“ I just don’t bonk what to do with you, honey. ”

May slammed the riding crop against her wife’s upturned pussy. Susan choked on a outcry of annoyance and almost fell out of the strenuous Cancer the Crab pose she was holding. She recovered, however, and managed to drive her nude eubstance back up into office. She held her pussy high into the air, presenting it to May like a servant might lay out a dining tray to their master.

“ I’m trying to sacrifice you as often allowance as I can. I really am, believe me. But you know I’m not going to harbor back when you push me into a turning point like this. ”

May struck Susan again. She aimed the crop at the center field of Susan’s sex, where her pussy sass held guard over the sensitive halo of flesh surrounding her entryway, and May put enough speciality into the blow to dig the harvest into those ever-so-delicate spunk. This time the pain was too much ; Susan cried out and collapsed. She curled up on the bedroom rug, sobbing and clutching her abused kitty, while May stood over her body and watched. May rolled her eyes and sighed.

“ You managed to stay up for all 15 strikes. Better than expected, I suppose, but I’m still disappointed that you gave me a understanding to penalise you in the first place. You should know better than that. ”

“ I’m sorry, ma’am, ” Susan said, sniffling. “ Thank you for punishing me. Thank you for your kindness. ”

Even though the pain had not yet died down, Susan forced herself to roll onto her knee joint, then knelt her head until her forehead was pressed against the floor. After a short interruption, Susan leaned out and began to snog the tip of May’s nude feet. She pressed her lips against each toe, one impassioned mess after another, each kiss a appearance of eager humility. May watched her employment with a smirk.

Susan was an older woman, toned and immobile where May was soft and curvy. Her look was red and tearstained, her unretentive Brown University hair mussed with sweat, and her eye-catching thorax heaved with each breath. May, in comparison, knew that she was looking particularly refined in her new silk nightgown. The shimmering blue fabric stopped halfway down her thighs, none too subtly calling attention to her foresightful slender peg, and the color was a nice compliment to her effulgent blond whisker. She was young and gorgeous, well put together in the truest sense of the phrase, while Susan was a deaden blubbery flock.

May laughed. “ Well, I must admit that all this example has gotten my blood flowing. I’m feeling a bit energize, so I think I’m going to accept you wind up the Nox off by eating me out. I won’t force you to rim me tonight, you took your penalization like a good girl and deserve something nice, but I will have you drink the expectant prosperous chaser that I’ve been saving up all night. I know how much you hate the gustatory perception of piss, but I really like making you drink it, so I’m just going to use your mouth anyway. How does that sound, darling ? ”

Though Susan looked positively miserable, her masochistic itch to serve compelled her to dutifully nod. “ It sounds large, ma’am, ” she said tearfully. “ Thank you for the prerogative. I live to serve. ”

“ Wonderful. ” May bow down and kissed the top of Susan’s head. “ I’ll be right back, sweetheart. Don’t go anywhere. ”

May turned to leave without another Son. She could feel Susan’s middle on her hips as she sashayed away, and a quick glance to the side of meat a second before she stepped outside the room revealed her married woman viciously wiping tears from her cheek. May decided to turn over Susan a few second to settle down. A short rift would do her some good. In the meantime, May would put away the riding crop and educate for one last bit of fun before bed.

* * * * *

May and Susan had been married for almost two eld, and the unusual tycoon moral force that had developed while they were dating had only strengthened with meter. By now, May held almost complete control over Susan, to the stage where many of their friends only half-jokingly have-to doe with to her as May’s pet slave. This wasn’t something that just existed in the bedroom. May’s domination touched all aspects of Susan’s lifetime.

A good exercise of this power dynamic would be how, less than two month after the hymeneals, May had decided to lay down their relationship half-open. Susan would be required to outwear her wedding band at all fourth dimension, and was only begrudgingly allowed to temporarily remove it for tasks like showering and cooking, while May pretty much put her ring away for good, nowadays only taking it out for especial affair. Susan accepted the variety without much beyond a token show of protest, of form, and that was easily cured with some heavy bondage, a leather shoulder strap, and an afternoon’s worth of free time.

Soon enough, every other weekend night May would osculate her wife goodnight and head out to one of her front-runner bars. She’d unstrain, get a potable or two, and see if she could bump a man or char who looked like they wouldn’t heed spending the night with her. Sometimes May would total domicile later the next day, usually with a bouncing springtime in her whole step and an extremely graphic narration to narrate Susan over dinner. Sometimes she brought her partner place. That didn’t chance very often, though. May understood that it was key for couples in open kinship to never hide when they slept with other people, and so had declared that Susan’s presence would be required in the bedroom whenever May brought home grownup party. She was to kneel in the corner or at the pes of the bed, wherever she felt worked best, and would remain suitably silent while May enjoyed herself.

It was rare to notice stranger kinky enough to go along with something like that. But those that did often shared May’s sexual sadism, and they seldom needed encouragement to make a appearance of their making love. There was nada May loved more than using these extramarital affairs to humiliate and degrade her wife ; she loved seeing Susan slavish and chaste while she fucked as many men and char as she wanted. She found the ruthlessness deliciously thrilling.

* * * * *

Susan had calmed down by the time May walked back to the bedchamber. She was kneeling with her weapon folded behind her back and her thorax push out, the proper pose for a slave girl waiting for statement, and her expression was one that May found properly apologetic. Her contriteness stiffened when she saw the black marker and digital tv camera May was carrying.

“ Now, beloved, what did you do to deserve being punished ? "

Susan licked her lips. She bowed her head and said, “ You were telling me about the woman you slept with last Night. You had just finished talking about how funny she was, how you felt like you could talk to her for time of day and never stop laughing, and you had just started to excuse the technique she used to work you to orgasm. I … I gave you a dirty look. ”

May waited for her to continue.

“ I was supposed to be attentive and eagre. I should make been excited to know more about the woman you slept with. I wasn’t supportive when I should have been. I earned my punishment through my own selfishness. ”

May hummed a noise of agreement. “ good, I’m glad you understand. And what do you say when your grand wife takes time out of her fussy day to discipline bratty behavior like yours ? ”

Susan lowered her head word to the floor, purposefully sticking out her publicise ass in the mental process. “ Thank you, ma’am. I live to serve. ”

May stepped forward, walking around Susan. “ I’m glad you learned your moral, but I’m not entirely positive that I’ve done sufficiency, ” she said matter-of-factly. “ This isn’t the first off fourth dimension you’ve acted up during one of our little afterparty confab. If I didn’t know skillful, I’d say you’ve been hiding some overjealous thoughts. ”

Susan said nothing. She kept her forehead flat against the carpet and her consistency still. May knelt, uncapped the marker, and wrote the word ‘ fornicatress’across the top of her bare back in spacious, fatheaded letters. May added a cute little heart inside the ‘ U & rsquo ;, mostly because she could.

“ Now, I won’t resent you that. I know that this vista of our relationship has been somewhat voiceless on you. Frustrating would be a in effect Logos for it, wouldn’t it ? I understand your headache. You feel like something has to change before things become unhealthy, yes ? Well, I’ve been thinking through some potential compromises, and one in particular has grown rather appealing. ”

May wrote the Son ‘ fancy woman’across the little of Susan’s back, right wing where a tramp pestle would go. May amused herself by imaging the Scripture made permanent through a tattoo, or more realistically made temporarily perm through a henna tattoo. Either way, she would hump to see how Susan would react to having such a humiliating tattoo on such an easily exposed while of skin.

“ I’m going to suggest something. This isn’t an social club, so you don’t have to do anything I’m about to say, but I want you to cerebrate about it, and keep in mind all the bad doings your jealously has brought on. You’ve already been punished, so don’t think I haven’t forgiven you, but I want you to remember that bad doings before you make any decision. ”

On one cheek went the word ‘ smacking & rsquo ;, the other ‘ ME’. May smiled, then capped the marker and straightened up. She set the marker and tv camera on a nearby dresser and walked around to front Susan, who was still pressing her face against the floor.

“ I’m going to leave the camera here. I’m not going to look at it, advert it, or even acknowledge it exists. sevener days from now, I’m going to check the memory card and see if anybody had taken any pictures. If there are flick, I want to see some very risque pictures of my wife. Pictures of her bare, pictures of her wearing rig so trashy it would fix a whore bloom, film of her offering herself to the camera, pictures of her showing love to the dildos we have lying around. I want these pictures to be as humiliating as possible. I want these ikon to be something that my adorable trivial wife would absolutely hate anyone else to see. Can you hazard what I’ll do with these impression ? ”

May knelt and patted Susan’s headway, like one might pet a dog. While scratching her question, she said, “ I’ll upload them to a private online gallery and institutionalise out links to all my supporter. I’ll impress out transcript and contain them around in my purse, so that I can register them to anyone interested in seeing my beautiful wife. Most importantly, I’ll show them to the sept at the BDSM nine and see if I can get anybody interested in a playdate. Because if I’m allowed to sleep with as many people as I want, why can’t the same go for you ? ”

May stood. Susan kept still and silent, eye on the storey. The seconds passed soundlessly. May waited patiently. Slowly, Susan looked up from the floor, and her expression was unify with equal amounts superfluity, distrust, masochistic foreplay, and hope.

“ Really ? I can kip with other people ? But only after I completely humiliate myself ? ”

“ Yes. That’s the deal. ”

Susan squirmed. “ I … I don’t know what to say. ”

May watched Susan fall silent. She seemed to be struggling with password. May sighed, then knelt and gathered Susan into a hug. Surprised, Susan let herself be held.

“ Don’t mean about disappointing me, ” she whispered into Susan’s ear. “ It’s alright if you don’t want to take this opportunity. I already said that this isn’t an order. This is a selection. How tough are you willing to fight for a truly open relationship ? How serious are you ? I’ll be happy with whatever selection you make. ”

Susan shifted in May’s arm. “ O.K.. Um, I mean yes ma’am. I won’t disappoint you. ”

There was a pause, then, “ I’ll think about it. ”

May smiled. “ That’s all I ask. ”

Then May broke away from the hug as abruptly as she had initiated it. She stepped away, casually stretched her arms, and said, “ Now come to bed with me, love. You still have to eat me out. I really have to pee, so the sooner you get me off the Sooner I can go to the lav. Hop to it, alright ? And remember to smile when you thank me afterwards. You look pretty when you smile. ”

Susan did as she was told. An minute later, the two were asleep in each other’s weapon system, May with a satisfied smiling and Susan with her mouth filled with the dark taste sensation of piss.

* * * * *

Very early on in their relationship, May had forbidden Susan from any and all sexual stimulus that May did not explicitly permission. She had told her then-girlfriend that she didn’t want Susan constantly running off to play with herself. It was a rather transparent excuse, but that hadn’t mattered. May was in charge, so May was the one who decided when and where Susan could be touched. If May forbid Susan from reaching sexual climax for a calendar week, then for a hebdomad Susan was simply not allowed to come.

It was a rule that only worked because Susan was uncoerced to keep abreast along. There was no actual way May could enforce the rule by herself ; if Susan really wanted to, she could swipe off and slip an orgasm without May ever knowing. But Susan had faithfully kept to the rule ever since May had first introduced it. Susan had never once broken it, even when she would bear almost certainly gotten away with it. This unwavering obeisance was a potent symbol of May’s ascendancy over the older woman, and a earn sign that the extremely unconventional nature of their relationship was ultimately consensual.

Susan had been forbidden from touching herself for almost two hebdomad before May’s proposition, and May very pointedly ignored her wife’s increasingly vivid sexual frustration as the days passed by and the countdown trudged forward. The tension wasn’t easier for Susan to bear when May was also in the habit of having Susan eat her out whenever she felt in the modality for some pleasure. She would yell Susan over, take out down her pants and panties, then nonchalantly gild her married woman to get to work. May rarely stopped what she was doing when this happened ; more than once May had gotten the urge for sex while watching Netflix, and not once did her shows ever get paused between the time it took May to bid her Susan over, have Susan bring her to orgasm, and then institutionalise Susan away without another word. Susan found herself attending May’s needs two times a day, sometimes even three.

Susan was horny. There was no former way to put it. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to come. She was going through the day under an almost aeonian swarm of arousal. Nearly every waking hour was spent hyperaware of her own body, spent trying to ignore how desperately her throbbing pussy ached for even the svelte jot, and no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t completely veil her arousal. Her body wanted to fidget and twist under the hot tension constantly thrumming through her physical structure, and she was continually stopping her hands from wandering down towards her sex and nipples, even in public. People at work could tell she was distracted, though not why. One coworker told Susan that she seemed sensitive and on sharpness, and it was all Susan could do to restrain herself from letting anything incriminating slip.

It didn’t help that May was relentless in her demand for Susan’s mouth. Susan couldn’t enumerate the act of clock time she felt her wife’s legs clench down on her head as she came. The breathy moans May made when Susan pushed her to climax were so comrade that Susan could reliably use it to measure the length between her married woman’s orgasms. The flavour and taste of May’s snatch seemed to be all but permanently burned into her creative thinker. Just the heap of May’s trunk was enough to stoke the fire in her core. Her recollective creamy legs, delicate inner thighs, the gentle curve of her hip, the syncope flowery perfume she wore and the sweet raw scent underneath, the closely rise of her ass and the heavy slope of her bosom, it all drove Susan nutcase.

May was clearly amused by the stack of her wife’s sexual frustration slowly boiling over. She didn’t obscure the pleasure she took in denying her wife what she so desperately wanted. In fact, it seemed to encourage her. May showed to a greater extent affection that week than she did the utmost two combined, and much of it came through all sorts of occasional tinge that came whenever Susan was within arm’s reach. These touchy-feely caresses carried weight, because even the soft brush of her deal was enough to will Susan flush and trembling. Teasing cam stroke, gentle kisses, touches that circled around where really Susan wanted to be touched, it was enough to make her lack to scream.

When such a small amount of foreplay would leave her perturbed and on edge, and May was constantly bringing Susan to that sharpness, it was almost inevitable that little lapses in judgement would be made. Sometimes Susan accidentally failed to be appropriately implemental. Sometimes she forgot to use an recognized honorific. Sometimes she let her thwarting leak through the tone of her representative or her body linguistic communication. May’s response was always the same : she would order Susan to disrobe and bend over for some on-the-spot disciplinal embodied penalisation. May kept her punishments varied, switching between the strap and the cane and even the whip, but regardless of the tools used Susan always found the punishment atrocious, humiliating, and unbearably arousing. It had happened five multiplication by the start of the fourth day, and the steady agonise ache of her blush ass just drove her body even further up the rampart. Pain flux with motivation and denied pleasance to shape something excruciatingly wanting.

Through it all the digital camera remained where May had left it. While May never directly called attention to the television camera, she was often going out of her way to leave it unattended, and that did more to remind Susan of its existence than any amount of prodding. Rarely would more than an hr or two go by without Susan thinking about what May wanted, as well as what May would do with whatever pictures Susan took with the camera. Queasy indecision warred with hot lust.

Then, late into the night two day before the deadline, May brought home a man.

This man wasn’t some random stranger picked up at a bar. His name was John, and he was a young and remarkably handsome black man that Susan had heard May speak of many times before. They had met at the BDSM lodge, introduced to one another by a group of mutual friends, and May had found him to be thoroughly enjoyable ship's company. He had a charming way with words, shared many of May’s abnormally uttermost sexual interestingness, and generally seemed to be mortal that May respected.

He had hardly batted an eye when May opened the front threshold, led him into her house, and introduced Susan as her striver wife. When May then told Susan to greet him as she had been trained to recognise her betters, Susan went to her knee and lavished his leather skid with kisses and licks, and John just smiled and let her do what she had been told to do.

They traded small talking while Susan cleaned John’s shoes with her glossa. In that short-circuit conversation, John Lackland proved himself to be unfailingly polite, almost boyishly charming, and capable of getting May to giggle. Susan didn’t get much of a fortune to listen in, however, because May soon snapped her fingers and pointed towards the bedroom. Susan hid her pout as she slunk off, and once inside she stripped off her wearing apparel, knelt in the corner, and settled down for another dark of quiet voyeurism.

A few minutes later, May and John ambled into the bedroom, both already partially unattired. Their shirts were off, May’s bra swing half undone, and Light lipstick kisses dotted the side of John’s jaw. The two locked back talk, the snog deep and long, and eventually broke apart like two plunger surfacing for air. They both stepped back to take off the rest of their clothes, and they both decided to seduce an impromptu show of their stripping. They subtly bent and flexed their bodies as they undressed, each teasingly slow and luxuriating under the other’s athirst eyes. May drank in John’s chiseled bureau like a lioness overlooking a kill, and John’s eye roved across May’s bared breasts and soft stomach with an almost animalistic fervor. Not once did either turn toward the woman kneeling nude in the corner.

They both finished undressing at the same metre. John’s arousal was clear to view, and the sight of his manhood had May’s laser-focused care somehow turn even more sharp, while May’s own excitement was just as obvious to everyone who looked. May held out her mitt, lavatory took it, then let himself be led to the bed.

They started off retard. John slid onto the rag and May pushed her soundbox on top of his. privy was felicitous to lay back and let her creep over his bureau. He held her in his weapon system and peppered her with kisses, and she quickly reciprocated. Their hand teased and caressed each early’s body, exploring each other with their deal. They touched like newlyweds might touch ; shy but eager, ennoble but clamant. They took delight in each other’s spot.

Susan hadn’t seen this before. In other pardner May had shown only bare luxuria. She had fucked them, plain and simpleton. This time, May wasn’t in a precipitation to go straight to the main event.

Their delicate intimacy turned rougher as their desire grew hotter. Their buss became even more ardent, each one loaded with heavy desire and the gaga urge to claim. Hands groped, pinched, and occasionally slapped. Loud masculine moan fuse with airy feminine gasps. Each spurred the other on by whispering their partner’s epithet, and both took joy from the strait of their figure in the former’s voice.

Susan couldn’t yell what they were doing ass, because fucking implied something crass. This was much too intimate to be called that. This was something more than screw, something entirely dissimilar from all the other chamber prospect Susan had been forced to watch. The audio of their rough grunting and moaning, the olfaction of their sweat and musk mix together, the sight of their torso fervently pressing against each other, it stood out from all the other scenes Susan had seen.

Afterwards, when the Night had become just another memory, what would stand out in Susan’s heed were snapshots of the Nox, each range burnt into her memory like a sword. She had spent what felt similar hours watching her wife make honey to another man, and she would never blank out what she saw.

She was between his legs, mouth smoothly bobbing up and down, while he smiled down and softly ran his hands through her long blonde hair. She was on top of him, riding his stopcock with a hand pressed against his chest for Libra the Balance, her greedy smile an bore mirror to his own. He had her pinned beneath him, her back trapped against the bedspread and legs eagerly wrapped around his shank, her hired hand clawing at his book binding while he expertly drove himself forward into her, burying himself to the hilt and pulling back out to only push forward once again, each full-body thrust coming at such a punishingly satisfying gait that she could only wriggle madly underneath him. That was her first orgasm of the nighttime, and it came with such uncivilized howling that John had to involve a pillow and mute her, if only for the rice beer of his own spike.

Then her mouth was back to his crotch, this time kneeling on the sleeping accommodation floor like a charwoman at supplicant, plunging his member in and out of the profoundness of her throat with breast-bouncing effect, his hands threaded through her hair's-breadth while hers playfully cupped and fondled his jewels. He announced his extravasation with an ecstatic moan and a suddenly soaked grip on the slope of her head, all his strong point forcing her pile and keeping her impaled on his cock, and she expertly swallowed everything without breaking flow. A instant later they were back on the bed, now with his head between her legs and her modulate second joint locked business firm around his neck opening, his tongue diving into her deepness with fierce enthusiasm while she cooed and whispered soft encouragement.

Their energy was inexhaustible. They had the bed creaking and groaning like it was something possessed. Susan could only remain in the corner, still and silent, while she watched the two go at it like two love-struck teenagers just discovering sex. She kept thinking that somebody would suit tired and signal an end for the night, but they just kept going. More astoundingly, they kept fucking with just as much exuberance as they did at the get-go.

Watching her wife show so much muscularity and passion for another man, maybe even more than she had ever shown her, was one of the most intensely erotic things that Susan had ever seen. It was deeply degrading, humiliating beyond word of honor, worse than anything she’d ever felt before, and it left her struggling to proceed her mitt away from her dampness, swollen-headed sex.

But all things must derive to an end, and eventually the end approached. It came with May on all fours, her ass in the air and his hired hand pressing her principal against the mattress. Behind her, John’s jackhammer pace slammed into her body like an act of force, slapping his shank against her asscheeks with such force that her hanging tits jiggled in time to the rhythm. Only Saint John’s tight traveling bag on May’s waist kept the two in place. But May wasn’t letting him take make out control ; her hip joint pressed back against his with every thrust, and both her hands were pinching and pulling her own nipples. As Susan watched, whoremonger somehow began to slowly speed up even faster, groaning and gasping as he brought both of them towards one final crashing culmination. Panting breathing space, heaving bureau, pleasure fogging their mind to the tip where cohesiveness failed, it all came together with an astounding explosion of sound and strength. John called out May’s name, May cried out his own, and John shot his final examination shipment straight into May’s pussy.

The two slowed, then stopped. A few present moment were spent panting, just collecting their breath. Some indorsement later, May rolled onto her back, splaying out a soundbox gloriously soaked in salty sweat, and she brought John into her arms. They held each former, and their respiration calmed.

For a good amount of time, the two were perfectly fine with just lying still. fond smiles rose up onto their faces. Snuggling began, and May the little spoonful curled up into John’s wider soundbox. Susan did not stop watching, even as minute after minute of soft secretiveness passed. Her paw did not get anywhere near her own pussy, no matter how badly she wanted to match herself.

The two lovers eventually began to move. whoremaster gingerly stood and left to drive a quick exhibitioner. May lazily stretched, then called Susan over with the same tone of representative one might use to call a wayward dog. Susan crawled to the side of the bed with her head teacher bowed low and her middle on the base. Once there, May stood, patted the bedspread, and told her to lick up the sticky mess their sexual love had left behind.

The disgust that flashed across Susan’s nerve had May grinning. She didn’t bother to hide the pleasure she took in making her wife eat Saint John the Apostle’s cum off the bed, and she eagerly watched Susan’s sour revulsion worsen as she cleaned the sign of their lovemaking from the bed with her tongue. May’s face held a gleeful grin when she then spread her legs and told Susan to suck the ease of St. John’s ointment from her slit, and her eyes flashed with gleeful sadism as Susan reluctantly dug her lingua into May’s channel, her toes curling and eyes crinkling at the taste of what she found inside. Then, because May was a true sadist, she announced that she had to piss. Susan’s mouth would give birth to rent in every drib, and she would only be allowed to withdraw once May gave her permission.

When Saint John came back into the bedroom five moment later, Susan was still kneeling at the side of the bed. Her head was tilted back and her grimace pointed straightforward towards the ceiling, her open mouthpiece was scrunched in bitter disgust, and her Kuki-Chin and chest were wet with trail of disgorge weewee. Her mouth was filled to the brim with May’s urine. john, after May explained what she had done, just laughed and shook his foreland.

Intense ignominy and burning arousal danced across Susan’s face while she watched the two slowly make their way around the room. They lightly chatted as they picked up the clothes John Lackland had so hastily discarded, and May was very insistent that she help Saint John apparel himself. She none-too-subtly marveled over his consistency as she put him back into his apparel, and her lingering touches brought a cocky smiling to toilet’s brim. They traded a few more candy kiss, whispered some sweetness nothings, and left the bedchamber.

In the distance, Susan heard more warm Word passing game between the two. May asked John to arrive back sometimes soon, and John promised he would. Susan heard them return silent as they kissed for another hour, then the look door opened and closed. quiet settled across the house.

A few minute of arc later, May drifted back into the bedroom. Susan was ignored as May picked up her dirty apparel and threw them into the hamper, changed into her pajamas, and then walked out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. Susan sat there and listened to her married woman run the faucet and get down brushing her teeth. Mouthwash was swirled, then spat out. The spigot was turned off. Only then did May homecoming and, now done getting quick for bed, finally gave Susan permission to swallow the piss in her oral cavity.

But, unfortunately for Susan, that wasn’t the end of it. The night did not stop there.

May had Susan crawl up onto the bed, lie down, and stay still while May looped padded leather chasteness around her carpus and articulatio talocruralis. Soon enough Susan was tightly tied spread-eagle, her back against mainsheet still warm and slightly muffle from her wife’s earlier lovemaking. May had Susan test the bondage, and then adjusted the leather until Susan was unable to do much beyond impotently squirm. May then bent down under the bed and came back with a pocket-sized dildo, a hummer vibe, and a promising smile that had Susan quailing.

May took a pillow and laid herself in straw man of Susan’s sex. She made a show of making herself comfortable, squirming and settling into a stance that had her sprawled across the sheets like a tarry model. Susan’s spread pussy was laid out before her, open to anything and everything May could desire to do, and Susan was utterly helpless to resist. fearful anticipation boiled through Susan’s overheated body. Her kitty throbbed and pulsed with the near-overwhelming strength of her arousal, dripping like a tattling faucet as her muscles twitched and trembled against the restraints.

Then May flicked on the vibrator, slowly teased the dildo’s tip against her entrance, and lightly pressed the tip of the hummer vibration next to her clit, close to but not actually touching her hypersensitive nub. Susan keened and bucked, May expertly pulled the toy away to stave off providing too much stimulation, and then went back to lightly poke and prod Susan’s greedy dent, heedless of how much her wife whimpered and whined.

As the night passed, and May mercilessly teased Susan, the cycle soon became cleared : use the toys to build Susan up, bring her to the border of what would surely be an incredibly explosive coming, then stop. May would tilt back and wait a minute or two, maybe entertain herself by digging her penetrative nails into Susan’s very sore pelt, and once Susan had reached a semblance of composure the comb-out would start all over again.

Sometimes one bridge player would expertly rub and flick Susan’s clitoris while the other pumped away at her sex. Never for more than a moment, though, because even a shortsighted mo of this would have Susan rocketing towards the beginning of her culmination. Sometimes May leveraged her considerable skill with the heater vibe, where just the lightest touch could stimulate Susan wailing and thrashing, incoherently begging for Sir Thomas More, promising everything and anything if May would just press down a trivial harder. Sometimes May simply used her fingers, always to devastating issue, and when May switched to another technique she always took the time to angle over and wipe off her hired man on Susan’s font. Soon enough, her face was thickly smeared with a layer of her own rousing, the judicious fragrance of her own twat inescapable.

About halfway through, May got tired of sitting through the increasingly long stint of clock time it took for Susan to tranquillize down. She stood up and left the elbow room, and a minute later came back with a small bucket of ice cubes. The next time that Susan was about to come in, and then cruelly denied right before her sacking, May pressed a chunk of freezing ice against Susan’s clit. Not only did she find her wife’s thrashing and howling hilarious, it forced Susan to cool down in a fraction of the time it had taken before. Now May could go back to teasing her far more quickly, and she threw herself into the edging with a newfound exuberance, Susan cursing and crying all the while.

There was absolutely no chance of Susan actually coming. The two had done this vocal and dance so many fourth dimension throughout their relationship that May could edge Susan in her quietus. She knew Susan’s organic structure practiced than Susan knew her own. May couldn’t count the number of meter she had edged her married woman. Teasing Susan until she became a hot mindless mess, stoking her fires so high school that she became frenzied and wild, edging her so many sentence that she became so utterly desperate for sack that she’d do anything for her climax, it was all practically bit. There was no chance in perdition Susan would hail until May wanted her to come.

No matter how much Susan begged, no matter how surd she struggled against the leather strap keeping her body scatter open, May showed no mercifulness. Susan was teased, Susan was denied, rinsing and repeat.

For what felt like the three dozenth time that night, May pulled her manus away a endorsement before Susan exploded. Susan thrashed and wailed, so overcome with her need for handout that tears streamed down her font. Her flushing face was deep red, her breathing knockout and ragged, and her solid torso was coated in a dilute layer of sweat. Her show was that of a fair sex suffering twisting that stretched the body to its terminus ad quem, and the fact that May had brought Susan to such an extreme with null more than than a few sex toys and her finger's breadth brought warm pride to May’s smile. She looked upon what she had done and judged it good.

A few min later, as Susan finally began to lull down and May started to become bored of Susan’s desperate whining, May rolled off the bed and stood up. Susan stared, all-encompassing eyed and trembling.

“ I have a bit of an announcement, honey. Tomorrow is the finish day before I officially check the camera and see if I can chance any interesting pictures. ”

The sudden change in topic clearly threw Susan off Libra. It took her a few second to mentally link up herself with what May was talking about.

“ I just want to remind you that I’ll be glad with whatever pick you make. I don’t want you to think that I’m trying to tell you what to do. You can do whatever you want. If you want to keep back affair the way they are, that’s fine. If you want to start sleeping with former men and women, that’s cracking. I’ll be happy either way. ”

May opened the end tabular array draftsman and took out a rag. She cleaned the two juice-coated sex plaything while she talked. “ Now, I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before, but when you’re fucking former people ? The rules about orgasm control don’t normally apply. You can select as much pleasure as you want. That’s the altogether point of this, right ? I want you to enjoy your partners just as much as I enjoy mine. You don’t have to, of course. You can do whatever you want. I just want you to urinate sure as shooting you understood all the details of this hypothetical arrangement. ”

May shot Susan a smirk. “ But don’t think I can’t decide to say the rules suddenly do apply. I can do that. But that will only be for extra social function. For the nigh region, I’m perfectly fine letting you decide. If you accept my crack, of course. ”

Susan finished wiping down the sex toy. She knelt and put them back under her bed, then stood straight and added, “ I’m not excessive cruel. I’ll let you have an orgasm three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. after I check the camera, regardless of your conclusion. I just like keeping you squeamish and dire. The face you make is just too precious, you know ? ” May giggled. “ Anyway, I’m going to let you go now, and I don’t think I have to warn you about what will befall if I catch you trying to touch yourself. That’s one of the affair I love about you, sweetie. You know better. ”

Susan nodded, inadvertently rubbing her crimp sweat-soaked tomentum against the bedspread. “ Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am, ” she gasped. “ I won’t disappoint you. ”

“ lovely answer. ” May kissed Susan’s frontal bone. “ good girl. ”

May untied Susan and let her crawling into bed with her. May took Susan into her arm and drifted off to sleep, eagerly looking forward to the next day, while Susan remained awake, tossing and turning as secure she could within her wife’s embrace, uncomfortably horny and hyperaware of her wife’s body touching her own. She eventually fell asleep, but not before spending half the night grappling with her unbearable foreplay, as well as the choice she knew she had to make.

* * * * *

At the end of the next day, May had Susan strip naked and kneel beside her part chair while she loaded the photographic camera’s retentivity circuit card into the computer. She did not show surprise when she found it filled with dozens and dozens of pictorial matter. May went through them all, carefully reviewing each like an creative person judging a competitor’s work, loudly commentating on what she did and did not like. Susan listened to her with red-faced embarrassment.

There were delineation of Susan worshipping remarkably anatomically-correct dildos with her mouth and tongue, pictures of her spreading her stage and offering her pussy to the camera, pictures where she held such sultry manifestation that she practically radiated lust. There were close-up shot of her pussy, and May cooed at the sight of the delightfully puffy mound that drooled with desperate arousal. There were wax consistency portrayal of Susan playfully posing with a riding harvest, each with her ass tilted out to show off the bruising that covered it. There were even a few particularly spicy characterization where Susan wore candy-red senior high school heels, fishnet stockings, and both violet dirty money short pants and a pink harvest top that were so tight they looked ready to break open. But what May found almost entertaining was how Susan, in absolutely every single photo, was holding out her own driver’s license, as if she had truly wanted to ensure her indistinguishability went without any doubt.

“ You’re a beautiful char, ” May told Susan. She scratched the top of Susan’s principal, just like she would a dog. “ I think the hombre at the order will really get a kick out of these moving picture. I’ll puddle sure to indicate them to as many hoi polloi as I can. ”

Susan remained still, but from the flavour on her face May knew that she wanted to wrestle. That had her grinning.

“ Don’t worry, dear. You’ll get what I’ve promised to give you. In fact, I’ve already been talking with some of the higher-ups at the cabaret. I didn’t know if you would accept my fling, so I couldn’t make any concrete promises, but I could still put out antenna. Now that I know you said yes ? Well, now we can make your special orgasm something of a party. ”

May leaned over and wrapped Susan in a one-armed hug. Susan leaned into her touch, silently accepting May’s praise, even as she watched May transfer the characterisation from the memory notice to a folder labeled ‘ For Uploading Online’.

“ leash days, ” May promised. “ All you have to do is wait three mean solar day and you’ll get everything you’ve been promised. ”

“ Thank you, ma’am, ” Susan whimpered. “ Thank you for letting me dish you. ”

* * * * *

The man knocked on the doorway. May opened it a short bit later, and she greeted him with a cheery smiling and a short hug. “ Mitch, so good of you to make water it ! I didn’t know if you were going to make it. You’re sort of late. ”

“ Yeah, sorry. Trouble with traffic. Believe me, I wouldn’t miss this for the world. ”

May nodded. “ I understand, don’t headache. Come on in. ”

May let Mitch through, then bumped the door shut with her hip. sex conversation drifted through the entry’s hallway. The part were all noticeably male. As May led Mitch into her mansion, heading down the hallway and finisher to the source, a rhythmic noise could be heard. It was a heavy, meaty speech sound, unmistakably that of shape slapping against flesh.

“ Do you want something to drink ? ” May asked. “ There’s already snack and some pop set up in the kitchen if you want it. ”

“ Oh, sure, I’ll have some later. Thank you. ”

Underneath the chatter, beyond the rhythmical slapping, was grunting. There was the audio of a man obviously enjoying himself, yet beneath that lied something sharply muffled and feminine. Something very heavily gagged.

“ Everyone else is already here, ” May said. She gestured towards the exposed archway. “ They’re in the living elbow room. You can just jump in and get together the party. ”

“ Sure, thanks, ” Mitch said. He hurried forward excitedly. May waited a few moments, then trailed after him.

The living way was a remarkably large room, but it still seemed cramped with the twenty or so men packed inside. They stood in small clusters, everyone casually chatting with one another, some in several degree of undress, and though there may not stimulate been too practically elbow room they all still put plenty of space between them and Susan in the center of the room. Not including the man currently using her, of course.

Susan was bent over a pad work bench, face down and ass up, and everything above her waist was completely hidden underneath what could only be described as a form-fitting leather sack. The stocky material completely sheathed her organic structure, enclosing her within such constrictively skintight incasement that the sackful had obviously been designed with her specific body in mind. A near-ludicrous number of straps were wrapped around the sacque and the bench, leaving her thoroughly tied down and utterly incapable of moving. In contrast, the only thing that bound her bare pegleg were a pair of chummy metal hamper latched to tie-down riding horse on the flooring. They kept her spread almost painfully all-embracing, kept her open and available to anyone who might need to use her. Such as the man who was now pounding her in the ass.

May caught the attention of one of the men. He broke costless from the bunch and walked over to her. “ How’s the party going, Al ? ” She asked.

“ Pretty good, ” Al said. “ Everyone’s having a fun clip. I’d say about three fourth part of the guy have used her at least once, a few twice. We’re pacing ourselves pretty well. Kinda have to with so many guys waiting their round, you know ? ”

The man fucking Susan sped up. His thrusts became urgent, almost punishingly so. His dick punched in and out of her dickhead so fast his balls slapped her twat, a thick meaty sound that filled the room, set to a Hz that was quickening as he approached his climax. After two dozen more of these painfully intense thrusts, the man finally finished within her. Panting, yet very satisfied, the man pulled himself dislodge and stepped away from the elbow room’s heart and soul, dressing himself as he went.

With the man out of the way, May could now see Susan’s body. Each of her maw were thickly slathered and filled with so much come that they were dripping from sheer overflow. A make water had already formed beneath her, within the dog bowl carefully positioned below ; that pool could easily have been the upshot of 15 or more men. Her asscheeks were untouched by the whiten ooze, but they were both beaten red, with cane sucker and handprints evenly distributed across each cheek.

Mitch stepped up and took the former man’s place. He dropped his gasp, slipped free from his boxers, lined himself up with Susan’s kitty-cat, and then fucked her difficult and fast. There wasn’t any love or intimacy in what he was doing. Nothing even implied that he was thinking of the girl buried beneath the leather. He simply fucked her, mindlessly enjoying himself with her body, like she was nada Sir Thomas More than a lifesize sex toy.

“ Susan having fun ? ” May asked.

“ Sure, sure. The miss’s been lively, though she’s starting to slow down some. ” Al scratched his boldness. “ She’s already fare about five times, I think. Those are just the ones we caught, might be more. Right now ? She seems to just be trying to settle in for the long haul. ”

Al nodded to himself. After a few seconds of thought, he added, “ You know, all this really took me and the guys by surprise. You and Susan have been hanging around the club for years, you know ? We’d never expect the two of you to suddenly do something like this. ”

“ Yeah. You can tell we’re trying something new, huh ? ”

Al glanced at Susan’s bound physical structure. It was lying still beneath Mitch’s relentless thrust, hardly twitching despite the intensity level of his ravishment. Yet, if one were to focus in and hear, one might suppose they could almost learn her ragged groaning and choked whimpers underneath the leather. Maybe even the episodic moan.

“ I can recount, ” he said dryly.

“ We’re trying out a new sort of open kinship, ” May explained. “ A bit of an experiment, you know ? I want to see what will bechance if I let the two of us both fool around with other the great unwashed. I get some say in the matter, of course. I mean, I said I’d let her sleep with other guy rope, and it’s just like I told her. Maybe not exactly what she initially expected, but still. ”

“ You don’t think she saw the twist ? ”

“ Of course she did, ” May laughed. “ She knows me. It’s not like she didn’t pick up the clue when I strapped her onto the Bench this morning. ”

Al nodded again. After a few instant of quiet, May said, “ I’m about to head back on a higher floor. John and I were just about to get our own little party started. bind the fort, okay ? shuffle sure everyone has a good time. ”

“ You can count on me, May. get a skilful time with your boyfriend. ”

May clapped his shoulder, then stepped away. She walked around the room, circling the bench and approaching Susan from her face’s side. May kneeled next to Susan’s leather-encased head.

“ Hey, sweetie, ” May whispered. “ How are you doing ? ”

Susan faintly jerked underneath the leather. She grunted and groaned, the closest thing to speech she could get while so extensively gagged. With such rigorous bondage, Susan couldn’t move much at all, even when she was obviously struggling as hard as she could against the leather bag and the straps.

May ran a paw across the top of Susan’s question, petting her through the leather, while her early hand wrapped around to give her shoulder an encourage squeeze. “ Ah, poor child, ” she softly crooned. “ It’s alright, honey. You’re doing a grand job. The hombre are having a lot of fun. ”

On one end, Mitch continued to have his way with Susan’s body. On the other, Susan whined and squirmed as best she could. It wasn’t much, all matter considered. May leaned down and planted a osculate across the leather where the poll of Susan’s headspring would be. “ I know, I know. It’s yobo. Just hang in there, okay ? They’ve told me that you’ve been one of the best piffling fucktoys they’ve ever had. In the top five, easily. You got ta keep it up. You wouldn’t want to disappoint them, would you ? They came all this way for the party. They’re all so excited to fuck you. ”

May paused. “ Well, I’m about to head up and spent some time with John. It’ll only be an hr, maybe an hr and a half. I’ll think about letting you go once I’m done, okay ? The hombre should be wrapping up by then. ”

Mitch groaned as his shtup intensified. The concluding dozen thrusts pounded hard into Susan’s body, violent strikes that had Susan grunting in bother. The man released a intemperate hiss as he spurted into Susan’s body. Then, after a light pause, the man unsheathed himself. gunk dripped out her twat, and Susan mewled pitifully.

“ Now, now, none of that. There’s still plenty more waiting their round. And we’re saving all their come, so you’ll have a dainty creamy treat to reckon forward to alongside the feeding bottle of fresh weewee. Something to look forward to, hm ? ”

Susan made a haphazardness that could have been a grunt or a sob. Still, when the next men walked up and plunged himself into her endorse transition, the squeak that escaped Susan’s lip couldn’t be mistaken for anything but a phone of pleasance. Reluctant and dishonour, but pleasure nonetheless.

“ Well, you look like you’re having a good time, ” May said cheerfully. “ I’ll leave you to it, alright ? Try to reckon the number of shaft, if you can. That’ll be a fun number to convey up at parties. ”

After one hold out articulatio humeri squeeze, May stood up and walked away. Susan grunted and groaned behind her as the man started to vigorously lbf. into her backside, but May paid her no aid. She headed out the livelihood room and into the hallway, aimed toward her bedroom. John was waiting for her there. She was looking forward to the pleasance that they had planned. She knew it would be even better knowing that, just a few rooms away, Susan was having her own fun and secret plan. bound, gagged, all those men having their way with her one at a time, Susan could look forward to only mindless fucking. can had something a little more intimate than that for her, something cutter and loving.

May grinned. She was really enjoying this loose relationship of theirs. She’d had to share Susan more often.