She came to, face down on a bed, feeling vaguely uncomfortable and definitely a little dizzy. The room was darkened, and swimming to consciousness she had ignored the urgent sounds drifting through her ears.
Now, opening her eyes she peered through the dim, looking for the source of those sounds. At first what she saw didn't make any sense to her eyes. Reaching to a bedside table, she turned on the light and gasped at what it revealed.
A man , in a leather chest harness and pants to his knees, powerfully built and dark skinned, was pounding his cock into another man's ass. The other man was taking it but not without protest. He was straining out little grunts and muffled screams around a ball gag, strapped to an exotic looking bench .
It held him bent forward at near perfect height for the taller mans hips to get maximum push. His hands were cuffed to the forward legs of the bench, and his ankles back and further out, to the splayed legs of the bench.
In the split second of the lamps revelation, she noticed the bound man was of a smaller build, light skin tone, and sandy blond, a near perfect opposite to the taller man's dark muscular body. Both were covered in sweat and the sight of it all made her pussy twitch involuntarily.
"Hey baby how are you feeling?" the dominator asked.
"I'm... not sure." she replied, realizing while that was true, she did know she was very wet,a little sore at both bottom and head and terribly confused feeling.
"Hang on a minute honey, I'm almost done with this sissy slut."
If anything, tall and dark redoubled his efforts, now slapping his balls audibly off the other man's ass, eliciting further painful grunts from the submissive. Now interspersed with those pain sounds were other sounds of pleasure. Somehow the smaller man was enjoying this brutal subjugation.
Intensely aroused now, and very curious, she leaned forward on the bed to get a better view. She almost gasped again. Hanging just below the edge of the bench was the smaller mans dick, caged in a small wire structure, strapped and secured somehow to his balls.
A steady flow of what looked like pre-cum was flowing from the caged cock. Feeling her pussy twitch again she began humping the pillow between her legs, enjoying the delicious feel of the soft material on her sore and swollen crotch.
Noting her obvious signs of arousal, tall and dark made a "tsk tsk" noise.
"Can't have the cock slave enjoying himself TOO much can we? " he asked with a leer.
Pausing for a moment, he lowered a blindfold already strapped to the mans head, so that he couldn't see her pleasuring herself on the bed in front of the bench.
"Go ahead baby, make all the noise you want, he isn't fit to see you cum but your voice will torture him enough." and with that he started again, slower now but just as deep, fucking him to the hilt.
She was still confused but overwhelmingly horny. Her clit was throbbing uselessly into the pillow, her flesh was nearly goose pimpled in her need. Moaning slightly at the touch, she lightly ran a finger up her entire slit, gingerly at first fearing burning pain.
To her pleasure, it merely felt slightly bruised, very sensitive and it reminded her somehow of being recently fucked , but she didn't remember having sex.
Without thought, her other hand crept up to her face, there putting her pinkie to her mouth in an unaware gesture of oral fixation. Continuing her self exploration, she moaned a little more and arched her back, hitting a particularly sensitive area of her pussy. It was so slick it felt as if she had already cum.
Feeling a small lance of pain, her fingers encountered a bruise at her temple, just into the hairline. It was tender and throbbing with her pulse.
"When did I hit my head..." she struggled out, biting off gasps, and searching for of all things, a name.
"I don't know babe, I was banging you pretty hard from behind a few minutes ago , maybe you hit it on the headboard?" tall and dark said, sounding heavily distracted.
Looking over he noticed the bruise peeking out from her hair and stopped fucking the smaller man immediately.
"Oh hey! You want some ice for that?" Without waiting for a response, he dashed from the room.
Feeling dizzier than before, she stopped touching herself and laid back across the heavily rumpled bed. She could hear running water from the adjoining bathroom, and the subsiding moans and heavy breathing of the restrained man on the bench.
Moments later, tall and dark returned carrying a bowl of water, cloths and a bucket of ice.
"I stopped to clean up a little , sorry, here put this on your head." A handful of ice cubes wrapped in a wet cloth was handed to her. "Thank you.. I, oh my god.." She said, the ice bitterly cold to her skin, nearing ice cream headache proportions. "For the life of me I cant remember your name!"
"Seriously? " he chuckled, " I'm Dominic, YOU know!"
"No for real! In fact, I can't remember MY name either! Or his!" she said , indicating the man on the bench, now straining at his bonds.
"Oh my god you must have hit your head a lot harder than i thought." Dominic said.
He looked thoughtful and concerned now, the earlier sex rush fading from his face.
"I better get the slave packed off for now, you're too ill to continue this." He leaped up and briskly wheeled the bench out of the room, rolling unseen down the hall. She could hear fading sounds of the bench being wheeled further from the room, some clunking, banging, and finally what sounded like the thump of a house door closing firmly.
"OK I've sent him off for now." Dominic said on returning to the room.
"Whats my name?" she asked, feeling it very important that she know who she was, feeling lost.
" Your name is.. Delilah." He said , grinning now." I usually just call you Del, you sure you don't remember your name?"
"No, that doesn't even sound familiar, in fact I don't remember anything before waking up to see you, uh, um..." She faded off, unsure how to put into words her waking images.
" Oh wow , you're really out of it this time huh?" He wore an exaggerated look of resignation, as if he'd been through this a million times.
" Might as well get the boring bits out of the way, " he says, and launches into an explanation of her current condition and how she came to this situation.
"We've been together for seven years, not married, we don't have any children, but we do have a close circle of friends we play with. " On hearing this she could almost hear the quotation marks around the word "play".
"Over the last three years, you and I have been playing at bondage and submission games, gradually escalating and involving our playmates. A few weekends a year when we can get away from work, we invite a guest or guests over for a special no holds barred weekend of fun, sex , domination and whatever else catches our fancy, pursuing pleasure as we see fit with the willing co operation of the freakiest people we can find. Its been a long held fantasy of yours to see two men together in a dom-sub atmosphere, to watch and to play with either. You originally wanted me to sub but we found through play I'm much better at dominating, and for the last couple months you soak your jeans at the mere mention of me topping another man. "
While most of this was a surprise to Delilah, it wasn't terribly shocking. She'd been incredibly aroused at the sight of Dom fucking the other man. Mentally reviewing what she'd seen so far, her pussy gave another twitch that almost curled her toes.
"But what about this?" she pointed to her head, " and who the hell was he?" pointing to the door.
"Ah that , " Dom sighs, " Several years ago we had a bad car accident. You almost died and they ended up putting a metal plate in your head to replace lost bits of skull. You didn't have amnesia then, but ever since it seems like the slightest bump to the head gives you amnesia like symptoms. Relax baby, everything's normal and you'll have your full memory back in a couple days at most. Please I hope you are feeling better and want to continue our fantasy weekend."
She couldn't resist the note of pleading in his voice. She did feel a little better, especially having an explanation of what was happening to her and why. Other than still feeling a little dizzy, she was still incredibly aroused, and what the hell, her head didn't hurt that bad.
"This is all so strange, but who was that other guy?"
"Oh yeah, hes uh, sissy slut, or sex slave, or cock hound, whatever demeaning name you want to call him. Part of the fun is you don't actually know him, his name, or really anything about him, other than the fact I've gotten his permission for us to use him how we see fit." Dom grinned at this, a twinkle in his eye conveying they already had been using him, and would again soon.
Delilah grinned, she could see why she was with Dom, his well muscled body, that incredible smile and the devilish look in his eyes.
"You know that did make me really hot, and you , you're so , um, hot yourself, I feel like I barely know you yet, " she faltered, almost stammering to say the next part, " I don't actually remember you fucking me, and I feel ripped off, how about a rematch?" she finished.
Dominic grinned even wider. "With pleasure!" he exclaimed, peeling off his leather pants and diving on top of her.
He entered her with the practised ease of a lover, stretching her pussy around him to a near perfect fit, a balance of pleasure barely keeping ahead of the pain. He quickly gathered steam and within moments they were both moaning their delight to each other, he holding her legs up to his shoulders, her straining to stay open to him and loving every stroke of his cock.
Their earlier sex lubricated this round, making for frictionless fucking and pushing some cum out on every flex of their bodies. She came quickly, and almost begged to stop. Her pulsing pussy gripped his cock hard and got an extra loud groan from him. His dick swelled , hitting her g spot just right and making her orgasm stretch into another. A rolling wave of pleasure had her gasping for air, urging him to cum. He didn't hold out long, with a muted cry he pulled out suddenly and coated her lower belly and thighs in thick cum, some hitting directly on her clit almost making her shout.
Collapsing with a laugh beside her, he threw a leg over hers and wrapped an arm behind her head. She was just as spent, and fell asleep in his arms.
Waking again wondering who she was and where she was, it was a few moments before the previous nights events caught up with her. Delilah looked around the room at noon light streaming through the blinds. There was a rumpled spot where Dom had been sleeping but now vacant.
She could hear his voice in another room, sounding like he was on the phone. She stumbled from the bed and found the next room to be well equipped with a shower, toilet and vanity.
