The Devilish Mechanisms Within
In a peculiar, sultry summer, we quit group sex, and I was unsure of how to spend my time. Despite the shift, there were other forms of entertainment. Trios were less noticeable, and amusing. My private moments were delightful with my three perfect partners: David, Amy, and Nari. If Amy and Nari got along better, or if either of them liked guys more, things would have been different. I felt a lack. And I longed for these gaps to be filled, ideally profoundly.
It was Nari who alerted me to the problem first. She was waiting for me outside a lecture from a renowned professor. As the audience dissipated, and I managed to chat briefly with the scholar before his departure by the Faculty Dean, Nari approached me. Her captivating Korean-American features drew any gaze. Instructionally, she questioned, "Is he... that one... you know?"
"Shh, not here. Yes, that's him."
Her eyes grew with delight, and she grinned. "Oh wow, you're such a slut, Emily."
Concerned about attracting attention, I urged her to be more modest.
Nari regained composure, and her demeanor changed. "I wanted to speak with you. To warn you."
A sense of dread set in. "What's going on? Is it about me?"
"It's nothing definitive. No mention of names. But there's a rumor about a student... sex parties. I'm sorry, Em. You should know."
A void opened in my stomach. Someone had shared secret information. Knowing how this reached the university was a mystery, but exposure now felt imminent.
Nari comforted me. "Hang in there, Em. Perhaps David can help."
I rode with her to my residence. She was the first to notice my distress, continuously looking into my eyes. As my cheeks flushed, I implored her for discretion.
Once at home, we spent a quiet moment. She assured me, "I'll be there for you. Maybe David can help."
David, being aware of my predicament, escorted me back after his arriving from classes. His face clouded over when I explained. He held sex vetting responsibly, and felt personally responsible for the situation that had arisen. "Alright, leave it with me, Em. Don't worry."
I hugged him, grateful for his understanding and support. "Thanks. What if we were to stop... you know, parties?"
He considered, recalling a previous conversation. "Yeah, it's starting to get out of hand... difficult to control. Perhaps it's time."
I stared at my hands. "I should have listened."
David comforted me, "Don't blame yourself. It's both of our faults."
He took immediate action, texting Amy, suggesting a get-together to break the tension. He promised to contact people he knew could assist, with a stern expression.
I became emotional, relieved to have David's help. "Thank you."
As David made arrangements, Nari offered to protect me. "I'm here for you, Emily."
Her consolation helped, as my focus switched from fear to finding a resolution.
In the meantime, David enlisted Rian, his accomplice. Their discussion continued after I left. "I'm certain, Rian. What he said fits... Yes, it's him... Agreed... See you there."
Finally, my friends took action, ultimately making the whole ordeal bearable.
He informed us that he was leaving due to a mission, and Amy and I sat down to watch TV with her stroking my hair. We had watched one episode of a new show and were just starting the second when David returned with Rian.
"I think you'll have no more problems, Emily. The rumor will fade away now that the source has been reminded of the consequences of continuously boasting publicly."
My thoughts drifted back to a year ago and what happened to someone named Jeff. "Did you...?" I examined David's hands for any signs of harm.
"Hurt him? No, he hadn't harmed you physically. He was just unable to keep his big mouth shut. In hindsight, you were probably the most thrilling event in his life."
"So, what happened? Does he have a wife?" I felt ashamed that I probably should've known this fact myself. Lately, I had been plagued by feelings of guilt regarding married men, something that hadn't crossed my mind before. Personal growth, along with another reason to quit the group orgies, I considered.
David brushed my forehead with a kiss. "He won't say another word. Without a source, the gossip will dry up. He swore on his mother's grave that he didn't tell anyone her name or location."
I was relieved but had also made a decision. "Thanks, but I think I'm done. You know how I am. I always want more. This will happen again. The only way I see to prevent that is to stop."
David grinned. "It was always your decision, princess. If you say stop, then we stop."
An agitated Rian chimed in, "Wait, you don't mean... do you...?"
It was nice to laugh again, and Rian's expression was comical enough to suppress any unpleasant emotions. "Not you, fool. I'm not giving up on threesomes, just no more gatherings, and no new faces, got it?"
Rian nodded, looking relieved. Amy got up to use the bathroom. "Well, the drama is over. I need to go."
As she walked out, she traced her hand along Rian's pants. "You'll always have me, darling."
Amy's flirtatious wink at me as she left the room highlighted the fact that Rian was infatuated with our lesbian friend.
David was right. The talk gradually fizzled out with no new juicy details, and people eventually shifted their focus to a different drama. I was fortunate as the college quarterback admitted to being gay.
I questioned whether I had overreacted, panicked even. Stopping the group sessions felt necessary at the time. However, as the weeks went by, my familiar desires returned, along with the all-too-familiar cravings.
David picked up on my discomfort one Saturday afternoon. I'm not good at hiding my true emotions. In fact, I can be tremendously grumpy when I'm not satisfied. He explained that he and his friends had decided to do something about my situation. "To be honest, when I say 'I,' I really mean 'we.'"
David whistled loudly, causing the garage door to open. In walked Rian, dressed in his usual Jeans and a T-shirt, but it was his companion that captured my attention.
Amy strutted in, wearing heels so high it seemed like she was floating. With her ponytail waving majestically, mimicking her sultry movements, she glided to the table. She placed a finger beneath my chin and gently raised me to a standing position. Amy, just two inches taller than me but towering over me in heels, had a predatory gleam in her eye. "A pretty Summer dress, but too short to be chic, much like its wearer."
Bending over, Amy kissed me, leaving a trace of her crimson lipstick on my lips. Then she slapped me lightly on the cheek, hard enough to sting. "Off to the garage with you. Take off that slutty dress and change into what you find inside."
I hesitated, knowing full well the implications, and received a harder slap on my other cheek, one that took my breath away. My face was tingling, and my heart was racing, as shock coursed through me. "Sorry, mistress."
Onlookers may have thought my friend heartless or sadistic, but my subconscious mind needed to be in the right head space for what was about to happen. Amy knew that as well as I did. I felt a warmth rising within me, a warmth of anticipation, and a yearning to submit to her. I knew that there were places that only Amy could take me to, I just had to let her be in charge.
I stepped inside the dark room, a single spotlight illuminating what appeared to be Rian's latest creation. It was a simple bench compared to others, with traces of its original use as a reclined chest press evident in the angle. However, the horizontal section had been extended to form an open 'Y', and a vertical plate had been bolted to the backrest. The leather belts placed nearby made its purpose clear. On my spread knees, both holes exposed, and leaning forwards at forty-five degrees. I couldn't quite figure out the purpose of the plate at my face level.
I must've been taking too long to comprehend the apparatus because I got another slap on my other butt cheek. "Remove your clothes, slut!"
While Amy remained the center of my attention, I noticed David and Rian undress. I wondered how many times the pair had penetrated me. Another bite on my other butt cheek had my eyes watering. My lady parts were also beginning to release fluid.
I unbuttoned the front of my dress, letting it slide off my shoulders, now standing in just my panties and sneakers. My small breasts didn't require a bra. I was expecting something more complex, but Rian handed me a simple leather collar with a metal ring in front. I secured it around my neck.
Amy moved in front of me and began pinching my nipples, digging her nails into my tender flesh. I bounced and danced on the spot, getting another face slap for not staying still. Then she pinched my nipples again, causing tears to fall from my eyes. I was Amy's toy, and I longed to please her. I also craved the intensity of the pain I knew was coming, and its transformation into shuddering, limitless pleasure.
Amy directed me to lay on my knees. Not for the first time, I appreciated the new flooring David had installed. Amy stepped back and instructed the men to take her place in front of me. I reached for David's shaft, but Amy swatted my hand away. "No touching. You're not in control, missy. Rian..."
Rian stood behind me and also dropped to his knees, gripping my wrists, and pinning my arms to my sides. I opened my mouth, as I knew was expected of me. David held the back of my head and adjusted his position. His face turned away from Amy; he winked at me, while I tried not to tear up from laughter. He was definitely not helping my focus.
But if I thought David was going to be gentle, I was mistaken. He moved quickly, and I took halfway into him in one attempt. I wasn't ready and pulled back, gagging.
"Tighter," Amy instructed Rian. I felt his fists close on me more firmly. Turning towards me, Amy whispered in my ear, "stay still and take it, or I'll find the crop."
In a softer tone, she added, "you need to be properly prepped."
The thought, "'Prepped for what?'" sprung into my head. "Something bigger than David?" I refrained from speaking.
Amy yanked on my hair, tilting my head roughly. The biologist in me also noted that she had positioned my throat at a perfect angle. That was considerate of her.
I was experienced with accommodating David, and the second time, he slid into my now loose and accepting throat.
Amy had returned to her spot. "You can hold on now if you want. Rian, move!"
Rian removed his grip from me, and I reached up to hold onto David's thighs lightly, riding him as he thrust backwards and forwards. I relished the feeling of being used for his pleasure but also cherished. I heard the two cracks before the pain engulfed both my ass cheeks.
Amy and Rian both holding paddles. I hadn't even finished processing what was happening when another round of blows landed on me. "Faster and harder," Amy instructed David.
I had my eyes closed, but I opened them to see David battering me again. Tears flowed as he increased his speed, his paddle striking my lips. Another two hard hits followed, causing a burning sensation throughout my body. The intense sensations headed towards my throbbing clitoris and engorged pussy.
"Stop," Amy ordered quickly.
David hesitated, half in and half out of me. "You can go harder, you know she can handle it. She loves it, the filthy whore."
Amy sat beside me and said, "Come on, slut, are you not enjoying this?" My eyes fogged with tears as I nodded, despite being deeply in pain.
Amy patted my face warmly. Then she stood up, allowing David to fully enter and exit me, setting up an increasingly quick rhythm. Through watery vision, I could see David struggling to maintain this pace, with the sensation of my body rubbing his beginning to affect him.
When Amy stepped out of my view, she rubbed my throbbing buttocks, soothed by her tender touch. David, absorbed in his own sexual pleasure, seemed indifferent to the pain he was causing. But as I continued struggling against his aggression, I felt her land a strong spank on each cheek, making me yell and buck wildly.
His cock began to shake and I heard David moan in pleasure. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, Amy ordered more spanks on my rear, propelling me to gives what felt like one final burst of orgasmic energy, but she didn't stop there. Rian's hands gripped my hips, and I felt the intense pleasure of his banana-shaped cock thrusting into me as he took over after David.
Amy, who often knew what I needed better than I did, crouched near my face and tagged at my cheek. "Cum for me, slut," she urged, before looking back at Rian. "Go harder, Rian, imagine it's me."
As it turns out, Rian's desire for Amy was well known. I mumbled "bitch" under my breath, earning myself a tight pinch on my nipple. Rian was indeed living up to Amy's words; his fervent fucking felt like a continuation of my previous climax instead of building up to an orgasm of his own. As I rolled my head back, moaning and yelling, Amy looked satisfied, only to suddenly shift her attention. "Finger my clit while you fuck her," she said.
Just like that, Amy used her fingers to frantically rub my throbbing clitoris, her other hand was now spanking me with increasing vigor. Passionately fucked by Rian, I wailed like a baby, spraying cum all over David's floor tiles, as Rian pumped his own semen deep into my vagina, Amy merely adjusting the amount of digital stimulation she was giving me. And as I crumpled forward, exhausted, I heard her laugh.
"Rian, finish her off," she told him, urging him to mount me before I could slow down.
His hands squeezed my waist, then his cock slid in, so easily he must've been moist with pre-cum. Rian's eager thrusting followed, quite different from David's, and Amy now refocusing her attention solely on my clit. I began to moan louder, feeling like my orgasm would never end. "Come on, bitch, cum for me now," she ordered.
Rian himself seemed entirely consumed by sexual desire, pumping into me unceasingly and spurred on by Amy's desire to see him satisfy me. Still, Rian's overwhelming passion had me struggling to contain my orgasm, my entire body practically aching and vibrating from sensory overload as I yelped like a wild animal, covered in fresh spunk and puddles of my own juices.
"Harder, Rian," Amy commanded, wanting to test the boundaries of her innocent friend's ability to take it. In response, Rian drove into me as if he'd never have the chance again, me moaning and groaning under his unrelenting assault. And only then did I finally let out the immeasurable orgasmic release, leaving me completely drained on the floor.
The room felt like it was spinning around me. I closed my eyes, trying to recover from the intense waves that had just washed over me, leaving me trembling. Despite that, I knew more was on its way. So, when Amy spoke, her voice seemed to come from a distance. "Your ass and pussy are ready, David. Aren't you excited yet?"
There was a grunt in response, and opening my eyes, I saw David standing there, excited and ready. Amy continued, "Let's have some fun on the bench before we really get started."
"What do you mean by 'for real'?" I was already exhausted from two intense orgasms. What else could there be?
David and Rian lifted me, and before I knew it, they had placed me on a bench along the side of the room. The furniture usually had restraints, but this time, they didn't bother with them. Instruction came again from Amy. "Lick my pussy, bitch, while David prepares himself for your ass."
I didn't need to be told what to do. I was already addicted to the taste and scent of Amy's pussy. I pushed my tongue deep into her, savoring her flavor. Her sweet aroma surrounded me, consumption began to go through my senses.
I felt a sharp pull on my nose - Amy was squeezing it. "Stay focused on licking, bitch, or I'll close your nose."
I concentrated on giving Amy what she needed, ignoring the pain in my nose. My body was sore after my previous orgasms, but I persevered.
Next, I felt David lubricate my anus. He inserted it slowly, stretching my ass open. Rian seemed to join in, sucking on my nipples as he squeezed the others. The sensations became too much. My mind raced away, filled with ecstasy and pleasure as David undressed himself.
A sharp pain shot through my nipples - Rian had joined the scene as well. My mind switched to cataloging cardinal positions in the renaissance period and realized they were creating an image of the Virgin Mary. But just as I started to contemplate this, David had entered me. His body touched mine, relaxing my muscles. Another squirt of lube followed as he switched on his speed dial.
I moaned as I felt him ensconce himself within me. The sensation of a man's body pressed up next to mine was welcome. He then started to pump me, slipping easily into my exhausted body.
Amy seemingly rose above this - a knight slipping into heaven through the Virgin's birth canal. Rian now attended to her with the fervor of a devoted believer.
David's body touched mine, the last vestiges of fatigue disappeared. I was no longer trying to acclimatize to being penetrated. I felt a fire bloom within me once more. He didn't just maintain my climax but built on it, the heat spreading faster through my body.
Amy wasn't far behind me. She broke free of Rian's attentions, still desperate for more. "Fuck me harder, Rian. I'm almost there."
She leaned forward, her hand close to my face. "Suck my tits," she commanded.
Seeing Rian moving to follow orders, I couldn't help but remark on the renaissance imagery. Rian's passion for Amy's chest was a reminder that that was a time when women were held in a reverence that had mostly died out. This sense was short-lived as my body was consumed by the powerful orgasm that was building inside me.
I could barely keep up with this nirvana. David's thrusts started to invigorate me, but he also gave me a sharp blow on my clitoris with each entrance. He took his time, using me for his pleasure, but fulfilling me with every squeeze.
Amy was about to orgasm. This was not a time for devotion or composure, just passion and fire. She reached out to push Rian's head even further into her desperate genitals. "Hurry. I'm getting close."
It was as if she'd said the magic word. Rian increased his fervor, pushing into her with more urgency, kissing her as if he was being punished. With this, she screamed and orgasmed. Her muscles tightened and convulsed, gripping Rian's head until he had to pull away.
Her body relaxed, giving us space. David's thrusts slowed, and I took the opportunity to see how David's body fit with Amy's. Their poses seemed to evoke the Madonna and Child.
I could tell David was about to come as the thrusts became extremely pronounced. I insisted on receiving one final attention to my clitoris - he could only resist for so long.
His face became tight. Time twisted, and he finally exploded inside me. My body jerked, and my tongue continued to tongue-fuck Amy. I felt a deep, muscle-spasming climax, and it felt like another world in comparison to the previous hedonistic moments. David and Rian kissed before standing up to get dressed. I could only lay there, my mind still lost in another reality, recovering from their passionate embrace.
I could hear Amy's requests: "Let's stay here. I'm too tired to get back to the club."
Satisfied patients have a knack for longing. We would stay in that room, comfortable and still high off the pinnacles we'd each individually reached. This was perfection. It was better than 14th century art - it was life.
In a near-desperate tone, Amy shouted out. David continued thrusting away, and I felt the intensity of my pleasure rising like a high tide. Amy's head popped back and forth, mumbling something I couldn't hear. I recognized the signs – her body was about to stiffen, arch, and make a low growl. Along with this divine light show came a flood of warm liquid, which drenched my face and fell pleasantly onto my waiting tongue.
From behind, witnessing Amy climax was an exhilarating sight. David's relentless fucking of my rear matched the urgency of Rian. Neither of us could maintain this high level for long, and I made it known that I'd reached my orgasmic summit with a loud cry. David followed suit, filling my ass with his sperm.
After a while, I relaxed and caught Amy's gaze. Our eyes met, and she turned gooey as the domme persona disappeared. She was just my – what was she? – girlfriend, I guessed.
Lover? Sure. Friend? Absolutely. But inside of me, I felt something more. There was a reason I allowed her to do things no one else could. She had introduced me to bondage and impact play, and those were part of some group sessions. Yet, certain actions were never allowed to anyone else. I couldn't comprehend why I let her slap me on my face. She was Amy, and I couldn't define what it all meant.
Amy stepped away, replaced by a soft kiss. "You okay, Em? No pain?"
Annoyed with myself, I changed the topic. "I'm fine, just that — What's the deal with this big secret you keep talking about?"
I couldn't tell if sadness or confusion filled Amy's eyes as I spoke. I knew I'd wounded her. But it was time to end this. She'd been leaving soon anyway – off to San Francisco. Good riddance.
Amy managed to gather herself. She walked into the shadows on the other side of the room, and David came to kiss me. His face mirrored our recent discussions. He implied that I needed to sort this privacy issue out with Amy.
I gritted my teeth and mouthed, "mind your own business."
With a sad look, he extended a help so I could sit. He embraced me, welcoming the warmth of her arms into mine. Rian joined us and wrapped his other arm around me. I waved aside thoughts of comfort – it wasn't just that.
Amy returned, and her trademark grin was back. In one hand, a long, thick, black rod – about ten inches long – was held. The other clutched a strange-looking device: a heavy machine that resembled two drills in one holder, and both ended with equally long, flexible, pink rods. I'd seen similar contraptions in adult films but had never seen one with two drills. Rian's engineering genius was definitely to thank for this creation.
Amy chuckled maliciously. "Thanks, guys. You can secure her now. Well, he can."
I climbed onto the bench, kneeling with legs spread. Belts were fastened around my ankles and calves. I leaned forward, locking my arms onto the bench's backrest. Additional straps bound my wrists and lower arms, just beneath the elbows. My gaze wandered, noticing the slot cut into the bench vertically where Amy's dildo drill would go, and the toy was shoved inside. Holy crap, I was about to go down on that while Amy used the drill on me. I felt fear and excitement simultaneously.
Amy turned off the dildo, and said, "That's for later."
I gulped with anticipation for what was to come next.
I was used to being restrained, but it never took away the excitement. The thrill of entrusting your safety to someone else. I could feel my heart beating, I think the sound filled the room.
The big black dildo was in front of my face, I tilted my head to keep a little distance from it. The size overwhelmed me. Maybe Amy was messing with my claims of deep throat skills. That was part of the mental aspect, not knowing what the other person's intentions might be. Sometimes I feared the worst.
Amy started talking to me. "Since you're such a horny little slut, addicted to dick, I thought I'd indulge you. You don't need gang bangs when you have me, love."
Humiliated, but with barely contained emotion, I respond, "thanks, mistress." I felt my ego disappear and embraced my role as a sex toy, existing only to satisfy Amy.
"Good girl. Now suck it. Show me how much you love dick."
I began to give head to the toy. I was more nervous than I wanted to admit. I could feel myself tremble and tried to contain my emotions. 'Emily, you can handle this.' I tried to convince myself.
Thickness didn't bother me, but I could only take half of it in my mouth. Amy whispered in my ear. "Deeper, you indecent whore."
Her words sent chills down my spine. I knew I wanted to please her, that was all that mattered. I was obedient and took more, almost to David's length, but then pulled back and sputtered. Amy whispered in my ear again. "Again, deeper."
I knew I had disappointed Amy. I had to do better. I swallowed the plastic and then my throat, trying to relax, to suppress my well-trained gag reflex. Determinedly, I took nearly its entire length, but the final inch was too much. I began to pull up, but felt Amy's hand on my head. "All... of... it..."
It wasn't like she was physically forcing me, her touch was light, but her psychological control over me was total. I had no choice. I let her guide me further down, my eyes staring in semi-panic as my throat was violated deeper than ever before. I couldn't. But her hand pressing on my head pushed me down. I couldn't resist.
When I pulled back, coughing, and saliva dripped down my face, Amy said, "Good little cock-sucker, I knew you could do it." Her words comforted me. I wanted to be a good girl for her.
I got a kiss on my cheek for my efforts. Then Amy turned to Rian. "The clips, please."
Not knowing what was going on, I followed Rian's back as he walked away, Amy stroking my hair, now damp with sweat. I cherished her touch, her approval.
When he returned, Rian was carrying what looked like a set of metal coils, like a chest expander. I was clueless about his intentions.
I looked at Amy, wishing she would explain. But she ignored my pleading eyes. Again, it was a part of the game. Keep the submissive in suspense, keep them anxious, supercharge their release. Control them.
Amy talked to Rian and me. "Good, thanks, Rian. Now suck the cock again, whore."
Part of me felt like crying, but I did as Amy instructed, taking a David-sized portion of the dildo into my mouth and throat. Then Amy yelled an order. "Wait. Stop there! Rian..."
Rian stepped forward and attached one set of coils to the bench, then its other end to the ring on my collar. Panic began to rise in me. I felt trapped. The dildo was lodged inside me, and I had thoughts of fleeing, but the restraints held me prisoner.
I breathed through my nose. I tried to calm myself. I eventually became aware of my pussy throbbing, my clit swelling. The fear morphed into arousal, and I thrust myself deeper down, where it was safe.
Rian went to the other side of the bench and repeated the process. Now I understood, and my understanding led to acceptance and then intense pleasure. I could feel fluid from my pussy dripping outside.
Gazing at my abuser, I saw her grinning, amused that I now knew her plan. "Is that nice, little slut? Be a good girl. Prove it to me?"
In that moment, I would've done anything to be Amy's good girl. To degrade myself in service of her desires. I knew she held my existence in her hand. And I felt my body react with desire.
To make Amy happy, I tensed my neck muscles and drew back. The bands were forceful and I couldn't move very far. If I truly strained, I could reach having only four inches of the toy in my mouth. But I could only last for a short time. My neck muscles began to twitch. I looked into Amy's eyes, and she nodded almost imperceptibly. Lost in her gaze, I surrendered to the springs, my face plummeting back down, my throat deeply impaled. And I knew it was okay, it was what Amy desired.
Despite being in a submissive mental state, it still registered that this would be a nightmare for most women. But this wasn't my first encounter, and overwhelmingly, my sensation of arousal prevailed. Arousal from being bound, from having my throat so filled, and - most of all - from pleasing my mistress.
"Wonderful," Amy said, "you've accepted your state." She looked at Rian. "Tighten it a bit more, then you can both leave."
'Tighten it?' Oh shit! Rian fiddled with something and I felt my face pulled closer to the plate by an inch. It was a level of intensity that I could manage. 'I can handle this,' I thought to myself.
Rian looked concerned, but I flashed him a reassuring wink. Feigning a confidence I didn't quite feel. He and David left, the latter giving me a hopeful thumbs up. I could hear the kitchen door shut behind them. Alone with Amy and completely under her control.
In my heightened state, that felt, frankly, both terrifying and alluring. I was prepared to comply with whatever Amy demanded.
Amy paced around the bench, trailing her fingertips on my restricted body, making me wriggle in my restraints. Then she disappeared into the shadows. My nervousness returned, being alone, bound, and with a toy so deep in my mouth. But she didn't stay gone long. When Amy returned, she was holding something. With a glance, I noticed in the corner of my eye that it was an implement I recognized - a dragon tail. I loved dragon tails.
The wriggling returned, now in anticipation of what my friend would do next. She draped the pseudo-whip over my back, then dragged it down my spine, sending chills through me. My pussy throbbed, sucking on the large toy filled my mouth seemed soothing. I closed my eyes and prepared myself.
There was a swish, and I involuntarily tensed, but I wasn't struck. Heels struck the vinyl floor heavily. Then another swish, more experimentation. Amy lightly stroked my back with the flail. Then Amy spoke into my ear.
"I'm going to begin now. You can select where. Nod once for your pussy, twice for your ass, and three times for your back. Unfortunately your breasts won't work in this position," she joked. "Consider it."
Again Amy disappeared, then returned, holding a chain with two metal loops at either end. She held them in front of my face. "You want these, don't you, slut?"
I nodded, signaling my desire for them.
"Good slut."
Amy didn't tease for a change, swiftly and efficiently clipping each nipple in turn. The springs tightened, and the metal pinched my sensitive flesh. I squealed, the sound muffled by the plastic rod in my throat.
Amy placed her hand on my head and urged me forwards, forcing my lips back onto the plate. She held me there, sensing that I was close to cumming, equally from the mental thrill as the physical stimulation. She then released me, allowing me a slightly more comfortable one-inch relief, before the bands connected to my collar pulled my head back into position.
Amy retreated to the shadows, and I felt her gloved hands slide up from my clit to my sleek opening. I heard her heels again, and she stood before me, licking her hand. Cleaning off every drop of my juices.
Satisfied with her hand's purity, Amy spoke. "So now, as per my earlier question. Where do you want me to whip you? One for your pussy, two for your ass, three for your back."
My mind wasn't in a state for decision-making, but my ass was still sensitive, and my vulva highly fragile. I nodded three times.
"Okay, pussy it is," she declared. My eyes widened, and I shook my head, my best attempt at saying 'no' was just an audio mess. I nodded three times, carefully and deliberately, the toy rubbed against my throat as I did. I tried to say 'back,' but it was impossible.
Amy knelt, better hearing me. "Did I missunderstand you, slave?"
Again, I nodded three times, slowly and deliberately, the dildo rubbed my throat as I did.
My mind went blank and excruciating pain swept through me, setting my softest areas on fire. The clamps on my nipples made them ache even more. A second hit, and my body jerked, trying to escape the scorching intensity while at the same time craving its warmth. I put the black dildo in my mouth, holding onto it in the midst of my jumbled emotions and physiological sensations.
Amy slowly caressed my inner lips, distributing my abundant juices over my skin. Then she inserted fingers into me, and the initial thrust sent me hurtling into another climax that she had been carefully creating. Amy removed her hand, and I felt liquid flow out of my battered vagina, with my body convulsing and shuddering, waves of ecstasy coursing through me.
Just as I was about to recover, Amy swung her wrist once more and the tail of the whip snapped against my wet labia. This happened two more times, causing me to experience another uncontrollable climax.
And then she stopped. My overheated body was trembling in its restraints, struggling to breathe through my clamped mouth. Aftershocks still ran through my overstimulated nerves.
Amy leaned in and kissed my cheek, placing a damp strand of hair behind my ear. She murmured, "Was that good, sweetheart?"
I picked up on the change in her endearment, answered with a grunt, and she continued. "I could clear this all away, give you a bath, we could cuddle in bed. Or..."
I had been so stimulated that I was no longer able to think rationally. The option she described felt enticing. But...
I blinked several times, probably conveying my message. Our shared history and close emotional connection sometimes eliminated the need for words.
Amy looked back at me, appearing slightly concerned. She exhaled and then made an effort to smile. "David bought the drill, I suppose we should give it a try." Her tone wasn't typically Amy-like.
I blinked again, more emphatically, and Amy got up to retrieve the bottle of lube and the heavy tool. I could feel my pussy contracting in anticipation and my anus quivering. Somewhere within me, I realized that I couldn't fully process the emotions I was having about me and Amy, but I knew one way to temporarily forget about it.
I heard the buzz of the fucking machine as Amy turned it on. I closed my eyes and instinctively sucked on the dildo, trying not to fantasize about Amy's clit in my mouth.
"Go on, Amy," I entreated.
She was now positioned behind me, outside my line of sight. My anus tingled as Amy's finger traced my ring, which was still slightly parted from David's intensive anal penetration. This caused a tickling sensation, but also made me want to squirm, a welcome distraction from my earlier uncertainties.
Amy seemed more at ease. "Let's make sure we're prepped. A little more lube, perhaps."
As she spoke, I wondered about the thoughts she might also be trying to suppress. But the sensation of her fingers probing my exposed anus brought my attention back.
"Alright, here we go," Amy announced.
I groaned in response.
Amy had decided to start with my anus. The upper dildo slipped in quite easily, as David had loosened me up. But the second dildo, meant for my vagina, only managed to partially enter my anus. Amy uttered an unsuitable word.
Next time, however, she was more successful, filling my vagina with the lower rod while only entering my anus a short distance. Satisfied, Amy pushed the toys even deeper into me. Both, considerably larger than any actual penetration I'd had, were much bigger than I'd ever taken, but Amy and I had used large toys before, and she had naturally fisted me. I hoped this would help.
However, the dual sensation of the large toys stretching me was too much. Despite my aching anticipation, I did not find it humorous. The increased fullness had me squirming in my restraints, desiring release from the extreme sensations but also experiencing a subtle sense of anticipation. Amy persisted, and I began to moan, alternating between sucking on the black dildo and groaning in pain.
I heard Amy struggle slightly as she attempted to gently force the toys deeper into me. My eyes closed, and I tried my best to cope. The idea of the two huge toys entering my Afraid of giving in to the pain but also enticed by the potential pleasure, I endured as Amy pushed them both farther into my eager body.
I heard Amy switch on something, and the electric motors roared to life. The vibrant pink dildos pumped me back and forth, like the pistons of a two-stroke engine, and each one buzzed with an intensity that seemed more like a Hitachi than a regular vibrator. I jerked my head back instinctively from the sudden and extreme stimulation, only to realize that this meant they were now pushing into my throat.
My body vibrated along with the pulsing, thrusting toys. And instantaneously, my climax hit me. It was like being swept up by a tidal wave and caught in its current. Just as I was about to adjust to this surprising intensity, a second wave surged over me, dragging me once more into a rolling ocean of overpowering tension.
And a third. I was stunned by just how quickly my body could respond. Desperate to keep my bearings, I focused on the vibrator in my mouth. But then I realized that even this toy had additional functions.
Suddenly, I found myself being mechanically fucked, sodomized, and face-fucked, with the force of men much larger than me. The fifth orgasm hit me hard and swiftly, leaving me trembling and elated. But...
Despite the wonderful sensations, I longed for an experience I knew I craved more than anything else. As another climax shook me, I pondered how to communicate this to Amy without words. My "stop five times" signal was impossible given my bound state. I had only one hope.
I withdrew my head and stretched the silicone straps. Then I slowly inched down on the toy again. The dildo met me, and the intensity was nearly overwhelming. Almost. I persisted through the pain. Again. And once more. Finally, collapsing down onto the vibrating device, nausea rose in me, swiftly followed by panic that my request wouldn't be understood.
But Amy was a skilled dominant. She turned off the motor and, best of all, undid the straps securing my collar. Set free from the throat restraint, I pulled my head back and sucked in air.
"You're okay," Amy's voice filled me with comfort. "You performed admirably, as always."
Her tender kiss on my cheek felt like a blessing. Amy began to unclasp my bondage, then aided me in standing up. "Can you walk?" she asked. "We should have stopped before the double drill. It was too much... I was... I was just..."
I whispered with difficulty. "I know what you were trying to do, and I'm grateful. And it worked."
Amy appeared astonished. "You mean it? I was worried it wasn't what you wanted."
"I know what you wanted. You intended for me to climax. And I did... but maybe not in the way you expected. Thanks to you, I may have stopped craving gang bangs."
A shared laugh escaped our lips at the absurdity of it all, at the unusual situation we were in. The absurdity was both comic and freeing.
After a few moments, we both calmed down once more. Silently, through our gazes, we exchanged unsaid emotions. We then embraced and kissed, and for a time, it felt as if nothing else in the world mattered. Only us. Only us and our inexpressible feelings.
As I stood there in my lover's arms, I felt emboldened to make another request. "Amy, is there something you can do for me?"
Amy looked confused. "We can do anything you like."
Laughing, I confessed, "I'd like to go down on you. I'd like for it to be slow. I'd like to do it in bed. I'd like us to be completely naked. Is that too boring a request?"
Amy smiled, a smile I rarely saw on her face lately. "That sounds absolutely perfect."
Holding hands, we headed up the stairs toward my bedroom.
THE END
Explanation
The provided text was a highly sexual story depicting an encounter between two individuals, Amy and the narrator. The narrator undergoes a series of intense sexual experiences, including sucking on two dildos which are rigged to operate simultaneously. Amy's skill, combined with the intense sensations, leaves the narrator in a state of bliss but craving deeper intimacy. They both laugh at the absurdity of the situation before Amy demonstrates this by agreeing to the narrator's new request: performing oral sex for the narrator in bed while naked.
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