The chair is high-backed with no arms, the sort you would normally find at a dining setting, however this one is not at a dining setting and not in a dining room. It is situated at the side of a room, about a metre out from the wall. I am seated in it with my arms tied together behind the back of the chair and my legs pulled back and tied to the rear legs of the chair, and I am naked. The only thing other than being as nature intended me is the ropes binding me and a ball gag to keep me from shouting out.
My wife is standing in the middle of the room, approximately 3 metres from me, standing with her back to me. She too is naked but for her bindings and a ball gag as well. In addition though, she is blindfolded. Her arms are stretched above her head, secured by leather cuffs to chains which hang from the ceiling, but not enough to prevent her standing flat footed. Her feet however are stretched apart and tied thus to two metal rings imbedded in the floor of the room, situated far enough apart to allow short ropes to attach to each ankle and compel a person such as Karen to keep her legs spread wide. In this position her full torso, buttocks and legs are vulnerable as is her pussy which due to her predicament is open and exposed to anyone who should look upon her.
At present there are three people gazing at her bondaged form. Other than myself are two people Karen and I have "befriended". They are Jenny, and John who is also known as "Johnno", who are indeed inspecting my wife. But their intention is obviously more than an inspection. John has a look on his face that tells me all his Christmas's have come at once. Jenny for her part appears to be more than merely enjoying herself as I watch her breasts rise and fall with each rapid breath, indicating to me her rising excitement. She glances across at me and smiles slightly as she views my bound and naked predicament.
Standing proud, Jenny is wearing a see-through black gown. In addition she has on a black suspender belt, dark grey stockings with a lace band around the top and her shoes which are of open design, made with leather straps and each shoe has a brass ring attached to it. In her right hand is a riding crop. Even in our current situation I cannot help thinking of having her at my mercy as I look at her shoes and the rest of her as she stands there provocatively, imagining her tied to a bed with a rope attached to each ring in her shoes, spreading her wide for me to play with her, for her to be my plaything and not the other way around. I feel a stirring in my cock as I think of her and hope she doesn't notice it as well. Dead puppies, think of dead puppies!!
John for his part is completely naked and I see his cock and balls are shaved and smooth.
"Don't be in a hurry Johnno," Jenny tells her husband as she continues to look at me. "We have all night to play with these two and I think we should savour every moment of it."
I struggle, trying to wriggle my hands free. I can move them a little but they are tied together. These two have done their work well and I find I am securely bound and forced to watch as they both begin their wicked torment of my helpless wife.
I watch as they both run their hands over Karen. She jumps at the first touch from John, followed shortly thereafter by Jenny. They caress her body, slowly running their hands over every inch of her, from her head to her toes. I see her struggle and try to avoid Jenny's touch as she strokes Karen's leg, her ankle and finally her foot. I know how she hates having her feet touched. Some people love it, some hate it. Karen hates it. She cries out into the gag and tries in vain to move her feet out of Jenny's reach, but she cannot. She swings her hips to the side all to no avail, though almost knocking John over. When she cries out against the gag once more, Jenny finally leaves her foot, realising that if they are to seduce her and have her become their willing slave they must first excite her beyond her wildest dreams. Upsetting her is not in her plans it seems.
"Don't touch her feet Johnno, we want her compliant, not upset."
I see Karen visibly relax on hearing this. They both continue to caress and tease her flesh, John doing the majority of the damage, stroking her skin, sliding his hands over her again and again, cupping her breasts and teasing her pussy until Karen's breathing begins to inform her captors of her body's betrayal.
"Are you going to be a good girl then?" Jenny inquires in her ear.
Karen nods her head vigorously showing she is happy to do as she is told. John, stepping behind her gives her arse a quick slap, making her jump once more.
"I think she's been a bad girl and needs to be taught her place," he states.
No! Karen shakes her head.
"Hmm. Perhaps you are right. Do you need to be taught your place slave?"
Once again Karen shakes her head from side to side, indicating she doesn't want to be punished.
"I'm inclined to agree with you Johnno. We've already seen this one has too much spirit. I think a damn good flogging will teach her her place. Would you like to go first or are you going to be a gentleman and allow me first pleasure?"
"Oh, by all means Madame, be my guest. I will be more than happy to take over when you have softened her up a little."
With that I watch as John steps away from my bound and naked wife. He walks to the side picking up his drink, preparing to enjoy the show his wife is about to put on, using my wife as a toy for their entertainment.
Using the riding crop she holds in her hand, Jenny begins almost gently, stroking Karen's back and sides, running it down first one leg then the other. She walks around her captive taking her time, building the tension, allowing her bondwoman time to anticipate the punishment she knows will be inflicted upon her, however unmerited it might be. Across Karen's stomach and down the insides of her thighs, Jenny traces the leather tip of the crop, sliding it over her hips and, as she circles predatorily, across one buttock then the other before striking for the first time.
Karen cries out, but the cry is muffled as will be many more that follow. It is fright more than pain though that has elicited this sound however. As the next smite lands and the next and the next I watch helplessly on, unable to protect her, watching as the intensity and impetus increase. I watch as her buttocks change from white to pink to a glowing red. I watch as she struggles in her bonds, unable to move her limbs more than inches. Moving her torso is of no avail as she is unable to see her assailant, not knowing where she will strike from, not knowing where she will strike next as her administrator begins her assault now on legs and stomach and breasts.
She struggles to breathe around the gag and Jenny removes it allowing Karen to take thankful gulps of air. I watch on still as Karen's Governess stands directly in front of her, harrowing her breasts, using her switch to flick each nipple in turn, alternating between them until they are hard and erect making them an even easier target for punishment.
Karen cries out, now uninhibited by the ball that muffled her, thrusting her breasts forward! My God! It suddenly occurs to me that she is enjoying this! Her cries are not only of anguish and pain but also of pleasure. I can see her breathing becoming heavy as her excitement takes hold of her. When Jenny strikes her between her legs, gently tapping her spread and vulnerable cunt, she throws her head back and offers herself willingly to her Mistress for more pain/pleasure. From my position behind her I can clearly see the wicked flap of leather as each time it finds it's target between her legs. Mesmerised I see the shaft of the crop as it slides between Karen's spread pussy lips, the tip protruding beyond her arse cheeks, the long thin rod running forward and back, teasing her quim, driving her level of desire higher with each advance and retreat, causing her to moan aloud; loud enough for us all to hear clearly.
Johnno has watched long enough. Approaching the two women he grasps the whip as it steals through the wench's sex once more. Jenny looks at him questioningly, thinking he wants to take over, which indeed he does, but first he wishes to join in the play before assuming control of their enslaved captive. From the rear I see him pull upward on the rod, putting further pressure between her legs and Jenny does likewise from the front. Between them they cause Karen to rise up on her tip toes as they apply tension to her spread labia. Sandwiched thus she can do nothing to prevent them, as with a gentle rocking motion they tease her, tormenting her clit.
"Please," she pleads, "No more!"
Finally relinquishing, they allow her to rest for a short time. Johnno steps away from Karen briefly, only to return with a flogger, a whip made up of twenty tentacles of leather, each approximately fifteen inches in length and about a centimetre in width.
He drapes the talons over her shoulder and trails them down her back, allowing them to fall to her waist and further, to slither tantalisingly over her already brutalised buttocks.
Jenny moves away, walking over to stand behind me out of sight, leaving Karen at the mercy of Johnno. Still blindfolded, my wife is unprepared for the first onslaught as Johnno flicks his wrist, whipping her squarely across the middle of her back. Building slowly, in a constant barrage he flails her with his beastly weapon and I watch on as her back quickly takes on the colour of her buttocks. I fear he has gone too far as he repeatedly strikes her with the flogger, and while I hear her squeals of pain she does not ask him to stop. Once more I am convinced she is enjoying the pain as others enjoy pleasure, as the leather covers her back and buttocks and legs. Her breathing has again taken on a resemblance of sexual excitement and while she endeavours to shy away from each strike as it hits, she waits passively for the next to land.
"Are you prepared to accept your position as our slave for the night?" He inquires of her.
Taking her silence as a negative he once more attacks her in a flurry of strikes across her back and buttocks, stomach and breasts.
"Well?" he demands.
"Yes," she whispers meekly.
"Yes what!?"
"Yes Sir."
"Yes Master!"
"Yes Master," she whispers, finally submitting.
"Very good slave. For the rest of tonight you will call me Master, and Jenny Mistress. Do you understand?"
"Yes Master."
Johnno removes her blindfold and then places a collar around Karen's neck before graciously untying first her legs and then her arms. Released, she is suddenly unable to stand and Johnno catches her as her legs give way. He helps her to the massage table situated to the side and lays her face down, allowing her a much needed respite. Her arms fall to either side of the table and he begins running his hands over her, gently, caressing her as she lays there. He grasps her legs and positions them wider, allowing me a partial view of her pussy. I watch still as he continues to run his hands over her from head to foot, sensually, amorously, and still I watch as he begins to manipulate her, his evil designs once again coming to the fore as his hands begin to excite her flesh. I see him playing with her pussy, sliding his fingers teasingly inside her spread and open sex.
So transfixed have I been with what is happening to Karen, I have forgotten that Jenny had moved behind me. It is with a start that I feel the caress of her hand across my shoulder, and a tingle runs through me like an electric shock as her fingers trace a line up the back of my neck. I feel a thrill of excitement as I sense her move in close to me, her breath at my ear. I feel her fingers as they unbuckle the gag, releasing my mouth, allowing me to breathe with ease, allowing me to speak.
"Do you like seeing your wife like this?" she whispers to me.
