The following story is a true tale written as a collaboration between BOFH666, totally_evil and MorningAngel. BOFH’s sections are in black, totally_evil's are in red and Angel’s are in a rather fetching purple. Be warned contained within are scenes of tickling, domination and S&M (and various other things in between), if you would prefer not to read such things, turn back now. For the rest of you, enjoy.
Sunday
Time’s a funny thing, sometimes it can race past at a million miles an hour or it can crawl like a snail. And then sometimes it does both at once like today. The last two hours have crawled by ever since Angel walked out the door to meet totally_evil downtown. I can hear every beat of my heart clearly, the clock runs at about a tenth of the speed it should and even the TV seems to be adding extra adverts to each break. And yet if I look away for just a second minutes fly by.
Among the stream of people pouring out of the train and spilling into Paddington station she appeared, to my excitement and relief. Train stations are awful places to begin a weekend of erotic torment and play. In such a public place, a look has to say everything. As totally_evil walked up to me I hope she saw what I saw reflected in her blue eyes – anticipation, nervousness and not a little arousal. She looked better than I’ve ever seen her, not because she wore makeup this time, but because of the glimmer in her eyes and her broad grin spreading over her face as we got on the underground and started talking about the next 48 hours. The torments we would inflict on my eager husband. The hours of tickling that would inevitably result from being in the same flat for two days. The possibilities, tantalisingly hinted at before today, of kissing, touching, teasing, pleasuring each other….
The phone rings and I almost hit the ceiling. They’re only about ten minutes away, time to get ready..
The atmosphere changes as soon as totally_evil and I enter the flat and see my love obediently waiting for us. He is forced to turn around, he can only imagine the eagerness with which I see totally_evil put a square of chocolate in her mouth, and lean in towards me, inviting me to take it into mine….
Shaking with anticipation I wait as ordered in the living room. On each sole a simple message for Ma’am, the chocolate They requested ready on a small plate just taken from the fridge to try and prevent it melting and the cock ring wrapped as tightly as possible around my dick. Waiting, fully clothed but knowing that probably won’t last long, every sense strained to the point where I think I hear the lift starting to move and definitely here it open on our floor. The fall of footsteps, two pairs getting closer and closer. The scrape of a key in the lock and the almost complete silence as the door swings open...
My arse burns from the first discipline session of the weekend as I move to lie face down on the bed. A hand touches between my shoulders and I gasp as the chill of the ice cube races through me. It almost burns as it traces down my flesh leaving pools of cold water in its wake. So intense is the sensation I don’t notice the additional pain until the third drop of wax hits my legs. That’s almost manageable until She lets it fall on those areas that had recently felt hand, flogger and paddle and then it really does begin to hurt. The wax carries on upwards, the ice down, crossing over at the small of my back and the sensations of cold and heat magnifying as they meet each other.
Lying on the floor in front of the couch, two pairs of feet pressing down upon me. One pair moves as my love stands and heads out of the room, the other moves down insistently towards my mouth. I open my lips and suck Her toes into my waiting embrace, tongue dancing across her soles, kissing, licking, lapping and worshipping with increasing enthusiasm. I hear Her moan and wonder what my love is doing to cause such a reaction. I cannot see more than Her feet and legs from my position but manage to glance across the floor to where my love must be standing. The space is empty, I realise it’s my ministrations that are causing Her reaction and I delight in the knowledge that She enjoys my efforts.
Sitting on the couch, trapped between two beautiful and barely clothed women, their legs pressed against me as they play with my body. Over and over again their hands dive in, teasing, tormenting and above all else tickling me into insanity. My head shakes, noises that make no sense escaping my throat as I look for an escape all the while knowing I’d rather tear off my own arm than move from this spot. Fantasy images all, dancing before closed eyes and teasing me even as I try and recover from the reality that made each and every one flesh, one endless landscape of dreams that roll by endlessly as if there is no end to them.
Monday
The persistent electronic beeping of the alarm clock chases away the comforting blackness of sleep about ten hours too early for my taste. It surely can’t be nine in the morning already? Oh yes it can, I guess that’s what happens when you don’t finish a session until four.... The bed shifts as Angel gets up and heads into the living room to take care of the boring, real life business of the day and for a long, luxurious moment I sprawl out over the whole bed taking stock of my physical condition after the day before. On the whole, much better than I thought it’d be, tired as hell with a slightly stiff shoulder, sore back and slightly cramped-up leg but other than that everything seems to be working and still attached... I hear movement from the room next door so all three of us are up and about, albeit without a working brain between us at that precise moment.
Such an effort to will myself out of bed, to try to ignore, even for 5 minutes, the fact that beside me lay the love of my life, gently stirring from a sleep agonisingly earned, wincing slightly as he rolled over and felt the lingering pain on his backside from his mistress’s punishments the day before. So strong, he had been, it took my breath away. I could hardly believe what he had put himself through, what I had helped put him through, and what an erotic sight it had been to hear him cry out, to hear him begging Ma’am and I for mercy, to see his ass burn red from her smacks, and to see his eyes bulge as Ma’am tickled his feet to the limit of his endurance. I also had to ignore the fact that Ma’am was still here, only a wall away, slowly waking, while I reluctantly made a brief return to the real world….
I wake up, immediately noticing the huge collection of DVD’s before I remember the night before. I try to get details from my tired brain but everything is slightly fuzzier than I’d like. Then I hear slight sounds from the other room then a door opening and a very loud phone being dialed.
First order of business, showers for all! Thank god we’ve got a decent boiler in this place as we burn through almost an hour solid of hot water. I manage to sneak in first before the bathroom becomes a sauna and try to ease my muscles as best I can under the jets. First time in months I wish we still had the adjustable shower head as I could really have gone for the massage setting right now.
Out of the shower and dressed it seems almost odd to be talking about real world stuff. Breakfast is suggested and the stampede for the door shows it’s a good suggestion, Soon enough we’re sitting down in a local Weatherspoons shoveling calories down as fast as our arms can move fork and knife. Not that I’m worried, something tells me we’ll burn them off pretty damn soon. It’s an odd conversation that flows around the chomping of bacon, sausage, hash browns and toast, surging from what to do with the rest of the day to discussing the previous nights activities in hushed voices to general debates over S&M in even more hushed voices out of respect for fellow customers. Eventually a decision is made to take in a movie (Iron Man, well recommended and the perfect response to a mad day and night of S&M and tickling) then see how we feel.
After a much needed shower, breakfast was duly suggested and received. I will second BOFH’s opinion of Iron Man. GO SEE IT IF YOU POSSIBLY CAN!!!
Turns out we feel like going back home and recovering a little more. Thoughts briefly turn to food and even more briefly to getting something from a supermarket on the way back but common sense prevails and an early dinner is soon winding its way to the flat strapped to the back of the trusty pizza delivery bloke’s moped. I swear they have the route to our place memorized by now...
Anyway, you’re not reading this for a detailed description of pizza eating are you? No, you’re all waiting for the sick and filthy details to spill across the page like so much... actually, I’ll stop that line there as it can’t go anywhere good. So, yes, to the more interesting part of the evening.
As welcome as a shower was after all that had happened the day before, I rushed through it, impatient to return to them and to make plans for today. The break that breakfast and a movie provide are just rest enough so that I’m buzzing by the time we’ve gotten back to the flat, had some pizza and settled down on the couches, when my husband promptly fell asleep….
I honestly can’t remember how it started but that might have been because I was dead at the time. Well, okay, not dead but sleeping anyway. Just curled up comfortably on one of the sofas, not bothering a soul when these two evil, nasty and dare I say cruel ladies decide to tickle the crap out of me. For no reason whatsoever other than I was there! Sometimes life really can be... what’s the word... terrible? No, not terrible, the other one... ah yes, wonderful, that’s it!
Anyway, after pizza BOFH (bless his little heart) decided to take a snooze while Angel and I were talking about God knows what before we decided that if we weren’t going to sleep, he damn well wasn’t either. It was pretty easy to wake him up, and low and behold – another way to get his shields down. I pounced on his feet as Angel went for the sides as he struggled valiantly but uselessly against us.
To be fair, I began with gentle tickling. He looked so relaxed it would have been downright cruel of me to shock him back into consciousness. I left that to Ma’am, who attacked his feet with savage and beautiful delight. I looked down at my husband’s dancing flesh beneath my fingers, the desperate jerks of his feet trying in vain to evade totally_evil’s touch, the look of joyful agony on his face as we tickled him awake, and I grinned. Life was good. That feeling was reinforced as my love and I teamed up on totally_evil. He was more strategic, planting devastating raspberries on her belly, while I didn’t care where I tickled – back, neck, feet, ribs, tummy, everywhere produced the cutest sounds and squirms.
Angel had my arms and body, totally_evil went right for my legs and, worse, feet. I sort of woke up about half a second before they pounced (my spidey sense must need tuning) so at least I didn’t levitate to the ceiling at the first touch but after that it just become a mad tickle fight. I don’t tend to howl or yell with laughter, it’s more swearing and fighting for freedom, but I was making enough noise that they knew they were winning. Well, that and the frantic kicking of the legs as totally_evil kept scrabbling away at my bloody (not literally) feet. Figuring defence was the best form of attack I manage to twist an arm free and goose Angel enough to get the other arm moving, then bend enough to get hands on totally_evil.
The one advantage I did have is that totally_evil may be a vicious, cruel and downright sadistic individual but she’s horribly ticklish and in a tickle fight prefers to leap about four feet backwards rather than take a shot and look for a target of her own. Well, either that or break your wrist and keep on going but thankfully for me she took option one.That kind of set the tone really, with Angel and me going after each other as I tried to keep totally_evil either distant enough to not be a threat or distract her with Angel in a tempting position. Cursing and begging ensued and for a while it was two on one with Angel wriggling and writhing on the floor as we worked over her ribs armpits, stomach, thighs, hips, feet, neck and ears. Eternal vengeance was promised, as were things more tempting (though, obviously not tempting enough). She looked fantastic like that, almost helpless but still with fight in her, dark hair lashing around as she wriggled, an endless stream of cute squeaks and giggles streaming from her. I could have stayed there for hours just watching.
Yes, I kept leaping backwards much to the delight of a beleaguered BOFH (probably because that meant only 10 fingers taunting his sides). Angel was certainly a good target when BOFH maneuvered her to be between him and me, and as she was my preferred target I just had to take that opportunity. In my excitement to get to Angel’s worst spots I had circled my way round into the line of fire.
And yet... and yet.... totally_evil’s feet were right there, sock covered but right there. There’d be time enough later for Angel, right now I wanted revenge. Or possibly a pre-emptive strike. Hell, I just wanted to hear totally_evil beg, that was more than enough motivation. I dove over, grabbed her feet and dug in. She screeched and jumped backwards but, unfortunately for her, she started from her knees so didn’t really get very far. I followed and before long was standing over her as she curled over on the floor into the fetal position, hands digging into her sides. She scrambled back to her feet and I grabbed both arms, pushing her back to the sofa. We collapsed on to it and Angel joined in, grabbing whatever she could from whoever was nearest.
I knew there was no way I was getting out of a torturous tickling the moment I tried to run from a kneeling start, so instead I concentrated on trying to not knock someone out by accident. Of course this left me vulnerable to 20 vengeful fingers attached to two inventive 'lers. Then I made a major mistake: I broke free and ran towards the sofa near the exit.
Calling on all the composure I had, plus many years of being an Annoying Bastard at gatherings, I pushed away any ticklish sensations, stuck them in a little box at the back of my mind and threw away the key. totally_evil suddenly lunged forward and I went down under her, my face in her armpit. Thankfully she’s very light so it was an easy matter to move just a little bit, wrap an arm around her and hold her close. Angel realised which was the easier option and focused all her attentions on totally_evil as I diverted mine between tickling her and avoiding getting smacked somewhere sensitive by her random blows.
Her squirming was intoxicating but it was also working against her. Pretty soon she’d squirmed up so that she was actually lying across my lap, the small of her back on my thighs. I slipped an arm under her and could turn her pretty much any way I chose. Turning her towards me I let Angel tickle her back, a notoriously bad spot on this pretty young thing, and almost got punched in the head for my troubles. I moved my head and trapped her arm behind my neck, turned her right side up, leant down and blew a raspberry straight onto her exposed stomach. The resulting contraction almost broke my arms as I tried to hold her and I had to lift my head to get a better view of what I was doing. The scream wasn’t too bad either and for a moment I waited for my eardrum to fall out. When it didn’t I leant down and tried to plant another raspberry on her soft skin but was impeded by two hands trying to turn my head into a much smaller and more compact shape. Apparently the blowing of raspberries is not particularly high on the list of things totally_evil can comfortably take...
I was screaming and squirming in an effort to get away before the Bastard started blowing raspberries on my belly button, afterwards I have no recollection of what was done except that my feet were pulsing sensations to stab through the general torture of having my sides squeezed. Only to be punctuated with BOFH's attempts to blow more raspberries.
Angel saw what was going on and, never one to pass up an opportunity, sat across totally_evil's legs to pin her down. Fingers gliding over denim-clad thighs and now-bare feet she summoned a great rolling mix of laughter and shrieks as totally_evil's blonde hair whipped around. And yet I couldn’t rest until I’d managed to land just one more ticklish blow on that flat stomach. Again the hands reached out to stop me but I forced them down, using the extra weight and strength I had to my advantage. It was an epic fight, one for the ages really even if the total distance travelled was probably measured in inches, but finally I was close enough. One last push and a thhhppppppppp later and I figured it was time to try and gracefully untangle myself before I was, you know, killed.
No sooner had I done so than Angel somehow found herself on the sofa, totally_evil straddling her and a look of revenge in her eyes. I grabbed Angels wrists and pulled her arms above her head, sitting down on the floor with my feet tucked well out of harms way to watch the show. totally_evil didn’t waste any time, fingers flying to all of Angels worst spots one after the other. It was all I could do to restrain her, my grip not helped by the sweat pouring from both of us by now. What a sight it was though, totally_evil's slim body pinning down Angels curves, light hair almost glowing in the light as Angel’s dark strands whipped around her face. This was the stuff fantasies are made of, a best-selling porn movie come to life in my own living room with a good friend and my darling wife in the lead roles. It was getting warmer by the minute and as I leant forward slightly for a better look... the phone rang!
I fully expected Ma’am to take her revenge on the one making the thhhppppppppps, so imagine my surprise when I found myself lying face-up on the sofa, my husband holding my arms tight above my head, and a tiny domme sitting on my legs, about to tickle me insane. It just wasn’t fair – it was wonderful. Stretched out with all my worst spots literally at totally_evil’s fingertips, in no mental or physical state to protect myself, my defenses fell away in seconds. I shrieked at a touch on my hip that would normally get a small squeak, roared at a rib squeeze that would normally elicit only a gasp.
Now there was no way I was letting Angel walk out of this without being properly molested, especially when the gorgeous woman decided to lounge on the couch. I just couldn't resist the obvious targets of her feet, sides and yes! Even her underarms exposed to our ministrations. The only natural place to sit was on her hips, feeling her squirming desperately under me as her squeaks got higher, a note of pleading entwining through the delicious sound as BOFH held her arms away for me.
I was trying to decide whether kissing Angel would be a good thing, or whether it would result in my picking up my teeth due to an unfortunate thrashing when the phone rang. All activity stopped as the shrill insistent tones rang through the suddenly silent room before BOFH had the presence of mind to pick up, then I knew I had my perfect chance to taste the sweetness on the lips of the goddess writhing below me and taunt her husband at the same time.
I couldn’t believe it but thankfully it was right by me so, with a little juggling of wrists, I managed to snag it and answer. A long time friend said hello and I knew I really should take it. Reluctantly I let go of Angel’s arms and stood up. Almost immediately, and even now I don’t know who made the first move, Angel and totally_evil were locked in an embrace, their mouths working in a hungry kiss. Swallowing hard I resolved to make the call as quick as possible and dashed to the nearest available room...
Dashing back about twenty minutes later I expected to find either a giggling Angel, a giggling totally_evil, a giggling Angel and a giggling totally_evil, the pair of them sitting on the sofa (the lazy sods), a Angel nursing a broken wrist after causing a giggling totally_evil or, possibly a badly planned surprise attack. What I hadn’t expected was to find Angel had lost her skirt and top and to be lying on the sofa in only her underwear, breasts spilling out of her bra as totally_evil worked magic by fluttering fingers against panties but that’s exactly what met my eyes as I rounded the door frame.
I’m trying to describe exactly how I felt at that moment but it’s a little tricky dear readers. I may, however, be able to give you instructions to simulate the effect in your own homes. Place a phone-shaped object in one hand, a phone is perfect for this. Run about a bit until you’re short of breath and slightly sweaty. Now find an outside wall, lower your head and run full tilt into it. After impact there will be a short time between the thud and you dropping down dead where a delightful numbness spreads through your body and your brain celebrates the five brain cells remaining to it by defaulting to fire bad, tree pretty levels of reasoning. This is more-or-less the same state I was in as I saw my wife and our good friend moving from top shelf magazine territory to banned-in-Britain-but-available-in-Holland porn.
Back tracking slightly to the time when BOFH was taking the phone call:
We left just as Angel and I started to get less giggly and more intimate. After the lovely man disappeared off into another room I broke the kiss and smiled down at my victim before running my fingers gently over her exposed skin, pulling her top up in the process. My mouth sort out hers again as my fingers caressed her amazingly smooth skin before digging in. I felt her giggle into my mouth before I pulled away to get a better look at my gorgeous victim.
Ever so slowly I moved down her body my fingers trailing before jumping to her feet as I climbed off her to keel by the end of the sofa. My lips caress the tips of her toes before they slide down her largest toe, sucking and my teeth gently rubbing over her soft feet. My attentions change to her other toes and her soles as she starts to moan. Her compliments wash over me as I concentrate on those fantastic feet.
After long minutes I get bored and decide to investigate higher up. Her thighs are surprisingly soft as I kiss up them, my fingers working upwards to massage her breasts. My lips got to the top of her shorts before shifting upwards as I draw out one of Angel's full breasts: my lips encircling the nipple as my teeth gently tug on them teasing moans from her parted lips, her face glowing with pleasure. One hand creeps down again to rub through her shorts as she draws in breath at the unexpected touch.
As the fog cleared I slammed the phone back into the cradle so hard I thought it may have cracked and raced to kneel besides my beautiful wife. She was almost glowing with the attention, and well she may as totally_evil cut an impressive figure looming above her. There’s something special about seeing slight women take charge of a situation and she’d done so with an expert grace that was spectacular to behold. Actually, I have no idea if that’s true as I wasn’t in the room. For all I know she bashed her over the head with a brick, but I prefer my version of events. If you want accuracy go and read their version, ‘kay?
The harsh ring of the phone took my love away, just as Ma’am brought her lips to mine. While my husband was on the phone totally_evil put her talented mouth to work all over my body, finally stopping at my breasts. By now, I’d been tickled and teased wild. I was losing control so fast it took me a moment to notice that totally_evil had slipped a hand down and was gently teasing me over my shorts, making good on an offer made days ago that seemed too good to be true. Hardly daring to form the words I meekly suggested that Ma’am could take off my shorts, and found her happy to oblige. With only my panties as a barrier to her skilled fingers, I knew it wouldn’t be long. It was all I could do to hold on until my love returned to the room, wanting more than anything for him to be there to help totally_evil take me over the edge. Once he’d picked up his jaw, he was at my side, my arms needing no restraining to stay above my head now. They were teasing, sucking, tickling, and I came, laughing and crying in ecstasy.
Of course I couldn’t resist joining in so started running my hands down Angel’s arms and swirling round her armpits. My head lowered and my lips took an exposed nipple into my mouth. For a moment nothing else in the world existed but her so I was surprised as a head of blonde hair slid into view as totally_evil joined me at the Angel bar for a good slurp on her other breast. We worked together for a minute or two then split off, her hands constantly working at Angels panties, the groans and laughter both growing in intensity until she rushed over the edge, arms and legs tense and shivering under our combined touch. As she tumbled over the edge I glanced back at totally_evil and learnt a valuable lesson which I shall pass on here to any who are lucky enough to find themselves in such a situation. Find the time for that glance because the look on a dom’s face in that situation is more intense and erotic than a thousand video clips. It’ll also let you know how much trouble you’re really in.
How could I resist joining BOFH at the breasts when there was a wonderful globe in dire need of some attention. The power of being able to make someone descend into ecstasy or hold them on the edge indefinitely is so intoxicating, and the look on Angel's face as she was tipped over the edge was incredible.
Oh yes, even as I gazed down at my angel, her eyes fluttering and breathing still shallow as she tried to recover I knew I was in a world of trouble. The totally_evil that we hang around with, that you may have talked to on-line or in the real world, was long gone. In her place now as a dom who had an unfortunate mental catalogue of all my past cheekiness AND who now had an idea of what my limits may be after the session the previous day. Words were exchanged but honestly I can barely remember them as they were a formality nothing more. Leaving Angel where she lay to finish recovering we went our separate ways: Her to the spare room to collect her tools (yes, tools, no way could these be classified as toys) and I to the bedroom via a quick bathroom stop. Before coming out again I stared long and hard into the mirror, wondering if I was certifiable for agreeing to this and yet there was no chance in hell I was backing down now.
I ordered BOFH to go into the bedroom, strip then bend over the bed for me before I went into the next room to fetch my paddle to join the floggers that had been left in their bedroom the night before.
And so just a moment later I was standing at the foot of our bed, hands planted on the sheet, legs straight, time frozen as the pressure wave of the approaching hand brushed my skin. The first blow landed hard but bearable and I managed not to flinch. Well, I think I managed not to flinch, I’m sure She’ll tell you different but this is my version of events so you get my take on it I’m afraid. Previously she’s spaced the blows out a little but not this time. They rained down and my arse was still slightly sore from the previous day. Soon enough both cheeks burnt and my eyes closed as I tried to handle the waves of pain that were shooting up my spine.
Oh he didn't flinch, just rocked forwards into the bed because he hadn't braced himself properly. I started spanking him slowly, gradually getting faster and harder. Concentrating on his slight gasps and his attempts to brace himself as I hammer into his exposed arse. The power rush drives me on to hit harder and lower. Forcing him upwards as I drive a hand up under those rounded cheeks. I'm sure I have a huge grin on my face as I try not to laugh. I leave him standing there as I move round to pick up the heavier flogger from the corner, testing the swing of it before running the gentle tresses over BOFH's back before flicking it down to bite into his arse.
To my relief she changed to a flogger, which might sound like an odd thing to say but the soft leather strips were far easier to handle than the stings of her hand. It still hurt of course, especially when she really put her whole weight behind it, but the lighter touches were almost sensual. Somewhere in between the pain Angel had entered the room and was staring at her husband being beaten by a blonde bombshell with what I hope was rapt attention and lust. Or possibly boredom. But hopefully lust. I was grateful beyond words that she was there, drawing strength from her as I had for the last three years in every aspect of life. So glad she was there as the leather slapped against my flesh harder and harder now. So glad... until she asked Ma’am if she had enough room for her backswing.
I entered the bedroom still feeling the aftershocks from my pleasure and seeking to add to theirs. I sat on the bed, saw the expression of exquisite pain in his face as blow after blow landed upon him, and locked that tableau away in my memory. The scenes from that final torture session flash behind my eyes, even days later: totally_evil devilishly pondering the possibilities of having another few inches for her backswing; the millisecond’s delay between the crack of the paddle and my love’s legs giving way under him; how I could find myself delighting in his agony, could almost feel Ma’am’s power and her slave’s delicious pain coursing through my own veins.
In less than a minute I was standing straight, legs spread slightly apart, facing the wall, hands at my sides as the flogger crashed into already burning flesh full force. My mind raced as its normal support, the love of my wife, was seemingly washed away in a torrent of cracks. Or, if not washed away, then buried deep enough I couldn’t find and use it as I normally would, even as it beat deep within me, reassuring me that when this ordeal was over it would return. I tried to keep my eyes open as long as I could, saving the refuge of darkness for when I needed it. That moment came soon enough as She switched back to her hands and resumed spanking.
Angel was a vision of beauty as she stood off to one side, watching the plight her husband asked for those few weeks ago. He now stands there facing the woman he loves as I make him rock onto the balls of his feet with the force of my blows. I resist going back to spanking too soon, knowing that if I bruise my hand I won't want to do much later, but finally giving in to my body screaming to make him hurt, to make him gasp and groan. To make him submit to me.
These blows were agony, no other word for it. The flesh was already hot to the touch and pink all over, now every shot was painful and building on the last. My legs started to buckle and she wrenched me back to the bed, providing a support as I leant over and presented her favourite target once more. The blows kept coming and I couldn’t keep my hands on the bed no matter how much I tried. Every shot caused my limbs to collapse, I felt a wall racing up and I saw no way around it.
I had swopped to the paddle without him knowing it, while Angel took over spanking him for a few short minutes while I look on and soak in a scene that will be with me for the rest of my days: a dark goddess making her devoted slave writhe while forcing him to stand still to take the next impact. A light touch to Angel's shoulder and she steps back for me to take the next stroke with the paddle. BOFH cried out, and I see his knees buckle slightly before he keeps himself upright by some miracle.
She did however. Ma’am instructed me to lie down on the bed, my head buried between the pillows. The spanking started again, just as hard as before, but now all my energy could go into trying to handle the pain with the bed holding my body. I felt tears leaking from my eyes and bit back, drawing an odd strength from them as I refused to show weakness to Her, not out of pride now but of a desire to be worthy of Her attentions. She asked me which side I wanted the next blow, left or right. The right side of my arse was on fire, although the left wasn’t much better it was a slight relief so I tried to ask for left most of the time. Maybe fifty percent of the time she allowed me that relief but in truth I didn’t have a clue where the next blow was coming from. She switched to the flogger but kept asking the question and I was finding it harder and harder to answer. Again the wall raced at me and again She saw it coming, one final blow then instructing me to turn over.
My desires urged me to beat BOFH until he couldn't even rise from kneeling, but I restrained myself - ordering him down onto the bed, knowing that it would allow him to take more. In a flash I recalled the sadistic game of chance my Master plays with me: getting me to tell him which side I want to be hit. I deliberately started off hitting the side he asked for, and as time went on, and more blows fell I started deviating. Every impact resulted in a longer time before he could gasp out the next side, as my excitement built more with every slight arching of his back, every clenching of his teeth.
Lying on the bed, arms stretched out, feet and legs straight I wondered if I was to be bound. But such a luxury was not forthcoming and I had to try and hold myself in place without such aides. Angel and totally_evil both moved to the bed, Angel to my left, totally_evil to my right and for a moment I wondered how so much beauty and strength could exist in the world. That moment went by quickly as they reached down and started to tickle me to hell. It was, without doubt, the worst torment of the night to that point as not only were they going flat out but I couldn’t put weight on my butt without almost levitating from pain. The result was a twitchy mess as I desperately tried to please them by keeping my place. totally_evil moved down and sucked my toes into her mouth, causing both incredible pleasure and an incredible tickling with tongue and teeth. I howled, I thrashed and I pulled my feet away, twisting onto my side. A sharp crack of hand on arse brought me back to my, well, back and they started again. Again and again but I couldn’t hold still, my resistance was truly broken and the ticking on my soles and toes had passed far beyond pleasure now into torment.
I just couldn't resist bringing him back into line with a blow to his already wonderfully red and sore buttock. My delight increased as I realised BOFH couldn't physically hold still if his feet were touched, giving me wonderful reasons for further punishment (not that I needed a reason).
Finally She tired of it and ordered my up to my feet. Twenty strokes with her hand and then, if I still couldn’t hold still, twenty with the paddle. My blood ran cold at that threat. I’d been introduced to the paddle the day before, its first victim, and it had been devastating and that when applied fairly early in the proceedings. Now it would be like having a branding iron pushed against my flesh. I stood and counted the strokes of her hand for her, I think anyway, details start to blur in my mind as I think of this. About halfway I collapsed but She pulled me back to my feet with sheer personality, Each blow felt like it started at my toes and went to the very top of my head. Lights burst behind my eyes and I hung on to whatever little energy I had left with desperation. Four more... three more... two... one... and then the final blow landed and I felt a sob tear through me, sinking down to my arms as I tried to crawl back on to the bed. I made it but couldn’t turn over, physically there was nothing left. Angel touched my back, her fingers easing the pain, drawing me back to reality. Then, to my surprise, totally_evil repeated the motion and two soft female voices murmured reassurance into my ears. It was over, they were proud, their fingers relaxing me.
I thought this would be the end of it, although every fibre of my being was urging me to keep going, to take what I wanted. Surely this man would not be willing to keep going after he can't physically hold himself up any more. Evidently I was wrong...
But whoever I normally am was buried now, my mind somewhere else entirely. And one thought burned through it, searing the sky. I turned my head to Her, opening my eyes with difficulty until I could focus on the blue of Hers. I gasped if I may ask a question. She replied Yes. And the hardest words I’ve ever spoken escaped my lips:
“Did you wish to use the paddle Ma’am?”
“Yes”
A simple statement, a single word that sealed my fate. I reached down with my right hand and found Angel’s gentle fingers. Took her hand in mine, squeezed it, trying to reassure her as best I could. I nodded at Ma’am and slowly, painfully, pulled myself around and back to my feet. It took me maybe a minute to get into position, a minute to move ten foot if that. I could feel Angel beside me and I wished I could see her face. But there was no energy left even for such a simple movement.
An exchanging of wonderfully surprised looks were traded across his bent form before Angel's changed to a look of concern as she realised what I'd be doing to him. They both knew I'd administer 20 strokes, and only stop if he said red or raised his left arm as I'd instructed him to if needed a moment ago.
Even as I rubbed his back and reassured him it was all over, something in me knew he would ask for more. He wouldn’t rest until he had seen his mistress satisfy her bloodlust, and as long as any ounce of strength remained in his body, he would spend it pushing his limits and trying to make us proud. He succeeded brilliantly. When he stood and limped back to the foot of the bed to take his final paddling, I could see the respect in totally_evil’s still dominating eyes, and I could only look on in wonder at the man who had let me have this amazing experience with him.
I let strength course through my arms as I reveled in the hold I had over this hapless pathetic man. I lashed forwards, reigning in my strength at the last second.
The first stroke landed and it wasn’t as bad as I’d feared. It was a hundred times worse. I wanted to die there and then, to scream and run. And yet I stayed. The second and third blows were worse and the world turned red behind my eyes. By the time the fourth shot landed I was crying openly, I think anyway, it blurs more and more as the blows land. The fifth took me down to the bed, cheek touching sheets for a moment before I pushed myself back. She counted down the shots for me and I wished I could thank her for that small mercy but there was no voice left. By the time blow ten landed I had sunk to one knee and taken longer than ever to get back up, body wracked with coughs. The next few were very light as she gave me a chance to recover. Then the final five.
By the seventh stroke I was supporting his weight with my hand. Help him to stop his knees buckling as they'd done the last few strokes. Every few strokes I stopped to check he wasn't destroying himself in an attempt to live up to the perceived expectations of Angel and me. But at the same time my whole body is singing: I just want to keep going to hear the incredible music of groans and thwacks. The gasps and sobs music fuelling my arousal.
She did not hold anything back and every muscle strained as I fought my natural instance to run, to hide, to fight, to beg and plead for mercy. None of those were an option, only staying her for Her, for both of them, wanting to impress my Ma’am and my Wife, to prove worthy of their attentions. Three more and my body was shaking. Two to go and I wanted to scream until my throat bled. One more and I knew the last was going to be hell. I felt Her wind up.... and a gentle tap touched my arse. She’d finished with the lightest of touches but before I knew what I was doing my head turned and I looked straight at Her. My head shook once and she nodded back, returning to my side and lining up. I lowered my head and waited...
I held back constantly - knowing he couldn't take even 3 blows with all my strength behind them. As I counted down to the final blow I struggle with myself: do I just let go and damn the consequences, or do I give him the final relief of release from torment? I gave him the gift of my control and he pleads for my fury. "I'm not going to let you do that." the words sealing his fate. I pull my arm back as if I'm holding a tennis racket, aiming for the spot I'd hit every time before, finally taking the restrictions off my strength.
The blow almost knocked me out. In some ways it did, my entire body collapsing forward onto the bed leaving me in a heap. I pulled my legs up and curled into the fetal position, head buried in the pillows to hide the pain and relief I felt as it ended. Once again they both had hands on me, easing my pain as best they could, anchoring me against the storm and dragging me back towards the shore. Whispered words penetrated my brain, compliments and reassurance both. I think, I hope, I thanked them both although I wouldn’t swear to it. It took maybe five minutes to start coming back to myself but it felt as if... as if some, most really, of the stresses of the real world had taken the journey with me and been left behind somewhere, stripped away by the leather and flesh and wood.
As I gradually recovered I managed to turn onto my back and saw them both there above me, looking down with... with expressions I couldn’t place then and can’t now but I know I’d do it all again, and more, to see those looks one more time. I didn’t even register I was still naked (an oddity indeed for me, normally my insecurities are legion but not then) until Angel started stroking her fingers over my crotch. I relaxed into her touch then jumped as totally_evil rammed her fingers back into my ribs and hips. They stayed away from my feet thank god but the tickling was still horribly efficient and I bucked and shrieked as they worked me over. Angel had me on the edge of exploding quickly, thank god, as I knew they’d stop once that happened if only to clean up. Closer. Closer. Closer. A heartbeat away... and she stopped. My eyes opened wide as I looked at my loving, caring wife and the grin on her face told the story better than any words could, though she used those too. Even after everything they’d put me through I still had a tease and denial session left.
The joy evident in Angel's every movement and look was apparent as she moved towards BOFH's crotch. Our matching grins cruel and teasing.
After all he’d been through, all the pain he’d endured, he wouldn’t want a simple release. And there was no way I was giving him one. I’d felt some of the control of dominating and this was my chance to put it to good use. Over and over I felt him getting close to release, and over and over I let go to the heavenly sound of his pleas, moans and laughter as totally_evil continued to tickle his ravaged body. Release finally came, and I almost did too as I pumped him ever harder and watched the splendid sight of my husband kissing our gorgeous mistress.
I was so tired I couldn’t even lift my head so instead closed my eyes are surrendered to them. They poked and prodded, kneaded and scrapped, stroked and teased with expert precision. I had no idea who was doing what although my eyes shot open on occasion as one or both of them grabbed my nipples, twisted and pulled until I screamed. I wanted to protest, after all what would the neighbors think? But I was theirs now, utterly and completely and if they chose to tie me up and leave me bound and gagged all night then that’s what I would accept without protest. Finally I felt Angel take me in hand, so to speak, and drive me onwards. As I tensed up, muscles shaking from the building pleasure, she instructed Kat to do... something I didn’t make out through the haze. The next thing I knew totally_evil had a handful of hair, my head was lifted and she covered my mouth with hers. My wife was giving me a stunning handjob as Ma’am kissed me deeply... it was far too much and I exploded, shooting over the edge like the coyote off a cliff. And yet there was still one more little twist to come.
As they’d teased me totally_evil had left the room for a moment and I’d made a deal with Angel which she’d not only agreed to but proposed to totally_evil. Simply put we’d tie Her up and have our wicked way with Her in return for one simple act on my part. Something I’d never done and, in all honesty, had never wanted to do but was the only bargaining chip my exhausted brain could think of at that moment. And so as I lay there, exhausted, flesh burning, twitching randomly as nerves fired without rhyme or reason... first totally_evil then Angel brought their fingers to my lips and I cleaned my own juice from their loving fingers. I didn’t manage to clean it all but it was enough and as they finally let my head fall back I remember thinking just two things: Firstly, that I now really, truly did understand why subs chose the lifestyle they did and secondly.. that I must do this again before too long.
And as an added bonus he was still gibbering his thanks every moment he got, even when gently ordered not to (I'm not sure he even heard me).
Out of the myriad of emotions making their way to the surface through the haze of the past two days, one thought blazes brightest: I want more. I don’t want it to end now, when there’s so much that we have yet to do to each other, so many games to play and boundaries to stretch and pleasures to manipulate. The two seductive words “Next Time” light the way to the next adventure….
Tuesday
The flat’s quiet now, totally_evil’s on the train home, Angel’s in work and I’m left to wander through the empty rooms recovering and enjoying my day off. It’s odd though, every place I go now has echoes of the weekend and while I’m sure they will fade in time and become just happy memories now they seem like ghosts, each causing me to reconsider my actions. Did I really worship my wife’s feet while restrained and beaten? Is that slight rough spot on the carpet the same that left me with a nice red patch on one knee as I dived after a fleeing foot? And how did the couch stand up to the thrashing of three adults at various points during the last two days?
But it’s the bedroom that catches me off guard. As if in a dream I walk to the end of the bed and stare down. Despite the fact it’s been slept in I can just make out the imprint of hands through the crumpled sheets. Without realizing it I’m back in that same position and the echo of pain from the final shot rips my breath from my body for a moment. I turn and stare at my reflection wondering what that mirror would have shown if I’d looked last night. Are the eyes staring back at me the same as those that were there just a few short days ago?
Another image flutters at the edge of sight, lying curled on that bed, Angel and totally_evil bringing me back from the edge with gentle touches and gentler words. And I smile. No the eyes aren’t the same, they’re more at peace with the world, opened to another facet of life after not only surviving the journey but also looking forward to the next opportunity…
Sunday
Time’s a funny thing, sometimes it can race past at a million miles an hour or it can crawl like a snail. And then sometimes it does both at once like today. The last two hours have crawled by ever since Angel walked out the door to meet totally_evil downtown. I can hear every beat of my heart clearly, the clock runs at about a tenth of the speed it should and even the TV seems to be adding extra adverts to each break. And yet if I look away for just a second minutes fly by.
Among the stream of people pouring out of the train and spilling into Paddington station she appeared, to my excitement and relief. Train stations are awful places to begin a weekend of erotic torment and play. In such a public place, a look has to say everything. As totally_evil walked up to me I hope she saw what I saw reflected in her blue eyes – anticipation, nervousness and not a little arousal. She looked better than I’ve ever seen her, not because she wore makeup this time, but because of the glimmer in her eyes and her broad grin spreading over her face as we got on the underground and started talking about the next 48 hours. The torments we would inflict on my eager husband. The hours of tickling that would inevitably result from being in the same flat for two days. The possibilities, tantalisingly hinted at before today, of kissing, touching, teasing, pleasuring each other….
The phone rings and I almost hit the ceiling. They’re only about ten minutes away, time to get ready..
The atmosphere changes as soon as totally_evil and I enter the flat and see my love obediently waiting for us. He is forced to turn around, he can only imagine the eagerness with which I see totally_evil put a square of chocolate in her mouth, and lean in towards me, inviting me to take it into mine….
Shaking with anticipation I wait as ordered in the living room. On each sole a simple message for Ma’am, the chocolate They requested ready on a small plate just taken from the fridge to try and prevent it melting and the cock ring wrapped as tightly as possible around my dick. Waiting, fully clothed but knowing that probably won’t last long, every sense strained to the point where I think I hear the lift starting to move and definitely here it open on our floor. The fall of footsteps, two pairs getting closer and closer. The scrape of a key in the lock and the almost complete silence as the door swings open...
My arse burns from the first discipline session of the weekend as I move to lie face down on the bed. A hand touches between my shoulders and I gasp as the chill of the ice cube races through me. It almost burns as it traces down my flesh leaving pools of cold water in its wake. So intense is the sensation I don’t notice the additional pain until the third drop of wax hits my legs. That’s almost manageable until She lets it fall on those areas that had recently felt hand, flogger and paddle and then it really does begin to hurt. The wax carries on upwards, the ice down, crossing over at the small of my back and the sensations of cold and heat magnifying as they meet each other.
Lying on the floor in front of the couch, two pairs of feet pressing down upon me. One pair moves as my love stands and heads out of the room, the other moves down insistently towards my mouth. I open my lips and suck Her toes into my waiting embrace, tongue dancing across her soles, kissing, licking, lapping and worshipping with increasing enthusiasm. I hear Her moan and wonder what my love is doing to cause such a reaction. I cannot see more than Her feet and legs from my position but manage to glance across the floor to where my love must be standing. The space is empty, I realise it’s my ministrations that are causing Her reaction and I delight in the knowledge that She enjoys my efforts.
Sitting on the couch, trapped between two beautiful and barely clothed women, their legs pressed against me as they play with my body. Over and over again their hands dive in, teasing, tormenting and above all else tickling me into insanity. My head shakes, noises that make no sense escaping my throat as I look for an escape all the while knowing I’d rather tear off my own arm than move from this spot. Fantasy images all, dancing before closed eyes and teasing me even as I try and recover from the reality that made each and every one flesh, one endless landscape of dreams that roll by endlessly as if there is no end to them.
Monday
The persistent electronic beeping of the alarm clock chases away the comforting blackness of sleep about ten hours too early for my taste. It surely can’t be nine in the morning already? Oh yes it can, I guess that’s what happens when you don’t finish a session until four.... The bed shifts as Angel gets up and heads into the living room to take care of the boring, real life business of the day and for a long, luxurious moment I sprawl out over the whole bed taking stock of my physical condition after the day before. On the whole, much better than I thought it’d be, tired as hell with a slightly stiff shoulder, sore back and slightly cramped-up leg but other than that everything seems to be working and still attached... I hear movement from the room next door so all three of us are up and about, albeit without a working brain between us at that precise moment.
Such an effort to will myself out of bed, to try to ignore, even for 5 minutes, the fact that beside me lay the love of my life, gently stirring from a sleep agonisingly earned, wincing slightly as he rolled over and felt the lingering pain on his backside from his mistress’s punishments the day before. So strong, he had been, it took my breath away. I could hardly believe what he had put himself through, what I had helped put him through, and what an erotic sight it had been to hear him cry out, to hear him begging Ma’am and I for mercy, to see his ass burn red from her smacks, and to see his eyes bulge as Ma’am tickled his feet to the limit of his endurance. I also had to ignore the fact that Ma’am was still here, only a wall away, slowly waking, while I reluctantly made a brief return to the real world….
I wake up, immediately noticing the huge collection of DVD’s before I remember the night before. I try to get details from my tired brain but everything is slightly fuzzier than I’d like. Then I hear slight sounds from the other room then a door opening and a very loud phone being dialed.
First order of business, showers for all! Thank god we’ve got a decent boiler in this place as we burn through almost an hour solid of hot water. I manage to sneak in first before the bathroom becomes a sauna and try to ease my muscles as best I can under the jets. First time in months I wish we still had the adjustable shower head as I could really have gone for the massage setting right now.
Out of the shower and dressed it seems almost odd to be talking about real world stuff. Breakfast is suggested and the stampede for the door shows it’s a good suggestion, Soon enough we’re sitting down in a local Weatherspoons shoveling calories down as fast as our arms can move fork and knife. Not that I’m worried, something tells me we’ll burn them off pretty damn soon. It’s an odd conversation that flows around the chomping of bacon, sausage, hash browns and toast, surging from what to do with the rest of the day to discussing the previous nights activities in hushed voices to general debates over S&M in even more hushed voices out of respect for fellow customers. Eventually a decision is made to take in a movie (Iron Man, well recommended and the perfect response to a mad day and night of S&M and tickling) then see how we feel.
After a much needed shower, breakfast was duly suggested and received. I will second BOFH’s opinion of Iron Man. GO SEE IT IF YOU POSSIBLY CAN!!!
Turns out we feel like going back home and recovering a little more. Thoughts briefly turn to food and even more briefly to getting something from a supermarket on the way back but common sense prevails and an early dinner is soon winding its way to the flat strapped to the back of the trusty pizza delivery bloke’s moped. I swear they have the route to our place memorized by now...
Anyway, you’re not reading this for a detailed description of pizza eating are you? No, you’re all waiting for the sick and filthy details to spill across the page like so much... actually, I’ll stop that line there as it can’t go anywhere good. So, yes, to the more interesting part of the evening.
As welcome as a shower was after all that had happened the day before, I rushed through it, impatient to return to them and to make plans for today. The break that breakfast and a movie provide are just rest enough so that I’m buzzing by the time we’ve gotten back to the flat, had some pizza and settled down on the couches, when my husband promptly fell asleep….
I honestly can’t remember how it started but that might have been because I was dead at the time. Well, okay, not dead but sleeping anyway. Just curled up comfortably on one of the sofas, not bothering a soul when these two evil, nasty and dare I say cruel ladies decide to tickle the crap out of me. For no reason whatsoever other than I was there! Sometimes life really can be... what’s the word... terrible? No, not terrible, the other one... ah yes, wonderful, that’s it!
Anyway, after pizza BOFH (bless his little heart) decided to take a snooze while Angel and I were talking about God knows what before we decided that if we weren’t going to sleep, he damn well wasn’t either. It was pretty easy to wake him up, and low and behold – another way to get his shields down. I pounced on his feet as Angel went for the sides as he struggled valiantly but uselessly against us.
To be fair, I began with gentle tickling. He looked so relaxed it would have been downright cruel of me to shock him back into consciousness. I left that to Ma’am, who attacked his feet with savage and beautiful delight. I looked down at my husband’s dancing flesh beneath my fingers, the desperate jerks of his feet trying in vain to evade totally_evil’s touch, the look of joyful agony on his face as we tickled him awake, and I grinned. Life was good. That feeling was reinforced as my love and I teamed up on totally_evil. He was more strategic, planting devastating raspberries on her belly, while I didn’t care where I tickled – back, neck, feet, ribs, tummy, everywhere produced the cutest sounds and squirms.
Angel had my arms and body, totally_evil went right for my legs and, worse, feet. I sort of woke up about half a second before they pounced (my spidey sense must need tuning) so at least I didn’t levitate to the ceiling at the first touch but after that it just become a mad tickle fight. I don’t tend to howl or yell with laughter, it’s more swearing and fighting for freedom, but I was making enough noise that they knew they were winning. Well, that and the frantic kicking of the legs as totally_evil kept scrabbling away at my bloody (not literally) feet. Figuring defence was the best form of attack I manage to twist an arm free and goose Angel enough to get the other arm moving, then bend enough to get hands on totally_evil.
The one advantage I did have is that totally_evil may be a vicious, cruel and downright sadistic individual but she’s horribly ticklish and in a tickle fight prefers to leap about four feet backwards rather than take a shot and look for a target of her own. Well, either that or break your wrist and keep on going but thankfully for me she took option one.That kind of set the tone really, with Angel and me going after each other as I tried to keep totally_evil either distant enough to not be a threat or distract her with Angel in a tempting position. Cursing and begging ensued and for a while it was two on one with Angel wriggling and writhing on the floor as we worked over her ribs armpits, stomach, thighs, hips, feet, neck and ears. Eternal vengeance was promised, as were things more tempting (though, obviously not tempting enough). She looked fantastic like that, almost helpless but still with fight in her, dark hair lashing around as she wriggled, an endless stream of cute squeaks and giggles streaming from her. I could have stayed there for hours just watching.
Yes, I kept leaping backwards much to the delight of a beleaguered BOFH (probably because that meant only 10 fingers taunting his sides). Angel was certainly a good target when BOFH maneuvered her to be between him and me, and as she was my preferred target I just had to take that opportunity. In my excitement to get to Angel’s worst spots I had circled my way round into the line of fire.
And yet... and yet.... totally_evil’s feet were right there, sock covered but right there. There’d be time enough later for Angel, right now I wanted revenge. Or possibly a pre-emptive strike. Hell, I just wanted to hear totally_evil beg, that was more than enough motivation. I dove over, grabbed her feet and dug in. She screeched and jumped backwards but, unfortunately for her, she started from her knees so didn’t really get very far. I followed and before long was standing over her as she curled over on the floor into the fetal position, hands digging into her sides. She scrambled back to her feet and I grabbed both arms, pushing her back to the sofa. We collapsed on to it and Angel joined in, grabbing whatever she could from whoever was nearest.
I knew there was no way I was getting out of a torturous tickling the moment I tried to run from a kneeling start, so instead I concentrated on trying to not knock someone out by accident. Of course this left me vulnerable to 20 vengeful fingers attached to two inventive 'lers. Then I made a major mistake: I broke free and ran towards the sofa near the exit.
Calling on all the composure I had, plus many years of being an Annoying Bastard at gatherings, I pushed away any ticklish sensations, stuck them in a little box at the back of my mind and threw away the key. totally_evil suddenly lunged forward and I went down under her, my face in her armpit. Thankfully she’s very light so it was an easy matter to move just a little bit, wrap an arm around her and hold her close. Angel realised which was the easier option and focused all her attentions on totally_evil as I diverted mine between tickling her and avoiding getting smacked somewhere sensitive by her random blows.
Her squirming was intoxicating but it was also working against her. Pretty soon she’d squirmed up so that she was actually lying across my lap, the small of her back on my thighs. I slipped an arm under her and could turn her pretty much any way I chose. Turning her towards me I let Angel tickle her back, a notoriously bad spot on this pretty young thing, and almost got punched in the head for my troubles. I moved my head and trapped her arm behind my neck, turned her right side up, leant down and blew a raspberry straight onto her exposed stomach. The resulting contraction almost broke my arms as I tried to hold her and I had to lift my head to get a better view of what I was doing. The scream wasn’t too bad either and for a moment I waited for my eardrum to fall out. When it didn’t I leant down and tried to plant another raspberry on her soft skin but was impeded by two hands trying to turn my head into a much smaller and more compact shape. Apparently the blowing of raspberries is not particularly high on the list of things totally_evil can comfortably take...
I was screaming and squirming in an effort to get away before the Bastard started blowing raspberries on my belly button, afterwards I have no recollection of what was done except that my feet were pulsing sensations to stab through the general torture of having my sides squeezed. Only to be punctuated with BOFH's attempts to blow more raspberries.
Angel saw what was going on and, never one to pass up an opportunity, sat across totally_evil's legs to pin her down. Fingers gliding over denim-clad thighs and now-bare feet she summoned a great rolling mix of laughter and shrieks as totally_evil's blonde hair whipped around. And yet I couldn’t rest until I’d managed to land just one more ticklish blow on that flat stomach. Again the hands reached out to stop me but I forced them down, using the extra weight and strength I had to my advantage. It was an epic fight, one for the ages really even if the total distance travelled was probably measured in inches, but finally I was close enough. One last push and a thhhppppppppp later and I figured it was time to try and gracefully untangle myself before I was, you know, killed.
No sooner had I done so than Angel somehow found herself on the sofa, totally_evil straddling her and a look of revenge in her eyes. I grabbed Angels wrists and pulled her arms above her head, sitting down on the floor with my feet tucked well out of harms way to watch the show. totally_evil didn’t waste any time, fingers flying to all of Angels worst spots one after the other. It was all I could do to restrain her, my grip not helped by the sweat pouring from both of us by now. What a sight it was though, totally_evil's slim body pinning down Angels curves, light hair almost glowing in the light as Angel’s dark strands whipped around her face. This was the stuff fantasies are made of, a best-selling porn movie come to life in my own living room with a good friend and my darling wife in the lead roles. It was getting warmer by the minute and as I leant forward slightly for a better look... the phone rang!
I fully expected Ma’am to take her revenge on the one making the thhhppppppppps, so imagine my surprise when I found myself lying face-up on the sofa, my husband holding my arms tight above my head, and a tiny domme sitting on my legs, about to tickle me insane. It just wasn’t fair – it was wonderful. Stretched out with all my worst spots literally at totally_evil’s fingertips, in no mental or physical state to protect myself, my defenses fell away in seconds. I shrieked at a touch on my hip that would normally get a small squeak, roared at a rib squeeze that would normally elicit only a gasp.
Now there was no way I was letting Angel walk out of this without being properly molested, especially when the gorgeous woman decided to lounge on the couch. I just couldn't resist the obvious targets of her feet, sides and yes! Even her underarms exposed to our ministrations. The only natural place to sit was on her hips, feeling her squirming desperately under me as her squeaks got higher, a note of pleading entwining through the delicious sound as BOFH held her arms away for me.
I was trying to decide whether kissing Angel would be a good thing, or whether it would result in my picking up my teeth due to an unfortunate thrashing when the phone rang. All activity stopped as the shrill insistent tones rang through the suddenly silent room before BOFH had the presence of mind to pick up, then I knew I had my perfect chance to taste the sweetness on the lips of the goddess writhing below me and taunt her husband at the same time.
I couldn’t believe it but thankfully it was right by me so, with a little juggling of wrists, I managed to snag it and answer. A long time friend said hello and I knew I really should take it. Reluctantly I let go of Angel’s arms and stood up. Almost immediately, and even now I don’t know who made the first move, Angel and totally_evil were locked in an embrace, their mouths working in a hungry kiss. Swallowing hard I resolved to make the call as quick as possible and dashed to the nearest available room...
Dashing back about twenty minutes later I expected to find either a giggling Angel, a giggling totally_evil, a giggling Angel and a giggling totally_evil, the pair of them sitting on the sofa (the lazy sods), a Angel nursing a broken wrist after causing a giggling totally_evil or, possibly a badly planned surprise attack. What I hadn’t expected was to find Angel had lost her skirt and top and to be lying on the sofa in only her underwear, breasts spilling out of her bra as totally_evil worked magic by fluttering fingers against panties but that’s exactly what met my eyes as I rounded the door frame.
I’m trying to describe exactly how I felt at that moment but it’s a little tricky dear readers. I may, however, be able to give you instructions to simulate the effect in your own homes. Place a phone-shaped object in one hand, a phone is perfect for this. Run about a bit until you’re short of breath and slightly sweaty. Now find an outside wall, lower your head and run full tilt into it. After impact there will be a short time between the thud and you dropping down dead where a delightful numbness spreads through your body and your brain celebrates the five brain cells remaining to it by defaulting to fire bad, tree pretty levels of reasoning. This is more-or-less the same state I was in as I saw my wife and our good friend moving from top shelf magazine territory to banned-in-Britain-but-available-in-Holland porn.
Back tracking slightly to the time when BOFH was taking the phone call:
We left just as Angel and I started to get less giggly and more intimate. After the lovely man disappeared off into another room I broke the kiss and smiled down at my victim before running my fingers gently over her exposed skin, pulling her top up in the process. My mouth sort out hers again as my fingers caressed her amazingly smooth skin before digging in. I felt her giggle into my mouth before I pulled away to get a better look at my gorgeous victim.
Ever so slowly I moved down her body my fingers trailing before jumping to her feet as I climbed off her to keel by the end of the sofa. My lips caress the tips of her toes before they slide down her largest toe, sucking and my teeth gently rubbing over her soft feet. My attentions change to her other toes and her soles as she starts to moan. Her compliments wash over me as I concentrate on those fantastic feet.
After long minutes I get bored and decide to investigate higher up. Her thighs are surprisingly soft as I kiss up them, my fingers working upwards to massage her breasts. My lips got to the top of her shorts before shifting upwards as I draw out one of Angel's full breasts: my lips encircling the nipple as my teeth gently tug on them teasing moans from her parted lips, her face glowing with pleasure. One hand creeps down again to rub through her shorts as she draws in breath at the unexpected touch.
As the fog cleared I slammed the phone back into the cradle so hard I thought it may have cracked and raced to kneel besides my beautiful wife. She was almost glowing with the attention, and well she may as totally_evil cut an impressive figure looming above her. There’s something special about seeing slight women take charge of a situation and she’d done so with an expert grace that was spectacular to behold. Actually, I have no idea if that’s true as I wasn’t in the room. For all I know she bashed her over the head with a brick, but I prefer my version of events. If you want accuracy go and read their version, ‘kay?
The harsh ring of the phone took my love away, just as Ma’am brought her lips to mine. While my husband was on the phone totally_evil put her talented mouth to work all over my body, finally stopping at my breasts. By now, I’d been tickled and teased wild. I was losing control so fast it took me a moment to notice that totally_evil had slipped a hand down and was gently teasing me over my shorts, making good on an offer made days ago that seemed too good to be true. Hardly daring to form the words I meekly suggested that Ma’am could take off my shorts, and found her happy to oblige. With only my panties as a barrier to her skilled fingers, I knew it wouldn’t be long. It was all I could do to hold on until my love returned to the room, wanting more than anything for him to be there to help totally_evil take me over the edge. Once he’d picked up his jaw, he was at my side, my arms needing no restraining to stay above my head now. They were teasing, sucking, tickling, and I came, laughing and crying in ecstasy.
Of course I couldn’t resist joining in so started running my hands down Angel’s arms and swirling round her armpits. My head lowered and my lips took an exposed nipple into my mouth. For a moment nothing else in the world existed but her so I was surprised as a head of blonde hair slid into view as totally_evil joined me at the Angel bar for a good slurp on her other breast. We worked together for a minute or two then split off, her hands constantly working at Angels panties, the groans and laughter both growing in intensity until she rushed over the edge, arms and legs tense and shivering under our combined touch. As she tumbled over the edge I glanced back at totally_evil and learnt a valuable lesson which I shall pass on here to any who are lucky enough to find themselves in such a situation. Find the time for that glance because the look on a dom’s face in that situation is more intense and erotic than a thousand video clips. It’ll also let you know how much trouble you’re really in.
How could I resist joining BOFH at the breasts when there was a wonderful globe in dire need of some attention. The power of being able to make someone descend into ecstasy or hold them on the edge indefinitely is so intoxicating, and the look on Angel's face as she was tipped over the edge was incredible.
Oh yes, even as I gazed down at my angel, her eyes fluttering and breathing still shallow as she tried to recover I knew I was in a world of trouble. The totally_evil that we hang around with, that you may have talked to on-line or in the real world, was long gone. In her place now as a dom who had an unfortunate mental catalogue of all my past cheekiness AND who now had an idea of what my limits may be after the session the previous day. Words were exchanged but honestly I can barely remember them as they were a formality nothing more. Leaving Angel where she lay to finish recovering we went our separate ways: Her to the spare room to collect her tools (yes, tools, no way could these be classified as toys) and I to the bedroom via a quick bathroom stop. Before coming out again I stared long and hard into the mirror, wondering if I was certifiable for agreeing to this and yet there was no chance in hell I was backing down now.
I ordered BOFH to go into the bedroom, strip then bend over the bed for me before I went into the next room to fetch my paddle to join the floggers that had been left in their bedroom the night before.
And so just a moment later I was standing at the foot of our bed, hands planted on the sheet, legs straight, time frozen as the pressure wave of the approaching hand brushed my skin. The first blow landed hard but bearable and I managed not to flinch. Well, I think I managed not to flinch, I’m sure She’ll tell you different but this is my version of events so you get my take on it I’m afraid. Previously she’s spaced the blows out a little but not this time. They rained down and my arse was still slightly sore from the previous day. Soon enough both cheeks burnt and my eyes closed as I tried to handle the waves of pain that were shooting up my spine.
Oh he didn't flinch, just rocked forwards into the bed because he hadn't braced himself properly. I started spanking him slowly, gradually getting faster and harder. Concentrating on his slight gasps and his attempts to brace himself as I hammer into his exposed arse. The power rush drives me on to hit harder and lower. Forcing him upwards as I drive a hand up under those rounded cheeks. I'm sure I have a huge grin on my face as I try not to laugh. I leave him standing there as I move round to pick up the heavier flogger from the corner, testing the swing of it before running the gentle tresses over BOFH's back before flicking it down to bite into his arse.
To my relief she changed to a flogger, which might sound like an odd thing to say but the soft leather strips were far easier to handle than the stings of her hand. It still hurt of course, especially when she really put her whole weight behind it, but the lighter touches were almost sensual. Somewhere in between the pain Angel had entered the room and was staring at her husband being beaten by a blonde bombshell with what I hope was rapt attention and lust. Or possibly boredom. But hopefully lust. I was grateful beyond words that she was there, drawing strength from her as I had for the last three years in every aspect of life. So glad she was there as the leather slapped against my flesh harder and harder now. So glad... until she asked Ma’am if she had enough room for her backswing.
I entered the bedroom still feeling the aftershocks from my pleasure and seeking to add to theirs. I sat on the bed, saw the expression of exquisite pain in his face as blow after blow landed upon him, and locked that tableau away in my memory. The scenes from that final torture session flash behind my eyes, even days later: totally_evil devilishly pondering the possibilities of having another few inches for her backswing; the millisecond’s delay between the crack of the paddle and my love’s legs giving way under him; how I could find myself delighting in his agony, could almost feel Ma’am’s power and her slave’s delicious pain coursing through my own veins.
In less than a minute I was standing straight, legs spread slightly apart, facing the wall, hands at my sides as the flogger crashed into already burning flesh full force. My mind raced as its normal support, the love of my wife, was seemingly washed away in a torrent of cracks. Or, if not washed away, then buried deep enough I couldn’t find and use it as I normally would, even as it beat deep within me, reassuring me that when this ordeal was over it would return. I tried to keep my eyes open as long as I could, saving the refuge of darkness for when I needed it. That moment came soon enough as She switched back to her hands and resumed spanking.
Angel was a vision of beauty as she stood off to one side, watching the plight her husband asked for those few weeks ago. He now stands there facing the woman he loves as I make him rock onto the balls of his feet with the force of my blows. I resist going back to spanking too soon, knowing that if I bruise my hand I won't want to do much later, but finally giving in to my body screaming to make him hurt, to make him gasp and groan. To make him submit to me.
These blows were agony, no other word for it. The flesh was already hot to the touch and pink all over, now every shot was painful and building on the last. My legs started to buckle and she wrenched me back to the bed, providing a support as I leant over and presented her favourite target once more. The blows kept coming and I couldn’t keep my hands on the bed no matter how much I tried. Every shot caused my limbs to collapse, I felt a wall racing up and I saw no way around it.
I had swopped to the paddle without him knowing it, while Angel took over spanking him for a few short minutes while I look on and soak in a scene that will be with me for the rest of my days: a dark goddess making her devoted slave writhe while forcing him to stand still to take the next impact. A light touch to Angel's shoulder and she steps back for me to take the next stroke with the paddle. BOFH cried out, and I see his knees buckle slightly before he keeps himself upright by some miracle.
She did however. Ma’am instructed me to lie down on the bed, my head buried between the pillows. The spanking started again, just as hard as before, but now all my energy could go into trying to handle the pain with the bed holding my body. I felt tears leaking from my eyes and bit back, drawing an odd strength from them as I refused to show weakness to Her, not out of pride now but of a desire to be worthy of Her attentions. She asked me which side I wanted the next blow, left or right. The right side of my arse was on fire, although the left wasn’t much better it was a slight relief so I tried to ask for left most of the time. Maybe fifty percent of the time she allowed me that relief but in truth I didn’t have a clue where the next blow was coming from. She switched to the flogger but kept asking the question and I was finding it harder and harder to answer. Again the wall raced at me and again She saw it coming, one final blow then instructing me to turn over.
My desires urged me to beat BOFH until he couldn't even rise from kneeling, but I restrained myself - ordering him down onto the bed, knowing that it would allow him to take more. In a flash I recalled the sadistic game of chance my Master plays with me: getting me to tell him which side I want to be hit. I deliberately started off hitting the side he asked for, and as time went on, and more blows fell I started deviating. Every impact resulted in a longer time before he could gasp out the next side, as my excitement built more with every slight arching of his back, every clenching of his teeth.
Lying on the bed, arms stretched out, feet and legs straight I wondered if I was to be bound. But such a luxury was not forthcoming and I had to try and hold myself in place without such aides. Angel and totally_evil both moved to the bed, Angel to my left, totally_evil to my right and for a moment I wondered how so much beauty and strength could exist in the world. That moment went by quickly as they reached down and started to tickle me to hell. It was, without doubt, the worst torment of the night to that point as not only were they going flat out but I couldn’t put weight on my butt without almost levitating from pain. The result was a twitchy mess as I desperately tried to please them by keeping my place. totally_evil moved down and sucked my toes into her mouth, causing both incredible pleasure and an incredible tickling with tongue and teeth. I howled, I thrashed and I pulled my feet away, twisting onto my side. A sharp crack of hand on arse brought me back to my, well, back and they started again. Again and again but I couldn’t hold still, my resistance was truly broken and the ticking on my soles and toes had passed far beyond pleasure now into torment.
I just couldn't resist bringing him back into line with a blow to his already wonderfully red and sore buttock. My delight increased as I realised BOFH couldn't physically hold still if his feet were touched, giving me wonderful reasons for further punishment (not that I needed a reason).
Finally She tired of it and ordered my up to my feet. Twenty strokes with her hand and then, if I still couldn’t hold still, twenty with the paddle. My blood ran cold at that threat. I’d been introduced to the paddle the day before, its first victim, and it had been devastating and that when applied fairly early in the proceedings. Now it would be like having a branding iron pushed against my flesh. I stood and counted the strokes of her hand for her, I think anyway, details start to blur in my mind as I think of this. About halfway I collapsed but She pulled me back to my feet with sheer personality, Each blow felt like it started at my toes and went to the very top of my head. Lights burst behind my eyes and I hung on to whatever little energy I had left with desperation. Four more... three more... two... one... and then the final blow landed and I felt a sob tear through me, sinking down to my arms as I tried to crawl back on to the bed. I made it but couldn’t turn over, physically there was nothing left. Angel touched my back, her fingers easing the pain, drawing me back to reality. Then, to my surprise, totally_evil repeated the motion and two soft female voices murmured reassurance into my ears. It was over, they were proud, their fingers relaxing me.
I thought this would be the end of it, although every fibre of my being was urging me to keep going, to take what I wanted. Surely this man would not be willing to keep going after he can't physically hold himself up any more. Evidently I was wrong...
But whoever I normally am was buried now, my mind somewhere else entirely. And one thought burned through it, searing the sky. I turned my head to Her, opening my eyes with difficulty until I could focus on the blue of Hers. I gasped if I may ask a question. She replied Yes. And the hardest words I’ve ever spoken escaped my lips:
“Did you wish to use the paddle Ma’am?”
“Yes”
A simple statement, a single word that sealed my fate. I reached down with my right hand and found Angel’s gentle fingers. Took her hand in mine, squeezed it, trying to reassure her as best I could. I nodded at Ma’am and slowly, painfully, pulled myself around and back to my feet. It took me maybe a minute to get into position, a minute to move ten foot if that. I could feel Angel beside me and I wished I could see her face. But there was no energy left even for such a simple movement.
An exchanging of wonderfully surprised looks were traded across his bent form before Angel's changed to a look of concern as she realised what I'd be doing to him. They both knew I'd administer 20 strokes, and only stop if he said red or raised his left arm as I'd instructed him to if needed a moment ago.
Even as I rubbed his back and reassured him it was all over, something in me knew he would ask for more. He wouldn’t rest until he had seen his mistress satisfy her bloodlust, and as long as any ounce of strength remained in his body, he would spend it pushing his limits and trying to make us proud. He succeeded brilliantly. When he stood and limped back to the foot of the bed to take his final paddling, I could see the respect in totally_evil’s still dominating eyes, and I could only look on in wonder at the man who had let me have this amazing experience with him.
I let strength course through my arms as I reveled in the hold I had over this hapless pathetic man. I lashed forwards, reigning in my strength at the last second.
The first stroke landed and it wasn’t as bad as I’d feared. It was a hundred times worse. I wanted to die there and then, to scream and run. And yet I stayed. The second and third blows were worse and the world turned red behind my eyes. By the time the fourth shot landed I was crying openly, I think anyway, it blurs more and more as the blows land. The fifth took me down to the bed, cheek touching sheets for a moment before I pushed myself back. She counted down the shots for me and I wished I could thank her for that small mercy but there was no voice left. By the time blow ten landed I had sunk to one knee and taken longer than ever to get back up, body wracked with coughs. The next few were very light as she gave me a chance to recover. Then the final five.
By the seventh stroke I was supporting his weight with my hand. Help him to stop his knees buckling as they'd done the last few strokes. Every few strokes I stopped to check he wasn't destroying himself in an attempt to live up to the perceived expectations of Angel and me. But at the same time my whole body is singing: I just want to keep going to hear the incredible music of groans and thwacks. The gasps and sobs music fuelling my arousal.
She did not hold anything back and every muscle strained as I fought my natural instance to run, to hide, to fight, to beg and plead for mercy. None of those were an option, only staying her for Her, for both of them, wanting to impress my Ma’am and my Wife, to prove worthy of their attentions. Three more and my body was shaking. Two to go and I wanted to scream until my throat bled. One more and I knew the last was going to be hell. I felt Her wind up.... and a gentle tap touched my arse. She’d finished with the lightest of touches but before I knew what I was doing my head turned and I looked straight at Her. My head shook once and she nodded back, returning to my side and lining up. I lowered my head and waited...
I held back constantly - knowing he couldn't take even 3 blows with all my strength behind them. As I counted down to the final blow I struggle with myself: do I just let go and damn the consequences, or do I give him the final relief of release from torment? I gave him the gift of my control and he pleads for my fury. "I'm not going to let you do that." the words sealing his fate. I pull my arm back as if I'm holding a tennis racket, aiming for the spot I'd hit every time before, finally taking the restrictions off my strength.
The blow almost knocked me out. In some ways it did, my entire body collapsing forward onto the bed leaving me in a heap. I pulled my legs up and curled into the fetal position, head buried in the pillows to hide the pain and relief I felt as it ended. Once again they both had hands on me, easing my pain as best they could, anchoring me against the storm and dragging me back towards the shore. Whispered words penetrated my brain, compliments and reassurance both. I think, I hope, I thanked them both although I wouldn’t swear to it. It took maybe five minutes to start coming back to myself but it felt as if... as if some, most really, of the stresses of the real world had taken the journey with me and been left behind somewhere, stripped away by the leather and flesh and wood.
As I gradually recovered I managed to turn onto my back and saw them both there above me, looking down with... with expressions I couldn’t place then and can’t now but I know I’d do it all again, and more, to see those looks one more time. I didn’t even register I was still naked (an oddity indeed for me, normally my insecurities are legion but not then) until Angel started stroking her fingers over my crotch. I relaxed into her touch then jumped as totally_evil rammed her fingers back into my ribs and hips. They stayed away from my feet thank god but the tickling was still horribly efficient and I bucked and shrieked as they worked me over. Angel had me on the edge of exploding quickly, thank god, as I knew they’d stop once that happened if only to clean up. Closer. Closer. Closer. A heartbeat away... and she stopped. My eyes opened wide as I looked at my loving, caring wife and the grin on her face told the story better than any words could, though she used those too. Even after everything they’d put me through I still had a tease and denial session left.
The joy evident in Angel's every movement and look was apparent as she moved towards BOFH's crotch. Our matching grins cruel and teasing.
After all he’d been through, all the pain he’d endured, he wouldn’t want a simple release. And there was no way I was giving him one. I’d felt some of the control of dominating and this was my chance to put it to good use. Over and over I felt him getting close to release, and over and over I let go to the heavenly sound of his pleas, moans and laughter as totally_evil continued to tickle his ravaged body. Release finally came, and I almost did too as I pumped him ever harder and watched the splendid sight of my husband kissing our gorgeous mistress.
I was so tired I couldn’t even lift my head so instead closed my eyes are surrendered to them. They poked and prodded, kneaded and scrapped, stroked and teased with expert precision. I had no idea who was doing what although my eyes shot open on occasion as one or both of them grabbed my nipples, twisted and pulled until I screamed. I wanted to protest, after all what would the neighbors think? But I was theirs now, utterly and completely and if they chose to tie me up and leave me bound and gagged all night then that’s what I would accept without protest. Finally I felt Angel take me in hand, so to speak, and drive me onwards. As I tensed up, muscles shaking from the building pleasure, she instructed Kat to do... something I didn’t make out through the haze. The next thing I knew totally_evil had a handful of hair, my head was lifted and she covered my mouth with hers. My wife was giving me a stunning handjob as Ma’am kissed me deeply... it was far too much and I exploded, shooting over the edge like the coyote off a cliff. And yet there was still one more little twist to come.
As they’d teased me totally_evil had left the room for a moment and I’d made a deal with Angel which she’d not only agreed to but proposed to totally_evil. Simply put we’d tie Her up and have our wicked way with Her in return for one simple act on my part. Something I’d never done and, in all honesty, had never wanted to do but was the only bargaining chip my exhausted brain could think of at that moment. And so as I lay there, exhausted, flesh burning, twitching randomly as nerves fired without rhyme or reason... first totally_evil then Angel brought their fingers to my lips and I cleaned my own juice from their loving fingers. I didn’t manage to clean it all but it was enough and as they finally let my head fall back I remember thinking just two things: Firstly, that I now really, truly did understand why subs chose the lifestyle they did and secondly.. that I must do this again before too long.
And as an added bonus he was still gibbering his thanks every moment he got, even when gently ordered not to (I'm not sure he even heard me).
Out of the myriad of emotions making their way to the surface through the haze of the past two days, one thought blazes brightest: I want more. I don’t want it to end now, when there’s so much that we have yet to do to each other, so many games to play and boundaries to stretch and pleasures to manipulate. The two seductive words “Next Time” light the way to the next adventure….
Tuesday
The flat’s quiet now, totally_evil’s on the train home, Angel’s in work and I’m left to wander through the empty rooms recovering and enjoying my day off. It’s odd though, every place I go now has echoes of the weekend and while I’m sure they will fade in time and become just happy memories now they seem like ghosts, each causing me to reconsider my actions. Did I really worship my wife’s feet while restrained and beaten? Is that slight rough spot on the carpet the same that left me with a nice red patch on one knee as I dived after a fleeing foot? And how did the couch stand up to the thrashing of three adults at various points during the last two days?
But it’s the bedroom that catches me off guard. As if in a dream I walk to the end of the bed and stare down. Despite the fact it’s been slept in I can just make out the imprint of hands through the crumpled sheets. Without realizing it I’m back in that same position and the echo of pain from the final shot rips my breath from my body for a moment. I turn and stare at my reflection wondering what that mirror would have shown if I’d looked last night. Are the eyes staring back at me the same as those that were there just a few short days ago?
Another image flutters at the edge of sight, lying curled on that bed, Angel and totally_evil bringing me back from the edge with gentle touches and gentler words. And I smile. No the eyes aren’t the same, they’re more at peace with the world, opened to another facet of life after not only surviving the journey but also looking forward to the next opportunity…
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what an incredible read, my eyes were flying across the words, lapping them up 
, that was quite an experience. Thanks for writing about it. 
