One day, after finishing a long day at work you head home. It has been an annoying day, work is busy, people are a pain, husband was away for work and for some reason no one was online. Your friend John, a regular source of banter had returned to working and had grown distant. The pandemic had turned Whisper into even more of a cesspool and your frustrating day had no happy ending in sight. You arrive home and your phone dings indicating a text. Probably hubby checking in on me you think, but you don’t recognize the number. You open the text and begin to read, “Sarah, as long as you do as you are told, nothing bad will happen.” You think, what the fuck is this and delete it and think shit, this is the last thing I need, some asshole playing games. The phone dings again, “Sarah, it would not be wise to do that, I told you as long as you obeyed, there would be no trouble.” A pang of fear hits you as you realize whoever this is knows your name and your number. As you think about who you can call, another text comes through. This time it’s a picture of you, leaving work earlier. You begin to breath a little faster as you think my god, I have a stalker. Realizing you left the front door open you run back to slam it shut. The phone dings again, it is a picture of your car parked in front of one of your FWB’s houses. Your eyes go wide as you start to panic. You respond to the text, “Who the fuck is this?” The only response is, “Sarah, think about how much you have to lose if your secrets get out. Do as you are told and everything will be fine.” Do you understand? Fine, you think, I am going to fuck this person up. “OK Asshole, what do you want me to do?” you text back. Now, now is the response, is that any way for a Lady to speak. You can feel yourself getting more annoyed by the second. The next text sends a shock up your spine. It is a picture of you and your husband out for your anniversary. Put that dress on and drive to the Ritz Carlton downtown. Valet your car and when you get to the desk tell them you are a guest of the Smith’s and they will tell you where to go. Your mind races, what do I do? You Google the number but it doesn’t show up, it’s a 212 so it is local. Do I call the police? Fuck it, I can take care of myself you decide. You head upstairs to dress your mind awash in thoughts. Could this be something husband thought up. Maybe this is the threesome with another guy we’ve been talking about. As you’re thinking you look down and realize your nipples have hardened and little goosebumps have started on your skin. That must be it you think, I’m gonna play along. You put your dress on, leaving out the panties he loves. If he’s gonna fuck with me, well I’m not going to give him everything he wants. You finish with your make up, admiring your blood red lipstick in the mirror. He better appreciate this you think. The drive is uneventful, having done it so many times, but not to the Ritz. Lost in your thoughts, you almost miss the turn in to the hotel valet. You pull up, get out handing the keys to the young valet. Not realizing you understand their native Spanish, you hear one say to the other, isn’t it a little early for the hookers and they both laugh. You turn and look at them, letting them know you understood and then smile at them. “No podrias pagar mis servicios” you reply to their utter disbelief and open mouths. You’re feeling confident now, sure that your husband will be waiting for you upstairs. And it better be good you think if he is spending all this money. At the desk, you are directed to a private elevator that takes you swiftly to the top floor. As you exit, you notice there is only one door and you remember they didn’t give you a room number. You approach the door and knock gently. No answer. Knock again. Really you think, isn’t this getting a little childish and you knock hard enough to realize the door is unlocked. You enter a hallway, dark enough to not make out details other than a small table with a piece of paper and what looks like a piece of cloth. You approach and find a note. It instructs you to come into the main suite, sit in the chair placed in the middle of the room and place the blindfold over your eyes. You roll your eyes and think, really and he was doing so well. You enter the cavernous room and see the chair, high backed with a red cushion. You sit and place the satin blindfold over your eyes. Nothing, you sit for what feels like an eternity and nothing happens. Then you sense movement in the room and instinctively turn your head. As you do, your hands are grabbed violently, pulled behind the chair, and handcuffed together. Your first instinct is to scream but you hear a voice whisper in your ear, the room is soundproof, scream all you want. You don’t recognize the voice or the musky smell that accompanied it. You hear footsteps as this stranger circles around you. You want to cry out but your throat has gone dry. We’d talked about this, but something is off. What’s going on you demand. Footsteps is all you hear, you struggle against the cuffs but it only makes them tighter. You hear another set of footsteps and think, about time, but you realize they are not mens, too sharp, they are heels. Sitting there, bound and blindfolded, the delusion that this was an elaborate scheme thought up by your husband shattered, you begin to shake and sob. Real fear sets in and you realize you might have made an incredible mistake. You sense someone close and cry out who are you, why are you doing this to me. A gentle slap on your cheek is the result. You are about to start cursing when you feel a set of arms reach around your head and a ball gag is inserted in your mouth. Quickly tied you moan against it but are powerless. “Well well” you hear a voice that is familiar but you can’t place say. Finally, as helpless as she always wanted to be. You feel a set of hands gently take off your shoes. Too gentle to be a man’s. Their nails gently glide up your legs, sliding under your dress and then back down your legs. Your chest begins to heave as your heart rate increases. You feel the breasts of another woman against your body. She sits on your lap and wraps her arms around your neck, working her hips against you, your skin beginning to go flush. She turns and you feel her ass on you, rubbing and grinding against you. You finally realize you are getting a lap dance from a complete stranger, while blindfolded and cuffed. As the realization washes over you, you realize you are practically dripping. So turned on yet unable to do anything. This strange woman’s breasts brushing against your cheeks, her hands running all over your body has you quivering. This torturous pleasure continues for what feels like hours. When she stands up, you can feel your clit quivering, all you want is to touch it and release that wave of pleasure that has been building. But the only touch that follows is your blindfold being gently removed. You can make out two shapes in front of you, but it takes a full minute to realize your friend John is standing there, dressed from work in his suit and next to him is a beautiful redhead, with pale freckled skin, pert breasts and completely shaved pussy. He smile down at you and begins, “I have listened to your stories and been turned on to the point of getting off thinking of you having sex, now I’m going to return the favor and let you watch me, helpless to do anything but watch.” He turns towards the redhead, our friend has told me she gives porn star blow jobs. Would you like to show her one? She looks at you with an evil smile as she sinks to her knees. Unbuckling my belt and slowing unzipping my pants. Taking my cock in her hands, she looks at you and says teasingly, “Is this what you’ve wanted?”Your eyes go wide as you watch her take me all the way down her throat. Staying there until she pulls back, spit and drool covering her mouth and my cock. Do you want me to tell you how good it tastes she says? You can only nod as your eyes take in what you have wanted. You hate this but your body betrays you. You have soaked through your dress and your nipples are popping out. Don’t worry she says to you, you’ll always be able to remember this as she motions towards the corner and you realize there is a camera taping everything happening. You watch me, standing there getting my cock sucked and it drives you wild. You so badly want to join in and run away at the same time. You close your eyes but she notices and starts to make loud slurping noises and describe exactly what she is doing. Why is John doing this to me you think. He knows how badly I want him. Is he punishing me? If he only knew how turned on I was. These thoughts race through your mind and only do you open your eyes when you realize the sounds have stopped. The redhead is undressing me slowly, looking at you while she does. When she finishes, she looks at me and asks, should I check? I nod and she approaches you, kneeling down to lift your skirt and expose your drenched pussy. As you thought sir, she is wetter than even you thought she would be. I nod in acknowledgement. Maybe it’s time to let her find her voice. The redhead dangles her breasts in your face as she reaches around and undoes the ball gag. Your breathing comes in ragged short breaths. Why, you whisper? I walk over, taking your face in my hand. Soon, soon you will know. Still bound to the chair you are helpless to watch as I lay on the floor and the redhead straddles my face and we 69 right in front of you. Even over our moans of pleasure I can hear your quick breaths and know you like watching. The redhead cums several times as you watch my tongue ravage her pussy and clit. Finally I stand up and walk over to you. You wanted to watch porn together. I thought you might like to watch one in action. Do you want to taste her I ask, you nod excitedly and I bend over to kiss you passionately, you tasting her cum on my lips, the hours of torturous build up finally broken by a kiss. Have you had enough yet I ask? You nod quickly. I want you to beg. Please uncuff me you plead, my clit is throbbing. I need it so badly I’ll do anything. I turn to the redhead, I told you what a slut she was. Let’s have some fun. This dress needs to go and I grab it and rip it down the front, exposing you fully. She and I kneel down on each side of you, kissing your neck, shoulders, breasts. Gently gliding our hands all over your body. Finally, spreading your legs wide open, I gently glide one finger towards your sopping wet pussy. As I get near your clit you start shaking and by the time I reach it you’re beginning to orgasm, I quickly get between your legs to suck your sweet juices down my throat while the redhead holds you from falling off the chair your are shaking so much. This orgasm rocks your body for what feels like minutes, waves of pleasure like you have never experienced before. You’re cumming like you never have, over and over, total loss of control. You say the words you never thought you would ever, please stop. But it continues. You think you’ve squirted but you can’t tell. Your body is on fire. I finally stand up and look down at you. Your body is limp and you are sweating and your skin is red. It’s not over I say as you feel your hands being uncuffed from behind. You look up at me, your eyes wide with anticipation and bite your lip. You see my hard cock in front of you and you reach out to grab it and kiss the head. This is my cock you think and you begin to suck on it hard and fast. I step back and you get on your knees to keep me in your mouth. I feel you shudder as without warning the redhead has plunged a big strap on deep into your battered pussy. Showing no mercy you are able to finally reach between your legs and rub your clit while this is happening resulting in a gush of your juices and screams of pleasure from you. I pick you up and carry you to the bed, dazed from the evening’s activities. There, the redhead, now waiting patiently for you gets you in bed and lies next to you. With me on one side and her on the other, you turn towards her as she offers you her breast which you begin to suckle and are rewarded with warm milk. Re-energized you begin to greedily feed. I gently rub your hair while I watch and finally slide my cock inside your tight wet pussy. Watching milk dribble around your mouth while I slide inside you pushes me over the edge and I grab your shoulders and pull myself deep inside you, exploding and filling you with my hot cum. We both moan with pleasure and pass out from exhaustion. In the morning, you are awoken by a kiss on the shoulder and wonder, was it a dream. As you lick your lips and taste milk, you smile with pleasure, and lean back into me.