Tag: edging

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Everyone loved having George and Jeanie over. No mystery why: Jeanie was beautiful and elegant, a lovely woman. So sweet and accommodating, and her husband was so generous in sharing her with his neighbors.

The Randolphs threw a pretty get-together one evening. Wine and cheese and assorted cold cuts. George escorted Jeanie over. He was wearing casual pants and a sweater with the sleeves rolled up over his forearms. He helped his wife remove her coat, and everyone stared greedily.

Jeanie was nude; she wore only a bodysuit made of black leather straps that laced her body. The leather harness circled her breasts and dug into her upper thighs. A hard strap ran between her legs. She wore a leather collar too, buckled around her throat.

Jeanie greeted everyone as graciously as ever. A few people peered into her eyes, examining her face to see how she felt about standing in their suburban midst, basically naked in this kinky getup. Most of them, men and women, couldn’t tear their eyes away from her exposed body. George’s wife! He was just flaunting his wife before all of them! He was so damned casual about it too, accepting a beer for himself and passing a glass of wine to Jeanie.

They moved to the living room. Jeanie sat beside him on a loveseat. She didn’t cross her legs – the complete opposite, she spread her legs as wide as she could. Everyone looked at that black strap between her thighs. George placed a hand on her thigh as he engaged in idle chitchat. No one talked to Jeanie, so she just sat there, sipping her white wine. 

Her husband took away her wine before she could finish it.

“That’s enough, pet,” he told her as he removed her wine glass. “You want to keep a clear head, don’t you?”

“Yes, George,” Jeanie replied. She rested her hands on her thighs and her head bowed.

“Jeanie’s a lightweight,” he explained fondly. 

One of the neighbors, a husband, ventured boldly, “Gorgeous assets. She displays them so well.”

“She’s got her reminder on, that’s why,” George said. “Without it she sometimes has a dreadful slouching problem. I’m working on addressing that. Shoulders back and tits out is how I like her.”

A murmur of collective assent gurgled through the room.

“What’s her reminder?” a woman asked slowly, as if maybe she didn’t want to know.

George stroked the black strap between Jeanie’s thighs with one finger. “This is Jeanie’s reminder. She’s wearing a dilator in her rectum and a nice long dildo in her cunt.” He patted his pocket and took out a small black box. “The remote control is right here. Jeanie always stays on her best behavior when she’s wearing her reminder.”

Jeanie said nothing, but her chest rose and fell with her rapid, shallow breaths. Everyone noticed that her nipples protruded stiffly, and her mouth was slightly open.

“What does that do?” another man nodded at the remote.

"It controls her,” George said, smiling. He thumbed a dial on the remote. 

A tremor rippled through Jeanie’s body. It was a full-body shudder. Her round breasts quivered. Her head came up, then fell back, baring her throat. Her hands squeezed her thighs.

“Excuse me,” George said. “Hold onto this for me, will you? We need to get Jeanie’s hands out of the way. She’s pretty good about staying where I put her, but sometimes she needs help. The reminder really limits her ability to focus on more than one thing at a time, so I have to help her with this.”

He cuffed Jeanie’s wrists behind her back. From the front, they could all see the balls of her shoulders, turned back, and her jutting breasts. 

The neighbor who suddenly found himself holding the controls to Jeanie’s reminder could hardly breathe, he was so aware of how intimately he could control another man’s wife in that moment. He was almost relieved when George took the remote back.

Glancing around at the avid, greedy faces of their neighbors, George inquired casually, “Want to see how it works?”

“God, yes!” a man burst out eagerly, which made them all laugh a little. 

George cupped the remote in one palm. With his other hand, he began to toy with the black box. Everyone crowded in to watch Jeanie.

George’s wife sat very still and straight for a moment, though her shoulders jerked a little. Then her thighs began to tense as she shifted her hips restlessly. Gradually, she began to move back and forth on the loveseat, rocking and trying to increase pressure on her cunt. Her back arched, and she fell back on her arms, bound behind her, her body writhing. 

“Someone grab her legs,” George said.

Several volunteers leaned forward, eager to lay their hands upon her. They clamped their fingers into her thighs, over her knees, around her ankles, pulling out, splitting her open wider. Jeanie’s hips bucked as she humped the dildos seated inside her holes, her pelvic thrusting in the air. She was gasping in a fast rhythm now, making noises. No words, just sounds of pleading.

“I can keep her like this for hours,” George said, watching his wife, his hand still on the remote. He delivered this statement in the tone of a man who knew, who wasn’t idly boasting, but had concrete knowledge of this fact. 

“What’s the longest you’ve kept her on the edge?” a neighborhood woman whispered. Her voice was hoarse with something that could have been fear, or horror, or the deepest yearning.

“Sixteen hours,” George said. 

A man swore harshly.

“Was she being punished?” another guest asked excitedly.

“No, I just wanted to do it to her,” George said placidly. “The whole point is that I can do whatever I want to Jeanie.”

Jeanie was really thrashing around now. The volunteers holding her legs open held her down, and open. It was a fascinating spectacle, watching her hump the air so hard her breasts jiggled in a most graphic manner. Someone pinioned her shoulders because she kept tipping over onto her side. In holding her upright, they could watch that mesmerizing exhibition of Jeanie’s tight nipples being waved around in the air.

“How did she survive it for sixteen hours,” another woman murmured, her dark eyes keen upon Jeanie’s struggling body.

“She wasn’t a pretty sight. Far from it. Quite pitiable, really. She was just lying there, stewing in a flood of her own juices. I kept her hydrated, so she’d also relieved herself several times throughout the whole ordeal. Jeanie was the very picture of a soiled slut. I gagged her of course, since this was overnight and I didn’t want her disturbing any of our neighbors, but she still screamed herself silly. Her voice was completely gone for almost a week.” George’s voice turned dulcet. “Oh, but she was so wonderfully obedient after that. This was early on in our relationship, you see. I never had any real problems with Jeanie after that.”

The talk turned a little after that, meandered through their relationship, touching upon the events that transpired before their move to this homey, friendly neighborhood. George offered to host the next poker night and volunteered Jeanie to be their server.

“Well, it’s getting late,” George said at last. “Time for us to get going.”

The neighbors reluctantly let go of Jeanie. She flopped onto her side, shuddering, her body seized in the grip of the vibrating devices. George uncuffed her hands and shifted her gently to the ground, until she was on all fours.

"Come along, Jeanie,” George said patiently. “Heel, pet.”

Somehow, impossibly, Jeanie crawled by her husband’s side. It was clear she was totally unable to stand on her own two feet without assistance. As she crawled, her body swayed and shuddered, wracked by the persistent vibrations inside her. She moved forward slowly on all fours, her head hanging down, shuffling forward in an awkward gait.