Jessica and Peter both set about my arms first. She was to my left and he was to
my right. The ropes start at the wrist and criss-cross every two inches or so, right up
to the top, so soon my arms were held totally immobile. Then the same was done to my
legs. I have pierced ears, so the attachments were moved alongside my head and the rings
put through my ear piercings. I could move my head, just, but not far. Afterwards the
band across my forehead was pulled tightly in place, ending even that option. Straps
around my waist and chest, plus a looser one round my neck were next, then - I suspect
more for the effect it causes than anything else - Peter swung the bar in front of my face
and pushed the large plug into my mouth, forcing my lips and teeth apart and preventing
any possibility of complaint. My fingers were next, with thin nylon cords wrapping each
individual finger and thumb to the ends of the arm boards every half inch or so. This was
starting to get quite claustrophobic, but both of them were attentively checking my state
of mind as if they expected me to call a halt any second. But, as you know by now, I am a
woman of my word, so no chance of that - even if I could have spoken.
The straps round each toe and my legs and feet completed the feeling of being
totally encased. For whatever reason, they did not fit a blindfold or the earplugs to cut
off sight and sound, but I wasn’t about to complain. It is strange to be so ‘fixed’, when
all you can move are your eyes. I tried to see what they were up to, but could not. The
next thing I saw was Jessica - her skirt pulled up and her panties crudely pushed to one
side - with Peter in a passionate embrace which was clearly, by the positioning, meant for
me to see. This message of how helpless I was at that moment was rammed home when Peter
bent Jessica back across the table so that she was leaning on me, then proceeded to
penetrate her in that position, her weight taking my breath away. Not that she’s at all
heavy, but when you cannot adjust your body in any way, the lightest of loads probably
feels heavy.
Half way through he turned her face down so her breasts were resting on me, one
nestling delightfully through her blouse into the valley of my crotch, while he took her
from behind, either vaginally or anally - I couldn’t be sure. She had climaxed noisily a
few times before he pulled her up, making her disappeared from my view. I had a stupid
panic reaction when Peter loosened the wing-nuts and moved the position of the table so
that my feet were up in the air and my head about 18 inches from the floor, almost
inverted. There is something not nice about being moved that way when you can’t control
it. Soon enough I found myself facing a glistening wet erection, and there was no
surprise when the plug in my mouth was replaced by a plug of a far more intimate - and
satisfying - nature. I managed for a few moments to lose myself in subservient service of
a more familiar kind, and the combined taste of two people I love.
But of course this didn’t last long. Try as I may to encourage Peter to stay in
my mouth, all movement apart from my lips and tongue was necessarily left to him, and he
wanted more. So all too soon the cold hard plug was replaced and I was moved back to the
horizontal. The trouble with the table is that whoever is in control can move the
occupant’s arms into any position from by her side to vertically above her head - no
problem there - but also the legs from close together to a splits position. Plenty of
dance and keep fit classes mean I normally have no problems with the splits, but here I
could not position myself, it was being done for me with scant regard to my comfort. With
my arms clamped above my head my legs were parted until I was moaning from the pain. This
was obviously a test to see where my pain started, and thankfully he backed off until it
was no longer agony, just bloody uncomfortable. And then they fitted the vibros. One
front and one rear. In a moment of merciful thought he lubricated the rear one before he
slid it onto me. The front one was a particularly ugly device which had a ‘finger’ in
front which stimulates the clitoris while the body of it is inside - both body and finger
have separate controls. Once inserted my legs were pulled back together until the only
discomfort was from the devices inside me being clamped by the tops of my thighs. The
lights were dimmed to ‘cosy’, and I was moved almost vertical, almost standing. Then he
switched the vibros on full.
Imagine the scene if you will, and I am sure you will! Poor Dominique, laced
down to the table which was almost upright, not able to move anything anywhere apart from
her eyes, gradually being overcome by the triple stimulation from below. My arms above my
head, for what reason I can only guess. And there before me Peter making long, slow love
to his assumed wife while his real wife could only watch and wish. Although I seriously
believe Jessica always has great concern for me at all times, I know first hand that Peter
has a way of making a girl forget anything other than what he is doing, and soon she was
completely absorbed in his attentions to her. She was still dressed when they started,
but he gradually stripped her until she wore only her stockings, suspenders and heels. He
stood up right in front of me and had her kneel before him in perhaps the ultimate gesture
of male domination, her lips sliding up and down his cock while his right hand held a
fistful of her hair behind her head and pulled her on and off him. I am surprised how
powerful men seem to feel in this position - firstly they do not realise who is really in
control - witness the woman who backs off his cock until he’s begging her to continue, and
secondly they do not seem to be able to comprehend we actually like fellatio provided they
do not treat us too roughly. Again, I suspect, to demonstrate his position of power over
me at that moment, he reached across and took the plug from my mouth, then pulled the now
gasping Jessica up to force her to kiss me full on the mouth, obviously relishing the
thought that his cock had been there moments before. No problems from me there, though.
Then he pulled her down again, gave her several more thrusts and then repeated the whole
cycle.
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