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Bondage Stories 3: Five More Stories of Bondage & Hardcore BDSM
(Traci Wilde)

Since then Marian had found Raymond utterly intoxicating. She couldn't get enough. He was really into fantasy, making her a damsel in distress, or pretending to be a burglar breaking into a home and then having his way with her, as he did last time. Marian felt her body tremble in anticipation. She was barely able to make herself wait for him.

Today she was to play the role of kidnapped housewife, stripped down to her lingerie (as if she actually wore this stuff under her regular clothes), bound and helpless, waiting to see what her captor had in store for her.

Marian glanced at the clock: five minutes until twelve, meaning Raymond could show up at any moment. She stepped to the bed and sat, tied the blindfold around her head and then picked up the handcuffs and collar. She was always genuinely nervous about this part, binding herself, particularly with the blindfold in place, before Raymond arrived. But, that's what he wanted, and the truth was the little scary sensation rolling through her was part of the thrill ??" knowing that something could go wrong, not likely, and not life-threatening, but something bad none-the-less. 

She put the collar around her neck ??" it was snug, but not tight, and she clicked it shut in back. Then she closed one cuff around her left wrist, put her right wrist in the other cuff, took a deep breath, then closed the other ring. She felt that little chill dance through her body. She shivered.

And waited.

A long time passed ??" being blindfolded she couldn't be sure, but Marian was pretty certain fifteen minutes had gone by. Maybe more.

And still she waited.

Sitting alone, helpless, Marian became aware of sounds all around her ??" traffic passing off in the distance, the soft click and hum of the home's air conditioning unit kicking in, the even softer clicking of the second hand of the clock on the night stand.

She turned her face upward, trying to peak under the blindfold at the clock.

Damn.

She had tied the cloth tightly, placed it well. 

Then she heard it ??" the sound of a car engine, closer, near the house, then it turned off. The slam of a car door.

Was that two doors?

A little chill ran up her spine. She heard the sound of a key slipping into a lock, door opening, shutting, laughter.

A woman's laughter, followed by whispers from a man.

Jesus Christ. It's Jenny.

Panic bloomed inside. Suddenly Marian couldn't breathe, her heart pounded, her thoughts became a jumbled mass of random, stray, meaningless emotions and half-formed ideas, no focus taking shape.

Footsteps, voices ??" multiple voices ??" they were in the room. 

Marian stood. She wasn't sure why, or what she hoped to do, but she stood, her hands cuffed awkwardly in front of her, vision nothing more than blackness. 

"So, you're the slut who's been sleeping with my husband."

The words shook Marian, just as surely as a slap would have. 

She knows. She has known. 

Marian felt hands on her chest, pushing, and then she was falling, out of control. She gasped, then bounced harmlessly on the bed. Before she could react, Marian felt Jenny on the bed with her, hovering over her.

"Thought I'd see what he found so interesting," she said before pressing her mouth against Marian's, kissing hard.

Marian tried turning her head, tried resisting ??" she'd never kissed a woman before. She had wondered what it would be like, to have sex with another woman. Once she and a friend tried, but started laughing half-way through undressing one another, realizing neither had any sort of physical attraction to one other. 

Now, she feared she was going to learn what it was like, whether she wanted to or not. She wondered what else she might learn today.

The Jenny grabbed Marian's hair and held her head still while she pressed her lips to Marian's mouth, kissing, tasting. Marian clamped her lips closed as tightly as she could. Jenny moved down, kissing along her neck, across her chest. Then she felt the weight of a second person, the man she had heard, on the bed next to her. 

"Marian," he whispered.

Raymond.

"What...Ray?"

Marian had no idea what to say, to think. She couldn't have been more surprised had her own husband walked in with Jenny.

"Relax," he whispered, kissing her ear, neck. 

"Raymond, what's going on?"

He laughed, pressed his lips to her mouth, his tongue slipping inside, probing, tasting. Marian shuddered when Jenny grabbed the teddy and yanked, ripping the front so that Marian's left breast slipped free. She gasped when Jenny began caressing her breast, kissing, working her way round and round, spiraling inward until her mouth covered Marian's nipple.

Another shudder ran through her body. 

Jenny suckled her nipple, gently at first, then hard, harder, until it hurt.

"Please," Marian tried saying, her words cut off by Raymond's increasingly urgent kisses.

Then it happened.

Fingers playing inside Marian's g-string ??" fingers that didn't belong to Jenny or Raymond.

Marian turned her head away from Raymond's kisses.

"Who...what...please...."

Raymond grabbed her face and turned her back to him, kissing hard before pulling away. Marian felt Jenny get up as well, then hands on her corset, g-string, pulling, ripping the clothes from her body. She shivered, the cool air enveloping her nude body, emphasizing how vulnerable she was. 

"Ever felt a strap-on?" Jenny whispered.