In “Key Collector,” Lavin describes how a wife finds several keys to happiness when persuaded to attend a key party. This story is the key to an erotic filled evening for BDSM fans.
Maggie is a reluctant key party goer, but she’s talked into the wife swapping experience by her husband John. When it comes to pairing Maggie up, she’s met with three eager men, a doctor, a lawyer and a fireman. Maggie finds herself in the arms of multiple men, the center of attention and all the guilty pleasures that go with it.
WARNING: This 5,000+ word erotic eBook is sexually explicit, and contains graphic sex and language including: swinging, bondage, public sex and humiliation, BDSM, masturbation, oral sex, and lots of orgy action.
“Get the sawhorse Clint. Strap her in.” Keith yelled from the corner.
With that the chair ascended and a contraption that looked like a high padded sawhorse came from under the stage and stopped right in front of us.
Clint took each of my wrists and strapped them to a board that ran perpendicular to the sawhorse, making me rest my weight against the padding. My ankles were also strapped to the sides of the sawhorse making me spread them wide.
Keith appeared from out of the shadows intent on watching up close.
Jay found his way between my open legs kneeling before me from under the devise.
Clint cornered me from behind, rubbing at me and roughly inserting a finger, like he was testing a cake to see if it was ready to come out of the oven.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Maggie.” Keith said standing before me. “You took far too long to cum and you’re going to be punished.
Keith reached up and pinched both of my nipples hard, while looking me straight in the eye.
“What do you say?” Keith demanded.
I searched for the words he wanted to hear, excited by the attention of three men. “I’m sorry,” I squeaked.
“I’m sorry what?” Keith persisted, pinching harder on my nipples.
“I’m sorry Sir?” I said questioningly.
Keith nodded his head and I felt the smack of a hand against my butt. It stung.
Keith reached below the sawhorse and found my nipples again, twisting them and pinching them. I couldn’t help it, but I felt a rush of excitement and I felt a flush of wetness.
“Let’s try that again. You are my slave and I am your…” Keith waited for me to fill in the blank.
“Master,” I said.
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