An adult playroom

Sandra drove us to a nondescript building. A simple sign identifies it as "Lindsey's Laboratory". We park and enter. There is a lobby like most clubs' or small businesses' lobbies except for an empty cage in the floor. Sandra speaks to the receptionist, while filling out some paper work. I saw a sign that outlined a code of conduct and began familiarising myself with it. Paige stood in her maid costume and blindfold. She was nervously chewing her lip but excitedly rubbing her thighs together. She could hear what kind of place she was in. Sounds drifted out of a nearby hallway: moaning, cries of pleasure, begging too muffled to understand.

With this music in the background we signed into the guest book. Then I took Paige's hand and followed Sandra down the hallway to our reserved room.

The left side of the hallway had about ten doors most of which were closed. But to the right there was an open set of double doors displaying a mostly empty room; a sign above the doors saying "public room." Inside the room was mostly empty: a raised platform on one side, unused equipment and empty chairs on the other. But in the middle was a naked man tied to a chair and a woman in dominatrix lingerie brushing the tip of his erect penis with a flogger. She said "vat is the zecret kode." I couldn't tell if her accent was supposed to be Russian or German.

Sandra led us into our room. Inside there was a table with an assortment of toys, a few ropes anchored to the ceiling and walls, but most interesting was a rope spider web that took up most of one wall.

"Do you mind if I take the lead? I've been fantasising about this all night" whispered Sandra. I replied with a nod. She unzipped the back of Paige's maid dress and pulled the ruffled left shoulder of her dress down her arm and off leaving it to hang with most of the left side of the dress uselessly in front of her. Her right shoulder still held up some of her dress, but Paige's left breast and side was exposed.

"Back up to the wall" Sandra ordered. Paige slowly, with her hands stretched behind her a little, backed towards the wall until she touched the artificial spider web.

"Now spread your arms and legs" Sandra continued, Paige complied adopting a spread eagle stance with her long legs forming a slightly wider than shoulder width apart. "Grab onto the web and don't let go." Hearing this Paige grabbed the web with her out stretched hands before tangling her feet into the web.

Sandra removed her dress and my penis strained against my pants when I saw her in bra and panties. She stepped back to the table and retrieved a long feather. As she returned Paige she spoke in a voice much sexier than the matter of fact commands; "well, well look what I caught. It looks so innocent."

"Please ma'am, wi--"

Paige was cut off by Sandra correcting her "it's 'your majesty' I am the spider queen after all."

"My apologies your majesty, I meant no disrespect. Please release me" begged Paige.

"Why would I do that, when you look so delicious." Sandra continued to ooze sexuality. "Besides once you are in my den there is no leaving."

After a short pause Sandra asked "can you feel them? the spiders crawling over you." And she started tickling Paige with her feather. Paige twitched wanting to brush of the imagined spiders but unable to let go of the web without permission.

Seeing what Sandra was up to, I grabbed a Wartenberg wheel and joined in the fun. Sandra moved her feather down Paige's left side and began tormenting her left thigh, and I travelled the wheel down her right arm.

When I passed over her armpit I caught Paige suppressing a shiver. Sandra had now started gently brushing Paige's inner thigh and with her free hand gentle stroked Paige's cheek. "You understand right? You are helpless in the lair of a monster, a demoness" Sandra said to her victim.

"Yes your majesty" quivered Paige in response.

I took to fondling Paige's left tit through the thin cloth of her dress. And in response Paige commented "my, you have many hands your majesty." Sandra didn't reply just taking Paige into a deep slow kiss.

My hand left Paige's breast stroking down. I replaced it with the Wartenberg wheel, letting the pins gently tingle her breast through the dress.

Sandra dropped her torment device to grab Paige's face with both hands, increasing the passion of their kiss. And I began paying attention to Paige's other lips. First I just brushed the surface with my finger tips, gently rubbing. I then started working my fingers into her folds, teasing her with the occasional touch to her clit. Finally after my fingers were dripping with her excitement I slipped one then two fingers into her pussy.

All the while, I enjoyed the sight of my girlfriend in her underwear making-out with my **** in half a maid costume. Sandra would occasionally break the kiss to suck an ear lobe or bite the slaves neck. Paige was glistening with sweat. One of her erect nipples strained against her dishevelled dress: I caught glimpses of the other as she twisted against Sandra. Our prey's arms flexed trying to tear the web from the wall, anything to make her own passion manifest, but her hands didn't--couldn't let go.

And then in an instant Sandra pushed me back, Paige was left gasping full of surprise and frustration. I was stunned by Sandra's sudden halt, dropping my wheel, and I wasn't mid kiss. Sandra explained "I know it's cruel but so fun. And I wouldn't want to neglect you." She started rubbing me through my jeans, then boxers when she opened my belt and fly.

Paige came to terms with her sudden abandonment, but still whimpered at the sounds of our excitement. "I also wanted to taste her" Sandra informed me before taking my fingers in her mouth. Her sucking sent a wave of pleasure to my dick. She worked her hand around my underwear to free my erection.

She slowly stroked my cock but her attention shifted back to the neglected beauty. "What shall we use on her next?" she asked me.

We returned to the selection of toys. She grabbed a dildo and headed back. I scanned the options deciding to take back a melting ice cube.

"I have some thing you'll like" Sandra informed Paige and ordered "lick!" Paige obeyed without hesitation probing the unknown object that her mistress had put in front of her. She instantly discovered it was a phallus and started licking the shaft and kissing eagerly. Her mistress moved the dildo down dragging its tip over Paige's nude breast, as I touched her shoulder with the ice.

I skated the ice across her skin until it rested above her bare breast. Cool drops of water dripped onto her bare nipple, keeping it erect. Sandra was penetrating Paige's pussy. All of a sudden Paige let out a yelp of pleasure and I heard a low buzz, evidently the dildo could vibrate. Soon Paige was breathing heavily and mewling.

She came, rocking her hips to fuck the dildo. Her knees buckled as she screamed. She was able to hold herself up with the web. She hung there gasping out 'think you's and trying to catch her breath. Damp with water form ice and sweat, her dress clung to her. Sandra looked at her hungry, the night wasn't over.