Paid in Full – BDSM


Hazy patches of light start to coalesce as I gradually come back to my senses. The room taking its own sweet time swimming into view.

My confusion is not helped by the way my body is positioned, or by the way it feels.

Sensations of silken confinement weave and caress my legs from thigh to foot, wrapped all around as I shift slightly. More confinement around my abdomen and chest, tighter and constrictive, the feeling is both restraining and soft. My arms and shoulders are bare.

Odder sensations now. My upper thighs being grazed front and back by something, and I can feel cool air around my crotch and ass; although something hangs down covering both. My cock feels heavy. No. Something heavy is pulling my cock downwards. The weight is tight around the base of my cock, and I can feel the hardness of plastic and metal wrapped tightly around my limp shaft.

Something thin is running down the crack of my ass, pulling through it like silken cord. A similar feeling is tight around my hips.

I can feel hair brushing my shoulders as I move my head? Something I haven’t felt since I cut my hair short decades before. I lick my lips and taste lipstick. Tight bands are round my wrists, knees and ankles.

I am thoroughly confused.

I attempt to stand. To try and orientate myself. I can not.

I am held by those tight bands. My wrists enclosed by wide, leather cuffs which are in turn fixed to uprights approximately three feet aside. Similar cuffs encase my ankles, I can not see what they are attached to, but attached they are. Thinner bands are round my legs just above the knee. These pull my legs aside. Just enough to be slightly uncomfortable but not enough to be painful. Shoulder width, perhaps a little more.

I am leaning forward, hanging in the cradle of my bonds, knelt on a bed. Knelt on our bed.

Shock and adrenaline clears my vision enough to allow me to see I am dressed as a woman. Not just a woman. A slut.

My legs are encased in fishnet stockings, attached at the top to a garter belt by silken stays. A light mid-thigh length skirt hangs tight over my ass and loosely around crotch. I can feel the corded tightness around my waist and down my ass. Is it a thong? My stomach and chest are covered with a corset, satin cups cling to my chest covering my nipples. Straps over the shoulder holding it in place.

Blonde wig hair hangs down beside my face. I can see false nails painted garish pink on the end of my fingers. After tasting the lipstick and realising how I have been dressed, I can only assume I am made up as a cheap whore.

My thoughts whirl. Vague recollections of shapes in the hallway when we came home from shopping. Taken by surprise, a short struggle followed by a sharp scratch. Then darkness.

Kate! My wife. Where is she?

As if answering my unspoken question, my voice seems to be the last of me to come under control, I hear a muffled moan from further up the bed. I raise my head and look, frightened by what I might see.

If I have been dressed elaborately, Kate has been treated quite differently.

Kate is leant slightly back against the headboard. Pillows wedged behind her for support. Her arms are spread wide and similar cuffs to those on me are attached to the top of the bedposts at slightly above her head height. Her legs are equally spayed open and strapped to the sides of the bed. Her knees are tied open as well. A bolster has been placed under her hips to raise her crotch upwards, displaying her pussy and asshole for all to see.

She is completely naked and, it appears, has been oiled all over.

Glancing down, I can see she has also been completely shaved, her pussy, opened by the obscene position she is in, is without a single hair. Seeing her like that, combined with the slight writhing that her bonds allow, I start to get hard.

And now I remember the weight and restraint around my cock. I can not get hard within the confines of the chastity cage encasing my member.

I groan. A sound to match Kate’s moans. Our eyes meet in confusion and … something else?

“Ahh, you’re awake. Good. Now we can begin.” The voice is male, confident and assured.

The figures that appear from either side of me are not male. Two naked young women, mid-twenties perhaps, approach Kate from either side, kneeling they start to gently kiss and lick her neck and ears. She has never been with a woman before, but her cry when they start is not terrified or repulsed. More, just out of control.

I hang in my bonds watching as their lips creep down her neck. Kisses landing on the naked skin of her shoulders. Her arms. Her armpits and sides. Across her belly until they meet in the middle, where they pause in their delicious torture and take a moment to kiss each other.

The moment is short however, and their lips separate and start to kiss up Kate’s stomach. She is moaning incoherently now, her head flicking from side to side unable to comprehend what is happening. Equally unable to deny her arousal. She cries out again as the kisses start to land on her breasts. Hot, wet kisses that circle her nipples for an age. Then her eyes fly open as the hot mouths descend suddenly and in unison start suckling her nipples hard and flickering their tongues over the hard nubs. Her chest heaves, possibly an attempt to dislodge the tormenting mouths. All it does is thrust her gleaming, magnificent tits further into their hungry mouths.

Kate’s hips strain upwards, against her bonds. Against the pressure of the naked female legs draped over her own. Her legs further trapped by her tormentors as they eagerly rub their bodies over hers. I watch clear fluid leak from her, as yet untouched pussy.

“Seems she enjoys a woman’s touch”

The voice is shockingly close, shockingly warm, in my ear. I had forgotten there was someone else in the room.

A strong hand caresses my ass cheek through the satin skirt. It has a possessive quality. The feel of an owner examining their goods. Another hand ran over my chest, squeezing it hard and playing with my nipple. I groaned again; the discomfort of my cock being restrained by the cage, growing.

“A good job we’re going to make a girl of you really”

The voice in my ear told me what he was gonna do to me. To us. And then he did it.

A hand pulled my head around to the side and a tongue, masculine and strong forced its way into my mouth. When my mouth had been taken by his, he replaced his tongue with a hard cock, forcing it deep into my throat. I heard Kate groan and gasp as she saw my mouth being fucked by another man. Part of me was appalled. The rest, the far bigger part, tasted the hard cock and was delighted. The flavour, the feel as it got bigger, the precum on my lips. I wanted more. I was a whore to be used. I submitted.

The glimpses I caught of Kate showed me that she had lost control completely.

The two women teased her nipples with their tongues and teeth. Their fingers stroked her pussy lips and circled her asshole, then crept inside both. I noticed they were careful not to touch her clit, just take her again and again to the edge of orgasm before slowing down and then starting again. Kate cried and sobbed in pleasure and frustration, but she never stopped watching me being used.

The cock was removed from my mouth, and the voice returned to my ear.

“I am going to fuck you in front of your wife. She is going to watch me take your slutty ass-pussy. Watch as a man claims you, fucks you, cums in you. And the best bit”

His fingers pulled apart the thong, prising it from between my ass cheeks.

“The very best bit”

His heavily lubricated finger slid into me, making me cry out.

“The thing that she will see and remember, is that I will make you cum without touching that little clitty of yours”

He fingered me hard, possessing my ass-pussy, touching me in places inside that I did not know existed. Sawing two, then three fingers into me while he continued to whisper in my ear.

“Just my cock. My cock inside you. That will make you cum in your cage. Like the little faggot slut you are”

Precum drooled out of my cage as he forced his fourth finger into my hole, followed soon after by his thumb.

“That’s it little faggot slut, drip and ooze for your Master. Now, tell me. Whose hole am I fisting?”

His fist pumped in and out now. I cried out, experiencing a gigantic internal shuddering that can only be described as a dry orgasm. Is this how women cum? As it reached its pinnacle I turned to look directly at him, crying out again.

“It’s your hole Master! I am your slut. Your girl. Your slave. Your hole!”

He grinned and whipped his fist out, leaving me hanging in my bonds, sweaty and chest heaving.

The bed shifts behind me and my skirt is flipped up, exposing me to him.

I look at Kate. She is shuddering and wailing, so close to orgasm again and again. Denied by the skilful tongues and fingers of her tormentors. A large dildo is being pushed in and out of her ass while her pussy is licked and sucked. They still aren’t touching her clit it seems.

No such problem at the other end, where one of the women is standing over Kate’s face holding her own pussy open and forcing her to eat her to orgasm.

“Now!”

The word is spoken by the man as an order. The women move quickly to comply. Another dildo is pushed into Kate’s dripping, bald pussy, so she is now double penetrated. The women’s mouth settle back onto Kate’s nipples. One hand of each takes command of one of the gigantic sex toys, their other hands hold Kate’s head upright and still. She can not look away, even if she wants to. She does not look as if she wants to.

“She will cum again and again. Harder than she has ever cum before. She will cum while she watches you being fucked by a real man. Specifically, she will cum as she watches you cum purely from being fucked. She will want to see it again”

The voice is in my ear, but this time I can feel his weight on my back. His fingers cupping my … breasts? My nipples exposed as he wrenches down my top.

Something is putting pressure on my ass-pussy. Pushing in. Splitting me open. Forcing its way into me.

I am overwhelmed. Physically I am helpless. Helpless and loving it. Emotionally I am taken. Submissive. I feel love for him. I cry and weep my pleasure. He bores into me. Kate watches as she is driven further and further, her eyes open wide at the look on my painted face. At the man behind me, using me.

He bottoms out, my ass is already loose from the fisting. This is different though. I was unprepared for the emotional aspect of being taken.

I sob as he pumps smoothly in and out, fully using his hole. I feel his cock head up in my stomach. My ass and crotch feel like they are full of molten gold, my insides liquified pleasure.

With what’s gone before, no-one can last long.

His thrust get faster and harder. Wilder. I hear him curse and swear in my ear.

“Oh! Jesus fuck. Take my cock you little whore. Gonna seed you. Breed you. Fill you full of my cum!”

The litany is enough.

I feel it create in seconds. A rush of all consuming pleasure that starts deep inside. His cock ramming into me pushes the pleasure onward, it doesn’t recede on the outthrust however, just gets bigger on every soul-owning drive into me.

I scream and the dam breaks. I begin to spray cum through my swinging cage. Kate watches it spray and drip all over her sweaty, gleaming, twitching and convulsing body.

As that happens, the women turn on the vibrators built into the dildos. From zero to max. Both simultaneously.

To say Kate cums is an understatement. She cums and cums and cums, her screams mixing with mine as I am relentlessly and violently fucked. He slams deep into me, pulling my hips back to him as he spasms. I feel him spurt and spurt inside me. The feeling of being marked and owned, no more than a thing to bring my Master pleasure, triggers the gut-wrenching internal orgasms again. Together, the internal and external orgasms ravage my body and mind. Kate is as helpless, mindlessly straining and twitching as the two women cum together all over her violently orgasming body.

Then things go black again.

We wake a few hours later. Still as we were, but now untied. Kate grabs my hair and pulls my face down and forces me to eat the cum and juice from her body and the bed. Mine, his, theirs and even hers. I eat her pussy and discover he fucked her too. I eat everything.

After her smaller but still impressive orgasm, we lay holding each other. We will have a lot to discuss, but later. Not now. Now we just relish the shared experience.

The invoice on the bedside table lists some of the speciality sexual services we paid for, an anniversary present to ourselves. It is marked ‘Paid in Full’ and ‘Services Complete’.

They even put the shopping away for us.

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