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Deirdre Closet
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Closet
by deirdre, 10/1/94
"Sheila?" She didn't answer. I'd knocked on their back storm door but
there hadn't been any answer. The door was wide open so I'd opened the
storm door and called her. I knew she had to be around. I stepped into the
kitchen and peeked into the living room. "Sheila?" Still no answer. The
house seemed deserted.
"Yes."
It was her voice but for some reason I felt a little confused. Maybe
because she waited so long to answer. It came from their bedroom. I had
a twinge of doubt about walking into their bedroom but she had called.
The door was almost shut and I pushed it open.
I froze in horror! Randy, who was standing in the middle of the bedroom,
looked at me in surprise. Sheila was in the closet! She was facing into
the closet with her wrists tied to the clothes bar and she was completely
naked! She had a blindfold on and was wearing earphones. Randy, who was
fully dressed, held a whip in his hand!
Randy put his finger across his lips signalling me to keep quiet. Suddenly
I felt more than horror--I was afraid! What was going on here? "Don't
talk too loudly," Randy said quietly.
"Randy!" I hissed. I was afraid. I knew Randy pretty well, or thought I did,
but this? She never told me he ever hit her. Had he gone off his rocker?
"Cindy, don't panic!" he said. He seemed about to panic himself. I think he
was sensing what I was thinking. "Watch this," he went on.
He walked over to Sheila and indicated to me again to keep quiet. I don't
know why but for some reason I stood there like a statue. He took off
Sheila's earphones. "OK, ready to get down?" he asked her.
"Honey, what's the matter?" asked Sheila.
"Nothing," he answered.
"Aren't... you going to do it? Whip me?"
"Let's stop now."
"No! You can't get ready and then just stop! Please?" I couldn't believe
what she was saying. Obviously this was something they did together. I'd
never *heard* of such a thing! Well, I'd heard of it but never knew anyone
who'd do it! Sheila and Randy! My own best friend; my next door neighbors!
I guess what I never knew was anyone who ever admitted to doing it.
"Please honey? Don't stop," Sheila went on.
"What do you want me to do?" asked Randy.
"Whip me!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, honey! Please! Now!"
"OK, I'm going to whip you. Two times." He shook out the whip. It was
small--actually a riding crop. Then he swung it at her and it smacked her
right on the rear. She let out a groan. Then he repeated it and she groaned
again.
"Did you like that?" he asked.
"Yes!"
"Now what do you want?"
"Whip me again! Please!"
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes! Yes, honey, I'm sure. Again!"
He stood there for a second. "Please honey!" she said.
"Would you like someone to... *see* you get whipped?"
"Oh my god!" she answered.
"How would you like me to get Cindy in here to watch? Would it turn you
on to have Cindy in here, watching me whip your rear like that?" She
didn't answer. "Would it make you wet? To have Cindy see you like this?"
He paused and the room was silent for a second.
"Yes." Her voice was small.
"Aha! You just think of Cindy right here and I'm going to whip you two
more times! She's going to watch you groan and beg just like you always
do."
"Yes!" He didn't answer but swung the whip around again and whipped her
rear again. And again. She groaned some more.
"Did you like that?"
"Yes!"
"What would Cindy think of you, begging to be whipped like that and
getting off on it?" She didn't answer but she was breathing louder and
louder. After a little while, he looked at me and spoke again: "How would
you like Cindy to take the whip and whip you herself? You'd get off on
that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes!" came her breathy answer. He smiled and then reached out and took
my wrist. He drew me to where he was behind Sheila. He put the whip in
my hand.
"OK, this time think of Cindy holding the whip."
"Oh yes!"
"She sees you like this and is thinking about whipping you herself."
"Oh yes, honey! Yes!"
"You'd better ask her to whip you. Ask Cindy."
"Yes! Please whip me!"
"Ask Cindy. Think of Cindy back here."
"OK. Please whip me, Cindy!" I had the whip in my hand. I stared at her.
"Ask her again. Beg her." Randy went on.
"Please whip me, Cindy. Please?" Randy took my hand and guided me into
hitting her rear with it. It didn't come out nearly as hard as he had done.
He nodded to me to get me to do it again myself. I did it.
"Did you like having Cindy whip you?" asked Randy.
"Yes! Harder! Please honey!"
"Cindy's just learning to use the whip. Thank her and ask her again."
"OK. Thank you Cindy! Please whip me again, harder." Randy nodded to me
again. I did it again twice. I got better at it and did it harder.
"Was that better?" asked Randy.
"Yes! More, please, more! Harder!"
"Say please to Cindy."
"Please Cindy!"
"You know, I could kiss Cindy while she's whipping you."
"Oh my god!" she answered. He moved closer to me. I stood there--I
should have stopped this. I looked up at him. He lowered his face and
touched his lips to mine. Then he smiled and nodded. I whipped her again.
"She kisses nice," he said. "Would you like to kiss her?"
"Oh yes!"
"But now she's just going to whip you. You like Cindy whipping you?"
"Yes! Yes!" I whipped her again.
"I think she's beginning to enjoy whipping you. I think I'll unbutton her
blouse." What was I getting myself into?
"Yes!" she answered. His fingers started down the buttons of my blouse.
"She must be excited from whipping you. She's letting me do it. Should I
strip her naked?"
"Yes!"
"You want Cindy naked?"
"Yes!" He had my blouse off and was taking off my bra.
"Why? Do you like Cindy's body?" He was quietly unbuttoning my jeans!
"Yes!"
"You want to see it?"
"Yes!"
"Well, you won't see it now." I had just panties on and he slipped them
down to my knees! "But she'll be naked while she whips you!" He nodded
to me to whip her again. I was getting better and sometimes she'd groan
when I did it.
"How do you like being whipped by Cindy with her naked?"
"Yes! I *love* it!"
"Right here in this room. Naked. Whipping you."
"Yes!"
"Do you want her to whip you some more?"
"Yes!"
"She's naked. What should I do to her now?" He was fingering my nipple.
I was going crazy.
"Fuck her!" I almost choked. I couldn't believe she was saying this.
"What?" Randy asked, obviously playing dumb. His hands were roaming
down my body. My clitoris. It was hard to remain standing.
"Fuck her! Fuck her good!"
"You want me to fuck Cindy while she whips you?" He'd grabbed a chair
and was sitting right next to me! He was unzipping his pants!
"Yes!"
"Why?" His cock was sticking straight up!
"She *needs* it! She *needs* a hard fucking!"
"Your best friend? You want me to fuck your best friend hard?"
"Yes! Yes!" He drew me down onto his lap. I was completely ready. He
used his hand to guide is cock right into me.
"You'll have to tell me why. Why does she need it?"
"She... she's such a little sexy thing. She thinks she has it made!"
"You think she's sexy?"
"Yes!"
"Do you look at her body?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want to see her naked?"
"Yes!" My mind was whirling.
"Do you want to lick her cunt?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"Do you want to whip her?"
"Oh god! Yes!"
"I'll have her whip you while my cock is inside her."
"Yes! Fuck her hard! Hard!" He lifted my body up and down, his cock
sliding in and out. I was so distracted. But I lifted the whip again and
smacked her rear with it. I was much better. Her groans were definitely
louder. It seemed to me that she'd come a bunch of times. I couldn't
believe it.
"Do you like it when she whips you while I'm fucking her?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"I think she likes my cock inside her."
"Oh my god!"
"You like her whipping you while she has your husband? What do you think
of her?"
"Oh god! Fuck her *hard*!"
"She and your husband fucking? You like that?"
"The bitch! Fuck her ass!" He had K.Y. jelly in his hand! He was still
inside me!
"You want my cock in her ass?" He had K.Y. jelly on his finger and was
probing for my rear!
"Yes! Fuck her in the ass! Hard! Get her good!" His finger had found it
and
was pushing in! I was still riding his cock and his finger was in my rear! I
couldn't believe how excited I was but I'd never had anything there!
"You want my cock in her rear?"
"Yes! Do it good!" His finger pushed further! It was too much! I managed
to keep quiet as I came and came.
"You made her come."
"Yes!"
"Would you like her to touch you?"
"Oh god, yes!" Randy lifted me to standing and stood behind me. He guided
me close to her. We knelt next to each other right behind her.
"Would you like her to make you come?" He leaned his head next to mine
as he talked.
"Yes!" He guided my hand between her legs. My fingers were right on her
vagina.
"OK, she's touching you. You like that, don't you?
"Oh god!" She was coming again. I hadn't done much more than just touch
her a little. I was in a daze and just did what Randy had me do. Sheila
calmed down again and Randy drew me away again.
"Cindy has to go now," he said.
"Oh god!"
"You'd better thank her." He had my clothes and pushed them into my
hands. I started getting dressed.
"Thank you!"
"Say 'Thank you Cindy'."
"Thank you Cindy!" I was almost dressed.
"OK, she's going to leave now, then I'm going to put you in bed and fuck
you!"
"Yes! Oh god yes!" And he guided me out of the room. The door shut behind
me. I slipped out the back door and went back home. I must have sat for
an hour in a complete daze.
The next day when I saw Cindy I had trouble keeping from staring at her.
The things she said! She was just the same as always but I stammered
several times while we talked. Right before she left, she motioned me to
come close and whispered in my ear: "Thank you for yesterday." She
smiled at me and left.
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