The House of Flesh · Part 2

The House of Flesh · Part 2 (2/2)
Previous

I did try out the different devices. They all worked beautifully. I came within two minutes every time! Perhaps I was not cut out for this? But I needed the money. The only answer was to somehow protect myself. Cotton wool seemed the best idea. But would the club allow it? I selected a strap on version and practised putting it on while I had cotton wool inside me. As long as no one gave me a close inspection they would be none the wiser.

The following night I arrived on the dot of six. It was a little uncomfortable walking with cotton wool stuffed in my pussy but I did not want to risk being discovered. The formalities were over quickly. Undressing normally is done by the lockers, then the key goes to Ben. I selected my device and took my place. James did not notice anything, or if he did he ignored it, and I soon found myself tied up again. To my surprise it was a different position.

I assumed that James had set ways of using each object, It had seemed logical for me to have my hands above my head as if I was holding the light but this time my hand were behind me around the pole. My legs ended up either side the pole instead of in front so that I was straddling it almost on my toes. It felt most awkward. He then produced a very complicated lattice for my torso which hugged and squeezed me all over. I could not move an inch but it supported my weight. I found the restrictions even more exciting than the previous night. I was then left while he dealt with each of the others. The wait was agonising. Moira was of course last to be done.

Her arms were now over her head, her ankles were tied together with the soles of her feet touching the pole making her arch her back. It was a most erotic position with her chest pushed up and forward, her breasts bound and her nipples standing proud.

I was soon centre of attention. News had travelled fast. I could see Ben hovering near by. There was nothing I could do but accept the attention. I stared ahead unable to relax in the position I was held. At the first vibration I still shuddered but the cotton wool worked beautifully. I could stand the dulled vibrations much better than before. It took several goes before I finally climaxed. I actually enjoyed it! I wanted more, but the dulled vibrations were not enough to keep me going. When it was over and the guests had dispersed I glanced at Ben. He seemed pleased. Several more people tried to get me going but having orgasmed once and come down I was much less susceptible and the vibrations were not strong enough to take me over. Maybe that was her secret?

I felt elated and despite my exertions was able to look around. I noticed that actually very few girls were ‘played with’, with the exception of the one on the centre table and she seemed totally unmoved. I even saw someone get handed a feather duster to tease her with yet that produced nothing either! When the guest left she was quickly released and disappeared. I of course was going to have to wait. I was feeling a little strained from the strange position and closed my eyes to blot out the surroundings.

“What’s the secret?” The words were obviously directed at me.

I was still unable to respond, although the guests had all gone. I was again surrounded by naked women, but this time they were not untying me. I struggled futilely. The gag was removed.

“What’s the secret?”

“I’m sure I don't know what you mean,” I said bravely. They would have none of it. Without freeing my hands they removed my strap on for a close inspection. With my legs apart there was no difficulty.

“Now why didn’t I think of that?” The rather wet cotton wool was removed.

“Maybe you didn’t have to.” I wheedled, still unable to move I was feeling very vulnerable.

“Lets put it back without the cotton wool”, someone suggested.

“Please no,” I whimpered. “You know I can’t take it.”

They relented.

“Perhaps we should inspect Moira?”

“You’ll never be able to. She’s always out first.”

“We’ll have to bribe James. I think I can get round him.”

“Will you please untie me now?” I interjected.

So it was arranged. Moira was in for a surprise. I think I felt a little guilty, after all, it was my subterfuge that had prompted the whole thing.

The following evening. James tied me asymmetrically, one hand up the other in a forced half-nelson. One leg was straight with ropes almost completely down it, the other was raised forward my ankle roped to the other knee. This changing position made things more interesting if a little less comfortable. The ropes once again supported me but it was hard nonetheless.

I was again protected and the interest in me waned. I suppose I was a little disappointed. It made the evening seem longer somehow. I was more aware of my restrictions. A fly bothered me and I could not defend myself. I passed the time watching the guests tease Moira. She was seated cross-legged, her arms wrapped round the pole like mine had been the day before. She was wearing some sort of jewellery on her nipples. Once again she showed no hint of emotion or distress despite receiving almost constant attention.

As the evening came to a close there was the usual hustle and bustle, but for once Moira was ignored. It was not long before she started to complain.. Unfortunately for her one of the conspirators was freed quickly and promptly gagged the helpless woman. Her fury knew no limits but James is very good at his job. She was not going to escape. It seemed as if everyone had stayed back for this inspection. After her initial fury Moira looked remarkably calm.

Like I said, being on the table made Moira difficult to get at, but she was well displayed so it was only a matter of reaching her pussy. Inside she was moist but no padding was found. There was a murmur of disappointment. The some bright spark suggested we examine her device.

Give it to Cathy – she’ll soon tell you if it works. I did feel a little embarrassed putting on a strap on in front of an audience. I turned the dial and was surprised how little I felt, it was just like my cotton wool trick. Even at full I knew I would not reach orgasm, although I doubted I could keep as straight a face as Moira.. I opened up the controller to find only one battery and a wire shorting out the rest I showed off my find.

“What a cheat!”

“Shall we see what happens if she gets the real thing?”

Moira was just sat there as stoic as ever. She did not try and fight as they fitted another device to her. Perhaps there was a hint of anticipation? I must have imagined it. She just looked straight ahead as she had done all evening. The device was switched on. I was sure I saw a shudder. From where I stood I could see her hands clench. That was more than I had seen before.

As the fully functional vibrator took effect Moira's composure melted like butter on a hot pan. She flushed, squirmed, and her arms pulled as if she was trying to break free and then she spasmed. If the gag had not been in place I think she might have shattered a chandelier the reaction was so violent. All composure gone she writhed as much as her bonds would allow. I watched from a distance. There was nothing I could do for now but I was not a party to this degradation.

“Well that’s that.”

“So much for miss unmovable.”

“And to think I admired her.”

“It’s getting late, I’ve got to go.”

Moira was either in agony or ecstasy I’m not sure which. I suppose I must have looked the same the other night. No one else seemed to be looking at her any more. The girl holding the controller absent-mindedly put it down. I held back as the girls headed for the changing room leaving Moira in the throws of orgasm after orgasm, still completely tied up. No one had gone to her aid, I think she would have been left all night. I wondered where Ben was?

I was still feeling a little responsible for what had happened. The remote was lying on the table set to full power. I switched it off and clambered onto the table. Moiré's eyes were screwed up tight her body still bucking and straining in the aftermath of her ordeal. I was not sure she even knew that the thing had been turned off.

“I’m sorry I think this is all my fault,” I said pulling at the knots. “I’m Cathy by the way, the new girl. I used some cotton wool to dull the vibrations. It gave them the idea that you might be doing something similar.”

I was having difficulty undoing her hands, she must have pulled very hard.. “But to do what you did, for so long,” I continued, “someone else must know?” I suddenly remembered the gag.

“Of course they know” she spluttered, her voice amazingly strong, considering her exertions, “Mike’s my husband.”

The revelation came as a complete surprise. All right she was older than most of us but the boss’ wife?

“Why? Surely you don’t need to do this?”

She actually smiled.

“I enjoy it. The whole thing was my idea in the first place. The House of Flesh, Naked women tied up and vibrated. I’ve been into bondage since I was a kid. It was a great way to indulge myself and make money at the same time. Unfortunately I am a bit trigger happy in the orgasm department when I’m tied up.”

“I know what you mean, but isn't it a bit deceitful?”

“I suppose so. I was going to only use the altered one occasionally to give myself a break but the guests seemed to like the challenge, even though they could not win. It is cheating of course,” She was rubbing her wrists trying to get the blood flowing again. “But what they don’t know won’t hurt them. Everyone loves some intrigue.” She flinched as she removed the nipple jewellery. “I can take mild pain or tickling just not vaginal stimulation.”

That made sense from what I had seen. She was still a remarkable woman in my eyes. I am sure I could not do what she did even with a fixed vibrator.

“What about the other girls now?”

“Just you wait. I will get my revenge. They have, of course no idea who I am and what they forget is that while the guests concentrate on me they are not playing with them. Not only that, they need the job, I obviously don’t. So they now know my secret, but they will still regret what they just did. And I won’t forget this piece of kindness either. Now go home. I’m all right.” She leaned closer even though there was no one to be seen. “I enjoyed it really.” She confided.” I haven’t had orgasms like that in years. I was beginning to think I was passed it.”

Ben appeared out of nowhere looking a little sheepish.

“Sorry Mother, I was locked in the loos.” Turning to me he said “thank you Cathy.”

I was speechless. There was a resemblance, but I had never considered it. “Is James?”

“Of course.” Moira said. “Who do you think taught him how to tie women up so well? He warned me something was up, but I told him to go along with it.”

It took a while to sink in.

“So you let this happen?”

“I have half expected this might happen for some time,” Moira admitted. “I had also decided what I would do if it did happen. There’s no point in letting things stew. It had to come out in the open. ” She retrieved her special strap on.. “Make sure Cathy is wearing this tomorrow,” she told Ben.

It was passed one o’clock when I got home. Fortunately it was Friday night so I had no college to worry about. I treated myself to a lie in, though my mind was whirl. I wondered what Moira had in mind?

The following evening there were two changes. First there was a large ice sculpture on the central table where Moira should be. It was beautiful, an ice rendering of Aphrodite. The second change was that by the order of the management gags were compulsory. Any complaints were quickly silenced so to speak. It didn’t bother me, of course, I had decided a gag was both necessary and safest. I noted that my position was the classic bound maiden, hands behind, feet together. My breasts were not even bunched, just a decorative couple of loops like a ‘cross my heart bra’.

The room filled up as usual. There were a few obvious comments about the sculpture and Moira's absence but only the girls could guess why it might be and they would be wrong. At eight o’clock there was a fanfare from the piano. The two main doors were flung wide and in came Mike with his wife at his side. She sparkled. I could not imagine the cost of the dress let alone the jewellery. There were muffled gasps from the bound girls around the room and some murmurs from the guests. This was a revelation for everyone.

“Your Hosts!” Announced Ben in his best voice, “announce that all entertainment tonight is on the house.”

I could not see the whole of the room of course but the girls I could see went rigid, their eyes wide, their muscles straining at their bonds. It was going to be a long evening.

It did not take long for people to realise that I was going to be no fun. My position was not in the least provocative and the vibrator just made me tingle nicely. I wondered why James had insisted I protect myself as well. With a fixed vibrator I was not going to climax ever. Ben explained to a few that there must be a malfunction in my device but he was unable to do anything about it now. There were plenty of other girls to watch and play with. I watched several of them orgasm with a certain amount of satisfaction. ‘Serves them right!’ Eventually things calmed down. Guests returned to having drinks and dining. I noticed Moira go round each girl and tweak their device slightly. She whispered something to each one. When she reached me her eyes were bright and her disposition very jovial.

“What do you think Cathy?” I of course could not respond. “If anyone gives you a hard time let me know. I have talked to each one individually. I think they all understand now.”

As the evening drew to a close it was clear that all the girls were in a state of exhaustion. The doors were closed. Moira made an announcement “There is a £100 bonus for every one tonight. I hold no grudges. I trust you will do the same. See you all again tomorrow.”

It was nearly midnight before I was freed. Unsurprisingly there were no willing helpers. I think they were all exhausted. The changing room was almost deserted.

“No hard feelings Cathy,” Jo said, “You were right to come to her aid. I’m ashamed of what we did.”

“I hope Moira will come back. She’s still a remarkable woman, just a little trigger happy. Like me,” I added. “And you weren’t to know she was the boss’s wife.” I bit my lip before revealing any more. If Ben or James wanted to come clean it was up to them, not me.

Sunday was all change. I learned how to be a table. There are several variations: flat on your back, legs and arms outstretched or on hands and knees with the table on your back, or as a pair with another girl each holding an end. Your view is very restricted and there is the risk of being drenched in split drink or itched by dropped peanuts. There was a muted cheer (many of the girls choose to be gagged) when Moira appeared. I just wished I could have seen her reaction.

I stayed with the House of Flesh for over 10 years, long after I left college. I enjoyed it, and I earned enough to buy my first house outright and a nest egg besides. I also ended up senior girl. Moira retired, but no one replaced her, I don’t think anyone could. I am still trigger happy, especially when bound, not only that I am now a bondage slut. I have had several boyfriends but no one can tie me up like James. It’s a shame he is too old for me. I may have to indulge in self-bondage.

ends

The House of Flesh · Part 2 (2/2)
Previous