Zoe Thrice

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In the mirrors across the room, I could see most of the dungeon - bondage equipment, suspension gear and a wooden five-pointed star, fully seven feet high, leaning against the wall.

With me tied to it.

Claire and Gideon had fastened me to that star together, their hands quick and sure but gentle, almost tender. This was more than a scene - it was my first, my introduction.

I examined my reflection. I liked what I saw. My breasts were perky, my tummy flat, my waxed sex smooth. I knew I looked hot. I thought I looked confident.

My arms were stretched up, shackled to the top point of the star. Below me, again fettered in place, my feet, still in heels, were spread wide apart.

I tugged on my wrists - I might as well have been tied to the Seafarer Bridge.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I smiled in satisfaction, happy at the world unfolding as I had long dreamed it would.

Gideon, his arms crossed casually, watched as Claire leaned in and kissed me, her lips on mine like butterflies on flowers. I sighed with pleasure as her hands swept over my bareness. She bent forward, hefted my boobs in her palms, licked each of my nipples lightly. They sprang to full attention, hungry for more.

Gideon chuckled softly. He stepped forward, brushed my jaw lovingly with the back of his fingers. I noticed he was half-hard now, his balls pulled higher by the rope around his sac.

"Still good?" he asked with genuine care.

"Oh yes!" I smiled.

He picked up a small box from a table and opened it for Claire.

Reaching into it, her hand emerged with a black-chrome nipple clamp, its jaws rubber-coated. Under it was fastened a rounded cylinder the size of a large man's thumb - a cordless vibrator.

Those I was familiar with - meaning that I'd at least seen pictures of them.

As Claire removed it from the box however, I saw something else. Below the vibrator, at the other end from the clamp, hung a coil spring about the same length and diameter as a pencil. At the end of the spring was a dark ball the size of a strawberry. The spring was already partially stretched by its weight. It wobbled slightly in her hand.

I realized that not only would I be constantly stimulated by the vibrators themselves, but my every move would set the weights swinging and bobbing...

A slight smile on her face, Claire adjusted the clamp, firmly tightening its jaws around my right nipple - not tight enough to hurt but quite enough to keep it in place, no matter what my gyrations. She repeated it for my left nipple then, as she bent in for another quick kiss, she reached for the vibrators, found the switches. I trembled as I felt their hum begin.

Smiling wickedly then, Claire gave each weight a slight slap.

My breath caught as they began to dip and sway and twist below my boobs, each motion projected through the jaws of the softly purring vibes, pulling my nips back and forth with every movement.

Laughing lightly at the expression on my face, Claire stepped back to stand by Gideon. His hand ran down her side, caressed her bum.

He in his turn took a thin leather harness from the box and fastened it about my waist. Kneeling in front of me, he slid a powerful wand vibrator through a loop on the harness, leaving the wand's bulbous head resting between my outspread and shackled legs.

Gideon leaned in towards me. A long finger traced its way along my lower lips, now hidden behind the wand. It emerged with its tip glistening with moisture.

"You're going to be a lot of fun, Zoe," he smiled.

I gulped as the machine began to buzz. Its head was however barely touching my ladybits. This, I thought, would be more of a tease, something I could take without going insane.

It turned out that Gideon had different ideas. His eyes never leaving mine, his fingers caught a strap dangling from the harness, one I hadn't noticed, elasticized with a hook on its end. Passing it between my legs, it took but a second to fasten the hook to the belt behind me and pull it taut. As the strap tightened, the wand shifted, the elastic pulling its head firmly against my mound and labia.

I wiggled, sensing what was to come. Bound to the massive star as I was, I wouldn't be able to move very much. No matter, even if I could have, the humming monster would be right there, nestled into my most private, sensitive flesh and buzzing away, slowly driving me mad.

I realized that I was entering an entirely different kind of arena and, given my present level of arousal, the evening's fireworks wouldn't be delayed for long.

"Don't go anywhere, Zoe," he joked. He turned and stepped back to the cabinet.

Claire leaned in for a final kiss. Stepping back, she ran her eyes over me, her approval clear.

Then her eyebrows lifted.

"Gideon," she called. "We've forgotten something."

Thirty seconds later, my jaws were stretched around a ball gag. I'd seen pictures, but had never worn one. I could breath well enough, but found its constant presence between my lips perturbing, denying me as it did one small remaining opportunity to defy or resist. I realized that that was precisely what it was intended for.

I twisted as waves of sensation from the vibrators flowed through my pussy and boobs, whimpered as my rigid nipples were pulled and teased by the weights swaying beneath them. I began to panted lightly as a holy heat rose within me. I was turned on, yes, but also a little frightened. I was sprinting down the path to orgasm faster than ever before. That was on one hand a good thing, a very good thing. On the other hand, it left me wondering about what would follow.

Gideon and Claire were sitting in chairs, holding hands and watching me. I was expecting an audience, but remained curious about what...

Curiosity got mugged and left for dead as an orgasm screamed in with almost no warning. I wrenched against my cuffs, clenched my fists. My elated cries were muffled by the gag. My body shook and I moaned as the shaking made spring-loaded vibrators dance and flail on rock-hard nipples, boosting the sensation, pushing me further.

Which made me shake still more.

It was delightful.

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Much as I liked her, much as I admired her, I found Claire intimidating. With her beauty, poise and confidence, she could have, at any time since I'd drifted into their relationship, crushed me with a word, a mere glance. Instead, she had welcomed me, almost as a new sister.

Opening my eyes two minutes later, I was stunned to see that, while I had been gasping in the throes of my orgasm, Claire had herself donned cuffs, these ones deep red.

From the very first, while I craved Gideon's compelling masculinity, I'd always thought that she was the stronger of the two. I'd assumed that both she and Gideon would be doms for my first submission today.

Indeed, when I'd received Gideon's invitation, part of the thrill was my expectation of her hands on me, too. My being strapped to the star had, I thought, been a beginning, a warm-up. They would leave me there for a bit, then move me for something else.

Looking around the dungeon, there were a lot of options.

But now, to my astonishment, it was Claire, not me, that Gideon was chaining to a bondage bench not three paces in front of me.

Four solid legs supported a waist-high bench padded in red leather - the precise colour, I realized, of the cuffs Claire now wore around her slender wrists and ankles. The bench had padded ledges on which she now knelt; slightly higher rests supported her forearms. It took Gideon but seconds to fasten her cuffs to the bench and only a few more to buckle two leather straps around her waist to keep her torso from moving.

It was a stirring sight - white body trussed to red leather; long, lustrous black hair flowing over both.

Finished, he bent down, kissed her lips lovingly; I was amazed to see the brilliance of her smile in reply.

As I watched, Gideon began to walk around her, trailing his hand as he moved, fingers drifting over perfect skin, fondling firm buttocks, caressing graceful calves. Pausing behind her, he let his fingers linger over her sex. Her eyes closed with pleasure, her smile growing as his knowing touch began to feed her appetite.

A minute later, he selected another ball gag, this one red with a black strap. Reflected in the mirror, I could see happiness and love in her eyes as she nodded. He crouched beside her, stroking.

"Zoe," he said softly to me.

"Isn't she beautiful, Zoe?" he asked, almost in a whisper.

"Very," I mumbled through my gag.

Claire had heard me. She lifted her head to look at me in the mirror, but I couldn't fathom her expression.

Gideon bent, kissed her gently on the forehead before reaching around to fit the ball in her mouth.

He checked the fit, eased her hair from out under the strap. His hand stroked her high cheekbones.

I closed my own eyes as my own internal Mount St Helens started rumbling again.

Don't get me wrong. I approve of vibrators - like them a great deal, truth be told - but I wasn't sure how long I could last under this relentless, unceasing stimulation of my special bits.

I was - just for a moment - amused by the sudden realization that that  was one thing I was here to learn.

That thought still in my mind, I came a second time. This one I'd seen building, but it was still astonishing in its intensity, a sudden explosion of ecstasy. My cries were again muted by the ball gag. My knees sagged and I hung from my wrists as it continued, endless and roaring in its power.

When I could open my eyes again, Gideon was kneeling behind Claire, his head buried between flawless cheeks. Her head came up off the headrest, a blissful look on her face. Gideon's hands spread her cheeks further, his head moving up and down between them. Claire's head tilted back, her eyes closed, mouth open. She was breathing very quickly in her joy.

Her head fell back to the rest when Gideon pulled away, reached for a vibrating egg and a small bottle of lube. I saw her shiver as he eased the thing into her cleft, jump slightly as he thumbed the switch on the control box down before placing it on the floor between her outspread legs.

He again crouched beside her head. I couldn't hear the low words, but she nodded. Again, he kissed her, softly, his lips lingering on hers. In the mirrors, I could see her pleasure, her happiness.

I tried to push down my jealousy. My breath was ragged as my own vibrators whirred and buzzed.

I was surprised when, selecting a flogger from the cabinet, Gideon brought it to me for my inspection. Its handle was covered with braided leather; its intermingled red and black falls a good two feet long.

He trailed them lightly down one of my stretched thighs. I trembled at the sensation. Gideon turned and stepped back, behind Claire.

"Keep watching, Zoe." Gideon was talking to me, but I could see that his eyes were on Claire.

Claire's blue eyes turned to me - soft, loving, anticipatory eyes. A small smile came to her lips. I tried to smile back.

Gideon bent down, adjusted the control for the egg. Her eyes suddenly opened very wide.

I looked at her perfect bum, her sleek thighs with their flawless skin. The bench kept her legs spread wide and I could see the lips of her sex between them.

Standing, Gideon hefted the flogger in his hand.

He was fully hard now, his balls engorged, tight against his body. His manhood swayed within its leash of red rope as he swung the flogger, gently this first time. The falls dragged across Claire's bottom. Her eyes blinked, but she continued to look at me in the mirror.

What was she thinking?

I could hear Claire hiss as the flogger again struck her, harder this time. There was a new pinkness to her soft skin.

"Again," Gideon said, almost to himself. Her intake of breath at his next blow was sharper, her bum redder.

And again, but with a longer delay between blows.

I watched, spellbound. Suddenly I could smell her - perfume and pussy and perspiration.

Shaking, I tried to straighten my legs, hold more weight on my feet. I wobbled a bit on the high heels and the movement sent the weights on my boobs bouncing up and down as they swung, twitching and shaking my nipples.

Another orgasm rolled over me. I was beyond trying to shout through the ball gag; it was all I could do to breathe as my world turned upside down.

My pussy was almost in convulsions, my tormented nipples were beating time with my galloping heartbeat, my clit felt like it was glowing. The vibrators ignored their protests, continued to tease and, seconds later, drove me to cum yet again - fiery this time, burning, aggressive.

I was too tired to appreciate it, sagged again to hang from my wrists as the waves of sensations swept me along with them.

I opened my eyes eventually. Claire's bum was a solid pink under Gideon's lash. When he paused, took a breath, I could see her honey oozing from between her labia.

I watched as he slid his palm, ever so gently, over her tender bottom in a soothing gesture.

He brought the flogger up, began again.

There were no pauses now; the flogger whirled like a live thing in the man's expert hand, striking the girl's bottom from one side, then the other, then from the bottom...

Claire twisted under the straps, her arms and legs straining against the cuffs. I could see her soft skin ripple at each impact of the heavy, multi-coloured falls. Her breath was coming in a shrill whistle now. She was no longer looking at me in the mirror. Her eyes, when she lifted her head from its rest, were full of tears. I could see her slim waist heaving with sobs. Her sweet cheeks were almost as red as her cuffs.

"Enough," Gideon said. With those words, he stopped, knelt in front of her. Leaning forward, he tenderly lifted her head onto his shoulder.

I could see him whispering in her ear, cuddling her head, gentle and supportive. I couldn't make out what he was saying, but in a few minutes, she turned her head towards him. He bent down to kiss her cheek and she moved her head to meet his lips.

It was perhaps the most tender, loving scene I have ever witnessed.

I couldn't watch. My eyes crossed as the relentless machines drove my exhausted body into a sixth orgasm. It was shorter, perhaps, but stronger still, demanding, almost punishing in its intensity. There were tears on my own cheeks now and I heard myself sobbing behind the gag.

When it had faded somewhat and I could focus again, the flogger had been hung up, but Claire was still shackled to the bench, her bottom almost glowing. Gideon was kneeling by her head, stroking her head and hair in a very sweet fashion. He was speaking to her, his words too soft for me to hear. Wordlessly, she again nodded in apparent agreement.

Gideon stepped between us and began, very gently, to rub some sort of salve or ointment on her flaming cheeks. I could hear her sigh of relief from where I stood.

Finished, he sat beside her, tenderly stroking her head for a long time.

That image grew fuzzy. I hadn't the energy to be surprised when the vibrators pushed me, lifted me, carried me into a state where I could no longer count orgasms. They now flowed over me like waves streaming up onto a beach, one after another, continuous. I drifted in and out with them. There were no longer thoughts in my world, only sensations.

I was but dimly aware of Gideon having left Claire where she was. I watched his engorged member wave in front of him as he walked towards me.

He lifted my head, kissed my cheek. His hands swift and certain, he removed first the wand, then the nipple vibes. He put them on a nearby table, carefully, as was his habit in almost everything.

I hung there, panting, nearly wrecked. The dungeon of course had no clock and I had no idea how long I had been struggling on the star. It had seemed an eternity, a timeless period of transition from a sparky, confident Zoe One to a quivering, crying - and genuinely delighted, incredibly content - Zoe Two.

Gideon's voice was low and calming as he removed my ball gag. "It's time to come back now, Zoe."

Unable to speak, I nodded, post-orgasm ripples still flashing through my body. I again sagged; my legs still unable to bear my weight.

He smiled at the sight, brushed my cheek with a kind hand.

"How are you doing?"

"Good," I cried softly, tears running down my cheeks, my chest heaving.

From behind him, Claire moaned, shifted on the bench. Over his shoulder, I could see her pussy twitch, glistening with her dew.

"Learning anything?" he asked.

"Oh, god," I whispered, panting, "this was amazing."

I started to realize what had been happening. Nobody could have held still for that; nobody could have learned this lesson without being secured in place.

Gideon leaned in, his lips crushing mine. His tongue stabbed between my lips. I met him, desperate, still desiring despite everything. His hand clasped one of my breasts, lifted, squeezed and I felt another mini-cum ricochet through me. I pulled my head back, panting.

"You have no idea," I whispered.

His smile grew, his hand switched to my other breast. I felt his other hand slide between my legs, slide softly over my wetness. I joined Claire in her moans.

"Gideon," I whimpered. "Oh, god, Gideon." Another mini-cum hit me, and I no longer had the energy to even whimper.

His hands began sweeping my body, not in arousal now, but in comfort. I'd been pushed far beyond my physical and emotional limits and felt as drained as if I'd just lived through a typhoon or an earthquake. I closed my eyes, dizzy, faint with the enormity of the experience.

I felt his shoulder by my thighs as he bent down to unclip my ankles. I tried to stand, collapsed on him as he unfastened my wrists.

He drew me into a strong, supportive embrace. One hand clutched my waist; the other my bottom. I giggled a little at feeling his hard length between us.

I realized that, whatever else, I felt as fulfilled as I had ever been. It was this I had been born for, to be brought to my own deepest satisfaction by being the agent of another's.

His arms released me. Wobbly, I had to kick off my heels to stay upright as he led me towards Claire, now writhing silently with the egg's stimulation, her eyes tightly shut. We stood by a low chair a couple of steps in front of her.

"Did you watch, Zoe?" he asked.

I nodded. I was full of sympathy for Claire.

And jealousy. Despite what I had just been through, despite everything she  had just been through, I still envious of the tall beauty's predicament.

Gideon put his hand under my chin, turned my face towards his.

"Zoe," he said softly. "The first time you were in this flat, I told you that I wanted to possess you, that I wanted you bucking and crying under me in my bed. I told you that I wanted you kneeling in front of me. Do you remember that, Zoe?"

I found myself drifting up into those piercing grey eyes. "I remember it very well," I said softly.

"And...? What did you feel when I said that?"

"I was delighted," I said. "I wanted all those things." I paused, then, "I still do, Gideon."

"Then kneel," he said.

He lowered himself into the chair, spread his legs. His cock thrust up from between strong thighs still overlaid with red silk cord.

Claire groaned, deeply this time. As I looked, she opened her eyes, stared at us. I could see perspiration on her back and face. Her whole body suddenly rippled as the egg within her continued its unrelenting stimulation.

Gideon's hand suddenly clasped my leg.

"Zoe," he said, my name a commanding reminder.

I dropped to my knees in front of him, took a last quick look at the squirming woman beside us.

I had seen Gideon erect before. Not long ago, he had taken my virginity in this very room. I had pleased him orally since then, several times.