"You look adorable," you said as you stepped away, watching me from a little distance to judge your handy work. "You won't walk away now, will you?," you said with a teasing smile. A bit confused and at a loss for what to say, I used my bound hands to cover my shame. But I felt a distinctly erotic twinge. "No I won't run," I conceded. "What is it you want me to do now?"
Once again you smiled and took my hand. "You'll see, lover," you said and you led me out of the room, into our hallway. There, you made me lean with my back against the vertical wooden bars holding the handrail of the stairs. I obeyed uncertainly.
"Up with your arms, love," you said. Dutifully I raised my bound hands, feeling some unexpected moistness between my legs. You ascended the stairs behind me, and proceeded to tie the cord with which you had bound me, to one of the wooden palings high over my head. Stretched out like that, I suddenly realized how vulnerably helpless you had made me. Especially because I couldn't hide my bald femininity, even if I wanted.
You stepped down and studied me. I felt more naked than I ever had, but a weird eroticism fired my loins. You recognized it and kept looking at me. A satisfied smile gradually appeared on your face. But powerless as I was, I could do nothing to get my arousal under control.
You smiled again, and gave a good-natured pat on my love mound. "You'll wait," you said, "until Dan and Ruth are here." Then you turned around without saying a word, and closed the living room door behind you.
Left alone, standing imprisoned and naked in our hallway, I felt rather bizarre. Nothing happened. I had no choice but to wait indeed. A soft tinkling made itself heard behind the door of our living room. It sounded like you were handling glasses. In my imagination I saw you putting wine and nuts on the table for the guests. Then silence.
It took long, very long. I never realized that time could run that slowly. Gradually I began to relax. All I could do was to stare at the front door and our coat rack, counting the coats over and over. The ones for summer, and the ones for winter. From time to time I watched the clock on the wall. Almost half an hour passed. You briefly reappeared, then climbed the stairs behind me to come back with a handful of clothing, closing the living room door behind you. You had not even looked at me.
My stretched up arms began to ache and started to prickle. And my legs became fatigued from enduring this standing posture. But I had no options. I began to fantasize about how Dan and his wife would react upon seeing me like this when they arrived. But there were simply too many possibilities and my arousal just went up and down with them. So after a while I decided to let things happen as they would come.
Time went on. Another fifteen minutes passed. You did not reappear. I started day dreaming and found myself recalling how you and I had met two years ago, how we make love, what the hotel rooms look like when we travel (which we do a lot). When the time just kept dragging on further, I began to think about more mundane things, like what flowers should be planted in our garden, when should we clean out the shed, or what we should have for dinner tomorrow.
Then, suddenly, the shrill sound of our electric doorbell startled me out of my reveries.
The living room door opened and you appeared. You were now dressed in a white shirt, half open to partly reveal the grey curls on your chest. And you wore the dark black jeans I love so much. Walking with a spring in your step in your black sneakers, you entered the hallway, briefly smiling at me on your way to the front door.
"Hi Dan, Ruth, come in. We're all set and ready, come in... come in." But, the guests did not move. "Oh... yes..." you said as you saw them stare at me, "Maybe you should say hello to Anne. She's been waiting for the two of you." His voice was light and happy. But Dan and Ruth remained frozen on the threshold. They kept staring at me standing there, bound in helpless nakedness. I felt the blood soar to my face, and I closed my eyes, not daring to meet theirs.
"Jesus..." Ruth finally whispered, still watching me. "Jesus John, that's quite a welcome." Briefly I lifted my eyes, and saw how they both kept staring at my bound nude body and my openly displayed crotch. Then, quite unexpectedly, Ruth, in her low, deep voice, asked: "Does she enjoy this?"
"I don't know," you answered. "Ask her."
She smiled and obeyed. "Anne, do you like being exhibited like this to your former boyfriend?" And not waiting for a reaction, she added: "and to me."
I didn't know how or what to answer. There was only a horrible feeling of shame and deep mortification. But at the same time, I was somehow excited by this awful humiliation, and to my chagrin I felt my arousal rise. "Look at her nipples," Dan said in his baritone voice, his face blushing red. "She seems to be in quite a sexy mood." He gently rubbed my nipples with the palm of a hand, then proceeded to softly feel both my breasts, readily exposed to him in all their vulnerability. "Maybe we should try and hang our coats on those," he chuckled. The three of you laughed. Dan had broken the ice. You embraced Ruth, kissing her on the cheek. And, to my relief, when you took their coats, you hung them on the coat rack.
But Dan didn't take his eyes off me. He approached me, and now started to slowly caress me between my thighs.
"Cute little cunt," he said to his wife when he ended his malicious handling. He tapped my breasts once more, and addressing you he said: "They aren't as big as those of my dear Ruth, but still rather nice. I'm happy to see them finally." And turning to me he asked: "Remember you didn't want to show them to me?" He smiled to his wife, who smiled back. "I'm happy you think mine are better", she said. Dan grinned appreciatively. "Sure," he said, "yours are bigger, there's more to grab on to. You're the best. But that does not mean I wouldn't like to play with these here." And as if to illustrate that remark he slapped my breasts with both his hairy hands. I shrank back from the assault, but it seemed he did not notice, and addressed his wife again. "Would you like her to milk me?" he asked, "I think you'd enjoy watching." His wife smiled back at him. "You'd want that eh...?" she answered, "but yes, why not? I wouldn't mind to witness her suck your balls. It would certainly please me."
And so on.... and so on... I wished I could sink and disappear into the ground.
"Come in," you interrupted their discussion of my body, opening our living room door. "There's drinks waiting. Did you bring your whip?"
I couldn't believe what I heard. A whip? Oh my God! I hadn't imagined that! Panic rose in me like a sickening flood. But I didn't hear their response, because the door closed behind them, leaving me alone in the hallway once again.
Panic! Panic! This mention of a whip overwhelmed me. It caused such a dreadful fear, that my heart suddenly boomed in overdrive. I had expected you to allow those two to play with me. I was still not sure whether I would like that. But I certainly had not anticipated them whipping me. It changed everything. My arousal disappeared from sheer shock. Nausea filled my stomach as I realized that, bound naked and defenceless like this, I could in no way escape their whip if they decided to use such a thing.
Behind the door I now heard noises of talking and laughing, alternating with short silences ending with sudden cracking sounds. And each time, after a brief pause, the voices resumed. Were they testing that whip? I began to tremble all over. Dread tore at my mind like the ripping claws of an attacking lion. Gone was really all sense of arousal. I could only think of the horrid pain awaiting me. Attempting to control the fear, I tried to focus on any other sexual pleasure they would want from me. I would have to grant them that. Even to Ruth, although the thought of being forced to suck Dan for her pleasure triggered a new wave of nausea. But giving them the joy of watching me in blazing pain... that was different, unthinkable.... I would be unable to live through that.
Suddenly the door opened and you, accompanied by Dan and Ruth, appeared. They were clearly excited, with flushes of sexual arousal colouring their faces. As they unfastened me from the banister railing, I began to shake uncontrollably.
THREE
Soon I was standing naked and trembling before Dan and Ruth, you holding me firmly by my shoulders, my hands still bound before me. Then, suddenly, I saw you and Dan exchange glances. He got up, leaving Ruth behind on the couch. She crossed her fat legs and took a sip of her wine. I closed my eyes, and felt arousal climbing high up against me. I was in such a state of excitement now, that I almost felt obliged to play their game. So I forcefully willed my trembling to stop and, with that movement of abandon I know you like so much, I threw back my head, letting my long wavy hair fall like a curtain behind me. I must confess that the gesture made me feel even more aroused than I would have thought possible. Dan remained standing in front of me, his former girlfriend. Ruth, who had been looking at me from the couch, now moved too. She got up and, to my surprise, began to slowly undress Dan, revealing to me (and to you) his hard muscular nakedness. I looked on in awe.
Dan's member stood proud and straight, fully engorged and high from his body. He suddenly grabbed me by my hair and pushed his mouth on mine, his hard flesh throbbing against my belly.
The sensation of Dan kissing me like that, now also grabbing my breasts, while Ruth watched from the couch, will last me a lifetime. Even in my humiliating position, being held upright by your strong arms, my sexual arousal flared. That must have been clear as day to all three of you. When I turned my head and glanced furtively at you and then at Ruth, I could definitely see that you both tremendously enjoyed watching what was happening. I let Dan tongue me for a long time, then returned his kisses ardently. Turning once more to you over my shoulder, while you still held me up on my shaky legs, I noticed a strange grimace on your face. I wasn't sure what it meant. Did you enjoy this? Or did you want to cry out to Dan that you're the one who should be kissing me, that it's you who really loves me? I wanted to call out to you, but I couldn't. Ruth - as if to punish her husband for his infidelity - had suddenly grabbed under her skirt and stepped out of her panties, stuffing them in my mouth and ordering her husband to secure them with duct tape.
