Last year, when I signed up for an evening seminar at the local university, I never dreamed it would lead to one of the most intense sexual experiences I’ve ever had.
There were at least a half-dozen women in the class who were, to say the least, easy on the eyes. Three of them—Kayla, Tracy, and Maya—seemed to hang out together and often asked me to join them after class for a continuation of the intense discussions we’d started in the seminar. I was flattered, because in addition to being gorgeous, they were all bright. Kayla was a tiny, innocent-looking blond. Tracy was a little darker and more athletic, and Maya was the tallest and eldest, about thirty, with long black hair.
One evening about halfway through the term, I noticed that Kayla and Tracy were absent. Assuming they were sick and not knowing the extent of their outside relationship, I didn’t ask Maya where they were. She and I went out for a beer, and somehow we got to talking about the ups and downs of being a working grad student. She apparently had a pretty good job, but she said she liked to have some kind of a hobby, too, and hers was kind of unusual.
I took the cue and raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “I’m a dominatrix,” she said, looking about as girlishly innocent as anyone could. Try as I might, I couldn’t picture it, even when she said she was good at it, and I told her so. Then she casually dropped the bombshell that the other two were her partners, and when I still looked skeptical she offered me a sample session—no strings attached.
I played along, and we drove to the big old house the three girls shared. Maya told me that the others were out treating a friend to the birthday of his life, but that they’d be back soon. I don’t know what I expected when we went downstairs, but not the fully equipped dungeon they had arranged in the basement! Hanging neatly on one wall was every conceivable bondage and discipline device. Whips, paddles, crops, gags, hoods, restraints—each was ready to fulfill whatever fantasy was required.
Hooks and eyebolts on walls, floor, and ceiling told their own story. Stocks were in one corner, looming like some Puritan relic. A low table with hooks in each corner was centered under shaded lights.
As I stood there trying to take it all in, I heard someone else enter, and there was Kayla, dressed in a shiny, skintight black latex head-to-toe bodysuit. It was so snug that her nipples and labia were clearly delineated. She seemed taller, and she was—balancing adroitly on impossibly high heels.
Maya asked if I was still willing to continue, and I agreed in something of a daze. Kayla then outlined their expectations. I must be obedient to their every whim. I would address each of them subserviently as “Mistress,” and I would not speak unless told to. My chief responsibility was to see to their pleasure, and any infraction of their rules would result in me being severely chastised.
They certainly knew what they were doing. In a trice I had stripped and folded my clothes into a neat pile, which Maya took away with her.
I knelt and kissed Kayla’s feet as she explained the rules of the dungeon further. I would move about on my knees, and when I was still I would keep my face to the floor unless ordered otherwise. I was not to touch myself unless told to do so, and I was forbidden to come without permission. Infractions of this last order would be punished with a number of strokes from my Mistress’s favorite instrument, followed by my cleaning up after myself with my tongue.
At that point Kayla put a collar around my neck and led me to a ring in the floor. She had me lie faceup and attached the ring to the back of my collar. My legs were spread wide and back over my head and attached to hooks in the wall, leaving me spread-eagled with my ass totally exposed. My arms were spread wide and buckled down.
The door opened, and there stood Tracy. She was clad in an amazing garment that seemed to be strips of Lycra held together with metal rings. Her magnificent breasts were dramatically outlined, and one strip disappeared between her pussy lips to emerge between her smooth ass cheeks. She, too, was wearing terribly high heels.
No sooner had Tracy given me a wicked grin than Maya entered. She was wearing an outfit similar to Kayla’s, but with cutouts to expose her breasts. Her outfit also was crotchless and had a thong. The most erotic thing about her whole look was that her pussy was completely shaved. Before I realized it, I had let out a long moan. Immediately I was chastised for breaking the rule of silence, with Maya giving me ten hard swats on each cheek with a paddle. My ass glowed no darker than my vivid blush.
I was released from my bonds, but only to be transferred to the stocks. Once my head and neck were pinioned, my feet were fastened well apart, and it became obvious that my balls were in for special treatment. A strap was tightened around my sac, and then another separated my balls. The sensation was painful but arousing, and soon I had more to think about. The tantalizing trio placed clamps on my foreskin and my nipples, and by now I was as hard as stone. Each of the girls gave me ten more strokes, each with a different instrument.
I felt abandoned when they left me to indulge their pleasure with each other. Maya lay down in front of me and began to play with her pussy until Tracy came and started to go down on her. Kayla, meanwhile, released my feet and removed the clamps, causing a rush of sensation to the numbed areas that distracted me for a moment. She was wrapping my body in plastic wrap, but left my genitals and ass free. Then she lubed up a dildo by thrusting it in and out of Tracy’s slick cunt.
I froze as I felt a cold dab of lubricant on my ass and felt Kayla work the dildo deep into my ass. Finally I felt the flange at its base and knew the whole monster was inside me. Then the diabolical little blond wrapped my balls, legs and ass cheeks in more plastic wrap to keep the evil toy in place, leaving only my cock jutting out, naked and vulnerable.
They released me from the stocks and finished mummy-wrapping my body, laying me out on the table like a pharaoh with a hard-on.
Kayla came over and peeled herself out of her latex suit, straddling my face and ordering me to lick her musky, latex-scented cunt. As she came the first time, I felt something warm and wet slide over my cock and deduced that one of the other girls had mounted my shaft. When Kayla moved away I saw it was Maya riding my dick, but Tracy, who settled in over my face, quickly obscured my vision. She soon came with a loud cry, and then she and Kayla lay down beside me to play with each other while Maya reached her climax.
Her spasms brought on my own crisis, and I poured come into her. She bent down and whispered that she’d postpone my punishment for coming without permission, but I must eat her clean, which I proceeded to do quite willingly.
They unwrapped me and led me to the shower to clean up, and we sat for a while in their living room over coffee, with them teasing me for not believing Maya in the first place. When I left, they all kissed me and said they’d see me in class. “And maybe after?” one of them called, as I went down the walk to my car. “Any time,” I called back, waving, still scarcely believing my luck.
—Mr. F.E., Spokane, Washington