Denouement

On the way home from the airport, I was told to stop at the po box. There was a registered letter there for me. It was from Kevin. Opening it I found seven one hundred dollar bills. The day was a waste for me. My nerves kept me from being able to do much.

At this point I was questioning everything I was doing. For some strange reason I felt I was going to be killed. So much so, I left all types of evidence laying around the house before I left.

I was told not to bring a purse or my cell phone. I was to call my family just before I left and tell them I was going to a movie and I would check in with them in the morning. Kevin had said I need not worry about a thing and I had to trust him on this.

A driver picked me up at 7 and took me to the side entrance of the Goodwyn Hotel in Hartford. I was to meet them at the America's bar in the hotel. Walking in the three of them greeted me. I kissed Kevin and Jeff on the check and I was introduced to Paul. Taking my coat from me Kevin gave it to the host, telling her to have it put in his room.

They told me a looked great. The dress was a scoop neck A line dress that buttoned down the front. It had a floral pattern to it that covered up the sheerness of it. If you looked hard enough or the light was just right, you could see through it. I was aware that they were looking at my breasts. The shoes were very nice heeled sandals.

Paul was a very average looking man. I was told he was a NYC cop. As it turned out he was also a rope bondage specialist. Japanese rope bondage, which at the time I didn't know anything about. He didn't say much.

Kevin said we were going to have diner. He asked if I received my letter and I told him I did. Several times during the night I was asked if I was there on my own free will. Often it was in front of others that were not part of the four of us. I clearly understood what that was all about.

Once we got to the table, several times they had me get up and walk in. They said I needed to walk with more confidence. It was clear the wanted others to witness me doing things they ask of me. I was aware my tits bounced was I walked and I am sure that was part of it. Dinner, mine was lite. Two glasses of wine help with my nerves.

Conversation was just like any other dinner I have had with other couples. At the end of dinner, an awkward moment happened. The asked the waiter if he would like to see my tits. Looking at me Kevin asked me if I wanted to show him. Hesitating I said yes, but the waiter who was very good, declined the offer. With that Kevin said it was time to get going.

He had rented a suite. It was nice with a living area and a separate bedroom.

They walked in and sat on the couch and chairs. I was told to remain standing. I am not sure how I was able to. My knees were shaking like mad. Kevin sensed my anxiety and walked up behind me. Standing very close to me he started talking to me so only I could hear him. He basically reassured me and told me everything was going to be alright. He then said it was time to begin and had me close my eyes.

He started by rubbing his hands up and down my body. My sides, my thighs, my breasts, my ass. I felt my body begin to react to his touches. He hands then went to my buttons and he started to undo them. With my eyes still closed I leaned back onto his chest. I was now exposed to them. Kevin pulled the dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He had me step out of it.

He started to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples. It was like it was a direct on line switch to my pussy. While I was sure he knew it, having been through this before, I knew I was not going to be hiding this from him. He had my clasp my hands behind my head. He slide a hand to my panty covered pussy and felt how wet the cotton had become.

No longer talking to me, he announced to Jeff and Paul then he knew I would be this way. By eyes were now open and I could see them smiling and looking at me. Kevin the produced a knife from his pocket and cut the panties from me. He toss them to the others. Walking away from me, I stood there with my hands behind my head completely nude.

Kevin was gone but a second and when he returned he said we were going to play a game of hide and seek. He put a leather hood over my head and secured it in the back. I had never wore a hood before. There was panic and the overwhelming smell of leather. His words shocked me back to what was happening. I will never forget them. "Can you guys smell this whores cunt?" Those were significant words to me. He knew what they meant to me. They were like trigger words I had told him about in our correspondence. He knew the effect it would have to call a "whore" and referred to as a "cunt". They made me feel dirty, objectified.

Kevin back away from me and told me to get on my hands and knees. They then told me I had fifteen minutes to sniff out my smelly cunt soaked panties. They seemed to enjoy my frustrations as I crawled around the room bumping into things in my effort to find the panties. In the end I was told I lost the game.

It was now Paul's turn with me. Standing again, he had me put my arms behind my back parallel to my waist. I felt the ruff rope binding me. While it was comfortable, I knew it was secure. My arms were secured to my sides and my breasts were also incorporated into the tie. I was to remain bound in some form for the rest of the night.

Once he was done with my arms he started on my breasts. Using a smaller rope or cord he wrapped around each breast. His touch was rough and swift. He had to have done this many times before. In the end my tits felt so tight. Almost like they were going to pop. It was a very un natural feeling.

He then put me to the floor and with equal speed my legs were bound. My legs were bent at the knee so my feet touched my ass. The same rough feeling rope was used to secure my ankles to my upper thighs. I was then picked up and put on a chair. Because my arms were behind my back, they forced my hips foreword in the chair. My feet still rested on the seat, but my crotch was right at the edge of the chair as I was leaning back into the chair.

I wasn't expecting the first hit. It was a sharp snap to my bound tit. I screamed at that first smack. I think my voice shocked us all. I felt I needed to be quite so what we were doing wouldn't be discovered. I was told this was my punishment for losing the game. Endorphins were soon running. At the end of this the hood was removed and I was able to see how they had bound me and I got to look at the welts and bruises on my tits.

It was then that I was told we were going to move on and I would now find out about another skill of Paul's. The cord binding my tits was removed. I watched was the took their natural shape and color. Metal clamps were attached to my now normal looking nipples. They didn't have the pinch of the weighted clamps had put on me in the boat, but they were secure. Next a metal plug was slid into my drenched pussy. Leads were attached it and to the clamps on my nipples.

I was told I was going to be interrogated and judging on my sincerity of my answers I would be rewarded or made to tell the truth. The questions were wide ranging. It was clear all of my correspondence had been turned over to Paul. My reluctance to answer questions about my family were met with the most intense shocks. I was made to answer questions about my kids, about my husband, about secret moments between my husband and I. I was forced to tell them honest truths about how he often doesn't satisfy me during sex. How I use fantasy while we make love so I can come. They went into my sexual past. About my lovers, about my adolescent bondage play. They explored my sexual fantasies and the type of masturbation technics I use. I felt ashamed to some of my answers. Telling them about my fantasies of being humiliated to the point of degradation and admitting I enjoyed the bondage and pain were the greatest.

Shocks of pain followed every answer. Sometimes it was just my nipples, other times just my cunt. On answers they didn't like the most resulted in shocks in both areas. Sometime during this something very special happen. It was like everything went into slow motion. The pain was something that I no longer feared. It was like after the shock of pain, I would ride the wave of the sensation as it left my body. Everything changed. My voice answered the questions with a calmness. I could see, but I saw nothing. It no longer mattered that admitted I wanted them to be doing this to me, that I wanted to lick their ass holes or ask them to pee on me, that my husband was a sissy to me. I was someplace I have never been before or since. They ended the interrogation by using a vibrator on my clit. They brought me to several orgasms. Cuming for the was just as embarrassing for me as was answering their questions. It made me feel or admit to myself I was all these things they had me say I was.

The rest of the evening was spent in bondage and being caned, whipped, and clamped. No part of my body was spared including the soles of my feet. They all had sex with me in some form or another. I did give the rim jobs. I was fucked with dildos and cocks. Come was left on my face, tits, and bush.

I was walked to the bath tub and I lay in it. Both Jeff and Paul peed on me. Kevin came in after they were done. He ran a bath for bubble bath for me and bathed me. I broke down and cried. I cried from the shame of what I did. I cried because I liked some of the things they did to me. Kevin was very good at helping me through this period. He dressed me...put my dress and shoes on. He call for the his driver and he walked me down through the lobby and to the car. He got in the back with me and got me home and into bed, before he left me.

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