2 comments/ 11588 views/ 7 favorites Eve's Introduction to BDSM Pt. 01 By: genevieve_ Dinner at Irene's was always interesting. During the week when Irene and Eve had coffee together, the subject of B.D.S.M had come up. "If you are interested in learning more you should meet Master Michael." Irene said with a twinkle in her eyes. "Ooh." Eve said "Who is he?" "Come to dinner on Saturday night around 7 and you can meet Him." She said. And so, Eve arrived at Irene's palatial house, courtesy of her ex-husband, on Saturday night and was introduced to Michael. She mused at how Irene referred to him as Master or Master Michael, and giggled quietly to herself thinking Irene was leading him on. He was tall, dark, with very dark piercing eyes. He had a nicely trimmed full beard and was well spoken, appeared to be well educated and in his late forties. During coffee, the conversation changed from European art to B.D.S.M. "Eve is interested in learning more about the subject, Master Michael." Irene said. "She thinks she might be a submissive or even a slave." "Oh, is that true?" Michael replied looking at Eve. She nodded and lowered her eyes at him across the table. "Do you think you might be a submissive or a slave, Eve?" He questioned. "Is there a difference?" she answered. "Yes there is." He replied. She looked up at him with questioning eyes. He went on. " A submissive is one who gives responsibility for part of her life to another. That other person accepts the responsibility for that part of her life. He makes all the decisions for her, she has little say in those decisions but may veto a decision with a "safe word" if she chooses. Eve listened in silence. "A slave, gives all the responsibility for herself to another, she may not even have "safe words" to use. She is totally trusting in that person for her welfare. Both the slave and the submissive derive their pleasure from serving; in giving pleasure to her Master." He continued. "If I decided to become a submissive or slave can I go back to how I was if I don't like it?" she questioned. "Yes of course you can. You may choose to be a submissive or slave for a short period of time and then revert back." Irene sat and watched them both with a faint smile on her face. "How do I start such a relationship?" Eve asked. "You simply ask the one you wish to serve." He said. "So I can say that I want to be your submissive or slave for the next two hours and then revert back to how I was?" she asked. "Yes, if you choose to." He said. "OK." She said with a grin on her face. "Michael may I be your slave and serve you for the next two hours?" "Yes I would be honored to have you serve me, Eve. From now on you will call me Master and you will refer to Irene as Mistress." He said in a deeper more authoritative voice. She nodded. "Yes Master." She sat and wondered what would happen next. She looked across at him, uncertain of what to do. "Now stand up and remove your panties, put them on the table and come and stand alongside me" Surprised at His request, she slowly stood, reached under her short green skirt, slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slipped them down over her hips and down to her ankles. She reached down picked them up and placed them on the table, before moving around the dining table towards him. She stood alongside his dining chair, proud of completing her first task. He sipped His red wine and placed the crystal glass carefully on the polished dining table. Without a word he slipped his hand under her skirt and between her unsuspecting thighs, closing his fingers around the soft lips of her vulva. She jumped and was tempted to slap him for taking such liberties with her, but then remembered T/their agreement. A finger probed between her labia and found the entrance to her vagina. She moaned quietly to herself, and looked embarrassingly across the table to Irene, who was sitting smiling. Irene nodded to her. "She needs to be shaved." He said sharply to Irene as He rolled the soft flesh of her nether lips between his fingers. "Yes Master." Irene replied, and got up and disappeared into the bathroom. The offending finger was probing inside her now, signaled by the embarrassing wet sound from between her thighs. "Take off your blouse and bra, slave." He said quietly. She did so unhesitatingly, grateful for something to do to get her mind off His hand which was still probing mercilessly between her legs. She reached back to unfasten her bra, an action that unwittingly opened herself up even more to him and his fingers took full advantage. She gasped. He looked at her bare breasts, reached across with his free hand and began to knead the soft flesh, her nipples becoming hard. As Irene returned, He removed both his hands from her. "Do a little parade for us, eve" he commanded. Dressed only in her high heels and skirt she walked back a forth, doing a little twirl as she reached the wall of the room. "Stop!" He ordered. "Take off your skirt and then continue." She slipped the skirt down to her ankles, bending at the knees, trying not to expose herself more and still keep balance in her high heels. She continued to walk, ever conscious that the high heels made her hips and backside sway provocatively. Her movements made the dampness between her thighs feel cool. A faint waft of her aroused femininity rose up to her nostrils. She blushed. "You may stop now, eve." He said softly. He paused. "Irene?" "Yes" Master she replied. "Explain to eve the Nadu position." Within minutes, under the gentle guidance of Irene, eve found herself kneeling before him, her back straight, her chin held high, eyes lowered and her hands resting palm upwards on her widely parted thighs. His focus was between her legs. He was looking at the small triangle of soft dark hair the base of her tummy. Without moving his gaze from her crotch, he spoke. "Eve whenever you approach me this will be the position you will adopt. It is called the Nadu. you will also kneel before Irene in this position, but with your thighs together. Do you understand?" "Yes Master" she whispered. "Irene, teach the girl the Sula-ki position." "Yes Master" Irene replied. eve was asked to lie on her back. Thighs wide apart, hands lying beside her palms open and facing upwards. She stared at the ceiling. "Slide your knees up, eve" Irene said softly. "Now raise your hips." Eve did as she was commanded. She felt so exposed to both their gazes. She felt vulnerable with her legs parted. She pushed her vulva upwards for them both to see. "Shave her." Michael said sharply to Irene. "Yes Master" she replied. Irene applied the shaving cream to Eve's pubic triangle of hair and to the lips of her outer labia. She gently massaged the soft hair. Eve gasped as she realized this was the first time she had been touched in such a private place by another woman. The thought excited her. The razor was sharp and all Eve felt was the coolness as it glided over her skin. Irene quickly finished her task and wiped the area clean with a warm moist towel. It felt cool and fresh between her legs. Michael looked down at her crotch. "That is much better." He commented. "Now back to the Nadu position, slave Eve." she knelt before him, his eyes roaming from her breasts to her naked crotch. "There is just one more position for Irene to teach you and that is the Karta." He said. Under Irene's guidance, Eve practiced leaning forwards from the Nadu position so that her cheek touched the floor, her arms reaching forwards with her palms pressed to the floor and her fingers spread. Her backside was embarrassingly high and exposed. But Irene and Master Michael both seemed appreciative of her efforts. "In future you will enter the room naked, adopt the Karta position at the door and beg permission to proceed." Master Michael said to her. "If I give you permission to proceed, you will rise quickly and without saying anything, you will come to Me and kneel in the Nadu position." She nodded and whispered. "Yes Master." "Before any scene," He continued, "You will shave yourself as Irene did for you tonight. As a slave you will wear neither jewelry nor clothes. You own nothing, only what I choose to give you. " "Yes Master." She replied. "Remember" He continued. "You have no rights. You are to be pleasing at all times, and you belong to me." "Yes Master." She whispered with downcast eyes. He looked at His watch. "It has been two hours, collect your clothes, dress and leave." He commanded. Eve bowed her head, wished Master Michael and Mistress Irene farewell. She rose to her feet, picked up her clothes and left the room. She dressed quickly in Irene's bedroom before letting herself out the front door. It was after midnight. Eve's Introduction to BDSM Pt. 02 Eve was sound asleep, her subconscious mind reliving the events of the previous evening. She became aware of the telephone ringing beside her bed. She reached across with half closed eyes and answered it. "Hi Eve" the voice at the other end cheerfully said. It was Irene. Instantly she was wide awake. "How did you enjoy your introduction to the Lifestyle last night?" she asked. Eve hesitated. Her mind was still digesting the events of the previous evening. Did she have too much to drink? Where did she get the courage to ask Michael if she could serve Him? Did He have some special power over her? Normally she wouldn't let someone treat or use her like that. Not on a first meeting anyway. Maybe it was all a dream. Her hand slid down over her tummy and beyond, the absence of pubic hair told her it hadn't been a dream. Her hand lingered between her legs. After a long pause, Eve took a deep breath, "Yes I did enjoy thanks Irene. It was a tad different and unexpected." "Listen Eve," Irene continued hurriedly, "Master Michael wants to see you again. This afternoon if you can make it." There was silence as Eve thought. Her mind was spinning. She had nothing planned for the afternoon. There was a feeling of excitement in the pit of her stomach as she relived the moment when He had slid his hand between her legs without warning. She could still feel His fingers kneading her labia as she rolled the soft puffy flesh between her own fingers. Just then Irene broke her train of thought, "Eve if you want to learn more about the lifestyle, come around at 2 o'clock this afternoon. I will leave the front door open. Don't knock, just come in and prepare yourself in my bedroom. Master Michael and I will be in the dining room having lunch. You know how He expects you to enter the room, when you are ready, adopt the Karta position at the doorway and ask if you may come in O.K?" Eve said nothing. "I must go now Eve. 2 o'clock this afternoon. He wants to see you. It's up to you, Sweetie." Irene said. There was a click as Irene hung up the phone. Eve looked at the bedside clock. It was 11 am Sunday morning. Should she go? She wanted to. But she couldn't explain why. She had behaved like a slut. She had let a total stranger feel her up in front of her best friend and yet, none of them had thought twice about it. She had allowed them to shave her and closely examine her most private parts. She had enjoyed it. She remembered the safe, warm feeling she had felt when she was with Master Michael and Mistress Irene. It was the first time she had abandoned her sexual inhibitions. She had consented unconditionally for them to use her body. She had accepted herself for what she was. A woman. A sexual creature. They had not been judgmental. They had simply enjoyed her sexuality; and so had she. She felt liberated. If she went Irene's house, they would tell her what to do. So long as she obeyed, she could do no wrong. She knew exactly what was expected of her; she was a slave. There was no confusion. She would let them expand her sexuality in any way they wished. They would use her for their pleasure, and if they didn't enjoy her, they only had themselves to blame. She would be pleasing. She would live out their sexual fantasies; her fantasies. She would explore and understand this suppressed part of her mind. She would become a Kajira, a sexual slave. Master Michael would be the implement through which she would achieve this. Her reward would be her self discovery. Yes, she would go there this afternoon! She crawled out of her bed and went into the bathroom. As her nightdress slipped to the floor, she looked at herself in the mirror. From the waist down saw the image of a pre-pubescent girl, only the flair of her hips and rounded bottom indicated she was older. Her clean shaven labia were clearly visible for the first time in years. They were darker than the surrounding skin. The redness resulting from the touch of her own fingers a few minutes earlier. She showered, washed and dried her hair and thought nothing more of it. She wandered naked into the kitchen to make some brunch. Smiling inwardly as she accepted her own nudity for the first time. She made no effort to cover herself up. Just before 2 o'clock, she slipped a sweatshirt top and bottom over her naked body and drove the familiar route to Irene's house. The front door was unlocked, as Irene said it would be. She entered quietly and went to Irene's bedroom. As she undressed she could hear the voices of Master Michael and Mistress Irene in the dining room. She could also hear the chink of the sterling silver cutlery on the bone china plates as they ate Sunday lunch. She removed her watch, rings and earrings. She looked at her naked form in Irene's mirror, pulled back her hair, took a deep breath and padded quietly down the passageway to the open doorway of the dining room. She knelt down, with her thighs parted, then swept her body forwards so that her right cheek and breasts touched the polished wood floor. Her thighs and backside towering above her. Her long brunette hair cascaded around her face onto the floor. She stretched out her arms and pressed her widely spread fingers against the timber. She could smell the floor polish. She took a deep breath, waited for a break in the conversation and nervously asked. "Master Michael, may this girl please enter the room?" The conversation stopped completely and she heard Master Michael's chair creak as He turned around. She didn't move. "Well look who has come to visit Us, Irene!" He said in a surprised voice. "I'm so pleased eve chose to come today, Master." Irene happily replied. "Yes girl, enter." He said. "Come to Me." She rose and walked across the room. Her eyes were lowered, not daring to look higher than the table level. "Greetings Master Michael." She said as she bowed to Him, then turned to Irene. "Greetings Mistress Irene." "Welcome eve." They said in unison. Master Michael half rose and slid His chair back from the dining table, leaving just large enough space for her to kneel between Himself and the table's edge. He sat down again as she knelt before Him. Her thighs were widely parted, revealing the recently shaved vulva. Her back was straight, her chin high, eyes lowered and her hands resting palm upwards on her thighs. "Irene, please clear the table. Leave the red wine and the glasses." He ordered. Irene busied herself clearing the plates and cutlery from the table and taking them into the kitchen. As she worked, Master Michael ran His fingers through eve's hair and down over her breasts. Her nipples hardened involuntarily under His touch. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment. When Irene had finished and had sat down again, He spoke. "Eve, last night I said that you were my property. That was part of last night's agreement. Today you have freely returned and while you are here, again you are my property. To make this a more permanent arrangement I intend to collar you. The collar will be in two parts. The first, a fine gold choker chain that you will wear at all times; a constant reminder of your ownership. The second will be a polished steel collar, which you will wear over the chain whenever we are together. Do you understand what this means?" "Yes Master, it means that while I wear your chain or collar I belong to you and you will make all decisions regarding my welfare." She said. He nodded. "Hold out your arms, cross them at the wrists and lower your head between them." He ordered. She obeyed, holding out her arms before her and lowering her head. He cleared His throat and said. "Now repeat after me. "I Eve."" "I Eve." she repeated. "hereby submit myself, completely and totally, in all things." He said. "...hereby submit myself, completely and totally, in all things..." She repeated softly. "to Him known as Master Michael." He said. "to Him known as Master Michael." she replied. "His girl, His slave, an article of property, to do with as He pleases." He continued. "...His girl, His slave, an article of property, to do with as He pleases." She repeated. "Lift up your hair" He ordered. She obeyed. She pulled her long hair back over her shoulders, bunched it up and lifted it on top of her head and held it there with her left hand. He lent forwards from His chair and fastened a fine gold chain around her neck. Then she saw the glint of the heavy steel collar. It was about 25 mm wide and hinged opposite the lock. It felt cold as He placed it around her thin, long neck. It snapped shut. "Eve now repeat after me. "I am yours, Master."" He said in a soft voice. "I am yours, Master." she replied. "Who are you?" He questioned "I am Eve." She answered. "What are you, Eve?" He asked. "I am your slave, Master." She said softly. "Eve you are now my property until you beg me to remove the collar." He said. "Yes Master, I understand." She quietly said. "Now it is time to celebrate." He said cheerfully. "Congratulations Eve" Irene said as she smiled at Eve from across the table. "Thank You Mistress." eve replied. "Eve, Irene has told me that you have read a little about Gorean serves, you will now serve her a glass of red wine in a Gorean style." "Yes Master." She replied. She walked around the table to the place where Irene had put three wine glasses and an opened bottle of red wine. As she walked, she reached up and touched the new collar around her neck. It made her walk tall. She hummed quietly to herself. She filled one glass with wine. Holding the cool glass against the softness of her tummy she walked back to where Irene was sitting. She knelt with her thighs pressed closely together. Then lifted the glass to her heart for three beats of her pounding heart. She kissed the rim and asked "Mistress should this one taste the wine for purity for You?" "No thank you, little one. I know the wine is pure and good." Irene replied. Upon hearing Mistress Irene's reply, she lowered her head and with raised arms offered her the wine. As she did, she whispered "Mistress this girl hopes You enjoy the wine as much as this one has enjoyed serving You." "Thank you Eve. Now return to your Master." she answered. Eve walked back to Master Michael's side of the table. She was about to kneel when He spoke. "Eve, fill one of the glasses with wine and bring both the full one and the empty one over here." "Yes Master." she replied. She turned, filled one glass with red wine, placed the bottle on the table and picked up both glasses; one in each hand and approached him. The mere thought of serving her new Master made the juices flow from deep within her and wet the inside of her thighs. "Eve, put them down just there." He pointed with his finger to the edge of the table. "Now lean your backside against the table and lie back." She put the glasses on the table where He had indicated and lay back on the table in front of Him with her feet still touching the ground. The cold marble table top made her shiver as she looked up at the sparkling crystal chandelier above her. "Open your legs." He commanded. She did as she was told. A wave of excitement flooded through her as she knew that her most intimate parts were the focus of his attention again. He would see her excitement. He leaned forwards, taking the empty glass and pressed it between her parted labia as if to collect the juices flowing from within her. "Close your thighs lightly around the glass, Eve." He commanded. The coolness of the glass couldn't quell the burning she now felt between her legs. "Now take the glass of wine and pour it over your belly so that it flows over you and into this glass." He ordered. She reached for the glass of wine and carefully poured its contents over newly shaved pubis. The cool wine flowed downwards, channeled inwards by her moist inner thighs. It flowed over the soft folds of her labia like the miniature rapids of a little red river. Then falling as if a waterfall and pooling in the glass below and flooding the opening of her vagina. Without further prompting from Michael, she placed the empty glass on the table beside her. Reached down between her legs, pressing the now filled glass hard against herself and sliding it upwards between her inner lips, scooping up the last drips of wine mingled with her own juices, until she reached the top of her clitoral hood and pressed against her clitoris. She then repeated the process on either side of her inner lips, pressing the glass deeply into the soft flesh of her outer lips. She then sat up and kissed the rim of the glass. The smell of the wine wafted up to her nose. It had a faint but definite feminine scent about it. She slid to her knees, her wine soaked thighs widely parted. She pressed the glass into the soft flesh of her left breast for the count of three of her heart beats, then lowered her head and with straight arms offered the glass of wine up to Him. "Master, this girl hopes you enjoy this sweetened wine as much as she has enjoyed preparing and serving it to You." He took the glass of wine and sipped it. He smiled down at her and said. "Thank you little one, I see you're reading of Gor has served you well in knowing how to please a Master." "Thank you, Master" she said softly with an air of new found confidence. Master Michael looked across at Irene as they both sipped their wine. They talked as if eve wasn't there. She remained in the Nadu position at His feet. She was content. She was hardly aware of what they were saying. She was more intent on reconciling in her mind what she had done over the last evening and afternoon. A Master had collared her. Her life had suddenly changed. She was a Kajira. Her mind wandered. Eve's Introduction to BDSM Pt. 03 After the initial serve of wine, Eve knelt alongside the open fire while Master Michael and Irene talked. Then he asked her to help Irene with the dishes and to prepare a light dinner. It was pre-prepared quiche and hardly needed any preparation apart from heating it. Irene told her some friends were coming to dinner at 6:30. When she had finished helping in the kitchen, Eve returned to the lounge room and knelt on the cushion again. Master Michael told her she could relax. So she rose and lay on the sofa and gazed up at the illuminated image of the girl in the flowery hat framed in gold. Soon she fell asleep in the warmth that radiated from the open fire. She jumped when Irene woke her and told her to have a shower and prepare for the guest's arrival. She showered quickly; washing the wine stains from between her legs, and combed her hair. She felt awake and clean again now. However she felt a little apprehensive about meeting new people while still naked. But if that is how Master and Mistress wanted to present her then that is how she would be. She went back to the lounge and knelt on the cushion and waited. Shortly the doorbell sounded and she could hear Master Michael and Mistress Irene greeting their guests. She turned around. Still in the kneeling position, but now with her back to the fire and facing the doorway, her knees lightly pressed together. She imagined herself elegant and statuesque. The door opened and Master and Mistress led their guests into the room. "Stephen and Stephanie, this is my new slave, Eve. She joined us for the first time last night." Master Michael proudly told them. "Greetings Master, greetings Mistress, this one is pleased to meet You both." Eve said as she bowed her head in respect. "Hello Eve." They both replied as their eyes roamed over her naked body. "Eve please go to the kitchen and bring in the quiche and offer it to our guests" Master ordered. Eve rose and went to the kitchen. When she returned with the hot quiche, Master and Irene had already offered drinks to their guests and they all stood around talking. Eve went from person to person offering them quiche and a small plate and fork with which to eat it. It gave her a chance to study these new people, both of whom gave her long lingering looks. She became self conscious about her nakedness and held the plates low so as to cover her newly shaved part and the quiche at chest level trying to cover her breasts. Stephen was tall and thin. He was older than Master Michael. He was probably in his mid fifties she thought. His face was gaunt, the skin stretched tightly over his high cheekbones. As he took a piece of quiche she noticed his long thin fingers and neatly manicured nails. He was dressed in an open necked shirt with a cravat and wore a dark sports jacket. Eve thought he looked very distinguished. Stephanie was a very striking woman She was dressed in a midnight blue dress with a short, full skirt ending at mid thigh. The bodice hugged her upper body and was cut low at the back and front, revealing an ample cleavage. Her nipples were very prominent but Eve was not sure whether she was wearing a bra or not. If so, there were no visible signs of straps or the cups. She had blonde hair, which was about the same length as her own, and a lovely golden tan. Her eyes were a lovely sparkling green. eve guessed she was in her early thirties. Eve recognized her perfume, it was Opium, which she sometimes use herself. Having served everyone, Eve returned to her place beside the fire and knelt. She was only half listening to the conversation and was a little surprised that neither Stephen nor Stephanie seemed perturbed by her presence nor her nakedness. As Irene collected the plates, Master Michael ordered eve to come to Him. She rose, padded across the room and knelt before him with her back straight, head held high, eyes lowered and her hands resting palm upwards on her widely spread thighs. "I see she has commenced her training." Stephen remarked as she knelt before her Master. "Yes, I am yet to find her full potential." Master Michael said as he winked and smiled at his friend. Michael moved behind her. "Close your eyes." He told her. She obeyed. Her world darkened as he slipped a blindfold over her eyes and fixed it securely behind her head. She did not move. "Pull back your hair, Eve." Master ordered. She pulled back her brunette hair and as she did so she felt another set of hands slip a "scrunchy" over it so that her hair remained back in ponytail. She reached up, straightened and tightened it. She felt a tugging on her earlobes and felt ear plugs being pushed into each ear. They were pushed in very deep and securely. They wouldn't fall out. She could hear her heart pounding. Suddenly, Ravel's Bolero flooded through the earplugs, blotting out all other sounds. She could see nothing and hear nothing apart from the monotonous beat of the music. She had always liked this music. She had first heard it as young girl when she watched Torville and Dean skating at the winter Olympics. Then she felt hands under her armpits. They lifted her. She stood up. A hand took her elbow. She was guided across the room. She felt something cold but soft against the front of her thighs. She stopped. She put her hands out and recognized the obstacle as being the back of the sofa. The top was soft and spongy. A hand on the back of her neck forced her forwards. She bent forwards, half falling over the sofa. Her hands reached out feeling for the cushions below. She felt a foot tapping the insides of her ankles. She spread her feet. The foot kept tapping, and she spread her feet further and further apart, until most of her weight was on her tummy and hips. Her hips sank into the soft padding on the top of the sofa, her feet just touching the floor. She felt something being put around her widely spread ankles and guessed it was a restraint of some kind. She was right. Her world was dark but her head was flooded with music. She flinched as she felt someone touch inside of her exposed thighs. Then there were more hands. They were hands that rubbed and probed the soft folds of her labia and the furrow of her backside. Hands that roamed over her body, kneading her breasts. Touching her, exploring her, enjoying her. She didn't know how many hands there were. She felt as if she was being touched all over at once. She moaned quietly to herself. She knew her vagina was saturated and she could feel the coolness on her inner thighs as the juices flowed out of her. She half gasped as a finger slid mercilessly and without warning into her wet vagina. It probed around inside her. It explored every little bit of her. Her juices were flowing liberally. Then a second finger joined the first. Stretching her insides. She shuddered every time they pressed on her G spot. The invader knew exactly where to press. She shuddered uncontrollably each time they found the spot. But whose fingers were they? Did they belong to Master Michael or were they the long thin fingers of Master Stephen, or even Irene or Stephanie? Her silent moans were drowned out by the music in her head. The fingers were removed and wiped on the rosette of her anus. The tip of a finger pushed inside her and she could feel it moving around inside her. She had never let any of her lovers touch her there. Although some had wanted to on occasions she forbade it. Now this last sanctuary had been defiled. The finger slipped out of her as quickly and suddenly as it had entered her. She waited. Suddenly she felt a burning sting on her backside. It felt like a bee sting only ten times as intense. She screamed. The burning sensation raced down her legs and up through her body. She desperately wanted to rub it. She needed to move, she wriggled, but unknown hands held her hands. She tried to wrench her legs together but the restraints held firm. She needed to be free, to move, she needed to do something to relieve the sting. They held her down. They forced her jaws open and slipped a gag into her mouth to muffle her screams. The sting in her backside was so different to the pleasure she had enjoyed from the hands that had explored her previously. Everything seemed exaggerated. The music in her head seemed so loud and relentless. It was pounding in her ears. The sting intensified, and then again and again. She was being whipped. She had never been whipped before. Her parents had never even smacked her. She didn't know how many times they hit her. The stinging sensation racked her body. She could bear it any longer. She screamed into the gag. It was all she could do. Tears flooded into the blindfold and soaked it. The beating stopped. No one touched her. She was left alone to ponder the sting that racked her body, the music, her screams and her tears. Oh God what would they do to her next? She stopped screaming and crying. The pain subsided to an endurable level. Her head was pulled back by her ponytail. They removed the gag from her mouth. She only had time to gasp before something else was thrust into her mouth. It was a penis. She recognized the musky male odor. She felt the pubic hairs tickling her nose. She felt it hardening as it pushing in and out of her mouth. Without warning she felt a hand parting her labia, then hands grabbed her hips, and with one swift push another penis slid its full length into her She lunged forwards with the force, only to gag on the penis in her mouth. The two penises pushed in and out of her in unison. A pair of hands pulled her head onto one penis while another pulled her hips onto the other. She did not know if it was her Master between her legs or in her mouth. The initial pain from the sudden entry into her vagina subsided and became pleasure, mingling with the stinging she still felt in her buttocks. She was confused by the sensations, and still the Bolero thumped away in her ears. A finger pushed back into her backside. It moved around stretching her. She tried to relax. Then something far larger than a finger was forced into her. As it began to vibrate and she knew what was violating her back passage. Someone was sliding it in and out of her. Each push was slightly deeper than the previous. It was stretching her sphincter muscle, trying to get past it. The sensation from the vibrator and the two penises pushing in and out of her orifices was as relentless as the music in her ears. She felt a tugging on her nipples as her breasts hung below her. Her nipples hardened instantly. Someone was expertly rolling them between their fingers and thumbs. They then pulled on them lightly before letting them go, only to begin the whole procedure again. Fingers trailed up and down her ribs, causing goose bumps to spread down her back and onto her tummy. Whose fingers were they? The light touch of the fingers was now tracing over her burning backside. She couldn't distinguish between the sting and the pleasurable tickling feeling. They moved up over the flair of her hips and up over her ribs to her armpits. She was again covered in goosebumps. She moaned with pleasure. Were all four of them enjoying her body at once? Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined so many people using her at once like this. The penis in her mouth began to thrust into her more urgently. She relaxed her mouth as much as she could, trying not to gag as it pushed deeper. She normally liked putting her hand around the shaft to regulate the depth to which it could push. Hands tightened their grip on the back of her head. They pulled her mouth onto the full length of the shaft. She almost gagged. She could feel the spasms of the penis against her tongue and the musky smell of semen as it permeated up through the back of her nose. A half bitter, half salty taste filled her mouth. She swallowed. He remained motionless apart from an occasional spasm. She felt it becoming softer, becoming more manageable. As it subsided she sucked on it gently. The penis in her vagina still thrust in and out of her like the relentless rhythm of the music in her head. Someone was still fondling her breasts. Kneading them, tugging her nipples, twisting them, massaging them. All of these actions made her tummy tingle deep inside. The attention she was receiving was relentless. How much longer would it go on? She had lost count but she thought The Bolero had begun again for the fourth or fifth time. Suddenly the hands on her hips gripped her tighter. The penis sank deeper inside her. She felt Him shudder and spasm. She tightened her vaginal muscles drawing the seeds out him. He was motionless. She continued to milk the last drops of semen out him. When she stopped he withdrew. She felt the semen running out of her and down the insides of her thighs leaving cold sticky trails. The vibrator was switched off and removed from her anus. The music was building up to a crescendo. She had been denied an orgasm. As she was thinking, the whip landed another three times in quick succession on the soft smooth flesh of her rounded backside. She was too numb to scream. Tears just flooded her eyes and the blindfold. The stinging feeling was rekindled and it mingled with the tingling in her tummy, which had come from the constant pounding of her vagina and the tugging on her nipples. She waited, wondering what other things they had planned for her. She felt used, defiled. They had mercilessly used every orifice. Pleasured themselves with her body. She felt the ankle restraints being removed. But she dared not move. The music stopped as they removed the earplugs. She still did not move. She didn't know how long her ordeal had been. She was stiff and sore. Still she waited. "Eve you can stand up now and remove the blind fold." She heard her Master say. Slowly she straightened up by pushing herself up against the sofa. Then reached up and slipped the blindfold from her eyes. She looked around, she was dazed. She blinked at the brightness of the fire. The room was dark, lit only by the open fire. All four of them were sitting in chairs around the black bearskin rug in front of the fire; a glass of port in their hands, as if nothing had happened. "Eve you were very good, little one." Her Master said as he smiled up at her. "Go clean yourself up and come back here as soon as you are ready." "Yes Master." She replied. She turned to go to the bathroom. "Oh Eve, " He said, "you are not to masturbate in the shower. You are denied an orgasm, little one. Do you understand?" "Yes Master." She replied and headed out the door. Once in the bathroom, she switched on the light and turned her backside to the mirror. There were six or seven black lines across buttocks. They melded into one another with purple and red bruising forming one large bruise. She gasped at the sight of herself. She stepped into the shower, the hot water making her backside sting again. She soaped her anus. It was sore. She began to wash her labia and vagina, but it was too sore from the merciless pounding and probing she had received. She just splashed water on it to wash away the semen. But it coagulated against the skin as the water touched it and she had to soap it off. She enjoyed the shower, but felt it was time to return to the lounge. She dried herself. Gently patting her backside, labia and nipples dry. Brushed her hair and walked to the doorway of the lounge. She knelt with her legs wide apart, leaned forwards until her cheek touched the cold floorboards and spread her arms out above her head. "May this girl please enter the room again?" she begged. "Yes Eve." She heard her Master say. She rose. Walked quickly across the room to him. "You may rest on the bearskin rug in front of the fire, Eve." He said. She knelt down, the fire at her back and the four Free People seated around her in an arc. As they talked and sipped their ports, the flames from the fire made shadows dance across their faces. She lay down on the rug. The warmth of the fire warmed her back, a heat matched only by the heat she felt between her legs. She lay on her hands so that she would not be tempted to touch herself and closed her eyes. "Yes sleep for a little, Eve." She heard Master Stephen say. "We don't want you to be too tired to enjoy your reward." "A reward?" she thought as she drifted off into a half sleep with the memory of the Bolero still relentlessly pounding in her head. Eve's Introduction to BDSM Pt. 04 Eve slept restlessly on the bearskin rug. She was sore and exhausted. She half woke wondering what Master Stephen had meant when He said she would be "rewarded". It was HE who had mentioned the "reward" and not her Master. The fire was crackling behind her as she lay, half listening to the conversation. The voices of the Free People seemed distant and indistinct. She felt the warmth of someone next to her. Someone was cradling her in their arms. She half opened her eyes. It was Mistress Stephanie. She, too, was naked and as Eve looked beyond her she could see the faces of the other three in the flickering firelight, all eagerly watching as they talked. When Stephanie saw that Eve was awake, she smiled and whispered "Hello little one. Did you have a good nap?" Eve moaned sleepily, indicating that she had. She had never before been this close to another naked woman. She had always imagined what it must be like, but had never had the courage to approach someone to quench her curiosity. Stephanie's left hand casually touched Eve's left breast. Her mind wandered she a tingling feeling begin deep in her tummy. Stephanie's finger tips gently brushed across Eve's nipples. She felt a twitch of excitement inside her. She didn't move as Stephanie cupped her breast in the palm of her hand and squeezed gently. Then Eve pulled her shoulders back, pushing her breasts forwards and up, pressing into her hand. She was aroused and placed her hand on top of Stephanie's; holding it there. She wanted Stephanie to know she liked her hand there. Stephanie tweaked her nipple causing it to harden and then removed her arm from around Eve's shoulders and slid lower on the rug on her side, facing Eve. Not a word passed between them. She cupped her left breast again in her right hand and squeezed it harder this time, letting her thumb and index finger pull Eve's nipple upwards. Her nipples were sensitive and she enjoyed this soft touch. Stephanie's hand alternated between Eve's breasts. Eve wondered if she knew the pleasure she was giving her. She had never contemplated making out with another woman before. She decided to surrender herself to the caressing hands, letting her arousal increase. Stephanie shifted position again and rolled on top of her. Instinctively, Eve parted her legs, letting her body fall between them. Stephanie slid lower down Eve's body. She took one of Eve's breasts in each hand. Slowly she worked her hands over them, from the soft undersides, around the sides, across the tops and ending up with her nipples between her fingers. She repeated this over and over, pulling Eve's nipples out, pinching them lightly between her fingers and letting them snap back. This was too much for her super sensitive nipples. She moaned audibly. Stephanie whispered. "You haven't seen anything yet, little one." As Stephanie continued fondling her firm breasts, Eve felt her nipples begin to ache, not from any pain, but aching with desire. They felt as though they wanted to burst. She felt Stephanie's lips lightly flick across first one then the other, every so often closing over the turgid berry, sucking it into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. She was driving Eve wild. Eve felt as though she could "come" from this stimulation alone. No man had ever brought her to such a state of desire by just sucking her nipples. Stephanie kept this up for about ten minutes. Eventually Eve looked down at her breasts. Her nipples were so firm, standing straight up, her breasts were like twin peaks, and she was amazed to see that even the areolae were distended, raised quite considerably from the surrounding flesh, capped by her pinkish brown nipples which were twice their normal size. Eve had never seen them so big and the areolae had never stood erect before. She loved it and wished they would stay like that forever. "What have you done to me?" Eve smiled and whispered, "You've made me so randy. Look at my boobs, they have never been like that before." She opened her mouth letting Eve's breast fall free with a 'plop'. "You like it?" she asked, giving Eve a wicked smile. "Yes!" Eve moaned. "There is more." She smiled, and started kissing her way downwards, moving her body downwards as she progressed. She paused at Eve's navel, darting her tongue into it, then continued lower. Eve knew what was about to happen and parted her legs. She could feel Stephanie's lovely blonde hair on the inside of her thighs. She could feel her warm breath on her shaven labia as she reached the apex of Eve's legs. Eve wantonly spread them as far apart as she could, opening her labia wide in total surrender to her. She would let Stephanie do whatever she wanted. A feeling of excitement ran through her body at the thought of offering herself to another woman in this way. Stephanie kissed her way down the outside of one of Eve's labia and up the other. Her tongue traced down the slit between her legs, probing it gently, just enough to part the lips slightly. She moved it slowly from the top of her vaginal mound, all the way down to her anus. Eve moaned and clutched her own breasts, squeezing and pulling at her grossly engorged and erect nipples. She knew she was very wet; the wettest she had ever been. She could feel her juices leaking out. Stephanie's mouth closed over Eve's clitoris, she sucked it in, flicking her tongue across the sensitive organ. Eve lifted her hips off the rug and pushed her pelvis upwards, trying to increase the pressure of Stephanie's mouth on her. She was no longer aware of the three onlookers, who had stopped talking and were looking in awe at the two girls on the rug before them. Eve felt a wave of pleasure sweep through her and grabbed the back of Stephanie's head, pulling her harder against her throbbing vagina. She cried out as another wave passed through her. She climaxed with the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced, her vagina went into a spasm, gripping the probing tongue that was buried deep inside her. Eve's legs were shaking uncontrollably. With a sigh and a loud moan she sank back on the rug. Eve thought it was over. Such was her experience with men, but Stephanie continued to slowly kiss her gaping vagina. She felt Stephanie's tongue licking the juices as it delved inside. Expertly she brought eve to the verge of another wave of pleasure. She kissed and sucked her highly sensitive vagina and clitoris. Eve was filled with lust and rolled her head from side to side in desperation, she moaned out loud, her whole body shuddered uncontrollably with pleasure. She raised her head from the cushion and looked down between her breasts and watched Stephanie at work, gorging herself between her legs. Her outer lips were spread wide open, revealing the inner lips. Her whole vulva was swollen with desire and her clitoris was protruding from beneath its hood, it was stiff and erect. She was open for all to see. Eve moaned as she felt one of Stephanie's fingers slide into her, then she penetrated her with two and then with three fingers, stretching her. She worked her fingers in and out of Eve's vagina, lubricating them with Eve's juices, then curled them up inside her pressing against the pubic bone, trapping her G spot. Meanwhile she sucked Eve's clitoris into her mouth and worked her lips up and down it's length. Eve wondered if they had been Stephanie's fingers that had so expertly probed her when she was bent over the back of the sofa. Eve came again with another shattering orgasm and this time Stephanie eased her down gently. She crawled back up the rug and lay next to Eve, planting her mouth over Eve's and kissing her deeply. Eve could taste and smell her own juices on Stephanie's lips and tongue. They lay there quietly as Eve's breathing returned to normal, their mouths open, their tongues and lips gently touching and playing in an overwhelming moment of tenderness. "Am I becoming a lesbian?" Eve thought to herself. She had enjoyed this sexual encounter with a woman and in fact already wanted more. It had been the most erotic experience of her life. This lovely woman had subtly and expertly seduced her, made love to her without her active participation. Eve closed her eyes and resigned herself to the fact that she enjoyed lesbian sex, wondering whether she would ever be the same again. Stephanie stirred and gently ran her hands over Eve's body, her feather light touch sent shivers of pleasure through her. "Please let it happen again." Eve prayed silently. "You are so beautiful Eve, and have given me such tremendous pleasure." She whispered. I could love you forever. "You are very beautiful too, Ma'am." Eve whispered back. No one had ever made her body react like this before. She had been engulfed in wave after wave of pleasure. He body satiated with pleasure. "Is this your first time with a woman? Stephanie asked. "Yes, Ma'am" Eve replied. "I have never experienced anything quite like it before." "I'm glad you enjoyed it, dear. There is more I can teach you if you feel up to it." Stephanie smiled. "Mm." eve answered. "I'm feeling so randy. Look what you did to these." Eve giggled as she clutched her firm breasts, her nipples still fully erect. Stephanie giggled quietly in her ear. They slipped their arms around each other, pressing their soft bodies together. Enjoying the warmth, softness and passion of each other. Stephanie kissed her again. Both relishing the feel of their soft lips, their tongues playing as they probed backwards and forwards. Soft lips tugging on the other's lips. Eve was in bliss. She had never experienced such tenderness. She could smell her own scent on Stephanie's face and it excited her. She suddenly had an urge explore Stephanie in the same manner as she had just been explored. Did she have the courage? She took a deep breath. "I want to eat you now." Eve said shamelessly, she just felt sluttish and wanton and it excited her to make this suggestion. "You naughty hussy." Stephanie giggled, "I love it when talk like that. Eve smiled. With a flirting, seductive look. "Yes, eat my juicy cunt, I am so hot and ready for you, my pussy is aching to cum with you sucking it." Stephanie said loudly. Eve was surprised at the coarse language she used but suspected that Master Stephen liked her using such words and it was said more for his benefit than hers. With that Stephanie got up on her hands and knees reversing her position and straddled Eve's head. Eve knew what was coming. She had seen photos in porn magazines and spread her own legs wide, allowing Stephanie full access to her still hungry vagina and clitoris. Stephanie did not waste time with foreplay but went straight to Eve's tingling clitoris. She did not need stimulation, she was ready for her. Her mouth felt different this time being in the reverse position, and Eve felt the pressure of her nose at the entrance to her vagina as she took her clitoris between her lips, gently nibbling it, raking it's length with her teeth. She soon had Eve rocking her hips in the air to meet her succulent mouth. Eve looked upwards between Stephanie's spread thighs. It was the first time she had looked closely at this part of another woman. She had neatly trimmed pubic hair, unlike hers, which was now totally gone. Her genitals were very prominent, protruding above her mound. Stephanie's slit was much longer than her own, flanked by long lips, which Eve could see were swollen with passion. They were parted, revealing the soft inner petals which were also swollen and parted revealing her slick slit. Her clitoris was fully exposed, the hood drawn back, it was erect and Eve could see it pulsating with her heart beat. Eve just stared in awe, taking in it's beauty, wanting to kiss, suck, pluck it all at the same time. It was a tremendous turn on. She watched as it slowly descended to her face as Stephanie parted her legs, lowering herself to Eve's waiting mouth. As her thighs spread wider, her labia gaped open even more. Eve could see the glistening of her juices in the flickering fire light. Stephanie had unselfishly attended to Eve's needs, leaving herself craving for satisfaction. Eve was determined to do her best to bring her off and pleasure her as she had done to her. Then Eve caught the first waft of the feminine aroma emanating from the saturated vagina at her lips, it was intoxicating to say the least. Eve drew in her breath, basking in the delight of this womanly perfume. Tentatively Eve flicked her clitoris with her tongue. It was rigid yet flexible. Gaining confidence she closed her mouth over Stephanie's clitoris and licked and sucked it, much the same way as she had done to her earlier. She felt the little organ quiver at her mouth's touch. It gave Eve a tremendously lustful feeling, being able to excite another woman and Stephanie's reactions spurred her on to become more adventurous. She devoured her ravenous labia and clitoris, kissing them all over, burying her mouth between the bloated lips, sucking her juices, probing her tongue as deep as she could into Stephanie's vagina. Her own body was going crazy as she was being licked and sucked in return. It was not long before they both climaxed together. Eve remembered how Stephanie had continued her ministrations between her legs long after the waves of pleasure had swept over her, so she continued to probe, suck, kiss, nibble and soon Stephanie was writhing on top of her again, rotating her hips and sliding her saturated pussy up and down eve's mouth. Eve drew back and found to her surprise that she could slide, with the greatest of ease, three fingers deep into her convulsing vagina. She pressed down against the inner walls, seeking out her G spot. She pressed and released the pressure, again and again. She felt Stephanie's body shudder. Then Stephanie slid her own hand back between her thighs and massage her clitoris. It excited eve even further to see her touching herself. Eve worked her fingers with renewed vigor. She wanted to make Stephanie "come" again. She wanted to see the wave of pleasure engulf her new lover. She felt Stephanie's muscles tighten around her fingers and her body shake and knew she was about to "come". Stephanie removed her hand from her clitoris and pushed it down hard on Eve's hand as her orgasm racked her body. Her saturated vagina was making sexy sucking noises from the movements of eve's fingers. Her juices were running down Eve's fingers and face. She removed her fingers and put her mouth over Stephanie's open vagina. She sucked on it as hard as she could, drawing the lubricating fluids out of her. Eve's own climax hit a few seconds later. She was exhausted, her pussy felt raw from the pummeling it had received, firstly from the unknown penis and fingers, when she had been bent over the back of the sofa, and now Stephanie's relentless mouth, tongue and fingers. Stephanie rolled off her, turned around again and lay down beside her. She lay on her side facing eve. She drew Eve into her arms, holding her close. She raised her right leg and put it across Eve's thighs, pressing her saturated vagina mound against her. It was warm and slippery with her juices and the pubic hair felt coarse against the skin of Eve's upper thigh. Eve felt contented, loved and very satisfied, it was the most erotic and fulfilling sex she had ever had in her life, unlike with a man. Guys were usually in such a hurry and it was over before she was fully aroused. She loved the feel of Stephanie's soft warm body pressing against hers. She rolled over and snuggled her backside into Stephanie's soft warm tummy. The air was filled with the aroma of their combined femininity as they fell into a blissful sleep. Michael, Stephen and Irene smiled down at the two entwined figures on the bearskin rug. "That was a wonderful display, thank you for bringing Stephanie tonight, Stephen." He said. "I think Eve has been adequately 'rewarded'. We will leave them here to enjoy each other until the morning." He said as he rose from his seat. He looked across at Irene. "Go and prepare yourself, woman. Stephen and I will join you in the bedroom shortly. "Yes, Master Michael." She replied. Irene always enjoyed being shared with his friends. Eve's Introduction to BDSM Pt. 05 Michael removed the steel collar from around Eve's neck while she slept, leaving the thin gold chain in place. He then turned to his friend and offered him another glass of cognac. They sat on the couch, the back of which Eve had been bent over while they all had their way with her. They talked quietly in the light of the open fire, and gazed down at the sleeping, entwined bodies of Stephanie and Eve. Meanwhile Irene showered. While in the shower she quickly shaved the soft lips between her legs, thus ensuring the smoothness she knew Michael enjoyed. When she had finished, she washed thoroughly, she turned off the shower, dried herself and returned to the bedroom. She did not dress, choosing to walk around the room naked. She stood before the mirror and massaged her full and nicely shaped breasts. Then she trailed her finger tips over them, watching the nipples grow before her eyes. She slid her hands over the flair of her hips. Her eyes focused on the small slit at the top of her legs, and marveled how it only hinted of the soft folds of skin and flesh of her womanhood that were neatly tucked away between her legs. She turned side on to the mirror and pulled in her tummy, pulled her shoulders back. Her breasts lifted provocatively. She smiled happily to herself. She went to the wardrobe and took out two scented candles. She lit them and placed one on either side of the king sized bed. Then she switched off the light and knelt on the bed in the flickering candlelight. Her back was straight, her head high, and her hands lying palm upwards upon her widely spread thighs. She waited, as a slave would await her Master. Michael and Stephen entered the room. While Michael went straight to the top drawer of the chest of drawers, Stephen stopped at the foot of the bed. He reached out and cupped Irene's breasts in his hands. She quivered as she felt the strange pair on hands gently kneading her soft flesh. Her nipples hardened. She marveled at how everyone had a slightly different touch. Everyone who had ever touched her breasts seemed to feel slightly different. Michael's touch was familiar. He was gentle. Stephen's touch was more urgent. He squeezed the soft flesh causing her to cry out. A dull pain lingered as he released them and concentrated on teasing her nipples. Michael turned towards the bed as he heard her soft cry. He smiled. Then walked across to Irene and slipped a blind fold over her eyes. "Lie back Irene." Michael said softly in her ear. Stephen released her nipples. She lay back on the bed. They took her ankles, attached cuffs and pulled her down towards the bottom of the bed. Her legs were then spread painfully wide and the cuffs tied off to the corners of the brass bedstead. Similarly they attended to her wrists, fastening them to the bedhead. She lay spread-eagle open and exposed to their view. Unable to move either her legs or arms. Her well being was entrusted entirely to them. She lay and waited. She wondered if it was her imagination or if the faintest tickling she could feel was actually real. It was running from her shoulders across her breasts, down over her tummy, across her hips and down the top of her thighs to her ankles. Then it began to move upwards, up the inside of her widely parted thighs and brushed lightly over her exposed labia, then over her tummy, back up over her breasts and to her shoulders. It continued up her arms to her hands. It concentrated on both her palms and the tender section on the underside of her wrists and forearms. Then up each finger to her fingertips. She held her hands wide open enjoying the sensations on her palms. She imagined that Michael and Stephen were on either side of her, mirroring each other's movements with either feathers or ticklers, for she felt the feeling simultaneously on both hands, both wrists, both breasts and on both thighs. . They worked their way up and down her body. She shivered with pleasure. Then she noticed a variation. One remained on her breasts. Teasing each nipple in turn. Slowly traversing the valley between her breasts. Lightly caressing one nipple to hardness before returning to the first. Spiraling its way around each breast before slowly making its way to her nipple again. Her breathing quickened. While one of them concentrated on her breasts the other moved lower. The faint touch slowly moved up the inside of one thigh. It lingered at her labia, lightly brushing each one several times before making its way down the other thigh. She sighed audibly, leaving her mouth partly open. A pair of lips descended on her parted lips and lightly kissed her. She felt the warmth of someone's breath against her thighs and the touch as she was kissed on her lower lips at the same time. As a tongue pushed into her mouth, so a tongue probed and pushed her lower lips and into her vagina. She moaned, but the mouth on top of her own muffled her moan. Both mouths left her momentarily, only to return. This time she could smell her feminine scent on the lips of the lover who was kissing her mouth and surmised that they had changed positions. Each sharing her evenly. Each was spending equal amounts of time on both her pairs of lips. She continued to moan quietly, enjoying the tenderness they were displaying to her. The kissing stopped and the gentle lips departed, only to descend one on each breast. Both mouths sucked at her nipples. Their teeth lightly tugged on her. Tongues caressed the end of each captive nipple. Nipples that were as captive and restrained as she was. She felt each nipple drawn out and then released. Finally they released her for the last time but the pressure still remained. She recognized the familiar pressure of clothes pins and knew that while she was basking in the pleasure of their mouths they had drawn her nipples out and had slipped clothes pins onto the distended buds. Her nipples ached slightly from the pressure. She felt fingers kneading her breasts, lightly pinching her, tugging at her. Each pinch continued even after a new one had begun. She imagined they were putting on more clothes pins. It felt as if they were encircling each nipple. She was right in her assumption. Both breasts ached and the irritation of the clothes pins was inescapable. The light caressing feeling began again. Working its way down each arm from her finger tips, down over her shoulders, over her ribs, hips and down the outside of her thighs to her feet. It lingered on each foot, lightly working its way up and down the sole of each foot. She wriggled her toes in despair. It was unbearable, she pulled on the leg restraints, but they held her firm. Finally they relented and moved upwards again, tracing a slow path up the inside of her legs. They meandered ever so slowly in small circles up the insides of her thighs. Oh God she wanted them to reach the top of their journey and touch her yearning labia. At last they reached the tops of her legs and trailed up and down her outer labia occasionally touching her soaked inner lips. She quivered uncontrollably each time they deviated to inwards to her most tender skin. One feather continued to circle her labia, it sometimes took a short cut and moved up and down over her clitoral hood and down towards her anus. Then she felt a light slap on her inner thigh. It was probably a riding crop, but she wasn't sure. It lightly slapped its way up each inner thigh in turn. Then replacing the feather with light slaps to her labia while the feather continued its journey up and down her thighs. Soon she was confused by the sensations, unable to distinguish between the feather and the crop. Meanwhile the dull ache in her breasts was working its way down to the pit of her tummy. While in a state of confused sensations, she felt her outer labia being pinched as more clothes pins were attached. Michael had done it to her before and taken photographs. A line of clothes pins up each of her labia, not only holding her open, so that her juices freely oozed out of her and trickled down to her anus, but lightly pinching her, causing another irritation. Then there was nothing. No hands, no lips, no feathers, no riding crop. Nothing. Her mind was left to contemplate the sensations running through her body. She could envisage what she must look like, with clothes pins on each nipple and a series of pins around each breast and a line of pins up each labia. She became aware that there was something pinching her clitoris and decided that they must have also placed one or two clothespin there as well. She waited, yearning for relief from the irritation. Her vagina ached. She needed to be released. Everything they had done had teased her. She was highly aroused. They had taken to her to a plateau of expectation and left her. She was ready to move on. She wriggled her backside to try and find a little satisfaction from the pressure of the clothes pins, but she couldn't evade their every present pinch. The more she wriggled the more the clothes pins on her labia moved making her condition more intense. She moaned, wondering how long they would leave her to dangle so close to total satisfaction and yet so far from it. It was like a dream, unable to move with her feet in quick sand and yet straining to achieve a desired goal. As she waited, she felt a sharp sensation on her lower tummy. She couldn't tell if it was hot or cold. But is was extreme. It was below her navel but above the pubic bone. It came from nowhere. It penetrated deep inside her. The sting was inescapable and it was spreading across the soft flesh. It eventually dawned on her that such a sensation might well come from the wax of a candle should it be dropped on her. It was burning the very essence of her womanhood. Her womb, her first Chakra. She wriggled instinctively, trying in vain to protect herself. They had spared the obvious physical targets, choosing to concentrate more on that part of her that lay deep within her. This attack was more spiritual than anything else. It acknowledged that below the soft skin lay the vessel in which life itself was created. A very sacred place. The wax stopped falling on her, as it hardened and gripped the skin, she felt them peeling it from her. The burning sensation lingered adding to the other sensations to which she had been exposed. She waited, wondering what would happen next. What did they have planned for her? She heard movements in the room. She felt the pins being removed from around her areolae. Her nipples stung as the blood rushed back into them as the two final clothes pins were removed. She yearned to rub them. She felt the bed move as someone climbed between her legs and the tugging made her think they had removed the clothes pins from her labia. She felt numb. She couldn't really tell if they were still there or not. She felt pressure against the opening of her vagina. She hoped that relief was at hand. She gasped as a penis was pushed full length into her. It stretched her and seemed to push up into to tummy. She burned inside although she was well lubricated. She was suddenly filled to capacity. It took her body a few moments to adjust to this foreign body invading deep inside her. The weight of a body pressed down on her as the penis slid in and out of her. A tongue probed her mouth. She willingly accepted it. She was grateful for the relief from the torment she had been experiencing. She loved the feeling of someone deep inside her. The hardness of a man pushing into her, pleasuring himself against the soft warm walls of her vagina. He pushed in and out of her relentlessly. Her hips rolled up to meet every thrust. Their pubic bones began to grind together as he pushed every millimeter of himself into her. She could feel his pubic hair scratching her newly shaved skin. She shuddered. Her breathing had quickened and become irregular. He moaned in her ear as she felt his body stiffen on top of her and he convulsed deep inside her. His uncontrolled release triggering a series of involuntary contractions deep inside her. A wave of pleasure descended on her body, engulfing her. He shuddered and was motionless. His full weight lying on top of her making it difficult for her to catch her breath. Finally he rolled off her. She felt his semen and her own juices flowing out of her widely spread legs and run down over her anus and onto the bed below her, creating an uncomfortable puddle beneath her backside. Just as she was recovering, she became aware of the other one moving into position between her legs. He pressed his penis into her lubricated and stretched vagina and continued where his partner had just left off. She cried out at the refreshed vigor and urgency of this new penis as it pushed in and out of her. Wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. She shuddered uncontrollably, tugging at the restraints. Tomorrow she would be sore, but right now she was in ecstasy. She was exhausted. She felt his last urgent thrusts deep inside her before he released inside her, flooding her vagina with his seed. She tightened her muscles drawing the last seed from him and in doing so sent another ultimate wave of pleasure through her own body. She screamed and finally they lay still. He was still on top of her. She felt someone release her hands and her feet. She slid her arms around him. She recognized the body as being that of Michael, her lover. She dug her fingernails playfully into his firm tight backside and then drew them painfully up his buttocks and across his back, leaving deep red trails. Finally he rolled off her and removed the blind fold. The candles had been blown out and the room was in darkness. The smell of the smoldering candles mixed with her own scent and the strong musk smell of the flood of semen that was spread over her inner thighs and the bed. Four arms embraced her, two mouths were kissing her, sucking on her earlobes, nibbling her neck. A man on either side of her, pressing against her. As she lay between their strong firm bodies she felt secure and warm. She felt so loved. Their arms and legs were entwined. The three of them were exhausted, satiated. The house was in darkness as they quickly drifted off to sleep.