Gwen Admits Her Need
Gwen’s face was held firmly between the woman’s legs. Both hands fingers curled into other pussies, and she felt a rigid shaft fucking deep into her own cunt. Not a cock, but a strap-on. A fourth woman. How did she get here? She wasn’t even a lesbian, and yet she had spent hours sexually satisfying women. But at least she wasn’t tied up anymore.
Much earlier that night, everything had seemed normal. Gwen’s husband had taken her to one of the most exclusive restaurants in all of Paris, and therefore the world. This was part of their big trip around Europe, visiting all the great cultural capitals with an eye on a little naughty fun on the way.
He had fucked her hard back in their hotel room after a long day seeing the sights. Then they had made their way to a bijou, but incredibly fancy restaurant. So fancy, you could only go there if you explained in an essay why you felt you qualified to go. You had to apply to eat there! Gwen had found that very funny, but loved the efforts her husband went to, to make everything so special. She would be doing any kind of dirty thing he asked for tonight, she thought, as the first of many tiny courses arrived. She had though, expected those dirty things to be back in their hotel room.
The only other patrons were at a nearby table. Four women in their thirties. All beautiful, all elegant, all very French. Gwen had sat facing them because she didn’t want her poor husband distracted all evening, but soon she found herself looking at them as much as he would have done. Probably more. Dave would have at least been subtle, while Gwen couldn’t help but imagine how such powerful-looking women must dominate the bedroom, or did they all only date men so rich they always got their own way?
The waitresses were the usual young, pretty things, but here they looked like they should be models. Perfect long legs under short skirts. Gwen kicked off a shoe and placed it delicately between Dave’s legs. He was hard for the young beauties. But for whatever reason, she was also soaking wet.
She wriggled her toes and, with practiced skill, made Dave cum in his pants. He leaned into the table to hide his orgasm just as one of the two waitresses came back with another course. Gwen winked at him and ordered another bottle of wine. She was very tipsy now and very horny.
“I think I had better clean myself up,” Dave said with a grin, subtly holding his serviette in the right place as he got up. As soon as he was gone, the women on the other table spoke to her. Dave couldn’t have been that long, but somehow the conversation moved on very fast.
“We here were just discussing our deepest sexual fantasies,” the woman nearest her with black hair and a magnetic aura of glamour and authority that made Gwen wonder if she was famous. “My oldest friend, Agnes, wants her husband to shapeshift into being a wolf and take her in the snow. I think we know what she really means. The youngest of us, Collete, wishes to debase herself in some vile little restroom and kneel by a hole in the wall sucking nasty men off all night, until her belly is full to bursting. Rochelle is very boring and simply wants sex with a woman. Just the once mind, to try it. I was about to tell them mine when I saw you touching your husband with those pretty little feet. I thought you were sure to have a most vivid imagination. I am Nolwenn.”
Nolwenn’s eyes glowed and dug deep into Gwen’s soul. She could not help but answer honestly.
“I, I am, I want,” Gwen trailed off, blushing.
“Take your time, I know it can be hard. Be brave.”
“I want to be used. I want to be made to do things I wouldn’t usually do, wouldn’t want to do. I want to be enslaved to the needs of others. I want to be tied up and made to satisfy the sexual needs of a group.”
“Oh, you would get on well with Colette. Men using women, that’s the easiest fantasy in the world to fulfil.”
“No! Not men,” Gwen burst in, more forthright than she had meant to be. “Women. I want it to be women who use me and break me and find ways to humiliate and take advantage of me.”
Nolwenn laughed and went back to eating and chatting with her friends, ignoring Gwen altogether.
Gwen felt flushed with indignation that she had opened up and then been treated like that. Then her husband sat back down, and she consoled herself with the idea that Nolwenn had seen him come back in and broken their conversation off to save her from having to explain her conversation with the other table.
For much of the rest of the night, she avoided looking at the table of laughing women getting slowly more drunk, and it appeared to her flirting with the sexy waitresses. Finally, with the meal finished, two bottles of wine gone, and a third opened, her husband disappeared to the bathroom again.
Nolwenn took no time in starting up their conversation again, but this time it had nothing to do with sex.
“You are a stranger here, yes?”
“On holiday. I mean a tour. Capitals.” Why was she acting so nervously around these women? They were just the same as anyone else, but the atmosphere in this place gave every word spoken an intensity, every action. She had thought it was simply to do with the quality of the food, the expense, but now she wondered if there was something supernatural about it. After all, it was a very old building and looked it, but not shabby, in fact, gloriously refined.
“Capitals! I see. You are funny. We must show you something then, which few tourists ever get to see. It is one of the oldest unchanged rooms in all of France. Come,”
They all stood, and her friends led the way through a door behind the small bar that Gwen hadn’t noticed.
Nolwenn walked behind her, touching her bottom in a familiar way which normally wouldn’t have registered with Gwen, but this time gave her a jolt of electricity. She was excited to be in her company.
“Mind your head, this was built to hide royalty during the revolution. Hitting their heads was a small price to pay for not losing them! But it is a much older room than that. It has been used for storing smuggled goods, as a prison, and, eventually, with intentional irony, to torture information out of those blue bloods once this place was discovered. It had been made to be perfectly soundproofed, which was rare for that time, too, but helpful for torture, so as not to disturb the neighbours. You will see it still has the horse they were strapped to. Try it.”
Gwen hesitated, taking in the dark mahogany wood that was everywhere, lit only by candles in little alcoves. There were no windows.
“Electricity has never been put in here, so it is as it would have been. Try the horse. See how the rich men and women must have felt knowing their fate was inevitable.”
Another tap on her ass again, a shudder in her pussy, and she was walking forward.
In her elegant black dress, it was difficult to climb on, but by allowing the long slit to expose her thigh, she was able to do it. It was only other women after all, no need to worry about being inappropriate. She lay herself on the old leather cover and could smell its age. Had it not been replaced since some poor man or woman had been hurt so very badly on this thing? Why was she so excited by this? She was mad! Still, she had felt a need to press her pussy into the hard leather. She was very turned on.
“For the full experience, you need to be strapped in properly, as they would have been done. Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt, just a little uncomfortable. We have all done it.”
And with that, the other three women set about pulling her arms and legs straight down the legs of the ‘horse’. Leather straps pulled so tight she was sure her circulation was being cut off. It worked; there was no way she could get out now! How thrilling!
“There is one more thing that’s important, and that is keeping your head in the right position,” and with that, Nolwenn picked up a piece of wood with a little leather on it where it curled inwards and fixed it on either side of Gwen’s head with two shafts that slotted into the horse.
“Lift your head,” Nolwenn said, and Gwen did as she was told, finding her chin resting on the leather. It was uncomfortable, and she couldn’t move at all now, but it was very exciting, although she was already hoping they would soon let her go.
Nolwenn moved around to be right at her head, her crotch at Gwen’s head height. Gwen could smell her. She loved fine wine and gourmet food because her sense of smell was so good, and so she could not mistake the smell of damp, excited pussy, even through the pant suit Nolwenn wore.
She moved away and bent right over to be inches from Gwen’s face. “Now, princess, I still haven’t told you what my fantasy is. I want to tie up some foreign stuck-up bitch and use them all night in whatever way I wish. Ideally with friends. And look what we have here, Gwen? A stupid whore who’s volunteered to be my sex slave. Are you ready to be tortured?”
