kitten's tale (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tymber Dalton

  Chapter Seven

  Sarah had recovered from that spanking by the time Saturday night rolled around. Which was a good thing, because they were going to the monthly privately held play party they tried to frequent but had missed several months in a row. Sarah enjoyed this particular play party even more because a lot of their close friends in the BDSM lifestyle attended it.

  The private dungeon parties were held in a retrofitted barn on a rural piece of property. Before they went inside, Ray turned to Sarah. “We have a surprise for you tonight, kitten.”

  “What, Sir?”

  “You’ll see soon enough.” He glanced at the other cars parked out in the field. “Mike’s not here yet. Once he’s here, all shall be revealed.” His playful smile told her she’d enjoy whatever it was even as her curiosity piqued.

  Oot put their bags on a bench inside and continued on into the play area to take their covered dish contribution to the buffet table. She didn’t even have time to get changed out of her street clothes when Mike walked into the changing room.

  “Sir says you all have a surprise for me,” she said by way of greeting as she received a hug from him.

  His eyes sparkled with mirth. “Yes, we do.” He lightly smacked her on the ass. “You need to learn patience, kitten.” He looked like he’d just got a haircut. Then he laughed. “Of course, it’s so much fun watching Ray punish you for being impatient. And why are you still dressed, kitten?”

  She stuck out her lower lip before she pulled her blouse off over her head. “I’m getting there, Sir. We just got here.”

  “Well, change faster.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. Get changed and meet us all inside.” He also headed into the play space, leaving her standing there.

  It was still early in the night, and less than half of the expected partygoers had arrived. Sarah changed into her leather harness, cuffs, and collar that she wore for play and walked into the play space. The three men stood talking near the buffet table. At her approach, they all turned to look at her.

  She felt her comfortable, submissive mindset slipping. “Okay, you guys want to tell me what’s going on?”

  Ray grabbed her ponytail and pulled her to him, forcing her to look up at him. “You want to watch that tone of voice, kitten?”

  She immediately felt herself dropping back down. “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He relaxed his grip on her hair without letting go. “Let’s go into the back and talk in private.”

  She laid her head against his shoulder, her face tucked against his neck. “Thank You, Sir,” she softly said.

  Without releasing her hair, the four of them walked through the play space to the very back where no one had set up for a scene yet. He wrapped one arm tightly around her shoulders, his lips pressed against the top of her head while he slipped his other hand between her legs. “Spread, kitten,” he ordered.

  She spread her legs, giving him access.

  He unerringly found her clit and started stroking. “I wouldn’t mind you sucking my cock while Mike’s caning you, and Oot’s between your legs licking your clit.”

  Her eyes dropped closed and she moaned. Every flick of his finger against her clit, rubbing on her piercing, sent bolts of need through her. She felt herself getting wetter.

  “In fact, I was kind of hoping for that tonight,” he rumbled in her ear. “Watching Mike redden your ass before Oot used the Hitachi on you and then fucking your brains out. Feel you moaning around my cock. Just standing there and enjoying the view while you show everyone what a good little cocksucker you are for me.”

  She whimpered against his neck. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Rational thought vanished as a stiff breeze of desire flooded her brain and body.

  “You’re my good little cocksucker, aren’t you, kitten?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  His finger worked harder, faster. “You want to show everyone what a good little girl you are for me, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir!” Her orgasm grew ever closer.

  “You’d love the thought of having everyone watching while Oot fucks your ass or your pussy, all while you’re deep-throating me, wouldn’t you?”

  She felt like she’d melt in his arms from the heat in his voice. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, barely able to form coherent words.

  He withdrew his hand from between her legs and brushed his fingers against her lips. “Open, kitten,” he ordered.

  She did, eagerly sucking his fingers into her mouth even as she whimpered in protest over him stopping what he’d been doing.

  “Such a good girl. Now, do you want to do this tonight, or do you want to think about it?” While they played sexually in private, Ray and Oot usually kept their clothes on at parties. The thought of everyone watching her service Ray and Oot turned her on and had been one of her long-time private fantasies.

  “Yes, Sir,” she mumbled around his fingers.

  He chuckled. “Yes, what?”

  She forced her eyes open, to look into his face as he pulled his fingers from her mouth with a wet pop. “Yes, Sir, I want to do it.”

  * * * *

  Every nerve in her body felt alive, tingling, as the men gathered their equipment. They staked out a spanking bench in the farthest corner of the play space, and she watched from where she knelt on the floor, waiting, her pussy growing ever wetter, as they laid out implements to use on her.

  “Kitten.” Ray’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts and back to the present. “Would you like to join us or kneel there all night?”

  Her face reddened as she looked up to see all three men smiling at her, expectant expressions on their faces. She stood and walked over to the bench, lying facedown on the towel they’d placed over the top of it.

  They quickly clipped her wrist and ankle cuffs to the restraint points on the bench. Ray knelt in front of her.

  “You’re sure you’re okay with this?”

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “If at any time you decide to change your mind, call red. Okay?”

  She nodded.

  Ray leaned in and kissed her, a deep, sensual, probing kiss that took her breath away and sent another flood of moisture into her cunt.

  Mike brought her leather blindfold over and handed it to Ray.

  “Is our good girl ready to play?” Ray asked.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He kissed her before buckling the blindfold on her. As darkness overtook her world, she took a deep breath and relaxed against the bench and her restraints. Strong, warm, tender hands caressed her flesh. As her desire built, their fingers traveled along her curves. In her mind she visualized the heat following their movements, tracing erotic shapes across her skin.

  One hand slipped between her legs, two fingers parting her labia and sliding inside her wet pussy.

  “Oh, she’s really wet.” Oot. She smiled and playfully wiggled her hips for him. He finger-fucked her, making her whimper. Soon, her mind was flying, deep in subspace despite them not using a single implement on her yet.

  A hand slipped through her hair and fisted it, forcing her head up.

  “How are you, kitten?” Ray asked.

  “Fine, Sir.”

  “Such a good girl.” He gently lowered her head back to the bench. Then she felt something warm and firm brush against her lips. “Open, kitten.”

  His cock. She smiled as she opened wide and greedily accepted his stiff member.

  He cupped her head with his hands as he let out a low moan. “Oh, that’s so good, kitten. Show everyone what a good little cocksucker you are.”

  She needed no encouragement. And as Oot continued fingering her, she felt him reach beneath her with his other hand and find her clit.

  Ray’s fingers firmly held her head in place. “Come for us, kitten.”

  It felt like her world would unhinge. As she felt her orgasm climb, Mike started slapping her ass, first one cheek then the other, a steady back-and-forth rhythm th
at accelerated her climax like a shuttle launch.

  When she moaned around Ray’s cock, he chuckled. “Such a good girl. That’s one. We plan to give you many more tonight.” His hips slowly thrust, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth, taking total control.

  The smacks on her ass turned into strokes from what she suspected was a riding crop. And as Oot’s fingers in her pussy disappeared, the strokes quickened until she was crying and writhing, trying to get away from them.

  Until she heard the unmistakable click of the Hitachi vibrator switching on. She felt it pressed against her clit, and her world unhinged again, the sweet sting of the crop instantly fading in her consciousness as the vibrator shot her straight to another explosive orgasm.

  Ray held her head firmly in place, still no closer to his own orgasm. She knew from experience that once he got it up, he could hold off his climax as long as he wanted to. Something she loved usually, but she suspected she might be begging for mercy from all of the orgasms before he shot his load.

  Oot wielded the Hitachi relentlessly kept it in place, forcing two more orgasms out of her while Mike switched from the crop to a paddle. She’d started yet another climb when Oot switched off the vibrator. Five hard swats, nearly enough to make her safeword, were delivered to her ass before the impacts stopped.

  Tears rolled down her cheeks, her world a blissful mix of pleasure and pain and submission, the world dissolving so only the delicious things being done to her filled it.

  Cool lube was drizzled between her ass cheeks. Oot’s gloved finger, also covered with lube, slowly worked some into her rosebud. She continued sucking Ray’s cock as she absorbed the new sensation, knowing what was coming next.

  Sure enough, after working a second finger and more lube into her, the fingers disappeared, just to be replaced by a small butt plug.

  “Push, kitten,” Oot commanded.

  She did, gasping as the butt plug settled home. The full sensation in her ass only served to ramp her need up yet again.

  “Good girl,” Ray cooed at her.

  She redoubled her efforts sucking Ray’s cock, her lips and tongue doing as much as he’d allow her to do with the firm grip he still had on her head.

  Bare-handed spanking followed, every few strikes intentionally hitting the butt plug as well and leaving her craving the feeling of something stuffed inside her pussy, too. A few minutes into the spanking, she felt Oot’s hands on her breasts. He tweaked her nipples between his fingers, laughing when she let out a loud moan of pleasure.

  “She likes that, Master.”

  “Of course she does,” Ray said. “Duh. You like it, too.”

  Then she froze. A nipple clamp was attached first to her left, then her right nipple. She cried out around Ray’s cock as she struggled to process the new sensation that bordered on pain.

  “Code if you need to, kitten,” Ray said. “You’ve had these on before.”

  She had, and she struggled to cope with the new sensation. Pinching, yet at the same time sending additional bolts of need to her already swollen and throbbing clit.

  “Not quite,” Oot said, a smile in his tone. She felt the nipple clamps grow heavier, pulling straight down.

  That’s when the vibration started.

  She moaned, her back arching. No, she’d never had vibrating nipple clamps before.

  Mike laughed from somewhere off to the side. “Oh, she likes that.”

  “Yes, she does,” Ray agreed.

  She managed to mumble, “Mmhmm,” around his cock. It had grown even stiffer and harder.

  Oot slapped her ass. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, kitten,” he playfully chastised.

  They gave her a moment to assimilate the new sensations. She suspected they were also preparing for whatever the next round of play would entail.

  She didn’t have to wait long. The warm heat of a body clad in jeans pressed against the back of her thighs. Oot. Then a finger probed between her labia again, coating her already-slick pussy with more of her juices.

  “Okay,” Ray said.

  The click of the Hitachi again gave her a split second to anticipate before Oot’s cock slid deep inside her.

  She gasped, followed by a deep, rolling moan as her climax slammed into her.

  “Oh, fuck,” Ray whispered. His fingers grabbed her hips as he fucked her, hard and fast, slamming her even deeper onto Ray’s cock. “Dammit, she feels good. No offense, Oot.”

  Oot laughed. “None taken, Master.”

  She struggled to go even deeper on Ray’s cock, to deep-throat him, but she was helpless to do anything but lie there and enjoy the feeling of being totally filled and fucked at both ends.

  “You’re going to swallow every drop of cum I give you, aren’t you, kitten?” Ray asked her.

  “Mmhmm!”

  “Such a good girl.” She felt his cock begin to throb and the first drops of pre-cum slide along her tongue.

  Another orgasm hit her, the pleasant stretch of the butt plug intensifying every stroke of Oot’s cock inside her, multiplied by a gazillion with the Hitachi against her clit and the vibrating nipple clamps.

  Oot began to slap her ass as he fucked her even harder. “Come for us again, kitten. Come on, you can do it. I can feel your body every time you squeeze my cock. You’re loving this.”

  “That’s because she’s our good little cocksucker,” Ray grunted as he tightly fisted her hair and drove his cock deep into her throat.

  The force of her orgasm ripped a scream from her. She somehow managed to swallow every drop of his juices shooting down her throat without losing any. Not a single ounce of muscle control remained in her body. She lay there, quivering and climaxing and moaning.

  And never wanting it to end.

  “Good girl,” Oot also said as he plowed deep inside her with one final thrust before falling still.

  The Hitachi disappeared and shut off. She winced as Oot carefully removed the nipple clamps. He gently sucked each nipple into his mouth after removing the clamps, soothing the sting.

  Ray’s hands relaxed as he stroked her hair. His cock grew soft in her mouth, but she didn’t want to relinquish it. “Such a good girl. Such a very good girl.”

  “This, Master?” Oot eagerly asked.

  Ray laughed as he stroked her head. “Yes, go ahead.”

  The Hitachi fired up again.

  Without Ray’s stiff cock in her mouth to muffle the noise, she let out a loud, low moan as pleasure rippled up and down her body in incessant waves.

  Oot switched off the Hitachi. “How’s that?”

  She could barely nod.

  Someone draped a light blanket over her while the three men quickly worked together to remove the butt plug, clean her up, and unfasten her restraints. As Ray helped her sit up, he folded his arms around her. “Blindfold on or off, kitten?”

  She tucked her head against his chest. “On, Sir,” she whispered, shivering as echoes of her last climax washed through her.

  “Good girl.” He scooped her into his arms. When he sat with her a moment later, she knew they were on the leather couch near where they’d played.

  Drawing her arms and legs tightly inside the cocoon of his arms, she let herself cry.

  A few minutes later, she heard Mike and Oot walk over. A warm hand stroked her shoulder. “Is she okay?”

  “Yeah. Her post-scene cry.”

  She nodded, sniffling.

  Someone held a tissue up to her nose. “Blow, hon,” Oot urged.

  She did.

  From the sound of their voices, she suspected Oot had taken up a place on the floor in front of them, while Mike sat on the couch next to her and Ray. Mike began rubbing her feet while Oot reached under the blanket, found her hand, and laced his fingers through hers.

  They talked in soft tones about a variety of things, except her, while she lay there and recovered her wits. When she felt ready, she nuzzled Ray’s chest.

  “Ready to come up, kitten?” he asked.

 
She nodded.

  She kept her eyes closed while he unbuckled the blindfold and removed it. Despite the dim lights in the dungeon, she slowly opened her eyes, blinking a few times to let them adjust.

  All three men looked at her with equally worried expressions.

  “What?” she asked.

  “Are you okay, kitten?” Ray asked. “Really?”

  She smiled and nodded. “Just one problem.”

  “What?” they all asked.

  “I want to do it again. Like right now. Think you and Oot can get it up again?”

  She laughed as her men’s eyes widened before they smiled and broke into laughter.

  Chapter Eight

  Despite her comment, there wasn’t another round of play in store for her that night. Ray told her to get dressed and they spent the rest of the night talking with friends and eating from the delicious potluck buffet spread.

  When she started yawning, Ray called it a night. “Come on, kitten. Time to put you to bed.”

  The next morning when she woke up before her men, she felt sore in ways she hadn’t felt sore in a long, long time.

  Good ways.

  In the bathroom, she turned and examined the bruises on her ass. She smiled. Yep, it was a riding crop. The unmistakable shape was etched in purple on her butt. As she ran her fingers over the marks, she enjoyed the feeling of them there. Some subs didn’t want marks.

  Not her. She loved proof of the night remaining on her flesh for a couple of days. It also meant sitting down would be a constant reminder and keep her more than wet until they faded.

  Giggling, she pulled on a robe and went to the kitchen to start the coffee before going outside to get the morning paper. Ray was just waking up when she carried both in to him a few minutes later. Oot wanted to be left alone on Sunday mornings. He would likely sleep past noon.

  “Here you go, Sir.”

  He sat up, yawning. With an arched eyebrow he noted her attire. “What’s that robe still doing on you?”

  “Sorry, Sir.” She shucked it and dropped it to the floor.

  “You know,” groused Oot from his side of the bed, “some of us are not fricking morning people, if you don’t mind.”