The dog is barking downstairs, guess they are on the driveway returning.
I am helpless and vulnerable, held down by four chains, one from each of my limbs, stretched out in an X shape. The waist clincher, girdling my midriff, holds me tight, forcing my breasts out. Being held tightly around the waist seems to give more power to orgasms. The remote control, to the butterfly tickler strapped to me, is dead in my hand. It nearly got me off a few times whilst I have been captive; don't know why I have not dropped it yet.
I cannot see anything, eyes benighted by a blackout mask. Still I turn to face the door when it opens, no movement or sound. I imagine their eyes washing over me. The perspiration of effort, in trying to get off from the tickler, sheens my skin. As I tense against the tethers, I can feel one of them sit on the bed beside me. He takes the control from my right hand, tries the remote but nothing happens. Sliding a hand into my panties he unfastens the tickler from me. Instinctively my hips rises, wanting so much to have them relieve the pre-orgasmic tension. I'm soaking, they brush against my wetness as it is removed and drop it to the floor; bouncing my ass on the bed in frustration.
I hear the bed to the left of me squeak and assume someone has just sat on it. My breathing is deep and slow, my senses heightened. The feeling of hot breath across my exposed breasts causes me to arch my back thrusting my chest forward, nipples so hard they ache to be touched. In anticipation I draw my lower lip in and bite down on it. Sensing rough work worn hands, before they touch my delicate pliable breasts, I moan expectantly. The coolness of their touch as they caress the nearest breast to them sends a shiver through me. Their fingers circle my areolas, I squeal in delight as both of my hard rosy buds are rolled and pulled. I strain and relax against the chains rhythmically. I want this so much, I have played it out so many times in fantasy and now it's really happening.
The one to the right of me stops and gets off the bed. The other still seated leans over me; the fabric of his shirt coarse against my breast, his left hand plays and massages my left tit. His right holds the other, his lips close around my nipple. Sucking and biting gently at first, he increases the intensity until it hurts. I don't mind a little bit of pain every now and again but this level causes me to yelp briefly, he eases off a little till my moaning of delight resumes. He moves his mouth to the left nipple and skillfully continues. After a while he stops and moves from the bed. To my pleasure the other takes over from where the ardent one had finished, his warm naked torso presses down
against my right breast. He is gentle; tongue flicking, swirling, around my left nipple. He is more of a tease.
It's not very long till lefty returns to the bed and resumes his fervent stimulation. I find the teasing gentleness from one-side contrasting with the hard urgency of the other, delicious, I murmur in enjoyment. They turn slightly, slowly till I feel their backs press into my armpits; this allows them to explore the rest of me, all the while teasing my nipples with their mouths. Their hands run down the brocaded fabric of the boned waist clincher, past the waistband of my panties, and on to my legs which quiver as they move. Down the outside of my spread open legs, across and then up the inside of my thighs. Their thumbs skirt skin-side of my panties. So electric, my ass rises slightly at each pass. Lefty is the first to hook the waistband of my panties with his thumb on the way down, just an inch then he let's go, a further inch on the next pass. Righty has stopped playing with my breast and has move down a little. Lefties hand stops moving on my leg, his head lifts away from my breast, I guess he watches what the other is doing.
The front of my panties is pulled away from my pubic mound, and fingers are forced through the thin gossamer of fabric. I hear and feel the first tear, I squeal in delight as the second rip shreds them down to the gusset. Two more firm pulls and all that is left of the fabric that was protecting my most intimate parts is the waistband and the tatters still joined to the back seams. The ripper slowly draws his finger along my moist, delicate folds; I try to force my hips upward, to meet his touch. Trying to get the caress of his finger deeper inside of me.
They both return to my nipples hungrily and hands rubbing my legs in alternate strokes, one of them outside of my thigh the other on the inner. Now at each upward stroke, they let their middle fingers draw slowly and deeper into me. Each time a jolt gets my legs shaking more and more, I buck a little harder at each touch. Moaning loudly, my bottom drives down hard on the bed then raises. I strain against the chains holding me tight, my pussy tingles. The sweet release that has been building since I was chained over an hour ago, and has been hovering is overtaking me. Guttural noises escape from deep in my throat. A sudden flood of ecstasy surpasses my sensibly, my head flails side to side in euphoria.
