"I have something special planned for you tonight," B says, holding up my collar as soon as I walk in. I step inside and offer my neck for him to tie it around, my pussy instantly tingling. I'm wearing a floral sundress with nothing underneath, as instructed, but he slips it off as soon as he's done with the collar. "You won't be needing this."

I'm taken upstairs, where three eye rings have been placed at about head height on the game room wall. There are handcuffs and a spreader bar under it. I can see a flogger along with a box of toys nearby. The spreader bar is attached first. He does not speak to me as he's doing it, but I wonder whether he can already smell my arousal. His touch is electrifying but I deeply crave it in places other than my ankles and wrists. I can feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter as he ties my hands to the eye ring above my head. He takes a step back to examine me, I feel like my skin is crawling desperate for touch but he does not reach out, raking me with his eyes instead.

"That's good, now turn around." I comply but whimper needily. I know he knows what I want but ignores me.

He comes painfully close to my ear, where I can feel his beard and breath on my neck. "We'll have a guest tonight, be a good girl." One hand runs up my inner thigh right to my pussy. He barely brushes it, it doesn't take much to find out what he wanted to know. My sex is burning hot even as the rest of my exposed body experiences the cold breeze of the air conditioner--all of which is making my nipples hard.

"Perfect..." he takes a step back. I think he might leave but he comes back with a Hitachi which he expertly ties to my inner thigh so that it just grazes my pussy lips, making it impossible to get off but also impossible to stop being turned on. I moan and squirm, whisper a soft "Please..."

"We can't rush things," he says, "it'll be a long night for you."

And he walks away, I hear his footsteps down the stairs. I'm a little grumpy, but the vibrator won't let me channel that and turn away from my arousal. Instead I writhe in place, unable to get enough friction, wondering what's coming. I feel a drop of my own juices roll down my leg.

The doorbell rings, intensifying my alertness. He answers it and I hear a male voice I don't recognize. Pleasantries are exchanged, a beer is offered and politely declined, and I hear them come up the stairs. Only then do I recognize the voice, it is my coworker. I've had a crush on him for months, we've done a fair bit of flirting at work, and I've shyly divulged some of my fantasies about him to B when I've been at a particularly decision-making-impaired level of arousal. I flush. I do not need my coworker seeing me butt naked tied to a wall. I'm still looking back when they enter upstairs and B and I make eye contact. His face immediately let's me know I've messed up.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you know better than to be naughty right as our guest arrives. Face the wall." I do as I'm told but I can see him grab the flogger out of the corner of my eye.

"Would you like to do the honors?" He offers the flogger to my coworker, E.

"No, thank you." I can tell E isn't comfortable yet. I don't think he fully knew what he was walking into. I feel the flogger strike my back. It is heavy and delicious on my touch-deprived skin. I moan. It strikes closer to my ass the second time. I can't help but let out another moan, even louder. A third strike, gentle but on my exposed pussy makes me jump a little.

"You're enjoying this too much, we'll have to blindfold you instead." He does. They proceed to play pool, largely ignoring me, although I can feel eyes on me the whole time.

"Winner plays with the toy?" B proposes and E accepts. B wins the first round. He comes up and runs his hands through my body. "Are you aroused my little pet?" He asks. "Yes, sir." "Do you like that you're finally going to get some of E's cock like you've been fantasizing about?" I'm mortified by that being revealed in front of my coworker. I whimper but don't respond. He grabs my hair harshly and pulls my head back. "Don't be shy. Tell our guest what you've been wanting to do almost since you met him." I want the earth to swallow me in this moment, but I also know that not responding is not an option. "I've wanted to suck your cock while you drink bourbon," I say as quietly as I can manage. I get a light pat on my ass. "That's good for now, I know you're feeling shy. You'll be revealing a lot more to him by the end of the night. But for now, why don't you go get us drinks."

He unties me, taking off the blindfold and the vibrator. I quickly realize I preferred it the other way. I don't want to make eye contact, although I can't help but look for a brief minute. E is taking in the whole scene while holding his pool cue. He is not entirely comfortable yet, but definitely interested and noticeably aroused. I've seen the outline of his thick cock through his pants at work occasionally and it's always turned me on. This time is no different. I flush and try to look away before he notices, walking quickly toward the stairs. I get them two bourbons on ice and bring them back up. They've started playing a second game by the time I return. I hand each man their drink looking down.

"Get on all fours facing the wall and wait for us. You can grab the vibrator if you want." I do as I'm told but I don't grab the vibrator. I'm embarrassed enough at my coworker seeing this side of me. At work I am assertive and professional, a feminist with a PhD. I have no idea what E must be thinking as he sees me be so submissive, but in this space I can't conceive of acting differently.

"Same stakes?" B asks E, who agrees. This time, B scratches on the 8 ball, losing the game--perhaps not accidentally.

E comes over and bends down next to me. He runs his hand from my neck down my spine, sending shivers through my body. He runs his hands down my sides, grabbing at my hips the way he would if he was pounding me from behind. I moan quietly when he does this, but he does not seem sure of what to do from here.

"Tell him what you want," B orders. I swallow hard and can't believe I'm about to say this. "May I suck your cock?" I ask, looking up at E. He doesn't really reply, but moves to unbutton his pants. I motion him to the sofa, he pulls off his pants and sits as I crawl over. His cock is just as I imagined, if not better. Thick, not too long, slightly veiny with a large mushroom head. Even though I've been fantasizing about serving him, my pussy immediately turns greedy and wishes I could just crawl up his body and impale myself on it.

Since I don't yet know exactly what he likes, I do what pleases me. I lick from the balls all the way up to the tip, and then take him as deeply as I can in my mouth. I've been well trained to allow myself to slobber and gag so that my lips run more smoothly over the shaft each time. I enjoy feeling his cock swell even more, getting rock hard in my mouth so that as I purse my lips over the head and slide down my lips now feel every throbbing vein. When I come up I make it a point to suck and enjoy the satisfying pop or slurp as the head reluctantly and momentarily leaves my mouth.

I'm getting lost in the rhythm of it when I feel B's hands on my hips. He is kneeling behind me and reaches down to rub my pussy. I moan into E's cock. "Good girl," B says, and I'm unsure whether he is approving of my sucking or of how wet I've become, or both. I don't have too much time to think about it as I feel him split me open. Despite how wet I am, that first thrust is intense, his already rock hard cock hitting my cervix with plenty of pent up energy. I stop sucking briefly to make an involuntary noise that is somewhere between a gasp and a moan, but he is having none of it. He pushes my head back down immediately.

"Don't stop sucking," he says as he delivers a second, measured but powerful thrust.