The woman stands at the center of the large, dimly lit dungeon. She is naked except for the four-inch strappy red heels on her feet. The heels elongate her already long and slender legs. Her arms are spread above her head, her wrists tied with ropes fastened to metal hooks at the underside of the beam overhead. Her raised arms pull her perfect breasts up, her nipples and aureoles pink and prominent. Her long, reddish brown hair falls down her back toward to her shapely ass. Her eyes are gray-green, shaped like almonds above her full red lips.
The woman looks across the room at her husband. He too is naked, his wrists and ankles tied to a wooden armchair about ten feet away and a little off to the side. His spread legs reveal his cock and balls hanging between them. The light in the room is dim, but the woman thinks there is a hole in the seat of the chair below his cock and ass. He meets her gaze, as always awestruck by the sight of his beautiful bound wife.
A few months ago the man and woman had a torrid lovemaking session. Accepting her challenge, he had tied her up and made her cum ten times in an hour. In return, she had teased his hard cock for another hour before allowing him to cum. Since then, their sex has been fine, but they have recently felt the need for something more exciting and extreme. So the woman reached out to the high-end call girl she had given to her husband as a birthday gift a few years ago. They had ended up tying the girl to the bed in their rented oceanside villa and having their way with her, and now the woman was offering the girl a chance to turn the tables and dominate them. She had eagerly accepted.
The woman was a high-end sex worker herself many years ago, both as a sub and a dominatrix, so she is used to dungeons and has some idea what to expect. Her husband has never been in a sex dungeon before. He has no idea what is in store for him.
The woman looks around the room. On a table against the wall are dildos, vibrators, clamps and all manner of sex toys. On the wall above the table hang floggers, crops and whips of various sizes. A padded table is off to the side, with leather cuffs at the four corners. A metal bench is nearby with rings at the bottom of the legs. Overhead are a variety of additional rings and ropes. And directly across from her is a large full-length mirror. She gazes at the reflection of her bound body and takes a deep breath..
What she doesn't see is a door. As soon as she realizes this she hears a sound behind her, and she watches her husband turn his head to look. His expression tells her the dominatrix has entered the room. The woman hears the click of her heels on the hard concrete floor before she comes into view. She is wearing knee-high black leather spiked-heel boots, a hot pink g-string with matching arm sleeves, and black leather straps around and under her upturned breasts which expose her pink nipples. A silver choker collar completes the look. Her eyes are dark, her flawless skin the color of caramel, and her hair an explosion of unruly black curls. She is even more gorgeous than she was when they took her at the villa.
She moves between them and looks at them both. She smiles brightly at the man, glancing cursorily at his cock hanging between his legs.
"We'll have to do something about that," she says sweetly.
She turns to the woman, her smile fading. She walks to the wall above the table and selects a short, three-tailed whip, testing it in her hand. She turns back to the woman.
"Spread your legs."
The woman moves her legs apart, stretching her body more tightly. The dominatrix moves in front of her and stares into her eyes. Maintaining the stare, she flicks the whip against the inside of the woman's right thigh. She cries out and tries to move her feet farther apart. The domme snaps the whip against her other thigh and she cries out again. Reaching down, she secures the woman's ankles with ropes attached to metal rings in the hard floor. When she stands up, she thinks she detects fear in the woman's face.
When she dangles the end of the whip on the woman's nipples and pussy, she whimpers. The message is clear. They stare at each other for a long moment before the domme speaks.
"I think it's time to play with your husband's cock."
She turns and moves in front of the man bound to the chair. Gazing into his eyes, she snaps the whip on the inside of each of his thighs. He grunts, but holds her gaze. She sets the whip aside and kneels between his legs. Reaching under his thick cock, she fondles his balls, then gives them a gentle squeeze. He grimaces again but continues to stare at her. She stares back and starts to stroke his member. It grows and thickens in her hands, and she continues to stroke with one hand while squeezing the base with the other. It isn't long before the man's cock is erect. He glances at his wife, tied and spread a few feet away, then looks back at the domme.
She returns his gaze, then stands and moves to the table by the wall. She returns to him with a short cord, which she proceeds to loop under and behind his balls. She pulls the cord tight with a slipknot, then ties off the makeshift cock ring with a bow. Standing up, she admires her work and gives him a bright grin.
"This should keep you hard," she says in a soft voice.
The man expects her to turn her attention to his wife, but instead the domme kneels between his legs again and takes his erection in her mouth. Keeping one hand wrapped around the base, she sucks and licks his cock, teasing just the tip with her tongue at first, then running her tongue up and down his long shaft. The man groans when she looks up at him with wide eyes while taking all of him in her soft mouth. He glances again at his wife, but he can't keep his eyes off this beautiful woman between his legs. His mouth opens, and he is unable to stifle a moan.
She continues to suck and lick, moving up and down in long, slow strokes, until she feels his cock start to throb. When she senses his body starting to move in time with her movements, she stares up at him.
"If you cum, I will whip your wife's nipples," she whispers. "And then her clit."
He groans again. The domme glances over her shoulder at his bound wife, then returns her attention to his cock, stroking with both hands, then putting him back in her mouth. She moves up and down on him, slowly at first, then sucking him harder and faster. She is sure she can make him cum with just her hands and mouth, but she wants to enjoy his torment for a while longer.
She stands as close to him as possible. Pulling the g-string aside, she pushes her pussy close to his face.
"Lick my clit."
The man closes his eyes, then extends his tongue into the domme's pussy. He licks her up and down, pushing into her warm, moist hole with his tongue, lapping at her juices. Then he licks and sucks her swollen clit, using his tongue and his lips. When he circles her bud with his tongue, she starts to moan and move against him. Suddenly there is nothing more important than making her cum, and he moves his tongue harder and faster. A shudder passes through her body, and he knows she is close. And then she pulls away.
"Not yet," she says.
She glances again at the man's wife spread naked and helpless, then quickly climbs up on the chair and straddles the man. She pulls her g-string aside, then simultaneously puts a nipple in his mouth and seats the head of his cock at the entrance to her glistening pussy. She arches her back as she pushes down, filling her pussy with his thick cock. She starts to rock her hips and move up and down on him, still keeping her nipple in his mouth. She keeps this up until she feels the man start to move in time with her. She continues to rock but pulls her breast away, gazing into his eyes and sensing desperation there. An unspoken message passes between them, and she gives him a wicked grin. He groans as he realizes what is about to happen.
The domme leans down and kisses the man, soft and sensuous at first, a gentle kiss. Then she pushes her tongue into his mouth, exploring, suddenly ravenous in her need. She kisses him fiercely and rolls her hips, feeling his cock deep inside her. She stops rolling and starts to bounce up and down on him, fucking him as deep and hard and fast as she can, all the while keeping her tongue in his mouth. She keeps this up until the orgasm rockets through her body and she cries out. The man is unable to control his throbbing cock any longer, and he roars as he shoots his load deep into her warm wet pussy.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he cries. "God, no."
The man's bound wife closes her eyes. She has watched this girl fuck her husband before, of course, at the villa by the ocean. But that time she was in control. Now she is not. She tries to prepare herself for the whip she knows is coming.
Suddenly her breasts are grabbed from behind, her nipples twisted and pinched. Someone else has quietly crept into the room. The woman feels lips on her neck, a nipple roughly tormented while a finger is plunged into her pussy. She feels a bulge against the crack in her ass, and fear washes over her. This was not part of the agreement with the domme. She is also surprised that she is so wet.
She watches the look on her husband's face as the man walks into view. He is young, not much older than the girl, lean and muscular, bare-chested and wearing only loose fitting pants and a black eye mask. He looks to the domme for direction. She walks to the table by the wall and selects a phallus-shaped dildo. Turning to the man in the chair with a grin, she liberally lubricates the tip.
"Put this in his ass."
The dom takes the dildo and moves to the bound man. Bending down, he reaches under the chair and slowly slides the phallus into the man's asshole. He grimaces and closes his eyes. His cock is still thick between his legs, but his erection has abated and he too is suddenly afraid.
The domme smiles with satisfaction, then selects a crop hanging on the wall. Walking back to the man's wife, she taps the crop in her hand while staring into her eyes.
"Now it's your turn."
She flicks the crop against one of the bound woman's hard nipples. She gasps at the pain, then cries out when her other nipple is whipped. The domme alternates tormenting her poor nipples, and the woman closes her eyes and groans. Then the crop is swung hard against her engorged clit and she screams. The domme walks around behind her and proceeds to repeatedly whip the woman's ass, first one side, then the other. The woman grits her teeth at the pain. The domme pauses, admiring the red marks on the woman's beautiful ass, then moves back around in front of her. She swings the crop hard against the woman's stomach, her breasts, her legs and her pussy. She continues the whipping until the woman slumps in her bonds.
"I told your husband not to cum."
The tied and stretched woman pleads silently with her eyes. The domme walks back to the table and retrieves the egg vibrator and remote. Then she turns to the dom.
"Put this in her slippery cunt," she says in a low voice.
