Part Two of the Quad Group Story

This is the second part. File size restrictions require breaking it up. Their home sat on a spacious lot, enclosed by tall, thick hedges that ensured plenty of privacy. Spring brought both the chance and the necessity to spend time outdoors. There were numerous tasks to tackle, making it wonderful to be out in the sun. Steve and Alan spent much of their time outside. The women could go without clothes if they chose, wearing only their chastity devices. Alternatively, if Susan or Marie felt like some bondage, they might don collars, cuffs, harnesses—any of the items that Alan had skillfully made in his workshop.

One bright day, Susan and Marie decided on a game they hoped would be both fun and instructive. The base rings of the men’s chastity cage each featured small loops suitable for attachments. Their idea involved coordinated movement. A short length of lightweight chain connected the two men’s rings. If they moved in sync, all was well. But if their movements were out of step—for instance, one stopped while the other kept going, or one turned left and the right went left—they would both feel a sharp tug on their balls. At first, they could see as they followed directions to walk forward, stop, turn left or right, and so on. Then came sillier commands, like walking backward while turning left. Once they got used to it, they were blindfolded, which made things much harder! The last part of the game involved guessing, with eyes closed, whether Marie or Susan was touching them. A wrong guess meant a swat; a correct one earned a more sensual touch. To add difficulty, Marie and Susan could swap positions in the middle of the contact. If Alan or Steve failed to notice the switch, they would receive another couple of swats.

There were also two variations of another game that everyone enjoyed. Marie and Susan had the men stand close together, either chest-to-chest facing each other or back-to-back with their butts out. They were tied securely and made to walk around. If they faced inward, their behinds became fair targets for playful spanks or swats from a crop. Also, when facing inwards, their cocks often touched one another—still inside the cage, yes, but still touching. When facing outward, those caged genitals were very tempting for the ladies to tease!

Chapter 4 One day, Marie and Susan went into town shopping. Alan and Steve decided to clear up a tree that had fallen during a storm earlier. They dressed appropriately for the task as they carried their tools into the woods. Using a chainsaw, they cut the trunk into logs suitable for the fireplace, and an ax helped remove smaller branches. Then, something terrible happened. The ax slipped in Alan’s hands, and its blade sliced deep into his upper thigh. It was a painful wound that bled freely. Steve quickly used his shirt to press against the injury, stopping the bleeding, while helping his friend walk toward the house. He got Alan into a car, fetched the keys from inside, and sped off to a local hospital.

At the hospital, events moved swiftly. Alan was placed on a gurney and wheeled into a small alcove in the ER. The resident doctor and a nurse entered to examine him. She introduced herself as Doctor Silverman, with Nurse Abigail assisting her.

Doctor Silverman was an intelligent woman who had studied hard through college, medical school, internships, and residency. Always prioritizing her studies and professional duties, she rarely had much of a social life. However, she possessed an active imagination, often picturing herself in various sexual scenarios. Sometimes, while driving to work, she would daydream about being with a man whom she directed, using the power of her will to make him please her sexually in different ways. Other times, her fantasies took another turn where a woman compelled her to love her intimately. She found both imaginary situations equally powerful and stimulating, which sometimes left her feeling confused about herself.

Doctor Silverman and Nurse Abigail quickly removed Alan’s bloodied pants. Silverman asked Steve to wait in the waiting room, which he did. As she worked, the doctor’s mind was very active. She asked Alan what had happened and found his explanation—that it was an accident—plausible, given that he wore work clothes covered in wood chips and sawdust. She concluded the injury was indeed accidental as stated. Her attention caught by the chastity cage, she asked if he could remove it for a more thorough check-up. Alan admitted awkwardly that he couldn’t; he didn’t have the key. The doctor thought she noticed welts across his thighs, marks typical of what a crop might leave. Wanting to rule out domestic abuse, she delicately asked how he got them. Alan hesitated before saying he simply didn’t remember. Doctor Silverman pressed further, asking directly if someone had hit him. He replied that it wasn’t clear whether Susan or Marie did it, but insisted it was fine—it was quite consensual and he minded not at all!

Satisfied she had met her legal duty in questioning him, Doctor Silverman proceeded to inject a local anesthetic and suture the wound. She then applied topical antibiotic ointment and a dressing. She told Alan he should return to the ER in two days so she could ensure no infection was setting in and that healing was progressing correctly.

Later, when alone, Doctor Silverman allowed herself to feel the emotions she had restrained during the exam and procedure. Here was a man clearly kept in chastity within a relationship while doing physical labor and receiving discipline from two women! And who knew what else they might be up to? It seemed like he was living one of her dreams!

She couldn’t get Alan and his partners out of her mind.

Two days later, Alan returned to the ER, accompanied by Susan, who introduced herself as his wife. Doctor Silverman led them into an exam room, drew the privacy curtain, and asked Alan to remove his pants. She took off the dressing and saw that everything was fine. Noticing he wasn’t wearing a cage that day, she struggled but failed to suppress her impulse to comment. Clearing her throat, she said,

“Hmm, I see you’re not… uhhhh…” Unsure how to continue.

Susan looked her in the eyes and smiled, offering, “Locked up?”

Doctor Silverman blushed and apologized. “I’m sorry. It’s none of my business. It’s just that… for my whole life, I’ve fantasized about uh… I’m sorry. Please, you can get dressed now.”

“I’d like you to come back in six days so I can remove the stitches,” she added.

Normally a nurse would handle stitch removal, but when Alan returned six days later with Marie (who also introduced herself as his wife), Doctor Silverman announced she would do it herself. They all went into an exam room again. Snip, pull, snip, pull—the stitches were out in no time. This time, Alan was wearing a cage. Throwing aside her natural and professional caution, the doctor said,

“Oh, I see you’re back in that… uh… device… Is it comfortable?”

Alan and Marie exchanged smiles. When Alan had returned from the ER after his accident, with peace restored to the house, they had discussed his public appearance. They agreed it was no big deal really. Being adults, they could do as they wished. While they thought the doctor seemed unusually interested in Alan’s cage, they understood perfectly why. After all, they found it interesting too!

Alan replied, “Yes, it is.” He felt he knew what she wanted and asked her, “Would you like to t

“Ouch?” she asked.

She blushed deeply, her thoughts spinning. If not now, when? was the question in her mind as she replied, “Yes, I would… if that’s alright with you?”

“Absolutely,” Alan said, chuckling. “It’s fine. I’m accustomed to being controlled.”

She bent down, carefully lifting the cage along with his penis inside it. She gave the device a gentle squeeze before setting it back in place.

“Thank you so much,” she said, fighting to maintain her professional composure.

“You’re very welcome,” Marie replied.

Marie sensed Doctor Silverman’s desire and, feeling generous, offered, “Would you like to drop by our house for tea sometime? When does your shift end?”

Doctor Silverman’s initial reaction was to politely decline, but she realized that for once in her life, she would act rather than just dream.

She accepted the invitation. “I finish work at five. Would that suit you?”

At 5:30 that afternoon, Wendy Silverman rang the doorbell. Marie welcomed her inside, and they walked into the living room where Susan was waiting.

“I’m so glad you could make it, Doctor…”

“Please, call me Wendy. I’m off duty now,” she said.

“Of course, Wendy. I’m Susan, and this is Marie. We met at the hospital, but today feels different. We’d love to learn more about you! How long have you been practicing? Do you enjoy it? Are you seeing anyone?”

Just then, Steve walked in, greeted Wendy, and asked if everyone wanted coffee or tea.

They placed their orders, and he replied, “Coming right up.”

It turned out that Wendy was 31 years old, had been a doctor for four years, enjoyed her career, and was single. She stood at 5’10” with short brown hair, regular features, and an overall unremarkable appearance. The group didn’t quite know how to bring up the ‘elephant in the room’—their unique living arrangement. At that moment, Alan entered with his latest project he wanted to show off. He saw the doctor and thanked her for the care she had provided him. He had just finished making a leather collar. It was 2½ inches wide, featured three D-rings attached around it, and was tooled with an intricate, beautiful design.

“I guess this is why you came, Wendy,” Susan said. “Isn’t that right?”

Wendy blushed and admitted she was indeed fascinated.

“Let’s put it on Alan and see how it looks,” Marie suggested.

Susan took the collar from him, placed it around his neck, and buckled it securely. She inserted her right index finger into the front D-ring and pulled him toward her. Alan was delighted to have his creation used immediately!

“What a beautiful piece of work,” she admired.

“Wendy, come take a closer look.”

Wenden stood up, approached Alan, and with her heart pounding, asked if it was okay to touch him. He nodded. With permission granted, she raised her hands to the collar to explore the detailed craftsmanship, inhaling the scent of fresh leather. She felt the coolness of the steel rings. Her legs grew quite damp as she felt like she was in heaven.

Marie and Susan watched this little scene unfold. They saw the pleasure Wendy derived from handling Alan’s collar, though they had no idea how long she had wanted to do that with a man. Susan picked up a leash, snapped it onto the front D-ring, and offered it to Wendy, who accepted gratefully.

“What about his hands?” Wendy asked.

“You are very observant!” Marie agreed.

She produced two wrist cuffs, asked Alan to extend his arms, buckled them on, and used a short piece of chain to join them together behind his back.

“May I?” Wendy asked Marie as she began to lead Alan.

“Absolutely,” Marie responded. “Enjoy yourself!”

Alan was thoroughly enjoying himself. He loved being bound and receiving attention. He felt himself trying to get hard inside his cage. Wendy asked if he was caged and if it was okay for her to feel him. He smiled and nodded. Wendy reached down and unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the floor. She cupped his buttock with one hand, then moved that hand around to feel his cock and balls through his briefs. She shortened her grip on the leash and pulled up, compelling Alan to stand straight or risk being strangled. He made a choking sound as she reached inside his underpants, grabbed his package firmly, and gave it a little twist. As she tugged the leash upward, increasing the pressure on Alan’s neck, Wendy brought her face close to his. She wanted to look right into his eyes while holding him in her power, ensuring he saw her clearly. She wanted him to know that she was controlling him.

Alan suddenly found himself navigating a difficult situation. He was certainly heavy enough that if he wished, he could overpower her arm with his weight. But doing so would break the ‘mood of the scene,’ which he didn’t want to do. It was scary; he had never been in such an extreme or sudden situation before. He wanted to play his submissive role, but it took all of his willpower. His breath rasped in and out as he continued to submit to the strangulation.

Wendy was amazed at herself. She was actually doing things she had dreamed about for years. The exercise of her power thrilled her immensely; she knew she wanted more! She slowly released the pressure, handed the leash back to Susan, and thanked her, feeling a tremendous sense of satisfaction and completeness.

Wendy unfastened his hands from behind him, thanked Alan, and asked if he was alright. He said yes, noting that her near-strangulation had been an intense experience and being so completely in her power was both frightening and exciting for him! With an embarrassed grin, he added that talking about it now made him hard again, just like during the actual event. Wendy smiled at him and reached down to confirm what he had said.

After that encounter, they all sat back down in the living room to chat. There was a bit of awkwardness in the air. Susan and Marie had facilitated a very intimate interaction between Alan and Wendy, who barely knew each other. It was difficult to return to exchanging introductory information after such an intense exchange between the two.

Marie broke the ice and dove right in.

“Wendy, the four of us share a special relationship. We love one another and we take care of ourselves. Susan and I are in charge. Steve and Alan love us, each other, and enjoy being under our control.”

Alan continued where Marie left off.

“The physical aspects of their control are important to both Steve and me, but that’s not the only thing. I love bondage and accept their discipline. I know it is offered in love, and I welcome it in that spirit. If I ever felt that the love wasn’t there, it would be terrible for me; I doubt I could continue.”

Wendy listened intently. She was amazed that such a complex relationship existed and had lasted three years. She deeply envied Susan and Marie and said so aloud. Their lives mirrored her fantasies and exceeded them in some ways. She described how she had ignored her sexual urges to focus on educational and professional demands, unsure of how to satisfy both. Seeing what these people had made her rethink her priorities, and she felt sad for what she lacked.

Susan broke the silence briefly: “Wendy, you’re young. You have a long life ahead of you. I think you should regard your past as just that—the past. If you want to do things differently, now is a great time to start!”

“I-I-I don’t know where to begin or what to do,” Wendy said softly.

Alan helped by suggesting, “Start out by signing up on FetLife. Also, there are munches in the area. We’ll give you the details. You can start going and see who you might meet.”

When Wendy left their home, her mind was swimming with excitement. Her well-ordered life was set for some changes. She would continue her professional life as a respected doctor; she loved the work and saw no reason for that to change. But she was determined that the parts of her that had

after being held back for so long, they would finally be freed, right now! As Wendy’s car drove away from the house, Alan reached out with his left arm to Marie. She nestled close against him. He guided them both down onto a sofa and lightly touched her left breast with his right hand, noticing she wasn’t wearing a bra. Marie let out a soft gasp, pressing her chest toward his touch. Alan stroked her nipple through the thin material of her blouse. It hardened in response. He cradled her breast, holding it up while he gently pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her breathing sped up. Then he shifted to her right breast, tracing circles around the nipple with his fingertips. The nipple reacted eagerly, craving more attention which Alan was happy to give. He lowered his hand, unbuttoned her pants, and slid his palm over her pubic area, lightly brushing against her panties. His fingers went deeper, softly squeezing her buttocks then tracing the shape of her underwear. He slipped underneath them, brushing against her short, soft hair. Finally, he pushed her panties aside and began teasing her cleft, finding the spots that made her arch up toward his hand in pleasure. She was very wet as he stroked, matching his rhythm to hers. She climaxed with a final shudder, the walls of her pussy clamping down around his two fingers. As she reached orgasm, he stopped moving and held her close.

After a few moments, Marie lazily took off the chain from around her neck. Holding onto the key, she reached down and unlocked Alan’s cage. During their intimacy, his cage had been filled to capacity, pulling tight against his testicles, but now he felt more relaxed. Marie gently stroked his penis. It stirred to life, growing larger in her hand.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered into his ear. “I want you to finish inside of me.”

Marie scratched his back firmly with her nails, knowing it pleased him. She reached as far down as possible and scratched the backs of his thighs before moving up onto his buttocks. Alan was stiff and prepared. He felt her pussy; it was moist!

He whispered, “Are you ready?”

“Oh yes, oh yes,” she exclaimed.

Alan entered her slowly, enjoying her silky wetness. He went as deep as he could go. Marie lifted her feet onto his legs, pulling him in even tighter. He began to thrust, moving slowly at first. In and out, back and forth. It had been weeks since he last ejaculated. Alan whispered that he wouldn’t be able to hold on for long. Marie pulled him deeper into herself saying,

“Come when you’re ready. I want you to finish!”

Alan erupted powerfully inside her. His warm semen flooded deep within, causing Marie to climax once more. Alan’s thrusts slowed down and then stopped.

He started breathing normally again. They laughed softly, pleased with their experience. They were happy to be in each other’s arms, and delighted by how much pleasure they could give and receive.

Susan watched all of this hungrily. She turned to Steve, ordering him to undress and lie on his back. She unlocked and removed his cage, just in case she needed access to his penis later. She told him to keep his hands at his sides; no touching allowed. This was a form of mental restraint as well. Susan took off her own pants and thong and lowered herself onto his mouth. She softly asked him to make her come. Steve began with gentle suction, then started using his tongue. He darted in and out, hitting her most sensitive spots. He licked her labia and worked his tongue as deep inside her as he could reach. He kept it still while Susan rode up and down on it. He began to reach up to caress her, but she stopped him with a word. His oral skills were excellent, but Susan wanted more. She moved down and mounted his penis, which was rock hard and ready. She impaled herself on his cock and came almost immediately, loudly. Steve followed just after her, his semen leaking out. Susan climbed back up to Steve’s mouth and instructed him to clean her off and swallow every drop. He proceeded to lick, suck, and swallow his own cum until she was completely clean. As Steve worked, Susan had another, though smaller, orgasm. Finally, Steve finished. Alan handed him a damp towel to wipe himself down.

It was quite unusual that all four of them reached their orgasms more or less at the same time. They opened a bottle of wine and sat around drinking and talking. Alan spoke,

“The sex is great and the fetish play is incredible, but the best thing in the world is being part of this foursome. I love you all!”

The other three responded “Amen.”

Susan turned to Steve with a smile and asked, “So what’s for dinner?” Please continue directly to the next part. It’s all one story.