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She finished tying the cord tightly around my wrists
and pulled them toward my ankles while Sara peered causally outside the
hotel window. Both women were stunning. Each wore long leather boots, thin
stockings, and the smallest black thongs you can imagine. My eyes remained
glued on my girlfriends ass while her friend aggressively restrained my
hands to my ankles.
"You okay, babe?" I asked laying there completely naked.
"Shut up, slave!" Her friend grabbed my cock and balls, pulling them out
from between my legs.
"Ah!" I gasp. "Sorry, mistress."
She started wrapping the cord around my junk and I wheezed at her
ignorance of how sensitive a cock is. She had definitely done this before.
My girlfriend and I always try to increase the excitement of our sex life.
We can be pretty kinky, and we have experimented with bondage before, but
she was actually the one who proposed a three-way with a curious friend of
hers. I always knew she was bisexual and was definitely not opposed to the
idea. So we met up for drinks, chatted it up, she seemed nice, was
definitely hot, and the next thing I know we're hitting up a hotel. It was
mostly the two of us talking, while I got to know her. My girlfriend just
milked her drink and listened, kinda distant, but she already knew her.
Her friend found me cute saying she liked the tall, skinny pale gingers. I
was the only guy, so I was outnumbered and dubbed the first to go and
she'd be the next in line for some bondage play.
She had wrapped the cord several times around my balls and then my shaft,
then pulled it up and wrapped it a few times around my arms and chest.
Every few minutes she'd tug and make the restraints tighter.
"Damn!" I cough. "You're a pro at this. I don't think I'll be able to do
as good as a job as yours."
She stood and pushed me onto my side with her foot then walked over and
pulled out a lime green ball gag from the duffel bag we brought that
waited on the bed.
"Open," she said firmly.
..."OK," I replied. "How far are we going with this? Is there a time
limited before it's my turn? Don't I get a safe word..."
"We'll go as far as we want," she said and tied the ball tightly into my
mouth.
My teeth quickly bit into the hard rubbery ball, my tongue was shoved
back, and my lips couldn't even touch as the ball was pulled across the
edge of my lips. Sara turned and watched, almost mournfully.
"MMmph!" I had to gasp as she finished strapping it into place.
"There," she said giving my ass a hard slap. "There's no way his hairy
Irish ass is getting out of that."
She stood, walked back to the bed and zipped up the bag. My heart began to
rush. The only thing I could jerk around was my head. When I pulled on my
restraints, they only squeezed around my body tighter. Sara walked over to
the bed and sat while her friend pulled on the shirt she had excitedly
pulled off no more than 15 minutes ago.
"We need to talk," Sara finally spoke. "For the longest time, I was
worried you were going to quickly loose interest and move on, so I always
tried to up the kink to match your sex drive, but I can't take it anymore.
I know you cheated on me, and I tried to move past it, but I realized I
deserve better."
And with that, she got dressed while her friend fixed her makeup in the
bathroom. Despite my desperate yet muffled pleas and struggles, she
finished putting her clothes back on as if I wasn't even there. She even
folded my clothes and laid them neatly on the bed.
"Don't worry," her friend said as they head out. "This kinda stuff happens
all the time, but if you really want your privacy, I'll leave the 'Do Not
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