It was Penny’s favorite part. The anticipation as she waited, bound and blindfolded. Sam’s cube-like contraption held her arms pleasantly outstretched. The leather restraints that her husband had sanded and oiled so as not to leave a blister held her knees and ankles snugly as they pulled her legs wide apart. Her lower back was arched. It felt sexy to be on display like this, but she knew her back would hurt when she was finally released.
Penny’s tongue pushed against the ball gag. Her anus clenched and unclenched involuntarily against the smooth cold plug in her ass. Her left brow itched under the blindfold. Her nipples were oddly free of clamps on this Sunday morning, but they stiffened with excitement as she recalled the pleasant burn that they provided.
She could hear them chatting, Sam and Loretta. They liked to make her wait. What would they do this time? Would the emphasis be on giving her pleasure or denying it? Would there be the sharp slaps and biting pain of their hands or the flatter sound and warming strokes of leather straps? Would they “torture” her with seemingly endless forced orgasms? Would they simply tease her, edging her but not allowing a climax, letting the pressure build until the next time? Or would they use her only for their own pleasure, reducing her to warm holes and an outstretched tongue?
The worst, or perhaps best, was when they didn’t touch her at all. Sometimes they would just fuck on the carpeted floor in front of her. She would hear their moans and groans, their sucking and licking noises, the sound of flesh pounding against flesh. She would smell Loretta. First her perfume, and then her sex. She would hear Loretta’s orgasmic convulsions. She would listen for Sam’s restrained roar when he came and then smell his spunk. They would feed her his cock, covered in the residue of them both, and then, if she was lucky, one of Loretta’s tits, covered in Sam’s briny seed. And then they would leave.
Penny felt a growing droplet of her own excitement gather at the hood of her clit. She visualized it dripping to the leather bench beneath her. And then she heard the familiar squeak of the door hinge.
Her aching wait for the unknown was over.
