Your hands move across my skin, the knots in my flesh bind tighter with each stroke of your roaming fingers. Touching me. Feeling me. How far have I fallen into this abyss, this wonderland of ecstasy; the barriers I once feared now shattered as both of you place your hands on my body, familiar fingers reaching between my legs, palms sliding over my breasts, stopping so briefly to whisper over my swollen nipples, tweaking my desire with a turn of my rings. I want to collapse into this beautiful deep blue sea and swim in the beauty of these feelings. If my life were to end in this instant I would only know the joy of having been loved by both of you, and my heart would be content and my soul would be at peace.

The intensity of these feelings, these sensations of bliss, what this means, all of this eludes any definition my mind can conjure – my fear of the arrival of this moment, fear of the first touch, fear of the first time of being touched by both of you in one perfect instant has been washed away. It’s happening now; this door has swung open and there is no going back, no changing this. In my mind I know that this is the beginning of something else and that I have changed. I no longer fear the unknown… I want to know where this long dark road leads me. I need to know…

You both lead me up the stairs. I feel your fingers wrapped around my arms, holding me tight as I lift my sore legs with each rising stair. You’re both holding me, almost carrying me up the steps into my bedroom. The scent of sandalwood incense fills my senses; I listen now, my eyes still covered with the inky black blindfold, yet I am somehow more aware of everything around me – every scent, every touch, every sound, every whisper between the two of you. These chains which bind my wrists together are tight, but I find that there is such comfort in being bound – it’s almost inexplicable how safe I feel in these cold steel handcuffs, these bonds which now represent my surrender… they represent everything I am, everything I have become. This bondage is more than just surrendering my flesh to you, but my mind as well. I have no desire to resist, no urge to escape – I embrace these restraints you have placed me in, and I am now defined by this craving and need for such things; this desire to give myself fully and turn my very being over to the both of you. My transformation is complete. I submit.

*

The room is lit only by candlelight. You’ve slipped the blindfold off me as you turned the key and freed one of my wrists and then attached the cuff to your own wrist as if to prevent me from escaping. My eyes blink rapidly as they try to adjust to the light. I can only see you Lisa, I don’t know where he is, but I know he’s here. I heard you whispering to him as you were both leading me up the stairs, but he isn’t here, I can’t see him anywhere. I don’t know if I’m hallucinating but I feel as though my mind has gone someplace else – a calm has spread over me but the fear gnaws in the back of my consciousness because I know there are still many more barriers left to break.

Somehow I know that I am ready, but I’m still afraid, I’m still clinging to the fear of how it will feel when you assault every sense my body is capable of receiving. I am aware of my heart pounding in my chest, the sweat beading up under my arms and between my breasts. I am aware of my tender nipples and my sweltering pussy, my thin cotton underwear has long since soaked through and is damp with my honey sweet desire. My cunt aches to be filled, my body wants to come so badly, every pore of my skin wants to be touched and licked and massaged. I want to be fucked. I want to be opened. I want to be whole. I want to be taken. I want to be forced open and forced to obey each of you. I need your words, I need your commands, I need your strength.

*

I feel him next to me. Soft kisses on my shoulders and familiar hands sliding down my back and over my ass. My legs part for you yet you didn’t ask me to – I know you want to put your fingers inside me and I gladly, gratefully open myself for you. My moans are so loud, coming from someplace I’ve just discovered inside myself, a sound I’ve never made before, though it doesn’t surprise me that I’m crying and the tears flow from my eyes as your fingers part my labia and circle my clit before sliding deep inside me. Your touch, your attention, your desire for me completes my existence and gives me purpose. Lisa is next to me, and I suddenly become aware that she’s holding my falling body up as your fingers massage my pussy – somehow making me wetter than I already am. The candlelight flickers off the silver key in her hand as she unlocks the steel bracelet from her wrist. My arms are now free for the moment and my remaining clothes are removed from my body; my bra slips away, my underwear is slid down my legs around my ankles and off my body, my plaid skirt pushed down past my hips falling to the floor – naked – my hands reach for my bare pussy, my finger sliding over my clit, parting my lips and sinking into my cunt. So wet, so very wet…

Out of the corner of my eye I notice the wooden chair placed near the bed and I know it’s for me. I watch her as she opens her duffle bag, and I watch her take each piece out one by one. The large black dildo with the suction cup at the base, four long scarves, and the purple butterfly.

*

You walk towards me holding the butterfly and order me to lift my legs as you slip the vibrator up and fasten it around my pussy, pushing it down against my clit. I watch him place the dildo on the seat of the chair, pulling on it to make sure it’s steady, unmovable. You hand him the scarves and I watch him tie them to each leg of the chair… and I know…

I know what’s next for me.