The maid had always had a feeling that there was something going on in the house she didn't know about, nothing definite, just a feeling. Late at night, she would sometimes hear people moving around the house and hear doors opening and closing. As far as she could tell, there was only one door in the whole place that was locked and that was the cellar. She wondered what was kept down there that was so secret. Little did she know that she was about to find out.
That night after dinner, she was told by the butler to be dressed in her uniform and be ready in her room by eight oclock. At the appointed hour, dressed and sitting on her bed, she heard a knock at her door. Opening it she found the butler standing there.
"Follow me." he said, turning on his heel and walking down the corridor. Quickly she followed, her curiosity aroused. He led her to the cellar door, opened it and gestured for her to enter ahead of him. Her curiosity turned to apprehension as she stepped through the doorway. A stone curved staircase led her downwards, her heart beating faster with every step. She saw the light from a doorway and walked through it.
The sight that greeted her took her completely by surprise. The room was sparsely furnished with painted stone walls and an array or what looked like bondage and torture equipment. Against the far wall stood the husband naked, his arms raised and manacled to chains, his legs apart, also chained to the wall. In the centre of the room stood his wife, legs spread with hands on hips, dressed in a leather top with no panties and a suspender belt with long black mesh stockings. In her hand was what looked like a short leather cat o nine tails.
"Welcome to our little dungeon." she said as the maid entered the room. "How would you like to discipline my wayward husband?" she asked with a wicked smile. Curious, the maid nodded, her eyes darting back to the husband, noticing he was fully aroused and trying to say something through the ball gag in his mouth.
"Quiet!" hissed his wife, walking over to him and slapping his hard cock with her whip. It sprung up with excitement. "Not a sound and don't you dare cum." she ordered him, placing the end of the whip under his balls and pushing it up, raising and parting them. He moaned in frustration as she slowly ran the whip along the underside of his cock, giving the head a little tap when she reached the end. He strained against his chains, frustrated, wanting her to stimulate his cock more. Instead, she turned away and called the maid to come over to them. Carefully, she positioned her directly in front of her husband.
"Pull up your dress and show him your panties." she told the maid. She did as she was told and raised the front of her dress. He stared at them, his cock straining, wanting what he knew was hidden beneath them.
"Touch them." came the next command and she reached down with one hand and slowly stroked the material between her legs, letting her fingertips sink into the crack beneath them, the sexual torture of the man chained to the wall starting to excite her. Getting into the role, she started to moan slightly, showing him she was getting aroused.
"You like that, don't you." she said to her husband, once again stroking the underside of his cock with her whip. Without being told, the maid slipped her fingers inside the side of her panties to rub her moistening cunt without showing him one inch of it. He bucked against his restraints, desperate for what lay beneath the white material.
"Behave!" yelled the wife, giving the top of his cock a lash with the thongs of her whip.
"Turn around and bend over." she ordered and the maid obeyed. Grabbing the hem of her dress, the wife pulled it up exposing her nice round rear. "Pull them down." came the next command. Doing as she was told, she slid the panties off her rear and let them drop to her ankles. She stepped out of them and spread her legs, giving him a good look at her now wet pussy from behind. He was groaning, his cock jerking in his desperate need and frustration. Taking hold of the maid, she guided her slowly backwards until her pussy was almost touching his cock and stopped her. Now the maid was feeling a need of her own.
"So close." she said to her husband smiling as she used one fingertip of her gloved hand to stroke along his cock. " Fuck! That got the maid too, her pussy starting to ache for the touch of his cock between her legs. Sensing it, the wife used the same fingertip to run gently once up the maids slit. "Someone else needs a good fuck too I think." she teased, watching the maids chest heaving with arousal. She gave the throbbing pussy one more gentle stroke just for good measure.
"Stand up." she told the maid and she did so, her dress falling back down, covering her aching pussy. The wife crossed the room and dragged over a chair. "Sit." she told her. The maid sat in the chair facing the husband chained to the wall, his quivering cock starting to drip precum with excitement. She hadnt noticed the restraints attached to the chair until the wife started to tether her wrists and ankles to it with them. Now she was in the same predicament as the man standing in front of her. Moving behind her, the wife reached around and slid one hand inside the top of the top of her dress, her fingers sliding onto her hard nipple. With the husband watching, she massaged the maids nipples, making her moan. The wife's other hand reached down, pulling up her dress and slipping down between her legs. Knowing she needed to cum badly, she rubbed at her hard clit and pushed her fingers up inside the maids wet cunt. As her captive started to climax, she tore her hand away from between her legs, leaving her jerking in the chair, crying out in frustration, her cunt right on the verge but unable to cum, in exactly the same state as the man chained to the wall.
"Oh, you poor thing." said the wife in mock sympathy, moving around the chair to face her. With her back to her husband, she knelt between the maids open thighs. Pushing her legs further apart, she bent forward and pressed her mouth to the glistening parted pussy between them. One lick up length of her throbbing cunt was all it took to have the maid writhing in the chair again. She gripped the hand rests of it tightly, pushing her legs wide open as the wife slowly lapped at her tingling swollen clit. Shaking, her back arched, she cried out on the verge of cumming again. The mouth left her pussy, leaving her in agonising limbo once more, jerking against her bonds, her face screwed up and howling with the frustration of being kept on the edge and not being allowed to cum.
The wife stood back and licked the maids wetness off her lips whilst admiring her handiwork. There was both of them, aching to cum, willing to do anything for the release of and orgasm. Both at her mercy. She felt a little sorry for them but the torture wasn't over yet. Smiling wickedly, she called out to her favourite stud.
