Ginas Room

In one of Atlantic City's largest porno shops the room is curtained off to itself and all of the films and mags are directed toward those whose interests tend toward the fetish and domination scene. I had been browsing the bondage fare for a while and had found several magazines showing pictures of beautiful women posed in various demeaning ways. I was about to leave when another magazine caught my eye. On the cover was a photo of an attractive blonde posed completely naked, with her succulent body stretched over a wooden devise that pulled her arms and legs wide apart in a spread-eagle position and presented her groomed cunt perfectly for the camera. She was grimacing with discomfort as another woman, dressed in a black body stocking with elbow length gloves, was placing a second nipple clip on the brown roseate of the girl's wide nipple.

I was suddenly aware of someone standing next to me, a tall man with dark shades. The man looked me in the face, then gazed at the magazine in my hand, then back into my eyes. I felt my face go flush with embarrassment. I noticed that he was holding a magazine, too, from this library of the bizarre, a thick mag titled simply " 1001 Bondage Photos". There were several small photographs arranged on the cover of the magazine that he clutched unabashedly, the one I noticed showed a nudity suspended by her ankles.

" Aren't you... ah... Eddie... yeah," he spoke with a smile that ignored our surroundings. " You are a dealer over at The Classic... where my wife works. You know Gina, my wife, who works in the office there. "

" Oh... of course. You're Walter. Gina's husband. You manage that, ah, mega-casino down the boardwalk. Sorry I didn't know you with those shades on in here. Actually, I didn't even know that there was anyone else in here... "

" I hope I'm not embarrassing you." Walter said. "Ah, it appears that you and I share a rather unusual interest."

Walter looked down at his photo magazine and pointed to a small picture of a tightly bound blonde tied on her knees facing a stout wooden post. A carved wooden phallus of ample dimensions was set into the post and the naked brunette was sucking the thick shaft. A well dressed man holding a stout riding crop was standing over her menacingly.

" Eddie... tell me... I'm not trying to embarrass you, I have a reason for asking... Gina and I do."

He paused for a second and then asked," Do you find this photo erotic and stimulating? "

The mention of Gina's name in connection with the photo of the groveling female pictured on his magazine made my pulse rate quicken and I felt a surge of testosterone warm my gut.

" Well... yes... I do find the picture stimulating... very much so."

" I knew you would... I'd like to show you something, since we are acquaintances with such desires for the perverse... and, ah, since you know Gina from the casino. I would like to invite you down to our house in Cape May, if you are not busy this evening. I know this is short notice, and its a long drive down, but... I have something there that I think will interest you greatly."

" Something like that?" I stammered oafishly, pointing toward the picture of the naked girl desperately performing fellatio on a wooden post.

" Well, yes. I mean, something along these lines," Walter answered patiently.

" Well... OK... I mean, sure, if you'd like to include me I'd be interested. I've never actually done..."

" Good. You can follow me down. We have been acquainted for a while, socially anyway, and now I have confirmed that you're our type."

Walter had removed his shades and, when he had uttered "our type", he had focused his gaze on a magazine in my hand. I guess I had flipped a couple of the magazines nervously. The back of the mag was a full page photo of a naked redhead standing beside a padded leather riser surrounded by a group of men in business suits. The small woman wore nothing but leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. At each corner of the padded riser were tethering straps designed to loop through the rings in the cuffs placed on her limbs. One of the men was pointing toward the little redhead while another was caressing one of her freckled breasts. The nudity's fate was obvious.

Walter looked from the photo in my hand up into my reddened face.

" I know you're gonna like what we'll find at my place... "

We drove down the interstate. I followed Walt's Lexus in my aging Volvo. As we sped south toward Cape May, I thought about Walt's attractive wife, Gina.

I had been a card dealer at The Classic for five years. A couple of years ago they hired a blonde named Gina to run the Big Wheel. The woman was a gorgeous thirty year old with a voluptuous figure and the ability to dress herself in a way that tantalized every man who saw her but exposed none of the attributes that she draped beneath the short dresses that she was fond of wearing at that time. We all wanted to go out with her and she was probably the most desired woman on the staff, but she maintained a reticent nature and seemed hesitant to socialize with us, except for office parties during the holidays. Most of us began to regard her as kind but aloof, sexy as hell but unapproachable. We ogled her from a distance as she stood in front of the Big Wheel, spinning it and turning her voluptuous female form in front of the gamblers who gathered around her and her wheel. The creamy flesh of her well shaped legs and her full breasts, barely contained by the sexy garments that she wore to work, kept our attention, but none of us, that I know of, ever succeeded in dating the thirty year old blonde.

It had not taken Walter, the general manager of one of the largest casinos on the strip, long to find Gina and soon the word got out that they were dating. They came to a Christmas party and announced that they were engaged and then, about a year ago, they were married. It all happened quickly.

Shortly after her marriage, Gina began to change. For a period of several months she was frequently absent from work. When she did come in to run the Big Wheel, she often seemed very tired and run down. Some days she appeared disheveled and her body gave off the dank odor of a woman who had fucked all night long and had failed to bathe before hurrying to work. Her wardrobe changed, her dresses became even shorter, barely covering her ass, but she began to wear dark, skin tight stockings and panty hose that accentuated the shape of her fine legs but that covered her creamy flesh with the artificial sheen of spandex or nylon. She, rather strangely, began to wear long sleeve sweaters. She said, in her quietly distant way, that she had a rash on her arms and that the air conditioning made her chilly.

The blonde remained distantly friendly to her coworkers, but she seemed fatigued, withdrawn and strangely bashful when facing the crowds that gathered to bet at her Big Wheel. Soon the casino management moved Gina to an office position out of public contact. Her desk was near the time clock and I saw her almost every day. She still looked as appealing as ever, even if a little run down, but, to me, anyway, this made her look even sexier. Her face showed the maturity that most of the younger women at work did not have. All the guys still flirted with her daily and she seemed to quietly enjoy the attention.

Fond thoughts of Gina filled my mind as I sped to keep up with her husband and his gray Lexus. What in the world are they involved with, I wondered, and I tried to guess at what I was going to find at their house. Some kind of bondage party, I guessed, where all of the guests dress up as either a Master or a Slave. Apparently, Gina and her husband were involved with some kind of scene and that this may explain some of her problems at the office. I wondered how I was going to find Gina when I got to her house with her husband, how was she going to be dressed. Those fine breasts that Gina masterfully kept concealed beneath the low cut necklines of her flimsy dresses- would Gina be baring them before the evening was over? All of us guys at work had been fantasizing about those tits for two years.

We pulled into the drive of a beach house that was situated just as I had expected Walter's house to be, yards from the beach with a lawn that was as manicured as a country club. The house itself wasn't huge, just immaculately maintained. A stone walk led to a front doorway, but when Walt walked toward the house, he motioned for me to follow him to a side door. He silently pointed to a porch light that was burning on this side porch, even though, on this mid-summer evening, it was still not dark. I was not sure why he was pointing this out to me. I was immediately struck that there were no other cars around except for Gina's Miata. I had expected a small party. My imagination raced anew. Perhaps it's something kinky with the maid or one of the neighbors. We stepped inside of the side door into a vestibule. I expected to be greeted by Gina at any moment. I fantasized our attractive office girl greeting us in a tiny, black French maid's costume, or, perhaps, a tight leather or latex outfit.

Walt stopped in the hallway and turned his attention to a small cork board mounted on the wall. Two cards the size of business cards were pinned on the board. He took them down and glanced at them as I stood listening for sounds of activity inside of the house or down the stairway that led into a basement from the vestibule. All was silent as Walt glanced at the cards and then chuckled quietly.

" Some of my pals have been by tonight," he said, increasing my bewilderment and anticipation for whatever it was that I had driven forty five miles south to experience.

" When they come by, they look for the side porch light to be on. When it is burning, they know that they are welcome to come in and visit our basement. If you like what I am about to show you, perhaps you, too, will enjoy visiting anytime the welcome light is on."

Walt turned to a closet and withdrew two black robes the size and cut of a man's typical night robe. He handed one to me, along with a pair of soft leather slippers.

" Don't be modest, Eddie. Make yourself comfortable in this. These robes are the dress code for this, required for all of our, ah, visitors. You'll see for yourself... "

To my surprise, Walt proceeded to change his clothes in front of me as if we were in a locker room at the spa. He stood in front of me in the buff for a moment, leisurely donning his silk robe. He buttoned two or three of the buttons and looked at me blankly.

" Well, Eddie, would you enjoy participating as a dominant in some real, living bondage, or are you content to go back home with your stack of magazines from the porn shop?"

" Walt, this... this is exciting... I'm... I'm just not sure how to proceed."

"Well put the goddam robe and slippers on, leave your clothes right here on the shelf in the closet, and follow me downstairs."

Walt sensed my hesitation and he appeared to carefully avoid looking at me as I disrobed entirely, then put on the silk robe and slippers. My heart thumping with anticipation, I followed Walt down the stairs into the dimness of their basement, feeling quite naked beneath the flimsy garment.

At the bottom of the stairs a door led into the main basement. Walt paused at this door and turned to me as if he were going to tell me something.

" This is not, of course, something to be discussed outside of this house, you know."

" Of course not," I replied earnestly.

Walt opened the door leading into the basement of his home and the scene hit me with a rush of excitement and amazement. Two steps forward placed me in a scene which brought my most perverse fantasies to life. With wide eyes I took it all in; a warm, carpeted basement dungeon with fine stone worked walls, a dimly lit circular corridor that encircled a small, hexagonal room with windows all around so that a person in the dim corridor could look inside, and, inside the room of bondage, the beautiful blonde office girl from The Classic, my host's wife, Gina, naked and immobilized in the center of the chamber, in a thoroughly demeaning manner.

She was illuminated by ceiling lighting and track lights mounted on the walls inside the hexagonal chamber. She was placed on her knees on the floor in the center of the room and her arms were pulled up over her head. Leather wrist cuffs on her arms were attached to a chain which led up to the ceiling and into a pulley system above. The lights played upon her smooth flesh, showing every detail of her succulent body. I gasped as I witnessed the thirty two year old woman so utterly displayed, the woman I had been watching so closely at the office for two years, her beautiful face stared dully at the floor in front of her. She seemed to have no idea that her husband and I had approached the windows to her little chamber. Her small torso was blessed with the finest breasts that I have ever seen; full, natural orbs that hung like weighty udders on her rib cage, crowned by dark, wide nipples.

My eyes examined her nakedness as I gasped in lust. She was on her knees, but her knees were spread wide apart and the view between her slender upper thighs was unobstructed. I could plainly see her cunt; her well defined clitoris, the soft folds of the membranous inner vaginal lips that protruded from her slit and hung limply, as if adorning the entrance to her pussy. Her entire pubic region was hairless.

" My god," I gasped in a whisper, " Gina... god... "

" You may talk aloud, Eddie," my host said from around a corner in the corridor. I had taken position at a viewing window beside the door that led into the chamber, he had stepped around the corner to the next window.

"She can not hear us or see us. Soundproof walls and one way glass. See across inside to the windows on the other side. Nothing but reflection. That's all that she can see."

" There are," Gina's husband continued, "microphones placed on the walls inside and speakers out here in the corridor so that an observer out here can hear every sound emitted inside of the chamber. You will see and hear it, if you choose to stay. Do you like what you see, or does it appall you?"

" Gina... god... Gina... " I stammered," she's fantastic. You are a very lucky man, Walt."

" I knew that you would like her this way... " Walter replied smoothly.

Inside the chamber, Gina moved her head to the side and the light played across her face at a different angle. Walt and I saw it at the same time. Gina's face was streaked with sperm. The stuff clung wetly to her chin and upper lip, her nose and the side of her face. There was even some of the stuff in the strands of golden hair that hung across the side of her face. Someone had cum on Gina's face and left her that way, soiled and defiled.

I found myself reaching instinctively for my cock and, for a moment, I massaged my swelling organ with my palm. Then remembering that my host was nearby, I paced around the corner and was surprised to notice that Walt was stroking himself, too.

" You see, Eddie, those fantasies of yours can be lived. Look at the bitch. She's on her knees and soiled with cum. A couple of my friends were here while I was out. They used her and left. She does it for me. She does it for my money. She does it for my visitors. Because Gina is a true wanton slut, an insatiable submissive and a masochist. It gives her pleasure just as deeply as it gives us pleasure. She desires sexual degradation just like you and I desire to dish it out. I assure you that her pussy is wet inside right now, dripping wet.

" Watch, while I go inside with my harlot. Move from window to window around the chamber and observe from every direction my beautiful wife. Perhaps you'll be amazed to see what a whore your little bookkeeper from the office really is. Observe what she is capable of doing. Watch and learn as I handle her.

"There is a box of black leather masks in the corner there. Get one for yourself and enter when I call you. Wear the mask. She will not be able to identify you as long as you refrain from speaking. Do not make any noise that will give your identity away to her, since she knows you and would recognize your voice. That is my only request to you, that you don't let her discover your identity. You may use her as you wish in whatever manner you seek to take your pleasure."

With that said, Walt left me outside peering through the window and entered the chamber that contained his naked wife on her knees. I realized at that point that it was no coincidence that Walter had approached me this night. I watched with keen interest as our blonde office girl raised her soiled face and looked toward her husband who approached her holding a ceramic potty that he had picked up just inside of the door. He had not put on one of the black masks that effectively concealed the identity of Gina's "visitors".

Her heavy breasts swung upon her chest as she shifted on her knees beneath her husband who towered over her looking down into her spunk splattered face.

" Walter... " the microphones piped Gina's soft voice into the corridor as clearly as if I were talking to her in the office at the casino. Her voice sounded strained, almost

weepy.

" Walter, I thought I was going to wet the carpet again. You leave me for so long sometimes... why? "

Walt didn't respond to his wife. He leaned around her and placed the ceramic pot between her widespread knees.

" Thank you, Walter... I... I have to go so bad... I couldn't hold it much longer... I... "

Almost instantaneously, a golden stream of pee splattered noisily into the pot. I watched with lusty fascination as the groveling blonde relieved herself in the potty, her husband standing over her like a stern father would wait for a child.

When Gina's bladder had drained into the ceramic pot, her husband pulled the sloshing potty from between her widespread knees to a spot just in front of her. Gina seemed uncomfortable and she pulled at her arms chained over her head and she shifted her weight on her aching knees. Her torso twisted and her large breasts swung upon her rib cage. The illumination from the track lights played across her creamy flesh. I studied the roundness of her hips and the way the flesh of her flanks twitched as she flexed her cramped muscles. My eyes explored every inch of her fully tanned body. I fondled my cock as I observed the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, the roundness of her lower belly, her complete lack of body hair.

Gina's husband withdrew a handkerchief from a pocket of his robe. He squatted in front of his debased wife and, to my amazement, dipped the cloth into the urine in the potty. He lifted the dripping cloth to Gina's beautiful face and began washing the sperm from her lips and cheeks, using the warm liquid fresh from her own belly to bathe the drying cum from her face. The blonde thirty two year old woman knelt in place and allowed herself to be cleansed in this demeaning manner.

" You had a visitor while I was out. Who was it?"

Walt interrogated his wife as he again dipped his handkerchief into the potty of warm pee, then used the soaked cloth to dampen the dried jism that clung in her blonde hair around her face.

" I... I had two visitors," Gina dutifully informed her husband of what he already knew.

" Stan, I think... I'm... I'm starting to know them... their cocks... and... and their asses. The one that always comes on my face like this... he... he always comes so much... I think its Stan..."

I listened in fascination to Gina's strained voice as she tried to answer her husband's inquiries. She seemed about to break into a sob. I was having a difficult time believing that she was really enjoying her role in this strange theater in the round.

"There was another one before him... soon after you left me here. I... I don't know who he was... "

" And tell me about him," Walter continued the interrogation of his mate.

" He... he came in and studied me for a long time... walked around me... You know how they do... He told me to get up on my feet, that... that he wanted to use me in the ass. Walter, I stood and bent over for him... it was hard for me to do with this... this thing inside of me... it hurt. But I got up and bent over for him and then he found the plug... the plug in my ass. He asked me if you put it there and I told him that you had... He... he said it should stay there then... I... told him... I told him that it was OK... that he could take it out but he wouldn't do it. He put me back down on my knees and... and I sucked him. Then he left."

" And you don't know who he was, Gina?"

" No... Walter, you have so many of them coming here now... I... I don't even know their names... or who they are... "

" When you sucked him off, did he come in your mouth?"

" Yes... you know they almost always do..."

" Did you swallow his cum?"

" Yes... yes... you know I do that for your visitors... I... I know that's what you expect of me... "

Out in the corridor I listened to this ongoing interrogation of poor Gina. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This man had such control over his wife that he had her sucking off all of his friends for him. And Gina, she was actually doing this while tied naked in the basement on her knees. This is how she spent her home life, tied in bondage and enduring sexual servitude for her husband?

The part about the butt plug interested me. As Walt questioned his tethered wife, I paced around the dimly lit corridor to one of the chamber's rear windows where I could

get a good view from behind the kneeling blonde. I had not viewed Gina's ass yet, and there, just as she had complained, I could see clearly protruding from her heart shaped ass the end of a plug that was inserted up into her asshole. I was familiar with these devises, I had seen them for sale at the sex shops. The wedge shaped plugs narrow at the base so that the sphincter ring grips the thing tightly and holds it, voluntarily or not, deep inside of the rectum. The flat base of the plug flares out again, to prevent the thing from slipping up inside of the wearer's bowels completely. I know these anal devices come in various sizes and, from the looks of the flared end that stuck out of Gina's anus, this plug was a big one. I wondered how deeply the devise penetrated Gina's entrails.

" Gina, " the dialog continued inside the chamber as I watched from the rear window. " I have brought another visitor for you tonight."

From behind I could see Gina's head drop. Her long blonde hair fanned across her shoulders and her body hunched forward. She hung from her thin wrists, seemingly drained of all will to continue this game. I wished that I could see the expression on her face and I started to hurry around to a window in the front of the chamber, but something else caught my eye. As her body sagged forward, the light more brightly illuminated her smooth backside and I noticed the faint crisscross of marks. She had been whipped. The marks were fading, but unmistakable. My heart pounded harder. Our lovely blonde from the office was a true submissive, a masochist. So this was her life. Sucking and swallowing from the balls of her husband's friends and acquaintances. Accommodating large anal devices deep inside her ass for hours at a time. And enduring lashes from her husband's whip. The tinge of pity that I briefly felt for Gina paled quickly, overcome by the lust that pulsed through my veins.

Walter paced around his kneeling, naked wife. He allowed his erect penis to protrude through the robe that he wore and he unabashedly fondled himself as he circled her. I hurried to a small window toward the front of the chamber where I could watch this man abuse Gina from a frontal perspective.

" Our new guest is here now, watching us through the windows from the corridor," Walt continued his oration directed to his tethered spouse, " he has never visited us before, Gina. I don't think that he could even begin to guess what a slut you are. I want you to show him what you do for me... how you spend long evenings down here in your little chamber... waiting for me... waiting for my guests... your unquenchable passion dripping between your legs... your dirty, unfaithful cunt craving the next cock that will enter your little chamber of lust. Go on now... show him what a hopeless whore you are... please me now... please me..."

I watched in amazement as Walter belittled his wife. I could not help but stroke my own cock as I watched our enigmatic office girl grovel beneath her husband. Gina, her large breasts swinging seductively each time she moved or shifted on her knees, listened to her husband's commands with her head slightly bowed toward the floor, her eyes staring downward blankly, her delicate fingers clutching the chains that pulled her arms up over her pretty, blonde head.

Walter said nothing more as he pulled his robe up around his waist, exposing himself completely below his trim belly. His organ jutted straight out from his hairy crotch and pointed directly into his wife's face. He shifted forward until his cock was only inches from Gina's mouth and his kneeling wife parted her lips and craned her neck forward to suck the purple head of his prick into her mouth. The luscious blonde leaned forward, her arms pulling against her chains overhead, and slipped her wet lips around the end of her husband's erection. Walter let her suck his bulbous cock head for a long moment, making her struggle against her chains to get to his cock with her lips and tongue.

I could not believe what I was watching. I was about to lose my load watching our beautiful office girl on her knees sucking her husband's cock in such a debasing, degrading manner. I glanced down in the dim light of the corridor. My cock was oozing a copious discharge of presemenal fluids. For the first time I noticed that the wall below the little window was covered with a wide sheet of plexiglass. As I struggled to refrain from handling my excited organ, the purpose of this "splatter guard" was obvious. In fact, I could see that I had already soiled the surface of the plexiglass wall protector near the end of my cock. A thin line of my clear fluids glistened wetly upon the surface in the shadows of the corridor, having been slung there as I stroked myself behind the mirrored glass of Gina's chamber.

I peered once more at the erotic show taking place inside the chamber. Walt gasped as his wife's lips and tongue bathed the head of his cock. I had never watched

such an erotic sight. Gina's full breasts swung like heavy udders beneath her tautly chained arms as she leaned forward in her effort to tend her husband's cock and balls. Her lips slipped wetly around the head of his organ and saliva dripped from her chin. She sucked with her eyes open, seeming to stare blankly into his tangled pubic hair

as she serviced him. Her long blonde hair fell across her naked shoulders, a silky adornment to her sweaty nakedness, golden and glistening beneath the track lights in

the chamber.

Suddenly Walter withdrew his cock from his wife's sucking mouth. He did it so abruptly that Gina's mouth made a loud slurping noise when the organ exited her lips. I could hear the immodest slurp clearly through the sound system piping their every grunt and groan out into the corridor where I stood watching.

Gina made a guttural whining noise, not a protest but, perhaps, a mild, whining complaint as her husband suddenly turned in front of her and presented her with his bare backside. The little blonde raised her face to greet her husband's ass as he backed up against her and opened his stance, allowing his buttocks to spread somewhat and give his wife access to perform her next chore. I watched in fascination as poor Gina looked down toward her own nakedness for a brief moment, took a deep breath, then sank her beautiful face into the dank furrow of her husband's ass and began to lick her tongue and lips up and down the hairy split. Her long blonde hair brushed against the backs of his pale thighs and I imagined her tongue slipping and darting into his sphincter.

" That's it... that's a girl... push your tongue inside... that's right... probe inside me... yeah, bitch... fuck me with your tongue... deep... deeper... yeah... that's my slut of a wife... "

Walter was obviously enjoying this service from his wife, who labored to please him on her knees. He turned his face and peered over his shoulder to his wife kneeling behind him, her tongue flicking inside of his anus. The man stroked himself, his cock standing out in front, well coated with Gina's saliva. Behind him, poor Gina suddenly coughed, then gagged, and her naked body convulsed. Her magnificent tits bounced and swayed and I thought that she was going to vomit. Her saliva, surely tainted with the flavors of her husband's rectum, was smeared around her mouth as she turned her contorted face away from her degrading task. Tears ran down her face. She gagged again and her belly heaved dryly. She coughed and gasped for a breath, then let out a pathetic sounding groan.

Walt spun to face his wife. He let his robe drop down to his thighs but his erection still stuck out obscenely in the front. As he towered over his cringing wife, he pulled the front of his robe open and, to my surprise, he quickly withdrew a thin metallic crop. The thing looked as if it could cut right through Gina's tender flesh. He swished it in front of him, cutting the air with the terrible instrument, the tip of the crop barely

missing the wide nipples at the tip of his wife's swinging breasts.

" You little bitch! You gag in revulsion as you tongue me! You didn't gag with your... your ... group of pimps at that motel... "

" Oh, god... pleeaase Walt... " little Gina sobbed upon her knees, " please don't talk about that movie. Please don't whip me with that... please... "

Walter paced sharply around his kneeling wife. He paused for a long moment and looked at her smooth, fleshy backside with the end of the thick anal plug sticking out of her tender anus. He briefly studied her ass, then above to her smooth back partially covered with her flowing blonde hair, then back down to her fine buttocks.

" Baby... please don't whip me with that thing... please don't... pleeaasse!"

Gina twisted on her knees. Her hands clutched the chains just above the cuffs on her wrists. Her delicious body writhed beneath the illumination of the track lights that surrounded her. She bit her lower lip in anticipation of the punishment that she was about to receive from her sadistic husband.

Walter hesitated behind her, his arm out to the side, prepared to deliver the first cutting blow to his beautiful wife's smooth ass. His cock stood out fully engorged through the open front of his robe, glistening with his wife's saliva, a obscene string of clear fluid swinging wetly from the purple head.

Suddenly his arm dropped sharply and the metal crop cut into little Gina's right buttock. Her scream resounded from the hexagonal chamber. Walter followed up his first blow with an immediate backhanded blow, applying the metal whip smartly across his wife's other buttock. Gina sobbed and toppled forward, twisting her torso and somehow expelling the anal plug from her ass as she convulsed from the blow , her entire body tensed as the searing pain coursed through her being. The crude anal devise plopped onto the carpet behind her, glistening with oily lubricant, and appeared longer and thicker than I had imagined. Two thin, scarlet stripes appeared immediately, one on each side of her succulent, heart shaped ass.

" Ohhh... god... baby... " Gina was sobbing, " no more... please... no..."

Walter stepped to the left and brought his right arm down again. The metal crop landed squarely across the bottom of his wife's round ass and the petite nudity arched her blonde head far back, then toppled forward again, swinging from the chains by her arms and sobbing. She trembled visibly from the punishment administered by her husband.

Gina's head sagged downward and her upper torso swung forward, her arms pulled straight up over her head. The poor young woman looked toward the floor and cried out, overcome by the blistering pain. Dangling by her wrists in this position caused her large, hanging breasts to swing below her chest and, I couldn't help but think, made them a delicious target for Walter's whip. I watched the duo intently, incredulous that I was actually witnessing the humiliating subjugation of this beautiful girl from our office. I had never witnessed the abuse of a naked woman and I had to force myself not to fondle my throbbing erection as I peered through the one way glass from the dimly lit corridor. My heart was pounding with sexual excitement. One touch of poor Gina's tongue to the underside of my cock at that moment would have instantly brought me to a climax.

Walter dropped the metal whip and quickly stepped around his whimpering woman. He pulled her face up into position by placing his hands on each side of her blonde head and lifting until her mouth was just the right height, then he stepped forward and, ignoring her whimpers, he shoved his angry, dripping cock into her mouth. Gina shifted her knees back into place beneath her as her husband began to fuck her mouth passionately. The disheveled blonde, her face wet with tears of pain, pressed her lips around the throbbing shaft that filled her mouth and struggled to breathe as she struggled to please her husband's swollen penis.

" Here, bitch... you want to gag on something, I'll give you something to choke on... suck it... suck it... "

I could hear them clearly in the corridor, Walter's taunts, Gina's sucking sounds and soft moans as she struggled to breathe and suck simultaneously.

" Mmmpphh... mmmpphh... mmmpphh... "

Walter shoved his hips forward and drove his erection to the hilt into his distressed wife's throat. Her nose was buried in his sweaty mat of pubic hair, his balls hung against her wet chin, his thighs mashed her heavy tits into her rib cage, and his penis pushed deep into her throat.

" Gag on that, bitch... Gag on that for a while... "

Gina's entire body jerked in an involuntary attempt to repel the intruding shaft from her throat but she did not attempt to pull her head back. She dutifully kept her forehead pressed into her husband's lower belly, her mouth and gullet filled with his cock. As she forced herself to overcome her own gag reflexes, thick, mascara stained tears rolled from her eyes.

Walter forced her to remain nearly motionless in this position for what seemed like nearly a minute. Gina's body trembled and jerked with the engorged penis planted down her throat. Her face, what little I could see of it behind her long, blonde hair, looked very red. Tears from her eyes dripped and ran into her husband's mass of curly hairs. It was clear to me that the poor girl could not breath.

Finally, Walt pulled away with his hips and withdrew from his wife's mouth for a brief moment, giving her barely enough respite to gasp for a breath of air, then he resumed

his usage of her lips and tongue by sliding his cock head in and out of mouth. Poor Gina panted and her body heaved in need of oxygen as she held her wet lips apart for her husband and alternately sucked and licked the end of his penis as it slipped in and out. Walter drove deep into his wife's throat once more, then slowly pulled back, relishing the feel of his groveling wife's sucking lips sliding along his acutely sensitized organ. He repeated this several times, plowing deep into her throat with the head of his bloated organ, then slowly withdrawing as Gina worked the bottom of his cock with her tongue until the tip of his penis twitched between her lips and she had to flick out with the tip of her tongue to work that sensitive spot on the underside of her husband's erection.

I watched in deep fascination; a freshly whipped woman, her arms pulled up over her head with chains, laboring in obvious discomfort upon her knees to serve her

husband and to please his bloated cock. I wondered how much longer this bondage show was going to last. I wondered how much longer I could possibly refrain from coming myself as I watched through the window. I turned away and peered down the dim corridor and took several deep breaths and tried to calm my racing pulse.

When I looked back inside of the chamber, Walter had withdrawn his glistening cock from Gina's mouth and he was holding his throbbing organ steady near its base. Little Gina craned her neck and upper body forward, her jaw dropped wide open, her sopping lips undulating in a wide O shape around the tip of her husband's cock. Her large breasts swung freely, dripping with sweat, her wide, erect nipples grazing the hairy flesh of her husband's thighs as the twin globes swung seductively.

Gina strained against the chains that held her wrists over her head and reached forward with her mouth. I heard Walter groan loudly and utter something that I didn't quite understand. I saw Walt's prick pulse once, then again, and I saw a thick gush of sperm spurt into Gina's open mouth, then her lips closed around the end of the spewing organ and she frantically worked her lips up and down the pulsing cock head, swallowing spurts of semen as her husband moaned in pleasure.

I could not see Gina's throat because of her long, blonde hair, but she was obviously gulping urgently to ingest the sperm that was gushing into her mouth. She performed this part of her task with her eyes half open, an almost dreamy look coming over her as she serviced her husband's organ. Her nostrils flared between gulps and her pretty face bobbed rhythmically on the end of the erection. Her body seemed suddenly to wash with droplets of perspiration and the sounds that I could hear

coming from her throat sounded like the abandoned, wonton groans of a woman deep in the delirium of passion.

I forced myself to step away from the viewing window. The scene inside was so arousing to me that I was sure I would lose control if I continued to watch. I had never seen a woman so dominated and demeaned and I had learned how thrilling a spectacle it is to witness. I paced around the circular corridor that encircled the hexagonal chamber, peeping in briefly through each little viewing window as I passed. Gina had succeeded in giving her husband's penis its pleasure and was now licking the sagging organ, cleaning him with her tongue. From one of the rear windows I watched as Gina's blonde head twisted from side to side at her husband's lower belly as she bathed his sex with her mouth and tongue. My eyes fell to her perfectly shaped ass. Three distinct scarlet welts marked her bottom where her husband had whipped her, raised and sore looking.

I moved to a window near the entrance of the chamber and eagerly peered inside to find Walter placing a blindfold of black cloth around little Gina's blonde head. Walter stepped behind her and tied the swath of cloth in a knot at the back while I enjoyed a most pleasing frontal view of his wife. Her breasts swung seductively, her body glistened with perspiration. My gaze fell to her groin and I could plainly observe her clitoris, swollen and reddened with need. The chamber's lighting caused distinct rivulets of her juices to glisten against the softness of her inner thighs.

" My friend," Walter suddenly spoke to me from inside the chamber, " perhaps you would like to join us now. Don't forget to put on your leather hood."

Walt's invitation was piped into the hallway through the microphone system. My heart thumped wildly with sexual excitement. I pulled the grotesque leather hood over my face and, with my robe standing out like a tent in front, I rather bashfully entered the chamber where Gina whimpered, chained and blindfolded, at her husband's feet.