Elle

Wordlessly J turned D around full circle so everybody in the room could see his wife naked from all angles. But unlike what he instigated with Elle, no-one was invited forward to examine her more closely. J simply turned D to the rack and using the straps provided attached her, her legs spread wide at the base. He then left her and went to the selection of whips and other flogging instruments. He selected what appeared to Elle to be a riding crop, though it was much longer than the ones she had seen used in equestrian events.

J returned to where D was bound to the rack. Holding the crop in his left hand he used his right to reach between D's legs and cradle her cunt. Elle could clearly see his middle finger gentle massaging the hairless slit.

"How many?" he whispered into her ear, but loud enough for all to hear.

"None, Master...please."

J pulled back. He switched the crop from his left hand to the right and brought the crop down in swing arc across both buttocks of D's arse.

"How many?" he repeated.

"Twenty," she said.

D wasn't the only submissive whipped that night. Nearly all were, using various instruments from the wall. Some replaced D on the rack, others hung from the ceiling ropes. The hanging sex cradle was used a couple of times and one sub was forced to suck multiple cocks including, twice, two at the same time.

But M took no part in it. He stayed with Elle at his feet. Just watching. Now and again he would reach into her dress and pull out of her bra a breast he would fondle and then return. One time he asked Elle to suck his cock, which she did until he climaxed. But for the most part they were passive observers and, except for the extraordinary events unfolding around them, they could have been back at Elle's home watching television.

The ride home was mostly in silence. M asked if she was okay. She replied, "Yes, Master." She saw him smile and his left hand reached over and went under her dress. She wondered where her panties and pantyhose were. She hoped M had them. Hoped he would keep them.

She would like that.

The home was warm and inviting when they reached it. M closed the door behind them. Leaving her in the lounge, he went into the kitchen and poured drinks: his second for the night, her first. He handed Elle her drink, then sat on the couch motioning her to sit on the floor beside him. He began to stroke her hair. He said nothing. He seemed relaxed. Even serene. Elle's thoughts, however, were in turmoil as it they relived the night's events. She had been displayed naked from the waist, fingered, probed and licked. She had been whipped, and then suffered the worst indignity of the night: being mouth-fucked by multiple cocks. All for the pleasure of M. Or was she being fully truthful? Was it, after all, for her pleasure, as well?

Why hadn't she used the safe-word M had given her?

With a start, she realised she was still wearing her collar. M had not removed it. Had he also forgotten it was there? Elle had to know.

"Master?"

"Yes, Elle?"

"What is to happen now?"

"What would you like to happen?"

Elle hesitated.

"I would like you to take my collar off, Master. Then take me to your bed and fuck me in any manner you like. But to allow me to stay until you wish me to leave."

"You would like that?"

"Yes...Master."

M placed his drink on the coffee table.

"I think we can do that. In fact, I think I would rather like that. But, first..."

"Yes, Master?"

"First, I want you to go over to the dining room table and bend over."

The End.