I had come to that conclusion before he picked up my specialized paddle.
A scant few seconds later I was hanging upside down. I had an excellent view of his pillows on the bed, which just naturally made my harnessed ass face Jason and my paddle as my feet were clipped to one of the numerous rings on the bed posts.
I don't know which of my senses was flooded first. My sense of touch or of sound as he laid one damned hefty swat into my upside down ass. Both were definitely registered, let me tell you, right along with the added sound of me screaming my damned head off as I hung upside down.
If you have never been into the submissive scene, let me tell you that a paddle landed on a leather spread ass crack is quite a sensation. A damned painful one. But then there were compensations.
I came like a banshee with the first landing.
And with each successive one thereafter, too.
I mean, let's face it. My body had absolutely no where to go. I was trapped, strung out, pulled, and squeezed. All I could do was sway a bit with each one landed. Sway and come that is, which is what I did until he finally unhooked my ankles and I again rotated to a somewhat horizontal position hanging from my waist again as I struggled just to breath.
When Jason stood up on the bed behind me and jammed his cock up my spread pussy I even forgot to breath. But I sure as hell didn't forget how to come as his cock was a very firm wedge up my sucking pussy as I rocked back on forth on the rod holding me in place.
His hands dug into her harnessed tits, pinching my rock hard nipples as my pussy pulled him even deeper in me.
God! what a fuck. It was out of this world. The combination of pain, bondage and fucking was devastating on all of my senses. Each sense was totally alive: touch had shattered nerve endings to register, sound was our combined grunts and groans, sight was viewing my bound body, smell encompassed our sweating bodies and sex juices, I even tasted the salt of sweat on my lips. All were registering erotic messages that turned my climax into a multi one that I reveled in with each thrust of his swollen cock into my willing body.
I screamed my damned head off in passion and mixed pain as I hung there. His hands dug into me. His cock pounded. Sweat stung my paddle heated ass. Then he was coming. Filling me to overflowing. Triggering even harder spasms of lust and passion.
With his last spurt of man juice up my very receptive body, Jason pulled away from my hanging body and stepped off the bed.
"Don't go away, I'll be right back."
Right. As if I could go anywhere bound as I was.
Tearing eyes watched his form walk out of the room and on their return trip across the room caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. Jesus Fucking Christ was I ever something to see!
Black leather straps all over me. My hanging hair did little to hide the straps cutting into and separating my bloated boobies. The supporting waist strap looked like it was severing me. The thinner straps going between my legs held my puffy pussy lips wide apart as they did my ass cheeks.
I mean I was totally open in that area that just happened to show ample evidence of recent activity. Then of course there were the straps on my legs and the bands to my ankles holding me to the spreader bar. And a bright red ass trimmed by the straps showed vividly against the whiteness of the rest of my bound form.
Yep, I was quite a sight all right. And raring to go for round two. Or three or twenty.
I wondered where Jason had gone off to, hoping he wouldn't be gone for long as I slowly swayed to my attached rod.
Blowing a strand of hair out of my mouth I heard voices approaching. Recognizing that fact, I gave them my full attention.
"Yes, sir," came a female voice.
"I want to give her a good demonstration of the things we got, for future reference."
"Perfectly understandable, sir."
That voice I recognized as good old Charles, his valet who had paddled my ass on a previous occasion. As the three of them entered the room I recognized Betsy, the maid whose ass Jason had pinched my first night there. Obviously it was going to be a very special night for me.
I smiled at them as they entered. I really couldn't help it. I was too damned excited not to. Maybe I'd get my first, hopefully the first of many, tastes of female loving, along with being double teamed by good old Charles and Jason to boot.
Oh, yea, the possibilities were endless as I swayed before them at the end of Jason's bed locked in my harness.
"Oh my, oh my," came from Betsy as her eyes opened to their widest upon seeing me decked out in my new toy. Her eyes make a quick rotation around my body, stopping for a telling pause at my blistered, strap opened ass. No doubt what captured her attention.
Charles just smiled his enduring smile and let his eyes take of full perusal of all I had to offer. He was well acquainted with my ass from my previous paddling and he nodded his head when he saw it was again well warmed. But he seemed to pay particular attention to my bluish titties as they hung down between the straps.
Oh, yea, the possibilities were endless indeed.
"Hi," I greeted them with a smile. "Come to join the fun?"
"Yes, miss," came from both Betsy and Charles at the same time. Betsy gave me a bobbing curtsy as Charles gave a slight bow in my direction. How about that, I thought, very polite servants.
"Betsy, unpack the rest of the bags and set out our purchases for selection and use," Jason instructed her as he pointed to the bags carried to the room upon arrival earlier.
"Yes, sir. In any particular order, sir?"
"No, random will do for now. When you are finished, please remove your clothing."
"Yes, sir, as you wish."
Those words, spoken by both Jason and Betsy, spoke volumes. What few doubts I had had concerning Jason and Betsy getting it on together were vanished forever.
I couldn't help but smile at that conclusion and the others I was making as Charles began removing his jacket and rolling up his sleeves. Of course he kept his black vest on, which for some reason, excited me like hell.
"I think we should start with an experiment in expansion, don't you Charles," Jason asked as the two of them approached my bound body.
"Of course, sir. The possibilities must be examined. To the fullest, sir?"
"I believe so. After all, we will need the knowledge for future use, won't we."
"Correct, sir. The spreader bar attached to the ceiling for easy accessibility, sir?"
"Sounds reasonable to me. Take care of it, will you?"
"My pleasure, sir."
I was fairly sure what their words entailed but when Charles took a length of rope from a nearby dresser and slid it over a hook in the ceiling about four feet in front of me, I was sure of what was to happen.
A quick loop of the end of the rope slid around the hook and he pulled it snugly. The other end he brought to the spreader bar holding my ankles apart. He looped it over the bar and began to pull. Naturally my feet and body followed as my feet went up and my head went back. The rod behind my back attached to the strap around my waist made me arch as my feet rose higher and higher.
Charles was no slouch. He pulled that damned rope as tight as he could. My feet reached for the ceiling as the rest of my bound body laid over the rod at my back. My head hung down, elbows flopped in the air but my bound wrists to the rod keep them from going far. My strap opened pussy and ass was facing the center of the room as I began to contemplate their words about the experiment in expansion.
My guess?
Soon both pussy and asshole would be introduced to the variety of dildos we had charged to Jason's plastic. Turning my head in Betsy's direction I looked at them lined up across the top of one of the dressers.