BUY ONE, GET ONE FREE
As my eyes slowly opened, and my body returned into the condition of full consciousness, I became aware that all was not well. For I was lying upon a bed, one that was definitely not my own. For one thing since when had I bought and possessed a bedsheet made from the purest shimming satin, as was the one that I currently residing upon, delighting upon its sensational feel against the skin of my body? However, it was when I tried to rise, with the intention of leaving this strange, if somewhat luxurious, piece of furniture, that the true predicament of my present situation became clear to me.
Firstly, I wasn’t just lying upon this bed, I utterly belonged to it. For my body was in a fully spread-eagled form, I was completely stretched out. And around both of my wrists and my ankles was a full loop of bondage tie, the other end of which was fastened to the solid and secure corner posts of this bed. And whoever had performed this action sure knew their business alright, each one of these bonds was utterly inescapable, but on the other hand not too tight, or dangerous at all. A quick tug upon them soon confirmed in my mind the absolute supreme level of their security, and that I wouldn’t be able to slip free of them without outside assistance.
But that wasn’t all. I was virtually naked, in particular my nether region, which was completely exposed. And the few items of clothing that I did find myself adorned in most certainly were not my own, I didn’t even possess a lacy suspender belt and set of very sheer nylon stockings! Yes, that it is just what my captor, or captors, had dressed me in! But who was this person, or people perhaps, beginning to take slight reassurance in the fact that because they had placed my legs into items of female lingerie, it did suggest that they were of that gender?
At least the identity of my captor, or captors as it turned out, was one question that didn’t remain unanswered for too long after I came to, in fact I had been under oral observation all of the time whilst I’d been in the ‘land of nod,’ one of those ‘baby monitors’ that hadn’t been used for quite a few years. I heard a key turn in the door lock, blimey as well as tying me to this bed they had locked me in this room, and in walked a trio of ladies, somewhat older than me appearing to be roughly mum’s age, all of whom I recognised.
Yes, I knew them all, if not intimately, they were mum’s partners in the bridge club that she was a member of. Finally, one of them, who appeared to be the one in command here, spoke. “Hello there, surprised to be here? Very much putty within our hands.”
“Yes, Mrs Leadbetter. I guess that you could say that.” Again, tugging uselessly against the bonds that held me to the bed, like I say bonds that had been applied by somebody who knew what they were doing. “Perhaps either you or one of your companions could explain to me just what is going on here? Why am I tied to this, what I guess is your, bed, and dressed just like this? And is mum aware of what’s happening here?”
“Firstly, Mrs Leadbetter does sound a little too formal, please call me Maddy, after all we are going to be frantically shagging each other soon, with your mother’s full knowledge and agreement. You see Janice,” my mum, “has to learn just how to handle her booze. She drank a little bit too much wine last night and therefore lost the wager between us on that last rubber. With you being our prize. We get to have you as our sex slave today, and boy, are we now going to have sex! And, tied securely to my bed, yes, this is very much my house, you’re not exactly in any position to deny us our just deserts, are you?”
“I suppose not, Mrs Lead… sorry I mean Maddy. Old habits don’t die easily.”
“Totally understandable Darling, no they don’t.” She sat herself down on the edge of the bed, looking me straight into my eyes, whilst one of her hands began to stroke my nylon coated leg, an action that began to provoke a far from unpleasant stirring within a certain part of my anatomy, despite the fact that she was at least twice my age. “And I completely forgive you. Mind you, in turn, I do apologise for the fact that our agreement was reached without your say so, you now being an adult in the eyes of the law but never mind. I’ve wanted to have you for quite some time and last night Janice’s inebriation gave me the opportunity I’ve been waiting for! And not just me, Lucy and Sandy will be joining in too. I fully realise that we’re much older than you, but the prospect isn’t so scary, is it Darling?” Smiling at me, a really dirty smile, full of total lust and desire!
To be honest no, being ravished by these three ladies wasn’t the worst immediate future I could envisage. Although just like my mother, all of them were now comfortably in their forties, as opposed to the nineteen-year-old me, none of them had left themselves go, they were all still in good shape, possessing a reasonable amount of sex appeal. In a way they accurately represented the typical middle-aged woman of their social class, each married to a successful man, one in a senior position within their employment with the corresponding high salary level to match, much to their wives’ delight. What said spouses did not find so agreeable was that as their husbands’ earning power had risen, so too had their interest in the ‘pleasures of the flesh’ descended, at an almost opposite magnitude. So, what we had here was four sex-starved females, although in my mother’s case she had been widowed young, my late father having recently suffered a fatal cardiac arrest, but before that tragedy he had been very much in the same mould of her friend’s partners. Her associates then, were in no mood to turn down a chance, to resist a real possibility of an upturn in their bedroom fortunes.
And my mother was very much a woman of her word. Deliberately plying her with far too much wine, with the three of them themselves having abstained to a large degree, meaning that not only had she lost control of the situation, but she also lost that final rubber, therefore sealing my fate. She had kept her promise despite barely remembering having made it, slipping a little ‘something’ into my breakfast coffee, which I had then drunk unknowingly. Informing Madeline Leadbetter once I had lost consciousness. Who together with Mrs Lucinda Thompson and Mrs Sandra Braithwaite, had come to ‘collect’ me, taking me back to Maddy’s home, stripping me of my own clothing, putting me into some of Maddy’s stockings and suspenders and between them firmly tying me to Maddy’s large and luxurious satin covered bed. The precise situation I had awoke to find myself in, as their helpless captive.
Talking of being suspender clad, all three of my female tormentors were also clad in just that manner, the difference being that instead of a simple belt to hold up their sheer stockings, they were each adorned in a beautiful satin basque, leaving me slightly dis-appointed as it looked like I wouldn’t be chewing any tit nipples it seemed, a particular pleasure of mine. But I sensed that between them I would be fully occupied, and to be honest I was quite excited at the thought. I had no girlfriend in my life, so wouldn’t be betraying anybody, and although older I could feel the smouldering sexually being emitted by these experienced ladies, fully promising a torrid but thoroughly exhilarating time ahead. Anyway, what could I do to thwart them now?
Maddy, who was obviously the ringleader here, then clamped one of her hands around my cock, which had never been so hard in its entire life before. Smiling into my face, she then gently asked me the question. “Ever heard of the expression B.O.G.O.F. Darling?
“Buy one get one free?” I meekly replied, not entirely certain of my answer.
When I was a young man, all my own crushes were for women older (and more mature) than me; being at the mercy of three at the very same time would have been a wild fantasy come true.
Love to be tied-up, gagged and tickled ! 
