0 comments/ 82549 views/ 7 favorites Rough & Tumble Ch. 1 By: Decadent Switch Part I: Erin's game "It kind of started when she hit me with a cushion," James said. Anna nodded curiously, while Erin smirked and absently rubbed the side of her face. The bruise was starting to fade now. "Well, if she hit you, how come she's the one with the bruise?" James kept his expression mock serious and relaxed back into his armchair. "I was just coming through from the kitchen with a can of beer and as I came through the doorway, she swung the cushion right at my face. Totally unexpected, it was. Made me drop my beer." Erin laughed lightly. "You should have seen his face. He looked so shocked. He nearly fell over." "And then..?" Anna prompted and then sipped from her mug of coffee. "Well, I hit her of course." Anna spluttered into her cup. "Well, she made me drop my beer." "What?" Anna finally managed to find some coherence. "Yeah, of course. I just smacked her in the side of the face" James studied his knuckles ruefully, as if looking for bruises of his own. "She went straight down. Not even a whimper – if I wasn't so mad at her, I'd have been proud of her. She's got a hard skull, though." "What?" "Well, she deserved it. She made me drop my beer." Anna's eyes were wide with shock now, but the surprise was giving way to a building anger and her cheeks were being flushed with outrage. She was looking more attractive by the second, James thought. "You think that a joke like that deserves being assaulted?" She was starting to rise from her seat to emphasise her point. "Do you seriously believe..?" "Hey, come on! She started it." A strangulated choking noise distracted the two and they turned round to face Erin. Anna was astonished to see that she was trying to restrain a fit of the giggles. "James…" she blurted out, finally. "James, stop being… stop being cruel. Tell… her the truth." "OK, so I kicked her a few times when she was down, but her ribs'll heal without permanent damage." "James!" Anna was looking from one to the other and back again, in total confusion now. Gradually Erin's sobs of laughter subsided and she waved Anna back into her seat. James sat back and waited – still wearing the same dead-pan expression that was only partially marred by twitches at the corners of his mouth giving away his own amusement while he tried not to smile. "We had a wrestling match and we just got a little carried away. That's all. It was a bit of fun and games, but… you know… accidents happen." He stumbled backward, reeling in surprise as the cushion impacted on the side of his head. He heard her snort of laughter as the can of beer hit the floor and that sound gave way to a squeal of surprise and excitement as he lunged at her. His arm caught her round the waist and his momentum carried her over to the couch, where she crumpled immediately. "Oh, the big bad bear is angry, eh?" she said. "Coming over all masculine, is he?" "Better believe it, darlin'. I dropped m'beer. You're gaunae pay for that." "And who's going to make me?" Suddenly, she had wriggled away and, tipped off balance, he had collapsed forward onto the couch in her place. She slipped an arm round his neck and swung round, pinning him down with her own weight. He squirmed round and half fell off the couch and onto the floor, but she followed him all the way down and suddenly she was sitting astride his waist and pinning his shoulders to the floor. They were both breathing heavily and paused for a moment, taking stock of the situation. He, however, was finding himself distracted by the way the top button of her shirt had come undone, revealing a lot more of her cleavage than he had ever seen before. She wasn't wearing a bra. "Damn, James! You had me thinking you were some kind of closet wife-beater or something, there. That wasn't nice." "Nahh, maybe not. It was a laugh, though. You should have seen your face." "It was just a play kind of thing, then? You two were just larking around? All perfectly innocent?" Anna's raised eyebrow was very eloquent. She was becoming intrigued now. "Well, I wouldn't say it was entirely innocent." Erin answered, confirming Anna's suspicions. "Oh? Tell me more." "Too much for you to handle then am I? The big bad bear can't cope with someone who fights back, eh?" Erin taunted. "Just getting my breath back," James answered and grabbed her wrists, then quickly flipped her over. He had body weight on his side and suddenly he was poised over, but again she wriggled free. Did he catch a tantalising glimpse of her left breast as she rolled to her feet? It was hard to say, but when she stopped moving, her alert crouch teased him all the more. He tried to keep his eyes away from her chest, in case she realised what was distracting him and called a halt to this exciting activity. The faced each other warily; mirroring each others' stances. Waiting to see who would make the first move. It was her, in fact. She feinted to the left, and as he swung to cover her, she ducked right and hooked an arm round his waist. He slipped free, but her fingers caught his shirt and tore it open – buttons popping and flying across the room. "Oops," she said as he took in the damage. "Sorry." He shrugged. "It was an old one. I'm not exactly heartbroken." She smiled as if she had known that already, then lunged forward again. Once more, she was too quick for him… or was it that he was letting her get close? Was he perhaps seizing an opportunity to grab a quick eyeful every time she made a move? Was something… perhaps… distracting him? She grabbed his lapels and hauled his shirt down off his shoulders quickly and used it to pin his arms at his sides, then hooked a leg between his and tipped him off balance. He fell to the floor heavily; grunting as the air was forced from his lungs. "Sometimes men are so slow to catch on to something. They spend so much time wondering about making a move, or trying to seduce someone or figuring out how to take advantage of a situation that they can completely miss the totally obvious thing that's staring them right in the face." Erin was saying. "Which is what?" James asked. Erin and Anna exchanged a look. "That maybe they're not the only ones thinking about turning something to their own salacious advantage." She followed the fall through, by dropping to her knees on his chest – lightly, but with enough pressure to pin him down once more – and took the opportunity to glance at his crotch. A suspicious bulge confirmed what she already knew. She smiled and then looked towards his face instead. "Having fun, yet?" "Hey, that's not fair!" he gasped out. "Unfair advantage. How would you feel if I tried that tactic on you?" "Well, if you think you're capable of it, big boy, you just go ahead and try." There. How could he fail to miss the invitation there? But his eyes just narrowed suspiciously. "Bet you'd change your tune if it looked like I was going to succeed." She allowed an offended expression to cross her face. "You really think I'd say one thing and mean another? That I'd change the rules midway through the game?" "Umm… no… sorry, I don't think you'd do that." She grinned again. "Well, you're wrong, you big bad bear. I'd do it in a second. But seriously… if you think you're capable of doing to me what I just did to you, then you go right ahead and try." He sat up suddenly, and she was tipped off balance and fell over backward as he struggled free of his shirt and cast it aside. Her face hit the side of the armchair and she rolled quickly, then half rose to her knees before she felt his arms snake round her and grab the lapels of her shirt. Again, buttons flew across the room and suddenly she felt one of his hands hook into the waistband of her jeans and pull her backward. "That was when you got the bruise, then?" "We… think so, but to tell the truth, we're not really sure" Erin said. "We were just so caught up in what was happening that I didn't feel a thing. It was only later, when it was all over that we realised it had happened." "Yeah, well… it certainly sounds like you were having fun." Anna smiled slyly at James. "Beating up on your 'big, bad bear'." "Aww, I was holding back. I could have handled her if I wasn't restraining myself" A speculative look passed between the two girls, and Erin turned to James. "And just how tough is the big, bad bear?" "More than tough enough to handle you in a rematch, now that I know the ground rules. You'd need to find another advantage from somewhere. Got anyone you can get to give you a hand?" The two girls smiled at each other. How easily they were led, was the unspoken statement that passed between them. Erin felt herself being lifted off her feet and spun round. James' left hand round her waist and his right hand in the waistband of her jeans was all he needed to hoist her into the air and carry her back to the couch, where she was dumped face down. Then suddenly, she felt a stinging sensation as his palm impacted with the left cheek of her arse. She cried out in surprise more than pain, immediately before she felt the corresponding impact on her right cheek. She tried to rise, but his hand was pressing into the small of her back and holding her down. Another impact on her left cheek again, and the briefest, tiniest pause as his hand seemed to stroke her denim clad arse before leaving before anything more overtly sexual could be implied. Even now, he was playing within the limits of the rules he knew were part of the "game"… not yet daring to take any major liberties. He still had not seen her from the front, she realised. Didn't he want to look at her breasts? Was she going to have to show him them? She threw her head backwards and it connected with his chin, easily – too easily – tipping him off balance again and knocking him to the floor. She stood up and swung round stripping off her shirt then dropped to her knees astride him again. She enjoyed the wide eyed look he gave her breasts, then rocked back slightly. Yes, sure enough, she could feel the hardness against her stinging arse and she slipped her hand round and closed her fingers round his cock. "What's this?" she said. "You getting all excited about this?" She tutted at him and waved a finger in front of his face, then cupped her hands over her breasts coyly. "You're looking at these, aren't you? They're putting bad thoughts in your head?" She squirmed backwards slightly, enjoying the feeling as his length slipped between the cheeks of her arse. "You're getting all excited at looking at my body, you big, bad bear." He bucked underneath her and she was dislodged once more. She fell to her hands and knees and started to crawl rapidly away, but once more she felt his hand seize the waist band of her jeans and pull her back. This time, though, his right hand slipped round and found her left breast – then with an arm round her body, he pulled her upright and against him. His left hand came round her body as well, but found the buttons on her jeans and fumblingly began to undo them. She gasped and squirmed, but couldn't break loose this time. When his right hand let go of her upper body, she threw herself forward, but he seized the waist band of her jeans in both hands and dragged them down off her arse. She heard him gasp, as he took in the black lacy knickers she was wearing, cupping her beautiful cheeks – and then she rolled over to start kicking at him. But he kicking was too hampered, as her jeans were dragged below her knees. There was some brief fumbling as he got to her shoes, but those were quickly cast aside as well, then the jeans were hauled away and all she was left with were her knickers. "Loser pays a forfeit, then?" Erin said, once the furniture had been moved aside and the three had stood up to face each other. "What kind of forfeit?" James asked doubtfully. "The loser has to be a slave to the two winners for the rest of the day." "And how do we figure out who loses and who wins?" "The loser will be the first person to be completely stripped naked. The outright winner will be whichever of the two others has most clothes on. That person will be in complete charge, but both winners will be able to use the user as her slave." "Or 'his' slave, you mean." Erin smiled. "Yeah. Or 'his' slave, then. Sound good to you?" James was having his doubts now, but he didn't voice them. He wasn't about to back down now. Anyway… he'd spend forever wondering just what kind of fun he'd passed up on if he did back down. And surely he'd be able to hold his own even against two girls, right? Also, it'd be fun to fight more freely without worrying that he'd be winning too easily. More competition. "Yeah," he said. "Sounds good t'me." "And me," Anna added. "Cool. Let's go." She rolled over and swung round to face him, landing on her knees – her arms coming up once more to cover her breasts in a belated attack of modesty. She could see his erection pressing at the front of his jeans and he was no longer doing anything to conceal it. Both of them were flushed now with the exertion and excitement. Both were panting heavily. "I'm going to take those knickers off you," he told her. "And then what are you going to do?" He paused, and suddenly she launched herself forward once more. One hand pressed against his chest and pushed him backward and she swung round and sat on him. She struggled with his zip and felt him start to rise, so she slid her weight further up his body to prevent him from finding the leverage, as she finally managed to open up his jeans. He started to squirm, so she slipped her hand inside his tight boxers and closed her fingers round his cock. He ceased all motion at that point and she seized her opportunity to shift herself from his chest and shove her hot, wet pussy – still covered by her damp knickers – into his face. Caught between the conflicting desires to keep fighting and to explore this new opportunity, he still didn't move and she pressed home her advantage. Her hands found the waist band of his jeans and she pushed them and his boxers down to his thighs, revealing his hard, swollen cock to her hungry gaze. She reached back to adjust her knickers slightly, then pushed her pussy back towards his face once more. His tongue plunged deep inside her, just as her mouth closed round his cock. Just as her tongue cushioned his sensitive glans. Just as her fingers pumped him experimentally. Just as he spasmed in ecstacy and released his sperm into her mouth. She sucked greedily and her hand pumped some more until she had swallowed everything he had to give. Then she smiled, stood up and bent over to offer him a hand and help him to her feet. "You have to pay a forfeit now," she said, dropping to her knees in front of him and slipping his jeans off. She paused and studied his cock which had softened slightly, but showed no further signs of subsiding. She took it in her hand again, and licked its length. "What forfeit?" he asked nervously. She rose to her feet again, then pressed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him to his knees. "Take those off me first…" she said. "And I'll tell you what to do next." James held his own for a while and got Erin's shirt off, and Anna's shirt and skirt. But under the combined onslaught of both girls, the end result was a foregone conclusion. With Erin holding him down, and Anna hauling open his jeans, it didn't take much more than ten minutes before James was completely naked. They stood up and smiled at each other, then turned to gloat at him. Erin stepped up behind Anna, then slipped her bra down, revealing her breasts and while James watched, she moved her head forward to nibble at her friends' shoulder. Her hands came up and caressed her breasts. James stepped forward to join in, but Anna put a hand up and pressed it against his chest, pushing him back. She smiled down at his cock – rearing up readily – and shook her head at him. "Oh, the big, bad bear wants to play, does he?" she smiled. "Tough. Go and sit over there and watch for a while. We're going to have some fun here and when we're ready for our slave… then we'll make full use of him." Reluctantly, James sat down to watch. Both girls smiled at him, before turning to each other. And with a last parting shot, before they concentrated fully on giving and taking their Sapphic pleasure, Erin told him not to even think about playing with himself as he watched. Rough & Tumble Ch. 2 Chapter 2: The Tease It was a long wait. He watched as the two girls stripped each other slowly, teasingly – teasing him more than they teased each other. They were putting on a show, that much was painfully clear and James's cock was straining to join in. Getting painfully stiff and throbbing as he resisted the impulse to stroke himself. Erin got down onto the floor first and reached up for Anna's hand, and drew her friend down beside her. The two girls looked round at James, their faces side by side and smiled sweetly, before turning towards each other and kissing deeply. Anna's hand caressed Erin's bear breasts, before reaching round to unhook her bra and discard it completely. Erin's hand went round behind Anna's head and pressed her lips harder for a moment, before parting so they could stare into each others' eyes. Their tongues snaked out and met each other – once again just to tease James some more. Anna reached down to unbutton Erin's jeans and she leaned back to allow them to open easier. She lifted her arse off the ground, letting Anna slide them down her legs slowly, seductively, leaning forward to plant a kiss on the front of her knickers as she did so. Both girls smiled as James groaned softly in the background and Erin arched her back, pushing her pussy towards Anna's mouth. James's hand slipped closer to his cock, but he resisted the temptation to play with it. Instead, he slipped his left palm round to cup his balls and squeeze them gently. To kneed them and caress them. He kept watching the girls with sheer fascination. Erin slipped off her knickers and Anna laid herself on the floor, on her back, her feet pointing towards James. Needing no further invitation, Erin positioned herself over Anna's face and lowered her pussy, allowing her knees to take her weight. Anna's hands reached up and round to grip Erin's thighs and she raised her head to slide her tongue inside Erin's pussy. Erin's hands caressed herself, and her own fingernails drew white passages along her flat, tanned stomach towards her breasts. James could see her nipples hard and erect and held his breath as Erin's hands cupped them as she arched her back. Her eyes were closed, but she opened them for a second and held James's gaze, before the ecstasy of Anna's tongue clouded them over again and her head lolled back, her lids rolling forward once more. Her hands travelled across her nipples, hiding them, flicking them, allowing them to appear briefly between her fingers before disappearing again. A tantalising peep show that James could almost believe was more erotic than anything he had yet witnessed. Almost. His cock was starting to throb insistently now and he wasn't sure how much longer he could resist the temptation to play with it, even if it would mean he would shoot his load almost immediately. Was it worth the risk? Was it worth the chance of annoying these beautiful women to the extent that they might take their loving elsewhere, and with it, any promise of personal attention to him? His right hand started sliding closer, across his thigh. Erin leaned forward to taste Anna's pussy, but she was still dressed in her matching black bra and knickers, so she just pressed a kiss through the thin fabric, relishing James's eyes on her breasts as she did so. Anna responded by flicking her tongue faster and Erin practically flew upright once more, moaning aloud in delight. Sensing that her lover's excitement was mounting rapidly, Anna's tongue became more skilled by the second and within moments Erin was unrestrainedly giving out gasps and moans of sheer, genuine pleasure. Anna's fingers dug deeper into her thighs and she started moaning herself, which seemed to spur Erin on even more. Her moans became more frantic and it was obvious an orgasm was fast approaching. James couldn't resist it any more and his right hand found his cock and started pumping it slowly. He drew his foreskin right back from his glans and sighed aloud at the luxuriously velvet sensation of his own flesh sliding against a hard core of sexual excitement. The instinct was shouting at him not to hold back, but he was fighting it all the way, even as he heard Erin give full vent to her own ecstasy. He watched as Erin's hands flew out as if to welcome him into her arms and her whole body spasmed frantically. Even then, Anna's tongue didn't let up and Erin threw her head back and wailed aloud. James's hand started pumping quickly and he would have probably finished right there on the spot, if Erin's head didn't snap forward without warning, her eyes wide open and staring accusingly at him. There was no chance to hide what he had been up to. He had been caught red handed. His hand ceased its frantic pumping just moments from orgasm and he stared at her guiltily, his face reddening. He searched her face for a sign, any sign of forgiveness, of understanding, but there was none there. In that moment, he knew there was going to be a price to be paid. And he was their slave – he had to do whatever was demanded of him. Rough & Tumble Ch. 3 Chapter 3: Jimmy's forfeit Immediately the two girls were on their feet, stepping closer to him. Prowling, almost. Predatorily, proprietarily… It occurred to him with a shock that they weren't really angry with him. In fact, he had played right into their hands and they were going to make the most of his rashness. "Had fun, did you?" Erin asked. She walked round behind him and he heard a drawer opening, but didn't realise what was in store until she grabbed his wrist and suddenly something cold fastened round it, with a ratchetting sound. He didn't resist as his other wrist was grabbed and forced into the handcuffs as well. "Time to pay for your fun now, darlin'" Anna added. She reached out suddenly and grabbed his cock, then drew him to his feet. He stumbled slightly as he rose, but recovered quickly – a good job too, because it didn't seem like Anna was prepared to let go. She dropped to her knees and for a moment he thought she was going to suck him, but no such luck. Instead, she examined his cock closely. She wasn't exactly tender and he gasped as she jerked it downwards, then let go to see it spring up. Erin had turned away to rummage in a drawer, but reappeared a moment later, holding something. A tape measure. "Feeling like finding out how big he is?" she asked. "Yeah, good idea." Anna pressed a fingertip onto his cock just below the glans and held it in place, while Erin pressed the measuring tape at his tip, then paused. Uncertain of how to proceed. "How does this work?" she asked. "From the tip to where it meets his stomach, I suppose," Anna answered. "Underneath would add some extra inches on. That would be the cheating way to do it. I bet there's guys out there who measure it right to their arseholes." "Yeah, OK" Erin placed the end of the tape measure at the tip of James's cock, then drew it down to his stomach, before lifting it again to check the measurement. "Well?" "Eight inches." "Is that all?" Anna said scathingly. "Hmm. Yeah, well… it doesn't look too impressive anyway, does it? We hardly needed a tape measure to confirm that fact." The two girls stood and looked at him for a moment, suddenly unsure of what to do next. After a moment, Erin grinned at something, then grabbed Anna's wrist and drew her aside. The two girls huddled together briefly, while James looked on and tried to hear what they were whispering. No such luck, though. He caught a gasp from Anna, as Erin outlined her idea, then a bit more frantic whispering. An agreement seemed to be made, and finally they both parted and returned to him. Without a word, Erin grabbed his arm and led him through into the bedroom, making him stumble again briefly, as the cuffs threw off his balance. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a keyring, selected a small key and unlocked the cuffs. He rubbed his wrists and watched her, amazed that she actually kept the key with her ordinary keys. He turned to keep her in sight as she crossed the room again and started to rummage in a drawer, where she produced some leather restraints. Two sets of padded cuffs made of thick, dark leather, each with two buckles and a bit of chain connecting them. For each set, the chain was pretty long – obviously designed to do more than just keep a person's hands tied behind his back. She made him lie back on the bed, then attached one cuff to his right wrist, before dropping the chain to the floor. She crossed to the other side of the bed, rummaged underneath it to find the other cuff, then brought it up and cuffed his other wrist. He found that he had some degree of play, but nowhere near enough to make his hands meet and therefore free himself. The process was repeated with his ankles, but the chain on this set of cuffs was slightly shorter, which left his legs spread out and had him feeling particularly vulnerable – and excited. She knelt between his legs when she was finished, and he leaned up on his elbows to look at her. She just pressed a single finger onto his chest and pushed him back into place on the bed, then trailed that finger down to his groin, before closing her hand round about his cock. She squeezed it, then slowly tightened her grip until he gasped. She gave out a soft, throaty laugh, then let go, turned away and left the room. It seemed ages that he was left alone and during that time, he got an inkling of what was in store. Left with just his imagination for company, all sorts of improbably scenarios started running through his head. He was loathe to discarded any of them, though. Until a few days ago, he hadn't entertained a single clue that the outwardly sweet and innocent Erin could be remotely kinky and even just a few hours ago, he would never have believed it possible that she had so much bondage and BDSM equipment. He was beginning to view her in a whole new light. He could hear muffled conversations coming from next door and it was clear that they were being held on the 'phone. More people were being invited round! Eventually Erin came back, dressed only in a pair of black, thigh-length boots. She walked over to the bed and stood over him, looking stern. "What are you?" she asked. "Your… slave? Mistress?" he replied, hesitantly. He wasn't sure of the correct response and worried that this was overdoing it, but it seemed to meet with her approval. It certainly conformed to the protocols of the situation. She drew her nails down his chest, gently, leaving white trails down toward his crotch, where she suddenly grabbed him. One hand gripped his erection and pulled it from side to side, the other curled around his balls. Squeezing. Almost hurting, but not quite – like this was an option that was still open, but not one that she really wanted. At that point, he started to relax and to hope that perhaps the evening was going to be about pleasure after all, and not about pain. "And who does this belong to?" "It belongs to you, Mistress!" he said weakly. Suddenly the doorbell rang, announcing guests. He had anticipated this, but hadn't quite believed it. He felt his cock stiffen further in Erin's hand and heard Anna go to answer the door. Erin smiled, feeling his arousal. Recognising it. Welcoming it. Excited voices rose from the hallway and James heard someone asking where he was. Anna's muffled voice suggested they all go into the living room to wait for his arrival. It sounded like this was going to be a fairly eventful night. "Will you do anything for me?" Erin asked, her hand still caressing his cock. "I'm your slave for tonight," he answered. "I'll do whatever I'm told!" Within reason was the unspoken qualifier to that statement. She smiled and masturbated him quickly, efficiently, until he was on the brink of ejaculating. He gasped frantically, then subsided as her hand squeezed him, preventing the conclusion. "That's enough for now!" she said and moved her hand away to pat his testicles gently. Then she walked from the room and left him alone again. He lay there, helplessly, dreaming of being inside her, feeling her wetness like none other, feeling a heat so sweet, so strong, so… The door opened and a stranger walked in. She was tall, slim, with short blonde hair. Her dress was black velvet, clinging to her body, accentuating every curve. Her face was hidden behind a feathered mask. Without a word the woman crossed the room and produced a small, leather device which she started strapping onto his cock. One strap ran the length of his shaft, while the others attached to it – one going behind his balls, the other four round the shaft of his hard cock. Her fingers got wet with his dribbling juices and she wiped them dry on his chest. His ankles and wrists were freed and she attached a dog's lead to a metal hoop on the cock strap, then tugged on it, urging him forward. He walked behind her, his eyes admiring the sway of her slim hips. Quickly past the open living-room door, where the conversation grew hush. How many were there? Did they see him? She led him on down the hallway a little further where she suddenly pressed him up against the wall, just past the door and leaned into his face. "Now, you know what's expected of you, don't you?" she whispered. "You saw how many people were in there. Do you want me to lead you in there, for everyone to see you and to see how pathetic you are?" "No." he gasped, but the answer was really "Yes." He wanted to be on show. He wanted everyone to look at him and see me and admire him. He wanted to be the centre of attention. She smiled at him, recognising his true answer, then took up the lead and yanked it roughly and they walked back along the hallway to the living room, where the conversation came to a complete halt. Several people were there. Women elegantly dressed – every one of them was masked and silent as he was pulled to the centre of the room and abandoned there, the lead falling to the floor. They began to whisper now and some moved in closer. A woman dressed in a loose silk shift grabbed his cock and pulled on it gently. Another woman quickly joined her. She pinched the tip of his cock, forcing out some secretion that she rubbed into her fingers. She looked right into his eyes, her face hidden by a leather mask. People moved silently around him. His leather-bound cock was grabbed, slapped, fondled and yanked. Hands slapped his buttocks, fingers probed and fingernails raked his bare back. Someone picked up the lead and pulled him away from the small circle of well-dressed people. In the archway between living and dining room the hanging plants had been removed. He was positioned there and two women lifted his arms and attached the wrist cuffs to the hooks. One wore a hood the other a half mask. Who were all these people? And then the question did not matter any more. The small crowd witnessing his humiliation parted and he saw Erin! She was still wearing the thigh length black boots, he last saw her in, and apart from those, she was naked. Her black bush of hair proudly contrasted with the paleness of her skin. A naked woman lay on the floor beneath her, licking her pussy while she knelt in much the same position as she had adopted for Anna, earlier on – but this time she was also sucking a man's enormous cock. For a moment, he felt an intense pang of jealousy – startling in its severity… and he realised with a shock that he was smitten – that he was falling for this beautiful, exciting, surprising woman. Even as he recognised that fact, he also realised that the cock was made of leather and was strapped to a nubile young black woman. She wore nothing but that cock, her body dark as coffee and very firm. She obviously worked out a lot and he felt his jealousy replaced by an equally intense desire. The girl on his left shed her dress, bra and knickers but kept her half mask on. A tiny gold stud pierced her right nipple, her ankles wore thin gold chains and four of her painted toes were ringed. She dropped to her knees and unbuckled the leather strap, then lay on her back before him and used her feet to tease his freed cock. He was so hard it was almost starting to hurt now; liquid drooling from the tip onto her feet. Behind him someone had found a whip and began to use it on her back. Blows, hard blows, rained on his back as the girl used the sole of her right foot to flatten his erection against his belly and ground away. He winced at the pain and gritted his teeth to prevent himself from crying out. This wasn't something he had even remotely been looking forward to, but he was damned if he was going to give anyone the satisfaction of hearing him make a sound of complaint. It occurred to him then that he was too damn stubborn to be truly submissive as he was apparently supposed to be tonight. He felt the pleasurable sensations of Toe-ring's ministrations dissipating under the onslaught. Suddenly Erin looked round and shouted for the beating to stop. He caught her eye and saw with a shock that she was livid – absolutely furious. "I didn't set this up for that kind of treatment!" she shouted. "Treat your own subs how you like, but tonight's not about pain!" The whipping ceased and he got the sensation of people backing off behind him. He sighed in relief. The girl removed her feet from him. Her mouth closed over his erection, sucking gently, tongue working the underside; ecstasy, now undiluted and completely replacing the sea of pain! He looked down at the girl working his cock and his heart froze at the sight and he wondered what would happen if he come now. He felt like he was on firmer ground, now that he knew that beating wasn't a necessary protocol for his submission, but that still left a lot of leeway for another, more imaginative kind of punishment. He looked over towards his Mistress of the night and saw that she had resumed her place and was once more sucking away on that leather cock and once more being licked. She rode the woman's face and the three of them move together like well-rehearsed performers. Toe-ring moved away, leaving him on the very brink of ejaculation and then turned away to pick up the leather strap, as he felt his arms being released by someone behind him. He rubbed the strain from his wrists and submitted to the leather strap being fitted onto his cock once more, before Toe-ring finally reattached the lead and led him past Erin and out of the living room once more. Two other women fell in with them, holding his wrists and the three of them marched him into the bedroom. He recognised Anna on his right, for the first time since he had been tied to the bed. She was still wearing the black bra and knickers he had last seen her in. His hands were tied to the top railing of the framed bed and Toe-ring removed her mask. She stood in front of him, panting softly and smiled. "We don't want to hurt you, just have some fun with you!" she said and stepped up to suck a nipple into her mouth. The other woman also revealed her face and he looked round at her. She was in her mid 40's, tall and slender with small breasts. The sequinned dress soon dropped to the floor and she stood in nothing but red heels and matching satin g-string. Anna stood back and watched, smiling. Suddenly Toe-ring knelt in front of him and began to suck his cock again, her lips milking him gently while her fingers fondled his balls. She was all tease and very good and her heart pounded with excitement, the other two forgotten for the time being. She slipped a hand between his legs, fingers reaching for his arse, which she probed gently. He froze up, in shock, and waited to see what would happen next… surely she wasn't going to... Her finger met his resistance, hesitated then pushed further. She was! "Let's tie his ankles to these hooks!" the redhead said, having noticed the hooks in the legs of the bed and Toe-ring withdrew her finger, reluctantly. He was positioned face down and his feet were spread and shackled, forcing his legs wide apart and then they were at his blistered arse, all of them. There was movement behind him and he felt it on his buttocks. It was the smooth tip of a dildo and it pressed softly against his entrance. He tensed, waiting for the painful penetration but his arse was merely slapped a few times with the rubber cock. Anna grabbed his hair, pulled him upright then pushed him down on his knees with ease, just as Erin stepped into the room, fastening the same strap-on she had so recently been sucking to herself. "Having fun, yet?" she asked. She walked over and towered over him, the strap-on almost touching his lips; its white leather base covering her mound. Her scent was intoxicating and she placed a finger beneath his chin, making him look up at her. Anna stepped back, making way for her. "Well? Are you?" she persevered. He nodded, dumbly. "Good! Now suck my cock!" His mind tried to find a way out but it was inevitable and he surrendered with a deep shame, closing his lips around the leather cock. They might as well have been alone in the room now. Toe-ring and the redhead had moved away and were now in a heated 69, oblivious to them. Leaving James and Erin alone, Anna wandered over to join them. He sucked the dildo fervently, losing himself in this degrading act and after several minutes she pulled away from him and ordered him to lie on his back. She knelt between his legs and placed his feet over her shoulder, a female in the typical missionary position. She found his arse with the tip of the dildo and slowly pushed it in. He tensed himself up, expecting pain, but it was transitory, and instead he just felt the unusual sensation, the degrading sensation, the strange sensation… She smiled at him. "Beg me to screw you!" she whispered, her voice all honey now and he gave in. "Screw me! Please screw me!" he gasped as the dildo was forced a bit deeper. With a victorious cry she began to pump, the dildo pushing harder. The torment lasted ten, fifteen minutes until she climaxed from the friction of the strap-on against her pussy. Then, the dildo deep inside him, she reached down to grab his cock and pumped him slowly. His breath started to come faster, and became more ragged as she teased him mercilessly. Her fingers slid across his semen-slicked glans, sending jolts of excitement shooting down his cock until he began to believe he might pass out from the sensations and then finally she seemed to decide that she had tormented him enough. Her hand moved faster, the teasing stopped and suddenly he ejaculated – spurting all over his heaving chest. She smiled again, then leaned forward and lapped it up, like a cat at a bowl of milk. Later, broken, bruised and spent he submitted to Erin taking his cock in her mouth and miraculously bringing it back to a full erection once more, before fastening the leather strap back to his cock and re-attaching the lead, then leading him back to the living-room. The masks were gone now and there they were. He knelt in front of Erin and she stroked his hair, then in a final gesture of ownership, suggested to Toe-ring that she might enjoy him all to herself for an hour or two. "Wow! Really? That's great!" the girl said as she picked up his lead and pulled him away and back into the bedroom. "Now you're all mine!" she exclaimed, closing the door behind them...