Meghan went into the bathroom wearing only her bra and sweater. She was still a little shaky from the intensity of the whole experience, so she sank onto the seat of the john gratefully. The stark, fluorescent light of the room made the whole scene in the bedroom seem unreal, like some kind of fevered dream that couldn't possibly be a real part of her carefully ordered life. Yet when she closed her eyes, she could still see Craig squirming on his belly, pleading with her to let him touch himself while he watched her jam her hand deep into her pussy.
When she released a strong stream of urine into the bowl it gave her an erotic thrill as it never had before and she imagined Craig watching her pee while he stroked his painfully erect cock without a possibility of orgasm. She got herself so excited again that when she reached down to wipe herself she felt a jolt at her own touch.
And there was something else that kept insinuating itself into her fantasy: lurking there in the shadows of her erotic dream world was another figure, a shady female presence in the shadows of her imaginary room, stroking herself and breathing heavily as she watched the scene unfold. The thought flashed through Meghan's mind that the other woman came forward, squatted over Craig and began to urinate.
She opened her eyes quickly and brought her hand away from her genitals, feeling ashamed now in the brutal reality of the light. But that idea of the third party would not go away and, of course, she suddenly remembered, there was the reality of Craig, still bound naked to the bed, gagged with her aromatic underwear, his penis and his balls constricted in that tight, unforgiving strap.
Still half-naked, she left the bathroom and walked down the hall to check on him. Standing in the doorway, she could see the pleading in his eyes when he saw her there, although he did not even attempt to speak this time. She sighed and told him, "Not yet, sweetheart. I don't think you've suffered quite enough." But she knew the anger was gone now and there was nothing but the thrill of the game, the rush of control.
"Maybe I'll have a little surprise for you soon," she added before closing the door and going into the kitchen, where she poured herself a glass of wine and picked up the phone.
Of all her friends, Carla was the craziest. Her marriage to a local real estate agent had broken up more than a year ago and since then Carla had been known to make the rounds of the area's singles bars. Every time they spoke for more than five minutes, the topic turned to sex. Usually this embarrassed Meghan and she had frequently told Carla so but Carla would only laugh and tell her she was secretly glad to hear those stories, that they were the only excitement in Meghan's life. Once she even accused Meghan of going home and fantasizing about Carla's exploits and despite her protestations to the contrary, it had been true on more than one occasion.
Carla answered on the fifth ring. It didn't even take five minutes this time; the first thing she said when she recognized Meghan's voice was, "Sorry it took me so long to answer, hon. I was busy with a great new dildo. Damn, I was so close, too. Now I'll have to start all over. Oh well, at least dildos don't lose their hard-ons like men. That's why they're so much better, don't you think?"
Meghan hesitated, then decided to take the plunge. "I don't know," she told Carla, her own voice surprising her with its huskiness, "Craig's been hard now for close to an hour, maybe more. Of course he has some help."
Shock kept Carla uncharacteristically silent for a moment, then she sounded eager. "Honey, tell me about it!" she insisted. "What the hell is going on at your house? What's gotten into you?"
Meghan told her how she had walked in on Craig and most of what had ensued, including the cock strap and her incredible orgasm.
"Don't stop," Carla said, "Jesus I'm about to come in my pants! This is amazing! What's going on now? Where's Craig?"
Meghan told him Craig was still tied up, still hard, still horny. Then she added, "The crazy thing is, I'm horny all over again, too. I can't stop thinking about it. And the other thing is. . . well, in the porno movie there was this other woman, watching. . . "
She didn't have to say anything more. "I'm on my way. Don't do a thing until I get there," Carla said. "But I'm warning you right now, I intend to do a lot more than just watch!"
* * * * *
Carla arrived wearing a trench coat underneath which she sported only a black bra, black thong underwear and spike heels. She carried a shopping bag containing her full array of sex toys. To greet her at the door, Meghan had donned a robe but removed her sweater and bra. Carla immediately whipped open her coat to flash her friend but was surprised to be topped by the sight of the naked Meghan beneath the robe.
"All right, where is the victim?" Carla asked her when they were finished laughing at each other. Meghan led the way to the bedroom. She told Carla to wait outside and keep silent while she went in and set things up.
When she pulled the gag out of Craig's mouth, he gulped in some welcome air and said, "Finally! Honey, please unwrap my cock. I think you're permanently cutting off my circulation."
"I'm cutting it off?" Meghan replied, slapping his penis back and forth roughly, "It wasn't I who wrapped it up in the first place, remember?" But she was a little worried about him; his balls were turning a strange, dark color and his penis was purple. Carefully, she uncoiled the leather strap, revealing deep red overlapping lines at the base of the penis. Craig drew deep breaths and tried to reach down to hold his cock, throbbing now from the sudden exchange of blood, but his restraints wouldn't allow it.
Meghan took Craig's throbbing penis in her hand, cradling it carefully. Once released from its constriction, it lost that insistent hardness and a stream of lubricant escaped the tip, dripping through her fingers onto Craig's immobile thighs. He groaned and took another deep breath. Meghan knew that she could bring the hardness back; she knew she had control. It was just a matter of keeping his arousal where she wanted it, just this side of orgasm. She didn't need the strapping; she could stop him herself whenever she wanted to.
She held onto the sore and frustrated prick and called to her friend, who joined her now on the edge of the bed.
"What shall we do with this?" she asked, bouncing it in her palm. Then she turned to Craig. "Well, sweetie, this is like porno come to life, isn't it? Two sexy women and your cock! But in real life, you're not in charge like when you're whacking off. In real life, we're going to use this limp little prick for our own fun."
