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"No, not often," I replied. I was not lying, but not volunteering the complete truth, either.

"So why were you there tonight? You do know that bar is a very special bar, don't you?" Betty's tone of voice maintained that semblance of disinterest, but something told me it was no longer the time for being coy.

"I was there to meet a woman," I offered, my voice tight and guarded, "and yes, it is clear to me now how special a place Secrets really is ... "

"Did that woman tell you to meet her there, or was the meeting your idea?" There was a shift in Betty's tone, so that I could tell the question meant something ... although I knew Betty already knew the answers to her queries, I also knew she was gauging me, getting a sense for how alert and willing I was. She took a hard suck off her smoke, waiting for my answer.

"Yes, it was her idea -- we had met there once before, and that time was her idea also ... "

"You like it when women tell you what to do, don't you, Ra's Elf?" Betty reached across to my lap, unzipping my trousers. In a move that was becoming very familiar to me, she reached in and pulled the elastic band of my briefs away from my belly and tucked it with deft skill under my balls. I sat helpless and exposed.

"My whole desire is to serve the wishes of the female who has found me," I blurted, losing all sense of caution. I knew that Betty already knew more about me than I knew myself. I was ready to surrender every last trace of my presumed male pride -- I felt a great sense of relief at having confessed my willingness, and I waited with bated breath to hear what Betty's response would be. My loosed cock swelled in anticipation, bobbing eagerly.

Betty rewarded me by snapping my exposed balls with her fingers. Tears sprang to my eyes ...

"I don't care about your stiff prick, you bastard," Betty spat, "I will fuck you, and I will beat you, and you are going to be a toy for me and my friends. Do you understand me?"

At once fearful but deeply thrilled, even eager, I felt the pain of her snap keenly as my cock commenced to lose its proud swagger. I realized that it was of no interest to Betty. Although my balls still stung from her snap, I knew the quick smart of that snap was but an introductory gesture, that Betty had other humiliations in mind. I lowered my head to my chest and closed my eyes and listened to the roar of her pick-up's engine as we climbed the hill above Secrets.

"I am whatever you want me to be," I murmured, from the bottom of my being, "and I pray only that the toy you turn me into gives you and your friends every pleasure ... "

"You'll be on your knees, Ra's Elf, but it won't be for praying! And yes, you will give us every pleasure, indeed."

We pulled into a driveway finally. "Welcome to Melannie's Playhouse, Ra's Elf ... this place is famous in certain select circles. It's where the Secrets gals bring their special toys, the ones that qualify for special attention."

I followed Betty through the front door, my privates still stuck out from my unzipped trousers, forced outwards by the way the band of my briefs pulled upwards from under my balls. As I stepped through the doorway, something told me to be very cautious and respectful -- I sank to my knees just inside the door, awaiting Betty's whim.

In the dim light of the front room Betty dropped her overcoat and stepped out of her slacks, pulling her sweater over her head simultaneously. She was naked so fast my jaw dropped.

Betty crossed the room to another door, opened it, and reached inside to flick on the light. Through that door I could make out a mirror on the far wall. In the front room where I knelt I could see a series of large and well-executed drawings along the walls. They depicted scenes of worship, and humiliating male bondage. Betty turned and motioned for me to come to her.

On my knees I went to Betty. I stopped beneath her, staring up at her form -- she was as magnificent as I remembered, yet naked she was more, much more. Her breasts were heavy but firm, rising out from her chest above me, their nipples dark and wide and erect. Her belly was not flat, nor was it fat -- it was substantial and strong, the belly of a woman of appetite who yet controlled her appetites ... her navel was deep and mysterious, inviting. Her pussy's bush was very lushly overgrown, the blond curly fleece catching glints of light, but in their lower shadows I could see the alluring thickness of her mound, the deep crease between the lips. Tiny sparkles of light glistened there in her crease, and I knew she was wet with anticipation. Her thighs were very strong looking, thick and powerful. Athletic even. I shuddered at the thought of the power those thighs bespoke.

Out of nowhere came Betty's strong hand, and her slap was both stronger than Melannie's and more proprietary than Marilyn's had been, and it made a sound that echo'd off the walls ... my head and ears rang with the surprise of her action. Dizziness overwhelmed me. The shudder of surprise shook me to the soles of my feet. I waited for her to render another blow, but none came, and hot eager tears streamed down my face.

Without a word, Betty turned her hips to me and backed them toward my wet face. As extraordinary as her breasts, belly, pussy, and thighs had been, Betty's buttocks were not the end but actually the beginnings and the continuance, wide and unblemished, the firm girth of each cheek smooth and full, the deep dark divide between them at once forbidding and irresistible -- they were the promise of knowledge and the denial of mercy, they were everything that a sap such as myself could ever know or would even want to know. I craned my neck, lifting my face to meet them.

Betty's buttocks engulfed me. I opened my mouth wide and extended my tongue fully into their engulfing surround. Her inner cheeks smelled of sexual heat and fundamental encouragement, and I pressed against their descent hungrily, lapping into her deep divide, seeking the tensed bud of her bottom's promise. She arched her back so that her ass was all I could tell of all she proposed -- I licked and sucked and tongued, and I felt her sphincter relax and take in my tongue's probing tip. Her asshole nibbled on my tongue, taking it in, sucking me deeper ...

As I worshipped Betty's ass, someone was stripping my clothes off, but I was so intoxicated by tongue-fucking Betty's butt that I did not pause while the stripping continued. My shoes and socks and trousers and briefs were gone and all I was wearing was a shirt when Betty finally pulled away. With my hands still bound behind me I watched Betty walk on deeper into the room, the cheeks of her ass rolling proudly. Then I felt cold metal against the flesh of my back and heard the taut bite as scissors cleaved the shirt off my back ... with the exception of the binding at my wrists, I was now naked.

As Betty's form grew smaller I could see into the room. It was a place of theatrical dimensions, with mirrors on every wall and also up on the ceiling. In the middle of the room the floor was recessed, and around along the edge of that recess several chairs were arranged. Betty waved for me to advance and I entered the room slowly, glancing up at the strange and compelling drawings as I went, still on my knees.

Entering the far room, I saw myself over in the mirror -- one side of my face was reddened, and my flaccid cock slapped from side to side as I clumsily came forward.

In one of the chairs sat a familiar figure -- Marilyn! She was wearing a loose robe that was spread open, and she sat with her arms outspread on each of the adjoining chairs. She was in a posture of waiting, and her face was turned past us, staring at something behind us ... thru the mirror I could see three naked men there, their wrists and ankles outstretched and fastened to restraints on the wall.

An older woman came to sit, apparently the one who had stripped me, her immense buttocks spilling off to either side of the chair -- she, too, was naked, and when she turned to stare at my unsturdy posture on my knees she showed no emotion at all. In her hand she held a remote control, which she lifted and pointed at the three naked men.

When I looked back at the three hanging guys I saw the most remarkable thing: one by one they began moving their hips and twisting and flexing their abdominals in a strange tortured mime of dancing, and then, in the weirdest sequence, their three soft cocks, one after the other, slowly lifted into full erections!

Marilyn broke into applause, as did Betty. "How droll!" Marilyn crowed delightedly.

"Those powerfully vibrating butt plugs, activated by remote, were Aunt Em's idea," Betty said. "Say hello to Aunt Em, Ra's Elf." I looked into the cold eyes of the older woman with the remote in her hand and told her that I was honored to meet her. In response, the tiniest glimmer of life flickered deep in her cold, distracted eyes.

"Aunt Em stays here, she's kind of the caretaker, I suppose, but the care she takes will take your breath away. Aunt Em likes to see if she can find ways to keep our boy toys on their toes ... finds new uses for them."

It became evident that Auntie could increase the power of the butt plugs' vibrations because the twisty gyrations of the imprisoned men grew more vigorous suddenly. Betty came up behind me and untied my hands. She held small shallow pan out to me: "Melannie told me about your swamper experience, Ra's Elf ... go over there now and catch their cum in this little foot pan for me."

All three men were sweating profusely and breathing hard. Their writhing motions were so vigorous that the only way I was going to be able to catch their spurting cum in the pan was if I took hold of their cocks as they came. I had never held a man's ejaculating cock in my hands before and the sensation was extraordinary, at once ghastly and fascinating, as one by one I aimed their helplessly emptying tools into the pan. Each of them groaned and gasped as their juices spasmed forth, impacting the shallow pan audibly ... their orgasms were extraordinarily protracted and great amounts of cream shot forth, no doubt due to the extraprdomary revved power of the fiendish gizmos jammed up into their asses.

And then Auntie cut the power and all three men sagged in their traces, their pricks immediately drooping. Auntie Em came up and moved me aside, getting on her knees and cleaning the remains of cum from their softened cocks with her lips.

"Auntie gets all the spent leftovers ... its something she likes and what the hell," Betty sighed, as I returned to her and resumed my posture on my knees, the now full pan in my hands. "By the time the sun comes up, you're going to be one of Aunt Em's spent leftovers. But I should warn you -- Auntie's kind of picky ... she kind of likes her leftovers still quivering on the plate, if you get my drift."

I shuddered at Betty's lurid suggestion, but, unaccountably, my own cock had already begun to rise ... I glanced over at Auntie's form where she continued lapping at the sad cocks of the men hanging there. I glanced at Marilyn and she too was watching Auntie. Marilyn's hand was down between her thighs.

"Set the pan on the floor, Ra's Elf." Betty put a foot into the pan, spreading her toes. Her foot was sopping with cum when she removed it. "I need a good foot massage ... " With both hands on Betty's cum-smeared foot, I kneaded her greased flesh carefully, staring up at her closed eyes.

After a spell, she lifted her foot higher, away from my hands, towards my face. I took her slippery toes into my mouth one by one ... I ran my tongue slowly between them, then pressed the flat of my tongue all around the rest of her foot, thoroughly lapping the cream. All the while, my erection grew ever more aroused. When Betty lowered her now well-massaged and totally cleaned foot to the floor, I got to repeat the entire choreography with her other foot. I must admit, Betty had lovely feet. It was my great honor to give her pleasure in this humble, adorational manner. The cum residue of the three men was smeared on my hands and face as I remained upon my knees. I dropped my head and stared toward the floor, waiting. With eyes downcast, I stared down onto my neglected male pride, at how it bobbed up at me in low eagerness ... as I looked at it, a slow wee dab of clear fluid emerged from its flared head.

Although Marilyn was older and heavier than Betty, she was still a totally magnificent figure of a woman, and it took my breath away to look up at her. She had come to replace Betty, who had taken a seat. Even Aunt Em was back in a chair now. The men still hung motionless, seemingly unconscious. The room was silent.

Marilyn's dark wide nipples were rigid and erect above me as she dipped her foot into the pan. She wiggled her toes in my mouth as I sucked each one clean. And as I finished taking the last of the cum from between the toes of her second foot, I felt someone take hold of my buttocks, rolling them vigorously in a two-handed grip.

"I see you gals started without me!" barked Melannie. Her breasts spilled to either side of the back of my neck as she continued manually assaulting my ass-cheeks.

"Oh I've been looking forward to getting at these!" Her fingers spread my lowermost cheeks forcefully and then a thumb sank its way upinto my anus. I arched my back into her violation and she grabbed hold of my balls with her other hand.

"Well now," she coo'd into my ear, "got some fat balls, don't we?" Her grip on my sac tightened painfully as she jammed her thumb as high into my ass as it would go. I spread my knees on the floor as widely as I could and sank myself lower onto her invasive probing, and it made Melannie laugh.

"Those balls are gonna stay fat, Ra's Elf, cause Momma's gonna play ass games for awhile." She yanked her thumb out of my butt and replaced it quickly with the head of a dildo ... Marilyn had taken a chair with the others and now Melannie was using the dildo as a guide-prod to move me forward, down into the recessed area in the middle of the room. A low pommel was sitting in the center of the recess and Melannie steered me squarely onto it, bending me over it so that my ass, the dildo still in it, was spread high. Fat ol' Aunt Em had come down into the recess to assist Melannie and it was Auntie who secured my ankles and wrists to the bottom sides of the pommel. Before Auntie climbed out of the pit she tied a chord tightly around the base of my cock and balls, preventing me from losing my erection but also preventing me from any ejaculations. My position was such that I could see back under the pommel, between my spread legs, to where Melannie stood in that familiar posture, her own legs spread and her hands on her hips ... jutting out from Melannie's loins was an enormous transparent strap-on, thick as my wrist.

Melannie had a long slender switch in one hand and she put it to immediate use, stinging my lower cheeks and exposed balls with a series of well-aimed snaps that caused me to cry out. "Gots to warm up the lockbox, buddy." She then came to stand close to my wounded butt, lowering herself slightly and bringing the huge transparent dildo within range of my upside-down face.

"The more spit you get on my dick the easier it'll go in you, old sport," she urged, and I opened my mouth to receive the tool that would soon lay waste to my ass. As I sucked the big strap-on, Melannie commenced slapping my butt-cheeks with gusto, whacking away merrily, calling up to the gals in the chairs, "Don't get too comfortable up there, girls -- your turn's coming!"

I groaned as Melannie entered me, and moaned as she began her strokes. She held me by my hips as she drove the monster deeper and deeper, filling me beyond my sense of my own capacity, and the pommel strained and creaked with the rhythm of her thrusts. I lost all sense of anything but Melannie's pile-driving force, and my whole being seemed to merge with her motion. If I could have spread myself wider I would have ... had I not been bound, I'd’ve welcomed Melannie's assaultive forward strokes with backward thrusting strokes of my own ... tears rained freely from my eyes and it was not possible to tell whether they were tears of outrage, or tears of gratitude. Lost to the reaming swing of the strap-on's relentless to and fro, I was impaled and enslaved so willingly and wholeheartedly that when Melannie finally pulled the thing out of me and backed away, my core felt so abandoned that now my tears were most definitely those of one who had been cruelly rejected. I was morose and abject and the cool air upon my uncovered and wounded and now-gaping asshole came as a soothing kiss that I did not welcome. So that when Melannie started in again with the switch, I was glad. Instantly, outrageous pain replaced that kiss of cool air and I felt my anus resume its pucker in self-protective cowering. By force of will, I made my ass relax so that the searing hot pain of Melannie's blows could penetrate deeper into my being.

"This guy's one helluva prize -- best ass in two states! Yeah, he's hotter'n a furnace -- almost makes me wish I had a real cock between my legs just to feel his hot ass burning clamping down on it! He's fired up, girls! Who wants some?!!" They came at me again and again, Melannie, Betty, Marilyn, even old Aunt Em got a turn ... and after what seemed like hours, Em unbound my ankles and wrists and I slid exhausted to the floor. My poor anus was so totally numb I hardly felt it when Em inserted the butt plug. She spread a soothing cream on my bruised and aching ass cheeks and then she took hold of the chord that tethered my cock and balls and she led me, now limping and bow-legged, up out of the recess.

I became the fourth man hung from restraints on the wall. When she took the chord off my privates, my prick immediately dropped into softness. My bruised balls hung low and fat from my belly as I sagged and hung in exhausted compliance and slipped helplessly into unconsciousness.

And I dreamed I was belly-dancing in my restraints, that my swollen cock was spurting with uncontrollable vigor and that there was a great and relentlessly churning turmoil deep in my bowels. Then I awakened and saw a naked man on his knees before me. He held my cock in his hand, and my cock was indeed spurting, aimed into the shallow pan held in his other hand! A round of applause echo'd through the room and I glanced up in alarm ... a crowd of women had turned in our direction, a raucous, clapping coven of them, their large strong bodies naked in their chairs!

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