation of intense cold on her tender skin. She gasped as Steve planted the ice right on the tip of her aching nipple and held it there for what seemed like forever before he began to move it slowly around her breast, leaving a trail of numbing cold wetness in its wake. It hurt, but it was a nice hurt, similar to being spanked, and the cold seemed to sooth her badly mistreated nipple.
'God, that's good.' She said, looking straight at Steve and his ice but really meaning the feel of Tina's fingers sliding up into her.
Steve smiled knowingly, glancing down at Tina's hand before moving his ice cube onto her other breast. 'I'm glad you like it.' He told her ambiguously.
The difference between the two sensations made both feel more powerful, the cold, wet, slow and sensuous slide of an ice cube over her breast and against her nipple contrasted with the vigorous feel of two warm fingers pushing in and out of her vagina. Soon she wasn't sure which she liked best. She had to admit to herself that under normal circumstances she almost certainly wouldn't have liked either of them. Cold ice across warm skin was surely nobody's idea of pleasure, and the idea of having someone of the same sex finger-fucking her went totally against the grain. But now, in her completely exposed and defenceless state, she was enjoying them both, so much so that she began to fear that she might soon come. An orgasm would be wonderful, but she would be so embarrassed to have one under these circumstances. She didn't want to be thought of as completely depraved, even if it were true.
Tina shifted her position, leaning on her elbow, her face closer to Claire's hairless pussy, watching what she was doing as she turned her hand over so that her thumb rubbed against Claire's clitoris as the two fingers thrust into her passage. Claire groaned involuntarily, telling her tormentors of their success.
'That's good, she likes that.' Steve told Tina. 'Keep doing it.'
The ice slid from Claire's breast onto the expanse of her stomach, circling her naval, roaming across her belly, back and forth, leaving a snail trail of cold moisture behind it. She shivered, mostly from the cold but partly from the heightened state of her sense of touch, especially now that Tina was rubbing at her clitoris so eagerly. Tina had two fingers plunging as far into her vagina as she could get them as well as that energetic thumb, and it was getting too much to ignore. But she didn't want to succumb to a woman.
'Tina.' She gasped, looking to put off the inevitable. 'I'm going to come if you don't stop.'
'Then come.' Steve answered for Tina. 'There's plenty more where that one is coming from.'
Claire groaned, her sensibilities cringing as her body felt her climax bearing down on it. How the hell do I explain this afterwards, she thought frantically to herself. How can I look Tina in the face again knowing that I let her make me come? It was too late to worry. Her orgasm swept through her, tightening her muscles so that she hauled at her tethers, her bottom bouncing on the bed and squashing the pillow that still lay beneath her.
'That looked good.' Steve said as it subsided, amusement clear in his voice.
'It was.' Claire croaked, looking at Tina, who had withdrawn her crazy fingers and was sitting back on her haunches. She was openly gazing down at Claire's sopping wet pussy now, making her victim only too aware of the humiliation of losing control to another woman.
'So let's cool you down a bit.' Suddenly the ice cube was planted squarely onto her climax sensitised clitoris, the ice melting and trickling down her slit.
'Christ, that hurts.' She gasped. The sensation of cold on her overheated pussy was intense enough to be almost painful.
'Yes. Nice though, isn't it?'
'Yes.' She replied tightly. She had to admit that it was nice, and the pain, if such it could be called, was more of an intense sensation than real hurt, and it felt beautiful.
He ran the ice along her slit, down the inside of her labia, around her entrance and onto her perineum, down to circle her anus and then back. He pushed it into her, rubbing it around just inside of her vagina before trailing it back to her clitoris and beginning the circuit again. She gasped and squirmed, loving it, hating it, not wanting it to stop but wondering if her tender flesh could take it. The crazy vision of attending the emergency department with a frostbitten pussy flashed through her mind. Finally he removed what was left of the ice, dropping it back into the bowl and dipping his fingertips quickly into the warmth of the shaving water that was still beside him. She panted for breath, her entire pussy feeling cold and wet, and incredibly aroused.
'Are you ready for this now?' He asked, taking hold of his cock and showing it to her.
'Whenever you want.'
Claire wanted a man, needed a man. She'd come once from a woman's attentions and now she needed to come from a man's, and the heat of a man's cock after the cold of the ice would be wonderful.
'All in good time.' Steve chuckled, teasing her, understanding her frustration and deliberately adding to it. 'But it is time to move things along a little. You've had the ice, so now it's time for you to taste the fire.'
Claire had forgotten the candles and now she watched, helpless to do anything else, as he picked up the two candlesticks with their lighted candles and passed one carefully to Tina. She couldn't see, but she knew instinctively that the flames stood in tiny lakes of melted wax and she knew with nervous certainty where that wax was destined for.
'Her thighs, Tina, please.' Steve instructed her.
Claire watched apprehensively as Tina carefully manoeuvred the candle over her thigh; high up to avoid the bondage tape that held her lower leg to it. She tensed herself as Tina began to cautiously tip the candle, wondering what it would feel like, - then she gasped and jumped as molten wax landed suddenly on her breast from the candle that Steve had moved over her unnoticed.
God, it stung. It was just, and only just, the right side of burning, but still it made her moan as the fire set in. Then, before she could accommodate the pain, a second drop landed, this time on the back of her thigh. She jerked and twisted, gasping again from pain. Then she watched fearfully as Tina tipped her candle over the soft skin of her inner thigh, and gasped and moaned as the wax landed, only to have to switch her anxious eyes to Steve as he dripped some on her breast, this time full square on her nipple. Then it was back to Tina, who switched to the other thigh for her next target, making her groan as the wax landed higher still, almost at the edge of her pussy. Her two tormentors seemed to want to take it in turns to drip wax on her.
Drip followed drop, sometimes singly, sometimes almost a trickle of molten candle wax landing on tender flesh. Claire panted and squirmed, once letting out a yelp of genuine pain as a misdirected droplet landed on newly shaven skin low down on her labia, tugging unconsciously and ineffectually at her restraints, her nails digging into her palms. Once again she found herself hating the person responsible for her discomfort, but loving the discomfort itself. She could feel her pussy opening with arousal, her nipples, one encased totally now in a thimble of solidifying wax, engorged and prominent. She could cope with it, and more, in fact she wanted more, wanted a more intense sting, just like when Steve had spanked her earlier, except that now she felt she wanted it even harder. She was going to make it hurt harder, she decided.
'Do you think you're going to make me submit?' She asked him, her voice tight and thin. 'Because you're not.'
She writhed under the patter of wax dropping on her breasts.
'What you can give, I can take.'
The next droplet landed on her clitoris and she hissed with the pain, looking accusingly at Tina, who wore an innocent expression of as if her aim was accidental.
'Yes.' She told her friend. 'That goes for both of you.'
'Are you trying to provoke us?' Steve asked, turning his attention to the soft skin of her belly.
'No. What's the point?' Claire lied, deliberately taunting him. 'You can't hurt me. Even when you spanked me you couldn't do it hard enough.'
'Didn't I?' He placed the candle on the bedside table and signalled Tina to stop. 'Do you want me to do it again, but harder, much, much harder?'
'If you want.' Claire's heart leapt. She wanted to see what she could take and now it seemed she was going to be taken to her limits.
'Get it ready.' He instructed Tina without explanation, before straddling Claire's body, planting his rock hard cock between her wax splattered breasts.
Claire could hear Tina exploring Steve's bag of equipment, but she had no idea what she was looking for. No doubt she would find out, she smiled to herself.
Steve squeezed her breasts over his cock and began rocking back and forth, tit fucking her, pressing her breasts hard against his shaft. It felt good, and once again Claire felt the need to have her pussy filled with cock, making her unsure which she wanted, spanking or fucking - or preferably both. But it didn't matter what she wanted, whichever he decided was what she would get, there was no getting away from that fact.
'I've got it.' Tina's voice came from behind Steve.
'Okay.' He called back, and then leaned down to whisper in Claire's ear. 'I was going to use a tawse on you. But that's what you want, isn't it? You want me to turn you backside red and sore, don't you?'
She remained silent, hoping he was intent on sex with her.
'But if you can't be spanked you'd like to be fucked, wouldn't you?'
Her mouth went dry with anticipation, but she forced herself not to reply and sound too eager.
'Wouldn't you?' He gripped her nipples between fingers and thumbs and twisted them, flaking away the mould of wax.
'Yes.' She gasped her admission, squirming from the pain in her already abused nubbins.
He released her abruptly and climbed away. 'Then fucked you will be.'
For a moment or so she didn't quite understand, but then she saw Tina standing at the foot of the bed and frightened comprehension flooded in. The 'it' that Tina had announced she had got was not the tawse that Claire had imagined, but the massive pink dildo that she must have strapped on while hidden behind Steve, and which now sprouted threateningly from her groin.
'No!' Claire shouted in panic, knowing even as she did so that it was pointless.
'I think you mean yes.' Steve told her. 'Unless Tina thinks this is going too far.'
He looked questioningly at Tina, who shook her head.
'She can handle it.'
'But...'
'No buts. You told Tina you were up for anything and that you were prepared to accept a woman.'
Claire remembered her d*unken admission, never dreaming at the time that it would come to be, or that the woman would be Tina. She resigned herself to the inevitable as Tina climbed onto the bed and eased herself between her wide open legs to lie on top of her, propped on her elbows and looking just as nervous as she was.
'Don't worry.' Steve told them as Tina reached back to try and direct the dildo into Claire's pussy. 'I'll guide it in.'
Clare felt Steve's hand fumbling between them, and then the cold head of the dildo was seeking access, sliding down the slippery length of her very wet slit until it arrived at her entrance. She flinched involuntarily as it entered, just the first inch or so pressing into her, ready for Tina to do the rest.
'Okay.' Steve moved away to stand and watch. 'Fuck her.'
She felt Tina flex on top of her and the dildo slipped too easily into her passage, huge, hard, cold and false. She closed her eyes, not wanting to look at Tina's face above her, trying to believe it was not happening and just waiting for it to end. If Tina's fingers had embarrassed her before, how would she ever look her friend in the face again after she had dildo-fucked her. She daren't let herself enjoy it; in fact she daren't let herself respond in any way.
In and out, in and out. The dildo slid in and out of her faster and faster, pushed home by Tina's pounding pelvis. She could feel Tina's body moving on top of her, soft feminine flesh against hers, Tina's breasts rubbing against her own, nipples hard on her skin. Tina was panting in her ear from her effort, her fingers gripping into Claire's shoulders to keep herself close. She hadn't said a word, but Claire had the strong impression that Tina was beginning to enjoy what she was doing and wanted her to enjoy it too. Claire wondered, rightly as it happened, if the strap-on harness was one that stimulated the wearer as well as the subject, for Tina was wriggling against Claire as her hips thrust the dildo into her, rubbing the leather of the harness against her pussy as if trying to stimulate both of them, and it was beginning to work. She felt a sudden urge to wrap her own arms around Tina, to hold her tight and pull her closer, but of course she couldn't. Instead she simply submitted, letting out a telltale moan of pleasure.
Tina's immediate response was to speed up, to thrust harder and faster, plunging the dildo up to the hilt in Claire's vagina, ramming it in and then pulling right back for long rapid thrusts, jolting Claire back and forth as she lay helplessly beneath her. Then suddenly Tina pulled back too far and the dildo slipped from Claire's wet and gaping pussy to slide down her crack, almost impaling her anus as Tina thrust forward once more.
'Oh my god, careful.' Claire admonished her hoarsely.
'I'm sorry, I'm not used to this, I've never done it before.' Tina panted her apology, reaching between them to steer the dildo back into its proper place, this time beating Steve to it.
Now she began to fuck Claire again, but now with slower more careful thrusts that went just as deep but didn't withdraw quite so far.
'That's better.' Claire whispered to her. 'That's nice.'
'Yes.' Tina's answer was short and terse as she thrust into Claire.
Claire suddenly understood why, or thought she did. 'Are you...' She let the sentence hang.
'I think so.' Tina gasped, her thrusts becoming slightly more erratic.
Tina had made Claire orgasm earlier, and now it looked as if she were doing the same thing to herself. Claire smiled inside at the thought, even as her own body responded to the pleasure of Tina's increasingly fierce fucking.
'Come if you want to.' She told Tina. 'Use me to make yourself come, I don't mind.'
She didn't mind, in a way it was what she was there for, and it was somehow nice to be made use of, even if it was by a woman, and to be the helpless source of her climax. She wondered briefly what it would be like to let a whole group of men use her like this, tied up and helpless, just a depository for their cum. Maybe one day, but meanwhile Tina's breathing had turned into short little gasps and her movements quick and irregular.
'I'm getting close.' Tina gasped. 'What about you?'
Claire shook her head. 'No, not yet.'
She felt oddly disappointed because she wasn't going to come when Tina did. She would not have believed it before, but she was enjoying being strap-on fucked by another girl. It was becoming a massive turn on, and Tina's big dildo did feel so bloody lovely pistoning in and out of her, even if she was nowhere near an orgasm yet. She could climax, she realised, but just not quite yet.
'Oh God, I'm there.'
Tina pushed herself onto Claire, gasping and wriggling, rubbing herself on her immobilized partner, grinding the dildo into her, pressing herself down so hard that it hurt. But it was wonderful all the same and Claire found herself wanting once more to embrace Tina, to hold her through the throes of her orgasm.
After it was over Tina rested on top of Claire for a few moments, spent and breathless, the dildo unmoving inside her partner's vagina, until finally she pulled herself up and clambered away without a word, the dildo now wet and shining with Claire's juices.
'You see.' Steve's voice penetrated Claire's haze of frustration. 'You like being fucked by just about anybody, don't you?'
'Yes.' There was nothing else she could say.
'Would you like some more?'
Pictures from Charles Dickens leapt into her mind, but when she turned her head it was Steve who stood there, holding his cock out like Oliver Twist's bowl. He was moving towards the bed and she knew that he would do as he wanted whatever she said, but she felt required to answer all the same.
'Yes.'
He climbed aboard her, and that was the only way she could describe it, with no grace, no consideration, and certainly no civility, and making very little effort to support his own weight. Then, as he was settling himself on top of her, his cock found her open pussy seemingly of its own accord, and he slid into her depths. His cock felt warm and pliable after the unyielding cold plastic of Tina's dildo, part of a human being instead of a manufactured toy, and she welcomed it into her. He looked at her, as if to check who it was he was with, and began to thrust, ramming himself deep into her with metronomic force.
In no way could he be described as making love to her, he was fucking her pure and simple. But that was what she needed. After the pain of being spanked and having molten wax dripped onto her, anything else would have seemed too lightweight. She needed to feel his length pounding into her, needed to feel the roughness of his chest hair on her soft breasts and hear his hoarse breathing in her ear. She lay there and took it, feeling herself bouncing on the bed from his thrusts, and expecting him to bring on the orgasm that Tina had been unable to give her.
It wasn't long before she knew she was right. The beautiful sensation of heat and pressure that heralded an imminent orgasm was beginning to build deep inside her. Normally she would have begun to thrust back at her lover at this point, but she couldn't, in fact she couldn't do anything to either help or hinder. She just had to lie there and let him fuck her, helplessly feeling him hammering at her, hoping that she would come before he did and knowing that if she did it would be an earth shattering climax, augmented by her very vulnerability.
It was building for her, the sensations inside her were becoming more intense and she was on the way. But so was Steve, she could tell from his harsh breathing, the way his breaths becoming quicker and sharper, and his thrusts into her were starting to become jagged and erratic. It was simply a question of if he would last long enough for her to come too. She prayed silently that he would last, and prayed that she wouldn't.
Suddenly she made it. The pressure that was building within her exploded and she came, long surges of pure ecstasy bursting out and along her nervous system in wave after wave, overloading her pathways and making her cry out in joy. Steve took no notice of her, intent on his own imminent climax, trying to maintain the same hard fast rhythm and ignoring completely the woman shaking and gasping beneath him. It didn't matter; in fact his insensitivity to her needs simply amplified the sensations so that she was still calling out her pleasure when he slammed himself home, hard and deep, growling like an animal and with his cock jerking and twitching inside her as he came himself, emptying himself in great spurts deep inside her body.
Afterwards he lay between her wide stretched thighs, spent and panting, his body, like hers, trembling from the effects of his climax. Now she wanted to put her arms around him, to hold him to her just as she had wanted to with Tina, but for just the same reasons, she couldn't. She'd come twice, with two different partners, and not once had she shared a kiss or a hug. It was pure sex, and that's the way she had wanted it. Now she wondered what effect it would have on her closeness with Tina, who she saw was standing and watching, still naked, and with the dildo still strapped to her. The two women were still looking into each others eyes, both thinking the same thing, when Steve finally levered himself away and shakily stood up.
'You're a good fuck, I'll give you that.' He said as he lurched off towards the shower room.
'Can you set me free, Tina.' Claire asked, watching Steve's retreating back and realising it was all over.
'I can, but I'm rather enjoying the view.' She grinned as she reiterated her remark of earlier.
'I can see that.' Claire told her, frowning. 'But I'm getting cramped.'
Tina nodded and knelt beside the bed, slender fingers working on the knots that held Claire so tightly in place. 'Don't worry, I won't say a word about tonight to anyone, but was it what you wanted?'
Claire had to think about that before she answered honestly. 'Yes. Some of the things we did bothered me a bit, but at least I can say I've tried them, even if I'm not likely to try them again.'
'And just when I was thinking of buying one of these.' Tina joked, looking down at the dildo she was still wearing. 'But I don't really mean that' She added quickly. 'I value our friendship too much.'
'Nothing has happened to damage that.' Claire reassured her, stretching the stiffness out of her legs. 'We wouldn't let it.' |
