BDSM Mega Boxed Set

by Anita Lawless, C. J. Sneere, Roxxy Meyer

  “Put your leg in here,” he says, and his thin, strong hands caress down my calf as he straps my ankle in. Both legs and wrists are secured and I place my forehead and chin against a headrest that reminds me of a visit to the optometrist.

  He steps back to admire me, but not before placing a gentle kiss to my lips. I think I hear another growl from Jake, but I can’t be sure this time. Then Luke holds up a small black circular device, which I soon learn is a remote, and he presses it.

  Sensation begins to hum through the sheer lingerie I wear. It’s tiny wires massage my breasts, tease my nipples erect. He tells me now that he has activated the garment it’s feeding off my body’s electricity, listening to what my body wants and responding.

  The fabric swirls sensation over my belly, across my back, and I start to relax. My eyes drift close, but they zip back open when the material that just reaches my clit starts to vibrate and warm up. A soft sigh escapes my lips as my labia and clitoris begin to swell from the delicious stimuli.

  Dom Luke sweeps his fingers over my cheek. “Very good, pet. Now while I go get your friend ready, tell me how it feels. Let’s take your assessments right here, right now, instead of waiting. This will give me a fresh perspective.”

  He moves away in proud strides to kneel before Jake. “All right, give me your ass, sexy,” he purrs, giving my friend a cheeky smile.

  Jake frowns angrily and his face goes as red as my darker, auburn hair this time. But he complies with the dom’s request, raising his legs as Luke shows him to. By now, Luke has stripped down to his tight leather pants and his sinewy chest and arms ripple with muscle and movement. He places Jake’s ankles on his shoulders and caresses his hands up my friend’s smooth thighs. Their gazes lock in a stare of challenge.

  My pussy grows wetter as I watch the dom pluck the anal plug off a steel table where he’d earlier placed both toys. This makes the teddy I wear react to my body even more, and the thrumming at my pussy and throughout my flesh grows stronger. I arch my back as much as the device I am strapped into will let me, and a small moan escapes me before I can stop it.

  The dom turns to me. “Ahh, see. She likes watching us touch each other. Tell me how you feel, my love,” he instructs me.

  “Wet,” I manage as sensation clouds my senses. “Wet and very horny.”

  My friend turns his stare on me and looks awestruck by my carnal confession. The dom looks as pleased as a fat cat who has swallowed the canary.

  “Good, very good,” he drawls out in a sexy tone. “Now keep telling me while I get your friend started here.”

  He uses the anal plug to tease my friend’s balls first, slipping its cool, jelly surface back and forth over his heavy sac, pressing its vibrating skin into his scrotum and swirling circles over this tender flesh. Then he makes a show of lubing up the other man’s ass, and my friend can’t hold back at this. His eyes flutter and he grits his teeth, but a groan of pleasure escapes him as his cock begin to fatten with arousal.

  “This is a very special anal plug,” the dom tells him as he slowly, seductively, sinks it into the other man’s pink, puckered anus. “The nubs are designed to massage your prostrate, but they also release an oil laced with ginger. See the tiny holes I showed you?” He held the toy up for my friend to view before he inserted it. “The oil is secreted through those. Much like our lady’s lingerie, it is designed to respond to your body. So as your asshole heats up, as your body becomes electric, the toy has a special insert where the ginger oil is kept, and this will release with your response. It will calm you as well as titillate you.”

  My friend just sighs loudly and nods in response.

  The anal plug glides down from his scrotum, teasing his perineum until he tilts his head back and I see one of his hands fist. They are now tied behind his back with some gleaming white nylon rope. The dom said this was necessary since he doesn’t want my skittish friend to bolt and run, although he said the statement was tongue in cheek. But watching the two men touch, watching him pleasure and loosen the other man’s inhibitions, is making my lust uncontrollably strong. I never realized how sexy such a display could be.

  The plug is in, and I see my friend’s toes curl and relax under the assault of bliss. His hands, bound at the back of the chair, struggle in their tethers. The dom dips his head between his legs and laps at the other man’s balls. He tugs some of the thin skin with his teeth and my friend moans loudly now. I can’t help but respond in kind as my pussy pulses intensely.

  He next takes the device that looks like a flashlight from the steel table then he liberally spreads lube over his fingers before he plunges them inside what he tells us is a masturbator, or stroker. Basically a synthetic pussy. Before he slides it down my friend’s erect shaft, he wraps his lips around the head of his penis and sucks until the other man bites his lips furiously to stop the moaning. He laps under the glans with his long pink tongue, and I find myself wishing his licks were stroking across my aching sex. Still, I enjoy watching almost as much.

  He deep throats my friend, who arches up and drives his cock balls deep into the dom’s mouth. The dom withdraws then and slides the jelly masturbator down over the other man’s twitching, meaty penis. My friend lets out a long sigh and his eyes flutter closed. His hips buck up and down in a slow, steady rhythm as he fucks the toy.

  The dom unties one of the man’s hands. “Play with this nice toy while I go service our lady.” Then he leans closer and I see him tongue the shell of my friend’s ear before I hear him whisper, “I’ll get back to you later. But tell me how you feel as you play. I need details.”

  My friend does his best to croak out an assessment, and jack himself off with one hand, while the dom stalks toward me like a confident jungle cat.

  “For you, my love,” he croons as he walks behind me and fondles my ass. “We’re going to turn on this machine and take you on a wild ride.”

  He flicks some switches and the apparatus I’m suspended in whirs to life. The lingerie that responds to my natural electricity begins to vibrate even stronger against my skin, my nipples, my cunt. I gasp as cool fingers of steel spread my legs and ass wider apart. A vibrator that feels very much like a real cock begins to glide up and down my crack.

  Bare chested, Dom Luke stands between me and his other new employee and watches us writhe in ecstasy. He demands we tell him exactly how it feels once more.

  I tell him how wonderful the thick, ridged synthetic cock feels as it enters me and stretches my pussy walls to accommodate its girth. The penis tilts to get at my g-spot from a better angle, and after it does the sublime pleasure unfurling inside of me climbs higher and I cry out my enjoyment.

  “Ah yes.” The dom strokes my face, places a feathery kiss to my lips. “I can see this design will be a success.”

  Another mechanical hand raises up and I notice one of its thin, metallic digits wears a finger vibrator the dom showed to me on my first day. It’s clear and purple, with tiny bumps running all over its surface. It vibrates powerfully as it presses into the swelling bead of flesh between my legs.

  “Sooo good,” I moan out, my hips bucking in time with the fucking and the masturbation. My eyes roll back and close as the cock thrusts in a slow, steady rhythm that amps the blissful pressure in my g-spot even higher.

  “Yes, my love,” the dom speaks in a voice made hoarse with lust. “Enjoy yourself while I go play with your friend.”

  I watch his firm ass move under the shiny leather as he struts back to his other test subject. My friend’s forehead is now beaded with sweat, and the dom touches the remote that controls the anal plug to turn up the vibration stroking my friend’s rectum. He lets out a ragged groan that sounds part growl in response, and he pumps the transparent synthetic pussy up and down his cock faster, faster. The dom tells him we’ll be able to watch him cum, thanks to the see-through material the toy is made from.

  The dom dips to his knees and I hear him tell the other man, “Let me finish you,” as he ties my friend’s
free wrist back behind the chair. My friend mildly protests as the dom slides his ankles around his neck, but this earns him a sharp rap on the ass that quiets him. Earlier, the dom gave us safe words to use if we weren’t comfortable with where the sexual experimentation went, and I’m surprised my friend doesn’t use them now. Instead he watches me, green eyes glittering with desire, as the dom dips his head to thoroughly lap at his scrotum. While he does so, he grips the pliant masturbator encasing the other man’s cock and begins to milk him.

  I’m awash in ecstasy as I watch them and take my synthetic fucking. Stimuli explodes throughout my brain and body, leaving me writhing in the grip of the sex apparatus that teases and titillates me.

  I watch as the dom uses teeth to tug on my friend’s balls and then his perineum. He laps all around the anal plug with his long, deft tongue while he slide the tight masturbator up and down the other man’s cock. My friend writhes and squirms in the chair. His legs grip the dom’s neck with fierce strength as he lifts his ass off the seat and fucks the toy, lost in a cloud of building bliss. This display is so erotic I come right then and there, and my response, as the dom had told me, make the sex toy I’m strung up in increase its efforts to pleasure me further.

  Another metallic hand comes up, holding a feather it strokes over my nipples repeatedly until they tingle and harden. It tickles my stomach with the downy tips while the synthetic cock draws out of my dripping sex and then teases me by barely entering my throbbing hole. It only allows me tiny thrusts that torture me as I try to draw it farther into my extra-sensitive cunt.

  The dom draws the anal plug from my friend as I watch. He keeps his gaze, which smolders with blatant desire, on me the whole time. He licks my friend’s nipples, teasing them until the other man moans and thrashes in his bonds. Then he unties his employee and helps him stand, all the while still expertly pumping his thick cock inside the snug sex toy that seems to fit like a glove.

  He slides behind my friend and wraps his free arm around his chest, cradling him tight against him so their sweat dampened bodies move slickly over one another. With those penetrating icy blue eyes, the dom traps me and asks, “Would you like to watch me fuck him?”

  My friend’s eyes widened and he thrashes a bit in the dom’s grip, but still he doesn’t utter the safe word. I look at him, he looks at me, and it seems an unspoken understanding passes between us.

  “Yes,” I say, my voice breathy and thin with lust.

  He nips at my friend’s ear then whisper into it, “And how would you like that? Hmmmm? Would you like my thick cock far up your ass, ramming away? Say yes. That’s all you have to do.”

  My friend’s eyes never leave me. He knows I want this, want to watch the dom fuck him in a wild, carnal display. I sense he swallows his reservations to please me. “Yes,” he says.

  The dom can’t resist taunting him more first. “Yes, what?”

  The other man growls as he pumps his hips up, and I know it’s taking all his self control not to cum right then and there. “Yes, fuck me.”

  The dom bites his neck then suckles it before mocking him again, “Say please.”

  “Please.” My friend practically snarls the word.

  The dom shucks his pants and then puts on a condom before sliding all nine inches of his thick, veiny cock up the other man’s ass. They sigh and moan as they squirm against one another. He takes my friend, who’s legs are now visibly shaking, down to the floor, still milking him while he pumps his shaft in and out of his ass. As I watch my friend cum, filling the pinkish, translucent masturbator with his seed, I come for a second time. While they writhe and fuck on the floor, I soon have a third climax.

  The dom strokes his chest, bites a trail down his neck, while he thrust faster and faster inside of the other man. I watch them scrabble over the floor in their beastlike lust, feeling another orgasm building inside me as I do. Soon the dom thrusts deep and cries out as he spills semen deep inside my friend. Glistening with sweat and heaving breath, he pulls out of the other man’s ass and they briefly lay in each other’s arms as they gather their senses while their lust cools.

  “Did you enjoy watching that, my love?” the dom asks after untangling from my friend and getting to his feet. He strokes my chin and then holds it while he gazes deep into my eyes.

  “Yes.” I smile. “Very much.”

  He returns my grin and then kisses me hungrily before saying, “Next time it will be you.”

  After orgasm number four, Luke asks Jake to help unfasten me from the sex machine. I almost fall to my knees since my legs are so weak from the pleasure assault. We file our assessments of these new toys, and I file one for my first day, before Dom Luke takes us back to my place and drops us off. He tells me my performance was great, so he’s decided to wave the homework. We only have thirty minutes before Jake and I have to pick up the kids.

  Inside the house, I shower and ask Jake to join me, but he refuses, looking surly as he stalks off to the other bathroom to clean up. I sigh, hoping another fight isn’t brewing.

  Before I clean up I check my bank account. My heart nearly jumps in my throat when I see the amount there. I can’t help but clap my hands in glee. There’s enough to easily fix the roof and do some other minor repairs to the house. Soon, there will be enough to enroll my son Preston in hockey, which he so desperately wants. And Michael can get a bunch of art supplies. My oldest love to paint and wants to be a graphic artist one day. With this cash, I’ll be able to get him the latest art program he’s been going on about.

  We take Jake’s old clunker to pick up the kids. Unable to hold back my infectious good mood, I turn to him and say, “You’ll be able to get a new car with the cash from this job. Isn’t that great?”

  He shrugs and sneers. “I’m not sure I’m going back.”

  I turn to him, feeling my eyes widen as my stomach sinks in disappointment. “Not going back? Are you crazy? Have you checked your bank account? Dom Luke made good on his promise to pay us well.”

  He flashes me an angry look and his knuckles go white as he clutches the steering wheel so hard. “So what? Money isn’t everything. It can’t buy happiness.”

  I roll my eyes at him. “No, but it can certainly pay your bills and relieve a hell of a lot of stress. You know, pride really does go before a fall, Jake.”

  He glares at me, and the remainder of the ride to the kids’ school is filled with us arguing over the new job. As we stop outside the school and the kids run out, we’re still fighting.

  “I don’t want to talk about it anymore today,” Jake yells as Preston and Michael slide in the backseat.

  “Talk about what?” Preston asks. He never misses a thing.

  Jake and I exchange an uncomfortable look, then I turn to face the kids and smile. “About our new job. Remember that nice man that came to visit us the other day?”

  Michael smiles wide and nods. Preston is less animated but he nods as well.

  “Well, he’s Jake’s boss now, too. We both work for him. And, guess what?”

  Preston’s little eyes gleam and he moves to the edge of his seat, getting closer to me. “What?”

  “I’ll be making enough money that we can fix the house and put you into hockey after all.” Then I turn to Michael, my quieter, more sensitive child. “And you can get a bunch of art supplies, including that program you wanted so bad.”

  His tiny face, usually so stoic, breaks into an even wider smile. Ever since his dad and I split up, he’s been hiding his emotions, afraid he did something wrong to split us up. I’ve reassured him and talked with him, telling him it wasn’t his or Preston’s fault, but he’s still been so reserved. When he met Dom Luke, and today, that stoic nature he’s taken on slipped, and I see genuine happiness on my oldest boy’s face again for the first time in a long while.

  The boys cheer happily, but when I turn back to face Jake he doesn’t look happy at all. He mouths, “We’ll talk about this later.”

  After the kids are in bed, he stal
ks into the kitchen and whispers in a hiss, “I am not going back there.”

  I whirl on him, my hands still soapy from washing the dishes. “So you’d rather disappoint the boys then suck it up?”

  He shakes his head at me and growls. “I really thought you were above coercion, Carrie.”

  I throw the plate I was washing back into the sink, nearly breaking it. “This isn’t coercion. It’s me being practical.”

  He scoffs. “Oh, yeah, it was real practical to put me on the spot like that in front of the kids earlier. I never knew you could be so selfish.”

  “Selfish?” I squawk, but any further retort dies on my lips as my cell phone rings.

  Jake and I both look at the table, and we both have a hunch who it is. Before I can answer, he says, “I’m not going back. Do what you want, but I’m through with that guy.” He stalks off toward his bedroom.

  I pick up the phone and push TALK. “Hello.”

  “Carrie, my dear.” The sound of Luke’s voice does things to me I’m not even sure I’m comfortable with, but I’m glad to hear him all the same. “You and your boy toy performed so marvelously today, I have a new proposition for you both.”

  I laugh. “He’s not my boy toy.”

  “Nevertheless,” Dom Luke continues. “You two have a certain spark, and I think your friend is far more curious about sexual experimentation than he lets on. He responded well to me and my toys today, as did you.”

  My face heats and I stammer, “Well, thank you.”

  “Now, how would the two of you like to come perform in the Surrender sex club I own?” He rattles off a payment for said services that nearly makes me choke.

  Before I can stop myself, I’m accepting the offer for both of us. “We’d love to.”

  “Excellent.” His voice drips approval and honey. Before he hang up, he gives me all the details on when he’ll pick us up and what’s expected of us. My heart hammers in my ears, for I know Jake isn’t going to like this at all.