For a man, who was firmly tied in a chair, wearing a woman’s panties and bra and had a ball gag in his mouth, things were going remarkably well for Eddie.  By late afternoon, he had even gotten over his total fear of being blindfolded and bound.  For the last hour Sara had playfully terrorized and teased him to a place where he was ready to beg for release of any kind.  His dick had been an elevator of limp and steel hard and he couldn’t tell which treatment of hers made him hard or soft.
 

He did get that she knew exactly what she was doing and he was starting to love every second.  The ups and downs of the day bounced from him being alone as she strolled from the room, then the surprise of a lash of leather across his shoulders or thighs.  First the pain and then her hand was reaching inside the frilly panties to bring him to the edge of completion and then in the next moment instant, she would abandon him again with a throaty laugh.  

Just when he couldn’t take her being gone, her perfume floated to him and she would whisper in his ear, “You are doing so well, Baby, I am very pleased.”  Her, saying she was pleased, was almost as good as her hand inside the panties.  He was as addicted to her praise and frightened by her disappointment when he didn’t perform as he knew she wanted.  He lusted for the smell of her sweat, the taste of her body, or even a simple kiss.  He knew in his head that he was, in his own words, totally pussy whipped.  

As if she sensed his thoughts a whip cut across his thighs.  He moaned in pain but it felt so good.  He knew his time in the chair was about over and then he and Sara would change places and he would practice owning her as well.  He wondered if she loved being used by him as much as he loved being used by her.   

He thought she was as into him as she was into her, but he had a hard time reading her mind.  He had learned to read her orgasms and what caused them.  He could tell the intensity of them and how to hold them off to make her enjoy the pain and heat of denial, back to pain and then total release.

For her part, Sara wasn’t forced to pay as much attention to Eddie as she normally did her previous, bondage boy-toys.  Eddie was so easy to read and part of her liked that, but it did bore her more than she wanted.  She had hoped to have found, not the perfect man, but the perfect man for her.  To Eddie’s credit he tried very hard to make her happy and he got big points for that, but still, simple was the word that came to her mind.  Maybe this time, simple was good.  At least, the very least, simple was safe.  Maybe that was what she longed for.

She swung the whip with a light snap directly on his balls.  He almost came and she leaned in and gave him a playful voice, “Not yet my hot little sex toy, you have work to do on me.”  She decided she had worked enough and was ready to switch places with him for her own lashing and beating.  God, she thought, I hope he is harder on my nipples than last time, why was he afraid to commit to the moment?  She pondered how to get him to be as rough as she demanded.  Unless a man had a touch of sadist in his play chest, she had a hard time getting the treatment she desperately needed, but perhaps still, Eddie was trainable.  

Soon, she thought, he will finally be ready for complete commitment to the lifestyle and her unusual likes and wants.  She judged he could take one more whip stroke without Eddie losing control, and maybe in his hyper-charged sexual state of arousal he could slip into a real pain giving mode.  Sara got damper with just the thought of it.  She lifted the whip one more time and started to swing when the bedroom door nearly exploded off its hinges.
Nick Carter, not quite a mountain, but more a foothill of a man, loomed in a leather jacket, heavy boots and worn jeans.  He held a set of keys.  His eyes were large with anger, surprise and the instant lust that Sara had always created in him.

At the same moment, but for entirely different reasons, both Sara and Nick said, “What the hell?”

Eddie’s fear response galvanized and he struggled against his bonds.  Sara hadn’t put in an escape mechanism like the books all said there should be.  She had sensed that he was afraid that she would disapprove but she knew he was motivated to not ask because she hadn’t asked for one for herself.  Eddie couldn’t ask for something less manly than a woman asked for.  Sara stood, menacing Nick with her whip.

Nick stood struck dumb until he slowly found some words, “Hey, I bought you those panties.”

Sara swished the whip on Eddie’s dying erection, “I’m using them exactly the way I want to.  Isn’t that the point of a gift, for it to be used?”

Nick cowered from Sara and her whip.  Given little other choice, he walked toward Eddie and grabbed his hair, earning a groan from Eddie.  Nick mocked Eddie, “He doesn’t fill them out like I did; does he?”

Eddie jerked his head away from the unwanted touch and grunted.  Eddie’s reaction forced Nick to grab a hand full of Eddie’s hair.

Sara’s best defense was to take control if possible.  She considered her situation.  Finally, things were getting interesting.  She decided it was time to test each man’s metal and said in a business voice, “Nick, you need to go now, I’m busy.”

Nick didn’t seem surprised.  He bowed his head a touch and said, “Mistress Bitch, do you want some help?  I could make him suck my cock, I know you like seeing that.”

Eddie recoiled, but couldn’t move or protect himself.  

Sara’s voice teased Nick, “Just leave Nick.  I am perfectly capable to take care of my boy.”

Nick tried to get back in Sara’s good graces.  He seemed to think that this was just another test.  He sounded hopeful, “No, I need to stay, to help you, to give you what you need.  I already know just how you like it, Mistress.”

Sara pushed the verbal knife deep into Nick, “What I need is for you to sign the divorce papers and get your sorry ass out of my life.”

Eddie ceased struggling for a moment, stunned.

Nick stepped behind Eddie and whispered in his ear, “Didn’t tell you about me, did she?  There’s a lot you don’t know about my Sara girl.  She can be…surprising, can’t she?”

Eddie struggled against the chair even more.  He grunted against the gag and strained every muscle.

Nick continued, “Hell of a chair isn’t it?  I broke six chairs under Sara’s whip, before she got this one.  You’ll never get out, Bitch.”

Sara couldn’t have scripted it better, “As you can see, Nick, Eddie is my new love.  He would do anything for me.”

Nick’s voice took on a tone of certainty, “He won’t do EVERYTHING I did for you.”
She verbally twisted the verbal knife again, knowing Nick was already getting his dick up, “Yes he will, so, sign the papers and leave me with my man.”

Nick resisted the dismissal without whining, “Never.  Just take me back.   I miss this.  I miss you.”

Sara waited, to give Nick the hope she knew he needed and then taunted him, “You’re too violent.”

Nick obviously couldn’t help but laugh, “You don’t know the meaning of too violent.  What do I need to do to prove how much I love and miss you?”

Sara moved to Eddie and whispered into his ear.  Eddie drooled around the ball gag in his mouth.  He nodded slightly.

Sara watched Nick shift from foot to foot, there was nothing he could do but wait for her to decide.  Sara’s dark side enjoyed the opportunity to make the man who had given her trouble try to pay his way back in.  There wasn’t any way he could earn his way back.  He had just been too dangerous for her.  She was certain he didn’t know he had no chance but couldn’t be certain as to his response when he found out.  Now was Sara’s chance, if he really would do anything for her, well, a girl had to do, what a girl had to do.

Sara allowed herself to appear to ponder.  She walked to Eddie, pulled the waist band of the panties out and peeked in at his soft equipment.  She turned and walked to Nick, grabbed his crotch and gave it a few rough jerks.  Nick was instantly hard and huge.  Sara made it seem she was measuring things and had made her choice.  Her icy voice lashed across the room commanding the fate of both men, “Nick, Baby, toss the pussy out and take his place if you want me happy.”

Nick froze for an instant like a deer in headlights.

Sara continued, “Show me you’re worthy and maybe I’ll take you back.”  Sara nodded toward Eddie in the chair.  

Nick’s face contorted in confusion.  He had to ask, “What you want, Baby?”

Sara nodded, “Take him out and take his place.”  Her voice gave no quarter.

Nick leapt forward and smashed his fist into Eddie’s jaw.  Eddie’s head snapped back and then lulled to the side.  Nick freed Eddie’s limp body and threw the unconscious form into the living room.  

Nick grinned like a horny teen, slammed the door, stripped and proudly waved his dick around in a little victory dance before sitting in the chair.  He spoke with confidence, “See, I’ll do anything for you, Baby, anything in the world.”

Sara put on her Dominatrix voice, “We’ll see, Slut.”  Sara strutted to him, playing her finger nails across his body in the ways she knew he loved most.  After tantalizing him, she meticulously buckled Nick’s hands and feet to the chair.  His breath came faster as he asked for a blindfold.  

She shook her head no and slashed her crop on his throbbing erection, “Just like old times, huh, Baby.  Take a few deep breaths, this is so gonna be a rough ride.”

Just as she bent over to kiss Nick, the bedroom door opened with a slow creak.  Nick cranked his neck around and began fighting his bonds.  Just in Nick’s field of vision, Eddie stood still in panties and bra with his already growing erection peeking out the top of the panties.  He held a thick, clear, plastic bag.  Eddie staggered behind Nick as Sara stared into Eddie’s eyes.

Sara bent once more for her kiss with Nick.  Eddie tried to place the bag over Nick’s head.  Nick’s dick deflated as quickly as his hope of surviving.  He savagely fought the bonds, tearing the skin on his wrists and ankles.  Eddie had to dodge Nick’s thrashing head.  Sara stepped behind Eddie and released the ball gag.  Eddie sucked in air and she could see his head clear.

Sara kissed Eddie and said, “This is your chance, Baby.  This is the time for you to either, commit to me and take care of him for me, Lover, or you can get dressed, walk out and never think of me or today again.”  Sara didn’t worry much about his answer; he stayed hard during the entire thing.  That meant to Sara, that Eddie was more willing than even Nick to do what ever she needed to be safe.  Her heart beat rose with her affection for Eddie, this love could work out so well.

Eddie watched Sara, his gaze bouncing between her and Nick.  Sara winked, and nodded and Eddie snagged a handful of Nick’s hair and jerked Nick’s head back, he bent to Nick’s ear and taunted him, “Hell of a chair isn’t it?”  Eddie forced the bag over Nick’s head and tightened it around his neck.  “You’ll never get out, Bitch.”

Nick sucked frantically at the plastic for air.  In no time he had sucked the remaining air space out and his mouth was being filled with plastic.  Sara kissed Nick through the bag, stared into his eyes and said, “You said you would do anything for me.”  Nick’s veins in his neck and face swelled as he fought with withering strength.

Eddie’s doubt washed over his face and his grip lessened until he asked, “What about the body?”

Sara knew exactly how to firm up his resolve.  She stepped behind Eddie pulled the front of the panties down, and started masturbating him slowly and sensuously.  Eddie squeezed the bag tighter.  Nick thrashed for air.  The harder she stroked, the tighter Eddie held the bag and the more aggressively Nick jolted in the chair.  Eddie had to concentrate on not cumming because he might lose his grip.

Sara nearly panted to Eddie, “I am so pleased with you, that’s real love, Baby.”  As Sara applied pressure to Eddie’s dick, Nick was turning blue.  After several minutes, Nick’s body took three strong hitches, the last thing he would have felt was a pulsing string of something splash on his naked back.  It was sticky, warm and he was dead.