[interesting]

(Let's just get this one done, shall we?)

It certainly didn't take long for everyone in the bar to see me naked, not that I mind, but Jennifer is really aggressive today. Then again, so is Prissy. So are her friends whom I barely know. I've become the main object of interest, and I use the term object in the right context, because I feel like a toy that everybody wants to play with. There are others in the bar, and I'm not the only naked person, but the focus for these people is definitely on me.

There's Princess and Suzy, and they're together. I had sex with Princess last April while she was with Jennifer. Suzy's apparently her girlfriend and they seem to go well together. Then there's a young man with a French name, Marquis. He seems really gentle as opposed to the other guys. I can already tell they're sex machines, all of them. Henry seems the most aggressive, followed by Jack, then Winston and the plumper girl, Charity. Finally, there's Shane. She's harder to figure out, but she feels like she'd be aggressive upon request only.

This place is all leather and latex. Love the former, not so much the latter, but it's on other people, not me. A bondage club. I'm still a little disturbed that Jennifer took me there. We were never really into bondage, unless there was daring involved. Yet now, I'm here, I'm naked, and chances are, I'm about to be fucked.

The thing is, I don't think I really care at this point.

When we got there, Jennifer dragged me to the coatroom. She wrapped a collar around my neck, tied to a leash.

"I'm keeping you in sight so you don't try to run."

As if I would. We entered the place. It was all rather reasonable at the beginning, with everyone nicely dressed. It was easy to find Prissy and her friends. They looked like the ones who stood out from this place (except for the one called Shane, more on her later). We hung around, got introduced. I was better prepared to deal with this wearing the mask to hide some of my face and preserve my anonymity. On this, Jennifer is right. I need to protect my reputation if I'm going to teach kindergarten eventually.

There were displays on bondage on two different stages. A half-naked gagged girl was suspended from the ceiling by her beau on the one end; on the other two girls were bound together on some kind of torture rack, topless, their tits teased with some of electric current machine. Not my cup of tea but it was nice to look at.

Then, the owners got to present their pets. Naturally, Jennifer dragged me on stage. She had me twirl around, get on my knees, kiss her, lick her boot, nothing fancy. Then, she ordered me to strip on stage. All eyes on me was quite the arousal, to be honest, even though my mind was elsewhere as I got fully naked (except for the mask). She then paraded me a lot through the room. Many people groped me.

The master of ceremony then opened the side rooms. They're isolated, but there are windows with blinds that can be opened so everyone in the main room can look in if they want. Jennifer set me up in one of those, laying me on my back in an inclined chair. She pulled my legs up and apart, tying them with rope to the supports designed for just that purpose. My arms were tied above my head. She turned the chair around so I'd be facing my crowd. Then, the teasing began: fingers, feather duster, anything to get my nerves going. By then, I was already ready to get fucked (it's amazing how little it really takes to turn me on).

Jennifer retrieved her hibachi wand and then used it on me, even as the crowd contemplated my drawn-out orgasm. I jerked back and forth in my seat all the while, shaking to my core, stimulated as much by the exposure as by he machine.

It was then that Jennifer started the bidding. I was certain the young man, an unknown, was going to fuck me silly. Instead, he took the feather duster and tickled my feet for thirty minutes. I don't like being tickled. That being said, that specific time, I got so extremely wet, there was an actual puddle on the floor. Again, I thought for sure he was going to take his reward but he didn't. He thanked me for the show, kissed my forehead and walked out.

Jennifer, who had not left me alone, walked over.

"Fuck, Jenn," I whimpered. "Either stick your strap-on in me or grow a dick!"
"Not yet, Sarah," she said. "You don't get to have a dick in your cunt until later."
"Please make me cum again then... use the wand... anything..."
"No."

It was very unlike Jennifer to hold back. That's when I figured out she had a hidden agenda. That's when I figured out she had been fucking Jim all week. That's when I figured out Jim was on his way.

"If you won't fuck my cunt," I told Jennifer, "at least fuck my ass! It belongs to you! Use it."
"If you want to be fucked in the ass, I'll get someone, but it won't be me..."

She paused and smiled as she saw my concerned look.

"What about it, Sarah? You want a big fat juicy cock in your ass?"

The correct answer was there was none. Since last Sunday, I'd been ass-fucked everyday. I was slack enough for it. Still... only Jim had previously fucked my ass. I didn't want some stranger's dick in there.

"...no...."

It was said in an almost reluctant tone. Jennifer didn't hold it against me.

"Bide your time," she told me. "Let me set up the butterfly for you."

It wasn't the wand or a dick but it was something, and it would tide me over until later. Jennifer turned it on at the max setting and let everyone contemplate me through the window, being stimulated constantly. She told me she would be gone for about thirty minutes, and that no one would disturb me.

She was right. No one did. I came five times during her absence, almost fainting after every orgasm until I actually passed out for a second or so. One of the women in charge of the activities came to check up on me to see if I was fine. She gave me some juice full of energy, checked on my straps and the butterfly. She turned it off but left it on, and told me she would tell my master. I thanked her and asked for a kiss. She delivered, tongue deep in my mouth. It was a welcome experience after such stimulation.

When Jennifer came back, roughly forty minutes later, I could tell she had been fucked, and not just from her smile. I told her about the visit. She told me the lady had just intercepted her.

"Jenn, I'm good... can we go home?"
"No, Sarah, we can't."
"Because Jim is coming," I admitted my knowledge.
"Yes, but more than that. We need to address your resident status at my place."
"What's wrong? I thought you enjoyed having your personal sex slave..."
"Because you've been there a week and I can't let you stay. I'm gonna be a pornstar, Sarah. A real pornstar. It's what I want to do with my life. Fuck for money, and I don't want to do it illegally."
"So?"
"So?" she chided me. "How stupid are you, Sarah? A kindergarten teacher can't live with a pornstar! Plus, I don't want you around anymore. I love you. I'm in love with you, but you're just using me because you can't face Jim or anyone else. And I hate being used."

She was absolutely right, of course. I pouted because I didn't want to say it out loud.

"Listen, Sarah... tonight is the last night you potentially sleep at my place. Talk to Jim when he gets here. Let him fuck you silly in front of everyone. Remember why you love him."
"What if I don't love him anymore?"
"Bullshit!" she answered me. "If you didn't love him anymore, you would have told him. You're all screwed up in your head because you brought him into our world and he likes it. He's good at it. You now he's probably having sex with some other girl right now? That's why he's not here earlier."

I must admit, the image of Jim with any other girl pulls several heart strings. The most obvious, however, the one that resonates the most, is that I'm not there to see him do it, to share in the experience. I do miss him. I hate him for Miranda, or do I?

"There's this girl," I tell Jennifer. "Miranda."
"The T.A.? I know. Jim told me. He said she gives the best blowjobs in the world."
"Yeah... I saw it."

I begin to weep uncontrollably.

"Jenn, why am I like this? Why do I want my boyfriend to fuck other girls?"
"Because you want him to give you the same permission? Girls, boys... you like sex Sarah. Not enough to make a job out of it, like me, but enough that it screws up your desires. Something must have happened for you to think like this. What is it?"

The name that pops to mind is Turko. Why didn't I want him inside me? Why did his mere presence make me want to throw up? Why did we agree to go that swinger's party?

"I don't know!" I confess as the sobs retreat.
"You're trying to rationalize everything. That's not you. That's Jim! And he's more like you now, carefree, unbothered by his sexual needs. But the other girls, or me... he just fucks us. You, he makes love to. Watch his eyes when he's doing it. I've seen it so many times before. When you're being fucked, even if he's with another girl, he only has eyes for you. I know it's crazy to say."
"It is... thank you Jenn. I'm sorry for being such a mess."
"Stop being sorry..." she scolds me.

I have to make up my mind about something. Jennifer is the good person to test it on.

"I'm not gonna change, you know. Not for a while, maybe not ever. At first, I wanted to be exclusive with Jim. Then, we pulled you in. It escalated, like it always does. I try to fight it. I had such a visceral reaction, that one time... Jim will need to get that."
"He does get it, you twit!" Jennifer answers me. "So do I. Everybody does."

Jennifer leans in and kisses me.

"I want to watch Jim fuck you and spill his guts to you, so to speak..."
"When he gets here, I guess you'll have your chance."
"Doesn't mean there won't be others."
"I can live with that..."

Jennifer kisses me again. It's good to have my best friend. It's good to have my former lover. It's even good to be naked, tied to chair, exposed to all these eyes wandering in. I want to give them a show as daring as anything I can give.

I do hope I can patch things up with Jim. I wasn't kind to him. I hope he forgives me. I hope he takes me back. Maybe. I hope he takes me back how I want to be taken back. There are going to be a lot of words said tonight... after.