"The pearls are lovely, Ellen," Gilbert said.
"Thanks," Ellen replied. "I'd feel naked without them."
That brought a laugh from both couples. Fact was, she would be naked without them. The two strands were the only thing she wore.
There had been debate about whether she should keep them on when they made her strip. Gilbert liked them and won the day.
"I'm glad you can keep a sense of humor," he said as he strapped her left wrist to the arm of the heavy wooden chair.
Rene stood sipping champaign and watching the procedure. She was a willowly redhead with startling green eyes. The other couple ( who were they -- Chad and Annie?) sat on a couch watching. They were younger -- early twenties.
Chad was okay -- he didn't say much. He was a lanky guy with long black hair, a scraggly goatee, and a hard-on that was already obvious. His girlfriend was a different story, though. Ellen knew she would be trouble. She was a cutesy little blonde who wore a tee-shirt short enough to expose an absolutely perfect little tight belly.
"She has a big bush," Annie had said when Ellen had peeled down her panties. The girl was already giddy with wine. The comment had made Ellen a little self-conscious and she sat in the chair with her legs crossed to give herself a little modesty. Of course, that was almost impossible with all the damn mirrors around. She couldn't look anywhere without seeing herself. She wasn't a prude, but she looked so -- naked. She was very white -- needed to get to the tanning salon.
"There," Gilbert said when he finished strapping her wrists.
"Excuse me while I get my kit," Rene said and left the room.
Chad and Annie cuddled on the couch whispering and giggling -- obviously at Ellen's expense. Gilbert stepped back and looked at her.
"34-C the magic number?" he asked
"Exactly."
"Not bad. Not bad at all," he said.
No, not bad. Ellen was holding up pretty good for a twenty-nine year old soccer mom. Mark that up to good genes, a withering diet, and regular sessions at the club. Even though the mirrors were a little intimidating, she could never resist them. Make-up and hair was still good -- she loved her new short tossled style. The blonde was lightened just slightly for summer. No sign of sag at the chin -- she had good bones -- and the breasts had relaxed just enough to give them a great pear shape. No, not bad at all.
It occurred to her that this was the first time Gilbert had seen her completely naked. Somehow that seemed odd.
She had gotten to know the couple through Rene, who worked in the same building as Ellen. Somehow they had become acquainted in the cafeteria and over the course of several months Rene had made some remarks that led Ellen to believe she and her husband were into some kinky things.
Something about that intrigued Ellen and one day when they were having lunch by themselves, Ellen had asked her straight out.
"You two into the whips and chains thing?"
Rene laughed.
"That's the way everybody puts it. I guess the easy answer is, yes. Does that bother you?"
"No."
"Ever tried it?"
"No, I don't think Rick would go for it."
"Ever asked him?"
Ellen thought for a moment.
"No. I don't think I'd want to do anything like that with him, anyway. He's the kids' father and all."
"I understand. But you've thought about it."
"Things get kind of routine, you know. Not that I'm unhappy -- I'm not. It's just sometimes I wish --"
"I know what you mean. It was that way in my first marriage," Rene said.
That's all that was said.
Ellen and Rene began going on antiquing forays on Saturday afternoons and a couple of times Ellen went to the couple's house where Gilbert grilled burgers for them. He was an investment banker and they had a great place in the burbs.
Their sex lives didn't come up again until one day when the two women were alone for lunch again.
"Gilbert thinks you have a great ass," Rene had said.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Says he could come up with some interesting things to do with it?"
"You didn't slap his face?"
"Heavens, no! I'd love to watch him do it!" Rene laughed.
After that, Ellen was definetly intrigued and on her next visit to their house she didn't hesitate when Rene offered to show her their "special" room. Gilbert had made everything in it and was proud -- the benches, the cross, the leather quirts and whips, the straps.
"We've shown you ours," Gilbert had said, "time for you to show us yours."
Of course, she had blushed and demurred at first, but it didn't take long for them to talk her out of her jeans.
She had squealed in surprise when Rene jerked her panties down, but before long she had been bent over a little padded sawhorse.
Gilbert had used a little quirt on her that time and by the time her bottom was pink and stinging she was dripping wet. She didn't object when he plunged her cock into her. Rene had just watched and smiled as Helen had the most intense orgasm of her life.
In the two months that followed, Gilbert worked his way up to a flogger and then a single-tail whip. On her last visit, he had made her lie back on a heavy table and hold her legs up. Then he had worked her over with a rattan cane. The welts lasted so long she had insisted that Rick make love to her in total darkness. He had been confused until he saw how wantlonly responsive she was. After that he didn't question her peculiar behavior.
Rene came back in carrying a canvas bag like some women carried knitting in.
"Okay, Gilbert. Do the honors," she said.
Gilbert tapped Ellen on the knee.
"Got to open these up," he said.
Well, she knew that was coming. She had seen the straps on the legs of the chair. She just wished that damned mirror wasn't in front of her. She uncrossed her knees and Gilbert stooped and grasped her left ankle. He ran his hand up the length of her calf.
"Run?" he asked as he kneaded the muscle.
"Some. Mainly I use the machines.
Gilbert pulled her leg over to the strap. The chair was very wide and Ellen knew that when both ankles were strapped she'd be stretched wide open.
Rene had told her Gilbert was building something special just for her and it was obvious he had given the chair a lot of thought and planning. It was wide, but not deep, so she was sitting on more of a ledge than a seat. The seat also inclined downward toward the back so that the object of attention was easily accessible.
"Sip, dear?" Rene asked.
"How about an intravenous drip?" Ellen said.
Rene laughed and held her glass to Ellen's lips. She sucked deeply.
"Whoa, girl! Careful! Don't want you getting too tipsy. Dulls the senses.
"Exactly the idea," Ellen said.
Gilbert pulled her right leg over to the strap. Ellen winced. She was really being stretched open.
"Wow, look at that!" Annie said. Her blue eyes got big as saucers. She got up from the couch and came over for a closer view.
Ellen didn't like the girl at all, but she looked in the mirror and had to agree. There was nothing left to the imagination. She was fully on display.
"You have a big pussy," Annie said.
"Yeah, well, wait until you've had a couple of kids."
Annie plopped on the floor, somewhat unsteadily.
"Chad, come look at her pussy."
The young man rose languidly and sauntered over. He definetly had a bulge in his jeans. Annie pointed.
"See her gash?"
Rene set her bag on the floor and took out a small pair of scissors.
"What's that for?" Ellen asked.
"Got to get rid of the bush."
"Is that really necessary?" Ellen asked.
"No, but I'm going to do it anyway."
Ellen was in no position to argue, but she wondered how she was going to explain becoming a smoothie to Rick. Well, she'd have to come up with something.
"Oh, let me do it!" Annie implored.
"No, honey. You're in no shape. I don't want blood all over the carpet. You can get the strays, though."
Ellen kept herself trimmed, but there were a few wild hairs down near the business end of things. Annie reached over, grasped one between her finger and thumb and tugged. It let loose with a sharp little sting.
"Ouch! Does she have to do that?" Ellen asked.
"No," Rene said, "but I rather like it. If we had all weekend I'd let her do the whole thing."
Thus encouraged, Annie found another sprig and plucked it.
"Hurt?" she asked.
"Just a mosquito bite," Ellen said. "Kinda like the ones you have on your chest."
Everybody laughed -- except Annie. Ellen had obviously found a sore spot with the girl's small breasts. Annie jerked out several hairs with one tug and Ellen grimaced. Rene knelt between Ellen's legs and brushed Annie's hand away. She curled a twist of hair around her fingers, clipped it close to the skin, then dropped the sprigs into a little ceramic jar.
"Annie's right, you do have a big one," Rene said.
"You must get fucked a lot," Annie said.
Ellen had genuinely objected when Rene told her another couple would be involved in their next session. But Rene explained that the man had brought some expertise to the project that Gilbert lacked. Of course Ellen finally conceded. The "project" had piqued her curiosity.
"You do have a hell of a gash. But I think we can make it work," Rene said.
She clipped away another sprig.
"Make what work?"
"Well, Gilbert's always had this thing about the electric chair --"
Ellen's thighs flexed at the words, trying to close almost involuntarily. Annie giggled.
"Hey, wait a minute!"
"You know, someone's sitting there healthy as can be and the next instant they're blasted," Rene continued.
"Uh, Rene, I don't think this is a good --"
Rene waved her off.
"Oh, don't worry. You'll walk away from here -- a little bow-legged, maybe -- but you'll walk away.
Ellen thought about it for a moment. Playing with electricity was dangerous. Rene seemed to read her mind.
"Chad here is an electrician. He knows his stuff."
"Yeah, don't worry." Chad said. He had a deep, raspy voice.
He stooped down by her left leg.
"There's a metal plate on the chair leg, up against your calf. The juice will be routed out here so it doesn't hit anything vital."
That was hardly reassuring.
"Just how many watts or volts or whatever do you intend to use?" Ellen asked.
