Family Game Night

[Scene], [Restraints], [Group Sex], [Sex Toys], [Mutual Masturbation], [Camel Up]

I met Shaun in a public D/s chat server and immediately judged him to be a bit of a dork. He was quiet about his own kinks even in a very liberal space where pervy photos and filthy stories were shared often, and forthright about his vanilla interests instead. Those interests seemed alien to me, being as they were a number of games I hadn’t heard of and bands I didn’t listen to.

The dorky guy was remarkably sweet, though. And genuinely helpful, conscientious, proactive. When work brought me close to his home town in the North of England I met him for drinks. Four months later when an opportunity arose near me I suggested he become my lodger.

Dear Hannah and I teased him mercilessly for painting little figurines of bearded, axe-wielding dwarfs at the kitchen table. Then he lured us into playing a card game about making bank farming beans. And a board game about a gardener, his bamboo crop, and a temperamental panda. By the time Eleanor moved in three months later, the fortnightly board game night was a stipulation of the tenancy agreement.

I often seize the warm atmosphere after game night to enjoy the benefits of three live-in lovers simultaneously. This evening Eleanor seized victory from the jaws of defeat; at the start of the game she correctly guessed that the green camel would win the race and everything else being equal that one lucky call was enough to clinch the win.

So now Shaun is diligently sorting penny-sized cardboard tokens into color-coded plastic bags. Hannah is clearing away leftover snacks. And Eleanor is proudly claiming that her victory was down to a combination of skill and prescience, not luck. I hook my fingers around her collar and lean her close enough that I can kiss her on the lips.

"Let's leave Shaun and Hannah to clean up, then they can join us in the sitting room."

"Am I getting a prize?"

"You're getting a treat. You all are," I announce. I lead her from the kitchen, into the living room, then direct her to the middle of the sofa. On the coffee table I have arranged three gift-wrapped packages, each a slightly different shaped cuboid.

“Presents?”

“One each.” I offer her the package wrapped in green tissue paper, “I do want to see you all open them, and play with them.”

“Like Christmas morning!”

“Exactly,” then I hear Shaun coming into the room behind me. “Shaun, sweetie. Yours is the shiny, pink one so pick it up and sit. Is Hannah coming?”

“Yes Miss,” he replies in a warm and relaxed tone. “She’s opening another bottle of wine to share.”

“Such a good and thoughtful girl she is. And are your silly little games put away?”

“Of course, Mistress. All tidied up and back on the shelf.”

“Do you have any idea what your gift might be?”

“Can I shake the box?” he asks, which elicits a laugh from myself and Eleanor both.

“No! You can open it up once Hannah catches up,” I tell him.

With Shaun now sitting next to Eleanor I decide to begin my own game. Tucked in between the sofa cushions is a steel D-ring, and this is where I have attached a long length of braided, plastic-coated cable. It’s essentially a long bicycle lock just like the one Elle uses to stop people stealing her wheels. I unceremoniously thread the loose end through the ring that hangs on Shaun’s collar.

Hannah comes in with four glasses and an open bottle of red, so I point her towards the coffee table and tell her to pour. Next I start threading the chain through Eleanor’s leather collar. She hangs her head in a show of shame, but I bring her eyes back up to meet mine by gently pressing up on her chin.

“Are you just playing at being shy, Elle?” I ask.

“No Mistress. I just…” and she trails off. I crouch down to her level; she hasn’t used her safeword but it doesn’t hurt to get a read on how she’s feeling before it gets that far.

“You’re okay, and you’re totally safe, and you can stop this any time,” I tell her. Hannah has grabbed the last gift from the table and flopped into the spot next to Eleanor. She tucks one foot under her butt and faces the girl in the middle, putting a hand on Elle’s bare knee.

“We were both tied to each other on the bed last week, Elle. Remember?”

“I know, it’s… that felt different, but I don’t really know why.”

“You were already horny,” I offer with a big smile.

This was true. That day she and I had been playing with each other for a while when Hannah had arrived home from the closing shift with a burning desire to let off steam. I had told them we could “go sailing,” which was my cute way to say I wanted to practice knots and work on my improvised shibari.

An hour later they were tethered to my bed, facing each other, and scarcely able to move more than their lips. I watched them make out for more than half an hour, trying to be completely silent so they could focus on one another.

I spoke as if this thought brought another explanation to mind, “Or is it that you know I’m going to watch?”

“I think it’s a bit of both. But I’m getting over the horny part, and I want to get over the rest. I want to open my present now, please?”

“Almost done,” I tell her.

I swiftly pass the end of the cable through Hannah’s collar. There’s a corresponding bolt at this end of the chair and I reach into the cushions to mate the cable to it with a padlock. “Perfect! All nicely stuck. Now you can take a look at your toys.”

I enjoy the look of excitement on Hannah’s face the most as I tailor-sit on the floor in front of the trio, wine glass in hand.

“Seven-speed, rechargeable, mini-wand vibrator,” she reads from the slick, white packaging, “With bluetooth?”

“Already paired to my phone, and fully charged.”

“And I’ve got a Realistic Vagina Masturbator with vibration and sucking action. This looks expensive as fuck.”

“Watch your language, please,” I chide. “Let’s not talk about money!”

We all turn to Elle, who has torn open just enough of the wrapping paper to reveal the picture of a rabbit-style toy from the same line. She’s noticeably flushed, positively purple with embarrassment, and looks absolutely adorable.

“Go on, Elle,” I say. “Unwrap it all the way. They’re all newly released, and I can tweak and play with all three of these from my phone.”

“That’s really cool!” Shaun says, utterly enthused. His box and the scraps of gift wrap are sliding onto the carpet, the toy itself being turned over in both hands.

“I thought so. If we review all three online I get a nice discount, so you’re going to try them out for me right away. Trousers down, Shaun.”

I sip from my glass as Shaun wriggles out of his jeans, then kicks them off his feet. The outline of his cock against his black boxer-briefs is irresistible, and I reach out to touch him.

Hannah has the wand in hand now, pushing buttons to test the different speeds with her other hand wrapped around the toy’s bulbous head. My fingers wander to the waistband of Shaun’s underthings and start to tug them down.

I can hear Hannah, giggling from the intensity of the sensation. I know exactly what she’s doing, but I’m focusing my attention on Shaun.

“I don’t have any lube or anything,” he tells me, a forlorn longing in his voice. I hadn’t overlooked that his gift required a little something extra.

“Silly excited boy. I put some in the box for you, but you’ve tossed it on the floor without a care in the world. And now you can’t reach it.”

“Oh Mistress, please won’t you pick it up for me?”

“Only if you say that ten times sweeter,” I chide.

I can hear that Hannah has set her wand to a low rumble and her quiet moan is almost harmonious. I take a quick look at her. She has jammed the round head of the underneath herself and leaned forward so the sensations spread wide across her vulva. Pretty smart, in a wonderfully slutty fashion.

I glance at Elle as I turn back to Shaun to hear his answer. She hasn’t turned the rabbit on yet, and she’s weidling it in one hand like the galaxy’s shortest laser sword. But she does have the other hand between her legs. It seems to me that ignoring her is working to help her get in the right headspace.

“Mistwess, pwetty-pwease, won’t you help me? I dwopped some-fink I need, and now I can’t weach it!” Shaun’s awful faux-lisp and affected voice isn’t what I had in mind and I can’t help but laugh in response.

“Shaun that’s awful. I’ll give you the world if you promise to never talk like that again.” I hand him the single-serving pouch of lubricant from the discarded box and lean back against the coffee table.

The app is already open on my phone and handily it offers an interface with seven sliders controlling the different motors in the four toys it’s connected to. I hadn’t planned on telling the trio on the couch about the U-shaped vibrator inside me. It had been hugging me the whole time we had been playing board games together in the kitchen, one end in my pussy and the other pushing against my clit.

The first thing I do with the interface is turn on my own toy. Then I flip Hannah’s vibe off and hear her immediately start to grumble.

“Oh no! No, please turn it back on?” she begs. I oblige, and the satisfied moaning returns. I look at Shaun and see that he has managed to bury his hard cock in the squishy jelly hole of the masturbator. He’s holding it with both hands and stroking up and down.

“There’s no way that’s the right toy for you, Shaun. It looks far too big.”

“I fit just fine!”

“Of course you do. You could fit three of you in there… tell me how this feels,” then I flick the slider that controls the suction feature of his toy. It’s distractingly loud, and poor Shaun looks conflicted. That will be going in the review for sure.

As a hint to Eleanor I make the rabbit buzz in her hand, just for a second. Her eyes are closed and she has two fingertips on her clit, rubbing out tiny, quick circles. But she’s paying attention enough that she smiles in response, “In a second. I’m enjoying myself.”

Satisfied that everything is going to plan, I turn up both motors my own toy. The one on my clit feels good, but the one inside me is exquisite. It’s pressing in just the right spot and the curved shape means that no amount of writhing and hip-wriggling could displace it.

I try a few things out, turning the internal vibrator down and the external one all the way up. Then the inverse. Both sensations feel better than both motors on full tilt. With a little fiddling, I work out that you can perform a pattern on the sliders and the app will repeat it.

I have it alternate between focusing on my clit and g-spot, back and forth like an oscillating fan on a hot summer’s night. The intensity and predictability gel wonderfully with my own preferences.

I put down my phone for a moment and drink deeply from my wine glass. When I look back down Eleanor is staring at me with pleading eyes.

Hannah is still leaning forward with the wand under her. And Shaun is leaning against the arm of the sofa letting the toy do the work. But Eleanor, sweet Eleanor, is sitting on the edge of her seat, leaning back.

The shaft of the vibrator is all the way inside her and the little bunny’s ears are grazing her most sensitive spot. Each time I squeeze the toy inside me, that little purple bunny gives her another jolt of excitement.

I could just as easily match up Shaun's toy with Elle’s. The dildo shaft can thrust and fuck in time with him penetrating the sleeve. But I'm greedy. I want her all to myself. My Elle likes her cute pink button stimulated more than anything else, and I want to make her cum purely from squeezing the vibrator inside me.

I want to watch her face when she reaches the point of no return. I want to see her expression as the orgasm builds in her, keep eye contact until she can't keep them open any longer. Until her back arches and her toes curl.

Then I'll lay off her, watch her fall back into atmosphere from outer space, happy to be sandwiched between the others as they find their own release, and no longer giving a single fuck that I saw the whole thing.

And then I'll probably keep them tethered to the sofa, hand them each a glass of wine. Make them write the reviews of their new toys together. Press them to find the perfect words, ask them to rate all the features out of five stars.

There's no discount on offer, not really. No review site I'm eager to contribute to. After the obvious pleasures of four-way mutual masturbation, the motive behind this whole exercise is a way to get them talking this way. Talking about sex toys until Eleanor is embarrassed again, squirming and blushing about what she just did while being watched. While being chained to two other people.

She's not ashamed of her body, but she's self-conscious about feeling pleasure. Maybe it's all those involuntary movements she makes when orgasm takes over and she loses control, bucking and writhing like something possessed.

All I know for certain is that I don't like having to turn the lights off to get her naked and in my bed. I want to see what I'm doing when I explore her with probing fingers and an inquisitive tongue.

I want to know her as well as I know the others. So when I free them all from the sofa, I'm dragging her with me to my bed.