Ginger was surprised that Lynn had lost the contest. Her new friend had endured so much last Friday that she had been sure that one of the other two girls would lose. She guessed that Nancy must have held back nothing, and reminded herself that few women could endure having their cunts tickled that way for long.
The sight of Lynn hanging by her wrists, naked and about to be punished by this group of lusty females, had excited her deeply. When she saw Carol carrying an armful of leather straps she had guessed at once what was in store for her little friend.
She had watched in breathless anticipation as, one by one, the straps were cinched tight over Lynn's body. It was so much like the fantasy she had had just the night before, only the woman in the harness was now the victim. Watching the last, rough-edged strap disappear between Lynn's cunt lips had made her break out in a cold sweat.
Spanking Lynn had been less fun than she had thought it would be. She had tried to get into it, and Lynn's reaction had been reassuring, but somewhere inside her she was uneasy at the thought of hurting her that much. She found herself wanting to trade places, to have Lynn, wearing the harness, spank her in her slinky pants. Like her fantasy, that combination, for some mysterious reason, was far more erotic for her.
Ginger noticed Nancy and Teddi in the living room, sitting on the sofa chattering away in Korean. She walked over and joined them, thankful that they switched to English when she arrived.
"Wasn't that amazing?" Nancy asked.
"I haven't quite gotten over it," replied Ginger.
"You were really good. I could tell she enjoyed very much," said Teddi.
"Gosh, all I did is spank her," Ginger replied. "It did turn me on, though. How about you?"
"Oh yes. I'm so horny I can't stand it!" said Teddi, her eyes gleaming.
Nancy gave Teddi a surprised look, hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "I've never done anything like that before. I just, well, lost control. I hope I didn't offend anyone."
"I thought it was beautiful!" exclaimed Ginger. "It, shall I say, put Lynn out of her misery."
"What I want to know is, where did Carol get those, those things?" Teddi asked.
"I know a place," said Ginger, trying to sound matter-of-fact.
"Here in Honolulu?" Nancy asked, a bit incredulously.
"Well, there are catalogs that sell stuff like that. I also have some special sources. But Carol has more than good sex toys. She has a good attitude. Charismatic. I mean, how many dinner parties do you think turn out like this? She's definitely the hostess with the most-est!"
"And that Steve," Teddi injected. "What a hunk. How did Carol land him? He must be ten years younger than her!"
"I know," said Ginger. "And he's so frank about his quirks. So many men have them, but don't know how to deal with it. He really enjoyed himself arranging that tickling contest."
"Oh, but wasn't that fun?" asked Teddi. "I haven't done anything like that since I was a kid. Only then it wasn't sexy."
Again Nancy threw her friend a sidelong glance. Ginger was curious what was going on between the two of them, but knew better than to ask.
Just then she spotted Steve coming out of Carol's bedroom. He closed the door behind him and, as he walked towards them, she saw a funny looking bulge in his crotch. When he was closer she was sure she could see three little ridges in his pants, and guessed that Carol had made him wear a cock harness, just like she did to Ralph. She always made him wear one to the awful sports banquets they were obligated to attend, to accompany her own distress at wearing nothing under a sensuous gown, and she never had any problem getting him to leave early.
"Can I get anyone some more wine?" Steve asked.
There was a resounding chorus of yeses. Teddi offered to help, and Nancy did too. Ginger almost laughed watching the two of them bouncing off to the kitchen, so obviously enamored with him. She had to admit that he was good looking, but it was that slick, pretty look that she didn't really care for. He looked like a musician, or a movie star, and she liked cowboys. And jocks.
There was a lot of laughter coming from the kitchen. "Good grief!" Ginger thought to herself. "Is he tickling them again?" But after a moment she realized it was just the giggling of young women enjoying themselves, lacking the passionate overtones of sensual, erotic tickling. Even so, she found herself getting a buzz from it.
The two women returned first. Nancy offered her a glass of wine, then sat next to Teddi on the sofa. Steve brought in a platter of cheese and fruit.
"Sit down Steve, here. There's lots of room!" Teddi said, motioning for him to sit between her and Nancy. There really wasn't much room, but he didn't hesitate to squeeze himself between them. Ginger thought that his blood pressure must be rising sitting between two such lovely women dressed as they were. Other things were no doubt rising as well.
Teddi looked at him sheepishly, then spoke in a soft, little girlish voice.
"I really enjoyed your game. Doing it as a group made it extra special. Watching the others and knowing they were suffering as much as I was. Actually, I was on the verge of collapsing, and now I feel guilty for holding out longer than Lynn. She took quite a beating from us."
"Oh, she'll be fine," Steve said. "Carol's doctoring her up right now. I didn't see any cuts or blisters. It looked to me like towards the end there, actually from when Ginger had her turn, she had a very good time."
"I thought so too, and Nancy, bless her heart, made sure of it," said Ginger.
"Say, Teddi, weren't you the one who said you liked the feel of this qiana being dragged over your skin?" Steve asked.
Ginger saw more than just the question pass between them, and wondered if she had come in halfway through the movie.
"Why yes, that's right. I was thinking about, well, like foreplay."
"I know a really good way to do that. May I show you?"
"You mean, here? Now?"
"Why not? I think we all enjoyed what's happened so far. Why stop now?"
Teddi didn't answer right away, and again Ginger saw some special eye contact between her and Nancy. A few seconds passed, then she nodded.
"OK. But let's have some wine first, and some of that cheese."
Nancy spoke up, her voice quiet and serious.
"That harness Carol put on Lynn. It looked so wicked. I wonder how it feels? My tits ached just looking at it."
"I hear they're very popular in Europe and Japan," said Ginger. "If you ever get the chance, pick up a Japanese S&M magazine. Some of the local Japanese book stores bring them in. The Japanese love bondage, and their photography is much better than the stuff from Europe."
"Well, Ginger," Steve said, looking at her with renewed interest, "it sounds to me like this is not completely new to you."
"Oh, I've had some wild times. I like strong sex. What most people would call kinky stuff. I had no idea that Carol was such a kindred soul."
"She and I both. And you two, you seem to be enjoying this. Have you ever done anything like this before?"
"Now Steve," Ginger interjected, "it's not polite to pry into peoples' private lives. Do you always ask your new acquaintances if they like kinky sex?"
"It's all right, Ginger," Teddi offered. "I think it's fair to say that we have tried a few unusual things, things that our parents probably wouldn't approve of. I've heard about spanking, but always thought that it was, well, like spanking a naughty child. The way Lynn was tied up, and wearing that leather thing, it looked like a torture scene."
"Yes, a far cry from putting her over your knee and paddling her with the palm of your hand," said Ginger. "The harness does a number of things. It looks sexy. Not like a peek-a-boo nightgown, or crotchless panties. The look is much more highly charged, suggesting dominance and submission. There is a lot of both in sex, and a harness is one way to bring it out.
Ginger helped herself to a delicious piece of Muenster cheese, and when none of the others said anything she decided to press on.
"Some people act out complex scenes, like leading the victim around by a collar, like a dog on a leash. Dressing a male in woman's underwear, or a sexy dress like yours. Shouting insults like a marine drill sergeant. Urinating or defecating on them."
"Yech!"
"Oh yes, some people really get off on that. Speaking of torture chambers, there are lots of sex motels in Japan with all sorts of specially decorated rooms. Roman baths. Round beds that revolve and even go up and down. And even torture chambers, with stone walls and manacles. It's like a movie set, designed to transport you for a few hours into a fantasy land where you can get in touch with your deepest and most secret desires."
"Oh Nancy, let's take a trip to Japan!"
"Teddi!" Nancy replied, with that little whine that meant 'not now!' Then she turned to Ginger and spoke with genuine interest.
"Please, I'd like to hear more about this."
"Back to the harness, another way it works is to produce a feeling of tightness. I guess that sounds strange, but people who get off on bondage often say that part of what turns them on is the feeling of ropes, or in this case the leather straps, pulling tight on their skin. I personally think that women have it much better than men, because of the way the straps can pull tight against their breasts and up into their crotch."
"Yeah, I really liked the way Lynn's breasts bulged out," said Steve.
"But that strap between her legs, it looked so painful!" added Nancy.
"Oh, it's painful all right, but nothing compared to what a man would feel. But you know, there are men who find it erotic to have their balls squashed that way!"
"Ouch! Just thinking about it makes mine hurt."
"You know, Steve, there's a lot in common with how you feel about sensuous female clothes and this type of bondage. Continuous sexual stimulation that you're relatively unable to do anything about. In your case, tickling. With bondage, it's pain. Both provide lots of strong stimulation."
"Like Carol's rubber underwear?" asked Teddi.
"Exactly," replied Ginger. "Actually, it's sort of a progression. Wearing sensuous clothes that feel good on is the least intense. Full-on harnesses and restraints are the extreme. Then there are the dildo pants and stuff that can be worn under regular clothes, which are sort of in between."
"Yeah," said Steve, "I get all turned on when Carol wears stuff like that. She has quite a collection. Sometimes we go out, and she keeps whispering in my ear how turned on she is. I can never wait to get her home! Once we were dancing and she started to come, right in the disco. She had to hold onto me to keep from falling down. I guess it looked like she was pretty drunk."
"You know," said Ginger, "I have some ideas for rubber underwear that are pretty far out. Both for men and women."
"Oh, tell us!" exclaimed Nancy.
"For a woman, I'd like to see a tight fitting bikini with molded in dildos, one for her cunt and the other for her ass. The dildos are hollow. The front one is covered with little bristles, and inside is a smooth steel ball. The ball is larger than the inside of the dildo, and as it moves up and down it stretches the rubber and makes the bristles fan out. That way the bristles would rub against the inside of the woman's cunt.
"Now, suppose the front dildo were connected to the rear one by a little tube, and the hollow places and the tube were filled with a think liquid, some kind of oil. And that the rear dildo is stiffer, less stretchy, than the front. The effect I want is that when the women squeezes the rear dildo with her asshole, the ball slides up the inside. When she relaxes, it slides back."
"Hey, that sounds terrific! I've never heard of anything like that. What about for us guys?"
"Well, for starters, how about a pair of tight latex shorts with a built-in merkin? Imagine a tight pair of spandex bike pants. Along the inside of one leg is a soft hollow tube that opens up in the center, right where your dick is. You could wear it under a lose fitting pair of pants and no one could tell, just like Carol does."
"Oh yeah!"
"I'm not sure how the merkin should be made. I mean, whether it should squeeze tight, or be lose inside, so your dick can jiggle around. What do you think?"
"Well," said Steve, "if it were tight it would be hard to get your dick into it. I think lose would be nicer."
"That's what I thought. If you want a lot of stimulation the tube could be lined with sharp teeth, like that bra Carol has on, or a series of ridges."
"Hey, it sounds like a winner. Both do. Why don't you market those? You might just make some bucks off of it."
"Actually, I just might. Really, I haven't pursued it that much, but I have a friend who's a whiz at making things like that out of rubber. She just does it for fun, for her friends, and charges very little. I think if we got together we could make some money."
"She makes it herself? How in the world does she do it?"
Ginger found his interest amusing, and couldn't help chuckling a little. "Gosh, all I know is she started with simple things, and it just grew out of that. I remember when she started working with, of all things, old inner tubes. She was a poor, impoverished student at the time, and you couldn't beat the price for supplies.
"It all started when her boyfriend, a foreign student from Japan, introduced her to bondage. She loved the feel of the rope pulling up tight between her legs and across her breasts, and they both wanted her to experience the same feeling when they went out on dates. They tried it a few times, but the ropes either worked themselves loose or were so tight they chaffed. And it tended to show.
"Then she tried making things from elastic, like the kind you put in a waistband. But it didn't pull hard enough, and looked pretty dumb.
"Then she thought of using a cut up inner tube, and it worked pretty well. She made a bikini bottom and a bra-like thing, really just an overgrown rubber band with holes about the size of a half dollar for the ends of her tits. She showed it to me once. Very primitive compared to what she's doing know, but it did the job. Her second one was a one piece, sort of like the harness Lynn just wore. She said you had to squirm around to get into it, but you never forget you had it on.
"Then she started contacting suppliers and buying better materials. After a few more tries her creations started to look really good. She uses latex mostly, but still likes neoprene, like an inner tube is made of, only she buys it in flat sheets.
"Next she started adding dildos, then bumps and pointed teeth. Those models don't just hug you, they attack you. In her latest efforts she's gotten into casting, so she can make more of it in one seamless piece. You know, I wouldn't be surprised if Carol's set was made by Judy. I wonder if they know each other?"
"It's a small island," offered Steve.
"Are you making this up?" asked Nancy.
"What I just told you about my friends work? Or about Carol?"
"The whole thing. I can't imagine a woman making things like that, or using them. I can imagine some guy fantasizing about something like that, but..."
"Whoa! Hold on there. Didn't you see Carol wearing something like that? And believe me, she loves to do it."
"Well, Steve, I guess you're right about that," Nancy admitted.
"Let me give you another example of what my friend is into. I saw this just the other day, and while it's still not perfected, I think it has potential. She took a regular girdle, the kind with legs that come partway down your thighs, and added a soft silicone dildo to it. She cast the dildo with a good sized lip around the base, so all she had to do was take a piece of leather, cut a hole in it just big enough for the shaft of the dildo, and sew it on with the dildo sandwiched in between.
"Now, that would make a nice pair of dildo pants, much more comfortable than the latex variety. But she didn't stop there. Cast into the dildo is a hollow brass tube, about a quarter inch in diameter. A piece of springy piano wire is inside the tube, and runs down and along one thigh, where it is securely sewn to the leg of the girdle. As you walk, the wire presses back and forth inside the dildo, making it move inside you. Small movements, even when you standing still, make the wire tap the side of the tube, which produces a nice, gentle stimulation."
"That sounds fantastic!" said Steve.
"I told you she was good at it. She's always dreaming up something new."
"What else has she made?" asked Nancy, rather timidly.
"Well, let's see. Oh, I know. A bikini bottom, real tight spandex, with a very odd shaped rubber thing glued into the crotch. It fits over your cunt, but doesn't actually go inside. The side facing your cunt is covered with little bumps and fingers, and it swells out up near the top, to press hard against your clit. The thing is shaped so that when you sit, the chair presses the rubber thing up hard against you. It looks kind of funny on. The rubber thing makes a big bulge, so it looks sort of like a man in a swimsuit. You can't wear it with pants, because it would show, but under something like a denim skit it's not visible. Standing up it doesn't do much, but when you sit down it really feels good against your clit."
"Have you tried it?" Nancy asked, still looking slightly shocked.
"Oh yes. I've worn it to class several times, and out to dinner. My boyfriend really gets off watching me squirm around, knowing what it's doing to me."
"Gosh!" Nancy exclaimed.
"Steve," said Ginger, "after dinner we were talking about women's clothes and how you, and other men, reacted to them. Do you feel anything like that about bathing suits? You know, the tight, shiny spandex kind. They can look pretty sexy."
"Well, sort of," he replied, "but for me it's just not the same. I think I like the idea of the fabric moving over the woman's body, constantly caressing her."
"Uh huh. But you know, a really tight spandex bathing suit would make tickling feel nice and strong. And it has that smooth, shiny look."
"That's a good point. I never really thought about it."
"And, if it's cut really narrow in the crotch it can press up hard there, like a harness. What do you think about a woman dressed in a one piece bathing suit that's really, really tight, with a very narrow crotch that digs up into her cunt. That and a pair of shorts to hide the fact?"
"Sounds like something Carol would enjoy. I like it too, don't get me wrong. But it's a little outside the mainstream of my, ah, strange desires. Say, have you tried that?"
"As a matter-of-fact, no. But I know some women who have, and they love it. They tell me it's a real mind blowing experience to stroll along the beach, looking at all the good looking guys and having your cunt on fire. One of them wraps the crotch with rough hemp twine, which is real scratchy. She's kind of into pain, more than I am."
"Really, Ginger?" Teddi asked, her eyes as big as saucers. "Women actually do that?"
"Oh yes. And those dance leotards too. I'm told that it's the latest campus craze, to wear a leotard and nylon jogging shorts, with the crotch of the leotard stuck up your cunt. Some of the girls make it contest, to see who can stand it longest."
"Oh wow!" said Steve, his voice almost a moan.
"Say, weren't you going to show Teddi something?"
"Right you are. Ready, Teddi?"
"What do I have to do?"
"Actually, we can all pitch in. I need the dining table cleared."
It only took a few minutes to clear off the remnants of the meal. Ginger noticed for the first time that the table was old and heavy, well up to the ordeal she guessed was coming. Her cunt tingled at the prospect.
"Now, Teddi, may I ask you to step out of your dress," Steve said matter-of-factly. "My, that was easy. I was going to ask you to remove your underwear but I see you're 'way ahead of me."
Steve placed three zabuton pillows on the table, and lifted Teddi up so that she was sitting on the edge. Then he guided her down until she was laying on her back with her ass sticking out over the edge. He quickly tied ropes to her ankles, then ran them up through eye bolts set into the exposed roof beams, tying the ends to the table legs. More ropes secured her wrists back over her head. Only the two of them knew how familiar this position was to them.
"Now we need some sensuous fabric. One of those qiana dresses would be perfect. Ginger, see if you can find one in Carol's bedroom. Knock first, though."
"Steve, I have a better idea. Use her skirt."
Ginger picked up Teddi's long pleated skirt and held it by the waist, shaking it so that the pleats fluttered.
"Well, we could, but it's not as slippery as what I have in mind. One like Nancy's is the best, the really fluid nylon."
"Yes, but have you ever thought about how nice the edges of the pleats feel on bare skin? I think this will work very well."
"Oh. Wow, I never thought of that. Here, let me try it."
Steve took the skirt and started to drag it between Teddi's legs. Her ass stuck out just enough past the edge of the table that the skirt touched nothing but her bare skin. The height of the table kept it from bunching up on the floor, allowing gravity to pull it back down.
"Now tell me, doesn't that feel good?"
"Oh Steve! Yes, it does! Mmmmm!"
Ginger stood watching, transfixed, her body tingling all over at the sight before her. As many times as she had done the same kind of thing, she had never seen it done to anyone else.
"Shall I stop?"
"No, no, don't stop. It's so good! Make it last a long time!"
Steve looked relieved. He changed his grip on the skirt, holding the waist with both hands to spread it out so that it covered her entire ass. Ginger shuddered as she thought about those little pleats teasing Teddi's cunt. Up and down, up and down it went. Teddi started to strain against the ropes.
"Ah, ha, oh, it tickles! Oh, stop. It tickles so much. Ahhhh!"
Ginger spotted the matching top to Teddi's outfit laying over the back of a chair. She picked it up and started to drag it over the young woman's breasts.
"Yaiiiiii! Oh no, no, please. Ahh. Ahhhh!"
Teddi was getting desperate now, bucking and twisting, trying to get away from the tortuous tickling. There was no escape for the poor girl. Ginger and Steve kept up the two-pronged attack on her body relentlessly.
Ginger was thrilled by Teddi's agonizing screams. Her cunt was wet and throbbing. She felt just like she did that afternoon when she did almost the same thing to Lynn. Then and now her slinky pants and top kept her body awash in delicate pleasure. Every time she moved her arms her nipples swept across the soft, cold nylon, doing to her the same thing she was doing to Teddi. She remembered how Carol had described the way her pleated jumpsuit just touched her crotch, and found that her pants were doing the same to her. All it took was a little concentration, and she could feel the selvage of the inseam just touching the lips of her cunt. She swayed her hips in a slow umi, brushing the inseam over her cunt and causing the lose fabric around her calves to brush back and forth. She desperately wanted something stronger, something to stimulate her clit, or something inside.
"Ahh. Ohhh! Steve, please, let me go! I'll die! I'll die! Ahhh! Please!"
Ginger suddenly noticed that Carol and Lynn had joined them. Lynn, to her great relief, looked fine. And so lovely in a dress that Carol must have found for her to wear. She had done something to put up her hair. All she needed was a pikake lei and she could be on her way to a high school winter prom. As beautiful as she knew Lynn to be, she had no idea she could look so good. Steve's hungry stare tacitly seconded her assessment.
"Now Steve," Carol said, sounding like a school teacher, "give the poor girl a rest."
Steve laid aside the skirt as Teddi gasped to catch her breath.
"Teddi, do you want him to stop?" Carol asked, her voice firm.
"Huh, huh, n-, no. Just don't go so long at a stretch. But, can it be stronger? I'll never come that way. It's too light."
At hearing Teddi's wish to come Ginger got even more excited. Until now, orgasm had not been the stated goal of the evening's games, despite Lynn's obvious climax, singular or plural Ginger wasn't sure. She glanced at Steve, who looked back with an expression of complete satisfaction. She knew her own face was much less composed. A moment after looking at her his expression changed. His smile faded, and he took a deep breath. She wondered what was going though his mind, and hoped that she'd soon have the chance to find out.
"Carol, may we have the white jumpsuit you had on earlier?" Ginger asked.
"Why of course, dear. Just a sec, I'll get it."
While waiting for Carol to bring the jumpsuit, Ginger went and checked on Teddi. Her breathing was back to normal, but her forehead was covered with sweat. She took a clean linen napkin and dabbed it off, smiling at her luscious victim.
"You OK?"
"Yeah. I can't believe this is happening."
"You want to stop?"
"I've dreamed of something like this for a long time. Nothing exactly like this, but close. Ginger, make it last a long time. And I want to come this way. I almost did there, but that skirt just tickled the outside. It feels so good, but I need more."
"Yes, I think I understand. Let's see how my idea works. Don't worry. We'll get you to nirvana, one way or another."
"Ginger, scratch my nose."
Ginger laughed. "That can be just as maddening, yeah? How's that?"
"Mmmm. That's it."
"Teddi, if you need us to stop, just say 'uncle.'" Like if you get a cramp or something."
"OK. But I hope I don't have to."
"Here you are, Ginger. Teddi, are you sure you're all right?"
"Yes Carol. I hope I'm not bothering your neighbors."
"Don't worry. You can make all the noise you want. Or would you prefer a gag?"
"No, I don't think so."
Ginger wanted to use the jumpsuit on Teddi herself, but she knew that Steve was enjoying this tremendously. She handed it to him.
"See? It's a much heavier jersey. The feeling should be much stronger. Try holding it like this, so that one leg is on top of the other. That should press harder."
Steve fiddled with it until he had it arranged the way Ginger suggested, then started drawing it between Teddi's legs. Ginger could just make out the sharp edges of the pleats slipping down between the lips of Teddi's cunt.
"Oh yes, oh, it's much stronger! Oh, oh, that tickles! It's so good! Ahh! Ahhhhh!"
Ginger picked up the skirt that Steve had been using and began dragging it across Teddi's breasts, tossing it across her chest, dragging it slowly towards her, then tossing it back, like surf casting. Teddi was howling with laughter, a beautiful sound that made Ginger incredibly horny. She wanted nothing more than for someone to touch her clit. She was sure that she would explode in a second.
Carol must have noticed her difficulty at getting the skirt to lay flat, and out of nowhere she produced a hanger with clamps. Ginger clipped the hangar to the skirt's waistband and went happily back to work.
After a few minutes Ginger could see that Teddi was getting very excited. At this rate she would come soon. Teddi had made it clear that she liked what was happening, and had asked that it last a long time. She knew from her own experience that the same tickling torture that did such a good job of building sexual tension can easily turn into a major annoyance once a certain level of arousal was reached. She decided to gamble that Teddi would enjoy it more if they slowed things down a bit.
"Steve, here, go back to this," she said, handing Steve the skirt and making sure her voice was loud enough for Teddi to hear. "She'll come too fast this way. Let's make her wait, and suffer a lot more before we let her come!"
"No, no, please, not that one! Oh Ginger, you're too cruel!"
Ginger held the white pleated pants suit and watched Steve tickle Teddi's cunt with the softer peach skirt. The white nylon jersey was damp, especially along the edges of the pleats.
Nancy came and stood next to Ginger, intently watching her friend's torment. Then she picked up the pleated top.
"May I?"
"Of course."
Nancy started to sweep the pleated fabric over Teddi's breasts. Teddi's reacted at once, doubling her efforts to try to escape. Her body was thrashing around, quivering in ticklish torment. Several more minutes passed, with Teddi alternately screaming with laughter and trying to hold back the screams. Ginger decided that is was again time to give their victim a break from the exasperatingly light tickling and let her have something a little stronger.
"Steve, let's switch back."
Ginger exchanged the soft, delicate skirt for the much heavier jumpsuit. Teddi's reaction to the heavier fabric was very noticeable this time. Her high pitched screams and hysterical laughter changed to lower pitched moans. She hadn't uttered a coherent word in several minutes.
Ginger was sure that the wider, stiffer pleats of the jumpsuit were sneaking down between the lips of Teddi's cunt, but not very far. She wanted them to touch Teddi's clit, to scrap over it in a way that would be electrifying.
"Steve, keep doing what your doing. Let me open her up a bit."
Ginger reached down and used her index and middle fingers to spread open Teddi's cunt. She kept her hand flat on Teddi's tummy to avoid blocking the pleats from seeking their goal. Once it was open she slipped her fingers inside and pulled it open wider, letting her middle finger seek out Teddi's clit. With Teddi's legs spread so wide it was easy to find, as smooth and hard as a fresh plumeria bud. She moved her finger back, spreading her fingers, and with them Teddi's cunt, exposing Teddi's clit to the onslaught of the river of pleated nylon.
"Yeaaaaa! Oh! Oh! Ahhh! Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Teddi's screams had reached full force. Ginger knew the pleats had found their mark. Now the question was whether or not she could endure so intense a feeling, and if it wasn't too strong to let her come.
"Nancy, try ease up there. Let's let her focus on her clit. My goodness, she has the biggest clit I've ever seen! Look at that. It sticks out so far I don't even have to hold her open."
"Oh! Oh! No, I can't stand it. Oh! It's too much! Too much!"
Ginger wasn't sure what to do. It was never easy to tell when a cry for help was just that, or a signal to keep on going. The good thing about bondage is that it allows the victim experience levels of feeling that would be intolerable without it. She let Steve torture Teddi's clit for a few more minutes, then decided to give her a break.
"Steve, time to switch again."
"No, don't stop. Don't tickle me anymore! I can't bear it. I can't. I'll dieeeeee! Ahhh! Oh, ha, haaa, heeee!"
Steve was very good at his job, keeping the skirt dancing over her entire ass in a nice even rhythm, careful not to draw it towards her clit. She dearly wished that she was in Teddi's place.
Her connection of pleated skirts with sex went back to high school, and really formed the basis for her interest in all kinds of autoerotic clothing and sex toys. She had come a long way in four years, and always considered herself to be lucky to be her age at a time when women's fashion exploded with sensuality. And when sex itself had undergone a revolution. When she was fifteen she believed that only bad girls had sex before marriage. How different things were now, when sex on the first date was the norm and relationships seldom lasted more than a few weeks.
She had developed a strange infatuation with pleated skirts. White, accordion pleated, made from silky synthetics that she knew nothing about save that they looked like they might feel good on naked skin. Cottons and wools held no interest for her.
She had shopped compulsively for just such a skirt, and just when she was about to resign herself to possibility that her idea had no basis in reality she stumbled onto the perfect skirt in a little shop in Kailua. It was made of rayon, stiff enough to hold the knife edged pleats, silky and cold against her skin. She had worn it to school regularly without any underwear, delighting in the way it felt, masturbating feverishly as soon as she got home to relieve the pent-up sexual energy it created.
There had been one aspect of her infatuation that had not come true. She had wanted to be able to sit in class and feel the pleats tickling her cunt. Try as she might, she had never succeeded, cursing the placement of the female sex organ and envying men for their much more accessible penis.
She never understood why, but it was months before she included the skirt in one of her afternoon sex sessions. She had laid back on her bed, just like Teddi was now, and dragged the skirt between her legs. Finally she felt what she had hoped to feel, and it had been a favorite with her ever since.
She had not been able to come that first time, or even the second or third. The feeling of the pleats flicking over her erect clit were excruciating. Pain and pleasure met in an indivisible union. The pleasure was intense, and she wanted to go with it all the way to the finish. But the pain won out, and she finally had to abandon the skirt and finish herself off with her fingers.
One afternoon she had been especially determined not to give in. She imagined a setting where she was tied down, very much like Teddi, and forced to endure the experience. She held on doggedly, fighting with every ounce of her strength against the overpowering urge to stop. And she had made it. The orgasm had been like nothing she had ever experienced before.
When she used her finger she felt wave after wave of pleasure, building slowly until her body shuddered and heaved. It felt very good, and she had quickly learned that she could keep on going at the peak for quite some time, especially when she rubbed herself through nylon panties.
The skirt had produced something entirely different. She had felt like she was teetering on the edge of a great abyss, frightened at what might happen to her should she fall off the edge. Then, it was as if a mighty explosion had gone off. A series of explosions, blinding flashes of light, her body thrown about in the shock waves. At the brink, when she felt completely overcome, she had experienced a tremendous pang of fear and misgiving. She thought she was going to die. A surfer going over the falls at Waimea Bay, a race car driver who's car suddenly spins and tumbles in a fiery crash, a paratrooper who's shoot fails to open, this was the feeling she had. She was sure that her parents would find her dead, sprawled on her bed clutching her skirt between her legs.
That peak lasted a long time, just how long she had no idea. Then she realized that she was not going to die, even as her body continued to thrash like an epileptic seizure.
From that day on it was that kind of orgasm that she sought. And that is what she wanted Teddi to experience tonight.
"Ginger, could you come over here please?"
Ginger shook her head to clear it, getting back to her present surroundings, realizing that it was Carol who had called to her. She left Teddi to Steve and Nancy, curious as to what Carol wanted, and went to join her and Lynn. They were standing next to the ropes that had held Lynn during her spanking.
"Ginger, Lynn and I decided that it would only be fair if she got a chance to spank one of you, seeing as you three all had the chance with her. She would like it if you took the part of the victim. What do you say?"
Ginger was overcome with a feeling of dèjá vu as she remembered the fantasy she had had with Ralph just two nights ago. She had never thought about a scene like that before, but it had aroused her tremendously.
"Lynn, you little devil! Do I wear the harness?"
"Yes," Lynn replied, her voice so soft and childlike that it sent chills down Ginger's spine.
"Well, sure! It will be a new experience for me!"
Carol had Ginger naked and cinched up in the harness in an instant. Although Ginger was not what the boys would call stacked, her breasts were much fuller than Lynn's, and the chest straps did a much more visible job of squeezing her breasts so that they bulged out, looking like balloons about to burst.
Ginger had never worn a harness, but as it went on she wondered why she never had. The feeling of standing there stark naked with tight leather straps squeezing her in all her sensitive places was mind blowing. Having her wrists held high by ropes and her legs held open by the spreader bar made it more so.
The last thing Carol did was pull that wicked strap up between her legs. It hurt, mostly from the sharp jagged teeth where they dug into the sides of her outer lips. But right away she could feel it pressing against her clit. It was a lot like the feeling of that skirt of hers, the very same one Lynn had worn all day Friday, sliding over her clit. Lots of pleasure mixed with barely tolerable pain.
Then the spanking began. It stung. It burned. She screamed. She noticed Lynn's expression, becoming wild, her lips pulling back, baring her teeth. Her dark blue dress flowed over her body like liquid ice. She was so beautiful. Being spanked by such a lovely young girl made the scene much more erotic. Recalling how Lynn had looked at school and later at the initiation, struggling to endure what Ginger was doing to her, made it more so. Her ass felt like it was on fire. Her tits ached. Her clit was starting to send shock waves through her, not orgasms, just intense flashes of pleasure each time Lynn whacked her.
"That's enough for now, Lynn. Let her rest. Oh, I almost forgot. Lynn is wearing something very special under her dress. Why don't you show Ginger what it is?"
Lynn came around in front of Ginger and lifted up her dress. Ginger was pleasantly surprised to see that her young friend had something black and tight hugging her crotch. At the same time she looked past Lynn to watch Teddi, writhing on the table as Steve dragged the white pleats between her legs. Ginger's cunt puckered in a series of contractions at the thought of what Teddi must be feeling, and the pressure against the serrated edges of the strap sent sharp pains shooting up her spine.
"What, ah!. Ahh! Wa-, what is that thing?"
Lynn spoke in a soft, low voice, strained, as if she was fighting to control it.
"It's a very tight rubber g-string, with a plug right over my clit."
Another spasm shot from Ginger's cunt.
"Ahhh!"
Lynn bent down and picked up one of the nipple clamps from the chair covered with harness goodies and clipped it to Ginger's left nipple. At first it barely held on, but she quickly twisted the little screw that let the nibs clamp down harder, until the nipple bulged out. Waves of pain shot from her left breast.
"Oh Lynn, nooo! Ahhhh!"
"The plug is V-shaped, with a recess at the top lined with little sharp bumps that rub against my clit."
"Oh God! Yes!"
Lynn clipped the other clamp to Ginger's right nipple, doubling the pain that now flooded her constantly. But it was the way Lynn described her crotch teaser, her voice taunt with strain, that drove her crazy with desire.
"It fits very tight, the straps pulling the wedge hard over my clit. Every time I move, every time I spank you, those little fingers rub against my clit. I want you to think about that as I spank you."
Lynn let her dress slide back into place, picked up the paddle and started to position herself behind Ginger. Ginger decided to try for a gag.
"Wait! Please! I'll make too much noise. I'm afraid they'll hear me all the down in Makiki."
"Wait a sec, Lynn," Carol said, making a quick trip to her bedroom. She brought back a classic S&M ball gag. Ginger was relieved to see that she had picked up on her signal. The ball had a small hole through it, to help her breath, and the rubber was just soft enough that it didn't hurt her mouth.
"Lynn, many people find that they can let themselves go more when they are gagged. Think of it as adding to her pleasure, not necessarily as punishment."
Lynn nodded, then started smacking Ginger's ass. The thought of what she wore and what it was doing to her clit drove Ginger crazy. Although she couldn't see much of Lynn, she could see, and hear, Teddi.
Steve was doing an expert job of adjusting to her state of excitement, bringing her to the edge, holding her there, then avoiding direct stimulation of her clit. She realized that he had not needed as much direction as she had thought.
The pain soon enveloped her, pushing aside any thoughts from the mundane world. She forgot about school, about Elle Elle, everything except what Lynn was doing to her. She was just able to concentrate on Teddi, who's agony enriched her own.
Her cunt was throbbing wildly. Every stroke of the paddle sent a shock wave through her, and the strap between her legs bombarded her with stimulation.
"Mmmmm! Uhhh! Mff!"
The sound of her voice muffled by the gag really turned her on. She wanted to come, and was very close to it, but despite the intensity of what she was feeling, or perhaps due to it, she just couldn't quite get over the edge.
Just when she thought she could bear no more Lynn stopped. She craned her neck around and was surprised to see the young beauty standing ridged, her eyes tightly shut. Her body started to jerk and tremble, and she fell to her knees, moaning and writhing on all fours.
Lynn stayed there for a minute, panting, then staggered to her feet, her face frozen with determination. She started to paddle Ginger again, and again Ginger felt the tide of orgasm welling up from deep inside her, but she just couldn't come.
Lynn stopped again, and although she managed to stay on her feet this time it was clear that the rubber wedge between her legs had again brought her to the peak of ecstasy. Ginger was crazy with frustration.
"Lynn, dear, take a little break. I have a special treat for Ginger."
Carol disappeared into her bedroom and reappeared a moment later. Ginger recognized at once what Carol had brought, a wide leather strap with a big black rubber dildo attached to it. The shaft of the dildo was covered with short, slender spikes, and the base flared out and was covered with nubs. It looked terrifying, yet she wanted nothing more than to have it inside her.
Carol wasted no time in fulfilling that desire. She gently removed the serrated crotch strap and replaced it with the new one, guiding the dildo up inside her. It felt wonderful, so rich and full. As Carol cinched the strap up her clit rang out with intense pleasure as the nubs on the base of the dildo pressed against it. Then Ginger noticed that a wire led from the base of the dildo to a little box that Carol held in her hand.
Lynn looked much calmer, even though she still had a trace of wickedness in her expression, as she started in again with the paddle.
It only took a few strokes to bring her back to the edge of orgasm. She hung there, desperate, ecstatic over the feeling inside her. Suddenly the dildo came to life, stroking back and forth inside her. It only lasted a second, but it was very strong. Ginger was glad it wasn't one of those wimpy vibrators that did little more than make noise.
Lynn was waiting longer between her blows, and every few strokes Carol pushed the switch that sent the dildo driving in and out. They kept this up for a long time. Her nipples cried out in agony, her breasts ached from the pressure of the straps, her clit was nudging against those little nubs, and the inside of her cunt was being ravished by dozens of stiff rubber spikes. She had no choice but to hang there, unable to get away, unable to beg them to stop. Added to this was the thought of what Lynn and Carol were feeling from the tight rubber underwear they had on, and the sight and sound of Teddi struggling on the table.
Steve was using the white pleats now, and had been for some time. Nancy had laid aside the pleated top and was running her fingertips all over Teddi's torso, stroking her armpits, her ribs, and her breasts. Teddi was shouting something in Korean and writhing like a maniac.
From where she stood, and distracted by her own predicament, Ginger was not sure when Teddi started to come. But she could tell from the pitch of her screams that something had happened. She saw Steve drop the jumpsuit and put his face between her legs, putting her out of her misery and bringing her down with some gentle stimulation. She was glad that he knew better than to tickle her now.
Knowing that Teddi had finally come using the pleats gave her a tremendous thrill. She had never tried it on another woman, and seeing it work so well on such a sexy woman really turned her on. It was the catalyst that she needed. She could feel the tide rising. She could just make out a huge set of waves coming towards shore.
Carol must have sensed it, because she started leaving the motor turned on longer, then finally just left it on.
Just as the first wave broke she saw Lynn down on her knees, her body jerking wildly. Then she was swept up like driftwood in the surf, surging in and out, driven against the rocks only to be swept out to sea again.
She saw that Lynn had her dress hiked up around her waist and was clawing at the tight rubber g-string. She managed to pull it out of her crotch, the wedge glistening as it dangled between her thighs, then she collapsed on the carpet. Carol went to help her with it, working it down over her legs.
The dildo was still pumping back and forth inside her, the spines scratching away against her g-spot. The waves swept over her, a seemingly endless set, 'wham wham wham.' The peaks were just seconds apart, and each time she thought she would die if she came again. On and on it went. She had no idea she could come for so long. It would have been impossible to endure were it not for the bonds that held her captive.
Carol and Lynn sat and watched her in awe. She felt an ebb in the intensity, but the waves returned. Farther apart, but incredibly the peaks were even more intense. This went on for several minutes, and even though it was like a kind of torture it was one that she gladly endured.
Gradually the waves subsided. Carol went and switched off the dildo, then removed the nipple clamps. Next she undid the straps that had squeezed so tightly against her breasts. It was a tremendous relief to have her nipples and breasts liberated. Then Carol undid the crotch strap and gently pulled out the dildo. It hurt like hell, the spines scraping against her one last time. Then the gag came off, and they let her down.
She could barely walk. Carol led her to the sofa and wrapped her in a soft quilt. Teddi was already there, sitting in a chair. They grinned at each other, but Ginger was too exhausted to speak.