0 comments/ 43605 views/ 7 favorites And Then The Door Opened Pt. 01 By: BadWriter This is the first three of possibly more chapters of a series of very short stories that share a common cast (usually) and theme, more like a series of vignettes than one story. If there are future sections written I plan to repeat the first chapter to set the stage, then jump right into the new material. Ch I Things couldn't have been any better, it was Friday afternoon, I had just slipped a big butt plug up my ass, and was grinding a super heavy duty vibrating massager against my crotch – I was desperate for the release of a good screaming cum and didn't have a hope in hell of getting one. In other words I was in heaven – a leather collar was padlocked around my neck with the collar chained to the headboard of the oversize king water bed with just enough slack to let me roll from side to side as I struggled to reach my orgasm.. My stainless steel chastity belt was locked on and it's key was on the dresser across the room (the collar key of course was just barely within my reach for when I was exhausted), and I was just starting to climb the peak of sexual frustration caused by a week's abstinence followed by an expected several hours working like hell to achieve an unattainable climax. I'm a slave to sexual frustration I guess, but damn I enjoy the scene I create. Then I heard the front door of the loft open. OK, so this may need some stage setting – I'm Cindy, a 20-something blond with some distinctly odd sexual drives. I live with Kathy and Sid in a sort of 2000's version of a 60's commune – we all sleep together in the aforementioned water bed in a studio loft and we couple in pairs or as a threesome as the mood strikes us. I'm openly bi-sexual and Kathy isn't adverse to girl-on-girl sex either although she prefers to control it, which is fine with me since I'm also sexually submissive but try to hide the degree of my submissiveness from my two roommates, although Kathy may suspect more than she lets on. Anyway since the loft is laid out as a studio there was no pointing trying to hide, but being human I still dropped the buzzing vibrator (it now seemed deafening) and reached for the key, which in my panic I knocked off the bed and completely out of reach. There wasn't much to do but blush and try to remember that we were all adults and I wasn't doing anything that hurt anyone else. Kathy came in followed by Sid (what in the HELL were they doing off work this early?), stopped and gaped briefly and together slowly walked over and looked down at the bed. "Damn if that old biddy across the street wasn't right when she said she saw somebody struggling on the bed last month"; he said (I glanced out the window and yes, there was a window visible but the nosey bitch would have to have used binoculars). They stood beside the bed for what was becoming a very long look, and I was about to say something (I had no idea what) when it was my turn to have wide eyes. Kathy lifted the massager and began to systematically run it over my steel clad mound. Watching me squirm she smiled and said to Sid "She really does want to give up control." Her next statement was a simple question, but it changed my life; "Shall we take it?" Sid nodded numbly, and Kathy asked where the key to the belt was. I said nothing but she followed my glance and walked over to where the belt's key lay. Taking it up she fingered it and then slipped it's silver chain over her head. I felt a tremor of fear and a stronger one of passion run up my spine. They must have seen it in my eyes, for again there was that smile, this time from both of them. Like hungry tigers looking at their intended prey. Ch II A week or so later things are settling into a semblance of what would be the new routine. I now wear the belt 24/7 except on the occasions when I'm allowed to shower and shave my pussy without it and then I'm watched by one or the other or both of my roommates so I can't pleasure myself. I have not had a climax since the week before the door opened and my life changed. I wear a symbolic chain collar at all times that looks like rather plain jewelry but locks around my neck, the leather collars are for "special occasions" (so far that has only meant sometimes during sex).. Sid and Kathy both wear keys to my belt (she got her's the day they walked in and found me, and his was my "emergency" key from my safe deposit box) and collar around their necks on chains which they never remove. I've never been beaten or whipped (except during intercourse if they wish of course), I don't have to be – I need to give them the control as much as they want to have control of me. I'm not usually required to be nude at home, but choose to be (except for the belt and collar of course) to display my status as property without the right to control my sexuality or my key holder's access to my body. Sex....... My roommates have taken me to levels of sexual frustration I'd never dreamed of, and I love them for it. For example one evening Kathy cuffed my hands behind my back, laid me face down on the bed. She tied my legs wide open to the corners of the foot of the bed, and then put the massager under me so my weight pressed it into my belt covered crotch. After leaving me go completely out of my mind for a few hours she did a strip tease and climbed onto the bed and slid her crotch under my face and told me to eat her pussy – which I did with pleasure. I put her over the top quickly, and switched to a slow lapping stroke to make her next climax long and drawn out when I felt (with my face buried I couldn't see much) Sid mount me from behind and begin to work his lubricated dick into my very willing asshole. I ate pussy while being butt-fucked vigorously (I love to be corn holed but never climax from it) and having my twat buzzed continuously by the massager. Heaven. Another time Sid had made me kneel on the bed and service him with my mouth. As he neared his orgasm he pulled out and pushed me over onto my back. Kathy, who I didn't know had been watching held my arms above my head while Sid unlocked the belt and plunged his dick into my pussy. He pounded into me like a madman and I was desperate, this was the only direct stimulation I'd had in at least 12 days and I wanted that cum. I was just getting there when he stiffened and shot load after creamy load up my grasping cunt. The waves of hot cum he was pumping into me and spilling out beside his thrusting cock drove me to ....to...... to just short of the point of no return and as I tried to squirm my way to some kind of a finish for myself he pulled out and grabbed my legs. Between them they stretched me out and held me immobile until the fire in my belly started to quiet down. Kathy watched me closely as I showered myself clean, and then knelt and licked my clit briefly before locking my sex away again. I never needed a release as much as I did right then – It was fantastic. One evening, unannounced, they brought friends home for dinner. That was my first time "on display" and it was very exciting for me. I'm not sure if Joe and Sue (our guests) had been briefed on what to expect or not but while they stared (both of them seemed quite interested) they didn't appear as surprised as you would expect friends of Sid and Kathy who only knew me casually to be to walk in and find me nude and locked into a steel chastity belt (my normal "go to work" collar really is subtle enough to be mistaken for jewelry). I thoroughly enjoyed the evening (I know that there's nothing to be embarrassed about concerning my body, and both Joe and Sue are physically attractive people only a little older than myself), and I think they did too. Nothing (else) sexual occurred that night, but while they were getting ready to leave Kathy said she and Sid hoped that they would be able to join us for some weekends when they could relax and get a chance to enjoy "our house girl". Then on some nights they just choose to fuck each other. Usually they make me watch and sometimes allow me to use the massager on my belted pussy while I do. Other times they want me to help them enjoy themselves more fully by using my tongue or fingers. It takes hours for me to calm down and get to sleep after any of these frustrating sessions, and I'm happy beyond belief to relive them in my mind and prolong my feelings. Ch III On one Friday night, after dinner, I was told to put on the heavy chain collar and dress myself in a tall cut man's dress shirt because we were going out (in my "other life" I'd worn them when I wanted the casual but sexy summer look since the long shirt tails effectively hid my ass and crotch and could hide really short shorts, but were also short and titillating enough to make people wonder if I had anything on underneath). I picked out a nice striped one and slipped into it, along with a pair of sneakers. My roommates had been watching and Kathy gave me a peck on the cheek; saying "That's for knowing you should only wear what we allow you to." We waited a few minutes, Sid kept looking at his watch as if timing were important, then we rode the lift down but instead of going to the garage we stopped at the street level. In the elevator Kathy clipped a chain leash to my collar, which was something new – both unsettling and exciting for me. Stepping out onto the sidewalk Sid and Kathy walking side by side turned uptown with me trailing just behind wondering how many people noticed the leash and what they were thinking about it, and me. I found myself starting to get aroused, my pussy was moist and my nipples harder than the rather warm evening weather would account for. After two blocks we crossed the street to the left and stopped. I waited quietly, shifting around as little as possible to avoid distracting Kathy who was busy talking to Sid about "our" vacation plans, and in a few minutes a bus pulled to the curb in front of us. Getting on the bus – I'll remember that in my (almost) wet dreams for a long time. It was still early enough that the bus was fairly full of office workers headed for home, and I don't think any of them missed the fact that I was on a leash. Some stared, a few looked disgusted or pointedly ignored us, and most snuck peeks when they thought nobody else was noticing – so I guess my situation of sitting quietly where I was told to wasn't the strangest behavior on that bus that night. Oh, and not a few of them looked interested and some jealous – although if they wanted to be in my place or Kathy's I didn't know. I continued to provide entertainment for other riders as we passed thru downtown and approached the seedier "yellow light district" on the east side, where Sid and Kathy got up and led me down the aisle and off the bus. Off down the sidewalk we went again, although this time while more people stared openly at us we also weren't the only non-standard American family group out. Leather, same sex couples, piercing, violently colored hair and any other kind of self expression or alternate lifestyle you could think of could be seen in only a few blocks. We turned into a door under a somewhat garish and flickering sign for a tattoo and piercing shop and into the typical tattoo parlor waiting area which had been visible through the window. After a minute a bearded and well tattooed man entered thru a curtain in the back of the room. He seemed to know Sid since they shook hands, then he turned to me and looked me up and down. "Nice"; was all he said. Sid turned to Kathy and asked "Shall we get started?". The answer was a nod, and Kathy told me to sit. I assumed she meant the old fashioned barber chair in the middle of the floor and got myself settled. The bearded man started to unbutton my shirt and to my surprise continued until all the buttons were open, he casually spread the shirt until I was pretty much completely exposed – I'm not sure if I was disappointed or not that the chair was turned away from the window. At first he lifted each breast in turn and fingered my still hard nipples, then he turned his attention to my belt. "Nice workmanship"; he commented. "I've never seen one this well designed for long term wear (I knew I'd bought a good one and with an eye to wearing it for extended periods, and I guess I got lucky when I picked it out), although I have seen some features you may want to consider adding." "We may be interested but we can talk about it later;" Sid replied. "Sure, no problem. I'll just get on with tonight's job, have a seat if you like, the bar's in back if you want to make yourself a drink while you wait." He washed his hands carefully, brought out a covered tray and set it beside the chair and again handled each of my breasts closely examining the nipples. Marking each one with the tip of a fine point marker he uncovered the tray and brought out a pair of piercing forceps. He clamped these tightly on each nipple, the sharp edges digging into my tender nipple flesh made me whimper and squirm. Seeing that Kathy jerked my arms up and cuffed my wrists to the antique barber chair's headrest, and then spun me sharply around so I was on display to the shop window and street beyond. The bearded man returned to his work and selected a paper covered (pre-sterilized I suppose) needle which he opened and set on the mark he's made on my left nipple. Bracing a cork against the other side of the nipple he thrust it thru my flesh in one swift painful move. I was actually glad my arms were restrained – the pain was so intense and unexpected that I'm sure I would have struck him trying to protect myself. As it was I yelled - loud. My cry attracted some attention in the people passing the shop, and the show I was the center of quickly gathered a crowd. A large stainless steel ring followed the needle thru my still aching nipple, and the open end of the ring was slipped thru a light chain and then dipped in super glue before being pressed firmly into the "ball" of the ring where he held it until the glue set. The other nipple was then treated in the same way and I'm sure that knowing how intense the pain would be did not at all help me prepare for the sudden agony as the sharp point again tore thru me. I was now permanently ringed with a chain running from one nipple to the other. Knowing that my flesh was penetrated by rings I did not agree to have put in and I could never remove excited me beyond belief. Although my nipples were no longer stiff they were definitely stretched by the large rings that pierced through them and the unaccustomed weight of the rings and chain caused a continuous dull ache which was nothing by comparison to the pain of the piercing. A few drops of blood had also gathered on my breasts. After I was inspected by Sid and Kathy (and the large crowd outside) my hands were released and Kathy indicated I should get up by tugging on the leash. The bearded man sat in the spot I had just vacated and while I was trying to figure out what was going on Kathy touched my lips with a metal packet and said "Pay him". I took the packet out of my mouth and found it was a wrapped condom (while the three of us had been tested and played together without using them, and there had never been commitments made – well except for my now belted condition I mean – no commitments not to play with others, we had all agreed that to be safe we'd always use barriers when having sex outside our threesome – it only made sense, after all it may be a commune, but these ain't the 60's anymore). I understood what was required, and dropping to my knees I unzipped his pants and drew his stiffening manhood out. I did get a little "revenge" however since while he was of average size by not pulling him all the way out of his pants I made him look rather poorly hung to the crowd outside. That fun aside I gave him a very thorough, slow, sensuous, and judging by how full the condom was when he finally grunted and shot his load satisfactory blow job. I slid the condom off his cock and dropped it in the waste receptacle, then took a washcloth and towel from the sink and cleaned him up, finally tucking his now wilting member back inside his blue jeans. When I stood up the crowd outside applauded the performance and I blushed but laughed along with the others at it. Kathy buttoned the lower half of my shirt and I was led outside and down the street to again board the bus where I'm sure the chain which now bridged from one side of my open shirt neck to the other between my tits caused even more wet dreams then our outbound ride had. Ch IV.... To be continued And Then The Door Opened Pt. 02 This is the second installment of a series of very short stories that share a common cast (usually) and theme, more like a series of vignettes than one story. I've repeated the first chapter to set the stage then skipped to the new material. If you're familiar with this story go ahead and skip Chapter I. Things in my life have changed, and I find I no longer have the time or really the interest to keep this series going on anything like a regular basis, so I invite anyone to take it up and provide more installments. Please leave the general arrangement as it is now, with the same four players in their roles so that the segments will all work together. Feel free to keep the same title too so people can find it all. Thanks, and enjoy. Ch I Things couldn't have been any better, it was Friday afternoon, I had just slipped a big butt plug up my ass, and was grinding a super heavy duty vibrating massager against my crotch -- I was desperate for the release of a good screaming cum and didn't have a hope in hell of getting one. In other words I was in heaven -- a leather collar was padlocked around my neck with the collar chained to the headboard of the oversize king water bed with just enough slack to let me roll from side to side as I struggled to reach my orgasm.. My stainless steel chastity belt was locked on and it's key was on the dresser across the room (the collar key of course was just barely within my reach for when I was exhausted), and I was just starting to climb the peak of sexual frustration caused by a week's abstinence followed by an expected several hours working like hell to achieve an unattainable climax. I'm a slave to sexual frustration I guess, but damn I enjoy the scene I create. Then I heard the front door of the loft open. OK, so this may need some stage setting -- I'm Cindy, a 20-something blond with some distinctly odd sexual drives. I live with Kathy and Sid in a sort of 2000's version of a 60's commune -- we all sleep together in the aforementioned water bed in a studio loft and we couple in pairs or as a threesome as the mood strikes us. I'm openly bi-sexual and Kathy isn't adverse to girl-on-girl sex either although she prefers to control it, which is fine with me since I'm also sexually submissive but try to hide the degree of my submissiveness from my two roommates, although Kathy may suspect more than she lets on. Anyway since the loft is laid out as a studio there was no point in trying to hide, but being human I still dropped the buzzing vibrator (it now seemed deafening) and reached for the key, which in my panic I knocked off the bed and completely out of reach. There wasn't much to do but blush and try to remember that we were all adults and I wasn't doing anything that hurt anyone else. Kathy came in followed by Sid (what in the HELL were they doing off work this early?), stopped and stared for a minute then together slowly walked over and looked down at the bed. "Damn if that old biddy across the street wasn't right when she said she saw somebody struggling on the bed last month"; he said (I glanced out the window and yes, there was a window visible but the nosey bitch would have to have used binoculars). They stood beside the bed for what was becoming a very long look, and I was about to say something (I had no idea what) when it was my turn to have wide eyes. Kathy lifted the massager and began to systematically run it over my steel clad mound. Watching me squirm she smiled and said to Sid "She really does want to give up control." Her next statement was a simple question, but it changed my life; "Shall we take it?" Sid nodded numbly, and Kathy asked where the key to the belt was. I said nothing but she followed my glance and walked over to where the belt's key lay. Taking it up she fingered it and then slipped it's silver chain over her head. I felt a tremor of fear and a stronger one of passion run up my spine. They must have seen it in my eyes, for again there was that smile, this time from both of them. Like hungry tigers looking at their intended prey. If you're new to this story you may want to see chapters II & III which are in part 1. Ch IV My nipples had healed from the piercings, and the chain between the rings excited me constantly instead of bothering me. Life was better than I had ever imagined it, I was used as a sex toy and kept constantly sexually frustrated (one memorable night Sid tied me spread eagled, took the chastity belt off and then fucked me to climax just as Kathy slapped a chloroformed rag over my face so while I felt myself go "over the top" I was out before I could really cum and get the satisfaction I needed, I loved the way my roommates made my life exactly the torment I wanted it to be.) On Thursday I was told to be ready to be away for the weekend, and given a list of personal toiletries to pack. There were not clothes listed so packing didn't take long. It wasn't necessary to tell me to be home promptly after work since I always was. I was no longer in charge of my personal life. Friday after work when I arrived home I was told to wear my heavy chain collar and sandals, and be ready to leave immediately. I finished in the bathroom, and gathered my personal items and waited. I heard Sid behind me, and then a hood was placed over my head and secured at my neck. He then pulled my arms behind me and attached leather cuffs to hold them there. I felt a lead being clipped to my collar and the door open. "All clear"; Kathy said and I was led out into the corridor wearing my sandals, chastity belt, collar and hood -- I was so turned on my knees shook. Down the elevator we rode, and from the cool damp air when the doors opened I judged us to be in the garage level. I heard male voices -- other tenants perhaps -- but they stopped in mid sentence as we left the elevator and I was led to a car. "Well" I thought; "at least they couldn't recognize me in the hood." We drove for about an hour, it felt like we got on the Interstate but I couldn't tell which one or in what direction. Now and then a truck horn blew close by and I knew I was giving some lonely driver an interesting show. Leaving the freeway we drove on what felt and sounded like secondary roads for a short while and then I heard the car crunching on a gravel road. After the usual parking maneuvering we stopped and the motor was shut off. I heard both front doors open, then the back door opened and I felt cool air on my left. A hand took my leash and I followed it out the door and was led about 30 paces when Kathy told me that we were approaching steps upward. I thanked her and felt for them, negotiating them without too much trouble. We crossed a wooden floor, perhaps a porch, and stopped. I heard what sounded like a large iron door knocker being struck and we waited. A door opened, judging from the sound it was a large and probably heavy door. Three voices, muted by the hood and unintelligible since they were presumably talking to each other and not addressing their remarks towards me (after all, I was only an object, do you spend much time talking to a chair or a table?) After a few moments I was led forward and since the breeze stopped and the flooring felt more like carpet I judged that I was inside a building. More unintelligible conversation followed, then suddenly I felt a hand tugging on the chain connecting my nipple rings. Fortunately I didn't jerk away, not that I would expect to be punished but because even though the piercings had been gradually stretched to 8 gage it still could have been painful for me if whoever had the chain did not release it. I heard a male voice say "Yes, these should do;" presumably he was facing me when he spoke since I doubt he was wasting his breath talking to me. I was led further and then felt a snap being fastened to my collar. Footsteps receded from my hearing and upon cautiously walking around I discovered my collar was apparently chained to a post or column of some kind which, strange as it may seem seemed to be in a bathroom of some sort -- at least there was a cold (porcelain?) object of about the right size and shape to be a toilet. I stood for a while, but whether it was minutes or more nearly an hour I couldn't say, until I heard a door open and a voice instructed me to relieve myself. I managed to seat myself and to my considerable relief peed, but being unable to use my hands to clean myself afterwards I didn't shit. The door opened again, and the toilet was flushed. I felt my collar being unsnapped from the chain which held me to the post and I was pulled some distance -- we didn't stop to open any doors so we may have been in the same room. The hand on my collar forced my head down until my upper body was almost parallel to the floor and my collar was again secured to a chain, this time probably connected to the floor. I felt a hand on my ass and my first thought was I hope they don't fuck me too hard since I don't have anything to lean on to steady myself (yes, I was that turned on I wanted something, and even a buttfucking even though it never makes me cum would have helped). The hand spread my cheeks while another well lubricated finger probed my asshole. Then instead of mounting me I felt what seemed to be a medium sized dildo entering my channel. It was pushed well up me -- and I did my best to push back because I wanted any kind of stimulation I could get. I heard pumping and felt the tip expanding inside me. About the time the light came on in my sex fogged brain the water started coming out of it and filling me, I was getting en enema, and judging by how snug the inflated bulb fit my ass I was going to get a pretty thorough one. My arms were also released while I was being filled, so I could brace them on my knees and be more comfortable. While I was being filled I heard my keeper moving around and then felt the familiar sensation of a woman's breast pushed against my lips -- so my keeper was a she and wanted some attention too! I sucked eagerly and lavished my tongue's attention on her hardening nipple until I heard a low continuous moaning. I didn't even notice how full my back end was getting, all my attention went to what my tongue was up to. Fortunately my enema was shut off safely. With a sigh the nipple was withdrawn from my mouth and I felt the dildo, or the hoses connected to it, being manipulated. The pressure was relieved and my bowels emptied through what must have been a drain hose. The flow into me began again. Another nipple was presented to my mouth and again I sucked and teased for all I was worth until I was full. This time I was left full for a while before I was flushed out. In all I was cleaned about five times, each time with a longer wait to drain. Then she did something unusual to me. It felt like she left both the fill and drain lines open at the same time and warm water was filling me and I was emptying out at the same time. It was actually a very pleasant relaxing feeling, but like all good things it ended. Then there was one more warm flush and when it drained I could smell a pleasant oily smell. "That was a natural lubricating oil derived from the, then she said the name of a plant I'd never heard of. Don't worry, it's safe and your body will absorb any excess after the night is over;" she said. My hood was removed and I found I was in a large tiled room with shower hoses and various enema and douching equipment, plus a good supply of rings in the ceiling, floor, and walls. Some of them had chains like the one I was fastened with. Before I saw my handler another hood was tightened onto my head. This one felt strange, like the front of it was heavier than it should be, and it had a large cut out for my mouth and jaw. A penis shaped gag was strapped into my mouth, and again I was led away. After traveling a fair distance we stopped, and again my handler spoke; "Will you be more comfortable standing barefoot or in your sandals? Nod once for barefoot, twice for sandals." I nodded once and was told to remove them. Blindly I fumbled them off and felt a hand taking them from me. I was maneuvered forward slightly, and felt a tap inside my lower legs, just the way an animal trainer uses his whip to correct the position of an animal. Obediently I spread my legs, and then felt hands on one ankle urging me to slide my foot forward. I did, and was guided slowly by the hands into contact with some kind of curved edge, like half a circle. This was repeated and then I felt and heard a bar being moved into position behind my legs and I realized I had been placed standing in leg stocks which held my legs fairly wide open. More taps and then guiding hands bent me forward until my back was parallel to the floor and placed my neck and hands into another stock, where I was also secured. I felt a slight tug on my hood and a male voice told me to close my eyes since it might be too bright. Obediently I did so, and then thru my eyelids say a glow. "You can open them whenever you're comfortable;" the same voice said. Doing so I found I was looking at a sharp color video of myself being placed into the stocks. The view flipped between looking down from the front, side, rear, and then an overall view of a large room lavishly decorated in a rather baroque style ("1900's whore house" is how I categorized it, but it was a beautiful and tastefully done room) "There's about a five minute delay built in;" the woman (who I now saw was an attractive young redhead dressed in a jump suit that looked like scarlet latex) said; "we don't like you to know what, or who, is coming next." There was a tugging on my nipple rings that settled into a steady pull, and just as she said a while later I saw a tray containing three baskets and a single flower in a small vase being hung from my chest. On this screen I couldn't tell what was in the baskets, but visions of the cigarette girl's in night clubs with their trays came to mind. I was left alone until I felt hands on my ass, and a pressure on my tits. Then there were some noises I couldn't identify, and the familiar feeling of a cock knocking at my back door. As it slid in on the screen I saw Sid and Kathy approaching me, and as the fucking continued the delayed video unfolded and I watched Sid fondle me, remove his dick from his pants, take something from the basket and ... That was it, the basket held rubbers! Anyway, you can figure the rest -- he put it on and started fucking me. I'd been turned on by the bizarre setting long before this, now I was dying for a cum. Needless to say I know butt fucking never put me over the top, but it didn't stop me from wishing for it, or needing it. In a minute Sid grunted and shot his load. I felt him withdraw, and again pressure on my tits, then nothing. After waiting for the video to show me him pulling out of my ass and removing the condom and dropping it in the middle basket Sid explained that I was one of the attractions of a party. I was here to be butt fucked and to suck cock and eat pussy. There were condoms in one basket, and latex dams for ladies to use between my mouth and their pussies in the other, and that somebody would be keeping an eye on me at all times to be sure that nobody skipped using them. Then silence and after watching him talk to me on the video I saw them walk away to get a drink. Nothing much happened for a while except that the serving staff moved around the room apparently getting ready for a party. Then something touched my belt, and a moment later I felt an intense vibrating as if someone was using a vibrator on it. I was already unbelievable hot and my pussy dripping from the corn holing I'd gotten and this new stimulation was driving me out of my mind with need and frustration (and was I enjoying it)! Five minutes later I watched with as much of my attention as I could divert from this incessant stimulation while the video showed me Kathy coming up behind me and attaching a magnetic (or something, I don't know but it stuck) vibrator to my chastity where it covered my most sensitive areas. While I was watching that I felt a tug on my tits, and then something familiar yet unfamiliar pressing on my face. It took a minute to recognize but it was a cunt covered in thin latex, one of those dams Sid told me about, and I was to service Kathy (or probably Kathy anyway, I'd know in five minutes who I was eating). I worked her slit vigorously and used a swirling sucking action on her clit that I knew Kathy loved. Sounds coming thru my hood indicated I was doing quite well when her crotch bucked against my face as she came hard. I was close, but never going to climax myself and going not too slowly out of my mind with passion and need. She pulled away and just as I felt a mouth kiss mine the video showed me a drop dead gorgeous little Asian girl who proceeded to present her twat to my face. About the time I saw her cum and Kathy bend to kiss me I felt another tug on my tits and shortly thereafter another dick was poking at my asshole. He shot his load rather quickly and then things quieted down for a while. From the video I could see that my latest partner (if that's the word when I'm a very willing but technically non-consensual participant) was a stranger. The room was filling up, and my ass and mouth were being kept busy servicing people who I didn't know. I was getting so turned on that I could feel pussy juice running down my thighs (and I only wished that this was back in the pre-AIDs days when that could have been mixed with strangers cum and my face covered in pussy juice, but those times are gone and won't ever be back). I was still thoroughly enjoying the very strange scene I was in, and my need for a release of my sexual tension was higher than I'd ever experienced. I can't remember, much less describe all the times I was used that night, so you'll have to be content with just some of the ones that stand out in my mind. For example........ The couple who came to me and while he mounted me from the rear she pushed her pussy and then her ass into my face to be eaten. After she came (he had not yet) he pulled out and after another tug on my tits signaled he'd changed rubbers he entered my mouth to be sucked while another dick entered my ass and stroked into me. Well I'd been in group sex before so this was just an incredible turn one, especially the part about not being asked if I wanted to fuck but just being, well, raped. I loved it. The cock in my mouth still hadn't shot when it pulled out and after a moment the thrusting in my ass took on a new rhythm and got harder. But when the video finally showed me that the second dick in that episode was the woman I'd just eaten out wearing a strap on, and after her man pulled out of me he removed his condom and entered her from behind and fucked them both to a climax while she was still fucking my ass I was as near to climaxing as I ever had since I was locked into my belt. There was the couple I think of as the extra value meal -- it was a pair of hermaphrodites if you can believe it! I won't go into detail since you can read made up stories that are probably better in any major men's magazine, but those two people used me in an unbelievable number of different combinations of who did what and with which and to whom. It was one of the most exciting (and therefore wonderfully frustrating) sexual experiences I'd ever been in. Then there was the lady who used her hand in my ass while I sucked her man. I've been fisted before in both holes (not at once though thank you) but she didn't go that far, just stroking in and out gently and tickling around my ass. It was more sensuous than sexual and I loved it. Another couple were more kinky than usual. A rather heavy black couple played with me. All I felt was a very large dick fucking my ass, but while he was still pumping me the video got around to showing me the scene. They walked up to me normally, but then she handcuffed his hands behind his back, got his tool out of his pants and stroked him hard, put a condom on him and guided his dick into me where he fucked with a savage intensity. When he came his thrusting was incredibly hard and he grunted once very loudly. His hard on quickly left him and he withdrew his cock. As the video continued after they left I saw that his woman had moved behind him and was actually pushing his ass forward as he fucked me and when he finally shot she kneed him hard squarely in the balls! No wonder his cock went limp so fast and I'm amazed all he did was grunt and not scream. That memory still turns me on. And Then The Door Opened Pt. 02 All in all I'd say that I was fucked more than I sucked or tongued assholes, which kind of surprised me. But then frequently couples used me together and with a very few exceptions the women wanted me to eat them while their man butt fucked me. Sometimes they groped each other across my back, sometimes leaning forward to kiss, and sometimes they fondled me instead. My belt especially seemed to fascinate both men and women and they seemed to need to touch it, with some of them stooping to kiss or lick it. Finally this wonderful evening was drawing to a close. I'd been taken innumerable times by complete strangers -- sometimes repeatedly by the same people as the evening wore on. My tits were sore from the baskets, and the load seemed heavier -- could there be that much cum in the rubbers that were thrown away? I felt my backside being prodded yet again, this time by a monstrous dick. It was gradually worked into my ass and once the head was in it seemed to be inhumanly long -- I mean this guy was hung as fat as a horse and at least that long as far as I could tell, and unlike most of the others tonight he didn't have his hands on my hips, tits, or anything else I could feel. It was slowly stroked in and out, in and out, gradually picking up the pace. I was going out of my mind when the video finally showed a serving cart like table being rolled up with a huge dildo on it, connected to a, well, a fucking machine I guess. There were pneumatic cylinders to thrust it, and tanks of who knows what, all very shiny steel and plastic. All of the guests were standing around watching it pound into me. The bright red dildo it carried was sliding at least 18 inches forward and back in me, and was unbelievably fat. By now I was just screaming in pleasure and frustration, and as the stroking reached a torrid pace suddenly the thrusts got slower but much much deeper into me and it started to shoot fluid in -- more and more it pumped in until eventually I was squirting it out my ass and all over the crowd of spectators on each thrust. Apparently they found it as exciting as I did for one after the other couples began to tear each other's clothes off and fuck in all imaginable positions and with a frenzied energy that was amazing to see (especially as I knew that I had serviced most of them multiple times already that night). The orgy continued for what seemed like hours while the giant machine driven dildo continued to ream me and pump me full of artificial cum and my ass sprayed the writhing crowd of lovers with each stroke. Eventually the crowd exhausted themselves, the machine was shut off, and I was released. I collapsed into the heap of naked humanity where we all slept tangled together. Well they slept, I continued to replay the night in my mind getting hotter and hotter every minute until I eventually fell asleep, only to dream about it. And Then The Door Opened Pt. 03 This is the last of this story line. I had intended it to be longer but things have come up and I don't have the drive to continue it. I may do more stories in the future, I'm not sure yet. In any case I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. * Life, as I knew it was wonderful. I hadn't had a climax in almost a year, I was used as a sexual aid for my keyholders, and I'm kept almost constantly aroused either by thoughts or memories or what I was being required to do. I was routinely nude at home, except for my chastity belt of course, even when guests were invited. I was usually used for the sexual relief to any guests (as long as it was done safely of course). As you can see I'd found my sexual nirvana, my sex was no longer in my control, I was eternally frustrated and badly needing a climax and therefore, for whatever reasons I feel this way, I was completely satisfied with my situation. Then things changed, again. One evening at home with Kathy and Sid we were sitting in the living room area of the loft enjoying the glasses of wine I'd just fetched for everyone. Kathy broached a surprising subject; "Sid and I have accepted some rather exciting overseas assignments, and by exciting I mean damn high paying." Sid went on to explain that the jobs were expected to last about 5 years but should set them up for a very early retirement -- like not having to work again if they didn't want to. Kathy then explained that the only bad part was that due to the nature of the work and the location they would be unable to take me along. I was devastated of course, but they went on to explain that they were committed to our threesome and lifestyle and would rejoin me when they got back. They said they had also made arrangements for me in the interim. Their departure date was in only a few weeks and we were all pretty busy, too busy to worry much about the future. We found a tenant to sublease the loft to (I was told that the arrangements they had made would include a place for me to live while they were gone), and had packed up the furniture -- the company that had hired Sid and Kathy was paying for a moving company to store it for us. We packed our personal things and moved into a hotel for a few days prior to their actual departure. Now I finally had time to wonder about the "arrangements" which Kathy and Sid had made for me, and I wondered more as the departure date approached. Finally on our last night in town I was told to don my heavy leather collar, wrist, and ankle cuffs, boots which effectively hid the ankle cuffs from view, and a light weight but knee length trench coat, a special one that had rings sewn into the lining of each pocket to which they attached my wrist cuffs. We left the hotel unobtrusively and walked westward for several blocks before Kathy clipped a leash onto my collar. She also unbuttoned my coat both from the top down to well below my breasts and the bottom up to almost my waist so that it was pretty clear to anyone who looked at me for long that I was wearing little or nothing beneath it and with my hands chained into the coat pockets I was powerless to hide myself. Needless to say I was getting even more turned on by all this public humiliation. We walked a few more blocks when Kathy turned and removed sunglasses from her purse and put them on me. Well, they looked like sunglasses from the outside, but on the inside they had been painted so I was effectively blindfolded. I was lead on several more blocks and around several turns until we entered a building where she removed the dark glasses once we were in an elevator. We rode up for what seemed like quite a long way -- either a slow elevator or a tall building I guessed. Leaving the elevator we found ourselves outside a set of heavy wooden doors. I was lead thru these and into a small but plush auditorium where about 50 well dressed couples of various ages were either seated or milling around several small bars where drinks were being served. Eyes started following us as we moved to the front of the room and climbed onto the low stage. I was lead off stage to the right and taken to a dressing room where my hands were freed and I was instructed to remove the boots and coat. Once nude except for my chastity belt I was led to a shower where I my collar and belt was removed and I showered under the supervision of Kathy. I was told to make sure my pussy was cleanly shaved which I did. By the time we were done in the shower and Katy locked me back into my belt and led me back to the dressing room Sid had returned with a large square frame on wheels which he rolled into the room. I was told to stand on a low stool in the middle of the frame while my wrist cuffs were attached to it's two upper corners. My feet were then spread onto small steps at each of the lower corners and my ankle cuffs secured to hold them there. Sid turned a crank and the frame expanded slightly until I was stretched tightly but not painfully in a standing spread eagled position. A sheet was tossed over the frame so that I was completely covered, and I felt it being rolled out of the room. After a short while we stopped, and there was a tapping as if someone was making sure a microphone was working, then: "Ladies and Gentlemen, if I can have your attention for a few moments I have a proposition for this Society. We're offering you the use of this property"; at this point the sheet was pulled off of me and I found myself in the middle of the stage with about a hundred pairs of eyes looking at me; "for your use for safe sex for the period of five years. The conditions are simple, she is to have the use of the small apartment here on the premises, she must be allowed to come and go as needed for her work, she is to be provided with a food allowance, her cunt is not to be used and she is not to be allowed to cum, however her ass, mouth, and hands are at your disposal. She will be available for any member's use at any time she is not working. Upon our return to this country she is to be returned to us in essentially the same condition she is in now." There was a buzz of conversation and Sid continued: "As an added inducement I would ask each of you to pleasure yourselves with her cunt tonight. She hasn't cum for almost a year and we want to reward her for submitting so completely to us and also remind her of what she won't have for another five years." I couldn't believe my ears, was I finally to be allowed to cum!? Kathy came forward and removed the chastity belt from my already dripping pussy. Sid and Kathy then sat in two of the armchairs which I saw were placed near me and quickly removed their clothes. Sid was already hard and he walked up to me and without hesitation slammed his cock all the way into my cunt. I screamed, he was so big -- or else in a year without being fucked my cunt had gotten tighter, but I didn't care which it was since he was giving me an amazing fucking. I could feel myself climbing rapidly to a climax and almost immediately started bucking as much as the frame allowed and screaming as I came. He fucked me to four orgasms before he shot his load into me. When he pulled out Kathy knelt and sucked his cum out of me, while also vigorously sucking my clit to two more solid cums. They both kissed me deeply and then Sid gestured to one end of the front row and said: "Will the first couple please come up and use her?" I was fucked more than I can remember that night. Some events stand out in my mind, some blend into a background of orgasms going on almost constantly. After Sid and Kathy everyone used either a condom or dental dam barrier if they were using their mouths. One "couple" I recall was a man, woman, and two slaves on leashes. The woman knelt first and licked me into a frenzy while one of the slaves knelt behind me rimming my ass. I came several times before she was satisfied and let the gentleman plug his dick into my sopping cunt. As he fucked me the woman ordered her other slave to butt fuck the man. Once that slave began pumping into his ass the dick in my pussy swelled to an enormous size and when after several of my own orgasms he came. I could feel gush after gush of cum being shot into the condom. When he finished the woman removed the condom and poured his cum into a wine glass and I swear it filled the glass to overflowing. She saluted me and drained it with the air of drinking a fine wine. Many of the women donned strap ons to fuck me, and in at least one case after fucking me the woman corn holed her man while he fucked me. Unfortunately none had as spectacular a result as the one I just described but I still came time after time. One couple used whips on each other as they fucked. He slamming into me as she whipped his ass and her with a strap on fucking me while he alternately beat her ass and tits. Some of them inserted one to three fingers up my cunt after fucking me and massaged my G spot while I hung there and screamed in pleasure, squirting my pussy juice and some times pissing in my convulsions of pleasure. I was only fisted once unfortunately. It was by this gorgeous little blonde with tiny hands so even with my now tighter pussy (well, it started tighter anyway, I think it might have been getting a little loose by the end) it was a great sensation and not at all painful, well, with just enough pain to be really great anyway. I hoped she would take advantage of my situation and use me often in the future. I may eventually have passed out from exhaustion and pleasure, I don't know. I do know that it all blended into a haze of intense sensations. I also know that at the end of it all, after all hundred people had both given me pleasure and taken their own pleasure that Sid once again gave me one last good fuck. Kathy then washed my pussy thoroughly and a large bearded man I thought I recognized came forward and looked at my cunt closely. He left and returned rolling up a wheeled table which held a tray with piercing needles, forceps, and other paraphernalia. Now I knew him, he was the same man who gave me my nipple rings. Stretching out my cunt lips he wiped them with alcohol and quickly stuck his needles thorough them, four times in each one. I screamed the first time but by the time the eighth and last hole was done I was only whimpering. Sid then brought him four padlocks which he inserted locking my pussy shut. "There is only one key to these locks;" he said. The key is in this envelope along with a letter to my attorney instructing her to only return the key if both Kathy and I are present. If needed there are details of when to accept evidence indicating that Kathy or I have passed away in lieu of both parties attending. In the event of both Kathy and I passing away then the key is to be destroyed." My stomach did a tight knot at that, I could remain locked for the rest of my life! The prospect both thrilled and frightened me. "Thank you all for your help tonight, enjoy your new whore and I look forward to seeing you again in five years." Sid and Kathy turned and walked up the aisle hand in hand and out the doors. As the doors closed I realized that once again a door had signaled a change in my status. Nude and spread eagled in front of the audience with my pussy locked shut as they all could see I almost came one last time just from the joy for what was to be.