Sjaak got up to make new tea. Lisa thought about his words. Something began to dawn on her, very slowly. When she compared it, how Henk had acted with her, and how Sjaak had treated her until now... that was totally from another world! She had never seen that loving of Sjaak in Henk. Slowly but surely she began to feel the difference and she began to wonder what sex with Sjaak would be like.

When he came back with the glasses of tea, she told him that she was beginning to feel the difference a little bit, and that she had something more to tell him. Something that had happened a lot during her marriage with Henk.

"Remember when I told you that there were also two little balls in the box? They were connected with a fine chain and another chain hung from one of them.

One evening, about an hour before both his colleagues were due to visit, he commanded me to lie down on the bed. He uncovered my lower body, and spread my legs. He stroked my clitoris. My body responded smoothly, I became moist. Not very moist, but he thought it was enough for that moment. He pushed the first ball inside and gently moved it on the chain. He asked how it felt. Actually just a little stimulating. Then he pushed the other ball in with it. He let the second chain hang out loosely. At the end of the evening I would be allowed to remove the balls by pulling that chain. Absolutely not before.

I stood up and put my clothes back on. As soon as I started walking, I felt those little balls moving inside. It worked much more stimulating now that I was walking, and even more so when I went down the stairs, I think because the back and forth movement of my thighs was greater than when I was walking. All the muscles in my lower abdomen and vagina were responding. I began to pant a little.

See, he said, so it works well. I'll tell you my plan for tonight. It's going to be a wonderfully enjoyable evening, I promise you. I had no idea yet how great, he said. He told me what to do. I still had an hour or so to get the last things ready in the kitchen and in the meantime get used to moving as normally as possible, normally, but a little sexy swaying, like at a fashion show. And above all I was not allowed to pant.

He also expected me to welcome the guests. He made me practice on himself, I had to put one hand on a shoulder, and the other hand on the neck and so pull their head towards me and give them a soft kiss on their mouth. Sensual Lisa, that's what my colleagues like. And then I had to take them to the living room, to the dining area. Then I had to ask them what they wanted to drink, go to the kitchen to pour it there and come back again to hand them the glass. He taught me how to bend my knees slightly at the time I gave them the glass, which would be honorable. I knew immediately, that the balls would then drive me crazy, just like on the stairs. I also had to fetch and bring all the dishes and other drinks myself. So I would get busy, and I would get wonderfully excited from all that walking and moving back and forth. But I would not be allowed to show any signs of it. It seemed impossible, but I would do my best so that he would be pleased with me.

When dinner was ready in the kitchen, he took me upstairs. I knew that the guests would not be arriving for another fifteen minutes, and I was so excited by those balls, that all I could really think about was a fierce sex session with him. It was only logical, my body was begging for it, and he was bringing me upstairs, so that seemed to be the intention, a lovemaking, a game of fast intense sex. All he did was order me to undress completely. A moment later I was standing in front of him completely naked. He looked at me, took me in from head to toe, saw how excited I was, but did nothing. I took the initiative myself and put my arms around his neck, asking him to take me. No, he said, I have a present for you. He walked to the wardrobe and took out a brand new dress. He let it slide over my head, over my naked body. It was a dress like you had just described, open from the front to my belly button. The fabric was smooth and cool. I was surprised and confused, reaching for my panties to put them on, but he took them away, I didn't need them, he said.

He thought I was beautiful in that dress, but he thought my breasts were too flat. He tapped on them so that my nipples became stiff and pushed against the fabric. He said he wanted to see my nipples, breasts without nipples were incomplete to him. And that seemed logical.... He commanded me to make sure my nipples stayed stiff, all evening, so they would be visible through the thin, smooth fabric of the dress. That would give me a truly feminine look. Well, with those balls, that would work, I replied. He thought I should keep moving my hips slightly at the table so the balls would continue to stimulate me. I had no idea if I could handle that.

I asked what stockings and shoes I would put on. None, he said, just go barefoot, that's super sexy!

I asked why I had to do all of this, while we were having visitors.

He said he was so proud of me, he wanted to show me off.

The bell rang, and I went downstairs. Completely flustered, I arrived at the front door, remembering how to greet his colleagues, both men of course. The first one reacted seductively, letting his forefinger go slowly through the open strip between my breasts to my navel, causing a violent tremor throughout my body, unstoppable. The second one squeezed my buttocks and ran his tongue over my lips. Excitement at its peak, and I was told not to let it show. Of course, at that moment that really didn’t work. My body felt great, completely optimally excited, but all evening long I tried to pretend nothing was going on. It was a struggle, physically excited, emotionally confused, and in a spasm to not let anything show.

Because we had a lot of small dishes, and no cart to bring everything to the dinner table at once, I walked up and down a lot. And at the table it turned out, that it was easy to stay excited. I hardly had to move, my body was on fire. I managed reasonably well not to pant, but I couldn't prevent breathing through a small gap between my lips, and my lips trembled slightly.

Henk and both his colleagues included me in the conversation. In retrospect I know they did that on purpose, because they had a very good idea of how excited I was. I was hardly able to talk, but they provoked me, they asked me all kinds of things, my opinion about all kinds of things. It seemed harmless, but I was unable to answer without a trembling voice. My breathing was also faster and deeper because of the intense excitement, and they could see that because my chest went up and down faster and more violently than usual. Only later did I understand, how they had enjoyed it, how it had excited them.

What I did not know at the time, but only heard later, was that Henk had told them beforehand, full of pride and extensively, about his super fiery woman, about how he used BDSM with me. And then when he had invited them to that evening, he had told them about his plans with the balls and what that would probably do to me. And he promised them things, which at that time I had no idea about! They had accepted his invitation very eagerly and were actually already excited before they arrived about what was in store for them.

After dessert, I asked if anyone wanted coffee. And then... then Henk suddenly stood up, in a way as if he was angry. He grabbed my chin tightly and looked at me sternly. He said, that when I had taken the plates and all those bowls to the kitchen, the guests had confessed to him, that they had seen how excited I was, and that I had challenged them with it. They, in turn, had become completely excited by me.

To confirm this, one of them stood up and commanded me to look at his pants. It was abundantly clear that he had a hard-on... Henk looked at me and said that he had made me into the most ardent woman he could imagine. And he said, I had challenged them with my sensual behavior. The one man interrupted him and said, that if I thought I could challenge them without letting them enjoy it, that I was dead wrong. They wanted to witness to the end how Henk took me to the top. Of course I was not happy about that, but there was no escape. We all went into the bedroom. Henk commanded me to undress, pulled the balls out of my body agonizingly slowly, and prepared me for a BDSM session.

There I lay a little later, as I was used to by now. He hadn't blindfolded me this time, and hadn't put a ball in my mouth, but he had tied me to hands and feet, with arms and legs wide. And especially naked of course, on display to both his colleagues... He thought I should see and hear what the BDSM was doing to his colleagues. He demanded hissing next to my ear not to scream, not to make fun of him in any way.

I noticed that his colleagues both grabbed their cell phones and took pictures of me. I wanted to tell them to stop, but Henk silenced me with one look and told them they could take pictures and videos as much as they wanted! Then they could watch my wonder-sexy body on their big screen at home over and over again and satisfy themselves. There was nothing for it but to accept it, there was no way around it.

I got the same treatment as usual, he chased me over the top again and again, and only after the fourth time he thrust into me. He did his best to keep a hard-on as long as possible. His colleagues were on their knees next to me, dancing on the bed while encouraging Henk. Henk had really gone out of his way to keep me going so that he could keep a hard-on and keep thrusting even longer than previous times. Crazy guys, they were cheering like Henk had scored a goal when he finally came. I was relieved, they were satisfied, and I was done. That's what I thought, seriously... I had assumed they just wanted to witness what Henk was doing to me.

But Henk asked who wanted to go next! I was shocked and wanted to refuse. He blamed me that I had to blame myself. After all, we had agreed that I would not let anyone notice the effect of those balls inside! I had made them crazy with desire during my welcome and during the meal. So the consequences were mine as well. While one of the guys was already starting to undress, Henk fired me up again, with the little whip and by kneading my breasts with his fingertips and shaking them, so that the little balls on the pegs set my nipples in motion. The first man who came to me naked thought of something new, which Henk had not yet thought of. He took a ball from each peg and started pulling it gently, and then a little harder and harder, fierce jerks. The effect was intense!

He sat astride me and did it again, pulling on the balls. He also moved them back and forth, and it wasn't long before I was writhing and jerking under the man. He asked for the vibrator, and with it, as soon as I calmed down a bit after my first explosion, began stimulating between the balls just below my clitoris, immediately on the highest. I gave a soft scream of fright, for which I received a slap in my face from Henk. I immediately came again. One more time, and then in, Henk said. The other fellow wanted to give me a turn too! And just before I exploded for the third time, he pushed his lips on mine, went very deep into my mouth with his tongue, and penetrated me agonizingly slowly with his penis. Both Henk and his other colleague were standing around laughing. This first colleague actually lasted much longer than Henk.

The second colleague tried to beat the other's record, even after he had made me cum three times. And he succeeded handsomely.

I thought I was done now, after all they all had had a turn, hadn’t they? But Henk was furious with me, because I would have made a fool of him in front of his colleagues by letting them keep a hard-on for a longer period of time. As if I could do anything about it! He began to rile me up again, violently from his anger. In between whipping me, he pinched me everywhere and nowhere, to poke the fire up to the absolute max. When I went over the top again for the third time, he pinched me in my labia and then under my clitoris. And he growled: I'll teach you, firebitch! Agonizingly slowly he entered, following the example of his first colleague and almost choking me by filling my mouth with his tongue. His tongue kept moving along, while his hands continued to knead, squeeze and pull at the balls near my nipples. Finally, while his penis was already almost completely inside me, he grabbed the vibrator and stuck it vibrating on the highest setting between himself and my clitoris. He pushed harder than usual and grunted that he even felt its vibration on his cock. He was going to make it, preferably the world record. He was totally crazy, raving. And guess what? While his colleagues were filming us, they clocked him. And he had his record, maybe not a world record, but even longer than his colleagues.

He was cheering, he was the hero. He said he was going downstairs to get drinks, they had to celebrate with champagne. He poured champagne in my mouth too. That was good for me, it would make me even more relaxed. I wondered what for, and why he still didn't loosen me up.

The point was, he was so proud that he became overconfident. He encouraged his colleagues to beat his record. One after the other made an attempt, but they did not succeed. They got all in a frenzy of furious excitement, and continued until well past midnight. They drank champagne, glass after glass, poured it down my throat. They yelled and they... they raped me... yes, deep down that was it, they raped me. What had started as a desire to be his most fiery woman turned into one big rape fest.

When they finally got tired, they dropped off. They would find somewhere to sleep, on the couch, in a chair. Henk wanted to lie down next to me, growling because I was still handcuffed. He untied me, he growled that I could go to the bathroom, but shouldn't dare to leave. He expected me back in bed with him.

When I returned, he pulled me furiously against him. He said he had enjoyed the party, and longed for the next day. I would give them a great day.

He fell asleep and in his sleep he dreamed drunken dreams about sex. Again and again he grabbed my breasts, apparently they weren't too small then. And again and again his hard-on thrust in, in his dreams. I didn't have a moment's rest that night.

The next day, those colleagues had a hangover. I had to make coffee for them, while I was naked. They just walked around me, touched me where they could, raped me again, standing at the kitchen sink.

Then they wanted to go home. I had to let them out myself, naked to the front door. At the door they again grabbed my breasts and my bottom, kissed me, dragged me into the front yard and raped me on the grass. They jeered and laughed and shouted that I could make a lot of money with this for Henk.

Henk had heard what they had said about making money. He hadn't thought about that yet. He started complimenting me, I was so great, that I could make not only him but also other men overjoyed. You see, he had made me fiery!

The next day he came with a few more new dresses for me, all of that thin smooth fabric and defiantly open in the front. I had to look great now that I was going to have such a great job every time I was on duty. He had also given me makeup, so I could make myself up seductively. I had no idea how, but for that he showed me videos of prostitutes who had plenty of experience with it.

That same evening my first paying customer came. He would pay fifty euros. I had no idea, it seemed like a colossal amount. Later I heard from Henk that I was worth much more, and that he started asking double.

With each new customer Henk stayed a while to show how he led me to the top. Then the customer knew how it worked and they had to let their imagination run wild. Some of them were nice, but others thought up the most ridiculous things. One of them complained that he had to pee, but didn't feel like going to the bathroom. He pulled my mouth open and pissed in it. I had no choice but to swallow.

I had five clients, who came back every week. I knew I was good, but I didn't feel that way..."

To chapter 90. Fiery in herself, but so broken

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