Fourplay
written by:
Otazel

FOURPLAY.

I'm Clair, and this story really begins some months ago when my partner Owen and I were making love, this time with me crouching over him with his cock buried deep in my bouncing pussy. Now that was unusual in itself, because I have always been much more passive than Owen and it was a big change for me to be taking the lead. In fact I got to feel guilty for taking over his role and all of a sudden that guilt translated into a need to be chastised for my presumption. I've never wanted to be spanked before, but I suddenly felt I should have my rear smacked because I was fucking him instead of the other way around.

‘Smack my bottom.' I demanded abruptly. ‘Slap it hard.'

I felt Owen suddenly go rigid beneath me and I thought for a moment that I'd killed his passion, but what I didn't know was that I'd just asked him to fulfil a long held fantasy of his own. With a quick grin of pleasure he released my hips, wrapped one arm around my back to pull me down against his chest and smacked me as hard as he could with the other on my upturned rear. I must admit it hurt more than I had expected, but it also worked better than I had expected too. The thrill that passed through me was out of this world, and I just wanted it again and again. I never thought hurting could be described as delicious - but it can.

‘Keep doing it.' I groaned, ramming myself down on him even harder.

He did exactly that and even from the awkward angle of being underneath me he managed to work it so that each time I raised my bottom, his hand came down on it with surprising force. I gasped aloud with each smack and rode him harder and faster, my orgasm rapidly creeping up on me. At the time I wasn't certain (although I am now), but it seemed to me that his cock got harder and longer as he smacked me as if it was getting to him too. As for me, I loved it, every hot, throbbing, stinging second of it, and when I came I thought I was going to pass out it was that good, especially when I felt him come inside me as well, his cock jerking repeatedly and sending spurt after spurt of cum into my womb.

Afterwards, as we lay in each other's arms in our customary post-coital embrace he asked. ‘You liked being spanked, didn't you?'

‘I loved it.' I felt delightfully embarrassed to admit it, but I couldn't deny it. ‘And you enjoyed doing it, didn't you?'

‘Yes.' He answered simply, waiting silently for a while before adding. ‘I think we'll be doing it again. You'd like that, wouldn't you?'

I smiled and hid my embarrassment by nuzzling into his neck. ‘Yes please.'

That was the beginning of it. It soon became a regular part of our sex life for him to spank me as we played together. Not too much early on, but enough to make me squirm and gasp - and to redden my skin. We enjoyed it, of course we did, both of us, and it tended to become more intense as time went on. At first I would bend over his knee or a chair and he would spank me with his hand before fucking me, usually still bent over. But then we began using other things, like a belt or the back of a hairbrush. That was fine until we realised we'd get an even bigger thrill from using things made for the job. So first we bought a spanking paddle, then a couple of multi-tailed floggers of different designs, and a riding crop, and one or two other bits as well. We moved on to them, and I loved all of it. I know it sounds unlikely, but it is so empowering to have someone trying to hurt you and only succeeding in bringing you pleasure. I'm not sure Owen understood that, but he liked doing it for his own reasons and the main thing is that we both enjoyed it.

The only trouble was that sometimes I would instinctively try and mitigate the force of his smacks by flinching away so that he missed his target. One day he shouted in exasperation that if I didn't keep bent over the damn chair he'd tie me over it so I'd have to. That was the second defining moment. The idea of being tied over the chair and made helpless made my pussy just about flood and my next climax was my biggest ever. I loved the idea that he could spank or fuck me and I couldn't prevent it - not that I wanted to, because by doing that he could make me come by simply spanking me.

From then on the direction of our experimentation changed and we began to try different ways of immobilising me, making it so that there was no way for me to avoid whatever he wanted to do to me. I did trust him, but we instigated a safe word system just to be sure, because then I could happily let him do pretty much anything, safe in the knowledge that I could always stop him if it ever went too far. So far it never has, but the fact that we have a safety net has given me the confidence to submit completely.

Sometimes Owen would simply spank me for no other reason than he wanted to, and sometimes he would play with me, making me squirm and beg for a climax, and then he would spank me for begging. Then on other occasions he would masturbate me by hand until he made me come and then discipline me for being a slut, and then do it all over again. We did all sorts of stuff in all sorts of positions, but my favourite thing by far was when Owen handcuffed my wrists to a couple of rings that he had screwed about three feet apart into a beam in our bedroom ceiling, and then held my legs open with a spreader bar. Then he really could do anything he wanted, because every little bit of me was available to him and deliciously defenceless. He could stroke and fondle me, touch my breasts, play with my pussy, finger me, and do anything else he might think of. It was absolutely glorious. I found everything like that a fantastic turn on and we used it as a kind of foreplay, something that would give me a climax or two before taking us into making love properly. It was never an end in itself, just an erotic lead up to more conventional sex.

Then came another defining moment, the one that took our sex lives down a totally unexpected and far more exciting path. It happened when someone caught us at play. I was bent over the back of a chair with my rear obliquely facing the dining room window when Haydn, one of our friends, peered in and was rewarded by the sight of my naked backside. It was just one of those things, we'd been careless and probably a little bit blasé and we'd not drawn the curtains as we usually did. Owen quickly went to the door and steered Haydn into another room while I made myself decent before joining them. Haydn said he'd knocked on the door and received no reply and that's why he looked in through the windows, and who am I to refute that?

I can't be sure about Owen's, but afterwards my thoughts were continually going back to that episode and wondering just how much of me Haydn had seen and, perhaps more importantly, how much of the scene he had understood. Bizarrely I hoped he had seen and understood everything, as we found out later, he had. I didn't know why, but being seen like that made me feel as randy as hell every time I thought about it and I almost wished Owen had brought him through to see me in the flesh, so to speak. After all, Haydn is an extremely good looking man. It was not so much because I was an outright exhibitionist, but because of the embarrassment of it. The truth was that the thought of anyone knowing how Owen used me was really exciting, and the humiliation of being caught in such a vulnerable and exposed position was wonderful. I even fantasized about someone being there watching during a whole session, right up to me getting fucked. I couldn't get it out of my head and I just knew that I was going to have to talk to Owen about it, and hope he'd understand.

When I did tell him he frowned and went quiet for short while, but then he nodded and smiled. It had, he admitted, been a turn on for him too. He liked the idea that he had inadvertently shown me to another man.

‘What would you want to do if it happened again?' I asked cautiously, the implications raised by the way the conversation was heading sparking all sorts of erotic ideas in my head.

‘Why, would you like it to happen again, deliberately?' He tossed it right back at me.

I took the bull by the horns. ‘Yes, and I think you would too. You'd get a buzz from me exposing myself like that to someone, wouldn't you?'

He looked taken aback for a minute by that assertion, but then he had to acknowledge the truth of it. ‘Yes, I think I would.' He paused. ‘In fact I know I would. But truthfully, would you really like anyone to see you like that, you know, showing everything?'

‘Why not?' I grinned. ‘There are worse things to see.'

Owen just chuckled at that and went into the kitchen, the subject clearly being put in abeyance. It wasn't mentioned again until about a week later and then Owen brought it up with a sudden question.

‘You remember talking about someone watching you?'

‘Yes, I remember.' Of course I did, I‘d thought of little else since and the fact that he had brought the subject up again immediately sent adrenalin rushing through my veins.

‘What if he wanted to do more than just watch?'

I gasped with surprise at that. ‘You mean what if he wanted to touch me as well?'

‘Yes.' He answered simply. ‘Would you like that?'

‘I don't know.' I answered, feeling a little scared. ‘How far would you want him to go?'

‘As far as you're prepared to let him.' He replied, his eyes trying to read my thoughts, wondering perhaps what my reaction would be.

‘How far do you want me to let him?' I threw it back just as he had earlier.

‘All the way. Anything he wants to do. You could let him use you however he likes.'

‘Anything?' I repeated in a whisper, my mouth suddenly dry at the thought of what he meant.

‘If you'd like him to, yes.' He told me. ‘How about I tie you to the ceiling rings and give him full access?'

‘Full access?' I repeated. The adrenalin hit from that thought made me physically wobble. ‘For everything?' My mind was doing somersaults coming to terms with what he meant, but I could feel myself lubricating at the thought of it. ‘Yes. All right, but are you sure?'

‘Oh yes.'

‘What's brought this on all of a sudden?' I asked, still in shock but feeling unbelievably excited at what he was proposing.

‘I'll tell you in a moment, but I've got to ask you something first.'

‘All right.' I answered, curious about what he had in mind and hoping it was something else just as stimulating.

‘What if it's a couple?'

That stopped me dead. I shook my head emphatically. ‘No, I'm not into women.' Actually that wasn't totally true, I had sometimes wondered what it was like, but never enough to want to do anything about it.

‘I didn't mean she would be for you. I meant she would be for me.'

‘Fucking hell!' I stared at him wide eyed, my sudden use of such an expletive expressing my amazement. ‘Are you on about wife swapping?'

‘In a way, I suppose I am.' He paused. ‘I mean for me to be able to do to his partner whatever he can do to you.'

I stared at him wide eyes whilst my brain digested what was involved.

‘It's only fair after all.' He said.

It was, I knew it was, but it still took me a few minutes to accept it. ‘All right.' I told him. ‘So long as we're all in the same room. I want to see what you get up to.' That much was true; the thought of actually watching him with someone else was beginning to get me going even more.

‘And.' I added after thinking about it for a moment or two. ‘So long as the couple are chosen by both of us.'

‘I don't think that will be a problem.' He chuckled.

‘You've got someone in mind, haven't you?' The light was beginning to dawn. ‘All right, who?'

‘You asked what brought this conversation on?' He reminded me. I nodded. ‘Well, a couple of days ago I ran into Haydn. It's the first time I'd seen him since - well, since you know when.'

He paused as if wondering if he could continue.

‘When Haydn saw you bent over like that he guessed what we were doing. He could tell because he does the same with Leah. They're into what we're into.'

‘What, they like that sort of thing too?' I gasped in surprise, that was something I'd never thought about them. But then I suppose they hadn't thought of us doing it either. ‘So you're thinking of asking them?'

‘Well, no. I don't have to. Haydn's already asked me if we'd be interested in having a joint session.'

‘What did you say?' I was still astounded, but I was already hoping.'

‘I said yes, so long as you agreed.'

‘I agree!'

Thinking about it later I wondered if I should have been a little more reticent, not that it would have made much difference to the outcome, but maybe I looked a little bit too eager?

‘You know what you're agreeing to, don't you?' He asked. ‘You'll be expected to let someone else do anything they want to you, and their preferences might be very different to mine.'

‘I know.' I assured him. ‘But maybe it's time I stretched myself in that department. They say that all experience is good experience.'

‘So long as you're sure.'

I nodded my consent. There was little point in asking Owen if he agreed. The bulge in his jeans answered that question. I left it to Owen to make the arrangements, all I wanted to know was when, and then it couldn't come soon enough. It seemed ages before the agreed evening came and they were sitting opposite us engaging in stilted small talk while we all wondered how the session would play out.

I've always found Haydn and Leah to be a nice, friendly couple and very easy to get along with. They sort of straddle our age group, he's perhaps a year or two older than us and Leah is about three or four years younger, maybe in her mid twenties. She is tall, taller then me by a good inch or so, and with a fuller, more solid figure, dark hair and brown eyes and a smiling, happy face; all in all she's a very attractive girl. Haydn is just as good looking, but in a very different way. He's Mr Average in terms of weight, height, build, colouring, and so on, all unremarkably mid range, but what makes him stand out is his roguish smile and confident bearing.

While we were sitting and talking Owen went upstairs for something and shortly after that Leah needed to use the bathroom. But when she came down she was grinning from ear to ear and obviously bursting to say something. We all looked at her expectantly.

‘Your bedroom door was open.' She began. ‘And I couldn't help but glance in as I went past.'

I didn't quite believe the "couldn't help but glance" bit, but then I'd have sneaked a peek too in her place. Obviously Owen had left the bedroom door open and I had a feeling I knew what was coming next. I remembered that we'd left our cuffs fixed firmly to the rings in the ceiling and then I wondered if Owen had gone upstairs purposely to open the bedroom door.

‘You know those things you have fastened to the beam? That's exactly what I keep asking Haydn to do.'

‘Leah is submissive.' Haydn explained, rather needlessly in the circumstances. ‘She loves to be told what to do, and disciplined if she fails. But I guess she'd not on her own in that, is she?'

I went red, but otherwise both Owen and I chose to ignore the obvious reference to how he first saw me.

‘Is that what you would use them for?' Owen asked Leah, hurriedly moving the conversation on.

‘Yes, for Haydn to fasten me to when he needs to punish me.' Leah answered for them both. ‘Then he can flog both my front and my back.'

‘Don't you have anything like that?' Owen asked.

‘Not yet.' She giggled. ‘I have to lean on the wall with my legs apart when I do anything wrong, but then he can only strike my back and bottom.'

‘Where would you like him to hit you?'

‘Anywhere, all down my front would be good, especially my tits, and maybe even on my pussy.'

I thought that a little bit severe, but who were we to decide what the right thing was? I thought our playful use of ceiling rings was sexier than using them purely for punishment, but maybe Leah enjoyed pain more than I did. It's whatever floats your boat, as the saying goes, and I must admit I had occasionally wanted Owen to take me further down that road myself. It seemed I was more passive than Leah was; I enjoyed having things done to me while she enjoyed being made to do things. Similar but different. I looked at Owen with an eyebrow raised, silently asking if he was thinking the same way. He nodded briefly. We were game if they were.

We had a couple more drinks and chatted for a while about our inclinations and how nobody tended to talk about such things. We agreed that it was good to meet someone else who thought the same. We told each other how we'd come to find out what we liked, we'd both kind of drifted further into it without intending to, and then we began to discuss just what we did like, and it got a whole lot more personal and revealing. For instance it seemed that Leah liked having her tits slapped. Now that wasn't something we'd ever tried, it just hadn't occurred to us, but it sounded good to me and was added to my mental to try list, along with her taste for having clothes pegs, "clothes pins" she called them, fastened to her nipples and labia. We'd not thought of using them, instead we'd laid out cash on proper clamps. From the other way around, we told of our fondness for bending me over the back of a chair and strapping my ankles to its legs while Owen fucked me with whatever he had to hand. Leah asked me what sort of things we had used and when I told her everything from a cucumber to a coke bottle.

‘You can do that to me if you want.' She told Haydn, her voice getting thick with arousal.

‘What do you make Leah do?' Owen asked Haydn, perhaps wondering if he could get me to do similar.

Well, they told us, Haydn would sometimes make her leave her underwear off when they went out, and then get her to "accidentally" catch her skirt up as they walked down the road so that anyone near got a peek underneath. She said that she went as red as a beetroot but got as excited as hell. Then, when they got home, he'd punish her for showing off, and that would get them both horny enough to fuck. Another thing he would tell her to do, although not yet in public, was to masturbate while he watched. Neither were things that I'd enjoy, although on reflection I'd get a kick out of someone watching while Owen masturbated me. I'd hide my face in shame whilst he did it, but I'd also come like an express train. As I said, I liked to be made use of rather than instructed. Our inclinations were close, but not identical.

Then Owen picked up on Haydn having Leah masturbate while he watched her. ‘Have you ever let anyone else watch?' He asked them.

‘Not yet. Though Leah says she wants to.' Haydn replied, making my stomach lurch from the implied possibility. ‘That might be one of the reasons we're here.'

‘Then it's time we did something about it.' Owen told him, starting things off at long last. ‘But before we do, we have a safe word, and we'd like you agree to use it too, that way we'll all be sure things won't get carried too far.

We told them what it was and they agreed that if anybody used it, everything would stop instantly.

‘Are there any other limits?' Haydn asked.

‘None, we don't need any limits if we have a safe word.' Owen told him, looking at me for concurrence.

‘No limits.' I agreed, the words making my stomach flutter. ‘Shall we go up to the bedroom? Every thing we'll need is up there.'

‘Including cucumbers?' Leah quipped, deliberately killing off any remaining anxieties.

‘I think we used the last one.' I joked back, looking hard at Owen's crotch. ‘But I bet we can find something else growing.'

There was only one more hurdle to overcome when we got upstairs and Haydn promptly cleared that one out of the way.

‘Now you've been on about showing yourself off, so take your things off and show our friends your wares.' He commanded Leah.

There was no hesitation on Leah's part; she immediately began to pull her top over her head. The two men sat on the two chairs that we keep in the bedroom while I stood and hesitated, not quite sure what to do.

‘I think you should do likewise, don't you?' Owen quietly prompted me.

I stood up, but I was not quite as decisive as Leah even though I wanted to be naked and get started, and it took me a moment or two before I began to undress. But once I'd got going the excitement kicked in and, with a dry mouth and a heart that was trying to hammer its way through my ribs, I very quickly stripped off and tossed my last item to one side only seconds after Leah.

The men had made no effort to undress and it was clear that they intended to remain clothed, but that served only to heighten the strange but exciting experience of being naked in an unmistakably sexual sense in the presence of other people. It was embarrassing and uncomfortable, but not unpleasantly so, even when Haydn issued his first instruction to us both.

‘Give us a twirl girls; let's get a look at you.'

I looked at Owen for confirmation that I should obey and when he nodded I raised my hands above my head and did as I was asked, seeing Leah doing the same beside me. It was a hell of a thrill to let both men see me from all sides, and judging by her smile Leah felt the same. I must admit that perhaps she had more reason to smile; her boobs were bigger than mine.

‘You have a beauty there.' Haydn told Owen, looking approvingly at me.

‘I know.' He replied, making me preen. ‘And so have you.' His eyes wandered up and down Leah's nude form.

‘You can have her, if you want her.' Haydn told him, making Leah's eyes widen in surprise.

‘Thank you, I will. And you likewise with mine.'

I felt a surge of excitement run through me at his words. He really had meant no limits.

Haydn turned to Leah. ‘Right, you said you wanted someone to watch you get off. Well now's your chance.' He pointed to the bed.

I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do while that happened and so I looked at Owen for guidance, and he indicated a spot on the carpet alongside his chair. For a moment I wondered what he wanted, but then I understood and I knelt beside him, sitting back on my haunches while he rested a possessive hand on my head. We'd never done that before, we'd always been too busy ourselves in the bedroom, but for some reason in the present company it seemed only right. I was his after all.

I couldn't remember Leah saying that she wanted to be watched; in fact I remembered it being Haydn. But she didn't protest, even though she looked a bit surprised, instead she climbed onto our bed, spread her legs and simply began to masturbate. I watched quietly, feeling embarrassed for her.

At first she just played softly with herself, using two fingers to rub up and down between her labia, but then, as she got more used to the idea of being watched, she began to rub her clitoris more confidently, her eyes going from Haydn to Owen as she started to enjoy their attention.

‘Wider please.' Haydn instructed her, nodding in satisfaction as she bent her knees to spread her legs as far as she could.

I'd never seen a woman masturbate before, and certainly not in my home. I was conscious that this was a friend of mine and Owen's, and that gave me the strangest feeling, part arousal and part anxiety. I am not gay, but that didn't stop me getting more turned on than I already was by the sight of Leah playing with herself on my bed. I wondered how I would feel sleeping there later on, knowing what had happened.

It didn't take long before Leah came. She wasn't particularly expressive or loud, just making a series of little moans and grabbing at the duvet with her free hand as she orgasmed, but I found it surprisingly exciting, perhaps because it was so against the conventional rules to see someone pleasuring themselves.

‘Good girl.' Haydn praised her as she slumped back breathing heavily. ‘You did me proud.'

I thought she'd done herself proud by being able to perform to her audience, but I didn't feel it was my place to say so.

‘Can we see if Clair can do as well?'

I heard Haydn's voice through a mist of sudden apprehension. Surely they didn't want me to masturbate for them. I looked up at Owen in alarm, but he nodded and pointed to the bed. My heart sank. I knew then that I would have to try and do it, but I had no idea how.

Leah rolled away and climbed from the bed as I climbed reluctantly on to take her place. I didn't mind arranging myself so that they could see me, all of me I mean, because that felt extremely erotic, but I found myself struggling to actually touch myself. I put my hand between my legs and over my pussy, but it seemed to baulk of its own accord at actually doing anything. I tried several times to rub myself, but my fingers simply made a couple of passes over my clit and ground to a halt again. It was as if I had no control over them.

‘You do know how to do it, don't you?' Haydn asked sarcastically.

I nodded, my fingertips once more finding my clit, but before I'd done more than rub myself a dozen times, tears were streaming down my cheeks. I felt such a failure. All Owen and Haydn wanted me to do was bring myself off, something I'd done countless times before without an audience, but I couldn't.

‘Would you like it to be done for you?' Owen asked.

I nodded eagerly. I could do that, submit to his fingers rubbing me off, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it myself.

‘But I think you need to be punished for disobedience first, don't you?'

I nodded again. I couldn't argue, I did deserve it.

‘Go and stand under your rings.'

Normally we use our ceiling rings for erotic play, but Leah had talked about using them for discipline and I guessed Owen had decided to try it. I went and stood beneath them and waited until he came and fastened my wrists into the cuffs. It felt surprisingly erotic, standing there naked and defenceless, arms held above me, waiting to be spanked in front of other people.

Owen turned and went to our play cupboard while I watched helplessly, already breathing harder with anticipation. He took out our spreader bar, then our riding crop and a couple of floggers, and then a spanking paddle. My eyes must have been getting wider with alarm at this arsenal. He brought the spreader across and fastened it to my ankles, leaving everything else on top of the cupboard. Now I was standing with my legs wide apart, my arms fastened above me, just waiting for him to punish me while the others watched, or so I thought.

‘Can I borrow Leah?' Owen asked Haydn.

‘Yes, of course.' Haydn answered, turning to his wife. ‘Leah, you are to obey Owen as you would me.'

‘Yes Sir.' She told him, looking to Owen for instruction as I wondered what he had in mind.

‘Leah, you say you enjoy having your breasts slapped?' Owen told her. ‘I want you to show me how.' He raised one hand to indicate me.

Leah came and stood in front of me, her face expressionless. She raised her hand and I began to wriggle in my bonds, shaking my head in disbelief. How could Owen do this to me?

‘Half a dozen should do, I think.' He instructed. ‘Three to each.'

Her hand moved. It wasn't the sort of slap that I expected and such as I usually received on my bottom, but instead it was a passing swipe, the palm and fingers of her hand striking my breast on their way past, but it was full force and Jesus it hurt. It stung like crazy, making me gasp with the sudden pain. She did it again, her other hand, my other breast, just as hard and just as painfully. If I'd thought another girl would be gentler on such tender flesh, I was wrong. By the time she had administered all six my breasts were throbbing and even my nipples were hurting madly.

But all through it, apart from sudden gasps as each slap struck, I had managed to take my punishment without letting it show how much it actually hurt me - or how much it turned me on. I had been tempted to pull back, to flinch away each time her hand began its swing, but I just stood there and took it, revelling in my punishment and biting my lip to stay silent.

‘She takes it well.' Haydn stated.

‘Yes.' Owen agreed. ‘But let's see what she makes of what's next.'

I'd more or less hung on my cuffs, panting for breath, but his words brought my head up with a jolt. I looked at him apprehensively; convinced that he was intending to flog me. I was wrong.

‘Leah, pick something from the top of the chest and use it on Claire as you like it to be used on you.'

My eyes shot around, just in time to see Leah nod and walk over to the cupboard. Her choice was the riding crop. I shuddered anxiously; I already knew what that felt like on my bottom. But once again I'd got it wrong.

Leah stood in front of me once again, looking me up and down in thought, and then reached out, holding the end of the crop between my legs. For one desperate moment I thought she was about to whip my pussy, but then she started to flick it sharply from side to side, lightly striking the insides of my thighs.

At first it was quite enjoyable, a sharp tingle each time it met my inner thigh, but as the sting built up it hurt more and more until I was wriggling and squirming in my restraints, gasping and panting, involuntarily spreading my legs as wide as I could, even though I knew it simply gave Leah more room to swing her crop. She worked her way up and down the tender flesh inside my legs in an unremitting, merciless sequence that had me pulling at my cuffs, my fists clenched, writhing, struggling to be free, anything to find relief from the fire in my thighs.

‘Enough.' Owen's voice brought it to a welcome stop. I hung on the restraints, head hanging, trembling from my punishment.

‘Put the crop back.' He instructed Leah. ‘And then go back and stand in front of her.'

She did as she was told, her breathing a little heavier than before. I wondered if that was from effort or arousal, and hoped it was from effort.

‘Just check for me please. Is she wet?'

Instinctively I tried to slam my knees shut against her, but the spreader bar did its job and her hand felt its way between my legs. I knew what her answer would be; I could feel myself slippery against her fingers.

‘She is wet.' Leah announced, embarrassing me with those few words.

‘Good. So now I think it's time she was made to climax.'

I looked at him expectantly.

‘Leah. Bring her to climax, please. Do it however you like, but make sure she comes.'

Even Leah looked at him in amazement. I just hung there shaking my head once more. How did he expect me to come from a woman's touch? It was degrading, especially after what I had just been through, but maybe humiliation was what he had in mind. Whatever it was, I wasn't in the position to prevent her, I literally couldn't do anything to stop her, but, I decided, I could simply endure it. I would simply stand there, let her do whatever she wanted to me without complaint, and simply refuse to come.

Leah stood and looked me up and down as if accessing her options, while I stood fastened in my vulnerable starfish position and stared at her defiantly.

‘Claire doesn't look too keen.' Haydn grinned.

‘She'll cope.' Owen told him. ‘She can always say the safe word if she wants to back out.'

‘Remember.' He addressed Leah. ‘If you can't make her come, or if you take too long, you'll both be punished for non-compliance.' He must have seen my rebellious look as well.

Leah glanced at him and then stood gazing at me for what seemed like ages, but then she stepped forward and cupped my breasts in both hands. At first she just stood there, taking the weight of my breasts in her palms and stroking them with her thumbs. It was a pleasant feeling, I can't deny it, but I was being fondled by a woman and that made it hard to enjoy. I looked over her shoulders, both men stood watching, saying nothing but clearly fascinated by the sight. I just gazed impassively back at them, until Leah leaned forward and blocked my view.

‘I don't fancy you.' She whispered softly. ‘But I've been told to make you climax, and I will.'

She moved back and I looked into her face, seeing her raise an eyebrow in question. I nodded once quickly without speaking, acknowledging my understanding and relaxing my defiance. In a strange way it helped to know that she didn't really want to be doing it and that she would do the most arousing job she could simply to get it done with. I'm pretty sure that the thought of punishment for failure didn't come into it for her, just the wish to obey.

I would have to let it happen. If I could come, I would. A hand was just a hand, or so I convinced myself, no matter who it belonged to. Perhaps I could just enjoy her touch and take whatever pleasure it brought, after all, the thumbs still stroking my breasts were not particularly distasteful.

Then she moved. One hand remained on my breast, still stroking it but now squeezing it gently as well. Meanwhile her other hand began to wander, not going anywhere very personal, just roaming over me, caressing and stroking me as it went. It went up to my neck, fingertips stroking the line of my chin, around my ears and then back down over my throat before heading along my arm, over onto my shoulder and then up the outside, touching very, very softly, until it encountered the cuff that held me, and then down the inside, trailing fingertips under my armpit and back onto my breast, to be replaced by the other hand doing exactly the same to my other arm. It was nice, but it was so out of context. I had expected her to aim for my pussy and start playing with me. How did she expect stroking my arms would make me come? Nevertheless, it was enjoyable, the soft gentle touching from the same hands that had inflicted such cruel pain.

Now she was stroking my sides and my belly, both hands, one on each side, roaming a zigzag route from my breasts to my hips and back to cup my breasts once more. She repeated it, gentle fingertips making the skin of my belly ripple beneath their passing. Her hands went around my back, duplicating her movements on my front but stepping closer to me in order to reach, letting her hard nipples and soft breasts press against mine as she reached for my spine. Up and down wandered her fingertips, taking in the top curve of my bottom, trailing over my hip bone to meander around to the front. She stepped back, one hand returning to my breast to trace circles around my nipple, while the other stroked me from my navel to the beginnings of my pubes. She was teasing me, almost challenging me not to like her touch. I did like it, how could I not, even though she was of my own sex?

She stepped back as if admiring her work, and then walked around behind me, her hands sliding under my arms to cup my breasts from behind. Now I could feel her engorged nipples pressing into my back, hard buttons backed by soft flesh. Her hands were playing with my breasts, fondling them, moulding them, and squeezing nipples still slightly tender from the mauling they had endured before.

‘You're taking too long.'

Owen's voice brought me back to reality. If he or Haydn considered I hadn't climaxed quickly enough we would be subject to more punishment, and Leah was taking her time. Was it deliberate, I wondered, did she want to be disciplined. I couldn't do anything about it. I looked at Owen and Haydn, my eyes going from one to the other as Leah played with me. They were staring back, their eyes wandering over my body, taking in my nakedness, getting pleasure from my helplessness. I could see the lust in their eyes. They were enjoying seeing Leah playing with me, all they wanted now was to see her make me climax. I stared, trying mutely to let them know that it wasn't my fault. I would come for them now, if she'd let me.

How different that thought was from the defiant refusal to be aroused that I had first espoused. But her hands were magic and I couldn't help but enjoy her touch. I sighed with hopeful pleasure, I couldn't help it. I wanted to be touched.

Perhaps she heard my sigh and understood that I was ready now, or perhaps she actually wanted to avoid punishment, but whichever it was she released one breast to let her free hand trail down my front, across my stomach and once more stroke along the fringes of my pubes.

I sensed that she was staring at our menfolk as she played with my body, enjoying letting them see her hand lifting and squeezing my breast, and her fingertips stroking round and round my stomach from navel to pubes. They could see that she was having an effect on me, I was beginning to breathe heavily and I knew my eyes held that bright intensity that comes with arousal. Finally, at long last, her fingers traced over my bush reaching down towards my pussy, and I felt a tiny smile flit across my mouth.

Her fingertips found the very top of my cleft, rubbing just above my clit, but she couldn't reach any more. For a minute or so she tried reaching further around me, straining to touch me with her other hand around me from the other side and holding my breast, but then she gave up and moved her hand away. It just wasn't possible from right behind me.

But it was possible from the side. She took a step or so sideways and reached around me again, and this time her fingers found my slit more easily, searching for and discovering my clit. I gasped aloud as she began to rub me, then I let my eyes close and surrendered to the sensation.

Her free hand, unable now to reach my breast, had rested at the base of my spine as if to steady me, but after a minute or two she let it slide down, her fingers descending into my crack, gliding over my anus. I knew where she was headed, and I didn't mind. With my eyes closed I didn't have to think about who was doing it to me. But moments later my pleasure was shattered.

‘Have you got a strap-on by any chance?' I heard Haydn ask Owen.

‘No, it's not something we've ever needed.' Owen answered. ‘Why?'

‘Shame, I would like to have watched Leah fuck her.'

My eyes shot open and I had a sudden fruitless urge to slam my legs shut. There they were, still fully dressed, watching me being played with by another naked girl and calmly discussing the possibility of involving us both in an overtly lesbian act, as if what we were doing wasn't enough! The trouble was that, deep down, I knew I'd have to let her do it to me if they wished, and I also knew I was enjoying the thought that they might want me to do it. My boundaries were being pushed hard and to my surprise I found I couldn't, and didn't, object.

‘Use your fingers inside her.' Haydn ordered Leah, apparently settling for her finger fucking me as a dildo wasn't on hand.

She stooped slightly and two fingers explored my pussy from behind, easily finding my wet and slippery entrance and sliding inside me. I couldn't hold back a gasp of satisfaction. She began to thrust into me, two fingers rubbing my clit in time to the two that plunged in and out of my hole. Soon I felt an embryonic orgasm building inside me and I knew that, for the first time in my life, another girl was going to make me come, and in front of our partners too. There was nothing I could do to stop it and nor now did I want to. One thing I was sure of, it was going to be a good one. It Leah could sense this too, for she smiled at me and rammed her fingers in harder and faster. I still felt humiliated that a woman could make me come, but I was soon beginning to gasp and squirm as it got nearer and nearer, until finally I forgot all about who was doing it and who was watching, and just surrendered myself to my climax.

It was a good one, in fact it was more than just good - it was fantastic. I jerked and shuddered under her fingers, calling out, moaning and gasping, my hands turned to claws that clutched at my restraints as the power of my orgasm swept through me. When it finally subsided I hung from my rings, happy to have come and, to my own amazement, wanting to do it again. Leah let her hands rest on my pussy for a moment or two, one from the front and one from behind, but then, almost regretfully, she gently took them away and straightened her back.

‘Now, you could have done that yourself, couldn't you?' Owen asked as my breathing began to return to normal.

‘Yes.' I nodded.

‘In fact you should have done it yourself, shouldn't you?'

‘Yes.' I admitted.

‘But Leah had to do it for you, didn't she?'

I didn't answer.

‘No, you can't answer, can you.' He went on. ‘And nor can she for taking so long to perform that simple task. I think you both deserve to be punished, don't you?'

‘Yes.' It was Leah who answered, confirming, as if it were necessary, that she had masturbated me so slowly on purpose.

I looked at Owen, dreading what he was going to say and yet wanting to hear it.

‘Shall we bend them over the chairs?' Owen asked Haydn.

My heart jumped. I wanted him to say yes, my arms and the muscles in my thighs were aching from my time attached to the rings, but not only that, maybe I'd get some male attention now. For all that she was a woman and I‘m not into women, Leah bringing me off had only served to make me feel even randier. Now I needed a cock. But it seemed I wasn't going to get one just yet.

‘No, we can do that in a bit. I'd like to see them tied to the ceiling rings first.'

‘There's only one set of rings.' Owen reminded him as I swallowed my disappointment. Bent over, smacked and fucked would have been so much better.

‘I know, but we can fasten them face to face.'

Owen thought about that for a moment or two, and then. ‘Yes, I can go with that. I've got some bondage tape, so we can tape Leah to Claire.' It sounded a little scary, but curiously exciting.

While Owen went across to find the tape Haydn came and stood in front of me. For a moment he just looked me in the eye, but then he casually reached forward and grabbed my breasts, one in each hand. I didn't want to stop him even if I could, I could feel my nipples harden under his palms. For a minute or two he squeezed and massaged them, before he gripped my nipples between finger and thumb and pulled on them hard until they slipped free. It hurt, but it was nice.

He smiled and leaned forward. ‘Nice tits.' He whispered in my ear. I stared at him, taken aback but strangely pleased by the compliment. I'd thought Leah's were better. ‘I'm going to fuck you.' He added casually, moving away and leaving me dumbstruck.

Owen flashed me a quick smile as he came back, and I wondered if he'd heard Haydn's remarks. Not that it mattered, he'd already promised that Haydn could have me, and I wasn't going to object.

‘Let's get the other one fastened up too, then.'

‘Yes.' Haydn agreed. ‘Stand in front of Clair, and facing her,' He ordered Leah.

She did as she was instructed without hesitation, standing right before me so that our breasts almost touched. I couldn't help it, even after what had happened I instinctively swayed away as much as my bonds would allow.

‘Don't be silly, stand together.'

I moved back as Leah shuffled forwards until we were face to face with her nipples now pressed onto the top of my breasts.

‘Raise your arms and hold Clair's hands.'

My wrists were through the cuffs, but it was easy for us to hold hands while Haydn wrapped tape securely around our wrists to hold us together. He squatted down beside us.

‘Spread your legs.'

She did as he asked, but obviously not to his satisfaction. He swatted her backside hard, making her gasp and jerk forward, her entire body pressing briefly against mine and giving me a hint of what was to come.

‘Wider.' He told her. ‘Put your feet outside of Clair's'

This was where her extra couple of inches in height counted, for she was able to spread her legs wide enough to do as she was told with her hands still firmly taped to mine. It was only the work of a minute to tape our ankles together and then we were both held firm, legs and arms in the same vulnerable star position.

‘That's good.' He stood up and backed away, standing to admire his handiwork again.

Now Owen walked around behind me looking thoughtful. I had no idea why until I sensed him squat down. Then I felt a hand fumbling between my legs and I gasped as I felt a sudden sharp pain in my clit as if it had been gripped hard by someone or something. The hand went away but the pain didn't, in fact it felt as though Owen was tugging at whatever he had clamped to me. It wasn't until Leah jerked suddenly and grunted in pain that I realised what had happened.

We had recently bought a gold chain with nipple clamps at each end which he attached to my nipples and then hung a weight on. I loved the throbbing discomfort of the clamps and the constant reminder of the swinging weight. What he had done this time was attach one clamp to my clit and another to Leah's so that we were connected by the weighted chain. Now he too stood and walked around us, smiling at his idea.

‘They're ready now.' He told Haydn. ‘How do you think we should chastise them?'

‘I think these would be ideal.' Haydn picked up the two floggers from the top of the cupboard and handed one to Owen, then he moved to stand behind me instead of Leah. I just had to hope he wasn't too cruel, although we still had our safe word get out clause. Owen now went and stood behind Leah.

‘Here goes.' Leah whispered, sounding exactly as I felt, both scared and excited.

I saw Owen nod across me to Haydn and immediately the first stroke landed on my back. It hurt, it hurt a lot, making me gasp and jerk forward just as Owen struck Leah to make her do the same. Our bodies collided, soft flesh bumping into soft flesh. Another stroke followed with the same result for both of us, then another, and another, and then it was clear that both men were speeding up, blows landing in increasingly rapid succession. Soon they were simply whirling the floggers round and round so that we were hit each time it passed in an endless succession of strokes, with each man working his way up and down our bodies from our shoulders to the backs of our thighs and back again.

They were not hard stokes individually, but as with the riding crop used on me earlier, the accumulation quickly began to tell. Soon we were gasping and squirming, instinctively pushing forward and wriggling to try and mitigate the effects. All we did was to make the punishment more erotic, just as had been intended I suppose, with Leah's body moving against mine, our nipples rubbing together and our clit clamps tugged and pulled by the swaying weight. I could soon hear Leah panting in my ear, and I could tell it wasn't all from the pain of our punishment.

‘Oh my god.' She whispered hoarsely. ‘I'm going to come.'

‘I think I might too.' I nodded in agreement, feeling a wonderful sensation forming behind the discomfort.

‘Oh my god.' She repeated, loudly this time, letting everyone know what was happening. I felt her grip my hands in hers, tightening as her climax swelled. ‘Oh my god, I'm coming.'

Her orgasm was much more animated than before, she cried out loud, hissing the word "yes" between gasps and cries of pleasure and pain as Owen continued to flog her. Now, instead of wriggling and squirming, she thrust forward rhythmically with her hips in an imitation of sex when each wave of pleasure hit her, driving herself at me, her pubic bone grinding into mine as I jerked forward from my own chastisement. That was a little bit too girl on girl for my comfort, though I'd be lying if I said it was repellent, or even unpleasant. It didn't kill my arousal but it probably held me back, or else I would possibly have come too. I wanted to, and maybe I could have done otherwise.

The trouble was that I wasn't given the chance to catch up again, because as soon as her orgasm had peaked, Leah slumped against her bonds, her head resting on my shoulder, her breasts moving on mine as she panted for breath, and the flogging ceased. I was trembling from head to foot, partly from the punishment, but partly also from my own intense arousal and frustration. I needed some release, some form of real sex. Haydn had remarked before that he would take me later and I wanted it to be now.

He ducked beneath us, unclipping the clamps from our clits. That was painful in itself and made both of us moan, but Haydn ignored us, passing the chain to Owen and then reaching down to unbind the tape from Leah's ankles. She closed her legs together and stood, smiling wearily at me as she waited for her hands to be released.

‘That was so good.' She whispered breathlessly. ‘Owen did it better than Haydn does.'

For some reason I felt inordinately proud that Owen had been complimented in that way. But for my part, I thought Haydn did all right. My entire back was still stinging and he'd made me so randy I could hardly keep from screaming.

‘All right, that's enough talking.' He said, reaching up to release her hands.

She stumbled away to sit down, wincing slightly as her bottom made contact with the bed.

Haydn noticed and smiled. ‘Yes, I'm definitely going to screw some rings into our ceiling.' He told her, reaching back as Owen passed him the keys to the cuffs and spreader bar.

‘Go and bend over one of those chairs.' He instructed me as he set me free. ‘You too,' He told Leah.

While we were being freed Owen had moved the two bedroom chairs until they were facing each other a yard or so apart, so that we would also be facing each other as we bent over their backs. I flexed tired legs and rubbed aching arms as I walked across, so relieved to have been released and so looking forward to what we hoped was to come.

We both did as we were told, bending over a chair to place our hands flat on the seat, perhaps a little stiffly, but willingly enough. I looked at Leah as we took our positions and she looked at me, and I could see she was thinking exactly as I was. We were both hoping it wouldn't be another chastisement. Then we heard the buzz of zips being pulled and we both looked to the side where the men were undressing.

‘We think you have earned a reward.' Owen told us, hopping on one foot as he took off his jeans. ‘And so have we.' He added truthfully.

My heart lifted at the prospect of being fucked. God, but I wanted it. I hoped it would be Haydn; after all, he had promised earlier on that he would fuck me. Besides, now he was naked I could see that he was equipped with a good thick cock, and that was just what I needed.

‘Be my guest.' Owen waved Haydn towards me in answer to questioning eyebrows. I thanked him silently and mentally promised him a blow job in payment.

I watched excitedly as my husband took up his position behind Leah, feeling Haydn's hands grasp my hips just as his gripped hers. Then Haydn moved forward and I felt the tip of his cock touch my crack at the same time as I watched Owen look down to line himself up with Leah. It was like watching what was happening behind me in a mirror, and even more so when the men slid into us both simultaneously.

Haydn pushed right into me in one go, his cock sliding effortlessly into my very slippery and very eager pussy. I gasped with pleasure, looking up at Owen as he entered Leah. This was so good, sharing him with my friend even as I was being shared myself. It was naughty, very naughty, but so bloody sexy. I saw a tiny smile of satisfaction flit across Leah's face as Owen began to thrust into her, something that I'm sure was echoed on mine.

Then I was being fucked just as I had wanted and I loved the feel of Haydn's cock thrusting into me, his belly slamming into my rather tender behind, painfully reminding me of the punishment I'd received. But that didn't matter, in fact if anything it intensified the sensations, and almost immediately I felt my overdue orgasm start to build once more. I just hoped I wouldn't be denied this time.

It took longer than I expected for me to come. Not because my build up was slow, but because it just kept getting higher and higher until I was whimpering with arousal, teetering on the very edge with every nerve fibre in my body stimulated to excess. All the time Haydn was plunging his cock into me, in and out, I and out, hard and fast, his grip on my hips tightening as he himself got nearer to coming. I just pleaded with myself to let me come before he did.

But it wasn't Haydn who tipped me over the edge, it was Leah and Owen. Leah had been breathing heavily almost from the start, but now I heard her speak softly to herself, whispering that same sibilant "yes" that she had voiced when she was coming before. I raised my head and looked at her face, seeing her with a frown of concentration, her bottom lip gripped between her teeth and the muscles on her neck standing out. I looked up towards Owen. He had his eyes closed and his head thrown back in a pose I knew so well. He was about to empty himself into Leah and she was about to climax too. That did it for me.

My orgasm was awesome. That is the only word to describe it. It seemed that my entire body was on fire, every super sensitive nerve on overload, and every muscle so tense it was almost going into spasm. I cried out louder this time than ever before, my mind calling for Haydn to fuck me harder but the sound coming out as a long drawn out wail, punctuated by a gasp each time he hammered into me. And then he pulled back, almost slipping from me altogether, before slamming back in, growling as he dug his nails into my hips, his cock twitching and jerking inside me. He was coming and the knowledge extended my orgasm, making me seem to come again, a new wave of sensations surging through me with each spurt he shot into my womb. By the time he was finished and his climax was spent I was simply draped over the back of the chair, lifeless and exhausted.

I looked up again as he pulled clear and staggered away, expecting to see Owen and Leah looking at me. But they weren't there any more, they had moved to sit on the bed to watch me being fucked, and I hadn't even noticed. Leah was leaning back, propping herself on her arms as she got her breath back, while Owen sat beside her, elbows on his knees, breathing heavily, his worn out cock now just a flaccid tassel between his legs. He smiled as he saw me looking at him and nodded his satisfaction. I smiled back as I pulled myself stiffly upright, immediately feeling Haydn's cum running from me. It had been the best climax I'd had for a long, long time, and it looked like everyone else was thinking the same about theirs.

We were almost silent as we recovered, and then we went downstairs, still naked because we couldn't be bothered to get dressed yet, and gathered around the kitchen table for a much needed coffee. We sat there (Leah and I rather carefully) and just looked at each other for a while, none of us seeming to find the words to comment - until Haydn burst into laughter.

‘Fuck.' He chuckled. ‘If that's what happens with everyone you invite over I'm surprised there isn't a queue.'

‘I don't think either of us could stand that too often.' I told him, with a large degree of truth involved.

‘Oh, we could.' He replied for himself and Leah. ‘We could stand that every day.'

‘No darling.' Leah contradicted. ‘You only think we could. It's called wishful thinking. But I do hope we'll be asked over again.'

They will, I guarantee it, but as for me, I definitely couldn't take it every day, fabulous though it was. That said, the session had done what I needed it to. It had satisfied my hunger to be used, to be someone else's plaything other than Owen's, and to have my boundaries stretched almost to breaking point. I hadn't used our safe word, but I'd come very close to it a couple of times and that was just what I had needed. It had been an astonishing, but very, very intense and rewarding evening.