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Chapter 7
It had been more than a month since Scott and Lauren had each experienced inescapable bondage and sexual discovery. Scott told Lauren how aroused he had been to see her strictly bound and punished, and he admitted that he'd wanted to do things like that to her for a long time but hadn't had the nerve to tell her. His main concern was that, at the end of the day, she enjoyed the explosive mix of pain and pleasure and humiliation. Scott also admitted that he had enjoyed being tied up while he watched her ordeal. But he couldn't bring himself to talk about what happened when she was resting, or to have her send for the picture of his face impaled on the man's thick cock.
As a result of their conversations, they had visited a sex shop together and bought the rudiments of a BDSM collection: a harness ball gag, a small flogger, and two sex toys - a medium sized dildo, and a vibrating butt plug. Trying to be frugal, they augmented these essentials with clothespins and more rope. They looked at porn together and decided on pictures they both found arousing, and then tried to recreate the scene using the equipment at their disposal. Often their limited collection made it necessary to modify the original scene, but they enjoyed the creativity involved. The main problem was the lack of attachment points and specialized furniture in Lauren's room, but they screwed a hook into the ceiling (they'd have to fill it when the year ended) and otherwise made do with the bed and chairs.
Although Scott still did most of the tying, he occasionally let himself be overpowered and tormented when his girlfriend was feeling particularly dominant. He enjoyed the feeling of straining again the ropes, and he loved having clothespins on his nipples and the butt plug humming in his ass. He also loved being tied in such a way that Lauren could mount herself on top of his face and grind her pussy and clit against him. One of his most humiliating and erotic moments came when she tied him in a tight spreadeagle, then left him there ballgagged while she took a shower, only to return, remove the gag, and sit facing away from him with her pussy on his mouth and his nose inescapably pressed right up to her clean asshole.
Still, Lauren felt bad that her topping skills were pretty limited. Scott was clearly investing a lot of time and energy in learning how to set up complex positions and predicaments for her, and, although lots of abstract ideas were always arising, she had trouble converting them into reality. My sister has great spatial skills, she thought to herself enviously one afternoon. Fat lot of good it does her! But an idea was forming in her head for how to give Scott a better experience. His birthday was coming up the next week, and she thought that it would be a great surprise for him.
Sitting down at her computer, she once again opened the anonymous email account and wrote to the man who had introduced them both to real bondage:
Hi! It's me again. So much has happened since my boyfriend and I came to your place last time. We both learned all kinds of things from you, and it helped us to be way more open with each other. But I still kind of suck at dominating him. So, I was thinking, do you play with guys too? If so, maybe you could do both of us at the same time. That way he could get tied up by someone who really knows what he's doing, but he would also see me getting tied up as well. It's his birthday next weekend and I think he would love it (I bet I'd have fun too). Anyway, let me know!
She read his reply the following morning:
Sounds like fun. I think I can show you both a good time. Just make sure that he doesn't cum for three days before our date.
She organized a time, convinced Scott not to masturbate for a few days (she said she'd give him the best blow job of his life on his birthday), and then, when the day arrived, blindfolded him and drove him to the man's house. In his excited state, and without having had any release for several days, the blindfold was enough to make him start feeling aroused. When she took it off and he saw where they were, his cock responded immediately with a tingling sensation.
"We're here?" he said in surprise. "Trust me," she said, leading him to the door and ringing the bell. The man opened after a few beats, again wearing a mask over his face. He led the couple into the equipment room where he had strung up Scott and used his mouth on their previous visit. This was Lauren's first look at the vast collection that had been amassed to restrain, pleasure, and torment those people lucky enough to experience its potential. He turned to the nervous couple. "You have half an hour," he said. "The only rule is, neither of you is allowed to cum. Use anything you want... just don't break anything, or the punishment will be severe." He turned around and left.
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