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My phone alarm sounded, I rolled over to cancel it then sat up with a start - “G, wake up, it’s half past eight”. She groaned, then realised what the time meant. After quick showers in the en-suite we dressed in the same clothes we’d worn on the beach yesterday, collected our few possessions, crept out and quietly walked down the stairs. As we came to the hall a hearty “Morning” came from the family room. Peter sat at their table with a steaming mug, “Come and have some breakfast”. We walked into the room, feeling quite sheepish “Sorry Pete, we think we’ve outstayed your welcome, you ought to have your home back”. “Nonsense” came the reply “you’re welcome to hang around, there’s plenty of food and a cafetiere of fresh coffee just waiting to be drunk”. So we joined Peter and tucked into a ‘Full English’ as well as the delicious coffee.
As we were finishing our food Angie appeared, looking fresh and smiling broadly “ I hope you slept well”.
We nodded “Like a log, both of us”. “And how did you enjoy our playtime?”.
“Well, my balls still ache, my cock is sore and the whole thing was a huge turn-on”.
“That Symboline thing gave me huge orgasms, I think I’ll have one for Christmas, perhaps as a very early prezzie”.
Angie giggled “It’s a Sybian, but we’ve got lots of nice toys for you to try, I’ll give you a tour of our playroom after I’ve had breakfast”. So that was our quiet departure scuppered.
Peter joined in “Saints are playing at Anfield today, it’s the 3pm kick off and on Sky. Fancy watching with me S?” I beamed “Great, it’s a date”. I glanced at G, she looked distinctly unimpressed. Angie saw her reaction “Don’t worry, we will have some fun while they behave like a couple of grey teens!”
We sat chatting to our hosts while Angie had her breakfast. Finally she swigged down the last of a large mug of tea and announced it was time for our tour. Dutifully we followed her upstairs while Peter remained browsing the news on his laptop. “Over the years we’ve collected quite a lot of stuff, bought expensive equipment bit-by-bit, sometimes people leave their toys behind and many of our guests only seem to want to use their clothes once, so we clean everything thoroughly and add them to our collection. That’s how we were able to offer you so much stuff last night”.
She opened the playroom door and let us go into the room first. This was the first time I’d seen it, G only knew it as dimly lit, now it was full of light. “So you know the cock torture bench from you own experiences, no more to be said! The bed is a normal small double, the iron frame has extra bits welded on to anchor ropes and cuffs. Over here is the horse, you lie on its padded top and have your limbs shacked to the legs and your partner has full access to your sensitive bits. I love being done on this! The Andrew’s cross is fixed to the wall, the sub can be tied either way round, face to wall for punishment, face out for pleasure”.
Angie walked to one side of the cross which was surrounded by a thick wood frame with metal eyes all round, pulled on one side piece which then swung out 90 degrees to the wall. “You stand on the bottom ledge, then your dom secures your wrists and ankles to the eyes then has easy access to both front and back. You can also be tied tightly to one vertical like a pole. Very nice, I love using this to dom Peter then suck him off”.
Over in a corner there was a tall box-like object, Angie went to it and pushed on one side which gave way under her pressure “This is a latex vacuum box for Peter”, she turned the object around and showed the material flapping on the back side “He gets in here, then stands up and pushes his head through the hole in the top, it’s then tight around his neck. He pushes his cock through here” pointing at a hole halfway up one side “I seal the entrance, connect a vacuum cleaner to the tube at the base, turn it on, and the latex is drawn against his body so he can’t move at all. Then I play with his cock, pleasure by torture!”
“There’s another one, a smaller cube that I go into and Peter gives me endless orgasms”.
“And here’s the Sybian G used to great effect last night”. I looked at the object, imagining G sitting on it having multiple orgasms - the effect was a definite hardening of my sore cock.
“We’ve got even more in the garage, stuff that we only use occasionally. Also you see the cupboard in the corner, that’s full of toys, handcuffs, rope, gags, whips - everything you need for a good bondage session”. Angie grinned at us, then motioned to leave, we returned to the family room to join Peter for more social (rather than sexual) intercourse.
Later, after a lengthy lunch Peter and I settled down to watch the match build-up while Angie and G wandered off for their girly-talk.
G’s story
We left the men engrossed in a footy pundit rabbiting on about some arcane interpretation of the offside law, Angie carried two mugs of coffee and I had a tin of biscuits. She took me upstairs and we ended up in a small room used as an office with a comfortable sofa along one wall where we sat down cradling the hot drinks and munching on chocolate Hobnobs.
Angie started to chat “Oddly I didn’t get to see how you enjoyed last night’s session - somehow my blindfold and gag got in the way”.
I giggled “But I watched you and you were having a grand time”. We chatted away about the session, what had turned us on - and what didn’t. Then, without warning, Angie put one hand on my leg and softly, so softly, stroked it up and down. “Is that nice?” I nodded. “Can I kiss you?” I nodded. She leant across and pressed her lips against mine, her hand continuing its soft journey up and down my legs. Inside I was jelly, I desired this woman, I wanted her to make love to me. Her kiss became harder, her tongue pushed against my lips and I let her in.
“Let’s Play”. Whispered into my mouth, I nodded again. “ Go to your room and find some sexy clothes, something pretty and feminine. I’ll change and come to you”. We went our separate ways. In our bedroom I found just the outfit, a soft black body with a red flower motif and what appeared to be a matching pair of stockings with the motif running up the back of the legs. I finished this off with a pair of black stiletto heeled shoes in my size. I dressed up and tottered around the room on the heels, quite unused to wearing anything higher than ordinarily heeled street shoes.
There was a soft knock on the door and Angie came in. What a sight she was wearing a bright red, very shiny, one piece from neck to ankles. “Oh, Angie you look incredible”. She smiled “And you look delicious”. Come along, let’s go to play. I tottered behind her down the hallway to the playroom.
Inside I could see some changes. The bench S had laid on was covered with a purple mat and there was a frame with something that looked a bit like stocks handing between the two uprights and another frame at the bench foot. “Are you ready?” I nodded again, then she leant towards me and gently kissed me on the lips. “Lie down”. I complied.
Angie took my right leg, locked a leather strap around, pulled it high and clipped me onto the frame before giving me another wet, deep kiss, before doing the same to the left one.
It was difficult, but I sat up as best I could, watching her working. Once my legs were secure she leant forward between them and kissed me again. “Now relax and enjoy”. I half laid back, supporting my body on my elbows watching as Angie ran both hands along my legs, her right hand moved over my pubic mound, then slipped down to run over my sex, gently arousing me before releasing the body gusset to completely expose my vulva. Her fingers played with my swollen lips before slipping inside and pushing up into my wet cunt. The pleasure mounted, I laid back fully and allowed her to arouse me more and more.
Angie stood up, then moved to the bed head, lifted the upper part of the stocks, took my right arm and placed the wrist in the hole. I raised my other arm to the same position, then she let the stock fall down, trapping my wrists. I knew I was now her sub, completely in her control. Angie took hold of my bra and pulled it down to my waist, exposing my boobs and hard nipples. Then she reached down into my crotch and released the poppers, pulling the material up to my waist.
I felt something hard pushing against my sex, then sliding inside my cunt, then the vibrations started, travelling up inside me and out to my clit. Angie thrust the thing in and out, it was incredibly sexy and I was crying out in pleasure, completely lost in desire.
And then there was a second set of vibrations, this time directly onto my clit. I was lost.
My body seemed divorced from me, I had lost all control, all I wanted was to come. I was rolling around, my ankles straining against the clips securing me to the frame. Suddenly, after one violent roll I felt my hands come out of the holes, somehow I had pulled myself free. Then my orgasm hit, my upper body contorted in spasm, raised off the bench, my eyes rolled down, unseeing, facing Angie. But I could hear, hear my voice yelling “aah, aah, aah” as the orgasmic surges blasted my brain.
And then she started it again. And I climbed into another great orgasm, my head filled with pleasure as the chemicals hit my brain, I felt my body writhing and jerking as the twin vibes sent delicious feelings through my vagina and clit.
Angie looked at my spent body, bent down over me and I looked into her eyes as her lips touched mine and her tongue pushed into my mouth. My arms went around her back and I pulled her into me, loving her tongue, feeling the creaking material of her one-piece rubbing against my flesh. “I want you to do me G”. I whispered my reply gently, breathing my answer into her mouth then felt her hands move to release the straps around my ankles. My legs were free, I was free.
We stood by the bench, close together, lips mashed together, my hand in her crotch rubbing her sex through the smooth shiny material. Her hips started to move, her breathing became heavier and I sensed she was ready for me. I ran my hand around until I found the zip handle on her pubic mound, then pulled it down and through her legs until I could feel her wet lips in the gap. “Lie down Angie”, she obeyed and I lifted each leg in turn before buckling the straps around her ankles. Next I lifted the stock top, she placed her wrists inside the holes and I dropped the piece back down, her four limbs trapped in place. I saw two hooks on the sides that locked the stocks together, I smiled and understood how I’d been able to pull free. I snapped the hooks into place - no such luxury for Angie!
And so I started, first pushing the long vibe inside her hole, watching her body respond in pleasure, then pleasuring her clit with the wand at the same time, watching her writhe in pleasure just like I had, watching her body contort in orgasm, just like I had. Being dom was fun, I just kept on giving her orgasms and Angie just soaked them up. I counted twelve before she started to beg me to stop. No way indeed, this was fun. By number twenty one her begging had turned to pleading, every orgasm had become a trial between her body and her mind. “Please, please stop G, I’ll do anything for you if you just stop, anything, I will be your slave forever”. I leant over her, pushed my lips against hers and whispered “Promise?”. She nodded assent and I kissed her deeply before releasing the stocks and straps.
Angie stood up, she seemed to be in a daze, then sat back on the bench and looked at me “I am your sex slave G, I will do anything to pleasure you after the pleasure you gave me, starting with this”. She leant forward until her face was buried in my pubic mound, then pushed in further until her tongue found my wet slit, worked its way inside to flick against my clit. I was still aroused from my session on the bench, my body was hungry for more and as I looked down on her head, bobbing gently as her tongue worked its magic I felt a genuine surge of affection for my new sex slave.
My hands clasped over her ears, pulling her into me so hard she was struggling to breath, then my hips started to thrust back and forward, my knees buckled as I went over the top, the only thing stopping me from falling was my hold on her head. I doubled up, leaning over her, pushing her under my body as I collapsed forwards onto the bench, my legs kicking in the air as my orgasmic spasms continued. Finally I quietened and rolled off Angie’s contorted body. My fingers went to her lips and gently wiped off the residue of my bodily fluids. Angie grabbed my wrists and thrust my slimy fingers into her mouth, eagerly licking them clean again.
Two sated, exhausted mature women. We staggered out from the playroom and walked down the hallway, Angie holding my hand. She led me to her bedroom door and to her marital bed, gently pushing me down and under the soft duvet. She went around to the other side and climbed in. We rolled together, bodies joined at the hips, then our mouths met and we snogged deeply. Hands wandered around our bodies, enjoying the warmth, stroking and feeling but keeping away from either’s pubic area. Relaxed, dozing in and out of a light sleep we remained together until Angie looked across me and said “The match is nearly over, let’s shower together then go down to see the boys”.
Ten minutes later I passed back down the hall to my own room, dressed in my beach clothes again and just about ready when a soft knock came at the door. We went downstairs, marched into the main room and found S and Peter watching the match round up. “Who won then?”
Two long faces told the story “Couple of jammy goals from the ‘pool”. A few minutes later S and I were driving home and unknown to him my panties were soaked with my juices as I thought about the time I had spent with Angie. Still I knew we would be together soon, the invitation to visit again had been issued before we left Kink House.
As we were finishing our food Angie appeared, looking fresh and smiling broadly “ I hope you slept well”.
We nodded “Like a log, both of us”. “And how did you enjoy our playtime?”.
“Well, my balls still ache, my cock is sore and the whole thing was a huge turn-on”.
“That Symboline thing gave me huge orgasms, I think I’ll have one for Christmas, perhaps as a very early prezzie”.
Angie giggled “It’s a Sybian, but we’ve got lots of nice toys for you to try, I’ll give you a tour of our playroom after I’ve had breakfast”. So that was our quiet departure scuppered.
Peter joined in “Saints are playing at Anfield today, it’s the 3pm kick off and on Sky. Fancy watching with me S?” I beamed “Great, it’s a date”. I glanced at G, she looked distinctly unimpressed. Angie saw her reaction “Don’t worry, we will have some fun while they behave like a couple of grey teens!”
We sat chatting to our hosts while Angie had her breakfast. Finally she swigged down the last of a large mug of tea and announced it was time for our tour. Dutifully we followed her upstairs while Peter remained browsing the news on his laptop. “Over the years we’ve collected quite a lot of stuff, bought expensive equipment bit-by-bit, sometimes people leave their toys behind and many of our guests only seem to want to use their clothes once, so we clean everything thoroughly and add them to our collection. That’s how we were able to offer you so much stuff last night”.
She opened the playroom door and let us go into the room first. This was the first time I’d seen it, G only knew it as dimly lit, now it was full of light. “So you know the cock torture bench from you own experiences, no more to be said! The bed is a normal small double, the iron frame has extra bits welded on to anchor ropes and cuffs. Over here is the horse, you lie on its padded top and have your limbs shacked to the legs and your partner has full access to your sensitive bits. I love being done on this! The Andrew’s cross is fixed to the wall, the sub can be tied either way round, face to wall for punishment, face out for pleasure”.
Angie walked to one side of the cross which was surrounded by a thick wood frame with metal eyes all round, pulled on one side piece which then swung out 90 degrees to the wall. “You stand on the bottom ledge, then your dom secures your wrists and ankles to the eyes then has easy access to both front and back. You can also be tied tightly to one vertical like a pole. Very nice, I love using this to dom Peter then suck him off”.
Over in a corner there was a tall box-like object, Angie went to it and pushed on one side which gave way under her pressure “This is a latex vacuum box for Peter”, she turned the object around and showed the material flapping on the back side “He gets in here, then stands up and pushes his head through the hole in the top, it’s then tight around his neck. He pushes his cock through here” pointing at a hole halfway up one side “I seal the entrance, connect a vacuum cleaner to the tube at the base, turn it on, and the latex is drawn against his body so he can’t move at all. Then I play with his cock, pleasure by torture!”
“There’s another one, a smaller cube that I go into and Peter gives me endless orgasms”.
“And here’s the Sybian G used to great effect last night”. I looked at the object, imagining G sitting on it having multiple orgasms - the effect was a definite hardening of my sore cock.
“We’ve got even more in the garage, stuff that we only use occasionally. Also you see the cupboard in the corner, that’s full of toys, handcuffs, rope, gags, whips - everything you need for a good bondage session”. Angie grinned at us, then motioned to leave, we returned to the family room to join Peter for more social (rather than sexual) intercourse.
Later, after a lengthy lunch Peter and I settled down to watch the match build-up while Angie and G wandered off for their girly-talk.
G’s story
We left the men engrossed in a footy pundit rabbiting on about some arcane interpretation of the offside law, Angie carried two mugs of coffee and I had a tin of biscuits. She took me upstairs and we ended up in a small room used as an office with a comfortable sofa along one wall where we sat down cradling the hot drinks and munching on chocolate Hobnobs.
Angie started to chat “Oddly I didn’t get to see how you enjoyed last night’s session - somehow my blindfold and gag got in the way”.
I giggled “But I watched you and you were having a grand time”. We chatted away about the session, what had turned us on - and what didn’t. Then, without warning, Angie put one hand on my leg and softly, so softly, stroked it up and down. “Is that nice?” I nodded. “Can I kiss you?” I nodded. She leant across and pressed her lips against mine, her hand continuing its soft journey up and down my legs. Inside I was jelly, I desired this woman, I wanted her to make love to me. Her kiss became harder, her tongue pushed against my lips and I let her in.
“Let’s Play”. Whispered into my mouth, I nodded again. “ Go to your room and find some sexy clothes, something pretty and feminine. I’ll change and come to you”. We went our separate ways. In our bedroom I found just the outfit, a soft black body with a red flower motif and what appeared to be a matching pair of stockings with the motif running up the back of the legs. I finished this off with a pair of black stiletto heeled shoes in my size. I dressed up and tottered around the room on the heels, quite unused to wearing anything higher than ordinarily heeled street shoes.
There was a soft knock on the door and Angie came in. What a sight she was wearing a bright red, very shiny, one piece from neck to ankles. “Oh, Angie you look incredible”. She smiled “And you look delicious”. Come along, let’s go to play. I tottered behind her down the hallway to the playroom.
Inside I could see some changes. The bench S had laid on was covered with a purple mat and there was a frame with something that looked a bit like stocks handing between the two uprights and another frame at the bench foot. “Are you ready?” I nodded again, then she leant towards me and gently kissed me on the lips. “Lie down”. I complied.
Angie took my right leg, locked a leather strap around, pulled it high and clipped me onto the frame before giving me another wet, deep kiss, before doing the same to the left one.
It was difficult, but I sat up as best I could, watching her working. Once my legs were secure she leant forward between them and kissed me again. “Now relax and enjoy”. I half laid back, supporting my body on my elbows watching as Angie ran both hands along my legs, her right hand moved over my pubic mound, then slipped down to run over my sex, gently arousing me before releasing the body gusset to completely expose my vulva. Her fingers played with my swollen lips before slipping inside and pushing up into my wet cunt. The pleasure mounted, I laid back fully and allowed her to arouse me more and more.
Angie stood up, then moved to the bed head, lifted the upper part of the stocks, took my right arm and placed the wrist in the hole. I raised my other arm to the same position, then she let the stock fall down, trapping my wrists. I knew I was now her sub, completely in her control. Angie took hold of my bra and pulled it down to my waist, exposing my boobs and hard nipples. Then she reached down into my crotch and released the poppers, pulling the material up to my waist.
I felt something hard pushing against my sex, then sliding inside my cunt, then the vibrations started, travelling up inside me and out to my clit. Angie thrust the thing in and out, it was incredibly sexy and I was crying out in pleasure, completely lost in desire.
And then there was a second set of vibrations, this time directly onto my clit. I was lost.
My body seemed divorced from me, I had lost all control, all I wanted was to come. I was rolling around, my ankles straining against the clips securing me to the frame. Suddenly, after one violent roll I felt my hands come out of the holes, somehow I had pulled myself free. Then my orgasm hit, my upper body contorted in spasm, raised off the bench, my eyes rolled down, unseeing, facing Angie. But I could hear, hear my voice yelling “aah, aah, aah” as the orgasmic surges blasted my brain.
And then she started it again. And I climbed into another great orgasm, my head filled with pleasure as the chemicals hit my brain, I felt my body writhing and jerking as the twin vibes sent delicious feelings through my vagina and clit.
Angie looked at my spent body, bent down over me and I looked into her eyes as her lips touched mine and her tongue pushed into my mouth. My arms went around her back and I pulled her into me, loving her tongue, feeling the creaking material of her one-piece rubbing against my flesh. “I want you to do me G”. I whispered my reply gently, breathing my answer into her mouth then felt her hands move to release the straps around my ankles. My legs were free, I was free.
We stood by the bench, close together, lips mashed together, my hand in her crotch rubbing her sex through the smooth shiny material. Her hips started to move, her breathing became heavier and I sensed she was ready for me. I ran my hand around until I found the zip handle on her pubic mound, then pulled it down and through her legs until I could feel her wet lips in the gap. “Lie down Angie”, she obeyed and I lifted each leg in turn before buckling the straps around her ankles. Next I lifted the stock top, she placed her wrists inside the holes and I dropped the piece back down, her four limbs trapped in place. I saw two hooks on the sides that locked the stocks together, I smiled and understood how I’d been able to pull free. I snapped the hooks into place - no such luxury for Angie!
And so I started, first pushing the long vibe inside her hole, watching her body respond in pleasure, then pleasuring her clit with the wand at the same time, watching her writhe in pleasure just like I had, watching her body contort in orgasm, just like I had. Being dom was fun, I just kept on giving her orgasms and Angie just soaked them up. I counted twelve before she started to beg me to stop. No way indeed, this was fun. By number twenty one her begging had turned to pleading, every orgasm had become a trial between her body and her mind. “Please, please stop G, I’ll do anything for you if you just stop, anything, I will be your slave forever”. I leant over her, pushed my lips against hers and whispered “Promise?”. She nodded assent and I kissed her deeply before releasing the stocks and straps.
Angie stood up, she seemed to be in a daze, then sat back on the bench and looked at me “I am your sex slave G, I will do anything to pleasure you after the pleasure you gave me, starting with this”. She leant forward until her face was buried in my pubic mound, then pushed in further until her tongue found my wet slit, worked its way inside to flick against my clit. I was still aroused from my session on the bench, my body was hungry for more and as I looked down on her head, bobbing gently as her tongue worked its magic I felt a genuine surge of affection for my new sex slave.
My hands clasped over her ears, pulling her into me so hard she was struggling to breath, then my hips started to thrust back and forward, my knees buckled as I went over the top, the only thing stopping me from falling was my hold on her head. I doubled up, leaning over her, pushing her under my body as I collapsed forwards onto the bench, my legs kicking in the air as my orgasmic spasms continued. Finally I quietened and rolled off Angie’s contorted body. My fingers went to her lips and gently wiped off the residue of my bodily fluids. Angie grabbed my wrists and thrust my slimy fingers into her mouth, eagerly licking them clean again.
Two sated, exhausted mature women. We staggered out from the playroom and walked down the hallway, Angie holding my hand. She led me to her bedroom door and to her marital bed, gently pushing me down and under the soft duvet. She went around to the other side and climbed in. We rolled together, bodies joined at the hips, then our mouths met and we snogged deeply. Hands wandered around our bodies, enjoying the warmth, stroking and feeling but keeping away from either’s pubic area. Relaxed, dozing in and out of a light sleep we remained together until Angie looked across me and said “The match is nearly over, let’s shower together then go down to see the boys”.
Ten minutes later I passed back down the hall to my own room, dressed in my beach clothes again and just about ready when a soft knock came at the door. We went downstairs, marched into the main room and found S and Peter watching the match round up. “Who won then?”
Two long faces told the story “Couple of jammy goals from the ‘pool”. A few minutes later S and I were driving home and unknown to him my panties were soaked with my juices as I thought about the time I had spent with Angie. Still I knew we would be together soon, the invitation to visit again had been issued before we left Kink House.
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