NOTES: Okay first: some of you have obviously forgotten the maxim patience is a virtue. Or maybe you haven't forgotten- maybe you don't give a damn about virtue? But just so that you're forewarned, there will be a "Part 3. Probably a Part 4.
Secondly, I've changed the look of the my journal, and if you aren't reading this on an lj friends list, you'll see nudity if you scroll below the components. It is tasteful (I'd like to think) but probably not work safe.
And finally, Jezebel voted no lj-cut, so I'll just stick to using it the way I have in the past. Sorry to all you hate-to-scroll folks.

Mitch spent a little time getting the camera set up the way he wanted. I stood there and tried not to fidget. In fact, I was trying to appear cool and unconcerned, but I was not feeling cool and unconcerned. When Mitch approached me, I tood an involuntary step backward. He laughed and grabbed my arm, pulling me to him and saying, "Where do you think you're going?" He put his arms around me and pulled me against him, bending down and kissing my neck. His wool sweater was scratchy against my skin, but his lips felt so soft.

He ran his hands over my body and told Donna that my skin was soft, asking her if she wanted to touch me and telling her, before she could answer, that he didn't care what she wanted. She groaned. He moved behind me and ran his finger down the back of my neck, over my spine and asked me what I thought of my present situation. "Do you like being treated like a piece of property? Does it turn you on when Jack gives you away? Or are you one of those lying bitches who'll say you do it all for him?"

This last question surprised me, and I wasn't sure how to answer. I do things for Jack, even things I don't like, but I like doing that. It isn't all about me, but then it isn't all about him either. This just seemed a little complicated to be explaining at that exact moment, so I opted for simplicity (and it helped that it fit into my idea of how cool and unconcerned might appear- I was still kinda going for that) and said, "yes, I like it." The unrepentant whore, the cool, unconcerned and unrepentant whore.

His hands felt so good, not erotic, just soothing and nice. He was touching me so softly and playing with my hair. "An honest slut. I respect that. Donna here is a lying bitch. Donna claims she does these really whorish things for me- and Jane, you would probably be shocked at what a whore she is or maybe not (and he pinched my ass). She says because I like it. But that is such bullshit. It's all about her."

Donna at this point chimes in (unwisely, but I so totally do the same kind of thing that I just loved her for it) with "Now, that's not exactly true..." but before she could finish, Mitch moved away from me and bent down to her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head up and slapping her face.

"Shut the fuck up," he said and then, "you aren't being very good."

She shook her head, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sure you think you're sorry, but maybe you aren't sorry enough, maybe you should forfeit something- then you'll really be sorry. Remember Jack gave Jane to ME not to you. I said I might share her, if you were good, and you aren't being good."

"No, I am. I am sorry. I'll be good," and she grasped his ankle with one hand and kissed his foot. This exchange was really hot. The two of them are just exciting to watch, but at the same time, the exchange was a little weird because it was about me.

I wasn't being asked. I was being held out as a reward, and it was Mitch holding me out as the reward, and Mitch could do this because I'd been loaned to him. And I wondered what was being recorded, what exactly Jack would see. I looked directly at the camera so he would see me, being exactly what I felt like- his property. The context was so different that it felt odd and unfamiliar around the edges, but the core was the same. So, even though there was some strangeness, being treated like that was turning me on.

Mitch came back over to me, "See," he said, "it's all about her. I told you she was a lying bitch. Aren't you, Donna?"

"Yes," Donna said enthusiastically, "I'm a lying bitch." Confession: Mitch was in front of me, looking me in the eye when she said this, and she said it with so much enthusiasm it was funny. Mitch didn't seem to notice, and I had to look down and bite my lip to keep from laughing. I think he thought I was embarrassed or something because he said, "Are you shy? We'll fix that." ( 2nd and more amusing, at least to me, confession )

"Get on the bed," and his voice was much sharper. I sat down on the bed. "No, back up against the headboard." I moved back until I was leaning against the headboard, and backing up toward the headboard just felt so animal- putting distance between me and a predator. He did look predatory, and I felt like prey. Mitch took off his sweater. He was wearing a wife-beater. Seriously, is there anything sexier than a dark-haired man with a nice body wearing a wife-beater? No? Didn't think so.

"Spread your legs. Wider. W i d e r, and bend your knees a little." and I spread my legs wide apart on the bed, raising my knees a little bit. I felt like such a whore and that just made me feel hot.

"You should see her, Donna. She looks so pretty, with her legs spread, showing me her shaved cunt- I know how much you love that. Would you like to see her?"

"Yes, please,"

"Maybe later." He knelt down next to her and began to play with the dildos, making her moan and push her hips back, but he didn't do it for very long.

"You'd love it if I let you fuck yourself now, wouldn't you? Or if I just let you rub your clit for a few seconds? That would make you happy? You could cum really fast, couldn't you?"

"Oh yes, yes, please. Please!"

He was running his fingers up and down her inner thighs, and she was trying to move so his hand would touch her cunt. He started teasing her, fucking her, just barely, with one of both dildos, rubbing her clit very briefly. Donna was whimpering and grinding her hips, saying "please" over and over, but he said, "no, not yet" and took away the dildos. He began uncuffing her ankles, saying, "You can't, but I'm going to let Jane masturbate. Would you like to watch her getting herself off for us?"

"Yes, I do. Please let me watch."

He helped her get on the bed next to me, and she started to reach out her hand, but he slapped it, saying, "keep your hands to yourself. I'm not going to let you watch, but you can listen."

He lay next to me on the other side and began running his hands over my my belly and breasts, playing with my nipple rings and talking to Donna about my body. This is so hard to explain- there was a lot of focus on me, and yet, in a way it was like being treated like I wasn't there. I was just a body that Mitch could play with and use to tease his wife. And I was really starting to enjoy that. When he told me to masturbate, I was soaking wet.

He told me how he wanted me to do it: slowly, just a very light touch, trace little circles around your clit..., and this was so sexy, having him control the way I touched myself, and it also kept Donna, who was still blindfolded into the whole thing. I do want to say that Mitch was really good about making me (and Donna) feel like he never lost focus on either of us. And she was just HOT. She was biting her lips and squirming, occasionally whispering, "please let me look, please?"

And then the phone rang. Mitch gets up to answer the phone, and I'm thinking, "Why are you answering the phone?" at the same time as Donna says, "You're not going to answser it, are you?" But Mitch said nothing except, "Jane, don't stop, and Donna, don't peek," and went off to the phone, at which point Donna and I realized, it must be Jack.

While Mitch was out of the room, Donna said, "I'm cheating," and pulled her blindfold up a little bit, and then she leaned over and kissed my shoulder, "You're beautiful, Jane, and she was too, her blonde hair falling in her eyes. I brushed her hair back and kissed her. And she moved over me, kissing me, her breasts against mine and her knee between my legs, pushing against my cunt. It was so nice, just making love, no real urgency, only soft sensual touching. It felt so good.

Then Mitch came back, and he was still on the phone. He saw us and laughed. He said, "You may already know this, but you're girlfriend is a slut." Donna and I stopped making out but didn't untangle ourselves. She smiled kind of sheepishly.

"Yeah. I'm out of the room only a couple of minutes, when I come back, they're all over each other, and Jane's grinding her pussy into my wife's thigh. I'll bet Donna was the instigator though. And it's pretty fucking hot, but they had both been given explicit instructions, which they ignored."

Donna and I looked at each other and smiled. I pulled her blindfold back down, and we laughed.

"Yeah, I know," said Mitch, "and they're laughing about it." Then, "Jane, he wants to talk to you," and handed me the phone.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes."

"Sure?"

"Yes."

"Good. You and Donna, huh? They think you're great- I knew they would, but what's this about not following explicit instructions? What were you supposed to be doing?"

"Masturbating," and I felt myself blush and not only because Mitch was sitting at the foot of the bed, smiling in a very self-satisfied way at me. Blushing embarrassed me, which just made the blush worse.

"Why did you stop?"

"Well, I..umm.. I started kissing Donna," and I giggled nervously (okay nervously and foolishly).

Jack's tone was very even, very reasonable. "You're there to do what you're told to do. Do you understand?"

"Yes," and I did understand.

"Tell Mitch you're sorry."

"I will."

"No, do it now."

I turned to Mitch, still smiling with obvious feigned innocence and said, "I'm sorry I didn't follow your instructions." And this was SO hard to say, and I'm not completely sure why. Partially, because I wasn't especially sorry, partially because the whole I want to be cool and unconcerned thing was still going on in my head, and it is impossible to sound cool, unconcerned and sorry at the same time. Cool and unconcerned must be sacrificed for a sincere sounding "sorry."

"And now," Jack said, "how are you going to make up for it?"

I decided to try to dodge the question and put the responsibility to answer on Mitch by saying, "How can I make it up to you?" Not a very clever dodge, I'll admit, and Mitch replies with,

"I don't know. How can you?"

And now I was stuck. I had absolutely no idea what to say. None. Jack's in my ear, saying "Well, how are you going to?" and I'm thinking that both of them are evil bastards; it's no wonder they're friends.

Then the proverbial lightbulb went off, and suddenly, it was much easier to appear cool and unconcerned. I asked Mitch, "What did you want want to do to me but didn't because you were worried about making me uncomfortble?"

The proverbial lightbulb had illuminated the proverbial nail which I had just hit on the head. And now Jack is in my ear, saying "good girl," and Mitch looked impressed- there is no other way to describe his expression (and he told me later that he thought I had been insightful. I told him it was more like I just happened to hit the lights while I was blindly flailing around in a dark room), and I have to say I felt this rush, this little, tiny spark of power.

"Let me talk to Jack," he said. I handed him the phone. He left the room, and I was left with Donna and the realization that I had just told this guy he really could do whatever he wanted, and that since he obviously had been holding something back, perhaps all these nails and lightbulbs weren't such good things. I reached out and patted Donna's thigh. She squeezed my hand and pulled me so I'd lie down next to her. My little power rush was gone, replaced with anticipation and anxiety.

Mitch came back in the room and started taking off his belt. Okay, there is something sexier than a dark haired man with a nice body, wearing a wife-beater- it's a dark-haired man with a nice body, wearing a wife beater, taking off his belt.

He came over to the bed and told Donna to take off her blindfold. "Thank God," she said, and then he went to the chest and returned with a ball-gag, grinning at her.

"You never know when to be quiet, do you?"

Donna made such a funny, pitiful little noise behind the gag, I had to smile. He handed her a dildo and said, "play with that and watch while I play with this," and he grabbed me and pulled me over to him. For me there is that mix of arousal and anxiety, which is disconcerting. Plus the small sense that I shouldn't be this turned on. I couldn't quite let go.

He pulled me up so that I was kneeling on the bed. He was standing behind me, and he grabbed my hair and twisted it around is fist, pulling it hard. This was the first rough thing he had done. It was startling, erotic and scary all at once. He said, "You should know something about me, Jane, and he bit my neck, just at the shoulder, hard. It sent chills all through me.

"I'm going to hurt you," and this also sent chills through me.

"Donna, here," and he turned my head toward her, "she isn't much for pain. Are you sweetie?" Donna mumbled something into her gag.

"That's right, just a little. Don't you like your toy? Why aren't you playing with it?" Donna blushed and began the rub the dildo against her pussy.

"Spread your legs wider. Fuck yourself with it. Rub your clit. I want you to show Jane how you like to do yourself. Maybe I'll let you cum." And to me he said, "In spite of the blushing and the glaring, she fucking loves this. She loves to be watched, and she loves it when I tell people what a whore she is."

Donna was blushing and she had been glaring, but I could see her fingers, how wet they were. She looked so sexy, fucking herself with slow strokes, twisting the dildo inside her.

"But you," he said to me, "pain does things to you, doesn't it? I want to see what it does."

He bit my shoulder again, hard, and ran his hand over my belly and between my legs. I wished in a small way that I wasn't so wet, and he brought his finger up to my mouth, saying "you're a whore, just like Donna," and pushing his finger into my mouth.

"Do you like this Donna? Watching me playing with Jane?" She nodded at us. It just can't be said too many times: she looked SO hot.

He told me to get on my hands and knees, then he pushed my face and shoulders against the bed, so my back was really arched and my ass was way up in the air. He told me to spread my legs apart. I felt totally exposed, totally lewd.

He moved away from me and returned in a moment. He began running something, a crop of some kind (I never did see this thing) across my ass, and he said, "This is what we're going to do. You're going to count out 25 strokes. If you move out of position, we start again from the beginning. Understand?"

I had this flash of what am I here letting this man I hardly know do this to me? but I knew the answer to that. "Yes," I said.

One...two...three...four... not being able to move isn't so hard as I thought, but I couldn't stay still and be quiet. Mitch told Donna to take off the gag, and he pulled me up, so he could put it on me and asked me how I liked it, being gagged with this gag that had her saliva all over it. Did I like being treated like a dirty whore?"

Being gagged, I was spared the trouble of answering, but I would have to have said, "yes, I like it."

Five...six...seven...eight... Donna is asking if she can cum, and Mitch is telling her "No." He runs his fingers over the rising welts on my ass, making me shiver. He laughs at me or her, I'm not sure which.

Nine...ten... it is harder not to move because he is hitting the same spots. I'm twisting the sheets in my hands, and he strokes my cunt, telling Donna how swollen my clit is. It felt so incredibly good, and I felt like such a slut....eleven...twelve...he doesn't stop touching my cunt.

THIRTEEN was excruciating. I had to move, and immediately hated myself for moving and hated Mitch for making me move. He stood above me saying with mock disappointment "Oh dear, unlucky 13. We'll have to start again," as I was still writhing in pain.

"Get back in position. NOW."

I asked, hopefully, if I could just lie flat on my belly, but he said, "No, I want your ass in the air and your cunt accessible. I like knowing I can just slide my cock into you anytime I want."

I moved and braced for more, I thought about the camera, what Jack would see and about how much he'd like it. This wasn't to reassure or steel myself- it was an incidental thought. But the idea of how turned on Jack would be when he saw what was happening to me turned me on SO much. And I wanted Mitch to beat me and fuck me- because it turned Jack on, because it turned me on, and again, I felt this little twinge of guilt for wanting Mitch to fuck me.

Donna was moaning, asking him if she could cum, telling him she wanted to watch him fuck me. Mitch said, "No, you can't cum yet. I'll tell you what. When Jane and I can get to 25 without her moving at all, you can cum."

one...two...three...four...Five...Six...SEVEN... the blows got harder and harder...EIGHT...NINE was another blow designed to make me move. I couldn't help it. "Oh well," said Mitch, "I guess 9 is unlucky too."

I silently hated him for making me move, for making me wonder how long he would keep doing it, for making me want to fuck him. ONE...TWO...THREE. This time, Donna called him a bastard, and I was awash in stinging, throbbing frustration. Is he ever going to stop hitting me? Is he ever going to fuck me And as my desire for him to fuck me increased, my humiliation over my deisre for him to fuck me increased exponentially- which made the throbbing more intense.

one...two...three...four...five...six... they were getting harder now, and he ran his hand over my ass. The skin was so sensitive to his touch, I can't even tell if it felt good or bad. It just felt intense.

Seven...Eight...NINE...TEN... "You're doing very well, Jane," he said, "Isn't she doing well, Donna? Do you think we'll make it to 25?"

"Yesssss...." she moaned in a way which made me wonder if she'd even heard the question.

ELEVEN...TWELVE...and this one is really going to hurt because we're back to unlucky 13... THIRTEEN... and with the warning I didn't move, but oh my GOD, how it hurt. This wave of pain, going right through me. In a way, I felt it from head to toe.

Mitch bent down over me, "That's it, good," and he began running his finger lightly over my clit. I couldn't believe how good he was making me feel. There was part of me that didn't want him to be able to do that and another part of me which revelled in it.

"We might make it to 25 this time," and I don't know if he was speaking to me or to her, but she moaned, "oh please..." and now that I think about it, I don't know if she was speaking to him or to me.

fourteen...fifteen...sixteen...seventeen...eighteen and he stopped again, and began stroking me clit. Donna began begging, "keep going, please keep going, "and Mitch laughed at her.

"Look at her. She doesn't want me to stop. She wants me to keep going so she can cum- she doesn't care if it hurts you."

And Donna is saying, "No... it isn't... that's not...," and finally, "fuck you, Mitch," because it was true, but I didn't care because his fingers felt so good, and I wanted him to start hitting me again; I wanted all the sensation, and the humiliating fact that I felt like a complete wanton whore, made me want it all the more.

nineteen...twenty...twenty-one...twenty-two... he didn't stop rubbing my clit- it was making me crazy. I tried to arch my back more, to offer him more. I wanted Jack. I wanted Mitch to fuck me. I wanted him to hit me harder. I just WANTED. Mitch leaned down and whispered, "I like what this is doing to you. You love it don't you, you love what I'm doing to you." I could only moan in my gag.

He stopped again, asking Donna if she was close, if she really wanted to cum. "Oh God, yes, please, please. I'm sorry, Jane, but please, Mitch..." and he started to laugh.

"See," he said, "your pain doesn't matter," but I didn't care because I wanted him to keep going too, because it hurt, and I wanted it over and because it felt so good, I wanted him to continue.

Twenty-three...Twenty-four... and he stopped again to Donna's pleading Mitch, please, please, please, and he leaned down to me and said, "#25 is going to be very painful. It's going to hurt worse than either of those 13s." He was tracing little circles around my clit with his finger, very lightly- it was exquisite. "Since it's #25, you can move if you want, and we won't start again. But if you don't move, I'll fuck you. You'll have to really not want to move though," and he kissed the curve of my hip.

"Remember, you can move if you want. Ready?"

TWENTY-FIVE. I didn't see stars, but I did see flashes of light. I don't know it it was from the pain, which was intense or the pleasure of his fingers in my cunt. My body wanted to move. The final humiliation- fighting so hard not to move so he would fuck me, knowing that the choice was entirely mine.

I could hear Donna cumming, and Mitch talking to her, but what was being said didn't register. I was totally focused on the searing stripe of pain, my determination not to move and what that meant. Knowing Jack would see this and love it, knowing he'll mock me for it and use it. I do love that man.

I heard Mitch, taking down his pants and fumbling around with a condom. "You must really want to get fucked," he said, somewhat harshly. "Don't you."

"Yes."

"Say it. Tell me you want it."

"I do. Fuck me, Mitch, please. I want it so much- I want your cock," and it was humiliating but it wasn't hard to say this to a man I hardly know because it was just so fucking true.

Donna knelt next to me, kissing my spine and saying, "Yes, fuck her; fuck her good. Make her cum hard."

His cock entering me was one of the most satisfying physical experinences I ever had. All the strangeness and tension caused my new people and a new context found a channel for release in that sensation of pleasure, and without thinking, I reached to rub my clit, to increase that pleasure.

"That's right, you hot little bitch, do yourself. I want to feel you cumming on my cock," he said, fucking me harder. It was humiliating to cum this way; it was humiliating to want it this much, to give in to it, but that just made me cum harder. He fucked me until I came again and then pulled out and came on Donna's face, as I just collapsed.

We lay together for a while, touching and kissing and talking. It was still relatively early, but Donna had to work the next day and wanted to go to sleep. Mitch told me Jack wanted me to call and got up to make himself a drink. I left Donna to go to sleep and went to use the phone.

To be continued. Soon.

I'm feeling : horny