Chapter 5: Bondage Threesomes

In this chapter, we will consider the subject of bondage threesomes with particular reference to married couples who seek outside participants for their bondage sessions. As we noted in an earlier chapter, bondage threesomes occur in a variety of contexts. Thus, a third party may serve either as a passive witness or as a participating witness.

The passive witness performs a more important function than might be realized. The additional humiliation of being observed by an outsider provides added and often intense masochistic excitement for the victim, and also helps to gratify the victim's unconscious exhibitionist tendencies. Passive witnesses would probably be employed much more frequently were it not for the fact that many persons cannot be trusted to be discreet about such matters.

A participating witness can serve in one of four capacities: sole aggressor, co-aggressor, sole victim, or co-victim. Couples who are both submissive enjoy finding a third party who will put them through their paces together, while couples who are dominant like to find submissive individuals to serve in the role of victim. In the latter case, the victim is most often a female. However, males sometimes serve in such roles; particularly men with strongly submissive-transvestite-bisexual tendencies.

Normally a third party (nearly always female) will be sought out to play the role of co-victim in situations where the wife plays a submissive role in the marriage. The co-victim in such a situation performs a number of functions, not the least of which is allowing the wife to satisfy her unconscious lesbian tendencies. Single girls who desire to play the role of co-victim usually find no shortage of couples willing to allow them to play this role.

A third party may also serve in the role of co-aggressor. A male is rarely called upon to play this role, since dominant males do not want their participation and dominant females have no need for them unless their victims possess strong homosexual tendencies. However, dominant females are often called upon to act in the role of co-aggressor. This usually occurs in situations where the third party joins with another dominant female to inflict double torment upon a submissive male. However, occasionally a dominant female will be called upon to assist a dominant male in inflicting masochistic torment upon a submissive female. This most frequently occurs where the victim has strong lesbian tendencies, but also has strong inhibitions that permit her to indulge in lesbian activities only under duress.

The following case histories will provide some examples of the activities of bondage threesomes.

Case History No. 8

Betty C. is twenty-two, a college senior majoring in journalism. A comely brunette who stands five feet, four inches and possesses an appealing 36-24-35 figure, Betty is an adventurous and fun-loving girl who has traveled extensively in Europe and the States. She has had a succession of boyfriends but prefers to avoid any serious involvements at this stage of her life. Betty regards herself as a sexual sophisticate and, among other things, has experimented with erotic bondage.

"As far as I'm concerned, I practically earned a master's degree in sex last summer!" Betty remarked with an amused smile as our interview began. "Let me explain. Last summer I received an invitation to spend my vacation in Vancouver with a couple of friends of my older sister, whose names are Ken and Nancy. I had never been in that part of the world before and jumped at the chance.

"The scenery was breathtaking and I fell in love with the area immediately. Ken and Nancy are only about four years my senior, so we had lots in common, Nancy is a leggy honey blonde who's very pretty and has a really eye-catching figure. She worked as an airline stewardess with an international line before getting married, so she knows her way around. Ken's family is quite wealthy and the two of them live on their own private estate in an extremely large house. In fact, you might call it a mansion. That of course meant they had plenty of room for me. The first few days there was plenty to keep me busy: horseback riding, swimming, sunning, and so on. Either Ken or Nancy or usually both of them were with me most of the time.

"However, I soon began to notice that Ken and Nancy bad a habit of slipping off to a small guesthouse that was located some distance from the main house. Although it was obvious what they were up to, I was still rather puzzled about what was so special about the guesthouse. After all, presumably they could have done the same thing in their own bedroom.

"This continued for several days, and I must admit that my curiosity began to get the best of me. One evening I noticed the two of them slipping away right at dusk, and couldn't resist the temptation to follow them. After giving them a few minutes' head start, I walked down the path that led to the guesthouse. It had grown quite dark and I had no fear of being accidentally discovered. When I came closer to the guesthouse, I could see that a light was on and that one of the windows was wide open. When I got close enough to the guesthouse to take a peek inside, believe me, I had to clap a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming with surprise! It was one of those scenes that you might read about or see in a movie, but it wasn't anything you'd expect to see in real life.

"Wearing only a pair of dark-brown nylons and a garter belt, Nancy was strung up by her hands to a hook in the ceiling! She was nearly off the ground, her entire body straining and her long blond hair flowing down her bare back. Ken, stripped to his shorts, was standing behind her and to her left, and was putting a leather strap to her bare buttocks!!

"I could hardly believe my own eyes. On the surface, you would never dream that those two would go in for something like that. Completely stunned by what I was watching, I stood there looking on as Ken continued applying that strap to her hips. With each application, Nancy jerked almost spasmodically and, throwing back her head, would utter a cry that mingled pain with definite excitement. It was readily apparent that she was thoroughly enjoying the bizarre abuse he was inflicting upon her.

"That strapping just seemed to go on and on. Although Nancy's buttocks soon became a flaming scarlet and every muscle in her body must have been aching from being stretched out like that, she never once complained or asked to be spared. From time to time, I caught sight of her face and, though she was sobbing and her distress was quite apparent, it was obvious that she was wildly excited. Ken never seemed to let up with the strap. It was apparent from the hefty bulge in his shorts that he was thoroughly enjoying himself. He had seemed like such a pleasant and bland fellow that it seemed almost impossible that he would be capable of inflicting such pain on a woman.

"To my own astonishment, I found my own excitement rising as I watched that bizarre scene. I tried to imagine what it must be like to be in Nancy's position with the strap being put to me unmercifully by a well-built and thoroughly aroused male. I kept glancing at the bulge in Ken's shorts and wishing there was some way for me to get in on the act.

"Nancy's pretty buttocks were fire-engine-red when Ken finally tossed the strap aside. She was sobbing and begging him for sex in a highly aroused, almost abandoned, manner. It was hard to imagine that such severe mistreatment could have excited her that much, but there was no doubt that she was simply carried away.

"Biting my nails, I watched as Ken stripped off his shorts. Boy, was he ever built! He stepped up behind her and grabbed her roughly, pulling her helpless body toward him. Although I couldn't see distinctly, it was apparent from Nancy's earsplitting screams that he was impaling her anal canal on that thick pole of his! The very idea made my knees get weak under me. Sobbing and crying out with exclamations that mixed pain and excitement, Nancy writhed sensuously as he stood behind her pumping vigorously. As they twisted about, I could see that sturdy red muscle pumping in the crevice of her buttocks. It was a horrifying yet fascinating sight, and I found myself getting wet between the legs at the thought of being in Nancy's place. The pain she was enduring must have been excruciating, but it was quite obvious that she really wanted it that way.

"When their spasms and loud gasps made it apparent that they bad both achieved an orgasm, I decided that it was time for me to slip away. I was shaking like a leaf from what I had seen and, deciding that I couldn't possibly face them that evening at least, I retired to my room for the night. As I lay in bed, I couldn't take that bizarre sight out of my mind for anything. It was so exciting, so compelling, that I kept thinking about it. Feeling a little juvenile, I found myself masturbating and soon reached a warm, wet climax.

"I finally drifted off to sleep afterward, but the next day I couldn't help thinking about what I had seen. It was all so bizarre and different from anything I had ever experienced that my curiosity was simply overwhelming. For some reason, I knew I wanted to at least experiment with it. Although I naturally had grave reservations about what I was doing, that afternoon I confessed to Nancy that I had seen everything the previous evening.

"She looked quite surprised and embarrassed, but then laughed when I remarked that I wished some of my boyfriends would treat me that way. We started talking about it and she explained in considerable detail about how the two of them were ardent bondage devotees. She added that an entire room in their house had been set aside as a secret bondage chamber, but that they had been using the guesthouse during my visit because they were afraid that they would be overheard in the house.

"By this time, I was just dying to see that bondage chamber and also wanted to get some experience myself. I admitted as much to Nancy, who seemed quite surprised but pleased. Explaining that they had never had an outsider participate in their sessions before, she indicated that she was sure that Ken would have no objection.

"Of course, as might be expected, Ken didn't have the slightest objection. In fact, he decided that it was time to initiate me right then and there! He and Nancy held a brief conversation, and then she asked me to accompany her to their bedroom. On the way, she explained that Ken wanted us both to be dressed in fetish-style outfits for the occasions Deciding that it would be better not to ask any questions, I went along with the idea.

"In their large bedroom, Nancy began showing me part of their extensive collection of leather and rubber apparel and boots. I had seen some pictures of garments like that, but had never realized that individuals actually had collections of them. I would liked to have spent some time examining them, but Nancy explained that Ken could get quite impatient if we made him wait.

"At Nancy's suggestion, I dressed in a basic outfit consisting of black nylon panties, matching garter belt, and sheer black nylons. Omitting a bra, I put on a skimpy leather halter that left my midriff bare and showed considerable cleavage. With this, I wore a very abbreviated black leather skirt that failed to cover my stocking tops. With some assistance from Nancy, I then put on full-length kid gloves that fit me like a second skin. Finally, Nancy brought out a pair of spike-heel knee-length black leather boots that were laced all the way up in front. Fortunately, they were a perfect fit. It took me awhile to lace them up properly, but the results were well worth the effort. The boots left my feet arched quite steeply, and molded very tightly around my ankles and calves, outlining them perfectly. Properly booted and wearing the leather outfit, I examined myself in the full-length mirror. I'm afraid I blushed a little when I realized how short my skirt really was, but I was really pleased with the outfit. Although I had never worn such high heels before, I found that they were surprisingly easy to walk in and really had an enhancing effect on my legs.

"Next, it was Nancy's turn to dress up fetish-style. She wore the same basic outfit of black panties, garter belt, and nylon hose that I did, but by way of contrast decided to wear a rubber outfit. This consisted of a rubber skirt hemmed to end just at the tops of her nylons, together with a pretty rubber jacket that fit her buxom figure quite nicely. Rubber gloves, a small rubber cap, and knee-length rubber boots completed the outfit. I must admit that I had never realized that a rubber outfit could be so appealing.

"Telling me that Ken wanted to attend to her first, Nancy told me to wait in the bedroom until Ken was ready for me. She was gone for some little time and, as might be expected, I became more and more apprehensive with each passing minute. My mind kept going back to what I had seen in the guesthouse, and my heart was soon pounding wildly. When I heard Ken's steps on the stairs, I was really in a state.

"He quickly burst in to the room, carrying a dog collar and some rope. Knowing that I was blushing vividly, I kept my eyes lowered as he paused to give my fetish costume an appreciative glance. Although it didn't do any good, I couldn't refrain from tugging at the hem of my leather skirt in a futile effort to cover up my stocking tops.

"I couldn't help feeling a little undignified as he snapped the dog collar around my neck, letting the leash hang down in front. Next, he tied my gloved wrists securely together behind my back in a crossed position. By this time, I already felt quite helpless and within his power, and when I noticed that he was visibly aroused I felt my excitement beginning to mount.

"Taking me by the leash, he started escorting me down the stairs. With my inexperience in such matters, I found it extremely humbling to be led by the leash like that, as if I were some totally inferior creature. In addition, I had to be careful negotiating the stairs in those spike-heeled boots, and couldn't help blushing warmly when he continually looked back over his shoulder to observe my progress.

"When we made it downstairs, Ken led me into his study. It appeared to be like any other study might be, although larger than most. I was about to ask him why he had taken me in there when he pulled aside a bookcase to reveal a door. As I soon discovered, the door opened to a secret stairway that led down to their bondage chamber. It was just like some old Gothic novel, and I felt my heart in my throat as he started leading me down those winding, dimly fit stairs.

"Finally, we arrived in the bondage chamber. It was just like a dungeon! The walls were black and the lighting was deliberately low, creating a dark and foreboding atmosphere that had an immediately chilling effect on me. In the dim light, I could make out various chains, straps, and bondage devices attached to hooks on all four walls, while there were various bondage and torture-type devices scattered around the floor of the large room. It was just like something out of the Middle Ages, and I felt my knees weakening under me at the prospect of being tormented by some of those bizarre devices.

"I had forgotten about Nancy until Ken led me over to one corner. There was Nancy strung up to a hangman's gibbet in total subjugation! She was still completely attired in her rubber outfit and was blindfolded and gagged with a rubber ball on a dowel stick. Her hands were tied to the horizontal bar of the gibbet, while her ankles were tied to the base of the vertical bar. An expandable metal bar extended from the gibbet into the small of her back, forcing her to arch her back and thrust out her midsection in an almost unbelievable and totally grotesque manner! It looked as if every muscle in her body must have been stretched to the utmost, and I didn't see how she could endure it. Her vision totally obscured by the heavy blindfold, she seemed oblivious of our presence.

"I didn't have to be told that my turn was next, and could feel my teeth chattering as Ken led me over to a wooden device on the floor. The device, which I later learned was known as a St. Andrew's cross, consisted of a six-by-six wooden frame with two other lengths of wood forming an X within the frame. I had no idea how it might be employed, but I soon found out.

"To make sure that I did not object to any of his plans, Ken decided to start out by gagging me. Without realizing what I was letting myself in for, I quickly opened my mouth when Ken produced another rubber-ball device similar to the type I had seen Nancy wearing. He forcibly fit it into my mouth between my teeth, and I suddenly found out how uncomfortable it was to have my mouth pried open like that. I tried to protest but it was much too late.

"Untying my wrists temporarily, Ken made me stretch out spread-eagle fashion on the cross so that my arms and legs were atop the X-shaped lengths of board. Beginning at my gloved wrists, he proceeded to tie all four limbs securely to the cross. To make this task easier for him, he had placed various lengths of rope under the cross beforehand. Gagged and helpless, all I could do was watch as my wrists, forearms, elbows, and upper arms were securely lashed to the cross. Next, my ankles, calves, lower thighs, and upper thighs were likewise lashed to the cross. It took some time and it was all quite uncomfortable, but I found it quite exciting to be restrained in such a helpless manner. Of course, I could see that he had tied me in a manner that would leave him quite free to torment me sexually, and it was quite a frightening sensation to realize that he could do anything he wanted to me and that I was powerless to stop him.

"When he finished tying me up, he promptly proceeded to prop the frame up against the wall. Gagged and spread-eagled like that, there was nothing I could do as I suddenly found my weight pressing down uncomfortably against the ropes. However, the ropes were tied securely and held me firmly lashed to the cross just like some sacrificial victim.

"Ken left me suspended like that while he began disrobing. In a moment, he was completely undressed and of course he was quite aroused. Knowing that I would simply have to endure whatever form of sexual abuse he had in store for me, I found myself writhing against my bonds with a mixture of fear and excitement. Although he hadn't even laid a hand on me, I was fully sexually aroused.

"Without further ado, Ken proceeded to turn the frame twice on its side and, to my astonishment, I suddenly found myself hanging upside down! With the blood suddenly rushing to my head, I tried to protest through my gag but of course that was impossible. My short leather skirt fell back, leaving my black panties fully on display. But that was only the beginning of it. Ken stepped forward with a pair of scissors and there was nothing I could do but make protesting noises through my gag as my panties were promptly cut apart and removed with a firm yank!

"There I was with my legs spread-eagled, absolutely showing everything! Ken took his time inspecting me and all I could do was squirm with embarrassment. To torment me all the more, he pried the lips of my vulva wide apart with his fingers and leisurely took his time to inspect me at close range! It was easy to see that he was a master in the art of making a girl feel immodest and ashamed.

"After this he left me for a moment and went over to Nancy, who was only a few feet away but outside of the range of my vision. I heard a loud moan from her plus the sound of cloth ripping, which made me think that her panties were being cut away the same as mine had been. I began to hear a low buzzing sound, but it wasn't until I heard Nancy's moans that I knew he was tormenting her with a vibrator.

"When he finally returned to me, I shuddered and then froze in horror when I noticed that he was carrying a lighted candle! But there wasn't a thing I could do to defend myself and in a moment that candle was sticking upward out of my vagina! You can just imagine what a grotesque sight I presented lashed to the cross like that with that candle flickering between my legs!

"Standing back to admire his handiwork for a moment, Ken left me suspended in that bizarre and somewhat frightening manner as he returned to Nancy. Once again I heard the vibrator and her moans that mingled discomfort with excitement. Although I wondered how much more of this bizarre torment and abuse I could endure, I must admit that it was wickedly exciting. That hard candle forcing my vagina] walls apart constantly felt like a sturdy phallus, and I found myself working my pelvis with coital-like movements.

"Ken returned and knelt on a small bench right in front of my face. This left his stiff thing parallel with my face, and there was nothing I could do but submit as he began tormenting my face and throat with it! Maneuvering it with his hand, he rubbed the tip against my throat, chin, cheeks, lips, eyes, and forehead while I moaned with excitement and deep sexual humiliation. I was beginning to realize how exquisitely exciting it could be to be subjected to sexual abuse, and I'm sure it was quite apparent to him that his new bondage convert was one highly aroused young woman.

"He left me for a moment to attend to Nancy, but quickly returned. Without giving me a moment to try to catch my breath, he removed the candle from my vagina but promptly replaced it with a large vibrator. Turning the vibrator on for a moment, he watched for a moment as I simply had to writhe and squirm with that phallic object constantly vibrating against the expanded walls of my vagina. Once again he knelt on the small bench in front of me and started tormenting my face with his hard penis once again. By this time, I was really going wild and was nearly dying to take it into my mouth as far as I could. He finally removed my gag and almost instantly inserted his bone-hard muscle into my opened mouth. It was so big it hurt, but I loved it! Although every muscle in my body was aching, that vibrator in my vagina and that big cock in my mouth were driving me crazy. I was sucking with loudly audible slurping sounds and he began pumping back and forth with regular and firm strokes. I could almost feel him ready to explode in my mouth. Suddenly that warm sticky fluid began spurting into my mouth in erratic jets, giving me quite a mouthful. At about the same time, I started going off with a multiple orgasm that was simply out of this world. My entire body jerked and writhed against the bonds that held me lashed to that cross, and I began to realize the thrill of being a helpless bondagette. He made no effort to draw back from me and I willingly kept it in my mouth, trying to suck all I could out of it. The waves of my orgasm had barely begun to subside when I realized that I wanted a lot more of this bizarre, offbeat sex!

"That was my initiation to bondage, and I suppose that it almost goes without saying that the three of us spent the next few weeks enjoying various forms of offbeat sex. Ken and Nancy gave me a complete course in bondage, spanking, and kinky costumes, and I must admit that I was quite an enthusiastic convert. Although I've always considered myself quite liberal when it comes to sexual matters, I was really astounded at how uninhibited I could become when under restraint and forced to do things I otherwise probably could never have done.

"One example will prove what I am talking about. One afternoon Ken rather impulsively decided to conduct an impromptu bondage session. This took place in the main bedroom rather than in the dungeon, and this time Nancy and I were wearing only garter belts and nylons. Ken bound us at the ankle and wrists with clothesline ropes, and then decided to give us both a good smack-paddling with his hand.

"Sitting on the side of the bed, he took us one at a time over his lap and spanked us smartly with his open hand. He spanked me first, and that big rough hand of his soon had me squirming like a worm. I could feel myself getting nice and wet between the legs as the temperature in my bottom started going up and up. Before he stopped, my bottom was as red as a ripe tomato and my face was wet with tears.

"After my spanking, I watched as Nancy got hers. She really squirmed and carried on as his hand started slamming down on her tender bottom, really flattening each cheek and quickly making her a nice hot pink all over. She kicked her stockinged legs as much as the bonds at her ankles would permit, and she wound up crying and begging him to stop, although it was apparent that she found the spanking quite exciting.

"Following her spanking, Nancy was tied on the bed in a supine and spread-eagle position, her wrists and ankles spread well apart and securely tied to the posts of the bed. Still bound myself, I began to wonder what Ken had in mind. I soon found out! Picking me up bodily, Ken deposited me right on top of Nancy in a sixty-nine position!! You can bet that Nancy and I both howled with protest! Neither of us has the slightest lesbian tendencies, or so we thought. But despite our protests and indignant pleas, Ken tied me in a spread-eagle position over her so that our faces were right against each other's pussies! He pressed my face down against her and pushed her head up between my legs, telling us that we would both stay like that until we made each other come.

"We were both reluctant, and tried to fight it for a minute, but I finally felt Nancy's tongue going to work and I began to reciprocate. Boy, was that ever wild! I'm sure I could never have done that without being forced to do so. For the next few minutes, Nancy and I lay there squirming with our faces plastered against each other's wet pussies, our tongues driving each other frantic. In an amazingly short time, we had the sweetest come any two girls would want to have.

"After that, Ken used similar lesbian-type stunts on the two of us. Although I'm sure that neither of us could have voluntarily done such things, it was really quite easy and exciting when we were given no choice in the matter and simply had to do so. But I think that shows you how bondage can really get you to lose your inhibitions."

Case History No. 9

Jeanine and Ralph C. are both thirty and have been married for six years. The two of them live in Minneapolis, where Ralph works as a management consultant. He is a well-built, athletic man who was once a regular on a Big Ten football term. Jeanine is an extremely attractive platinum blonde of European origin, who is also quite athletic and once competed in the winter Olympics.

The two of them are ardent bondage fans and both strongly prefer playing the submissive role. Although it might seem curious that such physically well-endowed people would prefer to play sexually submissive roles, it is one of the anomalies of masochism that masochists are frequently well-built, healthy, and athletic individuals. For example, athletes are often masochists, and it is not unfair to say that the self-punishment required in training for many forms of athletic endeavor is in fact a form of masochistic enjoyment.

"When the two of us are alone, we take turns playing the submissive role," explains Jeanine. "We usually alternate from one week to the next, but we don't follow any rigid schedule. For example, we may reverse roles right in the middle of the week. In fact, there have even been times when we alternated roles more than once in a single evening. It all depends on what kind of a mood we are both in. We have been married long enough that we can kind of sense what the other wants.

"However, it is understood that whoever is in charge must play that role to the hilt. For example, when it's my turn to be boss, I am really a dominatrix. I even dress for the part in severe clothing and give orders that are deliberately unreasonable. And I even make him dress for the submissive role, often requiring him to wear a combination of women's clothing and shackles. I might add that we have quite a collection of items for this purpose.

"For example, I often require him to serve me attired in a complete French maid's costume consisting of frilly black undies, a firm black satin corset that compresses his waist quite a bit and also serves to hold up his long, black net stockings, abbreviated and flared black uniform dress trimmed in white and worn with highly starched white apron, high-heeled black sandals and little white maid's cap. I even require makeup and complete feminine accessories.

"While waiting on me hand and foot in this outfit, I usually require him to be restrained in some manner. Quite often this consists of a pair of serving shackles: metal cuffs that confine both wrists and ankles and which are connected by ten-inch chain hobbles. The wrist and ankle hobbles are also connected to one another by a four-foot-length of chain, which serves to confine his movements all the more. Although this outfit is quite confining, he can still perform chores in it.

"On such occasions, I usually dress in dominatrix style: leather slacks or skirts, boots, long black nylon hose, long kid gloves, and similar garments. Over the past several years, we have managed to acquire a nice collection of fetish-style boots of various types. Most are knee length and all of them have high, tapering heels, at least three inches, and up to five inches in length. Lacing up and polishing my shoes is one of my husband's chores and, although that often takes a considerable amount of time, I never seem to hear any complaints.