Chapter Twenty-nine -- Games (kinky) People Play
"Well?" several of the women asked Laura at breakfast.
"You remember the cucumber jokes?" Laura asked. "Well, cucumbers are better than
men because they never want you to leave your shoes on in bed," she giggled. "Or
a corset and falsies." She laughed again. "I did finally get naked but it was
really late by then and I was pooped. I think I prefer to hold off my orgasms
until just before falling asleep. Bucking around in a boned corset can be a real
pain, if you know what I mean."
"But was it good?"
"Fantastic," Laura grinned.
"Well?" the others demanded. "We want details!"
Laura proudly described how she escorted her husband through a gauntlet of
scantily clad 'whores' who offered their services to him. "But he said he'd
rather have me," she smiled.
"We know that," Debbie snapped. "We were there, remember?"
"Well, when we got to the bedroom over in the old house, he told me that he
couldn't afford me because I was priceless," she said with a smile, tears
filling her eyes. "So I said since I was priceless, there could be no charge for
my services."
"Are you all right?" Kaitlyn asked, concerned to see the older woman crying.
"It was wonderful," she wailed, weeping openly. "He treated me like a whore. He
told me 'get your pants off' and the bed was really high so the mattress was up
to my butt and he just opened his pants and stuck... He just fucked me while I
was sitting right on the edge of the bed and he was standing between my legs and
I hooked my heels behind his legs and... And... And it was so perfect that... I
came from fucking, just fucking. I couldn't help it. I just exploded."
She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "Bill was so... I don't
know, hot? Horny? Wild and uninhibited. He really wanted me. Me! I got excited
just as soon as I saw him. Anyway, he told me, 'You got off, but you're supposed
to be servicing me'. Usually after I come I just lay there and wallow in the
feelings, but I was a whore, you know? I really felt like one. I was...well, it
was my job to get him off so I slid down on my knees and sucked his cock. Gawd,
but I felt like a whore, and I was about a smidgen from coming just from sucking
his cock."
"It was so fantastic," she told her roommates. "He told me, 'Enough of that. Now
you fuck me.' So I, well, I pushed him down on the bed and climbed on and rode
him. He said stuff like 'fuck me' and 'fuck your sloppy puss on my cock' and
'ride my cock, you whore'. Gad, but I got off when he called me his whore. It's
like Clarice says, 'Whore in the bedroom.' And you know what? I came again."
Smiling, completely in control again, she went on. "I think I like being on top.
Anyway, I started kind of jumping, riding him like a bronco, bouncing on the
mattress so he was going in and out and KERPOW! I came again. Me! Three times in
one night and we were still in our first fuck." Then she blushed. "I can't
believe I'm saying the F-word so much. But that's what it was, just raw sex. And
I loved it!"
"Did Bill ever get off?" Kim asked.
"In my asshole," the grandmother answered, a little embarrassed as she bragged
about her expertise as a wife-whore. "I was so juiced up with natural lubricant
that neither of us was getting much friction after that first groups of cums so,
well...I know Clarice said that lots of lube is essential and Vaseline is best
and all that, but I'd read those books about doing it with just...well, with
just natural lubrication so I got up on my feet on the bed and squatted over
Bill's cock and aimed it at my asshole and I just sat down."
"It didn't hurt?" Kim asked, her own bottom hole still sore, so abused that she
had to take stool softeners and insert suppositories to prevent ripping stitches
or opening wounds.
"Not at first," Laura smiled. "I'd coated his cock with a _lot_ of pussy juice
and squatting helped me open up and I've gotten to where I can push out and then
relax. I was afraid for a minute because I didn't, you know, prepare... You
know, no enema. But I usually go in the morning so it worked out OK. Sort of.
Anyway, once he was in, I was sort of stuck there. My legs aren't strong enough
to do a zillion deep knee bends like that, but Bill started rocking so all I had
to do was sit. But the insides of my butt hole must have absorbed my juices
because the friction started to make my butt burn. It was hot!"
"Hot like burn or hot like hot, you know, hot?" Kaitlyn queried.
"Hot like this," Laura replied, rubbing Kaitlyn's arm briskly with her hand,
producing a sensation of warmth. "And that's what made me even more hot as in
turned on like crazy but not turned on like I was going to come. Anyway, then
Bill said, 'Play with yourself, whore. I want to see my whore get off on me.' So
I did. I've got his hard cock up my butt and he's playing with my nipples and he
wants me to diddle myself. Man, did I ever get into that! He was rocking in and
out and my hand's swiping my clit' like crazy and he's pinching my tits harder
and harder and I'm getting more and more turned on. It was the most fantastic
sexual experience I've ever had."
When she didn't say anything more, her audience prompted, "And?"
"And... this is the best part... and we were in a rhythm where everything was
synchronized. He pumped my butt faster and pinched faster and I diddled faster
and then we came," she smiled, absolutely swooning in front of the crowd around
her that now included members of other classes. "We, both of us, my first and
only ever simultaneous orgasm. It was so wild. I could feel his cock in my ass,
spasming like 'uh...uh...uh'," she told them, tapping her right hand on the
table. "And I was spasming like 'ah...ah...ah' at the same time going
'uh.ah.uh.ah.uh' so that all the feelings mixed together into this massive
orgasm that went on forever for both of us."
"Wow!" most everyone gasped, impressed and a bit jealous.
"I'd like to tell you that it went on all night like that, but us old folks
needed our rest after that one," she smiled. "I was so pooped that I woke up
with my high heels still on. And, oh dear, I've got myself all hot and horny,
and Bill won't be back until the weekend."
"When there'll be an encore," Debbie chuckled, starting to clap her hands.
Everyone joined in and stood to give Laura a standing ovation.
Laura held up her hand, signaling for quiet. As the applause died down, she
announced, "I'm going to be a grandma. My daughter-in-law, Marilyn, is
pregnant." Everyone congratulated her and then settled down to finish breakfast.
"Did anybody else have any fun yesterday?" Clarice asked them.
"Sort of," several answered. "But it was kind of 'blah' compared to Tuesday."
"You need to accept that 'blah' is pretty normal. Spectacular sex is a once in a
while event that depends on planning to set the stage and then a bit of luck,"
Clarice told them. "I'm sure we've all had disasters that were funny later on
but had us crying puddles when they happened. I remember one time that I went to
meet Red at his office wearing nothing but my raincoat, high heels, and
stockings. It was raining so I knew I wouldn't stick out. But I had a flat. I
popped the top button off my raincoat when I was changing the tire and ended up
splattered with mud. When I finally got to Red's office, he was gone for the
afternoon with a new client who had an urgent problem."
"But it gets worse. I was upset but I had also got myself all horny with these
fantasies of great sex and I wasn't paying attention to my driving. I rear ended
a dump truck. So I'm out with a cop in the rain, my car is undriveable, and I'm
naked under a raincoat that's missing a top button so I'm showing all sorts of
cleavage while I'm signing the ticket for failing to pay attention to my
driving. Then the tow truck pulls away with my car. Well, I'd left my purse and
keys in the car so I'm in this cop car with nothing but my copy of the ticket
and my driver's license, naked under a raincoat. My husband is out so I can't
get hold of him. This was before pagers, you see."
"Anyway, it was only a few more blocks to our house, so I decided to walk home
because the only money I had was in my purse and cabs don't take checks,"
Clarice continued. "By the time I got home, my feet were killing me because I
wore 'fuck me' pumps that definitely aren't designed for walking in. I'm soaked,
cold, and miserable, and I'm hoping that there would be some way for me to get
in the house. Lo and behold, Red's car is in the driveway and the front door is
open, so I snuck in real quiet to surprise him. I see him bent over the kitchen
table looking at some papers or something, so I ripped open my raincoat and
yelled, 'Ta-Daa!' And guess what?"
"It wasn't Red," Clarice laughed. "It was his new client who had just moved into
our neighborhood just a few doors down. He just about had a heart attack when he
saw me, and I just about died when I realized it wasn't Red, and then Red came
out of the kitchen where he was making coffee."
"That must have been terrible," Darlene gasped out.
Clarice just laughed harder. "Red and I had already talked about our 'wife slut'
fantasies but we had never done anything up to that point," she grinned. "Red
just calmly introduced us and politely took my raincoat, explaining very
matter-of-factly that we had talked about sex fantasies and would Ralf mind if I
didn't dress? I just about freaked out because we hadn't actually done anything
up 'til then, not even flashing. My whole body was just one big blush, but I
took a deep breath and poured them both coffee before I went to dry myself off."
"Well, I put on fresh stockings and a garter belt and joined them again. Red
asked Ralf if he'd like to get off and said I'd do anything... realize that this
was before AIDS, mind you. Ralf was cool and old fashioned. He said, 'no, thank
you. You're gorgeous but I won't cheat on my wife,' and was a perfect gentleman
until they finished their work. Well, when he left, Red used me. I was way too
up tight to get off but we still laugh about it to this day."
"But... Well, did you... Was it fun?" the never bashful Kaitlyn asked.
"Absolutely. Later on, Marion, Ralf's wife, and I used to play all sorts of sexy
games with our husbands, but we never did actually have intercourse with anyone
but our own husband."
"Had you already been through 'good wife' training?" someone asked.
"Yes. But not here. And Marion went before we started playing together. Oh,
well. I've taken up some of your class time telling my stories. It's time for
you to run off and create some memories of your own. Now scoot."
"We can just start here," Wanda said. "Everybody get fresh coffee or juice and
we'll get started with another class on communications. Has everyone thought
about your next phone sex scenario? You're going to be graded again on..."
They spent the next hour discussing sexy talk. To end the discussion, Wanda
shared her own embarrassing story about how she left pornographic messages on
her husband's voice-mail. He is a contractor and was out on a job, so he called
and asked his secretary to check his voice mail and let him know if he had any
important messages. "She called him back and said that there was one urgent
message," Wanda laughed. "And she repeated my message word-for-word, something
like, 'Hi, mother fucker. Your favorite mother is ready for some hot fucking as
soon as you can get home. I've got a big rubber plug up my ass and a bigger
dildo in my pussy and gloss on my lips so you can use any or all of my holes.
Hurry home, you horny mother fucker,' or words to that effect. He was cool. He
just asked Paula to call me back and say he'd be home late, and to keep
everything hot for him."
"Did she?" Jennifer asked.
"Yep," Wanda giggled. "OK, our next class is some BDSM fun but not in the
dungeon. You won't have a dungeon at home but it's still fun to play, so we're
going to have fun with ordinary household bondage equipment and things that are
readily available from neighborhood stores. What can you guys think of to use
for bondage? Wendy?"
"Old neckties and scarves."
"Pretty ordinary stuff and that's not an original idea," Wanda told them. "Use
your imagination. We're still on bondage. How about you, Kaitlyn?"
"Rope's pretty obvious."
"Sure, but you need to learn to tie knots and that'll be our next class just
before phys' ed' and dinner. By the way, I'm going to award spankings to anybody
who repeats a household bondage idea or who fails to come up with a new idea in
fifteen seconds. So, who's next? Kim?"
Ideas included old panty hose, duct tape, adhesive tape, cords from sashes and
blinds, electrical cords, fishing line, kite string, and torn sheets and rags
before anyone was awarded a spanking. "You're not using your imaginations,"
Wanda told them after each of them had received a spanking with a wicked leather
paddle that stung like crazy. "Let me give you some ideas. Come on down to the
play room."
Kim found herself immobilized with cardboard rolled around her arms and legs. It
was impossible to get up without help but her pussy and tits were available for
erotic play. Darlene's bondage was the opposite. She was ordered to put on a
turtleneck body suit and tight jeans, then Wanda slipped a wire lock like those
used to seal electrical boxes through a hole in her belt, the tab of the zipper,
and the belt's buckle creating a chastity outfit from which she couldn't escape
without detection. The diabolical part was that no one would even notice since
the lock was hidden behind the belt.
Jennifer found out that plastic grocery bags are pretty tough and no one could
deny that they're always available. Wanda showed the class how they can be
strung together to form a long chain by pulling one through the handles of
another. Laura was immobilized with belts and dog collars. Maria discovered that
plastic wrap is even tougher than plastic grocery bags. Debbie found out that a
few twist ties from bread bags, used properly on thumbs and big toes, were
almost impossible to escape and that they were also useful on nipples. Kaitlyn
ended up wrapped in aluminum foil and Wendy learned new uses for dental floss.
"So let's talk about safety," Wanda chuckled once the whole class was immobile.
"Anybody really hurting? No? Good. But what if I began teasing you sexually,
Wendy? Or tickled."
"It'd hurt. This stuff cuts," she said as the thin dental floss dug into her
skin.
"Right. It's also impossible to untie, so have scissors or a knife or even
fingernail clippers ready for the escape. And _never_ leave someone alone when
they're helpless. NEVER! Not even for a few minutes. Murphy's Law applies to
bondage at least as much as the rest of your life. OK, let's get you out of this
stuff and get back to something a little more normal...like rope. Right after we
get some refreshments." The daily late-morning juice and fruit was cut short
because it took so long to release everyone from their unusual bondage.
"Welcome to the ropes class," Nancy greeted them. "You're going to spend most of
the next two days literally 'learning the ropes'. We'll also play some kinky
games and have some fun."
They all remembered others dressed in ropes as each of them got two eight-foot
lengths of nylon rope. "Rope is useless without knots so we're going to learn a
lot about knots," Nancy lectured. "We'll only have time to teach you the basic
knots and selected techniques. You decide if you like rope bondage. If you do,
keep learning new techniques and knots. There's a real art to it, especially the
Japanese stylized rope work. If you could care less about it, I hope you'll at
least remember the basics because you might have to tie up a robber some day."
"There are three basic categories of knots: joining knots, anchor knots, and
hitches. I'll also teach you a few miscellaneous knots such as the tightening
knots. They don't fall into one of the main categories but you may find them
useful. They're often used in combinations so you need to learn all of them.
Now, does anybody know the characteristics of a good knot?"
"I guess that it holds tight," Kaitlyn ventured.
"And?" Nancy prompted. When everyone appeared stumped, she gave them the answer.
"The two characteristics of a good knot are, first, it has to hold securely,
and, second, it has to be easy to untie. When I say easy, I mean that it doesn't
lock up so that you can't get it loose without tools or undue force."
"Your objective is to tie good knots with all kinds of rope. A little help from
friction makes hemp and cotton rope hold securely even with bad knots although
you may have to cut the rope to release your partner. If you can tie your
partner securely with cotton rope, you'll pass...barely. To get a C and avoid
punishment, you..." Nancy continued her lecture. To earn an A+ required fancy
stylistic rope work that was decorative as well as secure.
They started with joining knots. For some of them, it was hard to tie a simple
square knot consistently. Others learned the sheet bend, double figure eight,
water knot, and fisherman's knot. They started practicing so Nancy could work
one-on-one with those having difficulty. By the end of the hour, they had
covered the basic anchor knots, especially the bowline, and all of the common
hitches, the girth hitch, timber hitch, clove hitch, and half hitch.
"If you get stumped while doing your homework, there are Boy Scout knot books in
each room," Nancy chuckled as Laura again tried to tie a square knot to join the
ends of her length of nylon rope. And once again she ended up with a granny
knot. "Keep practicing and you'll eventually get it, but we need to move on to
using rope for bondage."
"The most comfortable as well as most secure tie is what's called 'a wrap and a
frap'." Nancy dimmed the lights and showed a series of slides as she spoke. "If
you're securing ankles together, for example, start with a clove hitch, then
wrap the rope up your victim's legs. The number of wraps depends on how you
feel, how immobile you want your victim to feel, how much rope you have, and how
thick that rope is. Once you've wrapped, you frap it, which is just a couple of
wraps over the wraps ending in another hitch. A famous bondage artist named John
Willie called fraps a 'twitch' but we'll use the more common term. Now pair off,
lay down next to each other in a 69, and wrap & frap each other's ankles."
Nancy watched, making them wrap tighter and frap snugly. She was pleased to see
Laura tie good hitches. 'If only the woman would learn right over left, then
left over right,' Nancy thought. Once everyone's legs were bound, they compared
the ties. Kaitlyn had used every inch of her rope to wrap Kim's calves almost to
the knees so that Kim's legs were almost completely immobilized. Nancy pointed
out that Debbie made only four wraps around Jennifer's ankles, allowing lots of
leg movement. Jennifer could even open her knees more than a foot.
"Good, you've all gotten the idea. Now let's try using the same technique on the
arms. Wrapping up the forearms behind the back is very secure but somewhat
uncomfortable unless you're flexible. That's why fitness is important. Men
especially like to force a woman's elbows together behind a woman's back because
it forces her chest out and enhances her figure. But a wrap and frap can be
effective bondage for arms in front of the body, too. Stay in the same pairs,
but Jennifer, tie Debbie. Darlene, tie Laura. Kim, do Kaitlyn. Wendy, do Maria."
Nancy commented on technique and offered suggestions, because Laura couldn't
quite get her elbows together. "Your boobs still look great," Nancy told them.
"Look in the mirror." Even though she was uncomfortable, Laura admitted she
looked smashing.
Nancy critiqued the bindings, then had the pairs switch. "Speed is important,"
she told the newly designated tops. "It's boring and a turn-off if the top
dawdles around and doesn't seem to know what he or she is doing, so from now on,
pick it up. Just wrap, wrap, wrap, wrap, wrap, frap, frap, and tie off. Have any
of you ever watched rodeo calf roping? Do it like that. Now go."
The critique this time was different. "You need to be both fast and good," she
told them. "And that takes practice. It's almost time for dinner, so I'm going
to introduce you to your first body tie. Again, it comes from the famous
cartoonist John Willie. It's called the 'G-string tie'. He described it in a
letter to one of his kinky friends."
She passed out handouts describing and illustrating the tie and some variations,
and then cautioned everyone that, "if you use the clove hitch around the wrists,
make sure to use a large diameter rope and watch your bottom for signs of
compromised circulation. It's OK if your bottom's hands get cold and numb as
long as you don't leave them in that condition for too long. As a general rule,
twenty minutes won't cause any harm, but for safety, fifteen minutes is more
realistic. And guess what that means?"
"We get our watches back?" Kaitlyn, always the first to speak, reasoned.
"Correct," Nancy grinned and passed out watches to the six women who had worn
one the night they were kidnapped into the GWU. "Now let's tie each other up.
Same pairs. Use the G-string on your partners."
They quickly learned how securely rope can bind a woman. Just before dinner,
Nancy had them switch off so everyone got to try the tie. Then she announced
that anyone who escaped the tie by the end of dinner hour would get a special
reward. Nancy quickly applied the G-string tie to those who had been temporary
tops, and then sent everyone off to exercise, hurrying them along with her
riding crop.
"How are we supposed to exercise in these?" Kaitlyn complained, lifting her foot
shod in ankle-strap high-heeled sandals.
"Use your imagination," Nancy told her. "OK, everyone. I won't let you untie
each other, so what are your other alternatives?" They discussed them and
decided that they didn't want to try a hard workout in heels so they helped each
other remove the heels. Most exercised in their bare feet but Debbie and Kim
helped each other into athletic shoes secured with Velcro and challenged each
other to a run while in bondage.
Exercising in bondage was interesting but showering afterwards was a riot. Using
bar soap was out of the question but Wendy and Maria discovered that they could
squirt liquid soap and then wash each other by rubbing their bodies together.
Soon, all eight women were withering [shall we leave this in for Celeste?]
against each other while bound with nylon rope. When they playfully squirted
soap on Nancy and splashed her with water, she stripped and joined them,
playfully slapping wet bottoms with her hand. Breasts and elbows stroked through
butt cracks and into a partner's armpits.
Nancy became top to all eight, directing half the women to take one of the small
towels in their teeth to pat the other women somewhat dry and then reverse
roles. She herded the damp, bare footed women to the dining hall, then ordered
the eight slaves to 'eat like bitches' from plates placed on the floor. "Aren't
my little doggies cute?" she asked the seniors. "Such adorable pets."
Cleaning up after dinner consisted of licking each other's faces clean. If they
were careless and bits of food dropped onto a boob, of course, they had to clean
that up too. "Are you getting the idea?" Nancy asked after herding them back to
the dungeon. "I'm not going to ask right now if anybody's getting turned on by
helplessness. It's a bit hard to admit out loud but if it does turn you on, at
least admit it to yourself."
She demonstrated how easily good knots could be 'broken' as she untied all eight
women in less than a minute and began a new lecture on ropes, showing slides of
Japanese bondage. "Aesthetics are important," she told them. "The visual effect
of artfully used rope can create the impression of bondage but leave you
complete freedom. In many cases, that's all you need to turn your man on.
Besides, it can be a lot of fun. Does anybody do macram? Too bad. It's good
practice. Anyway, what do you think might be important in turning on a man?"
"Boobs," Kaitlyn chuckled loudly.
"Exactly," Nancy agreed. "Did you notice that every single tie in the slides
framed the bottom's breasts? Some of the ties squished their breasts and some
made them protrude and some supported them and some just loosely framed them for
visual effect, but whenever you're body-binding a woman, consider the visual
effect on the breasts."
"The next important consideration is balance, especially left and right balance.
Lopsided bondage is ugly and crude, while well-balanced rope work can be
beautiful and you can do beautiful things with nothing more than a few square
knots. Let's switch to some cotton rope, but first, why cotton?"
"You said it holds well and, ah, can be secure even with bad knots," Kaitlyn
remembered.
"And that's true but what else?" When no one came up with any suitable answers,
she told her class, "Well, here are the reasons for using cotton rope. One, it's
cheap. Two, it's readily available even in Giant or Safeway food stores. Three,
it can be dyed to any color to enhance the visual effects. Four, it holds knots
beautifully. Five, it's fairly comfortable. So if you're going to be using a lot
of rope, cotton's a good choice in the United States. Now, remembering the
principles of balance and enhancing beauty, let's get started."
They spent half the afternoon tying, untying, and retying each other with cotton
rope, some of it dyed bright colors or a flat black. Debbie was brave enough to
combine white, black, and red into a beautiful network all over Jennifer's body.
The last formal classes before supper began with another lecture by Nancy.
"Bondage is really all about sensations, your physical, psychological, and
emotional feelings. Sometimes pain, sometimes pleasure, often a mixture while
you're helpless to prevent or even alleviate those feelings. So far, we've
inflicted no pain and very little discomfort. It's now that time. So where are
you most physically sensitive?"
"Nipples" and "clitoris" were universal answers, although Darlene said
"everywhere" and others were sensitive on or around their necks, ear lobes,
fannies, anal orifices, and even feet. Nancy directed them in creating rope work
to stimulate sensitive areas. "One of the easiest and most popular rope for
physical effects is the crotch rope," she told them. "That effect can be
enhanced by knots, twists, and braids. Once again, my personal preference is
cotton because you can smear it with Vaseline to make it smoother and slick, or
you can leave it dry and knotted to increase friction. Start with something
around the waist. It can be a separate rope, a bondage belt of some sort, or
incorporated into a more complicated tie. Then loop the rope between the butt
crack and up the front. It's there that you get to play."
She described and demonstrated a variety of knots to pull between pussy lips to
provide stimulation "and just a bit of pain or discomfort." Then she showed them
various ways to cause the crotch rope to pull and move with other body
movements. "It can be the sweetest torture," she sighed, looking all
dreamy-eyed.
The class ended with psychological stimulation "where you create sensitivity and
stimulation that's contradictory. Do you know what I mean?"
"Oh, yeah," Maria replied before Kaitlyn could open her mouth. "I feel that all
the time, the mix of embarrassment and arousal, of pain and pleasure, of
helplessness and power, of comfort and discomfort."
"Can you give me an example?"
"Sure. Like the clit' knots. For me, it's too rough. It almost hurts every time
it rubs, but it turns me on, too. Especially when you say I have to do it
whether I like it or not. I suffer from Catholic guilt, you know," Maria
grinned.
"I didn't know but I had a strong suspicion," Nancy laughed. "So you're going to
intentionally create those conflicting feelings with our bondage, both physical
and psychological. How strong the stimulation and feelings are depends on
everyone involved but mostly the bottom. You still haven't finished your classes
on negotiation so there's more to learn about setting limits but stretching
them. Just acknowledge that it's what we're all about."
The session ended with an introduction to roping each other to objects but there
was no time to practice. Homework consisted of practicing erotic rope bondage on
each other and then writing about their feeling both while tying up a partner
and while in bondage.
