Inside The Cavern, men and women cavorted in every conceivable stage of dress and undress. A broad chested man, his head completely shaved and his eyes obscured by mirrored sunglasses, strode about in leather chaps while a naked woman trailed behind him with her eyes downcast. Another man, sitting at a table with two beautiful women, wore a leather collar rather than a shirt his companions conversed with each other but said nothing to him.
My wife, Anna, and I had come to this club looking for the missing piece to the erotic puzzle of our life together. Even after ten years of sexual experimentation, we found ourselves longing for something different. While I think we each had ideas about what we were searching for, we hadn’t yet figured out exactly what it was. I was hoping that this voyeuristic expedition would give us the opportunity to discover our innermost desires. It would be no exaggeration to say that what transpired that evening changed our lives forever.
After paying the cover charge and entering the club, Anna and I parted ways to get a good look at our surroundings. I checked out the front room and then continued toward the back of the club. As I approached a doorway, I was irresistibly drawn to a cracking noise, which I guessed to be a whip, coming from the other side of the wall. Walking closer, the sound of the snapping leather became sharper and my cock jolted with each stroke. Soon I was near enough to hear the hiss and groan of the recipient. My face felt hot and the insistent thumping of my heart was competing with the sound of the lash. I stood in the doorway, heady with arousal and the musty smell of damp leather, barely able to believe the scene before me. A man who appeared to be about my age, forty, was being whipped by a petite woman.
The rhythm of it I was mesmerized by the rhythmic rise and fall of the black leather strap. I don’t know how long I watched them carrying out their scene of pleasure and pain. Minutes and seconds meant nothing just then. The world as I knew it had stopped time was measured only by her strokes. I was stunned. This was something I’d only imagined in my wildest fantasies, but I’d always envisioned myself as the one holding the whip. I was surprised at how aroused I was becoming by watching this scene.
The woman smiled as she once again drew her toned arm back to punish her slave’s trembling white buttocks with the sturdy strap. Her fleshy pink nipples poked through the cutout holes in her latex bodysuit. Her slave’s deep moans echoed throughout the cramped chamber and my cock swelled appreciably. As the puffy red welts rose on his pale backside, I began to lose all sense of who and where I was. My armpits and the hollow of my throat were bathed in sweat and my groin throbbed fiercely. I was close to unzipping my pants and pulling out my hard on when someone jostled my arm.
I turned around, my mouth agape and eyes wild, to find Anna standing there with a handsome couple. The woman’s petite body was swathed in a green kimono style robe, her long red hair done up in a silky braid. Her male companion, dressed simply in a polo shirt and khaki pants, towered above her. His straw colored mustache curled up in a smile, though he remained silent.
Richard, meet Simon and Camille, Anna said, casually raising her voice over the groans and gasps of the quivering submissive. My guilty pulse was hammering so loudly that I was sure all three of them could hear it. The sound almost deafened me when Camille unexpectedly moved closer, positioning her mouth near my ear.
Your wife and I have noticed how taken you are with Rebecca’s handiwork, she whispered, nodding toward the rubber clad brunette. This place isn’t what you need. Anna and I know what you need. Her hot breath tickled my ear as her words slithered through my body, lifting my hard cock higher in my pants. Her small breasts poked like twin knife points just below the blunt swell of my own nipples. Come away with us.
Before I could say anything, Anna took charge. Richard would be delighted to come along and play, she said. I was surprised and thrilled by the way her breath caught with excitement, her cheeks flushing red with anticipation.
Camille smiled and informed us that her car was waiting outside, and a few minutes later we were stepping into the back of a chauffeured limousine. The black tinted windows sealed out everything except the noise of the traffic as we headed off into the night. Disoriented, I perched on my seat and looked from Camille to Anna to Simon, unable to shake the feeling that I’d been spirited away to a dream world where even the most familiar people and situations would never again be what they seemed.
While I was content for the moment to just take it all in, Camille clearly had other ideas. Wordlessly, she eased herself back in the long plush seat until she was reclining. Then she reached down and undid the front of her kimono. Its silky folds dropped away to reveal a pale, creamy body, the sleek triangle between her legs trimmed to a sharp point. The vivid shade of the coarse hairs perfectly matched her pert, cinnamon colored nipples, which bobbed on her white ribs like wildflower petals on the froth of a stream. She raised her legs onto the edge of the seat, kicking off her stiletto heels.
Simon followed by removing his clothing, and then he moved toward his wife on his knees. Noticing my dazed expression, Camille’s upper lip curled like a moist red ribbon as she casually opened her legs to reveal her the engorged folds of her pussy. Simon, I think Richard is shy, she said. You’ll have to show him how a truly passionate man should behave in such circumstances.
Simon nodded, still not saying a word. It occurred to me that although Anna and I had seen every inch of his magnificent body, we had yet to hear his voice. I stared as he took Camille’s delicate foot in his hands and gingerly ran the tip of his tongue along the soft pads of her toes. She murmured encouragement as he slid his mouth along her calf, knee and thigh, then nestled his head in the shadowed triangle between her legs.
That’s delightful, she whispered huskily. Are you watching, Richard?
Yes, I managed to choke out. My cock expanded to painful proportions inside my damp, tightening jockey shorts while I watched, transfixed. Simon bathed his wife’s pussy with a tenderness and devotion I knew I’d never applied to Anna’s. He pointed his tongue and sailed the tip along the outer lips, the bristling hairs making a low rasping sound. Camille moaned, flexing her body and tilting her head back. In response, Simon thrust his face down harder, lifting and plunging his head against her cunt as he speared her again and again, fucking her with his tongue.
Camille came loudly and without restraint. Her hands flew to Simon’s sandy hair and raked his scalp while she wailed and arched her back. Her erect nipples flushed a dark pink and she raised them almost high enough to touch the ceiling of the car. Thrashing and twisting under Simon’s bobbing head, her taut thighs closed around his ears as she shuddered hard and then lay still. Only her chest still heaved with deep, satisfied breaths.
I sat frozen in my seat, my mouth hanging open with shock and desire. My lower body was aflame with need and my zipper threatened to burst from the pressure of my hard on. Though I could hardly believe what I’d seen, I found myself imagining the taste of her pussy juice on my tongue as the limo bounced to a stop. Camille sat up, pulling her kimono around herself.
Very nice, Simon, she said coolly, as if he had done nothing more than light a cigarette for her. Thank you.
Merely smiling in response, Simon reached for his clothes, crumpling them into a ball but making no effort to put them back on. Instead, he stepped out of the car with his reddening cock flapping against his leg and opened the door so that Anna, Camille and I could climb out. I looked around and saw that we had arrived at a fashionable brownstone at the end of a secluded cul de sac. The limo driver, apparently aware that his presence was no longer required, pulled away when Camille tapped on the window. A moment later, she was walking into the house in her kimono and heels, while Simon followed behind her, completely naked.
Upon entering, we found ourselves in a foyer that spoke of demure, educated inhabitants. A glass case ran the length of one wall, sporting a collection of rare volumes, while a forest of primeval looking ferns sprouted from huge marble urns standing sentry by a carpeted staircase. We gathered inside the front door, wordlessly awaiting our hostess’s next command. It wasn’t long in coming with a single glance of her brilliant eyes, Camille motioned for Simon to unbuckle my belt. He sprang to action at once, matter of factly opening my pants and yanking them down my legs while I remained rooted in place, somehow understanding that I was not to assist him.
When he moved away, I stood nude in front of the two women. Camille slid her fingers along my throbbing erection, idly stroking its length while her hot, fierce gaze bored into mine.
Shall I take you to my playroom, Richard? Camille asked, her voice husky and low. She gave my straining cock a squeeze as she spoke, and I felt my soul reaching out to her through the pulsing veins of my outstretched organ. I looked toward Anna, and she nodded.
Please, I whispered hoarsely, a few crystal droplets of pre come oozed onto her hand as the last shreds of resistance leaked from my body. Please, Camille, yes.
Then follow me, she commanded, licking her hand and turning on her spiked heels.
The four of us descended single file into the basement, my bare feet slapping against the cold stone steps. Simon paused to light a few enormous candles, and I glanced around in wonder as the amber glow surrounded us. Their cellar approximated a dungeon as closely as any urban space could. Coils of rope and braided strips of hide draped every accommodating surface. Even the necessary support beams connecting the floor to the bare ceiling had been fitted with cuffs and chains that dangled in dark, menacing knots.
While Simon, Anna and I watched, Camille reached into a basket on the floor and lifted out a handful of leather strips about a yard in length, the lower ends braided together. She ran them back and forth across her palm, chewing her lip thoughtfully. My pulse quickened with excitement as I thought back to the ritual beating I’d witnessed in the Cavern and imagined myself taking a place under Camille’s lash. Though a flood of saliva gathered in my mouth, my throat had never felt drier. I doubt I could have replied even if she had expected me to which clearly she did not.
Abruptly, on some silent cue I’d failed to notice, Simon whirled and grabbed me by the balls. A flush of sweat broke out across my shoulders as one of those well equipped support beams pressed against my spine. Simon lifted my arms above my head, and I felt the leather shackles snap shut around my sweat slicked wrists.
When I was securely bound in place, Camille took my cock in her hand again. She rolled it between her fingers as though she was inspecting a freshly prepared cigar, feeling the tension in my ruddy skin as it stretched tighter, gliding her nails along the prominent veins rising to the surface and pulsing desperately.
Sweat dripped down the bridge of my nose as I watched her pacing in front of me. Her steps were measured and cat like, and my spine vibrated each time her sharp heels came down on the gritty surface.
It’s curiously stimulating to give up control, isn’t it, Richard? In the club, before we met, Anna told me all about you not that I couldn’t discern it myself, the minute we interrupted your little stroke show in the Cavern. I felt the rush of air as she flicked her wrist and brought the straps sideways across my chest. They licked my flesh lightly, just enough to make my nipples swell and stand up. As if you could appreciate what that man up there felt for his mistress! You see, Richard, your problem is that you are arrogant, insensitive far more concerned with your own pleasure than with Anna’s.
The air sang again, the strap splashing me from the other direction this time. My senses were going wild I watched Camille as she cracked the whip, but I didn’t feel the stinging in my raised nipples until a moment after the lash had actually connected. The searing tingle raced along the network of sensitive nerves in my chest, turning quickly into pain like the bite of an adder. I grunted, too shocked to cry out.
From now on, she said, you will be expected to give pleasure first and gratify your own desires afterward. Only then will you be worthy of coming for me or for Anna. I had been so caught up with Camille and her attentions that I had practically forgotten about my wife who was a witness to all this. To speak to Anna would be worthy of punishment, I was certain, but I managed to steal a quick look. Her eyes were wide and she appeared to be enjoying the spectacle, glancing from Camille to me then back to Camille.
Anna sucked in her breath as Camille once again raised her arm, took aim at my helpless body and struck. The lash came down more brutally this time, blazing across my nipples. Anna looked concerned, and then a little smile appeared on her lips. Camille gave her a questioning glance, and she nodded.
Camille lashed out again, the tips of the laces searing my chest. Again I strangled back a cry as my cock swelled even more. Yes, yes, I wheezed, the control ebbing from my body. Let me serve you let me serve you both.
My surrender, however, inspired no mercy. Two, three, four times, the leather cut into my tender flesh, my torso pulling back from the blows even as I tried to steel myself and prepare for the next. Five. Six. Then, just as I was about to unleash a feral cry and release the flood of come that hammered from inside my sac, the blows ceased completely.
I sucked in my breath as Camille moved close enough for me to smell the heated fragrance of her pussy. Her hand slipped between our damp bodies, pushing the folds of the kimono to each side of my swollen balls. The raspy hairs of her cunt bristled against my scrotum as she parted her outer lips and eased my cockhead between them, wrapping one leg around the back of my knee for balance. She fit my cock between the lips of her pussy, then thrust forward so that I slithered a few inches inside her. She emitted a growl of satisfaction when the starkly defined groove of my cockhead caught on the rim of her fleshy pussy. I was caught halfway inside her my merciless domme refusing to push forward and skewer herself on my straining tool, and me not daring to press forward and slither into her smoldering tunnel.
Not just yet. I’m not going to let you come, she breathed in my ear, her fingers sliding upward to twist my bruised nipples. Not until you admit to Anna and to me that you have yet to earn it, and then show us both that you can.
Unexpectedly, the mention of Anna snapped me back to awareness. For some reason, the thought of my usually demur wife so close by, observing my uninhibited lust as well as my humiliation, turned me on more powerfully that anything I’d ever experienced before. Suddenly it seemed that I was really serving my wife as I yielded to Camille’s hot body, and every pulse of her pussy lips on my raw flesh aroused me more. My arms strained against the cuffs holding them above my head as I felt an ocean of come swell powerfully in my balls. I clenched my teeth to hold back, since that was what Camille and Anna demanded.
It’s true, I whispered, each word wrenched from my desire racked groin. I’ve never earned it from Anna, Mistress. But let me earn it now.
Suddenly, Camille’s wet sheath was sliding away down my length, leaving my quivering cock to bob free in the close, still air. A few tense moments passed before Camille spoke again.
You have a talent for servitude, as I suspected, Camille said, tossing away her whip and motioning Anna forward. Without waiting for a command, Anna began to peel off her clothes. The tight dress she’d worn to the club slid away easily and her dainty undergarments fluttered to the floor as well.
Though I had been captivated by Camille’s brash nudity in the car, my reaction was nothing compared to what engulfed me when I saw my wife standing there naked. The pale curve of her body made my chest constrict with lust.
Just to make sure you understand what’s expected of you now, I want you to watch and learn, Camille commanded. My body trembled all over as Simon, who had been watching patiently this whole time, knelt between Anna’s open legs and began to perform the same wonders on her pussy that he had on his own wife. As I was still manacled, I could only watch as his head bobbed up and down, his mustache glistening with her juices whenever he raised his head from between her quivering thighs. He stroked his tongue along that glistening crease, luxuriating in her arousal. I thought of that familiar flavor, and my tongue ached with the desire to share the exotic honey that dripped from between my wife’s legs.
In what seemed like half the time it usually takes me when I use my mouth on her, Anna was coming hard, apparently excited by Camille’s efforts on my defenseless body. When she finished, she sagged against Simon’s shoulders, pressing her juice streaked bush against the side of his flushed face.
My head began to spin as Camille stretched up to uncuff me. I fell to my knees in the dirt as she reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair. She shoved my head forward roughly. Let’s see how well you have learned. He wants to please you now, Anna, and in doing so, please me. Isn’t that true, Richard?
I understand, I croaked. Though I addressed Camille, my eyes never left Anna’s radiant gaze. Eagerly, I leaned my face into my wife’s pussy, my lips pressing against the silky nest of hair between her legs. She was still hot from Simon’s ministrations, her pussy folds swollen with excitement. Knowing that she’d be sensitive, I mouthed her as tenderly as if I were playing an antique musical instrument, yet with passion brimming in every movement. I spread her outer lips with my thumbs as I moved my tongue steadily over her, nuzzling each crevice of her warm flesh, finally settling on her cunt. I fingered her labia lightly at first, praising her wetness and ruddy color in a voice gone husky with need.
Slowly, I began to lick gentle circles around her engorged petals. Despite the intensity of her previous orgasm, Anna moaned deeply, grabbing the back of my head and pushing me down harder. Soon my whole mouth engulfed Anna’s dripping pussy, my nose burrowing down into the sensitive folds surrounding her clit. Grabbing my hair roughly, Anna thrashed her hips from side to side, positioning her legs so that her knees rested against my shoulders. Her hot clit blazed in my mouth, and I bore down on her steaming vulva with the desperation of a starving beast. My whole body shook as I dug my head down feverishly, lapping up her tangy juices.
In mere seconds, Anna’s knees began to quiver. Hot currents of energy rolled up her spine and down into her ankles as a bone numbing climax lashed out of her.
Please, Mistress, I mouthed into her tremor racked center, please come. She arched against me, crying out, as I slipped my arm under her buttocks and penetrated her rear entrance with my thumb. I stayed with her all the way as she exploded against me, shrieking and raking my flesh with her nails.
We collapsed together, with me still on my knees and Anna leaning against me. Drained, I turned my face into the slick refuge of her inner thighs, and slipped my hand from beneath her to replace it on her stomach, where I moved it in slow circles.
Did I please you, Anna? I asked quietly. She exhaled deeply. She sounded so satisfied, and it delighted me to think that I had been the cause of that. Do I really need to answer that?
I shook my head and kissed her cunt. How well she knew me, and I her.
We had almost forgotten about Mistress when Camille returned to hover above us. The lash tickled my chest as she dangled it over me. With her foot, she separated me from Anna and guided me onto my back on the floor. As I lay beneath her, I stroked her thigh reverently.
Your excellent service will now be rewarded, she said, reaching out to Anna and positioning her at my side. Camille guided Anna’s mouth onto my cock, sheathing its length. It had never felt bigger against her cheeks, nor more responsive to each swipe of her tongue. Then she sucked on me hard, shattering any reserve left in my throbbing groin.
At last I understood what others meant when they spoke of the power of servitude. For the first time, I felt a sense of complete release, as I was stripped and bound, not knowing what punishment would come next. My mind and body were, it seemed, united by the rigors of heightened sensation and indignity.
I came violently, jerking and twisting. Anna lifted her head and pumped my cock with her hand, positioning herself so that she could watch, too. Thick ropes of come burst from my cock in an arc that encompassed both women and drooled down my own heavy thighs. I cried out as I fell limp against the floor, breathing hard.
When I sat up again, the atmosphere in the basement had changed. Camille had dropped the whip and was helping Anna to her bare feet. I rose as well, balancing on shaky legs. As our hearts hammered in wild tandem, we clung together even after we were standing. Simon was looking at Camille, his cock red and hard once again, and I knew they were planning to spend the rest of the night pleasing each other . . . just as Anna and I were.
I am in your debt, Mistress, I murmured, and I meant it. Then I leaned down to enfold my wife the mistress I’d been searching for all along in my obedient arms.