The couple I had met at the swingers club had an amazing dungeon and my mind raced at the possibilities that surrounded me. All around me were all manner of restraints, floggers, crops, whips, clamps, vibrators, dildos, canes, and things I had never seen before. The walls and ceiling were covered with various eyelets and hooks, all very sturdy, there were ropes and pulleys, chains and pulleys, and some very intimidating furniture that I could imagine myself on in some very compromising positions very soon. I thought to myself that I may have gotten in over my head this time.
“Are you sure you want to give yourself to us tonight?” The red haired woman asked and still awestruck by the room all I could do was nod yes. “Good, but as you did not answer properly, that will cost you.” Her words struck me out of my daze and I answered “Yes Ma'am.”“Good girl, now out of those clothes and let us get a good look at what we will be working with.” Her husband commanded from behind me. I stripped quickly and stood naked feeling more than a little embarrassed. She stood on my left and he on my right, both looking at me for quite a while before anything was said. The silence was broken when I said “Do you like what you see?” My answer came swiftly as she stepped in front of me and harshly twisted both my nipples and said “Speak only when directed, now on your hands and knees.” She released my nipples and I hit the floor and no sooner did I get down I felt a hard blow to my ass. I squealed and looked back just in time to see the next blow coming. He had gotten a 4 inch wide double thick leather strap fixed to a wooden handle and proceeded to give me four more hard strokes across my ass with it. I bit my bottom lip and tried keep quiet but as he landed the last blow I let out “fuck”The red headed woman grabbed a hand full of my hair yanking my head back and said “Oh we will my dear, but not for a while.” The man leaned over me and fastened a three inch thick leather collar around my neck it had three large metal rings and a very heavy metal buckle. “Now then, you are looking like proper bitch” he said. The woman released my hair and they both stood over me smiling at each other.
“On your feet bitch” the red haired woman commanded, and when I stood she hooked a finger into one of the loops only collar and pulled me toward the center of the room. She directed me to put my hands in front of me where she promptly handcuffed men and then she told me to spread my feet more than shoulder width apart. There were a set of steel eyes set in the floor to which had been affixed a shackle which she placed around each of my ankles. While she was doing the man had gotten a pulley from a shelf and attached it to the beam on the ceiling directly above my head and ran a rope through it. He tied it around the handcuffs and pulled the other end of the rope drawing my hands over my head until the metal bit into my wrists. The red haired woman then came back into my field of vision with a large read ball gag. “First you speak when you are not supposed too and then you do not answer when spoken too, so I will just take the option for you to speak away from you. Open your mouth bitch.” I said “Yes MaÕam, I am sorry” in an attempt to appease her. “Too little too late my dear I am afraid.” The man said from behind me as he was securing the rope to the wall. She pushed the ball into my mouth and buckled item place my jaw started to ache almost immediately.
“Nice tits you have, I wish mine were so nice.” The red haired woman said as she stood in front of me and then she began to slap my boobs, after several rapid fire left and right slaps she grabbed them both and squeezed them hard. “You have very nice tits to make sore.” She said leaning in close as she squeezed again before letting loose and walking to the wall where she took a flogger off the peg it was hanging and returned to me and began to flog my boobs, it was not a hard flogging but rather a medium pace but she kept the same cadence going for 5 full minutes, I know this because the man would give her an update on the time every minute. At minute three I was crying and trying in vain to dodge the strokes, at the five-minute mark I had given up and was just sobbing and whimpering at each stroke. When she was done she hung the flogger on the wall back in its place and stood there admiring her work. “Your nipples are lovely too my dear, I will enjoy them later.” She said as she leaned over and gave each nipple a quick kiss sending shock through them as they were already quite tender from the flogging.
I felt the tension on the handcuffs let lose and looked behind me to find the man lowering the rope. I covered and held my reddened boobs as well as I could with my cuffed hands as he removed the shackles from my ankles. He took a short leather leash out of his pocked and clipped it to the collar around my neck and without a word lead me across the room to a rather high table with several straps and eye hooks attached all-around it. “Hop up and lay down for me little one.” He said so calmly that it made me shudder a little. Once I was on the table he told me to scoot down until my legs were hanging off the table and my ass was just on the edge. I got to where he wanted me and discovered there was a 4 inch wide leather strap fixed to the table at just the spot where he could strap it around my waist which he did, he then pulled my still cuffed hands over my head and took the short leash off the collar, looped it around the cuff chains, through itself, and clipped it to an eye bolt in the table quite out of my reach. He reached under the table and pulled out two leather straps about 2 inches wide with a loop sewn on each end. He put my legs through the loops and stopped just above my knees. Next he took two, two inch wide leather belts and belted them around my ankles and thighs tightening them until my heels were touching my ass. The free ends of the straps at my knees were passed through a slot cut into the table on each side of my body and then he disappeared under the table for a minute or so, I could hear him doing something and could feel and see the long straps moving as he was adjusting them under the table. I then heard the sound of an electric motor and the straps at my knees were being drawn down through the table, spreading my legs open. ItÕs a good thing I am fairly flexible or I would have pulled something before he stopped. The red haired woman sat on a stool near the table smiling wickedly at my very vulnerable position. The man came back into my field of vision and was holding a crop in one hand and a flogger in the other. He looked to the red haired woman and asked, “Which should I use dear?” to which she replied “Both, and if you will not, I will” at which time she stood up from the stool walked to the table and gave my pussy several hard rapid slaps with her hand then sat back down. The man laid the flogger down gently between my breasts and whispered in my ear “try and not to let it fall, it would be bad for you” He then went to the end of the table and began to crop my inner thighs, first ten to one then ten to the other. After five sets of this he turned his attention to my pussy. Ten medium strokes followed by a flurry of light fast strokes until I was moaning and squirming, then a hard stroke followed by his free hand rubbing my burning, swelling pussy. 5 times he repeated this pattern, and then he took the flogger off my chest, which had remained in its place thank goodness and replaced it with the crop. During the flogging the world went gray for a little while, I am not sure how long it went on but I know I was covered with sweat when I hear him say “Your turn dear.”
The red haired stood up then picked up a butt plug off a nearby bench, spit on it and pushed it harshly into my ass. Then the woman climbed onto the table, straddled my body, and sat on my stomach. Reaching down she lightly caressed my nipples making them start to stiffen, my pussy was twitching from the beating it had received, my asshole was hurting from the rough invasion of the butt plug, my legs were aching, and my jaw was quite uncomfortable; and I knew the night was far from over for me and began to shudder. “I see you are anticipating, dreading what is going to happen next aye bitch.” She said looking down at me. I shook my head yes and she replied by pinching both my nipples fairly lightly and rolling them between her thumbs and index fingers. I did not want them to but they became fully erect. She let go of them and smiled at her work, she leaned forward, and brushing her smallish breasts over my face I could feel her hard as rock nipples through her blouse. When she sat back up she had a small white plastic spoon in her hand, the kind you might find at the office coffee pot for sugar. “I recently learned this trick I think I will enjoy It.” She held the handle very close to the end in one hand and with the other hand she bent the spoon back, almost too where I thought it would break, she positioned it over one of my nipples and let the spoon snap forward. When it made contact with my nipple the sting was incredible and the sting was followed by an ache that felt like it went to the center of my breast and then worked its way to the outside. It was stunning how painful that was. She drew back the spoon again and delivered another blow to the same nipple, forcing tears from my eyes. After five snaps she switched to the other nipple for five snaps, and then started alternating nipples. Just when I thought I would pass out she stopped and handed the man the spoon and he handed her a terrible looking device, it had a pair of clover clamps attached to a bar, the bar had a threaded shaft running through it with a flat metal base on the bottom and a knob on the other. I had seen pictures of similar before and I knew my nipples would soon be clamped and stretched by it. I pleaded through the gag for her not too, she set the device on the table saying “Not yet, but soon I think.” I was relieved for the moment but that moment was sort lived as I felt my clit explode with pain, I could not see around the woman sitting on my stomach but I knew the man had the spoon now and was targeting my clit. After two blows to my clit the red haired woman would pinch and twist my nipples for a few moments and as soon as he released them, two more blows would be delivered to my clit. I was sweating so much that my hair was drenched and I could feel a puddle developing under my back. “I think she is ready now dear.” I heard his voice say from behind the woman, and felt his hand rubbing my swollen and abused pussy. “Not quite” the red haired woman said as she picked up the damned thing she had putdown. The metal base made me shiver from its coldness as it settled between my breasts, as she put the clamps on my nipples I began again to beg for mercy the best I could through the gag, as she turned the knob adding clamping pressure to the clovers and stretching my nipples she said, “You may as well stop bitch, we asked you several times if you were sure you wanted to give yourself to us, and we told you at the club it would hurt.” She got off me and moved to where the man was and said “Now she is ready.”
I felt relieved at her words thinking that they would fuck me now and this would be over, but I was wrong. I heard the motor start again and the straps pulling my legs apart began to loosen, when it stopped the man pulled the straps back through the slots and removed them from my legs. He then unfastened the belts binding my ankles to my thighs and I moaned loudly as my legs began to spasm on there release and I could really feel how swollen my pussy had become. The red haired woman unbuckled the strap around my waist and trailed a finger along my side and up my arm as she moved to the top of the table. They were both on either side of the table now and my nipples were calming down now despite being clamped and stretched, I wanted the clamps off and at the same time dreaded the pain I knew would come when they were removed. The leash was unclasped by the man and he reattached it to the center ring on the collar around my neck. The woman then unlocked the cuff on my right wrist and each of them grabbed one of my arms and sat me up. Fresh pain found my nipples as gravity changed how the clamps were pulling on them and my head began to swim, seeming to spin the room slowly. The man removed the cuff on my other hand and the red haired woman bound my hands behind my back with a long inch wide leather strap, giving me the first indication that they were far from done with me. Using the leash the man pulled me off the table and when my feet hit the floor I realized just how sore I already was and went to my knees. “No one said crawl bitch” he said pulling me back to my feet and tightening the device pulling on my nipples another turn. He led me to the back of the room where the red haired woman was standing beside a wooden pony. “Every little girl wants a pony, this one is mine and I love herald what she does to little bitches like you.” Before I could even protest a little he had handed the leash to the red head, picked me up by the waist and sat me astride the pony. Its sharp edge dug into my swollen flesh and to my surprise I could stand with my feet on the floor and barely make contact with the pony and if I stood on my toes a little I would be completely off of it. The man tied a rope to the strap binding my wrists and I soon found that it was already ran through a pulley on the ceiling above me as he pulled my hands upward, leaning my forward making me have to get higher on my toes to avoid contact with the edge. That comfort would soon be taken away from me as they both knelt on either side of me and placed a loop of rope around each of my ankles. They then put the free end of the ropes through pulleys attached to the floor and pulled until my legs were spread wide apart and my feet could no longer touch the floor. I could pull myself back a little with my arms and take a little pressure off of my pussy but already the pain was building. “Now, back to those lovely nipples on this bitch.” The red haired woman said after she finished securing her rope one of the legs of the pony. She reached into a small bag hanging on the front of the pony and pulled out two thin leather shoestrings with loops tied on one end. She carefully put them around each of my stretched nipples passing the free end through the loop and tightening them around the nipple and tying the remainder to an eyelet on the front of the pony. Each movement she did sent fresh tinges and shooting pains into my breasts, causing me to flinch and grind my already sore vagina on the pony. I could find no comfort now, anywhere. When she was satisfied with her strings, she released the clamps at the same time. My nipples immediately began to swell with the return of blood to them and with that came the rush of pain I had been both longing for and dreading. I tried to pull back from the pain instinctively but the leather strings now had a better grip on my nipples then before and held me firm. With a grin and not a word the red haired woman untied the ends of the strings at the eye and began to slowly pull them tighter through the eyelet, forcing me to lean forward putting more pressure on my battered clit. She tied the ends in place and stepped back with her husband to watch me squirm and sob. I could find no respite from pain, if I pulled back to relieve pressure on my clit my nipples would not allow it long, if I tried to pull myself up with my arms all I could manage was to shift my weight more onto my clit for a moment and then crash back down to my original position just a fraction of an inch away. I could move my hips around but I found it only ground the wood deeper into my tender flesh. I begged and shrieked through the gag for pity but none could be found. Through my tears when I could bear to open my eyes I could see that the couple had moved to a nearby couch and were watching my suffering and whispering to each other while making out.
The woman was the first to get up, she walked around behind me out of my field of vision causing my heart and mind to race as I knew that by the look on her face whatever she had planed she would enjoy more than I. When she walked back in front of me she had undressed except for her thigh high black leather boots and she had put on thick black strap-on dildo. She had in one hand an egg timer and in the other a heavy leather flogger. She set the timer and flogger on a nearby bench then turned to me cupping her smallish breasts with her hands. She said “I was not blessed with nice big tits like you, now do not get me wrong sweetie, I like my tits just the way they are and I like big tits too, what I hate is bitches like you who flaunt their big tits every chance they get.” With that she untied the leather stings binding my nipples to the pony allowing me to lean back and thankfully take some pain away from my clit. My head swam and to be honest I Think it almost made me have an orgasm. She then took the stings off my nipples letting them be free again for what seemed like an eternity. “I bet that feels better” she said as she turned away from me. She set the egg timer, picked up the flogger and turned back to me saying “I have 15 minutes for those tits” and began to flog away at my boobs. The blows and my bodyÕs reaction to them caused me to move around on the pony, further abusing my poor pussy. I do not remember hearing the bell on the timer go off but when she finally stopped she was standing in front of me sweating and panting with rock hard nipples like she had just had an orgasm. She turned away from me and sat down on the bench, picking up the timer saying “My how time flies when having fun, your turn dear”.
The next thing I felt waste mans hands on my hips from behind me and him working them in a sawing motion. I screamed as the pony bit into me like it never had before and I was sure it was cutting me in half. Thankfully this did not last long and I never before welcomed a crop stroke on the ass like he gave men when he let go my hips. For the next what I assumed were 15 minutes he cropped my ass and I managed to stay fairly still on the pony, sweat was dripping off my hair and down my legs. I was drenched with my fluids actually, drool, sweat, and tears were all over me when I felt the straps on my ankles loosen and I could once again put my toes on the floor. I tried to raise myself off the pony but I did not have the strength, I felt the strap binding my wrist loosen and when my hands became free the man wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the pony lowering me to the floor. “Do not touch yourself” he commanded and I summoned all the will power I had not to touch any of my tortured flesh. I rolled to my back sobbing and looking up at the man and the red haired woman with thestrap-on standing over me.
Everything was removed from me except the butt plug and collar; everything on me hurt and was throbbing. I wanted to beg for them to fuck me already and let me go but I did not want to have the gag put back in my mouth or be punished in some other way for talking out of turn so I just lay there pleading with my eyes, sobbing, trying to look as pitiful as I could.
“Roll over and put your ass in the air bitch” the man commanded. As soon as I was in position he pulled out the butt plug and gave me a hard swat on the ass with his hand, I bit my lip and suppressed a scream. The next hour or so found me being fucked in all kinds of positions by both the man and his strap on wearing wife. On several occasions they were both inside my ass, pussy, or mouth at the same time. When they finally tired of fucking me the collar was removed from my neck and the woman said “There is one thousand dollars on the pony for you lovely, take it and leave.” Then she kissed me on the forehead and left the room with her husband. I dressed and took the money feeling quite like a whore but I did want something out of my ordeal besides the lingering soreness that was creeping deeper into my body. As I stood outside their home waiting for a cab to take me back to my apartment I wondered if I would get invited back once the soreness passed and I worked up the courage to call the phone number that was written on the envelope full of cash I had in my purse.