I’ve been getting together with Karen for quite a few years now. We clicked the first time we met and shared each other’s mischieviousness and desires to explore more kink. We’ve become great friends and enjoy our friendship without the need for commitment – it suits us both. We meet up three or four times a year and it’s all the time great fun.

I’ve been single for a long time now and all the time look forward to Karen’s visits. Karen is married but swings with her very vanilla husband’s approval. We’re both switches but I’ve all the time let her decide who will take the lead. I’ve all the time been comfortable playing with little preparation whilst she loves to prepare her ideas way ahead of time – she rarely fails to surprise and satisfy.

The lockdowns had made seeing one another impossible but we’d kept in touch by emails and regular phone calls. Karen’s imagination had obviously been running overtime as she kept going on about how she wanted to plan something special for when we could get together again. I knew I’d be in for a treat, especially when she told me she’d be taking the reins and would send me some instructions the week before we were due to meet up.

As promised, a week before her visit I received a fairly lengthy email, mainly instructions for my preparation for her visit. We would usually get together at my flat however she’d booked a nearby hotel, about a twenty-minute drive from my home, and was planning to stay there from Friday evening through to Sunday – I was to join her on the Saturday morning.

Her instructions were:-

1. I was to shave all body hair below my neck during the weekend before seeing her and ensure I was cleanly shaven for my arrival on the Saturday morning.

2. I was not wear underwear for week before seeing her.

3. I was to edge myself every evening, getting myself as close to cumming as efficient and then Whatsapp a photo of my hard cock to her – I was not allowed to cum at all during the week prior to seeing her. She actually referred to it as “her” hard cock.

4. I would receive a parcel during the week which I was not to open until the Saturday morning. The parcel would contain my final instructions before my drive to the hotel.

I knew my arousal levels would making sleeping difficult so I had an early night on the Friday. My balls were aching and my cock was slightly swollen even when soft, or not quite soft. I woke a number of times during the night with a full hard on and had to withstand the temptation to do anything about it.

I’d normally try to lie in a little on a Saturday but the anticipation got the better of me and I was up shortly after 6am. I made porridge as I wasn’t sure about the schedule for the day ahead and had no idea when I’d next have the opportunity to eat. Whilst the porridge bubbled away on the stove I opened the parcel.

Inside the parcel was a butt plug, a metal cock cage with padlock, two Cialis tablets and a letter.

The letter instructed me to be sure that I was wearing both the butt plug and the cock cage before setting off. I was also to wear loose jogging pants, my zip up hoodie and trainers, nothing more. I was to take the cialis tablets just before setting off. I was to arrive at the hotel at precisely 10 am and go straight her room – 310 if that’s of any significance.

Karen had certainly put some wondered in to her preparations. I kind of dreaded having to wear the cock cage in my already aroused state and knew that the cialis would only add to the strain on my now very needy cock.

I had to make myself eat the porridge, my appetite was not for food at this point, and then took a lengthy shower, making sure any stubble was dealt with and also ensured I was nice and clean for the butt plug.

When I finished showering and had dried off I was only semi hard so I took the opportunity to get the cock cage on. It was quite a challenge to get the base ring on around my cock and balls without increasing my arousal. Feeding my cock into the cage itself was difficult in my swollen state but with some pinching and squeezing I managed it and then clicked the padlock into place. I hadn’t wondered about it before but it was at this point I realised that I didn’t have the key so I was already completely at Karen’s mercy.

I waited until just after 9 am to finish “dressing”. I had to use a fair amount of lube to get the butt plug into place – we’d dabbled with butt plugs in the past and they were definitely a favourite of Karen’s. Even with the jogging pants and hoodie on I felt naked and exposed. The cage made a visible bulge in the front of the pants and the butt plug simply heightened my self-awareness, especially went I bent to tie my shoelaces.

I downed the two little tablets with some water and headed out. The wondered of having an accident and having to explain my attire did cross my mind but my main focus was getting to the hotel to figure out what Karen had in store for me.

I arrived in the car park ten minutes early so I sat for five minutes buzzing with anticipation. The Cialis was beginning to take effect so I was a little grateful for the cage – walking into the hotel with a hard-on in loose jogging pants would have been a little too obvious.

I entered the hotel and headed for the stairs, avoiding the lift as this could put others just a little too close for comfort in my aroused state. I knocked on Karen’s door just before 10 am – there was a clock in the hallway. She made me wait until 10 am before she opened the door.

She was standing there naked except for black high-cut thong briefs, blocking my entrance. Her hair was a little unkempt, her nipples were very hard and swollen and she looked flushed. Around her neck was a silver chain with the key to my cock cage. She smiled and held her hands out.

“Your clothes please.”

I looked around feeling suddenly very vulnerable. Not wishing to displease her or delay the inevitable I hurriedly pulled my shoes off, unzipped and removed my hoodie and dropped my jogging pants. I handed her the disorganised pile and she just tossed it into the cupboard next to the door.

I stood there waiting for her to beckon me in but she grinned and said,

“Turn around. hands behind your back.”

I did as requested, quickly, hoping no one would come into the hallway and witness me standing there in just the cage, my cock straining against its’ confinement.

I felt Karen take my wrists and she snapped a set of cuffs on me. I felt a chain dangling at the back of my legs. She told me to face her again and I did.

She reached between my legs, grabbed the lead that was dangling from the cuffs and pulled me towards her, in to the room. I felt quite relieved that I was no longer on such public display.

She pulled me to her and standing on tip toe kissed me passionately. She held the lead tightly and I was very aware of it against my very full balls. Her nipples were hard against my chest, my hair-free body far more sensitive than typical.

Karen broke off and we exchanged a few simple pleasantries. I looked around the room – it was more a suite than just a room. A modern solid looking oak four-poster bed against the wall was the dominant feature. There was an armchair and a sofa clustered around a solid-looking coffee table near the window, a large flat screen on the wall and also a dressing area with a counter and another chair. To my right was a door leading to what I would find to be a spacious bathroom.

“I need to shower,” she said, “but first, I have something for you.” She smiled and pulled me towards the bed. She lined me up against the side of the bed and pushed me backwards. My cuffed hands were uncomfortable underneath me but my arousal was countering any negatives.

As I lay there she climbed onto the bed and made herself comfortable, straddling my chest. I was very aware of a musky scent and felt wetness against my bare skin.

“I had a couple of visitors last night. I think they might have made a bit of a mess which I need you to clean up. In fact, they only left about twenty minutes ago and they made more mess before they went. Open wide.”

She knelt up and forward, bringing her crotch in line with my now open mouth. She slowly peeled the gusset of her thong apart revealing her red, swollen pussy lips which were liberally smeared with a mixture of her juices and her visitors’ cum.

As she lowered herself to my mouth a large glob of cum dropped from her gaping opening into my mouth. I started to lick her in earnest, working from her opening up to her very swollen clitoris. I don’t know how many times her friends had cum in her but the semen just seemed to keep flowing from her. All I was aware of was her used pussy and my cock straining again the metal cage which encased it. She came and I was rewarded with a healthy mixture of her juices and more cum.

She lifted herself forwards a little presenting her puckered little arsehole to my tongue. I knew only too well how much she loved a bit of attention there.

I teased her, licking around her opening, slowly increasing the pressure until I pushed my tongue into her, just a little. I was surprised when yet more cum flowed from her arsehole. I had no choice but to drink it down.

She alternated, moving back and forth, enjoying the attention of my tongue, until her motions started to increase and she was rubbing her swollen pussy against my face. This time her orgasm was more violent as she flooded my face with her juices, filling my mouth. She fell forwards, onto the pillows, leaving me lying there, my whole face and neck wet and sticky from my ministrations.

She lay there for a few minutes. I had completely lost track of time. I was only aware of the throbbing between my legs and the smell of her juices as they dried on me.

“Right. Shower time,” she said.

I welcomed an opportunity to clean up a little, but that wasn’t to be.

She helped me sit up and undid the cuffs that had restrained me. I sat there and rubbed my wrists, regaining the circulation. As I sat there she delved inside a sports bag by the bed and retrieved some leather cuffs. She affixed one to each ankle and then one to each of my wrists.

“Stand up.”

I stood and she took a length of rope and attached it to the cuff on my right wrist. She raised my arm and tied the rope to one of the bedposts at should height. She repeated this with my left wrist so I stood there, crucified without a cross.

She then attached ropes to my ankle cuffs and pulled them fairly hard as she attached these to the legs of the bed. Pulling my legs aside stretched my arms more. It wasn’t long before I was tightly spread-eagled between the bedposts.

I then felt her hands fumbling with the padlock on my cock cage. I felt the pressure on my swollen cock relieved momentarily as she removed it. She carefully worked my balls and cock from the base ring, freeing me completely. My cock became fully hard in what felt like seconds. I looked down and the head of my cock was purple and shiny from the pre-cum that seemed to be almost flowing from it.

Karen looked me in the face and took hold of my aching cock with one hand. With the other she smear my pre-cum up and down the entire length and then started to massage my cock, gripping me and teasing the very sensitive head with her fingertips. I felt myself nearing orgasm and my legs weakened. Just as I was about to explode she stopped and took hold of my ball sack pulling firmly downwards. I released a deep moan. I ached for a proper release.

She went down on her knees and gently licked my purple swollen head, teasing me. All the while she maintained the pressure on my balls. I felt her wrapping a rope around my scrotum, forming a tube which pulled my aching balls away from my body. She tied this off leaving a healthy length of rope hanging down. She attached this rope to the bed frame and pulled it down again before tying it off. The pressure pulling on my scrotum felt immense but made it so hard for me to even think about cumming.

Once she had me tightly secured she gripped onto my cock again and milked it hard with both hands. I felt myself nearing orgasm again but once more she just stopped leaving my cock bouncing up and down seeking relief. My cock felt harder than it had ever felt before. The whole length was purple with the head mushrooming and the veins so prominent. My pre-cum was still flowing, a string connecting the head to the carpet below.

Karen left me and I heard the shower running. I could do nothing but stand there and wait. My cock remained ridiculously hard, the pre-cum continuing to flow.

When she’d finished showering she came out wrapped in a large bath sheet. Looking down at my still-engorged cock she smiled and -dropped to her knees in front of me. She licked around the bulbous head, clearing off the pre-cum, before taking it carefully into her mouth. I felt her tongue swirling around the head as she gently increased the suction pressure. I could once again feel myself getting closer to orgasm.

I thrust forwards but she placed her hands on my belly holding me back. The sensations grew and grew and I was about to blow just as she stopped again. My cock twitched over and over again waving in mid-air as she stood and went over to her bag.

She brought out a scarf which she wrapped fairly tightly around my head, blindfolding me. The darkness only added to heighten my other senses. I was so aware of my surroundings, I could sense her moving around the room, every sound making me twitch, and the scent of her juices mixed with cum all over my face seemed to strengthen. My cock and balls ached for release.

The was a knock at the door. I flinched.

“Don’t worry. It’s just room service. I need to eat before our guests arrive.”

My head reeled. I was there aching for release, hard and on display. Whoever was delivering food would see me and we had guests coming as well.

Karen answered the door and said,

“Bring it in. Don’t mind him, he won’t bother you.”

I heard a trolley being wheeled in and past me. I’m sure I heard a light female snigger.

“Adrian would give you a tip but as you can see he’s a little preoccupied right now. Please feel free to help yourself if you like but he’s not allowed to cum.”

A hand squeezed my very hard cock. An unfamiliar female voice said.

“Do you mind?”

I heard the click of a phone camera and Karen said,

“Here, let me take a few of you together.”

Fingers pinched my nipples hard before I felt two hands take a firm hold of my swollen cock and rub it hard. The camera kept clicking away. The exchange didn’t last long and all too soon the maid left and the door was closed.

I could hear Karen move back over to the sofa area and she seemed to enjoy her food as I stood there, captured. The Cialis was still doing its’ job of keeping me stupidly hard. Every now and then Karen would come over and rub my cock, bringing me close again before wandering back to her food.

Time was still a mystery to me. I had no idea how long I had been standing. My only focus was my aching balls and hard cock.

I heard Karen’s phone beep and she came over to me again.

“Richard and Mandy have arrived. I hope you like them. I’m sure they’ll like you.”

Karen took a firm hold of my cock with both hands and started to massage me towards orgasm for the umpteenth time. I was really desperate for release. I got so close this time and then there was another knock on the door.

Karen release her grip and went to the door.

I heard her greet her friends and then she introduced them to me. In my blindfolded state, it seemed a little pointless.

“Adrian, meet Richard and Mandy,” she said “I sure he would at least shake your hands if he could. Ooh. I know…”

I felt my hard cock being gripped firmly by what I could only imagine was Richard’s hand. He shook my cock as if it was my hand.

“Pleased to meet you,” he said.

My cock was released and a lighter, gentler grip replaced it. I felt a female cheek against mine, and heard a kiss.

“I’m pleased to meet you too,” said Mandy. “God he smells amazing”.

Mandy lingered. Still holding on to my cock which was throbbing in her grip.

Karen spoke up.

“Right it’s time for some fun. Don’t worry Adrian, you won’t be left out, well not completely left out.”

Mandy’s hand released my cock which twitched up and down as if seeking contact. I felt hands on my head and soon realised that Karen was placing headphones on my ears. All sounds around me were gone but for the sound of Tubular Bells.

I was left standing there. I tried to concentrate on the music to judge time but my mind kept drifting to my aching cock. I have no idea how long passed before I felt any physical contact.

A hand gripped my cock which was still pointing skywards and pulled it down. I’m pretty sure it was a female hand. I then felt a naked female body pressing itself against me, straddling my cock, a pubic bone rubbing against my own.

I felt an arm being placed against my own and ropes being bound around both. This was repeated on my other arm. I was being used as a bondage post.

The warm breasts against my chest were larger than Karen’s. She was grinding herself against the top of my cock which was now nestling between her legs. I could feel her wetness against my hardness. Lips met with mine in a passionate kiss, her tongue weaving with my own.

Her movements had a sense of urgency as she ground her pussy against my cock, which felt like it was trying to lift her off her feet. The stimulation was lovely but not quite enough to bring me close. My ache and frustration grew as I felt her quiver against me, her orgasm growing, passing and growing again. I could feel her juices on me, on my cock and running down my legs.

I lost track of time again, the music on repeat. Mandy, bound to me continued to take what pleasure she could until unseen hands released her and moved her away.

The headphones were removed and I heard Karen speak.

“I need you to lie down again. I’m going to release you now. You must not touch your cock.”

I felt my legs, my balls and then my hands being freed. The blindfold was removed as I steadied myself. Richard and Mandy were nowhere to be seen. I assumed they must have left before the headphones were removed.

“OK. Climb onto the bed and lie down on your back with your head at the bottom of the bed.”

I did as ordered and Karen took my wrists and re-attached them to the bed posts. She then fixed my ankles to the top of the bed and pulled the ropes tight again. The rope around my balls was pulled tight again.

When she had me secured she climbed on top of me in a 69 position and lowered her obviously wet pussy so I could reach her with my tongue. I tasted her juices mixed with cum again which could only have been Richards. I continued to lick and swallow as I cleaned her up.

I felt Karen’s hand wrap around my achingly hard cock and the heat of her mouth on the swollen head. My movements towards her mouth were involuntary, driven by a longing for release. She just held me firmly

I felt something touch my forehead and opened my eyes just in time to see a large, shiny, erect cock being guided towards Karen’s arsehole as I lick away at her pussy. The cock was being held by a female hand and shined with lubricant. Mandy and Richard must have been in the bathroom while Karen was releasing me.

Mandy guided Richards’s cock towards Karen’s tight little opening. I could feel his balls against my face as she brought him closer, guiding him in before withdrawing. Slowly working him deeper until there was no room for her hand.

As Richard began to thrust in and out Karen’s juices began to flow more freely, coating my face as her pussy rubbed against my mouth and nose. Both Karen and Richard began to moan in harmony whilst I just lay there, tongue extended, aching for release.