039. The Leather-Clad Invitation: A Sensual Descent into BDSM Group Play and Submission

After almost ten years of relatively blissful togetherness, Shane and Jessie found themselves compelled to tell each other that they were, if truth were known, getting rather bored with their domestic sex life. It wasn’t a discussion or anything like that. It was simply a mutual agreement based on indisputable fact.

 

It so happened that they were at a neighbor’s garden party one evening when they bumped into a couple with whom they had been friends many years before and had, for one reason or another, lost touch with. They confided in them that they were looking for something more exotic and more stimulating to do with their evenings. The couple told them, in strictest confidence, that they knew another couple who, they thought, engaged in more advanced kinds of sex games, although they didn’t know at all what kind of games.

 

“We can call them and give them your phone number, if you’d like,” they said.

 

“Great!” Shane enthused. “We’d love to find out what they are doing.”

 

Several days of anxious waiting went by, but then one evening, the phone rang. A man told them that they had been recommended by mutual friends and that they were quite welcome to come and see what their group was doing.

 

“What exactly is it that you do?” Shane wanted to know.

 

“You’ll find out for yourselves when you get here,” he said. “I don’t like to discuss this over the phone.”

 

“Do we need to bring anything in particular?” Shane asked.

 

“Not at all,” the man replied. “We have everything here you might need. If you find you like what we’re doing, there’s plenty of time to get your own things.”

 

He gave them an address with directions and a date and time and terminated the call.

 

On the date in question, Shane and Jessie drove to the address and arrived at a large bungalow in one of the newer subdivisions cropping up on the outskirts of the city. Filled with trepidation yet also excited and full of anticipation, they walked up to the door.

 

The owners answered the door in full leather garb, complete with collars, boots, and gloves, everything accentuated with metal clasps and rings. The woman was holding a riding crop in her hand, the man a cat-o’-nine-tails.

 

“Welcome,” the man said pleasantly. “Please come in.”

 

The couple motioned the two newcomers into the house and introduced themselves as Roger and Kate. Roger locked the door. “You’re the last two to arrive,” he said by way of explanation. “The others are already downstairs.”

 

“We hope you enjoy your evening with us,” Kate said. “Just go down the hall to the bedroom on the right and put your clothes on the bed. We’ll take you downstairs when you’re ready.”

 

Shane and Jessie went to the bedroom, took off their clothes as directed, and stepped back out into the hall, feeling rather awkward and inhibited in their nakedness. They needn’t have worried; the hosts had divested themselves of their outfits, except for the boots and the gloves and the implements in their hands.

 

“All right, then,” Roger said. “Let’s go to our games room and show you what we do.”

 

He slapped them playfully on their rumps and led the way into the basement.

 

The room was quite large, taking up the best part of the basement. There were maybe ten couples in the room, in various states of undress and engaged in various activities. The room was bathed in a suffused light from strategically placed recessed fixtures, creating a relaxed and comfortable atmosphere. It was surprisingly quiet, yet suffused with a low-level cacophony of subdued sounds—the soft noise of leather on skin, a whip cracking in the air, the moans and groans of the participants, the quiet talk between and among the various couples, and a muted cry now and then.

 

A couch was standing against the short wall to the left of the door.

 

“Why don’t you sit down there?” Roger suggested. “Just watch for a while until you feel you want to do your own thing yourselves.” With that, he and his wife left them standing at the door and walked into the room.

 

Shane and Jessie felt rather awkward and didn’t quite know what to do or think of the whole thing, but sitting on the couch for a while did seem like a good idea. They sat down and surveyed the room.

 

Two narrow beds were standing along the wall across from where they were sitting. A naked man was lying face down on one of them, being flogged by a woman in a leather bra and thong. On the other bed, a naked woman was receiving the same treatment from a man wearing nothing but leather gloves.

 

The long wall to their left was covered in large mirror tiles, giving the room an interesting kind of depth and reflecting the activities on the opposite side. The wall across from the mirrors was equipped with various metal rings and clamps placed at different heights. A pulley system was hanging from the ceiling above a pair of rings. In one corner stood a barrel filled with soft, narrow paddles with long grips, some riding crops, and a variety of whips. A chest beside the couch contained, they saw, various items of leather clothing, boots, gloves, collars, and face masks, as well as sundry other leather gadgets they couldn’t figure out. The floor was covered with a thick red shag carpet to make the room more comfortable and muffle the sounds.

 

It was along the wall with the rings and clamps that most of the activities were taking place. One naked woman facing into the room had her hands tied above her head with a black leather strap and fastened to one of the rings above her. Her breasts were tied with long leather bands so that they protruded from her body. She had her legs spread and her ankles tied to two clamps on either side of her. A man in leather boots and gloves was standing in front of her with one of the soft paddles in his hand. He was whipping her gently, concentrating in turn on her breasts and nipples and on her pussy. She was moaning quietly as the paddle brushed all over the most sensitive parts of her body. She was obviously enjoying herself.

 

Next to her, another naked woman wearing a leather collar was facing the wall with her arms and legs spread out. Her wrists and ankles were tied to the clamps in the wall with similar leather straps. A naked man was standing behind her, whipping her buttocks with one of the cat-o’-nine-tails. It was from her that the occasional cry emanated, although most of the time she was moaning blissfully as her buttocks took on a distinctly reddish hue.

 

Other couples were engaged in similar games along the wall, although one woman was lying face down on the carpeted floor and receiving a lashing with a long whip. Roger was on the floor on all fours, still in his boots and gloves but now outfitted with a leather collar to which a metal ring had been attached. A leash had been fastened to the ring. Kate was sitting on his back, her riding crop in one hand, the leash in the other. Roger slowly made his way around the room as Kate kept tugging at the leash and whipping his buttocks with her crop.

 

Shane and Jessie kept watching all the goings-on in disbelief and wonderment. They definitely hadn’t expected this, but it all looked very interesting and tempting. They were certainly both considerably aroused by it all.

 

“We really should be doing something ourselves,” Shane said after they had been sitting on the couch for a while, watching all the other people in the room.

 

Before they could decide on something to do, a couple came up to them and asked them if they would do them a favor.

 

“Of course,” Jessie said. “We’d be glad to. What would you like us to do?”

 

“We’d like to get whipped at the same time,” the man said. “Would you mind?”

 

He went to the barrel, took out two cat-o’-nine-tails, and handed them to Shane and Jessie. Then they both stretched out on the floor, faces in the carpet, and proffered their buttocks.

 

Shane and Jessie looked at each other, puzzled by the unexpected development, but they did get up from the couch and knelt on the floor on either side of the couple. Watching each other to see what the other would do, they both raised the whips in the air and let them come down on the pair of white buttocks.

 

“You have to whip us harder,” the man immediately said. “We hardly felt that. Don’t worry, we’ll let you know if you hurt us.”

 

Shane and Jessie raised their whips again and smashed them down as hard as they dared for fear of inflicting too much pain.

 

“That’s better,” the woman said. “Now keep doing that, but a bit harder still.”

 

The two newcomers kept doing what the couple had asked them to do. Apparently they were getting the hang of it, for the couple on the floor moaned and groaned and even cried out a couple of times as the whips kept coming down on them. Their buttocks were turning a bright red and beginning to show distinct marks. Just as their arms were beginning to tire from the unaccustomed activity, the man below them put his hand up in the air.

 

“That’s enough,” he said. “We thank you both very much for your effort. You did very well for being here for the first time. Would you like us to return the favor?”

 

Shane and Jessie decided they wanted to try a few things by themselves first. They politely declined, and the couple walked away to engage in another one of the games.

 

“Alright,” Jessie said. “Now what do we do?”

 

“Maybe we should start with the paddle,” Shane suggested. “It looked quite intriguing when that other couple was doing it.”

 

“Sounds like a good idea to me,” Jessie agreed. She went to the barrel and picked out one of the paddles. “How are we going to do this? You want to go first?”

 

“Sure,” Shane said. “I’ll go first. The other woman was tied to the wall,” he observed. “How do you feel about being tied up the way she was?”

 

“I’m not sure about that,” Jessie said hesitantly. “I suppose we could try. But only if I get to tie you up afterwards.”

 

“Of course,” Shane agreed.

 

They took some leather straps from the chest and found themselves an empty space along the wall. Shane tied one end of each strap around Jessie’s wrists and ankles and had her lean against the wall. Then he tied the other ends to the rings and brackets on the wall so that her arms and legs were spread out against the wall. He picked up the paddle and began to slap it gently across her breasts, down along her body, down to her pussy, down along the inside of her thighs. Jessie moaned with the unexpected pleasure.

 

“More,” she said. “I want more.”

 

Shane continued with his stimulation, putting more pressure on the paddle as he slapped her breasts and nipples and whacked it lightly over her pussy.

 

“Yes,” Jessie moaned. “Yes, that feels wonderful.”

 

“I’m glad,” Shane said. “My turn now?”

 

“Can I whip you with one of the cat-o’-nine-tails?” Jessie wanted to know.

 

Shane hesitated. He started to untie his wife from the wall to give himself some time to think.

 

“Alright,” he said when Jessie was free again. “But only if you promise not to hit me too hard.”

 

“I wouldn’t do that,” Jessie assured him.

 

She took the straps from him, had him turn around to face the wall, and tied his wrists and ankles to the wall in the same manner as he had tied hers. She went to the barrel and selected one of the whips. Then she positioned herself behind him, lifted the whip into the air, and slapped his buttocks. Shane winced when the whip hit him, although the pain wasn’t too bad at all, and the sensuous sensation he felt far outweighed any pain. He hadn’t realized that whipping could be that pleasurable.

 

“Is that alright?” Jessie asked.

 

“More than alright,” Shane replied. “You can hit me harder if you like.”

 

“Are you sure?” Jessie asked, worried that she might hurt him too much.

 

“Quite sure,” Shane said. “It feels really good!”

 

“You have to tell me when it hurts too much, alright?” Jessie said.

 

“Don’t worry, I will,” Shane said. “Just go on already!”

 

Jessie lifted the whip and let it come down on his buttocks with as much force as they had whipped the couple on the floor earlier. Shane shook from the impact, but while the increased stroke inflicted quite a bit of pain on him, the pleasure of having his rump whipped like that made it all worthwhile.

 

“Keep going,” he pleaded.

 

Jessie kept slapping him, as hard as she dared. He actually cried out a couple of times when the whip slashed across his buttocks, and she lessened the force for a couple of strokes before increasing it again. Judging from the deep groans coming from him, he was obviously enjoying himself, and she wasn’t going to deny him the pleasure, even though his buttocks were getting deep red and beginning to look bruised. Besides, her arms were getting very heavy and tired from the constant whipping, and she finally put the whip down.

 

“I can’t do this anymore,” she said, breathing heavily from the effort. “And you’re getting much too sore.”

 

“Alright,” Shane agreed. “I guess I’ve had enough myself.”

 

Jessie untied her husband from the wall, and they both fell on the soft floor, both of them trying to catch their breaths

 

“That was great,” Shane finally said. “I had no idea how good something like this could feel. And you were great, too. Thanks for doing it for me.”

 

“Anytime you feel like it,” Jessie said.

 

They could see that the other couples were slowing down their activities and getting ready to finalize the evening. Some of them were already putting the equipment back into its places or packing it into their own bags. Shane and Jessie kept lying on the floor for a while longer, with people stepping over them and heading for the door. They finally rose from their comfortable position, put their own paraphernalia back, and went to take leave of their hosts.

 

“We really had a good time tonight,” Shane said to them as they shook hands. “Would it be all right if we came again and tried some other things?”

 

“Of course,” Roger said. “You’re welcome to join us anytime.”

 

“We get together every other Saturday, so just come whenever you feel like it,” Kate added. “We can teach you some other things if you’d like. We can also tell you where to buy your own things if that’s what you would like to do.”

 

“But you should feel quite free to use any of the implements we have here,” Roger said.

 

“Of course, of course,” Kate emphasized her husband’s remark.

 

“We’re really glad you came,” Roger concluded the conversation. “And we’re very happy that you had a good time.”

 

With that, Shane and Jessie took their leave from the couple, went upstairs to get dressed, and left the house of their new hosts and their new group to drive back to their own abode, content with themselves and the interesting outcome of the evening. They certainly had learned much to spice up their own sex lives at home. And they would certainly be back to pick up some more ideas and enjoy some other activities together and with the other guests.

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