I had been sitting in Hot Java, the coffee shop in the precinct, when a hand tapped my shoulder. Lost in introspection, I was unaware of my surroundings. The tap on my shoulder snapped me back to reality. I looked around; it was Keith from just up our road.
“Hello, Mica. Gosh, you were miles away.”
“Yes, sorry, Keith, I was just thinking of what I was doing for the family lunch this weekend.”
“Ah, yes, Margot can be a bit like that, although I tend to do the weekend cooking.”
“Oh? Fair enough, Paul doesn’t cook much. He can, but he tends to have skills in other departments, and my son, Mik, well, let’s just say Mik is gastronomically challenged.”
That is an understatement; Mik cannot consistently boil an egg or even get two pieces of toast the same colour.
“Margot is an excellent cook, and even if I say so myself, I am not bad, so I tend to do the weekends and Margot the weekdays; we both can indulge those pleasures without it seeming a chore.”
“Nice.”
“Look, Margot is at home; why don’t you pop round for a coffee when you have finished in
town?”
Well, I could; I have never really spoken to them much. I hardly know the first thing about them. Keith is around seventy and over six feet tall, and if he has a beer belly, then he is hiding it under his shirt, and a very nice shirt it is too. Margot is a brassy blonde of average build in her sixties who always wears a lot of makeup, as I recall. But we haven’t really spoken much.
“Yes, okay, I shall. I have pretty much finished in town, so it will probably be about half an hour; is that okay?”
“Yes, Mica, that will be fine; I shall text Margot, and then you won’t be a surprise. I should be home before you get to us.”
He wandered off, and I finished my coffee. I had planned to go to the cook shop and look at the tureens, but that could wait for another day; there was no hurry at all. I gathered my shopping bags, checked I had left nothing behind, and headed to the car park. Luckily the rain had held off.
At home, I put my shopping bags on the kitchen table, nipped upstairs into my ensuite and quickly freshened up, and I was ready. Back downstairs I took a deep breath, held it, and then faced the door.
“Come on, Meesh, you can do this,” I said out loud. No one replied.
I grabbed my house keys and phone and headed across the road to go to Margot and Keith’s.
As soon as I knocked, the door opened. It was Keith.
“Come in, come in, we are in the conservatory,” he said, almost gushing.
I slipped my shoes off and followed him through to their conservatory. It was hot in there; the sun had really done its job and heated the glass room.
“Hello, hello, Mica,” Margot said as I walked in. “Sit yourself down.”
“Hello, Margot,” I replied, “thank you.”
Rather than sit next to her on the cane sofa, I sat on the cane chair opposite. Their garden looked busy, much busier than ours. There were borders and flower and shrub beds all over.
Obviously, at this time of year, there were no flowers, but a variety of different-colored shrubs gave it some depth. Quite a few Acers dotted around helped with the colour.
“So, Mica, is life treating you well?” Margot asked as we supped our drinks.
“Well, yes, you know, I think life is treating me well. Yes, it seems rather pleasant at the moment.”
Is your husband being attentive, or do you have a variety of options?
“Gosh, what an odd question, Margot.”
“Oh, sorry. We do like to mix and match, as it were. We host parties here where anything goes, no questions asked.”
“Goodness. No, we are not like that.”
“I can only assume that hubby is therefore seeing to your every personal need and that you have no lingering desires that are unfulfilled.”
“Crikey, not that I am aware of. Hubby and I have a very satisfactory personal life.”
“Good. So, you never fantasised about having multiple men at once, like one in your mouth, one in your hands, and one in your front and back?
“Good grief.” I wasn’t going to let on that I had been in that scenario and that I had several lovers, including my nineteen-year-old son. Oh no, that was information that she didn’t need to know.
“Oh, you will be surprised; we have ladies that like variety and their husbands that like to, shall we say, satisfy a curiosity.”
“I had no idea. And, in our street. Goodness.”
“Covid and the lockdown slowed things down for a while, but yes, we have had many a joyful time in our dungeon.”
“Dungeon? You have a dungeon?”
“Oh, yes,”
“My goodness, you mean, like, under the house and everything?”
“Oh no, Mica, it is a room that has been converted to look like and act like a dungeon.”
“Goodness. I can’t imagine that at all.”
“Well, would you like to see it?”
My curiosity was piqued. But I wanted to say no.
“Yes,” my traitorous mouth said.
“Come on, follow me.” Margot got up and beckoned me.
We went out of the conservatory and into their dining room. Crumbs. I have never seen anything like it. On one wall there were what looked like whips. Whips? Really? On another part of the wall were what looked like various types of handcuffs and manacles.
There was a swing with what appeared to be a sex toy protruding from the seat, which took me a moment to process. There were various leather clothes, hoods, balls on straps, a rack full of varying-sized imitation cocks, and just so much more.
“Fab, isn’t it? This was very popular at our parties.”
“I have no idea how you could possibly use any of this for sex; I just don’t.”
“Oh, sweetheart. Well, we could show you if you liked.”
“Er, no, I don’t think so, Margot. I don’t mind sex, but I think the situation is at a level beyond me.”
“Oh, no problem, sweetheart, but you did say that you liked sex. Well, so do we.”
She walked over to me and took my hand and led me out of their dungeon. She steered me towards the settee rather than the single chair. When I sat on the cane settee, she sat next to me.
As she sat, her hand rested on my thigh, higher than the hem of my skirt. “And how much do you like sex, sweetheart?” She asked, her fingers squeezing my thigh.
“Oh, well, I enjoy it when it happens, and it does seem to happen a lot to me.”
I realised that I had probably said too much, and I needed to correct it. “With hubby, I mean. All the sex that I could want.”
Her hand moved higher, and I could feel her fingertips just resting against my knickers.
“Does it now? I wonder why that is. When you walked in, I could feel something, and that is odd.”
“Oh? What did you feel, Margot?” I asked, moving my legs just a little further apart. It seemed that I was in for a new experience, one not involving my son.
“Something—perhaps electricity, a desire, or a wanting—was present. ” I am uncertain; it has been so long since our parties that I can no longer be sure what I felt, but there was definitely something.
What was definite was that her fingers were now pressing my knickers between the lips of my sex. I was in no way uncomfortable with her move; sex just happens to me. I was definitely getting wetter by the moment. I lifted my hips up a little and pulled my knickers down.
“Does that help Margot?” I asked as my hand now rested on her thigh. Keith was watching from his chair, a very pronounced bulge in his trousers.
“Oh yes, sweetheart, it helps a lot. This was not what we expected today, I can tell you.”
I moved my hand higher up her thigh and encountered a bare fanny, no knickers, thongs or hair.
“Usually, we only work with adults we know well, but there’s something about you that I can’t put my finger on; I’ve felt it since Keith brought you in.”
“Oh, I don’t know what that could be, Margot.” I stood up and pulled my top over my head and then undid and dropped my skirt. Standing there only in my bra, I looked at Keith and then at his bulge. “You seem to be hiding something, Keith,” I said, my legs apart as I stood looking at him.
“Keith, get your clothes off for the girl, goodness sake,” Margot said. I had to smile at being referred to as a girl.
Keith undid the buttons on his shirt and then stood and pulled it open and took it off. His chest was flat, to put it simply. He undid his trouser belt and waist and pulled them and his pants down. His cock was pretty impressive. It was probably only the same size as Mik’s, but on his small body, it appeared larger than it actually was.
Margot stood up and looked across at Keith.
“Keith, get over here and undo my zipper,” she commanded.
Keith did as instructed and undid the zip on her dress, pushing it forward off her shoulders, catching it as it fell. All that was left was her bra. I could not begin to guess what size it was, probably double G.
Naked, Margot was pretty intimidating. She wasn’t really fat, just big everywhere. She made me feel as if I were a size zero, and believe me, I am a ten, not a zero.
“Now then, Mica, it seems to me that you are overdressed for the occasion. Would you like some assistance?”
“Gosh, Margot, you are right; I am indeed overdressed. Let me address that for you both.”
I undid and removed my bra. Naked again, with someone else, someone not my husband, and another neighbour.
“Have you tried bondage, and do you enjoy it?” Margot asked.
“No idea what that is,” I answered, although, to be honest, which I rarely am these days, I did have a fair idea.
“It involves tying someone up and restraining them so that they cannot move, after which they are sexually used. They usually have many orgasms.”
“Oh.”
“Would you like to try it?”
“I guess.”
“Oh, excellent.” Margot actually clapped her hands. “Come with me,” she said and led me back to the dungeon.
“Keith, the frame,” she said.
Keith pulled a large metal frame from by the wall; I hadn’t noticed it before.
“Right,” Margot said, “you stand here, and we strap you to the frame. Okay? Still happy to carry on?”
“I guess so, yes.” Well, what was the worst that could happen? I stood in the frame, and Keith took each arm and then leg, and using thick leather straps, I was fixed to the frame, and I couldn’t move. I was spread out like a big X. Some more straps went behind my back, bottom, and knees from side to side, so I couldn’t move backward either.
“Okay?” Margot asked. I nodded.
Keith picked some strange leather strapping with a ball in it and slipped it over my head. “Open wide,” he said, and the ball went into my mouth. He tightened the straps, and now I couldn’t speak.
I watched Keith go and get one of the hoods I had seen earlier, and he put it over my head and tightened it. Now I couldn’t see anything either. What felt like metal gloves went over my hands; my fingers were forced straight, and I couldn’t clench.
I couldn’t see anything, I couldn’t say anything, and I couldn’t move anything. I heard what sounded like bolts being undone, and then movement. It took me a moment to realise that I was being moved somewhere; the frame must have had wheels that I hadn’t noticed.
Then there was a different sensation, almost of falling. I was being tipped backwards, and now I understood the straps that had gone behind me; they stopped me sagging. I felt straps lay across my stomach and then tighten; I was held both up and back, and now I was immobile. My arousal was going through the roof. My orgasm was growing; I could do nothing.
Something cold was spread over my fanny and bottom. Oh, why do so many people fixate on my bottom? Then, I felt pressure as something was pushed into my fanny and my bottom while also sliding along my valley. It kept pushing in, and it reached my depths, fully inside my fanny, inside my bottom, and the bit that had pushed along my valley now rested on my clitoris.
Neither Keith nor Margot spoke, and I could hardly hear any movements to try and work out what they were doing.
Oh fuck. The things inside me and on my clitoris started vibrating, like my toys did, but this was not only a vibration; the pieces inside my fanny and my bottom felt like they were rotating too. Oh.
Something was clipped to my nipples, first my right and then my left. Quite sharp at first, squeezing them, like clamps, I guessed, but I was finding it difficult to think; the vibrations were very distracting, in a pleasant way.
There was a tickling at my boobs; it grew in intensity, and I realised it was actual electricity, real shocks pulsing through my nipples into my boobs. Oh.
At that moment, I fully understood what they had done. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t stop them, and I couldn’t say anything, and my body was being pleasured, and I couldn’t stop it.
I heard something in the background but couldn’t make out what it was, and just as I was trying to identify it, something was placed on my head over my ears. I could no longer hear anything. Mute, blind and now deaf and immobile, I was under their control.
The shocks at my boobs increased a little, still not too painful, but getting there. The vibrations increased, and my own electrical pulses started journeying from my crotch. Only able to easily breathe through my nose, I couldn’t really gulp or pant, but I was sniffing in big breaths. Just as I was beginning to get into the rhythm, the things that had been pushed into my fanny, bottom and along my valley started moving in and out.
Oh.
I was being shagged by a vibrating machine in my fanny and bottom. The machine paused for a few seconds when it was fully in me, the thing in my valley vibrating on my clitoris. It paused halfway down my valley by my urethra, all the time vibrating in my fanny and bottom, and then paused again as it was what turned out to be as far out of me as it would go.
Fully in, pause, move outwards, pause, almost out, pause, back inwards, pause, fully in, pause, and it repeated, not stopping. I felt my bottom begin to clench, my fanny was starting to clamp, and the electric pulses were shooting from my crotch to join the real ones at my boobs.
I was clamping hard on the thing in my fanny, my bottom clenching around the thing inside it, my electrics shooting out, and I tried to scream, but I only gurgled. I tried to clench my fingers, but they wouldn’t move. I tried to arch my back, but I was immobile, and still I erupted. Every muscle in my body seemed to spasm, and as I came down, the realisation struck me. The vibrating things inside me were still vibrating, still moving, still rotating, still tickling at my clitoris.
The electric shocks at my nipples went up higher, right on the edge of painful. I tried to cry out, but all I did was make gurgling noises. I could not communicate; I could not tell them to stop, and still the vibrating things inside me were vibrating, moving, rotating, and tickling at my clitoris. I reminded myself that I had agreed to this and that I was fully consenting.
I was holding my breath, my body was stiffening, I could not stop it, and another climax was building. I tried to think of lying on a sandy beach, in the shade of an umbrella. I tried to think of a conundrum, anything to try and stop my approaching orgasm, but I failed; it crashed through me like a car through plastic railings.
My body spasmed; electric shots went from my groin to my overstimulated nipples, to my ears, to my toes. My fingers clamped in the metal gauntlet things couldn’t move, but they tried. My back strained against the straps as I attempted to arch it, but I couldn’t, and I was desperately trying to pant through my nose. I could do nothing; the eruption took me to a new level of pleasure coupled with an equal amount of pain.
I could hear nothing; I could feel nothing except the pulses of electricity that had been added to my nipples, my fingers, and now my toes. and the level went up. I think my whole body was trembling with the electric shocks being poured into it, and still the vibrating things inside me were vibrating, moving, rotating, and tickling at my clitoris.
I felt something added to my groin—something cool, some lubrication, I guess—and then the speed of things increased. I was being thoroughly shagged by some kind of machine. I was being electrocuted in my toes, my fingers and my nipples, and my body was just spasming and orgasming. There was no relief.
I stopped feeling anything, I stopped knowing what was happening, my body just carried on doing its thing, and I had switched off. I don’t know how long it took before I realised that things had stopped moving. After I realised that they had stopped, I noticed that the electric had also stopped. The things from my groin were slowly withdrawn, and something cooling was wiped over me – baby wipes, perhaps.
I felt some movement; I was rotated upright. Clips were removed from my nipples, and the gauntlet metal gloves from my hands. The straps went from my front and then my back. The headphones were removed, and sounds came back – just shuffling and people moving.
“We are going to take the blindfold off now, lovely. Close your eyes; it’ll seem very bright even though we have the blinds closed,” Margot said.
There was movement around my head, and the blindfold lifted. I had my eyes screwed tight, and still the light seemed blinding. I felt the buckles being undone, and the ball gag was removed.
My mouth felt so sore and stretched and unable to move whilst my body was spasming; it felt like my jaw was broken. I guess it wasn’t, though.
“Here, have a sip of this,” and I felt a cup at my mouth, and water tipped in. I let it wash around my dry mouth before swallowing. I didn’t dare try to speak; my mouth felt numb.
The straps around my feet were removed, and I was able to put my feet on the floor, but my legs didn’t want to take my weight. Margot held me while Keith undid my arms, and then she picked me up and carried me through to the conservatory.
“Now then, Mica, what did you think of that?” Margot asked.
I didn’t know what to think; I didn’t know what I felt. “How long?” I managed to say it had felt like such a long time.
“Fifteen minutes – we always give first-timers fifteen minutes; seasoned travellers usually have an hour.”
I couldn’t believe it. Fifteen minutes – I was sure it had been at least half an hour. I tried to stand; I managed it, but I was very wobbly. I pulled my top over my head, my arms sore from the spasms and not wanting to move. I pulled my skirt up and fastened it. My bra and pants went into my bag. I needed to get home. I was done.
Keith walked me home to make sure that I was okay, and once in the door, I managed to get upstairs. A bath – I needed a bath. I sat on the loo just waiting for the bath to fill, my phone at the side in case I needed to get help. I managed to get in and lie down, my nipples and nose the only things above the surface.
I am lucky that I didn’t drown; I know I slept. The water had gone cold, and I heard Mik calling from downstairs.
I managed to say “up here” in response, and a few minutes later, he appeared at the bathroom door.
“Hi, Mum.”
“Hi, Mik,” I managed.
“Oh, you sound off. Are you coming down with something?”
“You know, I might be. Would you be a love and make me a cup of tea?”
Mik disappeared, and I could hear the sounds of tea being made. I got out of the bath and pulled the plug to drain the water. I padded into my bedroom and put my fluffy dressing gown on and lay on the bed. If Mik had hoped for a little fun, then today he was out of luck, and I guessed Paul would be too; it would take me quite a while to get over so many orgasms in such a short period of time.
A Happening, they called it. Jesus, never again.
