Our charming lady enjoys the learning experience as she finds out more and more about herself.
The Sugar Cane Plantation - Chapter 2
As another day bloomed on the tropical island, she couldn’t help thinking about what the evening might bring?
Was it possible to OD on kink? In the back of her mind she wondered if she could overdo it and become blasé? Certainly would not want that to happen – she was enjoying this too much. She vowed to discus it with her new friends later. For now the pool beckoned and she stretched out – enjoying the warm tropical sun.
When she wandered into the main building for lunch it was a continuation of the morning awakening.
The exact antithesis of the night before! June had apparently had a change of heart, for Eric was sitting with her having lunch. June saw her enter and waved her over to join them.
It was a little awkward sitting at the table with Eric – this is the first time she had seen him in any way clothed and not in some way restrained. She looked around and saw Steve and Sharon enjoying an intimate lunch – holding hands and looking every bit the happy tourists.
June saw her surveying the scene and understood at once.
Laughing lightly she said ”come on Cynthia, we can’t run around being perverts all the time!”
She was right and it brought a smile to Cynthia’s lips. “You’re right of course – it just seems as if that’s been the focus of everything over the past couple of day. I was thinking about that out by the pool – perspective, perspective, perspective!”
They sat enjoying their lunch. No one was at any of the nearby tables so they could talk freely.
Eric said little, deferring to June, who smiled as she observed Cynthia glancing at Eric.
“Yes I’m sometimes a pushover” she admitted. “I know he is supposed to be locked up all week, but he was so very good last night, I decided to give him a break today. And besides, he’s not totally unrestrained – I never allow that”.
Cynthia glanced at Eric who still said nothing, then seeing no sign of anything limiting his freedom, looked quizzically at June.
As if her husband were not present June explained, obviously amused at Cynthia’s unasked question. “My husband is a hopeless masturbator “ she said. “If I don’t control him, he’s constantly playing with himself.”
Eric was now visibly embarrassed as Cynthia gave him a sidelong glance.
June continued, much to Eric’s discomfort. “When we decided that we would live a femdom marriage, Eric gave me control of his cock and balls – didn’t you dear?” she asked her husband. He answered sheepishly in the affirmative, avoiding eye contact with Cynthia.
“So, whenever he’s not otherwise restrained, I have a couple of little toys that I use to make sure that he refrains from self abuse. He’s wearing one now” June explained. “Eric, my dear, our friend is curious about how I control your dick – why don’t you explain to her what you’re wearing and how it works.”
“Yes Ma’am” Eric answered, recognizing the authority in his wife’s voice. He turned to Cynthia and explained….
“Before we left the room today, Mistress locked my penis into a kali teeth ring to prevent me from touching myself without permission. It is a device that discourages an erection, and makes any touch to my penis painful. I’m required to wear it, or some other form of chastity device that we have whenever Mistress allows me to be otherwise unrestrained.”
Cynthia felt the now all too familiar thrill as she listened to this man describe how his wife kept him locked up to prevent masturbation – to exercise complete control over his sexuality.
First last night, and now again she realized it turned her on to see a man submit and give up control. She fell right into her role.
Ignoring Eric, she asked June what a Kali Teeth Ring was. Almost clinically June explained the device, telling her that it was a metal sleeve that was locked around the shaft of the penis, just behind the head, the interior of which was lined with sharp spikes.
She went on to explain how when the penis was flaccid it was only mildly uncomfortable but that as the penis began to swell when becoming erect, the spikes would dig painfully into it. The more it grew, the more it hurt until finally, the pain would make the erection subside.
Cynthia was watching Eric with amusement as his wife was casually explaining to her the manner in which she controlled access to his penis – controlled him sexually.
He was clearly embarrassed at being discussed this way. but she noticed something else.
“It really is quite effective” continued Julie. “Tease him a little and watch what happens.
Cynthia looked around to see if anyone could see them, and finding that the plants behind the table gave them some privacy, let her hand slip onto Eric’s lap, gently teasing.
She felt the all too familiar twinges between her legs as she let her fingers play around his crotch, feeling the hard metal through the fabric of his slacks.
Running her fingers along the shaft of his cock, feeling the outline through the pants, she felt it begin to stiffen at the same time that she heard Eric sharply inhale.
“He’s such a slut he can’t control himself” Julie said as she watched her friend tease her husband’s cock. “He knows how badly it’s going to hurt, but he can’t help himself.”
“He looks like he’s in real pain” Cynthia observed as she watched Eric try to move as little as possible, with beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
“Oh he is” smiled June. “I love to see my wonderful husband in pain. Later, I’ll show you what’s causing him to make such a fuss. It’s quite diabolical in that he’s the one causing his own pain!”
“Shall we go and enjoy ourselves?” June asked Cynthia who readily agreed.
“Eric, you have the afternoon to yourself. “Julie ordered. “But don’t think I’ve forgotten your misdeeds. I expect you to be in your cell, naked and restrained, before the sun goes down. I’m sure we’ll be able to put you to good use later this evening” she told him as she gathered her purse to leave.
The two women wandered outside, enjoying the tropical sun tempered by the cooling breeze.
Without even talking about it they found themselves walking toward Cynthia’s room.
Once inside Cynthia turned toward her friend – no words were spoken – they just slipped into each others’ embrace – hands searching and stroking, lips meshed, tongues intertwined.
Moving over to the bed they were soon a lust fevered mess – arms, legs, clothes all entangled, and neither of them caring.
Cynthia found herself lying between June’s widespread legs, ever so intensely licking at the soft folds, probing with her tongue, then taking the swollen clit between her teeth and pulling. As she relaxed her bite just enough so that the captive clit slowly slid out, rasping against her teeth, June explode into a convulsive orgasm, her juices soaking Cynthia’s face as well as the sheets.
Cynthia, knowing how sensitive it would be, simply placed her tongue against June’s clit. Not moving, just a gently rolling pressure as she felt her liver’s gradually subsiding spasms.
They lay quietly for a while, June enjoying the afterglow of her intense orgasm, just holding each other. Cynthia was aroused and unsated, but not concerned – they had all afternoon.
Besides, she was enjoying the gently building sensations caused by June’s fingertips lightly teasing her nipple. So very nice. So unhurried.
Just lying there, literally able to feel the nipple swelling and hardening as the fingers slowly circled and teased, and wondering where those fingers might end up next and hw long they would take to get there.
June interrupted her erotic meanderings. “So are you ready to make our way to the dungeon this afternoon?” “Ummm – always” she answered” feeling that little twinges that thoughts of play stirred.
“Well have you given any thought to what you’d like to do?” her friend asked, now leaning over and blowing ever so gently on the same nipple she had been teasing.
Cynthia could literally feel the nipple trying to explode – she wanted so badly to feel June’s tongue on it, but waiting patiently.
“You’ve played a little with the guys, and you’ve watched a lot” continued June, her mouth so close to the nipple that her breath as she spoke sending quivers all the way down to Cynthia’s pussy.
“Would you like to put me through my paces, or would you like me to make you scream? June asked, ending the question by twirling her tongue around the nipple.
Cynthia jerked visibly as the tongue touched her swollen nipple.
She stopped to think. On the one hand it would be so much fun to have June at her disposal, to hear her moan and cry out in her restraints as she used a whip on those very sensitive parts of her body.
On the other hand, memories of her first adventure came rushing back. Visions of herself being strapped down, open and exposed, while June exercised what Cynthia now knew to be a healthy streak of cruelty.
It was hard to say if it was those thoughts, or June’s finger lightly teasing her slit that almost sent her over the edge.
Sensing her indecision, June told her that before she decided, she needed to be aware of a few things if she was considering submitting
“First sexy lady, as I think you’ve seen, I play hard. I won’t injure you. I won’t leave any permanent marks and we can discuss ahead of time anything you really don’t want to do, but outside of that, well let’s just say that I will want to hear you scream!”
Cynthia shuddered at the images that statement conjured up in her mind, at the same time, letting herself go to the wonderful feelings coming from her pussy as June continued to gently stroke and tease her. Not yet putting a finger inside her – just making her crave it as she gently but incessantly stroked the outer lips.
“Beyond the physical aspects, I really focus on the mental.
A session can be as intense mentally, or probably more so than physically. The body generally does not remember pain – but the mind certainly remembers the trips that it has taken.” June continued.
Now her finger was ever so gently nudging the out lips apart – just barely stroking between them, but the wetness was already abundant, and Cynthia moaned at the sensation.
“One thing that I do differently than most is that I don’t use safewords”. Cynthia opened her eyes quizzically and June continued to explain, though not stopping her stroking and teasing.
“Most of the BDSM community religiously uses safewords in play. Those are words, agreed upon ahead of time that if spoken by the “victim”, automatically stop everything.
For some they’re fine and certainly to each his own. For me” June continued as Cynthia tried to listen attentively while feeling her pussy begin to swell and throb, “they completely destroy the whole mental side of what I do”.
Confused, Cynthia turned her head in spite of the wonderful feelings coming from between her legs. June was enjoying that she had Cynthia’s attention – both regarding what she was talking about as well as what she was doing, and went on.
“When I am dominant in a session, I want my victim to be in the mindset that can only come when they realize that I and only I am in control and that whatever is going to happen to them will happen whether they want it to or not. It is complete surrender. Complete trust. Complete relinquishment of control. All that is completely destroyed if they realize that all they have to do is say “red” or “asparagus” or something.”
It made sense thought Cynthia and she even tried to say something intelligent in response, but all she could do was moan as June’s finger finally slipped between her now slick lips and teased her clit.
She felt June kissing her way down her body moving so slowly toward her throbbing and oh so needy sex. Finally just as she felt a finger slip inside her she felt June’s lips circling her clit. Another finger joined the first and by spreading her fingers, June began to stretch her vagina.
The feeling was indescribable and grew in waves. Just as she thought it could not get any more intense, June withdrew one of the slick fingers and nudged it against Cynthia’s ass, itself slick and wet from the juices that had been seeping from her vulva. The finger slipped inside easily and Cynthia thought she would die from sensory overload – lips sucking her clit while June rubbed her fingers together inside her separated only by a thin membrane.
Cynthia thrashed and jerked on the bed, hearing what seemed like a distance voice crying out “Yes – God Yes – I want it – I want you to take me and whip my cunt – I want you to make me scream!”. As she came in violent spasms, finally realizing that the voice had been hers.
As the two women lay together in each others’ arms, June reached over ad stroked her friend’s face gently. “Wow” was all Cynthia could say, though she said it several times.
“Well love, did you mean what you said, or was that just throes of passion talking?” June asked.
“No – I meant it” said Cynthia. “That mind shattering orgasm probably let it out, but ever since Robert locked me in the cell, and then later, when I watched Sharon taking her pussy whipping, it’s been on my mind”.
June pulled her closer, both women enjoying each other. “Just make sure it’s what you want love, and make sure you want it from me. As I told you, I play rough. No safe words. No mercy. If you play with me you will scream, and beg and plead for it to stop and it won’t.
Think about playing with Robert – he can be cruel but he doesn’t share my need. I need it all! I want your mind and your body and for at least a short time, I want your soul!!!”
Cynthia hardly hesitated. “I know all that. I’ve watched you with Eric and with Robert. I’ve jumped into this with both feet. I want this – no I need this, and no, before you ask, or mention it, no matter how bad it is, I won’t hate you when it’s over.”
Junes said nothing for a while – just stroked her lover’s hair and face.
Finally she got up and pulled her clothes from the tangled mess, dressing herself as she found each item. As Cynthia started to do the same, June stopped her.
“Not you love. Your time starts right now, and right now, I want you naked for me”.
Cynthia had not expected that, and even after her adventure with Robert several days ago, it was strange. Embarrassing but arousing too.
Even though she had just shared a bed with June, and they had explored each other’s bodies in the most intimate possible detail, it still caused her to feel a blush and at the same time, her familiar rush at being naked while June was fully clothed.
She felt herself going down the road of submission when June dangled a pair of handcuffs before her, offering them with the words “behind your back lover”.
She found herself confused at the sensations and feelings that rushed over her as, standing naked in front of her friend and lover, she fastened one cuff around her left wrist, then putting her hands behind her back and fumbling for the other cuff, placed her right wrist in it. She felt almost overwhelmed as she closed the cuff, hearing the ratcheting sound and feeling the cuff tighten on her wrist at the same time.
She took a deep breath as she stood naked in front of her friend, hands cuffed behind her, waiting…
June enjoyed watching her friend’s embarrassment – she knew quite well the effect she was creating.
“Now my love, before we move on, let’s talk a bit. And oh yes, even though I’ve got you just the way I want you, you’ll have one more chance to back out”.
“Remember I told you that I don’t use safe words. That will go for our session today. I want you completely my love”. June whispered as she walked behind her manacled friend and lover.
“So, since once I get you in the dungeon, you’re mine. We need to talk about your limits.
Everyone has things that they just don’t want, that scare them to much, that they find distasteful or even disgusting. Now is the time to tell me your deepest and darkest fears and turn-offs. I want you frightened, trembling, nervous al at the same time, but I want it in a hot way for us. So now is the time to talk to me.”
It was all new to Cynthia but June helped her talk it through.
A lot of hugging and stroking of her captive and soon June had a good idea of what was fair game and what would be left alone.
So it was time to move on. She was really attracted to this woman, enjoyed making love with her, so she knew the session would be special. She wasn’t sure how their budding relationship would be affected by what she was going to put the sexy young woman through, but she had a good feeling about it.
“Ok my sexy little lover. It’s decision time”. I’ve enjoyed having you naked and cuffed in front of me more than you can know, and I am really, really looking forward to having my way with you in the dungeon.
But, I put the handcuffs on you before we talked so fair is fair, one more chance to change your mind.
Here’s the key to the handcuffs. Say the word and I’ll unlock them, you can get dressed and we’ll enjoy a nice dinner together, with hopefully an encore of our afternoon delight.
On the other hand, if you don’t want they key, we go to the dungeon and you’re mine for as long as I want you”.
As she spoke she walked around behind her captive, reached around and began stroking and teasing her. First massaging the delightful breasts, teasing then pinching the nipples, enjoying watching the effect as Cynthia leaned back against her, moaning at the caresses.
Leaning forward and almost whispering in Cynthia’s ear June let her fingers slip down the front of the woman’s body – lingering here and there. “What’s it gong to be my love” she whispered as at her touch, Cynthia’s leg parted, giving access.
“As the man said in “The Matrix” do you want the red pill or the blue pill? Dinner or the dungeon” as she let hr fingers dance lightly over her captive’s swollen sex.
“The dungeon” hissed Cynthia as she thrust her hips forward, trying to increase the pressure on her needy pussy.
“So be it” June murmured as she removed her hand, eliciting a gasp of frustration. “Don’t say I didn’t give you the chance to change your mind, and don’t say I didn’t warn you”.
June reached into a bag and pulled forth a paid of clover clamps which she held up for her lover to see.
“These my dear are what we call clover clamps. They go on shall we say sensitive parts of body. And, for your pleasure and enjoyment, they have a distinctive feature. When you pull on the little cord, they tighten. The harder you pull, the tighter they get, so it’s almost impossible to pull them off”.
Cynthia’s eyes widened a she watched June approach with the clamps. She felt first her left nipple, then the right teased and stroked tell they were erect. Then, just as she thought she had mentally prepared herself for the bite of the clamps on her breasts, June knelt down, nudged her legs apart and began stroking and pulling her outer labia. Before she could register what was happening she felt the excruciating pinches as the clamps were applied to her pussy lips. June next produced a leash, which she clipped to the chain connecting the two clamps.
Those feelings were overwhelming her again – just as when Robert had her locked in the cell.
She was naked, handcuffed and now had a leash effectively attached to her sex.
Just as she was trying to digest it all, June intruded into her thoughts. “Pleasant surprise too, my love” she said as she lightly held the end of the leash.
“Robert has let me know that all of the guests not into our lifestyle have left – only us perverts remain. That means I can take you to your fate without releasing you and without covering you up. You might be seen by some of the staff, but they’re used to us by now.
So what say we move to a more suitable venue….. “ she said as she headed toward the door, giving the leash a light tug.
Cynthia jumped and squealed as the pull tightened the clamps on her labia and pulled them out and away from her body. June had not lied. As the clamps were pulled they indeed bit down harder.
Cynthia did not need a second reminder. She scrambled to follow close behind June, trying to keep the leash slack. As they walked across the lawn, she experienced again that intense rush. Here she was naked, hands cuffed behind, her, being led by her pussy with no choice but to obediently follow.
Once inside, June led her to the same cell in which Robert had kept her confined.
Such a strange feeling as June opened the door and motioned her inside. She heard the lock click as the door closed.
Damn she loved that feeling!!! June beckoned her over to the bars, then reached through and removed the clamps. Cynthia gasped at the pain that flashed through her vulva – they hurt far more coming off!! June just smiled. “I’m going to go take a shower and get ready for dinner. You can wait here. The cuffs stay on because I know that if I took them off you’d just be playing with yourself as soon as I left.
And now that you’re here, you need to learn my rules. You do not speak except to answer a question. If you address me at all my title is Ma’am or Mistress. Do you have any questions?” “No Mistress” Cynthia answered – loving the rush of voicing her submission.
June left her in her cell, naked, handcuffed and very much alone. She found herself on the small cot, wondering what June had in store for her. Wondering how she had transitioned so quickly from making love with June in the comfort of her room a short time ago, to being naked in the cell, restrained and waiting to be tormented.
Her thoughts were interrupted when June walked back in. She sat waiting, surprised that June had returned so soon. June said nothing – just looked at her – then it came to her with a rush – the rules Robert had given her.
She jumped up moving to the bars. “Too late my pretty” June said, smiling wickedly. She left and came back with leather cuffs.
Following June’s instructions she turned around and presented her cuffed wrists through the bars, feeling the handcuffs loosen, then be removed. June tossed the leather cuffs through the bars, instructing her to buckle them on wrists and ankles. When she was done, June produced two tiny padlocks for the cuffs on her wrists, then ordered her up against the bars.
On command she extended her arms up, spread apart, grasping the bars at the top of the cell. She felt June fastening them, and found that her wrists were locked above her head, far apart. Still trying to deal with the strain on her wrists and arms, she felt her feet being drawn apart and likewise fastened far apart to the bars. She found herself spread in a human X form, pulled against the bars, naked and exposed as June stood before her, admiring her handiwork and enjoying the displayed woman in front of her.
“We have rules my love” she said, stroking Cynthia’s face gently through the bars. You could have enjoyed the relative comfort of the cot while you waited for me to have dinner and join you, but since you chose to disobey the rules you don’t get that.
Tell me what rule you broke.” Cynthia looked at her erstwhile lover and now tormentress and answered softely “Ma’am I was supposed to present myself at the bars when I heard you enter, spread open as much as my restraints allowed and hold that position until ordered or until you left. I’m sorry Ma’am I forgot – it won’t happen again”.
“Of course it won’t dear Cynthia” whispered June.
Since I can’t depend on you to follow instructions and move to the bars, I’ve solved the problem – you’re at the bars and I’ve made sure you’ll just stay there”. She reached through the bars to caress and tease her prisoner – toying with her breasts, rolling the nipples between thumb and finger, eliciting a soft moan.
“Well enjoy dear” she said as she turned away. “I’m going to enjoy a nice dinner, and when I come back, we’ll play.”
Cynthia moaned in frustration when June removed her hand after teasing her. The reality dawned on her and she groaned.
She was fastened tightly against the bars of the cell. June had left almost no slack, so all she could do was stand against the bars, arms and legs spread wide, and wait. And she knew she had a long wait – it was not even five o’clock when they had come down. Dinner was at 7 so her best guess was that she would be tied against the bars for at least the next three hours. She resigned herself to her ordeal – since she really had no choice.
As time slipped slowly by she was at a loss to understand the thoughts and emotions rushing through her mind.
Objectively, from the perspective of the independent professional that she was, this was stupid. There was no better word for it. She was paying a lot of money to be on this wonderful island. She should be by the pool, enjoying a cold drink, perhaps getting a delightful massage in the tropical sun.
Instead she was naked, tied, standing against cold steel bars, in a very lewd position, unable to do anything but let seconds turn to minutes and wait.
Waiting for June to return, when she would be taken from the cell, fastened to some of the diabolical devices and tormented. She had been promised that she would suffer until she screamed. What sane person would let themselves in for that?
And yet she wouldn’t have it any other way! The cold sensation as the occasional breeze from the open window blew across her exposed vulva let her know that she was wet – but then she already knew that she was aroused. Her pussy was actually throbbing letting her know it had become engorged and was in need of attention. She actually yearned for June’s return – craving the pain she knew would come.
Her reverie was shattered by the sounds of approaching steps. Hoping and dreading that it might be June, she was disappointed, then wildly embarrassed when she saw it was Eric.
Confused at first she then remembered June’s instructions to her husband – to be locked in a cell before sun down.
Remembering that her failure to obey the rules had gotten her in her present predicament she said nothing. At the same time she feel a flush creep over her as Eric stood in front of her taking in the beautiful picture that she presented – naked and spread open, pulled tightly against the bars. This was what she had both dreaded and anticipated with a thrill ever since Robert had told her the rules and made it clear that she might have her nakedness pressed against the bars for other people.
And this was Eric. The same man whose cock she had teased, causing him to become erect inside a kali teeth ring. The same man whose own embarrassment and humiliation she had enjoyed and participated in as he described his chastity regimen.
Now she was strapped naked in front of him, her tits and pussy on display. Embarrassed as she was she could not deny the sexual thrill.
Eric was obviously equally well versed in the rules and did not want to run afoul of June.
He proceeded to remove his own clothes, folding them and stacking them neatly on a nearby chair. Naked, Cynthia could see the device that had intrigued her so much earlier in the day. It was a metal band about an inch wide that tightly encircled his penis. It was locked into place with a small brass padlock. With the spikes on the inside of the band that June had described, it was obvious that it could not be removed without the key.
In spite of her own stressful bondage, Cynthia found the found the idea of controlling a man in that fashion terribly exciting. He cock was still there as always, but to touch it would cause pain. Intercourse or masturbation were out of the question.
His wife had effectively transformed his manhood into a useless appendage, and she held the key!
Eric entered the cell next to hers and she heard the door slam shut. He had locked himself in as ordered. Only by turning her head, which was stressful, could she see Eric, so she contented herself for the most part with just staring straight ahead at the empty room.
She studied the breeding rack and the whipping post – both of which she assumed she would be experiencing before the night was over. Now, with Eric in the cell next to hers, the breeding rack took on a whole new outlook.
Yes, she had been fastened into the thing before but that was with no one present but Robert, who thanks to a sexual crescendo created by hours of tease and denial she desperately wanted to fuck her.
This would be different. To be strapped down, then opened wide so every part of her was on display… she shuddered at the thought.
She was not an exhibitionist. Even lovers in her “former” life had never seen all of the detail that the breeding rack would display. She could not help but turn her head to glance at Eric, wondering how he would react when she was displayed like that.
When she saw Eric he of course could not know what she was thinking – he had himself been busy complying with June’s instructions.
Cynthia again felt her rush at the control that June wielded and the submission that Eric displayed. As instructed he had restrained himself. He had obviously been given instructions on what was expected. He locked his ankles into restraints with a short chain. He had locked a thumbcuff around his penis – just behind the head and in front of the teeth ring to which a two foot chain was attached. The other end of the chain was attached to a ring on the front of a wide, stiff leather collar.
The chain was just short enough so that he had to keep his head bowed forward in order to relieve the strain on his cock. Finally after attaching a pair of handcuffs to his ankle restraints, he had cuffed his hands behind his back.
The position was uncomfortable and would very become severe. But it was hot!! The idea that this man would on command not only lock himself into the cell, but place himself in strict restraint, with no way to free himself, was just fucking hot!!
She turned her head forward again to relieve the stress, but she just couldn’t help it. From time to time she had to turn her head to look at the helpless man on the floor in the other cell. Naked, his cock locked to his collar and fastened in a hogtie, the image was too erotic to miss!!!
As she stood there, naked and spread she tried all sorts of mental exercises to pass the time. She could tell from the small barred window that it was dark outside.
June would be enjoying dinner with Tom, Sharon and Robert. She wondered if the pretty lady would be thinking of her standing naked and open, fastened to the bars, muscles cramping from the strain.
It seemed absurd to her, but the mental image of the diametrically oppose roles thrilled her.. And besides, no matter how uncomfortable she was pulled against the bars, it was better than poor Eric. A moan from the tightly retrained man caused her to look over her shoulder again. The position was clearly stressful. Legs pulled up behind him, head pulled forward. The bad thing for both of them was that neither had any inkling how long they would have to endure.
She almost found herself dozing in her restraints when she heard the outside door open and footsteps come through the large room on the other side of the door.
Remembering Robert’s words from what seemed like an eternity ago, she wondered briefly who would be entering the door to see her naked and spread wide. She had braced herself for a group viewing when the door opened and only June came into the room.
Smiling she walked over to her captive, stroking her face before letting her hand drift lower to lightly tease a swollen nipple. “I know love, I’m cruel for leaving you like this, but you have to learn the rules, and besides, I could always have left you like poor Eric”.
“I understand Mistress” Cynthia replied, remembering to address her tormentress properly.
After all she had just spent several hours n a punishment position – she certainly did not want to make things worse.
Expecting to be released, she was a little surprised when June entered the other cell and began caressing Eric. “My poor dear husband” she cooed. “So devoted and obedient. I know this is an awful position. You’re going to be here for a while, so let’s get you adjusted for a little longer stay.
With that she unfastened the hogtie and removed the chain clipped to his cock, leaving him with his hands cuffed behind his back. She went out and came back with a spreader bar, which she fastened to his briefly freed ankles, then helped him to stand in the middle of his cell. She helped him take awkward steps until he too was against the cell bars. The short chain that had been fastened to his cock was reapplied, the other end wrapped around one of the bars, then it too was attached to the thumb cuff on his cock.
Looking at him sideways, Cynthia could see the result of the bondage – he was standing against the bars, hands behind him, legs spread, held there by his penis. Again, all he could do was stand there, knowing better than to speak without permission, and of course with no idea how long she would keep him there.
As June stepped into her own cell and begin fiddling with her restraints, Cynthia felt a combination of excitement and fear. Her waiting was over. June was getting ready to give her what she had asked for in the throes of passion.
But the nagging thought kept coming back – “could she take it? Would it be too much? Had she asked for more than she could handle?” She quickly reasoned that it didn’t matter. June had made her fate clear to her and she had passed by all the chances to change her mind – and there had been many.
June released her hands, pausing briefly to massage her aching shoulders, before bringing her arms behind her and fastening handcuffs on her wrists.
Cynthia understood. There would be no chance to change her mind. To Bolt. To try to rush out of the cell and outside to freedom. While her hands had been repositioned, her feet had remained fastened wide apart to the bars. As June began working to free her ankles, her hands had already been cuffed. She was easily controllable. A leash clipped to the collar that was quickly fastened around her neck was used to lead her out of the cell, into the dungeon.
She was led to a table that she had not noticed the last time she was here.
Another rush of recollection. Last time she had been here it had been Robert and Eric who had been naked and crying out when the whip struck them, while she had been in sexual overload. Now it was she that was naked and restrained. What an incredible rush of sensations and emotions…..
The table was about waist high with two sturdy uprights t about a quarter of the way back from one end. June helped her up onto the table then positioned her with her feet between the uprights and her head at the other end. She had to lie slightly sideways because of her hands cuffed behind her.
June produced a wide Velcro strap that came up from under the table, went across her hips, then back under the table where it was cinched tight. Only then did June help her sit up and remove the handcuffs, replacing them with wide, padded cuffs. Pushing her back down, her hands were fastened to a strap at the head of the table.
Pulling, tugging and stretching until finally her hands were fastened tautly above her head. Any curiosity she might have had about the uprights was quickly satisfied.
Padded cuffs were attached to each ankle. First one then the other leg was raised, with the knee almost touching her chest, then brought to the outside of each upright, where the cuff was attached to a steel ring.
When she understood the position she felt a flush going from her face, down to her upper chest.
It did not matter that June had seen her naked many times already, had explored all her intimate places with fingers and tongue. This was different. The way that her legs were forced back and apart literally raised her ass, as much as the strap at her hips allowed, off the table.
June quickly quashed any doubts she might be harboring about the effect her position, as she walked to the foot of the table, between her gaping legs and began stroking her. “I love this position for a woman” she murmured as she let her fingers play over the exposed asshole and pussy. “I call it for obvious reasons, the diaper position.
And as you’ve guessed, and as the name suggests, there is absolutely nothing left to the imagination. This is as exposed as a woman can be”.
Spread as she was, she could feel the cool breeze of the air conditioning tickle the exposed inner membranes of her vulva – causing her to realize how obscenely spread she was.
“Don’t worry love” June went on, never stopping the stroking and teasing. “Rest assured that later tonight, when the others show up, I will turn you into my slut. But for now, for this, it will be just you and I. When you break down and scream – I mean really scream from your soul, I want it to be just you and me”.
Cynthia shuddered – both fear and arousal competing. The arousal from knowing that June wanted something so intense to be between just the two of them. The fear at the knowledge that she would have to suffer more pain than she probably ever had in order to get there.
June picked up a multi-thonged whip and showed it to her victim. As June let it dangle in from of her face, Cynthia felt fear. It looked wicked.
“This my love is a martinet” explained June, as she sensually stroked the tightly braided individual thongs. “It’s not particularly heavy, but what it lacks in impact is more than made up for by the knotted ends”
Sure enough Cynthia saw that each thong was not only tightly braided but ended in a small knot. Even without ever having experienced it, there was no doubt it would hurt.
She lay there trembling as June let the tips of the individual thongs slide over her breasts, watching the nipples harden as the leather teased and softly caressed.
Cynthia knew this was just a prelude. She knew that June was savoring the moment – enjoying the combination of her helplessness, her obscene exposure and the knowledge that she would soon be causing her lover to scream for her.
The first stroke came without warning and Cynthia cried out, as much from surprise as at the completely unexpected pain that surged through her left breast. The thongs had caught her breast squarely.
The effect was twofold. The thongs were just heavy enough to cause the pain to radiate deep into her breast, but worse, the surface of her breast felt like dozens of bee stings where the tiny knots had done their work.
Before she could cry out or say anything, June went to work in earnest on her breasts.
First one, then the other, then the thongs splatting across both breasts, causing her nipples to feel as though they were being flayed.
She made no attempt to be stoic – her poor breasts just hurt too much. She cried out freely as June kept hitting her breasts without let-up. Her restraints held her in position while June enjoyed watching her lover’s breasts go from white to pink to a much darker shade.
Finally she stopped, setting the whip to the side and gently stroking her victim.
Cynthia was moaning, but found herself eagerly kissing the fingers of her tormentress and lover as they came to her mouth. Her breasts felt like they were on fire, but while she welcomed the respite, she knew that June was not through,
She felt June’s fingers gently stroke her hypersensitive breasts and nipples before slipping between her legs. She moaned as fingers slipped between her labia, enjoying the sensation. She could feel the moisture seeping from her pussy down toward her ass and wondered how she could be so aroused at having had her breasts hurt so much.
But June didn’t give her much time to wonder. Again, she preceded the actual whipping with a teasing of her target. Cynthia felt her sex becoming engorged and could feel the tiny knots as they slid along her moistening slit. She already knew what the whip felt like and began to tremble.
The first strokes hit the insides of her thigh, gradually working higher and higher, only to stop and go to the other thigh. Several times June repeated this pattern. Cynthia’s sensitive thighs were driving her crazy and each time the whip strokes approached the juncture of her legs she expected the worst.
Finally, June allowed the first stroke to hit the exposed vulva. Cynthia jerked frantically in her restraints and howled. It felt like the tender flesh of her most intimate place was being torn off. Never in her life had she felt such pain there.
The impact of the thongs caused the pain to be felt deep inside, while again, those fiendish little knots were doing their work on the skin and soft folds of her pussy.
And as she had done when she whipped her breasts, June gave her no time to contemplate or collect herself – she kept the strokes coming in rapid succession. First across the labia, with the tips finding the groin itself, then a different angle so the thongs hit along the cuntlips, with one or two finding their way between the outer lips. Those were excruciating for Cynthia, especially when one of the thongs caught her clit.
Suddenly the whipping stopped, and again, she felt June’s hands gently stroking her face.
She was moaning in pain but found herself pushing her face against the caressing fingers. As June leaned over to kiss her, she felt her lover’s tongue and eagerly allowed it to enter her own mouth – delighting in the kiss of the woman who was causing her so much pain.
“Just a little more my love” June whispered between kisses. “You have to scream for me.”
“No, please no more – I can’t stand it” Cynthia begged. June smiled and said “of course you can love – you are mine tonight, and you will scream for me and there is nothing you can do about it”.
With that she turned her attention back between her captive’s gaping legs. Cynthia could not tell what she was doing but suddenly felt in sharp pain in first one, then the other pussy lip, followed by a pulling sensation.
When June moved aside she looked down and began begging and pleading, knowing that she would not be able to handle what was coming.
June had fastened a nipple clamp to each of her outer pussy lips and taped it to her thighs. She did not need a mirror to know that her pussy was gaping wide, the outer lips spread with all of her sensitive inner membranes exposed.
She started to beg, promising June anything not to do this, when the first incredible blast of pain exploded from her tortured pussy.
Nothing could hurt this bad she thought as she tried frantically to get out of her restraints.
She fought and thrashed to no avail. She was trying desperately to beg and plead when the blows starting hitting in succession. The opening of her vagina, her inner lips, her clit, even her asshole were being assailed by the tightly braided thongs and the tiny knots at the ends. The blows were worse because each time her labia were struck, they were jerked against the clamps spreading them wide.
The pain was like nothing she had ever experienced or could ever have imagined.
In a haze of pain she heard herself screaming freely. Screaming and thrashing in her restraints was all that she could do. It seemed like the pain just went on and on. She found herself drifting away.
Finally, as she was off in some ethereal, endorphin induced stupor, she realized that the whipping had stopped. Her eyes were closed, She was trying to discern what was real and what was not.
She felt the clips removed from her labia – more pain as the blood rushed back into the abused skin – drifting away again, then the feel of a tongue, so warm and soft, gently laving the tortured folds of her pussy while fingers gently stroked her breasts and teased her ever so sensitive nipples.
She felt the tongue nudge its way between her bruised pussy lips, first teasing her clit, then sliding down, pushing its way inside her opening.
That did it.
The incredible pain had taken her to places she had never been, and all it took to trigger her gut wrenching orgasm was that hot, firm tongue probing her. Never had she experienced such a combination of intense sensations and emotions.
She found herself crying freely. The pain. The incredibly heightened emotional state she had been in. The sexual rush coursing through her. It was just too much.
In a distant dimension she felt her restraints being removed and allowed June to help her off the table. She stumbled more than walked, allowing June to lead her to the couch where they both collapsed. June produced a blanket which she draped over her lover and held her. Cynthia just found herself sobbing and hoping more than anything else in the world that June would never stop holding her.
Later, much later it seemed, she opened her eyes to find June staring intently at her as she gently stroked her face. Cynthia found herself rubbing her cheek against the soft fingers, it just felt so right. June broke the silence.
“You screamed for me love – you screamed from your soul, and now you’re mine”. Cynthia just nodded, feeling incredibly warm and possessed.
She did not resist and in fact tilted her head back to make it easier when June fastened, and then locked the collar around her neck. Without being told, she slipped from the couch to sit at the floor next to June – it just felt as if that is where she belonged. She just leaned back and enjoyed being with June.
She was startled out of her reverie as the door opened and one of the servers from the restaurant brought in a tray. She started to cover herself, but June put out a hand to stop her.
“You’re mine today love and I’ll tell you when and what to wear”. Blushing at having someone else see her naked and collared she knelt quietly as the woman set the ray down and uncovered it to reveal bottled water and sandwiches.
As June instructed the woman to make sure that Eric was fed and watered before she left, Cynthia realized that these scenes must by now be quite familiar to the staff. She suddenly realized how hungry and thirsty she was and attacked her sandwich.
After they had finished and the same woman hard returned to collect the tray, June turned to her, cupping her chin in her hand gently as she spoke.
“I promised you a whipping today and I think you would agree that I’ve delivered.
I didn’t tell you, and you did not agree for anything else to happen to you today. So from here, it’s up to you. I told you that if you promised to be mine I would make you my slut and I’m prepared to do that.
But as I did when we started, I’m offering you one more chance to stop. You can go put your clothes on and relax. I know the others will be down in a bit and we can all play as the mood strikes.
Or, if you meant what you said about being mine, you can turn around and offer your hands to be cuffed. If you do that, you’re mine, no limits for the rest of the night. Remember – it’s the red pill or the blue pill!!
Wordlessly and without even a second’s hesitation Cynthia found herself turning so that her back was to June, and offering her hands, fingers interwoven to be cuffed. Once again she felt the sexual trill course through her as she felt the cool steel and heard the ratcheting of the cuffs as they closed on her wrists.
“Poor lovely girl” June spoke as she stroked her lover’s hair. “You have opened Pandora’s box and you will never, ever be able to close it again.
But for now make sure that you’ve eaten plenty and had plenty of water because I promise to treat you very badly tonight!” Cynthia just shivered as her pussy pulsed, and replied “yes Mistress – please do what you said you would – make me your slut and use me.”
June clipped a leash to the collar and with a slight tug, let Cynthia know to follow her.
Wildly conflicting thoughts and emotions raced through her mind as she was led, naked, collared and cuffed out to the breeding room. No words were spoken. Cynthia knew what was expected of her as June pointed to the ominous breeding rack.
Cynthia managed, with June’s help to work her way up onto the kneeling pads and remained still as she felt June’s fingers fastening and tightening the straps at ankle, calf and thigh. With June pushing her forward she was bent over the padded bar, with the bar pushing at the tops of her thighs.
She felt the cuffs removed from her wrists. June then pushed her head lower so that he neck was in the bottom of the headpiece. Wrists were placed in the respective indentations and finally the top bar was lowered.
Her mind wandered back to the day she had been in this position with Robert behind her.
Once again as she rested in the restraints she was aware of the obscenity of the position.
With her head and wrists forced down low, the padded bar forced her hips high in the air.
The splay of her legs in their restraints guaranteed that every part of her was open and on display. June gently caressed her face, letting her fingers slip between her lover’s lips. Cynthia eagerly licked the offered fingers, sucking it as June pushed it into her mouth.
“Yes love” June purred. “Your mouth and your cunt and your ass are going to be busy tonight. I hope you enjoy this as much as I’m going to.”
Cynthia shuddered as once again the now all too familiar sexual thrill coursed through her loins. A flood of thoughts overwhelmed her.
First she realized that Eric, behind her in his cell had a clear and unobstructed view of her charms. Her ass, her pussy and even her asshole were clearly on display.
Next it occurred to her that unlike with Robert before, and with June earlier, there would now be others present. She was fastened in an incredibly lewd position for any woman, and she would be on display for anyone who walked through the door.
Finally June’s words hit home. She would be used. She was open and available and her lover intended to allow her to be used.
The whole thing came rushing home in one overwhelming realization. She was a slut on a breeding rack, fastened there so that she could be bred – just like a slave or a beast. She had no say as to whether she was fucked or who by.
She had irrevocably surrendered her right to object - volition had been taken away from her. She was fastened in a device whose only purpose was to make her available to be fucked and used.
Just as she was coming to grips with what awaited her. June appeared in front of her again to add additional refinement to her torment.
She slipped a dental gag between her captive’s lips, making sure that it was properly seated behind her teeth, then tightened the strap.
Cynthia had never been gagged before and quickly realized that she could not dislodge it. She began to grunt and protest when June began to work the opening mechanism, the ratchet clicking as each one was reached. Cynthia felt her jaws being forced open, then finally just held there.
If she felt vulnerable before this was worse. Her mouth was held open – the intent obvious. Anything could be slipped into her mouth with no way for her to resist.
“This is just because I’m in a mood to be cruel love” June said as she once again stroked Cynthia face and hair.
“Not only can anyone use your mouth, when you’re called upon perform, you can only use your tongue – no lips and certainly no teeth. You’ll see how much harder it is to pleasure someone with only your tongue.
As I said love, it’s going to be a rough night. To make matters worse Cynthia realized that with her mouth forced open and her head down, she could not swallow her saliva – it simply ran out of her mouth and pooled on the floor.
Busy contemplating her fate and how she would be able to deal with the challenges June was presenting her with, she almost did not hear the door open and Robert, Steve and Sharon enter.
Cynthia sensed them all gathering around her, then heard them begin to comment or her position and her body.
Sharon remarked at her whip marks still visible between her legs and asked June if her slut had screamed for her. Obviously she was no stranger to June’s penchants and preferences.
June smiled. “Of course she screamed my dear, just as one day, if your husband loans you to me, you will scream. But this one is special – she is my pet. I’ve whipped her quite thoroughly and now I want to make sure she understands that she is mine, I am going to breed her. So please feel free to enjoy – she is open for use for the rest of the evening.”
The others needed no further encouragement.
Cynthia felt fingers stroking and teasing the backs of her legs and her ass. Someone’s fingers – she could not even tell if it was a man’s or a woman’s slipped between her pouting labia. She knew it had been Sharon when she heard her say to June congratulations –you’ve already trained her well. You’ve got her on display and fixed for breeding and she lubricating like a bitch in heat.”
Cynthia notwithstanding everything that had transpired, felt herself blushing.
It was true.
She was fastened into a terribly lewd position, her gag was causing her to drool freely, but she felt her pussy swelling and throbbing as Sharon’s finger continued to stroke it before slipping inside.
She groaned around her gag – it felt so damned good. She didn’t care how obscene she looked. She had stopped caring about how slutty she appeared – all she craved was that delicious fullness that flows from being penetrated.
She silently begged for it never to stop. But of course it stopped. Everyone had played this game before. Everyone but Cynthia knew that the object was to use the pretty lady callously for their own pleasure but that she was not to be allowed release. That would come later.
June watched the goings on with amusement. She even took the time to walk over to Eric, still fastened to the cell bars, avidly watching the display and the using of the restrained woman.
The sight of Cynthia splayed wide open, tightly restrained was having its effect on him. His cock was swelling around the cuff, causing him a lot of pain. The spikes were digging deep into the helpless cock. He was just beginning to moan when his wife approached.
“Poor Eric” she purred as she stroked his captive cock through the bars. It looks good enough to eat doesn’t it” Well of course it is – you’ve seen me eat it. But poor Eric, you don’t get any of that.
Robert and Steve get to sample that delicious cunt, but none of that for you – you just stand here and watch.” She enjoyed the obvious signs of his arousal and frustration as she walked away, to rejoin the others around Cynthia.
The others were enjoying tormenting the young woman. Sharon had moved around to Cynthia’s head and getting a thick cushion, had positioned herself so that her crotch was level with Cynthia’s gagged mouth.
Pulling her skirt up and sliding her panties to the side she looked at the restrained woman and simply said ”lick”. Cynthia wasted no time. Aside from the fact that Robert had replaced Sharon behind her and was driving her crazy by sliding the head of his cock up and down her steaming pussy, the very concept of being sexually used in this manner was making her crazy with lust.
She cried out around her gag when she felt Roberts cock slide into her. She was so incredibly wet that there was no resistance whatsoever.
She tilted her face a much as her severe bondage would allow and extending her tongue through the metal of the gag began to try as hard as she could to pleasure Sharon. She realized that with the gag in her mouth it was incredibly difficult.
With her lips held captive by the gag, she could not suck or nibble – all she could do was probe with her tongue. Sharon admonished her to do a better job of eating pussy, or perhaps she would like to revisit the whipping bench.
Cynthia renewed her efforts, flicking her tongue up and the Sharon’s slit – insinuating it between the lips and enjoying the moans of pleasure she was able to elicit.
In the meantime, Robert’s cock driving into her gaping pussy was sending her to new highs. As tightly fastened as she was, she tried to rock her hips with each stroke, hoping to get some more pressure on her clit. She needed to cum so badly. She was long past being embarrassed or humiliated. She had had it driven home to her that she was June’s slut. That she was being bred at June’s whim. She was here to be used – she just needed to cum!!
But once again, the cock slipped out and she cried out in frustration.
An impatient Sharon ordered her to get her tongue back to work and she quickly obeyed – licking frantically up and down the gaping pussy in front of her mouth, twirling her tongue over the tiny clit barely protruding from its hood, then moving back down, forming her tongue into a roll and trying ever so hard to penetrate Sharon with it.
Finally she felt Sharon begin to shudder and jerk her hips in front of her, moaning freely as her orgasm over took her.
Cynthia was left hanging in her restraints – pussy aroused and gaping, so frustrated she could cry. She saw Robert walk in front of her just as she felt another cock slide into her gaping pussy. She realized that Steve was availing himself of her offered charms. She was indeed a slut to be used. Again, she savored the fullness in her pussy, the growing intensity, the rising sexual rush, only once again to cry out in frustration when the wonderful cock left her. Left her empty and wanting.
Was she crazy. Here she was tightly restrained, every intimate part of her body on full display, drooling around a gag. She should be mortified – embarrassed and humiliated, but instead she realized she was rocking her hips back and forth as much as the straps would allow, trying to get something – anything - to touch her cunt and hopefully fill it. She truly had been turned into a slut.
June walked up next to her and removed the gag. Cynthia gasped and thanked her – working her cramped jaws and savoring the ability to close her own mouth. As she loved to do, June stroked her slave gently, providing a vivid contrast in what was happening to her.
“I know love it literally hurts doesn’t it? Your pussy is so swollen and engorged – I wish you could see it – that I’ll bet it actually aches. Tell me love how badly do you need to cum?” Cynthia almost cried out – “please Mistress I need to cum more badly that I ever have – and yes, my pussy does ache – I can’t stand it”.
June smiled and let her hands slip around her captive, lightly playing with the hanging breasts and their swollen nipples.
She let her other hand slide down Cynthia’s back, down over her ass until she found the engorged vulva that had been the topic of their conversation.
Lightly stroking and teasing it she continued… “This pretty pussy love? Is this the pussy that is aching?” Cynthia found herself trembling at the touch, not caring at all that others were watching her in a state of heat having her sex teased. “Yes Mistress, please don’t stop – I need to come so badly”. She could not believe that she was hearing her own words, in front of the others, begging to b fondled and teased and brought to orgasm.
“Here’s the deal love” June spoke. “I’m going to give you one hand free. The only way you get relief is if you do it. I’m not going to do it for you.
No one else will do anything except keep teasing you. If you want relief you have to show us what a slut you really are”. As she spoke she continued to stroke and tease the presented vulva, stopping every time she felt her captive’s sexual tension mount.
She opened the frame holding Cynthia’s head and hands just enough to allow her to withdraw her right hand, then refastened it and stepped back.
Cynthia was overwhelmed. She had never admitted to anyone that she masturbated – had never in her former life done it in front of a lover. It was supposed to be a private, personal intimate thing.
Yet she needed to come so badly. She felt the juices of her arousal seeping down the inside of her thigh. Her odor permeated the room.
There was no delicate way to put it she knew she was a slut in heat!
As these things were going through her mind a finger again began to stroke her. Her flesh was so aroused, so flush and swollen that she couldn’t tell if it belonged to a man or a woman, and the frame in which her neck was locked kept her from seeing who was behind her.
Maddeningly slow and gentle it teased and caressed her. First the outer lips, then lightly pinching her protruding inner labia, then lightly brushing her clit, then slipping back up to tease her asshole – God it never stopped.
Again she found herself involuntarily trying to rock her hips – to increase the pressure just enough to get over the top. It was not to be. Just as she felt herself getting close – so very close – the finger left her – alone and desperate.
She finally gave in. She couldn’t stand it any longer. She didn’t care if she was a slut. She didn’t care how or even if she could look any of these people in the face tomorrow. She didn’t care what they thought of her. She just had to cum!!!
Having made her decision, having shed the last of her dignity and inhibitions, she reached her freed hand back between her legs until she found her pussy. God it felt good!! She stroked and teased herself, moved to her clit – dancing around it just as she liked so much, feeling the sensations growing and growing. Finally when she knew there was no holding back, when she knew it would happen, she plunged two fingers deep inside herself, frantically rubbing that special spot.
Her orgasm when it came was something she had never experienced before. It came in waves of contractions deep inside her, waves of pleasure rolling over her. She found herself gasping and panting for air, straining in her restraints.
Finally it began to wind down – slowly ebbing from her body, replaced by an incredible sense of well being and an ebbing of all tension. Her breathing finally slowed and she found herself simply hanging there in her restraints.
In a hazy fog she realized that June and Robert were loosening the straps holding her there, while the Steve and Sharon crowded in close. “That was truly awesome and wonderful” Sharon whispered to her, then kissed her deeply. Steve joined in, telling her how sexy she looked. Robert had moved around to help her get up. Unable to stand on rubbery legs she was grateful for Robert’s arms around her, holding her. He looked her in the eyes, then kissed her deeply, telling her how incredibly sexy and erotic she had been.
June had gone into the other room and was waiting for her on the couch. Robert helped her sit back next to June. June held her close, wrapping the blanket around her, and they just relaxed a while as Cynthia rejoined the living.
Finally, returning from wherever she had been Cynthia regained herself and moved to get back on the floor at June’s feet. June smiled at her and said – “since I let you have such an incredible orgasm – I think some payback is in order.
What do you think of spending the rest of the night in the cell next to Eric?” June could not help but chuckle at the look of panic that overcame Cynthia.
Cynthia wanted to be held. She wanted to be loved. She wanted to tend to her Mistress in every way, but the last thing she wanted – she actually dreaded the thought of it –was to be locked away in a cell all night, away from June.
“Just teasing you love. I may be a sadistic bitch, but I’m not that cruel. But I do want you to get used to being my slut, because I definitely want us to do this again. Soooo”
Producing a pair of leather wrist cuffs and a short strap, she proceeded to put her lover in relaxed but effective restraint. The short strap was run through a ring at the back of Cynthia’s collar – the end came down to mid back. The leather cuffs were fastened on her wrists, then hands behind her back, the cuffs and strap end were joined with a padlock. Cynthia now was naked, hands cuffed behind her and pulled slightly, though not severely up into her back.
“Since I’m not making you spend the night in a cell, your slut mode continues the rest of the night”. You will remain naked. You will make sure that your legs are always open, giving access to your cunt, whether you’re sitting, kneeling or standing. You are available to anyone for any purpose tonight.
Expect them to continue to use you – your show on the breeding rack has left everyone kind of horny. If anyone summons you, you are to stand in front of them spread your legs and arch your hips forward and ask them whether they would like to use your mouth, your cunt or your ass. Now have fun!”
Not knowing exactly what was expected of her, Cynthia contented herself to remain kneeling at June’s feet. The others relaxed and chatted. Within a few minutes, Steve called her. The thought of spending the night in the cell, alone, restrained, away from June scared her more than the whip.
She quickly struggled to her feet and made her way over to where Steve relaxed on a couch. Remembering her instruction she spread her legs, then arched her hips forward – lewdly presenting her sex. “How may I serve you Sir?” she asked, “Would you prefer my mouth, my cunt or my ass?”
She felt the thrill go through her as she found herself debasing herself in front of these people. Never, in a million years before coming here would she ever have imagined that she would be standing naked in front of a casual acquaintance offering her body to be used.
Steve leaned back, freeing his cock from his pants and told her to start sucking. Cynthia got down on her knees, leaning over his crotch and managed to take his hardening cock into her mouth. She began sucking and licking it.
At first it felt strange to be giving head to a man as his wife sat and watched. But the submissive side of her trumped that.
Here she was naked with her hands cuffed behind her, servicing a man because failing to do so would surely result in punishment.
She again began to get hot. At the same time she was doing this for her Mistress and she wanted to do well. She tried to get as much of the hot, salty cock into her mouth and throat as she could, realizing all the while that people were enjoying how this sexy young woman looked with her mouth full of cock!
June had been right. She had gotten everyone hot. It wasn’t long before she felt the cock in her mouth start to twitch and jerk. She felt the gush of his semen hit the back of her throat. She tried to swallow, gagged and felt it running out the side of her mouth, onto her chin.
Without her hands she had no way to clean herself. She stood shakily, hoping that perhaps June or even Sharon would help her.
Then she realized that this was part of her humiliation – to remain naked and cuffed in front of everyone as the semen dried on her face. She should have been mortified – dying of shame and embarrassment. Instead she felt her pussy betraying her again, beginning to become engorged and aroused.
Not being summoned immediately she made her way back to June’s feet, kneeling patiently.
June suddenly announced that she was still in a sadistic mood so she was going to offer her confined husband a deal.
Everyone looked at her expectantly as she continued. “He’s locked away for the night no matter what” she began. “But there’s locked up and there’s locked up.
I think I’ll offer him the choice of being locked in the fiddle all night, or, taking a thorough cock whipping and being allowed to spend the night just locked in the cell with no restraints. Anyone care to wager which he’ll take? Ask June, smiling.
Sharon piped in. “I won’t bet, but for me, I hope he chooses the cock whipping. I am still so damned horny and one thing that always lights my fire is watching a man having his cock worked over. When Steve and I switch, I can spend hours and hours teasing and torturing his cock and balls. The more I do it the hotter I get, and the hotter I get, the more I want to keep doing it!”
June asked Robert to go and demand Eric make his choice – obviously feeling that it would be more humiliating for her husband to have to answer the question to another man.
She told Robert to take some restraints with him and if Eric opted for the cock whipping, to bring him back with him.
Cynthia was torn – she felt so submissive and so close to June, yet she really got hot thinking about June’s submissive husband being abused. It was as though June read her mind. “Yes pet – you can go with him to watch”
Cynthia struggled to her feet and followed Robert to the other room, walking behind him, still naked, over to where Eric was still fastened to the cell bars, his cock restrained and presented. Despite the fact that she herself was both naked and restrained, seeing Eric like that was just hot!!! She was obviously a hopeless mess!
For Eric it had to be embarrassing as Robert, fully clothed stood in front of him, freely staring at the other man’s restrained nakedness – fastened to the bars by his cock.
Robert conveyed to Eric June’s message – he was to decide on accepting a cock whipping or being confined for the rest of the night in the fiddle.
The indecision in Eric’s eyes was obvious. Both choices were awful. He knew from experience what a thorough cock whipping from June involved. At the same time he knew how terrible it would be to be locked in the fiddle with hands cuffed together and legs drawn up. The first hour was just uncomfortable. The second hour became painful as muscles cramped. After that it was sheer torture and all night was a lot of hours…
Waiting for an answer Robert reminded Eric that June had stated that if he did not decide, he would get both.