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Darkness. (Parts 1+2).The last thing she saw was the kindly maid’s gentle but knowing smile. The blindfold was pulled down into place and tied as the final piece in the jigsaw, the scene was now set.The maid had opened the door to her when she had checked the address and finally plucked up the courage to raise the heavy brass door knocker announcing her arrival with a single resounding bang. She was questioned as to the password, ” First Time”, and was granted entrance to the impressive hallway. At the neat desk she paid the fee which was gratefully received and deposited in the drawer. The maid was a well maintained forty something that wore her outfit well, big hair, big breasts and long, fishnet adorned legs. Echoing as she followed the maid her high heels clicked their way impendingly on down to the last door. The maid drew back the thick bolts, top and bottom then raised the latch; the thick, studded door slowly creaked itself open. It was dark, jet black. Invited in she stepped through the threshold, all she saw was nothing, it was pitch black until the maid flicked the large metal switch which slowly ignited the yellowy limelight glow of a dim bulb. The first thing that became apparent was that this was not a room, merely a stone stairway down to the scarcely lit basement. With the maid’s encouragement she started to descend, step by step more of the cold, damp cellar came into view.A table, obviously set with various things, but all hidden by the black cloth under which it was cloaked; a hard-backed chair; and the centerpiece of course, the thing that drew her, the rack. It was the picture of it on the calling card that she had been delivered by a barman in a random bar in the city and the guy that had given it to him apparently just disappeared. She had only glimpsed the black card before quickly slipping it into her bag as she could see that it had sexual connotations. Since then, intrigued, she had studied the picture and scrutinized the text a thousand times.The rack was similar to a bedstead, inclined and fitted with enticingly open shackles at each corner. The words on the card read.. “The Mens Room”, in the top left corner, and “For You?” in the bottom right. On the reverse was a telephone number, the first three digits of which she had entered many times before pressing the red button and replacing the card and her phone in her purse.As the maid helped her to to undress she had insisted that all her clothing was removed. She had dressed in her finest lingerie along with lace topped stockings for the occasion, stripped of it all, naked, she had approached the rack and went to turn when the maid had quickly interjected that she was to lie face down. Supported only by the cold steel slats of the rack she placed her wrists and ankles into the shackles. The maid had clicked them shut locking them closed. She had then dragged the chair, it’s legs scr****g across to stone floor, to where, directly in front of the rack, it was adjusted to face her before finally pulling down the blindfold.Darkness.”All ok? Bye for now”. The maid left, her footstep climbing the steps to the top. The big heavy door thudded shut then the two bolts were slid across locking her in. The echoing of their locking soon drifted away and she was left in the cold deafening silence.She thought she heard something and held her breath, concentrating on the inaudible connection. She waited, thinking, imagining, her breath the only sound.Clunk, Clunk: Her worries that she had been just been left there were banished as the bolts undoing jolted her back to the stark reality of where she was and what she imagined was about to happen to her……. tbc.Part 2.The creaking door swung open then resoundingly banged shut again and was re-bolted. The silence returned, but no, she sensed someone, could she hear their breath, oh God her mind whirled. She inhaled deeply, analyzing the air then stopped her own halkalı escort respiration, concentrating her audible reception, but the heightened state of excitement drummed the rapid beating of her heart in her ears, bum bum, bum bum, bum bum,bum bum.A perceived touch on her back flinched her, recoiling from it pressing her breasts tight against the rack, then shifting her head to hear if someone was behind her she anticipated contact. Nothing. She exhaled. Then the focus point of her attention switched with a shock as she heard a chair-leg against the stone floor. She had heard no one come down the steps, had she heard the chair, it was as she breathed out after the intense listening, she listened again, hoping to not be alone.Now she could definitely hear footstep, but they were above in the long hall, and yes, definitely muted voices too. This was real not imagined, the dialogue and the footfalls ceased and the bolts slid open again, the latch clicked up and the heavy door once again groaned open. Two distinctly different persons entered, then again, the straining hinges sounded the closing of the all concealing door. The couple, she presumed, one in heavy boots and the other in heels like the maid, descended the stone stairway at different speeds, the female was first to the bottom while the man’s footsteps were deliberate, measured and much slower. She fought the urge to speak, should she say hello, introduce herself, this was not one of her corporate meetings, she wasn’t the boss, in charge, or even in control here.Her skin tingled as she sensed their approach, they circled the rack, she imagined them looking at her and her face flushed. She wished she was dressed, she’d made so much effort to look good for this but now felt truly stripped of her finery and vulnerable under their scrutiny. Her arms up and her legs spread apart was not a position she had seen herself in but she had enough confidence to know that whoever was there would be looking upon her as a suitable participant.She had a body that was fit to fuck but it hadn’t been exercised for so long, her work had for years made it impossible to have relationships and her high position restricted even one-night-stands. And now she was ready to take whatever this lead to wholeheartedly, abandoned to any reservations. The attention centered around the table where she could hear various sounds, the rattle of chains, the clatter and buzzing of motors along with the flexing of various canes and what sound like whips. It sounded like the couple were undressing, their shoes off, zippers down, one long one short, then clothing being thrown onto the table.She felt their arrival as each of her hands were gently caressed, both from in front and behind, she felt the man’s weight against her back and the woman’s breasts against her own and her breath against her face. Their cheeks touched, soft, smooth and warm, “let go”, she whispered into her ear. She had u*********sly held the woman’s hands feeling some sort of connection as the man had pressed her forwards forcing her tits through the slats to squash, sandwiched between them and against the woman’s. She stiffened her fingers and released her grip. The woman slowly stroked up her forearms around the elbows, then gently with all fingers in contact on up her upper arm , the man mirroring all actions behind her. His broad flat hands drew across her shoulders and stroked her neck under her hair. As before the movements were copied by the woman, her fingers travelling over her armpits and then slowly, lingeringly stretching the tight skin of her breasts until reaching the nipples. As she expertly circled them the man slowly reached round through the slats to cup her hanging breasts from underneath, his hands were big; big enough to support her tits and to be able to join the woman in fingering şişli escort her nipples that felt as if they might burst such was the intensity of ten digits rubbing, squeezing, stretching, flicking and tweaking. She held her breath before involuntarily letting out her first moan and as she opened her mouth in a gasp it was covered by the woman’s and filled by her deep probing tongue. She struggled to catch some air but returned the kiss feverishly, the injection of excitement instant as the man pressed himself against her and she felt his dick for the first time. He lifted her hair and began to kiss and suck her roughly about the neck and shoulders sending erotisized shivers down her back to her buttocks between which she could feel his semi-hard cock, it was already parting her cheeks as it was growing and trapped there pointing down it brushed the top of her inner thigh. So turned on by the prospect of this big cock inside her she tried to move herself to allow it entry, shackled outstretched she couldn’t, but she wanted it now. His touch was withdrawn, she groaned as the woman too momentarily ceased her attentions then with an electrifying suck the intense hard stiff nipple was enveloped in her mouth and in between the woman’s teeth, Oh God now the other one too, he was now also in front of the rack with the woman. Her breasts felt achingly heavy tipped by fiery nipples burning with every flick, lick and suck that their voracious tongues delivered, she began to whimper as the wave of an orgasm pulsed in her core, she let herself go and started to cry at the joy and the pain and the pleasure. She never came without penetration and even then it wasn’t guaranteed. This was so different for her, deep within her where she realised it had always been, now released with expectation. A vibration spread across her tummy where it pressed against the rack, it quickly centralising as two noisy vibrators met in the middle over her belly-button. It was mild and soothed her as she recovered her composure and got air into her lungs after the exhausting panting during her prolonged multiple climax; again another amazing first for her. She concentrated to the noise, the chair, did it just move, the interference from the vibrating rack deceiving her. Desperately seeking guidance her mind invented movement, perceived or actual it culminated in a simultaneous silence, the buzzing metallic vibrations stopped and the air was still.The only sound in the dungeon was again her own deep controlled breathing, she listen hard, to herself and for an indication as to what was going on outside the blindfold.Nothing again, she felt her heart-rate increasing and struggled to control her rapidly shallowing respiration. Hands and feet tingling and stomach churning from the anticipation and the hope and need for it not be over, she found herself trembling. Unannounced and shockingly simultaneously both her nipples were sucked into wet tit-hungry mouths and the two large, blunt, immensely powerful vibrators powered up on either side of her wide open gash. The intensity and speed of the tit and pussy attack made her recoil, jerking her sensitized bits backwards where they met with blunt resistance. She screamed at the presence behind her. There were three in there with her, the chair had moved, they had been watching before joining in her treatment. The blunt resistance she felt behind now imposed between her legs, a fat hot knob gouged up her slit when her muscles flexed against it’s entry. Pressed hard against the rack, a hand from the front on each buttock holding her forwards, a stiff vigorous tongue darted and flicked at her erect and protruding clitoris as she was slowly but undeniably penetrated by the man behind her. She again held her breath as what seemed like a never ending cock stretched her entrance and folded her pink swollen lips inwards with sarıyer escort it as he drove it deeper into her open, and now dripping, pussy. She wanted that cock now and began to beg, ” fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”. He withdrew his steaming cock to the bulging helmet then thrust it back inside her. In front of her the pair worked together, jointly licking, sucking and fingering her nipples, tits and clit overloading all her sensations, and as more and more length of his thick hard shaft slid inside her so she lost all control of her body, now given over to her desire. He withdrew it again to the end then drove it hard into her. “Do it, do it, FUUUUUUUUUCK ME E E E !”. Her words were broken up by his deep well timed lunges. Her pubis throbbed aching as it was again given the attention of the big vibrators and as she hyperventilated her whole body shook in a violent orgasm. None of the protagonists faltered and kept to their task as all her senses merged into one very long beautiful trip to the edge of reality , it went on and on, all sorts of thoughts and feeling fleeting through her head as everything got faster and harder. Two hands worked her clit mercilessly, she felt her boobs heavy as her nipples were pulled hard and the big cock buried further into her to it’s deepest thrust sending her into ecstasy as his hot cum jetted against her cervix, she let go, “AAAAAAAAAAAA A A AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! She tensed not knowing what her body was doing and squirted, the hot ejaculate burning as it ran down the insides of her thighs, She was shocked but as the softening cock slipped from her pussy she felt it again, and pushing herself against the rack she consciously squeezed inside as the orgasm rose again. She felt the tongues of the pair in front of her lapping at her juices as she gushed freely, “ooing” with each squirt. Again she had never experienced squirting and her mind pondered what she had been missing. The group dressed leaving her to calm down, her hearing akin to even their clothing, there was also some clunking and sounds of the table being cleared. The footsteps resumed and the couple made their way towards the stairs then unexpectedly she felt a hand under her pussy, the long slender fingers slipped into her wet, open, cum and squirt drenched hole, then they were in her mouth. She could smell herself on the hand and duly licked then sucked the intoxicatingly salty fingers. She savoured the taste on her dry tongue.She heard the bolts and the door open, the couple ascended step by step, again her more quickly than him, they faintly disappeared down the hall and all was silent.Whether she had slept or was daydreaming she was alerted by the maid’s soft voice, “All ok then”. She blinked as her eyes strained to focus when the blindfold was removed. She looked at the empty chair as the maid unlocked her aching shackled limbs, it was exactly where it was at the start. Clean towels and a washing bowl sat on the table, a mirror and a hair brush, her folded, earlier discarded clothes were also on there. She steadied herself and took the few steps to the table, the maid brought the chair over for her, “thank you”, She sat and looked at herself in the mirror. The maid caught her eye in the reflection, “it is you”. The maid left her to wash and dress saying to be sure she was ready to leave before attempting the stairs. Apart for her own noise it was again silent, splashes as the water rinsed her tired legs, the click of her heels as she put on her shoes, even the zip on her dress sounded magnified in the still dungeon. She stared into the depths of her own eyes while brushing her hair. She stood, cleared her throat, straightened herself in the the mirror then leaned forwards one last time to confront her own gaze, to scrutinise. For a minute she looked directly into herself before smiling and planting a lingering kiss on her reflection. She slowly climbed the steps, looked back briefly before switching off the light then clicked her way confidently up the hall toward the front door, the maid opened it for her, and she stepped out. She walked anonymously up the road until she hailed a taxi. “where to Lady?”,asked the cabbie. “A bar”, she requested! .NOBBY0007xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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