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Cathy's Permission and Fall
by Anonymous (address withheld)
***
My wife gave me permission for anything, to do anything.
So I asked for a little help from my friends. (M+/F,
wife, reluc, exh, orgy, bd)
***
There wasn't a sound. Yet.
But she knew she was in for a night to be remembered.
Greg had walked with her blindfolded not too far away.
When the blindfold was removed she didn't recognize
where she was. He told her to undress down to the bra,
the one he had chosen.
Cathy, alone in the room, waiting for the door to
reopen. She had asked to be used anyway Greg wanted. She
didn't know how long it had been since he put her up
like this, but she was impatient. Greg had told her to
just wait and not move from the spot she was in, not
that she had much choice.
Her white, curvy 5' 9" body was tied to the post, her
arms loosely bound to her sides; so she could move them
to keep circulation. Her voluptuous breasts were bulging
out of the skimpy black bra she wore, accented by the
rope holding her to the post tied just above and bellow
them. She was a beautiful woman with hips and ass to
match her magnificent breasts. Her long legs, which she
always thought of as her best feature, slightly parted.
Parted enough to allow the dildo that Greg had slowly,
achingly slowly, inserted into her pussy with the
instructions that she should make sure it was still
there when he returned. He would whip her if it wasn't
and she didn't want that. Really didn't want that. She
hated pain, almost in any form, let alone intentionally
inflicted pain. She wasn't entirely sure Greg would whip
her. He knew she couldn't stand it, would hold it
against him. But she had submitted to his control
signing an agreement he could do ANYthing he wanted and
that was that.
But she struggled with her thoughts. Could she not
resent it? Would Greg whip her anyway? He had tapped her
ass with something before he left, and it had stung just
a bit. She yelped, but as the sting had subsided, it
felt hot and good. Damn it. She didn't want to like it,
but it was still there just a bit. Warm and feeling
good. Oh, God, she was confused and in a bind,
literally.
She had been tied up, oiled up till she shined. Greg had
stimulated her breasts and clit. Teasing her within an
inch of coming before he put in the dildo so slowly, and
left her. Her head was held in place by the strap across
her fore head. She couldn't see him insert the dildo.
She felt the lube, cold and slick. But the unseen dildo
felt different than any before that they had used. Not
bigger, not harder, not too much wider, just different
in a way that half excited her even though she couldn't
define why.
The last thing Greg had done was to cover her ears with
something that looked like headphones, and then,
removing the strap holding her head still, place a black
sack over her head. The sack had a cinch which closed
around her neck. It was silence and total darkness for
her. She could breath, but it felt warm, moist. The feel
of the ropes binding her, and the dildo which kept
trying to slip out of her pussy when she lost her
concentration about holding it in place, all of this
added up to a slight rise in her excitement level.
She was starting to feel that he would never return when
she felt from her feet more than anything that the door
had opened and steps were approaching. The ear muffs
were quite effective at restricting her hearing, but she
could her a voice talking. She was surprised to perceive
the possibility of another voice, too. Then it began.
First the ear mufflers started playing music softly.
They were headphones! Cathy now realized then she
couldn't hear anything BUT the soft music. She felt a
hand softly touching her oiled skin. First at her feet,
softly rising along the back of her leg, circling and
swirling sensuously. Rising slowly to her hips, and then
the back of her hips and squeezing her butt. The hand
circled slowly towards her clit and stayed there.
Lightly circling the outer edges of her labia and
occasionally brushing her nub, giving her a start. She
would twitch her hips, but the finger still found its
mark. She knew this was Greg touching her. The soft
touch was his style and she loved it.
Suddenly, another pair of hands gripped her breasts from
behind. Oh, my God, Greg had brought someone with him!
These hands were less gentle, but still not rough. Her
bra was removed, well, more like cut off of her. She
could feel the back of the knife blade's cold steel as
it sliced off the straps, then the steel reappeared at
her back. Her bra fell at her feet. Her breasts were
hefted and cupped, and then she felt fingers making
there way slowly towards her nipples. They stopped just
before they got there. They moved back down the skin of
her breasts. Again slowly. Then her neck was kissed.
And sucked on. She broke out in goosebumps
involuntarily. She forgot about the dildo just long
enough for it to slip out a bit. She tensed, and
squeezed her pussy to hold it in place again. But the
neck kissing kept up with more intensity now. There was
nipping and sucking. She moaned.
Then the hand at her pussy was joined by another. The
dildo was thankfully pushed back in. Then her labia were
spread wide, and a full blown assault on her pussy
started, softly at first, but slowly rising in both
pressure and pace. Just the lips were being touched, up
and down, right to her opening where the dildo was and
then up around her clit, not quite touching it but not
quite not touching it either. She moaned again.
The kissing on her neck stopped. The attention to her
breasts resumed in earnest. Her nipples were circled
then held between a pair of thumbs and forefingers.
Squeezed and pinched then pulled out and then circled
again. She felt herself getting wetter and her breathing
changed to deeper, faster breaths.
She tried to raise her hands, but she had forgot in the
heat of the moment that they were not available to her.
The ropes snapped tight. Her hands opened, wanting to
hold something. Everything stopped.
Her ass felt another snapping blow. She yelped in
surprise. Again with the sting! Then the heat she felt
subsided ever so slowly. Damn it again. It felt good in
spite of herself.
The dildo started a gentle vibrating. It was slowly
removed only to press against her clit softly. It slowly
moved around her labia, fingers stretching her lips
apart. The vibrations were having an effect, and then
she felt more lube being applied. Relentlessly the
vibrations continued to move around her exposed pussy
area.
Her breasts were again being stimulated. Her nipples
circled again but with a bit more pressure. Then one
breast cupped, lifted and her nipple sucked into a warm
mouth. Gently suckled, and positioned so that the
strange tongue was underneath her nipple, stroking it
back and forth. She felt a stubble from the person
sucking her. The other breast was being pressed with a
heal of a hand circling that nipple. She loved this.
She was starting to get wet in earnest. Cathy was
betraying her resistance to being used in this way,
against her will, against her upbringing. She knew she
was in deep trouble when two fingers plunged into pussy
moving in and out and the dildo vibrations increased a
bit in intensity and more closely to her clit. Her
breathing was getting ragged. Her hips started moving
encouraging the fingers probing her. She was close; so
close.
She asked out loud if she could come. Everything stopped
again. Again after a moment she felt the sting of
whatever the hell it was that was hitting her ass. Once
on one side and the once on the other. Slightly harder
this time. It didn't sting so much as hurt. She cried
out, "Please, no more." Then a repeat on each ass cheek
to silence her.
The heat lasted longer, but so did the warm, strangely
good feeling as the hurt went to sting then to hot then
warm then slowly disintegrated into...She couldn't say
it wasn't there, but she couldn't sense it as being
distinct either.
She was in trouble. They were going to do what they
wanted. The dildo was reinserted into her pussy, still
vibrating, which made it slightly harder to keep in her.
It was slipping out slowly. She squeezed her pussy
harder.
Nothing moved for a long time, not her, not whoever was
with her. Just the dildo vibrating away softly. And the
music in her ears. It was softly musical without having
a definite style. Sometimes piano, sometimes an
ensemble, sometimes she thought she could hear the sighs
and moans of sex, but it was all recessed just barely
audible behind the music. Her legs were starting to
ache. And the damn dildo was ever so slowly answering
the call of gravity besides her efforts to hold it in
place.
She sensed movement. She was being slowly untied. First
her head, then the ropes around her breasts, then... no,
her hands were still tied to her waist. She tried to
grope around with them only to be rewarded with a light
swat with what she now termed "the instrument" to her
left breast. The implication was clear enough. She was
to remain passive, or be whipped. Then the dildo was
thankfully removed and she was led away. The music
remained as did the hood. Hands were holding her on each
side. They walked. They walked for a while.
Suddenly, she felt the cool outside air on her body. She
didn't like that. Who would see her? She wished she
could hear or see, but that was not possible. Her
nipples hardened on their own. This was rewarded with
gently circling fingers, which only made them harder,
more visible, more sensitive, and her more wet.
Oh, lord, Greg really got her this time. She didn't know
where she was or who she was with, really, and who was
seeing her. She had no control, and no one would know it
was her, what with the hood and all, but still she
resisted actually liking what was happening. She wasn't
supposed to like it, was she? Then the thought bloomed
in her mind that she really did like it. What choice did
she have anyway?
The fingers stopped circling her nipples. She was lifted
off the ground slightly. Suddenly it was warm again.
They put her back down and proceeded a short way,
holding on to her at each side.
They stopped. The hands and arms still held her. But now
new hands groped her. Her breasts were touched, her body
stroked, her legs massaged, her butt touched and
squeezed. She felt new oil being applied to her body.
All over her body. Into her pussy, running down the
crack of her pretty ass, over her breasts.
Then Cathy felt all the hands picking her up. Easily.
They placed her onto a ... platform? It was padded, but
not soft like a bed. Hands were all over her. She
couldn't keep track. It seemed like every part of her
was being touched, and oiled and slick. Her pussy was
penetrated with what she felt were fingers, her clit
circled, her breasts were fondled. Her legs stoked along
with her feet. All not harshly, but insistently.
God, how many people were there? Six, ten? Who were
they? Were they all men? Did she really care? Every now
and then a finger would dangerously circle her anus, and
she would tighten it. It felt good along with every
other thing that was happening, but she didn't like anal
penetration. Again she realized that she didn't really
have a choice.
Cathy wanted to have the hood removed, then she didn't,
then she did. She couldn't make up her mind, but she was
afraid to ask out loud for fear of 'the instrument"
striking her. Actually as she thought about it, it
wasn't unpleasant, per se, except just for a second,
then it felt... well, good. But she didn't like that
particular second very much so she kept quiet.
Again, as if on signal, everything stopped. Moments
passed. She felt eyes gazing at her. At her untrimmed
pussy, at her belly, which she always felt embarrassed
about, at her breasts. She was on display. Like it or
not. Timed past, she lost track of her thoughts and
time. She did notice that the music got just a bit
louder. And so did the sounds of sex in the background.
Every now and then she could make out phrases like "oh,
fuck me!" and words like "harder!" spoken with real
urgency amid the moaning and the sighing.
Then, finally, her arms were gently untied and pulled
over her head, and retied, not tightly, but she couldn't
move much. A pair of hands messaged her arms, adding a
bit of warm oil. She forearms lightly stroked, then her
biceps, then onto her shoulders. It was a nice massage,
not deep, but intimate. Then another pair of hands
started the same way on her feet and up her legs.
Again another pair of hands, maybe it was two pair, were
gently stroking her stomach and then even more hands a
pair per breast were kneading her, teasing her, exciting
her. She had never had so much attention to her body and
she was overcome with sensation. Her embarrassment was
gone and replaced with sheer sensation. Her moans were
mixing with the sounds she was hearing in her ears.
She felt her legs being raised and separated above her
and tied from above with soft silk streamers, as near as
she could tell. She felt the platform, or whatever it
was being folded? Anyway it was knocking around as it
was being manipulated. She sensed it was being tilted
down slightly. For a moment everything stopped as if
someone had pressed the pause button. Nothing and no one
moved. Then she felt it.
At first she thought it was the dildo again, but it was
bigger. And warmer. A penis, an erect penis. And it was
moving up and down her labia. Then it was at her
opening, just resting there.
Suddenly, it plunged into her with force. It surprised
her, and she moaned in response as it filled her. It
started stroking in and out of her, slowly at first then
with increasing speed and force. Hands reappeared all
over her body. Her breasts were being fondled, and
nipples pinched and circled. Hands at her neck, on her
stomach. Under her butt. Kneading, insistent, filling
her with sensations she couldn't keep track of.
She was being fucked, and fucked like she could never
have imagined. Then more lube was applied to her labia
and a finger, then two stoked up and down her lips
keeping pace with the cock that was impaling her again
and again, deeper, then almost out then pushing in again
touching every part of her insides. The fingers were
finding their way to her clit. Her breasts were alive
with the sensations of stimulation and circling, and
pinching and she was losing it. Two fingers found her
clit, back and forth right on it. Her breathing became
more ragged and shallow.
She felt the orgasm start deep in her. She was being
fucked and felt up and massaged, and now she was going
to come. She knew she couldn't stop it, nor did she
care. It welled up hard and fast. She started squeezing
the cock inside her, pulsing her muscles, then her
stomach started to spasm, tightening and rolling.
Finally she felt her whole body twitch uncontrollably.
She gasped then moaned loudly.
The hands disappeared immediately from her body and the
cock in her pulsed and shrunk, slowly popping out of
her. Her legs were untied. Her arms freed. All the hands
in unison lifted her off the platform, placing her
softly on a bed. Then she was being held tightly and a
knee was pressed gently into her pussy as she came down
from her orgasm. For minutes she held on to a body next
to her and calmed down.
The music slowly abated in her ears and the hood and
headphones removed. She was told to keep her eyes closed
until she heard the door close by a voice she didn't
recognize. She could hear now the sounds of people
leaving, and whispering. She heard individual words like
"awesome" and "beautiful" and...The door closed.
When she opened her eyes, Greg held her close and told
her how much he loved her and how wonderful she was, and
they slowly came back to normal and their normal life.
She was in her bedroom with her husband holding her
tight. Filled with both memories and the love that
surrounded her, she kissed him and fell into a deep and
satisfying sleep.
END
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