• Charlie had told me that after the Easter party when his mother had shown off to him, his brother and both my boys, they had gone upstairs all into one room, where they had discussed what had happened and had felt that it would be my turn next, well aware that what Karen had done was a dare, my dare would be similar, they had all sat round playing with their hard ons, waiting for me to show. I told him, but I had expected to be told to go upstairs and make sure each as in bed, but my dare had been to seduce him, Had any of us adults known, me especially they were sat there waiting for me to walk in, I would have gone up. He assured me if I had gone in, I would have spent the night getting shagged rotten. I admitted to him that had become a masturbatory fantasy of mine after that event,
I had already made my mind up I was going to let that happen with my own boys. I was going to be found tie up and naked by whoever got home first, maybe both. As I made my resolution I felt myself get wetter. In the last 6 months I had come so close on several occasions to one or both of them catching me.
This day Ben told me he was going to tie me up in our lounge, I made no protest and we both knew that once I heard a key in the door, there was no way I would not be found and caught. He put me in one of the soft armchairs, with my hips rights over the edge in a very slouching position, my legs were pulled back over each arm of the chair with rope just above each knee then tied around the chair back; with each ankle was tied to a stout rear leg of the chair, pulling my legs and thighs wide apart especially my pussy: holding me very open and exposed. My wrists were in cuffs and my arms were fully stretched out tied around the back of the chair; with a pile of pillows behind my back.
Prior to securing me into the sofa, he had bound my breasts with small rope in a figure of eight, (but not too tight¬ly), and then he had inserted the pin pads into the quarter bra cups of the Basque, squeezing them so that the pins penetrated the lower area of my breasts. For the upper slopes he inserted a dozen, large multi coloured map pins with 15mm pins into each orb. Once secured over the chair, he attached small but very painful plastic crocodile clamps to my swollen nipples. As soon as he did that he tied the end of each to the same cord holding my knees apart pulling at them, but I soon realised that when I moved those clamps would tighten on my nips and maybe break the skin. He applied similar crocodile clamps on each labia; with a cord on each upper clamp going to my wrists and the lower one to my ankles, but it also restricted movement as any slight movement pulled on my already fully searched labia and the teeth bit it – hard. My large butt plug with the fox’s tail was pushed fully home
One of his last acts was to dab a blob of tabasco sauce onto my engorged nipples and clit, followed by dribbling more along my labia and into my open pussy; which left me with a combined burning and throbbing sensation, the heat is both a turn-on and a pain, because of lack of any relief.
Finally a latex mask (as usually used by my husband in the blindfold game) covered the top half my head including obviously eyes and he’d inserted my own ‘O’ ring ball gag (a ring large enough for most cocks to slide inside) tied around my head. As well as blindfolding me the latex also diminished my hearing. I was thinking to myself that this was the first time Ben used the mask on me. It was about this point that I felt we were going well beyond what I had envisaged, but I was still well aroused and reasoned that whoever found me would soon after see more when he accompanied me to Ben’s house just like Darren had with Tania.
Already in earlier play he had twice pissed into my mouth, with me having to drink every drop, then when I needed a pee, he had me do so into a glass jug and then I had to drink it almost straight away, early on he’d also given me two full glasses of orange juice to drink as well. After that he refused to allow me to relieve myself, till he started to put me in bondage, and again I had to drink it all down. Now he inserted a catheter into my urine hole and the other end of it he fastened to the ‘O’ ring so a steady flow of piss was passing over my tongue and down my throat to start all over again. The flow was slow enough to cope with easily, but the taste was already strong at the outset, close to that first pee of the morning, now it would get stronger and there was already so much liquid in me that the circulation was near non-stop.
Next from each of the 4 labia clamps he hung some lead weights; he put a battery powered vibrator into my pussy to keep me in a state of arousal. My bum and breasts were still red from the tawsing he given me earlier; this was in addition to the welt marks still very visible from the strokes of a school birch cane again showing on my breasts and bum. I was still wet from all that and well aware of his and my own sexual juices trickling out of my pussy down my inner thighs. I was thinking the last part was a step too far.
I had a rough idea of the time when he started his elaborate bondage of me as I’d heard the clock go 2pm as he started. I was trying to figure out to get free. Ben had previously tied me up in comprising positions in my previous house maybe 15 times and I’d manage to free myself every time. But this time I was spread-eagled with no way to reach any of the ties, moving too much was going to ripe my nipples.
Since I heard him leave, I Initially – for maybe 20 minutes, I wasn’t particularly worried, I’d always managed to free myself before, I was still very aroused and was thinking – okay – so one of the boy’s comes home and finds me like this. Then I reflected on my actual state, there would be a lot of explaining to do, half of me was a bit fearful of that – the other half was getting aroused.
Then I realised that I was in the lounge I the front of the house, if anybody was to come to the front by they could not fail to see me sitting there facing full on and open to a large front window; the pathway comes right down in front of the bay window, so before reaching or even going away from the front door, it would only be human nature to peer in, then maybe even if they looked in as they walked along the pavement in front of the house, how far away was it, not far –that fired me up again!
Almost as I was thinking that ‘okay I’ll just stay still and just let one of my boys find me like this’, I heard the front doorbell ring. It was like an icy shock. Neither of them would ring the bell and it was far too early for them. Surely whoever it was could see me. Perhaps they would just walk away, having seen me or not.
I had bated breath, trying to relax, when I heard the noises. Someone had come in by the side door, into the kitchen and into the lounge. Someone was standing there looking me over. I could feel his presence close; he definitely felt the weights attached to my nipples and labia. He must have seen the canes, tawses, riding crop, and other such items as nipple clamps etc., I could feel his breath on my body, at one point I knew he was kneeling between my legs, looking right into my wide open cunt. Then he pulled the vibrator out of my pussy, but at the same time a second pair of hands was squeezing my pin encrusted breasts.
They put a finger to my lips to signal hush. I now felt that it was a couple of mates of Ben’s, he’d sent them over to play with me. The guy below was feeling into my pussy with his fingers, I was very wet. He removed the clamps holding my pussy wide apart; then I felt his cock enter me – bare. Almost at the same moment I felt a cock brushed passed my lips and push at my mouth, and was in.
My arousal was such that I was eagerly sucking and thrusting in moments to both cocks.
I don’t know whether it was my situation they each found a turn on, maybe neither had sex regularly, but both spurted quickly, with grunts. I hadn’t climaxed, near – but not so. I felt them both move away, they whispered something I couldn’t make out. There was several ‘corrs & ‘wows’ before it seemed they went back into the kitch¬en. I heard the fridge door, the pop of a beer or soda can. Still convinced they were friends of Ben, I stayed silent. I felt one of them next to me and then a semi erect cock at my lips, with the ‘O’ ring he had free access to my mouth and he pushed in, It was the cock that had fucked me, I knew my own taste, I started to suck, he said no, and then he pissed, quiet hard and fast, a hot stream it was difficult to swallow it down, I knew some spilled, I heard him laugh. By the time he finished he was rampant hard. I started to suck him, but he pulled out. No sooner than the second cock was in my mouth trying to piss as well, he didn’t really manage it as he was too aroused.
The next 20 minutes descended into a frenzy of fucking me in the arse and pussy and putting soled cocks to my mouth to clean. I didn’t mind that at all, but without sight of the time I was now starting to worry that one of the boys might be home any minute. In the course of this fun, my bonds to my hands and feet had been freed and I had responded to the sex as eagerly as the men. When they were exhausted – they had left, but had tried to replace Ben’s rope bondage but hadn’t really done a good job. I was free within 5 minutes and removed my leather mask. I looked around in horror at the chaos of the lounge, damp patches on the carpet and sofa. It was 3:45pm that was the usual time of arrival home of the boys. As I freed myself I remembered for the first time that day that I hadn’t been on the pill for 4 months now and they hadn’t ‘used’ anything as I had felt their cum in me and was now leaking.
In a frantic hurry I scooped up everything and took it upstairs and pulled some old clothes on to pretend I was in house cleaning mode, even though I was still wearing the pins bar with the pins in my boobs as well. Another trip to the lounge, garbed more stuff back upstairs. I then took one of the longest pees ever, before I went downstairs the second time I heard the boys enter the kitchen. I was too concerned everything was in order, when Simon and my eyes alighted upon a small parcel on the kitchen breakfast table, there was a card there. Simon said something like ‘cool, it’s my DVD’ and then looked at the card as I also tried to pick it up. It was an amazon delivery card for saying ‘sorry we missed you when we called’ – time on it was 2:25. Thinking quickly I said I was upstairs when he rang the doorbell, but managed to catch him before he got back to his van.
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