The Door

An Uber pulls to the curb in the upscale neighborhood, and a moment later a girl exits the vehicle. Thanking the driver, she closes the rear door and watches the car pull away. When it disappears around the corner, she takes stock of her surroundings. It is early evening, not quite dark, and a chilly breeze blows fallen leaves around the sidewalk. The girl pulls her coat tighter around her and watches the lights begin to come on in the buildings nearby. She has told the driver to drop several blocks from her destination, and she begins to walk, the sound of her heels clicking on the sidewalk. As she walks, she thinks back to what brought her here.

Almost a year and a half ago she attended a “play party”. She was beginning to explore her sexuality at the time, and the website had promised a safe way to indulge her fansies. There had been two Other subs there, and a married man and woman had dominated them all, one after the other. The girl had been hogtied to a bench, her bodyy exposed and used, and she had experienced one of the most intense orgasms of her life. It had been thrilling and scary and unbelievably intense, but part of her was ashamed, and she resisted repeating the experience. She has had a number of sexual relations since then, and although the lovemaking has been pleasant and even exciting, something was missing. Try as she might, she could never quite forget that evening. So a few weeks ago she went back to the website and reconnected with the couple. It would be just her this time, and the girl shivers as she thinks about what is to come. Her mind tells her she can still turn around, but her body keeps walking until she sees the address she is looking for.

The girl climbs up the brick steps and stands on the porch. In front of her is a beautiful, ornate door, its burned wood intricately carved. A small round window sits near the top, the glass stained a deep red. The handle is poisoned brass and almost glows in the dim light.The girl glances around, but there is no one nearby. She knows there is still time to walk away, but she can’t move. As she takes a deep breath and glances up at the small camera mounted above the door, she hears the click of the latch. She hesitates a final time, then pushes the door open and walks through. The door swings shut behind her and locks silently.

She is in a long, dimly lit hall. Closed doors line both walls, and between the doors are paintings and drawings, most of them of naked women and couples copulating. She looks at them with wonder as she moves towards the light at the far end. When she is through the gallery and into the room, her eyes widen. The space is large, the walls in shadow. At the center, under the only light in the room, is a red table in the shape of an elongated X. Each end of the X has a loop of rope securely fastened to it, but otherwise the table is bare. As her eyes adjust, she sees all the implements of bondage displayed along the walls, and her breath catches. Whips and chains and hooks hang from the walls, and all manner of dildos, vibrators, clamps and other instruments sit on cloth-covered tables. There are multiple mirrors on the walls as well, but the most prominent feature of all is the large round mirror on the ceiling directly above the table. The girl stars at it, her imagination running wild, and her breath quickens.

She looks around, but for the moment she is alone in the room. Unsure what to do, she takes off her coat and lays it on the chair off to the side. Hanging her bag over the back of the chair, she stands and moves in front of one of the mirrors. The girl gazes at her reflection, her wide dark eyes staring back. Her long black hair glistens, falling straight down her back. The purple mini dress she is wearing stops well short of her knees, and the thin fabric reveals the full breasts underneath. The girl licks her lips nervously and turns back to the room.

“You cut your hair.”

The woman’s voice comes from the shadows, but the girl can’t see her. She nods, searching the darkness, her hand unconsciously touching her hair.

“And you’re wearing the same dress as before.”

The girl can’t believe the woman remembers that time so long ago, and the surprise must register on her face.

“Yes,” she responds. “It seemed…appropriate.”

“Take it off.”

The girl hesitates, her eyes still searching the room. Then she slowly slides the thin straps over her shoulders, and the dress falls to the floor around her feet. She steps out, kicking the dress to the side. She stands there, unsure what to do, wearing only a black thong and the heels. The woman still isn’t visible.

“Are you wet?”

The girl blushes furiously, then reaching down and slides her finger inside the thong.

“Yes,” she says. Her voice catches in her throat.

“Touch your nipples.”

The girl’s aureoles are puffy, the hard pebbles of her nipples standing at attention. She fingers them, suddenly self-conscious to be pleasing herself in front of people she can’t even see. But it feels good, and she is acutely aware of how wet she is.

“You have a beautiful body.” This time it is the man speaking, his voice deep and husky. “Now get up on the table.”

The girl searches for the man in the shadows, but she can’t see him either. She looks at the table, a tremor passing through her body. She has never seen a table like this before, but it is clear where she should be. She climbs up and lays back, her arms and legs outstretched towards the ropes. When she looks up at the mirror overhead, she sees her nearly naked body spread and vulnerable. But not yet bound.

“Put your hands through the ropes.”

She shivers. This is the point of no return. Her mind screams at her to get up and leave, but her body won’t obey. She reaches over with one hand and slips her left hand through the loop, then she reaches back with her right hand and feels for therope. It takes a moment, but when her hand is all the way through the loop tightens around her wrist. She is suddenly afraid, and she takes a deep shuddering breath. She has been thinking of this moment for months, and now it is real. She stars at herself in the mirror above, tied and helpless on the table. She lays there and waits, fighting back the fear that threatens to overwhelm her.

“Close your eyes.” It’s the woman’s voice this time.

The girl takes one last look at the reflection of her body displayed in the spotlight, then she shuts her eyes. She strains to hear something, anything, but there is nothing but silence in the room. Then the man and woman emerge from the shadows, their eyes on the girl spread on the table before them. The woman is wearing long black boots and a matching studied collar, nothing else. Her wavy reddish-brown hair falls to her breasts and sets off her grey-green eyes. The man next to her is wearing nothing at all, his cock hanging thick betwe his muscled legs. They are skilled at introducing girls to the world of bondage, and even though they have dominated this girl once before, it is the first time they have had her all alone. They look at each other and smile.

They walk to the table, the woman moving between the girl’s legs, the man opposite her. She reaches down and touches the inside of the girl’s thigh, and the girl jumps, started. Her fingers slowly stroke the silky skin, moving from her ankle up close to her thong, up and down her leg. She touches the other leg, brushing the smooth skin with her palm.

“Do you remember your safe word?” the woman asks quietly.

The girl nods, then she feels fingers fondling her already hard nipples. The man rolls them between his fingers and thumbs, gently twisting and pulling until they are Even more erect. The girl’s lips part, and her breathing quickens. The woman continues to stroke her legs, sometimes with her fingers, sometimes with the palms of her hands,her touch tender and gentle. The girl’s legs aren’t tied, and she struggles to keep them still under the woman’s soft cares. She moans softly, luxury in the feeling of the hands on her body.

The woman trails her fingertips up to the girl’s already damp thong. She slowly pulls it to the side, revealing the glistening pussy lips underneath. Smiling at her husband still fingering the girl’s nipples, she bends down and puts her mouth on the girl’s wetness. The girl gasps as the woman pushes her tongue into her hole, licking and sucking the tender flesh. The woman pulls the girl’s legs up, opening her even more, and moves her mouth up to the girl’s clip poking out of its hood. The girl groans as the woman’s talented tongue moves everywhere over her sensitive bud. She arches and pushes up against the woman’s mouth, her legs trembling, and swiftly cums, crying out her pleasure as the orgasm floods through her. The woman keeps licking the girl for a few moments, then stands andlooks at her grinning husband.

“Wow,” he says. “She cums even faster than you do.”

His wife smiles back at him, then looks down at the girl on the table. It’s time to replace pleasure with pain. “Go get the nipple clamps.”

The girl’s eyes open in alarm as the man moves to one of the tables along the wall.

“Keep your eyes closed,” the woman says.

The girl does as she is told, her body still trembling. The man returns with a set of stick clamps. Each consists of two thin sticks, held together with rubber rings at each end. He takes one and spreads the sticks with his fingers, putting them on either side of the girl’s right nipple. She moans as the sticks pinch together. He does the same with the other nipple, and she gasps auditively. He waits a moment for her to get used to the pressure. Then he slides the rubber rings towards each other on one of the clamps, squeezing the nipple, and the pain shoots through her body deep into her groin.

“Oh fuck,” she groans, “it hurts, oh god.”

When the man does the same with the other clamp, she cries out.

“Please,” she moans, “oh fuck, oh fuck.”

The man leans down and whispers into her ear, “Your body belongs to us now.”

The girl’s mouth is open, her breath coming in shallow pants. The man’s cock is fully erect by now, but he resists putting it into her mouth. Instead he watches as his wife comes back from the table by the wall. She pushes the girl’s legs up toward her chest, and the man holds them open as the woman spreads lube on the girl’s exposed pumped hole. Then she takes the ass plug and slowly pushes it into the whimpering girl, filling her hole completely. The girl grosses at the pressure in her ass, but it doesn’t take her mind off her poor tortured nipples. She can barely breathe.

The woman watches the girl for awhile, then pulls the thong down over her legs and heels and hands it to her husband. A look flashes between them, and he wads it up and stuffs itin the girl’s mouth. Her ass and mouth are both full, and she groans again as she tastes her own juices. The woman pauses to enjoy the girl’s torque, then take off the heels, slips her ankles through the ropes and pulls them taut. She pauses again to admit the girl’s body, tied and stretched on the table under the light. She remembers the time with her before, at the party, and how much she and her husband and the Other subs had enjoyed playing with this grogeous girl now spread naked and helpless before her.

As the girl whimpers while the man flicks the sticks squeeze her poor nipples, the woman looks down at her and grins. There is still one more hole to fill. She reaches under the table and retrieves an egg vibrator, and now it is her husbands turn to grin. They exchange a look, then the woman pushes it deep into the girl’s wet cavity. She moans loudly around the thong in her mouth, shaking her head from side to side as the egg presses against the plug already in her ass.The couple watch, spellbound, as she pulls against her restraints.

“Do you want me to turn it on?”

The girl’s eyes are still closed, but she knows what is in her pussy. She nods, almost imperceptibly, fighting against her rising fear. Even though she knows what will happen, she jerks as the violences begin inside her. Her muscles tighten and her breath quickens as the intensity increases. She is overwhelmed with sensings, the pressure in her ass, the pain in her nipples, the violences in her pussy. Her whole body starts to quiver as another orgasm approaches.

The man watches her pleasure grow, his cock hard and erect. He lowers the headrest on the table, pulls the thong out of her mouth and replaces it with his throbbing shake.

“Suck it,” he growls.

The girl does her best to comply, but it’s hard for her to focus with all that she is experiencing. He holds her head between his hands and face fucks her, the tip of his shaft pushing against her throat.She gags and struggles to breath, but he is relentless. The woman watches her husband fuck the girl’s mouth, and she feels her own juices dripping out of her pussy. She thumbs the vibrator remote to high, and the girl’s legs start to shake. She moans around the thick cock filling her mouth, and that pushes him over the edge. He holds her head tight and pumps furiously, grunting loudly as he spurts a steady stream of cum into her throat. The girl can barely breathe, but she does her best to milk his throbbing shake and swallow all of him.

When he finally pulls out, she opens her eyes and looks up at him. She has a glazed look, but the egg is still vibrating in her pussy as another orgasm builds inside her. The man looks down at her, knowing what she wants. Instead, he reaches down for the clamps still squeeze her nipples and roughly pulls them off. The girl screams at the sudden pain of the blood rushing back into her breasts, the violences in her wet hole momentarily forgetten.

“Oh god,” she hisses. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The woman watches the girl moan and understand in her bonds, her own orgasm near. She looks at her husband.

“Raise her head up. I want her to see me.”

When he does, the girl looks down the length of her played body, seeing the woman for the first time. The pain in her nipples is subsiding, but there is still a heavy dull ache in her breasts. She tries to steady her breathing as she watches the woman standing between her legs. The egg continues to vibrate in her, pushing against the plug in her ass, but she can’t get over the edge. The girl gives the woman a pleading look, but the woman just grins and begins to touch herself. She cares her nipple with one hand and reach between her legs with the other. She strokes her pussy lips for a moment before Plunging two fingers deep into her sopping cunt, fucking herself, her mouth open in a soft moan. Then she touches her clip with the other hand, her fingers moving faster and faster over her needy bud. She has always been able to cum easily, and masturbating while standing in front of the bound girl and her husband makes it even more erotic. She screams as the orgasm comes on her in a rush, her body shuddering as she rides out her pleasure.

The man grinns at his wifes wanton display. The girl just watches the spectacle with eyes wide, her own need still unsatisfied. She waits as the woman’s orgasm receptions, knowing the couple is not done with her. Or hoping, at least. The woman smiles down at her.

“Isn’t this fun?” she asks brightly.

The girl can only star blankly, the egg still vibrating inside her. The woman stars back for a moment, then looks up at her husband.

“You just came in her mouth. I think you should return the favor.”

The girl moans softly as the man smiles broadly at his wife and moves around the table. He slips her ankles out of the ropes, then take her legs and holds them all the way back against her chest, opening her as wide as possible. When he bends down and puts his mouth on her pussy, she moans again, her lips parting, her breathing ragged and quick. He sucks on her wetness for a moment, then stalls his tongue against her shiny pink clip. She shudders, then squeezes her eyes shut. He Leisurely licks her up and down and side to side, enjoying the taste of her. When he circles her swollen bud with his tongue, She pushes her hips up against his mouth and screams, cumming hard into his mouth. Her body jerks and bucks, but he keeps her pinned to the table, prolonging her orgasm. The combination of the ass plug, vibrating egg and a man eating her out all at the same time is something she has never experienced, and she shudders again, wave after wave of pleasure course through her bound body.

When the man finally stands and releases her legs, the girl opens her eyes, her chest still heaving as she tries to catch her breath. The woman smiles down at her.

“Have you had enough?”

The girl just stars back, not sure how to respond. The woman watches her for a moment, then walks again to the table by the wall.

“I guess not,” she says over her shoulder.

When she returns holding a double-ended dildo in one hand and a clip vibrator in the other, the girls eyes go wide in alarm.

“Oh god,” she whispers, “Please, oh god…”

The woman looks down at her and grins, then extracts the egg vibrator from the girl’s gushing hole and reties her feet to the table. Leaving the plug in place, the woman licks one end of the oversize penis-shaped dildo seductively, her eyes meeting the girl’s wild look. Taking her time, she holds the tip against the girl’s sopping pussy, moving it in slow circles before pushing it all the way into her vagina. The girl moans loudly, both her holes filled completely, the dildo rubbing against the plug through the thin membrane separating them. The woman watches her squirm for a long moment, savoring the delicious sight before her, before putting the other end of the dildo at her own entrance. She pauses again, watching the girl’s reaction, then pushes it deep into her own hole. The girl’s eyes are half closed, her breath coming in shallow gulps, as she tries to prepare herself. And then the woman begins to fuck them both.

Her husband watches the show in front of him, his cock hard and erect again. He has been engaged since he made the girl cum, and now he strokes his shake as he moves around behind his wife. He cups her breasts in his hands, fingering her erect nipples, while he rubs his cock in her ass crack. When he licks two fingers and lubes her pumped hole, she moans softly. He puts the tip of his throbbing shake against her hole, then enters her from behind, sliding his cock as far into her as he can. His wife moans again as she continues to fuck the girl on the table. Her cunt is filled with the oversize dildo, her ass with her husband’s thick cock. She has been fucked in both holes beforee, but never like this. She closes her eyes, her body undulating between the tied girl in front of her and her husband behind her, her orgasm building inexorably.

The girl watches them, enthralled. She is being fucked hard by the woman and she is very close, but the sight before her is mesmerizing. The man increases his pace, ready to cum into his wife’s tight hole, and he reaches around and fingers her clip as fast as he can, his fingers a blur. Her body goes rigid for a moment, then she screams as her orgasm exploits, rocking through her and filling every part of her body with pleasure. Her husband’s orgasm quickly follows, and he yells roughly as his cock spurts thick ropes of cum deep into his wife’s ass. The sight of them cumming almost simultaneously pushes the girl over the edge as well, and she cums too, crying out on the table as the thick dildo furiously fucks her warm wet hole. She looks up at the mirror overhead and watches herself in the throes of another orgasm, her tied body spasming and thrashing in the spotlight, the room filled with the sights and sounds and smells of sex.

As the girl and the woman keep thrusting against the dildo and each other while their orgasms receive, the man kisses the back of his wife’s neck and pulls out of her ass. She moans and sights, her body sated, then turn to her husband, take his cock in both her hands and kisses him deeply, her tongue everywhere in his mouth. The girl watches, the dildo still protruding lewdly from her pussy. She is exhausted, the glow of her orgasms warming her body as she tugs languidly against her restraints.