Content Advisory: Contains scenes of bondage, ménage, spanking and submission.
Excerpt from 'Normal' by Rudy Kiddell
In the centre of the living area was a low table; squat, square and strong enough for its purpose—for her. Rings and cleats studded its legs and base telling anyone that knew of its many uses. Around it smaller occasional tables held an array of tools and toys that could be used for her pleasure and her pain. The barely subsided heat of her orgasm flared again. She was certain this was going to be a very enjoyable afternoon.
Alain turned to her. “Remove your dress and kneel on the table.”
She did as she was bid and Madame fastened her play collar around her neck.
A harness was looped over her limbs, leather and rings delineating erogenous zones. Deft hands had her wrists cuffed and her ankles tied to the four corners of the table. With her limbs spread open a little wider than was naturally comfortable, she tilted her hips presenting her glistening cunt to her audience.
She opened her mouth for the ball gag and felt the coolness of lube on her arse and the hard filling of it with a metal plug she had noticed earlier.
Her cunt was next, lips spread and her soft wetness filled with a large vibrator, secured to her harness and set to pulse deep inside her.
With her limited view she was aware that Madame had backed away during Alain’s preparation of her and was now seated as voyeur to the scene. Alain joined Madame, pouring drinks from a ready prepared decanter.
The vibrator moved inside her, rippling her muscles and nerves with pleasure.
“My pet,” Madame said, “you may come whenever you wish, as often as you wish. We will enjoy watching you and enjoy playing with you as you do so. Do not hold back, Alain has heard much of your ability. I would like you to dedicate your every orgasm to him today.”
Before Madame had finished the first sentence Eddie had given herself over to the toy working at her insides. Her vagina spasmed around it, her body rocked back and forth in her binds. She mewled against the ball gag and lost herself to the joy of her orgasm.
Sweat beaded across Eddie’s body as her cum seeped out and coated her inner thighs. Alain approached her, naked now. Hard and twitching, almost in time to Eddie’s gasping breaths, his cock responded automatically to the heaving woman in front of him. He removed the vibrator, positioned himself behind her and rammed into her cunt, pulling against her as he pushed in.
At the first feel of her hot, wet clutch, he growled and rolled his head back, rocking on his feet, ball-deep inside of her, giving her small, forceful thrusts as if he could open her wider with each movement. The pulsing of wetness increased around him, slickness coated him as her body responded to his cock.
Holding himself deep in her, pulling hard against the straps around her body, he reached a hand around and found her clit.
As yet untouched, but swollen with need, his feather-light stoke exploded Eddie’s nerves. Immobilised, she wanted to push onto the fingers, chase the pleasure of them with her clit but she had to wait. Closing her eyes, trying to find some focus, she slowed her breathing in an attempt to manage her body’s response.
The second touch, a whisper, barely a fingerprint on her clit, a delicious contrast to the swollen hardness filling her cunt. She was coming again, she knew it and gave herself over to it.
As he felt the change in her body, the tension of her lust overtake her reason, he changed his pace. Still grinding deep in her, his fingers now rubbed, pinched and tortured her clit until at the eddying climax of her orgasm he pulled out of her and started the hard fast fucking of her. Both hands twined in the leather braids, giving purchase to him while constraining her. He rode her, imagining her as some feral body to be tamed by him.
His change of pace forced her on again, she stopped trying to think and allowed her body to just respond. Do as it would, as it was done to. Through the quivering haze in her head a thought registered:
This fucking feels good.
Alain had a touch that sparked her beyond the compulsion of obedience and the training of her pleasure response. The thought flickered and was swamped by another wave of lust that forced her to bite down and rock back to follow it. Even as he pulled fully out of her, she continued to sway back and forth as the tide of the orgasms slipped away.
Her cunt felt hollowed out by the force of him and the sudden emptiness.
He moved around her and unclipped the drool-covered ball from her mouth.
She could smell herself on him, see her juice clinging to his cock and spread over his flesh.
“Clean me.”
She had barely gasped breath when he placed his cockhead at her lips. She reached out with her tongue and circled around him, feeling the smoothness of the head, the opening, the flare of him that dipped away to the thick veined shaft. Her cum tasted sweet and slightly sour mixed with his musk and the salt of his sweat. She lapped eagerly, up and down, around his balls. Meticulous in her attention, removing one wetness to cover with another.
His hands reached into her hair, pushed her head back. “Open.”
“Madame, would you care to join me?”
The warm hands on her bottom, the clench of the strong fingers, nails dragging over her tight cheeks, had her rocking back even as she was held fast by her hair and nailed in place by Alain hilted deep in her throat.
The slap landed on her arse, the flat of Mistress’s hand stinging and heating her blood further. One, two, three cursory strikes of her glutes before Madame swiped hard at the sticky cunt, then the clit. Each stroke harder than the last making the flesh sing and throb.
Teetering on the edge of orgasm again, Madame’s fingers slowly pushed into her and rhythmically fucked her. Alain followed Madame’s pace. In and out, mouth and cunt; filled and furrowed.
No thoughts now, just the deep reaming of her body.
“Come for me, my pet, come for me now.”
Those words always worked on her, took over her will. The orgasms that they delivered were her most intense, but today, bound and full in every orifice Eddie could do little except allow her body to react, open her mouth as wide as possible and moan even as Alain stifled her voice with his cock.
“Are you ready, Alain?”
Her mistress’s question must have received an affirmative nod or voice of some sort, not that Eddie was aware of much, the rituals with Madame and the glorious pounding of her body had brought her to a trance-like state,
“Come again, now.”
There had been barely a cock-stroke between the last orgasm and this next command, but her body did as it must. At the same time, Alain’s strong hands pulled her head to his warm belly, the musky scent of him filling her nose just as his salty cum filled her mouth, spurt after spurt pulsing against the back of her throat.
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