Following the adventure I had had with Helen when she asked if I would show her the view from the top of my local church tower, it was not surprising that soon after we were again on the tower roof.
This time she said she really wanted to admire the view over the village. So there was Helen in a short light cotton dress, leaning on the parapet with her legs spread wide and her cute bum waiting to be fondled. Even as I stood close behind her pointing out various houses in the village, one hand slid up her inner thigh and stroked her very damp panties. At the same time, I unzipped myself and freed my upright cock from my briefs. Glancing over her shoulder, Helen saw what I was doing.
"Oh," she said, "I do hope you are going to use your pointer properly."
"I'm sure you'll tell me if I'm not," I whispered in her ear as pulled her knickers to one side and thrust my stiffness into her welcoming wetness. It did not take long for the both of us to reach a satisfying climax.
While we were still entwined, Helen asked me if I would do her a favour.
To which I replied, "Of course."
It appeared that she owed an ex-business partner a large debt that she had agreed to pay off in kind. The ex-colleague had invited her to dinner, provided she was escorted, and she asked if I would be her escort.
So it was, some days later, that I collected her to drive us to the arranged dinner party. This was to be a formal affair and Helen looked coolly elegant in a very expensive and stylish form-fitting black gown a notable feature of which was the lacing that kept the front of the dress together, with a resultant high neckline, and similar lacing down the thigh-high splits that prevented me seeing her beautiful stocking-clad legs.
Like the other men at the gathering, I wore a formal dinner suit.
The long drive and stately building set the tone for the whole evening. There were nine of us at dinner. Helen and myself and three gentlemen with their lady friends. The men were associated with a sports club whose chairman was David, our host. He was the only one without a partner. The food was excellent and the conversation enjoyable. David reminded me that Helen had agreed to whatever may happen and I confirmed that I had agreed to Helen's wishes that I interfere not at all. At the end of the dinner, we men withdrew to the library while the ladies took Helen elsewhere.
At this point, I should let Helen take up the story.
We, ladies, retreated to a nearby room and there my companions proceeded to prepare me for the rest of the evening. Firstly they removed all the lacing on the dress, resulting in my neckline opening from my cleavage to my waist and the thigh-high splits reaching the level of my hips so that my stocking tops were visible. My hands were cuffed together and single cuffs were put around my ankles. Suddenly I felt very vulnerable, but also very excited. Now prepared I was led into the library.
At the doorway, one of the men grabbed my arms and before I had really realized it my hands were above my head and tied to a hook above the doorway. Suddenly, I could go nowhere, I was truly vulnerable at this moment as David approached me, a riding crop in his hand.
"Well, slut, ready to pay your debt?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Yes, what," he said and gave me a cut with the crop.
"Yes, Mr. David," I hastily replied even as he struck a second blow that caused me to be both fearful and yet excited.
"Don't you forget it." And a final stinging flick was given to remind me.
He turned to the three other men and invited them to see if I was ready to pay my debt. They removed their jackets and then approached willingly knowing I was at their mercy, I became even more excited. They explored my helpless body thoroughly. Pinching my nipples through the thin silk of my bra caused shivers of excitement to travel down my spine. Sliding hands under my dress and fondling my cunt that was covered by my sopping panties and slipping probing fingers into my willing arse hole also aroused my excitement.