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Sometimes a Flat Tire Is a Good Thing


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Story codes: MMF-FF-MM+/F-BD-MILD SM

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.




Have you ever noticed that the longer you have been horny, the
nastier your fantasies tend to be? And the more apt you are to do
something stupid? I have always had some pretty wild fantasies.
The idea of being dominated by some big strong guy really turns
me on. And the idea of being forced to do things that I would
never do of my own free will, I masturbate to those fantasies
just about everyday. 

For instance, I have never had sex with more than one man at a
time. But the idea of being ordered by a man to entertain his
friends really excites me. The idea of being exposed in public,
not just a glimpse of thigh mind you, but exposed, to any number
of strangers, that turns me on.

Those are the sort of fantasies that I have, and if I haven't
been laid in a while, the desire to be controlled like that can
be almost overwhelming.

I am a thirty-two year old, reasonably attractive, natural
redhead. I have been divorced for three years now. Since I don't
know you I can admit that it was mostly my fault, but not
entirely. It takes a lot of patience to put up with most men; you
have to give me that.

The last couple of years of our marriage we were fighting too
much to have a regular sex life. After the divorce I didn't want
anything to do with men for a while. 

But then I started getting horny. I have always loved sex. I
don't know that I would say that I was promiscuous. I had sex for
the first time when I was fifteen. I only had three steady
boyfriends in high school, and two more in the two years that I
went to college. And I never slept with anyone that I wasn't
going steady with. 

I quit college when I got married and at first I didn't work
outside of the home. I was a full time housewife, but for me that
was too boring. I was going stir crazy. I spent the entire day
waiting for my husband to get home so that I would have someone
to talk to. So I found a decent job. We didn't need the money, so
my income was just gravy. Money we could blow on vacations or
gadgets or whatever.

Luckily, as my marriage began to disintegrate, my job skills
improved and I began to advance at work. When the marriage
finally came crashing down, my ex and I divided everything up and
called it quits. But those first few years of marriage, the sex
had been great. I missed that.

I had not gone out on my first date for nearly a year after the
divorce. Now, two years later, I have dated just four men, only
one of them more than once.

I had recently gone out with a guy I had met when he stopped to
fix a flat tire for me, and we kind of hit it off. One of the
things that I liked about him was that he was, potentially, that
strong, dominant man of my fantasies. In other words, he is
something of a misogynist. 

It had been more than a year now, almost two, since I had been
intimate with anyone. And those kinky fantasies were really
starting to get to me. I had thought about going somewhere to get
picked up and just have some casual sex. It was tempting, but I
knew that I wouldn't be satisfied.

I had gone out with Kyle twice now. He was something of a mystery
man. He had told me almost nothing about himself. I didn't know
what he did for a living. I knew that he drove a Mercedes and
wore a Rolex. But I couldn't swear that he was single, or that he
actually worked for a living. Or even that he was straight. On
our first two dates he had been the perfect gentleman. 

Tonight would be our third date. We were going out to dinner and
then to a club. He was picking me up in half and hour, but as
instructed, I was wearing nothing but my robe. He was bringing my
outfit for the evening with him. I was looking forward to finding
out what he wanted to see me in.

Kyle arrived ten minutes early and I let him in. I felt kind of
strange, being dressed in only a short, thin robe. I was nearly
naked. He was such an overpowering presence that when I let him
in I really felt vulnerable. I was not surprised when I realized
that I found that vulnerability exciting.

He kissed me on the forehead and handed me the small box that my
dress was in. I smiled at him and told him that I would be right
out. Then I hurried to my bedroom and opened the box. There was a
note on top of the tissue paper inside. 

The note instructed me to wear the items in the box, and except
for my shoes, only the items in the box. 

I reached inside and found a beautiful little black silk dress.
It was trimmed with lace. In fact, it looked almost like a slip.
The box also contained a pair of lace trimmed, thigh high, black
stocking. There were no other undergarments!

I held the dress up and looked in the mirror. I don't believe
that I had ever worn a dress this short before. It occurred to me
to wonder if Kyle could read minds. Did he know about my dark
fantasies? Had he somehow been able to tell from the things I
said and the things I did that I had a dark side, an unexplored
dark side? That was a scary thought.

I pulled the hose on and then slipped the dress down over my head
and let it fall down over my hips. It was very beautiful, and
very sexy. But did he really intend for me to wear this without
underwear?

I put my shoes on and turned around in front of the mirror. I
certainly looked hot. And everything appeared to be covered, but
just barely. My nipples were obvious to even a casual glance.

I checked my hair and makeup again and went back out to the
living room. 

Kyle stood up when I came in. The look on his face said it all.
He loved it.

"Kyle," I asked. "Are you sure about this? Did you really intend
for me to go out like this?"

"Gail, you are absolutely beautiful!" he exclaimed. "Please, turn
around."

I turned slowly, very aware of his eyes on my body. I was also
aware that I felt very sexy, and I was pretty sure that Kyle was
going to get lucky tonight.

I smiled and shrugged and grabbed for my purse. 

Fifteen minutes later we were entering an exclusive and very
expensive restaurant and Kyle was greeted by the staff by name! I
was impressed; most people couldn't even get into this place
without waiting for weeks.

We were shown to a quiet booth and enjoyed a long, quiet,
romantic dinner. We talked quietly, but I continued to notice
that Kyle avoided any direct questions about himself very
artfully. I sometimes didn't even notice that he hadn't answered
my questions. 

I, on the other hand, seemed to be answering all sorts of
questions about myself. I seemed to talk freely about my past, my
present, even some very intimate details about my life that I
would not normally share on a third date, if at all. I knew I was
saying more than I should, but I didn't seem to be able to stop
myself. I was not normally this forthcoming. Maybe it was that
delicious wine.

After one of the best meals that I had ever eaten, and I am sure
it was also one of the most expensive, we left for the club. I
had never heard of the club he was taking me to. Something
called, "Secrets" somewhere down near the waterfront. 

Kyle pulled up and parked and we got out. There were no lights
anywhere to indicate a place of business. Kyle took my arm and
escorted me across the packed parking lot and I noticed that all
of the cars were new, or nearly new, and very expensive. There
was even a separate section where a group of stretch limos were
parked. 

This was definitely piquing my interest. No lights, no sound, and
a club that I had never heard of. 

As we walked, Kyle spoke quietly. "This is a very exclusive club,
with a very exclusive clientele. I suspect that you are going to
see things in here that you have only imagined. But I think that
I know you well enough to know that you have imagined them."

I looked at him, but what could I say to a strange statement like
that?

We approached a heavy, metal door and as we approached the door
suddenly opened. A handsome man in a tuxedo said, "Mr. Wells, I'm
so glad you could come this evening." 

Then he raised a finger and a woman came out of nowhere to escort
us to our table. A totally nude woman! Well, not totally nude,
she was wearing a thick, tight, leather collar that looked very
uncomfortable. I wasn't expecting that. She was young and
beautiful and never once spoke or looked us in the eye.

Kyle took my arm and we followed the girl with the cute ass to a
booth in the darkened main room. There was quiet music playing
and if you listened closely you could hear the murmur of hushed
conversations coming from other booths around the large room. But
the booths were all situated so that, except when you walked by
them, you could not see into any other booth but your own.

The ceiling was black and the walls were black velvet and there
was almost no light in the booths. There was only enough light so
that you could see to walk to your booth.

We slid into the booth and the young naked woman left us, without
ever having said a word.  I would have asked Kyle what kind of
place this was, what the hell was going on, but I didn't even
know what to say. I had never been anywhere like a strip club or
a topless bar or anything like that before. For some reason, I
found the sight of a naked woman escorting us to our table
exciting. I even found myself wondering what it would be like to
escort fully dressed strangers around all evening while wearing
nothing more than a leather collar.

I looked around, trying to figure out what was going on here and
I realized after a while that Kyle was watching me.

I smiled up at him and said, "Yes?"

He said, "I was just wondering what your reaction would be, so
far so good."

"What kind of place is this?" I finally asked.

"I would rather not spoil the surprise. Just relax and expand
your horizons," he said cryptically.

I shrugged and sat back and another naked lady appeared with a
tray. She put two drinks down on the table, along with a
selection of exotic cheeses. 

Neither of us had ordered anything. I was curious about what I
had been served. Kyle and I had not been given the same drink. I
took a sip of mine and I had no idea what it was, but it was the
most delicious drink that I had ever tasted!"

"What is this?!" I asked. 

He smiled for the first time since we had left my apartment. "It
is a house specialty. Its ingredients are a closely guarded
secret."

"What are you drinking?" I asked.

"I don't know," he answered.

I saw several lights come on and shine on a black velvet curtain.
The curtain began to move and for the first time I realized that
there was a stage there. The curtain opened up and I saw a large,
circular bed covered in black velvet.

There were other things on the stage, but I couldn't identify
them yet.

Two women approached the stage, both nude. The first was leading
the second with a leash attached to her collar. The second
woman's wrists were fastened with large, leather wrist cuffs held
together by a short length of chain. 

The first woman looked very stately and self assured, something
that must be hard to pull off when you are naked and wearing a
dog collar.

The second woman looked nervous; her eyes never left the floor. 

I glanced at Kyle and he was watching me carefully. I smiled
nervously and gulped down my drink quickly.

As soon as the empty glass touched the table a nude woman brought
me another. I smiled at her and tried to thank her, but she never
looked up and never spoke.

As the waitress, I guess she would still be called a waitress,
moved silently back into the shadows I looked back at the stage.
The first woman was securing the second woman's wrists to a cable
hanging down from the ceiling. 

Then she dropped to her knees and attached cuffs to her ankles,
securing her legs to loose chains that held them spread what
looked to be uncomfortably far apart. I had now seen four naked
women in this club, and, except for the hair on their heads, not
one of them had a hair anywhere on her body, at least not as far
as I could tell.

The woman on stage had finished securing her companion to the
restraints and she stepped away and stood against the curtain at
the back of the stage. She reached up and touched something and I
watched in amazement as the girl in the chains was slowly lifted
up by her arms. Her feet were about six inches off of the stage
and held widely separated by the ankle cuffs. 

Her arms were straight over her head and she was lifted until she
was pulled taught by her restraints. She didn't look up, or cry
out, or make any sound as far as I could tell.

I looked at Kyle again, but he was still watching me. I had to
stop for a minute and decide how I felt about what I was
witnessing. Although, to be honest, I didn't know yet what I was
witnessing. 

I realized that no deep soul searching was required. I didn't
know what was happening, but I was excited. I was feeling a
definite itch between my thighs.

Kyle reached over and I thought he was putting his arm around my
waist. But instead he said quietly, "Lift up."

I did, without even thinking about it. As soon as my butt was off
of the leather seat he pulled my skirt up to my waist.

I cannot imagine allowing anyone else, ever, at anytime in my
life to do that to me, to order me to allow him to pull my dress
up, exposing me in public. But he wasn't done yet. As soon as I
had sat back down he pulled the dress up and took it off of me.
And I didn't resist at all. 

Kyle sat the dress on the bench beside him and then he pulled me
closer. I was feeling very warm all over. My whole body was
tingling and I seemed to be totally without inhibitions. I knew I
was horny, but this was totally out of character.

He let his gaze wander over my body and instead of feeling self
conscious or embarrassed, I felt, god, I don't know. I guess I
felt owned. I had surrendered to Kyle. I didn't understand it,
but I was enjoying it. 

I took another big sip of my drink and as soon as I put it down
another arrived. I took a sip and looked back at the girl on the
stage. 

It was fascinating, the way she just hung there in total
surrender. No crying or screaming or begging. Just hanging there
like a decoration. I wasn't wearing a watch, and I didn't really
have an impression of time passing. Perhaps it was the drinks
that were distorting time. Or maybe it was the excitement.

When a large, handsome, man who appeared to be in his early
thirties walked out onto the stage I looked up and then I glanced
at Kyle. When I looked back the well dressed man was walking
around the girl slowly, looking at her closely, touching her. She
didn't seem to react at all.

I could see them speaking, briefly. But I had no idea what they
had said. Or maybe he was talking to her. I didn't really see her
say anything.

After several minutes spent exploring her body, the man turned
towards the other woman, who still stood at the back of the stage
and held out his hand. She hurried forward and handed the man on
stage what looked like a stick. 

He walked around her again, now tracing her body with the black
stick in his hand. I saw the man move suddenly and I heard an
incredibly loud crack as he whipped the young woman right across
her tightly stretched breasts. 

She screamed in pain, and then was quiet again. Still not begging
or crying. The man started walking around her, hitting very hard,
over and over, in a different place each time. On her breasts,
her ass, her stomach, her thighs, her back. Just everywhere! And
each time he struck her she cried out in pain. But as far as I
could tell, she never asked to be released. 

I was noticing the strangest thing as I watched what was taking
place on stage. Well, I noticed two things, actually. I noticed
that for the first time, Kyle touched me. He placed his hand on
my thigh and the heat from it was unbelievable. 

Do you remember when you were a virgin, and you were touched for
the first time by someone of the opposite sex? It was the most
exciting thing in the world, that first touch. It takes your
breath away. 

The touch of Kyle's hand on my thigh had that same effect on me.
I was so turned on that my breathing was strained.

The other thing that I had noticed was that, as I watched that
man punish that poor little girl with that riding crop, or
whatever it was, I had been nearing an orgasm, without even being
touched! 

So when Kyle's hand touched my thigh, that was all that it took.
That made two firsts for me, being naked in a public place. I had
never been naked outside of my apartment, and seldom outside of
my bathroom. 

And an orgasm in a public place, and the only thing he was
touching was my thigh, my thigh and my mind.

I could see the bright red stripes beginning to appear on the
girl's flesh as she was beaten. I could see tears rolling down
her cheeks and dropping onto her pert young breasts. But still
she was quiet, except for her scream when she was struck. 

I would have been screaming steadily to be released, fighting
those cuffs, anything to get out of that beating. But she was
taking it. Then I noticed something else. Her nipples were hard.
I also noticed the gleam of moisture on her thighs. She was
turned on! She was being beaten, rather severely, and it excited
her!

The man finally stopped hitting her. I would swear that she was
disappointed! He walked around her, running his fingers over
body, touching the red marks that decorated her flesh. He nodded
to the other woman and she lowered the poor young woman until her
feet once more touched the floor.

Then she came forward and unfastened the ankle restraints, and
finally the wrist restraints. 

The girl who had been whipped almost fell to the floor but the
other woman supported her and led her a few feet to the black
velvet covered bed. She got onto the bed and, her wrist cuffs
were removed. 

She was helped up onto her hands and knees and then the woman who
had been helping her stood back and the man who had beaten the
girl turned toward the audience and nodded.

I watched in shock as, two or three at a time, men started coming
out of the audience and having sex with the girl on the bed.
Usually two at a time, but once she was taken by three men. 

While they were using her like that, the other woman dropped to
her knees in front of the man who had done the whipping, pulled
out his very large cock, and sucked it, right there in front of
everyone.

I suppose I should have been...., I don't know, upset, offended,
even insulted that Kyle would think that this kind of show would
appeal to me. The problem is, I was so hot right now that if he
had pulled me up on that stage and tossed me onto that bed to get
fucked by the other guests, I would have gone gladly. 

Kyle said, "That young woman who was just whipped, the one taking
on all of those men right now, that's her husband watching. The
woman sucking his cock is an employee of the club."

I gulped my drink down and of course another appeared magically.
But I was distracted just then when Kyle slid his hand up about
an inch and his little finger was rubbing against my very wet
slit.

He toyed with me for a moment and then he said, "I am so glad
that you enjoyed the show. I thought that you would. Do you have
your shoes on?"

I was just a bit confused by the last question. I nodded and he
said, "Good."

Then he grabbed my dress and pulled me out of the booth and I
walked out, past all of those booths, all of those men, in the
nude. And I was so excited that my legs were weak.

At the door the man who had welcomed us, or welcomed Kyle rather,
said, "Good evening Mr. Wells. We hope you will return soon. It's
always a pleasure sir."

Kyle smiled at him and said, "Yes Raymond, it is indeed, always a
pleasure. Please give our waitress a little extra tip this
evening, she did an excellent job."

Raymond smiled and said, "Yes sir." Then he held the door and I
stepped outside in only my shoes. 

Once outside Kyle put his arm around my shoulder and we slowly
crossed that large parking lot. At the car, Kyle held my door for
me and I started to get in but then stopped and said, "I think I
need something to sit on. I don't want to ruin your leather
seats."

He smiled and said, "Don't worry about it. It's only a seat."

I sat down and he went around and got in. Before he started the
car he pulled me close and kissed me for the first time. It was a
great kiss too, strong, insistent, not tentative at all. 

I sat back and as the car pulled away I asked, "Did you put
something in my drink?"

He chuckled and said, "I don't know what is in the drinks they
serve in there. They won't say. But they aren't drugged. And
although you had several drinks with your dinner tonight, that
was all that you had to drink tonight. That club does not serve
alcohol.

I looked at him, trying to decide if he was serious. Those
wonderful drinks that I had been gulping down in the club, I was
sure that I could feel the effects of them. 

That meant that I had let Kyle take me to a kinky sex show,
undress me in public, and walk me through a parking lot before
driving me home, still naked. And I was sober. Either this guy
was very, very good, or I was very, very horny, or both.

As I was riding quietly beside him, his hand came to rest on my
upper thigh again. His finger rested lightly against the lips of
my pussy and it felt very good. I was still worried about his
leather upholstery though. I was sure I was going to leave a damp
spot behind when I got out.

I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes and lightly ran my
fingers over the back of Kyle's hand. As I relaxed I remembered
that girl tonight, being hung from a cable and whipped in front
of a large audience and then taken by any man in the audience who
cared to.

I wondered what that would be like. I wondered if Kyle would want
me to do that. I wondered if I could. It was exciting to
contemplate, in the abstract. I do not enjoy pain, and have never
had any desire to be treated that way. Still, it had been very
exciting to watch.

Kyle pulled into an underground parking garage. We were still
downtown. The garage was under a tall, modern building that was
right on the waterfront. He parked and we got out. He was still
carrying my purse and my dress.

He took my arm and led me to the elevator. It wasn't that late,
not even ten PM yet. There were people coming and going. A couple
of cars drove past us as we walked to the elevator. We stood
waiting and when the doors open another couple was just coming
out. The look of shock on their faces when they saw me standing
there naked was priceless.

I had dreamed of something like this, but how had Kyle known? And
what else did he know, or suspect, about me?

The elevator stopped at the lobby, one floor up, and two middle
aged men got on. One of them spoke to Kyle, they obviously knew
each other. The other stared at me. But no one said anything. How
can you step into a public elevator with a naked woman and not
say anything?!

The two men got off on separate floors and then the elevator went
all the way to the top floor. We got out in a small, but
beautiful, alcove, all done in marble and glass and crossed to
the only door. Kyle unlocked the door and we stepped into the
most beautiful condominium I had ever seen. 

The foyer was in marble that matched the alcove outside. From
there we stepped into a huge living room, two sides of which were
all glass. I looked out and saw the water below and the lights of
the city all around. The view was breathtaking. 

While I stood there, staring at the city around me, Kyle walked
up behind me and put his arms around me and kissed my shoulders.
He held me tight and said, "It is a shame that you can't stay
naked forever. You are beautiful."

I certainly felt beautiful right now. I thought about all the
people that had seen me naked this evening and shivered in
excitement.

Kyle picked me up and carried me down a wide hallway to his
bedroom. It was nearly as large as the living room. And like the
living room, two of the walls were glass.

He place me in the middle of his huge bed and I didn't resist
when he used fur lined wrist cuffs to restrain my arms. He put a
silk scarf around my head, blindfolding me. Then he stepped back
and I was alone on the bed. 

I waited impatiently for something to happen. For him to touch
me, taste me, do something, anything. But I wasn't even sure if
he was still in the room. I heard and felt nothing. 

After several minutes I tentatively called his name, but there
was no response. Now I was really confused. Hell, even being
struck by one of those ugly riding crops would have been better
than being ignored!

I have no idea how much time passed before I started hearing
sounds. I heard music coming from the living room. Then I heard
the sound of someone coming in from the living room, footsteps.
But it wasn't Kyle. Or at least it wasn't just Kyle.

Sometimes I heard noises of people all around me. Not talking,
but I could tell that they were standing there, looking down at
my naked body. I heard the sound of breathing; I heard ice
clinking in glasses. 

For some reason, I wasn't mad, and I wasn't scared. I was
excited. It must have been an hour before the first person sat on
the bed beside me and touched me. There were others in the room
at the time. I could hear them. 

I felt the bed shift beside me, and then the light touch of a
soft hand caressing my body. I was sure that it was another
woman. I could smell perfume in the air. It's funny, I am not
normally that aware of scents in the air around me. Being
blindfolded changes that.

The woman that was on the bed with me was moving her fingers
lightly over my body, caressing my breasts, teasing my nipples,
then moving down over my stomach and down my thigh, before
circling back to tease the lips of my pussy. 

Her touch was wonderful, and the idea that the room was full of
people watching it was so exciting. But the idea of being tied
and blindfolded is what really set me free. Now I was not
responsible for anything that happened, I could not say no, so I
would not feel guilt.

The bed shifted again and I felt her lips touch mine, and I felt
her naked breasts on my own. She kissed me lightly and I returned
her kiss eagerly. She stretched out beside me and I felt her
soft, warm body next to mine. Her hand was still teasing my pussy
and her lips were exploring the parts of my face that were not
covered by the silk scarf. 

I was rapidly losing control. My breathing was becoming rapid and
shallow and my hips were lifting to meet the fingers that refused
to enter my hungry pussy. My nipples were so hard that they
almost hurt!

Before long the woman began to kiss my neck, then my shoulders.
When her lips reached my breasts I heard an urgent sound, much
like a sob, and then I realized it came from me!

I had never been intimate with a woman. But I felt no reluctance.
It was the most wonderful thing, her soft skin grazed my own and
everywhere she touched me I was on fire.

She kissed her way down my stomach and finally she lay between my
legs and kissed the most sensitive part of my body. Her fingers
now moved lightly over my stomach and my thighs and I felt her
breath on my pussy and then her lips, and finally, at long last,
her tongue. I had been moaning softly for a long time now. But
when her tongue entered me at last I cried out in ecstasy. 

I knew that people were watching. I didn't know how many. I was
sure that Kyle was. I wasn't paying attention to them now, but
always in the back of my mind I knew that there was an audience,
and in the back of my mind I was aware that they were watching my
reactions, and that was driving me crazy with lust. 

I wanted my arms back now. I wanted to hold someone, or to take
my breasts in my hands and squeeze them and pinch my own nipples.
I needed that, but being helpless, being unable to do anything
but submit, was somehow even better.

I started having one of the most amazing orgasms of my life,
almost as soon as this woman's tongue entered me. I actually
screamed! I never do that. My orgasms are always pleasant, but
quiet. Never like this, this earth shaking, mind blowing, total
surrender of myself to another person. I pulled desperately at my
chains and my body thrashed uncontrollably and I heard the most
unbelievable, animalistic sounds coming from my throat. 

I started to come down, eventually, from the most mind shattering
orgasm of my life. But she didn't stop. Her tongue still explored
my throbbing pussy and I felt the bed move as two more people
joined us. I felt lips touch mine. A man's this time. He kissed
me urgently, passionately, and I kissed him back, just as
passionately.

I felt another set of lips on my breast. Another man was kissing
my breast, nibbling lightly at my nipple, and still the woman's
tongue worked expertly on my pussy. It was not long before I was
cumming again, just as explosively as the first time, if not more
so. And I screamed uncontrollably. I had never felt like this
before. The sex that I had had before, the orgasms that other men
had given me, they weren't even practice for what I was
experiencing now!

I came and came again instantly, but it was all one long orgasmic
experience. And, just for a second, I was sad. What if I could
never feel like this again? That would be a tragedy.

But that doubt passed quickly. Kyle wouldn't let that happen to
me.

The woman between my thighs finally stopped and she and the men
stood up. I was not alone for long though. I heard the sounds of
people undressing and then it began. One after another, one
anonymous man after another took me. They were every kind of man,
every kind of lover, hard and fast, soft and gentle, long and fat
cocks and just average. And I came with nearly every man that
fucked me. I never even thought to count, but there were many. 

After every man, or sometimes every other man if one was
particularly anxious and couldn't wait, a naked woman moved
between my thighs and cleaned me with her mouth. It was exciting,
and soothing, and by the time she had finished I was more than
ready for the next man to take me.

It went on, and was exciting, long after my pussy started getting
sore. I never wanted it to stop. And through it all I heard
people standing around watching, staring at me, as I lay there,
naked, being gang fucked like a common trollop. And god how I
loved it!

When it finally was over I wasn't aware of it at first. I just
realized that I wasn't being fucked anymore, or kissed, or
licked. My breasts and my nipples weren't being squeezed or
pulled. The room was quiet now and I was alone.

Then I felt the restraints being removed from my wrists and the
scarf gently taken from around my eyes. I opened my eyes and
smiled at the woman who was releasing me. It was the woman who
had been whipped at the club last night.

She smiled back and I whispered, "Thank you."

She said, "I believe that it was your pleasure."

I took a deep breath and suddenly realized that the sun was up!
The city was plainly visible through the two glass walls. I had
been fucked all night long!

I sat up and the woman helped me to my feet and supported me as I
went to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and I saw that the
large tub was already full of hot, steaming water and a mountain
of fragrant bubbles.

When I had finished on the toilet she helped me into the water
and joined me. She gently washed my tired, sore body and spoke
softly, telling me how exciting I was, what a wonderful show I
had put on. 

I thought back to the show in the club last night, the whipping
she had taken. I wanted to ask her about that, how she could have
taken so much pain, but I found it hard to talk. I was too
relaxed. Talking would have ruined it.

I lay back and rested in the hot water, and my mind flashed back
to her beautiful body as she had helped me to the bathroom. I
realized that there was not a mark on it now. I had thought that
she must surely be bruised for days. She certainly seemed none
the worse for wear.

I nearly fell asleep in the tub, despite her soft touch, her
fingers moving lightly over my body. When she saw that I was
about to succumb, she kissed me and let the water drain from the
tub. Then she helped me out and guided me to a huge, walk in
shower. It was large enough for a dozen people! She turned on the
water and we rinsed off. Then we dried off using the softest
towels that I had ever touched.

She led me back to the bed and turned down the covers. She laid
me down gently and then she touched a button and the windows all
went dark, instantly! Nothing moved when she did it, there was no
noise; the windows went from clear and sunny, to dark, like
magic!

She stretched out beside me and held me and said, "Let's get a
little rest. I'm exhausted."

Just before I fell asleep I had a sudden thought and I asked her,
"Was Kyle one of those men tonight? Did he take me?"

She laughed quietly and said, "He was several of those men
tonight."

"How many were there?" I asked.

She was quiet for a moment, and then she said, "I'm not sure."

I had to assume that meant that it was more than a few. They had,
after all, lasted for seven or eight hours of non-stop sex. 

When I awoke, hours later, I was alone in the bed. I got up and
went to the bathroom. I found a new toothbrush set out for me and
brushed my teeth. I found no robe and no sign of my dress from
the night before. I suppose, after last night, it would be silly
to worry about clothing now.

I went out into the living room and then I found Kyle out on the
patio. He was drinking coffee with the woman from the night
before and her husband. Everyone was still naked, so I felt
better about my own nudity.

Kyle smiled at me and I was finally introduced to Dean and his
wife, Sandra. Sandra came over and hugged me and led me over to
the empty seat beside Kyle. She went into the house and came back
with a cup of coffee for me.

It was a beautiful, warm sunny day and the sun felt good on my
skin. There something about being naked in the middle of the
city, even in a private roof top garden that is kind of
exciting.

I looked at Kyle, who was watching me, and apparently happy with
what he saw. I smiled and said, "Thank you for the most exciting
evening of my life."

He said, "So far."

"So far," I agreed. 

I listened to the conversation and learned that Kyle and Dean
were brothers, and business partners. I thought that I could now
rule out any idea of Kyle not being straight. I glanced
discretely at his lap and I was impressed. Not gay, and very well
endowed. The big question now was, is he married. He was about
thirty-five, tall and handsome, muscular, intelligent, and best
of all, dominant, or maybe, best of all, kinky. But how could a
man this wonderful not be married?

Sandra stood up and said that she was going to go make some
sandwiches, a light brunch. I went in to help. As we worked I
pumped her for anything she would tell me about Kyle. 

She wouldn't say much. She did say that he had been married. His
wife had died of cancer nearly five years ago. Since then, Kyle
had been living the life of a monk. 

Dean had finally set him up with a woman several months ago, but
they had only gone out once. Kyle had not been interested in
anyone until he met me when he stopped to change my tire on the
side of the road.

I finally couldn't resist. I had to ask her about that whipping.
"That show last night," I said quietly. "How could you stand
that? It looked horrible. I mean, it was exciting to watch, and I
don't know why, but it looked incredibly painful!"

She smiled at me and said, "I must have cum three or four times
before those men from the audience even got to me. It was just
and extension of what happened to you last night. It is
submission, surrender. It is something that I am afraid that you
have to experience to understand. I could never explain."

"Do you do that often?" I asked.

She laughed lightly and said, "Goodness no! Two or three times a
year. But we go to the club two or three times a month. And every
time I watch some other woman up there I get just the slightest
twinge of jealousy. But it isn't always a show like that. They do
other shows, some of them are much worse than that."

"Like what?" I asked. I couldn't imagine what worse could be.

She looked at me and hesitated. Then she said, "Maybe you should
ask Kyle."

"Does Kyle like me?" I asked.

She came over to where I was putting together the BLT sandwiches
and hugged me and said, "For the first time since his wife died
he seems like his old self. I think he likes you a lot."

I carried the sandwiches back out to the patio and we ate
quietly. I couldn't get over how peaceful it was here, right in
the heart of the city.

I kept looking at Kyle, and every time I looked he was watching
me. It was as if he was evaluating me. I was starting to get
nervous. After we ate Sandra and I cleared off the table. Then
Dean and Kyle came in and Dean and Sandra got dressed and went
home. Sandra hugged me on the way out and said, "I'm looking
forward to seeing you again."

Kyle closed the door behind them and put his arm around my
shoulder and we went back out to the patio. I sat down and he
asked me if I wanted a drink. I had ice water; that's what I
drink most of the time. So I smiled and thanked him and he sat
down next to me.

We looked into each other's eye for a moment and he said, "Will
you marry me?"

For a moment I couldn't speak. I was certainly not expecting
that!

"You don't even know me!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, I do. I don't know everything about you. But I know the
things I want to know. We don't have to do it right away, but
soon. I have been looking for someone like you for a long time.
Do you have any idea how rare a woman like you is?"

"You mean a redhead or a single woman at the age of thirty-two?"
I asked.

Kyle responded, "You are beautiful, intelligent, self reliant,
sexual, and not afraid. Not many women would have done the things
you did last night, and enjoyed them. I enjoy being with you, I
have been looking for you for years."

"Was you wife a submissive?" I asked.

He nodded, and then he said, "Yes, we were married when we were
both young and nave. But as we got older and started to
experiment, we found that we both enjoyed the same games. When
she died, I didn't even look for another woman to replace her. At
first I didn't want anyone else, but later, I didn't think there
was anyone else. I went out on one date in five years, only
because I couldn't get out of it."

"But something clicked when I stopped to help you fix your tire.
I don't know what it is, but I knew you were the woman I was
looking for, as corny as that sounds."

"You enjoyed what happened last night. There will be more nights
like that, and worse, or better, depending on your point of view.
If you marry me, you will only have to do one thing for me. You
will have to do everything I tell you, without question. I may
order you to undress in the middle of a shopping mall. Or I may
order you to walk up to a strange man and beg him to let you suck
his cock. Or I might take you to the club and hang you up and
whip you with a quirt and then let anyone in the audience who
cares to, fuck you."

"In return, I will love you, and take care of you. You will be
hurt sometimes, but you will never be harmed. If it is any
consolation, you will also be filthy rich."

I looked at him for a minute, and I found that I desperately
wanted to say yes, even though I knew how preposterous that was.
I finally said, "You don't think I would marry you for your money
do you?"

He smiled and said, "No, in fact, I know that you wouldn't. You
have too much pride, and you are too self reliant."

"I want to say yes," I said. "But we are going to have to be
engaged for a while first. You don't even know if I snore. I have
slept with my future sister-in-law, but not you. Aside from sex,
kinky sex, I don't have the slightest idea what things you like
and don't like. I don't know what you like to eat, or drink. You
are a very quiet person, and I have learned very little about you
on our three dates. Well, except that you seem to be the man of
my dreams, my wet dreams. I don't even know which of the men that
fucked me last night you were!"

"Would you like to know?" he asked.

"Yeah, kind of," I responded.

He opened a hidden door in the end table and pushed a button and
a huge TV screen came down out of the ceiling. He pushed some
more buttons and the TV came on and then I saw myself chained to
the bed and blindfolded. Sandra was just approaching the bed. I
watched in awe as the events of last night were replayed, nearly
life size on that huge HDTV screen. It was like watching it
through a window! And it was nearly as exciting as when it had
been taking place.

Kyle pulled me over beside him and put his arm around me and
rested a hand lightly on my breast. 

I reached down and put my hand over the thick tube of meat that
was twitching in his lap. It was fully erect in no time and I ran
my hand over it gently as I watched the movie. My first porn
movie! I mean the first one I ever starred in.

It was very erotic, at first. The beginning, with Sandra making
love to me, that was hotter than hell. Later, when I was taken,
all night long, by a long stream of anonymous men, that was
exciting at first. But eventually there was a sameness about it
that got old after a while.

I noticed that the first man to take me had been Kyle. But it
wasn't a rape. I could see the emotion in his face. He really
cared! This was truly strange, but wonderful. I saw him take me
once more, late in the long parade of men that used my body last
night. 

I turned to him and asked, "Do you know how many there were?"

"Is it important?" he responded.

"No," I answered. "It isn't important. I was curious. I have
never been gang fucked before. It seemed like a lot of men. I
might even be proud if I knew the number."

He laughed quietly and said, "Yes, you are the woman I have been
looking for. I will wait for you to decide."

Things moved rapidly after that. I moved in with him right away.
I sold my furniture and sublet the apartment. I thought about
keeping my job, just in case it didn't work out. But I knew it
was going to work out. I gave my boss two weeks notice. He
offered me a raise to stay, but since I could afford to buy the
company now, the money wasn't important.

We had a disagreement about getting rid of my old Miata, until he
presented me with the keys to a new Mercedes SL65 AMG. It was
months before I found out that the car cost just under $200,000!

Life was truly wonderful. Kyle was kind and considerate and
loving. He was still quiet, but that was just Kyle. The business
that he and Dean had built was at a point that it pretty much ran
itself now. Kyle had been heavily involved after his wife died.
But now he was taking a lot of time off and we were spending it
together. We traveled and spent long afternoons browsing through
used book stores, a favorite pastime for both of us. 

And the sex was beyond belief. Sometimes we made love and he was
very good at it. And I did feel loved when he made love to me.
But sometimes it was the other kind. And I actually think I liked
that more. But either way, the sex was better with him than it
ever been with anyone in my life. 

It was the surprises that kept me excited though. Like the time
we went to dinner and after we ate, Kyle ordered me to open my
blouse and offer to blow the waiter for a tip. And I did, in the
alley behind the restaurant, with Kyle and two other waiters
watching. And after I swallowed the waiter's cum I walked to the
front of the restaurant and waited with Kyle while the valet
brought our car around. Kyle was holding my blouse the whole
time!

Then there was the time that we went out with Dean and Sandra. We
had a great dinner and then Kyle drove us to a sleazy strip club
outside of town. We went in and ordered drinks and watched a
couple of old, lazy strippers. They really gave stripping a bad
name. There were a couple of dozen men in the place and they
weren't even watching.

Kyle went over to the bar and then disappeared for a few minutes.
When he came back he had an old fat man with him. The fat man
turned out to be the manager. He looked at us and then nodded to
Kyle and walked away.

As soon as he left, Kyle sat down and smiled at me and told me
that tonight was my big debut! I was going to be a stripper!
Sandra smiled and said, "Hey, how about me?!"

Dean looked at Kyle and said, "How about a duet?"

Kyle smiled and said, "Okay, just don't get us arrested." Then he
paused for a minute and said, "Aw, what the fuck, we have some
great lawyers! Do whatever the hell you want."

I was relieved, I didn't mind doing it. I had gotten excited when
Kyle told me I was going to. But it would be more fun with my new
best friend, Sandra."

The old broad on stage danced sluggishly through one more song
and then a voice came over the loud speaker announcing that a
girl from the audience wanted to make her stage debut. I noticed
that all of the men stopped talking and turned to watch. 

Sandra and I got up and walked up the stairs at the end of the
stage and as soon as the music started we started dancing and
taking off our clothes. We weren't wearing much, so it didn't
take long. 

The guys in the audience seemed to appreciate us. They started
gathering around the stage and cheering us on. One of them held
up a dollar bill and waved me over so I danced over to the edge
of the stage and he slowly slid the bill into my very wet pussy.


I smiled at him and thanked him and then I moved back and started
dancing with Sandra again. But before long we weren't dancing
anymore. She turned me around and pulled me close and we were
still gently moving our hips in time to the music, but now we
were kissing and touching and turning each other on.

I noticed that the men in the audience had gone silent. Then I
noticed that the music changed from loud dance music, to slow
jazz. Perfect to make love to!

Sandra started to pull me to the floor, but I pulled her back up
and walked her closer to the edge of the stage. Then, right in
front of all of those men, we lay on the floor and made love to
each other. We ended up, eventually in a sixty-nine, and as we
ate each other's pussy the men ran their hands all over us. I had
numerous fingers poked up my ass, but I was so turned on that I
enjoyed it.

Sandra and I came at nearly the same time. Then she rolled off of
me and we caught our breath while the men's hands continued to
roam our bodies. Finally we stood up and took a bow and then we
grabbed our dresses and went back and sat at our table, naked.

The audience cheered and clapped thunderously. But the applause
that mattered came from our guys when we returned to our table.
They had obviously enjoyed the show.

Two weeks later we were married. It was just a quiet ceremony, a
Justice of the Peace, Dean and Sandra, and a few close friends.
There was no fan fare, and we all preferred it that way. 

There was an article in the paper about a week later to the
effect that the city's most eligible bachelor was no longer a
bachelor. It was amusing; I hadn't realized that he was being
watched by the ladies.

Two or three times a month we went to the club. Sometimes it was
just the two of us, sometimes we went with Dean and Sandra. Every
time I went there, Kyle undressed me as soon as we got to our
table. When Sandra was there she was naked too. I wondered if it
was just us. 

 I saw some really strange shit on that stage! 

One night a girl that looked far too young to be in there was
taken on stage and undressed by a man and a woman and her arms
and legs were fastened to a large cross. Dean told us that he was
certain that the girl was the couple's sixteen year old
daughter!

We watched as the couple stood back and a man came on stage and
over the next half hour or so he pierced the girl's nipples and
then her clit and finally her labia. Then she was released from
the cross and she circulated throughout the club, showing her new
jewelry to the other patrons. She stopped at our table and
smiled, though she looked tired, and embarrassed. She said, "My
parents want me to show everyone my new jewelry. Do you like
them?"

I smiled at the poor girl and asked, "Do you like them?"

"Oh yes! I have been begging for them for nearly a year!" she
exclaimed. 

"Have you been in here before?" I asked.

She looked around, guiltily, and then she said, "I'm not supposed
to tell."

Then she said goodbye and went to the next table. 

But that wasn't the weirdest thing that we saw. One night a man
brought his wife up on stage and she was placed over a bench on
all fours and her wrists and ankles were chained to the floor.
She was beaten briefly. Not with a riding crop this time, but
with a cane. It looked awful, and she really screamed. I had
trouble watching. But then it got worse.

The man that was beating her stood back and put the cane into a
rack. Then a woman, she looked like the woman that had suspended
Sandra from the cable that first night, came out from back stage
with a German shepherd. The dog was guided to the woman and
started licking her. I saw her begging the man who had beat her.
I couldn't hear the words, but it was obvious from the tone and
the look on her face that she didn't want to be there. I looked
at Kyle and he was looking down at his drink. Dean had turned to
talk to Sandra. They didn't want to watch. 

I watched. I saw the dog being led up over the woman and as soon
as he was nearly in position he started humping his hindquarters.
He was pulled closer and finally his cock hit something. The
woman cried out, then hung her head and was quiet until the dog
finished. I had never seen anything like it, and I was just a
little embarrassed, because I had thought that it was exciting to
watch. 

The dog finished with her and was led away, but the woman was
left like that. She was still there when we finally left.

Our love life was evolving. I was slowly being introduced to
pain. Not tortured, nothing I couldn't handle. It started with a
couple of light spankings. Then one night, while I was tied up
and blindfolded, Kyle put clamps on my nipples. Then he started
placing clothes pins all over my body, in all of the tender
places. Like my breasts, and under my arms, and on my labia. It
hurt like hell, but it was exciting. A couple of times it was
almost more than I could take. Surprisingly, the worst place was
under my arms. 

I thought about asking him to stop, just to see if he would. But
if he wouldn't, I didn't want to know. And I didn't want to
disappoint him.

We progressed in other ways too. I had learned to deepthroat,
with Sandra's help. We had begun to explore anal sex. The first
time was a bitch, and it wasn't my favorite thing to do, but when
it was done right it could be pretty exciting. One night, while
Dean and Sandra were there, both men took me at the same time. It
was the first time I had done that. I liked it, a lot.

It had started out shortly after Dean and Sandra came over. I was
naked of course. I was always naked at home. As soon as they came
in, Sandra undressed. Then the men did. Sometimes they were naked
at home, sometimes they weren't. But there was nothing unusual
about it.

The men asked us if we would mind putting on a show for them.
Well, we never minded doing that, and even if we weren't in the
mood, a request from either of them was not just a request.

Sandra and I moved to the middle of the floor and we started
kissing and touching and it wasn't long before we were on the
floor and making out seriously. But they decided to change the
game. Kyle stretched out on the floor beside me and told me to
straddle him and start fucking him. 

I obeyed immediately, and eagerly. But I had not been fucking him
long when he pulled me down and held me close and kissed me. As
we kissed I felt something, which turned out to be Sandra,
spreading the cheeks of my ass and kissing and licking my
asshole. 

She ate me enthusiastically for a few minutes, then there was a
pause and I felt her applying a cold, slick lubricant to my
asshole. She moved out of the way and I felt Dean, slowly pushing
his cock into my ass. It was the most incredible sensation I can
remember. Dean's cock was a little smaller than Kyle's. But with
both of them in me at the same time I felt so full, so crammed
full of cock, and I loved it!

As both men fucked me, Sandra moved up to my head and toyed with
my breasts and kissed me passionately. All three of those people
making love to me, fucking me at the same time, it was just
incredible! I had orgasm after orgasm before the men had theirs.
We finally collapsed in a heap in the middle of the rug. I was
laughing, for no apparent reason, and I couldn't control it. It
was the most exciting thing.

When we had unwrapped ourselves from each other I asked if I
could finish what I started with Sandra, she hadn't had an orgasm
yet. The men thought that was only fair. 

I told her that I would be right back and I went to the bathroom
and cleaned up. Then I came back and gave my new best friend
several nice orgasms.

They spent the night with us that night. We had gone out to
dinner and we came back for coffee on the patio. It was amazing,
sitting out there and watching the boats on the river and the
lights of the city and sipping a good cup of coffee. It was so
peaceful.

But a strange thing happened that night. While we were sipping
our coffee and talking quietly, Kyle asked me if I would do
something for him.

I replied, "Anything." And I meant it. 

He looked at me and then he said, "Wait, don't answer yet. You
don't know what it is."

"My answer won't change," I said,

Dean got up and went inside. When he came back out he was holding
one of those black leather riding crops, like the one that had
been used on Sandra that first time I had seen her, up on the
stage at the club.

I looked at it and I smiled at Kyle and asked, "Do you want to
beat me? You may."

Kyle smiled back at me and said, "No. I could never hit you. I
want Dean to hit you, and I want to watch."

I paused for a moment. I would have preferred that Kyle do it.
But I reasoned that the effect would be the same. Dean was doing
it, and I was doing it, for Kyle. 

I smiled at Dean and asked, "Where do you want me?"

Dean said, "Stand where you are, and keep your hands at your
sides. Don't move them, and try to stand still."

I looked at Sandra and she smiled and winked at me. Then I locked
eyes with Kyle and tried to calm myself and get ready.

Dean walked behind me and for a moment nothing happened. Then I
felt it, and heard it, a burning pain across my ass. I flinched,
but I didn't move. I gasped I pain, but I didn't scream. And I
kept my eyes locked on Kyle's.

Dean gave me a moment to get ready, and then he put another
stripe across my ass. It hurt like hell, but I still didn't move.
The next two cut across the backs of my thighs, and then he moved
around to the front. Now I could see it coming, and that seemed
to help. It still hurt like hell, but I wasn't startled when it
connected.

The first one was a slash across my stomach. It hurt like hell,
but I knew that the next one, or the one after that, was going to
be across my breasts. And I was truly terrified of that. 

When it came I finally screamed. It was every bit as bad as I had
thought that it would be. Then he whipped them again. And I
screamed again. But I noticed something when he paused to let me
get ready for the next one. I noticed that I was excited. I
couldn't fucking believe it! I was in agony. But I knew that if
he would just hit me a few more times, I would cum. And he did,
and I did. 

As soon as Kyle saw that I was having an orgasm he told Dean to
stop. He got up and came over and took me in his arms. I was
crying, but I was smiling.

"Are you okay," he asked.

"Yes. I didn't mind. Were you trying to see how I reacted before
you took me to the club?" I asked.

"Maybe," he said. "Would you like to do that at the club?"

I thought about it, I remembered how hot Sandra's show had been,
and I remembered what had followed.

I smiled at Kyle and said, "What I want isn't important. What you
want is."

I pulled him close and kissed him passionately and then I asked,
"What does a cunt like me have to do to get fucked around here?"

"First things first," he said. Then he took my arms from around
his neck and stepped back. 

Sandra was standing behind me and she started applying a salve to
the red marks on my body. "This will ease the pain and make the
marks disappear in no time," she said. 

It did feel good. I stood there and closed my eyes and let her
work the cream into my skin. I was moaning in pleasure in no
time. The guys watched and both of them were hard now, from the
whipping, and the creaming. So when she finished rubbing in the
cream, we got on our knees and started teasing their hard cocks
with our mouths.

But I didn't let Kyle cum in my mouth. After about five minutes I
smiled up at him and said, "You still owe me a fuck, you don't
think you are going to get off this easy do you?"

Kyle chuckled and stood up. He pulled me over to the metal
railing of the patio and as we looked out at the city lights and
the river, he took me from behind, gently, lovingly. But as he
fucked me, his body pushed against the fresh stripes on my ass,
and that excited me even more. And I looked around at all of the
building around us. I am pretty sure that no one could see us.
But I imagined that they could. That and his hands exploring my
body, well, it was all pretty exhilarating. I would have to
remember this; I would want to do it again before very long, all
of it.

It was only an hour before I noticed that the red marks on my
body had disappeared. There was still some tenderness, but not
much. 

Shortly after that we went to bed. Dean and Sandra were in the
guest room and Kyle and I cuddled up and went to sleep right
away.

I woke up early the next morning and had breakfast almost ready
by the time everyone got up. We ate on the patio, and then sipped
coffee for a while. 

The funny thing was, Sandra asked me how my bruises felt and I
had forgotten all about them. They didn't hurt at all!

That evening we went to the club, the four of us.

When we entered, Kyle spoke to the man in the tuxedo and the man
smiled and picked up a phone at his dais. A naked young woman
came out and escorted them to their tables, but I was taken into
a back room by the woman who had led Sandra on stage that first
night. I was undressed, and a stiff leather collar was placed
around my neck. Then a pair of leather cuffs was attached to my
wrists. 

When I was ready the woman smiled at me and said, "You look
lovely, are you ready?"

I took a deep breath and nodded.

She took the leash that was attached to my collar and led me
slowly through the club towards the stage. I could feel the eyes
of the audience on me as we moved through the club, and it was
exciting.

The lights over the stage were turned on as we approached and the
curtain was opened. I was led up on stage and as my cuffs were
attached to the cable the woman asked quietly if I was nervous.

I didn't smile; I thought that would ruin the mood. But I said,
"Oh, only a lot."

"This is your first time, isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes," I responded. "But I'm ready, I think."

She bent down and attached cuffs to my ankles and then she moved
to the back of the stage and I felt my arms being drawn up over
my head. But of course they just kept going. The cuffs were
heavily padded and it wasn't that bad though. When my legs were
drawn tight and spread wide apart the chain stopped moving and I
was left suspended to wait. I felt every eye on the club on me
now. 

I had a unique perspective from up on stage. I could see into
many of the dimly lit booths. There were only women present in
about a quarter of the booths. Many of the booths held just two
or three men. And they were all staring at me.

In those booths where I could see a woman, nearly all of the
women appeared to be naked. I was glad to see that it wasn't just
me.

I don't know how long I hung there. It seemed like a long time.
My wrists and my shoulders were really starting to get
uncomfortable when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I
had expected Dean, but instead, it was the beautiful, naked,
Sandra.

She stepped up and ran her hands over me as I was suspended on
stage and she spoke quietly. "I'll bet you are thinking you are
getting off easy, don't you?"

I just looked at her.

"I love you Gail, but I am going to beat your ass!" she said.

She held out her hand and the woman who had led me up on stage
came forward and handed Sandra the riding crop.

Sandra ran it over my body for a moment, and then began to tap me
lightly with it. She snapped it against my nipples and I jumped.
She smiled and said, "Now it's my turn."

She stepped back then and she pulled her arm back and the very
first blow slashed across both of my nipples. And I screamed. I
struggled with the chains briefly, though I knew it was a waist
of time. Then I relaxed and she hit me again, in the same place.


I screamed again. She moved closer and whispered, "Hurts like all
hell doesn't it. But that was the worst of it; the rest are just
love taps by comparison."

She moved back and slashed at my stomach. I jumped, and screamed
again. Then she hit me just above my pubic bone, and then several
slashes across the front of my thighs, and each time I screamed
in pain.

She moved around behind me then and started in on my ass. She hit
my ass a half dozen times, and by the time she moved down to the
backs of my thighs I was having an orgasm. I was screaming, but I
was cumming.

She didn't stop though. She tore into me with that damned riding
crop for several more long minutes. I screamed each time I was
struck, but I never asked her to stop, and I didn't cry. 

At last she smiled and stepped back.

I hung like that for several more minutes, then Sandra nodded to
the girl and the cable was slowly lowered. My legs were weak and
I started to collapse to the floor but Sandra came forward and
caught me. I leaned on her for a moment, and then the other girl
came over and unfastened my cuffs. I was led to the black velvet
covered bed and placed in the center on my hands and knees. 

I let my head hand down and tried to calm down. I knew what was
coming. I didn't know how many, but I knew that for a very long
time I would be getting fucked by perfect strangers.

And it was a very long time. Usually they came up two at a time,
but several times they got ambitious and there were three of
them. Very seldom was there only one man fucking me.

Much later, when they were finally finished and the club was
getting ready to close, Sandra came close and whispered in my
ear, "Forty-eight! Not bad. Are you tired?"

I looked at her and smiled. "Fuck yes I am tired! But I could
keep going if they could."

She laughed and helped me up. The other woman came forward and
set a towel on the bed and helped me up. She had a small washbowl
full of hot water. She explained that she was just going to clean
me up enough to get home. I was covered in cum. 

I looked at my poor abused body. My hair was full of cum. I had
swallowed about a gallon of it, but I guess a lot of guys wanted
to mark their territory. It was on my face and my chest. I could
feel it running slowly down my back. And my legs and my pubic
hair were covered with it. It was layered on my thighs like it
had been put on with a trowel. In some places the rivulets were
half an inch thick. 

My pussy was not sore, it was numb. As were my breasts which I
was sure would be bruised in the morning. My throat was sore; a
lot of the men that had fucked my face had insisted that I take
their cocks into my throat. My ass had been fucked a half a dozen
times, three times as part of a foursome, and three times someone
had fucked my ass instead of my pussy.

As the woman rinsed me off I asked what time it was. The woman
said, "I don't know, but the club closes at four AM. Everyone is
gone now. It might be four thirty."

We had arrived at a little after eight. I had been on stage for
nearly eight hours!

"Where is Kyle?" I asked.

Sandra smiled and pointed to a cluster of men. I was able to pick
out Kyle and Dean and the man in the tuxedo. There was another
man in a suit talking to them. I watched them until the men shook
hands and then Kyle and Dean walked over and came up on stage.

Kyle smiled and said, "Jesus! You stink!"

I laughed and said, "Fuck you!"

Kyle came over to me and tried to kiss me but I stopped him. "No,
please, not now, I wouldn't even kiss me now!"

But he ignored me. "It's my fault you smell like this; don't tell
me I can't kiss my wife." And he did.

I was finally more or less clean, clean enough to get home
anyway. We left the club, with Kyle holding my dress, as usual.
But this time he put a blanket over my seat before I got in.

We drove home in silence, except that Sandra put her hand on my
arm, we were together in the back seat. She asked, "Are you mad
at me?"

I smiled and said, "For making me cum on stage? Of course I'm not
mad at you. You don't get mad at Dean when he does it do you?"

"No, but you didn't expect it to be me. I was afraid you might be
upset," she said.

"Don't worry; you can make it up to me when we get home, with
gobs of that special cream of yours," I said.

And she did. I took a hot shower and then she spread her magic
cream all over my body, even on and in my ass and my pussy. Then
she made coffee and we sat on the patio and drank it and talked.
I was all greasy, so I went and got a towel to sit on.

It was early in the morning, and we were all tired, but too wound
up to go to bed just yet. Once we were comfortable, Kyle asked,
"Well, was it everything that you thought it would be?"

I groaned and answered, "I wouldn't want to do it every day, or
even every week. But it was exciting. It lasted too long, but
that was part of the excitement, the fact that it was so
overwhelming. According to Sandra, I had the honor of servicing
something like twenty-five feet of cock. I don't suppose a lot of
women can say that."

"But what about you," I asked, "did you enjoy it? And did it
change how you feel about me?"

"I did enjoy it," he answered. "And no it didn't change the way I
feel about you, because I couldn't possibly love you any more
than I already do. I am honored that you love me enough to go
through that for me."

"Well, not entirely for you," I said. "I watched Sandra that
first time, and I couldn't get that out of my mind. I couldn't
help wondering what it would be like. Besides, I didn't want
Sandra to think that she was more of a man than I am!"

We talked about our evening until our coffee was gone. Then we
went to bed. We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes, and then it
occurred to me that Kyle must be pretty horny. He and Dean and
Sandra are just about the only ones in town that didn't fuck me
in the last ten hours. 

I slipped out of his arms and pushed the sheet off of him and
slid down and started kissing my way down my husband's stomach.
He tried to stop me, he told me that he knew how tired and sore I
was and that if he was that horny he could borrow Sandra.

I smiled up at him and said, "I'll be god damned if my husband
will ever have to fuck another woman when I'm around!" I paused
and said, "Though you can of course, if you want."

Then I took him into my mouth and then down my throat, a skill
that I had really polished since our wedding, and I was really
quite proud of it, especially since he was so well hung. I didn't
rush it. He was right, I was tired and sore. But I loved him too
much to not take my time and do it right.

After he came, he pulled me up and kissed me and we fell asleep
in each other's arms.

It was mid afternoon when I woke up. The others were already up
and had already eaten. I wasn't really hungry; I guess I was
still digesting cum. I had a cup of coffee and we sat around and
talked for a while. 

In the early evening Dean suggested that we go out for dinner and
then go shopping for jewelry.

Sandra said, "Dean, I don't have anymore room in my jewelry box!
I told you, stop buying me stuff. I don't need it. I don't even
care that much about it anymore. No, that didn't come out right.
I love the things you have given me because I know that you do it
out of love. But I don't need anymore. And you know it."

"You don't have anything like what I am thinking about," Dean
said with a grin.

Sandra looked at him for a moment and then she grinned. "You mean
it?" she asked. 

She sounded excited, I had no idea what was going on.

She went with me to my bedroom and picked out something to wear
for both of us. She picked out a light sundress for me, for
herself she picked out the little black dress that I had worn on
the first night that Kyle took me to the club.

We were ready in minutes and we went out to the elevator. Kyle
drove to a nice, casual restaurant that sat out over the river.
We had a nice leisurely dinner and Dean and Sandra refused to
answer any of my questions, which, of course, drove me crazy.

We had an after dinner drink and then we drove to the area where
Sandra and I had danced together in the strip club. Not far from
that club, Kyle pulled up in front of a tattoo parlor.

As soon as I saw the sign on the window that offered body
piercing, I knew what jewelry they had in mind. 

We got out of the car and went inside. There were a couple of
people getting tattooed in chairs along one side of the room.
There were a couple more people looking over the tattoo samples,
trying to decide.

When we came in a bell rang and someone came out of a back room
and asked if he could help us. 

Dean said, "Yes, I want to get my wife pierced."

The man looked at Sandra and I, not knowing which of us was the
wife in question. But he perked right up, and it obviously didn't
matter to him. We were both pretty hot.

The guy smiled at Dean and asked, "Where would you like these
piercings?"

Dean smiled and pulled my dress off of Sandra and as she stood
there naked he pointed to her nipples and her clit and said,
"There, there, and there."

They then spent ten or fifteen minutes selecting jewelry to put
in the holes that were about to be made in Sandra. They settled
on some platinum rings, but Dean promised to replace them with
something nicer later. Then we went over to a padded table and
Sandra hopped up on it.

While he was getting ready I noticed that the other customers
were no longer browsing through the tattoo samples.

We all watched as the man put on latex gloves and swabbed Sandra
down with alcohol. He opened a couple of sterile plastic
envelopes that contained his utensils, and three smaller
envelopes that contained the rings. 

Then we all stood around and watched as Sandra got her new
jewelry. She flinched a little when the actual piercing was
taking place, but she looked at me and said, "Nothing to it. It
isn't even enough pain to turn me on."

I laughed and reached for her new rings, but the guy stopped me.
"You should leave them alone for a few days. It may not hurt
enough to turn her on, but it hurts. And she needs to keep them
clean until they heal so they don't get infected."

I looked at Kyle and asked, "Do you like them?"

Kyle smiled and said, "The only reason that I didn't suggest them
was because of last night."

I reached down and took my belt off and slipped my sundress off.
I handed it to Sandra and then I sat up on the table and said,
"Do me!" 

The guy joked, "I'd love to little lady, but you must have
forgotten your husband is watching."

He went and got another set of sterile instruments and rings and
a fresh set of latex gloves and he 'did me'.

Sandra lied. It hurt! But it was worth it. I loved the way they
looked.

After he had finished I noticed that the poor man was having a
hell of a time with that dick of his trying to push through his
pants. I turned to Kyle and said, "He did a pretty good job.
Would you like me to tip him?"

Kyle laughed and said, "Sure, if he can manage it without me
turning my back."

I got off of the table and dropped to my knees in front of the
guy. I put my hand on his swollen cock and asked, "Would you like
some help with this?"

He looked at me in shock, then he looked at Kyle, then back down
at me and said, "Little lady, I have never turned down a blowjob
in my life!"

I unfastened his belt and pulled his pants and his shorts down to
his knees. He leaned back against the table and I ran my hand
over his cock and balls as Sandra dropped down beside me. She
said with a pout, "That isn't fair! I made him hard first!"

I laughed and said, "Okay, you can help."

So we took turns, but it didn't take long. He came in my mouth
and I held it and then Sandra and I kissed and shared it. 

Kyle said, "Damn Dean, we just can't take these fucking sluts
anywhere! Come on ladies, time to go. Then he left, with our
clothes. We followed him out, naked of course, while Dean stayed
and paid the man. 

We sat in the car and tried to decide what to do next. It had
been an eventful couple of days. But we had all slept late today
and no one was tired. We ended up going back to the restaurant
where we had eaten dinner for desert and drinks out on the deck
over the water.

This is my life now! We eat most meals out. The four of us do
most everything together. We travel. But mostly we play. It's
hard to believe that a flat tire had such a drastic effect on my
life. 

THE END

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.



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