author unknown
Originally Published in Suspended! Vol 1, No 5
Illustrated by unknown artist
Transcribed by guardian46w
Story codes: M/f, bdsm, cons, display, games, oral, anal, XX
On a return trip to Los Angeles our plane developed some sort of trouble. The pilot assured us it was nothing serious, but still he felt it best we land in Omaha. I make my home overseas and had seen little of this country besides New York and Los Angeles.
So, I was shocked when the man in the airport bar made the proposal. He said he wanted me to meet him at his house that evening. It would be a kind of party, for his wife. I told him I had a plane to catch. He said I needn't stay long. There were regular flights out and the airline would re-book my ticket. My appointments. Oh well, he said. Still, it will be worth your while...
I stepped from the cab and pulled the scribbled note from my pocket. This was it. Large stately affair, dim lights on the walkway leading to the massive steps.
The door opened and I was stunned to see a beautiful woman dressed in a maid"s apparel (very little of it) and stringently bound. Her elbows were pulled up behind her back and locked to each other by a short metal bar. The wrists were tied across her constricted waist and her hands dangled helplessly below a silver serving tray, propped so that her firm full breasts rested on the platform and mingled with the cold glassware she obediently served.
On high heels, with pitifully hobbled ankles, she turned and led me to a large, brightly lit room with perhaps a dozen well dressed women and men at conversation and drinks. Their eyes seemed never to stray from the helpless servant in their midst.
"Ah, here at last," called my host when he saw me enter. "Now the entertainment can begin."
I approached my host and told him I could not take part in anything forced on this girl. My host turned to all present and announced, "He isn't sure my dear wife wants this!" A loud eruption of laughter sprang from the crowd. It startled me, I had the sudden thought that the entire evening was of the woman's direct or indirect doing. The laughter traveled around the helpless woman, gagged and collared, full maned and glowing red with humiliation as I watched her.
I agreed with my host to be a witness. He told me it meant very much to his wife to have at least one total stranger present. The lights in the room dimmed and were replaced with blue and red spotlights and lamps. The dark room had the smokey air of a bar or club. A bartender was busy and the air was sharp with the pungent smell of marijuana.
While our host saw to his bound wife, the gathering grew more intimate in the dim lighting. Couples and more began to form. Hands and lips were becoming communal property.
The house light suddenly blackened, and a single blue spot came up on a small elevated platform. I was struck by the elaborate lighting and my host later explained he had spent some time working on his party room, and gave parties for his wife on a regular basis.
On the platform stood the girl in the smokey blue spotlight. She stood perched on Frederick's frilliest six inch heels, with her forearms strapped together over her head. Her nearly hairless pussy was left naked. Dark stockings ended in elastic garters, gripping the top of each thigh. She wore a gag mask, strapped under her long flowing hair. Her breasts were large and protruded out and slightly upward. Her areolae were large and also puckered slightly. On each nipple a clothespin swung as she undulated to the pounding music.
"First, my wife would like to dance for you!"
With each song the rock became harder, the beat driving faster. Still, she kept up, rocking her hips, rolling on her thighs, the clothespins causing her obvious flashes of pain.
Unexpectedly, a slower, more sensuous sound emerged from the powerful sound system. The host went to the platform and locked an unusual attachment to it. It was a vertical pole, perhaps thirty inches high, with a mammoth veined dildo perched on top.
With fascination I watched the girl's eyes fix on the object and her hips struggle in vain to mount the thing. Desperately she tried to raise her glistening slit high enough to take the massive tool inside. But always it was too high. Sweat gleamed on her breasts and belly and forehead, while the gathering watched, delighted. The sweat dripped from her chin and she began rhythmically bouncing her cunt against the inflexible shaft, bouncing in time with the sensuous rock.
Suddenly the spotlight went out and the house lights were black. When the spotlight returned the host stepped up to ask the gathering for male volunteers. He explained the girl had had trouble accommodating him the night before, and that her anal desires required re-awakening. He assured us the enema he had given her earlier in the day had only piqued her curiosity.
Four or five men stood but the host seemed unsatisfied and called for more. It seemed especially important to all present that one man in particular join in. The gathering was delighted when he finally stood.
The girl was strapped to a tubular contraption which hung her buttocks at hip level, legs and arms splayed outward, full, round breast hanging.
Eight men stood around her with hanging cocks sem-erect and erect. It was obvious why the reluctant man was so important. Only half erect the head of his cock hung nearly to his knees. It was no surprise to the gathering but still their eyes widened at the sight of it.
She was blindfolded but wore no gag. Her moans and protests were only barely audible over the driving rock.
"Voyeur, voyeur, are you hot tonight? Dance, dance, dance til it makes you feel good"
The host now chose the first man to enter. He began with those less endowed, working up through the eight men to the man with the thick snake between his legs. The first man entered her Vaselined hole. Her cry stifled in a gasp and she threw her head back, then rocked it around and around as he slowly and the vigorously fucked her. For five minutes he plunged at her, and for five minutes he kept her in unending agony. When he came he groaned and shook and then banged against the girl's ass and thighs. She too let out a cry drowned in the pulsing rock. A strobe light began to flash in time with the music as the next man, slightly larger than the first, suddenly pushed his greased cock to the hilt inside her. She jerked and her tits shook and she moaned deeply.
As the second man used her, the host directed the first man to a perch facing her open, groaning mouth. He sat before her and forced her to lick his shaft clean, while the second man pounded her thighs, bobbing her head on the first man's cock.
One at a time they took their turn, first at her tortured asshole, then at her hungry mouth. There was rest for the eight men but no rest for the girl. Pleasure rippled up the thighs of the helpless girl and her sucking mouth groaned in pain and pleasure.
When she could stand no more our host unstrapped her and led her naked, by collar and leash, to a cold shower. Her flesh rippled in goose flesh and her nipples swelled hard as rocks. The water was gradually turned hotter, and each of those present in turn massaged her soapy body, belly and breasts, thighs and feet and neck. It was a deeply striking moment. There was total surrender from the girl, a tender communion and trust.
She was led back to the party room and a new collar was fastened around her neck. It was of thick black leather so high it fixed her head nearly immobile. By two straps her collar was pulled to the naked thighs of the man with the horse's dick. His hanging cock filled her mouth til the stretching ached, and there the straps were fastened. His hairy balls hung against and below her chin. She crouched like a writhing cat on all fours as his erection inexorably returned. The breath whistled through her nostrils and the man's breath was also heaving. The incredible arousal gripped the gathering. When he came his cock surged, straining her head back against the collar straps. It was impossible to say who was more aroused, the man or the woman in whose mouth he exploded.
Our host gagged the girl and led her out of the party room. She was trembling with lust. With the girl gone, the gathering's eyes again returned to each other. Soon he returned to announce that the party would now adjourn to the basement den.
From the bright stairway it took my eyes time to adjust to the dim basement room. Slowly my eyes made out the unmistakable form of our party girl, standing impaled on the same pole and dildo that earlier she had tried to mount. She was naked except for high stiletto heels, handcuffs, and a harness which gagged and blindfolded the helpless girl. Only the base of the dildo was visible at the apex of her thighs, and the massive tool was so far implanted within her that her heels hovered off the floor as she strained to raise herself higher on tip-toe.
While she squirmed, hopelessly impaled, our host referred our attention to a table next to her. On the table stood a bingo cage with perhaps a dozen numbered balls within. Next to the wire cage was a large shallow bowl with five packages of ordinary wooden clothespins inside. The host tore open each of the packages, spilling five dozen clothespins into the bowl. Then he told the gathering it was time for his wife's favorite game, S&M Bingo.
As he spoke he passed out small, numbered slips of paper, one to each guest. When he handed a slip to me I reminded him of my status as witness and voyeur. Regretfully, he gave my number to a woman to my right. She was well-dressed, perhaps a lawyer. Her eyes glittered to read the number in her hand. In her loosened gown she was flushed with the many intoxications of the evening, as were all. But none like the naked girl by the table, writhing on her prison.
"The game is this," he explained, "my lovely slave will pick your number. When she does you must take one clothespin from the bowl and place it anywhere you choose on her naked body. If a pin falls off, it will go back into the bowl. The game ends when the bowl is empty. The person who is chosen to place the most pins will be the one to remove them.
Our host spun the bingo cage and then held it behind the helpless girl at her cuffed hands. Gagged and blindfolded, she knew what to do. With one hand she was able to pluck a ball from the cage. He took it from her, then called, "Number eight!'
After a short moment of hesitation, a guest stepped forward. It was the woman who had been on my right. She gave her slip of paper to the host, and he gave her another slip with the same number written on it. Then he gestured to the bowl. The woman selected a clothespin and turned to the girl perched on the massive phallus. Slowly the woman walked around the naked girl, examining her straining body slowly, carefully. The girl stiffened in anticipation as the woman stroked her naked thighs and nipples with the wooden clamp. Finally, she placed the clothespin on the girl's inner thigh, five inches below where the pole swelled her glistening cunt.
The girl's harnessed head threw back and she moaned as the pain slowly grew in intensity.
The cage was spun again, and again the cage was held to her hand. When she hesitated the host reminded her the longer she delayed, the longer the game might last. Her hand reached in and obediently withdrew a second ball.
"Number twelve!" called the host.
One by one the clothespins gathered on the girl's ignited flesh. Some guests searched out nipples and labia while others were lost to find a spot that would not send another bolt of lightning across the sweat-soaked body.
Time stood transfixed. Hours seemed to pass and still the erotic agony continued. The girl fought desperately to select ball after ball. The last pin was placed and the room was suspended in tension.
"The last clothespin is in place. Before we start removing them, I need to tend to our slave's arm bondage," the host announced. He unlocked the handcuffs from her wrists, and re-cuffed them with leather straps in front. Then he pulled a heavy rope down from a pulley suspended above her. He tied it to the straps around her wrists and taking the dangling end began to slowly raise her hands and arms. The audience watched in awe as the slave squealed into her gag, and squirmed on the dildo-post, as the clamps on her body tightened more and more as her skin was stretched tighter by the raising of her arms.
The host continued to raise her bound wrists until he had her tormented body stretched so taut we could see an inch, or so, more of the massive dildo protruding from her dripping pussy. And, she could no longer touch the floor with her stiletto heels, only the toes touched.
"Now, who placed the most pins?" prompted the host.
The guest who had placed the most clothespins came forward. It was another woman from the crowd. A tall, slender woman, she had placed her many clothespins with a special attention to cruelty. She traced on long, painted fingernail down across the breasts and belly, through the maze of clamps on the tortured skin. Her finger stopped at the inner most lips of the sopping pussy gripping the thick dildo.
As each clothespin was opened, there was a gasp from the crowd and a new groan from the punished wife. The air was heavy and all the gathering soaked in perspiration. But none like the girl. As each pin was released, her body jerked, rippling the remaining clothespins like fire across her skin. The base of the dildo shown wet with her lubrication.
Finally, only four pins remained. One on each swollen labia, one on each burning nipple. One at a time the clamps on her pussy were released. Each time the girl bucked on the pole, her breasts shook, waving the clothespins on her stretched and tortured nipples.
Now the host stepped in. Taking the two remaining clothespins, one in each hand, he began to slowly twist the wooden clamps, first this way, then that. A rising moan come from behind the gag and built in intensity until I was sure she could take no more. Still the host slowly twisted the clothespins in his fingers. Her moan turned to an eerie whine, and when I was sure the woman would be driven mad by the pain, the host suddenly yanked both clamps from her tortured breasts. The nipples bulged and the girl screamed behind her gag. Her body bucked and jerked on the pole within her. The host steadied the girl in his arms as she continued to buck and I realized she was coming in one long, massive orgasm.
I looked around and all the guests were totally enraptured watching the party girl's climax. When I looked back our host had released her wrists from above her and was lifting her from the dildo post. He then guided her through a door to the left and they were gone. There were several minutes, when nobody moved or spoke, but then slowly, the guest began to talk among themselves and move toward the stairs and up from the basement room.
The guests were moving at a lazy pace toward the foyer, and I followed behind. To say the least, I was in some kind of shock and awe, at what I had witnessed. I was also very much aroused, though not totally erect. When I reached the foyer, there was our host and his wife, the party girl. He held a chain leash locked to the front of her collar. She was still completely nude, and restrained. She was kneeling, her ankles crossed and tied very tight. I could see the cords digging into the tendon just above her heel. Her hands were drawn up between her shoulder blades, crossed and tied there with ropes cinched tight. A wooden rod was fastened to the back of the collar that was locked about her neck, and the other end was tied to her ankle bindings. This ensured she couldn't sit down, but remained erect. She was gagged and blindfolded.
As each guest approached they would pinch her nipples or ram a finger or two in her pussy. Then wipe her juices on the ballgag. They then turned to our host, and smiling, politely shook his hand and commented on what a great time they had. I was the last and my host motioned me forward as I'd held back not quite sure what was expected of me. He guided me to stand in front of his kneeling wife, then he removed her gag and blindfold. She immediately leaned forward and began working to unfasten my belt with her mouth. A bit stunned, I looked at my host and he nodded. She continued working with her mouth until she had my pants undone, and my now full aroused cock sprang free. She then proceeded to give me one of the best blow jobs of my life. In just a couple of minutes I grabbed her head and began pumping into her eager mouth. She felt me spasm and opened her throat, pushing herself all the way onto me until my cock was rammed deep in her throat where I shot my semen.
Regaining a bit of my breath, I looked down and he had re-fastened the big ball behind her teeth, gagging her again. Her head was downcast, but she peered up at me, and I saw in the depths of her eyes she was a totally satisfied and happy woman.
I began doing up my pants and he laid a hand on my shoulder. "I am so glad you could be here," he said. "And, I can assure you, so is my wife. You may not have noticed, but while you were coming in her throat, she was coming down her thighs! It makes it really special for her to have at least one total stranger at her parties."
Then as we moved toward the door, in a low voice that she couldn't hear, he said, "The excitement of her humiliation at your hands and eyes will linger with her for a long time. It is because she knows your face and she knows it is a possibility she may see you in some public place, and your eyes will meet and she will know that you know what she is. If that were to happen, she would likely cum on the spot! Again, we are so grateful that you came.
I don't know if he meant that pun, but I caught it anyway. And you can be sure that I was the grateful one for coming that night.
THE END
