She hasn't been out to a club, hasn't played in public in any way, for a very long time. She fidgets in the car seat as they pull into the car park, pulling down the clingy faux leather dress to try to get it vaguely somewhere near her knees. It catches on the pull-up stockings a little and won't budge. She can feel it sliding over the flesh of her breasts where a light sheen of sweat has lubricated her. She's dressed to order, as she remembers having done so many times in the past, but isn't sure how she feels about following dress-code instructions again. There is something tired and worn about the whole kink scene. Even if adjusting her cleavage - just so - had made her smile and feel good about herself.
She feels like she's watching a once very much repeat-watch movie, but it just doesn't quite have the same appeal anymore. She smiles as she recalls the saying of a very experienced ex of hers, "Another fucking random." Watch, rewind, repeat. But the familiarity and knowledge of the necessary steps and hoops, the different scenes unfolding as they need to, fills her with no sense of anticipation or excitement. She feels tired, frankly, and wishes all of a sudden to be curled up at home in bed with her book.
The man next to her, in sharp contrast, can barely contain himself. This is all new to him, the kink, the dominance and submission, the prospect of attending an event and see others practice their kink, see others have sex even, is so out of his comfort zone and usual range of experiences that the excitement emanating from him is palpable. Fizzy and overflowing. Jade feels a curious mix of pleasure that she's doing this for him, to introduce him to this, and fatigue at the mismatch of his enthusiasm and her disinterest. This makes her feel guilty. She recalls lines from a recent film: "Please don't feel you need to do this out of obligation." "It's the only reason I ever do anything," responds the female character. Jade had burst into spontaneous laughter at the veracity of that female comment. She did a lot of things out of obligation nowadays. Tim turns to her and says, "Shall we?"
"Sure," she smiles at him. It wasn't really that hard to remember her first outings on the public scene. And she did like this bloke. The submissive in her did want to please him, make him happy. He was giving her something of what she wanted and needed. The companionship and his delight in her open sexuality made for good sex, which was improving too. Jade made a real effort to adjust her mental state, try to pretend this was all shiny and exciting and new. And scary and exhibitionist, the things in the early days which had made her wet in anticipation days before the actual event itself.
As they entered the building, the low thrum and pulsing boom of the music in the main space filtered through the entrance hall and up through her heels. To her surprise she felt a surge of adrenaline and interest. This felt welcoming and familiar. Tim was presenting their IDs and payment. He'd insisted that he would execute every aspect of the evening. His hand on the small of her back ushered her into the main space. He'd been given a key to a locker and wanted to deposit their things, then wander and take it all in.
It was strange to see him back in that kid-in-candy-store space he'd started in when they met six months ago. He'd largely grown into his own brand of dominant to her submissive, but this seemed to be taking her back to those early days of earnest attempts, where he wanted to forge ahead and explore, doing anything and everything to get it right and give her what he knew she wanted. She had had to tell him to slow down, that there was no need to rush, and that it simply didn't work to call her a slut from the get-go and tell her how much he wanted to dominate her. Her gut instinct about his intelligence and admissions of Ds fantasies, of doing nasty stuff to nice girls, had tipped her from a "no, don't think so, thanks" to a tentative, "Okay, we'll give it a go, but no promises".
Now, she found she mostly didn't need to guide him, or have those debrief sessions he had insisted on after every meet. He had always wanted to know what he was getting right, but was always more interested in what he was doing wrong. On one occasion, he'd lost his temper with her, "For fuck's sake, Jade, you aren't allowed to be coy about this and expect me to know what to do and say. I want to learn, but the corollary of that is that you have to want to teach me. For both our benefits. You know damn well I pick things up fast, that I'm doing this so we both get to fuck and be fucked as we want to. If I'm using the wrong words, at the wrong time, in the wrong way - fuck knows I know what to do physically to rock your world now - but you have to help me get the tone right, babe. I haven't had the permission to do this before. You're going to stop it being the best it can be if you don't give a little more here."
"Fine, sorry," she'd mumbled, and been stunned when he slapped her face. Not overly hard, but enough to make her head jerk to the side, to make her inhale sharply, make her glare at him. The funny thing was, he'd glared right back. Firm and implacable. Not trying to play a role now, just being him, in a dynamic with her, reciprocal and reflecting each other. Something had shifted that day. She'd felt it, and he'd played it out perfectly.
As she had stood naked in front of him, seething at the shock, he'd taken her hair in his left hand, never losing eye contact, and said, "Not fine, and I don't need an apology. Knees, now." He'd applied increasing pressure on her hair, pulling her down, and she'd sunk to her knees to be confronted by his full erection. He hadn't said a word further. Just waited. But when she'd leaned forward a little to attempt to take him in her mouth, he'd pulled back against her head. "Ask. Nicely." And for the first time ever in their interaction, she'd felt her cunt pulse and ooze liquid, from his words only, not what he was physically doing to her with his cock or hands. What followed was him at his most measured and calm. He just did what he wanted and guided her as he wanted her. He hadn't let her cum as he normally did, hadn't played with her clit, or given her oral, had even limited her cock-sucking. He'd just fucked her, fingered her, toyed with her, and only when he was buried to the hilt in her cunt, kneeling behind her on the floor, listening to her mewl "please" repeatedly, her hair tangled and mussed, her face pink and sweaty, his hands gripping her hips, scratching her back, pulling her hair, only then did he lean forward and ask her what she wanted.
"I want to cum, please, now, I want to cum," she'd managed, out of breath, tired and so on the edge, but he hadn't pushed her hard enough that she couldn't help herself. Every time she got close, he'd back off. It wouldn't have worked if they hadn't been fucking every other day. She'd not have been able to help herself if he hadn't been inside her for some time. She knew that, and she had just the presence of mind to wonder if he knew that too. He knew her body well now. "Please, what?" he asked her. She'd felt her cunt contract tightly around his cock at that.
"Please can I cum, Sir?" she managed.
"For whom?" he returned. Jade's cunt had constricted further, a mewl escaping her mouth as her cunt oozed liquid around him once again. He ground his cock into her and she could feel him pressing tightly against her cervix. He began to fuck her again. Deliberate deep strokes, increasing his tempo. "I asked you a question."
"Please can I cum, Sir, for you," Jade breathed out, grunting as he thrust painfully against her cervix. She could feel her cunt juice dripping down from her vulva to her mons. Could hear her cunt squelching around him. He increased his tempo further, and Jade knew there was no stopping her orgasm now. And the funny thing now was that a part of her brain registered that he knew that too, that he'd played this just how he wanted.
"You may cum, now, for me. Not your orgasm, my orgasm," He had said to her, and had thrust deeply repeatedly as he'd reached beneath her to squeeze her breasts hard; he'd bitten into her shoulder too. And her sharp squeal at the pain had morphed into a scream as she orgasmed hard onto him, her face sinking into the rug as the weight of his body pressed onto her. As her orgasm had begun to fade, he'd collapsed on top of her, grinding her body on the rough of the rug as he'd fucked her to his own orgasm. She'd relished his lack of mindfulness at her position, with his full weight pressing on her, pounding her hip bones onto the wooden floorboards beneath the thin rug.
"Oh my god," was all she'd managed to say as they both lay panting and sweating. And then, genuine and with no sense of going through motions, she'd murmured a quiet, "thank you," to him, reflexively lifting her hips to acknowledge his cock now gently wilting inside her. He'd said nothing, just kissed her shoulder, his heartbeat still pounding through his chest into her back. Yes, that had been a turning point.
And here they were, a month or so later, at a fetish event. Neither of them would know anybody, and she was used to be being guided, protected, under someone's much more experienced wing when she attended these things. She was beginning to feel that familiar rush now, realising that this was out of her comfort zone too. She didn't necessarily have a partner to fall back on here. And she remembered very well how irritating and difficult these outings could be. People observing you, potentially butting in, seeing others play out their scenes, scenes you didn't necessarily like, or want to feel a part of. But that's what you did when you entered the doors, you consented to all of that. Don't enter if you don't want your senses assaulted. Everyone did kink differently. And sometimes, others' scenes really did rankle. Or yours didn't go to plan. It was very different to private play. Jade wondered if her exhibitionist streak was still there. She wondered if she'd be able to enjoy this at all, given she felt a certain duty to watch out for Tim and talk him through things.
He bought them both drinks. She never used to drink alcohol at these things, but she'd gone for a vodka and coke tonight. She thought the alcohol might numb her a bit, soften the edges and prevent the potential slide into detachment which might occur, and would ruin this for him. Tim ordered a straight coke. She knew he'd not drink anything tonight. He refrained from alcohol whenever they did anything impact play. She smiled thinking about his stowed bag. The floggers they had ordered together, the cane, the crop, the tawse. He'd practised a lot on pillows and an ancient mannequin they'd found in a second hand shop before he'd wanted to strike her. She was grateful for that, but also secretly mildly irritated by his caution and reserve. Sometimes, as someone had said to her, you either pissed or got off the pot. She'd been patient though, knowing that he wanted to learn properly, get it right. For her. And she hadn't been very good at explaining that she didn't want him to be so considerate of her. Well, she did, but sometimes she just wanted him to do, to take, to not be so mindful of her pleasure. How could she expect him to know that she truly didn't care if the blows weren't perfect, if he wrapped the flogger and stung her belly or her tit. It would all come in time. They would learn together. And if he could just let go a little, they'd learn a little faster where each of them could go, and where they couldn't.
They wandered the main play space and peeked in some of the side rooms. Needle play, a lot of dildo play and spanking bench activity. A woman in a sling, legs spread wide and another woman between her thighs, her fist buried to the hilt in the supine woman's cunt. There was a man stood at the head of the sling, his fingers tweaking the woman's nipples. As they watched, he freed his cock from his black trousers and slapped the woman's face with it, then fed it into her mouth. She lifted her head as much as she was able, to guzzle him into herself. He stroked her hair, then held her head firmly, fucked her mouth. Jade's stomach and cunt spasmed. She felt a little stab of envy watching the crouching woman's tongue lapping at cunt and clit as she swivelled and thrust her wrist inside the woman. Jade could see a string of cunt juice stretching from the woman to the floor. She blinked as the restrained woman arched her back and mewled loudly, clearly orgasming, saliva stringing from her mouth to the engorged penis she'd released. Jade felt her own cunt spasm again in voyeuristic pleasure. She became aware that Tim wasn't watching the scene anymore. He was watching her.
"Finish your drink, Jade. I want to play." Jade felt surprise and a little wave of pleasure at this. He selected a St Andrew's Cross and asked her to wait there while he went and got his bag. Jade watched a woman caning a man's arse and thighs, his cock encased in a clear plastic case. She could see the little golden padlock at the top of it, and smiled.
She was wearing a thong tonight, though she hated the things. Tim liked them, liked the fact he could squeeze her arse cheeks and pull tight on the material to grind it into her cunt, could move it to the side and apply pressure to her as he slid his cock into her. She could feel her cunt lips swollen against the black skimpy fabric, could feel it sliding against her a little, more than damp as she leaked. She felt good. This felt good. This wasn't a disaster after all. It might not turn into one of her hottest club experiences, she thought, but it wasn't unsalvageable.
Tim returned with the bag, and she noticed him slipping his mobile back into his jeans pocket as he approached. He told her to strip to her thong, shoes off. There was memory enough in Jade that his command didn't faze her, didn't make her feel bashful or shy. She unzipped the dress, removed her bra. He put the soft wide leather cuffs on her, buckling them into place on her wrists and ankles. He didn't seem hesitant or reserved, didn't look in any way out of his depth. He then did something she wasn't expecting. He held up a blindfold, one of those foam padded ones which leave you in complete darkness, with no contact on your eyes. He looked the question at her as he almost offered it to her.
She looked at him, hesitating now at his confidence, and the awareness of him slipping comfortably into this space of public domination and submission. Part of her wanted to laugh in delight, but another part felt serious, that this might be another turning point and she didn't want to derail it by breaking the mood. She nodded slightly, and held the blindfold in place as he stepped behind her to adjust it. Jade felt herself slide a little into submissive space. Again not something she'd been expecting to happen this evening. Not being able to see now, she let Tim guide her to the cross, felt the snap of the clips as he attached her wrists, then her ankles to the widespread arms of the beams. She felt the press of the cool varnished wood against her chest and belly if she leaned forward.
Tim stroked her body, his hands gliding smoothly over her arms, thighs, back and stomach. He brushed against her arse with his lower body; she could feel the hard heat of his cock pressing against her, just for a moment, as he moved around her. That made her smile. Her senses felt the long ago familiar sharpening now that she'd lost vision. She could hear others' play sounds around the room. A cane thudding, a vibrator buzzing loud and soft as it thrust in and out of an orifice, sharp intakes of breath, laughter from the bar space, male and female tops talking to their submissive partners. She sighed happily and waited. And then she felt the familiar horse hair flogger stroking her, trailing over her skin, swishing against her back and arse. No pain from this toy, never, only ever a sharp scratching really if the ends caught her at the apex of a stroke. It was good for warm-ups.
Tim changed up, the suede floggers now she thought. Very thuddy, very heavy. Almost like being thumped, and a loud thwack when he got her with a sound blow. He built up quite slowly, stopping periodically to stroke her rapidly heating flesh. His hands felt cool against the heat of the flogged flesh. Jade surprised herself by wanting more, much more, and by asking him for it. "Of course you may have more, babe, I've barely started." He slapped her arse as he retreated to the toy bag. Braided leather now, thin strands, much sharper and more sting than thud. Tim had learned he needed to go easier with this toy; she didn't process sting as well as she did thud, didn't enjoy it as much, and he hadn't yet learned how far he could go within his comfort zone as a sadist to hurt her in the right way to ensure it was what she wanted, that she wasn't suffering more than he intended. He pushed as far as he thought he could, as he always did, and then reverted to the thuddier toys.
As he thudded the toys against her body, holding both of them in the one hand now she thought, she found herself fucking back towards the blows, reaching for a harder impact. She wasn't in subspace or anything close to it, but she was enjoying the sensation overload, the rhythm and pattern. Not dissimilar to him fucking her. A pattern and a dance almost. The blows stopped and she heard the wooden handles clack against each other as he set them down. She sighed and readjusted herself. Then felt him nuzzle her ear as his hands stroked her warmed and sensitised arse. "I have a surprise for you. Would you like it?"
Jade straightened a little and gave a low laugh, "A surprise? What kind of surprise? Thank you by the way, that was nice." And she turned her head to kiss him. He met her lips and kissed her lingeringly back, his hand moving to the back of her head. Then he caught her lower lip in his, and mumblingly said, "Well, if I told you that, it wouldn't be much of a surprise now, would it?" She snorted at him.
"Stay here, babe, don't move," he murmured.
"Ha fucking ha," she returned, rattling her arms in the latched leather cuffs. She swore she could hear him grinning.
She kept still, listening. She could hear him. Talking to someone. Another male voice. She could make out no words, but it was a back and forth for sure. Not a quick passing comment between two blokes in a fetish club. Jade felt a tiny erotic surge. One of her fetishes was objectification. To be disregarded, used, treated not as a whole person, but as a person attached to holes. She imagined them talking about her, and felt increasing arousal as she did so.
Tim returned. "I'm going to release the clips. We're going to the hanging beam across the room. I don't want you to take the blindfold off, and I'll bring our things. Just let me guide you." She knew the beam he meant, a heavy horizontal wooden beam suspended from the ceiling and used for rope suspensions or attaching widespread arms on tethers, for flogging or whipping or fire play, whatever one could do to a helpless and restrained form. She didn't complain, just massaged her wrists when they were released from the pull of the clips. They didn't often use cuffs for home play, and she had never shared with Tim the security blanket feeling they gave her. She leaned into that security, now that she was near enough naked and blind, standing in a room, waiting to be guided. She had no idea what others were doing round her, how many eyes were on her. Tim guided her gently across the space and after checking that she was okay, re-attached her cuffs to the beam above her head. She was now stood on the hard, cold floor of the club, polished or painted concrete, her arms widely spread and clipped to chains above her head. And there was nothing around her, close to her. She couldn't sense movement or heat. Didn't know where Tim was. No hint or presence sensed around her. She could hear the background noises as before, but nothing to give away where he had gone.
She fidgeted, moved her feet, wriggled her fingers, turned her head from side to side to try and sense him. Nothing. Jade was just at the point of saying something, calling out to him, when he spoke from just behind her. She tried to lean back into him, but he wasn't close enough. "Okay, Jade, I know that you weren't particularly excited about this trip. I know you've done this countless times, and this was about me. About me getting to experience something new. And I get that, and I appreciate it. A lot. But this is also about you experiencing something new. Something you didn't expect, aren't expecting." Here he paused. "But it's going to happen, because I want it to happen. For you, sure, but for me too."
Jade processed what he said and felt a little frisson of anticipation. She also felt a little twinge of guilt. She shouldn't have been so dismissive about tonight, so patronising about him, she thought. Unfair. Tim carried on, "I'd like you to meet Neil. Well, sort of. You can't see Neil. But I can, and he's a bloody nice bloke." Jade felt her stomach lurch. Fucker. She'd shared on occasion her fantasies and things she had done, or things that she'd partially done, things that really turned her on but just hadn't been fully explored by her before. Other people being involved was one of those things. Oh sure, she'd had threesomes, and she'd played with others in clubs. But the objectification of being passed to another, or shared with another? Only in very small ways. Another pair of hands on her, someone using a toy on her very briefly. Nothing full on or prolonged. She felt a further lurch at the thought of Tim having arranged something. Somehow, he seemed to have taken steps forward that she wasn't expecting of him. Too long in the role of teacher perhaps, not spotting that her student had advanced beyond her abilities to teach him? She didn't know, but this was now firmly off her patch and onto his. Jade felt the first waves of anonymity and dissolution flow through her. An object, a toy, a thing for him to do with as he wished.
"Anything you want to say, before I let Neil introduce himself to you?"
Jade swallowed. "No." The single word came out more quietly than she intended. The light-heartedness that she often felt when they played, because it was all very nice, but it wasn't headspace-fucking, was somehow gone. And she felt small. And controlled.
"Pardon?" Tim asked.
Jade was silent for a few seconds. "No, Sir," she replied.
"Better. Good girl." Jade's stomach lurched at those two simple words.
"Over to you, Neil," he said, cheerfully. With that, he kissed her on the lips, and whispered three words in her ear. "Make me proud." And then he was gone. Jade reeled. He must know that those words to her, five in total, were loaded with import. Huge in fact. "Good girl." She couldn't believe she'd under-estimated him so much. Also couldn't believe that he'd clearly spoken to another bloke about her, in detail. Enough to hand her over to him. No matter in a controlled and public environment, with him there, but still, Tim wasn't experienced. This shouldn't be so cool and calm for him. Shouldn't be what he did on their first public play session together. Surely. "Make me proud." Fuck. She didn't think he knew anybody on the scene; she didn't in this town. How the hell had he met somebody, somebody he clearly liked and trusted enough to hand her over to?
She could hear a man behind her, "Cheers, mate." Holy fuck. Cheers, mate? Who the hell was this? She felt anger rise in her, overwhelming what had been becoming a deepening sense of submission. She stiffened as she felt heat in front of her. She could smell an unfamiliar deodorant, and a unique man-scent. She could sense him lean into her. He had so better not try and kiss me, she thought. The man, Neil, chuckled. "No worries, love. I don't want to kiss you. I just want to touch you. Hit you. Hurt you a little. I have Tim's permission, nice bloke Tim. He says I can do what I like with you, long as we're here, and as long as, "here a pause, "well, long as he consents to it."
Jade felt a bewildering clash of emotions. One the one hand, Tim was playing on her perverse desire to be treated as if she didn't matter, that he could call the shots and arrange what he liked. On the other, how dare this man sound so casual about it. Her nostrils flared. And then Neil reached for her right breast. He ran his warm hand testingly over her flesh. Squeezing, but gently, as though he was assessing the ripeness of fruit. He reached for her left breast and repeated the motions. He ran his hand down her stomach, and then she felt his other hand at her face, his fingers on her lips. She clenched her mouth tightly shut, turned her head up and away. His fingers became firmer and he inserted them between her lips, pressed the tips against her teeth.
"Open your mouth, Jade, and don't you dare fucking bite me." Jade's nostrils flared again in anger, but she felt her cunt lips swollen and pressing against the thin fabric of the thong. She could feel how wet she was. Knew that she was wetter than she had been just a few moments ago. Her mind registered that she was in a very different headspace than she had expected to be this evening. And a little voice in her head encouraged her to let go and go with it. The counter to that was, what would Tim think and feel if she responded to this in the way that felt natural to her. Jade shuddered as she parted her lips and relaxed her clenched jaw. Neil's fingers were large and clean, for which she felt a surge of gratitude. He inserted two fingers in her mouth, depressing her tongue, feeling the edges of her teeth as if doing some kind of dental check. He forced her lower jaw down, bringing her head down towards her chest too. Jade felt the drool beginning to pool in her mouth already and attempted to raise her head against the pressure. "Ah ah," came from Neil, with a small chuckle. "Head down. I want to see that mouth drooling all over your chest. Want to see you humiliate yourself on my fingers gagging you. You don't like that, do you?" He went on. Jade dreaded what she knew was coming next. His other hand had been resting on her lower abdomen, fingers idly stroking the elastic along the top of the thong. Now his fingers slid down the edge of the fabric, flicking underneath and pulling the soggy fabric away from her cunt lips. He gave another little chuckle. "Or do you, Jade, hmm? It's awfully wet down here. But I think you knew that."
Jade let out a little groan at this, and at the saliva she could feel spooling from the corners of her mouth, down his fingers. All she was thinking now, weaving through the feelings of arousal and abandonment at this anonymous treatment, was what Tim must be thinking. To see her this turned on at another man's hand. "Tim?" Neil called to his left. Which meant that Tim must be stood over to her right, watching.
"Mmm?" Jade heard ice clink back into a glass and knew he was watching the performance with his drink in hand.
"I think Jade here is in a bit of a catch-22 situation. She knows what she's feeling and wanting. She's enjoying what I'm doing, already." Was that surprise or pleasure or disapproval Jade could hear in his voice. "But she's a bit stuck, because she's worrying what you might think of her. You being new to all this kink play and Ds interaction. And this being a relatively new thing, the two of you. I mean, as you explained it to me, and from what I've seen online of Jade's experiences, "here he paused a second, " we all know that Jade fantasises about you handing her over to another man, but she's just not quite sure, are you girl, that you will be okay with this." As Neil spoke, the fingers he had inserted between her thong and the flesh of her cunt made contact with her slick and swollen cunt lips, stroking along the crease of her, sliding easily over smooth and lubricated flesh. Jade groaned and sealed her mouth over Neil's fingers, sucking them. Neil and Tim both chuckled. She heard Tim move closer to her side.
"Babe, I am enjoying this, I swear to you. I have planned this for weeks, and I know you have wanted this forever, but never done it. I've learned a lot from you, and I think we are well on our way to making this into one of the best Ds relationships you've ever had. You've been oh so patient guiding and listening, but I get that that means you can't let go. Listen to me when I say, I am giving you this experience, now, tonight, to permit you to let go. Stop worrying what I might think. I did this. I arranged this. For you and for me. Neil and I have been talking for a fair while. He's been doing this a fuck sight longer than even you have. I trust him, seriously. I want you to trust me, and just let go. Enjoy."
With Tim's final words, Neil's fingers found their way inside Jade, and he hooked his fingers forward inside her, exerting pressure on her g spot, rubbing. And his fingers began to slide in and out of her mouth too. Finger fucked top and bottom. Jade groaned again and Tim watched as her shoulders slumped a little in the restraints, and she greedily pushed her head down onto his fingers, drawing the full length of his fingers inside her mouth, to knock against the back of her throat. She shifted her feet wider to give Neil better access. Neil pulled his fingers oh so slowly from her mouth, while driving the fingers of his right hand, three now, deeper into her cunt and gently massaging. Then he stilled, and Jade felt him lean in to whisper in her left ear. "What do you say, girl?" He had rested his fingers just inside her mouth, and Jade turned her head slightly towards her right, towards Tim, and said, quietly, cheeks very flushed, "Thank you, Sir."
Both Tim and Neil murmured "good girl" to her, and then laughed in acknowledgement at each other. Jade imagined she could see Tim nodding at Neil to continue.
Then her awareness of her surroundings and Tim dissipated as Neil moved his saliva encased fingers to her right breast and wiped her juice over her chest. His fingertips tweaked her nipple, twisting it just so, until she gasped in pleasure. Then, the fingers of his right hand working her cunt, gliding in and out, not fast, not yet, but constant, and a full movement, sampling the folds inside her, exploring, he increased the torsion on her nipple, and pulled her towards him. Her gasps of pleasure morphed into a groan of pain, and then panted pleasure as he rolled the nipple in his fingertips. Jade felt complete abandonment. And she knew that if he carried on, she'd disgrace herself by gushing all over his hand as he fucked her with his fingers. She tried to sag her body downwards to force his fingers deeper into her cunt, and he laughed at her, pulling back slightly. His left hand moved to her left nipple and repeated the twisting and pulling. His right hand carried on fucking her cunt, but he was being careful now, not letting her get too close. He slowed the motion of both hands gradually. Jade moaned in frustration, unable to lean anymore towards him, or thrust her body further downwards to create greater sensation for herself.
"You really are a fucking slut, you know that?" Neil's hands stilled and he turned his head to the left again, "Nice, Tim. Very nice." Jade felt an additional flush of shame on top of the heat of her arousal and the burning sensation deep in her cunt that told her she was desperate to cum, and didn't much care now how she could facilitate that. She found herself murmuring please and clenching her cunt on his fingers.
"No, you don't get to cum, not yet. I was just, you know, sampling the goods, seeing what I had to work with. Nice." Neil withdrew his fingers slowly from her cunt, released her nipple. Jade sagged and moaned in frustration. Neil put the fingers of his right hand to her mouth. "Suck them clean. I'm covered in your slime." Jade sucked his fingers into her mouth, leaning her head down to pull three then four of his fingers into herself. Savouring the slick of herself on him, tasting so different to when she finger-fucked herself. High arousal, not fast and dirty home-grown masturbatory orgasms. She licked down his palm and the back of his hand, scooping trails of herself into her mouth, leaving him coated with a thin sheen of her saliva. "Good girl, enough," was all he said.
He lightly swatted both her breasts and she felt him move away. Jade drew a juddering breath and tried to recover herself a little. Then it was Tim's hands on her. Her face, pulling lightly on her hair, stroking down her chest, reaching between her legs. "We need these off, babe, or they'll be a little in the way." He hooked his fingers in the elastic of the thong and tapped her legs to get her to close them, then slid the soggy garment down her legs and removed it. There was a moment's hesitation, and then he wiped the sodden gusset on her lips, told her to open her mouth, and suck herself from it. Jade was taken aback at him doing this. She and he had not yet really played with humiliation, with him using her slut side to shame her, degrade her, mock her. Tim would not have had the confidence to take such a step without prompting. Jade knew Neil was behind that gesture. She shuddered slightly even as she guzzled enthusiastically at her underwear. Tim laughed. Then reached down himself to insert his fingers into her. Jade groaned at the squelch she heard as he did so. She could feel Tim grinning. He kissed her on the lips, fingers swirling deep inside her cunt, something she loved. "You taste fucking good. I think Neil has the right idea though. I think you need to know what you taste like when someone's finger-fucking you. You don't normally get this wet you know. I reckon we're heading for a gush tonight. You've only done that once with me. I think it'll be amazing seeing you so fucking turned on tonight that you squirt all over the floor here in public. What do you reckon?"
Jade groaned into his mouth as his tongue invaded her and his fingers increased their tempo. She could feel a fresh slick of wet descend her cunt and reach her outer lips, sliming more of his fingers and squishing sloppily.
"Steady on, mate. I want to hurt her a bit first." Jade's head snapped back at Neil's voice. Tim slowed his fingers and withdrew them, feeding them to her to clean, this time without words. Jade couldn't help her greed in laving them clean. She wished for a cock in her mouth, and didn't care if it was Tim's or Neil's now. Hands ran over her chest again, and were then shifted to her arse, parting the cheeks. She clenched and tried to keep herself contained, not expose her arse to Tim, or Neil, or the room. The fingers insistently pressed her cheeks apart. She knew that anyone who looked could now see the puckered star of her anus. Why this was so much more humiliating than knowing people had just seen her finger-fucked by two men she had no idea, but it was. Tim kissed her on the lips again and she felt his hands, surely his hands, rest gently on her breasts. She groaned, that meant that it was Neil at her arse. Then she yelped as she felt what could only be Neil's tongue, swiping from her perineum up and over her anus.
Neil kicked her feet further apart. She felt him bend down again, fingers gripping her arse hard, pinching, and lick her again. She squirmed and tried to move away, gasping in shame and also arousal. Tim knew she loved arse play, all forms of it. She'd taught him the pleasure of being rimmed, and she knew he'd enjoyed teasing her with it. She would never have expected a stranger to have licked her there. Never. But Neil licked her again, and again, pressing his tongue to her flesh and circling the tip of it around her anus, and then pressing into her. She cried out at that. This explained perhaps why Tim had insisted she be totally shaved, and have an enema tonight. It wasn't just a random instruction. At least she was clean she thought, but the sensations were making her not care now anyway. She felt one of Neil's hands let go of her arse, and then his fingers find her cunt again, fucking first two, then three, and then, holy fuck, it must have been four fingers he'd lubed slick on her own juices, and was now pulsing them in and out of her cunt while he licked steadily and teasingly at her arse.
Jade was lost in sensations, grunting at Neil now, sinking as low as she could in the wrist restraints to press her cunt onto his fingers, her arse onto his tongue and mouth. The scratch of his whiskers was additional sensation that tipped her from wallowing in feelings to knowing she was about to cum.
Her building orgasm shifted inside her as Neil's fingers twisted in unison from being aligned arse to cunt, to being aligned across her cunt, his cupped hand now putting pressure from fingertips on her g-spot, and pressure from knuckles on the back wall of her cunt. Instead of the orgasm building steadily, she felt the first fore-wave of it shock her into throwing her head back and moaning loudly. Tim had time to murmur, "Er, Neil? I think you'd better..." Before Jade screamed "Oh my god...fuck, fuck, fuck...FUCK!" and collapsed in the restraints, head thrown back, cunt thrusting and pulsing onto Neil's fingers, liquid squirting around his hand and splashing to the floor. She shuddered and ground herself onto him as she panted and groaned. She felt rather than heard Neil growl into her arse. He withdrew his tongue and stood up, fingers still in her cunt, his other arm wrapping around her waist to lift her and relieve the pressure on her wrists. Jade's head lolled, aftershocks pulsing through her cunt, clasping his fingers in her cunt, she could feel herself gripping, releasing, gripping him. Lips swollen and she could already tell her cunt would be tender tomorrow. Then she registered the hard heat of his cock pressed against her arse. She stilled.
"Jesus," Neil spoke in a low voice next to her ear. "I wasn't expecting to get quite so carried away then, you or me. Fuck." He was quiet for a second or two. Jade was panting and trying to steady her breathing. She couldn't help but groan again at the hardness of him pressing through his trousers into her. She pushed back against him, clenched her cunt deliberately on his fingers. Neil laughed. "You really are a horny little slut. No wonder Tim asked me for a little help." She felt him turn his head away from her neck. "Nice, Tim. Sorry, mate. Wasn't quite what I was intending. You warned me a little late."
Tim laughed. "Well, I was watching carefully. She normally gives a little more indication than that before she cums. I think this might all be a little overwhelming. For all of us. You okay, babe?"
Jade heaved a huge breath in and attempted to right herself a little, remove herself from the support of Neil's arm. He had eased his fingers from her as he spoke to Tim. He was casually wiping her juices on her back and arse. "I'm fine. Umm," she turned her blindfolded head. "Neil?"
"Yes?" he answered her.
"Thank you. Thank you a lot."
"You're welcome."
"Tim?" Jade carried on, turning her head towards him.
"Yes, babe?"
"Thank you. Thank you, Sir." Jade thought she could feel Tim's pleasure in being addressed as Sir after that. Jade had the presence of mind to acknowledge who had been in charge here, who had made this happen.
"Tell you what, you two. I'm going to go get a drink, leave you two love birds to have a moment. But, Tim, mate, you did promise me a little more fun? I hope we're not done for the evening?"
Tim laughed at this. "No, we aren't done. This little slut here," Tim reached out gently and placed his hand round her throat, "isn't sated. And I'm not about to call it a night. We have to allow your sadist a little outing. I need the demo too. Like we discussed." Tim squeezed steadily. Jade swallowed against the increasing pressure of Tim's hand, and felt her cunt spasm again.
"Excellent. And, you know, we vaguely talked about what happens after the club, and I'm easy if you're not up to it tonight, but I would really like to fuck her." Jade's cunt spasmed, hard.
She gulped against Tim's hand, her body giving an involuntary shudder.
"Oh, I think that can be arranged. I rather enjoyed watching you put her through her paces then. And I'm patient. I can fuck her tomorrow. Or tonight, after you. I'm sure she'll be quite obliging. You can hold her down for me if she isn't." Tim reached between her legs, squeezed her cunt lips together, felt her oozing between his fingers. "But, by the feel of it, I think she's going to cope, whatever we decide. Aren't you, slut?"
Jade groaned, felt a new flood of heat to her face. "Yes, Sir." She swallowed against his hand, bowed her head to him.
"Thank you, Sir," she whispered.
