The Interactive Bondage Museum

“So are you going to do it or what?” Sierra asked.

We were sitting at a booth in a shitty restaurant somewhere in Kansas. I had never been so bored driving through a place. We should have gone some other way to Colorado rather than through this long, flat state. Martin had gone to the bathroom after we ordered food, leaving us two girls alone.

“Do what?”

“Make a move.”

“A move?” I said.

“Don’t play stupid. Are you going to make a move on Martin? Because if you’re not going to, I will.”

After five nights on our cross-country travels – five sterile, endless, awkward nights – I was frustrated and dry, and this trip wasn't turning out like I imagined it would at all. The first mistake had been inviting Sierra. That wasn't my mistake. That was Martin's mistake. Or maybe he did it on purpose. I hadn't figured out yet if he was a complete idiot or a closeted horndog trying to get in on a threesome. If it was the latter, he hadn't made a move yet either. And besides, I wasn't a lesbian. Maybe he figured that out and figured it was all or nothing.

Sierra. She was barely my friend. Closer to an acquaintance really. We were all three in the same law class last semester and somehow got in the routine of going to the bar together afterward for a couple drinks. It was one of those weekly classes that ran into the evening. Sometimes, a couple other law students would join us, but a lot of the time, it was just Sierra, Martin and me. Sierra maintained an image of wildness, with her obvious nipple piercings, jet-black hair, and punk-ish clothes. She had one of those pear-shaped bodies: wide hips and little breasts. Boys loved her despite her tiny tits. I was nearly the opposite of Sierra. I'm a pretty basic girl – or I was when this story happened. Long, dirty blonde hair, no tattoos, and the only piercings I had were in the lobes of my ears. I'm athletic, toned where Sierra was soft, and I’m taller than her by over a foot.

When I suggested to Martin that we go on a road trip to the west coast, it was only supposed to be us. Me and him. I had the idea that we'd end up dating by the end of the trip. He apparently didn't get the message! Or he didn't want me. Or he thought it would be awkward with Sierra around. Anyway, nothing was happening. And now that we were halfway across the country, it was too late to back out. So five nights in a row, we ended up in shitty hotel rooms with Martin sleeping on the floor and Sierra sleeping in the bed beside me.

I was a little surprised when Sierra came right out and confronted me about the whole thing. I thought she would be more subtle about it. She had run out of patience.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Sierra sat back in the booth and crossed her arms. “You don’t know? Do you want him or not? If you want him, the answer is 'yes'. If you don’t, then I’m going to take him. So pick one or the other.”

“How do you know if he even wants you?”

“I don’t. But I can find out, can’t I?”

I didn’t know how to answer. Sure, I was attracted to him. He was solid and lean, about my height, with dark hair and an easy smile. And he was exceptionally smart, which turned me on. He was probably the most intelligent guy in our class. But the past few boyfriends hadn’t gone too well. I was feeling ambivalent about taking on a new one, for a variety of reasons. Sex was a problem, for one thing. It wasn’t enough of a motivation. I knew Sierra was different. Sex was an end in itself for her, and she couldn’t get enough of it. For me, it seemed like something was missing, and I couldn’t quite figure out the point of getting into another sexual involvement that was only going to end up in disappointment.

I saw Martin coming back from the bathroom. Sierra leaned over and said, “If you don’t do anything today, I’m going to. Tomorrow.”

Martin sat back down, oblivious. Sierra smiled at him generously. I smiled too, but I don’t think I hid my general confusion very well. Why shouldn’t I go for it? He was pretty fucking hot, after all. I looked him over, with his awkward smile, his tousled black hair, and his dark brown eyes shining. I wondered what he was thinking.

But I didn’t go for it. We made it through Kansas, stopped at a hotel close to the Denver airport with plans to make it into the mountains the next day. I didn’t make a move. But neither did Martin, and why should I have to do this all by myself?

That night, Sierra tried to touch me. I was half-awake when her I felt fingers on my nipple. At first, I eased into it. I thought Martin was going for it. I would let him and figure out the rest in the morning. I was horny enough. Then I opened my eyes. Martin was still on the floor sleeping beside the bed. It was Sierra. Her breath was hot against my ear, and she whispered, "Hi." I was so shocked, I almost jumped out of bed. I yelled, "What are you doing?" Martin woke up and asked what was going on. I said it was a bad dream, and everyone went back to sleep. But I didn't fall asleep for hours, wondering if Sierra was going to try again. She didn't. She lay with her back turned to me for the rest of the night.

The next morning was awkward. We had wanted to check out Aspen for the day, even though it was out of season for skiing. Martin drove, and he was clueless about what had happened. Sierra sat in the front passenger seat, diddling with her phone and pretending she hadn't diddled my nipple the night before. I sat in the back, and I didn't know what to think. No one was talking. It felt like the fun of our trip had petered out before it ever got started. Our little piece of shit car was having trouble. We had to get in the slow lane when we were going up the steep grades, because we could only get up to 40mph or so. Martin was getting pretty frustrated.

"Hey," Sierra said after we were pretty far into the mountains, "you guys want to go to a museum?"

"Like a history museum?" Martin said.

"Not exactly," she said, smiling slyly as she poked at her phone. Seemed like she was up to something. "How about it, Ada?"

"Yeah, whatever," I said.

"Martin?"

"I thought we were going to Aspen."

"We'll have time. Come on, it looks cool."

"Yeah, OK."

"OK, take the next exit."

She led us down a long, winding road, then onto another tiny road, then onto yet anther dirt road, and it seemed like we were going in circles after a while, just winding around the same group of peaks over and over.

"You sure this is right?"

"It's right, Ada."

"Maybe your phone GPS is screwed up."

"It's not," Sierra said. "I checked on this place before we left for the trip."

"How is a museum out in the middle of fucking nowhere? What kind of museum is this anyway?"

She just smiled back. I hated her. That was the smile she used to get guys. I'd seen her do it. She was good at it. Fuck her.

Finally, after an hour of getting nowhere, a building came into view, perched on the side of a mountain and surrounded by thick pines. It didn't look like a museum. It looked more like the vacation home of a rich, eccentric, crazy person, like one of those experimental homes from the sixties. Everything was squared off into large, concrete walls, some of them perched on stilts over the mountain side. And weirdly, there were no windows.

"What is this place?" Martin said.

"I told you," Sierra said. "It's a museum."

"It doesn't look like a museum. What kind of museum is it?"

"You'll see. Trust me. It'll be fun." She got out of the car and went for the door. I swear she was sashaying that big ass of hers a little more than usual as she walked.

Martin turned back to me and raised an eyebrow.

"We're the only car here," I said.

"Yeah, weird, huh?"

"It is."

"We're here. Might as well check it out. Besides, I gotta use the bathroom."

Martin got out of the car too, and I followed. As we approached the entrance, I saw the little sign out front, with plain, modern black lettering: “Interactive Bondage Museum”. Sierra had already gone inside.

"What the fuck?" I said. Bondage? Like tying people up? Weird people stuff?

But that was only part of me thinking that. There was another part, the part that had looked up some pretty unusual pornography. I thought back to a time that I had let Sierra borrow my laptop. Maybe she had seen what I had been looking at.

"I wonder what the 'interactive' part means," Martin said.

"Are we really doing this?"

"I guess so." Then he went in too. And I followed.

The entrance room was surprisingly normal, just like any other museum lobby except a bit small. There was a long, black counter with pamphlets from other attractions and museums in the area. Behind the counter was an older woman with silver streaks in her black hair, tied up in a bun behind her head. She was trim, probably used to be pretty hot. I thought I even saw Martin look at her that way for a second as we entered, thinking about hitting that. Maybe I was imagining it, but it made me a little jealous of this woman. She didn’t show any skin or anything, just wore a long black dress, elegant, out of place in a museum lobby. Maybe better for an art museum. Then again, I wasn’t sure exactly what this place was. “Interactive Bondage Museum” sounded a little scary.

“Welcome to the museum. I’m Marie,” said the woman behind the desk.

“Hi, Marie,” Sierra said with a big smile on her face as she walked right up to the counter. “So is there a map or whatever?”

Marie gestured to a pamphlet on her right. “There is information in this pamphlet, but we encourage all our patrons to enjoy the museum blind, so to speak. We’ve designed the experience with that in mind, so you needn’t feel that you will miss anything without it.”

I hung back, but Martin went forward just behind Sierra. I felt my jealousy creeping up. He was supposed to stay close to me. What a jerk. “So what is this place?” he asked.

Marie raised an eyebrow and looked him over, up and down, from his feet back up to his eyes. “How did you find out about this place?”

“I found it!” Sierra spoke up.

“And you three are… friends?”

“Yes,” I said. “We’re friends.” I didn’t know if I wanted to count Sierra in that group any more.

“Are you comfortable with each other?”

“Of course,” Sierra said and snuggled into Martin’s side. His face went red.

“I see,” Marie said. “This place, to answer your question, was designed with certain people in mind. You may or may not be those people. You can choose to participate in any way you like, or you can choose to only look. Either way, I’m sure your visit will be memorable. You will find instructions for the more complicated pieces as you walk through the museum. Let me suggest that, if you haven’t already, you choose one person to be in charge. One person to make the decisions. One person to top. The only other information I should offer is that this is a safe place. It is physically safe, and it is also discreet. You can enter the door,” she gestured towards the simple red door to the left of the counter, “as anyone you choose, whether that be your selves or some other you choose to be. No one but you three need know. You will pass through six rooms in all. I suggest you pace yourselves.”

“Uh…,” was all Martin managed to say in answer.

“So who’s in charge?” Sierra asked as she clung to Martin’s arm and looked up at him.

“I’m in charge,” I said. I thought that I said it because I was scared of someone ordering me around, making me do something I didn’t want to. But it turned out there were other reasons. “I’ll be in charge.”

Sierra looked back at me in evident disappointment.

“Yeah, OK,” Martin said.

“You?” Sierra said.

“Yes. Me.”

“You don’t want to, Martin?”

“No,” he said. “Ada can do it. I mean, we’re not going to do anything anyway, right?”

Sierra rolled her eyes. “Fine.”

Marie noted something in a log book in front of her and closed it. “I see you’ve paid ahead of time. When you’re ready, go ahead. And have a good time.”

“Uh,” Sierra paused a moment. “Is there anyone else in there?”

“We have no other guests today. And if we do, they will wait here in the lobby until you’ve passed through all the rooms.”

Sierra grinned madly and pulled Martin towards the door. “Let’s do this!”

Martin, bewildered and red-faced, looked back at me. I wasn’t sure what his expression said. I followed them through the door.

When I stepped through, Sierra and Martin were already standing in front of a waist-high, wooden pedestal in a small room with white walls and nothing else. There was a door facing the one we just came through. On the pedestal was a small key and two hinged metal loops, each open. Sierra picked up the key and held it in front of her face.

“That’s mine,” I said.

“Yours? How is it yours?”

“I’m in charge, remember?”

“You don’t even know what it’s for.”

“I’m sure we’ll find out. Now give it to me.”

I thought I saw Martin smirk for a moment. What was going through his head? Sierra reluctantly handed the key to me. I pinched it between my fingers, feeling the cold metal. It was simple and small and a little like a key to a bike lock. Any lock it opened would be a simple one.

“So what are these?” Martin picked up one of the hinged pieces of metal.

“Collars, obviously.” Sierra took the collar from his hands. “And this one’s smaller. So this one - “ she picked up the other and handed it to him ”- is for you.”

“How did they know who was coming in?” Martin asked.

“I don’t know.” Sierra slipped the collar around her neck and hinged it closed. A small bulge on the front end showed the lock, where a slotted piece of metal went into the other side. She clicked it shut, and the seam was nearly invisible. The only disruption in the collar’s smooth beauty was in the small keyhole on the underside of the lock. “Wow.” She pulled the collar up and down her neck, and it did not move much. “Pretty tight fit.”

Martin eyed his larger collar skeptically.

“Your turn,” Sierra grinned.

“I’ll do it,” I said and walked over to Martin.

“I don’t know about this,” he said.

“Well… we’re here. Let’s just get it over with.” I took the collar from his hands and slipped it around his neck. It was not just larger but a little thicker than Sierra’s, and instead of tapering from the lock end into a roundness, this collar was squared off, with right-angled edges, rectangular around its width. I clicked the collar into place. It also fit fairly tightly around his neck but not so much that he couldn’t easily breathe. I stepped back and took a look. Martin’s face was bright red. He brought a hand up to touch it.

“OK, unlock mine,” Sierra said.

I turned to her. “Why?”

“I don’t know if I like this thing.”

“Is it too tight?”

“No, it’s just - I don’t know. Give me the key.”

“You brought us to this place. Are you backing out now?”

“No, but do we really need the collars? Come on. Give me the key.”

“I’m not giving you the key. The collar stays on.”

“Are you fucking serious? Ada, come on.”

I stood up straight and faced her straight on. She looked like a petulant child. Martin was staying out of it.

She sighed loudly. “Fine.”

“So let’s go,” I said. I gestured to the next door. Martin went first. Then Sierra. I patted the key in my back pocket and wondered what lock or locks they were going to fit into. I didn’t know, but one thing was for sure: this was my key. Not Sierra’s. Not Martin’s. Mine. This was a fact that settled my nerves and drove me forward. More than that, the thought excited me. Not the key itself but its distance from Sierra and Martin. That distance would be as wide as I so chose.

I followed Martin through the door.

We entered what was apparently a large wardrobe. Two racks ran down the side walls, and between the racks and the doors were various boxes and cubby holes filled with a variety of items. There was a lot of shiny black, some red. The smells of leather and latex filled the place, somewhat like the sex shop I had visited with one of my boyfriends once but stronger. A few full-sized mannequins and torsos were scattered through the room, each with a very sexualized outfit. One section of the room was entirely filled with different types of corsets, in black leather, cloth and ribbons, frilly lace, large and small, in all colors and sizes. Sierra’s attention went straight to the corsets.

“Oh, wow,” she said and went to examine them.

Martin seemed to not know where to stand and so stood just by the door, waiting for something to happen. I wandered in the opposite direction from the corsets, looking through the cases and boxes by the door. I picked up items here and there. I could not figure out how some of them were meant to be worn. Some just seemed to be an assortment of straps and hooks, and others looked like they should be attachments to some other outfit, with uncoupled buckles and metal clasps.

The pieces hung from the rack were more obvious though not any less extreme. There was a full-body latex suit that probably would have hugged me like a second skin if I tried it on. It had a circle around the chest that would have shown off my cleavage quiet well. There were matching bras and panty sets, some crotchless or with holes where the nipples should have been. Zippers over crotches. Belts and buckles everywhere. I ran my fingers across them all, getting excited despite myself. I felt a strange stirring within. I looked up towards the ceiling, suddenly paranoid that they were pumping in sex pheromones from vents.

Sierra’s voice disrupted my reverie. “Martin, come help me.” She had fastened the buttons down a black satin corset in the front, over her t-shirt, and she was having trouble trying to tighten the laces in the back.

“What?” Martin seemed hesitant to move, still staying by the door as if clinging to a boat mast in a storm.

“I said, ‘Come here!’ I want to try this one.”

He walked over to her, and she turned her back to him.

“Lace me up.”

He took the loose laces in his hands and pulled awkwardly. He let go, and the laces went back into position, still as loose. He pulled again, trying to hold the laces with one hand.

“Oof. What are you doing back there?”

“What you told me to do.”

My hands itched. I couldn’t stand watching this. “Jesus, I’ll do it.” I pushed Martin aside. I shifted the corset a little around Sierra’s waist, centering the lacing down her spine, and pulled it down slightly to hug the top of her wide hips. The front side came up to just beneath her small breasts, coming to two arcs just underneath. The material was thick and lined with some kind of boning keeping the form. She had picked the right one for her short, round-assed body. It would fit her perfectly. And the flare of her black skirt emphasized her hips even more. I pulled laces tight from the top, working my way down, bringing the eyelets a little closer with each pull. The loose ends came to the middle of the corset, a little above the small of her waist, from below and above. I pulled the lacings from below next, and the cloth pulled her hips tightly and fitted against her small waist. There was still about two inches of space left between the eyelets, and I pulled the cloth of her t-shirt tightly down so as not to get in the way of the lacings. It was bunching up a bit.

“How’s that?”

“Nice.” She started to move away so that she could see herself in the mirror on one side of the room.

“Wait,” I grabbed her waist and pulled her back. “We’re not done.”

“It’s pretty tight.”

“We can do better.”

I started from the top again, pulling the laces tight between each set of eyelets. Her torso was squeezed tighter, and with every cinch, she let out a slightly louder, “Mmph.” I pulled the laces from the bottom, molding Sierra’s already curvy shape into more of an hourglass. When I was done, there was no space between the edges of the corset. I put my knee up against her back and pulled the remaining laces tightly in the middle.

“Ada!”

“What?” I said as I quickly tied off the laces in a shoelace knot.

“I can barely breathe.”

I held my hands on the thinnest part of the corset, just above the curve of her hips, and felt her lungs expanding and compressing with some trouble. “You’re breathing.”

“Fuck. Are we done?”

“Yes, we’re done.”

She went to the mirror and had a look at herself. She ran her hands across the corset, obviously pleased with what it had done to her body. “What do you think, Martin?”

“Looks good.”

She gave him a disappointed look. “Good?”

I came to stand behind her and looked at us both. I was taller than her by about a foot, lean where she was curvy. The corset exaggerated the differences between us. I liked seeing us together. It was odd. I was still angry with her, but I also wanted something else now. I wanted to see what was in the next room.

“Let’s keep going,” I said.

“We’re not going to try anything else on?” Sierra asked.

“I’m not. Martin?”

“No, I’m good,” he said.

“Are you going to keep this on?”

Sierra hadn’t stopped looking at herself in the mirror. “Do you think I should?”

I put my hand on her shoulder, touched my thumb to the back of her neck and leaned in closer. “I think you should.”

She smiled. “OK.”

I gave her a little push towards the door and let go. I opened the door and went in.

“Holy shit,” I said as I walked through.

We entered a wide room with white walls. At chest height and along the floor were metal loops set into the wall at regular intervals. Hung on these loops were about twenty metal devices: mostly handcuffs but also other things that were not familiar to me. They increased in complexity from left to right. The first few looked ancient and rusty. Towards the end, they were shiny, clean, and modern. My mind quickly started working to try to figure out each device and how it would be used.

“Wow, cool,” Sierra said and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. They looked like the kind a normal policeman might have, the kind you see in movies.

“So I guess this is history or something,” Martin said. He poked at some of the older devices along the left side. He pulled one off its hook and examined it. It looked more like a vise than a pair of cuffs, with two openings where you would put your hands in and then a bar to push down to secure the wrists.

“Check it out.” Sierra walked to Martin and slapped a cuff around his wrist before he knew what she was doing.

“Hey.”

“Hey, what?” She took his other wrist and cuffed it too.

“Stop it,” I said.

“What do you mean, ‘Stop it’? It’s interactive, remember?”

I grabbed the very last item on the wall, on the ‘modern’ side. It was a solid metal device, hinged on one end and about as long as from my elbow to the end of my hand. There was a large hole where the hinge was and two smaller holes on the other end, where a pin was inserted with an open padlock hanging off the end. I put the padlock in my pocket and pulled out the pin.

“Come here, Sierra.”

She was starting to tease Martin, poking him in the sides as he fended her off with cuffed hands, laughing while doing it. It made me angry.

“Sierra!”

“What?!”

“Come here.”

She turned to me and saw the device I held. A little twinkle appeared in her eye, but it wasn’t reflected in her voice. “Fine.”

“You too, Martin. Hold her hair up.”

Martin held long black hair up in his cuffed hands. I unhinged the device and brought the large opening around her neck. It clamped shut, fitting just below the collar already on her neck, bringing the two smaller holes in front of her about two feet away.

“Wrists.”

She held her wrists up, and I put them into the small holes, symmetrically placed. They fit securely. I slipped the pin back in, took the padlock out of my pocket, and locked it in place through the hole in the pin. Her hands were now held securely away from her neck, locked in place by the solid metal device.

“That’s crazy,” Martin said.

Sierra smiled and struggled to get her hands free, with no success. “Neat. OK, now let me out.”

I took the smaller key out of my pocket and unlocked Martin’s cuffs. I grabbed another pair of cuffs off the wall and handed them to him. “Her ankles.”

“Huh?”

“Put them on her ankles.”

He took the cuffs and bent down to Sierra’s feet. She waited calmly while Martin secured each cuff around her ankle. The chain between them was short, only a couple of inches. She would need to hobble to walk. She took a few tentative steps and almost lost her balance. I caught her by her the back of her neck and kept her from falling.

“Ouch. Stop it, Ada.”

“I’m in charge, Sierra. You do what I say.”

“Jeez, we’re just having fun. What’s the -”

I yanked back on her hair, pulling her head back. Her hands grasped and tried to move to stop me, but they were held securely. She yelped in pain.

“I said, I’m in charge. You don’t cuff anyone. You don’t complain. I tell you what to do. Understand?”

“Ow, OK.”

“Say, ‘I understand, Ada.’”

“I get it, I get - OUCH.” I pulled her hair tightly again, balled up in my fist. She struggled to maintain balance with her locked ankles, but I held her up. “I understand, Ada.”

I let her go. She regained her footing and went quiet, but her face seethed with anger. I looked to Martin. He had been standing by, dumb-founded. He obviously didn’t know what to think about my sudden change of mood.

“Now,” I said and walked to the wall. I looked along the wall and selected a small device that fit into my palm. It had two small holes with ratcheted hinges. One edge of the inner hole was jagged with small blunt teeth. I immediately guessed what it was for. “Your hands, Martin.”

“That looks like it hurts,” he said.

“Your hands,” I said again. He passively held his hands out as if I were about to cuff him. He was confused when I grabbed one of this thumbs and locked the device around it. I locked his other thumb in, and his hands were held close together by the bases of his thumbs now. It was a devious little device. It took so little to immobilize someone. “Does it hurt?”

He jiggled his thumbs around. “No, not really.”

“Hmm,” I said as I looked over the situation. I unlocked one side with the small key. “Turn around.” He put his back to me. I took his hands behind him and secured his thumbs again. “That’s better.”

I turned him back around by his shoulders. With his hands behind his back, his chest was now pushed forward and the muscles bulged in his upper arms. He was a pretty fit guy. I wanted to feel his chest, feel the strain in his abs, but I didn’t reach out… not yet. I noticed that the bulge in his pants seemed to have become a little bigger. I wanted to touch that too. “Hmm,” I said. “I think we need something else.”

I looked along the wall and found a pair of handcuffs with a greater circumference, too big for wrists. Rather than a chain, a metal hinge held them together. I walked behind him.

“How flexible are you, Martin?”

“I don’t know.”

“Let’s see.”

I snapped one of the cuffs around his arm just above his elbow. It fit snugly. I stood up on my toes and pulled his elbows together with one arm while I snapped the cuff around his other arm. His shoulders pulled back tighter, more strained, and he let out a little groan.

“Too much?”

He twisted his torso around a bit, getting a feel for his situation. “I think it’s OK.”

I ran my hands down his arms, feeling his muscles tight against the cuffs pulling his arms together. Strange, that when I took my hands away, I could feel them shaking with excitement. I looked at Sierra, expecting to see anger and frustration in her face, but instead she was biting her lip and watching Martin and me with undisguised lust. I went to her and put my hand in her hair, not to pull it this time but to brush it softly it. I stroked loose strands above her ear and brought my hand down to her bare neck. She closed her eyes.

“Still want me to let you go?”

She shook her head.

I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I didn’t hear you.”

“No,” she whispered back. “I don’t want you to let me go, Ada.”

“Good.” I leaned down to her feet. I grabbed her left ankle and said, “Lift.” She obeyed and I removed her shoe. She set her foot down. I took the other shoe off and placed them both against the wall. Then I removed her ankle cuffs and put them in my back pocket. They were too large to fit entirely, and my jeans were rather tight, so the chain and much of the metal cuff hung out.

“How about we see what’s in the next room?”

“Like this?” Martin said.

“Yes, like this.”

Martin squirmed a bit but conceded. I put a finger through a loop on Sierra’s belt loop and led her to the next door. Martin followed behind. I opened it, and we went through together.

The next room was larger and square, and the atmosphere was less clinical. The feel was dingier, with gray slab concrete for walls and rough wooden floors. This looked like it could be someone's basement, except instead of a hot water heater and laundry machines, there were several very different sort of devices, five in all, arranged in a circle. Each had a small pedestal in front of it with a placard. The orientations of each were different, and a few had very obvious uses: the table with straps and a pulley, the large ‘X’. The three others were less obvious.

"Wow," Sierra said under her breath.

"Ow, this is starting to hurt," Martin said, squirming uncomfortably with his elbows cuffed.

"Alright, I'll let you out," I said and pulled out the cuff key. "But that means you're first."

"First for what?"

"One of these."

Martin looked them over. "Do I get to pick?"

"You do not. Turn around."

I undid the thumbcuffs first, then the cuffs holding his elbows. He brought his arms around and rubbed his forearms. "What now?"

"Hm." I walked in front of each device, glancing at each placard. There were tiny pictures with text explaining how to use each device. I picked one. It was the simplest. I figured we'd start small. "Come here."

He obediently came over to me. "Are we really doing this?"

"We really are. Go on. Stand in front of it, facing me."

He obeyed. The device was a large, upright X, with various straps hanging off of it. I took one of his arms and put it against the upper right of the X. The first strap fit around his wrist. I pulled it tight and closed the buckle. The next fit just below his elbow, and when it was closed, he couldn't even bend his arm. I took his other arm and strapped it down to the left side, passing my hands over his strained arm muscles when I was done.

"Well, you got me," he said.

"We're not done."

I took his right leg and buckled it to the lower right side, first by the ankle, then just above his knee. He resisted me pulling his other leg.

"Ada, come on. Leave me a leg at least."

"Martin, we're going to do this right."

"I feel like I'm gonna fall if you take that one."

"You won't. You're strapped in."

"Just –"

Before he let another word out, I kneed him against his thigh and forced his leg out from under him. His torso came down a bit, but the straps holding his arms and leg kept him from shifting far. "See? You won't fall." I strapped his other leg in as well. When I was done, I stood back. "How's that?"

"Secure."

"Is that all?"

"What do you mean?"

"Seems like..." I stepped forward and reached my hand down to the bulge in his pants. "Seems like there's something more going on. How does it feel?"

"Ada! What are you doing?"

"What I want to do." I felt his cock getting harder through his jeans. I gripped the outline of his shaft lightly. "So how's that?"

"Tight," he said, closing his eyes for a moment as I stroked the outside of his jeans. "Good."

"Good. It's Sierra's turn."

"Now," I said as I walked back to her, "since you've been nice and quiet, I'll let you choose which one you want to do."

Sierra looked like a kid in a candy store when I said that. She paced in front of each device, still secured neck to wrists in the strict metal cuffs. Finally, she chose. "This one."

"This one, what?"

"This one, please, Ada. I'd like to do this one, Ada."

"Alright. Lay down."

She had chosen a wooden, flat bed, with leather cuffs on ropes at the top and bottom and a large winch at the top of the platform. I knew what this was: a rack. I didn't know much about torture devices, but I had seen this one in a couple movies. I knew how this would work.

She sat down at the middle of the hard bed. Her neck and hands were still locked in the metal device. I grabbed the middle of it, the metal separating her neck and wrists, and twisted her around roughly towards the top of the bed. She took a sharp breath as I did it, as much as she could breathe in the corset that confined her torso. Her feet came to the bottom end. First, I secured each of her ankles into the leather cuffs at the bottom. I didn’t want her loose when I took off the metal device. I took the key out of my back pocket and removed the padlock. I unhinged the device and removed it. I set it aside.

"Up," I said as I took her wrists above her head. She was compliant. I cuffed each one in a leather cuff attached to a rope. The platform was very long, especially for Sierra's short little body, but the slack on the ropes to each cuff was still very loose. I knew how to fix that. There was a large, four-pronged lever at the top, with a ratcheted notch that kept the large cylinder overhead from going back in one direction. I pushed the lever a half-rotation, and Sierra's hands went a little more over her head as the ropes were pulled up. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes, Ada."

"I wonder why you would choose this thing." I rotated the lever another half-turn, and her arms were pulled up a little more, but not tight yet. "Why don't you tell me?"

"I don't know."

I turned the lever a full rotation. Her elbows straightened out. "You don't know, what?"

"I don't know, Ada."

"I think you do." I turned the lever again, and her body was dragged towards the pulley. "What about this did you think you'd like?"

"I thought..."

"What did you think?"

"I thought this would make me really helpless. And hurt a little bit."

I pulled the lever more. Her body lifted up more, and her knees straightened out. "You want to be helpless?"

"Yes, Ada."

When I pulled the lever again, her ankles spread a bit as her legs were forced towards where the ropes were secure at the bottom of the platform. "You want to hurt a little bit?"

"Yes, Ada."

I turned again. Her shoulders went tight against her bonds, her chest pushing up, and she gasped. "Just a little bit?"

"Maybe more, Ada."

I turned the lever slowly, with each little bit clicking the ratchet onto its next notch, until Ada's body looked nice and tight against her bonds. "Does that hurt a little bit, Sierra?"

She bit her lip and nodded.

I moved to her side and leaned down next to her ear. "Look," I said and nodded towards Martin. "He's watching," I said quietly. He was too far away to hear.

"I see, Ada."

"What do you think he's thinking about?"

"I don't know, Ada."

"Maybe he's thinking about these tiny breasts of yours." I reached a hand onto her chest and felt her stretched torso, easing my way up to her tits stretched tightly against her chest. There wasn't much to feel. Mine were bigger. I could feel the metal of her nipple piercing, felt like a small barbell. After a few moments, I teased out some hardness from her nipple, which had already been poking through her shirt. She moaned as I pinched it. "Maybe he wants to touch them."

"Oh, Ada."

"’Oh, Ada?’ You've been wanting his cock ever since we set off on this trip. Haven't you?"

She shook her head. I pinched her nipple harder and she yelped.

"Haven't you?"

"Yes, Ada. I'm sorry."

I moved my hand to her other tit and teased out her nipple there. This one was pierced too. "Why are you sorry?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know why you're sorry?"

"No, Ada."

"I think you do."

I leaned over and push my mouth against hers. We met in a long, wet kiss, messy and dirty, as I pinched her nipple harder and she moaned into my mouth. Her tongue was responsive and eager. I kept one eye on Martin at the other side of the room. I could see he was breathing harder. I shoved my tongue in her mouth and brought my hand down to her pussy and gripped it over her skirt. She let out a short gasp. I stopped kissing her and took my tongue to her ear and licked it up and down. "Why are you sorry?" I whispered.

"Because I know you want him too."

"Maybe he doesn't want either of us. He hasn’t made a move on you, has he?"

"No, Ada."

"How about we both take him?"

"I didn't know you were like this."

I thought to myself, "I didn't know either." And yet here I was, with Sierra's crotch in my hands and my own pussy getting wet. I didn't know either.

I walked away from Sierra’s tautly pulled body. I wanted to let her sweat a bit – or drip, more likely. I examined the three other machines in the room in turn. The first was only about waist height, in the shape of one of those wooden horses I've seen in tool sheds, except the top of this horse was covered in padding, and on each side towards the bottom were a pair of cuffs. I didn't need to see the plaque to know how this one was used either. It would offer free rein to anyone's ass who was bent over it, and I thought about if I'd want Martin or Sierra on it first. The next piece was a large wheel with various straps covering it. I gave it a little whirl, and it spun easily. Might be fun.

But the piece that really caught my eye looked like a standing metal statue. As I approached it, the complexity of the device deepened as I saw all the knobs and levers and panels attached to it. This was the real centerpiece of the room. Beside the statue was a table with various metal objects of no immediately discernible use. Also on the table was a selection of small padlocks. I took a look at the plaque; I needed directions on this one. There was a picture of a person next to it along with concise instructions on what to adjust. Then the next panel had the device open from hinges on the side and the person stepping into it. The rest of the directions showed the various uses for the devices on the table. I took a look at Martin, still bound against the cross, and sized him up. I twisted the knob on the back of the neck of the device, and the head of the device came down an inch. I turned another knob lower down, and the torso extended a couple of inches. Two more knobs adjusted the legs above and below the knees. When I thought I had it right, I took a step back and compared Martin to the new configuration.

“Looks about right.”

“For what?” Martin said. He had been watching me carefully.

I smiled wide as I went to Martin and put my hand on his chest. “Trust me.” I undid the straps on his legs and arms and led him by the hand to the metal statue.

“Ada, I don’t know about this.”

“I do.” I undid a hasp on the side of the device and pulled. The front of the statue opened up like a clam, revealing a hollow that I hoped would fit Martin’s body perfectly. I had judged well. “Go on.”

“In that thing?”

“You do trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“So go on.”

He hesitated. “You’ll let me out if this is weird.”

“Of course,” I said. I wasn’t sure if I was lying or not.

He stepped in, back first. I helped him line up his arms and legs and head. I had got it perfect.

“OK, pull in,” I said. “You don’t want it to pinch.”

He held his breath and pulled his body back. I swung the front of the statue closed. His body fit just right. To get it shut entirely, I had to push just a little. I felt the resistance of his flesh as I pulled against the upper hasp and shut him in securely. I secured two more hasps below that, one at the waist and one at the knee. It took a couple of the padlocks and locked the hasps in place, one by one. With each click, that feeling inside me grew, what ever it was. Something strong. Something deep and primal.

Once I was done, Martin was entirely gone except for his hands, which came out of openings at the end of the metal arms pinned against his side.

“Ada?” His voice was muffled from inside the metal mask.

There were two panels on the front of the head, each hinged. I opened the upper one, a long slot that revealed his eyes, and then the bottom one, a round hole that revealed most of his mouth. “Yes?”

“Did you just lock me in?”

“Yes. Are you comfortable?”

He made a couple grunting noises, trying to move around. I could tell his motion was severely limited. His hands clasped and unclasped as he struggled. “I guess so, but…”

“But what?”

“I don’t know. What are we doing?”

I stepped back and admired the device, newly charged with its inhabitant. Another panel on the front of the device interested me. I walked back to Sierra. She was breathing heavily on the rack.

“Had enough?”

She shook her head.

“No? Good girl.” I stroked her cheek, and she responded by pulling her face towards my hand affectionately. “Well, you need to help me, so we’re going to let you out for now.”

“Yes, Ada.”

I let the ratchet on the crank loose, and Ada’s body relaxed back into the platform with an audible sigh. I loosened her wrists and ankles from their bonds and helped her off the table. “Follow me.”

We went back to Martin’s immobile form. I undid a small clasp on the front of the metal form and opened a new panel, this one revealing the bulge in his pants. It pushed out a bit through the new hole, and I watched Sierra’s eyes get wider and her breathing deepen.

“Does that excite you, Sierra?”

She nodded.

“So pull it out.”

“Yes, Ada.”

Sierra kneeled in front of the steel statue. She had to reach into the hole a little bit to reach the zipper just out of reach.

“Hey,” he said, “what are you doing down there?”

“Martin, be quiet,” I said.

“Quiet? What are you doing?”

“I won’t ask again.”

“Ada, let me out. This is uncomfortable.”

“Jesus.” I pulled a device off of the table beside the metal case. It looked like a short, hard, rubber dildo attached to a curved sheet of metal. “Open your mouth.”

“What for?”

I pushed Sierra’s hand out of the way and reached into the panel below. I gave Martin’s balls a good squeeze. He opened his mouth in pain, and I shoved the dildo into the round hole where his mouth was visible. His eyes got suddenly large as the rubber cock found its way into his mouth. The metal panel fit perfectly over the hole, with two hasps on either side, which I fastened quickly. The dildo was now firmly in place inside his mouth, and his complaints became muffled and angry within the iron mask. I picked up two more small padlocks from the table and secured the gag.

“Continue, Sierra.”

She had already pulled his zipper down. She reached into his underwear and pulled them down as well. Martin’s hard cock sprung out of the hole like a jack in the box. Sierra pulled away in surprise and pleasure. I had only seen a few penises in my life up to this point. This one looked nice to me, more girthy than the ones I’d seen so far. The veins were prominent, and its cap was rigid and defied the muffled complaints from its owner. Obviously, his cock had something different in mind than getting out of its current situation.

“You know what to do, don’t you?”

“Yes, Ada.”

“So get to it.”

Sierra started by grabbing the cock by its base in one of her hands.

“No, not like that. Only your mouth.”

She pulled her hands away. She started anew by licking the tip. The cock responded immediately, seeming to reach forward towards the newfound wetness of her writhing tongue. She grinned and advanced farther. She swallowed the cap of his penis her mouth and gave it a good suck. Martin’s hands balled up into fists by his side. She reached down to touch herself between her legs.

“Sierra, you’re not learning.”

She stopped blowing his cock. “What did I do?”

“Keep going.”

She resumed. I pulled her hands roughly behind her. I pulled the cuffs that I had put in my pocket out and secured her wrists. This seemed to motivated her more, and she swallowed more of the cock into her throat, about half its length.

“Don’t take that cock out of your mouth until I tell you. You keep doing that, but don’t let him cum. And no more touching yourself unless I say so. Do you understand?”

Sierra mumbled understanding around the engorged penis in her mouth.

“Good. I’m going to make some adjustments.”

I walked around the metal statue, caressing bits of it. The thought that Martin was trapped inside turned me on tremendously. I controlled him completely. I ran my hands over the metal like I had run my hands over the few lovers I had had in the past, feeling every hasp, lock, and knob on the large device. My fingers wanted to use them all.

The first thing I did was secure the eye panel back in place, plunging Martin’s internal world back into darkness. He tried to complain, but the noises were lost inside the metal statue, mixed in with the moans of pleasure from Sierra sucking his dick. I grabbed a metal ball from the table. It was a little larger than a man's fist, with a hole encircled by a cylinder. If I turned it upright, it looked like a squat, metal vase. I opened it up. It was neatly hinged, the interior smooth and polished. I took one of Martin's hands in mine and leaned down. He gripped it as if begging for something, and I think I knew what he was begging for. "Don't let him come, Sierra," I reminded her.

"Yes, Ada."

She slowed down, started licking his balls instead. I took his index finger into my mouth and ran my tongue along it. Then his middle finger. His hand relaxed. I balled his fingers into a fist and quickly slipped the metal sphere over it, hinged it shut, and secured the clasp. The cuff end fit tightly against his wrist and rendered his hand useless. I locked it in place with a tiny padlock. There was a bit of skin at his wrist between the metal ball and the arm of the statue. I didn't like that.

I grabbed another metal ball and went to secure his other hand, but he knew what was coming and tried to resist. He held his fingers splayed out and waved them around. It was silliness. He wasn't going to stop me. I took his pinky and bent it backwards until I heard him yelp in pain inside the mask. "You going to cooperate?" I asked loudly. He still held his fingers wide. My dad taught me a trick once, which he told me to use if a guy ever got too aggressive. It's easy to do. I held his thumb at its base with my own thumb and bent it backwards with the rest of my fingers. Martin did not like it. That was an understatement. If he hadn't been gagged, I might have made out the string of curses he let loose. But after a moment, he balled up a fist, nice and compliant. I covered it with the other metal ball from the table and locked it in place.

Now, to take care of that bit of skin I could still see. I wanted him completely encased. I moved to the rear of the statue, where I had made some adjustments before to size him in. I checked the directions on the placard and found the knob I wanted. I turned it slowly, and the torso of the statue extended upwards. I calculated right. There was still enough room in the shoulders to pull his arms upwards. The skin at his wrist disappeared into the statue's arms, and the metal balls closed up the gap and seemingly locked into place against the wrist of the statue. I stood back to admire my work. Now all that was visible of Martin's body was his throbbing dick.

Sierra was alternating between licking his balls and caressing the tip of his cock with her tongue. No, there was one more thing this needed. I walked to the rear of the statue and took hold of the knob at the statue's neck. I twisted it slowly, and the neck extended. Martin grunted within. I twisted it again, and the neck got longer. I stopped and listened. One more twist. It wasn't too much, but he'd be plenty tight, which is just what I wanted.

I pulled Sierra's hair back and pulled her off of his cock. She sucked up a bit of spittle off the tip of his penis as she pulled away. I stood behind her and leaned down to kiss her ear. "All the way, OK?"

Sierra nodded.

"OK, here we go. Open up."

Sierra opened her mouth, wide and eager. I held her head in my hands and guided her mouth over Martin's dick. I pushed her closer and closer, halfway, then three quarters, and she started to resist.

"All the way, Sierra."

She stopped resisting. I pushed her head sharply forward, and Martin's cock shoved all the way down her throat, her face pushed up against the statue's crotch. I knew she couldn't breathe, and she probably wanted to gag. But she did well.

"Just a few more seconds."

She waited. Her fingers grabbed at the air behind her, her cuffed hands trying to pull apart. But she didn't resist me.

I pulled her head away. I caressed her cheek and kissed her neck. "Good girl."

"Thank you, Ada."

"You think we should let him cum?"

She nodded.

"Well, I don't." I grabbed her upper arms and pulled her into a standing position. I held my hands around around the thinnest part of her corset, still holding her torso tightly. “I think we'll need to take this off.” I unlaced her, watched her body ease back into her shape. I removed the corset and set it aside. I took her to the horse that I had examined earlier and shoved her over it. She yelped in surprise. I quickly strapped her neck to one side of the device, but I didn't strap her feet in yet. With her hands still cuffed, she struggled awkwardly. Her sizable ass stuck up in the air, vulnerable, but not vulnerable enough. I pulled her skirt down to around her ankles. "Up," I said, and she obediently lifted one foot and the other as I pulled the skirt away. She wore a pair of purple panties. Cute. We didn't need these. I pulled them off her, and she lifted one foot and then other, like a good girl. I took each foot in turn and strapped it in to the device. The straps were a good distance apart, so when she was secured, she was completely open to me.

"You picked this place, Sierra. I wonder if you're enjoying it like you thought you would." I reached between her thighs and found her pussy, and holy fuck, it was wet. She was cleanly shaved and soaking. I ran my fingers up to her clit and felt a piercing there, a ring. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?” She eased into my hand as much as she could as I felt the dimensions of her piercing. Then I took my fingers back down to her wetness. I pulled my hand away, and she sighed in disappointment.

"Is this what you wanted?" I asked as I held two wet fingers in front of her face.

She breathed heavily. "Yes, Ada."

"You're dripping down there. You should be ashamed of yourself."

"I am, Ada."

"Go on, then. Clean it up." I held my fingers to her mouth and she licked them clean. I caressed her hair with my other hand. "Now," I said when she was done, "you need to be punished for being disobedient earlier. It's for your own good, understand?"

She nodded.

"Understand?"

"Yes, Ada."

I raised an eyebrow and waited.

"Ada, please punish me. I deserve to be punished."

"Good girl."

I uncuffed her hands and secured them to the bottom of the device. Now she was completely open to me.

Beside the horse was a small rack with a number of implements hanging off of it. I took a small paddle from the notch where it hung. It was about as long as a ping pong paddle, but the flat part was more like a wide, thick strap, about as wide as my palm. It was black leather with a thong wrapped neatly around its handle. It felt good in my hand, just the right weight. I went behind Sierra and caressed that huge, creamy white ass of hers. I looked over to the metal statue. Martin's cock still pushed out of it, and it was still throbbing. He must have been aching for release.

I had never felt this way before. Everything felt right. This is where I was supposed to be. I was calm, in control. I was still angry at Sierra for presuming so much. And so, she deserved pain. But I wasn’t going to inflict it out of jealousy.

First, I went to the metal statue and removed the panel covering Martin’s eyes. The statue faced the horse over which Sierra’s naked ass was now exposed. He’d have a good view.

“How many?” I asked Sierra.

She struggled to look at me, her eyes seeking the right answer. “Three?”

I shook my head.

“Five?”

“Ten, Sierra. Ten. Do you think that's too much?”

“No, Ada.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Ada. I deserve ten.”

I rubbed the end of the paddle against her left ass cheek. She responded by clenching her cheeks together. Perhaps it was fear. She was right to be afraid. I held the paddle at a distance of a couple feet. I swung.

It didn’t hit right. I had angled the paddle too much, and the handle came down ahead of the flat part. It didn’t even make a slapping sound. I had never done this before. Sierra hardly squirmed, and that wouldn’t do. “One.”

I swung again. This time, the strike found its mark a little better, across the middle of her fleshy left cheek, but the strike was still weak. The slapping sound hardly counted. Sierra relaxed a little bit, and that wouldn’t do. “Two.”

I held my hand back farther this time, angling it carefully. Using my whole arm, I brought the paddle hard onto her ass. The slapping sound reverberated through the room, and Sierra let out a surprised squeal. “Zero.”

“Zero?”

“I don’t think you understood. Ten in a row without a sound. If you cry out in pain, even a little peep, I’m starting over from one. Understand now?”

Now there was some anger in her eyes, but she was hesitant to make it worse. She was bent over a bondage horse with her bare ass in the air, after all. “Yes, Ada,” she said through clenched teeth.

“Good. Let’s start over then.”

There was already a red spot on her butt, the shape of the paddle from the last strike. I aimed straight for it and let her have another good whack. I was getting the hang of it. The flat landed cleanly, producing a solid slapping sound. Her ass rippled away from the paddle in little tremors after it struck. “One.”

I aimed the next strike at the fresh whiteness of her other cheek. It landed well. “Two.” Sierra responded with a heavy exhalation of breath as she tried to wriggle her ass uselessly away from the resulting blow. She couldn’t go far. She held her tongue.

Another strike to the same place. “Three.”

I rubbed the paddle closer to the bottom of her left buttcheek, where the fold of her ass met the back of her thighs. I landed a blow there. Her body went tense, her toes pushing towards the floor and her head straining up into the air. “Four.”

I aimed and struck another blow on the opposite side. She was breathing heavily now, and her ass was developing a nice collection of red marks. “Five. How are we doing?” I reached a hand between her legs and up to her pussy. It was even wetter than before. “You fucking naughty girl. I can’t believe you’re getting turned on by this. No noise now.” I sunk three fingers into her wet pussy while I rubbed the red marks lightly with the paddle. She felt good, and my fingers were quickly soaked in her fluids. I made sure they were covered, and I went to Martin’s immobile form. I held my fingers up in front of his eyes. He looked a little scared. He also looked excited. It was hard to tell which was stronger. I rubbed my wet fingers across his hard cock, still sticking straight out from the crotch of the statue. The cock responded by throbbing upwards into my hand, trying to reach out for as much of Sierra’s juices as it could get. I rubbed them into the tip of his dick, squeezing the cap a few times in my palm before letting go.

I went back to Sierra. “Five more.”

She nodded.

I landed three hits in rapid succession, alternating between her ass cheeks, smack in the middle of her white flesh. I leaned down towards Sierra’s head and put my ear close to her mouth. She breathed heavily through her nose, and her whole body strained against its bonds. But she didn’t make a sound. “Eight.”

I put the paddle back on the rack. I wanted to spank her properly the last two times. I ran my hands across her ass, kneading at the red marks that the paddle had left. With one hand on her left cheek, I slapped my other hand hard against her right. I could feel the throbbing in my own hand from how hard I had hit. It radiated out for a moment and turned into a brief burning. I could only imagine how her ass felt. “Nine. Last one.” I stood back and spanked her good on the other cheek for balance.

I was proud of my work: two large, white ass cheeks with several broad red marks across them. I could even see the outline of my fingers starting to form on each one. I ran my fingers across her ample skin. It was hot to the touch. I leaned my head against the small of her back and put my arms across her ass, making as much contact as I could. I wanted to feel all of her that I could touch. I wanted more. The next room. What else? What else could there be? My own pussy wanted to be touched. It demanded it. I didn’t need to reach my hand down my jeans to tell how wet I was. My panties were already plenty sticky, I was sure.

“Good girl,” I said, more to Sierra’s ass than to her face. “You can talk again.”

“Thank you, Ada.”

“Thank you for what?”

“Thank you for punishing me, Ada.”

“Well, you deserved it. Now, I think it’s time to let poor Martin out. Do you think he’ll be angry?”

“Yes, Ada.”

I unstrapped her from the horse. She slowly stood up straight and rubbed at her lower back. She started to pick up her panties from where I had left them on the floor.

“No. Leave those.”

She stood back up straight and waited. No backtalk this time. She only wore her tight t-shirt now, the black stud earrings in her ears, and the tiny ring pierced through her clit. I thought she was beautiful. I hadn’t noticed before how beautiful she was. Maybe it required the adjustment of her demeanor for me to see it. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to feel the nipples that were poking through her shirt. I wanted to pull her dark hair back and bite a chunk out of her neck. Patience, though. Patience.

I looked at Martin’s eyes inside the iron mask. He stared back. I could tell he was pissed.

“Martin, I’m going to let you out now. I see you’ve still got something going on down here.” I grabbed his hard cock in one hand and stroked it lightly up and down. “Now you could be angry with me. But I’m guessing you’re pretty frustrated right now. You probably want to cum really bad, huh? Let me suggest that it is not in your best interest to be angry with me when I let you out, especially if you want something to be done about this.” I gave a light squeeze to the shaft of his dick. “Look at Sierra over there. Be like her.”

His eyes went to the girl with the dark hair, standing there with her pussy exposed, submissive, pliant to my will. I don’t know what thoughts ran through his head, but when he looked back at me, he seemed to have lost some of his anger.

“OK, I’m going to take this out. It would be best if you stayed quiet,” I said. I unlocked the padlocks that held the metal plate over his mouth. I undid the hasps and pulled the plate away and with it the dildo gag. A bit of spittle clung to his mouth as I removed it. I stared at him for a moment, waiting to see what he would do. He said nothing.

I took my time adjusting the knobs on the statue, giving his body inside a little release from its stretched position. He let out a moan of relief every time I turned a knob. After a few moments, I removed the three larger padlocks that locked the entire statue together. I swung it open. Martin’s body was sweaty, with dark wet spots at his underarms and forming across his chest. His pants were unzipped, and his cock still stood straight up. I hadn’t removed the metal balls around his hands, and so his arms ended in useless appendages. He stepped out form the statue and stood before me. “I can’t,” he said awkwardly and indicated his open zipper.

“You don’t have to. I want you both the same way. Sierra, come here.”

She walked over beside me.

“Help him take off his pants.”

She took off his shoes first, then his socks. She pulled his pants down carefully. He didn’t resist, but he didn’t look happy about it. There was still some attitude adjustment to be done there. She removed his underwear, brushing her hand light against his cock as she did so. It was probably intentional. Martin’s dick responded with a fresh salute. After a few moments, he stood naked from the waist down, just like Sierra. They each still wore the metal collar that we had put around their necks in the first room. Martin had balls of metal for fists, and she had a ring of metal in her clit. It was a beautiful sort of parity. But I could see room for improvement.

“Good. Now we see what’s in room four.” We hadn’t tried the spinning wheel yet, the one unused device left in the room. But it wasn’t too appealing to me anyway. I wanted to see how room number four was going to up the ante compared to three.

“So we're just going to walk around like this?” Martin asked.

“Yes. We're alone, aren't we? What's the problem?”

“But our clothes…”

“What about them?”

“Are we just going to leave them here?”

“Yes.”

I opened the door to the next room and stood aside for each of them to pass through, Martin first. As Sierra passed, I passed my hand to her ass and caressed it possessively as I stepped through behind her.

“Oh God,” Martin said.

I thought the same, except the dismay in his voice was matched by excitement in my thoughts. Just the sight of all this equipment made me want to lay Martin out on the floor and ride his cock. But no. Not yet.

At first glance, the room was overwhelming. The walls were a deep blue color, the floors a darkly varnished hardwood, smooth and beautiful. The ceiling was much taller in this room, with good reason. A number of devices hung from the ceiling by a series of ropes and pulleys and chains. Along one wall was a table covered in all sorts of implements: whips, rope, chains, pieces of leather which needed further examining, latex items, dildos, vibrators, gags… the selection seemed endless. There must have been twenty larger devices in the room, spread out along other three walls. Some of them hung by chains attached to rails on the ceiling. They were mobile, and the tracks on the ceiling made the whole room available to these hanging devices. Some of the devices were attached to the floor by heavy bolts: various tables and benches.

There was so much. We wouldn’t be able to try everything, not unless we spent a few days here, with many breaks for meals and sleep. The thought was tempting, but it would be better to be selective. I left Sierra and Martin, their genitals open to the air, and walked around the room. I surveyed everything, running my fingers over the devices that looked the most interesting, examining every device on the long table. I took my time. This needed a plan. It needed intention. It would be a work of art.

I found a metal rolling cart by the table, and I began to pick out what I would need. First I selected a pair of leather gloves – no, not gloves exactly, more like mittens. They were fingerless and had a place to lock at the wrists. Everything must lock, I decided. I put them on the cart. Next, I selected an assortment of gags and leather cuffs, each with different features. I picked through the selection of hoods for a good while until I found exactly what I needed. This place was a dream. I also picked out some short chains with fine links, some clamps, and a small metal band, also lockable. I picked up a handful of padlocks and a handful more. When I was done, the cart was near too overflowing. I rolled it to the middle of the room.

I could see Sierra was excited at what I had picked out. I wasn’t so sure about Martin.

“Come here, Martin.”

He walked to me, saying nothing. His hands were heavy in their metal ball cuffs.

“Get on your knees,” I said.

He was hesitant to do so as he looked over what was on the cart beside me, but he obeyed. I picked up one of the hoods from the cart. It was black leather. It looked like a mess of a spider webbing, with buckles flailing and straps all over it. I went behind Martin. “Ada?”

“You’ll be alright,” I said and stroked his cheek lightly.

I found the open end of the hood, circumscribed by a thicker leather strap for a collar. It was a bit of a task getting it over the top of his head, tight as it was, but it went on. His head was covered in leather and straps hanging off at every angle. I straightened out the front of it. There were no eye holes, no way for him to see, but there were two tiny holes for nostrils, and the mouth was open through a wide oval hole. It fit nicely over his slightly thick lips. Down the back of the hood was were two rows of eyelets and a string to bind them shut, like shoelaces. I slowly tightened the laces between each eyelets, making the sure the mask in front stayed straight. The laces went all the way down to the neck, and once tightened, the mask had been pulled taut around Martin’s head.

I ran my hands over the whole of the hood, over the various straps hanging off of it, feeling the creases of his ears and his nose and the top of his head. I ran my fingers lightly over his lips. He responding by opening them slightly. But there was still work to be done. At the base of the hood was a thicker leather collar with buckles in the back. There was a notched groove down the inside that fit perfectly around the locked metal collar around Martin’s neck. I buckled the collar and put a padlock in place on a metal hook. He wouldn’t be able to remove this hood even if he could use his hands. It took some figuring to figure out the rest of the straps and the order they needed to go in. It was like solving a puzzle, but I figured it out in quickly enough. When I was done, thin straps criss-crossed across his face and under his chin. It was beautiful. And very secure.

“Lift your arms,” I said. He did, and I pulled his shirt off over his head. I left it on the floor beside the cart. Now he was fully naked except for the devices attached to his hands and head. I couldn’t help but notice his cock was standing at full attention when I was done. He sure had stamina. I stood in front of him and hugged his head into me. His mouth was not so far from my cunt. I wanted it closer. But not yet. I leaned over and gave him a light kiss. “Stay here. It’s Sierra’s turn.”

Sierra’s hood was different, not made of leather but a burgundy-colored latex. It was rather a chore getting it on, but she was helpful and compliant. When we were done, her head was a solid, shiny red, with her thick black hair sticking straight up out of the hood like a pony’s tail. This hood had holes for the mouth and nose but – unlike Martin's – also had eyeholes. On the sides of the face were button clasps, which I would be making use of shortly. The neck of the hood was a bit messy, though, with the ends of the hood laying out loosely, even after I tucked them beneath her thin metal collar. That would need fixing. I went back to the long table and found what I needed: a thick black leather collar. This one, like the collar on Martin’s hood, had a groove so that it fit cleanly over the metal collar already on Sierra’s neck. I fastened it securely around her neck, which forced her whole head upright, with her chin pointed slightly upwards. It defied her usual posture.

“Now, you too,” I said and indicated her shirt. She lifted her arms, and I pulled it off. I removed her bra next. Her nipple piercings were exposed now. I could use those. “How’s that?”

“It’s nice, Ada.”

I rubbed my hands over her mask and collar, and she leaned into my caress and closed her eyes. ‘Nice’ was an understatement.

I picked up a piece of latex from the table. Its color matched the mask, and it had buttons on either end. I snapped it in place at a clasp beside Sierra’s brow and pulled it across her eyes, buttoning it on the other side. Her sight was gone. The latex panel fit beautifully against the mask, almost not visible.

Both blind. Both willing. Both kneeling beside each other, hooded and ready. I sat down on a bench nearby and took in the view. I reached down my pants and stroked a finger against my clit and further down. I was wetter than I thought. I didn’t need my clothes any more. I stripped down quickly and was soon naked, not that they could see it. My whole body felt like it was vibrating with sensual tension, ready to explode. But I held it in.

I walked back to Sierra, still kneeling. “You first, dear.” I helped her stand up. Her balance was a little shaky without sight. I took the leather mittens off the cart. They fit neatly over her hands, rendering her fingers useless. Each of the mittens ended in a metal ring at the fingertips, and at the wrists was a lockable strap. I pulled her arms behind her and locked the wrist straps together behind her with the same padlock. I took two wider leather cuffs from the cart and secured them each on her upper arms, just above her elbows. Then I locked those together with another padlock, pulling her elbows towards each other and thrusting her chest forward in the process. I turned her around roughly and drew her naked body close to mine. When she felt my bare skin against hers, she moaned and pressed closer. I kissed her, deep and hard, as I fingered the piercing that ran through her clit. “Is this hard to get out?”

“No, Ada,” she said, now breathing heavily. “The ball on the left unscrews.”

“Good.”

I took the small ball at the end of the clit piercing between my fingers and unscrewed it from the barbell. I removed the piercing and immediately replaced it with the bar of a small padlock. I left it unlocked, and it hung heavily from her clit.

I took her chin in one hand and said, “Open.” She opened her mouth for me. From the cart, I took a large black ballgag. I pushed it into her mouth, slowly. She started to protest at its size. “Come on now, I know you can do it.” I pushed it further, and it sunk past her front teeth and settled into the fullness of her mouth. She was stretched wide now. “You can breathe OK?” She took a few breaths through the nose holes in her hood and mumbled assent. I buckled the straps of the ballgag behind her head and stood back to admire my work. Ballgagged, blind, and bound, with a lock hanging from her pussy. I liked the way her entire head was immobile, from her neck, her jaw, and her useless eyes under the mask. But we were just getting started.

I left her and went to Martin. His cock had lost a bit of its oomph, but I could fix that quickly enough. I helped him stand up. I took his balls in my hand and rolled them between my fingers. His knees bent a little as his cock got hard again quickly. “You like that?”

“Yes.”

“I bet you want to stick this thing in a wet pussy, don’t you?”

His cock got even harder and started to pulse up and down. “Yes.”

“Maybe I’ll let you do that, if you’re good.”

First I took his balled hands behind his neck and fastened them to a ring in the collar at the back of his neck, so that his elbows pointed straight up into the air, exposing his underarms and chest. Then I fastened a wide cuff around each of his ankles. Next, I picked up a small, hinged metal band from the cart.

“Now here’s the fun part.”

I gripped his balls again and pulled them down. With my other hand, I squeezed between his testicles and his dick and fitted the metal band around his scrotum. I was careful not to pinch as I closed it tightly around and latched it just under his erect penis. Now his testicles were set off tightly in their pouch, separated and swelled slightly with purple. I felt his balls again, and they barely moved. Now they pulsed up and down with the pumping of blood through his cock, like his penis and testicles were one unit. I looked at the gags on the cart and contemplated. I decided to leave him ungagged for now.

From the edge of the room, I reached up to one of the chains that hung down along the rails at the top of the ceiling, picking the one with just the right height. It moved smoothly as I guided the end of the chain to where Sierra stood in the middle of the room. The design was clever. As soon as there just a little tension in the chain, it would stop moving in its track overhead and be held fast. The end was about at Sierra’s eye level, which was around my shoulder level. I turned her around and grabbed the small metal loops at the end of her bondage mittens. I pulled them upwards. This startled her, and she cried out as she stumbled. But I didn’t let her fall. I pulled her hands straight up into the air towards the chain, forcing her head down, making her spread her feet to keep her balance. I fastened the mittens to the chain with a padlock. Her shoulders were pulled taut with her upper arms, and her sizable ass was exposed below her suspended hands. I rubbed her cheeks, still a little red from the activity of the last room.

“Uncomfortable?”

She tried to nod her head, but the tall collar prevented much movement.

“We’re going to make this a little more comfortable. I’m going to give you exactly what you wanted, Sierra.”

I grabbed Martin, standing nearby and oblivious to Sierra’s predicament. I grabbed him by his stiff testicles and pulled his dick towards her ass. He was a good bit taller, and his hard cock lay against the top of her cheeks, his balls lightly caressing the crack between her cheeks. Sierra moaned in response to the feeling of his pubic hair touching her softness.

“Now, we need to make a height adjustment here, don’t you think?”

I found another chain and brought it over along the railing. I attached it to the back of Martin’s collar, leaving a good deal of slack. From the long table, I selected a long, steel bar that seemed to be about the right length, with round eyelets on each end. I locked one end to the cuff around Martin’s left ankle.

“Time to spread.”

“Huh?” Martin said.

“Your legs. Spread them.”

“I’ll fall.”

“You won’t fall. I’ve attached a chain to your collar. You won’t fall. Now spread.”

He moved each foot outward, and his cock also eased down into Sierra’s butt crack so that it stood straight up, his balls being pushed forward towards her asshole. Not low enough.

“Come on now. Legs wider. You won’t fall.”

“I don’t know if I can. I can’t hold that.”

“You won’t have to. Now do it.”

“Ada.”

My patience was up. I reached a hand to his nipple and pinched hard. He yelped, and I kept his nipple between my thumb and finger, twisted. “Farther.”

He spread his feet farther, until he was having trouble with the strength in his legs and started shaking a bit. I quickly locked the other end of the bar to his other ankle, and he was spread wide now. I had judged the chain at his neck perfectly. It had just enough tension to keep him upright. His legs shook more.

“It’s OK, Martin. Ease into it. You won’t fall.”

His body relaxed a bit, but only so much. If he let the strength completely go in his legs, the collar was too tight against his neck. It was perfect. Even under the strain, his dick was trying to find its way into Sierra’s wet pussy, though it was having a tough time of it. I could help with that.

“Now, you only do what I say, Martin. I mean it.”

He didn’t respond. I pinched his nipple again, and he yelled out.

“Did you hear me?”

“Yeah, yes. Jesus.”

“Say, ‘Yes, Ada.’”

“I heard you.”

I twisted his nipple again.

“Yes, Ada, yes, Ada! Yes, oh fuck, yes, Ada!”

I let him go. “Good.”

I stood beside Sierra’s waist, our naked hips touching, and smoothed my hands over her ass and onto Martin’s pelvis, pulling it closer. Each of them responded with a little groan of effort, but they couldn’t move far. I leaned over and felt down towards Sierra’s clit, where the open padlock still hung loose. Touching it was the tip of Martin’s cock, pulsing and desperate to find the wetness just above. I pushed it backwards, running the top of it over her wet cunt, guiding it to where it wanted to go. Martin responded, pulling back his hips in preparation. I placed the tip of his cock against Sierra’s wetness, and Martin pushed forward. His cock slid in easily, and Sierra pulled her thighs apart and pushed back to feel all of it entering her. Martin started to pull out a little. I knew he wanted to fuck her silly, but that’s not what I had in mind. I grabbed the metal band around his balls and pulled it back forward. “No, no, no. We can’t have that.”

I pulled the padlock to the metal loop over the hasp of Martin’s cock ring. I looped the shackle of the lock through the hasp and closed the padlock shut. Now Martin’s balls were attached to Sierra’s clit, fixing his cock tightly into Sierra’s open cunt. I stood up and took a few steps back.

“You understand what I just did, you two? Did you feel it? You pull out, Martin, and you’ll pull Sierra’s clit piercing right out. She probably wouldn’t like that. Is this what you wanted, Sierra? You wanted Martin’s cock inside you. Now you’ve got it.”

“Ada,” Martin said. His ass kept tensing up. He wanted so bad to thrust his cock in and out, to feel that wetness. But he couldn’t. “Come on, Ada.”

“Don’t make me gag you, Martin. You know I will.”

He was quiet then.

Fuck, it was beautiful. My two friends locked together in pain and pleasure. Friends? Is that what they were? It’s not what they were at this moment. At this moment, they were my sex toys, my malleable objects, the raw materials of my art. They were my musical instruments, and I wanted to play a tune.

I picked up a couple of small, metal clamps from the cart along with a short chain. There was small pool of spittle under Sierra’s mouth, where drool had been dripping from her gag to the floor. I lay down underneath Sierra’s chest. It was an interesting view, the testicles locked to her clit, the heavy breathing, the strain. And down the side of one of Martin’s balls, I saw the thick white proof of Sierra’s pleasure, dripping from her pussy over the base of Martin’s cock and downwards. It was an impressive amount. A bit of drool escaped from around the gag in her mouth, and it landed between my breasts. I kneaded the wetness over my left tit, into my nipple until it was hard and pointed.

I reached from the floor towards Sierra’s left nipple, mirroring mine, my fingers still wet with Sierra’s spittle. She moaned as I pulled her nipple down towards the floor, and more of her saliva landed on my chest. She had little cute nipples with tiny neat discs for areolae. I adjusted one of the metal clamps. It wasn’t tension-loaded. It needed to be set at just the right width, and then it would shut tight. I grabbed her nipple with one hand and eased the clamp shut with my other until it pinched tightly. Sierra squealed, and I let go. The chain from the clamp hung low, attached to the other. I quickly secured the other to her other tit, not waiting for her to get over the pain of the first, and she yelled out again and tried to shift away. But when she moved, she pulled Martin forward by the padlock in her clit piercing. She went as motionless as she could, but I knew she was hurting.

I got out from underneath her and picked two heavier padlocks from the cart. I leaned underneath, where the chain hung between her nipples now. I hung one of the padlocks on the chain, pulling her nipples down further. Sierra shuddered but tried not to move. I added the other padlock. She eased into it.

“Good girl.” I caressed her cheek through the latex mask. “Now some attention for your boyfriend.”

Martin’s bare ass was asking for it. How could I not give it what it wanted? I grabbed a leather strap from the cart and doubled it up in my hands. Without warning, I whipped against his cheeks, hard and quick.

“Fuck! What are you doing?!” he yelled out. He pulled his hips forward. The whole structure of their bondage shook, pleasingly to my eye. Sierra was thrust forward, straining against her arms locked behind and above her. The weights that hung between her nipples swung back and forth.

“Martin, this is your last warning. Shut up or I gag you.”

“Ada!”

That was it. I had the gag ready, and I grabbed his head and pushed it into his mouth when he opened it to yell at me further. His next words were muffled. It was another ballgag, but this one was concealed behind a large leather panel that covered half his face. I buckled it quickly behind his head as he struggled to stop me. His words were muffled now.

“Martin, I stop when you’re quiet.”

He tried to yell at me again. I belted him hard against his inner left thigh. He screamed again. Sierra’s hips rotated against him in response. He may not have been enjoying this, but she certainly was. And I was too. I reached a hand down to my pussy and felt its wetness.

“Are you going to be quiet?”

I waited.

“Martin, there’s a reward for you at the end of this, but you need to earn it. Do you hear me?”

After a moment, he mumbled something that sounded like assent.

“Good. But first, pain.”

I slapped the belt against the inside of his other thigh. His body tensed and shook, his legs trying to draw together but limited in movement. He was quiet.

“I’m going to tell you something, Martin. I came on this trip hoping that I’d be your girlfriend by the end of it. We were supposed to come alone. But then you invited Sierra.”

I whipped him against his ass cheek. It left a nice, wide mark after a few moments. He was quiet.

“Sierra!”

I belted his other cheek. His legs were shaking, but he was quiet. Sierra’s hips quietly grinded against him. Unable to move away from him, she was doing the best she could do to get off. I decided to let her.

“But I think I’ve changed my mind. I was doing this all wrong. Do you know what I was, Martin? I was ambivalent. You know what that means, right? You're the smartest boy in class, arent you?”

Another hit. His chest heaved, but the only sound he made was the heavy breathing through his nose.

“’Ambivalent’ means that I had contradictory feelings about it. Maybe I didn’t want to be your girlfriend after all. I mean, if I wanted sex, I could have got it. You would have done it. All I had to do was ask.”

I whipped him again.

“But I didn’t. Why not? I guess I didn’t want it enough. But this… this place. This is what I wanted and I didn’t even know it. I guess Sierra knew. Maybe she’s smarter than both of us.”

I brought the belt up carefully between his legs, with only a little force. The end of the belt slapped against his taut balls. Martin flinched, his toes turning inward.

“I don’t want to be your girlfriend, Martin. I don’t even really want your dick in me. Maybe a little bit. Maybe a little.”

I slapped the belt against his testicles again, a little harder this time. His breathing changed, his chest heaving quickly. He may have been crying under that mask. But he remained quiet. What a good boy.

“Did you know I’m naked, Martin? You’d probably like to see that.”

I put the belt back on the cart. I brought my body against him, my breasts into his back, my hips closing over his ass. His back and chest were covered in sweat, and I rubbed it into my own. I put my hands around the front of his chest and held him close.

“Can you feel me, Martin? Do you want me? Or do you want this?”

I reached forward, grabbed Sierra’s hips, and pulled her in close. Martin moaned.

“I thought I told you no sound,” I whispered in his ear. “That’s alright. You can make sound now. You did well. You’re going to get your reward. You’ll like it. I promise.”

I grabbed the key where I had left it on the cart. First I unlocked the padlock chaining Sierra’s clit to Martin’s balls. I took off the band that was choking off his testicles. Then I unlocked his ankle cuffs and allowed him to stand up again. I unlocked Sierra’s mittened hands from the ceiling and slowly brought her to standing upright. I removed the weights but left the clamps on her nipples and her hands cuffed behind her back, still cuffed at the elbows. I removed her ballgag. Then I removed her collar and the latex sheet covering her eyes. Lastly, I worked the latex mask back over her head. Her face was sweaty, her makeup smeared, and red marks ran from the sides of her lips where the ballgag’s strap had dug in. There was lust in her eyes as she looked into mine. I kissed her. A light, brief kiss. She responded by moving towards me, seeking more. Almost time for that. I reached down to her pussy and felt the sopping wetness there.

I stood aside and directed her gaze towards Martin’s cock. It stood at attention, wet with Sierra’s scent.

“That’s yours, Sierra, until we leave here. It’s all yours.”

She licked her lips and breathed in deep as she stared at Martin’s dick.

“Let’s put him somewhere nice,” I said.

I unlocked Martin's collar from the hanging chain and led him to a short bench, only just above knee height, and sat him down on it. His hands were still cuffed behind his neck. He was still blind inside the hood covered in straps. I removed the padlock at his collar, and his hands came free but still locked in their metal balls. I removed the gag from his mouth, wiped the spittle away. He said nothing. I had won.

I carefully laid him down on the bench. He couldn't see that his head was being positioned through an opening into a head-sized box at one end of the bench. There were straps on the sides of the bench, close to the floor. I strapped down his ankles to two of them at the far end, so that his legs were slightly parted on the bench and his cock was fully exposed. I took his hands and finally removed the metal balls. Then I took each hand and cuffed it down the side of the bench towards the floor. His body formed a sort of table now, all his limbs moved away from him, and his bare chest and crotch were available.

A panel was hinged at the top of the bench, where Martin’s head lay in the box. I closed the panel over his face. It was tight against his head, and a well-placed hole – just the right shape – fit over it so that the top of his chin, his mouth, and nose were all thrust forward out of the top of the panel. His head above his nose wasn’t visible. It was just right for what I wanted.

“Sierra,” I said and nodded towards Martin’s cock. “Whatever you want.”

She leaned over the bench, her arms locked behind her. She used her tongue to pick up Martin’s hard cock from where it lay against his stomach. She took it into her mouth, just the tip of it. Martin moaned and strained against his bonds.

I spread my legs over his head, adjusted myself, and sat my bare pussy against his exposed mouth. His increasingly ecstatic moans were muffled as I felt them vibrating against my clit. I rubbed my hands down his chest in front of me. “Lick,” I said loudly as I tweaked his nipples. He obeyed. I felt his wet tongue enter my pussy, seeking out my pleasure. My hips moved involuntarily, in and out towards his outstretched tongue. He wanted it. He wanted my clit when I offered it to him. He wanted me, finally. He even wanted my asshole, I was sure. I leaned back and pushed it towards his mouth, and he eagerly lapped it up.

Sierra finished with her mouth. She stood up and brought one leg over his body, straddling his hips. She rubbed her clit up and down his cock, grinding into him. She leaned forward against his chest, wriggling her hips back and forth, looking increasingly frustrated. She seemed to have forgotten about the pain of the nipple clamps.

“You need help?” I asked.

“Yes, please, Ada.”

“Lean back.”

She brought her chest upright. I leaned over, keeping my pussy carefully on top of Martin’s tongue. I grabbed his cock and pointed it upwards towards Sierra. She eased onto it. I felt her wetness against my fingers as his cock went in. She let out an exultant sigh, like nothing I’ve ever heard before. I could feel Martin’s reaction in his tongue as it sought out my clit and began to aggressively lick back and forth. Oh god, he was good at it. I lost my strength for a moment and caught myself with my hands on his hips, below Sierra’s thighs. I bit into Sierra’s left nipple, pulling the metal of the clamp with my teeth. It must have hurt her, but she moved her nipple closer to my mouth. I quickly removed the nipple clamp from one of her nipples. It left her nipple deformed flatly, and I sucked it back into roundness, into hardness. I sucked it as she began to move her hips up and down. My mouth moved up from her breast. I kept one hand on Martin’s pelvis and used my other to grab the back of Sierra’s neck. I pulled her neck towards me, ran my tongue against it, bit it hard. She moved her hips against Martin’s cock more aggressively, and again, in turn, Martin licked my clit harder.

I kissed her then. I sought out her tongue with my own, devoured it, gripping a fistful of her hair. She kissed me back.

This is what I had wanted. Exactly what I wanted. We all came together. A chain reaction. Sierra screamed as she rode hard against Martin. I came in response, with Martin’s tongue deep into my pussy. I lost all control of my body, shook uncontrollably, barely staying upright. I collapsed into his torso, my mouth coming close to Sierra’s cunt. Martin’s whole body shook. It seemed to last forever.

The three of us stood at the last door. Martin and Sierra were quiet, standing to each side of me. They were naked, all restraints removed except for their collars. Their heads were hung low, their eyes glassy. I didn’t know how we could take another room.

I opened the door and stepped through. The light was dim, and the room was warmer than the others before. And it was smaller, intimate. The walls were painted a soft, dark red. A plush rug covered the floor. There was no bondage equipment, no devices, no gags, no chains, no metal. The only things in the room were a tall lamp emanating soft light and an elegant, red couch sitting in the middle of the room. The couch was oversized, thickly cushioned, with blankets and pillows.

I turned to Martin and Sierra and indicated their collars, holding the key in my hand. “We can take those off now.”

Sierra brought her fingers to the metal at her neck. “Can I…”

“Yes?”

“Can I keep it on… for a while… Ada?”

I smiled. “Martin?”

He didn’t step forward to have the device removed. I took that as a sign that he still wanted it too.

I stepped into the room. I sat down in the middle of the couch, facing them at the open door. I set the key on the floor and leaned back into the deep cushions. I was naked, open. I held my arms out.

Sierra came first. She found a place at the crook of my arm, folded her body, and put her head against my left breast. I draped my arm across her bare back.

But Martin hesitated.

“Come,” I said and motioned him closer with my hand.

He looked at me, not like he had looked at me ever before. I was something different in his eyes now. I was changed.

He came to me, lied down beside me on the couch, and put his head in my lap. I stroked his dark hair.

This was how it started. This was my new life.

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