Swore.

Nodding, Anthony escorted me to the dining room, where I immediately attempted to retreat back into the kitchen. The reason as to why, was because Mrs. Nesbeth, wearing nothing but her underthings, was standing on top of their table, as well as an array of riding crops, soft leather whips, what looked like glass tubes with rounded caps, much like the kind used in chemical experiments, and several lengths of rags and thin rope. After being pulled back out and almost forcibly sat in a chair, Anthony spent several minutes talking at me and, reminding me I had just swore to do, finally convinced me to be still and silent.

"Right. Now that he's settled, it's your turn," he said, leaping onto the table to join his wife, while the other two began preparing their ropes. Anthony stood before their wife with his back to me and said to her. "Diane, I've explained to Mr. McKay that this is what you want, but after that display, I don't think he's totally convinced. Perhaps you would have better luck?"

Mrs. Nesbeth rolled her eyes at me and exhaled loudly. "I, Diane Nesbeth, of sound Mind and Body, do consent to my husbands, Anthony, Ian and Roland, to do with my Body as they wish, in order for them to bring me sexual gratification. And should I feel endangered at any time, I will say the word "Tulip" three times, and they will immediately stop and attend to me, should there be any complications." Her annoyed glare quickly turned into that catlike grin again. "I also consent to you watching us, and if the mood take you, to join us."

I swallowed hard nervously, expecting her husbands to have several harsh comments about that, but they just shook their heads. All eyes were on me as I stared at, perhaps the most forward woman I had ever met. Ian cleared his throat loudly, getting my attention and motioning with his head, as if to ask me if I had understood. I swallowed again, and slowly nodded.

Quick as cats, her husbands descended on her. Ian and Roland set upon tying her arms together behind her back, while Anthony started tearing her clothing off of her. I gazed in silent horror, but the look of excitement, fear and anticipation in her eyes, just before they were covered in a makeshift blindfold, kept me in my seat.

Forcing her onto her knees, Anthony and Ian spread her legs painfully wide in front of me, displaying their wife's sex to me. I felt my cheeks start to burn as I took in the sight of her clean shaven groin, but the bruise marks upon it sent chills down my spine. Nearby, the whooshing of air cut through Mrs. Nesbeth's heavy panting, as I watched Roland take the crop and gave it several test swings.

Climbing onto the table behind her, Roland tapped the crop all along her shoulders, sometimes lightly, sometimes a little harder, making her flinch away from the sensations. Making his way to her breasts, he teased her nipple with the tip before giving it a quick swat. Mrs. Nesbeth gasped and hissed at the pain, but from my seat, it was evident to see that she truly was enjoying this, for a small splash of liquid ushered forth from her nethers. Continuing his downwards journey, Roland tapped upon her groin, just under her navel. After a few more teasing touches, he reared his hand back and with a powerful grunt, brought it down hard to deliver a great strike, when Mrs. Nesbeth yelled out "Tulip! Tulip! Tulip!"