Introduction:
These stories are graphically sexual and sadomasochistic in nature. They contains consenting B.D.S.M activities. The key word there is 'Consenting'.
However, there is no humiliation in them (as a sexual activity).
It is a new story that has nothing to do with my other works.
This is Part 2 of a multi part story.
Recap:
My lover, Joyce and I have been taken sexual hostage by Joyce's husband, my angry ex-girlfriend and her friends. The Lovely Diane (my ex) caught me having sex with Joyce and both she and Joyce's husband have decided to punish us. I can stop the action at anytime but it will mean the end of any possibility of reigniting my relationship with my (now) ex-girlfriend.
On the other hand, if I endure strongly enough, I can redeem myself in her eyes.
In part one I was bound and masturbated to the brink of orgasm while being forced to watch as my ex was flogged and fucked doggie style by the cuckolded husband of my former lover.
And now, part 2...
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Chapter One
The Lovely Diane got off the large box that she had just climaxed on at the hands (and dick) of the cuckolded Jack. She stood in front of me so close I could feel her heat, smell her sex and see the light of desire still hot in her eyes.
Bound as I was with ankles tight together and hands high above my head; I could do nothing. The penis gag deep in my mouth stopped any major effort to speak so I did not try.
Instead, I simply enjoyed her beauty and waited.
I did not have to wait long.
She looked down at my rampant member and smiled, "I'm glad you enjoyed the show...Wait until you see what we do next!"
The Lovely Diane stepped back into her black high heels. With a deliberately provocative motion, she turned and with a saucy step, paraded across the well lit room to where my former lover, Joyce Meister, stood nude and bound similarly to me. Joyce's husband, Jack, and several others trailed behind.
They all gathered around Joyce and I couldn't hear what they were saying but I gathered it was a similar ultimatum to what I had been given. Endure and enjoy or leave seemed to be the gist of it.
I knew that The Lovely Diane was far from satisfied even though she had just had wild sex with the husband of my former paramour in front of me.
Chapter Two
Just then a warm hand grasped my flagging erection and began to expertly masturbate me yet again. So sexually powerful was this, I took my eyes away from The Lovely Diane and looked down.
The woman who knelt in front of me seemed totally interested in keeping my dick hard and upright. Until now I had not given her much thought. She had simply been a hand that wanked my wood while I wondered at the wild woman in front of me.
Without looking up, the dark haired beauty who stroked my now iron hard erection stated warningly, "It would be a good idea to climax 'ONLY' with permission from 'Her'."
With the emphasis on 'ONLY' and 'Her', I knew that this sweet torment was meant to last a long time. Therefore I did my best to hold off on climaxing.
I used breathing techniques, body tension techniques and deliberately unsexual images to hold off climaxing.
The woman made a consoling noise, as if to express how much she disliked seeing me in such distress.
Then she redoubled her efforts to force a powerful (and unwanted) climax from my trembling body.
Her hand expertly grasped my member at its base and slowly rode up the shaft until it reached the head of my manhood. With increasing speed and tension, the woman took me manually.
She applied lubrication at one point, although it wasn't the first time she had done that. The stuff was warm and thick and there was lots of it. It made a slopping sound as she wanked away.
I groaned behind my gag and struggled against a now imminent climax.
Up and down the shaft, her expert hand alternately caressed me erection and gripped it hard and with cruel awareness that I enjoyed rough play.
Obviously, The Lovely Diane has instructed this woman about what turned me on.
In spite of my imminent climax (or maybe because of it), I wondered whether 'The Rhythm' had been mentioned. I need not have wondered. The woman stopped her cruel and unrelenting assault on my dick.
I gasped in relief at the idea of being given a moment to recover in.
I was wrong; there was no moment to recover. She simply changed tactics.
Instead of restarting her cruel assault, she changed her attack upon my dick to something quite different. Two light, slow deliberate strokes starting and finishing at the base of my hard cock. These two were followed by a fast hard one. Two followed by one. That was 'The Rhythm'.
I found it both arousing and infuriating. Within a couple of minutes I knew...Knew...I was going to climax. I was helplessly bound for her to use. It was obvious to us both that my erection had been given to her by The Lovely Diane to torment.
She never looked up. Perhaps, to her, I was 'only' an erection to be toyed with. In any case it was obvious she was in charge and my hard erection was there for her (and not the other way around).
And there was nothing I could do except endure, enjoy and hold off climaxing as best I could.
The sensations that woman elicited from me were so sexually charged I found myself grunting and panting with effort.
The unwanted climax was but a stroke or two away!
I trembled with sexual excitation. I pulled and twisted uselessly against my unyielding bonds.
She stared rudely at my now throbbing erection, smiled to herself and without looking up, opened her mouth and widened her eyes in mock surprise that such a thing could have happened or that she might be there to witness it.
I nearly reached the apex of my journey right there.
The woman suddenly wiped her hands got to her feet and walked away without a backward glance.
I continued to struggle for long minutes not to shoot my load across the room.
Chapter Three
Finally, when I was calmed a bit and was sure I wasn't going to climax, I looked across the room. The Lovely Diane had her nose about an inch away from Joyce's face.
Joyce looked both frightened and thoroughly aroused. Her face was flushed, her bosom rising and falling quickly as she panted with obvious desire.
The Lovely Diane looked down at her former rival's bare breasts and noticed them rising and falling. The Lovely Diane slowly, menacingly, with fingers extended; reached out and took hold of Joyce's bare nipple.
Joyce howled through her gag as the Lovely Diane apparently squeezed that nipple hard. I say apparently because I was about ten feet away, at an angle to them and could not see clearly.
The Lovely Diane looked up with feigned innocence but she continued to squeeze the nipple.
Joyce continued to howl. She shook and trembled. In desperation, she finally looked beseechingly at her cuckolded husband as though asking him to intercede on her behalf.
Jack looked at his bound wife, stepped forward, and brought his head close to his wife's tormented bare breast. He shook his head as though to say that the whole thing looked painful.
Then he stepped behind The Lovely Diane. He ran his hands down her back and up her front until he was cupping The Lovely Diane's bare breasts. He paused briefly to fondle these magnificent globes.
I envied him.
He ran a hand down The Lovely Diane's arm until he encountered his wife's imprisoned breast. As The Lovely Diane relinquished her hold, Jack grabbed the nipple and began to squeeze it again.
Joyce must have thought she was getting a reprieve as she stopped howling when The Lovely Diane had let go. Once the pressure was resumed she began to howl even louder.
The Lovely Diane brought one of her hands down and back to caress Jack's muscular flank. Her other hand went up and back to caress his head. She pushed her head back and allowed him to nuzzle her neck. She pressed her hips back into him. He pushed forward into her.
Both Jack and The Lovely Diane were having a good time, both were aroused and both seemed in no hurry to stop.
I could tell that the bound and tormented Joyce was aroused even further by this cruelty. I knew I was.
The whole situation was just hot. And when I thought it couldn't get any wilder, The Lovely Diane turned languidly and dropped to her knees so she was face to condom covered erection with Jack.
Joyce gurgled in aroused shock as The lovely Diane began to expertly perform fellatio on Jack. Even Jack moaned with sensual delight.
I knew from personal experience just how good The Lovely Diane was at this particular activity.
Like the saying goes, "She could suck start a leaf blower."
Jack relinquished his hold on Joyce's breast and grabbed The Lovely Diane's head with both hands. His face was a mask of passion and determination as he struggled not to climax in the mouth wrapped aggressively around his condom covered iron hard erection.
Joyce quit her howling but stared rudely and with increasing sexual tension at the provocative sight before her.
Just as jack seemed ready to orgasm, he yanked himself out of The Lovely Diane's mouth.
She looked up with a feral grin.
He chuckled.
She bent forward and licked his condom covered iron hard erection from base to head.
She stood up, said something I couldn't make out and took a proffered flogger. She held it in front of Joyce's frightened and aroused face.
Nude, except for her high black stilettos, The Lovely Diane saucily paraded around behind her bound victim. The flogger trailed in her hands.
Joyce warily followed her with her eyes as far as she could. She turned back to look desperately at he husband and gasped.
Jack stood with his arms crossed as a woman helper stepped forward, dropped to her knees and grasped his erection.
Another helper, a man this time, squatted in front of the bound and helpless Joyce, an electric wand at the ready.
The Lovely Diane paused, possibly for dramatic effect.
Without anything to distract me I really noticed the number of various helpers there were in the play room with us. They numbered about twenty although there had to have been several in the room before I arrived. There were both sexes and some were busy coupling or engaging in sadomasochistic play.
"So they are not helpers but other players!" I concluded.
Chapter Four
The dark haired woman who had been tormenting me earlier now returned. She neither looked at my face nor spoke to me. Instead, she dropped to her knees and inspected my now hanging penis.
I looked down at her and saw her smile cruelly.
She reached out and carefully, gently grasped and squeezed my still sensitive penis.
I gasped and had to stifle an erotic groan as she expertly manipulated me to iron hardness.
She had already warned me about climaxing without permission and neither of us saw the need to reiterate that menace.
