Cat In The Room

It’s 5 o’clock and another work day had finally ended. Usually I’d walk straight home and lock my self in the house for the night, sit down with a good book and sleep until the next day. But today I felt differently. The boss was on my case most of the day and my adrenaline was at an all-time high. I felt like if I went home I might break something so instead I decided to walk around the city to blow off some steam. I walked past the lovely shop windows and imagined my self in each of them…enjoying all the material luxuries of life. Somehow these imaginings weren’t enough for me on this night the frustration from listening to the unrelenting bitching from my male chauvinist pig boss had led me to feel an unquenchable yearning for revenge on the male sex. How dare he treat me that way when I had worked so hard for him for so many years. My consciousness suddenly returned to my body and as I turned the next corner I saw a huge red neon sign that was flashing and it read “Free Thought=Free Love”.

For some reason those words comforted me and seemed like they offered a kind of relief for exactly what was ailing me. I walked up to the door and walked in. There was this really loud music blaring, it was thumping and vibrating me. The walls were all hand painted in every known and unknown color, shape and texture. My senses were overwhelmed by what I heard, and saw and felt inside. The combination stirred me up in all ways. Seemed to bring my raging and yet suppressed anger for my boss directly to the surface. I stood there wondering what this place was, what I was supposed to be doing here and why I walked in the door to begin with. As soon as I saw her I knew. A beautiful, tall woman appeared from nowhere. She was wearing what seemed to me at the time to be the sexiest lingerie getup I’d ever seen. Six inch high spiked shiny heels, back seamed, thigh high stockings, a lacey black garter belt with tiny black panties, and a black silk corset that was laced up her back.

She looked at me directly and took my hand. We walked through a door that was camouflaged behind the painted walls. Without a word she started removing my clothing and started dressing me in what seemed to be the exact same outfit she was wearing. This was all so surreal, yet I kept recalling the red neon sign and I decided right then and there that I was meant to be here, and that I would allow anything that happened to happen.

When she finished dressing me, I was already pretty turned on by her attention, not to mention how she had transformed my daily business look into some sort of dark mistress look. The last thing she did was to swipe my lips with this deep vermillion red colored lipstick.

She took my hand again and we went out the same door we entered, back into the main room, and right back into a second door that seemed completely hidden until she opened it. Once inside, my heart skipped a beat when I saw the most gorgeous creature of a man that I’d ever laid my eyes on. Intense brown eyes, long black hair, the site of his body as I gazed up and down his shape sent a wave of pleasurable feelings through me. Between the mysterious woman, and this man sent from heaven, I knew this would be a very long night.

The man stood up, and the woman took a rope made of hemp out of a box at the side of the room….she raised the man’s arms over his head, and tied him firmly to a bar that ran across the top of the room. This room had the same music playing through speakers that surrounded us, the carpet was plush purple. There was soft comfortable furniture all around it, and a cute little black kitty cat was cuddled in a ball sleeping on one of the chairs. Giant decorative pillows lined the wall behind a large bed type of structure, which was actually more like a giant couch. This was right in front the man who was now standing in the center of the room with his arms tied up in the air above him.

I saw a rack on one side of the wall that held some of the most wicked, medieval looking tools I’d ever seen. There was a long red whip, some sort of dagger type of knife, handcuffs, leg cuffs and a black blindfold. It also had some nicer looking toys, like a vibrator, huge peacock feathers, and a shelf of oils and lotions nearby.

The woman set me down on the edge of the bed and without any warning at all began to kiss me. Never had I been with a woman and the softness of her lips alone excited me. She whispered in my ear in between kisses and if anyone who knew me were there to see my face, they’d know the look I was wearing…it was the look of satisfaction and knowing.

Every now and then I would look at the gorgeous creature of a man that was so helpless in the center of the room. I’d see him lost in lust watching me and this woman kissing. I would suddenly think for a split second how much I’d love to see my boss in this same position. Helpless and hanging, and how much I would enjoy torturing him, sexually and worse.

It was then that I decided to begin to create my life in each moment, with these two people as my guides. I didn’t know where this would take me, and I didn’t care. I just knew it would end in a satisfying way for me.

I began by turning my head in such a way that the man could watch our tongues touching as we kissed. I stroked her hair, and she started lightly rubbing her palm along my nipples, which were exposed over the top of my tight laced corset. As soon as she made that move I looked at the man to see his reaction. To no surprise he was starting to become erect.

The woman saw that my eyes were not on her, and suddenly she stood up, walked to the medieval tool wall, and removed the dagger knife. She walked straight to the mans front side pointed the dagger at his neck, pushed down a little til a drop of blood appeared, and she ran the length of the cold knife from his neck to his belly. She didn’t break his skin with the long stroke, just left a long red line. I could see the man’s cock grow right before my eyes, and he began to sweat a little. That’s when I felt myself become wet between the legs my body wasn’t sure which of these people I wanted to fuck first.

The woman came back over to me with a look on her face that told me it was time. We each reached for the others pussy at the same moment and began to rub, with the strung up man watching us.

We were standing face to face. Our breasts were touching, her skin was soft on mine, and she began to French kiss me again. I loved it. I stopped thinking about the man and started thinking of all the ways I was going pleasure her body, and of course, all the ways she could pleasure mine. Before I knew it, she was on her knees in front of me, and my beautiful black lace panties were being pushed off to the side by her tongue and finger. I gasped from the shock of pleasure; naturally I helped her out by using my fingers to spread my pussy open for her. I closed my eyes and all my consciousness was focused on how her mouth and tongue felt on my clit. Her finger was moving rather quickly in and out of me, while her mouth and tongue moved real slowly. My pussy was drenched with her saliva and my own wetness from excitement. No man knows how to eat pussy like another woman does, this I learned. She licked me good, like she knew the exact blue print to getting me off this way. I was very close to an orgasm when she stopped, stood up, walked over to the tool wall and grabbed that sexy long red whip.

The man’s eyes opened wider and I looked down to see his fully, and I mean fully hard cock. That sight made me even wetter, I could feel hot liquid running down my legs. I laid on my back on the large cushy couch/bed and spread my legs as wide as they would go. Something told me that I was going to enjoy the coming show. I reached for my ready pussy then, *CRACK!* Then I heard this moan unlike any sound I’ve ever heard come out of a man. His body went forward like a flash. I saw the tip of the red whip come up over his shoulder. That image is the last thought I had before I felt this rush of orgasm come from the center of my body and move outward into my aura. Wow. I thought to myself, I had never cum from watching a person being hit with a whip. I touched my pussy to see if it had actually happened, oh yes…it had, I came. I looked to see if that lovely hard on of his was still there, oh yes…it was, he was still hard. I saw a drip of sweat run down his face. He was looking right into my eyes, and that made me wonder what was going through his mind. *CRACK!* she hit him again. I felt my nipples harden and this time he kept his eyes on mine and didn’t move half as much as the first one. I saw his chest gasp with a jolt of air. His cock just seemed to keep getting stiffer. With us staring at each other during that second strike, the intensity of that went through my heart and straight down to between my legs. I slid my hand down my stomach, and started to rub my pussy for me and for him. His eyes went off of mine and followed my fingers into myself. I swear I see him smiling a little, but that can’t be, the man was just whipped with a strap. I looked above his shoulder and behind him, there was the beautiful woman’s face, and she was definitely smiling.

I was really getting turned on again knowing that this woman and man were both watching me masturbating. I used one finger and began to massage my clit. The woman walked over to me again and lay down next to me. From behind her back she pulled out the vibrator I’d seen before. She leans down and sweetly inserts the toy inside me. All of this is in full view of our slave who is watching us both closely and looking sweatier as the room was getting hotter and hotter from our collective breath. I wanted to cum again but instead I looked at the woman and she removed the toy from me. She looked down at her own pussy and grinned, then, faster and harder than she was with me she slammed the vibrating toy into her slick pussy and let out a little noise of pleasure. My tongue hit that clit immediately and I used my fingers to spread her pussy open. I’d never licked a completely waxed pussy, which I admit, I loved. I would alternate between using my tongue, my lips, and my fingers to get her off. She worked that vibrator well and would push my head hard into her pussy, doing just what she pleased. I was moving two fingers across her excited clit when I felt her about to cum. I knew I could also cum, as kissing that beautiful shaved pussy had made me beyond wet. I barely touched my self when we both moaned, nearly at the same time.

I looked up and the man’s eyes and they were honed right in on my eyes. I looked at his cock and saw the pre-cum at the tip. I got up and walked over to him. I took his cock in my hand and gave it a gentle stroke, then a harder stroke to remind him that he was not exactly in control, and yet he was. I kneeled down in front of him and wrapped my mouth, and my wanting red lips around his beautiful dick. The woman got up and walked behind him again. I knew what was going to happen and so did he, because his dick twitched in my mouth. *CRACK!* This was the strike that had to have drawn blood, she whipped him hard. He let out a little scream, which made my cunt wet all over again. I sucked his cock as the woman continued beating his back with this long, sexy red whip. I happen to look down and notice ankle cuffs that were not attached to our slave’s legs. That meant he could move his legs if he chose to, and I didn’t want that to happen. So I moved my mouth slowly off his cock, kissed the tip and swirled my tongue once around it for good measure. I took one cuff in my one hand and his ankle in the other and pulled his legs open even wider. I latched him on to the stake in the floor. I moved over and did the same to his other ankle. Admiring this, I decided to lick my way back up his leg and up to his aching balls. The woman had put the whip down and was licking up and down through the bleeding lash marks on his back. He was trying to twist around, obviously going insane from all the stimulation. I reached up with my long nails and raked as hard as I could down his chest while my tongue moved around his balls. I knew he wanted to cum, but would she let him cum? I didn’t know. I just continued using this helpless man to excite myself more. I felt a drop of warm blood fall onto my cheek, and it was like when a shark smells blood. It put me into a feeding frenzy.

At the same time the woman and I looked at each other again and we began to unhinge our slave from his restraints. The question became, how many ways can we fuck this man? He was barely out of his last leg cuff when we all went for the giant couch bed together. We laid him out on his back. I kissed his mouth, hard, nearly shoved my tongue down his throat. She moved down his body and began to suck him off. I could hear her slurping around on his cock, which was amazingly still hard as a rock.

I decided to take a candle that was burning near us and pour a little of the wax on his chest wounds I had caused with my nails. The pleasured grimace on his face made my nipples hard. I immediately straddled my legs over him and forced my pussy on his mouth. Oh was he ready for that, no one had ever wanted pussy more than our slave did at that moment. I was rocking my hips over his face and he gyrated with pleasure from this woman whose mouth was firmly attached to his dick. She must have stopped before he came, and her hands moved to my back then around to my breasts….she rubbed them hard. Then one of her hands moved down to where my pussy met his mouth and she started to massage my clit. She brought her fingers back up to her mouth, licking them with passion. Meanwhile the man grabbed my ass hard and pulled me even closer. I didn’t want this fun to end yet, so I moved my self reluctantly off his mouth and decided to squat my body right down onto that luscious cock of his. The woman wanted the slave to eat her out too so she sat on his face next. She and I had our backs touching, me fucking him roughly, slamming down hard and back up on his dick, she grinding her pussy into his face.

There was blood, sweat and sex everywhere and we were all in a sort of erotic ecstasy. Since there were two of us, and one hard cock in the room, I think we both knew it wouldn’t be fair for one or the other of us to orgasm while directly mounted on our slave. We stopped moving and leaned against each others backs for a quick rest. Then we both moved off of him. This time BOTH of our mouths were working his cock. Each of us laid ourselves out on one of his legs. Our wide open legs and very wet pussies were both resting comfortably on his each of his thighs. We both began to rub ourselves on his legs while devouring his cock together. He raised his arms over his head, like the way he was hanging all those hours ago since I first laid eyes into him, and he moaned like a little boy. We both stroked, licked and teased him into spurting his hot cum into the air, stopping to make out with each other in between. The way his body shook while he was cumming…..mmmm…I’ll never forget how his eyes looked during that scene. The hot candle wax that had cooled broke off of his chest while he moved through his orgasm. The woman and I went into a sudden simultaneous orgasm from the friction between our pussies and his legs. As I felt the warm liquid roll from me and down his thigh, as I felt the earth-shaking pleasure of sex go through my cells, the sex-god slave and I never took our eyes off of each others souls.

The woman and I rolled off of him and onto our backs. He lowered his arms onto our shoulders, kissed me, kissed her, and we all fell fast asleep.

The cat that was in still in the room, also sleeping, as it was when I arrived. Though, I think now she was smiling.