Colleen 

 You take my hand and lead me across the large, dimly-lit, unfamiliar apartment into an even darker room.  I can barely distinguish the outlines of a brass bed in the corner.  You push a switch and the room fills with a soft, warm light.  We walk toward the bed.  I take off my over-sized black T-shirt, and I am naked underneath except for the gold chain around my neck.

  You gently push me onto the bed, tie a silk scarf around my left wrist, and tie the scarf to the bed-post.  You move over me on the bed and tie up my right wrist.  You kiss me gently on the lips and stroke my hair for a while.  Then you move down and tie my ankles to the two posts at the foot of the bed.  I am filled with a strange mixture of feelings:  expectancy, helplessness, tension, fear, and surging, overflowing desire.  I turn my head toward the wall, close my eyes, and lightly bite my lower lip.

  I tie your right ankle to a bed post. The silk scarf gently brushes against your silky flesh. And I can feel uncontrollable desire rising within me. I then tie your left ankle. I bend down and softly kiss your foot. Inside the arch at first, then I let my tongue slide between your toes. Back and forth.  You begin to strain against the scarves. A gasp. I move upward along your leg, dropping kisses as I go along. It's an interminable journey that ends up where your wonderful, smooth... But not yet. I lick your clitoris once, ever so furtively.  And move on.

  Your breasts. Firm, perfect half-spheres. Your nipples. Very, very hard. I gently kiss one, then the other. I lean on you, pin you down as you lie naked, defenseless, spread-eagled. I suck on your nipple. You turn toward me. Then toward the wall. Then back. A giggle. A sigh. A gasp. I suck, lick, kiss, then ... lightly ... bite just once. You shriek. But your wet lips and misty eyes tell me you want me, just as much as I want you. I start licking you. Just one long, long lick. From your nipple ... to your arm pit ... along your arm ... the palm of your hand (You're in mine. I love it.) ... I suck your fingers one by one. You tug and strain. The old brass bed won't let go. You smell of desire.

  I am made of desire. It is as if everything else has disappeared. I want you, I keep wanting more of you. I keep wanting more of everything you do, but you move on. You leave me up there, on the edge of a scream. I want to hold on to you, to guide your hands, your mouth, but I am helpless. I strain against the scarves, and thrust my hips forward. You pin me back down. I feel your finger between my labia, gently stroking while your mouth slides up my belly. You kiss my breasts, and give my left nipple another gentle bite. I want to scream but you won't let me do even that. You cover my mouth with your lips. My scream becomes a long, helpless moan.

  I slide my tongue into your mouth, our tongues meet for a moment, then you pull away from my lips. I beg you with my eyes. "Please don't," I whisper, "please, I want to kiss you." But you won't listen. I close my eyes again. Your finger is joined by your thumb. You stroke my vulva rhythmically, giving my clit an occasional gentle squeeze.  I begin to move my hips to your rhythm... I am ready to explode.  Then, suddenly, you are gone. I open my eyes and search for you among the shadows.  You are leaning against the farther wall, your arms crossed, watching me with a not-so-gentle smile on your lips. I writhe madly. I can't bear the helplessness anymore. I beg you with all my might to come back to me. But to no avail.

  I leave you to your misery and go to the kitchen. I come back with an ice cube and show it to you. Your eyes show you know what is to come. I hold the ice cube with the tip of my fingers, just above your smoth, velvety pussy. As it melts slowly, I watch a drop form underneath, then before it can drip I run the ice cube over the puffy outer lips of your pussy, this causes you to try to pull away but you cannot. I slowely run the cube up and down your slit, carefull not to go to deep yet. I feel you shake both from the cold and from excitement as I hold the ice cube to your clit. Your pussy is getting all wet, part from the melting cube but mostly from the juices that are flowing from within you. The cold has made the blood flow to your clit making it stand up hard and red. You moan as I move the cube around the swollen shaft. I remove the cube just before you cum. This has made me very very hard and I sit across your stomach with my cock pointed toward your head. I pull my balls back and down causing my cock to stand out even harder. I move up and put the tip of my cock at your lips and slowely slide it into your mouth. I feel you try to take as much of me into your mouth as you can.
 

  I hold your head and slide in and out of your mouth. I peek at your outstretched body. Very, very naked. Very, very taut. Your wrists fastened to the bedposts, your hands in helpless fists. Your ankles tied to the bedposts, stretching the scarves. Your hips imperceptibly arching, heaving, your bare pussy swollen and beckoning. I catch you looking at me. This will not do. I reach for another scarf and gently blindfold you. You want to protest, but with me in your mouth, you can only moan. I continue to thrust in and out. Your tongue... your tongue... How do you do that..? I am losing control. Shall I come? Not yet. I slow down. You want to keep moving, but I don't let you.

  The time is approaching. I slide out of you and move back, all the way to the edge of the bed. I stare at you. Your mouth half open, wet, glistening. Your chest heaving up and down. Your hips trying so desperately to move... and so unsuccessfully. I caress your legs, brush against your pussy (you are so wet!), cup your breasts (they are so hard!). You moan. The time is here. I love you. I want you. Now.

  I squirm and writhe desperately while I try to figure out what is to happen to me next You have moved away, I can't see you. I cannot take this anymore.  I want you inside me. Now. You pull off my blindfold. You are on top of me once again. Our lips meet. I have an uncontrollable urge to wrap myself around you...my arms around your neck, my legs around your waist... But I can't. I writhe and press my pelvis against you, instead. You slide inside me in one smooth easy thrust. For a moment, I feel myself forced open...you are so hard and so thick... We continue to kiss passionately as you thrust inside me. Your rhythm quickens. I feel a wet warmth start up around my pelvis and slowly envelope my whole body. I feel like a stretched bow, ready to snap. You raise yourself on your hands, thrusting deeper and harder.  I can feel the tension building up inside you, your eyes closed, your head thrown back.

  A scream escapes my mouth with the first convulsion, and is muffled as you gently press your hand over my mouth. I hang there for a few seconds, in sheer torment, unable to move as my instincts urge me to, and then the rest of the orgasm comes, so violently that I can feel tears running down my eyes. You tense up, let out a long moan as you come. I respond to every move you make inside me with yet another convulsion. How long does it take? I really don't know but by the end, I am almost unconscious. You lower your body over mine, breathless. We stay like that for a while, again, I have no idea how long.  Then, you get up and untie me. As I curl up in your arms, in a swoon, I am already more than half way into planning my revenge.
 

  It is Saturday evening and we have just finished a fabulous meal.  You have prepared a feast fit for kings and the romantic candle-lit dinner has left us both in the mood for a little after-dinner fun.  "Come on.", I say, "Let's go play."  You give me your coy, little-girl smile.  "Yes Sir.", you say.  You follow me meekly into the bedroom.  You aren't sure quite what to expect as I have made each evening an experience of the unexpected.  I have arranged our room with soft lights, and arranged the bed so that you can fall right onto it.  Very, very tenderly I start to remove your clothing, kissing each part of you as it comes into view.  First your blouse drops to the floor and you feel my hot breath as I kiss your neck and shoulders. You moan softly as I give you a gentle bite.  I am standing behind you and you lean back against me as I reach around to undo the front clasp on your bra.  The lacy covering slides down your arms and falls to join the silk blouse.  You stretch your hands up behind your head and you hold yourself there to expose your breasts fully to me.  You know that I love seeing you in this position better than any other.  My hands move softly across your smooth skin, stroking it and moving in ever smaller circles toward your already hard nipples.  You secretly hope that I'll pinch them but I do not. Instead, they feel the same soft gentle caressing that the rest of you receives.  My hands move lower now, stroking your belly and you close your eyes to better experience the feeling as my fingers undo the clasp to your skirt.  It falls away from you revealing your pale blue silk panties.  They are one of your favorite pairs and you know that they look great on you. You feel me turning and you turn also, still with your hands up behind your head.  "Open your eyes.", I whisper.  You look to see us reflected in the full length mirror in our bedroom.  Your long lanky body is stretched out as though attached to me.  Your breasts are flattened against your chest and are topped with your long brown nipples which are already getting hard. You see me slowly sink to my knees behind you and start to slide your panties down your legs.  Your shaven pussy and its long slit is slowly revealed.  You step out of your panties, now completely naked before me. My hands guide you to the bed lying you down on your front and making sure that you are comfortable.  You surrender your body totally to me.  You feel my large strong hands touch your feet.  They are drenched in warm oil. "Mmmmm.", you say.  Starting at your toes, I slowly move all the way up your legs to your bottom.  Over and over I rub your legs until all the knots are out.  This is totally unexpected but wonderful.  From your legs, I move up and start massaging your bottom.  The feeling is glorious.  You feel my fingers dig deep into the tissue releasing all the tension you have bottled up in your body.  Now my hands massage your back in long, strong strokes from the small of your back all the way to your neck. You allow your body to relax like a rag doll and the hot-oil massage begins to sink in.  By the time I am done with your back, you are almost asleep. You offer no resistance when I turn you over to begin on your front.  I start with your temples and move down your face.  You have never had it so good.  The massage continues down your body, firmly massaging your arms and fingers and then moving back up to your chest.  The hot oil is softly worked into your breasts and nipples and then lower down to your belly and finally you feel your legs being spread apart to receive the last of the massage and oil on the lips of your pussy.  The whole process has taken perhaps a couple of minutes.
 

You are totally relaxed and more than a little turned on.  You open your eyes and stretch your hands out to me.  "Come here.", you say in a husky voice.  I shake my head, smiling.  I hold up several silk scarves.  "Can I use these on you I ask.  You look up into my eyes while a shiver runs through your belly.  "O.K.", you whisper.  My hands are very gentle as they tie your wrists to the head of the bed.  One scarf becomes a gag and your mouth opens wide to offer yourself submissively to it.  Now that you are truly helpless, you feel your pussy starting to get very wet. You are totally relaxed, but the anticipation of what may happen next is very exciting.  I sit down beside you and begin playing with your slippery nipples.  I drip more hot oil on them and begin rubbing it in.  You feel my fingers pinching the nipples only to have them escape by slipping though my fingers.  You close your eyes, enjoying the constant stimulation.  All of a sudden you hear the doorbell ring.  The loud sound has you start and your body tries to get up before it remembers that it is attached to the bed. "Shhhhh", I say softly.  "Relax.  I'll be back in a minute."  I leave the room with you still tied to the bed and helplessly gagged.  I seem to be gone a long time before I return.  When I walk into the room, you are a little relieved and then you see that I am followed by your friends; Bill and Marge!  You pull frantically at your bonds trying to get up. Bill and Marge have never seen you in anything else but your Sunday best.  Bill is grinning wildly at your exposed body and Marge looks a little shocked.  It is obvious from your position exactly what is happening here.  Because of the gag you can't even speak to them.  Marge is standing at the end of the bed and is trembling a little as she looks at you carefully.  'Perhaps she is wondering what it would be like for her?', you think to yourself.  I am sitting down beside you again and you close your eyes in embarrassment. "She loves being dominated.", you hear me say and despite yourself, you feel your face blush red.  "I have had her dominated by both men and women. I gave her a massage a little while ago before I tied her up.  I think her body looks
tremendous when it's covered in oil.  Her nipples are my favorite. Do you see how hard they are.  Look at this, she loves them to be pinched very hard."  You feel my fingers at your nipples pulling them hard away from your body.  You are unable to contain a moan at the sensation.  Your eyes open to see Marge and Bill looking at you closely.  You notice that Marge is breathing heavily and looks a little flushed herself.  Marge says, "I think we should go."  "Please don't.", I say, "She's actually turned on by your being here.  Maybe you could do something for her.  Could you put these on her nipples?"  Marge looks at the nipple clamps with her eyes wide apart.  "What are those?", she says in wonder.

"They're called nipple clips.", I say.  Marge takes them in her hand to examine them.  "Don't they hurt?", she asks.  "Sure, a little.", I say, "but she really likes them.  Marge looks at you questioningly.  "Do you really?", she asks in a small voice.  You nod your head.  She moves slowly over to the side of the bed and I move aside.  She sits down beside you and takes one of the clips in one hand.  Her fingers are shaking as they pull one of your nipples up and away from your breast to attach the clip to it. Your eyes close and you moan at the sensation.  You feel the other nipple being pulled and pinched as Marge attaches the other clip to it.  You have never been so embarrassed as right now. You feel Marge standing up and you open your eyes to see both Marge and Bill looking at your body.  "Look Honey.", says Bill, her pussy's completely shaved!  You feel my hands gently opening your legs and you try to keep them closed.  "Bill", I say, "would you please tie her other knee like this one?" Between the two of us your knees are now tied wide apart thus exposing your embarrassingly wet pussy lips.  My fingers pull your tender pussy lips wide apart to further expose you to your friends.  "One of the things she enjoys best", I say, "is to be punished.  Take a look at some of these pictures."  You see me take out our private album and show the pictures of you being spanked just like a little girl.  The album contains graphics pictures of you and despite the already exposing position you are now in, you find yourself embarrassed again.  Bill is standing just behind Marge as they look through the album together.  You can see that Marge is turned on by the photographs and you see Bills hands reach around her to play with her breasts.  She leans back against him and allows him to undo her blouse and slip his hands in to hold her firm breasts.  They stop at one picture in particular. "I'll be attaching her like that in a few minutes." I say, "I figure that I'll give her a good spanking until her bottom is pink and then I'll use her vibrator on her until she comes while hanging there.  Do you like using a vibrator Marge?"  Marge looks down submissively as she whispers yes. Your vibrator is on the table beside you.  You see me pick it up and hand it to Marge.  Her blouse is now completely open and Bill completes the job by removing it from her shoulders to reveal her trim breasts topped with tiny pink nipples.  "Here Marge", I say, "play with her with it.  Just don't let her come yet."  Marge turns on the toy and begins touching your hot, oiled body with the humming instrument. She starts at the inside of your bound knees and works her way upward. Soon you are straining to be touched directly on your pussy but Marge won't allow it.  She touches you all over, first your belly, next your breasts, then the nipple clips and finally back to your upper thighs but it is a long time before you feel the vibrator right on your clit.  She can't leave it there long because it will only take a moment for you to come and she won't allow it.  It seems like an eternity for you as your body writhes in its bonds seeking relief.  Finally she stops, you open your eyes to see that everyone's clothes are now on the floor and Bill is sporting an erection that is, to say the least, impressive. Bill and I untie you and reattach you standing with your hands tied to the ceiling.  Your legs are attached wide apart to leave you completely accessible to us.  Marge stands in front of you and presses her body against your own slippery one.  Bill stands behind her and reaches around to remove your nipple clips.  He takes first one then the other and places them on Marge. She gasps as she feels the pleasure-
pain of the clamps for the first time ever.  Marge stands behind you now.

You feel Marge's hand rubbing your bottom and feeling the heat rising from it. One then two of her fingers slide into your dripping pussy to wet themselves and then they move further behind you to lubricate your tight bottom.  You reach up on your toes and moan behind the silk gag as her fingers go particularly deep.  Bill is standing in front of you and you feel the tip of his massive hard-on nudging against your pussy.  Marge slides her fingers deep into your body and you move forward naturally, thus impaling yourself on Bill's cock.  Marge controls the rhythm now as her fingers slide in and out of your rear pushing you harder and harder onto Bill's cock.  You know you are close to coming but it is not to be allowed yet.  Marge removes her fingers and they are quickly replaced by my cock. Now you are filled as never before.  Bill's large organ fills your pussy completely while my cock fills your bottom.  You close your eyes, savoring the sensation.  You hear the hum of the
vibrator again and it touches your sensitive breasts just as Bill and I start sliding in and out of you.  You feel me press against your well-spanked bottom and you are even more turned on by the feeling.  You open your eyes to look right into Marge's.  You open your mouths and your tongues touch in a sensitive kiss that connects you all together.  Bill and I start thrusting in a perfect rhythm.  He pulls out as I push in then visa versa.  Your body feels like its turning inside out.  You feel my body tighten in the beginning of my orgasm.  The feeling is too much for you and you feel both your pussy and ass tighten on Bill and I as your orgasm starts from the depths of your belly and flows outward.  You cry out hard against the gag, letting yourself scream really for the first time in your life as we all begin coming together.  Even Marge, with two fingers deep in her pussy moans as her orgasm mingles with yours.  It is perhaps the most exquisite sensation you have ever encountered.