Craig Esposito - Katie_s Pain Lesson

When Jason stood up on the bed behind me and jammed his cock up my spread pussy I even forgot to breath. But I sure as hell didn't forget how to come as his cock was a very firm wedge up my sucking pussy as I rocked back on forth on the rod holding me in place.

His hands dug into her harnessed tits, pinching my rock hard nipples as my pussy pulled him even deeper in me.

God! what a fuck. It was out of this world. The combination of pain, bondage and fucking was devastating on all of my senses. Each sense was totally alive: touch had shattered nerve endings to register, sound was our combined grunts and groans, sight was viewing my bound body, smell encompassed our sweating bodies and sex juices, I even tasted the salt of sweat on my lips. All were registering erotic messages that turned my climax into a multi one that I reveled in with each thrust of his swollen cock into my willing body.

I screamed my damned head off in passion and mixed pain as I hung there. His hands dug into me. His cock pounded. Sweat stung my paddle heated ass. Then he was coming. Filling me to overflowing. Triggering even harder spasms of lust and passion.

With his last spurt of man juice up my very receptive body, Jason pulled away from my hanging body and stepped off the bed.

"Don't go away, I'll be right back."

Right. As if I could go anywhere bound as I was.

Tearing eyes watched his form walk out of the room and on their return trip across the room caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. Jesus Fucking Christ was I ever something to see!

Black leather straps all over me. My hanging hair did little to hide the straps cutting into and separating my bloated boobies. The supporting waist strap looked like it was severing me. The thinner straps going between my legs held my puffy pussy lips wide apart as they did my ass cheeks.

I mean I was totally open in that area that just happened to show ample evidence of recent activity. Then of course there were the straps on my legs and the bands to my ankles holding me to the spreader bar. And a bright red ass trimmed by the straps showed vividly against the whiteness of the rest of my bound form.

Yep, I was quite a sight all right. And raring to go for round two. Or three or twenty.

I wondered where Jason had gone off to, hoping he wouldn't be gone for long as I slowly swayed to my attached rod.

Blowing a strand of hair out of my mouth I heard voices approaching. Recognizing that fact, I gave them my full attention.

"Yes, sir," came a female voice.

"I want to give her a good demonstration of the things we got, for future reference."

"Perfectly understandable, sir."

That voice I recognized as good old Charles, his valet who had paddled my ass on a previous occasion. As the three of them entered the room I recognized Betsy, the maid whose ass Jason had pinched my first night there. Obviously it was going to be a very special night for me.

I smiled at them as they entered. I really couldn't help it. I was too damned excited not to. Maybe I'd get my first, hopefully the first of many, tastes of female loving, along with being double teamed by good old Charles and Jason to boot.

Oh, yea, the possibilities were endless as I swayed before them at the end of Jason's bed locked in my harness.

"Oh my, oh my," came from Betsy as her eyes opened to their widest upon seeing me decked out in my new toy. Her eyes make a quick rotation around my body, stopping for a telling pause at my blistered, strap opened ass. No doubt what captured her attention.

Charles just smiled his enduring smile and let his eyes take of full perusal of all I had to offer. He was well acquainted with my ass from my previous paddling and he nodded his head when he saw it was again well warmed. But he seemed to pay particular attention to my bluish titties as they hung down between the straps.

Oh, yea, the possibilities were endless indeed.

"Hi," I greeted them with a smile. "Come to join the fun?"

"Yes, miss," came from both Betsy and Charles at the same time. Betsy gave me a bobbing curtsy as Charles gave a slight bow in my direction. How about that, I thought, very polite servants.

"Betsy, unpack the rest of the bags and set out our purchases for selection and use," Jason instructed her as he pointed to the bags carried to the room upon arrival earlier.

"Yes, sir. In any particular order, sir?"

"No, random will do for now. When you are finished, please remove your clothing."

"Yes, sir, as you wish."

Those words, spoken by both Jason and Betsy, spoke volumes. What few doubts I had had concerning Jason and Betsy getting it on together were vanished forever.

I couldn't help but smile at that conclusion and the others I was making as Charles began removing his jacket and rolling up his sleeves. Of course he kept his black vest on, which for some reason, excited me like hell.

"I think we should start with an experiment in expansion, don't you Charles," Jason asked as the two of them approached my bound body.

"Of course, sir. The possibilities must be examined. To the fullest, sir?"

"I believe so. After all, we will need the knowledge for future use, won't we."

"Correct, sir. The spreader bar attached to the ceiling for easy accessibility, sir?"

"Sounds reasonable to me. Take care of it, will you?"

"My pleasure, sir."

I was fairly sure what their words entailed but when Charles took a length of rope from a nearby dresser and slid it over a hook in the ceiling about four feet in front of me, I was sure of what was to happen.

A quick loop of the end of the rope slid around the hook and he pulled it snugly. The other end he brought to the spreader bar holding my ankles apart. He looped it over the bar and began to pull. Naturally my feet and body followed as my feet went up and my head went back. The rod behind my back attached to the strap around my waist made me arch as my feet rose higher and higher.

Charles was no slouch. He pulled that damned rope as tight as he could. My feet reached for the ceiling as the rest of my bound body laid over the rod at my back. My head hung down, elbows flopped in the air but my bound wrists to the rod keep them from going far. My strap opened pussy and ass was facing the center of the room as I began to contemplate their words about the experiment in expansion.

My guess?

Soon both pussy and asshole would be introduced to the variety of dildos we had charged to Jason's plastic. Turning my head in Betsy's direction I looked at them lined up across the top of one of the dressers.

Quite a sight, they were.

I had gone a bit overboard in grabbing dildos at the sex shop, selecting a good dozen of them in assorted colors, styles and sizes, with and without simulated balls. Each and every one of them paraded across the dresser. Each looked eager to work as designed.

In me!

What a thought!

Betsy must have thought so too, as I noticed her hands caressing several of them as she went about her assigned chore of emptying the shopping bags. The crinkle of paper, the clink of items being placed on available surfaces, and her handling of them informed me that Betsy was eagerly looking forward to upcoming events.

So was I.

Placing the last article on a table, Betsy began to disrobe. I noted that it didn't take her long to accomplish that task, showing years of practice as the flimsy maid uniform was quickly removed, followed by hoses, garter belt and shoes.

What a body!

A very colorful body at that.

Betsy was a short gal, but what she had was dynamite. Big titted. Huge nipples, I mean it was a good three inches from the end of her nipples to the cream colored tit flesh. I had never heard of such big nipples, let alone seen any that big. They really drew the eyes to them, that and the marks, too.