A few months back on a Saturday morning, Higgins announced breakfast at 10am. He served us coffee and asked if we would be eating in bed or coming downstairs. Linda looked at me, "Let's eat in bed." I nodded.
We told Higgins what we wanted, and he nodded, "Very well Ma'am and Sir. I will let Conchita know immediately. He liked to pretend he was British, but his fake accent was hysterical.
We had some slow, romantic morning sex while we waited. We were basking in the glow of simultaneous orgasms, when Higgins, tapped lightly on the door with our breakfast. Over our morning repast we talked about our plans for the future, things that needed to be done now, and also our upcoming birthdays. We were both approaching our 35th and had kicked around several different ideas... a big party, a trip, ignoring it all together! Linda said, "I can't get away for a trip right now and the idea of a big bash just makes me tired. What if we keep it simple and just give each other something simple?"
"Finding something you need or want is not 'simple'," I opined.
She laughed, "I've got a simple idea. Something we both love and can't get enough of..."
"What's that?" I asked.
"Sex!" she rejoined. "Let's share a favorite fantasy we dream about but have never told. It could be deep and dark or not, but something we've thought about, but never talked about. Then the other person has to try and make it happen. What do you say?"
"I'm in. Let's write the fantasy out and swap notes. Then the giver can ask questions to try and make the fantasy come to life. Deal?"
"Deal," she smiled.
I pretty much knew my fantasy. I sometimes thought back to Linda's housewarming and the feelings I had when I was masturbating on the table. Two women held my ankles pulled back, so I was completely exposed. The depth of the embarrassment and shame was overwhelming. I wanted to go back to that level of feeling. I wrote it out and sealed it in an envelope. With our birthdays rapidly approaching, Linda asked me if I was ready to swap fantasies. I suggested we flip a coin to see who's fantasy would be first. She agreed and won the toss. "I choose to give you your fantasy first. The envelope please..." I handed it over and she read it aloud. She smiled with the memory. "What were we 20, 21 years old? Just discovering life and love. You picked a good one Lee." I thanked her and she thought for a minute or so and then asked, "What specifically are the feelings you seek to relive?" I put myself back in that moment and besides the shame and embarrassment, it was the loss of control that stirred me. I shared that and she nodded. "I think I've got it. You're on!"
At seven pm, on the allotted day, she came downstairs and took me up to one of the spare bedrooms. On the bed she had laid out some sex toys, which were to be used in fulfilling my fantasy. There were soft handcuffs, a blindfold, a riding whip and a couple of similar discipline devices, and a small contraption with several think straps and buckles. She wanted to try it all out, "I'm in your hands my dear. Do what you will with me." She handcuffed me behind my back and started to attach the "contraption" to my cock and balls. One thin strap was applied under my balls, right over the top of my penis, and tightened. Another thin strap, attached to the first, was tightened around my erect penis. On this strap was attached a small bell, and a ring to which she attached a lead. The effect was to lift both my balls, and my penis, up and out. With the lead, she directed me around the room, to test that it was attached properly. She then fitted the blindfold, which was extremely efficient. Linda instructed me to bend over the bed and stick my ass out, when I complied, she said, "OK, you can come in now." I could not see anything, but she said, "You remember Leah, my best friend from high school, she's now a junior partner at Norse advertising agency. And Mona, another friend from school, who is now a Registered Nurse. OK girls let's try this stuff out."
"Hello Mona and Leah," had barely gotten out of my mouth when I felt the sting of the riding crop on my butt and then it patted my balls. One of Linda's two friends harshly said, "You will refer to us as Mistress, you worm!" My scrotum drew them up in an attempt to protect, but she (whoever?) kept patting. The strength of the pat was increasing, and it didn't stop until I groaned and flinched.
Linda said, "That works very well. Let's try this." I heard the swish of the tasseled whip and the smack of it hitting my ass. It was made of nylon and was designed to redden the ass more than damage skin. This is not to say it didn't hurt when swung with force, which was my next experience. One of them was wailing away on my ass and it stung a lot. I groaned again and Linda said, "Hush, you big baby. Take it
like the sex slave you are."