I was wondering what else Karen would bring back with her when she walked back into the living room with the entire box. She put it down next to me and put her hands on my shoulders.
“Please kneel in front of Sarah,” she told me. I went down to my knees and she took out my collar and leash from the box, buckled the collar snugly around my neck and attached the leash.
“I usually handcuff him too,” she said, “because a lot of times I just want to use his mouth.”
“Oh,” Sarah said.
Karen took the handcuffs out the box, pulled my wrists behind my back and cuffed them together.
“Now I’m all set to make him do whatever I want,” she said, standing behind me.
“God, that’s so hot Karen. It must feel so powerful holding that leash.”
“Here, take it and see what it feels like.”
Karen handed the leash to Sarah and she just sat there holding it, seemingly lost in thought. I felt truly objectified to be naked, handcuffed and on my knees with a raging hard-on in front of my wife’s older sister as she held me on a leash.
“Hmm, it’s getting pretty hot in here,” she finally said. “I could certainly think of something to do with this leash.”
Karen went back to the sofa and sat down, and then she really stunned me.
“Go ahead.”
“What?” said Sarah.
“I know what you’re thinking about, so go ahead and use him. You’re okay with it, aren’t you Jack?”
“Uh, whatever you want, Karen”
“See Sarah, it’s okay. Go for it.”
“Right here in front of you?”
“Yes, go ahead… I want you to.”
“Oh… no, I couldn’t, it would be too weird.”
“I dare you. Double dare you.”
There was a long silence and time seemed to stand still. Then Sarah put the leash down beside her and stood up, looking into my eyes as she slowly unzipped her jeans and pushed them down along with her underwear. She kicked them aside and sat back down, parted her long legs and I was staring at a moist shaved pussy in front of me.
The thrill of going down on a woman, for me, was always tied to a desire to please a woman I was emotionally connected to… giving pleasure to someone who I wanted to give pleasure to. This felt very different, as I barely knew Sarah at this point.
But I found myself having very conflicting feelings, because the thought of being required to eat out a woman I had only recently met felt like… total servitude. I felt like just an object with a mouth that was about to be used, and the feeling was incredibly erotic. This is how a woman would feel submitting to a stranger, I thought.
All of this went through my head and made my cock throb as Sarah picked my leash back up and began pulling my face to her crotch. I crawled forward on my knees and my face was between her thighs, and she kept pulling my leash until my mouth reached her wet pussy.
She moaned when I touched my lips to it and began tracing it with my tongue and gasped when I pushed it inside her. She grabbed the back of my head to hold me in place and pulled on the leash as she began grinding against my face.
She must have been really turned on as she came very quickly, gushing into my mouth and crying out in a way that sounded a lot like Karen. I kept on gently exploring her as she continued moaning until her breathing slowly returned to normal.
“Oh God, I can’t believe I did that. Well, I needed it after talking to you two!” she said.
“He’s pretty good with his tongue, isn’t he?”
“Yes, he is.”
I withdrew my wet face from between her legs but stayed on my knees as Sarah put her pants back on.
“God, I still can’t believe I did that,” she said with a nervous laugh. “Well… I’ve sure learned a lot tonight… I really appreciate you guys sharing!”
“I thought you’d be interested,” said Karen. “Jack, didn’t I tell you Sarah would be interested?”
“That you did,” I said.
It was quiet for moment until Sarah broke the silence.
“So, let me ask you something else,” Sarah began hesitatingly.
“What would that be, Big Sister?” said Karen.
“Would it, um… God, I’m really embarrassed to ask this, but would it be too soon for another whipping? I’m kind of dying to see that.”
“What do you think, Jack? Should we show Sarah our den?”
“Um, yes, that would be okay,” I said.
“Are you sure? I’d love for her to see the way you move.”
“Yes Karen, it’s okay.”
“Well then let’s go downstairs. Sarah, I’ll bring this box of toys and you can take Jack’s leash and follow me.”
The humiliation I felt being naked around these two fully clothed women, and being led downstairs on a leash by the one who I hardly knew, was intoxicating… I felt myself in a kind of subspace I had never known before, and it felt wonderful. My cock stayed hard and bounced up and down as I followed them down the steps.
We entered the den as Karen flipped on the lights. Sarah’s eyes were immediately drawn to the dangling chains overhead.
“Oh wow,” she exclaimed, “you’ve really got kind of a medieval thing going on here!”
“Jack installed these chains just last weekend, he’s a real home improvement guy,” Karen said with a laugh. “Bring him over right here, under the chains.”
Sarah positioned me as Karen put the box down and went to the closet to retrieve the stepladder. After removing my handcuffs and buckling the leather cuffs on my wrists she climbed up it, and I raised my arms to she could attach the quick links to my wrists.
Then she went to each side of the room and moved away the potted plant and accent cabinet to reveal the coiled chains mounted to the baseboards. “Oh my God,” said Sarah, “this is so freaking hot!”
After extending the chains Karen buckled the ankle cuffs on me and attached them, and once again my body formed an X as I stood naked and completely vulnerable in the center of the room.
“Why don’t you have a seat Sarah,” Karen said, pointing to the small couch facing us, “and we’ll give you a little show.”
“A show!” Sarah said with delight as she took her seat, “God, this is just like in the movies Karen!”
“Exactly,” Karen said, as I stood in full display in front of Sarah, who was almost glassy-eyed with anticipation of seeing me whipped. When I saw her rub her crotch through her jeans I felt objectified to my core, like an animal in some kind of cruel circus, about to be flogged in front of an audience and made to dance under the whip for their amusement. My stomach was in knots and I felt light-headed.
Karen moved in front of me and to my relief she had pulled the Scottish tawse out of our toy box, not the signal whip. I really didn’t think I could bear another session with the signal whip, and I didn’t want to have use a safe word in front of Sarah; maybe it was a macho thing, but I felt compelled to show her what a good slave I was.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this, Jack?” she asked me. “I want to whip you hard, so Sarah can see the way it makes you move.”
“Yes, I’m okay with it Karen.”
“Then kiss the whip,” she said, holding it to my lips.
“Oh my God,” Sarah said as I kissed the leather tawse, absent-mindedly rubbing her crotch harder.