Em & Mike Ch. 16: Day One

Further adventures of Emily and Mike (names changed). Can be read in series or standalone, background in Part 1.

For Regular Readers: Hey there, just a reminder that Emily and Mike's visits to BDSM Manor take place a year prior to BDSM Manor 1. The new slave.

Tess-O'Meter -- Amber.

-X

I took a deep, shaky breath, as my wrists were secured to the frame. Then another.

This was so hard for me. I was usually restrained in cuffs that had a release.

Not tonight. Tonight it was for really, real, not just mine and Mike's version of real.

I had a minder close by, who knew the risk of genuine panic and could release me in seconds.

It had also been pointed out to me that I had never needed to release myself during play.

True, but that was with Mike. Tonight Mike was opposite me. Also naked and bound to a display frame.

Tonight we were going under together.

-X

Following our visit to BDSM Manor and seeing more of what Sadie got up to in her role as a Mistress, she had invited Mike and I back for a longer visit.

It had been confirmed that I would be collaborating with Sadie on her book, and I was looking forward to it, but Sadie felt that we should have the complete manor experience.

Mike had thoroughly enjoyed himself last time, so after juggling some vacation time, and pulling in some favors, we were back. This time to do more than watch.

We had arrived Friday afternoon, and both been quizzed by Sadie, together and separately about what the weekend would bring.

We were still very much guests. Mike and I played for fun and switched dom/sub roles, so were unsuitable to become members of BDSM Manor even if we had the time and money (which we don't!).

Sadie had suggested that Saturday, Mike use the facilities of the manor in his role as master, and on Sunday I do the same as mistress.

We thought that a great idea, and then she threw the curveball.

She wanted us both to submit to her Friday night. Not directly to her, she knew I would find that uncomfortable, having to work with her afterwards, but she wanted to set something up for us.

Her idea was intriguing.

She wanted to put us on display. Exposed, naked and in bondage in the garden.

We would be gagged, but able to see each other, and see what was done to each other by passing members.

We would set each other's limits, so were in effect submitting to each other, at the same time.

Mike and I discussed it with a combination of terror and great excitement.

Mike wasn't bothered by the idea of being on display. He's not an exhibitionist, but he's also not shy. He sees his body very much as a tool, which he works hard to keep in good condition.

The idea was very different for me. I felt very vulnerable even thinking about it.

Let's face it, I'm a middle-aged woman and well, there's that thing called gravity.

Which sucks.

Everything down.

Mike dismissed this concern with the ease of someone who hasn't even reached his prime yet, but he made one good point.

When would I ever get another chance to do something this free, this daring, this unlike myself?

He also pointed out that we had seen every size and shape of person, mostly walking around in next to nothing. No one was going to judge us here.

In actual fact, a high percentage of the male population of the manor were in very lickable (I mean nice) shape, but Mike hadn't noticed this as he hadn't been eyeballing the guys!

Excited and nervous, we had agreed. Eek!

-X

I was so tense, it was painful to swallow, as my ankle cuffs were attached to short chains.

I was now completely helpless, attached to the display frame which was something like a wonky cross.

I could shift my feet a little, move my balance to stay comfortable, over what Sadie had advised would be a couple of hours.

I couldn't move my feet together though, they were just that little bit too spread to allow me to bring my knees, or thighs together.

This was excruciatingly embarrassing. My arousal was such, I swear I was wet down to my knees.

The arms of the cross hung low, so my wrists were secured just below waist level, but spread out.

This meant my body was open and exposed, but I wasn't going to lose sensation in my extremities.

I was again in a guest hood, so the top half of my face and my hair was covered by the back silk.

There was a gag in my mouth, not uncomfortable, but all I could make were muffled moans and groans.

I had a hand signal for my minder in case of claustrophobia induced anxiety, but I had watched Mike submit with such confidence, I was dammed if I was going to let it spoil this experience for me.

I was exhibited on the side of a paved, curved path, quite discreetly surrounded by hedges, with the strong scent of roses nearby.

Mike was facing me on the other side of the path, in identical bondage.

He was also unable to hide his arousal and his eyes were on me, like blue lasers pining me through the eye holes in his mask.

Sadie had arranged for a lovely lady called Mistress Sonja to set us up, and she held my gaze for a few moments as she finished and stepped back.

I managed an approximation of a smile around the gag, and tried to murmur, "Thank you, Mistress." It came out more like "frewweuussss," but she smiled and seemed to understand perfectly.

After checking on Mike, she blew us both a kiss and left us.

There we were, gazing at each other, naked in bondage, with just a guy who looked disturbingly like my old science teacher (our minder, Tim) watching us.

Really not weird at all!

It was only a few minutes before we heard people approaching down the path.

My eyes widened and I stared at Mike, who just winked at me.

Cocky sod.

He wasn't so cocky when he saw what came around the corner.

Leading the pack (and I mean pack) was a woman in the height of BDSM Haute Couture.

Her corseted waist pulled into an hourglass shape, leather pants and gloves, more buckles and straps than you would see on your average parachuting SEAL.

Red hair artfully falling over one eye and gliding down to her waist. She looked like a Dominatrix Jessica Rabbit.

(Though one could argue that Jessica Rabbit looks like a Dominatrix anyway!)

Behind this vision, which made Mike's cock stand to attention faster than any Navy SEAL has ever done, came two slaves.

Both were on all hands and knees and attached to their mistress by collars and leashes.

They wore pads that covered their legs from knees to feet (necessary when crawling around on paving slabs and gravel) and their hands were in mitten type padded gloves, creating paws.

They both had bone shaped name tags on their collars and ears sticking out of the tops of their head.

I assume the ears were attached to some sort of hidden hair band and not a weird modification done on the top floor of the manor. Sadie had sworn an oath that nothing worse than tattoos and piercing took place up there.

As I'm allergic to needles, I hadn't gone up to verify.

When they drew level with us, one of the slaves got excited and tried to move forward with the clear intention of having a good sniff at Mike's crotch.

I snorted with amusement at the alarm on his face, clear even behind the mask and gag.

"Puppy-Boy, sit," the mistress demanded, and both slaves plonked their butts firmly on the ground.

Yea, welcome to weirdsville.

"Good Evening, Mistress Tania," Tim said, "lovely night for a walk."

"Hello Tim, yes it's a beautiful evening," she replied, before bending down and giving both of her (okay I give in) puppies a good head rub.

They nuzzled against her, and both sat and begged for a treat. I could see Mike rolling his eyes.

None of this was our sort of thing at all, but you know what? They weren't hurting anyone, and they were having fun, so who cares!

Treats devoured, Mistress Tania released the leashes, causing them both to quiver with excitement.

She clicked her fingers and called the Puppy-Girl to her. Puppy-Boy practically danced in place.

It was actually pretty cute the way his butt would half sink, and then spring back up, the way dogs do when they just can't contain their excitement. I was grinning behind the mask.

Mistress Tania pointed at Mike, "Puppy-Girl, go play," she instructed.

Okay, so here's the thing.

Yes, I'm interrupting the story again at a good bit, and yes, I know it winds you up when I do that. Have you not realized yet, I do it on purpose?

I'm not completely daft. I knew that Sadie and most likely John were close by, and I knew that they wouldn't let anything too 'hard core' happen to us.

They were probably just down the path pissing themselves laughing right now.

Before we had left for our 'experience', Sadie had pulled me aside for some clarification. As I said before, Mike and I had set each other's limits for this game, but Sadie was concerned.

One of the limits that I had set for Mike, was that he wasn't to be touched by a male dom or sub. I didn't think the possibility had even occurred to him, but I knew that if he was played with, fondled or whatever, by a man, it would feel very intrusive to him. Like a violation.

Sadie confirmed that Mike had not thought to set any such limit with me and women.

I thought this over, grateful for Sadie's care, but to be honest, by the time you get to my age you've probably been touched by a fair number of women. Medical check-ups and whatnot. It's not that big a deal.

I also knew that as a straight woman, I get turned on by the idea of two men together. As a straight man, Mike is similarly entertained by the idea of women together.

So if any ladies did happen along and touch me, it would probably make his year.

I had also been told from friends that guys give the best blow jobs, because they know what a man likes.

Maybe that also worked the other way around.

I agreed with Sadie, that it wouldn't overmuch bother me, although I doubted it would actually turn me on, so my only limit was hands/fingers only.

For men, I knew the limit had been set for me at hands, mouths, and toys.

As I watched the Puppy-Girl hurry over to Mike and immediately run her nose from his knee, up his inner thigh and up to his balls, I was pretty sure that Sadie had set us up.

Mike's eyes closed and he moaned as she started licking his balls.

Puppy-Boy tried to sidle closer to Mike and was stopped by a harsh, "Puppy-Boy, lie down."

I sniggered again as he whined and flopped down, head on his paws, giving her the sad eye. He must have been part Golden Retriever.

Puppy-Boy watched, moving his eyes only, as his mistress walked over to me.

Mistress Tania looked at me for a moment, I suspect giving me a chance to cop out, and then she reached out and cupped one of my breasts.

I moved my eyes to Mike and locked on, taking a deep breath.

Mike was watching me as well, but not my eyes. He was shifting restlessly as Puppy-Girl continued to lick him, balls, cock, thighs, she was teasing the fuck out of him.

His eyes, however, were locked onto Mistress Tania's hand. He actually looked shocked as she caressed both of my breasts gently, before gliding her hand over my stomach.

At this point I didn't care if she carried on or stopped, I really wasn't bothered one way or the other, but I could see that it was driving Mike wild.

I wasn't likely to ever repeat the experience, so I moaned and closed my eyes, pulling lightly against the restraints.

When I opened my eyes, I could see it had worked and Mike was literally panting. Shaking with arousal.

Ha, sucker!

My eyes moved to Puppy-Boy and I giggled as he was bellying closer, his eyes on me.

Mistress Tania followed my gaze and held up a hand, with a half embarrassed, half exasperated, "Puppy-Boy! Stay!"

He whined again but settled back down.

I made eye contact with Mistress Tania. We were both amused, but then she grinned, in such a way that Mike couldn't see, and her hand started to travel lower.

Oh, Shit!

I was about to be caught in my own game.

My eyes closed again, and my moan was real as her fingers slipped through my wet folds.

I heard her hum, as she discovered just how dripping I was.

Then she slipped a finger inside me, as her thumb found my clit.

"Ahhhh," I mumbled around the gag.

She paused for a second, but then continued to explore.

A little push, a little rub, a little pressure.

It took her about ten seconds to discover what I really wanted (something Mike was yet to grasp!) and pushing another finger deep inside me, she started to rub me fast and hard with her other hand.

This was why Mike had never quite mastered the technique. He was scared of hurting me and never rubbed hard enough, so I needed more to get there.

Not tonight. I briefly thought that either my reasoning that a woman would know what women wanted was right, or Mistress Tania was physic, and then every thought blasted out of my head as I came hard.

When I gathered my breath, and it was a good thing I was secured to the frame or I would have collapsed, I saw Mike staring at me in astonishment.

As half of my face, and most of my blush, was covered, I simply winked back at him, and saw his eyes narrow.

Yea, he was gonna make me pay for that.

My smugness evaporated when Mistress Tania snapped her drenched fingers and called Puppy-Boy over.

He scampered across and with every indication of complete delight licked her fingers clean.

I'm not sure if I would have called it decadent or depraved?

One of the D-words for sure.

Downright Dirty maybe!

What I did know was that if he started licking me, I was going to have a cardiac arrest.

Mistress Tania smirked at me again, but then called Puppy-Boy to heel and led him over to Mike.

I released a very big breath.

Then I watched, fascinated, as Puppy-Boy mounted Puppy-Girl and started to thrust hard.

Puppy-Girl yelped once, and then Mistress Tania guided her back to Mike's cock. Puppy-Girl latched on and suddenly the four of them were in some kind of debauched mini orgy. (Another D-word, ^_*)

I watched, and the gag would have fallen from my mouth had it not been fastened, as Mike endured the strangest blow job ever.

Puppy-Girl was literally being pulled up and down his cock by the administrations of Puppy-Boy.

Puppy-Boy was play-growling as he hammered into her, with occasional yips.

Mistress Tania, not wanting to be left out, was smiling with delight at her two puppies playing so happily together, while rolling, squeezing, and tugging Mike's balls.

Not enough to really hurt him, she wasn't being cruel. Still, it was a lot rougher than I would have done it, and he gave a yip or two himself.

Tim, (our minder, yes, he's still here) was literally crying with laughter.

Puppy-Boy proved to be better trained than I realized, as he kept pounding until Mike started to cum down Puppy-Girl's throat, and then came himself, matching Mike perfectly.

It was strangely cool.

I nearly choked on the gag when Puppy-Boy tried to muscle in on Puppy-Girl licking Mike's cock clean.

There was some snarling, a mini scrap, more yelps, and then Mistress Tania grabbed Puppy-Boy's collar and dragged him back, before he could actually make physical contact with Mike's cock.

"I'm so sorry," she apologized profusely, "he's just a baby really, gets a bit over excited."

I don't think Mike really cared, as he shook and sobbed through Puppy-Girl's very thorough cleaning of his very sensitive cock.

Finally, both puppies were back on their leashes and Mistress Tania thanked us both before continuing their walk. We could hear her promising them both a nice bath as they disappeared back towards the house.

Holy Hell!

We had only been there twenty minutes.

We didn't have long to wait before another couple came around the bend.

Two guys this time, one in the loose black pants that the masters wear around the manor, plus a robe.

The other guy was fully dressed, in jeans, a T-Shirt and strangely, for the heat of the evening, knee length leather boots, that looked too large.

He, like us, was wearing a guest mask.

"Good Evening, Tim," the first man said.

"Good Evening, Master Black," Tim replied, then nodded to the other man, "Sir."

He just nodded, after looking Tim up and down.

Odd.

Both men came over to look at me, I could feel the heat rising in my face as Master Black stared openly at my pussy and grinned.

"Been having fun have we young lady?"

I later learned that everyone was young lady, or young man to him, regardless of age.

Master Black didn't do any more than run a hand down my waist and over my bum, finishing with a little pat.

If he was showing a fully dressed guest around tonight, then I knew they would be just observing.

As I looked at the guest watching me, I was glad. He had cold eyes.

Master Black chuckled and turned to have a look at Mike.

After that, every happened incredibly fast.

The guest, still in front of me, bent down as if to adjust his boot.

I saw him come up fast, seeming to swing his arm at me, and automatically flinched, even though he wasn't quite close enough to touch me.

Then everything overlapped.

A searing pain across my belly making me scream, a shout from somewhere, and Tim, jumping across my vision in a blur and tackling the guest to the ground.

I felt like I had been ripped open.

The only thing I could do was close my eyes and scream again.

When I dragged in a sobbing breath, my vision was swimming, I blinked rapidly, realizing it was tears.

I was lightheaded and felt my vision dimming.

I was vaguely aware that Tim was shouting at Master Black to release my wrists, but Master Black didn't understand why, so he removed the gag first. This allowed me to take a full breath and pull myself back from passing out.

Mike was yelling through his gag and wrenching at his restraints.

Tim already had the guest in handcuffs and was pinning him to the ground while talking rapidly into a phone.

Master Black was stroking my face and 'Dear Girl' -- ing me.

In fact only about twenty seconds had passed since the idiot guest had bent to his boot.

I managed to pull my shredded wits together. I couldn't stop the sobbing; my stomach was on fire and I was afraid to look down. Scared there would be blood pouring onto the ground.

"Master Black," I managed as the sound of running feet came closer, "please let him free," I nodded towards Mike as John screeched to a halt beside us, "he's going to hurt himself."

I heard Sadie's, "What the fuck?"

John took control, "She's right. Master Black please release that young man before he dislocates something, his name is Mike."

Master Black bustled over to Mike as John started to release my wrists, "Okay, Emily. It's okay now, I've got you."

He pulled my mask off after finishing with my right wrist. All I could do was cover my mouth and half sob, half wail.

I heard some cursing and saw a couple of minders lift the guest to his feet. Sadie was knelt by my feet undoing the ankle cuffs and as John finished with my final wrist cuff, he just wrapped his arms around me and let me sob.

I saw Sadie stand; she was holding a thin black stick.

"Jesus, it's a horse whip," she whispered, sending a frightening look towards the guest. I saw his eyes widen and he tried to step back.

"No," John said.

Sadie turned on him, a look of fury on her face, but he just stared her down.

"You whack him with that thing, and we lose the upper hand," he told her.

I saw her struggle to regain some control.

At that point Mike reached us, he had lost his mask as well, and John turned me into his arms. I finally started to calm a little, and Tim came over.

"I'm so sorry," he said, "here," he held out a robe.

"Thanks Tim," John said, and helped me into the robe.