A Passion for Bondage 3

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A Passion for Bondage 3: Vicky’s Story Part 3

Book Three of a Series

The adventures of Vicky continue.  Aided by her friend John, a rope bondage expert, the young woman continues in her quest for more and greater thrills in B&D.  This search turns to her offering herself, bound and gagged for strangers to spank her bare bottom.  She enjoyed that but wanted more.  In unbelievably tight ropes and horridly contorted bondage, she becomes a display for people at a B&D club party.  Her quest is for more intense helplessness and excitement, no matter how painful that may be.

Word Count = 47,000

Chapter II

Visitors

Well, he was a bastard for getting me so excited then denying me the ultimate pleasure of a good orgasm.  And that spanking…  Well, truth is, the spanking almost finished the task he had abandoned.  Pain, even the relatively mild pain of a spanking, can be very erotic and stimulating.  If he had kept it up just a little longer…

As it was, my initial anger faded quickly away, replaced by a funny sort of gratitude.  He had done what I wanted.  He had helped me feel really helpless.  And, even when the orgasm is denied, the buildup is pretty good.  On the whole, I would have to rate that encounter on the plus side.

For a while, I lie on the floor, still tightly bound and gagged and hooded.  As I waited to see what fate would dish up for me next, I wondered what color light he had left at the door.  A green light would invite people in, which was fine with me.  Likewise, no light would eventually have someone come, if only to use the room for themselves.  But a red light, that would keep people out, thinking that there was some of activity going on that demanded privacy.  In that case, I might spend a very long time in there with no visitors.

Yelling would do me no good.  John had told me that these rooms were soundproof.  I would just have to lie there and wait.

Fortunately my wait was not too long.  I heard the door open, followed by a woman’s surprised voice.

“Brad, I though you said this room was empty,” her voice said.

“The light was not on.  Should have been.”  He sounded puzzled but also distracted.  Apparently the distraction was my nearly naked and nicely tied body on the floor.  I could feel that my ultra short skirt was still bunched up around my hips, and was certain that my pussy was in full view.

“We can get another room,” the female voice said.

I felt male hands testing the ropes and the hood.  “No need to.  She’s not going to interfere with our little game.  Hell, she won’t even be able to see us!”

“Oh, Brad!  You can’t mean that.”  She sounded sincerely distressed that there might be a witness, no matter in what condition.

I move a little, just to show them that I couldn’t do much of anything.  And I moaned a little to show them that I was gagged under that leather hood.

“Brad, what are you doing?” came her voice.  “Don’t you dare.  No, Brad!”

Her voice rose in volume but became garbled.  It sounded as if a gag was being pushed into her mouth.  I had to wonder if she was tied and unable to prevent that.  Probably.  For that point on, the only sounds from her were what came from around a ball gag.  Then there were other sounds that allowed me to basically follow the action.

But first, I was picked up and moved to a corner of the room.  Just getting me out of the way.  From the next sounds, I figured he had placed the woman on the bed.  She protested and it seemed to me I heard the sound of her struggling on the bed.  That, I was pretty sure, was because he was tying her feet to the bottom corners of the bed.  From that point on, her noises slowly turned from protests to pleasure.  It was easy to figure that he was doing things to her body, which I imagined was naked or nearly so.  At the very least, it was available for his hands to stimulate the best parts.

That went on for while with her moans increasing in volume.  Eventually, I heard the bed springs creaking and was pretty sure he was on top of her and pumping away.  Other sounds reinforced that belief.

The bouncing on the mattress went on for quite a while.  Apparently he was endowed with considerable stamina and the ability to not come too quickly.  Lucky woman!

Eventually grunting and extra loud moans from her told me that the act had come to a climax.  (Pun intended.)

For a while I heard nothing but heavy breathing.  But after they recovered, there were bed spring sounds and the return of her voice.

“Oh, Brad!  That was great!” she cooed.  A little while later, after, I believe he had untied her from the bed, she said, “What are you going to do about her?”

“Nothing,” Brad said.  “We’ll just leave her as we found her.”

“You know, Brad, it was kind of exciting to have another woman watching.”

“She couldn’t see anything,” he corrected.

“You know what I mean.  She was there, and I think she knows what we did.  Don’t you, sweetie?”

I did not answer at first.  Then I nodded.

The woman went on, “Maybe we should consider letting others watch.  Might be fun.”

“Like that handsome dude you were trying to get close to in the main room?”

“Well, that ‘dude’ was pretty damned good looking,” she said.  “Anyway, you were the one who picked this room.  We could have used one that was really empty.”

Brad said nothing.  I imagined he was grinning.  Maybe knowing that there was a good looking woman, helpless but knowing that they were fucking, was a turn on for him too.

The last thing I heard before the door closed again, was the woman saying, “Are you going to keep my arms tied all night?  They hurt.”

I almost chuckled in the hood.  I would be looking at all the couples out there and wondering which man was Brad.

Now you might think that I was put off by what happened.  Not so!  I found it very exciting.  It certainly made me feel very helpless.  And it definitely increased the heat down between my legs.  Having a woman being fucked only a few feet away, while I was damned hot and horny, was exciting and frustrating at the same time.  It was a temptation to make noises or in some way let him know that I would like the same treatment.

But I didn’t.  I was still not quite ready to have sex with a man I couldn’t even see. At least that was what I told myself.  Some people would suggest that I was not acting that way.  Although the idea of having him screw me while his wife, also helpless, watched on sounded really hot.