Talking Points

Marissa finds herself guided out of the dining room into the front hall, turning left toward the stairs. "Step up." Tanya says from terrifyingly close behind. "One at a time."

Tentatively, Marissa lifts her foot. "I'll fall!"

"Not while I'm her to guide you." The whip tickles the back of her right foot guiding it onto the first tread. "Now the other one." Finding it difficult to balance with arms restrained, Marissa almost stumbles, but feels Tanya pushing deliciously firmly into her back. "Again." They begin the long slow climb of the staircase, Tanya's left hand on her bottom, right on the whip, guiding, stroking and directing until they reach the top and turn left.

"This isn't the way to your bedroom." Marissa says, trying to damp down the fearful tremor in her voice.

"No. Who said we were going there?"

"But I..."

"Sh." Busy fingers unclasp Marissa's halter neck sports bra and the stretchy white fabric drops to a beige carpeted landing floor.

"What are we doing?" Marissa pleads.

"Playing lovely games." Tanya giggles as she guides her friend forward. A heavy door opens into a large wooden floored room containing a weight training bench and a mechanical running track. Floor length dark red curtains hang all around the walls. "Now I'm going to sit you down here and bring you some nice things to wear. But first." The loop of soft fabric binding her wrists slithers off. "Now turn around." Tanya says softly. "Sit on this bench and put your arms out for Mummy." Marissa lets lace clad hands guide her to the bench, then padded wrist cuffs snap around her wrists, holding her arms against the bench legs. A long lingering kiss on the back of her neck increases her arousal, setting off a soft implosion of her forebrain, melting all further resistance. Tanya's lips track down her neck to her spine for ten ecstatically charged seconds. "Nice." Tanya says, making a soft moan creep out of her friend's mouth. "Wait there." The whip strokes gently across her back and Marissa's bottom shivers.

Facing nothing but plain red floor length curtains, Marissa feels a hundred conflicting emotions. Her Catholic guilt is saying one thing, her body is really riffing. Vulnerability is overpowered by a gleeful anticipation, humiliation by arousal. The crotch of her panties feel hot and damp against the padded bench, nipples almost painfully stiff. Leaning forward and pressing down, she senses a radiant warmth spreading out from her now-horny little cunt, jamming all the conflicting guilt signals coming down her spinal column. Experimentally at first she rubs her mound into the bench, pushing down with all her weight and repeating the motion. Her forebrain grows sluggish and delighted little shivers run down to her toes. Her forehead and back prickle with nervous sweat. She begins to breathe deeply, timing each pelvic thrust to a deep shuddering breath.

"Mm. Well done." Tanya says as the door opens behind her. "Now we're going to play dress up." She releases the padded cuffs around Marissa's arms. "I think it's time for baby doll to come out and play. Arms up."

Marissa does as she is told and cool sheer chiffon slips delightfully over her arms, wrapping around her shoulders. Tanya, still wearing the Bustier and see through short skirt, ties the split fronted nightie under Marissa's aching b-cups. "Stand up and let's get those horrible soggy knickers off."

With a wicked little smile, Marissa puts her hand under her friend's skirt to stroke naked vaginal lips, brushing against them delicately with the back of her forefinger. "Ow!" The riding crop stings her thigh.

"Not yet darling. Plenty of time for that. Panties off first." Tanya smiles.

Reluctantly stepping off the bench, Marissa slowly peels her sodden Sloggi's off her hips feeling the fabric unstick deliciously from between the cleft of her exercise sculpted bottom. "Hmm." Tanya strikes a thoughtful pose, hand on hip, finger to lips, a dangerous look in her eyes. "Still untrimmed. How awfully old fashioned."

"I thought hairy was the in-look nowadays." Marissa finally finds her voice.

"Only if you're French darling. You need a trim. Sit there and entertain yourself while I get the doings." Tanya turns and hands her a clean lacy black thong. "Don't put those on yet."

"What is this room?"

"It's our little gymnasium darling."

"A gym? With curtains around the walls?"

Tanya dodges the question with a smirking "Back in a minute."

Marissa is left sitting on the bench, staring at the curtains. Getting to her feet, she walks across the room to the end and partly opens the curtain. With a little gasp she faces her full length reflection in a dance studio size mirror. The short black chiffon garment barely hiding shapely breasts and her pubic hair is a tangled little vee hiding her damp little crevice. Tied back hair is a mess, bits sticking out from the hairband. For a moment she is transfixed by her own reflection before her left hand drifts to her right breast, fingertip to nipple, palm and thumb rolling around the soft flesh before travelling oh so slowly down to her nether curls. Her pupils pinpricks in the sudden brilliant onslaught of reflected light. For a heartbeat or two standing transfixed, mouth slightly open, eyes staring. Then the moment passes.

Moving hurriedly, she draws the curtains back all the way round the room to expose the floor to ceiling mirrored walls. Standing in an infinity of her own reflections she is briefly overtaken by the excitement, stumbles backwards and sits down heavily on the bench. Then she notices the little cameras in each ceiling corner, each with a glowing little red eye. "Don't fret. They're not connected to the internet darling." Tanya re-enters the room with a towel over one arm, an electric hair trimmer in one hand and a bowl full of fluffy white foam. "No one will ever find out. Unless you want them to."

"All this must have cost a fortune."

"Not really. Peter and I put in the sound deadening material and the mirrors one Saturday. Then we spent all Sunday trying it out. Now it's your turn. Lie back, open wide, and see what the nice lady brings you."

"What about the cameras?"

"For recording all the lovely games darling. So that when we're a bit tired, we can simply watch ourselves having fun."

"Or others." Marissa adds but does as she is told and Tanya flips on the trimmer. Marissa groans a little as it buzzes across overheated pussy lips.

"Not yet." Tanya worked, trimming the wiry dark blonde hair short, then sculpting the remainder into a narrow little heart shape. "That's better." She rubs the still vibrating trimmer over Marissa's slit, noting the increasing pinkness. "My, you are ready aren't you? But let's make you nice and smooth first."

"Ooh!" The foam is a cool slippery delight as Tanya massages it into the soft hungry flesh of Marissa's groin. "Oh God!" The back of a knuckle presses down on the fleshy mound over her clitoris. Marissa jumps and twin flashes of delightful pain pinch at her nipples in sympathy. Then she settles down and the only sound is the careful scrape, scrape of razor removing pubic stubble. A long "Ahh!" emanates from her wide open mouth and her head falls back. "Oh God." She moans.

"Just a little more." Tanya smiles, smoothing over clean skin with the fluffy hand towel, searching for errant stubble. "Now isn't that nice and fresh? Turn over and I'll check your bottom." Marissa cannot help but obey, breathing heavily as cleansing foam is applied and wiped from the back of her pussy all the way round to the base of her spine, her whole body jerking a little as her tight little anus is brushed and gently wiped. "No waifs and strays there." Marissa shudders as Tanya's foam wetted forefinger circles her arsehole. She almost screams when Tanya takes her hand away.

"Don't stop!" Marissa arches her back and pulls her thighs wide.

"So you like a little back door action?" Tanya tantalises. "I bet Tris would love that. Peter does." She taps Marissa's little pink starfish lightly. In response it visibly twitches. Marissa reaches back. "Oh no. Not yet darling. We're not going there yet." Tanya bats her questing hands away.

Putting the shaving tools on the floor Tanya climbs on top of her friend, weight pinning her to the bench, leather contained breasts pressing into Marissa's back, rubbing her pussy rhythmically into Marissa's bottom. Then with a quickness of practice she straps first her friends right arm and then the left to the restraint cuffs on the benches steel legs. "That's nice. Back in a mo." Tanya jumps off her friend and picks up the shaving gear before disappearing from the mirrored room. Marissa lies staring at her reflection, feeling a hollow ache demanding fulfilment by something, anything. Craning her head up she can see a series of near-infinite reflections of her famished pussy before the door opens and Tanya slips into the room, slim chrome plated vibrator in hand, the other behind her back. "This is for being a good girl." She switches on the vibrator and slips behind Marissa, probing her pussy, putting the shimmering tip against her friends mons pubis. For long minutes she probes and strokes, watching every movement of Marissa's tortured body with catlike eyes.

"Inside." Moans Marissa at last. "Oh God, put it in me."

"Not yet."

"You're a real bitch." Marissa complains.

"No. I told you, it's all part of the lovely game." Tanya toys around her friends avid slit for a few moments more. "You'll love it all the more. Deferred gratification darling."

"Fucking hell." Marissa swears. "Put it in me!" She demands and moans loudly as the vibrator is withdrawn and switched off. "No... Ow!" The riding crop simultaneously stings both buttocks.

"No swearing, remember?"

"Oh fuck - ow!"

"Be a good girl and nice things will happen" Tanya walks around, kneels down and puts glossy red lips to Marissa's. Marissa opens her mouth and tongues flicker, stroking and tangling, hooking into each other. Marissa strains against her restraints, pushing shoulders upwards and arching her back, stretching out to Tanya's lips. Tanya takes hold of Marissa's head, crushing her lips to her friend, tasting the inside of her mouth, licking, sucking and twisting like a nest of pythons in heat.

"Like that?" Marissa asks hungrily as they break for air.

"Mm." Tanya picks up the vibrator and twists the base, standing again. Returning to her friends bottom, this time the buzzing little shaft slips cleanly into Marissa's pussy. "Back soon." She hurries out of the room. The door opens and closes again.

"Ah... Don't..." A mini firework display lights up Marissa's hindbrain, making speech impossible. "Ohh!" The long drawn out moaning subsides into a series of little pleasure gasps. Then her hips convulse and twitch under the psychic hammerblows of orgasm. After a short while she whimpers, out of breath, eyes closed, as the vibrator continues pulsing mercilessly within her pussy.

An eternity later she is aware of Tanya returning, this time pushing a dense padded foam wedge under her tummy so that her bottom is angled sharply upwards. The vibrator is slipped out and the tip is tantalised from the back of her vaginal muscles up to the dark little hole of her secret desire. The bullet tip teases, probes and circles, making Marissa push back and up against it, desperately seeking penetration.

All coherence is gone now. All that is left is a mental vacuum, a long emptiness, the heavy need for violation. Making her almost scream when the buzzing stops. The vibrator is replaced by a new feeling of pressure and the tickle of fur. Then something slips into the tight ring of muscle, new and much slower vibrations driving a slegehammer up her spine to her hindbrain. "Ah!" Marissa cries aloud. "Shit that's good... Ow!" The whip stings again. Marissa convulses, head back, eyes closed, teeth bared and snarling. "Fuck!" She swears. Another sting. "Bitch!" followed by a harder smack. "Cunt!" The air whistles with the next blow. "More, you cow! Hit me!" The whip obliges. "Christ That's good!" A double smack. "Don't stop you cocksucker!" Again. "Fuck me. Fuck me now! Ram it into me."

Overtaken by savagery, Marissa twists her head sideways to bite at Tanya's leg then stops as she catches her reflection. I've got a tail. She thinks. A bushy foxes tail plugged into my bum. The whipping stops momentarily. "Do you like it?" Tanya asks.

"Fucking awesome... Ow!" Another sting. "Oh God, my pussy's just melted." Marissa sags.

"Do you like this game?"

"Ooh yes. Can we play more?" Marissa pauses for breath.

"But darling. It's not over yet." Tanya says with a soft giggle.

"Oh God, what else is there? My head is spinning. If I come again I'll blow a fuse."

Tanya raises her voice. "You can bring him in now."

The door opens and Tristan enters, dark blond hair mussed. Wearing nothing more than a pair of sleep shorts, obvious erection pushing against the lightweight brushed cotton. He is followed by Peter, hurriedly stepping out of a pair of pyjama bottoms, his own cock swinging erect. "This is the lovely surprise. Peter and Tristan got their meetings cancelled and had to fly home this morning. So here they are. They've been watching. From our little Internet room next door." Tanya indicates the cameras.

"You..." Marissa begins to snarl.

"Naughty girl. I think young Master Tristan needs to discipline her." Tanya hands over the riding crop. "Don't spare the rod." She giggles. Tristan flashes an evil grin and walks round behind Marissa. Gently stroking it up and down her spine as Marissa gasps. "Oh you bastard!" She shouts. He looks over at Tanya who nods. The whip stings twice. "Fuck!" And again. Marissa bucks in her restraints, frantically turning her head back and forth. He strokes the leather tip over her bucking bottom. "Oh God! Shit!" She howls and the whip strikes with a satisfying smack. "Fuck that's good!" Again and again the leather tip strikes, causing more invective to flow.

Without prompting, Tristan strokes the riding crops tip under the root of her new tail between arse and cunt causing Marissa to buck and swear even harder. Tanya undoes some of the fastenings on her leather bustier, taking her husband's erection in her right hand, softly stroking, watching her friend's spanking avidly as Peter's hands caress her tits and pubic mound, hot mouth sending shivers down her neck, all the time dilated pupils staring avidly at Marissa's moaning and twisting form.

For a moment the whipping stops and Marissa turns her head, arching her back, turning her head to look at Tristan, pleading in her eyes. With a slow smile he nods and kneels behind her, cock tip level with her dripping pussy before shoving his full length into her oh so slowly, first the tip, then the glans popping into her twitching little love-hole before feeding full length in. Marissa cries out wordlessly as he applies the riding crop to her fox tailed bottom once more and begins to ride her. With each cry of pleasure-pain he thrusts to meet her own counter movement, burying himself ever deeper within her.

Tanya pushes away from Peter and undoes another fastening on her bustier. He sees the meaning look she gives over her shoulder and nods in tacit agreement as her left hand pointedly circles her buttocks. Letting him go she puts her leg across the end of the padded bench and lowers her bum to the surface so that her fleshily eager pussy slides right underneath Marissa's drooling mouth. In return, Marissa fastens fervent lips over her friends salty sweet cunt, frantically probing the damp yielding lips with her tongue.

Tanya shivers with the pulse of pleasure flowing up from her cunt and behind her she feels Peter's firm warm body slip down her back as he roughly pulls off her leather bustier and skirt, erect cock-tip dragging all the way down her spine, stroking between her shoulders, down into the small of her back, bumping over her thin garter belt into her bum-cleft until it reaches her own tight little anus. She arches her back a little to let him in, pushing her pussy up and forward, feeling Tristan's repeated heavy thrusts shoving Marissa's chin into her crotch. For a moment it feels as though Peter's cock will ricochet off her hot little hole, but then she reaches back, lifts her pussy into Marissa's face, letting him slip underneath her. Taking hold of Peter's vibrating erection she guides the tip in, letting herself fall onto his cock, her own weight driving him all the way in, feeling the delectable popping sensation as his engorged glans slips inside her. Electricity flares outwards as his shaft pushes all the way into her rectum, rubbing at nerve clusters already in overdrive. Tanya is just composed enough to grab at the bench to catch herself while Peter's strong supple fingers massage her rigid nipples and aching tits, his heavy erection filling her, emptying her of everything but a mindless rutting animal need.

Rocking her hips in time to his thrusts to the song of Marissa's tongue, Tanya's head swings back face up, staring at the ceiling, mouth soundlessly open, a sweet explosion ringing between her ears, heart thundering, pussy flooding, tsunamis of pleasure as she is penetrated both ways, moaning as the heavy rhythm of Peter's solid cock in her taut little arse-ring makes engorged nipples dance and belly muscles jump. Her outfit clatters to the floor unnoticed and she feels the firm insistence of Marissa's tongue pushing into her pussy, blowing her mind away like sand in the desert. A few seconds later, in this mirror-lined room of infinite sexual reflection, her world disappears in an implosion of delight. A mewling squeal escapes her mouth and heavy feet slip off the bench to thump on the floor. All she can feel is the soft liquid spurting as Peter shoots his load inside her, a rough male groan ringing in her ears counterpointed by a breathless "Oh God, oh God, Oh my fucking GOD!" From Marissa. Tristan's heavy grunting breaths and groans as he too sags. Moments later they all collapse from and into each other, breathing like they've all just run a marathon.

A slow shower later a fully dressed Peter and Tanya stand at their heavy red painted front door, waving goodbye to their friends as their Uber cab scoots off into the suburban London evening. Peter puts his arms around Tanya's shoulders and pulls her close. "I think they'll do just fine." He smiles at the receding car until it reaches the end of the street and turns left.

"Did you see the gleam in Tristan's eyes? He couldn't keep his eyes off Marissa."

"Mmm. I see she was still wearing her tail under her jeans." He says taking hold of her left breast for a cheeky squeeze.

"I'll bet it's wagging." Tanya giggles.

"How's yours?"

"For you, always." Her hand creeps up his thigh and strokes with an urgent gentleness. He eases her gently backwards over the threshold into the haven of their front hall. Her hand strokes the front of his trousers and pulls at the zip. He closes the door firmly and drops the security catch. Then flicks off the lights.

"Excellent." He says in an earthy growl.

In the new darkness there is a brief whiz and click of fastenings as discarded clothing whispers to the floor. Tanya gasps and giggles. After a few moments bare feet can be heard running up heavily carpeted stairs. An eavesdropper might hear a sharp slap followed by a happy squeal. Then a heavy internal door clunks shut, in the background a cell phone rings and keeps on ringing, sirens doppler past two streets away. The faintest of happy noises from inside are lost in the sound of the urban breeze. All is well.

End