CHAPTER 13: BDSM ORDEAL -- PART B
Saturday was much the same as the previous night. I remained completely naked, not even allowed to wear shoes of any kind while they were dressed nicely from rising and throughout the day except when their use of me required them to undress completely or modify their dress as when Mrs. Harrison might raise her dress and lower her panties for me to 'graze on her cunt', as she referred to it. I was fucked and had dildos used on me. I remained near them at all times to do their bidding and serve them in any way they desired. When they frolicked around the pool, I spread sunscreen on them and stood to the side. Thankfully, my many hours of being outside naked had turned my laboratory-white body bronze with no tan lines.
There were many times when I sensed they were frustrated by me. My being in the sun without sunscreen was one of those times. I gathered they anticipated my body becoming sensitive from the sun, which would further the pain that might be inflicted later. I just continued doing what I was told and not giving them overt reasons for inflicting punishment on me. As Mr. W had commented, these were people who played at BDSM and were not severe practitioners and that became evident by their frustrations.
Early afternoon I was taken into the basement to what they called their 'dungeon' room. It contained a number of devices, equipment, and items on the walls that could be used. I saw whips, floggers, and canes in one area. Dildos on long poles of various descriptions, many clips, clamps, chains and ropes of various diameters and coiled lengths. An 'X' frame stood on a platform and hooks and pulleys were attached into the ceiling. They only showed it to me but used none of it at that time. They taunted me that this room would be used later when some of their group arrived for a special party. Then, I was forced over a sawhorse that had the cross piece cut into a peak. They assured me I would get to know it better tonight, but at the moment it was merely used to press into my stomach as Harrison thrust his cock into me and his wife raised her leg for me to lick at her cunt. I didn't orgasm and now knew better than to try to assist it in any way. The fucking without satisfaction, the teasing touches, and mild abuse gave me frustrating arousal and I had no doubt but that was intentional.
Early evening after they had a light dinner of left-overs from the previous night, I was informed that three couples from their group would be arriving. Although the entire group had been invited, the spur-of-the-moment nature of the invitation limited the turnout. A black leather collar similar to a dog collar was fastened around my neck. Then they fastened matching cuffs to my wrists and ankles. Otherwise, I would remain naked, my hair pulled back into a ponytail to be out of the way. I would later discover it was handy for them to use to pull and hold me in position.
Prior to the guests arriving, I was given my instructions with only enough information to allow me to perform each task. I was assigned the task of welcoming each arrival at the door with my hands behind my back as they entered. They would be having drinks and general discussion before the evening activities at which I would serve them. I was warned to be available and accessible at all times to their guests. After drinks and the opening social period, they would move to the 'dungeon'. At that point, I was told I had only one responsibility: Do exactly as I was told when I was told.
I stationed myself at the door in anticipation of the guests' arrival. As each couple did, I opened the door with, "Welcome to the home of Mr. and Mrs. Harrison. I am here to serve you in any way you desire. Please do not hesitate to use me as you please." I then extended my hand towards the living room where they would find the hosts. Before they left me, though, they freely touched, pinched, groped, and probed my body as I stood with hands at my back and legs spread shoulder width.
The couples all arrived in a short time span and I followed the last couple into the living room to make and serve drinks. As I moved from couple to couple taking drink requests and serving them, the groping and probing continued. I was told to stand still while a guest groped me, but that predictably led to punishments for being delayed in getting drinks to all the guests. My tits and ass would be slapped or I would be directed to spread my legs further and my cunt would be slapped. My sole experience so far indicated that the primary practice of BDSM seemed to be to inflict pain and humiliation on the subject.
Mrs. Harrison made it a point to announce to the group that I had especially sensitive nipples and clit, not that she knew why they were that way or why they seemed unusually engorged. After that, the guests made a special effort to take a turn at testing those nubs. Many times, as one was testing those someone else would bide their time by fondling my tits or ass or probing into my cunt or even asshole, then putting their finger up to my mouth to be cleaned. Though the individual action could bring arousal, the aggressive and rude approach to it tempered the ability to achieve any appreciable sustained arousal. My body reacted with increased erection in the nipples, engorged clit, and leaking cunt, but I experienced little in the way of building arousal that might lead to an orgasm.
But, almost as if they were reading my mind or had personally experienced the same reaction, everyone but one couple stepped away to watch. This one couple tag-teamed the stimulation of my body. The wife used her mouth and fingers on my nipples and mouth while her husband drove two fingers into my cunt, curled them frequently to attack the g-spot with his thumb rubbing my clit. That was when I discovered there had been arousal rising within me but I couldn't track it to any achievable climax. With just the two of them in a concerted tandem effort, I was brought to a crashing orgasm that left my knees weak as I gasped and sobbed my release. I blushed at the intense exhibition as I saw all the other couples watching with leering expressions on their faces.
Mr. and Mrs. Harrison seemed to say unison, "See... didn't we say she was a responsive slut? It is time to have some serious fun with her."
My breath caught in my throat and my heart skipped a beat as I was blind folded and my hands fastened in front of me by attaching the two cuffs together. They moved me by two men taking hold of an arm on each side and I imagined being led out of the room for the stairs to the basement. Once down the stairs, I heard the rustling of clothes and guessed the others had stripped to join me naked. I heard something scraping on the floor. They took off my blindfold. The thing they had dragged into the room was a sawhorse. Like the ones that were used to block off traffic, only not quite as long and several feet lower. It was painted flat black and the top piece, instead of being flat, had been replaced with a shaped point at the peak that angled down to either side. It was the same one I had been bent over before. I could also see the others. They were not naked as I had presumed, but were clothed in a variety of strange and bizarre black items, many of leather. Corsets and series of straps entwining bodies. Most women had beasts and cunt exposed, most men had shorts of one kind or another with pouches over cocks. All the couples were in their 50's or 60's. Most of the men had large stomachs and most of the women had small to medium, sagging breast and extra pounds. All had bald genitals. I appreciated all the more how Mr. W has taken care of himself.
