Free Freed by Berengaria Brown Page B

next door was numbered four.
    “Someone failed math,” Aurelia whispered.
    Niall inserted the key in the lock, and with suitable creaking and metal groaning noises, he and Mas pushed the door open. Aurelia stepped over the threshold carefully and waited as Mas slapped a modern-looking light switch, illuminating the room.
    Aurelia gasped. It really was a dungeon, but a dungeon of the BDSM variety. There were paddles and whips lined up in a rack on one wall, a spanking bench, another long bench with what looked like spaces for breasts and cocks to hang through, and over a huge padded mat in the center of the floor, a swing people could have sex in.
    Lined up on another bench were some costumes. Tight leather pants, a web of leather belts that she guessed was designed to expose the relevant pieces while hiding nothing much, a corset and bustier, a tiny skirt, and thigh-high boots with six inch heels. “Ye gods,” she gasped.
    Mas and Niall stood in front of her and bowed. “What is Madame’s pleasure,” they chorused.
    “Let’s play dress-up,” she suggested.
    So they did, laughing until the tears ran down their faces as Mas tried on the web of belts, lacing them across his chest and under his balls, but unable to work out exactly where to put his cock. They laughed even harder as the boots turned out to be too big to stay on her feet, but too small for either of the men to squeeze their feet into.
    The men urged her to try on the corset and bustier, which she did, both of them helping her lace it and palming her breasts while doing so. “I’d hate to wear one of these all the time. It may be sexy, but it’s not that comfortable,” she commented.
    “Now the swing,” said Niall.
    Mas fell flat on his ass as he jumped into it. Niall landed perfectly, and eventually got his feet in the stirrups, then Mas lifted Aurelia up onto his lap, but they were all laughing too hard to get into a position where Mas could join them, much less have sex.
    From there they tried out the various benches, even swatting each other with a selection of whips and paddles a few times, but all this naked play was proving too much for Aurelia. “I want to come. Let’s fuck,” she begged.
    “Not in the swing. My ass doesn’t need another hard landing on the floor,” objected Mas.
    “I was thinking of using these mats. They look nice and soft,” Aurelia replied.
    “Why not in bed?” asked Niall.
    “Where’s the bed?” Aurelia was confused.
    Niall opened a door which led into a bedroom with a huge circular bed. Happily they climbed onto it, and then Aurelia looked up. “Ye gods! The ceiling’s covered in mirrors.”
    “Of course. We don’t want to miss a second of our commitment night, now do we,” said Mas.
    “I guess not.”
    Resting on one of the pillows was a little basket containing scented lubes, chocolate-flavored body paint, and glow-in the-dark condoms. “Everything we could possible need,” said Mas, rolling on a rubber while Niall sniffed various tubes and bottles.
    “This one I think,” he said, handing it to Mas.
    “Citrusy, I like it.”
    Niall jumped off the bed and disappeared back into the dungeon, returning with a couple of paddles. “Let’s warm her cheeks a little before we begin.”
    Aurelia’s pussy creamed. She’d enjoyed paddling the men’s asses, but she’d liked it better when they’d smacked hers. She didn’t see herself as particularly into BDSM, and certainly not into the lifestyle, but for tonight, it had been be very arousing trying out all the different equipment, and she was definitely ready for some more BDSM play.
    She laid flat on her front, her legs spread wide, and took a deep breath as first Niall, then Mas spanked her. They didn’t spank her steadily. Every now and then one would tease her pussy, pressing a finger inside her, commenting on how wet she was. At one stage, Mas spread the chocolate body paint on her inner thigh then licked it off, licking her pussy as he passed