Somehow, in college, it got out that I was pretty kinky. This didn't bother me too much. Since it was absolutely true. But once that cat was out of the bag it made me a bit of a target.

A great example is one memorable night I had with Sarah, Jim, and Ethan. Sarah and Jim were a couple, and causal friends of mine who had invited me back to their place after things at the bar wound down. Ethan was their roommate, who I'd seen around a few times, but never really hung out with.

We were all having drinks around their kitchen table and generally laughing and having a good time. But Sarah kept trying to turn the conversation sexual. And not just college girl horny sexual, but really putting me on the spot with the kinkster questions. It took me longer than should have to realize she was trying to set me up with Ethan, who must have confessed some dominant leanings to her. Though from his reaction it didn't seem like he'd been involved with planning this sting operation.

Things came to a head when Jim, who'd crossed well over into useless drunk territory, yelled across the table at me some variation of, "If you're a real sub, show us your tits!"

I could tell by Sarah's reaction that her little pan had gone well out of control by this point. But mostly I saw an opportunity to get back at her for putting me in this awkward position in the first place. Plus, I was horny. And Jim and Ethan were both cute, despite how drunk Jim was right now.

So I just shrugged like it was no big deal, "I'll submit to all three of you right now. But Sarah has to be OK with it."

I enjoyed Sarah's visible discomfort. But when she got over it, her counterattack caught me by surprise. "Fine," she said. "But everyone's clothes stay completely on."

There was some some whooping from the guys and a few rapid, heated, exchanges between Sarah and Jim. I didn't really catch what they were saying, and it probably only would have made sense if I was as drunk as Jim anyway, but in the end, it was surprisingly Sarah who really started the festivities.

"I want to spank you," she declared.

Laying over Sarah's lap, knowing she was swatting me as hard as she could because she was genuinely annoyed with me, and knowing Jim and Ethan were watching the whole thing had tumbling into my sub persona in no time. Sarah wasn't much of a powerhouse, and my jeans were doing a good job as a cushion. But when she remembered her original plan and suggested I lie over Ethan's lap instead, things were very different.

I still don't know if Ethan had any prior experience as a dom. But I'll always appreciate the way he started soft and worked me up to some impressive thwacks. Soon he had me kicking and squeaking over his knee as Jim laughed and mimicked the noises I was making. Once Sarah joined him, giggling and mocking me too, I knew I was in trouble.

"What else can we do with her?" Sarah asked eagerly.

Jim had a lot of suggestions. Most of which ignored the clothes-stay-on rule or, were straight up impossible. But Ethan had some more grounded ideas.

He had me sit on Sarah's lap, facing away from her, and encouraged his blond friend to grope me under my shirt. There was a heated debate between the three of them if this was a violation of the rules, but in the end they all agreed that it very clearly wasn't. They were really getting into the spirit of their collective role because I wasn't consulted once.

Soon Sarah's hands were sneaking their way up my sides. I didn't stop her even as she pushed beneath my underwire.

"This is weird," said Sarah. And then not two seconds later, "I'm gonna pinch her nipples."

Everyone laughed at this. Myself included. Though I was cut short by what would be better described as a ttity-twister than anything sexual. She calmed down after that though, and I was soon having a great time making eyes at Ethan and Jim as Sarah played with my tits.

Ethan tried to get his hand down the front of my pants, but they were too tight. Even with me not so subtly shifting my hips to help him. If he'd asked, I would have let him take my belt off, which seemed to be the main problem, but he didn't. Jim suggested that Sarah's much smaller hands might fit though.

Sarah was having lots of fun making me hiss and arch my back every time she pinched my nipples, but took some major convincing to take the next step. In the end though, I sucked in my stomach as Sarah's hand inched its way over my mons.

"Is she waxed?" Jim wanted to know.

"Shaved I think." Sarah told him, apparently unperturbed by her boyfriend's interest in my anatomy. "And, oh my god. She's so wet!"

Every time they talked like I wasn't even there I just got wetter. And feeling Sarah's slender fingers probing curiously at my pussy, just exploring for the sake of exploring without any real sexual goal, just left me feeling further objectified and horny.

"Want to feel something cool Sarah?" Ethan asked.

When Sarah indicated that she did indeed want to "Feel something cool," Ethan instructed her to put her fingers inside of me. This lead to another back and forth in which Sarah expressed that she probably wouldn't find that as cool as Ethan and Jim did, but Ethan was insistent that he had a plan and even convinced her that she'd need two fingers in me to, "Feel it."

It was a challenge on both Sarah and my part to get her fingers inside of me. Sarah kept complaining I was fighting her. But I certainly was not.

"Okay, I'm in," Sarah told the boys.

"Yeah, we could tell," they laughed. I guess I'd make a bit of a noise at the moment of penetration.

Sarah wanted to know what the cool thing she was supposed to feel was. But Ethan made her wait and crouched down in front of me.

"What's your safeword Amy?" he asked.

I told him the name of one of the beers on the table and he immediately stuck two meaty fingers in my mouth.

I sucked Ethan's fingers, giving him that wide eyed stare I know men love, but he kept pushing them further and further back toward my throat. He was pushing down on my tongue too. Eventually, with my head leaning back on Sarah's shoulder I ran out of room to run away from his fingers and they pushed back further than I was used to. I tried to press them out with my tongue but he fought me for just a second and I started to gag. Then he pulled them out as I coughed and sputtered.

"Woah!" Sarah said.

"That's cool, right?" Ethan enthused.

"What? What's cool?" Jim asked.

"She squeezes really tight when she gags." Sarah explained. Then she addressed me directly, with a compliment, "You've got great kegels girl!" A peace offering if there ever was one. But that didn't stop her from then encouraging Ethan to, "Do it again!"

Looking back, with all the drinking I'd been doing, it's a miracle I didn't spew all over myself, or Ethan or Sarah, or even projectile all the way to Jim. But somehow I kept it down.

"We should make her cum. Give her a reward." Suggested Ethan. After the novelty of the throat endued kegels had worn off and I was sure my makeup was rocking the classic pornstar tear streaks.

Some more strategy talk later and Sarah was scampering off to her and Jim's room while the boys cleared some space on the table. Then, as though I couldn't more easily do it myself, they picked me up, one by the arms and one by the legs, and laid me down.

Immediately Ethan noticed that with my legs stretched out straight like this there was more room to get into my pants.

"I guess we don't need this then," Sarah drawled when she came back to find me clutching tight to Ethan's arm which was shoved down the front of my pants. Sarah was holding a little black bullet vibrator.

"No. No. Give me that." Ethan said. Replacing his hand with the vibe.

Then, he told me to turn over.

I didn't realize what was coming until I felt Ethan's hand at the crack of my ass. I couldn't see Sarah's reaction, and if she said anything it didn't register over the noise of Jim's cheering. But I bet Sarah was shocked as Ethan wormed his hand down the back of my pants. I know I was.

Everyone got over it quick though. The bullet vibrator buzzing loudly against the table and my clit certainly helped me. And soon three faces were watching me intently as I slowly, but surely, buzzed my way to orgasm.

"Are you really fingering her ass?" Sarah wanted to know.

"Naw, no lube," Ethan confessed. He was just kind of pressing down on my asshole and pushing it in a circle. It felt nice in isolation. But absolutely humiliating in context.

"Get some from her pussy," Jim suggested. But Sarah and Ethan both agreed that would be taking it too far. I wasn't sure which side of the debate I was on. But, nobody was asking me anyway.

"Hey, eyes open," Ethan scolded me as I felt orgasm barreling down towards me.

But the words that finally sent me over the edge were Sarah's. "Wow. She's really getting off on this."

It was a weird experience having two boys cheer me through my orgasm. I got the sense they especially enjoyed me bucking hips clacking the vibrator against the table. But mostly I remember Sarah watching me with quiet fascination.

It seemed like everyone got a dose of post orgasm clarity after that. And I used the opportunity to escape out into the night. I was pretty sure I knew what would happen if I stayed. And, again, I'm no homewrecker.

But on my walk back to campus I got to worrying those three might take my hasty goodbye as a sign of regret. Which it certainly wasn't. So the next day I hunted down a mutual friend, got all three of their numbers, and started a group text.