I don't want you to get the wrong impression. I'm not psychologically damaged in any way. I'm not afraid of open spaces or confined spaces. I'm quite gregarious although I wouldn't say I'm always the life and soul of any party. I like going out. I like staying in. So what suddenly came over me might seem entirely out of character.
Also I don't want you to get the idea that there was any violence or nastiness involved. It's difficult to explain. I'm not sure I understand it myself. No force was involved unless I wanted it to be. If anything, Simon was gentleness itself - well, at least at the beginning. Which perhaps added to the thrill of it all: punishment and love, an irresistible combination.
I suppose if I had to pick a time when it all started, it was when we were making love - well, having sex - oh, let's call it fucking - when Simon was fucking me missionary style. Which was enjoyable, don't get me wrong. I love his cock and I love it when he has it inside me, whichever way he decides. But I don't know what came over me. Suddenly it seemed to me it was a bit boring. Well, not exactly boring, that's unfair, but predictable. Or conventional. Yes, that's the word: conventional. I mean, it was great. As I say, I loved the feel of his cock in my pussy. And I knew I would probably come, because I usually did however he fucked me. But a devil inside me suddenly said, do something different, surprise him.
So instead of clutching him with my arms round him, like I usually did, I raked my fingernails down his back. I didn't intend to hurt him, poor guy, because I thought I'd done it pretty lightly. But I suppose I mustn't know my own strength, or I had sharp fingernails that day, or something, because the next thing I knew he was screaming in pain.
'What was that?'
'Sorry. I thought you'd like it.'
'Being scratched by your talons? How would you like it?'
I thought about it. 'I don't know. Maybe you should try it.'
He raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
'As a punishment,' I added. Suddenly the word 'punishment' seemed not only appropriate, but exciting too. 'Otherwise,' I added, giving him a sly grin, 'I might do it again.'
'Oh no, you won't.' He pulled my arms from around him and with one hand held them by my wrists flat on the pillow above my head.
He was strong, definitely, but I could have freed myself if I'd exerted myself. It's difficult to hold two wrists with one hand, no matter how strong you are. But suddenly, I don't know, I liked the idea of being pinned there with my arms above my head and his body pressing down on mine and his cock thrusting inside my pussy. I felt helpless - or rather, I allowed myself to feel helpless. And I loved it.
'Go on then, you bastard,' I said, pretending to resist. 'Fuck me.'
For a moment he looked shocked and I thought he was going to stop and let me go. But I gave him a quick grin to show him I didn't mean it, and he fell into the role I'd hoped he would.
'OK, bitch,' he said, not quite giving enough force to the word, but I appreciated the effort. Anyway, the important thing was he didn't let me go. He carried on fucking me and suddenly it felt much better than before. As I said, it was like I was helpless. And I loved it. It was like I was being forced to feel pleasure. Not like I was being raped, which has never happened to me, thank God, and which I imagine is really horrible. But the increased pleasure was real. I could feel every movement of his cock in my cunt and it was amazing, like all my senses had multiplied a hundred-fold. Within a few seconds I could feel my orgasm approaching.
'You bastard,' I said, trying to look angry in the middle of my mounting orgasm, 'you're going to make me come.'
'Isn't that the idea?'
'Please don't.' I tried to sound pathetic.
'What?' He suddenly stopped.
Desperately I hissed at him, 'Don't stop. Keep fucking me.'
Frustratingly my orgasm retreated a bit, but he resumed fucking me, albeit slower than before because the poor guy was confused, and my orgasm started to grow again. 'Don't make me come, please,' I said again, and this time he got the message.
'Shut up. I'm going to make you come whether you want to or not.'
'Oh no. Don't make me.'
I couldn't say anything after that because he fucked me so hard my orgasm hit me like a train and all I could do was give myself over to it. The feeling of being held down, of being a helpless victim made it all the more intense. God, it was fantastic.
When Simon came a few seconds later I got another rush. I wanted to plead with him not to come inside me, so as to increase my feeling of being attacked, but the feeling of his come exploding inside my cunt felt too good and I worried it might spoil the moment. He seemed to have become a bit more brutal too, which added another frisson. He grunted with the effort and banged his cock hard into me so that I could feel our pelvic bones colliding. It was amazing.
Afterwards he rolled off me and lay beside me and I curled up in his arm. 'That was lovely.'
'So what was that all about?' he asked. 'All that "hold me down and don't make me come" stuff?'
'I don't know. But when you held my wrists above my head it really turned me on. I just like the idea of you being a bit forceful.'
'OK.' I could tell he wasn't entirely convinced. 'Just so long as you're not getting into bondage or anything like that.'
I didn't say anything, just hugged him.
I tried not to think too much about it, but it kept coming back to me what a buzz I'd felt being helpless while being fucked. And the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it again. Simon and I fucked a couple more times over the next few days but it was a bit disappointing. I was too distracted thinking about how I could get him to be more forceful. I wasn't sure what I wanted, but I felt I needed to be pinned down somehow, to be made helpless and then to be mercilessly made to come - almost against my will, but not really. Part of me knew it was ridiculous - the idea of being forced to do something that I wanted anyway - but the urge grew on me despite that.
The next time I felt horny we were kissing and fondling on the couch and I checked his cock was nice and hard inside his jeans and I said, 'I don't want to fuck.'
'What?' He stopped kissing and squeezing my tits and just looked at me like I'd slapped him.
'If you want to fuck me,' I said, as challengingly as I could, 'you'll have to force me.'
'I can't do that,' he said uncertainly. 'That'd be, like, rape.'
I backtracked a bit. 'Well, you don't have to be violent or anything. Why don't you try these?' I showed him a pair of handcuffs I'd bought a couple of days before in a sex shop.
He weighed them in his hands. 'What do I do with them?'
'Put them on me, of course.' It seemed a bit weird instructing him how to restrain me against my will, but I persevered. 'Make it so I can't resist you.'
'OK.' He put my hands together and clicked the handcuffs round the wrists. 'Now what?'
'I suppose you'll do whatever you want,' I said, trying to sound angry and resistant. In fact, I could already feel my heart beating faster.
He put my hands above my head. 'How's that?'
'You're not supposed to ask me. Besides, I can still move them.' To prove it, I punched him with both hands in the ribcage.
'Oh, so it's like that,' he said, getting up. He grabbed the chain of the handcuffs and dragged me off the couch.
'Where are you taking me?' I asked, trying to put a nervous tremor into my voice.
He didn't answer. He dragged me - well, led me, he was still being too gentle for my taste, but the spirit was there - up to the bedroom. 'Lie down.' He almost said 'please' but choked it off in time.
'Make me,' I said defiantly.
I was standing by the bed, so he just pushed me backwards a little and my knees buckled and I fell on the bed. 'Bastard.'
'Yeah,' he said as he pulled my hands up to the bed rail, un-locked one of the handcuffs, threaded it through an upright then clicked it shut on my wrist again. This is more like it, I thought excitedly. With my arms extended and being unable to move them more than a couple of inches, I felt truly at his mercy.
'Now what?' he asked uncertainly, surveying my defenceless body, albeit still clothed.
'I suppose you'll have your way with me.' I tried to cover my excitement with an anger I didn't feel.
'OK.' He started taking my shoes off and putting them neatly on the floor.
'You don't have to be so considerate,' I whispered. 'I'm at your mercy.'
'Oh, yeah,' he said, light dawning. Roughly he pushed my top off and manhandled my tits. This is more like it, I thought, as I felt his fingers squeezing my nipples. Within seconds they were like stones. 'You want this, don't you?' he said, a hint of surprise in his voice.
'No way, you bastard.'
He grinned. I think he was beginning to enjoy his new role. He didn't bother to undo my skirt, just pushed it up to my waist, revealing my black thong. 'Open your legs.' There was no choked-off 'please' this time.
'Make me.' I squeezed my thighs tight together.
He put his hands between them and forced them apart. I resisted for a few seconds then gave in. He put his hand roughly on my pussy and fingered it for a while. It was crude but it was what I wanted right then. I could feel my pussy lips swelling. 'Don't think you'll make me feel anything.'
'Huh,' he said. 'We'll see, shall we?'
He yanked my knickers down and left them hanging off one foot. I felt more naked than I'd ever felt being completely undressed and more excited than I'd ever been before. He wet his fingers then had a better idea. He put them in my mouth. 'Suck them,' he ordered - a little uncertainly, but I appreciated he was trying.
I did as I was told, but groaned to show I objected to being forced. I made sure they were thoroughly wet before he put them back on my pussy. He rubbed my pussy lips - a bit too gently, unfortunately, but I was getting pretty turned on anyway, what with not being able to move my arms. I twisted my body as if to try and get away, but really I was pressing down on his hand to hint that he could be a bit rougher.
I was getting nicely turned on and wondering what else I could persuade him to do, when I suddenly had the bright idea to turn over. I've always liked being fucked from behind and now I could have both pleasures: that and being forced against my will, as it were.
It was a tricky manoeuvre with my wrists handcuffed, but I managed to push one leg over, almost trapping his hand in the process, and twist my body so that I was lying on my front. 'I told you I didn't want to be fucked.'
Simon had had to move his hand from my pussy when I turned and for a moment I thought he was going to take me at my word and give up. But then he said, 'Huh, we'll see about that,' and the next thing he'd pushed my thighs apart and put his hand on my pussy from behind. Oh, that felt good. Dirty but good. I was sopping by then and his fingers slid easily backwards and forwards all round my labia. Fuck, but I was so turned on I wouldn't have cared if he'd shoved a cucumber inside me.
'You want it, don't you?' he said, sounding surprised at my being so wet.
'No, I don't.'
Fortunately he didn't stop and I couldn't help but rotate my bum against his inquisitive fingers. I tried to make out I was attempting to get away from his touch, but really I was making him press harder. Then he moved his hand away and for an awful moment I thought he'd given up. I twisted my head round and saw him undoing his jeans and getting his cock out. It was harder and bigger than I'd ever seen it.
'Don't fuck me, please.'
Even then, it made him pause until I made a sort of half-smile. He put his hands on my hips and lifted me roughly onto my knees. The next thing I felt was the head of his cock at my pussy. 'No, don't,' I said again, but I think by that time he was just as desperate as me to have his cock inside my cunt. He pushed harder than he'd ever done before, but I was so wet his cock went in without any resistance.
'Oh fuck,' I groaned, not because I was pretending to be outraged, but because it felt so glorious to be suddenly so filled up. His cock felt huge. He started thrusting in and out of me hard and fast. With my arms stretched there was little I could do, either to resist or join in. I was genuinely at his mercy and it felt great. I'd never felt so helpless nor so ready for an orgasm. Within a minute or two I could feel it building.
'Don't make me come,' I mumbled into the pillow.
But he just kept pounding into me. 'You bet I will. I'm not going to stop now.'
'Please.' It was more like a moan of pleasure than anything else.
For good measure he slapped my bum, not hard but it made my orgasm come that little bit harder. 'Oh fuck, you're making me come.' I clutched the rail where my wrists were handcuffed. I needed to hang onto something while my body was being assaulted. Then it was on me and I felt the waves crashing inside me, starting in the depths of my cunt and flowing up through my body and out the top of my head.
'Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck.'
Then he was coming too and I felt the tingle of his come inside my vagina and it set off another wave of orgasm, more intense than the first. I wanted to clutch my pussy with my hands to try and calm it down, but of course I couldn't move them, and that made it all the more intense. It was like I was drowning in pleasure and there was nothing I could do about it. God.
Afterwards, when he'd released my hands and I was curled up in his arms, he asked, 'So did you like being handcuffed?'
'It was amazing.'
'Just so long as you're sure I didn't hurt you.'
'You didn't. I'd tell you if you did.' I thought about it. 'It's not about being hurt. It's almost the opposite. It's about being forced to feel pleasure, about being helpless while you're making me have an orgasm.'
'OK,' he said. 'I think I get it.'
'What about you? Do you like making me feel helpless?'
He thought about it. 'I'm getting used to the idea,' he said then he smiled and kissed me.
The next time we fucked, he handcuffed me without my asking him, but then, instead of cuffing me to the bed, he looped the chain of the cuffs over a hook on the back of the bedroom door. I was stuck there, standing upright but with my arms raised above my head. I suppose I could have got my arms down, but I wanted to see what he had in mind.
What he had in mind was undressing me, which was a nice surprise. First he pulled my top down to my waist then instead of undoing my bra he just pushed it up so that my tits popped out beneath. I made lots of protests, of course, but I was excited, especially when he started manhandling them and squeezing and sucking my nipples. Then he unzipped my skirt and felt for my pussy through my knickers. Fuck. Still kissing my tits, he roughly pulled my knickers to one side so my pussy was in the open. Like before, he put his fingers in my mouth to get them thoroughly wet then had his way with my cunt, feeling all round and slipping fingers inside me to make sure I was ready for him. God, was I ever.
Pretty soon I was gagging for him, though I kept up a steady stream of pleadings not to fuck me, which he ignored. He dropped his trousers and pants and got out his hard cock - I couldn't take my eyes off it - then, without taking my knickers off, hoisted my knees up so my legs were round his waist and thrust his cock up into my sopping cunt. Fuck, it felt marvellous, a real invasion. I wanted it so much, I ground down on it so hard I thought my arms might come out of their sockets. Luckily he put his hands under my bum and held me up so the weight came off my arms and I could concentrate on the feeling of his cock in my cunt. Fucking standing up was a first for me and it was like nothing on earth. He was banging me against the door, but the pain was drowned out by what I was feeling between my legs. I was aware only of his cock in my cunt. I only felt the pain in my arms and thighs later, when we'd both come, which happened far too quickly, more's the pity.
Even so, when it happened, it was pretty spectacular. Pretty soon, we were both moaning like crazy things. I could feel his come shooting into me, which is a feeling like no other, and when he finally pulled his cock out, it oozed out of me and dribbled down my leg. I didn't care. I was too far gone by then.
He unhooked me and I collapsed into his arms.
By the time we fucked again, he didn't need any prompting. In fact, it was me who wondered what on earth he would come up with next. I loved the excitement. I couldn't wait.
He cuffed me to the head of the bed like the first time, only this time took all my clothes off from the waist down. I writhed around a lot to show I wasn't having any of this, but eventually let him spread my legs. He took off his belt and for an awful moment I thought that he was going to hit me with it. But instead he just used it to strap my ankle to one end of the bed. Satisfied I was tied down and couldn't go anywhere he took his time getting another belt out of his drawer, which he used to tie my other ankle to the opposite side of the bed-end. So there I was with my legs strapped wide apart and my arms stretched above my head. I really was helpless and my heart beat like a drum in my chest.
'Don't you dare fuck me,' I protested, knowing full well that he was going to and that I would love it.
But he said, 'OK, have it your own way.'
For a moment my heart sank, especially when he showed no sign of getting his cock out. But then he put his hand on my pussy and started stroking it, all the time just standing there looking at me.
'Bastard,' I murmured, already feeling the pleasure growing in my groin.
Then he bent down and started kissing it. Oh fuck. I have always loved cunnilingus, just loved it. With my legs apart I was wide open and he had no trouble finding his way between my lips with his tongue. Pretty soon I was heaving my hips up, desperate to have him suck my clit or put his tongue in me, or do anything at all. Just so long as he made me come, the sooner the better.
After that his inventiveness knew no bounds. On the next occasion he strapped me down like before, but instead of fucking me or sucking me off, he used a vibrator to make me come. Then, instead of letting me up, he strapped the vibrator to my thigh so that the head was pressed against my pussy and turned it on again. Oh fuck. I must have come half a dozen times. By the time he switched it off I was moaning hysterically and drowning in sweat. I could barely remember what my name was.
The next day I pretended to be outraged that he could subject me to such torture, but he knew it was all part of the game. He said, 'OK, now it's my turn.'
'What? You mean you want me to tie you up?'
'No way. Come here.' He put my hands behind my back and cuffed them together. 'Take my cock out.'
I indicated my cuffed hands. 'How am I supposed to do that?'
'Work it out,' he said. 'You're a bright girl.'
I thought for a moment, then turned my back to him and felt for his belt. It wasn't difficult to undo it, unzip his jeans and fish his cock out from his pants, even though I couldn't see what I was doing. 'Now what?' I said, turning to face him.
'Get down on your knees.'
I knelt in front him. His cock stood hard and erect inches from my face. 'You know what to do.'
Playing the sex slave, I kissed the end of his cock then took it into my mouth. 'Make me come,' he ordered me. 'And make sure you swallow.'
So I did.
About two years later I was down the gym with Maisie, my best friend. We told each other everything, but I hadn't yet confessed what Simon and I got up to. When we were in the changing room after we'd had our showers, she saw me pull my knickers on.
'What's that?' she said, her eyes wide.
I thought about making something up, but decided it was time I came clean. I showed her the small attachment. 'It's a tiny vibrator. Simon insists I wear it.' I put the knickers in place, the nub of the vibrator just between my labia. 'You ought to try it. It feels amazing, especially knowing no one can tell you've got one in you.'
'When do you turn it on?' Her eyes were riveted to my groin.
'I don't. Simon controls it through my phone. He likes to turn it on when he knows I'm in the office or out somewhere. It's part of the thrill not knowing when it's going to start.'
'Oh my God. Don't people hear it?'
'No, it's almost inaudible. Unlike my reactions,' I added. 'Mostly I disguise it with a coughing fit.'
She blushed. 'I've thought about getting something like that, but never dared.'
'I didn't either, until Simon bought it for me and insisted I wear it.' I searched in my bag. 'He likes me to wear a butt plug too, but I can't find it. That probably means he'll punish me when I get home.'
'Punish you?' protested Maisie, horrified. 'How?'
'I never know. Which is all part of the thrill. Simon's quite arbitrary, but very strict. I love it.'
'I wish my husband would care that much about me,' said Maisie wistfully.
I felt devilish. 'Come round,' I said, 'and I'll show you how to make him.'
At home I took Simon aside. 'Maisie wants to know how she can get her husband to be more demonstrative. So just behave like we normally do and she can see what she's in for.'
'OK,' he said. 'If you're sure.'
He poured us some wine then disappeared into the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. Maisie and I sat on the couch sipping our wine. 'Has he turned it on?' she whispered to me.
I smiled at her. 'No, but he turned it on when you were driving us over. Couldn't you tell?'
'Oh my God,' she said, practically choking on her drink. 'I didn't notice a thing. Did you come?'
I turned down my mouth. 'No, unfortunately. The bastard's always turning it off just when I'm getting near. It can get frustrating. But that's all part of the excitement, not knowing what he's going to do.'
Maisie took a large swig of her drink. I think she was having second thoughts, but I wasn't about to let her off the hook.
During dinner, Simon made a point of putting his phone by the side of his plate and fingering it a few times to turn the vibrator on and off. I squirmed in my seat and told him to stop, but of course he took no notice. Maisie looked from one of us to the other, not quite believing what she was witnessing.
When we'd finished eating and were feeling a bit relaxed from the wine, I told him, 'Sorry, darling, but I forgot to wear my butt plug today.'
'Is that right?' He slowly put his glass down. 'You know what that means, don't you?'
I pretended to look embarrassed. 'I hope you don't intend doing anything about it with Maisie here.'
He stood up and advanced towards me. 'She can see what happens to girls who don't do what they're told. And I think it will do you good to be punished in front of your friend.'
'Oh no,' I said, a fearful tremor in my voice, which was not entirely put on. 'Please don't. Not in front of Maisie.'
'You shouldn't be so disobedient, then I wouldn't have to do this. Come with me.' He took hold of my wrist and pulled me to my feet. I made a show of resisting. 'No, don't.'
Maisie looked concerned. 'What are you doing?' But of course he took no notice, just dragged me to the basement door.
I turned and gave Maisie a wink to show her I was a willing victim. 'Come with me,' I appealed to her pathetically. 'You can make sure he doesn't do anything awful to me.'
He turned on the light and we went down the stone steps to the basement, Maisie following and holding onto her glass of wine for emotional support.
'Oh my God,' she exclaimed as she took in the array of chains, straps, cuffs and restraints hanging from the walls and the various frames and contraptions Simon had either constructed or bought over the last two years.
He sat down and in full view of my speechless friend put me over his knee, lifted my skirt and spanked me on my bottom. 'Ow,' I said dutifully, though it didn't hurt. I felt a tingle of expectation in my groin. Then he yanked my knickers down and spanked me harder on my bare bum. 'Don't,' I pleaded.
He didn't stop. After he'd spanked me half a dozen times he told me to stand up. 'Wet yourself.'
'Please don't make me,' I said pathetically, but all he said was, 'You know you need to.'
So I put my fingers in my mouth then fingered my pussy. To tell you the truth it didn't take much to make me sopping, what with the wine and the anticipation that had been building all through the meal.
'Now bring the punishment chair.'
'The what?' I heard Maisie utter, before she silenced herself with a gulp of wine.
'Make yourself comfortable, Maisie,' said Simon, indicating the couch. 'This will be instructive.'
I pushed my skirt down to cover my nakedness and went to the corner of the room where we kept the special punishment chair. 'Put it here.' He indicated a spot directly in front of the couch on which Maisie now sat.
I wheeled it over and locked the wheels. Simon had strengthened it and added a few extras, but otherwise it looked more or less like a normal dining room chair.
'You know what to do,' he said.
I made one last appeal. 'Please don't make me.'
He ignored me of course. I hitched my skirt and sat on the chair so that my bare bum was on the seat. He took each of my wrists in turn and fastened them to the sides of the seat where he'd attached two straps. Then he did the same with my ankles, strapping them to the outsides of the front legs of the chair. I was therefore held in a sitting position and could only shift myself a little forward and back, but not up or down. Maisie looked on open-mouthed.
Satisfied that I was thoroughly immobilised, he dragged over one of his favourite machines and slid it under the chair, where the top of it just fitted under the seat. Then he slid the seat out to one side, leaving a hole in the centre of the chair, just where my pussy was, so my parts were exposed to the top of Simon's machine.
Bending down he adjusted the machine's position, then plugged it in to a wall socket and held out the controller. 'Would you like to do the honours, Maisie?'
'No!' I exclaimed. 'Don't involve her, please.'
Maisie looked horrified.
'OK, have it your way.' He turned on the controller and the machine started to hum. He pressed a switch and almost immediately I felt the dildo emerge from the top of the machine and slowly drive its way into my slick pussy. God, that moment was almost the best every time.
'What's going on?' asked Maisie, clocking my contorted features.
'Bend down and look,' said Simon.
Maisie bent down and looked under the chair. 'Oh my God, it's fucking you.'
'That's what she gets for disobeying me.'
'Bastard,' I said through my teeth. The dildo was already doing wonderful things inside my pussy, steadily moving in and out. Unlike a human cock it would never tire, never wilt. The thought alone made me as horny as hell. And I was trapped on top of it, helpless to avoid its relentless motion. Fuck.
Maisie took another large swig of wine, her eyes never leaving the moving dildo. 'What's it feel like?' she asked, licking her lips.
'Torture,' I said, trying to look angry but probably only managing ecstatic.
'For that,' said Simon forcefully, turning a knob on the controller, 'you get more.'
'No!' The cock thrusting in and out of me was soon going like a jackhammer. There was no let up and within what seemed like less than a minute I was coming. 'Oh fuck,' I cried, this time for real. 'Fuck, fuck.' My orgasm was relentless, like it always was with the fucking machine. My head fell forward as I tried and failed to raise myself off the pounding cock.
Fortunately, Simon slowed it down and eventually turned it off. I sagged like a rag doll in my shackles.
'Oh my God,' I heard Maisie mutter, 'I can't believe how quickly you came.'
'That'll teach you to disobey,' said Simon. 'Maisie can unstrap you, while I go and stack the dishwasher.'
When he'd gone up the stairs, Maisie undid my straps and I stretched. I felt wonderful, as I always did after a forced orgasm.
'What's it like,' she wanted to know, her eyes bright, 'being made to come?'
'Like nothing on earth. You ought to try it.'
'Oh no,' she said quickly, 'I can't.'
'Go on. There's only me here. Simon'll be in the kitchen for ages. He spends hours tidying up.'
She eyed the chair and the machine uncertainly. I could tell she was dying to try it but was too scared to make the final leap.
'Just sit on it.' I took her hand and led her to the chair. 'Go on.'
She stood nervously fingering the straps. 'What about, you know...' She cast her eyes down her dress.
'Take them off,' I said. 'And make sure you're wet. Otherwise it'll hurt.'
She laughed a little hysterically. 'I'm wet already after your exhibition.' She took her knickers off, then hitched up her skirt and sat on the chair. 'It feels naughty having my parts in the open air.'
'Give me your hands.'
'Oh, I don't want to be strapped down.'
I put a hand into a strap. 'You have to feel helpless. That's the whole point. It's no good if you can just get up any time you like.'
'Alright,' she said doubtfully. 'But don't turn it on, OK?'
I moved it out from under the chair. 'There, you're quite safe.' I proceeded to strap the rest of her down. 'How does that feel?'
'Like I'm helpless,' she said, a little smile finally appearing. I think she was a bit drunk by then.
I bent down to the machine behind her. 'What are you doing?'
'Just giving it a clean,' I said, which was true. I was being hygienic. I spread lubrication on the dildo, just in case she was tight. I pushed the dildo down and slid the machine under the chair.
'Are you ready to try it now?'
'Oh God, have you put it back? I don't know if I can.'
'I thought you wanted to know what it's like being forced to come. Pretend it's Martin torturing you.' (Martin was her husband.)
A nervous smile came to her lips. She was finally getting into the spirit of things. 'OK, I'm ready. But don't turn it up too much.'
'You're in Martin's hands now,' I reminded her in a stern voice. 'You don't get a say in the matter.'
She giggled nervously. 'Oh, no.'
I turned the machine on and the dildo slowly rose and inserted itself into her pussy. 'God, it feels huge.' I let it slowly move up and down a few times so she could get used to it then turned on the vibration control. 'What's that?' she cried.
'Your punishment,' I said in a gruff voice.
'Oh dear,' she giggled. Then her giggles changed to cries of surprise as the vibrating dildo got to work. Her whole body tensed up as she fought to raise herself from the cock. I put my hands on her shoulders. 'Don't fight it. Just relax.'
She tried, but I knew from my own experience how difficult it was. It's impossible to relax when a cock is pounding into you without let-up. Within a few seconds her fists were clenched and she was moaning louder and louder. I was almost worried for her, but excited too. I turned up the speed and within a minute she started screaming. 'Oh fuck, fuck, stop, stop, I'm coming! I'm coming!'
But I kept it on all the while she was coming. When her orgasm finally subsided I slowed the machine to a steady in-out movement then turned it off.
She sagged in the straps. 'God, that was some orgasm. I don't think I've ever had one that intense.' She looked exhausted but satisfied.
I undid the straps and she flexed her wrists and ankles. 'How did you like being forced?'
'I absolutely loved it,' she confessed with a weak smile. 'I only hope I can get Martin to do it.'
A few days later we met for coffee. She seemed a bit down but was chatty enough. We talked of this and that, but I could tell something was on her mind.
'So what do you really want to talk about?' I asked eventually.
'Oh, nothing special,' she said, but I knew better.
'How's Martin?'
'The usual,' she said. 'I do love him of course.'
'But,' I prompted.
And it all came out. About how when they'd made love the last time she'd asked him to be a bit more forceful and how she'd like it if she pretended she didn't want sex and he had to force her. The trouble being that instead of thinking what a great idea it was, he'd laughed and said it was ridiculous. He'd never force her to have sex with him in a million years. He only liked it when she wanted it as much as he did.
'Didn't you tell him you really wanted it and that you'd only be pretending not to?'
'Of course I did. But he just didn't understand. Or didn't want to. After a while I gave up trying to persuade him. Now we just have the usual lovey-dovey stuff. Which,' she added quickly, 'I really like. I mean, I do love him.'
'Of course you do,' I said, putting my hand on hers.
'It's just I keep thinking of that amazing orgasm you made me have on that machine. It's almost like I'm being unfaithful just remembering it, but I can't help it.'
'I don't think you can be unfaithful with a machine,' I said. 'You can always come round and have another go if you're that desperate.'
'Oh no, I couldn't.'
It only took a bit of persuasion to get her to change her mind.
She came one evening a couple of days later. Martin was apparently at his poker club. I'd primed her before that Simon would probably kick things off by finding something to punish her for.
'Like what?' she asked nervously.
'You never know. That's what makes it so exciting.'
I plied her with wine to get her to relax. Halfway through the second bottle Simon said, 'I thought I told you to tell Maisie to wear a black dress this evening.'
'I did,' I lied. 'Honestly.' He'd never mentioned her clothing to me and I'd certainly not said anything to her about it. She was wearing a pale blouse and a short check skirt. Very pretty she looked too.
She looked confusedly from him to me and back again. 'I didn't know. I'm sorry if...'
'It's no good being sorry now,' he said. 'It's too late. Come here.'
She looked at me. I shook my head imperceptibly.
Nervously she took a sip of her wine. 'No, thank you,' she said in a small voice.
'Oh, so it's like that, is it.' He got up, took her by the wrist and pulled her to her feet. He patted my knees. 'Bend over there.'
I don't know who was more surprised, her or me, but I played my usual role. 'I don't want her over me.'
My refusal made her braver. 'Make me,' she said, wriggling ineffectually in his grip. I had to admire her willingness to enter into the spirit of things. But with a quick twist of his hand, he had her bent over my lap, her arm held behind her back. With his other hand he raised her short skirt, revealing a pretty pair of pink knickers. He looked at me. 'You know what has to be done to disobedient girls, so go ahead.'
'Or what?' I said defiantly.
'Or the same thing will happen to you.'
'Let me up,' Maisie said, trying to sound forceful. 'I didn't think you were going to do this.'
'What you think is neither here nor there.' Simon gave her bottom a slap. 'I make the rules in this house.'
He nodded to me and I ran my hand over her bum then slapped it as well.
'I thought you were my friend,' she whined.
'It's no good appealing to me.' I slapped her again, a little harder. 'Simon's right. You have to be punished.'
'But you didn't tell me about the dress,' she said in a small voice.
'Don't make it worse by lying,' said Simon. He nodded at me. 'Obviously more punishment is needed.'
I slapped her a few more times, her cheeks quivering and reddening nicely while she made feeble cries as each blow fell. He removed his hand, so that she was free to get up if she wanted, but she didn't move, which led me to think she was enjoying the treatment more than she was letting on.
Eventually Simon said, 'That's enough. Take her downstairs.'
Obediently I raised her from my lap and led her down to the basement. Simon followed.
'Take her knickers off and put her in the chair.'
Brushing her hands aside I slid her knickers to the floor and we strapped her to the chair, ignoring her protests. Simon adjusted the position of the fucking machine under her naked pussy. 'So you want to be fucked?' He held the controller threateningly.
In a sudden panic she looked from me to him. 'Not in front of you!'
'It's too late to be shy, Maisie,' he said. 'I have to see you get what's coming to you.'
She blushed a bright red and looked pleadingly at me, but I just shrugged helplessly. 'He's in charge. Best do as he says or he'll think of something worse'
'Oh God,' she muttered.
Simon turned on the machine and the dildo slowly rose into her exposed pussy. An involuntary cry broke from her and she tensed against her bindings. She gritted her teeth as Simon set it going slowly in and out, but she couldn't look at either of us. Embarrassment at being fucked by the machine in front of Simon plainly wasn't what she'd expected. I could almost have felt sorry for her if I hadn't known what pleasure awaited her.
The machine slowly fucked her for a while until we were sure she was well lubricated, then Simon turned the controller up a notch. Her fists clenched as the artificial cock speeded up a little.
'Are you going to do what I tell you from now on?' said Simon, putting on his harsh voice. It even scared me a little.
Maisie didn't answer, just kept looking away.
'You're frightening her,' I said.
'Blindfold her then.'
'What?' she said in a panic.
'I can't,' I said, playing reluctant co-torturer. 'She won't know what's happening.'
He sighed impatiently. 'Just do it.'
I took a silk scarf from a drawer and tied it around her head.
'Don't, please.' She turned her head from side to side, but the scarf covered her eyes completely. 'I can't see.'
'Obstinate, isn't she?' he said to me and turned the controller up another notch. The dildo pounded that bit faster into her pussy. A faint 'oh God' escaped her as she tried ineffectually to lift herself off the chair. A sheen of perspiration appeared on her forehead.
Out of her sight, I embraced Simon and kissed him. 'Pretty, isn't she?' I teasingly whispered, hoping he'd say something equally flattering about me.
He shrugged, but I could tell by the way he looked at her that he found her attractive. I felt a twinge of jealousy, though I was probably turned on as much as he was by watching her being fucked.
'Are you going to be obedient from now on?' he asked her in a sinister voice, 'or do you want me to continue punishing you?'
It was an impossible question to answer, as well he knew, but, whether through cleverness or confusion, she gave the right answer to make sure the machine kept on fucked her. 'But I didn't do anything wrong,' she declared between gulps of breath.
'Oh dear,' he sighed. 'In that case I'll have to continue.' He turned up the speed again and the dildo immediately started hammering into her furiously.
'Oh fuck, fuck!'
I squeezed Simon around the waist and kissed him again. It was quite a turn-on watching her being fucked to orgasm and I was looking forward to my turn.
'Oh God, I'm going to come.'
She started coming a few moments later, gasping out breaths and jerking helplessly in her bonds as the merciless dildo pounded into her without let-up. 'Oh fuck, fuck,' she moaned. 'It's too much.' But Simon kept it going for almost a minute, until she was practically screaming for it to stop. Sweat broke out on her forehead and her body twitched uncontrollably as her orgasm pulsed through her. 'Please stop it. I can't stop coming.'
Eventually, when the height of her orgasm seemed to pass, he slowed the machine to a steady in-out movement. She sagged limply in her restraints. 'Oh God,' she mumbled, 'Oh God.'
I found the sight of her post-orgasmic body slumped in the chair, her eyes still bound, a real turn-on. I kissed Simon again and stuck my tongue in his mouth. 'Give her some more,' I whispered in his ear.
'Are you sure?'
'Why not? She's been naughty, hasn't she?'
'What are you two talking about?' came Maisie's nervous voice.
'Nothing,' I said. 'Just relax.'
'Aren't you going to turn it off now?' she asked.
'Not yet,' said Simon. 'I'm just deciding whether you've been punished enough.'
'Oh no.' She tugged desperately against her straps. 'Let me up. Please.'
'That's right,' he said, deliberately misunderstanding her. 'Complain about your treatment. Now you're getting the hang of it.'
'But I really want you to let me up.'
'That's good. The more you protest the more you'll enjoy it.'
'Oh God.' The slow steady thrusting of the machine in her pussy was confusing the poor woman, I could tell. 'Please stop it,' she cried. 'I don't want any more.'
This was almost the exact opposite of what she probably wanted, as I knew from my own experience, so Simon continued to play the game. 'I know. You want to be punished more, don't you?'
'No,' she cried. 'Stop it, please.'
'Oh for goodness sake,' sighed Simon, who was fingering the controls of the machine. 'Perhaps this will keep you quiet.' He nudged the control and the machine's pitch rose a notch. Immediately Maisie gave a cry. 'Oh no, stop it, please.'
'Can't you do anything to keep her quiet?' Simon asked me with a knowing smile.
'What?' Maisie had a genuine note of fear in her voice. 'What are you going to do?' Of course, with the scarf tied round her eyes she couldn't see our smiling faces. We would no more have hurt her than we would have flown to the moon.
'Kiss her,' he ordered me.
I wasn't sure about that and looked questioningly at him. I'd never kissed a woman before and had never fantasized about it. But he frowned. 'Do it,' he said more forcefully. Reluctantly I went round behind the chair and caressed her face and neck. The touch startled her but once she'd realised I was being gentle she relaxed - well, as relaxed as she could be with the dildo relentlessly pounding her pussy. 'What...?' she started, but I silenced her by kissing her on the mouth.
It was almost as much of a surprise to me as it was to her. But her mouth was open to speak so it was pretty straightforward. Her lips were full and soft. Kissing her was weird, especially when she moaned. Though whether that was from my kiss or from the unstoppable action of the dildo I couldn't tell.
Simon took my wrist and moved my hand over her top. With a shock I realised he wanted me to fondle her tits. I resisted. I've never been turned on by other women. But he was strong and eventually I found myself squeezing her tits through her top.
She tried to object, but every time she opened her mouth Simon pushed my head down to kiss her and soon she just had to content herself with guttural moans. Simon unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders and down her arms. She was wearing a pretty bra that set off her tits nicely, but he soon had that undone and forced my hands onto her naked flesh. Pretty soon her nipples were hard under my fingers.
'Please stop,' she mumbled desperately. 'Don't do this, please.' But at the same time she was squirming lasciviously against the motion of the dildo. 'Oh God, it's going to make me come again.'
'Well, we can't have that.' To my surprise he switched the machine off, leaving the dildo slowly withdrawing from Maisie's pussy.
'Oh it's gone.' There was an unmistakeable note of disappointment in her voice.
'Isn't that what you wanted?' he asked, feeling up her naked tits alongside my hands.
'Yes, but...' She didn't know what she wanted, poor thing.
'But what?' asked Simon, pretending to be cross.
'I feel empty,' she confessed, involuntarily pressing her boobs into our hands.
'So what do you want? Do you want more or don't you?'
'I don't know,' she mumbled.
'You want to be forced, don't you? You want to be made to come again.' He squeezed her nipples until she winced.
'Yes,' she murmured in a tiny voice.
'Now you're getting the idea.' He turned the machine on again.
Maisie moaned gratefully as the dildo rose into her pussy again. 'Oh God.' He set it at a slightly higher speed and her moans rose an octave. His hands continued to roam freely over her boobs and nipples. I wasn't sure about him being so familiar with her, but decided it was all part of her 'punishment'. I put all thoughts of jealousy to the back of my mind, especially when he put my hand on the front of his trousers.
I could feel his hard cock inside them and my heart beat that little bit faster. Obediently I unzipped him and pulled it out. He put his hand on the back of my head, so I bent down and licked it and gave it a few strokes.
'Suck it,' he ordered.
I sucked it in, pumping it with my hand at the same time. He gave a low guttural moan.
'What are you doing?' muttered Maisie from behind her blindfold, interrupting her own moans of pleasure from the machine fucking her.
'Give it to her,' he ordered me.
'What?' said Maisie.
'No,' I said, raising my head from his cock. 'I can't do that.' I wasn't keen on letting him be sucked off by my best friend. But he had other ideas. Still with me hanging onto it, he brought it next to Maisie's face then turned her head so that her open mouth was only an inch away from its crown. He leant forward and his cock and her lips met.
'Oh,' she mumbled, but didn't move her face away. After the initial surprise she let it in between her lips. I think as soon as she knew it was a cock she wanted it. For my part I decided to keep hold of it. After all, it was 'my' cock not hers and I needed to keep Simon aware of the fact.
After a while, Simon withdrew it and bent my head down to kiss her again. This time her lips were slack and full and she kissed me back. When he pushed his cock forward again she took it in her mouth willingly, all the time moaning with her growing excitement from the artificial cock in her pussy.
For a while Simon made me pass his cock between her lips and mine, occasionally bending my head so that she and I were both kissing it at the same time or kissing each other. I didn't altogether like it, but it was plainly what he wanted and I didn't want to disappoint him. All the time Maisie was moaning from the pounding her pussy was getting. He turned the machine up another notch and her moans turned to screams, fortunately deadened by the presence of his cock in her mouth.
She started to come then, her screams interrupted by great gulps of air as she tried to breathe around Simon's cock. Her orgasm took her over. Her body tensed in spasms and her fists clenched in their straps. Simon pinched her nipples and her tits heaved. She quivered all over, moaning all the while. It was quite a sight.
Simon didn't allow her time to recover. Even while she was still coming, he kept thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth, aided by my pumping. Then he too was coming. I could feel it jerking in my hand as it spurted his seed into her open mouth. The awful thought went through my head that I was actually helping him come into another woman's mouth, but he didn't give me time to dwell on it. As he was still coming he grabbed my head and gave me a full-on kiss, his tongue lashing with mine while he groaned in the back of his throat.
When they'd both calmed down, he turned the machine down to a low hum. He eased his cock out of her mouth. 'Oh God,' she muttered, licking her lips. 'Where am I?'
'Are you OK?' I asked her, untying the scarf over her eyes. 'Sorry about my husband coming in your mouth,' I added, giving him a disapproving look.
'That's OK.' She smiled exhaustedly through her damp hair. 'I didn't mind.'
Later, after we'd turned the machine off and untied her and she'd walked unsteadily to her car, I said to him, 'So what was that all about, you coming in Maisie's mouth? I can't say I'm enthusiastic about helping you have orgasms with another woman.'
'Don't get cross, darling. After all, we've had two years of indulging your fantasies. I thought it was about time we indulged one of mine.'
There wasn't a lot I could say in answer to that. He had a point. 'Maybe I should be grateful you didn't actually fuck her,' I said.
He kissed me again. 'Next time she comes round I promise I'll devote all the torture to you.'
Somewhat mollified by that thought, I said, 'And no more making us kiss. It's weird kissing my best friend.'
'OK,' he laughed.
'I suppose now you've had your orgasm,' I said grumpily, 'you won't be capable of having another one with me.'
'Unfortunately no. But I'll hold your hand while you have one.'
So I had to be content with being strapped into another one of our basement restraints and having a couple of forced orgasms courtesy of a vibrator while he sucked and squeezed my nipples mercilessly.
When Maisie and I next met we were understandably a bit reticent with each other at first. There were lots of apologies on both sides, though I wasn't quite sure what I was being sorry for. But then our friendship took over again and soon we were laughing and giggling together like usual. We both agreed kissing each other was not something we wanted to repeat. But I told her Simon had promised not to make us do it again, so that was OK.
Needless to say, her husband was still content with their boring sex life and refused to countenance acting out any fantasy Maisie had about being forced to succumb to his desires. For her part, she couldn't get it out of her head. The experiences she'd had with me and Simon had been so amazing she found herself dreaming about the whole thing and worrying that maybe she was in danger of becoming addicted. I was understandably reluctant to invite her round again after what had happened the last time, but then I remembered Simon's promise that I'd be the centre of his attention.
'You can always come round again,' I said. 'The great thing about machines is they don't get tired.'
'Nor expect to be kissed and cuddled and told how wonderful they are,' she added, laughing.
I warned her that she might not get the attention she got the previous times and when she came round a couple of days later Simon was as good as his word. Almost ignoring Maisie after he'd poured us wine, he centred his pretend anger on me. Inventing some reason why I had been disobedient, he tied a collar around my neck to which a chain was fastened and, giving the end to Maisie, told her to lead me down to the basement.
The dog collar was new to me and, though I found it exciting to be led by it, played my part by complaining loudly. Once in the basement, he fixed the lead to a hook on the wall and ordered Maisie to undress me. I wasn't sure about that since, like I said, I'd never fantasised about being with another woman. Though I was excited by what Simon had in store for me, I didn't much like the idea of being stripped naked by my best friend. I mean, we'd seen each other practically naked in the shower rooms after gym, but that was different. And sitting more or less fully clothed strapped to a chair while a machine fucked me from below was one thing; to have my pussy completely exposed while I was being fucked was another.
'No way,' I objected loudly, meaning it.
But of course Simon took no notice and urged Maisie to get on with it. Catching my look she advanced apologetically. 'Don't, Maisie,' I pleaded, but Simon ordered her on. She started unbuttoning my top. I'd chosen not to wear a bra that day, so my tits were soon in the open.
'And the rest,' commanded Simon.
She undid my skirt and it dropped to the floor then, blushing as much as I was, slid my knickers down my legs.
'The stockings can stay.' I'd decided to wear self-grip stockings that day. I knew he liked them. He said they made me look more wanton.
'Good.' He appraised me from head to foot. 'Now you can help me tie her to the frame.'
My heart beat faster. The frame was one of the newest contraptions he'd made. It was essentially two large pieces of wood fixed in an X shape, onto which I could be strapped with my legs and arms spread wide. An extra piece supported my head. He'd used it a few days before to strap me down and fuck me and it had been amazing to come while being so completely restrained. I hoped he had the same thing planned and was already feeling wet at the thought.
It was propped against the wall to begin with but it was also attached to the ceiling in such a way that it could be angled any way he wanted it, either horizontal or perpendicular or anything in between. I pretended to object while he and Maisie got my legs and arms strapped down, but it wasn't long before I was immobile with my arms and legs spread wide and my pussy open, ready and waiting.
He started pulling on the ropes and the frame began to tilt and rise. When it finally stopped I was almost horizontal about three feet off the ground. I couldn't see everything that they were doing from then on, but I heard him say, 'Take it out,' so I assumed she was taking out his cock.
I panicked that he was going to get her to suck it like last time, but I needn't have worried. The next thing I knew, his cock was touching my pussy. He must have been as ready for it as I was, because he didn't spend more than a few seconds rubbing it between my labia before he thrust it into me. God, it felt lovely.
'Don't you dare fuck me,' I protested, acting my part.
He grinned evilly. 'Too late. I already am.'
Being fucked by a live cock while being completely helpless is like nothing on earth. It's much better being at the mercy of something alive than a machine, no matter how unstoppable. He grabbed my hips to stop the frame moving about too much then rammed in and out of me with little finesse. Our pelvic bones smashed together almost painfully, but it was just what I craved: a bit of no-nonsense fucking.
After only a couple of minutes I could feel my orgasm building. 'Bastard,' I muttered between gasps of air, 'You're going to make me come.'
'Yeah,' he responded, beginning to move less regularly with his own growing climax. 'Don't you just love it?'
Then he started to come and that tipped me over the edge too. I couldn't move, which made the orgasm so much more intense. Fuck, yes. And the feeling of his come spurting inside my vagina sent more spasms through me. Straining against my straps I felt helpless with overwhelming pleasure. I could feel perspiration bursting out of me.
A few grunts later and he was finished. He leant forward and gave me a full-on kiss. 'Is that it, then?' I asked challengingly.
'We've only just started,' he said with a sinister grin.
He withdrew his softening cock and stuffed it back in his jeans. I could feel dribbles of his come oozing out of my cunt. I was too satisfied from my orgasm to care.
He went over to where Maisie was standing, struck rigid by what she had just witnessed.
'Now it's your turn.'
Going behind her he quickly unzipped her dress and pushed it over her shoulders. She tried to stop him, but he soon slid it down her arms and onto the floor. In a moment he had her bra and knickers off too, despite her blushing objections. From behind, he fondled her tits then let his hand slip down to her pussy. Naked, she writhed in his grip but he held her firmly. While he fingered her labia, he gave me a challenging stare, as if to say, look what I'm doing with your friend. I didn't want to look, but couldn't tear my eyes away.
He led her to the fucking chair and sat her down. Despite knowing this was what she wanted, I couldn't help feeling a little sorry for her. It was all part of the play-acting, I knew, but he was being quite rough with her and I worried that she might think it was real. In a moment she was strapped down, but instead of manoeuvring the fucking machine to its position beneath the seat, he wheeled the seat with her in it to a position between my outstretched legs, her face only inches from my naked pussy.
'What are you doing?' I demanded, realising too late what he had in mind.
'Be quiet, or I'll gag you.'
He inched the chair closer until I could feel Maisie's breath on my pussy. 'Don't, please,' I heard her desperate voice, almost feeling it on my flesh too.
He took no notice, of course. He fetched the fucking machine and positioned it under the chair. When it was placed to his satisfaction he turned it on. Maisie moaned as the dildo presumably rose into her pussy. He turned it up a notch and I heard a low hum as it proceeded to slowly fuck her.
'Now suck her pussy,' he ordered her.
'I can't,' she pleaded, already a bit breathless from the motion of the dildo inside her.
'Do it,' he said. 'And do it well. I expect you to make her come.'
'Why are you doing this?' I asked.
'I'd have thought that was obvious. It's part of your punishment. You didn't want Maisie to suck me off, so now she gets to suck you instead.'
Before either Maisie or I could answer he put his hands on her head and pushed it forward so that her mouth met my pussy. I groaned with the sensation of the touch of her lips. I didn't care if she was my best friend, having her mouth on my cunt felt glorious. Not only that, but my cunt was full of Simon's come and the thought of her sucking that turned me on enormously. Despite having come so recently I could feel that I was going to have another orgasm soon.
After struggling initially against Simon's hands, Maisie seemed to be getting into it too. Either that or she'd given up resisting her 'punishment'. Judging by the way she opened her mouth and ran her tongue around my lips made me think she wasn't exactly hating it. God, it felt good. I let my head fall back and closed my eyes, the better to enjoy the sensation. She certainly knew what made good cunnilingus.
The hum of the fucking machine increased in pitch as he set it to fucking her faster. I could hear her desperate moans and feel them through my pussy. Standing behind her, Simon pressed her head further forward and I felt her tongue inside me. She definitely knew what to do, even if, like me, she'd never gone down on a woman before. Or maybe she had. Fuck, it felt good.
'That's it, suck her cunt like you mean it,' he ordered her.
I could feel his come disappearing into her mouth from my pussy and the thought pushed my orgasm that much closer. I wanted to press my clit against her mouth, despite her being my best friend, but the straps held me fast. It was torture, but a delicious one.
Her moans got louder as he turned the machine up again, then turned into screams as he turned it up almost as fast as it would go. She started to come then, I could tell, hardly able to breathe while he held her face against my sopping cunt, and that brought my orgasm on too.
'Oh fuck, you're making me come,' I sobbed, wishing I could hold Maisie's head against me as the waves of pleasure radiated from my clit through my straining body. But the straps held me tight and all my efforts produced was sweat from every pore. I seemed to come for minutes and so, it seemed, did Maisie, judging by the trembling of her lips and her muffled cries of release.
Gradually her movements calmed and the noise of the machine subsided. Her lips slackened and I slumped exhausted in my restraints. I felt her face move away and looked up to see Simon unstrapping her from the chair. She stood up unsteadily and waited docilely while he adjusted the ropes holding my frame. He set them such that the frame was almost vertical and that I, still strapped to it, was standing on the floor.
'Now kiss and say thank you to each other,' he said.
Maisie and I looked doubtfully at each other but frankly I think we were both too shattered to object. He led her to me and she leant forward and kissed me. Her lips were full and soft and tasted of my pussy and Simon's come.
'That's it. Kiss like you mean it.'
Judging by the enthusiasm Maisie showed, she didn't need any encouragement and I found myself returning her kiss, letting our tongues meet and explore our mouths.
'Don't forget to say thank you.'
'Thank you,' breathed Maisie with a faint smile.
'Thank you,' I said. 'I didn't know you knew how to do cunnilingus.'
'Nor did I,' she said. 'It was a long time ago.' She kissed me again, long and hard, and it was more like a lover's kiss than a kiss between best friends.
'Are you going to let me up now?' I asked Simon, who had been watching us with interest.
He thought about it. 'No, I don't think so. Not yet anyway.'
He wheeled the chair out of the way and knelt down to the fucking machine. He pushed it so that it was between my parted legs.
'Oh no,' I breathed, knowing full well what was coming.
He extended the rod on which the dildo was fixed until it was just below my pussy and locked it in place. He touched the controller and the artificial cock rose inexorably into me.
'No, please. I can't come any more.'
'Of course you can. He touched the controller again so that the machine started slowly fucking me. I was amazed that I could feel anything by then, but even after two orgasms the hard length of it going slowly in and out was wonderful. Being held helpless and naked in an upright position made it even more so.
He put his arm round Maisie's waist and she leant her head on his shoulder. Together they watched me being fucked, he still fully dressed, she completely naked. By this time I didn't care about having an audience, I was too exhausted and too busy enjoying the slow action of the dildo. He began to fondle her tits and she sighed and closed her eyes. I thought of objecting, but the sensation of the dildo slowly going in and out of my pussy distracted me. I heard a faint moan and realised it was me. He squeezed and stroked her tits for a while then his hand drifted down her body to her pussy. I thought she'd push his hands away - she was my best friend, after all - but she just let it happen. Not only that but she leant against him and parted her legs slightly.
'No, don't.' Even as I said it knew they'd take no notice. I realised that, like the machine slowly fucking me, it was all part of my 'punishment'.
She pressed her body against his hand, plainly wanting more, and when he took her hand and placed it on the front of his jeans, she didn't need telling what to do. She stroked the outside for a while, obviously feeling his erect cock, then undid his belt, unzipped his jeans and pushed them down his legs. She rubbed the bulge in his boxers then lifted the waistband over his cock. Fully erect it fitted neatly into her hands.
'No, that's mine,' I wanted to shout out but couldn't. How could I complain when I was being fucked?
For a long time he fingered her pussy and she stroked his cock then he went and sat on the couch. His cock stood up hard in his lap. Holding her hand he placed her standing facing me, her legs spread either side of his, then lowered her onto his lap. She reached between her legs for his cock and positioned it so that in a moment it had disappeared into her pussy. She sighed with satisfaction, the unfaithful bitch.
But what could I do? Stupidly I thought I might be being unreasonable if I complained. After all, I was being fucked and now they were fucking. It was only fair. Besides, I had to admit it was also a bit of a turn-on watching Simon with another woman, though I never would have dreamt it beforehand. Or maybe it was the fucking machine making me feel that way.
As I watched them, Maisie leant back against him and kissed him. Even I could tell it was a full-on passionate kiss. She was really enjoying his cock in her cunt, moving herself backwards and forwards and putting his fingers over her clit. He looked at me, then said something to her I couldn't make out and handed her the controller of the fucking machine. Oh no.
They both looked at me as she tentatively touched it. I felt the machine respond by speeding up a little.
Don't let her come. Torture her for a while.'
'Oh no,' I muttered, even after my previous orgasms already wanting more.
Looking uncertainly at me, Maisie turned the controller up a notch and I felt the artificial cock move faster in and out of my pussy. I wasn't near coming, but I knew that if it kept to that steady speed I would eventually. As I looked at her pleadingly I saw her grind down on Simon's cock and in turn he lift his hips to meet her. She closed her eyes in pleasure as they fucked in full view. It was almost as if I was watching myself in a mirror. I was enjoying the same sensations she was, except of course I was being fucked by a machine while she was being fucked by Simon.
He drew her attention back to the controller in her hand and she adjusted it again. It slowed almost to a standstill and I almost cried out. Tantalisingly she speeded it again for a few seconds then slowed it again. She obviously knew all about teasing, probably through vibrator practice on herself. After a few minutes of that I was almost crying with frustration. 'Please, please,' I muttered but couldn't think of anything else to say.
Meanwhile they continued to fuck in front of me, Maisie lying in ecstasy back against his chest while he played with her tits and fingered her clit. I didn't know what felt worse, watching them fucking or her fiddling with the fucking machine. But finally she tired of playing with me and set it to a steady speed. It was perfect for me and I knew I would come, even while watching her fuck my Simon.
She dropped the controller beside her on the couch and gave herself over to the thrusting of Simon's cock. I couldn't tear my eyes away. Neither could they, it seemed. As I watched, Simon held my gaze, even turning Maisie's face towards me so that she was watching me too. Part of me couldn't bear the sight of them fucking, but the sensation of the dildo pounding into my cunt seemed to rob me of the power of speech. Soon I was coming again, helplessly jerking and straining in my bonds as the orgasm shook through my body. 'Oh fuck, fuck,' was all I could utter.
Maisie's eyes gleamed as she watched, rising and falling on Simon's lap more rapidly. He grabbed her tits roughly and she cried out. But it only seemed to enflame her. Judging from his expression, Simon was also close and for a moment I was hurt that he would be coming inside my best friend. But the fucking machine was still pounding away and I was still coming myself. I realised that if it carried on I might die from too many orgasms and I think I started screaming then.
But they were far too busy having their own orgasms to worry about me. As I watched through sweaty eyes Simon started jerking in his seat, obviously pumping his seed into Maisie's willing cunt, and she was twitching and moaning in ecstasy. Neither of them had a thought for the controller.
'Please,' I screamed. 'Please stop it. I can't stop coming. I can't stand it.'
Eventually, of course, they did switch it off and I didn't die from too many orgasms. Blushing and unable to meet my eye, Maisie raised herself from Simon's lap and hurriedly dressed. Simon released me from the frame.
'I think that's enough punishment for today.' He gave me a kiss to which I didn't have the energy to respond. I couldn't be bothered to dress, just gathered my clothes, went upstairs without a word to either of them and fell into bed. I was asleep almost immediately so didn't hear Simon come to bed.
In the morning I lay on my back and felt my pussy. Amazingly it didn't feel at all sore, despite everything it had been put through. Evidently it was a part of the body that could take a lot more punishment than I thought. As soon as Simon was awake I confronted him. 'So what do you mean by fucking my best friend? What was that all about?'
He smiled in a rather annoying way. 'I told you before. You've had two years of your fantasy. You can't begrudge me one of mine.'
'My fantasy doesn't involve me fucking anyone else. And I don't like you doing it.'
'You were the one who invited her round,' he answered, even more annoyingly.
'I only wanted her to experience being forced, like on the chair,' I said, fearing I was losing the argument. 'It didn't look to me like you were doing any forcing.'
'That's because it was part of your punishment, not hers. Didn't I say the whole evening was going to be devoted to you?'
'Well, I don't like that kind of punishment. So please don't do it again.'
That was six months ago and, to give him his due, Simon's never fucked Maisie in front of me again. The trouble is he seems to have gone off the idea of fucking me as well. I wear the sexiest clothes, even none at all, and chain myself to the bed and try to get him down to the basement, but none of it seems to work on him anymore. He fucks me occasionally, but I can tell his heart's not in it. I don't know what to do.
I spoke to Maisie about it yesterday. We still meet up for coffee now and then, but not as often as I'd like. She listened to my tale of woe, but instead of holding my hand and letting me cry on her shoulder like she used to, she looked embarrassed and said something stupid like, 'Maybe you need to give him some space.'
Anyway, at least now I know why he doesn't want to fuck me anymore. It's because he's fucking her.
I'm in the basement now. Simon's out. I can guess where. I put the machine in place, pull my knickers off and sit on the chair. I don't see much point in strapping myself in. I imagine Simon and Maisie fucking and think to myself, so what? I can get a far better orgasm from this than any he could give me. I turn on the controller but nothing happens. I press the switch again and again. Still nothing. I'm hopeless with machines and have no idea what might be wrong with it.
I sit there with no knickers on, the useless machine under the chair, a picture of Simon fucking my best friend in my head and start laughing. This, I realise, is real torture.
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