BIANCA
It might be hard to understand the thrill of such intense conflicting emotions if you've never experienced them directly. On the surface, the fine peach fuzz that covered most of my skin, I was soft, compliant, and as overeager for touch as I'd ever been in my life. Skin deep I felt nervous excitement. I had no idea quite what I was in for. Would I be able to keep up? Was it going to be too intense? Too painful? Too stimulating? Was I going to have to cry out for help? Another layer down was real tension and trepidation. My muscles were ready for fight or flight. Ready to tense at a moment's notice. But in the deepest parts of my body and certainly in my heart and my aching and thirsty pussy I felt loved, cared for, and held in my submission. I loved these two long before I'd moved in with them and our experience living together during the pandemic cemented my affection for them, their trustworthiness, and my intimate knowledge that they cared for me, however the next hours and days might work out.
Bruce sat me down on the couch and I was suddenly even more aware of my nakedness feeling the cushions against my ass. Truth be told, I was thrilled by Bruce's touch. He was clearly enjoying the tease and every move he made stimulated all of those layers of my self and only enhanced their tension. Some touches spoke more to my nervous excitement and others set me more at ease. He was touching my most vulnerable parts softly, reminding me that nothing was off limits to him right now. I knew he had something planned with his rope kit, but no idea how challenging that would be for me or when he'd decide to incorporate it. Despite the fear held in my body, I felt safe with him and with Raph. They wouldn't genuinely hurt me. They just loved the tease.
When he reached my pubic hair I started subtly moving my hips in the hopes that his fingers would penetrate me. I longed for his cock at this point, but if he wanted to start with his fingers, who was I to object? He slipped a finger further down for the briefest moment, running it down my slit and my hips bucked against his touch. When he left the room to "do some prep" and asked Raph to look after me I couldn't believe his nonchalance. I felt like I was on the verge of transformation. Like I might lose my entire sense of agency and be fully transformed from actor/agent to subject in our scene. I was becoming their plaything and felt like I was nearly unable to voice my desires as they took over my body. My deepest self was still in tact. I knew who I was. I wanted to be their plaything and my deepest self wanted these two inside me, on top of me, underneath me and everywhere. Even though I was thriving in the tension I desperately wanted to fast forward to the good part where we were all orgasming together.
Bruce pressed my palms together showing me the pose he wanted me in and laced his rope around my wrists. I felt the coarseness of it dragging over my wrists driving my attention, shockingly, to this much less intimate part of my body even though I was sitting in our living room completely naked. With my wrists bound, Raph delicately stepped over to me in her soft red lingerie to play with my nipples while I heard Bruce milling about in our storage room. Raph was absolutely gorgeous. I desperately wanted to drag my gaze languorously over her body and then trace its path with my tongue over her smooth, taut skin. I couldn't though -- Bruce's instructions were clear that my gaze was to remain on the movie. What movie was this even? I don't think I could describe it to you even as I watched it live. The words weren't there. Only touch, the sound of my gorgeous tormentors, their smell, the feeling of the rope on my wrists, and my obedience remained for me right now.
My nipples were sensitive like no one else I knew. It was almost like I had a couple of extra clits pointing forward from my chest, eager to be touched, flicked, licked, rubbed, and squeezed. Raph was playing me like a virtuoso violinist on a Stradivarius. She kept the stimulation alive and varying at precisely the right rate. She'd lightly squeeze a nipple until I'd almost lost track of the sensation from overstimulation. Just when those feelings would get muddy enough that they melted into the background she'd switch it up with a flick, a rub, or by gently blowing cool air over the tip of a licked nipple. God damn. No one had ever played me like this before! I wondered suddenly if I might be able to come just from her nipple play. It was an experiment I was eager to run and one I'd need help with. I couldn't imagine holding back from touching myself while she played with my nipples long enough to find out if her techniques would be enough.
When Bruce stepped back into the room I couldn't entirely make out what he'd brought with him. I was rapidly becoming oblivious to everything happening around me other than Raph working away at my nipples until I heard a whirring and grinding sound. It took me by surprise and I flinched uncontrollably. I wasn't processing this experience in my brain -- it was completely in my body and my body knew that sound signaled some kind of tools. It was a masculine sound of penetration. Finally after a few more instances I was able to piece together that he was drilling something into the walls behind me and on both sides. What the fuck was he doing? I was still trying to put it together when Raph finally let up on my nipples and slipped two fingers inside of me. Thank GOD someone was finally going to fuck my desperate pussy.
I was so ready to come that she'd barely hit her stride when Bruce intervened and pulled her off of me. Goddamn it. I must've let my gaze slip from the movie. He held me lightly by the chin but I felt like my whole body was under his control as I bucked my hips trying desperately to reach Raph's fingers once more. This fucker wasn't going to let me come yet. I felt a whine building up inside me and I don't know if I let it escape my lips, but if I did it could've come out anywhere between a guttural purring and a kitten's whimper.
When Bruce reached down and took my tied hands in his, I so desperately wanted to make eye contact with him. I wanted him to see into my soul and see how badly I wanted his cock to fill me up and make me his. No -- that wasn't quite right. I wanted to be theirs. I wanted them to witness the fullness of my femininity as I orgasmed vulnerably in front of them both. I wanted to be hers just as much as I was his.
He drew my hands over head and continued tugging them gently until I was sitting fully upright with my back arched and my shoulders lightly flexed. He leaned back down and started kneading my tits. I pressed my chest forward into his hands, wishing for so much more. He must have tied me off to whatever he was fastening in the wall. I relaxed slightly and felt the rope holding me up by my wrists. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Raph spread her legs and start touching herself. She was so sexy. I couldn't make out the details so she was all legs and skin and splotches of red to me, sultry forms blurry and out of focus.
Bruce had stepped away from me. What was he doing and why wouldn't he just fuck me already? Was Raph even going to let him fuck me? I cannot remember ever wanting a cock as badly as I did right now. Suddenly I heard another sound -- the "click, whirr" of a camera. My body was unconsciously straining now, caught somewhere in the confusion between posing and hiding. My small pink nipples pressing forward, desperate to be seen and touched and licked while my hips rolled backwards trying to hide my pussy away in the couch cushions. I realized I'd grown accustomed to the way these two were looking at me. Their lingering gazes had felt cold and wet, like they were dragging popsicles over my skin as they took me in. Just like dropping into a cold pool, I'd become compliant with my exposure to them. I don't know if Bruce was actually using the flash or not, but I synthesthetically felt every every shot he took like a flash of heat drinking up my soft skin -- consuming me from every angle and preserving this moment in time, my submission, the heat of my now-rosy skin, my nakedness, my wantonness forever. I would forever be available as a creature desperate to be fucked, needing to be filled, and at the disposal of this delicious couple who had taken me completely into their loving and firm but tender embrace.
Bruce must have put his camera down. He was teasing my inner thighs, walking the soft tips of his fingers up towards my dripping pussy. He stopped a few inches short as I rolled my hips back and forth begging him to touch my glowing hot crucible. Instead he pressed his palm to my leg, splayed his fingers out, and drew my leg out to the side. As he slid his palm down towards my knee I straightened it out, taking his cue and flexing my calf and toes until my leg was almost at a 90 degree angle out from my body. I wanted to show him how flexible and fit I was. How ready my body was to be taken by his. How wonderful of a pet I would be if he would only fuck me.
I strained to maintain contact with him until he had drawn his touch all the way down to my toes. Instead of rewarding me with his tongue on my clit or his cock in my pussy, he wrapped another rope around my ankle and pulled me ever so slightly more open. It was a strain similar to the one keeping my arms directly overhead. First my tits were on perfect display and now one of my legs was open to the room, tied off and preventing me from hiding away my pussy any more. His fingers danced over my other leg in the same manner until I was stretched into a split. The only way I could maintain this pose was by rolling my hips forward to fully expose my pussy to the room and by relaxing into the ropes and letting them help hold me up. I was determined to keep my calves and toes pointed though so he'd know I was working for him. Comportment was required, after all.
I could hear Raph's breathing growing ragged and see her hand alternating between rapidly rubbing her clit and slowing down to graze her tits and thighs. Had she come yet? I wanted to watch her. I wanted to show her with a look how desperately I envied her that she could bring herself off and come. Bruce told me to hold still and I heard the drill firing off again, first on my left side then my right. With each screw he drove in, I felt a little more of the tension go out of my muscles. His attachment points would hold my weight. I could relax into them. It was always going to be a strained position that forced me to expose my pussy and tits and left me at his mercy, but knowing that and giving into the tension would let me find an acceptance of my total and complete submission to these two. Knowing he'd added more security to the ties helped me feel safe in his hands.
When Bruce put in the final screw, a bunch of things happened all at once. With my limbs fully secured to the walls, I could finally relax without losing my strained position. I had become an object. I was now just a part of the decor. A part of our apartment. I'd willfully given up my agency one second at a time and I was now fully secured just like a painting or a new ceiling fan. My mind knew that Bruce could untie me or cut me free whenever he was ready, but there was an attractive honesty to sinking completely into my objectification. At the same time, I finally heard Raph let go. I realized I'd been moaning all along and joined her in full throated enthusiasm. Something was happening to me that had never happened before. This was a full body orgasm that was almost as strong as any I'd experienced. It had been building up slowly and I felt wave after wave roll over me, timed with Raph's moans. As powerful as it was, it was missing that single crescendoed point that would've left me feeling relief. Instead I just felt even more worked up.
I must've lost my ability to hold my feet straight out and my back arched. I hadn't even realized it. Bruce sounded like he was ready to forgive me. He encouraged me to relax and that's exactly what I did. He tipped my chin up with his fingers and kissed me softly, sensually. He nibbled on my lips and parted them with his tongue, darting lightly in and out of my mouth. He conveyed love and appreciation and care with his kiss. A great kiss was always a conversation. Despite my exhaustion, frustration, and the intensity of the last hour I summoned everything I had to show him that I was his but I was also still present and ready to kiss him back with equal passion rather than meekly go limp like a fuck doll.
He pulled back and looked me deep in the eyes as he slowly drew back. The next thing I knew soft silk was being drawn over my eyes. He tied it off around back, blindfolding me completely. It must've been a silk necktie. There wasn't a clearer symbol of masculine power that could possibly have conveyed firmness and gentleness at the same time. I relaxed my body completely, unsure what was going to happen next. I heard him step away as I went limp in his restraints.
"Now Bianca," Bruce began. "I want you to hold very very still until I say so. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir. I'll hold as still as I can," I answered nervously.
