Letter from the Inquisition
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It all started as a joke. A few laughs with some colleagues about the ethics of being blindfolded and bound as part of the sexual act. I couldn’t see the point of it, but some of my work colleagues disagreed with me to the point of getting red in the face.
Then letters started arriving at my house. I couldn’t make out who the first one was from or what it was about, so I opened it. It was hand-written in a lovely curly script. It was short and to the point. The content could have been directed at anyone, but since it had my name on the envelope, I guessed it was directed at me.
22 Carlton Avenue
Friday 22nd January
8:30 pm
There was no name, no contact number or return address. It was a one way invitation to something. I smelt the letter in case there was perfume on it. I looked at the envelope both inside and out. I studied the handwriting. Nothing seemed to give it away.
Friday was three days away. I didn’t know what to do with the information. At first I thought it was some mistake. I couldn’t imagine someone inviting me or us to some event without stating who they were. It was certainly odd. I ripped both the letter and the envelope in two and then threw them in the bin; covering them under some other rubbish, out of sight from the wife.
None of my friends mentioned anything when we were drinking in the pub that evening. Nothing was mentioned by any of my colleagues during work the following day, despite me staring at one or two of the most obvious candidates to see if they would reveal anything.
That evening, when I arrived home, I picked up the usual junk letters and was about to throw them in the bin when I noticed another cream coloured envelope with just my name on the front of it like the last one. I contemplated just throwing it away but my curiosity took control.
I opened it.
Don’t forget Friday
I know you think this is a joke, but be there
You won’t regret it!
Again I ripped the paper and disposed of it in the bin, just before my wife came into the room. We chatted and started to prepare the evening meal. After we ate, we watched TV. My wife declared her intention for an early night and I knew all too well what that meant. She left me to watch the last fifteen minutes of the drama on the television before I joined her.
I was about three stairs up when I heard the letterbox creak open. As I looked behind me I saw a cream coloured letter being pushed through the opening. I rushed towards the door just as it fell to the floor. I fumbled with the keys in my trouser pockets and finally rescued them from all the crap and opened the door.
I rushed into the path leading to our house and virtually ran to the gate. It was closed and after opening it I rushed onto the street, looking first left and then right and then all around me. I saw no one. I kept still and silent, glancing occasionally left and right to see if there was any movement anywhere.
Nothing. No sight nor sound of anyone.
I eventually resigned myself to this strange event and went back inside. I picked up the letter and opened it as I walked towards the bin.
No need to bring anything with you on Friday
Just yourself, everything will be supplied
I already know you’re looking forward to it!
I ripped it up and buried the letter in the rubbish, once more.
I was, however, intrigued. Questions raged through my mind: Who the fuck could post this through my door and then disappear so quickly? What was it all about? Would I go?
The last question was the big one for me. In a way I was already hooked on knowing what it was all about. But it felt sinister or even worse, evil.
The next day came and went; still without any idea as to who was pulling my strings. If it wasn’t for the wife continually wanting my attention, I would have stood by the door and waited for an envelope to be pushed through it; keys already in the door waiting to open it and catch the perpetrator red-handed.
Every now and then I would venture out to the kitchen so that I could check that nothing had been deposited. On my third recce I saw it; lying flat and unpretentious on the ‘Welcome’ carpet by the door.
I picked it up, opened it and started reading.
Tomorrow is going to be so much fun
You must be so excited, waiting and anticipating
I wonder though, are you as excited as me!
Always three lines, I thought to myself, and no clue as to who it could be. None at all. At least this time there was reference to another person that may be there with me.
As I turned the letter in my hand I wondered who was posting them through my door. Someone I knew obviously, or maybe not. Could it be a complete stranger? The next door neighbour? My wife? No it wasn’t her, unless of course she asked someone else to post it the night I was walking up the stairs.
I raised my eyebrow at the thought and after discarding the letter went back inside to look at her a little more closely.
She seemed oblivious to anything and I immediately came to the conclusion that it had nothing to do with her. My next culprit was Justin. He was the kind of guy that would continue with extended practical jokes like these. Then I remembered the second letter, about this not being a joke.
In my mind, it had to be a prank. Didn’t it!
Friday came. I was shocked to find a letter on the carpet as soon as I got downstairs. My wife had obviously not noticed it and I quickly picked it up as I joined her in the kitchen. I made some coffee and graciously accepted the toast that my wife had made.
Tonight is nearly here
Can you contain yourself, I can’t
Don’t forget that you will be working very late tonight!
Six o’clock came and went. Six thirty followed it.
I picked up the phone and dialled my wife’s number. I explained that I would have to work very late on a report that was due in the following Monday. I apologised profusely for letting this get out of hand. I flustered when she asked when I would be home and whether I needed food.
I didn’t know what time I would be home so I just told her to leave me out of her plans.
I started to twiddle with my pen as soon as the phone was replaced on its stand. I picked up the phone again and ordered a take-away pizza to be delivered. By seven o’clock I was devouring, very nervously, a Margherita pizza. I don’t know why but I shied away from pepperoni just in case.
By seven thirty I was packing up my work and getting ready to leave. I had an hour to get to Carlton Avenue. I started to panic. I was looking left and right as if directional thought would help me in any way, but I couldn’t remember the number of the house on the first letter. The number twenty kept repeating itself but I couldn’t be sure if that was right.
I kept struggling to remember all the way down in the lift. As I reached the door to the office a security guard called my name. I turned to look in his direction as he informed me that there was a letter for me.
My mouth opened and I quickly shut it tight as I walked towards him to retrieve it. My name was clearly written in script on the front. I opened it as I walked to my car; pulling roughly at the envelope and ripping it with my finger along its length. I extracted the letter quickly.
You must be leaving work if you’re reading this
Don’t forget
Number 22
A sigh of relief hit me like a lightning bolt but was quickly followed by anxiety and concern. How did they know I couldn’t remember the house number? Again, just the three lines on the letter. I scrunched it up and pocketed it before getting in the car.
My heart was pounding in my chest. I kept looking around to see whether a car was following me, while at the same time driving straight to Carlton Avenue, number twenty two. I would have been useless as a spy; never once covering my tracks or being cautious about this whole affair.
I turned left into Carlton Avenue and then I pulled up outside number twenty two.
I was breathing heavily, and I could see my breath as it hit the cold night air. I wandered up to number twenty two expecting to ring the bell or knock on the door but it was already open; ajar and waiting for me to enter.
I cautiously pushed it open expecting someone to jump out and frighten the life out of me, but the door opened quietly and I stepped inside.
The house was eerily quiet. The door swung to close behind me but didn’t shut tight. That suited me, just in case I needed to run for it.
I headed for what looked like the lounge. Inside, on the coffee table was an envelope.
Upstairs
Second door on your right
Open it
I looked at the letter and around at the layout of the lounge. The leather sofas seemed expensive. The ornaments and trinkets on the shelves were kept to a minimum. Only the soft glow from the standard lamps lit the room.
I saw a few books and magazines under the coffee table but looked no further as to any clues as to who they belonged to. I figured the biggest clue was upstairs, behind the second door on the right.
I headed up the stairs; trying my best not to make a sound. When I reached the top I looked behind me to make sure no one was following. I headed towards the second door; the only one to be left slightly open. I pushed it.
The room was lit by a few small table lamps. In the centre was a huge bed with posts at each end; but not your standard four poster bed at all. There was no duvet or pillows on the bed but there was a naked woman, blindfolded and strapped to the four posts in what seemed an uncomfortable way.
Each strapping was tied securely to her ankles and wrists. Her black blindfold covered most of her face. A studded leather necklace was the only thing she wore and her hair was laid out behind her in the shape of a fan. She was, to all intent and purpose, laid out like a sacrificial lamb on the white cotton sheet.
I could see the woman search the room with all the senses she had. Her head twitched when I moved as she searched out the direction of the sound. As I watched her I sensed she was sniffing the air for clues as to who was standing at the end of the bed.
The one envelope to her left was obviously for me. On the outside was written.
Mandy’s
Instruction Manual
I picked it up and opened it. I could see her mouth open and Mandy sucked in some air as I ripped the envelope apart. The instructions were clear.
Her name is Mandy
Do not talk – She mustn’t either
Do not release her bonds
She is your plaything for the evening
She knows nothing about you, who you are or what sex you are
Have fun!
You must leave once you have cum :-)
The person that left the note had obviously had a field day with six whole lines of text and a smiley. I looked at the note and then back at Mandy.
Her small breasts were lifting and sinking as she pulled against the ropes. There was little room for manoeuvre as she was pulled as tight as an elastic band by her bonds.
I rolled up the paper into a tube and let it gently rub the underside of her left foot.
Mandy squirmed and whimpered at the touch. I let out a small guffaw at her uncomfortable dilemma.
I felt myself getting hard in the trouser department and I could tell that it would be hard not to ‘have fun’ as the letter put it.
I stroked the inside of her leg with the same letter, letting it travel as far up her leg and thigh as it could without me touching the bed.
As I moved to the side of the bed, the paper slid further upwards until I pulled it completely away from her. The next touch was on her left nipple.
Mandy gasped.
I started to strip off my clothes. It was a big decision that I had made; a married man, a complete naked submissive, a blindfold and no repercussions.
I actually folded them neatly on the chair in the corner of the room before standing and looking down onto Mandy; except my cock was rigid and my eyes fully open.
I didn’t know where to start.
I smiled at her. Why? I don’t know, but I did. Maybe I was smiling to myself instead; like a boy let loose in a toy shop and told to choose anything he wanted.
Well, I wanted everything on display.
I knelt on the bed and dipped my head down onto Mandy’s nipple. I flicked at it a few times with my tongue; each time eliciting a sigh from her mouth. Mandy gasped when I took it into my mouth to suck on it but my fingertips were inextricably drawn to her nipples.
Mandy let out a squeal when I pinched them and my cock hardened at the scream she let out.
My next station stop with my fingertips was her pussy. I let my fingers caress all the way down her stomach until I dipped one of them into her belly button. From there my hand found itself snaking between her moist lips. Actually, moist is a bit of an understatement. Mandy was soaked, and the bed beneath her was sporting a damp patch. I just knew I was about to make it worse.
I wanted to draw my tongue over her lips but I slipped my fingers into her a few times before drawing the full length up and out of her pussy and across the hood of her clitoris. Mandy let out an audible gasp as I did so. Every time I touched her, the sounds she made, made me smile.
I finally knelt between her legs and I started to stroke my cock as I fingered her pussy. I knelt down and planted a few kisses on her knees; working my way up her thighs until I kissed her tender inner flesh. My breath snaked its way across her lips and I must admit to giving it a quick blow to cool her down. It seemed to have the opposite effect.
Mandy started bucking her hips a little; in expectation of my tongue or finger, touching her. I think she wanted it inside her some more. I lowered my head to her slick lips and kissed them tenderly before drawing my tongue across them and then up their length and over her clit. She let out an almighty moan at that single movement.
I settled down to licking all the way from the bottom of her pussy to the top; gathering in all the juices she was creating and swallowing just before I flicked her clit. I could feel her excitement build up.
I started pulling on my cock as I licked her; letting my tongue concentrate on her pussy lips for a while before I started going through the alphabet on her clit. I only got to the letter ‘K’ before she climaxed; flooding my mouth in the process with the copious quantities of pussy juice she exuded.
I lapped at her and sucked as much in as I could. I loved it. My mouth descended one more time and I repeated the alphabet. This time I got to ‘G’ before Mandy was panting hard. She let out a loud groan once more and then I knew I would have to fuck her.
I lifted her body up as much as her bonds would allow but there was not enough space to place my thighs under her, so I let my finger snake along her anus instead. I allowed myself a few circling strokes of her tight little hole with my finger; teasing her with it.
I could tell that she wanted me to insert it as she thrust her bottom into me with every touch. I placed my hands either side of her body and presented my cock to her. Her body seemed to suck it in rather than me having to push. It slid smoothly inside her until I was buried; balls deep, in her wet hole. I started to fuck her. Slow strokes at first but her moaning and groaning caused me to fuck her a little faster and before long I was delivering deep, penetrative strokes that caused her to expel all the air in her lungs. Each stroke was associated with clenched buttocks and I made sure that my cock couldn’t impale her any further before I shook and shivered myself. Withdrawing my whole length, I slammed it in again and made sure she gasped as I did so.
Her pussy became wetter and wetter; to the point where she was so slippery I could hardly feel anything as I fucked into her. I guessed she had come a few times in the process with each one adding to the juices from the one before.
I concentrated hard and my first jet came inside Mandy, my second left my cock as I was pulling out of her and my third spurted over her lower body as I grunted hard. I was glad she couldn’t see the face I was making as I did so.
I leant back on my haunches, breathing hard and looking at the mess I had made over her. It was such a nice mess. The bedclothes were soaked and I could see my juices mixed with Mandy’s seep from her well used cunt. Her chest was heaving as she gulped in much needed lungful’s of air.
I didn’t want to follow the letter that was clinging unceremoniously to the edge of the bed. I wanted to fuck her again; but it clearly said I must leave once I had come. But who would know?
I slipped off the bed. I allowed myself once kiss of her pussy before I backed away.
There is a choice of endings. Click on the title to reveal the story. Let me know which one you choose, or if you visit both, which one you prefer.
Alternate Ending 1: The Ending with a bit of a Twist…
“Does she taste nice?”
I stiffened as the voice behind me spoke. I spun around and stopped in my tracks. My life was well and truly over. I suddenly visualised a destitute life, living out of a park bench and covered in donated daily newspapers for warmth.
My wife stood in the doorway with a cream coloured envelope in her hand. I had guessed that she too had received an invitation to twenty two Carlton Avenue.
She threw the letter to the ground. I watched with some uncertainty as she was unbuttoning her black leather coat; a coat that I struggled to remember being in her wardrobe at home. A black Basque started to reveal itself and as I watched, I saw her sexy underwear appear.
I looked up into her eyes and saw that she was grinning. With her coat unbuttoned, she shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor. That was when I noticed the black dildo dangling from her groin.
“Lick her some more,” she instructed.
I turned, and nervously did my wife’s bidding. Thoughts of my wife fucking Mandy after I had pleasured her, raged through me. I felt a hand stroke my cock as it throbbed and started to engorge itself once more. I sighed and licked Mandy’s pussy. The girl was moaning once more and I could taste her juices and the remains of my spunk as I swallowed.
My wife’s hand continued to stroke my cock until it was horizontally erect. Her other hand circled my balls and I felt her tug at them; she pulled me from Mandy’s pussy by my balls.
“Get off the bed and get behind me,” she ordered.
I got off the bed and watched my wife crawl up it, position herself between Mandy’s legs and slip her tongue into her moistened slit. I immediately started to pull on my cock; such was the eroticism of the sight before me. I dipped my head into my wife’s upturned arse and started to lick her.
Her scent invaded my nostrils and I knew she would be as wet as Mandy, even before my tongue touched her.
At that point I wanted to ask her so many questions but I just licked around her anus and over her pubis; eliciting moans and groans from her as Mandy was coming once more. With Mandy’s orgasm out of the way, my head was suddenly pushed back as my wife pushed me backwards and got off the bed.
“I want you to fuck her,” she told me.
I looked into her eyes; my excitement clear for her to see. Her wry grin assured me that she was happy with the arrangement.
I got on the bed and once more buried my cock deep into Mandy’s cunt; her breathing was erratic and her moans denied her of the opportunity to recover completely.
I had only penetrated Mandy several times when I felt the bed move; but concentrated on fucking her as best I could.
To my surprise I could see my wife’s feet on the bed before she knelt down over me and then I could feel her hands on my back and her body resting on my bum; making it impossible for me to move.
I felt it nudge me and slide across my backside. Then I felt it point in the direction it wanted to go and nudge open my tight little hole.
“Julie, No-“
“David, Yes,” was her reply. It was more of an order really. I didn’t have an option open to me.
I closed my eyes and waited. I felt her dildo enter me. It was smooth and seemed to penetrate me with little effort. After the initial squeeze, and my wife telling me to relax, it slipped in without any issues.
I was stuck with my cock inside Mandy as my wife started to fuck me.
“Come on you,” she said, “make a little effort and fuck that tart underneath you.”
I started to buck and fuck as best I could with the weight of another body on me. Every time I pushed backwards seemed to coincide with my wife’s forward motion and I felt her cock push up deep inside me. Mandy was getting the same with my forward motions and soon we got into the rhythm.
My wife’s fucking was enjoyable, so much so that it was I that was about to cum first and I spurted inside Mandy once again. My wife didn’t let up on her fucking until Mandy had experienced another orgasm and eventually we separated and tried our best to recover.
I was concerned for Mandy with the weight of both of us on top of her, even though she was breathing heavily and fully sated when we rolled off her.
Julie pulled the blindfold off Mandy and after blinking a few times she looked at me with the biggest smile on her face imaginable.
“That was fucking amazing,” she said.
“You’ve got a good one there Julie, and it’s my turn next.”
Next? I thought. Somehow, I seemed to have become a fuck toy. I had thousands of questions welling up inside me, waiting to be answered. The only answer I got was that Mandy was the wife of a friend from my work; the friend that was involved in the discussions about bondage and blindfolds.
Mandy was also my wife’s bit on the side, and had been for a while. They had been waiting patiently for a plan to present itself and teach me a lesson.
And here I was, their toy, waiting patiently while the strap-on exchanged hands.
Alternate Ending 2: The More Sinister Ending...
I had left Mandy, in the room, as instructed. She was still breathing heavily when I closed the door and left the house.
I waited outside for a while to see who would enter the building and set her free. I waited too long and saw no one enter at all.
ooOoo
A few days later – a cream coloured letter arrived on the doorstep addressed to my wife. It had a little more substance to it and I figured there were more than 3 lines of text inside. I opened it just in case.
Inside was a USB stick. I looked at it with more than a little apprehension and then I hastily unfolded the letter and read it.
I know you’ve intercepted this letter and I’m glad
You are now mine and this won’t be your last visit to 22 Carlton Avenue
Looking forward to more fun and games
The day after tomorrow 18:00 sharp – make your excuses now
Do enjoy the video
I rushed upstairs and switched my laptop on. I quickly plugged the stick into it and watched with horror at the complete recording of the whole event; and not just from one angle either, there must have been four maybe five cameras. I saw myself in all my glory, stripping for the cameras and fucking the woman that lay pinned to the bed.
As I watched, I started to feel a sickness deep down in the pit of my stomach and wondered what else would be coming my way. Guilt started to set in. How many times would these letters arrive addressed to my wife? And more to the point, what if I was unable to intercept one of them.
I kept wondering whether it was someone from work, someone that knew me and had set me up.
The following day, while talking to my wife, I mentioned the fact that I would be late home from work.
ooOoo
Thursday came too soon and at six o’clock I found myself opening the door of twenty two Carlton Avenue and swallowing hard in the process. My heart started beating fast as the door swung open; not even a creaking sound was heard, though the eeriness was just as sinister. I could smell perfume, lots of it. Just inside the door was a wooden sign post standing on the floor at the foot of the stairs.
This Way ---►
It pointed to the living room and I opened the door and walked in.
My lips started quivering as I looked around at the four women in the room; two of them naked, one of them sitting on the lap of another, the woman’s hand from underneath stroking the inside of the other’s thigh. I recognised the one standing and facing me dressed in the red Basque and stockings and I closed my eyes momentarily as a devilish smile crossed her face. I looked away and towards the woman on the sofa. I recognised her as the wife of my boss; who I had only met twice before at work functions. She was also dressed in a sexy black outfit. She stood and addressed me.
“David, it’s nice to see you. Do you know everyone?” She asked pointing around the room to everyone present.
I shook my head.
“Well, I am Elizabeth, you know me don’t you?” she said, smiling at me with a grin that said, ‘I’ve seen you fuck.’
“Yes I do.” I nodded.
“And you know who my husband is?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Well,” she said, pointing at the first lady on the chair. “This is Debbie,” Debbie nodded at me and then licked her lips in a sexually enticing way.
“Amelia.” Amelia raised her hand to wave at me but Debbie immediately grabbed it and placed it back on the inside of her thigh. Amelia blew me a kiss; her lipstick bright red and totally unspoilt.
“You know Vanessa don’t you, darling,” she said pointing at the woman in the red Basque.
I did indeed know Vanessa; she was a colleague of mine, and one that was involved in the original conversation on bondage and blindfolds all that time ago.
“Found it,” a shrill squeak came from the voice that had just appeared behind me.
“Oh, and this of course, is Mandy. You’ve met Mandy before.”
Mandy came bounding through the door with a mass of straps and a dildo in her hands, she was over the moon and once she noticed me, she smiled, sidled up to me and ran her hand over my body and down onto my cock. She pushed her hand onto it and I felt it grow instantly at her touch. Her sigh of contentment caused me to smile back at her; losing many of my initial inhibitions.
“It was such a nice cock, but these buggers wouldn’t let me play with you. I hate them sometimes.”
“Me too,” I responded.
“Well, my boy, you had better get naked for us to play with you. Don’t you think!” said Elizabeth.
I realised that I had no choice in the matter. My only regret was that this orgy involved Vanessa and Elizabeth. I then wondered that if I hadn’t had been there, would they still be gathered in this state of undress. I could only come to one conclusion and that was a resounding yes.
As I removed the last of my clothes, my cock sprung upwards.
“Oooo, someone, suck it quick,” announced Amelia, “my hands are already full.”
When I looked, I noticed her fingers were buried deep in Debbie’s pussy and both women were staring intently at my lower regions; though Debbie’s eyes were closing and opening at regular intervals. It was Elizabeth that knelt on the floor in front of me. My hand came up on the top of her head as her fingers curled around my cock and her mouth opened.
Mandy had tightening the straps on the strap-on and had sat in the middle of the sofa; her arms outstretched and smiling intently at Vanessa. I watched as Vanessa climbed over Mandy’s thighs and kissed her full on the lips.
My buttocks clenched as Elizabeth’s soft lips engulfed my cock and my hand slipped to the back of her head. I pulled her towards me.
Her lack of gag reflex shocked me at first but it was such an amazing feeling when my cock slipped all the way down her throat, especially when she started to swallow. I never expected that from the boss’s wife. It was such an exquisite feeling. There was no rubbing, no pulling, no friction, yet the pressure her throat placed on my cock was outstanding.
Vanessa finally lifted herself on top of Mandy’s cock and buried it deep inside her.
With my cock pulsing inside Elizabeth’s throat, my attention was taken by Debbie who was moaning on two fingers that were constantly being pushed in and out of her open and inviting cunt. Her right nipple was being sucked into Amelia’s mouth and I watched as Debbie’s juices flowed from her pussy onto Emelia’s fingers and thigh.
With her eyes closed, Debbie sighed heavily as she came on Amelia’s fingers.
I looked down on Elizabeth and started to contract the muscles around my cock. I wanted to explode down her throat and provide her with copious quantities of spunk, but I also wanted to last. I couldn’t believe my cock was that far down the boss’ wife’s throat.
Through that single conversation, I had found myself inside the den of iniquity, full of five lustful and wanton women, pleasing themselves on each other and me.
It was going to be a long and eventful evening.
Myra
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