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After a few minutes rest I was back on my knees in front of Vance and sucking away. He told me he to keep going and be sure to swallow the result. Actually, this was something I did for a previous boyfriend so I had no qualms about it and since it would keep my poor bottom out of harm's way for a few minutes I took him deep in my mouth and proceeded with great fervor. I was only barely aware of the conversation going on behind me but my ears perked up when Jason and Ben wondered why I had the Jelly in the first place. They surmised that I must use the vibrator where the wasn't enough natural lubrication. To be honest they were correct but in an attempt to salvage my honor I shook my head to deny it. They acted as if this kind of movement was normal in the activity I was currently engaged in and ignored whatever else it could mean as they joined Vance in cheering me on. Then they talked about seeing if their theory was true by demonstration and I scooted my knees forward to keep that orifice out of reach but there was no profit in it.
Vance was willing to take a break as we repositioned ourselves. He lay on his back and I was between his legs with my derriere up in the air. I kept whimpering "No, No" but made no overt effort to stop them. My face was in Vance's crotch again and in perfect position to continue my previous endeavor but I had to wait while the guys behind me prepared the vibrator with lots of lubricant and knelt down to their task. I was still voicing my objections as I felt the cold tip make contact and slowly slide in the smaller hole. Vance pushed my head down and the human gag silenced me. I did my best to satisfy him as the vibrator was going in and out. Humiliation, embarrassment and that marvelous toy were taking their toll. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know I was quite happy with that thing in me and was getting very close to another orgasm. I was pushing back to meet the strokes, sucking on Vance and moaning like mad. I got so wrapped up in my own pleasure I almost missed Vance's eruption but I managed to keep from spilling a drop. The boys in back didn't feel this was any reason to remove the gadget as Vance slid out from under me. They were holding it still but I was so close to climax I couldn't stand it and was soon back to showing how shamelessly I wanted more than just its vibrating action as I moved myself back and forth on it.
I saw two feet in front of me and looked up to see Jason putting the K-Y Jelly on himself. The activity at my other end was making it hard to think straight but I knew what his actions portended. I took a shot in the dark and said I thought my natural juices were back in service and he didn't really need to use any artificial aids. He just said, "I know." and put more on. There wasn't any use in pretending this was the first time my mechanical friend traveled that path and I guessed it was time to feel the real thing so I said, "I've never had anything that big in there before. Please go slowly." There, I had just given him the permission he was waiting for. I put my head to the floor as his feet disappeared and the vibrator was withdrawn.
I was already pretty loose and relaxed so it didn't take much for him to start his journey. He was as gentle as he could be but it still hurt a bit although it was not unbearable and I pushed back to take more of him in. My trusty vibrator was nothing like this. I'm not certain how long it took but eventually he was fully lodged. I made the obvious comment that he felt very big. Guys like that sort of thing but in this case it was very true. He pulled out just a little and I pushed back to take him in all the way again. Each time we separated a little farther and thrust together a little faster till he was slamming back in and we were off and running. Bear in mind that I had a head start so it was no surprise when I finished first. I tried to keep myself raised properly for him but failed and slumped to the floor exhausted. I'm afraid it was a somewhat listless body that was rammed into a few more times and finally felt him spurt.
He lay on top of me and slowly shrunk while Vance got some washcloths to wipe us off. I barely had the strength to stand so they decided I had enough and helped me into my room, dressed me in pajamas and put me to bed. I invited them to stay but I fell asleep before I heard their answer.
The forth movement is just beginning and they want a last pinch and pull. This is a 'good one' and I'm pulled forward but they push me back and it feels like they're trying to pull my nipples off entirely. For the first time since I got into the car I speak and all I say is "Ouch!" My breasts are left to recover on their own as they go back to my thighs but first I must take off the rest of my clothes so they can have access to bare skin. If you think taking a bra off in a crowded back seat is tricky try a skirt and underpants while your two friends sit back and watch. They used to strip me themselves but then thought it more appropriate if I took care of that detail to show how much I was offering into their hands and how much I wanted it. These stockings are near impossible to get off in tight quarters like this. Thanks for the help guys. By the way that was sarcasm in case you missed it.
Well that job is finished and I must admit its delightful to feel their soft stroking again especially there, Oh that's good, and a dash of poking wouldn't be out of line guys. That's the way. This is what it's going to be like all night. A little pain and then pleasure. Who am I kidding. A lot of pain and then pleasure. But even this small amount of delight is tempered with a feeling of dread as Vance says he can't wait to see how red the area he's caressing is going to be later. One of them read 'The Story of O' a few years ago and decided to share the part where she gets the inside of her thighs whipped. They thought it was a wonderful idea and I thought it would be agonizing. As it turned out, I was right for all the good it did me. It was much worse than I expected but its now a regular part of chastising a sinful woman none the less.
Oh, didn't I tell you? The first time we met for one of these sessions after we graduated they declared that I was no longer just naughty and should be punished much more that any little girl could endure. By then we had a small collection of correction instruments and I had felt each one at one time or another and now I could expect a to spend a lot more time with them. I'm only half listening to them listing off what special treats they have in store for me tonight as I remember more bits and pieces of the old days.
That second time was, as I said, the turning point for us. I had shown that I could take and in fact wanted some pretty strong punishment and they had shown themselves quite capable of giving it. The surprising thing is that those roles didn't carry over into our everyday lives. Except for those special times every six weeks or so I was still their equal and they were still my good friends. The only notice given to our Beethoven nights was a soft pillow put on my chair for a few days afterwards. I continued to go on dates with other guys and had a pretty normal but otherwise boring sex life although I made sure to keep potential lovers at bay for a week or so and give any bruises and welts a chance to disappear.
I guess the first of those marks appeared during the third session when after I got two very long and hard spankings as a prelude they reminded me of my promise from the previous time so I allowed Jason to tie me to the couch and use a belt to finish the punishment portion. It was almost too much to bear but when you're gagged and tied down you don't have any choice. One thing it did was remove all inhibitions and resistance from me. I was still humiliated at the things they made me do but I did them without a moment's hesitation. They wanted to see me masturbate and use the vibrator in both holes and I gave them a show to remember. Vance and Ben wanted to try sex in the back door and I put the lubricant on them and guided them to the entrance. Of course, I asked for each extra warm-up spanking before they would actually deign to let me service them. They made me say the most vile things about myself and my craving for punishment and sex. In all ways, I was their complete and total sex slave to use and abuse as they saw fit.
Oh No! Jason has started pinching me where Vance was just talking about whipping me and it hurts. I give the second of what will be a long series of Ouches. He announces that he bought some spring clamps at the hardware store and thinks it would be a good idea if I wore them right where he's pinching again and Oh My Gosh it hurts. This is just what I need, another gem for their growing repertoire. He says it will keep me from getting bored while they take their coffee break. I'm left to wonder if that will be before or after they use that nasty little whip there. I am trying to ignore that thought so I'll go back to thinking about the good old days.
Oddly enough it didn't dawn on us that this was going to be a regular thing till the fourth time and Jason produced some very nice leather cuffs for my wrists and ankles as well as special gag shaped like a penis that did a better job of muffling my screams. He had bought them earlier and was waiting for me to play our tape of Beethoven's Eighth Symphony again so he could show them to us. They were much more comfortable than my old stockings especially when I was struggling to get out of the way of the belt which, by the way, made a return appearance later in the evening.
That opened to gates to new toys and gadgets. The next session Vance was happy to demonstrate the nipple clamps he brought. Of course, I was the model and they became a regular adornment thereafter. I don't have to wear them all night, Oh no, that wouldn't be half as much fun as putting them on and taking them off about six or seven times.
Lets see, after that came the leather paddle, then the large dildo that also served as a butt plug. Next came the riding crop or was that after one of them bought the hairbrush at a garage sale? It all gets a bit jumbled up but you get the idea. Wait! Well thank you Ben. He just reminded me I had agreed to a dozen strokes with the cane from each of them. I'm not looking forward to that one bit but that's the beauty of it. Once we get to the house I won't have any say in the matter. Hell, would you ride naked in the back seat of a car with two guys groping, grabbing, and describing the agonizing punishments they intend to inflict on you? Let's face it, I gave up any rights I had the minute they told me to use the bathroom in the restaurant. I'm turned on and can't wait for the first time one of them plows into me even though I know I'll go through a truly proper and very long punishment session first and can expect to be humiliated, disgraced, mortified, shamed and embarrassed in ways I can't even imagine both before, during, and after each bit of sexual pleasure.
When we were in college our normal routine was two very good hand spankings before I could take a break and be humiliated in some new and interesting fashion. This would last till I begged for the third spanking. Actually, that's too mild a word for what came next. I would walk to the couch or wherever else they wanted so I could be immobilized and gagged. Then whoever was number three would use one of the implements for a lengthy grand finale to phase one. I would be subject more spankings during the sex slave portion but they were all applied by hand. However, that kind of mild chastisement was for naughty little girls and not suitable for a woman like me. Now all three of them get to use whatever they want from the very start and I can expect a lot of tool enhanced discipline throughout the rest of the evening.
The symphony has ended and the garage door is closing behind us. I put my watch and extraneous jewelry into my purse and climb out. The car doors are locked and I won't see my clothes again until noon tomorrow. I've kept myself in pretty good shape so for the moment I'm proud to stand unclothed in front of my three best friends. In the morning they will join me in my nudity and I will have the attentions of three devoted lovers in a soft and comfortable bed. I hope this doesn't offend the sensibilities of anyone who thinks daytime sex is perverted but there will be a lot of it. Unfortunately, that is in the future and seems a lifetime away. I have to get through tonight first.
In a few moments the real humiliation will start as I make the formal declaration that I freely surrender all rights to my body and they may take what pleasures they may but must never forget that their main purpose is to punish me for my wanton and sinful ways. In spite of knowing that the torments they have described in the car are just part of the things they will do and no matter how hard I protest, they will take me far beyond what I think I can withstand, I will say those words but first I have one last item to remove and then I'll be as naked as the day I was born. Before I start begging them to violate the sanctity of my marriage vows and believe me, I will. I take off my wedding ring and hand it to my husband. He gives me a kiss I feel down to my toes. Then he joins the others to await my announcement.
Well, that's my story and here I am. Standing with absolutly nothing on and about to go into a house full of things designed to hurt with three men fully prepared to use them on me. I will have absolutely no control over the activities whether they be painful or sexual or most likely, both. What I might like or not like will not concern them in the slightest. That thought fills me with fear and excitement. All I have to do is give them permission to do with me as they will and my body will be theirs. The room is silent. In my normal life I'm a well respected school teacher and active in local politics. People know me as a bold and confident leader and would be shocked to see me now. For a fleeting moment I imagine the entire city council and all my students watching me from just beyond the shadows. My face turns red and the shame begins as I bow my head and once again say the words that seal my fate for the rest of the night.
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