I heard David scoop up all the toys I’d brought out earlier as you pulled me down the hall, one hand still gripping my wrist, the other in my hair. I felt myself sink into subspace, becoming not simply passive but active and willing in my submission.
“You’re going to get fucked like the little slut you are,” you whispered in my ear before shoving me down onto the bed.
“Yes, and please tie me down?” I managed to gasp. I didn’t struggle as you pushed roughly, shoving me all the way onto the bed. But when you smacked my exposed ass I squealed and shivered. You got on the bed, too, and sat on the backs of my knees.
I heard David put the toys down on the bedside table.
“Restraints?” I heard him ask. I didn’t hear your reply, you must have nodded to the corners of the bed, where there were clips on adjustable ribbons of rope.
You continued to spank me, an irregular pattern so I never knew when, where, or how hard. Every blow was a surprise. I moaned and squeaked. I was too focused on the spanking and my warming ass to really put up any struggle -- not that I wanted to -- while David attached the clips to my leather wrist cuffs. Within seconds I was truly helpless. The realization only made me wetter.
“Put the blindfold on her,” you said, and suddenly my world went black. I could feel you sitting on me, the sting of a slap across my ass, my wet, needy pussy. I could hear breathing. Someone was petting my hair. Another blow -- this time really hard -- and I pulled against my restraints and tried to turn to the side. I wasn’t really trying to escape, I was just on automatic, responding to sensations.
“Stay still, fucktoy,” you said in your most commanding voice. My body went instantly limp. Another few slaps on my ass, gentler this time, as David -- or you, perhaps -- clipped my ankle cuffs to the bed posts. Your weight lifted from my legs. My corset was untied and buckles of the spanking skirt undone, leaving me naked aside from the restraints and my collar.
There was a moment of silence. Were the two of you examining me? Conferring about what you’d do next? Did you like seeing me restrained, my ass reddening from the blows, knowing you were about to share me with another man? I could only stare into the darkness and wait.
First came the ice, drawn along my spine, from tailbone to shoulder blades. I shivered and made a small noise. I could feel goose bumps spread out along my skin.
Then, as the ice travelled back down to the small of my back, I felt something push against my lips. I opened my mouth and someone’s fingers slid in. Two fingers. I sucked on them for a moment before they spread apart, vertically, prying my mouth open, and a ball gag slipped in. The strap was buckled behind my head, then gently tightened. I moaned.
That ball gag wasn’t usually my favorite toy. I didn’t particularly like drooling onto the bedspread. But this time it felt like a further exposure to David, another loss of autonomy to a man I hardly knew. And knowing you were there to keep me safe -- to use me and share me, yes, but to keep me safe -- somehow heightened my excitement.
I still wasn’t sure which set of hands was yours, which was David’s. The ice travelled over every inch of my back, leaving a cold trail that evaporated excruciatingly slowly. One hand pinned me down, just below the base of my neck, slightly above my shoulder blades. I had to guess that was you, since you knew how much I liked to have my shoulders held down by your weight. Other hands slowly moved my ankles farther apart. I heard the sliding clink of a spreader bar, felt it attach to my ankle cuffs. It was hard to concentrate on anything other than the ice and how it made my hot pussy seem even more aflame by comparison.
Once the ice had melted completely, the hand was removed from my back and my hips were lifted into the air, only to come back down a moment later to rest on a bolster. Now, not only was I restrained by my wrists and ankles, and not only were my ankles held apart by a spreader bar, now my pussy was held up and angled for even better exposure to your eyes. I moaned helplessly, my tongue held down by the ball gag, my torso cold and shivering, my cunt hot, wet, and needy.
“No pictures?” I head David say.
“We’re just going to have to savor the moment,” you replied.
Then I heard your footsteps fade away. I was alone, I thought. I was alone and I really, really needed cock. At that moment I needed whatever anyone felt like inserting into me. Whatever it was, I’d take it and love it. I squirmed what bits of me could squirm -- my ass, my head, my waist. “Please!” was about the only thing I could think to say, and I wanted to say it over and over again, but all that came out were muffled whimpers and moans.
Just when I didn’t think I could handle the sense of abandonment, I heard you return. I heard the vibrator come to life. I felt a pair of legs straddle my torso but I wasn’t sat upon. A pair of hands massaged my ass for a moment before spreading the cheeks apart. Whoever held the vibrator had a great view of my cunt, aching and dripping with need.
The vibrator started at my rosebud, teasing around and around the tight hole, circling out from there to the insides of my thighs before moving back in, in ever-smaller arcs, to my pussy and clit. Before it even touched my clit, I came. The orgasm was so strong, so sudden, and it was over so quickly, but I felt as though I’d been momentarily unconscious. The vibrator clicked off.
“My fucktoy is so much fun to play with,” you said, “Was that a good orgasm, fucktoy?”
“Mm-hmm,” I managed to groan.
The two of you chuckled.
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