While I was moving the chair into position, I thought of
the second attic, and how someone must have told Tina where to look for the
ladder and trap door. I stopped and asked her, "Did you take a good look
around the second attic while you were there?"
Tina, "Yes, I thought it was kind of morbid though.
Imagine torture used for pleasure. A little one sided, if you ask me."
"Didn't you notice there was something different
about those things?"
"I noticed they seemed out of place up there, so far
from the dungeons."
"But did you notice anything about the machines
themselves. The accessories I mean?"
"No. Why. What are you getting at?"
"And what are you two talking about?" Debbie
added.
"Well, I inspected those machines and my impression
of them was that they weren't intended to be used to injure, or cause pain; but
to pleasurise instead. The ropes are silk, there are soft pillows for heads to
rest on, and the framework was finished like furniture, not the rough, ugly
surface of any equipment or machinery I've ever seen."
Tina had a look of curious thought, Debbie was lost, and
said so.
"You'd have to see it." I told her.
"Then lets go, I want to see it, even if Tina wants
to stay here and hang out."
"Ok, we will, but right now I have something else to
do."
"Like what?"
I didn't answer with words, instead I lightly petted
Debbie's temple guard, sending her a clearly overcharged signal of what I had
in mind. I'd turned back to the chair, when Debbie whispered to Tina.
"My God, if that's how it starts, where does it
end?"
Tina, "Oblivion, velvet oblivion."
I placed the chair under my hanging harem, and sat down.
I'd been careful to place the chair so my face would be directly under Debbie's
remarkable pleasure center, then sat down for some relaxing library research.
Tina was in a good position to observe her friends
response to my stimulation and soon got caught up in the entertainment she was
watching, and began to undulate as if it were her body I was practicing my key
code on instead of Debbie's.
Debbie was caught up in spasms, caused by her nervous
systems inability to cope with the tremendous rate of code transmission on her
code key. It seemed as if I'd just begun to send, when her whole system shut
down and she hung still, letting her code key rest on my active oral
transmitter.
Tina, who was observing from her hangout, told me Debbie
was in complete sensory shutdown and her head was just rolling on her
shoulders.
"I guess she might as well have just told me to
fornicate her anus whenever I felt like I wanted to, if that's all the clitoral
climax she can stand."
Tina roared with laughter, finally understanding the
absurdity of our bet, and her laughter started the chandelier gently swaying,
which in turn started Debbie swinging. Debbie's movement started a secondary
chain of events as her clit banged onto my face. The new input to her nervous
system brought her back to wakefulness, and the wonderful world of clitoral
climax orgasm.
Debbie came all over my face, her fluids nearly gushing
from her, as her body found a motion which was harmonic with the total swinging
mass. In effect starting something like a perpetual motion machine. The more it
moved, the more she climaxed. The more she climaxed, the more it moved.
I settled into the chair, propping my head with some
small throw pillows and went to sleep, while Debbie kept coming, and Tina, well
Tina found the true meaning of sexual frustration. Debbie on the other hand
found the true meaning of helplessness as her body refused to allow her any
control, and her mind refused to go to sleep, while her sexual responses to her
clitoral stimulation just did what they were supposed to do and sent her into
climax after climax.
Later she told me it was as if someone had opened the
connection between her body and mind. She couldn't will anything, and had no
control at all, while her body just did what it did without her consent, or
help. She also told me she loved it. Then she asked Tina and me if she could
hang out over our bed, if we ever had one, that is.
Tina told her there was only one condition.
"What's that?" asked Debbie.
"Over my dead body."
I simply told Debbie she could sleep with us, but if
anybody hung out over our bed, it would be Tina doing the hanging, unless they
were hanging together.
*** *** *** *** ***
I awoke about three AM feeling very good, and very gooey.
I set the chair under the sleeping form of Tina, and lowered her into it. Tina
woke up while I was un-hooking her leashes.
"What's up." she asked.
"My cock, and Debbie as soon as I raise her."
Was my whispered reply. Debbie was still twitching violently from her bodice
down.
"Be quiet, and wait here."
I raised the chandelier, then carried Tina to my room,
placed her on the bed and took my place in her. Tina screwed me senseless as
her body simply bypassed the normal warm up and launched itself directly into
the orgasmic release her mind had created in it. If there were any chance
Debbie might have slept, Tina snatched them from her as she announced her
arrival into her own heaven on earth.
When her needs were sated, Tina fell asleep cradling me
on, and in, her. It felt so good to be home, even if it were only for a short
time. I used her for my own pleasure, and her exhausted body accepted me for
her as she slept. My own climax in Tina's offered pleasure palace was so
intense I drove her across the bed with my thrusts, but could not stop, I was
past the point of no return, out of control spinning into the velvet blackness.
My last thought was the word, "Bimbo." then
blackness.
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