"Oh, What A Tangled Web We Weave" (closed)

[LoriDean12345]

We made our way through the crowded streets of Mellila, I asked Reza with an annoyed tone, "Why must I continue to fuck that pig?"

He looked across the car to me with a sly smirk. "Pig? I was told you had quite a night with our new friend."

"I like sex," I said bluntly. "Doesn't mean I like him. I don't like you, Reza, and yet."

I didn't finish, instead turning my attention to the bazaar we were passing through. "I'd like to do some shopping, please."

"And I'd like to have just one thing go right," he said cryptically.

I asked what he meant, and Reza told me about the failure of the dirty bomb mission. A random traffic stop had resulted in the failure of a multimillion dollar, international terrorism plot. I looked straight ahead at nothing at all, feigning my own disappointment. I murmured, "Fucking cops and their end of month ticket quotas."

I didn't know whether Reza understood my comment about traffic patrols, but he didn't respond to it one way or the other. We drove on for a bit more before I reminded, "You didn't answer my question."

"Because I said so," he responded without hesitation. He'd obviously been expecting me to again seek an answer. He looked to me again. "I want to know what it looks like for you to make love, rather than fuck."

I stared for a moment, my expression hardening as I realized what he was saying. "You want to watch?"

He only stared at me with that continuing smirk.

"You're going to watch the security feed," I said, more hopefully statement than fearful question. Again, no verbal response. My heart was beginning to pound as I realized what he was saying without saying. "You want to watch us. Live!"

"You've done worse," he said.

"You didn't give me much of a choice," I accused. "You wanted it, I did it."

"You enjoyed it," he said softly. When I didn't contradict him, he said, "But, I'm not talking about what you did with me."

I thought I was pretty good at hiding my emotions, but I felt my face going white with panic. I tried to sound confident as I said, "What do you mean?"

"You understand that Falik is infertile, yes?"

I was going into panic mode. I hadn't expected this. Why would have I expected this. If Reza had known I'd fucked Falik, wouldn't he have put a bullet through the man's head then? Why had he been holding this information until now. Even better question was why he was playing those cards now.

"I don't know what you mean, Reza," I said. "Why would I care if Falik--"

"Because it means that there is no way Leah is not my child," he said, still speaking to me as calmly as he might talk to our child about bunnies. "I know you have been hoping in the possibility that she wasn't mine." He looked out the window as he finished, "She is mine. And. She will always be mine."



We returned to the house just before evening prayers. Despite not being a practicing Muslim before meeting Reza, I'd taken to praying at the prescribed times in order to preserve my cover. I'd even done so when away from Reza and other Muslims, simply to maintain the habit. As the only adult female in the house, I prayed alone. When I finished, I made my way to my room to retrieve some things. Then, I made my way to the far end of the huge home to Ed's room where I knew he was being kept.

"Don't speak, and don't rise," I said as soon as he made eye contact with me. I also raised my hand, adding, "If you speak or move without my expressed instructions, I will leave. And you will never see me again. Ever!"

I tossed the items from my room onto the bed, studying his reaction to them. I very easily loosened my traditional garb and let it fall to the floor about my feet. In and instant, I was standing before Ed naked. I let him look me over for a moment, then turned to the items on the bed. There was already a noose at one end of the rope. I slipped it around my left wrist.

I looked up to the bare beams spanning the room below the cathedral ceilings. I very skillfully tossed the rope bundle over one beam, then over the second. Standing halfway between them, I pulled the loose end of the rope tight over the beams. I easily created a loop in the rope with one hand, then slipped that arm's wrist into the loop. Jerking it, I was instantly bound with no way of releasing myself, looking directly into Ed's eyes.

"Stand up, and undress, Ed," I said, my earlier demanding tone showing a bit of hesitance.

I hadn't initially wanted to do this with Ed. But Reza had commanded it. And, ironically, I'd been wondering whether I needed to do this with Ed for my own purposes. In my younger years, I never imagined myself as a submissive, let alone a masochist. And yet, some of my most intense orgasms had been while I was bound and gagged with Reza punishing my pussy, sphincter, mouth, and/or body as a whole.

I needed Ed to beat me! I needed to know that it wasn't Reza who was getting me off. I needed to know that any man who punished me could make me feel the joy and pleasure of sexual pain. If Ed couldn't make me scream in delight, how could I ever deny Reza access to me? How could I ever resign myself to never enjoying sex the way I had with that bastard?

Once Ed was naked and standing before me, I looked to the bed and the things there. I said casually about the double penetration, vibrating dildo, "Only lube the one."

I didn't tell Ed which was the one. I had confidence he would know. I continued about the leather flogger, "Don't stop until I beg you to."

I stood on my tippy toes. Stretching my arms and literally leaving my feet a couple of inches, I rolled my right hand in the ropes and clutched tightly at the one end. The result was that I stretched the ropes to their tightest. My toes barely touched the floor, my weight almost entirely being on the beams that creaked against the unusually placed weight upon them.

I looked to the floor submissively, and corrected, "When I begin begging, lash me harder."

 

[bdt147]

I stood in the yard and watched Leah play a bit longer until Falik told me I should return to my room and wait for Dima. She and Reza had gone into town and would be returning in a couple hours.

The day's events must have caught up to me because I slipped into an uneasy sleep. As I drifted in and out, I thought about Dima and her confession about liking the beatings Reza had given her. It sounded as if this was a routine part of sex for them. I wasn't shocked. I learned a long time ago never to judge anyone when it came to sexual pleasure and what one liked in bed. As long as it was consensual, it was OK in my book.

I had entertained thoughts about spanking Dima for a couple of years. Slapping that ass of hers until it turned bright red and finding her pussy soaked always got my cock hard. Perhaps an opportunity to include more of that beautiful body of hers as targets for my blows would be equally exciting.

Hearing the door open startled me awake. Dima walked in and commanded me not to speak or move. She dumped some items from a bag onto the bed. A double dildo, a leather flogger, a ball gag and a length of rope were among the things now strewn on the bedspread.

Quickly slipping out of her robe,standing before me naked, Dima began issuing more orders. After telling me not to do or say anything without her permission, threatening to leave if I failed to comply, she grabbed the rope. With a precision from prior experience, bound her wrists and strung the rope across two large ceiling beams. She demanded that I undress and stand in front of her.

Standing between the two beams, Dima gave me instructions for the dildo and then motioned with her head to the flogger.

"Don't stop until I beg you to."

Hearing those words come from her mouth made my fully erect cock twitch.. A drop of precum dangled from my opening. Dima gave the rope a tug, making it taut, suspending her between the beams. With her toes barely touching the floor, her look and her tone softened from hard and demanding to one of surrender.

"When I begin begging, lash me harder."

This would not be my first experience with restraining and spanking a woman. My last girlfriend loved to be chained and gagged in bed. I would spank her ass with my hand or a paddle but never ventured to any other body parts. The thought of having carte blanche on this beautiful body in front of me was almost too much.

I went over and snatched the flogger of the bed. Going behind Dima, I started to brush the leather tails across her ass. For the moment, I would obey her order and remain silent. After a few more passes across those firm rounded cheeks, I stepped to her left side and cracked her ass with a hard, swift blow. Dima whimpered and she began to swing back and forth.

Crack. Another blow. Crack. And another. This time harder. Dima moaned uttering something under her breath. The fourth blow was the hardest and streaks of red appeared on her butt cheeks.

Now it was my turn to be in charge. I went to the bed and got the ball gag. Walking back to Dima, I grabbed a handful of hair and forced her head back. I shoved the ball gag into her mouth, her attempts of protest effectively muffled.

"You told me you liked when Reza beat you. Let's see if I can do better."

I stepped directly behind her and put my right foot between her legs. With a quick but forceful push, I used my foot to spread her wide open.

"You look so beautiful now. Open, submissive and wanting."

Stepping back an arm's length away from her, I swung the flogger in an underhand motion, aiming between her legs. The tails of the whip slapped against her pussy. Dima's moans were clearly audible, even through the gag. A second blow, harder than the first made Dima jerk and clutch the ropes that held her. I moved to face Dima and removed the gag from her mouth. I reached between her legs and inserted two fingers into her sopping wet pussy. Pulling my fingers out, I licked her sweet nectar from them.

"Now I'm going to use that dildo, in both of your holes. When I bury it inside you, I'll continue with the flogging, across your thighs and tits. Is that what you want, Dima? Tell me that's what you want!"

 

[LoriDean12345]

Crack.

My entire body tensed at the flogger's lash across my ass. I moaned in pain.

Crack.

Again, every cell in my body twitched. Two voices in my mind quickly began arguing with one another. That hurts! Stop! and Fuck! Oh god! Whip me. I'm getting wet.

Crack!

And I was. Getting wet. Why? It was so wrong to be excited by this.

CRACK!!

A loud, sharp cry slipped from my throat. I stared at the wall before me, willing the tears to remain controlled. I'd never decided whether the tears I shed with Reza had been from the pain, the pleasure, or both. But eventually, at some point, the water works always began.

Movement caught my attention. Ed had retrieved the ball gag. Although I wanted him to use it on me, I turned my head to prevent him from putting it in. I didn't object verbally, though. He grasped a handful of my long, thick hair and jerked my head back. I cried out, and an instant later the gag was in my mouth. I growled my protestations, but he ignored them.

"You told me you liked when Reza beat you. Let's see if I can do better."

Behind the gag, I mumbled Beat me, Ed. Beat me! I knew he wouldn't understand the words. My pronunciation was worse than a patient with a mouth full of drilling dam rubber and clamps.

Ed stepped close and shoved my feet apart. I was now literally hanging entirely from the ropes around my wrists. The pain in my arms increased greatly. But the moment the whip struck the super sensitive flesh of my pussy, I forgot that previous pain.

I screamed against the gag and the tears exploded from my eyes. I felt like a failure. After realizing I liked being punished, I'd done some reading online. I didn't know how much credit to give to anonymous internet posters, but most of those involved in such activity said their submissives rarely cried tears. Did that mean there was something wrong with me? Did it mean that I wasn't a true submissive? Did it mean I was a better one? I just didn't know.

What I did know was that I spoke into the gag, More! Beat me!

"You look so beautiful now. Open, submissive and wanting."

He struck my pussy a second time, making me scream in pain, then yearn for more. My body was trembling with excitement! I could feel the goose bumps rising, fading, and rising again with each blow.

Ed removed the gag. I wanted to beg for more, but I still wasn't entirely comfortable with putting Ed in this situation. It was enough to have begged when he couldn't understand me. I couldn't bring myself to plead when he would undoubtedly know what I wanted. Somehow, I needed there to be an ocean of vagueness and doubt between what I wanted and what Ed did for me. To me.

As I hung there, breathing deeply, my mentor, lover, and master lubed the anal intrusion half of the dildo. He walked around behind me, still asking me to tell him exactly what I wanted. I couldn't decipher from his tone whether he was simply wanting me to beg for it or ensuring that I did, in fact, want this to happen.

"Show me, Ed," I finally said in a hushed voice.

I hadn't planned on explaining why I needed this from him. But I suddenly found it necessary for him to understand that I needed proof that it was the pain, not Reza, that I wanted. There was, of course, another reason I hadn't explained it aloud. I looked up and a bit to my right. Behind the bureau mirror on the wall, I knew that Reza was sitting just a few feet back, watching ever whip snap and intrusion of my body. I didn't want Ed to know we were being watched live. That was just too wrong.

Instead of explain about Reza, I clarified, "Show me, Ed. Show me that you can make me feel good. Show me."

A moment later, I felt the dildo's dual heads at my holes. Ed played them against me a moment, preparing me. I could tell that he was ready to do as I wanted yet didn't want to hurt me. Reza would have simply rammed them inside me, listening in his own sadistic joy as I screamed in unwanted pain.

I felt the pressure grow, and almost simultaneously, the two halves penetrated me. Ed continued gently, until finally both cocks were buried deep inside me. I moaned, grunted, and cried at various points as the shafts sank. When I felt the arch of the dildo pressing against the flesh between my two holes, I demanded, "Full."

A moment later the dildo's vibration caused me to cry out in surprise. I cried out, "Oh Fuuuuck!"


Reza had never used the vibration function on me. He thought it too pleasing for me. Now, I was filled with a delight that I'd simply never known before. And although it could have easily driven me to orgasm, I cried out, "Whip me, Ed! Whip me!"

I needed the punishment aspect to reassure myself. As the pleasure in my groin and insides began to drive me crazy, I screamed, "Please! Whip me, Ed."

 

[bdt147]

Standing in front of Dima, holding the dildo, I wait for Dima's answer. Tears are running down her face and I'm concerned that I'm hurting her. Her body is telling me something different. The way her pussy yielded to my fingers told me she was deriving pleasure from the beatings. All I wanted to do was make Dima cum. If inflicting pain was something she wanted, something that enhanced her orgasms, I would do it.

"Show me, Ed. Show me that you can make me feel good. Show me."

Her answer provided some insight into her mindset. She admitted to liking Reza's beatings. A man she truly hated beat her and she was getting off on it. Maybe she wanted me to prove that it was the pleasure acquired from the pain was what she truly desired. And if someone who loved her and understood those desires was parceling out the pain, it would begin to make sense to her.

I moved directly in front of her and guided the thicker hard rubber cock into her sopping wet pussy. Her pussy stretched and easily accommodated its girth. I maneuvered the well lubricated thinner cock into her tight puckered opening. It slowly gave way as I gently pushed it forward. I took my time allowing both of Dima's openings to adjust to the invasion of hard rubber.

"Full"

Dima announced both ends were fully immersed. When I switched the vibrator on Dima began to implore me.

"Whip me, Ed! Whip me. Please! Whip me , Ed"

I felt that the combination of the double penetration and the continued floggings would bring Dima to, what I hoped, would be a series earth shattering orgasms. I reached down and picked the flogger off the floor where I had dropped it and resumed lashing her beautiful ass. With every crack, she screamed out in pleasure as her pelvic area undulated in orgasmic spasms. Red marks reappeared as I lashed her muscular cheeks.

Moving directly in front of her, I noticed how big her nipples were. They looked like two large erasers perched atop her areolas. I began to roll each one between my thumb and forefinger. They expanded and grew harder. Stepping back I began to drag the tails of the flogger in a back and forth motion across her breasts, making sure the flat leather lingered on each nipple. Dima whimpered softly with each stroke. She appeared in an almost trace like state, hypnotized by pure sexual pleasure.

I turned the flogger's attention to her inner thighs, sending the leather tails across each of them. Dima's legs flailed in the air with each lash, her hips grinding down on the vibrating cock inside of her.

Prior to this, the thought of inflicting any pain on Dima would have been unthinkable. But now, seeing the pleasure it was bringing, made my cock grow harder. I could feel a huge load of cum building in my balls, begging for release.
Knowing I wouldn't be able to last much longer, I gave her ass three more hard cracks. I threw the flogger on the floor and slowly removed the dildo from each orifice.

I reached around her waist and supported her weight while I freed each wrist. Dima wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck as I carried her back to the bed. Placing her gently on her back. I straddled her, my knees on the outside of her reddened breasts. I slowly began to stroke my cock as I looked into her eyes.

"Tell me I made you feel good, Dima. Please tell me I did. All I wanted was for that to happen. Tell me I did make you feel good. Tell me so I can shoot my cum all over your beautiful body. Please Dima Please!"

 

[LoriDean12345]

"Tell me I made you feel good, Dima."

I would have. If I could speak. I was so high I'd barely been able to clutch Ed's body when he took me down. My body was still trembling in the afterglow of the multiple orgasms. The beatings from Reza had been very satisfying most often than not. But what Ed had done to me was simply unprecedented.

When Ed began beating his cock over my body, I forced a hand down between our bodies to my worn out pussy. I literally scooped my fingers through my pussy, wetting them liberally. I reached back up to my chest. I rubbed my cleavage with my natural lubrication, then whispered, "Spit."

I saw Ed's expression. He either didn't understand or couldn't believe it. I drew a deep breath, lifted my head, and spit into the space between my large tits. I laid my head back again, looking up to Ed. "Spit. Fuck my tits."

Ed got the picture. I reached up to press my D-cups together, and soon enough my mentor, lover, and new master was rapidly stroking his rock hard cock in and out of the pussy I was creating with my tits. The look of pleasure on his face was almost as joyous to me as what he'd done to my body.

When he was close, I pushed Ed back from my chest and grasped his cock. I jerked it hard and fast until it spurted loads of thick, white cum all over my chest and belly. I didn't realize until he was almost done that one shot (likely the first) had struck me on the chin. Looking up into his eyes with a devilish expression, I reached my tongue out and licked his discharge off my face, swallowing it.

I reached up and took hold of Ed. I pulled him down to my chest. I giggled at the feel and sound of his load squishing between our bare bodies. I wrapped my arms around him, begging, "Don't let me go."

As I turned my head away wanting only to fall asleep in Ed's arms, I took one last look at the bureau mirror. I knew that Reza was sitting back there, watching. I wonder how he was feeling, knowing that someone else could make me feel this way.

 

[bdt147]

"Spit. Fuck my tits."

Dima pushed those two lovely globes together surrounding my cock with soft tender breast flesh . My spit, precum and the pussy juices she brought up from the swamp between her legs provided a well lubricated path for my cock to slide up and down. It was almost as tight as her pussy. I closed my eyes and pumped faster and faster. Dima recognized my "tell" for cumming. As soon as she felt my whole body stiffen, she pushed me back and grabbed my cock. After one or two strokes, it exploded, splashing the first few drops on her chin and then delivering two long ropes of warm thick jizz on her chest and stomach.

Using her tongue, she greedily lapped up and swallowed those pearly white drops. Two streams of cum lay on her belly like icing on a pastry. Dima wrapped her arms around me and pulled me to her. I held her tight, hoping she felt a sense of satisfaction and safety in my embrace. Her breathing started to slow and soon she was sound asleep.

As I lay in bed with Dima's head on my chest, I began to think about what had just happened. I realized I enjoyed punishing Dima. It wasn't the idea of hurting her that got me so aroused but rather knowing that the pain I was inflicting made her orgasms so intense. Hearing her pleading for me to whip her harder, watching her hips grind away at the dildo buried to the hilt inside her pussy and ass, told me she was in a place of intense pleasure. With every blow to her ass, pussy, thighs and tits, my cock got harder and ached to be relieved of the huge load of cum welling up in my balls. I didn't understand it and it really didn't matter. All that did matter was the pure intense gratification we both got out of it.

Then I thought about the double penetrating dildo. Both of Dima's love holes readily accepted the two hard rubber cocks. Her pelvic thrusts indicated that she wanted both of the intruders deeper inside her. I started to think if Dima would like two real cocks inside of her at the same time. Maybe she would enjoy two cocks, two mouths and two sets of hands roaming all over that hot body of hers.

I swore to myself I wasn't going to over analyze any this for both Dima's and my sake. I had just experienced the best sex in my entire life with a beautiful woman that I loved and cared about. My brother the psychiatrist would have a field day with me about this. I'm sure he'd find some kind of complex named after a character in a Greek tragedy to diagnose me with. But for right now, I'm just going to bask in the pure ecstasy that being with Dima has given me because we both might be dead in a couple of days.