When she woke, sunlight was streaming into the room through the curtains that were only half drawn. Somehow, in the gently light of morning, what had been fun if unusual, was kinky. She was more conscious than ever of the inserts and attachments to her body. She was also aware of an almost overpowering need to urinate. The door opened. A woman (THE woman? or another?) entered. She was naked. “It continues..!” flashed through the bound woman’s brain. She had hoped (feared?) it was over. She watched the new female with interest. More interest than she could have shown last weekend! The woman was a natural red head. Her furry bush was a deep mahogany, slightly darker than the burnished curls that framed her face. She had a full, sensuous mouth which hinted at pleasures as yet unknown. Her breasts were pale, with full aureola. The nipples were crinkled up, a reaction to the sight on the bed and the air around them. The furry bush hiding her pussy looked soft and set off her long legs to perfection. Without words, the woman came and sat on the bed. She released the strap from the front of the leather belt and gently grasped the half of the dildo inserted in the woman’s asshole. Slowly, she began to pull it out. The rim of the stretched hole followed the progress of the shaft outward. Finally, with at POP! and a sigh, the head was removed from the well-used back chute. Then, never lifting her eyes from the captive cunt before her, the red head began to withdraw the other end. The pussy lips were held wide open by the fake cock crammed into the body on the bed. Drops of oil were visible in the pussy hair. She seemed mesmerized by the sight of the huge pseudo cock disappearing into the pussy before her.
The red head sat staring at the crotch of the bound woman. “please,” she whispered, ” I have to go to the bathroom …” The seated woman looked up. “In a minute, you may. But first I want to get this dildo out of you.” She began to rotate the dildo inserted into the pussy. The captive woman arched her back, bringing her hips off the bed. Her hands, still attached to the belt at her waist, clenched and unclenched in a futile effort to stop the motion. “No more, please, I have to … I need to go to the, oh, stop, please …” the woman had placed her mouth over the clit just above the latex monster inside the pliant female. She began to suck hard! Without warning, with one smooth motion she quickly extracted the fake cock from the captive cunt. Again the bound female’s hips tried to follow the cock as it withdrew from her pleasure ravaged body. Then she was helped to her feet and guided to the toilet. She gingerly lowered herself onto the porcelain throne and with relief felt the rush of liquid into the bowl. She closed her eyes and sighed with the release of tension. Her eyes snapped open as the red head leaned close and with some soft toilet paper gently dried her pussy. The a commercial douche box was removed from underneath the sink. She could see that it had a musk scent to it. The redhead opened the box and removed the disposable douche still in it’s plastic wrapper. The plastic crackled and snapped as she opened it and removed the bottle. She firmly took the nozzle in her left hand and pulled it open. Then she leaned over and played the nozzle over the pussy lips and clit of the woman on the pot. Carefully the spout was inserted and she watched as the other woman squeezed the liquid out of the bottle and into her vagina. The solution was cold! It was a strange feeling to watch another woman give her a douche. Always before it had been a perfunctory task prior to sex with her husband. She had never realized how g-o-o-d it could feel! After her morning ablutions(!), she was taken back to the bedroom. Her wrists were released and the leather strap at her waist removed. A short robe was handed to her. She put it on, and immediately started tugging at the hem! The edge of the robe just covered her pubic area. The lower part of her ass cheeks were visible and flashed enticingly as she walked. She hadn’t felt so free in ten years. The redhead directed her to the kitchen with a smile. “I will join you in a moment.” She entered the kitchen and saw the table already set for a breakfast for two. Coffee was dripping and the sun poured into the corner of the room used for eating. All in all it was a pleasant morning scene. Two? where was her husband? She jumped as the woman came up behind her and placed a hand on one naked globe under the robe. “Come eat, or should I say eat and come?” The redhead grinned, and she allowed a faint smile in appreciation of the pun. “It is all ready. You have been such a good sport, your husband and I have planned a special day for you. My name is Robin. Why don’t you sit down?” The woman sat down at the table, and Robin placed a large steaming mug of coffee in front of her. It was black, just as she liked it. Her husband had been doing some talking. “Did he tell you my name?” she asked a little hesitantly. “No, last night we were both strangers. Equals, so to speak. Would you like to tell me your name?” “My name, my name is Joanna. I’ve never played games like that before. I have fantasized about playing them, to be honest even WANTED to, but I never got up the courage to ask him to play. Where is he?”
“Gone. He won’t be back until dark. We have the entire day to ourselves. We are going to have fun today. Have you ever made love woman to woman?” Robin asked. “No,” Joanna’s answer was short, and the slight frown spoke volumes. Robin could see that a slow and careful introduction was in order. It was one thing to have it done to her when Joanna was bound, but Robin wanted Joanna to crave a woman’s touch almost as much as Joanna craved a man’s touch. Robin set the plates down on the table, sat down and began to eat. Joanna looked at the food on her plate and pushed it around listlessly with her fork. “How does my husband know you? Robin, are you having an affair with him?” “No, but I’d like to have one with you! The only time your husband and I have touched, has been in your presence, we were both touching you at the time! I approached him, because I wanted you. Believe me, he is secondary to this. I want to be your friend and lover, and this seems to be his fantasy. Will you let me?” Robin turned on the charm. She really was looking forward to introducing this woman to the delights of sexual play from a woman’s point of view. It was also true that she had approached the husband in hopes of “getting the girl”. “Maybe.” Joanna finished her coffee and stood up. “I am going to get dressed.” “Why? We aren’t going anywhere. I’ll come with you.” Robin rose and followed Joanna back to the bedroom. On entering the room, Robin closed the door behind her and rested with her back against it. Joanna stood in the center of the room and looked at the bed. Robin dropped her robe and walked over to stand just behind Joanna. Robin placed her hands on Joanna’s shoulders and gently started to rub in a circular motion. Joanna jumped, and then closed her eyes as she willed herself to relax. She had fantasized about this, now was her chance. She would deny this woman nothing. If, after today, she chose not to repeat the experience, at least she had tried it. “If you take your robe off, I can rub your back and legs with lotion, ” Robin’s breath was warm in her ear. “lie down on the bed. I’ll be right back.”
Joanna moved to the bed and took off her robe. She laid the robe at the foot of the bed and stretched out face down. She lay with her head pillowed on her crossed arms and her face towards the bathroom door. She could see Robin looking over the various lotions she kept on the vanity. Robin selected a jasmine scented lotion and returned to the bedroom. She warmed some in her hands and began to smooth it on Joanna’s back. Joanna relaxed as she felt the wonderful sensations emanating from Robin’s practiced hands. She could feel the fingers working the muscles and finding knots Joanna didn’t even know she had. Robin’s hands gently brushed the sides of her breasts and stopped just short of her exposed derriere. As Robin worked on her, Joanna allowed her eyes to close. Robin shifted and started the process on Joanna’s legs. Working close to Joanna’s bush, but never actually touching the soft hair or the folds it enclosed. Robin patiently worked each leg thoroughly, and massaged Joanna’s feet and toes. She poured more lotion into her hands and began to work her way back to the top of Joanna’s thighs. Robin watched Joanna closely for her reaction to the hands rubbing to enticingly close to her ass and pussy. Robin had yet to touch the most sensitive places on her. As her hands got closer and her fingertips brushed the fold where the pale white ass joined Joanna’s leg, Joanna murmured and shifted her legs wider. Robin lightened her touch and began stroking softly along the crease at the top of each thigh. Joanna felt her pussy juices start as Robin expertly relaxed her muscles. This felt WONDERFUL. She allowed herself to totally forget that this was a woman. It just felt good. As Robin worked on her, a slow heat began to spread itself out from her pussy. She wanted to feel Robin touch her moist wetness. She wanted to feel fingers in her snatch, and tickling at her asshole. She wanted to feel a tongue invade her pussy and tease her nether lips. Joanna murmured again and spread her legs a little more. She felt Robin move to position herself in the vee of her opened legs. Fingertips gently pulled her outer cuntlips apart and traced the outline of the more delicate, inner lips. Long, feminine nails lightly scratched the soft skin between her anus and pussy. Fingers gently massaged the area around her pussy entrance, spreading the juices that were starting to leak from her hot hole. Softly they traced up and down over the few stray hairs. Then the fingers gently, so gently, opened her inner cuntlips. She felt Robin’s breath as the other woman blew softly on the sensitive moist, inner parts. Joanna felt a tongue lightly lick around the outside of her sheath. Then the tongue laved the area between her inner and outer lips. Her hips were starting to wriggle. She wanted that tongue inside her pussy. She wanted to come! Robin stopped. “Turn over, Joanna. Let me do your front now.” she said. “Oh, no, don’t stop now, Robin, please, not now!” “Turn over, Joanna.” Implacable.
Joanna turned to expose her breasts, belly and pussy to Robin. Robin hadn’t moved and she was forced to spread her legs or lie in an uncomfortable position. She watched as Robin poured an oil into the palm of her hand. After warming it, Robin began to spread it on her belly and work her way up to Joanna’s breasts. She rubbed it around each breast never actually advancing onto the breast. Finally when almost all the oil had been worked into the supple skin, Robin dragged her fingertip across first one nipple and then the other. Joanna felt the flick on each tit. Then she felt the skin around her nipples lightly pinched. Her pale globes were cupped by moist, warm palms. Joanna looked up into Robin’s eyes. Passion simmered in their green depths. She looked back down and followed Robin’s motions as she felt the crinkly skin around her nipples. Her breasts were kneaded and rubbed in ever widening circles until the whole breast had been worked. Robin took the tip of each nipple between thumb and forefinger and stretched her tits away from her chest. Joanna felt sparks start to flicker in her nipples. Her breasts had never been very sensitive, except when she was pregnant. The prolonged attention was building a matching need for attention between her legs. She could feel Robin’s amused gaze as she gasped with delight when her left tit was allowed to snap back. The right was released and her hips jerked. Robin grinned and said, “I think I should hold you down! If you buck for that, it’ll be a wild ride when I start to lick and suck your tits!” Joanna grinned back. “Whatever you feel you need to do, Robin. Anything you want!” Robin pressed her tits between Joanna’s legs and took one nipple into her mouth. Her left fingers rolled the free nipple and stretched and pinched it. Electric sparks shot through Joanna as Robin’s teeth grazed the tit tip in her mouth. The mouth on her tit started sucking hard, pulling her nipple deep into the other’s mouth. The other tongue laved the crinkly aureola and pushed at the nipple. Then the process was reversed. Robin’s mouth came down on the other nipple and her hand worked on the one still wet where her mouth had been fastened. Joanna could feel Robin’s tits pressed tight into the vee of her crotch. She spread her thighs a little wider and pressed lightly upward. Then she started a fucking motion to rub Robin’s breasts with her pussy mound. As good as that felt to Robin, Joanna got the best of it. Her motions stimulated her clit and soon she was gasping with delight. Robin slid down Joanna’s body, never lifting her fingers from contact with Joanna’s skin. Her fingers played through the curls of the brunette bush covering the pussy she had every intention of tasting. Joanna felt fingers push her hair aside from the folds of her outer lips. She felt wet, and empty! She felt lips fasten onto her clit and begin to suck. The hard little button quivered as teeth grazed it and a tongue pressed it back into her pubic bone. The tongue swirled around the clit and flicked at it playfully. Fingers gently parted the outer pussylips and massaged the inner ones. One finger dipped into the dripping wet hole in the center and spread the moisture among the inner folds. Then a second time, and the wetness was spread around her brown rosette. Her asshole started to bloom with the attention. A third time, this time the wetness on Robin’s finger was thrust into Joanna’s open mouth. Joanna sucked a little tentatively. She had never tasted her own juice before. Again, and this time when it was offered, Joanna tasted eagerly.
Satisfied with her progress, Robin turned her attention more closely to the pussy and clit under her mouth. She inserted her middle and index fingers into Joanna’s pussy and sucked hard on the darling little clit in her mouth. Joanna felt the invasion of the two fingers and started to rotate her hips. She wanted more! She wanted to be filled, she wanted to come! The mouth on her clit was exciting her more and more. It sent pulsing waves through her pelvis and radiating into her ass. Robin worked her fourth fingertip until it was against the puckered rosette that was Joanna’s anus. Gently she pressed against the hole that had been so stretched and abused last night. Her fingertip met little resistance. Joanna felt the tip slide into her anus. Then pressure, as a little more of Robin’s finger entered her puckered hole. She couldn’t concentrate. Robin’s tongue and fingers in her pussy, a finger in her ass. Joanna closed her eyes. The tongue on her clit was replaced with the thumb of her other hand, and Robin began to taste the juices dripping from Joanna’s pussy. She withdrew her fingers and stuck her tongue as far into Joanna’s cunt as possible. Making a point, she rubbed the sheath walls with the tiny little cock that was her tongue. Joanna gasped and wriggled with pleased surprise. “Oh! That’s so, ummmmmm, good! Deeper!” Robin responded by pressing her face into Joanna’s cunt and sticking her tongue as far as it would go into the quivering depths of pussy. Then she began to push it in and out in imitation of a tiny cock. Joanna felt pressure on her sphincter. Then a second finger joined the one working it’s way into her ass. Pressure as they were pressed deeply in, stretching as they were pulled slowly out. In, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in rythm with the tongue in her cunt. She felt her orgasm building, filling her with the need to cascade over the edge and follow wherever the sensations took her. Her thighs quivered and shook. Her belly rippled with the effects of the thumb on her clit. The fingers were removed from her ass. A small round object was pressed against her asshole. Pressure, and then it slipped inside. A string trailed out her hole. Another small round object, slightly larger than the first held against her anus. Pressure, and then it also entered her anal passage. More string. Again, this smooth object a bit larger than the second. This one took more pressure, but the tongue inside her cunt encouraged cooperation, and it too went in with no problem. A fourth one, and then a fifth. A tug on the string snugged that last ball inside her rectum against the sphincter. The tongue in her pussy kept moving and licking. Teeth came down around her pussy just her orgasm finally exploded. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her muscles. Timed perfectly, just as she started coming, Robin began pulling the beads out of her ass. Each one came out with a popping sound, increasing the intensity of Joanna’s pleasure. Spent, Joanna looked at Robin with new eyes. “Teach me to do that to you,” she whispered. “Teach me,” Joanna whispered. Beads of sweat glistened between her breasts adding a luminescent sheen to her sun bathed skin. Robin knelt between her splayed legs and smiled down at her. “Oh I will! Believe me, you WILL be taught, but I think your husband wants to watch that part. Besides, just do to me what I do to you! It’s easy.” “Come on, Jo, let’s get a shower.”
The two women headed for the large glassed in shower in the master bath. Soon, only shapes were visible in the fog generated by the hot water. The steam covered the mirrors and swirled under the closed bathroom door. The glass enclosing the tiled shower was opaque except where drops of water clung to it and traced outlines as they rolled down the shielding surface. Joanna took the bar of soap and knelt in front of Robin. A shy smile illuminated her face. “Let me wash you first,” she said. Carefully Joanna soaped the tops and sides of Robin’s feet. Then one at a time she took them into her hands and tenderly washed between the toes and the soles. Solemnly she started on Robin’s legs, working the soap into a rich lather. First the left, then the right. Joanna admired Robin’s legs. The soft flesh of her thighs felt like silk to Joanna’s wet fingers. When she reached the tops of Robin’s thighs, Joanna rose and started on Robin’s arms, back, and shoulders. As much as she wanted to touch the curly, red pubic hair and explore the perky tits on Robin’s chest, Joanna was also enjoying the slow buildup to sexual heat. And heat is exactly where both women knew it was going! Joanna rubbed both her hands on the bar of soap and then placed it on the shelf. Tentatively, she placed both palms lightly against the pointed nipples in front of her. Then she looked up, deep into Robin’s eyes. Slowly she started to rotate her palms counter-clockwise. Robin’s lovely green eyes widened just a little as the circular motion stimulated her tits. Encouraged, Joanna took the tip of one nipple between thumb and fore- finger and squeezed. Her other hand kept massaging the other nipple. Joanna stroked and caressed each breast. Carefully she weighed each breast in her hands. She cupped her palms over the aureola, and allowed the nipples to peak out between her fingers. Breaking eye-contact, she allowed the water to rinse the soap off her hands and Robin’s chest.
Joanna retrieved the bar of soap and began stroking it like a man’s cock. Then she leaned forward and very carefully and a little shyly, took one tit into her mouth. Joanna took her time, enjoying her first taste of female tit flesh. Then, never releasing the tit on which she was sucking, she began to rub the bar of soap between Robin’s legs. Robin spread her legs wider and leaned against the shower wall. Water played warmly on Joanna’s back as she worked the soap into the folds of Robin’s cunt. First the outer lips, then the tender inner lips were parted and laved by the large bar of soap. Robin felt a thumb working on her already slightly extended clit. Joanna pressed the bar of soap towards the pussy opening and stopped just at the entrance. Tenderly she licked the nipple in her mouth and rubbed her tongue around the aureola. Then she started to graze it lightly with her teeth. Robin gasped and wiggled a little. The combined sensations of slippery soap on her pussy, the fingers on her clit, and the wet suction on her nipples was arousing her quite thoroughly. Just as Joanna brought her teeth across the bud in her mouth with a little more force, she abruptly shoved the bar of soap deep into Robin’s pussy! Robin lurched and moaned. Joanna smiled around the nipple she was suckling. Keeping the slick bar of soap deep in the redhead’s cunt, Joanna switched her attention to Robin’s other breast. She held the soap in with her fingers and used her thumb to stimulate the stiff, little clit. Robin moaned again as Joanna flicked her clit, and pressed the soap deeper at the same time. Robin’s hips started to buck in time to the sucking motion on her tit. Joanna placed her free hand between her own legs and shoved two fingers into her own twat just as the shower door swung open. The man stood in the swirling steam, eyes riveted to the panting, wriggling females before him. Joanna was too busy to notice the arrival of her husband. Robin stared at him with eyes glazed with lust, but he was sure she didn’t see him. Her pelvis was bucking against his wife’s hand and he could see Joanna’s thumb working on Robin’s clit. Joanna twisted the fingers in her pussy and frantically pumped them in and out, matching her motions to Robin’s. She pressed the soap into Robin’s sopping wet cunt and bit down on the nipple she was sucking. With a frantic moan Robin began bearing down with her hips, trying to drive the soap bar where she needed it most. As Joanna increased the light pressure on the nipple between her teeth, Robin squealed and bit her lips. Great shudders of orgasmic pleasure rippled through her body. Spent, she sagged into the corner of the shower, eyes closed. Joanna jumped at the sound of her husband’s voice, “That was quite a show ladies. Get rinsed off and join me in the bedroom. I have some surprises for you.” Joanna and Robin followed him into the bedroom. Laid out on the bed were some coiled, leather straps and two large boxes. Joanna bit her lip. Robin just watched him expectantly. “Sit, Joanna,” her husband commanded. When she complied, Robin took one of the piles of coiled leather and walked around the bed until she was behind Joanna. Joanna jumped as two horizontal pieces of leather were fitted over her breasts. One band ran just above her nipples. The other paralleled it just below them. She shivered as the buckles were fastened between her shoulder blades. The metal was cold! A dividing strap ran vertically in the slight valley between her breasts. Joanna watched apprehensively as a third strap was fitted to her slender waist. She had an idea what that was for. Two slender chains were clipped to a small ‘D’ ring set into the leather at the small of her back. She could feel the cool links as they hung, freely caressing her naked buttocks.
Robin returned to face Joanna. She took each strapped-in, rosy nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinched hard enough to make Joanna wince. Then placing her hands so that they fully covered the captive tits, she pushed hard enough to flop Joanna onto her back. “Stay like that,” Robin instructed. Joanna stared up at the ceiling and listened to the conversation between her husband and Robin. “Shall we fill her asshole, pussy, or both?” asked Robin. “Not both, we may want to stuff something into her body while we are out,” came the reply from her husband. “The question is which hole would make the most impression on her?” “Well,” Robin said slowly, “unless we strap it in, anything we put in her pussy might fall out if she moves around much. If we fill her pussy now, we can make sure it stays filled. We can leave her panties off and then if we decide to stuff her ass all we have to do is bend her over any cunt-high surface and lift her skirt. Sound good?” Joanna’s eyes shut tightly in horror as she listened to them. “Oh, no, no, you won’t humiliate me in public. I won’t let you. I refuse! This has gone far …,” her angry cries trailed off as she saw her husband lift the leather wrapped switch from the night stand. “Refusal, Joanna? Turn over,” he said. “NO!” Robin grabbed Joanna’s wrists and wrestled her over onto her belly. Bracing herself against the far side of the bed, Robin stretched Joanna taut. Joanna heard a swish and then THWACK! the switch landed squarely across the pale moon of her ass. “OUCH!” Swish, THWACK! “Oh, cut it out! Owwwww!” Joanna began to struggle. The harder she struggled, the harder the switch came down on her bare ass. She stopped struggling and just writhed as the stinging of the crop on her as became more pronounced. “Ohhhhh, please, stop, I’ll do anything, any, ow, thing just stop, OW! Ah, ow!” Joanna’s hips bucked and flinched with each stripe laid across her buttocks by the whippy crop. Her husband wielded it firmly, laying 10 welts across her pale globes. Tears streamed down Joanna’s face as the stinging ache grew and penetrated deeply into her lower body. She twisted and writhed, straining to clasp her captive hands to her butt and rub her reddened ass cheeks. Robin released her grip and Joanna clapped her hands to her well warmed ass and moaned. She rolled to her back and rubbed her buttocks trying to assuage the stinging pain. “Joanna! look at me,” it was her husband. “Each refusal will cost you 5 stripes. From now on compliance is the only acceptable course of action. Do you understand?” Joanna nodded.
Upon instruction, she released her hold on her ass and placed her clasped hands behind her neck. She lifted her knees and placed her heels on the edge of the bed. Then, reluctantly, slowly, she spread her knees as wide as possible to allow free access to her vulnerable pussy. Joanna felt her face flush with embarrassment. She was required to keep her eyes open and observe each move Robin and her husband made. She saw Robin hold the mirror and angle it to give her an excellent view as her husband spread her pussy lips to check for lubrication. She could feel his hands spreading her cunt lips and see the same action in the mirror. She watched him dip one finger in her hole and jumped as she felt it at the same time. Joanna watched as he opened the tube of K-Y jelly and smeared some on the ends of three fingers. She saw (felt!) her pussy lips spread, and felt (saw!) the fingers enter her and smear her hole with the lubricant. Round and round the K-Y was rubbed, all three of his fingers disappearing full length into her hole. She watched him add a fourth and squirmed as he tried to fit his thumb inside her as well. She moaned and wriggled as he formed a fist and pushed against her opening. Her hole stretched “Unnn,” she moaned. It stung! She sighed with relief as he removed his hand. Her eyes widened when she saw him pick up a thick dildo and set it’s head against the opening to her cunt. It was the thickest fake cock she had ever seen! It was ribbed to simulate the real thing, but nothing that thick had ever been attached to real man, had it? He began to push it into her cunt and she watched it disappear into her own pussy, feeling every inch! She could see her nether lips thin as they stretched to accommodate the intruder. She could feel the tightening as the dildo was twisted and shoved deeper into her body. Finally, all 7 inches were securely inside her and Joanna could see the small ring set into the otherwise flat base of the dildo. Both light chains were pulled up and through the ring in the base of the dildo and fastened to the ‘D’ on the front of the strap. On command she rolled over onto her belly. Joanna felt the chains detached from the ‘D’ ring on her back. One at a time they were pulled tighter, forcing the dildo higher and deeper into her twat. Then they were refastened, one each side of her waist. She could feel the split chains framing her punished ass cheeks. It left easy access to her asshole for whatever amusement her tormentors could devise. She felt her ass cheeks parted and a generous glob of jelly massaged into her puckered rosette. A smooth cylinder was inserted and pressed deeply into her rectum. She felt it slide into her greased anal passage and then it was yanked out. A second huge blob of K-Y was squeezed onto her asshole and a second, larger, smooth cylinder was shoved into her rectum, taking the greasy jelly with it. Both lubrications were done quickly, stretching her asshole and ensuring that it was well-greased and opened for the evening. She stood on command, the larger cylinder still in her ass, and tears came to her eyes as small nipple clamps were applied to her tits. Looking down at her tits and the torturous little devices causing a dull ache in her nipples, she could see the end of the crop trailing between her feet. They had shoved the handle of the switch up her ass! She stood there, humiliated, with her feet apart and her knees slightly bent. “Bend your knees a little farther and try to sit on the switch. Use the floor to shove it deeper into your asshole.”
It didn’t matter who gave the order. Joanna couldn’t tell who told her to do it. All that mattered was that she comply. She took a deep breath and bent her knees a little. The tip of the switch flexed against the floor. She squatted a little more, and felt the handle shoved into her ass stretch her membranes and slide a little farther in. With her knees bent and her legs spread she could see both her pussy and ass in the mirror that Robin held for her. Her face was red and the rosy blush extended clear to the tops of her aching breasts. She could see the leather wrapped switch hanging out of her like an obscene tail. She could see the fake cock forced so deeply into her cunt. Even so, she knew that when she sat, it would be shoved even deeper into her twat. “Now, reach back and jerk the whip out of your ass.” Joanna did as she was told. “Kiss the handle and lay it on the bed.” Joanna complied and turned to lay the instrument of pain and humiliation on the bed. When she turned around to face the pair watching her, Robin pulled a red dress over her head and dressed her like she was a child. High-heeled shoes completed the summer outfit. The top of the dress was a loose, blousy style which effectively hid the tit-clamps on her nipples. The skirt was full and belted at the waist. It would be very easy to lift it to gain access to her ass or pussy as required. Joanna was instructed to go into the bathroom and wash her face, apply her makeup and then go to the living room. She was to sit(!) on the couch, making sure she did *NOT* sit on her skirt. While she waited, she was to try and force the dildo as deeply as she could into her cunt without making herself cry. As she was told, Joanna gingerly, carefully walked to the bathroom, and then to the living room. Carefully, oh so carefully, she bent and seated herself on the couch. She sat on the edge and spread her legs to ensure the dildo touched the couch. Then she began to rock her hips, fucking the dildo against the edge of the couch. Soon the moist motion aroused her clit and almost against her will a mini-orgasm rocked her just as her husband and Robin entered. They motioned her to stand, and as she did so, she gasped when the tit clamps caught on the material of her dress. They caused a spasm of pain to lance across her chest. The three of them went out to the car. Joanna was made to climb into the back seat. The motions of her body made the dildo slide out of her cunt a little, and Joanna gasped and moaned as it slammed back into her cunt when she dropped into the seat. Tears sprang to her eyes. They drove to a well known restaurant in town. At the entrance the valet took the car and the three of them made their way into the crowded, dimly lit building. Joanna blushed. Surely everyone who looked at them could tell her bound, sexual, humiliation. Couldn’t they tell? There was a wait for a table and the trio went to wait in the bar. Robin led them to a tall table with three stools partially hidden by bushy plants in one corner of the bar. It was some distance from the lights and cloaked in shadows. Few people in the busy bar would be able to see what happened at that table. Joanna looked around her with trepidation. Surely not here!
Yes, here! Immediately, behind the bush she was bent over the thigh high table and her skirt was lifted. Questing fingers shoved themselves into her prepared anal passage and worked back and forth in her hole. The buzz of conversation continued as though nothing was happening to her. Someone would come, a waitress would be here soon to get their drinks and still those fingers worked in her backdoor. A second set of fingers joined them. Both of them were working on her asshole, displaying her pale, welted ass and bound state to anyone who walked by. She felt her pussy begin to drip. Four fingers were in her hole. She was pulled upright, at least two fingers still in her asshole just as the waitress walked up to their table. Joanna stood, knees bent, her back to Robin, and gave her order in a quavering voice. All the while Robin’s fingers were busy in her asshole, working in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in time with the flow of conversation. The waitress gave Joanna a strange look as her eyes glazed over, and she blushed. The full skirt and Joanna’s position against Robin and the bush hid most of the activity, but the girl knew something was going on with the woman in red. The waitress left and Robin jerked her fingers from Joanna’s pucker. “Join me in the ladies room, Joanna.” Robin phrased it as a demand. Joanna followed her tormentress to the women’s bathroom. Fascinated, she gazed at herself in the mirror. At Robin’s instruction she braced herself against the counter and leaned forward. Robin took something out of her purse and lifted Joanna’s skirt. Joanna saw the door open and a woman’s shocked face as it fell shut again. Robin continued as though inserting something into a sex-slave’s ass was normal in a ritzy dining establishment’s restrooms. Joanna felt a rounded tip pressed against her anal opening. Obviously she was going to be plugged. Firm pressure was applied. Her anus stretched and stung. This was the first, huge plug they had used on her at home. In, in, in, in, slowly in. Harsher and harsher stung her sphincter as it stretched. Then Joanna felt it close around the groove she knew to be in the base of the plug. Robin dropped the red skirt back in place. The two women returned to the waiting man. They were led to their table and Joanna was seated first. Smiles told her that both her husband and Robin knew what caused her soft moan as the Maitre d’ seated her. Her dinner was ordered for her and both her husband and Robin kept her wine glass filled. Joanna knew she was drinking far more than usual. She ate mechanically, more because she knew she had to eat than because she actually could taste the food. All she wanted was an end to the evening. Joanna could feel the two fake cocks rubbing back and forth against her thin membranes separating her cunt from her rectum. She was highly uncomfortable from too much rubber shoved into her lower body. She fidgeted and shifted, trying to find a comfortable position. She could feel other patrons in the restaurant staring.
Her husband and Robin watched her, with smiles on their faces. Finally, her ordeal in the restaurant was over. He paid, and the three of them left. In the car, Joanna was made to kneel facing the back window. Her skirt was thrown over her head to expose her plugged, bound ass. Both windows on her side of the car were rolled down as the car stopped at a red light. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Robin motioning at the man in the car next to them. When she had his attention, she pointed at Joanna’s ass. “Get your ass closer to the window,” she hissed. Blushing with shame, Joanna did. The man’s eyes opened wide and he licked his lips. “Look at him, Joanna.” Joanna twisted until her eyes met the strangers. He rolled down his window. Robin said, “If you want to see more, follow us.” He nodded and did. They pulled into a darkened parking lot and parked side by side. The stranger stayed in his car, but Robin and Joanna got out. Robin paraded Joanna in her heels in front of him. Then she was bent over the side of the car. Her face was turned and she was told to watch him watching her. Joanna could see him stroking what had to be a raging erection. Her red skirt was lifted and the man licked his lips at the sight of her bound, punished and plugged asshole. Robin grasped the ring in the base of the plug filling her ass and began to pull outward. He could see the base stretch her hole out. Joanna’s head came up and she moaned loudly as the base of the plug stretched her asshole. She clenched and unclenched her fists, but stood as she had been placed. Slowly the big plug was extracted from her ass, until with a POP it was reluctantly released by her sphincter. The man gasped. Joanna was turned over.
She lay on her back on the hood of the car, legs splayed open. She could see the man eyeing the dildo chained into her pussy. Robin undid the chains, and began pumping the dildo in and out. Joanna became aware of her husband standing on the other side of her. He pulled out his cock and began masturbating as he watched Robin work on her. The stranger got out of his car and stood between her splayed legs. He pulled out his huge erection and began stroking it in rythm with Robin’s pumping motion. Both men kept their eyes glued to Joanna’s crotch and the feminine hand working in it. As the dildo pumped in and out, come started spouting on her legs, first from the stranger’s cock and then from her husbands. As the white sticky stuff dripped in Joanna’s cunt hair and down her legs, Robin roughly jerked the dildo from her twat. Joanna’s hips jerked and she gasped. Finished, the man got into his car, and left. Joanna, Robin, and her husband returned to their car and drove quietly home. Joanna was allowed to shower, pee, and shit. Then her husband fucked her driving his cock into her pussy while Robin watched. All the leather and clamps were removed from her body and she slept.