A surprise for Sally (BDSM erotica)

It was a surprise for Sally. As soon as she walked in the door I took her. One arm went around her chest while my other hand slid up the inside of her thigh, underneath her skirt, over the stockings to the black silk panties she was obliged to wear.

“Take me, Sir,” she said softly, letting her head loll back against my chest.

“We’ll see.”

Her mouth opened to accept the red sponge ball and I fixed the tape over it with the hand that had been up her skirt. Still holding her against me I pulled her arm back, looping rope around her wrist, then broke away to finish the tie. It was simple, effective, her hands tied behind her back.

I led her up the stairs to the bedroom. In front of the full length mirrors on the wardrobe door I unbuttoned her great suit jacket, pulling at her white t-shirt and black bra until her breasts were exposed. Her eyes looked down to the floor and her cheeks flushed, the humiliation of being stripped eating in to her. I held her head up, made her look as I unfasten the zip on the side of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Black suspenders and nylon stockings and her black silky panties were revealed and once more she felt shame. I felt her shame. It spurred me on.

I almost threw her onto the bed, grabbing rope from the bedside table and quickly binding her feet at the ankles. I saved an extra loop of rope to pass beneath the souls of her court shoes, holding the heels in place and making what would come next a little more uncomfortable for her.

More rope. A long length that I looped behind her knees and back, drawing her thighs towards her chest and repeating it so that her shoulders were pulled down too. It held her in a seated position on the mattress. Perfect for what was to come.

Gently I stroked her hair, smiling as she looked up at me with her eyes alive with uncertainty and hope. What would happen next was entirely in my gift and she had no idea what it would be. Pleasure or punishment or both. Or something worse.

“You know I said I had a fantasy about tying up the maid?” I whispered in her ear.

She looked at me, unsure if what she’d heard was real.

I smiled and left her, walking backwards to the en suite just so I could see the fear and realisation in her eyes. I opened the door and reached inside, lifting up the package I’d prepared so carefully just a few minutes before Sally arrived. A small package, barely five feet one, slender and light. It made such delightful noises as I carried it to the bed and placed it beside my wife.

Toey, the student who worked for us as a maid twice a week, cleaning our house. The maid who had stumbled across the playroom when Sally had forgotten to lock the door. The maid who I had found in there a day ago when I came home early.

“Turns out,” I whispered to Sally, “that she had a fantasy about being tied up too.”

She had been wearing a small black skirt and a loose black blouse when I tied her. I’d ripped it open and pulled her bra down so that her nipples rubbed gently against the flesh coloured tights she wore. Her bondage was identical to Sally’s, even down to the white tape that covered their ball filled mouths.

Sally started struggling, trying to get out of the ropes. I watched her closely, Toey too, waiting for signs that this had gone too far. Her efforts faded in a minute or so, leaving her panting and breathless. She settled, looking at her fellow captive.

“I think it’ll be fun to have the two of you tied up for a while,” I said, sitting on the end of the bed. “Toey and I had a nice long chat yesterday and I think she’ll do just fine here. You’ll be pleased to hear she likes girls as well as boys, Sally, so you can expect some pleasure from her from time to time.”

Sally groaned. She’d never identified as gay or bi, so receiving and giving pleasure to other women was an uncomfortable penance for her. She did it because it was required of her.

“Toey and I have had a lovely afternoon of bondage together, but I think it’s time for me to finish off now,” I said.

There was a slight shake of the head from Sally, but nothing more. She looked at me almost pleading with her eyes not to have to watch. Where was the fun in that?

I pulled Toey to the edge of the bed and pushed her onto her side. She grunted as she landed, but remained passive. I brushed the hair out of her face and looked into her eyes. Her small brown eyes looked back at me, alight with the moment. I tapped my finger on her pussy and there was the faintest of nods.

I unfastened the fly of my trousers and took my cock out. It was already growing, anticipating what was to come. My fingers probed into Toey’s pussy, now becoming wet again and swelling a little as excitement took her. I tore at the soft nylon covering her sex, creating the hole that I needed. A condom packet came and went, the latex sheath rolled down my engorged member as I stood over her.

It wasn’t love making. It was brutal fucking. I pushed into Toey hard, making her cry out as I penetrated her. The angle was uncomfortable and her position on the bed not the easiest, but we managed. I went deep inside, so deep I made her cry in pain.

As I fucked her she cried out. All afternoon I’d tormented her, making her cum over and over, but never penetrating her. This final act of penetration was the hardest for her. It was crude. It was unforgiving. It was using her. And yet as she cried and as tears flowed down her face she held her hands out, not once wanting to clench them tight and signal an end.

Sally watched on. Her eyes darted from Toey to me to her own reflection. She was confused, horrified, excited.

Toey came again. Her eyes rolled up into her head and her body juddered, convulsing a half dozen times before she settled. I was still inside her, still pounding, but it was irrelevant now.

Sally’s eyes widened as I withdrew. I went round the bed and eased her onto her side, positioning her so that she was facing the other woman, looking into one another’s eyes. I discarded the condom, tossing it onto Toey and landing it on her cheek with unexpected accuracy before sliding another on. My hands pulled at her panties, tearing them away before I penetrated her, causing her to let out a long, muffled gasp.

Just like with Toey I fucked her cold and hard. I pounded into her, surprised by how wet she was. I thought she might have resisted, but the pleasure she got from humiliation was too great. There was no effort for her though, just a determination to lie still and be used.

Only her eyes never once moved from the other woman’s. They looked at one another, bonded by humiliation and submission. Sisters united by the degradation of being fucked so coldly.

It was time. I’d held on as long as I could, but no more. I pressed in, holding myself as hard against her as I dared and feeling my cock twitch as I ejaculated into the rubber. It was release and I let out a grunt to help my body relax.

I came out of her, pulling the condom off and holding it by the end. I thought about dribbling it onto Sally, only decided against it for fear of tormenting her too much. Instead I tied the end and tossed it in the bin, collecting the one off Toey’s face on the way. When I came back the two women were where I’d left them and both were sobbing.

Carefully I helped them both back to their seated positions. Sally watched me intensely and I wasn’t entirely sure what emotions were rushing around inside her. She had the same look she had whenever she had been thoroughly degraded, only there was an extra edge to it. I checked her, made sure she was OK before moving onto Toey. As soon as she was in the seated position she let her head go forward onto her knees and continued crying. I lifted her head, brushing her fine black hair from her face and caught the smile in her eyes.

For a few moments I stepped back and looked at them both on the bed. They were exhausted and dishevelled, their faces flushed from tears and emotion and exertion. An outsider walking in might have seen them and launched a scathing attack on me as an abuser, a rapist or worse. They wouldn’t see the subtle and not-so subtle signs that told me as intense as this appeared everyone had enjoyed it.

I went to untie Toey’s wrists, her bonds having been in place the longest. Her head snapped up and she shook her head. I looked over at Sally and she too signalled she didn’t want to be released. A little loosening was all I gave them, enough to let blood flow a little more freely.

“Fifteen minutes,” I said and settled into the chair in the corner of the bedroom. My book was on the cabinet beside it and I started to read.

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