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--- The End of My First Year at College ---
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The party turned out to be an extremely pivotal moment for you and I, and Denny too. It paradoxically changed everything and nothing at the same time. I guess I expected things would evolve to a throuple or something similar, but the dynamics stayed essentially the same. You were my boyfriend and the love of my life, and Denny stayed a close friend to both of us. The biggest change was the feeling around our situation. All three of us became more comfortable experimenting within the unspoken boundaries we'd created. Somehow we had developed a metaphorical curb and filled the area with sand and we now could happily play in the proverbial sandbox we built.

It was actually wonderful going through those old tattered magazines with Denny. He'd watched a lot of BDSM porn, but reading about it used a different part of the anatomy than watching it, namely the brain if you know what I mean. He also had never meted out discipline in real life to a naughty girl like myself. He became a quick study in Recreational Misogyny. You told him everything about the rubber bands, the oreo cookies, etc. He already knew about the knotted rope, but we went back a tried things you and I hadn't done since the shed.

You and Denny both loved finding something on the more intense side to do Thursday nights, since that is typically the last day of classes for the week except for those poor saps with Friday classes. For instance, now instead of kneeling naked on uncooked rice, Denny added the twist of having my mousetraps on my labia and nipples. You two also seemed to have a competition to see who could find the strangest object to spank my bare bottom with. The RA's borrowed ID lanyard that he habitually leaves by the soda machine was interesting but not painful. The Introduction to Advanced Calculus textbook hurt like hell but wasn't very strange. In my opinion I kind of won, but in the interest of Recreational Misogyny any good idea I have belongs to you. So you won that little contest and Denny wasn't too upset by the loss.

The best item was the extendable metal radio antenna I snapped off the university's parking enforcement golf cart. Those guys are always jerks and I didn't feel the slightest bit of remorse about damaging school property and stealing it. I know you and Denny felt no sympathy for parking enforcement either, but you felt obligated to punish me anyway. You made me strip and tied me bent over the end of the bed. Denny shoved my dirty panties in my mouth. Then you extended the antenna and swung it. It made a 'thwap-snap' each time it whooshed through the air and made contact with my bare ass.

The antenna stung like hell and left the thinnest red welt on my pale bottom. It reminded me of our old friend the wire hanger, but with an even sharper bite. You gave me a dozen stripes then Denny took a turn and gave me a dozen more. Since I couldn't speak or take my choker necklace off you stopped and came to check on me. You whispered "still OK Heather?" as you took the panties out of my mouth. Denny comforted me by rubbing my back.

"Yes. That antenna kills. Worst spanking implement ever."

"Call it a night? I can make us nachos."

"Would it be OK if.....if.....if you two kept going. I feel like I need a good cry tonight."

I remember you looked in my eyes. You were debating whether to keep going. You always worried about going too far. My eyes must have put you at ease. You put the panties back in my mouth.

You said to Denny, "she's at 24 stripes. She is going to take a full 100. That's 38 more each. You go first."

"OK. But if she pisses herself I'm stopping."

I thought to myself that it was a fair deal and clenched my bladder closed. Denny whipped my ass hard for his 38 swings. I didn't pee myself, but my natural lubricant dripped down my inner thigh. This was Recreational Misogyny at its core, a naked girl getting her ass absolutely shredded by superior boys. Then you took over. No part of my bottom was unwelted so you added new ones on old ones. I held my pee and managed to only whimper until my 85th stroke. I lost it after that and bawled inconsolably the last 15.

You two untied me and cuddled me. You knew my crying was the equivalent of an emotional orgasm. It was something I needed sometimes that a typical orgasm wouldn't solve. When I got calmed down I got on my knees, with tears and snot still dripping down my face. I started by sucking Danny's cock. He wouldn't fuck me still, but after the party he let me move on from handjobs. It was more in line with misogyny and was less mess to clean up. I felt like I had properly thanked him as his hot semen shot down my throat. Then immediately I moved on to your cock. You added your cum to my tummy too.

That antenna became a staple the remainder of the school year. We had to say goodbye to Denny for the summer, but we all promised to make up for lost time in the fall.

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--- The Summer ---
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I think you and I both expected a slow paced summer with no homework or tests in sights filled with the three S's: sunning, spanking, and sex. Once we got back to our families it became apparent that would not be true. You had to go with your family on a three week trip out west in an RV. I was going to Maine with my family to visit my grandma for 10 days. Later in the summer I was getting volunteer hours as a counsellor at a kid's camp. None of the dates aligned. We would barely see each other this summer. We were both distraught by the realization.

I think my sadness took away my creativity and left me in a slump. You showed again that you were the best boyfriend I could ever hope for, even if it was still a secret from our families. As you relayed the story to me you told me your idea came when you bit your tongue while chomping an apple and you looked in your medicine cabinet. There was a big tube of prescription oral numbing cream you'd gotten last year when you had a tooth issue, something with a wisdom tooth. It worked like a charm on the pain but you couldn't feel your tongue for 12 hours.

From experience you knew that hot sauce could be felt on the lips between my legs as much as the lips on my face. You wondered if the numbing cream would be the same way. When we finally had a chance to go to our old shed, you explained that you wanted us to each to have a secure digital folder on each other's phones to keep nudes in. After I was naked you explained the experiment. You carefully pulled my clit hood back and put a tiny drop of the numbing cream on my little nub. Then I posed for you as you took pictures of me displaying myself in all your favourite positions. Then you got undressed too and I took some pictures of you. I could practically draw your cock from memory, but it made me less anxious about the summer apart if I knew I could see my favourite parts of you when I wanted.

After we'll over and hour, you checked on my clit. You touched it and I felt nothing. You licked it and I felt nothing. I could feel general sensations, but it's like the sexually pleasure of it was removed. It was like the bad diet version of sexual contact. I could feel it all happening, but it didn't tickle that part of my brain that creates orgasms. We were both amazed. Of course you had to try fucking me. I could feel you inside me and it was great, but it didn't even move the needle on getting me towards a climax. You were quite amused and told me "this is how Recreational Misogyny should really be. My pleasure only." Then you came inside me feeling the relief I craved.

That was the thing, I still got horny. I felt pent up. Even more so when you used my pussy and it peaked when you told me it's how Recreational Misogyny should be. You weren't wrong. I left that day very hot and bothered. You went home and had a post-nut nap. In the morning I reported that the cream lasted just over 13 hours until I started to get sensation back. We met up in the afternoon after you made me pinky swear not to masturbate. In the shed you made me pull the hood of my clitoris back for another drop of cream. Then we watched YouTube videos on your tablet while you played with my pussy. I got wet, but nothing you did could help me cum.

You eventually said, "OK Heather, here is what you need to do. You leave tomorrow to go to Maine. I am leaving the numbing cream with you. You have to put it on twice a day. It's the honour system but I trust you. You will not be having any orgasms while we are apart. It's only 6 and a half weeks. It will go by quickly."

Of course I pinky swore to apply the cream. I was so in love with both you and the Recreational Misogyny lifestyle that anything I could do to prove my sexuality was yours to own, I would do. This was perfect. It was terrible, but it was perfect. You fucked me again and I was actually sad I wouldn't have your semen in me again for weeks.

We said goodbye and went about our business. First thing in the morning I would apply a dab of cream. Near bedtime, another dab of cream. I handled it well for the most part. I was up to three panty changes a day because I was constantly wet between my legs. I would never disobey and try to cum, but I did go so far as to squeeze my thighs or rub against the sofa arm. The cream worked amazingly. I was so sexually frustrated that I was snippy with my family on occasion. They surely attributed it to hormones, and in a roundabout way it was true.

I had fruitless sex dreams nightly that left me sweaty but still unfulfilled. I talked to you as often as possible and updated you on my progress. You'd rub it in by telling me you just jerked off to the picture of me stretching my labia. I was genuinely glad you were still keeping your balls empty even while simultaneously being unmanageable jealous. You sext me puddles of cum and I would sext you pictures of my soaked panties among other exchanges.

Eventually near the end of summer we were back together in person. You allowed me to discontinue the use of the cream. Then, on a night we were home alone, you temporarily put misogyny to the side and you licked my pussy. I had orgasm #1 immediately. Orgasms #2 through #4 came within ten minutes after that. It was an evening uncharacteristically spent solely on cunilingus. You'd go down on me, we'd take a break for Gatorade and trail mix then you'd put your face between my legs again. I lost track of how many orgasms I had that night after #14. My whole body was drained and exhausted when we finally stopped. Your face, hair, chest, and more were covered in my juices. I actually don't even think you came that night. I cuddled you so close afterwards we were at risk of our skin fusing together.

The last week of summer was allocated to the three S's and we both looked forward to getting back to school.

Another update from the author

WARNING FOR CONSENTUAL NON-CONSENT AND DRUG USAGE!


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--- Sophomores Back at College ---
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We went back to college in the fall. It was good to be back. I was a little jealous, you convinced your parents to let you and Denny get a small apartment just off campus, but I was unable to convince my parents to let me move off campus, so I was stuck in the dorms. Still, I knew I'd be able to stay over a decent amount and have a more private place to hangout with you two, so it wasn't the end of the world.

After I got settled in my dorm with a new roommate that seemed nice enough, I walked to your apartment. You let me in and I greeted you and Denny each with a kiss because I'd missed you both. It was a furnished apartment, which was good. It appeared to have been furnished and unchanged since 1971, which was less good. There was a weirdly large macrame plant hanger hanging from the ceiling in the corner of the living room. The wallpaper was a cool colour paisley pattern. There was a chest-high bookshelf against the wall that was shaped like a row boat standing on end.

The bedrooms were small, and aside from the lime green shag carpet, they were identical and unremarkable. I thought it was less room than my side of the dorm room if I'm being honest. In some places they refer to the bathroom as a water closet, or at least that's what I've read. I understood the term when I saw how a shower stall, sink, and toilet were packed into the smallest possible 'room'. My closet at home was literally bigger.

The kitchen was simple and functional. All in all, it was not an amazing apartment. I was still so jealous. Then I made the mistake of asking Denny what he did all summer. That led us outside to a 25 minute demonstration of him flying a drone he had gotten, complete with a GoPro attached to record the flight. He let me fly it close to the ground a little. It was more fun than I expected.

When we got inside I asked if I'm allowed to go naked in your apartment. You and Denny assured me it was encouraged if not required. I took out both of you guys' cocks and got us ready for tomorrow's first day of classes by sucking you each off. I had missed having two sets of manhood in my life for the past few months. With you both having empty balls and me with a tummy full of cum, we talked and traded stories. Denny learned about my special cream. All the while I had four hands lazily groping me. I was glad we were all together again.

It was a busy week for all of us. We met up on campus for lunch or to study together, but we didn't get a chance to play at the apartment. Finally on Saturday afternoon I came over to the apartment. There were a couple new hooks on the wall and some furniture was moved around. I said "rearranging?"

"Sort of. Those hooks are for your clothes. We decided just like our old shed, that you will be naked in our apartment unless you have special permission."

I loved this already. It was a whole apartment where my rights, and I, could be stripped. The world of Recreational Misogyny had started the size of a shed, had grown to the size of a dorm room, and now expanded to an entire two-bedroom apartment. I quickly stripped naked to visually declare my lesser-than status.

Denny said "I felt really bad that you spent the summer not being able to feel your pussy Heather. I want to make up for it."

I said, "Um...OK," confused.

I was blindfolded and my wrists were tied. Then I was lifted up by you two. It was disorienting, but when you removed the blindfold it made sense. My wrists were now attached to the ceiling hook where the plant had been hanging, and I was now 'sitting' on the top of the row boat shelf. The bow of the boat came to a sharp edge and my pussy was right on it with the weight of my body pulling me down.

You each took one of my mouse traps and held it primed near my tits. I squirmed and the edge dug into my pussy. I groaned. You said "I think she is figuring it out now Denny". You two laughed at my expense. I remember you and I distinctly making eye contact so you could make sure I was OK. I gave you a tiny wink to let you know I needed this after a nearly-celibate summer and to do your worst. Then you two jiggled the traps near my nipples until they snapped closed on me. I yipped loudly but quickly quieted myself since you share walls with the neighbours.

Then, to add insult to injury, you put on one of the extended cuts of a Lord of the Rings movies. I wished I couldn't see the TV from my perch as I don't get those movies at all. Are they trying to find the ring or get rid of the ring? Who cares is my thought. I find those movies to be boring and you two happily watched the whole three hours. I squirmed and tried to reposition and pull myself up from time to time, but it brought no relief. My clit was getting crushed by my weight and this edge felt like it was cutting my pussy in two. You two were evil geniuses together and I was lucky to have you both.

As the credits rolled you two helped me down. You roughly rubbed my pussy and I shrieked in pain. You said "she feels her pussy now." Denny had to give my abused crotch a slap too to make sure. You whispered "we can stop if this is too much." I kissed your cheek and shook my head.

Denny said, "take her to your bedroom Robert." You led me by pulling on my pubes. I looked down, my slit was red and angry. It would have been a great picture for those old magazines we had that got us started down this road.

Once I was on your bed, you and Denny each took your clothes off too. You said "we are your friends, so we are giving your pussy a break. Denny convinced me to try anal." You had put countless objects up my bottom over the years but never your cock. Anal didn't really interest you much. Texting with Denny over the summer though, you learned that he had a strange code of ethics that applied to our situation. Since I was your girlfriend, my pussy belonged to you. He'd lick it, he'd finger it, and he'd torture it, but never fuck it even though you told him he could. Denny was very interested in anal. His code of ethics wouldn't let him fuck my ass until you had popped my anal cherry first.

I didn't know all of this until later that night so I just said, "OK. Have fun."

You lubed up and slid your cock slowly up my butthole. I thought it was nice to know you in this way too. You whispered "I like your pussy better." It didn't stop you from going hard on my ass and cumming up my bottom though. I think you knew I appreciated the degradation of you using my 'exit' hole as a cum dumpster. You kissed me and said "I'm gonna hop in the shower." I think it was the ick of anal that didn't appeal to you. With my cherry popped you gave Denny a fist bump. He could now 'ethically' fuck my ass.

Denny lubed up and said, "I've been thinking about this little pucker since last year." I blushed at the notion that my anus occupied so much of his thoughts. He pushed the tip in, undeterred by your creampie. Denny loved my ass with how he moaned. Soon he was unloading his nuts up into my guts. I don't know how, but even with my pussy throbbing with pain, I had a small and unordinary feeling sort of orgasm, from anal alone.

Denny and I cleaned up and we all got into bed. The school year just started and I was already feeling like the world was right and I was doing what I was meant to with my favourite boys. That is also how our slang reference started because I now had a 'Robert hole' and a 'Denny hole'.


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--- College Party Safety ---
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That next weekend was the first parties of the year. We all got an invite from someone we met in the student union one afternoon. I think we all went into it hoping for something similar to our party last year. It turned out not to be like that. Because the invitations were given out indiscriminately, the party was crowded and had good people but also some riff raff.

We had only been at the party 45 when we saw a situation go down. A random dude tried to put roofies into a few girls' drinks. I saw it happen but so did some big jocks. I was amazed at how quickly they snatched him up, took him outside, and made it clear to him it was unacceptable. I heard he had a broken nose and a couple cracked ribs and he was never seen at school again. What nobody but me saw was that as he got grabbed a couple pills fell and went under the couch. After the commotion died down I went and got the two pills. Then we left. This was not our kind of party.

The next day I Googled the letters and numbers on the pills and confirmed it was Rohypnol. I then got the most delightfully awful idea. I sat you and Denny down. At first you two resisted, but in the end you two came around and agreed to help me. We were going to teach party safety.

We made fliers and did all the prep work. Then the next weekend we set to work. We didn't invite people indiscriminately. We selected couples walking around campus and a few single guys that seemed normal. Each couple or single guy had a 30 minute time slot starting at 8pm and going until 2am for a total of 12 slots. I prepared to do the main role of teaching by recording a special video at 7pm using Denny's GoPro.

The video lasted only five minutes. I came onscreen and said "Party safety is something everyone needs to take seriously. I was recently at a party where a guy tried to put roofies in some girls' drinks probably so he could try to date rape them later in the night. We averted disaster but I wanted to educate people. This is what the pills look like." I showed the pills to the camera.

Then I dropped both pills into a bottle of beer. I took a drink. I said "with the pills in there it tastes slightly bitter and the beer tastes flat. If your drink suddenly tastes like that. Stop drinking it immediately." I then swirl the bottle to mix in the pills and drink the rest of it. I said "to see how out of it it really makes a person, my friends Robert and Denny will bring you into the bedroom where I am. You are allowed to do what you want with my clothing to try to get me to wake up. If you put on a condom you can even try to see if sex will wake me. This video is proof that I have given consent, so you are free to explore the situation as the mood strikes you."

The video ends. You showed it to the first couple at 8pm and brought them into your bedroom where I was passed out. Denny's GoPro recorded what happened in the room, while either you or Denny monitored from outside the room for safety. The guy said, "she's really out. I definitely want you to be careful at parties babe. This is no joke."
She said, "try and wake her. Lift her shirt up." He did. I didn't stir. That's all they did, then they left. Denny came in and 'reset' me.

At 8:30pm a cute single guy came. You played the video for him. He went in and slowly pulled up my shirt and bra. He groped me. Then, emboldened, he pulled my yoga pants and panties down and then off. He took a condom from the bowl you set out on the nightstand. He took his dick out and put on the condom. Then he got on top of my unconscious body and put his dick in my pussy. We made sure to supply lubricated condoms because we read that I wouldn't be turned on and thus, not wet. He fucked me for seven minutes then came. I didn't show any signs of waking. He threw out the condom and said, "wow guys. She's really out. I will definitely watch out for girls I party with." You 'reset' me.

The next couple came at 9pm and watched the same video. This time the girl really wanted to see her boyfriend try to wake me up with sex. He put on a condom and started to fuck me. She made the suggestion to try to put it in my ass to see if it would wake me. He pushed his cock up my butt and I didn't even flinch. He came after a few minutes of using my limp body for anal while she twisted my nipples to make sure I wasn't faking it. At the end the girl said, "I really thought I'd just be drowsy if I ever got roofied. It's way more serious than I thought."

Every time slot had me undressed, groped, fingered, pussy fucked, ass fucked, or some combination of them. Each time one of you would re-dress me for the next time slot. Finally the last single guy left at 2:30am. You two cleaned me up, put pyjamas on me and tucked me in. I slept until 1pm. I woke up with a headache, a sore vagina, and an aching asshole. After I had some coffee and felt awake enough, the three of us watched to GoPro videos. It was so strange to see me there but have no recollection of anything that happened.

Not to beat around the bush, but seeing me voluntarily 'date raped' over and over by people I probably won't see again was emotionally intense, but also really arousing. You two thought that too. Despite my body having lots of sex last night, I felt like I'd been celibate all weekend. I didn't care I was sore. It might have broken the Recreational Misogyny ratio, but I came from Denny using my Denny Hole and again from you using my Robert Hole. Thankfully I didn't need condoms with you two.

I was really glad it seemed like each couple or guy left the experience with a greater respect for the dangers that lurk at parties. I know I didn't solve the date rape problem in the world or even on our campus, but I felt like I made a difference. That was what this was all about. The fact that we now have a video of me getting used over and over that gets the three of us horny whenever we watch it because of how well it fits into our Recreational Misogyny lifestyle is just an unintended accident.

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--- Three Hole Girl ---
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After that first college party of the year and the subsequent safety training I put on, we decided to limit our party attendance. We had more fun in your apartment anyway. So for the next several weeks of the fall semester we really just celebrated that I was now a three hole girl. My mouth, my pussy, and my ass were all fully available to fuck. It was a principle of Recreational Misogyny that females allow males to penetrate them in any of their orfices, so I was proud of myself for achieving three hole status.

I would typically have time to come over one or two weekday afternoons and stay overnight either Friday or Saturday night. I wished it was a bit more than that, but we all knew school was the most important thing, and maybe the only thing that trumped keeping my boys' balls empty. Having said that, sometimes you had me leave my clothes on so we could just play Clue or Monopoly or watch TV together. That was a different aspect of Recreational Misogyny that the magazines didn't discuss. When you two wanted just a casual day together it didn't matter if I was horny and wanted to play, it was what you two wanted that mattered.

Still, we played plenty. I knew for years that your sex drive made you want to cum about three times a week. Denny would rather cum about five times a week. Knowing how long it has been since each of you had cum, was a constant little thing my brain kept track of. It didn't happen often, but when our schedules got jostled around sometimes I needed to do something special to keep you two happy.

You and I found that janitor's closet with the locking door on the west side of campus near some of our classes. In a 30 minute break we could meet and have standing sex. Because of how tall you are compared to me, it always ended up with me getting my cervix jabbed while we both sort of jumped in place using our knees with our pants and undies around our ankles. You would leave with empty balls, and I would leak your cum into my panties for the next two classes. It was a fun change of pace.

Denny and I found an out of the way men's room. Anal was tough to do away from home so I'd suck him off in the stalls. He knew I liked to feel risky so he'd 'make' me get naked in the stall and squat with my feet on the toilet seat. Occasionally if someone else came in it became a challenge to suck his dick silently while he'd softly tickle my breasts, tummy, and pussy. It's funny to know that there are a few guys on campus that have taken a piss never knowing a naked girl was in one of the stalls sucking off her friend.

At the apartment, I was punished regularly. The 'row boat punishment' was used if you wanted to give me a passive punishment that didn't take much effort from either of you. Usually though, Denny had created some kind of punishment implement from household items. He had a knack for finding just the right thing to use on me. There was the thin metal spatula that made the best 'splat' as you two would take turns hitting my slit. It left my 'lips' swollen and you admitted that fucking me after was even more fun than usual.

Denny found that rubbing some sandpaper on my anus before sex had a similar effect of enhancing the experience. I guess it shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone who knows me this well that of course I would be an extremely enthusiastic and energetic partner when pain was mixed with my pleasure by making my fuckholes sore before starting.

Denny's most unexpected new punishment idea involved a bug zapper. With the help of one of his friends from class who was majoring in electrical engineering, they turned the zapper into a wand using wires and a wooden yardstick. I had no knowledge of this until I was naked and my wrists were tied above me to the plant hook.

I remember you saying "this is going to be something new Heather. We researched it and it's safe. But.....it's really going to hurt a lot." You knew because you and Denny tried it on each other before you'd even consider trying it on me.

I said "OK Robert. You know I trust you."

You kissed me. Then you took your smart watch off and put it on me. I didn't realize you were going to be monitoring my heart this first time, but it was the only way you felt comfortable until we tested it on me. Then Denny brought in the contraption. I think I was confused as to what was happening until he plugged it in and the sound of that electrical buzz started. I was legitimately scared even though I'd had some pretty tough punishments in the past. "Still OK? Trust me?"

I said "Always. I'm ready."

You took the first turn, starting easy. You zapped my feet. The 'BZZZZT' it made each time sounded deadly, but it wasn't. The shock did feel like a rubber band snapping on my toes, if the rubber band had been stretched a room length and the rubber band could somehow travel through my foot. It hurt really bad but it was a new and exciting flavor of pain that gave me goosebumps. To get the hang of it, you two took turns zapping my feet, making me essentially dance naked for you.

Next came my thighs. I yipped so loudly and uncontrollably you went and got my panties off of the hook and shoved them in my mouth. I could spit them out if I wanted to say our safe word, but I was actually thankful it let me stay quiet enough we could keep playing. You two took turns and shocked my tummy, my under arms, and my butt cheeks. I would whip myself around wildly from the plant hook because the pain was too intense and localized for me to stand still.

After monitoring your phone for my heart rate and not getting any alerts about abnormal cardiac stuff, you moved on to my breasts. Through this testing you had learned exactly how to hold the yardstick to deliver precision zaps. When the zap went through my nipple it felt like a lightning bolt. It lit up every nerve ending in there and instantaneously made it a pain receptor. My nipples have taken a lot of abuse but nothing felt quite a bad or quit as deep as this zapper. I was crying. You said "stop?" and I shook you off. No stopping.

That didn't prevent me from stretching as far as I could from you as the yard stick approached my pussy. I hummed with fear. If it hurt my nipples as bad as it did what would it feel like on my genitals? I found out as you applied a single zap to my labia. I jumped higher in the air than ever in my life and the jolt shot up into my abdomen. I felt a strange warmth. I didn't realize what it was until you said "Denny look, she is pissing herself." I lost control of my bladder from the zap. I hung limply.

Denny unplugged the zapper and you said "let's get you a warm bath. That was a lot Heather." I was weak but not unconscious and I knew what I wanted.

"Not until you both cum in me".

You gave me that look you always do when you think I am asking for too much, but you also respected me enough to let me decide what was too much. I think it helped that you both were rock hard from punishing me.

Still, you decided no hard fucking. You laid me on your bed on my side and you got undressed. I assumed you would fuck me first then Denny. Apparently you two decided why take turns. It was my first double penetration sex and I didn't even know it was coming. You two gave me the best surprises. You laid down next to me with us facing each other. Denny got into bed behind me. You slid your cock into my Robert Hole and Denny pushed his dick up my Denny Hole. All three of us got to enjoy the sexual pleasure, but as is appropriate in a Recreational Misogyny relationship the orgasms were still kept at a two-to-one ratio when we all three climaxed together.

As you two gave me a bath later we talked openly and honestly about my punishments and our sexual adventures. We explained to Denny it was really just an extension of our original games in the shed. If pain were lemonade and pleasure was iced tea, I was the kind of girl that wanted an Arnold Palmer. Iced tea is great, so is lemonade, but mixing them together was what brought me the most joy.

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--- Baby Heather ---
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Our schedules got busy, with classes, homework, quizzes, and exams having to take priority over our fun. Still, I usually managed to come over at least once a week to be a naked fuck servant for both of you, and once over the weekend we could typically give me a harsh punishment that would leave my body perfectly sore and bruised.

Out of the three of us, you had the most difficult major, I was second, and Denny had the easiest one. That meant when extra free time was to be had, it ended up being between Denny and I. I remember when I brought up worries that you would feel left out if I spent alone time with Denny. You were so frank about how we'd known each other since we were kids and you've had and would have more alone time with me than any boy on earth.

You were not worried or jealous, and you got an interesting enjoyment out of knowing I was with another guy and it was no different or worse than high school when we each fooled around with other people. It was a defining characteristic of our relationship. I felt more at ease. You also revealed that Denny was interested in my bathroom habits more than you ever would or could be and perhaps I could explore that with Denny since you knew the embarrassing aspect of that had always intrigued me.

When Denny and I were alone in the apartment, he started coming into the bathroom with me to watch me pee. I wasn't sure if I could tell if he liked working with you to give me creative and painful punishments best, or if it was cumming in my ass, or watching me pee. All of them seemed to drive Denny wild. You found that you loved it if you came home after class and he and I had been playing. I was always a good female and made sure I didn't climax, so I was more eager than usual to fuck or suck you those days. Well, that might not be true. I always wanted to fuck and suck you, but you still enjoyed how wound up I would be.

One day Denny got me a gift. He told me he wanted to experiment having more control over my bathroom business. I opened the gift and it was diapers. I was curious but hesitant about them at first. Once he got me on the floor and put one on me, complete with powdering me, I was sold on them. I thought being 'forced' to stay naked in the apartment was the ultimate humiliation. I now realized being in college but being kept in just a diaper was even more humiliating. I was suddenly Baby Heather.

When you saw me in them that first day, I was glad you laughed. The thing about the diapers that I naively hadn't considered was how much it would feed my Recreational Misogyny kink to actually use the diaper. We hung out in the apartment drinking a few beers. Then you two separately went in the bathroom and took a piss. I was really trying to hold it, because my body had been trained to since I was three. After three beers and two hours, I lost my battle with my bladder. You both looked over as you heard the sound of me wetting my diaper.

I turned beet red. As a female not only was my clothing and modesty taken away by you boys, but also the dignity of using a toilet to pee. My diaper swelled with warm liquid. You two made me stay in the wet diaper for another hour before Denny laid me down to change me. I FELT like a baby as he opened my wet diaper. I knew you two were having as much fun as me as you pulled me onto the couch for a double penetration session for my Robert hole and my Denny hole.

About once a week I was put in a diaper. I only ever peed in them. Denny asked me to dirty the diaper instead of just wetting it. I honestly tried, but after another couple weeks, I couldn't force my body to do it. No amount of straining was going to let me overpower my body's predilection against making a mess in my pants. I found out later you gave Denny the idea. One day he explained he wanted to put a suppository up my bottom. I was nervous, but of course I agreed.

After an hour of fooling around with Denny I felt a feeling in my tummy. Out of sheer surprise and panic I begged to use the toilet. He said "of course you can Heather. This is all a game. But, if you do, you'll never know how a naughty girl who isn't even worthy enough for a toilet will feel." It almost goes without saying that I never stepped foot in that bathroom. It was the most disgusting and demeaning thing I'd ever done. Denny loved it. I hated it, which meant I loved it too. It might have actually been worse when Denny laid me down, opened my dirty diaper, cleaned me up, and put a new one on me. He saw me in a way no reasonable girl would want a boy to see her.

He was kind and gentle and seemed to appreciate the unique intimacy this brought. I was all cleaned up and in a fresh diaper when you got back from class. As Denny told you what had happened and I simultaneously sucked your dick, I couldn't help but notice how hard you came down my throat at hearing about it even if seeing it would not have been your thing.