Chapter Ten

Where had all these clothes come from? Sally, Karen and my daughter Julie were now teen dominatrix's! (Is that the plural?) Not quite true, because Karen was only twelve...but who's counting? Black leather costumes strapped with buckles at the back, but shaped under their breasts and stopping above their neat little....think about something else.....! The red straps certainly made the whole outfit look....no! I can't cope with this. And boots? Red leather boots. With heels!

But I had to cope with it! I had been allowed a shower and breakfast and I had tried to convince them that a) there was no way I was going to cum as many times today as I had yesterday and the day before and b) we couldn't go on with this. I got it a bit wrong, thinking about it, because they took a) as a challenge and the fact that I had said it before b) rather implied that I meant that we couldn't go on with this beyond today. Which wasn't what I meant at all. I don't think.

So there I was again. Not only was I not in control - I had no control over what was happening at all. Thinking about it afterwards, would it be considered that I had allowed myself to be tied up yet again? I don't think so really. If I had tried to stop it there and then, could I have been physically kept in the disused gym by three, sorry, now four little girls? Or was I really enjoying it all too much? What choices does a helpless man have?

Anyway, I was tied up again, so that rather dictated how much choice I had! This time, a board had been hooked into the wallbars and I was on it. It was at a steep angle, so it was like I was standing, but not quite. My feet were on the floor, either side of the foot wide board, with a rope between them, under the board. The straps with rings in them were still round my ankles from this morning's ....let's not talk about this morning.... so it had taken seconds to do that and my wrist straps were tied to the bars above my head. The board was padded, so the position was far from uncomfortable. A sort of cushion was under my buttocks, thrusting me forwards rather obscenely, I thought. (Thoughts like that would keep intruding!)

The soft ball gag was back in place and I was saying nothing!

"We watched your video where the girl keeps bringing the guy close to an orgasm and then stops over and over again until eventually he cums loads without her even touching him. Its called, "Tease and Denial," isn't it?"

"Julie! You couldn't!" The dvd was fascinating. I knew instantly the one she meant. It was a favourite to watch, but to be on the receiving end? To begin with it lasted well over an hour. The girl had the guy held to a ladder with rope and cling film. And when he eventually came, she mercilessly wanked him for another twenty minutes while he screamed for her to stop - until his tortured prick spurted again. I prayed that they hadn't seen it all.

I was naked, of course, and it seemed like the first time for days that I didn't have a raging hard-on. That didn't last.

In front of me stood three beautiful girls, dressed to thrill. The whips worried me. But they were not for me.

Sally went off to fetch her sister. When they came back, any hope of disguising my "enthusiasm" disappeared instantly.

It has always been about faces with me. They can have the best bodies in the world, but if the face isn't right, it doesn't work for me. A little eight year old with big green eyes, a cheeky grin, masses of red curly hair and a body with just the slightest hint of where the curves were going to develop would have been enough on its own. But....she was in school uniform! The works. The girls had got it right yet again! A little grey pleated skirt. White short socks and black patent shoes. A short sleeved front buttoning shirt and an impertinently knotted striped tie. And a gag! A ring gag!

Part of me leaped to attention. The only part of me that was free to move at all.

And they had written a script. Again! Nothing left to chance.

Julie and Karen stood in front of me and lifted their whips. I was about to finch when they dropped to their knees, looked up into my eyes and leaned forwards. Tease and denial, eh? I would be cumming in a few seconds if they weren't careful. Oh but they were careful. Two tongues stretched from wet lips and curled and sucked one ball each into their warm soft mouths whilst my huge cock fought for space between two teen faces. If they had kept still, it would have been ok. But they didn't. They chewed! And in front of me, a pretty little schoolgirl was having her wrists tied to a rope from the ceiling so that she could be lifted and stretched with her feet just clear of the ground. She was grinning straight at me and her drool was beginning to leave little damp patches on that pristine white shirt exactly where I was trying not to imagine her nipples to be! I was never going to be able to have a fantasy ever again. These young, innocent little girls weren't leaving me any fantasies to have!

And then it got rough! I felt the girls stop sucking and stand either side of me. Close either side of me. I felt the leather against my body. And their lips on my cheeks. I felt their hands brush against my prick. So lightly. Sometimes the shaft, sometimes the tip, sometimes an unexpected prod into my balls. And I was lost. I knew it when the lights went down and left little Kim hanging in that spotlight. I couldn't look anywhere else. And the music. That ice skating music ...what is it ? Katchachurian, or something. A steady insistant rhythm that built relentlessly. And Sally whipped her own little sister. How could that possibly turn me on? Oh but it did. I'm sorry. But it did.

First she pulled down the little white pants from beneath the skirt. Then she stood to one side and used the whip - not hard, but precisely - to make Kim swing, the skirt flick up and little, barely audible gasps whispered above the music.

"Is that what you wanted us to do?" breathed Julie in my ear. It was just as well that I couldn't answer.

Sally caught her sister's legs to stop the swinging and reached up to slide the knot of the tie down and pull it off. Then she undid all the buttons on the shirt and left it gaping. Karen knelt down again and licked the head of my throbbing penis and I just knew it had started to drip onto her tongue.

The glimpses of those erect tiny nipples on that almost flat chest as the whip started the swings and the quick intakes of breath again, meant that, if Karen hadn't stopped teasing me with the tip of her tongue when she did, I wouldn't have just been dripping onto it.

And they knew not to touch me at all when Julie went and pulled off the socks and the skirt and tore the shirt away and I saw the most perfect, naked little body for the first time, hanging by the wrists in front of me. Smiling broadly and dribbling loads. That was it! The ring gag was to make her dribble!

And I had been right about the Baby Lotion this morning. That smooth, flawless skin began to glisten in the spotlight as Julie began to rub it into every exposed inch and unexposed orifice. Kim is eight! You can't be watching this! No. You can't stop watching this!

And then I was left to Julie. Daughter Julie. Who now knew me better than I knew myself, it seemed. She touched me. She slid lotion covered fingers over my body. She kissed me. She licked me. She did everything imaginable to keep my cum boiling on the verge of an explosion...except making it explode. And she carefully failed to get in the way of me watching what was happening just a few feet in front of me.

Sally, who was thirteen, and Karen, who was twelve, were whipping Kim, who was eight. Properly. The sound of the leather on the lotion-slippery flesh proved they were whipping Kim properly. Kim's little stretched body was swinging from one leather cord to the other and the little gasps had become little shrieks. The rhythm of the music was getting faster and the whipping was getting rougher. Yet these big green round eyes never left mine. And I noticed something else in my superhuman effort not to cum. Three spare hands seemed to have slid between their owners lovely legs. Karen, Sally and Julie were coming close to giving themselves the orgasms they were trying to deny me! That they had all taught themselves to become closet sadists had been well and truly proven yesterday.

But the whipping didn't stop. Sally and Karen were in danger of losing control and so was I. And they lost the rhythm. As the music reached its climax, so did they. The two whips snaked round Kim's little chest from each side simultaneously, and for the first time, I noticed the little metal tips glued to the end of the leather. If they didn't bite into both tiny erect nipples at precisely the same moment, then there was only a millisecond in it! And the most ear-splitting scream fought its way through the gag to echo at twice the volume of the symphony orchestra and I now know that simultaneous orgasms are possible. I was watching them. Definitely two, possibly three and four would not come as a surprise. (Do eight year old girls have orgasms? - Stop bloody thinking about it!)

Chapter Eleven

But not quite an orgasm for me. I don't know why. It was closer than I have ever known without actually cuming. But I didn't. Perhaps because I came too many times yesterday. Perhaps because no one had any hands spare at that moment to touch me. Or perhaps it was guilt. Anyway, Kim was left hanging for a couple more minutes, whilst the other three recovered, before being lowered down and untied. She lay on the floor very still for a while and worried the shit out of me.

Then she bounced up, took off her ring gag. bounced over to me and giggled.

"My turn!"

Putting her hands on my shoulders she pulled herself slowly up my body. Although the lotion had dried a bit by now, there was still enough slipperyness for the sensation to be, well, sensational. Literally! Trapping my prick and balls between us, her little nipples were hard as they worked their way up. In twenty seconds or so, she had plastered her little body to mine and was kissing my ear. The leather strap holding my gag in place was a bit in the way, but she licked and nibbled at those bits of my face she could get to and gently slithered about on me, until my penis was acting as a sort of peg, between her pussy lips, holding her up. Oh God!

Have you ever had a nubile little eight year old girl nibble your face. No? Neither had I! And she licked. She licked her lips until there was a lot of drool, and then tried to push her tongue into my mouth, between my lips and the rubber ball gag. I am running out of words to describe how it felt. Just stop reading and picture it for a minute.

Yep. That's what it felt like.

And I was huge and she wasn't keeping still!

And then the other little ...girls, started tying her to me! Again! Her wrists to mine. Her arms to mine. Her ankles to my knees. Soft bondage rope snaking around us, tied skilfully in place. As Sally put a wide leather strap between me and the board, brought the buckle to the middle of Kim's back and slid the end through, I had a momentary thought about, "Tease and Denial." "Tease I had no argument with.

The belt was fastened. Tight.

And then it all stopped. Kim was very still. The music had become very faint and soothing and I couldn't see where Sally, Karen and Julie had moved to (bearing in mind, Kim's tongue was now imperceptibly licking my eyelids!)

I jumped a bit, though, when someone's long, cool fingers began to wank me with a touch that you would hardly call gentle. Only half a dozen strokes. And then nothing. Kim began licking my nose. My prick twitched. Then again. Someone was making a fist, with me inside it ... and tugging. And it worked. All the gently, soft seduction had brought me close more than once. But the contrast of a hefty jerking-off was designed to show me who was really in control here! And every time she let go, I could picture what was happening down there. As I sprang back from the grasp, it was between the legs of a little eight year old nymphomaniac masochist!

Each time, I was so close. But not quite cumming. I was sure the pre-cum must be flooding out and at least twice I had got as far as the moment when I was sure I would be shooting gallons. But whoever it was, was very, very good.

I knew it was my daughter. All that time, I had hidden my sex life and my fantasies from her in the fond, mistaken belief that she was the poor, innocent, naïve member of the family. Is this what they call role reversal?

And when it came to the sixth or seventh time (believe me, I was not in a fit state to count) those fingers learned a new trick. Instead of tugging me, they twisted me gently upward and I knew that the head of my penis was about to go somewhere it shouldn't. Not for the first time this weekend.

I tried to say no. But I couldn't. (Take that any way you want!)

She was eight, for God's sake.

I had already been inside my daughter, my daughters friends, my daughter's friend's nose and now.......my daughter's friends eight year old sister. (Have you noticed my apparent obsession with the fact that she was only eight? So have I!)

I can't describe the next bit slowly and at length, because I have now got a raging erection and an approaching orgasm just remembering it!

The fingers pushed me in. I felt a bit less guilty, knowing that Mike must have been there already.

Then she whispered, "I haven't even let my Dad do that!"

I felt guilty!

But the fingers pushed me in anyway and everywhere was very wet and slippery and tight. God it was tight! And then everything was still. Again. Why did they keep giving me time to think. I didn't want to think!

I was balls deep into an eight year old girl! (Well at least this one wasn't my daughter! - What am I saying?)

And I was sweating. And huge, And close. And too aware of those bullet hard nipples against me. And that wet mouth. And those big green eyes. And that tight, tight.....

I screamed. You can scream with a gag in your mouth. I know, because I screamed.

Apparently Julie was first. She had seen the video! (A word of advice, don't whatever you do, let your children see your porn collection. They learn very quickly and remember too much.)

"Teacher Trouble, by Ballbustingworld," it was called.

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It was ten years ago when I wrote the first three parts of this story. A lot has happened since then. let me know in the review section if you think I should write more.