Page 78 of The Secret Club
“Hey yourself handsome. And heck yes, I am ready to play. I have been working myself into a tizzy wondering what you are doing in there.”
Dr Jack walks through the door wearing just his black boxers and holds out his hand, “Let’s put you out of your misery then. Come this way Roxy darling.”
I take his outstretched hand and follow him through the bathroom door into my room, giddy with excitement. I’m startled to see it looks different. Mirrors line the glass walls; the bed is covered in silk black sheets and bedding. The lighting is dimmed down. There is a table laid out with toys and floggers, there is a drinks trolley with champagne on ice along with other liquors, mixers and glasses. To the left of the bed by Tom’s chair is a tall square wooden frame with metal loops around the edges.
What stands out the most is the eight men, almost all of whom are nearly completely naked waiting for me. All eager eyes and stiff heavy cocks, except David who is wearing trousers. Even Carl is standing by the drinks trolley looking edgy but sweet. I feel like it’s my birthday and everyone came to my party.
“Ah, the girl of the hour. It’s a pleasure to see you again Roxy, you have made splendid viewing since we were last together,” says David standing by the table of instruments.
I beam brightly at David, “Thank you Sir. It’s so lovely to seeyou again too, and everyone.” I look around the room at all the muscular and athletic men looking back at me. I smile warmly at Blake and Jake standing by the bed, Tom in his armchair, Darcy at the end of the bed standing next to Cook who is looking at me with pure excitement in his eyes. I take a moment to digest the sight in front of me. All these beautiful men paid money to spend time fucking me for a week when they could get any woman in the world. There is so much testosterone in the room, their male pheromones fill my nose and I pretty much swoon.
Dr Jack, who is still holding my hand, leans in close to speak in my ear but says it loud enough for everyone to hear, “We wanted to get the party started with the drinks, but David suggests we play a bit now and drink a bit later. Would that be ok with you?”
“Sure, that’s fine, what do you have planned?”
“What doeshehave planned shall we say? David is in charge of tonight’s festivities. We have all given our blessing to be directed by David. We trust him.”
“Even Blake?” I ask, a bit surprised the Dom would be up for that.
“Even Blake,” replies Blake with a growl.
Dr Jack snickers. “Yes, even Blake. Excellent, that’s settled then, David the floor is yours,” Dr Jack says to David.
“Thank you, Doctor. Roxy let’s get you fixed up,” says David.
“Sure Sir,” I let go of Dr Jack’s hand and walk up to David. I’m now accustomed to being completely naked with eyes on every inch of my body.
“Blake, would you tie this twine around each of Roxy’s breasts. Tight,” David hands Blake some twine and I shudder in anticipation. I remember the way they felt the last time they were tied up tight, my pussy tingling at the memory.
“Jake, take the clamps and attach them to her folds. Then you are to attach the twine through the clamps and aroundunder her bottom to hold her pussy open,” instructs David and I take in a breath. He’s getting serious.
“Cook, please help Roxy’s ankles and wrists into cuffs and then attach them to the corners of the frame. We want her to be nice and stretched out for us.”
“No problem, David,” replies Cook like a good boy scout, jumping into action.
There are now many hands on my body. All three men bustle with their jobs. Jake places what look like document clips on my pussy folds, he lines three up on one side and then three on the other. They bite into my skin like a clothespin, making me yelp with each one, and I wonder how I’m going to tolerate the pain, let alone when they’re tied to my legs.
Whilst Jake is bending down, kneeling directly at my core, Blake has knotted a piece of twine tight around my right breast and is now coiling the twine around it creating a solid bulbous circle of flesh that is my breast.
Cook joins us. “Right wrist please,” he requests almost jovially. He looks to be having the most fun right now and has no intention of hiding it. I feel on edge, heat is pulsing through my body, raising my temperature as so many hands work my body and so many more watch and wait for their instructions. I hand Cook my right wrist where he fastens a thick leather cuff. He moves on to my left wrist and then my ankles. Meanwhile Blake has moved to my left breast and they both begin to throb and ache in unison. Looking down at them, they’re changing colour before my eyes and looking more of an angry red. Jake has managed to tie the twine around my left leg and through the holes on the top of the document clips. When he pulls the twine, my folds move open and my entrance is almost completely exposed along with my clit.
“Arms up now, baby girl,” coos Cook, and I do what he says and watch as he fastens my arms just below each of the corners of the frame. “Now legs, sorry Jake—won’t be a minute.”
Jake moves back from running twine around my left leg to allow me to stretch my legs out and for Cook to cuff me to the corners of the frame. I’m fully exposed as Jake finishes tying the document clips open on my left side and Blake ties off the last of the twine around my breasts.
“Excellent boys, doesn’t she look a picture.” I hear them all agree from different parts of the room.
“Dr Jack, will you do us the honours of placing one of the butt plugs on the table of your choosing inside Roxy’s anus?”
Dr Jack’s eyes flash, “Certainly David, that would be my pleasure.”
The table is in front of the frame so I can see all the toys lined up. There are so many different shapes and sizes of dildos, butt plugs, floggers, paddles, feathers, lubes, clips, and even an eye mask and ball gag. Dr Jack strolls over the table and picks up a decidedly larger butt plug on the table and a bottle of lube.
I’m strung up like an offering as he walks back to me. He runs a finger down the contours of my face, “You can take it Roxy, I know you can.” He walks around to my back, trailing a finger down my neck, over my shoulder and down my spine sending chills in its wake. With my legs fastened open, it’s easy access for him. I hear the pop of the cap and then feel a finger rubbing up and down my back hole before I feel his finger nudge easily and slip inside.
There is a groan coming from Tom’s chair as he has the best view of my behind. Turning my head to look at him, I can see he’s stroking himself whilst watching the show.
“Look how nice and relaxed you are Roxy, accepting a finger into your arsehole so easily. This plug is going to have no problems slipping straight in,” says Dr Jack who is kneeling behind me.
