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Monday, September 29, 2003
Our Intro Into The Swinging Scene
Part Two, Strong S/M Please be warned
by Pat
That experience with Peter and Beth really did spice up our sex lives, my monthly routine of me sustaining Tony took on another dimension. For a long while Tony could think of nothing better than for me to relive my evening with Peter while I slowly licked and kissed his manhood for him. His tensions were always washed away from him on those occasions and although he would say it wasn't as nice as the real thing, well it was for me pleasing him that way. My instinct would tell me also that I knew his orgasm as well as I knew my own and they seemed more intense. I never knew how much he had to spare for me while we were making love, again though orally he always seemed to make that one extra gasp. With the amount I would take I used to wonder where it went while we were making love. I noticed also that he always waited until I had finished my story, the part where I had my head trapped between the headboard and the bedside cabinet. I would tell Tony that I was sore and that pain was taking over. I think the word pain was the piece that stuck in his mind.
They were distant memories. We were still promising them we would see them again, but Tony's disaster and my utter enjoyment, well it was more than enough for his manhood to swallow to expect us to do it again with them. I didn't want it either, I felt nothing for the man and those butterflies were exciting, but I wasn't sure seeing him again a second time would produce the same affect.
Nothing cooled our lovemaking and role playing down though; it was as lovely as always. We noticed that in London a yearly event of an erotic exhibition was taking place. So it was back to mother to baby-sit while Tony took me to a show in London we both wanted to see. We did see the show, but the main event was the day after and booking out of our hotel we were off to Olympia. Knowing every woman there was tying to outdo the next person, finding something to wear was hard.
As it turned out the only decent clothing I had was the same leather mini I wore to see Peter. How boring, I thought as we went to every exhibit and I seemed the only one there in normal dress. I had never seen so many outfits, my aging body would have just about got away with a few of them, the others, no chance.
We had never played at the S/M thing before, yet I could swear half the women at the event were being led around on a collar and chain by their partners. Some were the other way around mind you, but sadly few and far between. It was a very commercial and professional event, really just a place for the single guys to see scantily clad ladies posing and trying to get a few more pennies from those sad guys. Tony suddenly drew my attention to a gathering crowd and I was struggling to keep up with him in the stampede to see what was going on. One of the collared women was on her knees sexually satisfying her man. As if it were staged, he was a hunk and she looked as if she should be on the front page of Playboy. Tony's eyes were transfixed, and feeling around, my 'toy' was suddenly poking shamelessly out in front of him so I helped him to remain happy in that respect.
It was over to quick for Tony's and my liking though, as this model of a woman cleaned herself up and the crowd left them at it. A crafty feel of Tony told me he liked what he saw though and his manhood took on a different appearance from then on during the day.
Carrying on walking we happened to pass a fetish stall selling their goods. I was ushered into it and soon modelled for all the contraptions on offer. Well it was his credit card and my body that were going to benefit so things were swell for me in that respect.
Leaving the exhibition we were handed a free sample of a magazine, by the time we arrived home I had read it from cover to cover. It was all about the S/M scene though and a certain shortage of woman to fill the roles.
This evening however was ours, so while Tony put the kids down I laid in the bath soaking away the miles of walking we had done around that exhibition. Once out and feeling refreshed I told, no demanded? No told Tony to shower while I tried on my outfits.
I must be honest and say they weren't very comfortable. I would have hated to spend an evening of lovemaking in them. At a later date I was told that they needed to be oiled with special oil that would soften them considerably. However being new and shiny they looked nice, fitted me, not like a glove more like a suit of armour, yet I felt powerful in them. I made myself up with a gothic style face and gingerly made my way down stairs with each step cutting a groove in my labia lips. That will teach Tony to buy thigh high boots for a 5' 1" shrimp.
A wild shout of approval made all the pain worthwhile, watching Tony's brain tick over with the possibilities I did try to act out the Dominatrix. I have never told him to do anything in his life, trying to change that was like a comedy act as we both fell around laughing. Thankfully I was able to take those boots off and the leather thongs that were feeling like cheese wire on me. The leather corset felt nice however and gave me a body I had thought I would never see again. Made me think of investing in a Vollers corset once more, something I have always wanted since the day I heard of them, a nice 20" waist is just what I fancy.
My first time in the S/M thingy then was as expected an experience, but as expected a disaster. I felt nice though so we lounged around most of the evening with my new attire making me feel good in nothing else. I was listening to music while Tony had his nose stuck in the magazine; a pencil kept taking notes of box numbers that took his fancy. Knowing the nature of the magazine I didn't like it much when Tony started to look interested. I knew his thoughts were not on my wavelength. Lots of adverts and lots of writing only had me thinking of what was going to happen next. A lot of the replies were actually quite frightening and our little game was to end up with me having seven pints of blood in a transfusion afterwards at the local hospital. I didn't usually get involved with Tony's fun so I left him to answer all the wacky letters we received. However one, just one of the many we got really did fascinate me. He claimed to be a high master, was married and his wife could confirm his superiority on the subject.
Years ago I had read a book on asphyxiation, I love to read autobiographies of interesting people. The author of this book had me transfixed while he talked about the differences between a genital orgasm with one he provided to his many mistresses (He was French) regarding the use of asphyxiation.
I never knew that such a practise existed, this book told me there were different ways and higher forms of eroticism where few had dared to venture. The downside of the book was that he died before it was completed, dying in the inexperienced hands of his wife. Enough to put anyone off such practises you may think, although a few words from his widow left me with sleepless nights as if my eyes couldn't close. She had praised her husband, they used to befriend women and gain their trust to an extent that his wife and the woman would have a lesbian relationship climaxing in the use of plastic bags being administrated by the husband to heighten both their orgasms. His wife ended the book by saying how an orgasm that way would put her on a different playing field to mere mortals and when a third party was involved she could float with her in their ecstasy.
Finishing the book was a chilling aftermath in that most of her husbands conquests would be queuing at the door for another chance to take them where only she had ever been and would never be again.
I lay awake haunted by that book for months. Tony isn't a reader of novels and would have never understood it and probably would have found it boring and rubbish, yet I knew it wasn't.
I needed to write to this guy. I told him of the book I read and obviously he had read it and he knew of the man. He wasn't foolish enough to let anybody play with his life telling me that it really was seconds rather than minutes between going to far and stopping at the right time. Knowing that my fascination was genuine his wife started to write to me, they had never indulged in a threesome or swapping partners neither were sure whether she could, would or would like to for that matter.
Again Tony took no part in this correspondence, he knew it didn't concern him at all so he didn't even ask when their letters arrived on the mat. They knew we were into the swapping scene, they told us that they had seen our adverts. No doubt under orders from her husband she suggested we get together over a meal one night.
Tony hadn't a clue. As far as he was concerned we had just befriended another couple. I kept Tony in the dark also regarding their activities, only telling him they were into the BDSM thing, never having met another couple into that scene this was just going to be a meal out like any other.
It wasn't to be however, George was a powerful man, tanned and very handsome, shaved head, tattoo's and heavy dark stubble made him look sinister. Knowing the power he had over his slightly built wife as she gingerly made George comfortable by providing him with everything over dinner for once Tony's conversation took a back seat as I digested every sentence George had spoken.
Eileen, his wife was silent throughout as George explained the rules of their bondage and submissive games. We knew that was something they toyed with in their home made dungeon at their house. The real fun was not for Tony's ears. I was amazed that sex didn't take place between them while George was acting out his masterly role with Eileen. All the people that had replied to us had involved sex into their games; George however was different in that way also. George however would try to explain that he was far to superior to have sex with his submissive, almost frightened now, completely lost for words my jaw forever lying open and the evening was coming to an end. Tony was silenced every time he butted in as question after question was slowly answered by the very patient George.
Eileen was no better in the loo as we tidied up ready to go our separate ways, she was unable to explain why, just shrugging her shoulders and trying to tell me what I will never understand. Time was running out as she couldn't explain either the way she felt after their other game together. All she would say was that it made sex secondary as her orgasm would leave her in a state that she wished she could live in forever.
The journey home was silent, my mind filled with unanswered questions as Tony tried to make light conversation of a very heavy evening. Once home, Tony concerned with my silence tried to make light of the evening. He too was lost for words really, but his curiosity level was zero compared to mine.
I was quiet over the next few days, writing down little bits that I didn't understand, things I wanted to know more about. It had taken over my thoughts as one night while Tony was busy writing his worthless replies to his S/M contacts I pieced together all my notes and like a questionnaire put them down in a list and simply wrote 'Answers!' at the bottom. Some were aimed at George, some at Eileen.
Our weekend had no special plans as the postman delivered my reply. Excitement took over as nervously I opened it. All the answers were as clear as they could have made them for me to read. As a footnote they told me that we were most welcome to go to their house anytime and Eileen was more than willing to have us look over either of their sessions.
Not caring about an answer from Tony, nervously I took the phone into the kitchen out of Tony's range and phoned them. We were going to a party the following weekend so when George answered the phone I nervously asked whether tonight would be possible. With no hesitation we were invited over, knowing Tony was going to be present it was just going to be the master thing and not the other.
My leather boots had been painstakingly softened by Tony over the last few weeks and were no longer painful as that first time I wore them. So a large raincoat covered my near naked body as nervous now we were on our way to see George and Eileen.
Being invited in George looked more frightening now, tight leather trousers hugged his legs, a pair of leather boots and straps crisscrossing his white satin shirt. He seemed a different person also, not only looking the master but acting it as well. Looking around for Eileen, George told us she was already in his dungeon awaiting us to join her. So thinking we were going straightaway was wrong when he offered to take my coat and ask whether we would like a drink. Assuring me Eileen was fine he poured us two hefty drinks as Tony took off my coat for me. I felt sorry for Tony, a pair of jeans and a tee shirt; he looked abnormal as George turned from the drink cabinet to feast his eyes over my wanton body. I knew instantly it had his approval and felt good as if I had something to prove as his eyes slowly undressed the little I was wearing as he handed us our drinks. Ignoring Tony completely he pawed my clothes running both his hands down the length of my trimmed waist.
"Now that's a body I could use Tony." George said as if I didn't exist. I didn't care, I felt proud and even honoured from his remarks. Still caressing me he was eyeing me up. Eileen was older than I was, she looked very attractive in the restaurant but was a good two sizes larger than me however and dressed very plain.
Still his hands wrinkled out the folds of my leather as his eyes never left me, impatient now I asked whether we could carry on as I was dying to met Eileen again.
"You will not meet Eileen tonight Pat, she is in no position to meet you for some small talk, maybe next time?" He told me with a question mark.
We finally went upstairs, George went first and Tony had hold of my hips as we jokingly went up the stairs. George was a few paces in front and didn't look back as he opened the door to their backroom that he had converted to his dungeon.
I shook as the atmosphere in this almost pitch black room overcome me, I called out my greetings to Eileen but was frightened when she failed to return my greeting. I was frightened also now and held onto Tony's arm for reassurance. It was like a ghost train, awaiting the next shock as a light suddenly went on beaming down from behind us highlighting the tied and naked Eileen.
She looked a different person, at the restaurant she had plain clothes, no make up and her hair was just brushed into some sort of style. This time, her legs spread-eagled, arms spread completing the cross, all were tied. Naked, her hair and makeup had been painstakingly applied.
We didn't exist in Eileen's world as her master went to her, holding her chin and verbally abusing her. I cringed as the back of his leather glove slashed across her face causing a scream from her and a gasp from me. We hadn't known Eileen had been in that dark room for a long while, alone and awaiting her certain fate.
I was frightened but I remembered thinking how erotic it looked as George went about abusing and ridiculing his wife. His hand clutched at her open pubic region. I felt her pain as she screamed and twisted away as if to try and avoid any more contact.
Walking away George went to the wall that had a multitude of implements hanging on it. All eyes were on his choice as he toyed with each and every one of them. He picked what I can only describe as a vibrator with long tassels. He pushed the vibrator end close to Eileen's face. Forcing it into her mouth George suddenly broke the silence and asked Eileen to imagine it was Tony's erection she was sucking on. We were all transfixed to her sucking on that phallic symbol. A little low "Mmmmm" from Tony seemed to break the atmosphere for a while.
Tony's 'erection' was roughly pulled from Eileen's mouth, who was being the clever one I thought. She was being provocative, as a bad tempered George suddenly rained the strings of his toy down on to Eileen's shoulders. One after the other we heard her scream in pain as George was calling her all the fu..ing whores under the sun. Whelp marks quickly formed as George relentlessly filled Eileen's body with lashes, each one produced a scream from her and a gasp of disbelief from Tony and I.
Provoked George seemed genuinely annoyed. He marched around the room like he felt he was no longer the master in this situation. I was feeling proud of Eileen as well, as if she had stood up to him and told him what for.
I think we both were a little premature as George, discarding his vibrator, went back to the wall and fingered each instrument again. Each time he held something he gave a grinning glance over to Eileen.
Seeing the three of us cringe he picked a large leather paddle and ran it slowly over her body. A defiant Eileen seemed to turn her head away in disgust which definitely annoyed George. He turned to us, smiled and let loose his leather thing that deafened us as it landed on Eileen's bum. She was hurt by that, her face told me so and with no respite she received blow after blow after blow. All to the same spot and I noticed her cheeks redden straightaway from this pain that was definitely hurting her.
Silence again, the atmosphere was heavy enough to cut through, George marching back to the wall again toying with his instruments, Tony and I holding onto each other wondering what was to come next. Again he took this dildo shaped object with the leather strings from the wall and marched around Eileen. A surge of energy and a crack as the strings appeared over Eileen's shoulder and then the other shoulder as Eileen continued to scream at every contact. Each blow we could see the body redden seconds later as quite honestly Tony was hardly looking and I looked out of sheer fascination.
Again silence, and hopefully George had realised Eileen had suffered enough. Her body looked tense, the marks tender, although I couldn't see any broken skin no doubt she was in a lot of pain from her ordeal.
George had not finished though. He went over to the wall and produced a length of silver chain. Bringing it to us we noticed it had small clips attached to the ends. Knowing where he was going to attach those I felt a shudder go down my spine. Showing us at close view the power of the grips he put one onto Tony's hand and he jumped in pain as he beaconed to me to have it done. Out of curiosity I held out my hand as George clamped the grip onto it.
It did hurt, not enough to make me jump, but seeing Eileen tense and scream as he applied them to her nipples made me feel cold and concerned for her. This time the pain didn't cease either as each movement produced a pained sigh from Eileen.
We were both relieved to know Eileen's ordeal was over, Tony was just glad to get out of the dungeon. I was concerned for Eileen, unaware at that time she was going to be left in the dark again still tied and those nasty clamps no doubt cutting deep into her nipples while we went back downstairs.
It felt cold as if we were in shock as we sat on the settee while George refilled our glasses. I could tell that he wanted to talk with me alone somehow so as to explain Eileen's next adventure. He knew that Tony had no idea about the asphyxiation thing that was going to take place later and felt agitated trying to tell me he wanted to explain. I knew Tony wasn't very happy with the events so far. Quickly I asked where George kept his photo album. He told us they were in their bedroom. I knew Tony wouldn't want to see them, neither did I in all honesty, but anyway I told Tony to stay there while we went and had a look.
Still dressed in my silly clothes, completely out of sight from Tony, George became more intimate straightaway, as he stood close behind me and flipped over the photographs. They were mainly similar to the ones we had seen via our letters that we exchanged. George knew I wasn't there to look at the pictures. Whispering, his now gentle hands sending shivers down my spine, his lips on my neck telling me that as soon as we go he will untie Eileen, bring her into the bedroom and make her feel so special, even more so tonight as we had been there.
All the while his hands slowly and sensually caressed my body, he had me purring with anticipation. Tony would have never have come up to investigate, knowing that if I wanted to get up to anything I could. With my legs parting for his wandering hands to do as he wanted with me, his other hand was holding my neck uncomfortably tightly. Knowing he would never hurt me without my say so his hand gripped tighter onto my neck causing me to start to gasp for breath now. The feelings, although different were exciting me and I was ready to be taken there and then. With George whispering how he would like to have me he let me down slowly however telling me he had someone else half done in the other room. He was going to make her feel special, in fact make her feel as she has never felt before he told me. He went on to say she will lie in bed all day tomorrow, if she feels up to it then he will ask her to write her experience to me, this time I might understand them more.
Now I want you to go. Looking over towards the clock it was half past midnight. He said with a hesitant voice at two thirty think of Eileen, she will be somewhere else, somewhere that only I could put her.
His fingers touching my body, for the first time that evening I really envied Eileen. I wished there were more photos and that time wasn't against us, but doing as he wished I soon told Tony that it was time we went. Putting my coat back on I really felt I was missing something that evening as we left him to go and please his wife.
Tony was in complete silence as he drove me home. My mind was elsewhere also, still at Eileen's house. I can't remember the last Saturday evening we went to bed with no thought of sex taking place, we were cold together, my mind was still on those two, it was one thirty as I lay awake wondering what was happening.
Two thirty came and went, was I envying or praying for Eileen? All I do know is that the postman was the most important person for the next few days.
Eventually the letter did come, I was all fingers and thumbs in the panic to open it, nothing from George, just Eileen writing to me. I still couldn't come to terms with the earlier part of the evening, Eileen knew exactly what she was saying, yet seeing her suffering under George's brutal torture I could still not fathom the way she described it as so sexual to me. Trying to understand her letter to me wasn't getting me anywhere, just more and more confused.
Knowing Eileen was home most of the morning, as soon as I got the boys off to school I hurried home to phone her up. Knowing what I was like on the few occasions we have talked together before, my imagination runs riot and I need to take the phone to bed with me as Eileen again tried to explain her actions to me. She started about the asphyxiation thing. No, I screamed down the phone, I haven't got that far, I want to know why you allow him to beat you and hurt you, what has that got to do with the final outcome. Eileen was showing impatient tones in her voice having explained the same thing a dozen times to me. There was silence for a while then as if she had hit on an idea she started down another road.
"What is the most personal thing a man can do to you Pat?" Eileen asked me. My mind wasn't on her wavelength at all, she must have thought I was the typical blonde as a silence my end trying to think of something constructive to say.
Impatiently Eileen butted in to my thoughts. "Would you let anyone have you Pat?" She asked. Insulted I quickly told her that no, I wouldn't. "Why Pat, why wouldn't you let anyone have you?"
As if I was in the wrong now I was defending myself, telling Eileen that my body was mine. Clicking on to her trail of thought I told her that being intimate with somebody was the most personal thing I could do. So I need to know like and care about that guy even when we swapped partners.
I heard a sigh a mile long from Eileen. "Yes, we are getting there.", she said in a frustrated voice. "Now go one step, then two steps ahead, one step Pat is trusting your partner to sexually stimulate you with pain." Before another word I butted in.
"Sexual?" I screamed," That wasn't sexual Eileen, it was one sided and bloody painful." A long silence, then a calm Eileen tried to tell me that every lash that hit her body was more sexual than George entering her, each scream she gave was a higher orgasm than she could produce by simple fucking together.
Suddenly I was silent, yes, lost for words, trying hard to compose the right words I was still bemused as to how a slap on my bum could excite me as much as 6 inches inside me. Again I was shot down, lots of talk and she had convinced me that the tender hands and implements of George were more sexual than George himself.
Not convinced, but wanting to know more about the asphyxiation thing I was quickly told that was something even higher. I was frightened to ask, "Higher than what?" I knew I'd get a lecture so I moved quickly on to their evening together, after we had left.
Again Eileen was stuck for an explanation. She was glad when we had finally gone and George came to untie her. The bit about Tony's erection, she told me she was really in a state and if George had asked, a pause then told me that she entirely belonged to George that evening and anything he wanted, she stopped there, I knew exactly what she was saying now.
Apparently George was a very considerate lover, putting Eileen into a frenzy. It was then that he started to choke her of air with his thumb and index finger. While in that state he covered her face with a polythene bag and while he climaxed inside her, Eileen was somewhere else.
"Where?" I ignorantly shouted.
Again a silence from Eileen, "I don't know Pat, I can't explain. Somewhere close between reality and fantasy. Somewhere between life and death, I just can't explain it to you love. We have had you on our minds all week and if you promise on a few things then I have agreed to let George try it with you."
With no thought of Tony I screamed. "Yes. Yes, Yes." Down the phone to Eileen. We had a party to go to this weekend, which wasn't important at all as I told her we would come to them on Saturday.
Nothing is that simple though. Eileen really did lay down the rules to me. No Tony, no condoms were to be used, and the most frightening thing was that she wanted me to write down a sort of consent form. Yes to all though, I was in no mood to argue and I knew the next few days were going to be the longest of my life.
Tony was to drop me off and go on to the party. He was not at all happy with what I had got myself into. Nevertheless he knew me and there was no going back on my deal with Eileen.
Maybe as we drove to them doubts did start filling my mind, the constant worrying from Tony didn't help. I was glad when we pulled up though and knew then that there was no turning back. Tony stayed awhile as we talked. I was a bundle of nerves but excitement was taking over as I was hinting to Tony that it was getting late for his party. Finally, feeling like a lamb to the slaughter I said my goodnights to Tony at the doorstep and was sad he had to go, but George and Eileen were frightened that with Tony there he would panic and spoil the whole situation.
Getting started was the hardest part. It wasn't as if George and Eileen knew what to expect either. It was the first time with a third party for them. The 'master' of last week was suddenly a shy pleasing guy handing us more drinks to calm our nerves down. Talking the evening away a lull in the conversation was suddenly shattered by the three of us together deciding to get on with things. I went alone to their bedroom. Eileen and George followed me moments later. I was soon naked, my fetish clothes were unnecessary and left at home on this occasion, the room was in semi-darkness, a couple of candles were flickering onto the walls as I was wondering how I had got myself into such a situation.
George and Eileen, also both naked came into the bedroom and joined me sitting on the bed, wanting to get it going now George was soon hugging me and lying me back onto the silky bed linen we were soon kissing as the excitement of the situation took over. Feeling Eileen's hands caressing my thigh's made me melt even further into George's arms. Soon I could feel four hands on my body, Eileen had me wide open exciting my inners. George's fingers were massaging my boobs and exciting my nipples as I felt his hardness hovering above me.
Changing positions now, Eileen was suddenly sitting by my face, her hands tenderly caressing my face, hair and neck, her eyes staring into mine. George was fiddling down below; knowing he was putting a condom on I was suddenly open and awaiting his erection for our pleasure.
Entering me my feeling's quickly grew, knowing my outcome and the newness of it all added to those feelings. Eileen was still holding my face with her tender hands as George continued to please my inner self. I knew everything was going to happen with my orgasm and started to tense up a little feeling George forever getting me closer and closer.
Stopping for a breather, I could feel his hardness twitching inside me. With my feet wrapped around George's calf muscles, my arms around his neck I could feel his hardness slipping slowly in and out, each time he moved inside I could feel sensations race through my body. My breathing was becoming heavier as I felt George's hand encircle my neck.
I was frightened, excited in a way I had never experienced as George's cock started to feel wonderful with my moist muscles wrapped around his hardness. I could see Eileen moving in the corner of my eye, frightened now she held this bag over my head and quickly the air became very warm. With George holding my neck tightly and Eileen closing the bag around my face tighter my orgasm started to take over my body. George seemed to go faster and faster as I was gasping for air now under the tight grips of my two assailants. Cries of encouragement from the two of them had me screaming under the pressure of the bag now tightly wrapped around me. Feelings of George's erection were suddenly secondary as I believe I reached that moment Eileen had told me existed out there somewhere. I felt a shudder above from George and I knew he had also climaxed inside me as his tight grip loosened on my neck.
I had no other feelings that night. Eileen woke me as I lay under their bedclothes. No sign of George with Eileen as gentle as ever, smiling down on me. There was no need to ask whether I had enjoyed myself, she had been where George took me many times before.
posted by JoJo Jinx on Monday, September 29, 2003
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