An Exhilarating Train Journey

I woke up slowly from a deep and refreshing sleep though I was rather stiff, sore and deeply ashamed. Not surprising since I had had three - or was it four - massive orgasms and several small ones; humiliated by my husband Jake telling me to strip in front of our friends, Anna and Dean; giving my husband a blow job in front them; humiliated further by giving myself over to Anna in hopes of being able to swallow her husband's cum only for him to squirt his cum on me; got finger fucked for the first time by the club letch. Then Jake took me home naked and tied up to humiliate me more. I couldn't believe I let him film me finger fucking myself so he could use it to blackmail me into being his sex slave instead of a wife. And, I started to realise, he seemed to be doing just that. He had grabbed me by my nipples and threw me into the spare bedroom with nothing but a chamber pot!

As I became more awake, I was determined to have no more of this. I wasn't sure how. True, I had enjoyed much of what had happened, especially the orgasms. But a line had to be drawn before things got out of hand.

I started to get up and realised that things may have just gotten out of hand. My nipples were still hurting. I had the shock of my life when I looked at them. There was a metal ring in each nipple with a chain between them.

I tried to sit up to see if I could remove them only to realise my entire body was tied down. I could see leather straps on my wrists. I couldn't move my feet. I tried to lift my head to see what was down there but felt a leather strap holding my neck down. My brain went into over drive trying to figure out what was going on. What had Jake done to me? Or with me?

"You do look fine there, Mrs D."

"Who, what..." I tried to look around to see who was speaking. It sounded like Nigel, the young gardener from the club. I couldn't believe Jake would do this to me. My instinct was to cover myself but of course I couldn't.

"I've got to have a photo of this."

I saw him move to the end of the bed. Panic filled my body as he lifted a camera.

"No, no. I (click) won't (click) let you do that (click, click click). Stop that!"

"Now, now. Jake said I could do what I wanted with you. You don't know how long I've been waiting for this."

"My god, what are you talking about. Shit, at least cover me up. Give me some respect!"

He came to the middle of the bed and started stroking my bush.

"I said stop that. That's not what you do to someone's wife, you little shit."

"Jake said you might not be fully accepting of your role as his sex slave yet. That's why we decided it was best to tie you down." He slipped a finger into my vagina.

"Get your hand out of me! I don't care what Jake said. You don't do that to a woman without her consent. You should respect your elders!"

"You're absolutely right." He wiggled his finger inside me. I felt a nice tingle. "But Jake said you are no longer to be treated as a woman but as a, what was it, 'flat chested floozy scum whore'." With that, he moved out of my vagina and pulled on my bush.

"Ow! That hurts." My brain couldn't keep up with what he was doing to my body.

He reached for the chain between the nipple rings and pulled it up. "Shit. You really don't have anything on top. How weirdly wonderful."

"Now stop this. Holding my nipples like that is degrading. I don't care what Jake told you, I don't want you playing with my body like that."

"That's just too bad. I've been wanting to play with you ever since I saw you. Older women are so attractive and alluring. And to be given one to play with. My god, it's a dream come true."

"I'm not your 'dream'," I screamed at him. "I'm the secretary of the club who hires you! Stop this right now or I'll, I'll..."

He tugged on the chain. "Shut up or I'll pull even harder," he said in a very stern voice. "Jake was right about you. He said you'd object to your new status even though you agreed to it. I'm just ignoring what you say."

With that, he let the chain go and sat on my chest. To my astonishment, he put his mouth on one nipple and started to suck it. He used his tongue to play with the ring. Jake never even touched my nipples, let alone played with them. The feeling was spine tingling. He then went to the other nipple to give it the same attention.

"Look, I need you to stop this. It's getting out of hand."

"Oh, it's going to get more out of hand." With that, put a cucumber into my vision. "I've always wondered if you can use a cucumber to make a woman cum."

My eyes became as big as saucers. I had never had anything other than Jake inside me. And, of course, two sets of fingers very recently. It just isn't the done thing for someone like me!

"No, I absolutely forbid you to put that thing into my vagina." I struggled as much as I could. "If you, I'll make sure you're fired!"

"Actually, I think it should be just the reverse. As Jake's sex slave, you should be begging me not to tell anyone what I'm doing to you. Or not to show the photos I've taken."

I could feel the blood draining out of my face. What had I gotten myself into? Besides Jake's horrendous film, I now had to contend with Nigel's threat to use his photos against me. I was becoming to accept that I had truly lost control of my body to the whims of Jake and, seemingly, anyone else he gave me to. My heart sank to the floor.

He moved the cucumber towards my slit. "No, no. Please don't do something so disgusting to a, to a..."

He slipped it in and started twisting it gently. The bumps on the cucumber sent a shock wave through me. I had never felt anything like it.

"Woman," I whimpered. With that he stopped.

"Oh, no, don't do that. Feel free to continue."

"On, no," he said back slyly, "I wouldn't want to do that to a woman."

I was so turned on I changed my tune. "Never mind what I just said. In fact, never mind what I say how or in the future. I'm Jake's sex slave to be given to others as he fancies. So you can do as you please with me." I bit my lip, hoping that would be enough.

He started to pull out the cucumber. It wasn't enough. I suspected his playing with me now meant me humiliating myself. I had to decide if I just gave him my body or threw in my soul. As he pulled out the cucumber, my mind was made up.

"Look, I'm sorry I threatened you. I want to be your sex slave too. (God how I wanted sex but not to be a slave. But I was where I was!) Play away with me without any concern as to how I feel."

He just sat there looking at me. Oh the torture was terrible. My body was screaming for deliverance and my mind gave in.

I swallowed. "I guess you now need some convincing." He nodded, with a smile. "Look, you can record on that phone of yours, can't you," I panted. He smiled YES. "Then get it rolling and I'll give you something that will make me your sex slave, too. As long as you understand Jake is first, I'll be yours whenever you want."

He smiled broadly and pulled out his camera. "Oh, Nigel, I'm so sorry I disobeyed you. I should know better and I need to make sure I never do that again. That's why I've asked to you make this film on your phone so I have no access to it. It will be yours forever. I give the impression that I'm an upright, upstanding and uptight woman. So I live in terror of the world finding out that I'm really and old, washed up, flat chested slut desperate to have sex with young, hansom, muscular men like you. I've let myself be tied up like this to show you that I'm beyond redemption as a woman or wife. I don't want to betray my dear, loving husband. He'd never understand that he's married to something lower than a whore; that I've degenerated into nothing but an object desperate to be subject to a real man. So, I'm handing myself over to you; to be subject to your every whim in hopes that being your sex slave will give me some sexual satisfaction. This film will ensure that I do exactly as you demand. Otherwise, you can show this film to whoever you want. But I'll never let that happen as it will ruin me."

With that, he slipped the cucumber back in and started playing with it. Oh, the delight it gave my body as it rubbed up against the walls of my now much loved love canal! He then pushed it gently onto my clit.

I let out a scream. My muscles went into over drive. Jake's penis and even Hugo's fingers were soft. The cucumber was as hard as a, well, cucumber. I never felt anything so hard in me. My muscles could ram up against it making the feeling even more intense.

"Wow. This is great. You really are some kind of slut."

"You're some kind of master to give a slave such joy," I cooed back.

With that, he pulled out the cucumber and put it into my mouth. This created a bit of confusion. What was I supposed to do? I tried to spit out the cucumber but Nigel wouldn't have it.

"Keep that in there. Otherwise, I show..."

He didn't need to finish the sentence. I nodded and did my best to keep it in my mouth.

He then took off his clothes. His body was lovely. Very slim, muscular and gorgeous. His cock was rock hard. Not as big as Jake or, for that matter, the cucumber. He got up onto the bed and plunged into me.

I was wet from enjoying the cucumber so I barely felt him. This was a real let down. I started feeling like the sex slave Jake had turned me into. I got no joy from his frantic pumping into me. The cucumber didn't help the mood either. It reminded me of what I was missing. He started to moan and groan like he was having an orgasm but I felt nothing.

He pulled out and I could see his penis softening. I didn't know whether I should laugh or cry. This was the least enjoyable fuck I ever had. It really made me feel like nothing but an object to be fucked. I wanted to laugh, though, because the beautiful body was not matched by any sexual skill.

"That was great fun." He got up and took a few more photos. "I've got to be off to the club. Time to hand you over to Jake."

I tried to ask a question but this was not possibly with a cucumber in my mouth. Nigel chuckled and pulled his boxer shorts over my head so that the cucumber was sticking out of the slit. I then felt the cucumber being removed.

"Oh thank you. That was really getting to me. Can you take..."

Before I could say anything else, I felt something else go into my mouth and the sound of a click behind my head. I suspect he got dressed. I then felt the straps holding me down undone. He stood me up, locked my hands behind my back and then pulled on the chain connected to my nipples. Needless to say, I followed him. I tried to ask where we were going but, of course, couldn't get any words out.

I suddenly heard a woman's voice scream with delight. I vaguely recognised the voice. As I couldn't see anything, I couldn't place it and terror filled me.

"Oh, Jakie, what an absolute hoot!!! I thought you were joking when you said you had a female sex slave. Well," she chuckled, "I assumed Mrs D was a woman. Her top looks like a bloke and the penis is in the wrong place! You poor thing!" They all laughed at this. I had no idea what they meant about a penis. "And she's your wife?"

"Not anymore, Honey Bun. Oh were legally married and all that. But she's really just a play thing for us now. We don't have to consider any conjugal obligations to her in the least. Or even to treat her decently, compassionately, or respectfully."

Now I recognised the voice. It was my secretary from work. Being subjugated to Nigel was bad enough. But someone from work was horrendous. I would have fainted if Nigel hadn't been holding the chaining to my nipples. My brain was flooded with emotion and fury. I wanted to say so much about the torture I was being subjected to. I had been faithful our entire marriage. I knew we were pushing our boundaries but I always thought it would just be me doing what Jake said and wanted from me. I never dreamed he would do anything with another woman. And one from work! I know what I said and what he filmed. It just never occurred to me he would take things this far. My heart started racing. I could feel blood rushing to my face and anger and fear growing in me. The thing in my mouth stopped me from screaming at him as a release for my anger and to demand that enough was enough.

I started to shake in anger. "What's wrong, dick bitch," he said aggressively.

I couldn't think. I was in too much shock.

"What's up, Jakie-pie? I thought you said Mrs. D was your sex slave? Doesn't she understand that makes you a free man to do as you pleases? And with whom you please?"

"No, I guess not," laughed Jake. I could feel tears welling in my eyes. If I could have seen him, I would have drilled holes in him with my eyes. "My dear flat chested floozy sex slave, you're listening to the new mistress of the house. She will be her quite often, I expect, and you will, of course, obey her instructions whenever she us here."

He paused. I assume to let this sink in.

"Nigel, you can now remove your shorts from her head." He did so. I knew what was coming but even so it was shocking. They were both laying in my bed, naked as the day there were born. I have to admit, Tracey was a looker and she looked good in the nude. She had gorgeous, voluptuous breasts. I could certainly see why Jake was attracted to her. But this was all for later. I also now saw that the thing in my mouth was also a long, rather thick penis dildo. Humiliation spread through my body.

"And to show your subjugation to Tracey, you're going to make her cum with that penis of yours." I looked at him in horror.

"God, I wish I could see that, but I have to get to the club."

"Don't worry, Nigel, Helen will sort that out. Won't you Helen?" They just clapped as I had to slowly nod my agreement. "Actually, it's good for you to be here. Not only can you see it, you can film it. That will give our little harlot here an incentive to do a good job, speedily. You're okay with that, aren't you Tracey?"

"Oh absolutely," she cooed. She gave her cunt a bit of a rub.

Nigel led me over to her open legs. I looked at Jake as pathetically as I could. He only smiled at me. I looked at Tracey's body. I was absolutely horrified at what I was being made to do. Worrying, if not terrifying, thoughts about what this meant for work should have been flooding my brain. Right now though, I was consumed by her bare pussy and large boobs. I had never seen a woman with no pubic hair. I had certainly never seen a woman laying on my bed, legs wide open, bare pussy for all to see (or appreciate) and luscious round mounds on her chest.

Without urging, I moved over and kneeled as best I could on the bed with my hands still behind my back. I bent over and slowly moved the penis into her waiting pussy lips. I moved it up and down her slit. Encouraging moans only encouraged me more. It was awkward and I'm sure I looked a real idiot but it was great fun. I could feel my body getting excited. I then moved the penis into her love canal. Her moans started to follow the rhythm of my pumping. Talk about self-stimulation. I was sure my vagina was getting just as excited as hers. I then move out so I could gently put pressure on her clit. The slightest swirl on my part amplified into a pleasant approval on her part.

I was sure she would soon explode. Instead of ending my humiliation, I pulled out and moved to her breasts. I could see the penis was wet with her juices. I used its tip to play with her nipples. Again, deep moans of pleasure as I moved from nipple to nipple. I then used it to caress one breast entirely and then the other. Her moans made me want to suck her nipples. It was supremely frustrating I couldn't do this. So I went back to gently caressing her nipples with the end of the penis.

Every now and then I caught Jake and Nigel in the corner of my eyes. Nigel was once again naked and both had raging hard-ons. It gave me great pleasure that I could turn them on like that. That provided even more encouragement for me to make love to Tracey's body.

Eventually, I moved up so I could look her in the eyes. I tried to ask what she wanted most with my eyes and moans. She must have gotten the idea.

"Get back down to my cunt, you slut of mine, and bring me off with that penis of yours."

I gladly obeyed. Down I went and in went the penis. I pushed against her clitoris and slowly stirred the penis in her. As her moans increased so did the excitement in my own vagina. Her scream told me that I had trigger her orgasm as ordered. I then felt warm, slimy cum hitting my back and hair. Nigel and Jake must be wanking themselves over me. That triggered a shattering orgasm in me. I could feel liquid squirting out of me as my muscles went wild. What a way to start a Sunday morning - or was it afternoon by now. I didn't care. I was overjoyed with making them all so overjoyed!

To be continued....