Chapter 122 Part 3

Chapter 122 Part 3
Lynn

I buck. The flogger starts at my shoulder and runs down my back. I shudder. Bob replies, “Doll, this has been a long time coming!” Bob and I used to play, but it's been years. He strikes my ass again with the flogger. I tense. A collar is placed around my neck along with nipple clamps. My nipples are already sensitive, and the added pressure from the clamps has me nearly coming. Amy secures a clitoral clamp.

“Holy shit!” I yell as I cum. I couldn't hold it off. It just came out of nowhere. My ass is flogged again as Bob laughs. He hits my ass a few more times with the flogger. Amy kisses me and plays with the clamps while fingering herself. Bob's fingers pinch my tortured clit. “For fucksake, Bob,” I hissed through gritted teeth.

His hand slaps my ass hard. And then he does it again. I bite my lip because if I didn't, I would rip him a new one. “That wasn't a safe word or my name here. Address me properly,” Bob commands.

“Sorry, Master.” I bite the inside of my lip. I will get Damon for this. No man is my master, but l am their mistress.

He rubs my ass but out of habit I push it into him. He smacks it again. “Such a bratty, greedy, and bad Doll.” By now I'm sure my ass has gone from pink to red. This is crazy. Bob hinted about reenacting a dream, but it's not happening, right? My friend is not being my Dom in a room full of people, right? But yet that is what is happening, all because of my demonic husband, Damon. Ardin would allow the play, but he would be a part of it, not directing from the sidelines. Damon enjoys being the director. Well, I will give him one hell of a show.

I feel Amy's lips on my clit and a vibrator being inserted into me a tew times only to be pulled out. I now hear the hum of the toy behind me. From behind me a hard cock which I'm assuming is Bob's is inserted into my extremely wet pussy. The vibrator is positioned between us so that with each thrust it penetrates my ass. Amy continues to flick my clit with her tongue and play with the clamps on my nipples.

“Oh!” I gasp loudly. My orgasm is mounting again. I can feel the tension in my belly grip me like a snake constricting around its prey.

My sore ass hitting against his hard body just adds to the already intense sensation. I moan. I'm so close. Damon asks Bob, “Worthy?”

He's going to let me cum? Bob better say yes! Bob must've nodded. The next thing I know, I'm clenching and seeing stars explode before my eyes under the darkness of the blindfold. I scream out in ecstasy. I'm pretty sure that my orgasm sends Bob over the edge, too. As my breathing returns, Bob has pulled out of me, and the clitoral clamp has been removed. I'm pretty sure I whimpered as it was removed. Now I feel empty and exposed, but not for long. I'm being removed from the hook and carried somewhere.

I feel myself being laid down, and the rope is removed. My wrists are being attached to this table by a man's hands. A woman's hands are binding my ankles to the table. A fingernail is run up each sole of my feet. I buck and shudder. Then I'm forced upright. I now realize that I'm attached to a bondage board. I think it is Max and Mia's turn, but I could be wrong. “This is new,” I reply.

Damon must have held up a finger, because they stopped touching me. “What's new, you bratty girl?”

“What I'm attached to...master.” I know damn well that man has a smirk on his face. He likes to surprise me, but even more so, he relishes any submission that I give him.

“It's a bondage board and you're its first victim,” Damon replies.

“Victim?” I inquire because it will give me a hint as to what to expect.

He chuckles. Oh, dear husband, enjoy it while you can. “Victim, sacrifice whatever, as it doesn't matter. Remember your safe words.”

Checking for safewords is something all BDSM couples should do. Yes, you might know your partner's limits, but sometimes those limits can change. Communication is key, so always check in and remind them that they can speak out at any time. “Mine should be my husband is an ass!” I quip. Both of my nipples and my clit were pinched. “Fuck!” I screamed.

“You have something to say now?” Damon asks.

“No, nothing, master.” He chuckles as I feel hot oil dripping onto my skin. I buck at the sensation. Hands are rubbing the oil into my skin. Stroking and kneading my muscles.

I moan as I enjoy the hands on me. The scent is a spiced vanilla and makes me want some cookies right about now. I'm getting an erotic massage, and I'm thinking about cookies. Yep, I'm pregnant. I laugh to myself. I'm pulled from my thoughts by a prickly sensation starting at my feet. “Whoa. That's odd,” I say as the prickly sensation travels up my body, teasing my sensitive areas.

I teel a cool wipe cleanse my pussy and ass. There's a tug on my collar as I'm pulled into a kiss. My lips meet soft, tender ones who tease me with a skilled tongue. Mmm, Mia can kiss. I moan loudly. She pulls away and travels kisses down my body opposite the prickly feeling.

Damon says, “Guess what is being used and earn a reward.”

There are only a few things that would give this prickly feeling and allow the user to have control over the pressure being applied. “Lips,” I reply with a faint smile.

“Wow! Man, you're so screwed,” Max exclaims before he laughs.

He growls. “Besides that, brat!”

I'm getting to him, and it's amusing me. The prickly sensation intensified. “A Wartenberg wheel, master.” I will get him, but I like to serve my revenge ice cold.

“Very good,” Damon praises.  For my reward, Mia licked my clit as Max kissed me in a lustful yet commanding way. My restraints are being removed, and I'm being carried a few feet away. Max pulls me onto him by my chains.