I quickly sat down, before Peter made good with his threat. Blushing, I slowly spread my legs, shifting my hips as far forward as I dared.
"Further forward, Pam." He snapped.
I edged my bottom forward until I was totally exposed to Jim's view and certainly well within his reach. Looking directly into his face, I could see his eyes drift all over me and watch as his unadorned manhood reacted to Peter's brazen display of my genitalia.
"Like this, Master?" Shakily, I found my voice.
I suddenly turned to gaze into Peter's eyes, unable to look at our guest any longer. It was as if Peter was inviting Jim to continue the erotic fondling that he had begun in our car. Whilst Jim had already explored my body earlier on, in the darkness of the car, it had been relatively discrete. Although I acknowledged my consent at the time, when prompted, I found this new situation far more humiliating. I was keenly aware that the sensor portion of my sex toy would now be clearly in his view. My lips felt puffy and swollen and I didn't dare look, but I sensed that my clitoris would be fully erect and visibly wet. My eyes searched Peter's for a sign of weakness but I saw none. He just smiled.
"Perfect for what we have in mind." The wolf in Peter grinned.
To my horror he shook his head, removing the cord from around his neck in one quick motion, placing the remote on the table. "It's there, if you need it, Jim." He turned dismissively away, toward the kitchen.
Once Peter was gone from sight, I could no longer avoid Jim's eyes. Perched uncomfortably on the edge of the chair, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye and saw Jim reach out for something on the table. My eyes nervously followed his hand, to see if he was going to reach for the remote control device that he had been invited to use. In my current circumstances, I was hoping that he wouldn't.
"I'd like to try these items out on you Pamela." Jim chuckled.
He seized on a small package and opened it. I scanned the range for the first time, noticing the wrist and ankle cuffs and widening my eyes at the sight. Surely they didn't intend to use those on me? My imagination turned to the BDSM photos in Peter's computer room.
"Thank goodness you guys couldn't find any whips or paddles." I muttered.
"They were just put there as an added incentive for you to obey Peter's instructions, I guess." Jim laughed lightly as he explained. "You don't mind do you?"
I smiled and shook my head. Jim was looking directly at me, holding a rubber tipped clamp, cupping my breast toward him in a manner that left me in no doubt of his intentions.
"It's just a decoration."
"Alright then. Go ahead!"
I winced as Jim attached a clamp to my left nipple. Despite the early pain, I felt an strange surge of sexual pleasure as the tension of the connecting chain tugged toward my right breast as he clamped the other nipple. My vaginal muscles contracted automatically on the toy penis inside me and I shivered with rapidly mounting desire. I wanted him to take out my toy and replace it with the real thing. Sitting in my current position, exposed before his eyes, watching his penis grow steadily had made me bolder. Surely the reason Peter had left me this way was to tempt him. Our eyes met and my decision was made for me.
I gasped as he reached over and kissed me, passionately this time. He squeezed my breasts against his smooth chest and placed his free hand between my legs. His wandering finger found my erect clit at the same time, producing a fresh need to feel him inside of me. I reached out in search for his manhood, grasping at his moistened and quivering shaft with both hands. I began to buck my hips against his hand as I stroked his penis.
"Please, Jim? I want you inside me." I whispered breathlessly.
All reason had gone and I no longer cared where we were. Jim looked stunned when I dropped to my knees and tenderly encircled his turgid manhood with my tongue. I looked him directly in his eyes for some sign of acceptance as I teased his pulsating member and flicked at it with the tip of my tongue. He was rapidly responding to my sensual oral attentions, groaning with satisfaction. In a few short minutes I had changed into what both men obviously wanted me to be, a raging nymphomaniac. I opened my mouth wider and took as much of his penis inside my mouth as I could, tracing my lips lovingly back over the smooth texture of his erect love tool. Jim gripped my head and tried to moderate my lust before he ejaculated.
"I see that Pam's starting to behave herself with you, now."
My eyed darted to my left and I saw Peter coming back out of our kitchen with a tray of refreshments. I recoiled from Jim's glistening shaft and looked up at him, flushed with guilt at allowing myself to get so carried away in his absence. I noticed his thinly veiled smile as he put the tray down on the table. It was comforting to conclude that he approved of my actions so I relaxed and smiled back at him, gratefully. It was obvious that Peter had been turned on by the scene he had witnessed.
"Good girl! I see you've already tried on the nipple clamps." He knelt beside me, giving the chain a slight tug before reaching up to the table. "We've never tried out these self lubricating anal beads, Pam?" He held up a bubble pack with clear circular objects inside the wrapper, strung together with cord.
"I already used some--"
"No arguments, please!" Peter interrupted. "We'll sit down and enjoy our tea together and let's remember who's in charge, shall we?"
I struggled to my feet and tried to concentrate on how I was expected please both of the men as I sipped at my tea. I remained silent and subdued while the men discussed the evening ahead. Peter ignored my frantic eye signals when he mentioned the possibility of Jim having anal sex with me this time. Looking at Jim's bulging erection earlier on, I half expected that he might damage my internal organs with his larger sexual equipment. It took all effort not to interrupt him and suggest that we just have sex in the same way as we had at the gym.
I drained my cup and looked Peter in the eye, silently pleading for moderation to his plans. He merely smiled and handed the beads over to Jim.
"I take it that you've used these before?"
At this point I knew that he was going to allow Jim to insert those huge beads into my bottom, despite any further protestation that I might make, but I had to try.
"I mightn't be able to--" My voice was shaking with fear.
"Move over to the couch and bend over it." Peter interrupted, while Jim was opening the bubble pack in his hand. "I'll insert the first one this time, if you like?" He laughed. "They are designed to relax your muscles. Just trust me!"
Jim helped me to my feet and I obeyed Peters instructions without a further word of protest. Spreading my feet, I leaned over the back of the couch and closed my eyes. Jim followed right behind me. He began to stroke lightly along my inner thighs with his finger tips, moving steadily upward and making my body shiver with anticipation. The tug of the chain distended my nipples each time my body shivered. This motion seemed to increase the erotic sensations that were happening within my loins. I began to respond to his magical touch, encouraging Jim to continue upward until Peter came alongside me.
"Come on? Open up, Pam." He whispered.
Haltingly, I reached behind me and opened the cheeks of my bottom with both hands. As relaxed as Jim had tried to make me, I tensed slightly as Peter eased the first bead beyond my sphincter muscle. It slipped easily through, although it must have been least an inch in diameter.
"This lubricant has a special muscle relaxant formula." Peter explained to Jim. "I'll leave the next one to you."
Jim took over and pushed the next one through. It seemed slightly larger than the first but it slipped through without too much effort. I found myself wondering how many of these beads I was expected to take into my rectum. My muscles started twitching and clasping, and I orgasmed involuntarily, as Peter took over and gently forced the next two through.
"Just hold them in place sweetheart." Peter advised "You'll be feeling the effects shortly."
I began to feel an uncomfortably urgent need to expel those slippery beads as soon as I could. I was doing my best to hold them in but I couldn't help the natural muscular contractions. I took short sharp breaths to ease the urge to defecate as much as I could but trying to hold back was starting to become painful.
"Please no!" I squealed as Jim took over and forced another one in. "Just take them out. I can't take any more." I was out of breath.
"Five! That should do for now!" Peter agreed.
I felt the remaining beads brush between the back of my legs when Jim let them go and stood up. I kept trying not to let the beads go when I stood up and turned toward Jim. I could feel the lubrication taking effect as I moved toward him. I noticed that Jim's penis was as hard as a rock, from watching my struggle to control the urge to vacate my bowels. I was almost sobbing with indignation and I tensed as Jim reached over and lifted me over his shoulders.
"I think she might be ready by now." He chuckled, patting my tortured bottom.
"I was telling Jim about our little experiment earlier on." Peter explained with a grin. "Jim really wants to experience the same sensation."
