‘Do I have a choice?’ she asked carefully.
‘No, not really.’ He chuckled again. Let’s call it a pre-delivery quality control test.’ He took a dildo from the rack and placed it in the metal cup. ‘It fits in here, we twist the ring, just so, and it locks tight. It pivots to suit the angle of the pussy. You do that once you’re mounted.’ He smiled at her and pushed the drawer closed.
‘You must be naked to get the full effect,’ Elsa added, so Ruth pulled her shift off obediently, and without its minimal covering she felt very vulnerable again, and a thrill of trepidation shot through her.
She swung herself up on the horse and stood astride it, her feet on the stirrup bars. Around the socket the sheepskin had been reinforced by leather and extended to form a contoured seat. More leather patches formed kneepads, and she looked down at the pink dildo aimed at her cleft with a mixture of apprehension and hunger.
Gripping the handlebar with one hand, she altered the dildo’s angle. The movement was smooth and firm. Satisfied with its position, she lowered herself gingerly onto the plastic shaft. She was already naturally lubricated and the rounded tip slid into her easily. The latex organ was wide in girth and filled her nicely as she pushed down on it, stretching her tender sheath wide, yet the discomfort was perversely pleasant. Being so full was wonderful, but she was so extended she was afraid she would hurt herself when she began moving.
The artificial stiffness was an unaccustomed presence inside her, and she did not feel quite ready. But then she tentatively squeezed her vagina around it, and instantly her clitoris throbbed and she pulled back to increase the pressure against it.
Elsa reached for some twine from the workbench, and deftly tied Ruth’s wrists to the handles. Another length of twine was fastened around her ankles, and now she was well and truly trussed to the horse.
Excited by the restraints she lifted herself, and the perpetually rigid penis sliding out of her induced tremors of delight inside her. Her clit pulsed and popped from its hood as she pushed down again, eager to feel the thickness filling her again. Her need grew urgent as she moved rhythmically, riding the full extent of the great hard shaft.
The presence of an audience spurred her on at first, yet it was soon forgotten as her concentration turned inwards and she rode frantically to her conclusion. The delicious tightness grew in her tummy, and she was moaning and gasping as she forced herself swiftly towards fulfilment.
Her climax came as a divine blessing. She tilted forward, pulling the dildo out so its tip was against her clit, and rubbed and rubbed against it to prolong the joy. It was some time before she was fully replete and ready to dismount.
‘Did you enjoy that?’ Elsa sounded amused as she untied her.
Ruth inhaled deeply and sat up straight. ‘It was wonderful!’ she beamed.
They resumed the tour of the house and grounds, including a walk around the paddocks.
‘One day we intend to hold an erotic Olympics here,’ Elsa informed her. ‘There are lots of couples who share our penchants. In fact, we are taking you to visit one such couple this very afternoon.’
Back at the house Ruth was stripped again, and for the following hour was left alone in her bedroom. Being denied the framework of control she was growing accustomed to, she felt strangely lost and cast around for something to focus her attention on.
Investigation of the wardrobe revealed four dresses on hangers. One by one she held them against her body, longing for a mirror. A bedside cabinet disclosed a small collection of books. She selected one containing photographs, and reclined on the bed to browse through it. Every picture was erotic, and she pored over them avidly. One particular photograph, of a girl trussed in leather straps, seriously stirred her imagination.
She set the book aside restlessly and closed her eyes, sighing deeply. She had yearned to be here, now it was real and most of her reservations had dissolved. So far her experiences had exceeded her wildest fantasies, and there was much more to come. Like an explorer she had reached successive pinnacles only to discover new conquests awaiting her.
‘Lunchtime,’ Elsa announced, entering the room carrying a broad leather belt, which she buckled very tightly around Ruth’s slender waist. It emphasised the fullness of her hips and bosom, and cuffs dangling from short chains were strapped around her wrists. With her arm movement limited to a few inches, Ruth felt provocatively trussed and her libido instantly notched itself up. Identifying with the girl in the photograph, and proudly self-conscious, she followed Elsa down to the kitchen.
A cold luncheon buffet had been laid out. ‘You are to serve us this time, Ruth,’ Elsa told her. ‘Try to memorise the layout of the various dishes.’
She was allowed to practice picking up plates, which she could only do by bending stiffly at the waist with her bottom thrust out, and then Morgan slipped a blindfold over her eyes. ‘Listen closely, and bring the food we ask for,’ he said.
Ruth nodded. Although testing, the task seemed straightforward enough, and she heard the sound of chairs being occupied.
‘I’ll start with an egg mayonnaise,’ Elsa declared.
Ruth rapidly scanned her memory and bent in the direction she thought was correct. As her fingers spread out to feel for the food she felt another finger probing for her anus. She straightened up with a startled cry, shying away from the intrusion.
‘Silly girl,’ came Morgan’s voice from close by. ‘Now you’ve lost your point of reference. Really, little pet, you must cultivate more self-discipline.’
‘I’m sorry,’ she murmured, ‘it won’t happen again.’ She was at a loss to explain why apologising should turn her on as much as it did. Admitting her own failure was like receiving the most intimate of caresses.
‘Where is my egg mayonnaise?’ came Elsa’s impatient voice.
‘Coming...’ She resumed her search for the food, full of expectation, but Morgan did not touch her again. Slightly disappointed, she carried the dish across to the table slowly, and her thigh bumped into it.
‘Clumsy,’ Elsa chided her. ‘I’m over here.’
Ruth edged around until she could feel her friend’s warmth, and put the dish down where she imagined the place setting to be. Her fingers clattered against the cutlery as she leaned forward, and at that crucial moment a finger insinuated itself into her anus. ‘Oh!’ she cried in surprise, and her lack of attention was rewarded by a vicious pinch to one of her nipples.
Morgan asked for some pâté, and slipped his finger out of her bottom so she could go fetch it.
Moving gingerly across the room, Ruth was very conscious of the lingering sensation in her bottom, and as she returned and bent to serve Morgan she felt another intrusion. Learning from the previous experience she pushed against it, receiving the insistent presence of the butt-plug again. She accepted it steadily, feeling the delightful give as its widest section passed inside the ring of firm muscle resisting it. She gripped it tightly, loving the sensation of being filled and having the flange pressing against her rosebud.
‘Let’s see how long you can retain it,’ Morgan said.
The lunch proceeded with Ruth shuffling awkwardly across the kitchen and groping around the table. Every dish she delivered was accompanied by some intimate attention, and her enjoyment was enhanced by not knowing where they would touch her next. By the time she was released and given her own meal, she was simmering with lust.
As at breakfast she ate squatting on the low bench. Her nipples throbbed, her exposed pussy was begging for attention, and the black plug peeped lewdly from her bottom. She felt gloriously wanton.
In the late afternoon Elsa spent a very happy hour tending to Ruth’s hair and make-up before dressing her. The dress she produced was pale yellow with long, close-fitting sleeves. It was made from a nearly transparent material printed with a shadowy motif designed to resemble lace, which afforded her only a slight measure of m
odesty. Apart from matching high heels, Ruth wore nothing else, which did not greatly concern her. She was discovering that being exposed was a potent turn on. The dress was extremely short, and she hoped the proposed journey would not include many stairs. Being exposed in public was one thing, but being exposed in public and flaunting a butt-plug was quite another.
They travelled in Morgan’s jeep, and when they drew to a halt Ruth shrugged off her anxiety. The town was busy and hot, and her minimal dress would pass relatively unnoticed amongst the scantily clad crowds.
A light breeze wafted the skirt around her thighs, stirring up her excitement, an effect accelerated when Elsa adjusted the dress. Its sleeves had concealed hooks, which met with loops sewn into the hem, and when they were brought together her arms were effectively pinioned at her sides. There seemed no purpose for this restraint beyond Elsa’s whim, but as before, being bound exerted a profound effect on Ruth. Chords long dormant deep in her subconscious began resonating, and liberating a wild urge to venture into uncharted territory, to throw aside inhibition and seek out all kinds of forbidden pleasures.
She was made to walk ahead of Elsa and Morgan, and stepping confidently through the crowds, she imagined her swaying buttocks were deliciously obvious beneath the taut and transparent fabric. She was attracting lots of attention from passers-by, and she wondered whether the butt-plug might also be visible. Its presence in her bottom was uncomfortable yet perversely agreeable. The combination of restraint and exhibitionism with stimulation and embarrassment fuelled her sexual response at a fantastic rate. If she was ordered to publicly masturbate, she would hesitate before doing it, but she would do it.
Beyond the town centre they passed through the gates of a formal park and walked between immaculate lawns and lush flowerbeds. People were stretched out in the sun, and heads turned to gaze up at the skimpily clad girl strolling by.
They emerged from the park beside a road. On the opposite side of the street another pair of gates guarded a footpath winding into mature woodland. They entered its cool privacy and away from the public gaze, and Ruth’s anticipation began projecting itself onto the coming encounter.
They turned off the main path through a rustic gate, and after a few yards entered a clearing in which stood a house built in a style common in the late nineteenth century when landed gentry became besotted with all things Swiss. It sat, quaintly charming, beside a matching coach house on the bank of a small lake.
Their arrival was greeted by a couple stepping off the front porch, and Ruth was shepherded forward. The man before her was tall and distinguished, greying at the temples but still possessed of a fine athletic body that projected authority. The woman was well endowed and her alert brown eyes shimmered attractively. Her dark hair was long and held back by a colourful band that matched her caftan. She looked beautifully mature.
‘Oh, Elsa, she’s beautiful,’ their hostess declared.
‘She certainly exceeds your description,’ a man concurred, his tone clipped but polite.
Elsa released the sleeve hooks. ‘Ruth, please meet Nick and Judy,’ she prompted.
‘Hello,’ she said, not really knowing what to say. ‘It’s a pleasure... um, I was at college with Elsa.’
Judy stepped forward, and kissed her on the cheek. ‘Delighted to meet you, Ruth. We hope you will enjoy your stay.’
Before Ruth could reply, Elsa whispered, ‘Undress.’
Ruth instantly slipped into her submissive role and grasped the hem of her dress.
‘She responds very quickly,’ Judy observed as Ruth handed over the dress. ‘Keep the shoes on, please,’ she added, checking Ruth’s next action. ‘I think a naked girl looks so nice in high heels.’ She subjected her to an intense visual examination, followed by a tactile assessment. She placed her hands firmly on Ruth’s shoulders and slid her soft palms down her arms to take her hands. ‘You are quite beautiful, Ruth,’ she concluded. ‘And you’re also highly aroused. You need to come, don’t you?’
‘Oh yes...’ She glanced at Elsa. ‘Sorry, am I allowed to say that?’
He friend shrugged. ‘Why not? But whether you will be allowed to come is another story.’
‘She’s encountered your horse?’ Judy asked.
‘Yes, this morning.’
‘Go with Nick, Ruth, and help him carry our horse onto the lawn.’
Ruth followed obediently as Nick led the way to the coach house. He opened a wicket door and she stepped into the spacious building. It had been cleared and the walls painted white. A number of large articles were scattered about, and a plain carpet covered the entire floor. The horse was heavy but had handholds cut into the underside. Walking backwards, Nick took the head, leaving her to support the rear.
‘You have quite remarkable breasts,’ he observed.
‘I’m glad they please you, sir,’ she said meekly, blushing at the overt compliment.
‘They do indeed please me. Will you allow me to feed off them?’
She blushed even more. ‘Certainly, sir, I’ll look forward to it.’ It was a bizarre conversation, but Nick had an air of authority about him that induced her to respond respectfully. She was certain sex with him would be an experience to remember, and the prospect was making her exposed pussy hot and wet.
The lawn was behind the house and partly shaded by the surrounding trees. Beneath two large umbrellas were four chairs and a table laid out with drinks and snacks. Nick set the horse down close by.
Judy studied Ruth, who was perspiring from her efforts. ‘You know, there is something decidedly sexy about a girl when she has been exerting herself. You look quite delicious, Ruth. Now select the dildo that suits you best and mount up. I want you to enjoy yourself. After all, your pleasure is our pleasure.’
‘She likes to be restrained,’ Elsa pointed out. ‘So we brought these along just in case.’ She produced some leather straps.
Ruth’s heart skipped in her breast and she turned obediently to select a dildo from the rack. Judy owned a black latex shaft, wickedly curved like a thick scimitar with a ribbed surface. She fixed it into the holder, closed the drawer, and mounted the horse. After a quick adjustment of the angle she lowered herself over the inhuman phallus, but her aim was faulty so she lifted herself up and tried again. She gasped with amazement as the thickness opened her up; it felt incredibly good. She wriggled around to ensure the best fit while her wrists and ankles were strapped down.
Judy smiled and reached up to pat one of Ruth’s perky breasts. ‘Have a lovely time,’ she said.
Ruth concentrated on the satisfying feel of the great dildo filling her. She sat motionless for a moment, savouring it, squeezing it tentatively. If she moved one way the massive penis pressed against the butt-plug, and if she moved another way the fullness was almost too much for her. She glanced across at her audience. Elsa was reclining in a chair, and Nick had pulled down her dress to fondle her voluptuous breasts. Judy and Morgan were seated side-by-side on a lounge chair, and she was casually handling his very stiff cock. Ruth experienced a pang of jealousy. She felt a proprietary claim on Morgan, and viewed him with intense affection now. Then Judy caught her eye and smiled and her jealousy evaporated.
It was peaceful in the clearing. The sun shone, the air was soft and the water in the lake sparkled – all this and a full pussy, too. She was in paradise.
After Ruth had ridden to a swift orgasm, her cries filling the clearing as she came on the wooden horse and the curved black latex shaft, Judy announced, ‘I think a swim would do us all good.’ She pulled off her caftan and Elsa followed suit, discarding her own clothes.
Ruth, her bonds released and feeling she was included in this invitation, lifted herself off the horse and followed the two couples into the cool and limpid lake. After her exertion, the swim was a luxury. The cold water was fresh, cleansing and invigorating.
A few minutes later she was lying on th
e grass, her eyes closed, soaking up the sun and listening to the laughter of the others still playing in the lake. This place was idyllic. There were no hang-ups. Here nudity was accepted without question, sex was as natural as holding hands, and all desires were freely expressed and indulged. She was so glad she had accepted Elsa’s invitation.
Chapter 5
Judy spread herself down on the ground beside Ruth, spraying her with cool water droplets that felt wonderful against her warm skin. ‘Are you enjoying yourself?’ she asked.
‘I am, it’s wonderful,’ Ruth beamed in response. ‘This is the best time I’ve had in years. Elsa and I had some great times together in college, and I’d forgotten how good they were, but they were never as good as this.’
‘It can be even better,’ Judy promised.
‘I find that hard to believe.’
‘The things you’ve done with Elsa and Morgan, and now with us, do they turn you on?’
‘Oh yes,’ Ruth admitted openly. ‘I’d never have guessed how sexy these things could make me feel. When Morgan first fitted me with cuffs, I almost climaxed.’
‘That’s because you’re a natural submissive, Ruth,’ the woman told her seriously. ‘You have a rare gift, and you should explore it. You’ll discover a profoundly deep satisfaction in surrendering to your natural desire to please and to serve. Look, there’s a group of us who share your inclinations. We throw parties occasionally, informal affairs. Nick and I are holding one next Saturday night. Elsa and Morgan are coming. Why not join us?’
‘What would I have to do?’ Ruth asked cautiously.
‘Whatever you like. You don’t have to take part if you don’t want to – just come and watch.’
‘She’s truly an anal virgin?’ Nick asked Morgan as the two men emerged from the lake.
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