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Katie’s Pain LessonAB-110Katie’s Pain LessonBy UnknownChapter 1I live for my senses.Touch, sound, smell, taste and sight. I am a very sensitive person. Not one who is moody, but one who enjoys having my senses stimulated.Especially touch and sound.Harsh touches and cracking sounds.Nothing thrills me more than a harsh blow waking up my nerve endings or the magical sound of something hitting my flesh. To be restrained while it is happening is even better.As far back as I can remember, I have always been that way. I remember as a k** I’d dream that someone had me bound in some fashion while making me squirm with what they were doing to me.I was captured by Indians and tortured.A street gang would grab me off the street and it would be gang-bang time, complete with bonds and hours of sex.I’d be transported back in history and get a*****ed by a ship load of pirates that knew how to treat a captive.I’d dream of a future husband being a very demanding man who knew how to keep his wife in line with ropes, whips and cock.And what became of these dreams?They are being fulfilled daily. But that’s getting ahead of my story, isn’t it?I think I had a typical c***dhood, except for my unusual dreams. I was popular at school, with both girls and boys. I made good grades, joined all the usual high school clubs and such. Was in the band, chorus and so on. Teachers seemed to like me as I never gave them much grief.But there was always something missing that I could never quite reach.Until I met Jason my freshman year in college.Jason came breezing into my life exactly two months into my freshman year at State. When John, my date for the evening, introduced me to Jason I all but drooled. I was really quite pathetic.My mouth dropped open and I’m sure my tongue was hanging out during the introduction. Not quite an auspicious beginning. But if you saw Jason (and if you were female, too, or even a segment of the male population too) I’m sure you would understand.Jason stands six-five. Has light brown hair with golden streaks from the sun. Wide, and I mean, wide shoulders, rippled chest and stomach, narrow hips and legs that look like Gothic columns. Eyes a shade of blue that anyone would kill for. A firm, square face complete with a dented chin and dimples.God, what a hunk and a half.But there is much more to Jason than just mere looks. He has this aura that surrounds him, as if he is god, all powerful, all knowing, all everything. Just to look at him you know that he will be whatever he wants to be in life.At that moment all I knew was I wanted to be part of him. In any oh way he wanted me. Underfoot. Hanging aloft. Tied in knots. Or in any manner whatsoever.Without stretching the truth, I almost knelt at his feet during John’s introduction. And the knowing smile that he gave me let me know that he knew how I felt. I was his and he knew it.Reaching out his hand to me, I took it. All thoughts of John, of the others attending the party, of mom, of school and everything else, disappeared as his hand enveloped mine and led me to the dance floor.When his arm came around my back and pulled me to him, smashing my nose into his chest, I knew I was totally lost. At that moment he could have killed me, or striped me naked on the dance floor, or fucked me and I would have been in total agreement with his desire.But naturally nothing like that happened. All we did was dance. And dance and dance. I’m sure that some of those dances were fast ones, but we danced slow. My arms were around his neck and his around my body, occasionally a hand would slip down to grab my ass but I was far from protesting anything he did.”You are mine,” he said into my hair as he crushed me to his very solid frame.I felt his huge, massive, aroused cock pressed into my stomach and didn’t even pause to answer, “Yes.””Good. I like women who know their place.”I wasn’t quite sure what his words meant, but I sure wasn’t going to argue with him about them. If he liked my response, I was more than content.”Do you know your place, Kate?”Know my place? I could hardly remember my name, but he did deserve an answer, so I asked, “With you?””Yes. With me. Let’s go.”He took my hand and began to lead me out of the Delta House. I didn’t even glance to see if John was there to say good-by to, in fact I wasn’t even sure if I was aware of John at all.The early November air was cool but I assigned my jacket to the lost and found department as he lead me to his car. Naturally it was a Vet. Naturally it was red. And naturally it was parked directly in front of the front door of Delta House. Where else would it be parked?Jason didn’t bother to open my door, and somehow I knew not to expect him to, as he just pointed and I followed the order of his finger as he slid into the driver’s seat, started the engine, told me to fasten my seat belt, and we drove away into the night.I had no idea where we were going and didn’t give a damn either. All I cared about was I was with Jason and he was with me.”Unbutton your blouse and take it off.””I… I beg your pardon?””Take off your blouse now, or get out. Which is it to be?”What a dumb assed question.”The ahhh the blouse.””I thought as much. Take it off and hand it here.”I never recalled having problems with my fingers before, but I sure as hell did then. For some reason it felt like I was the possessor of ten thumbs, all working a cross-purposes of each other. The buttons seemed to be five times bigger than the buttonholes, but I did finally manage to get them all undone.Then it was a fight with the seat belt. I swear there were at least ten straps holding me in place as I tried to dodge them to get my arms out of the sleeves. But finally I did succeed in doing that simple chore, too, and handed it to Jason as he drove down the street.”Sweet,” he said when I handed him my blouse. A second later it was flying out his window to swirl around before landing on the blacktop as we sped away.What had I gotten myself into this time?I couldn’t believe it. Here I was. With a total stranger. My blouse was lying somewhere on the road behind us. All I knew about him was that he turned me on like no one else had ever done.But that did seem to be enough at the moment.”Now the bra.”Bra? What was that?”Take it off and give it to me.”Right.Sure.And you’ll throw it out the window too, I suppose.What could I do?I took off the bra and handed it to him just like he wanted.”Nice touch. I like silk.” He tossed it in the back seat.Maybe I could retrieve it later. But that was later. This was now. What would he do or say next?”Place the seat belt between your tits. Good. Now lace your fingers together and put them behind your neck. I want your tits pointing straight out and available for my hand.Fingers? Neck? Oh, yea, I can do that. Available for what?His hand.It was a very warm hand that touched my left tit. He slid his hand under my tit, as if weighing it. I recall wondering if it passed inspection or not.It must have, because he began to rearrange it. He squeezed my tit. Pinched the nipple, which just happen to be hard and very aroused. Then he bounced my boob up and down as if he were dribbling a small ball attached to my chest.Then his hand slid over to do the same with my right one as I struggled to hold still. Which wasn’t easy. I was getting hotter than hell with each passing second and each touch.But there was no way in hell that I’d do anything but what he said to do.I really can’t explain it. I knew that Jason and I were destined to be together. I knew he would fulfill all of my fantasies, and perhaps beyond.So what did it matter that I was sitting naked from the waist up, driving down city streets for all to see, as Jason’s hand took possession of my hot tits?It didn’t matter at all. I was precisely were I wanted to be. With the man I was destined to be with. And suddenly I was very glad that I came to him as a virgin. A very frustrated virgin, but a virgin nevertheless.A horny virgin to boot. And getting hornier by the second.Somehow it seemed appropriate that the passing street lights showed my bared tits to all who cared to look and see them. I had never really thought much about exhibitionism.My dreams had always centered around the reception of pain and bonds. But if Jason wanted to show the world my body, I was more than wiling for it to be shown.Then suddenly his hand was gone and he was down shifting the Vet and we were turning into a driveway.I quickly came to the conclusion that Jason had the bucks at his disposal. The Vet was the first clue. His house the second.Typically college students who lived off-campus did not live in the best of neighborhoods. That was not the case of Jason. As the garage door closed with a hum behind us, I almost classified his place as a mansion.The fucking place had twelve Gothic columns along the front protocol. A quick glance at the rest of the space of the garage proved that five more cars could be parked there with ease.I was pulled out of my revelry as Jason opened his door and stepped out, followed by his one word, “Come.”What could I do?I opened the door and stepped out.I must admit that I felt very conspicuous without any clothing on the upper half of my body, but I sure as hell didn’t let that fact stop me from doing exactly as he said, as I followed him into the house.Decadent splendor summed up the place.Chandeliers. Plush carpeting. Rich wood. Antiques nestled in highly polished display cases. I saw those and much more as I followed silently in his wake as we passed through room after room.Just as I was thinking about the obviously missing servants, one appeared. There was no doubt in my mind that she was a maid. But she was also much much more.I’m sure many of you have seen or dreamed about the “French Maid”, complete with skin tight mini skirt with white laced apron and cap atop a magnificent face. Well there she was, complete with blond hair most women would kill to have. And her body? Needless to say, I was envious.And her reaction to my partial nudity?She smiled and continued to polish a mirror as we passed.Jason pinched her ass on the way by and she gave a very delightful squeal that I could only assume was pleasurable.Jason obviously romped with his staff. And who could blame him, if she was an example. I wondered what the male staff was like, but quickly set aside that thought as we entered what could only be the master bedroom. Master?Yes, that was the correct word and I suddenly knew what Jason’s appeal was to me.He was to become my master.”Remove your clothes and stand by that chair. I’ll be with you in a moment.”Instantly I began to obey his words as I thought that he seemed very sure of himself. But then that was what had attracted me in the first place.I toed off my shoes, unzipped my skirt and pull it, half slit and panty hose to the floor and stepped out of them.As I walked to the appointed chair I took in my surroundings.The room was at least thirty by fifty. Massive, ornate furniture complemented the room beautifully. The bed, of course, was a four poster and I wasn’t surprised in the least to see rings embedded in all four posts.The entire wall to my left was a walk-in closet. To my right was the master bathroom, where Jason was. A balcony could be seen behind the sheer d****ries of midnight blue. There was even a fireplace.Yes, no doubt about it. Jason was fucking rich and wasn’t ashamed of flaunting it.As my cool fingers caressed the suede chair that I had been assigned to, Jason reentered the room.Gone were the pullover shirt and jeans and in there place was leather. Leather pants that hugged his muscular legs and a leather vest that showed his well built chest to advantage.His right hand held leather bands connected by short golden chains. His left a riding crop.I felt a shiver of… lust? trickle down my spine as I recognized what he held in his hands.I knew that shortly fantasy would become reality.Would it be as good? I wondered.Time would tell.Tucking the crop under his arm, he took the leather bands and held them out toward me.With only fantasy to work with, I knew what was expected of me as I lifted my hands, palms up, in front of me.Neither of us spoke as he fastened the first one to my left wrist. Then still without speaking, he turned me around and I had enough sense to place my hands behind me as the right wrist became encircled with the stiff, padded leather.The short, golden chain tickled my spine and goose bumps paraded up and down my entire body. The next instance his warm hand was pressing into my shoulder blades and I was being forced over the back of the suede chair.I had never thought much about leather before, but as my stomach, chest and face came into contact with the soft, subtle suede I knew that I was addicted to having leather in my life.”It’s your first time, isn’t it,” came Jason’s voice behind me as his hand reached out and touched my quivering ass, atop the back of the chair.I almost jumped at his touch as I managed to get out a shaky, “Yes,” as his hand explored my pleading flesh.Would he whip me? Or just spank my ass? Whip, spank, ahh, such dreams. Dreams that would soon become reality.How would I react to the pain?I had dreamed of it often, but had never participated in the actual administration thereof. Would I take it in stride? Or would I whimper and scream?I truly didn’t know.But I did know that I would never be the same when Jason was done with me.His warm hand traveled over each buttock. Fingers wedged themselves in the crack. They dug deeper.The tip of his finger gave a quick jab to my brownie, then slid down my lubricated track.I spread my legs way out to the sides of the chair and was rewarded with his finger tip touching my pleading clit.”It may be your first time, but you do know what you want, don’t you?””I… ahah yes.” I was almost past the stage of coherent speech, what with his magical hand and fingers.”And what is that you want, Kate?”What did I want? I thought amid my befuddled maundering.”I… I ahh want you.””Yes. I know that. But what do you want me to do to you?”Do? How in the hell was I suppose to think at a time like that?”I… ahhh I…””Come on. You can say it. What do you want me to do to you, Kate?””Hur… hurt me.” There, I said it. I actually said it out loud and felt a release of tensions.”Yes,” his voice was calm and soothing. “You want to be hurt. I knew that the instance I saw you at the dance. Your eyes told me. They almost pleaded with me to harm you. But you want more than pain don’t you?””More?””Yes. Much more. It is all new to you, isn’t it?””What?””Everything. I bet you’re a virgin, aren’t you?”How the hell did he know that? Well, however he knew it, there was no point in denying it, .after all he would learn shortly, wouldn’t he?”I… yesss I am. How did you know?””You told me.””No, I didn’t. I never said a word about it.””Oh, but you did. Not with your voice but with your eyes and your body. You told me that you were a virgin. You want pain and bondage. You want to be a slave to your hidden lusts. Right now you are wondering if the kiss of the whip to your ass will be as good as you’ve imagined it to be, aren’t you?”Was this guy psyche? No one else ever saw that in my eyes or body. Did he really “read” me that well?As I did him?Was that it? Were we so in tune that we knew what the other wanted? I knew the moment I saw him that he would treat me the way I wanted. Was it the same for him?”Answer my question, Kate.”Question? Oh, yea, about wondering if the pain will be as good as I dreamed it would be.”Yes.”I heard him chuckle as he slipped his finger up my wet track and I swear to God I could feel him touch my blasted cherry with his finger tip.”A frustrated virgin. A frustrated, pain loving, tie-her-up, virgin. I knew there was a God.”He pulled his finger out of me and I almost cried with its loss.”Tell me, where do you want to be hurt first? Does your pussy want to feel the kiss of the crop? Or is it your ass? Perhaps your tits? Or do you want to be hurt all over at the same time? Tell me,” his finger jabbed into me again pressing against my cherry, “where do you want it first?””I… ahh I…””Tell me, Kate. Where do you want to be hurt first? I want to make you happy, tell me. If you want to be hurt with twenty whips at the same time for your first, I’ll arrange it.”Twenty at once?How?What did I want?How the hell was I suppose to answer questions when he was driving me insane?I buried my face in the soft suede and almost cried with frustration. “I… I don’t know.””Ahhhh it must be hell. So frustrated. So excited to have dreams become reality. But not knowing what you want. Do you want me to choose? Is that it?””Yesss.” The perfect option.”Such a charmer. I’d be delighted to choose.”He paused for a moment.Again he withdrew his finger from my snatch, and I knew he stood up straight behind me.”Stand up and turn around.”I didn’t think I had enough strength to comply and it was awkward as hell. But digging my toes into the floor, my knees into the back of the chair, I did manage to stand and turn to face him.But I didn’t have the nerve to look into his eyes. He easily solved that problem by using the stiff crop under my chin to raise my head until I was forced to met his eyes. And his smile.”Care to hear my choice?”Speech was beyond my ability. I nodded my head.He smiled again.”I choose the first to be your pussy.”Visions of the crop slamming into my tender pussy made me gasp. But it was a gasp of longing. How did he know?Yes, I had dreamed of my ass and tits being whipped, but the most recurring dream was of my pussy being abused until I screamed with pain/pleasure.”And you are going to offer up your pussy for the crop, aren’t you?”Again I nodded my head. He did understand me. More than I did myself.”Come and sit on the end of the bed.” Stiff, quivering legs carried me forward as he placed his hand on my elbow and led me to the massive bed. As I sat on the cool satin spread I couldn’t help but look at the hooks embedded in the posts beside me.”The hooks fascinate you, don’t they? But we won’t use them now because you are going to offer your pussy to my whip. Lay back.”The satin sent chills all over me as I laid back, my ass perched on the edge, feet on the floor, and hands pressed into the small of my back.How was I going to offer him my pussy?Could I really do it?Or would I chicken out?”Now raise your legs and reach your feet to the posts.”That answered that question.If I did as told there would be no way he could miss whipping my opened pussy.I raised my legs and spread them as wide as I could as Jason stepped between them, crop in hand.”Such a pretty pussy. Will it like the pain?”I saw him raise the crop and bring it toward my opened pussy. And I couldn’t help it. I started to bring my legs together.He laid the flared end at the top of my pussy. “Ahh the doubt remains, doesn’t it? Spread your legs, Kate. Spread them for your pain. That’s it. Wider. Try to imagine how much this can hurt you.”He used the flared end gently. Sliding it up and down my quaking opening. Up and down. Dipping in and Out of my wet flesh as my legs opened and closed.I was afraid.I was curious.I was horny as hell.Back and forth it went. In and out went my legs. I couldn’t keep them opened.He wasn’t hurting me. Far from it. He was teasing the hell out of me. Just when I thought he would use the crop to inflict pain and I’d close my legs around it, he slid it back and forth driving me more insane with each passing second and touch.”I won’t hurt you until you want me to. When you are ready all you have to do is keep your legs open. The decision is yours. It will always be yours.”Back and forth the crop went, getting wetter and wetter with each passing as my legs continued to move in and out like a yo-yo on a string.Until I could stand it no longer.Taking a deep breath, I stretched my legs toward the posts, my toes curled around them and I closed my eyes.”Dooo it, for God’s sake do it,” I screamed out in total frustration. I knew, I knew that he would continue to run the crop in and out of me, up and down my pussy until I kept my legs out of the way. And I knew, just as he did, that eventually I would keep my legs out of the way, if for no other reason than curiosity.But curiosity was fast loosing its appeal as hominess took over. I just had to know how the crop would feel on my opened pussy.”Open your eyes, Kate. I want you to watch the crop come at your opened pussy. I want to see your reaction.”My eyes snapped open to see him.Slowly, as giving me time to change my mind, he brought the crop up between my legs. I had the sudden urge to close my legs but kept them firmly at my sides, toes curled around the bed posts as the crop started to descend.But it descended slowly. Slowly. Until it gave my pussy another gently tap.”Oh, yes. A true pain lover. Watch the crop, Kate, because it will give you the pain you want this time. Watch it.”Watch it I did.In a blur of speed Jason raised the crop and brought it crashing down to my opened pussy.Instantly my body registered massive pain. It felt like my pussy was on fire. Somehow he had managed to land the flared head directly on, not only my clit, but both blood filled lips at the same time.Roaring fire flooded my sopping pussy, instantly followed by a climax so intense my pussy leaped off the supporting bed and jerked in the air. My toes dug into the posts so deeply that they supported the entire lower half of my body as I quivered, shook and came until I crashed totally spent.I don’t know what Jason thought of my reactions but all I could think was, “Yes. Yes. Yes”With just one, granted it was a very firm one, I was climaxing. Fantasy and reality had become one. I knew that my life from there on would never be the same.I had tasted pain and could never deny it again.Gone were dreams. I knew what I wanted. What I needed in my life.Pain and Jason.Chapter 2At the peak of my climax I saw his arm become another blur of motion.I arched even higher off the bed, offering him my pussy. Offering him any damned thing he wanted from me. I felt my clit smash into the underlying bone and went into hyper climax. I could actually feel my cunt juices dribbling out of me as he took a backswing and hit my raised target again.I was beyond screaming.Beyond pain.I was in a total, all consuming lust as he hit my pussy again. But in my effort to raise my pussy even higher, my feet slipped off the posts and I crashed back to the bed and slowly came back to reality. And to Jason.”Oh, yes. You will do quite nicely, Kate. Now I want you to sit up and offer me your beautiful tits.”Fantasy be damned, it was hard to sit up with your hands behind your back. But I did manage it, ungracefully, but accomplish it I did.”No, no. Offer your tits to the crop. Make them reach out for it.”I had thought with my arms behind me that my chest was more than enough forward. Not so Jason. So I wiggled my ass on the satin, arched my back, pulled my shoulders way back and I stuck my tits out as far as I could.”Much better. I’m sure you will learn in time. Now, which one should be kissed by the crop first? Can you decide that on your own?”Decide? I was having a hard time remembering my damned name. Let alone what tits were. But I did manage an answer.”Left.””Left what?”Where had I gotten the idea that Jason was smart?Ahh, then I understood what he wanted.”Pleasse aahh whip my aah left titt aahh I mean aaah nipple.””Ah, an exact location. Whip your left nipple. How hard?”How hard?Did it make a difference?How hard was hard, anyway? I sure as hell didn’t have any experience to draw from. Except…”As aah hard as you aah whipped my aah pussy.””Oh, OK. I’ll do it easy, then.”He had whipped my pussy easy?All of that pain was from mild strokes?If that was easy, I was very glad I didn’t request hard on my nipple.With rapid movements of his wrist, he set the end of the crop into a flashing blur as he brought it closer and closer and closer to my pointed tit. I could feel the breeze it created. Again I turned chicken.My back lost its arch.”That’s ok, Kate. We have all night. When you are ready again just let me know and you’ll get to feel the crop hit your nipple. We both know you will, don’t we?”Of course he was right. We did both know it. But knowing and pointing your nipple out for a crop to hit were two very different things at that moment in time.He started rubbing the flared head of the crop back and forth, back and forth across my nipple. With each passing it grew harder. The skin pulled tighter and slowly I arched into it. I arched so damned much I thought my spine would crack at the strain.He brought his hand back, paused then whipped it forward into my nipple so fast I hardly saw it happen. But my nipple didn’t doubt its landing in the least.My whole tit shook back and forth on my arched chest. My nipple felt like a thousand bees had just stung it. Were still stinging it. The pain filled not only the nipple, but all of me. From head to toe. And it found a welcoming center in my clit. And I was off and running again.”YYyeesssss aaaaaaaaaaahh yeeesssss.”Another black blur was coming at me. This time to land on my right nipple.It didn’t matter. I just came harder with both tits filled with soaring pain. A streak of black stayed in front of my tits. Back and forth it went from one to the other. A high speed film couldn’t have recorded it slamming into me. But I didn’t care about filming. I was too consumed with coming.Again my body betrayed me as I flopped back on the bed and the black blur went away.”A nice beginning, Kate. Now slide up the bed and open your pussy for my cock.”That I could do.Well, I thought I could, but the slippery satin had other ideas until finally I did an ungraceful crab walk as he followed me up the mattress and knelt between my legs.”Open them wide for me, Kate. That’s it. Now raise up to me. Take me in you. Here I come. Aahh yesss.”I dug my heels into the slippery surface and as he held his cock in place I slid around it. Jason didn’t take my cherry. I gave it to him as I shoved my hips up and he sank in.With that barrier out of the we fucked each other.God, oh God, was it ever great. No doubt about it. Fucking is one of life’s greatest pleasures, pastimes and physical activities.I had a pain-warmed body that was not content to lay there passively. I mean I fucked him. He fucked me, too. And when his hands came to my recently whipped tits, I went ape shit. My legs wrapped around him and pulled him even closer and deeper. He couldn’t fill me enough. I had had an empty pussy for eighteen years.But no more. Having once tasted how it felt full, I knew I’d never be content with it empty again.And quite truthfully, I didn’t really care what it was filled with. Cock was great. So was anything else that could get inside it. And I had the rest of my life to experiment to see just what would fit in it.When our bodies finally shuttered to a stop, Jason reached behind me and unfastened the leather bands and we curled up together atop the satin spread and plain and simple cuddled. And that was great, too. I felt content, as least for the moment.But as I laid there I couldn’t help but think about the future. Running my hand over his well formed chest, I said, “You know what I always wanted to try?””No. What is that?””Don’t think I’m weird or anything, but…””How could I call you weird? It should be painfully obvious that we are very compatible. So?””Well, it’s this thing I have for leather. A leather skirt to be precise.””OK. A leather skirt. What’s so special about it?””Not the skirt, although it is important. It’s what happens when I wear it.””And what’s that?””I get my ass spanked. Well, actually the skirt gets spanked because I’m wearing it. A short, black mini skirt. It hugs every crease of my ass and hips. Just barely covers my hot pussy as I bend over for the paddling.””OK. That’s easy to do. What’s the problem?””Jason, you are the one who is rich. Not me. I can’t afford a good leather skirt. Hey, that’s it. How about collaboration? You provide the skirt and paddle and I provide the ass. Interested?”He laughed and wrapping his arms around me pulled me on top of him. “Very interested. And you are right. I can well afford to buy a leather skirt for you to get paddled in. How about Friday?””I have to wait two days? Well, if that’s the best you can do, I suppose.””Really want your ass paddled, huh?””Well, aah yea. Why not? I think I’d like it.”* * *Jason picked me up the next day in his Vet. And guess what?Right there, laying on the front seat was the leather skirt of my dreams.”You got it!””I did. Can’t have a gal waiting around to have her ass paddled, now can I?””Nope. That would be cruel and unusual punishment, for sure. And the paddle?””Right here,” he said as he pulled the most wicked looking, wooden paddle out from under his seat and held it up for me, and anyone else passing by, to see.It was perfect.Straight out of my dreams. I mean that sucker was long, at least twenty-four inches. And thick, a hefty three quarters of an inch. With a tapered handle. But as I was sitting there admiring it, he turned it over so I could see what was burned in the other side.I almost shit my damned pants, because on the other side was, in huge script letters was, “Kate’s Ass Warming Paddle.””Well aah it sure is aah personalized, isn’t it?””Yep, just for you and your ass. Come on, let’s get going.””Where to?””My place, naturally.” He started the car and began to pull away. “You can change right here.”Change?Here?In the car?While driving through campus?Why the hell not?I undid my jeans and wiggled out of them, and remembering last time, I tossed them in the back seat and got my panties down and off, too. They joined my jeans in the back, and that time I was sitting with the bottom half of me bare for the world to see.It was great.My ass, my soon to be paddle warmed ass, was making great contact with the leather seat of the Vet. God, what a feeling.But it didn’t compare with the feeling of my entire hips being wrapped in supple leather that clung to me like a second skin. In other words, it fit perfect. Especially for what I had in mind to do while wearing it.It seemed like it took forever to reach his place as I squirmed and twisted and dreamed. But we did finally arrive and he pulled into the garage.That was it. I could wait no longer.I jumped out of the car, closed the door behind me and walked to the roasting hot hood and leaned over. My ass up. My legs stretched as wide as the skirt would allow My pussy almost as hot as the hood my hands were on.”Do it now. Right now. Right here.”Jason smile at me through the windshield, reached under his seat, where he had again put the paddle, and slowly got out and walked around.”I like a gal who isn’t afraid to state her wishes. Hang on tight, because here it comes.”I wiggled my feet and tried to grip the highly polished hood, to no effect, as I heard the distinct sound of the paddle whistling through the air. And coming at my offered, leather covered ass.Crack! was heard all around the garage. AND felt in my leather covered ass. I couldn’t help my squeal of pain as the cracking pain dug in deeply. Not that I moved away or anything. But I did squeal and yell, “Yyyesss aahhh yeesssss dooo ittt.”And did he ever do it. He laid into my ass with a vengeance that set my tits to bobbing on my chest and waving over the red polished hood. I could actually see them in the polished reflection. And I sure as hell could feel the effects of the landing paddle as Jason hit me again and again as the sounds rolled around me in a never ending wave of pain and lust.It is a very special sound. The sound of wood striking a leather covered ass. And did I ever love it. The sound, and the pain that it generated in me. I didn’t really count the number of times he hit my bouncing ass, but whatever the number, it was enough.Because I was fucking coming.Right there. Leaning over the car. Getting m leather ass paddled, coming. Until finally my legs deserted me and I kind of slithered to the cement floor.”You had your fun, now it’s time for mine. Come on, let’s go inside.”Inside?Oh, yea. Inside his house.I got my legs under me and somehow they did function in the time honored way and carried me forward as we entered his house and began to make our way to his rooms.You want to know something? You can feel all of your ass muscles moving after getting a spanking. But don’t take that as a complaint. Because is sure isn’t one. Just a statement of fact.”Oh,” I said as we walked into his room and found a man standing on the other side. “Aah who is he?””Charles? He’s my valet. Why?”I had a sudden thought and decided what the hell, I’d act upon it to see just what kind of relationship Jason and I would have.”Well, I aah think he’s cute. Think he could be persuaded to do it too?””Do what?””Why paddle my ass, of course. What did you think I meant?””I wasn’t sure. Which of course is why I asked.” Turning to look at the other man, he added, “Cute?””Cute.” I wasn’t about to be talked out of it. He was cute. And I wanted him to paddle my ass. “Will he, do you think?””Aha Charles?””Yes, sir?””Would you do this lady a favor?””Of course, sir. What?””Take this,” he held out the paddle he was carrying, “and paddle her ass for her?””My pleasure, sir. Here?”They both looked at me. I had my answer ready. “No, over there,” I pointed to the suede chair I had been over before, “so I don’t have to worry about standing. OK?””That will be fine, miss. After you.”I like men with good manners.I preceded them to the other side of the room, where I promptly d****d myself over the back of the chair again. But this time I was going to get a hot, well hotter, ass complements of his damned valet.”Ready, miss?””Whenever you are. Paddle away.”I dug my nose into the chair and breathed in a lung full of leather scent as Charles the valet slammed the paddle into my already paddled ass. And I did the only thing I could.I came like a fucking bull turned loose with a herd of cows in season.Dear Charles hit my leather covered ass a good dozen times before I requested him to stop, which he did immediately.Then it was time for the final ingredient.”Aaah Cccchharles would aah you pleassse aaah raise my skkirrtt for meee?””Surely. My pleasure, miss.”That was a very snug fitting hunk of leather that took a bit of tugging to pull up, but it did pull and my hot ass was kissed with cool air, as I turned my head to Jason.”Ooonnnee aa reaal goooodd one, so mmyy asss has the worrrdds on ittt.”Jason raised his eyebrows at my request, then turned and took the paddle in his hand. Stepping to my side he got a good firm stance and SLAMMED it into my ass.I wasn’t real sure that the words would be legible, but I sure as hell felt the burned ridges they formed on the surface of the paddle as my pubic bone crashed into the back of the chair and I screamed my blood, damned head off and came yet again.”Oh, a very good one, that, sir.””Thank you. I believe that will be all for now””Yes, sir. Have a very pleasant evening.””I’m sure I will.””So am I, sir.”Chapter 3″Know what I’ve always wanted to do, Jason,” I asked him on our next date, as I had been thinking a whole lot about what I really wanted when it came to this pain stuff.In fact, I hardly thought of anything else. It took up a lot of my time. That, and of course, Jason.”No. What?”He pulled me to him and gave me a real good hug as his hand slid down to squeeze my tit as I leaned into him and let him have free access to whatever her wanted to play with at the moment.”I’ve read all of these crazy books and magazines, you know adult type junk, well, anyway, they all rave on and on about New York City being the mecca of painful porn. Is it true? Can you get anything there? Are they as free as everyone makes them out to be?””Well, ah sure. I’ve been there several times and I’d say that was a fact. Why? What’s cooking in that brain of yours now?””A shopping spree.””Huh?””A shopping spree, with your money of course.””Of course. Why can’t you shop here?””I’d be lucky find a dildo in this town and believe me, I have much more than that on my shopping list.””Oh, and just what is on this list of yours?””Well, that’s half the problem. I don’t really know what all is available. Which of course is why I want to go to New York. Here, let me show you.”I dug into my purse, where I had stored, a real sleazy adult magazine that was into the leather and pain scene. Granted, the quality wasn’t all that great, but it was good enough to make my twat hot and wet as I flipped through it.”See, this is what I mean. Do they have stuff like this paddle, leather clothing like that,” that was a picture of a gal covered in leather, except for tits, pussy and ass.”How about these? Do they have these leather bras? How about this, what would you call it, anyway?””I’d call it a restraining harness. The straps between her legs keeps her open for, well, whatever. The ones around her breasts make them stand out, while the rest holds her in various positions. Vertical, horizontal, twisted, stretched and so on depending on how you hook her up.””They really have this stuff in stores where you can see it? And try it on for size and all?””Sure, if you know where to go.””And do you? Know where to go, that is?””I’m sure I could manage it, why?””How’s your plastic holding up?””No complaints. Why, want to see how much you can charge on them?””Well, the thought had crossed my mind. You don’t really mind, do you? I mean… well we’ll both benefit from it.””I don’t mind at all Kate. You want to go on a shopping spree, we’ll go on a shopping spree. How’s this weekend sound?””Great! Know any places where we can ahh you know, try them on for size and all?””I know just the place.”And he did. God, did he ever.We left right after our last classes on Friday and flew into the big apple by late afternoon, to see all the business types flooding the subway, trains and streets as we leisurely made our way to the place Jason knew about.It was the pits.I mean this place actually had dust balls in the corners, cobwebs on the walls and customers who looked like the FBI’s most wanted. In other words, it was great!The merchandise? Well it was all there. And more. I actually had to duck under a leather harness hanging over the isle as my eyes took in every sight. My nose wasn’t neglected either. The strongest scent was leather. Closely followed by a strong hint of metallic. And then my fingers did do a bit of touching, too.As I said, I am a very sensual gal, and boy were my senses ever being stimulated as Jason placed his hand in the small of my back as we slowly made our way all around the five rooms that made up the establishment.It took us at least a good hour to make our first tour. Jason had told me ahead of time that we would see all that was available before making our first purchase and he was true to his word as I made notes of special placement of articles.”Okay, Kate, now it’s time to buy. Where do you want to start?”That I had decided the moment we had entered the room that contained harnesses and clothing. Grabbing his hand, I quickly pulled Jason into the room and raised my hand. Pointing my finger, I said, “That.””That” was a leather harness that encompassed a mannikin to show how it was to be installed. Over tits, forcing them way out and cutting into boobs and chest. A series of straps connected everything together—around neck, arms, waist and thighs. The lower section of leather straps was wedged into ass crack and pussy slit, making all intimate openings vastly available to whatever. There was also a strap hanging down the back that held two massive dildos that could or could not be used in conjunction with the remaining harness.Each connecting strap also had huge rings attached. Each strong enough to support the average person. There were rings at each upper arm band, each thigh band, at the neck and waist straps, too. Each ring was also large enough to allow a bar or rod to slip through, or to hook a chain or rope too.Jason smiled. He didn’t even wince at the accompanying price tag. But he did pick up the box beneath the display and tuck it under his arm.My entire body was literally covered with goose bumps.”Next,” was his only comment as he again turned and looked at me to make my next selection.I was determined to put a dent in his charge cards. Three hours later I succeeded. It took us three trips to carry it all out to the cab.You should have seen the cabbie’s eyes!We made the slowest trip in a New York cab in history. Of course part of that reason just might have been caused by the fact that Jason again ordered me to discard my top as he tried out several of our purchases right there in the cab.You know, the cabbie wasn’t even offended about not getting a tip at the airport.He even helped us load up the luggage cart. Then he got his tip.A tip in the form of using one damned stiff cane on my displayed ass as I leaned over the hood of the cab as others looked on with mixed reactions.No sir, that cabbie didn’t object at all in not getting any extra money. And he sure as hell laid into my ass. I mean, I could hardly even sit on my ass as we drove back to Jason’s.But I was far from complaining.There was also the fact that I didn’t sit on my ass all that much. No, most of the time my face was plastered against Jason’s cock and my ass was in the air after we reached his Vet. Totally bare I might add for those interested.It was quite late when we finally arrived at his house, but neither of us had any desire to go to bed. Well, at least not to sleep that is.After dropping the final bag on the floor in a corner, Jason was past the point of patience. He grabbed the bag he wanted, dumped it on the floor at my feet and told me in no uncertain terms to get into it.‘It’ being my first selection of the harness.With cool fingers I quickly removed the remainder of my clothing, discarding them in a heap, and stood very eagerly in front of him for him to harness me.To say that my pussy was wet would have been the understatement of the century, but when he fastened the first strap around my neck I was in total flood stage. I got wetter with each successive strap— around waist, arms and thighs.I was actually shaking when he began to entrap my bloated boobs between the leather straps. And God, when he began to tighten them, well, there is no way to deny it, I came.Right there standing in front of Jason as he adjusted them to me, I came.My legs almost gave up support of me. I know for a fact that they were literally quivering. Right along with my clit, cunt and asshole. Hell, why pull punches. I was a goner. In fact Jason actually held some of my weight as he pull the straps tighter as my legs resembled an up and down yo-yo.Jason wasn’t the least bit put out though.No, he just kept fastening strap after strap, sometimes holding me, sometimes not, depending on the strength of my legs until I was securely encased in every blessed strap.Talk about a rippled body. Mine was. Each strap halkalı escort was digging in as deep as it could. Boobs oozed over straps, as did arms, waist, ass, cunt and tights. Fingers and toes were turning numb. But the rest of me was firecracker hot and ready to explode some more as he walked around me. Believe me, he gave me a very thorough look-see.I also know for a fact that he liked what he saw.His solid cock was proof enough to verify that statement as it pressed against his zipper. And of course there was the smile that just wouldn’t go away from his face, too.Oh yes, we were both very pleased with the harness and raring to experiment with it. And with me of course, too.I got an inkling of Jason’s idea when he pulled out a very long rod and slipped it through the ring at the back of my waist. His words of, “Stand up on the bed,” told me the rest. And sure enough, a few minutes later I was swinging back and forth at the end of his bed by my waist as the harness really dug into my gut. I mean really dug in as he cuffed my wrists to the rod and began to lengthen a spreader bar between my feet.No doubt about it, I sure as hell wasn’t going to be going anywhere for quite some time. I also picked up on the fact that I could be rotated into any position with a flick of his hand on the spreader bar attached to my ankles. No sir, no doubt about it at all.I had come to that conclusion before he picked up my specialized paddle.A scant few seconds later I was hanging upside down. I had an excellent view of his pillows on the bed, which just naturally made my harnessed ass face Jason and my paddle as my feet were clipped to one of the numerous rings on the bed posts.I don’t know which of my senses was flooded first. My sense of touch or of sound as he laid one damned hefty swat into my upside down ass. Both were definitely registered, let me tell you, right along with the added sound of me screaming my damned head off as I hung upside down.If you have never been into the submissive scene, let me tell you that a paddle landed on a leather spread ass crack is quite a sensation. A damned painful one. But then there were compensations.I came like a banshee with the first landing.And with each successive one thereafter, too.I mean, let’s face it. My body had absolutely no where to go. I was trapped, strung out, pulled, and squeezed. All I could do was sway a bit with each one landed. Sway and come that is, which is what I did until he finally unhooked my ankles and I again rotated to a somewhat horizontal position hanging from my waist again as I struggled just to breath.When Jason stood up on the bed behind me and jammed his cock up my spread pussy I even forgot to breath. But I sure as hell didn’t forget how to come as his cock was a very firm wedge up my sucking pussy as I rocked back on forth on the rod holding me in place.His hands dug into her harnessed tits, pinching my rock hard nipples as my pussy pulled him even deeper in me.God! what a fuck. It was out of this world. The combination of pain, bondage and fucking was devastating on all of my senses. Each sense was totally alive: touch had shattered nerve endings to register, sound was our combined grunts and groans, sight was viewing my bound body, smell encompassed our sweating bodies and sex juices, I even tasted the salt of sweat on my lips. All were registering erotic messages that turned my climax into a multi one that I reveled in with each thrust of his swollen cock into my willing body.I screamed my damned head off in passion and mixed pain as I hung there. His hands dug into me. His cock pounded. Sweat stung my paddle heated ass. Then he was coming. Filling me to overflowing. Triggering even harder spasms of lust and passion.With his last spurt of man juice up my very receptive body, Jason pulled away from my hanging body and stepped off the bed.”Don’t go away, I’ll be right back.”Right. As if I could go anywhere bound as I was.Tearing eyes watched his form walk out of the room and on their return trip across the room caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. Jesus Fucking Christ was I ever something to see!Black leather straps all over me. My hanging hair did little to hide the straps cutting into and separating my bloated boobies. The supporting waist strap looked like it was severing me. The thinner straps going between my legs held my puffy pussy lips wide apart as they did my ass cheeks.I mean I was totally open in that area that just happened to show ample evidence of recent activity. Then of course there were the straps on my legs and the bands to my ankles holding me to the spreader bar. And a bright red ass trimmed by the straps showed vividly against the whiteness of the rest of my bound form.Yep, I was quite a sight all right. And raring to go for round two. Or three or twenty.I wondered where Jason had gone off to, hoping he wouldn’t be gone for long as I slowly swayed to my attached rod.Blowing a strand of hair out of my mouth I heard voices approaching. Recognizing that fact, I gave them my full attention.”Yes, sir,” came a female voice.”I want to give her a good demonstration of the things we got, for future reference.””Perfectly understandable, sir.”That voice I recognized as good old Charles, his valet who had paddled my ass on a previous occasion. As the three of them entered the room I recognized Betsy, the maid whose ass Jason had pinched my first night there. Obviously it was going to be a very special night for me.I smiled at them as they entered. I really couldn’t help it. I was too damned excited not to. Maybe I’d get my first, hopefully the first of many, tastes of female loving, along with being double teamed by good old Charles and Jason to boot.Oh, yea, the possibilities were endless as I swayed before them at the end of Jason’s bed locked in my harness.”Oh my, oh my,” came from Betsy as her eyes opened to their widest upon seeing me decked out in my new toy. Her eyes make a quick rotation around my body, stopping for a telling pause at my blistered, strap opened ass. No doubt what captured her attention.Charles just smiled his enduring smile and let his eyes take of full perusal of all I had to offer. He was well acquainted with my ass from my previous paddling and he nodded his head when he saw it was again well warmed. But he seemed to pay particular attention to my bluish titties as they hung down between the straps.Oh, yea, the possibilities were endless indeed.”Hi,” I greeted them with a smile. “Come to join the fun?””Yes, miss,” came from both Betsy and Charles at the same time. Betsy gave me a bobbing curtsy as Charles gave a slight bow in my direction. How about that, I thought, very polite servants.”Betsy, unpack the rest of the bags and set out our purchases for selection and use,” Jason instructed her as he pointed to the bags carried to the room upon arrival earlier.”Yes, sir. In any particular order, sir?””No, random will do for now. When you are finished, please remove your clothing.””Yes, sir, as you wish.”Those words, spoken by both Jason and Betsy, spoke volumes. What few doubts I had had concerning Jason and Betsy getting it on together were vanished forever.I couldn’t help but smile at that conclusion and the others I was making as Charles began removing his jacket and rolling up his sleeves. Of course he kept his black vest on, which for some reason, excited me like hell.”I think we should start with an experiment in expansion, don’t you Charles,” Jason asked as the two of them approached my bound body.”Of course, sir. The possibilities must be examined. To the fullest, sir?””I believe so. After all, we will need the knowledge for future use, won’t we.””Correct, sir. The spreader bar attached to the ceiling for easy accessibility, sir?””Sounds reasonable to me. Take care of it, will you?””My pleasure, sir.”I was fairly sure what their words entailed but when Charles took a length of rope from a nearby dresser and slid it over a hook in the ceiling about four feet in front of me, I was sure of what was to happen.A quick loop of the end of the rope slid around the hook and he pulled it snugly. The other end he brought to the spreader bar holding my ankles apart. He looped it over the bar and began to pull. Naturally my feet and body followed as my feet went up and my head went back. The rod behind my back attached to the strap around my waist made me arch as my feet rose higher and higher.Charles was no slouch. He pulled that damned rope as tight as he could. My feet reached for the ceiling as the rest of my bound body laid over the rod at my back. My head hung down, elbows flopped in the air but my bound wrists to the rod keep them from going far. My strap opened pussy and ass was facing the center of the room as I began to contemplate their words about the experiment in expansion.My guess?Soon both pussy and asshole would be introduced to the variety of dildos we had charged to Jason’s plastic. Turning my head in Betsy’s direction I looked at them lined up across the top of one of the dressers.Quite a sight, they were.I had gone a bit overboard in grabbing dildos at the sex shop, selecting a good dozen of them in assorted colors, styles and sizes, with and without simulated balls. Each and every one of them paraded across the dresser. Each looked eager to work as designed.In me!What a thought!Betsy must have thought so too, as I noticed her hands caressing several of them as she went about her assigned chore of emptying the shopping bags. The crinkle of paper, the clink of items being placed on available surfaces, and her handling of them informed me that Betsy was eagerly looking forward to upcoming events.So was I.Placing the last article on a table, Betsy began to disrobe. I noted that it didn’t take her long to accomplish that task, showing years of practice as the flimsy maid uniform was quickly removed, followed by hoses, garter belt and shoes.What a body!A very colorful body at that.Betsy was a short gal, but what she had was dynamite. Big titted. Huge nipples, I mean it was a good three inches from the end of her nipples to the cream colored tit flesh. I had never heard of such big nipples, let alone seen any that big. They really drew the eyes to them, that and the marks, too.Narrow waisted. Slender legs. A tight but flared ass, just a colorful as her tits.Her creamy skin really showed the marks she possessed. And she had an abundance of them. Marks that is. My red ass was nothing compared to her body. So caught up in looking at her marks, I took me a few seconds to notice a sight that really excited me.Betsy’s pussy was bare. Not a hair was in evidence, and as I strained to see it better, I couldn’t even detect a telltale sign of stubble. She had no hair. None.But she did have a ring through her clit!”Damn!” I blurted out upon that discovery. I was too shocked not to. A ring through her clit! How had I missed that for so long?It was no dainty little thing either. That sucker was a good two inches across, forcing her pussy lips to remain constantly opened and flared and accessible. She also had a damned large cit.Huge nipples. Huge ring-pierced clit. Damn, what a lucky bitch Betsy was, I thought as I gave very serious consideration of having my clit ringed too. Unfortunately I hadn’t bought any on my shopping spree with Jason.But I sure as hell tucked the idea away in my mind for the future as my attention was jerked away from Betsy by the actions of Jason and Charles.Each was using his fingers at my cum filled slot and I gave them my full attention.”Looks like you enjoyed yourself, sir. Quite a discharge.””Yes, it was a good one. It is also a bit of a mess. Betsy, come here and clean this up, will you?””Yes, sir. My pleasure.” She instantly walked toward us, big nipples bobbing and clit ring gleaming with each step. Her face was framed by my spread legs as she licked her lips in anticipation. “Speaking of my pleasures, sir, is it possible?””No problem. Charles would you like the honors?””Thank you, sir,” then turning to Betsy, he added, “Why don’t you make your selections then get to your cleanup job?””Yes, Mr. Charles.”I was a bit baffled at that exchange but it soon was clarified as Betsy turned back to the dresser, picked up a flared crop, came back, handed it to Charles, bent forward and took my leaking pussy in her mouth.I jumped, well arched is more correct, at her first contact. A second later the unmistakable sound of leather cracking into flesh filled the room, followed by a moan that could only be interpreted as passion and that moan vibrated all the way up inside of me.A quick rearrangement of my head to the side and I saw what the hell was going on.Charles was whipping Betsy’s pushed back ass as she drove her mouth into my cunt. So much for the pervious baffling exchange. Obviously Betsy’s pleasure was to get her ass whipped as she licked me out, and Charles was doing a damned fine job of it too.I wasn’t lacking attention either.My crotch was at her mouth level and she took advantage of all I had to offer as she offered up her ass for the whip while doing it. Each of her moans was like a shaft of electricity as it vibrated its way up my quivering quam.Trying to see, feel and know everything that was happening around and to me, I saw Jason’s hands at Betsy’s hanging tits. His hands were full of dark nipple flesh, pulling them, twisting them, stretching them. It was obvious that Betsy like each and every thing he did to them as her moans increased with each action.To be truthful, I couldn’t give Jason’s attention to Betsy my full concentration for the simple fact that I was coming like a steam driven locomotive. My senses were again being flooded with stimuli. The sound of the whip snapping into Betsy’s offered ass, of Charles’ grunts with each one, with Jason’s murmured words as he attended her fat nipples. The smell of sex filled my nostrils. My eyes tried to see all that was happening.But the sense of touch was dominate. The touch of Betsy’s very, very talented mouth, hands, lips, tongue and teeth at my sucking opening. She sucked my clit into her mouth. Teeth nibbled at it, keeping my climax at an extreme level of intensity. Fingers wiggled, jammed and twirled in my track. Her tongue swabbed away all traces of Jason’s passion from me until just mine remained. And remained and remained as I just kept flooding more and more into her sucking orifice of extreme delight.I was jealous of the things being done to her body instead of to mine but I really had no reason to complain. But I am a greedy bitch even when being so well attended to. I wanted the whip to strike me. I wanted Jason’s hands on my tits. But in truth I could begrudge her none of her attention, she was taking such excellent care of me.”Make sure you lube her asshole too, Betsy. We have plans for it and it is virginal and in need of attention.”I heard Jason’s words but really couldn’t give them my full attention at the moment. But Betsy instantly complied with his instructions as I felt for the first time in my life a tongue at my asshole.It was fantastic!I just continued to come with each thrust, wiggle, lick as she forced her way inside my wrinkled orifice. The sound of leather striking flesh continued. Her moans of lust filled passion spiraled up my back tunnel instead of my cunt and I just kept going and going and going.I must have slipped into a gray haze of passion for when next I was cognizant of my surroundings Betsy was no longer between my legs. Not that that area was unattended.Even before my head could turn to confirm what my nerves were telling me, I knew that there were at least two dildos up my recently fucked and sucked cunt. And a smaller one was wedged up my virgin asshole and it was buzzing away.When finally getting my eyes to focus, I learned that Charles was controlling the two in my cunt, driving them in and out of my snatch with abundant skill and Jason was working away at the smaller one in my ass that buzzed each newly touched nerve ending in that cavity.”Yyyyesssss…” came out of my throat in appreciation to their combined actions.Suddenly, thinking of Betsy, I forced my head to turn and look for her. I found her easily. She was kneeling at Charles’ feet sucking his cock. It took only minimal time to realize that his pumping of the dildos up my cunt matched hers of swallowing his cock down her throat.Both were moving fast and deep in sinc. On her down strokes her throat literally bulged as her lips pressed into his hair covered groin. Charles pressed the two dildos just as deep inside of me as Jason worked on the one in my ass.With all that was transpiring it shouldn’t take a genius to understand why I was coming yet again as I struggled to remain fully conscious to record all that was happening to all concerned.Even as I came, I tried to study Betsy’s technique at Charles cock, never having mastered the deep throat skills necessary to take a cock all the way down my throat.I tried to give both Charles and Jason’s actions full appreciation, too. Then a change occurred.The smaller vibrating dildo was no longer up my ass. It was pressed against my inflamed clit and I was seeing stars. A second later I was seeing stars for a different reason.One of the larger dildos was taken from my cunt and pressed into my ass. It stretched and stretched and stretched. Even covered by my goo the dildo had to fight for entry up my untried opening. Then suddenly the ribbed head made it past my no longer virginal wrinkled opening and popped inside.I couldn’t help it. I screamed.A scream of combined pain and pleasure as it went deeper and deeper with each passing second. I continued to come, the vibrator at my clit insured that, as did the remaining dildo up my cunt. But my ass felt like it was on fire. A spreading, stretching aching fire that went deeper and deeper as Jason twisted, turned, shoved, pulled and manipulated that huge dildo up my twitching asshole.Then, as if the scream had released some unrecognized barrier in me, the pain vanished. For several seconds my asshole was numb, then I felt the first tremors of pleasure being registered by my nerve endings and I was off and running again.”Yyyyesssss…” again came out of my throat in appreciation to their combined actions.I heard Betsy’s sucking noises at Charles’ cock and again my world was one of massive exploding pleasures that continued to roll and roll through me.I felt something cool touch my sucking cunt. It pressed in and was sucked deep. Another dildo was added to the one in my cunty.Three! Three dildos were inside me as the fourth buzzed away atop my sizzling clit. I was going bonkers. I flipped, flopped, twisted and squirmed in my harness and bondage as my body eagerly accepted all that was offered to it. Both cunt and asshole sucked their offerings. My clit stood up and wrapped around the vibrator like a clinging vine and Betsy’s slurps filled my ears.Betsy’s slurps were soon joined by Charles’ groans and moans of ecstasy. Turning my head as much as I could, I watched the magic of Betsy’s throat take all he had to give her. She was a wizard.Her throat puffed, swallowed and devoured every last wiggly sperm he had to offer as her hands pinched and pulled her huge nippled tits as she wiggled back and forth on her knees before him. Somehow I knew she was coming too.Chapter 4The vibrator left my clit. I felt it travel over my stuffed cunt, brush against my wedged apart ass cheeks and press into the side of the dildo working away up my asshole.It journeyed up the dildo and pressed into the stretched opening of my ass. I knew what was to happen. I knew that soon my ass would be stuffed with both the dildo and the smaller vibrator. And I wanted that to happen.Tightening my muscles, and pushing as if to take a big shit, I opened my asshole as much as possible and the vibrator popped in to join the dildo in its travels into my dark recesses.My asshole stretched… and stretched and stretched some more until both were firmly embedded, and again Jason started his fucking motions as they entered and retreated. In and out. In and out. I had no more complaints to offer, it felt just grand.Then again something cool approached my overheated cunt. “Nooooo,” I silently cried as yet another one entered in me to press beside the other two already up my stretched cunt.Full?I had never appreciated the true meaning of that word before. Three fucking, pumping dildos up my pussy, a fat one up my ass along with the smaller vibrating one. Five fucking, pumping dildos in my body. As I contemplated that thought, my body had the audacity to come yet again and I gave up all pretense at thinking. I just accepted and came even harder.I’m sure I was screaming, but I have no idea what came out of my throat. But whatever it was it sure as hell didn’t stop anyone from doing what they were doing to me. Bless them. Bless them all.I tried to catalog all that was happening, and it was quite a bit of action, even if I was not active in doing any of the administrating.Three people were arranged between and below my bound opened legs. Betsy was cleaning up the last of Charles’ discharge as her fingers worked away on her fat nippled tits. Charles was driving all three dildos up my cunt. Jason was driving the dildo and vibrating dildo up my ass.There were five damned things driving into my pulsating body. On top of that, I was still in harness. The rod pressed into my arched back back. My legs, held open by the spreader bar, were attached to a hook in the ceiling. My ass was still quite toasty warm from the previous paddling. My tits were swelling, making the straps dig in deeply as it looked like my own nipples, not as large as Betsy’s but full and extended anyway, throbbed upon the ends.Yes, no doubt about it. I was well and effectively being handled as I twisted, jerked, flopped, moaned and came in midair.A thought flashed through my mind: could they stuff even more dildos in my cavities and I still enjoy it?That question was soon answered.The vibrating dildo was pulled from my sucking asshole and again placed at my jumping clit as Charles took one out of my cunt. I felt it slide between my ass cheeks and for a moment I felt both of their hands exchange it. I knew, just knew, its new destination.Jason pulled the dildo out of my ass and before it had a chance to close both flared cock-like ends pressed into my stretched orifice. And pressed. And pressed. I felt my self yielding much easier than I ever imagined I could and both heads entered me.I froze. Trying to remain perfectly still as inch followed inch. My ass stretched and somehow accepted both dildos up, up and up inside me. I was amazed by the lack of pain and relaxed my body.. Doing so, I was more aware of what else was being done to it.Betsy was now pressing and working the vibrator against my clit as Charles again worked a third one up my sucking pussy. That was it. I had five full pumping dildos in me and a sixth working away at my clit and I was in heaven.Then again they changed tactics.Charles, in one move, jerked all three dildos out of my cunt. But it wasn’t vacant for long. Soon warm, wiggly, oiled fingers took their place.Twisting to see as best as I could I saw something that made my heart stop beating.Charles was standing back as Betsy stood firmly between my legs and worked her hand up my recently stretched snatch. I felt each finger, each knuckle sc**** across my cunt opening. Then the flared end of her hand pressed and pressed. Suddenly her hand popped in, wrist deep.I froze. Just the thought of a hand inside me was shattering. But her next actions captured my full attention. Finger by finger Betsy made a fist inside my pussy. I expanded and accepted it. She pressed deeper and deeper. I felt her knuckles touch my cervix. Her wrist wedged my cunt wider and wider apart.That was it. I was coming like never before as Betsy slammed in and out of me. It felt like she was in me up to her elbow and still I. came. In and out. In and out she move. Then on one of her withdrawing strokes she pulled all the way out of me.To slam right back in. I was being truly fist fucked and loving each and every driving punch.In and out her fist and arm moved as I climbed even higher. My body didn’t resist anything as it continued to come.I was coming close to fainting by their combined actions. Then something happened to pull me fully back.Jason pulled both dildos out of my ass and the next second Betsy pulled her hand out me, too. God, did I ever feel empty. But not for long.Betsy was working her slime covered hand into my asshole. Fingers extended, they entered and again I froze as if in a trance. Knuckles entered, followed by her palm and tucked in thumb. The base pressed into me and made sudden entry as my asshole swallowed her wrist and she was firmly encased.Then again it was one finger at a time as she made yet another fist, this time in my ass and pushed even deeper. There is no cervix in the colon, nothing to stop her penetration. My gut contracted in pain as she pushed deeper as her arm made entry. Then slowly, as before, it made its retreat only to penetrate me again.I was being ass fucked with a fist!The thought of that was mind boggling.The fact of that was stimulating as hell as it hit me—I was coming. Coming as a fist, of all damned things, flicked my ass.I’m sure that it took me several seconds to recognize her next move. But when it did, I gave her my full and undivided attention.Her other hand was making its way up my pussy. In less time than I thought possible there were two fists in me fucking away. If someone had asked earlier if two fists could fit in a female body, I would have said no, no way. But I would have been wrong because it was happening to me! And I was loving every second of its happening.I thought I’d go out of my mind when Betsy turned her knuckles toward each other inside me, only a thin wall of internal tissues separating them as she rubbed them back and forth together. Finger knuckles pressed against finger knuckles inside me and I was off and running again with each internal vibration she made as her arms continued an in and out motion that sent me skyward to the stars and beyond.Again I was on the verge of passing out when she again changed motions. Alternating her fists and arms she came at me like opposing sides of a locomotive. In my ass, out of my pussy. In my pussy and out of my ass. Chuga, chuga, chuga, chuga. My crotch felt like the punching bag that boxer use as right, left, right, left entered and left me. My body jerked with each invasion and continued to come until it finally happened.I faded into a world of gray, then black.* * *Reality returned as it always does and I slowly became aware of my surroundings and the changes that had taken place.I was no longer hanging semi-upside down in my harness. I was lying on the floor, harness still encasing me. My arms were still attached to the rod slid through the ring at my waist and the spreader bar was still at my ankles. I was no longer in midair and my body cavities were shamefully empty. I had been taken down and placed on the floor.Another was now hanging in the air.Of course it was Betsy. Betsy who had fist fucked both my pussy and ass just a short while ago.Even having fainted by her actions, and Charles and Jason’s too, I begrudged her the attention she was getting instead of me as I focused my eyes on her hanging form.Her arms were bound with leather cuffs attached to hooks in the ceiling, from which she was hanging. Otherwise she was unencumbered. If one ignored the two men fucking away at her responsive body. Charles in her pussy, Jason up her ass as she swayed between them.I knew, even if I was jealous, that they were flicking her instead of me for the simple reason that she was conscious and I hadn’t been. Of all the damned luck, I thought.But I really couldn’t fault her in retrospect. She had been whipped while sucking my pussy and ass. She had sucked Charles’ cock as he drove dildos in and out of me. Then, of course, she had fist flicked me into a faint.I suppose it was only fair that she get her share of cock. I wasn’t overjoyed at that prospect, but could thoroughly understand it. Jason had come earlier, so had Charles, and God knows how many times I had. It was her turn. So I turned voyeur instead of participator.It really was interesting to watch, after all.It isn’t everyday that one can watch a gal getting it fore and aft as she’s suspended from a ceiling while it is happening. Charles was sucking one fat nipple as Jason played with the other as she drove back and forth between them. It was obvious to note that she was by no means a virginal ass fucker as she easily took in Jason’s boner every time she pressed back.Had she ever had a fist up her ass? Or pussy? I wondered, as all three picked up the pace. Somehow I knew she had. Probably Jason’s or Charles’. Had she had both filled at the same time? If so, did she enjoy it as much as I had? Most like, I had to admit, if for no other reason that she knew precisely how to do it to me.I knew, of course, that Jason and his staff got it on together, but just how much I didn’t know. A definite question for the future. Were there more than Charles and Betsy? Was it his entire staff? Some ten in all? Did they have a mass orgy on occasion? Or break up in select groups? What would it be like to be involved with a dozen others? To have each and every one of them do something to me? Did all the female staff submit? Was it entirely male dominance? Or were there male submissives? Female denominates?Nice things to think about, and participate in in the future, but I was horny now as I watched the three of them in the center of the room move even faster and faster. It was obvious that soon all would be crashing over the brink of climax.I smiled at that thought. Surely when they were finished it would time for me again. Right? I hoped so as two cock exploded in Betsy’s receptive body and their moans and groans filled the air as I wiggled in my harness in anticipation of coming attractions.There were the other things we bought to be tried out, now weren’t there.Thankfully such was the case.After Jason and Charles had relieved their built up pressures it was on for the night’s entertainment.With unspoken words they came to me. Each grabbed an end of the rod that was in the ring of my waist band and picked me up, after all I couldn’t walk with a spreader bar still attached to my ankles, and carried me across the room to where Betsy was still hanging.”Which way, sir,” Charles asked at they balanced me on my feet between them.”Fronts, I think. Let’s place them back to back. Betsy loves tit attention and Kate’s have been sorely neglected so far, except for the restriction of the harness.”Obviously Jason’s words made perfect sense to Charles as he asked for no further comment but set to work. Each man unhooked one of my wrists from the rod and in concert lifted them up at the same time. I gave a quick glance up and saw two hanging chains from ceiling hooks, and that is where they aimed my wrists.Each grabbed the rod still behind my back for leverage and up I went. Two seconds later both of my wrists were clipped to the hanging chains and they were pulling the rod out the ring.I hung behind Betsy. Our asses pounced together a few times before I stopped swaying.Jason’s comments made perfect sense then. Placed back to back, our fronts, or more specifically our breasts, were easily accessible. When I felt warm hands at my ankles, I looked down. Betsy’s ankles were being attached to my spreader bar.There we were. Two females hanging from the ceiling by chains. Our legs spread wide by the spreader bar. Our fronts facing out. The only difference being that I was still in harness and she was basically nude.I just knew her fat nipples were just has hard as mine between the straps that contained and dug into them.Was there any way to enlarge nipples, I wondered, to come closer to the size of hers? I was still amazed by the area of darker skin on her tits. They were quite an eye-catcher. I wondered if they were more or less sensitive than my smaller dark area ones.But that thought was put aside as I noticed Charles and Jason rummaging around the articles that we had just purchased awaiting across the room. What would they select, I wondered, as I felt Betsy wiggle her ass against mine.”Get ready for a tit whipping, miss,” Betsy whispered as she ground her ass against mine again.”Do you like your tits whipped,” I couldn’t help but ask as we both saw them select a thin, flexible cane and turn back toward us.”Like? Heavens, miss, I love my tits beaten. My ass and pussy too, as far as that goes. And you?”Pussy? Oh, yes, I had very fond memories about my first night with Jason. He had whipped both my pussy and my tits, and later paddled my ass.”Me too, although I haven’t had as much as I’m sure you have. How long have you been into pain, anyway?””Oh years, miss. For years. That’s one reason I took a position here when Mr. Jason’s father offered it to me.””His father?””Yes, miss. His father trained me and offered me to Mr. Jason when he went away to school.””Trained you? You mean his father is the same?””Oh, yes, miss. I thought you knew. It is a family trait. All the males are dominate and the females submissive. They are trained that way from birth, miss.””Is his father’s staff involved, too?””Oh, yes. Both potential males and females must meet the family standards or they are not hired. It is a prerequisite for employment, miss, and all the staff it totally dedicated to it remaining so.”Well! That sure as hell answered some of my questions. A family trait, was it. And all the staff was involved. Damn, what a damned pleasant thought! If I remained with Jason I’d have plenty of “staff” members at my beck and call whenever the urge arose and Jason wasn’t around. Or if he was, too, for that matter, like tonight.”Aaahhhhhaaaaaagggaaa…” pulled me out of my dreaming as Jason landed the cane on my harnessed tits that stuck way out because of the straps.Believe me, he got my full attention with that maneuver.My exposed nipples registered instant pain and before I could even lower my eyes to inspect my most recent damage my nipples were wearing a black and blue mark of the cane. No doubt, “Aaaaahhhhaaa …” about it, a cane was a wicked weapon as another bruise was added to the first.My poor nipples, about all that was showing of my tits, were taking a real beating. So were Betsy’s, as in between the pauses of Jason’s cane, Charles’ landed on Betsy’s boobs.Both of us were smashing our asses together as our tits were caned by the men. There was also the unmistakable scent of female arousal filling the air. Mine and Betsy’s as the canes fell again and again.We were both admitted pain lovers but that didn’t stop our bodies from jerking and twisting with the reception of the administered pain. Our asses smashed together. Our legs jerked, pulling both of our ankles when either of us moved. But all in all, we had no where to go to escape the cane’s landings.All of my exposed nipples and part of my breasts were covered with the dark lines left by the cane when Jason reached up and undid the straps encasing them. Freeing them totally for the kiss of the cane to land. And cover them he did as the hanging straps flicked against our sides as we twisted in the air.My tits began to resemble Betsy’s in that a huge area was dark. Of course it wasn’t truly my nipples that were growing, but it did look similar as each successive dark line was added to the collection of lines.What must hers look like, I wondered, as mine got darker and darker with each stroke landed. Working his way from the ends, Jason progressed toward my chest wall, leaving dark marks in his wake. Tops, sides, bottom. The cane worked its way around my throbbing tits until it looked like all I had was nipples, damned little pink remained before they changed locations.Down our ribs. Across our heaving stomachs the canes traveled leaving dark colors in their wake. Belly buttons, sunken deep in skin, were the only pink remaining as the canes came at swollen pussy mounds.Horizontal lines decorated each and every hair when they switched to upstrokes and smashed into our leaking slots.I screamed like I was dying as Jason slammed the cane into my aroused clit. In the back of my mind I wondered how much more it had to have hurt Betsy who had the ring in her clit. A ring that kept her clit totally exposed and even opened her cuntal lips more than mere arousal did. But as her screams of passion rose above mine, I knew.We were both coming. The pain was an aphrodisiac to us. Our bodies twisted and squirmed, but we were coming with the canes. From upper chests to pulsating pussies, dark lines covered our bodies as our pain loving bodies came with each stroke.And then they stopped.Through tear filled eyes I saw Jason drop the cane and come to me, his cock leading the way. Even if Betsy and I weren’t bound back to back I knew he would have fucked my caned pussy. And I wanted him to luck it.Obviously so was Charles as his hands came around our bodies to clamp onto my whipped breasts as the four of us road passion’s ladder to fulfillment and beyond.Chapter 5The next morning announced itself with a bang as Jason smacked my ass with his hand.Talk about waking up with a jolt! I was profoundly glad that I was lying ass up and not tits up. But that, unfortunately, meant that I was lying on them. Quite frankly I don’t know how I was. Jesus, did they ever hurt. Then none of me was in the comfort zone, but I had no complaints.”Rise and shine, sleepy head. It’s a bright, new day that I’ve got some great plans for.”Really. Jason was just too damned joyous for morning. A long confirmed evening person, I typically could not understand how someone could thrive in the AM. It was beyond me, but as I was bemoaning that fact another suddenly registered.I had the whole weekend to spend with Jason and, since I had been awakened, there was no reason to waste it, now was there. Rolling over to face his smiling face, I muttered, “What time is it, anyway?””Not quite seven.””Ooooohhhhh.” I tried to pull the blankets back over me but his hand stopped me.”Come on, Kate. Rise and shine.””Rise and shine. Damn it, Jason, the damned sun isn’t even up yet, why should I?””Because the sun is a mundane thing, but the plans I have for us sure aren’t. Come on, Kate, up you go.”I wasn’t the most optimistic person around, but I did roll out of bed and took a faltering step toward the bathroom, my first goal of any morning, and stopped dead in my tracks.I don’t know how long I stood there staring into the big mirror above Jason’s dresser and looked at the startling changes that had occurred to my body, but it must have been a long interval before my bladder made its protest and I continued my journey.Flipping on the light and sitting on the toilet I took a closer survey. Nope, no doubt about it, I possessed a set of damned whipped boobies. Shit, there wasn’t even a centimeter that was normal color. As my bursting bladder emptied I took in the rest of my anatomy. Yep, from shoulders to kneecaps I was one colorful, lucky bitch.Not only was I colorful, I was quite fragrant, too. Turning on the shower and adjusting the water temperature, I stepped in and let the cleansing water wash over me. I quickly adjusted the spray to a lighter intensity and let the soothing heat wash away some of my aches and pains as soapy fingers cleaned away the residue of one damn full night of sex.Stepping out and drying off I noticed Charles in the master bedroom lying out Jason’s clothing for the day. Damn, didn’t he ever sleep? Drying my hair I also saw Betsy in the room, too. Wondering why she was there, I stuck my head out and looked.Ah, the upstairs maid. She was changing the linen and making the bed. Did any of his staff ever sleep, I wondered as I went back to drying my hair. Rummaging in the cabinets I came across a hair dryer and used it until my hair was dry.Naturally I was nude. And naturally my clothing was in the bedroom, but after the events of last night I sure didn’t have any qualms about parading nude before the servants. Especially Charles and Betsy.”Good morning, miss,” they almost said simultaneously at my entry.”Muumm good morning to you two, too. Tell me, does anyone ever sleep around here?””Only what our bodies require, miss.”That came from Charles as I began to look for my clothes. I was sure I left them on the suede chair, but they weren’t there.”May I help you, miss?””Yes, ah Betsy, have you seen my clothes? I’m sure I left them here, but as you can see they’re gone.””Yes, miss. I took them to the laundry while you were in the shower.””But what am I to wear in the interim?””Oh ahhmum, I had assumed that Master Jason had informed you.””Informed me of what?”For some reason Betsy hesitated in answering as she turned to Charles.”Mr. Jason has decreed that you are to remain nude while in residence, miss.””Nude?””Yes, miss.””Really?””Yes, miss. I am quite sure of his instructions on the matter, but if you doubt my word I could have him tell you.”I… ahh well no, I don’t doubt your word. It’s just that… You’re sure?””Positive, miss.”Nude while in residence, huh? Well, I can’t say that it was all that surprising. After all it was no secret that Jason was quite determined that I become an exhibitionist. Hell, our first date informed me of that possibility.But nude?”Am I restricted to this room, then?””Oh, no, miss. Mr. Jason also informed me that you are to partake of breakfast in the dinning room. He wished to you join him as soon as you finished your shower.”Dinning room? While naked?Well, as I said, it shouldn’t come as a surprise.”Where ahh where is the dinning room, Charles?””Betsy will show you the way, miss.”Right, I thought, as I remembered her words of the previous night. Males dominate, while females are the submissive. Naturally she would be the one delegated that task.Casting one more look at my colorful body, I shrugged. “Well, I ahh guess I’m ready, Betsy. Lead away.””Yes, miss.”She turned and headed out of the room as I, with a bit of trepidation, followed in her wake.”Ah Betsy, ahh has ahh this happened before?””A nude guest, you mean, miss?””Yea, a nude guest.””No, miss, not to my knowledge.””Oh, ahh and what do make of that fact? I mean, why me?””I’m sure I couldn’t say, miss. But if I were to hazard a guess, I’d have to say that Master Jason has some very special plans in store for you. Not only for today, but for the future, too, miss.””Special plans? What kind of special plans?”Having reached the top of the stairway, Betsy stopped and turned to face me as she spoke.”It is pure speculation on my part, miss, but my guess is that Master Jason plans for you to be here. Permanent like, miss, and by requesting that you attend breakfast in your current marked and nude state, he is şişli escort announcing it to the rest of the staff.””You really think so?””Oh, yes, miss. What else could it mean?”I didn’t know, but her words did make me smile.I was still smiling as I passed two other servants as we made our way to the dinning room. The other maid blushed and turned away. Not so the man. He practically leered.And me?Well, to be utterly truthful, I threw back my shoulders and did a bit of-strutting. I suddenly felt very happy. What if Betsy’s words proved to be true?Entering the dinning room, Jason stood like the perfect gentleman as I walked toward him. His eyes made a quick inventory of my body and he smiled.I smiled back. Who wouldn’t when subjected to that kind of a smile by the guy that did so many things, not only to my body, but to my mind, too.It was at that precise moment in time that I realized that I loved him, and that thought made me stop in my tracks.”Is something wrong, Kate? Suddenly you look, ahh, well, different.””I ahh am different.””Really. And what happened to make you different in one step? It couldn’t have been my orders about your mode of undress. You surely accepted that before ever arriving.””Mode of undress? Oh, ahh no. As you said, I accepted that before my arrival.””So?””So what?””So what caused the sudden change in your looks. You look like it was something of vital importance.””Oh, it is vitally important.””Good. Care to share it with me?””I… I just realized a startling revelation.””And that was?”I could tell that he was starting to get a bit irritated by my mixed up words and actions.”I just realized that… that I love you. Silly, isn’t it.” I rambled, “Standing nude and quite well marked by last night’s activities, I suddenly realize that I love you as I walk in a dinning room.”A quick glance around provided other facts too. “A dinning room that contains three other people staring at me like I’m the biggest fool on earth. Really quite amazing, isn’t it? I mean when one considers all the various implications.”The first part of my disjointed speech made him smile. The second caused him to cast one quick glance at his servants. Their expressions instantly changed to utter acceptance of my state of undress and bodily marks.The one man, whom I assumed was some sort of footman or such, with the utmost ease pulled out a chair which I knew was meant for me, as the two females hastily set food on the table with downcast eyes as I approached the chair.Somehow I knew that I’d never be able to reproduce the look Jason gave them. Nor would they react the same if I did, especially the man. Not after Betsy’s words about the staff last night. But I did take my seat as he pushed my chair in for me.Taking the seat at the head of the table, Jason reached for my hand resting on the table top and held it in his.”You’re sure? About the love, I mean?”He looked so serious. I couldn’t help but become serious, too, as I answered. “Yes. I’m quite sure. I do love you.”Personally I’m not sure why I hadn’t known it earlier. Like our first night together. Even then I couldn’t deny him anything. I still couldn’t, as far as that goes.”God, what a way to start a day. Being told that I’m loved. I’ll have to give that statement some very serious thought. But, first, let’s eat.” Turning to one of the maids, he said, “You may serve us now.””Yes, sir.”The food was set before us and I must confess that I wasn’t the most diligent of eaters. It was not my custom to eat in the buff. Especially not with others in attendance. And not in my physicals condition either. But I did manage to consume my share of the offered food as Jason ate hardily as he talked away.”So, how are you feeling today? Not too sore, I hope.””I’ve been better, but no complaints.””Good. We still have the remainder of your purchases to contend with, haven’t we? And as we have an early start on the day, it should be a fun filled one. Let’s see,” he said as he rested his chin on his hand, “we used six out of twelve dildos. The two canes and of course the harness. That still leaves a good variety for today’s use. And then there are the things that I already had. So, tell me, Kate, what did you think of Betsy’s jewelry?”Jewelry? What jewelry? I couldn’t recall her wearing any.”What jewelry?””Her ring, of course. What did you think I was talking about.”Her ring. Her clit ring.”I… ahh I…””Come, come. Don’t be bashful. The thought of one of your own made you hot, didn’t it?””I… well, ah yes. Yes it did.”He clapped his hands. “I knew it would. That’s one reason I asked her to join us. Susan, here,” he pointed to one of the maids serving the food, “has nipple rings. Don’t you, Susan?””Yes, sir.””Why don’t you show her your rings.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. A command.”Yes, sir.”Setting the plate she had in her hand on the table before me, Susan unbuttoned the top of her uniform and pulled it apart to expose her breasts. Sure enough, she had rings in her breasts. They bisected her nipples from top to bottom a good inch up from the ends. Her aroused nipples, I might add as they stared me in the face as she stood beside my chair.”Why don’t you tell Kate how you like your rings used, Susan?””Yes, sir.” She said facing him, then turned to me. “I like them treated harshly, miss. Quit harshly. My favorite being weights hanging from them as I get buggered, miss.”What a topic for the breakfast table! But, hell, around here it was probably normal.”I ahh I see. Thank you for that information, Susan. And who ahh do you like to get ahh buggered by? Anyone in particular?””Naturally Master Jason is a favorite. But my Johnny is no slouch either.””And who is Johnny?””Why him, miss.” Pointing to the other man in the room. “My husband, miss.”Husband? Well, it is an unusual household, now isn’t it.What the hell could I do? I smiled in response. Jason did a bit more.”Johnny?””Yes, sir?” The up-till-then silent Johnny said as he instantly approached the table and gave his full attention to Jason.”A one hour reward for Susan.””Yes, sir,” he responded as he suddenly turned and walked away. At a china cabinet, he reached into a drawer and withdrew something and turned back.Walking up to his wife, he lifted his hands. It was obvious that she was eager to accept what he was giving her as she pulled her shoulders back and stuck out her exposed ring decorated tits.The next second she moaned and I leaned forward to see what the hell they were doing.By then I guess I should have known what was to transpire, but I didn’t, as Johnny quickly clipped a set of, what I considered, massive weights to his wife’s nipple rings and let them drop. But I did know enough by then to know that she had the privilege of wearing the weights she so admired for an hour for her reward in telling me what she had.Up until Johnny had fastened the weights to her nipple rings, Susan’s nipples had pointed up, like a sky jump. But with that attached weights added they had a pronounced downward slant, attesting to the pull they exerted on her nipples.Oh, yea, what a household!Susan served the remainder of the meal with the weights flopping at the ends of her tits like a trophy. Quite a distraction, I might add. Not only the weights themselves, but her reaction to them. Even I could smell her aroused state.The more I saw them, the more I was interested in a set of my own. No doubt about it, this house had its effects upon me.As the meal progressed Jason told me more about his household, expanding upon what I had learned from Betsy last night.There were five males and five females on staff at Jason’s college home. Each was more or less paired up in some fashion. I learned that Charles and Betsy were also married, as were Thomas, the butler, and Karen, one of the assistant cooks, neither of which had I met.Each male had full rights to punish any female in residence, spouse or not, if seen doing something wrong, no matter the triviality of the offense. According to Jason, all willingly complied with that fact of residence.He also informed me that while I was in his house, I, too, was under the same dictate. I smiled at that, remembering my thoughts of the previous night. Oh, yea, quite a household to be sure.I got a sampling of that house rule just before Jason and I left the dinning room. The other woman, by the name of Carol, dropped one of the plates as she was cleaning off the table. She quickly bent over to retrieve the plate and placed it back on the table.The next instance she was bend over, elbows on the table as Johnny flipped up her short skirt and gave her bared ass ten popping strokes with a strap he took from the same china cabinet he had gotten the weights from for his wife from earlier.”So, tell me,” Jason said as he took my arm and escorted me out of the dinning room, “what do you think of my home?””Do you mean physically, as in structure or the staff and their roles?””The latter, of course.”Well, that was getting to the point, now wasn’t it, I thought, as I couldn’t stop myself from taking a quick look at my exposed body as we walked along a long hallway that he was leading me down.”I, well, I find it… intriguing.””A positive intriguing, or a negative intriguing?””Oh, most definitely the positive variety, need you ask?””No, but it is nice to hear it stated. You know, Kate, you have come quite a way in a short time span. And it is nice to have all of my conjectures confirmed. So tell me, what was your reaction when you learned that you were to remain nude while in my home?””How did I feel? Well, at first I must admit that I was ticked. To have servants tell me of my non-choice in the matter was a bit… irritating, I guess.””And your second response?””Acceptance, as if you need ask.” Tipping my head up to look at him, I added, “After all, on our first encounter you did throw my clothing out the window. And I’ve come to, well, accept that you want me to be the exhibitionist. It wasn’t something I contemplated before meeting you, but I can see that it’s something you desire of me.””And?””And what?””Finish the statement, Kate. You know what I want to hear.””And I will do it to please you. There, satisfied?””Tremendously. I do enjoy displaying you, I won’t deny it. But remember, the choice of whether or not you do as I desire is still your option. I will never truly force you to do anything against your will. I want a fully reciprocal relationship. If there is something that you don’t want to happen, please state so. Agreed?””Agreed. And if I refuse something that you truly want, what then?”He paused as if to consider his answer. “No. I don’t think that will happen. I may have to use persuasion, but I don’t really think you will deny me. At least not with something important. I’m sure you will have your little hang-ups but I don’t think there will be a major stumbling block. Do you?”I really didn’t and after a moment’s hesitation I thus informed him as he opened a door before us. We had made our way threw the main floor of the house and gone down a stairway while talking. I hadn’t been paying much attention to where we were going, quite frankly, I didn’t give a damn. But when he opened the door, with a key he had taken from is pocket, I stopped dead in my tracks.Before me spread seemingly acres of… well the only words I could summons was a torture chamber.Stone and wood walls. Stone floors. Stone and wood beamed ceilings. And weapons? Shit the store in New York didn’t have as many as my eyes encountered on their first sweep around the rooms. The things that my eyes saw came in a variety of forms: leather, as in whips and crops; wood, as in paddles and devices for holding victims; metal, as in shackles, chains.I really couldn’t take it all in at once. It was too much to assimilate. There were cages, racks, blocks of stone and wood that I had no idea of purpose. There were rings and hooks literally all over most surfaces from ceiling to floor and everywhere in between. Harnesses, gags, hoods. Hell, I didn’t know what half the stuff was for.But that fact didn’t stop my body from reacting.I’m not k**ding, I could literally feel my tits growing. Right along with my damned clit. Goose bumps covered every available space on my skin as shivers when up and down my spine.”Impressive, isn’t it?””Imm… impressive? I… ah well, yes, it is.” Then as a thought suddenly hit me, I asked, “Why in the world did you take me to New York when you had all of,” waving my hands to encompass what was before me, “this?”Pulling me up to his side, making me contour to his body, he said, “For several reason, actually. One, I wanted to see what it was you wanted. I not only noted what you wanted, I noted what you didn’t want, or at least didn’t have me purchase while there. I watched your eyes. If you had had the guts you would have bought more and I wanted to know what those items were.””But why didn’t you just bring me here?””Because these are my selections, not yours. I didn’t want you to feel obligated to have these used on you. As I said, your wants are very important to me. As are my own, naturally.”Pressing into the small of my back, he urged me into the room. “I wanted to observe you. Your reactions to various items and how they effected you.””Oh, and what, if anything, did you learn by your ahh observations of me?””I learned, my dear Kate, that there is damned little that frightens or turns you off. And that appeals to me. Greatly, I might add. You didn’t flinch at anything. Granted, you showed more interest in some things than others. But nothing seemed to turn you off.””And that pleases you?””Massively. As you’ve guessed or been informed, the infliction of pain is nothing new to me. It is a family trait, so to speak. The men in my family are more or less trained from birth to be domineering with females. Just as the females are taught to submit to pain from males. It has been that way for centuries, passed from one generation to the next. I would venture to say that it is almost ingrained in us.””And that is where I fit in?””To be blunt. Yes. But there is also the personal attraction we feel for each other. We both felt it that first night. You aren’t denying it are you?””I… no. I did feel it.””But?””But what?””There is a but in there somewhere, isn’t there?””Well… yes.”I waited but he didn’t respond. I knew he was waiting for me to state the ‘but’ part of my reaction. I noted that the longer I procrastinated the harder it was to state it, until I just blurted it out without the least bit of tact.”But where does that leave me in your so-called family trait? I’ve stated my feelings toward you. I love you, damn it. Is this some kind of fling for you? Do we have a future together? Is it all one sided on my part?”I don’t know, I guess I thought that Jason would get mad at my words, at my outburst. But he didn’t.The rascal smiled. And pulled me closer”It leaves you, Kate, precisely where you want to be left.””Huh?””With me. Forever and ever.”I couldn’t believe his words. They spoke of promises not stated. Of fulfilled dreams. Of fantasies obtained. But when I finally got the nerve to look up at him, it was there.”Yes, you silly goose. I love you, too. Is that so amazing? We both recognized the attraction at the dance. Haven’t I catered to all of your wants in the past weeks? Spent a fortune on things to make you happy?””But money means little to you. How was I to know how you felt?””True, money means little to me as I’ve had it all my life. But there is more than money between us. We are like separated halves of a whole. We belong together. We knew that from the start. I enjoy giving you things that money can buy. You are so damned refreshing. You don’t hide your feelings. Hell, you practically scream them out for all to hear. I like that. Is it so unreasonable of me to want to see you happy?””But why did you wait so long in telling me that you love me?””Because I wanted to be sure you loved me. Not my money and what it could give you. Being rich does have its drawbacks, Kate. You are never certain what the attraction is. Is it the money or the man. That was what I needed to know before stating my love. Am I forgiven?”Well, take a guess.I crushed my body, the body he and his servants had made the way it was, to him and gave him the kiss of the century. I wanted to climb into him. Merge myself with him and never let him go. He had turned all of my dreams into reality, and believe me, reality was just fantastic.There was so much I wanted to give him. My love. My body. My life. It was all his. I had no reservations, not one. I held nothing back. And he returned it to me a hundred times over. With the small amount of brain power I had left, I knew that his previous words were true. I would never deny him anything he truly wanted. I also knew it was true for him. He would not deny me anything either.Pulling away I looked in his eyes. It was there. He did return my love, a necessary ingredient for any female worth her salt. “I love you.””And I love you, too. Which,” he paused to give my ass a spank, “brings us to now.””Now?””Now. This moment.”For some reason I had a very good idea what his next words would result in, but being typical female I waited for him to state them in no uncertain terms.I wasn’t disappointed.He just smiled at my perversity. “Now then, just where shall we attach you for the installation of your very personal engagement ring, do you suppose.”My eyes canvassed the chamber surrounding us as in my gut I knew where my ‘very personal engagement ring’ was going to be installed.It was obvious that Jason hadn’t missed any of my attentions focused on Betsy’s clit ring and I just knew I would soon have my own. With that in mind I studied the room.Just how would I like to be bound for my clit ring? There were numerous tables, with and without strategically cut out openings for legs, arms and so forth. There was the rack, an implement of any submissive’s dreams. Several of the supporting posts were obviously doubling as whipping posts, hanging shackles proclaimed that fact. And then there were a multitude of chains, rings and hooks that could be used for the same purpose.Decisions. Decisions.What was a girl to do? Especially when confronted with so many choices.I felt the blood rushing through me and just had to have a definitive answer. “A clit ring?”Jason nodded his head. “Can’t get any more personal than that, now can we? Any objections?”For some reason my voice was non-functioning, but I did nod my head in agreement.”So? Where? How?”Just as my first night, I couldn’t seem to make a decision. My eyes flickered here, and there, over to that, to that thing, and the other. I was no closer to making a decision than I had been when I first suspected his intention.The frustrating thing was, I wanted a damn ring in my clit. I had since I’d seen Betsy’s. It looked so… exciting. I had no trouble imagining the many and varied things that a clit ring could be used for. All seem highly erotic to me. But I was still no closer to an answer.Raising timid eyes to his, I asked, “Couldn’t you choose?””I could… but I won’t. The decision is yours. I will install the clit ring, and any others over time that you so desire. But for this one, you must choose the circumstances of its installation.”I couldn’t help but lower my hand to the object under discussion. No, no doubt about it, my clit was sore. It had taken quite a caning last night. It was tender as hell. Excited, too. But nevertheless, tender. I knew that I would have to be restrained to have it pierced. The question yet remained of how.Deciding that it should be a very commemorative setting and endeavor, I literally studied the alternatives at my disposal. Any would do, but I was looking for that something special, after all, it wasn’t every day that a gal got a clit ring.I stepped out of Jason’s embrace and walked around. Touching this one, studying that one. I tried to picture myself in the position they suggested. For some perverted reason I found them all stimulating. That thought alone proved to me that I had chosen well. Jason was laying it all before me. In a sense the world was at my feet, or at least at my beck and call. Just as soon as I made a decision.I made three circuits of the chamber before deciding on the gynecology chair as my choice. Being female and health conscious, I had visited my doctor for my yearly pap smears and there was something about the vulnerability of the position. Leaning on my back with my legs in metal brackets, spreading my legs and offering up my pussy almost like a sacrifice had always excited me on my visits.I had had visions of the doctor ‘r****g’ me, shoving his cock up my cunt as I laid open to him. But, as I nervously climbed up on the leather seat it wasn’t a cock I was going to accept, it was a ring in my clit.The cool leather made my goose bumps multiply as I wiggled into position in the upright chair and even had the gall to place my knees in the brackets as a smiling Jason looked on.”Doctor fantasies, is it?”He didn’t seem disappointed by my selection as I gave him a tentative smile in return. For some perverse reason my entire body blushed as Jason walked over to one of several cabinets and opened a drawer.I knew what he was extracting.I shifted in my seat and took a gander at my exposed clit. The damn bugger was aroused! It looked so defenseless nesting there in my wet slot. A slot surrounded by cane marks. It had by no means been ignored in recent hours and was about to get even more attention. Perhaps a bit more than it and I had bargained for.Jason stood between my spread legs. I could see gleaming metal in his hands. Silver metal needle and golden clit ring. Fortunately it was not nearly the size of Betsy’s, but threatening all the same.Jason seemed to be reading my mind, as he said, “This one is smaller but it will still serve the purpose. After you have healed, a larger one can be installed in the hole made by this one.”Reaching up with one hand he caressed my leg. I literally jumped.”A bit nervous?”I swallowed and nodded my head.”Too nervous to remain in place without bondage?”Again I nodded my head. Nerves be damned, I didn’t think I could hold still as my clit was pierced and then ringed, for Christ’s sake I wasn’t made out of steel. Oh, no. I was definitely flesh and bones. And excited clit to boot.”No problem,” came his reply to my cowardliness as he walked away again. That time he came back with an assortment of bands, ropes and chains. “A lady should always have her wishes granted.”It still amazed me that Jason could read me so well. I did want to be bound. Stringently, in fact, to make it better. Half of the appeal of bondage was the illusion of restraints used.Jason could have simply used a waist strap to hold me to the chair and ropes to tie off my legs. But he, too, understood ‘image’.Leather bands encircled my wrists and were fastened to the sides of the chair. A thick, very cold chain clit into my stomach and held me fast to the chair. I sure as hell wasn’t going to go anywhere with that sucker attached to me. Yards of ropes dug into my legs, calves, knees and thighs. He readjusted the brackets and my legs spread even farther apart.Thin white ropes approached my bobbing tits and in less time than I thought possible they pointing straight out and rock hard by the tightness of the ropes. They were turning a light bluish color when Jason placed a padded clip on each vaginal lip toward the top of my crease. A second later the sound of tape being torn off a role filled the air as he tore off two strips and taped the clips to my heaving lower abdomen, which just naturally left my poor defenseless clit totally exposed and vulnerable.”Now the question is,” he paused in his work, “does the lady want it heated up before the installation.”Heated up?God! what a thought.I looked at that tiny morsel of delight. It stood up full and proud. Could I stand it punished more before being pierced?Ah, hell, sure it could.I licked my lips. My answer was in my eyes and Jason smiled.”A nice fat strapping?” he asked as he walked over to a wall and took down a demon of a strap. “Or is it to be the infamous cat?” He held one of those up too for my inspection and selection. “Or does the lady want just an illusion?” That time he held up a cat made out of satin strands.”One, two or number three?”My voice was still refusing to function in the time honored way, but I did manage to pop up one finger in response.”Ahh, so it’s a strapping that is needed in this case. An excellent choice, if I do say so myself. I think five is a good number, don’t you?”Five? That strap did look lethal.I swallowed and nodded in agreement.God, where did my nerve come from?Again Jason stood between my legs. The strap raised. I pulled against my leg bonds. It did no good. They were firmly secured and didn’t come together in the least.”Ahh the last minute doubts. They are so annoying aren’t they. It’s almost like your first night here, isn’t it? Except that this time you can’t pull your legs together. It’s all up to me. I select the time. The force. The severity. Ready, love?”I got together enough gumption to nod my head as I watched the strap descend.”Aahahhahhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa.”The scream was no more out of my mouth than Jason’s mouth was plastered to my aching clit and I screamed again. In pleasure. Talk about feelings. I felt each damned taste bud as his tongue did its magic.I was on the verge of coming when he pulled away and the strap landed again, followed by his mouth. I screamed with every move he made whether strap or tongue. I thought I’d go out of my mind with the alternating pain and pleasure that was really pleasure all rolled into one thing. There was no doubt in either of our minds that my clit was stimulated.I was almost over stimulated as he dropped the strap and took up the needle. Leaning forward as much as I could I watched, and definitely felt, its passage through my clit. With metal gleaming on both sides of my pierced clit the damned thing had the audacity to continue to pulsate. It did miniature push-ups atop the needle bisecting it as we watched it go through its maneuverers.Then it was time for the ring to replace the needle.Other than a tugging feeling I can’t say that it hurt. It felt weird, but it didn’t really hurt. The needle had made a good opening for its placement. With a click the ring snapped in place.My body must have been waiting for that final click because at that moment I came. It was a shattering climax. My bound body arched against its restraints and I spiraled even higher as I felt Jason’s cock tap my ring before sliding deep within me.That was it. I had no more control. I was off and soaring. I passed the stars and ascended the universe as Jason drove in and out of me. I was incapable of anything but coming. I think I blubbered. I know I screamed. None of it made any difference. I was in a totally sexual climaxing world of my own with Jason somewhere in the vicinity.Chapter 6That afternoon I got a more traditional engagement ring. The kind that goes on the third finger, left hand. Quite a rock. It was worth more than all my possession combined, so naturally I just loved it.I concluded that having access to vast amounts of money had many rewards. But quite frankly, with or without money, I would have taken Jason.Again that evening I dinned in my colored buff and was getting use to the fact. I can’t say that I was totally comfortable with the situation, but it was becoming more and more familiar. Hell, just the leering looks Jason sent my way made it worth adjusting to.I wondered when he would take the act public so to speak. I knew he would eventually, that was a foregone conclusion. I dreaded and looked forward to it happening, wondering just how it would be done. Where it would happen and under what circumstances.But thoughts of the future weren’t nearly as interesting as current events. Events in the form of good old Johnny again whipping ass in the dinning room. This time his wife’s as she spilled wine on the tablecloth.Ten hefty strokes later, I again concluded that I had gotten myself into quite a household. Yes sirree, the potential things that I could observe and join in were really amazing, if one stopped to consider them. Which, I must admit, I did. With relish.After dinner I had to pose my very marred body for Jason to take pictures of, to send to his parents and family. He explained that they had to have visual proof that he was maintaining the family traditions.I got a thrill out of each and every click of the camera. I must admit that I followed each and every suggestion he offered. His parents would get a good look at all of me from tits, to pussy and clit ring, to ass. Even I admit to getting carried away before he again stored the camera after giving the exposed role to one of the servants to have processed.Thinking about his family, I was sure they would prove different. Just how different I had yet to learn. But looked forward to the introductions.With the camera again in storage an idea came me and before I even gave it deliberate consideration, I was voicing it to Jason as we made our way out of the room he had selected for the picture session.”I have a request,” I informed him as he turned to look at me.”Which is?””Well, I have a been observing and hearing about your unusual staff and I was curious.””About what, Kate? What’s got your attention now?””Your staff. More specifically, observing them. Is that possible?””You mean a discipline session? Want to play the voyeur?””Well, yea. I mean after all, you have been giving me a glimpse here and there. Last night with Betsy and Charles, this morning with the weights and the ass strapping just a while ago. Do they get into more heavy action? If so, is it planned or just spontaneous in nature?””Actually, a bit of both.””Well? Explain.””My pleasure,” Jason said as we passed through a hallway and continued walking as he spoke. “Some of the action is spontaneous, as you saw during our meals today. As I said, offenses are punished swiftly and without recourse. Any male seeing an infraction does the correcting.””Then comes the more elaborate activities. As the staff, both male and female, is totally dedicated to our chosen life-style we do plan some activities to keep everyone happy. Sometimes it is planned on the couple basis, I’m sure some activities happen on an almost daily basis between couples, either in the privacy of their rooms or in one of the specialized rooms.”At other times it can include the entire staff. That usually happens at least once a month or so. All seem to enjoy the variety of different partners, to observe different techniques and desires. It broadens one’s horizons and keeps the interest up for all concerned. We’ve had those in a variety of places from the dungeon to the woods, depending on personal requests.””Really? Sounds interesting. Tell me about some of the highlights.””Well, one time we all trooped out to the woods behind the house and had a grand time. Tree limbs were heavily pulled upon as gals hung from them as the guys used only natural weapons such as branches and so forth. Another time a theme of the Inquisition was chosen. The rack got a real workout that night. Then there have been fantasy nights where all dressed according to the theme: pirates, Indians, doctor and nurse, water sports and baby nights.””All in all, we are very imaginative. But at these special times everything is pre-approved. Nothing can be done that is not wanted. For instance, Susan, of the weights this morning, does not enjoy harsh attention to her pussy nor to her tits, except for the weights that she seems fascinated with. But she loves her ass blistered beyond belief. So, during the special days, it is her choice to accept or decline what is done to her by all concerned.””But with each gal liking or disliking various activities, all the males are content and enjoy those days just as much, or more than the gals. Then there is the variety, too. Just like you. You like to have more than me attend you during certain activities. Variety is the spice of life for all of us. That is one reason I readily agreed to your request when Charles paddled your ass. We may have more or less permanent relationships with others but all of us like to branch out from time to time.”Just listening to Jason speak I was getting hot and ready for some variety of my own. But as I took serious inventory of my body I had to conclude that it was a bit battered and the worse for wear. The back of me could definitely take more, but not the front, especially my newly ringed clit.”So what about tonight? Anything planned for it?”I saw Jason’s eyes take a similar inventory of my body as he paused as if to collect his thoughts. “Perhaps tonight would be a perfect time for you to play the voyeur. I’ll check on what arrangements have been made. Okay?””It’s got my vote. I will admit that the front of me is a bit rare, but I could stand a little ass and back attention, if not too severe.”By that time we had reached the master bedroom and Jason escorted me in, telling me take a refreshing shower while he did a bit of questioning to see what was on the agenda for the night.I thought a shower was just what I needed as we parted company. The warm, soothing spray washed away many minor aches and pains and erased a nagging tiredness that had been creeping up on me. After drying body and hair, I curled up on the bed and laid back to await Jason’s return and easily slipped into sleep.* * *A warm liquid feeling coursed through me, sending tingling currents throughout my blood stream as I imagined warm hands caressing me. Then it occurred to me that it was no dream. It was real, in the form of Jason cuddled up next to me as his hands explored my oh so willing body as his lips dipped into an ear and along my neck.”Muummmm what a way to wake up,” I managed to get out between enticing shivers.”I must admit, it was a tempting sight. A naked female sleeping on my bed,” he murmured as his hand slid into my suddenly moist track and his fingers snaked inside me. That action brought me fully awake and very eager to continue.Two, then three fingers sank into my warm depths and twirled around creating a blissful havoc. Slowly turning, I wrapped sleep warmed arms around Jason’s neck and pulled him closer. The instant my nipples touched his bare chest they hardened to full arousal and my body was totally committed to the goal of finding fulfillment.I laid there in total anticipation, letting Jason set the mood and tone. When he withdrew his fingers from my pussy and reentered them in my cock virginal ass I didn’t even pause in accepting them. The dildos and Betsy’s hand from the previous night made his entry more than acceptable. I, too, thought it time that a cock was introduced into that opening as I spread my legs allowing easier entrance.”Ah, ready for an ass fuck?” he whispered against the juncture of neck and shoulder.”Mummmm, it’s got my vote. After all, it was opened now wasn’t it?””To be sure. Opened, but not slack by any stretch of the imagination. I can hardly wait for my cock to sink into this snug, clinging track.”Passions rising rapidly, I saw no reason for delaying what both of us wanted. In one fluid movement, I rolled over, disengaging his hand in the process, and brought myself over onto my stomach. As Jason rearranged himself beside me, I got my knees under me and raised my ass in offering. A true offering. It was long past time for my ass to get acquainted with his cock.Legs splayed, tush tipped up, I turned my head on the bed and looked back. “Well, what are you waiting for? An engraved invitation?”He smiled. His hand reached out and caressed my flared cheeks. “I wanted to enjoy the sight for a while, but if the lady is so demanding…”I watched with a smile on my face as Jason knelt behind me, cock in hand. True, I had been opened but the artificial dildos were nothing in comparison to the real live thing. Warm, silky cock head ironed out the wrinkles of my brownie and slid in with ease as the rest of his magnificent shaft followed. Wider and wider I opened as he went deeper.I was more than ready. I could literally feel my chute sucking and tugging at his heated flesh and when the crinkling hairs of his groin touched my sensitive ass, that was it. With his first plunge I was coming. My chute twitched and tugged him deeper as he tried to withdraw.”Aahhhh yessss… ahhhhh yeessss.”The real thing was a thousand times better than artificial. This was what my body wanted, what it needed. I slammed back into his driving hips, grinding him as deep as he could go inside me as the tremors just kept coming and coming. My rock hard nipples sc****d across the bedding, my clit throbbed and my ass was in heaven with each inward or outward drive.Eyes clenched shut, it was my ears that first registered the slight change in activities. My ass registered it second, mapping the exact dimensions of Jason’s hand. Wow! Spanking and fucking at the same time.”Yyyesssssssahhhhhhh…”I snapped my eyes open to catch the action behind me and saw Jason raise his hand for the next stroke. I tipped my ass up, welcoming the stimuli he was offering as my ass clamped down on his thrusting rod. It was unbelievable and fantastic. Until the moment of first contact of his hand to my ass it occurred to me that up until then our love making had been very gentle, which I must admit I enjoyed. But that addition of a hand to ass… well, it was just grand. My brain and body gladly accepted the addition and I went into overdrive.Quite frankly I’m not real sure how Jason stayed with me. My body was all over the place. I was twisting, turning, moaning, groaning and flopping all over the bed as he continued to fuck and spank my ass. It wasn’t really painful, but oh was it stimulating as hell. The added ingredient that added that special spark to my life.Both hands crashed into my ass over and over. They became a blur as I felt his cock expanding inside me. Expanding and exploding. And I was a goner. I became total sensations that seemed to last for years as I hung there in passion’s limbo for eons as my dark passage drank his donation and we crashed onto the bed.Warm hands traveled my shaking body trying to ease me back to a more normal state as I reveled in my emotions. I wanted to crawl into him. Keep him with me forever and ever just as we were that moment in time. But as always I returned, and that was good too. To be held in his embrace, to be caressed was cherishing, too, as his lips kissed and teased my ear and neck.* * *”You know,” he whispered in my ear, “if we don’t get up from here you’ll miss the night’s activities in the garage.””Garage? What’s happening in the garage?””Maggie issued a challenge to all the men for tonight.”My interest was instantly piqued as I recalled our earlier conversation. “Who is Maggie? And what was her challenge?””She’s one of the kitchen aides who happens to have a craving for multiple attention. Her challenge was: could the men make her cry quits in a gang **** scene.””Gang ****?””Yea, one of her fantasies. She wants to fight instead of submit. She has limited them in what they can use. Only what they normally wear is allowed. No special equipment is to be used during the **** and it must occur in the garage as if they had broken in and trapped her. Care to watch?”I was sitting up before he finished his question. “Let’s go. Come on, we might miss something.”I practically d**g Jason down the stairs and through the house as we made our way to the garage.It was deserted.Not a light was on. No people could be seen.”Well, where are they?” I asked as we came to a stop at the door.The rascal had the nerve to smile as he held up his watch and showed it to me. “Impatient, aren’t you? It’s not set until ten after. Come on, turn off the lights and let’s find a place to watch.”A minute later the lights were again off and Jason and I were huddled up on the end of a workbench on one side of the garage. It was eerie sitting there in the dark, the moonlight coming in through the windows as we waited for the **** to begin.It was almost like waiting for a movie to start. We knew the basics of the movie but not the actuality. Somehow I thought I should have a box of popcorn in my hand as I wiggled into his arms to help keep warm.Out in the darkness I could hear heels clicking on the pavement. Each step got closer and closer. The door opened and the light was flipped on. A stunning redhead walked in and closed the door behind her. That, I assumed, must be Maggie.As she fumbled in her purse, play acting looking for car keys, I gave her my full attention.About five six or so, she had the most beautiful red hair I had ever seen, and there was plenty to see. It hung long and free to the small of her back. This redhead had no freckles, but a pale complexion that vivid green eyes set off to perfection. Her body was nothing to sneeze about either.Full, upstanding tits filled her tank top to almost overflowing. Long, long legs came out of skimpy satin shorts that showed a hint of ass cheeks peaking out of them. And everything in between hair and heels was perfectly proportioned. The only thing that marred her perfection was a bruise on her left thigh that looked suspiciously like a whip mark. Other than that she was stunning.Humming a tune under her breath, looking through the contents of her purse, Maggie was the picture of innocence as she walked to the center of the garage and stood next to the car parked there. Then, suddenly, the closed door was opened and crashing into the wall as five men ran into the garage.Maggie screamed in terror. Her fingers, which had finally found the keys she was seeking, dropped them on the cement floor as they rushed her. She tried to open the door and escape into the car, but it was locked.Two bodies hurled into her, smashing her into the car door as her wrists were grabbed and forced behind her back. To me it looked like they were almost to the breaking point. Maggie seemed to agree as her scream of pain/terror echoed around the garage to fill our ears.If I hadn’t known this was all planned I might have gone to her rescue, but as I notice the obvious arousal of her nipples pressing into her tank top I wiggled closer to Jason who had his eyes glued to the scene before us. There was a mysterious wiggling in his pant, too, as I turned back to watch.”Get her damned clothes off and let’s get to it,” came from one of the men that I identified as Johnny of the dinning room. But he didn’t look like the Johnny I knew. In fact all were dressed different. Faded blue jeans, torn T-shirts, scruffy boots or dirty sneakers was the mode of dress, not military like uniforms of Jason’s servants.They looked like a bunch of thugs on the prowl for what they could get.And they had Maggie in their grasp. A struggling Maggie that was twisting and turning trying to get away. All to no effect. Hands digging painfully into sarıyer escort her skin took care of that avenue of escape as two men held her and the others surrounded her.A hand reached out, I think it was Charles’, and ripped the tank top to shreds and tossed it on the floor.A different hand worked the same magic on her satin shorts, leaving the screaming Maggie in heels only as hands took possession of tits, pussy and ass.Wanting to know the players, I whispered in’ Jason’s ear, “Who is who?”Whispering, too, he answered my question. “You know Charles and Johnny. The one attached to her left tit is Barry. He is paired with Carol who got ten today for dropping the plate in the dinning room. He takes care of the cars as mechanic and driver. The one standing back is Stan, my cook. He is Maggie’s partner and knows her the best, as you can tell as he’s taking his belt out of his pants. The other one is Thomas the butler, who is paired with Karen, an assistant cook for him along with Maggie.”Getting the players straight and their relationships with others in the house, I turned my attention back to the action. It was obvious, by quick glances directed in our direction, that Jason and I were seen. But no one paid us any attention as we silently watched them fling Maggie face down over the hood of the car.Stan came up then and wrapped his belt around her wrists and tied it off, leaving all hands freed for future engagements. As two held her pressed into the car, the others began to systematically take off their clothes. Each retaining the leather belts from his pants as they smiled at her screamed words of defiance and outrage.Maggie twisted and kicked out, catching several shins with her feet to no effect except to ‘anger’ her attackers.”The bitch is asking for it.””Hold her still and we’ll whip her defiance away damn quick.””I get to fuck her ass first.” Where some of the comments made as they arranged themselves for the engagement taking place before my excited eyes.A second later belts were cracking into Maggie’s quivering ass and legs as they held her in place atop the car. Her screams appeared realistic as hell. As did the scent that came to my nose. Scent of aroused female, accompanied by hard nipples pressed into cool metal of the car. It was obvious by observing that the struggling Maggie was having the time of her life as the belts came at her again and again.With a wave of his hand Barry stopped the belts from landing as he positioned himself at her stripped ass and drove his cock in with one thrust. Maggie arched her back and a silent scream squeaked out of her throat, but there was no doubt in my mind that she was hotter than a firecracker. Barry jerked her back, forcing her to stand up as he drove in with savage lunges.Getting a firm grip on her, he turned her around. Placing his thrusting ass against the car, he forced Maggie to face her other attackers and they took up the challenge.”Whip her damned tits,” came from Stan, her partner as he complied with his own words. Four belts became black and brown blurs as they followed his instructions and Barry flicked away in her ass. I couldn’t help but rub my own whipped titties as the belts connected again and again against Maggie’s full twisting boobies and extended nipples.She swore. She screamed. She tried to twist away from the attacking belts. But none of her actions were fruitful, except for her obvious stimulation and theirs. The enclosed space in the garage was filled with sex smells, both male and female when Johnny did his version of stopping the action and stepping up to her.His cock was instantly swallowed by her sucking cunt as Barry laid back on the car and let him control the motions as they pressed Maggie between their fucking bodies. Maggie’s body was forced back to rest on Barry and the others took that as a signal to take charge of her tipped up breasts. Hands and mouths covered her strapped tits as her moans could no longer be construed as anything but approval at their accomplishments.Even restricted as she was in moving, Maggie did her damnest to take the two cocks into her even deeper as her tits received avid attention from the non-fuckers present. I, too, was getting a bit of attention in that direction as Jason’s hand slid to my tits and encountered nipples just as hard as Maggie’s were.Barry yelled and filled her sucking ass as his hands held her up for the others. “Thaaat’s itt. Next,” he said and pushed her away from his body. A second later Thomas was wedging his way up her vacated ass as Johnny took his turn leaning on the car for support.With Maggie face down toward the car, it was time for the extras to attend her back and the sides of her thrusting ass. Belts and hands connected with all available flesh and she was off and coming again.And thus it went. They rotated in her ass and pussy. Rotated around her body with hands and belts. There wasn’t a centimeter left undamaged by the time Maggie had been fucked for a grand total of eighteen times as she was toss back and forth like so much trash from cock to cock. Nothing was used except belts, hands and mouths but by the end of two hours Maggie was one well fucked and beaten bitch.She also won the challenge. The guys were finished in the cock department, but she still wanted more. Which I am glad to say Jason and I obliged in.With flagging cocks, the men held her in place over the hood of the car as I got my very first taste of cum filled pussy. Not only was it cum filled, it was ring filled, too. Maggie had a ring in each vaginal lip, rings I used to hold her apart as I did my first muff diving. But not my last.When I had had my fill of combined juices I stepped away and Jason filled her with his cock as I got my first taste of beaten titties. Another thing that was not to be my last.Chapter 7I must admit after that remarkable weekend at Jason’s school became a very mundane thing. I faithfully trooped off to classes, took notes, filled books with facts, figures and information. But none of it meant much to me.For some reason my entire world consisted of Jason, my relationship with him, his staff and our hopes and plans for the future. By midweek the pictures Jason had taken of me were developed and we eagerly selected the best to ship out to his family. Not only his parents, but to my surprise an aunt and uncle, too.Asking Jason about the additional set going to his aunt and uncle, I learned a startling piece of information. His aunt and uncle own something called Chattle Castle. A highly expensive retreat that catters to the practitioners of physical pain during sex acts. He even showed me brochures that listed various rates for attendees. Rates of how much whipping tits, asses, pussies or any other part of a body, both male and female, costs.To say that Chattle Castle captured my attention would be putting it mildly. Jason, being the understanding man that he is, told me all about it, in glowing details. After the discussion .I got a firm commitment from him that one day soon we would visit it, along with his aunt and uncle.He said that we might even be married there, if I approved upon seeing it.I gave it very serious consideration. After all, how many people got married in a real castle now days? A castle that catered to our style of sex? Not many, but perhaps we would. But that was in the future. We had much better things to do in the mean while.Things like the monthly staff get-together planned for Saturday night.I must confess to being slightly nervous as Jason led me to the dinning room Saturday night where the other female staff and I would wait for the men’s arrival. It was quite an understandable reaction considering what he told me to expect.The theme for the night was escape convicts had captured a bevy of gals their first night of freedom and after years of dreaming what they would do when they finally got some females, they were ready to act out all of their dreams. Dreams, which naturally, included the infliction of pain for the wrongs society had done to them. Not to mention the built-up sex drives they had developed.Prior to arriving Jason had explained that I, like the other females, could deny specific things done to us. I was also granted the choice of joining in or not. I could be strictly a watcher or a participator as I so chose. But for me there really was no choice. I knew I would more than join in. The extent of which I hadn’t yet determined.Leaving me in the dinning room with the other gals, I took the opportunity to become better acquainted with them. I was surprised at their willingness to talk to me about their chosen sex style. As we chatted I learned some of their history and why they had made such a choice.None had come from deprived homes. All had freely chosen their submissive role, granted for different reasons. But the most common theme was very similar to mine. Dream-related before actual experience.That surprised me. I had long thought myself a bit unique, especially in these times of women’s lib and equality and all that. But it seemed that there were still those of us who dreamed of being dominated by powerful partners.That, I must admit, was comforting to me to hear. After all, no one wants to be totally odd in ones desires.As we sat and chatted I also noticed a difference in their dress. None were in their uniforms. I soon learned that they never were on these special nights. They always dressed according to the plan of the night. Tonight the plan was that the gals, me included, were at a get-together enjoying each others company.I also learned that upon the arrival of the men, each of us could act as we chose. Going either willingly or unwillingly. We could scratch and jab, fight and claw, or go meekly without a struggle. It seemed that the group was evenly divided in their choice in that category.It also came to light that they had asked their partners for specific things. Betsy explained to me that it was their opportunity to experiment, too, and they took advantage of that fact. At other times it was left exclusively to the males on how they were treated. It was on these nights that the gals could request certain treatment, and most did.Betsy informed me that she had requested a thorough ass strapping to be followed by a sandwich.Maggie, of the previous gang ****, said she had requested only mild abuse, owing to the fact that she was hardly healed.Susan had again requested weights being suspended from her nipple rings, along with a toasty ass and her favorite buggering.Carol had consented to Barry’s request that she submit to heated implements applied to various parts of her body. She also got him to agree to tight tit bondage, a favorite of hers as a reward.Karen informed all that she was to finally get her own set of nipple rings, something she had wanted for ages. Thomas had agreed.After all of their stories were told, they naturally turned to me for mine. I didn’t have the faintest idea of how to answer them. I still wasn’t all that sure that I’d even participate, but I knew I would.But their stories did start my brain working along that line. Sitting back, sipping my coffee, thinking about what I might like to try, the door was slammed open and the men burst in like a raging volcano erupting.Instantly the room was filled with screaming voices. Bodies became blurs as they ran from here to there as the men captured us one at a time. Too stunned to even move, I was easily captured by Jason. A Jason wearing grey shirt and pants, both with numbers stenciled on them. Before I could read his number, my hands were tied off behind me with a coarse rope that chaffed my wrists.There were couples on the floor, across the table and dodging around chairs as screams and threats filled the room. Clothing was torn. Skin was exposed. Bodies were d****d over shoulders and hauled away. It was pandemonium in all directions as Jason flung me over his shoulder and smashed his hand into my upturned ass as we made our way down the stairs and the spacious rooms below.As I was carried meekly along I looked at the others. Betsy was fighting like a demon and Charles even sported a few scratch marks on his arms to attest to her fighting ability. Maggie, unlike the other night, was playing the total submissive. It seems she was serious on not being overtly harmed.Susan was kicking atop Johnny’s shoulder and even managed to get a good kick in his stomach. Carol, being d**g by Barry, was a twisting tornado all the way down. While Karen walked bare breasted in front of Thomas. It seems she got bared tits real soon for the installation of her rings.In one manner or another we all managed to congregate in the rooms at the same time. I was still unsure of lust how I was going to participate and it seemed that Jason knew that as he took me over to one of many chairs and proceeded to bind me to it. Ropes around my legs, chest and waist were snug but not all that uncomfortable as I surveyed the scene around us.Without any preliminaries Barry tossed Carol over a table and proceeded to fuck her good and hard. Right beside Thomas and Karen who were doing the same. While across the room Betsy and Charles were still struggling as he tied her to one of the many posts around the room. Stan and Maggie were off in a corner doing their OWN version of a mild ****. Susan got another good kick to Johnny as he bound her to yet another posts and ripped off her clothes as she twisted and screamed.Really! It was too much to take in all at once. My eyes were flashing here, then there, then over to them, I did, however, pick up on the fact that all were arranged according to normal couples, at least for the opening scene. I was sure that later they would trade off, it was one of the joys of such nights. But they did start off together.As I was thinking that, Jason leaned over and whispered in my ear. “They usually start off in normal sets. It is the last time for the gals to change their minds about what is to happen. If you look close you will see that all are whispering to each other.””We learned long ago that things change. It may be thrilling to you when you chose something, but by the time it rolls around you may change your mind. One day a blistered ass may sound fantastic, but another it may be less appealing and another thing take precedence.””So,” he paused to tip my head up, “what is your decision? Want to join in or not? To what extent? What would you like to happen tonight?”As his words flashed across my mind, and without even stopping to contemplate my words, I blurted out, “I want a hot ass, nipple rings and a double fuck. In that order.”I’m not real sure where those thoughts came from, but having spoken them I knew they were true. My ass, I my opinion, had been neglected far too long and ever since I’d seen Susan’s rings I had coveted a set of my own. As for the double luck, that had long been something I wanted to experience. So, to me, it all made perfect sense.Jason didn’t even blink an eye at my statement. But he did smile. One of those magnificent smiles that sets my blood to rushing. It was obvious that he approved of my choices. And having stated the basics, I left the execution up to him. After all, he had his own fantasies to fulfill, now didn’t he.But for the moment he was content to settle for slowly tearing my clothing away. Quite a feat considering all the yards of ropes that I was encased in as we savored what was going on around us.There is no way I could accurately describe all that occurred that night without taking them one at a time. They did not occur one at a time. They occurred simultaneously around the room, but I will relate them in a whole.* * *Knowing Betsy and Charles the best, I will start with their story first.Tied to a post, her hands stretched above her head, Charles dodged her kicking feet to tear off her clothing. That accomplished, he turned her around and shackled her ankles to bands attached to the floor. Unable to turn around without making a pretzel out of herself, Betsy’s ass was more than available for the requested ass strapping.From the night that I truly got to know Betsy I was aware of her delight in getting her ass beat. After all, she had stood between my legs and accepted one as she licked me out. What I hadn’t anticipated was the inclusion of her clit ring being used to hold her in place.Taking a slender golden chain from the vast selection available to chose from, Charles clipped it to Betsy’s clit ring as she screamed at him and all others who cared to listen. It did her no good, for in a matter of seconds the other end of the chain was snapped into place connecting her body via the chain to the post she was bond to.A very short chain, I might add. If she moved even the slightest bit her clit would be pulled unmercifully. Somehow I knew that along the way it would be more than pulled. No one who had a, clit ring would not use it for stimulation, and I’m sure that the upcoming ass strapping would prove more than adequate in that department. Especially when I saw the strap Charles selected.It was a bruiser of a leather strap. It had to be at least two feet long and a good half inch thick. Then there was the fact that it was actually two hunks of leather in one, connected by one handle. Not only would she get a double whammy with each stroke delivered, she would get the added thrill of the massive cracking sound the layered strap would make.Being the sensual person that I am, I appreciated his selection. Being somewhat familiar with Charles laying into an ass, mine, I watched him deliver stroke after stroke to his wife. He was no slouch. Betsy’s ass was a bright red by application number one. Her screams filled the air, but as I watched I didn’t miss her actions either.Her hips made rhythmic movements back and forth, causing the chain to her clit ring to pull her with each move. She rubbed her tits back and forth against the post, and I just knew that they were highly stimulated as Charles applied the strap with a steady procession of one well accustomed to using one. Not one inch of ass flesh was left unharmed as her ass turned redder and redder.As her hips moved faster and faster with each stroke, her chain became a golden blur. Even from my distance I could see several bruises beginning to form, right along with Charles’ cock that grew to its fullest. Her flopping tits sc****d the wooden post and appeared to do their own growing as the strap landed again and again.Viewing Charlie’s handy work, I thought I’d request that he help administer my ass strapping along with Jason. But that thought was set aside as Charles dropped the strap and replaced his cock with the, tool working away at his wife.Betsy voiced no complaint. At chain’s end she offered her heated ass to his invasion as her tits continued to rub against the post. They were off and flicking. It was obvious that they were well acquainted with each other as they matched stroke for stroke. Charles’ hands attended her rubbed tits as they ground into each other in the center of the room, each rotation pulling more and more on her extended clit. Then, as I watched, her clit began to pulsate and I knew she was coming. So was Charles.Retracting his cock, Charles proceeded to rearrange Betsy against the post, making her face out toward the center of the room with her legs again shackled to rings in the floor. I watched her eyes, they never left him even when he turned and walked away to one of the nearby shelves and took something out and carried it back to her.Betsy licked her dry lips, wiggled her hips but remained silent as Charles knelt in front of her between her widely spread legs and brought his hands up. I leaned into my bounds and twisted my head to see what the hell he was doing. Betsy took a very deep breath and her body seemed to freeze as I saw a gleam of metal in his hands reach for her pussy.Before my startled eyes I watched as he clipped a chain to her clit ring and let it drop. She shivered as he reached for, to my opinion, a huge weight and clipped it to the other end of the chain and let it slid from his hand.She had a weight hanging from her clit ring! A massive weight that pulled her tiny bud farther and farther from her cunt slot until it was fully, and I mean fully, exposed. And throbbing. That fact was unmistakable as he again stood up and took up the double strap.He couldn’t be…But he was.The strap crashed into the side of her hip. Betsy jerked in pain and the weight began to swirl around. I knew it had to be very painful for that weight to be moving. But one would never suspect that from Betsy’s reaction.Tipping her hip out to the strap she silently begged for it again. Charles more than complied. A brutal cracking sound filled my ears as my eyes watched her hips rotate even more, faster. Her clit elongated even more with each jerking tug of the attached weight.Betsy’s body arched away from the post, her clit strained and she was coming.No doubt about it. It was a massive climax as the weight and strap kept her at an intense level of arousal until Charles finally set the strap aside and gave her a few seconds to compose herself.I stared in open mouthed amazement!Could I do the same thing with my clit ring?Well, not today, I concluded. It was still not entirely healed. But in the future? Well, who knew what the future might bring.As if Betsy’s coming was some kind of signal to Charles, he again was rearranging her.With the weight still attached and moving with each step she took, Charles led her over to a bench where he bound her by her hands as she bent over at her waist. Other than her wrists bound to the bench, and of course the weight still attached to her her clit ring, she was basically free. She had the option of bending her knees and allowing the weight to rest on the floor. But she didn’t take that option, she remained straight legged as Charles gave her a few more strap strokes to keep the weight swaying.He stopped when Barry came over and filled her ass with his cock until he exploded and walked away for other action.For the remainder of the night Betsy remained like that. Charles or someone else came over from time to time to either strap her ass or luck her in any opening they so chose.* * *Their first mild luck out of the way, Stan more or less picked up Maggie and bound her to a different post in the room. Hangs shackled high up and legs opened via a spreader bar attached her ankles, Maggie was not going to go anywhere until freed.I was curious on how she would be treated. There was no doubt that her body was badly bruised and she had requested only mild treatment. So then why was she bound as she was, I wondered as Stan walked away to get something from one of the shelves and came back to her.As he knelt between her legs and reached for her pussy I remembered that she had rings in her pussy lips. Surely he wasn’t… not in her condition.Oh, but he was. And with her approval too.Another golden chain was quickly attached to one of her pussy lip rings and a weight, far larger and more threatening than the one hanging from Betsy’s clit ring, was attached.I watched in amazement as her lip stretched, and stretched. Then similar treatment was given her other pussy lip and it stretched just as far.I had used those rings to hold her open when I licked her pussy, my first of hopefully many. I knew they were far from newly installed but as they seemed to grow before my eyes I realized that they were far longer than normal. Now I knew why. As I was registering that fact, Stan attached yet another set of weights to her rings pulling her pussy lips even more.Maggie groaned but voiced no objection and I knew that it was her choice, as hard as that was to accept it had to be true. Well, she had said that she wasn’t going to have anything harsh done to her tonight, but two sets of weights?That did seem to be her choice as Stan walked away to join in some other action, leaving Maggie bound to the post with weights hanging from her pussy.Basically that is how she spent the night. Occasionally someone would come over and play with her body, or swing the weights, and once Stan fucked her as she stood like that, but otherwise that’s how she remained. Every time I looked her way the weights were swaying slightly as the lights reflected her marred body for all to see and appreciate.Jason wondered off occasionally to lend a hand or a cock to others but he always returned to me and my chair. His hands and mouth kept me stimulated as did my eyes, ears and imagination of what I had selected to have done.* * *My eyes continued to return to Karen, who would finally get nipple rings, just as I wanted, His tension relieved, Thomas yanked Karen up and fighting all the way, got her attached to yet another post. I was not surprised to see her facing frontward for her nipple rings to be installed as gooy white globs of expended juices leaked out of her well fucked snatch.What did surprise me was she became the focus of all attention. Charles left Betsy bound to the bench, her clit weight swaying. Maggie was still attached to her post with hanging weights pulling her cunt lips, which left Stan free to join Karen. Jason left me tied to the chair and straining against my bonds to see better, as Johnny left Susan chained to one of the many wall brackets. Barry did his version of binding Carol to the rack as he lit a small charcoal grill and joined the rest.Standing bound to the post and spreader bar, Karen looked at the six guys congregated around her. She lowered her eyes to look at her soon to be ringed nipples, which I might add were rock hard and extended, and gave a shutter. Was she, like me so often, having second thoughts?According to Jason, Karen loved a wicked ass strapping. Did that mean that she was regretting her decision to have her breasts pierced and rings installed? Or was it the avid attention of all gathered that made her shake? I wasn’t sure, but she didn’t voice any objection when her Thomas held up a golden ring hanging from each of his first fingers for her to see.The gutsy bitch actually smiled.Well, so much for her not wanting it to happen, I thought as she gave her tits a shake as if to wake them up for the upcoming event. I could hear the guys talking to her, knew that they were giving her her last chance to stop what was planned. I couldn’t catch their words, but I did see her nod her head as if agreeing for the final time that rings were to placed in her nipples.My pussy was a sopping swamp as I strained against my bonds. I could feel them cutting into me but they mattered not at all. I was too excited about what was to happen across the room to care about something so normal as bonds encasing me. They felt good stimulating me and I knew that before the night was over I would be in a similar position as Karen and wanted to note how it was to be done. I had some marks still remaining from the previous caning but nothing worth noting.Would I turn chicken again when it was my turn?Would I cry off? Or take it in stride like I wanted to do?Karen had no such doubts. She had spoken true when she had informed that she had waited too long for nipple rings. She stood shoulders back, back arched, tits forward as if daring the men to do what they were going to do. There wasn’t anyone who didn’t notice her hard nipples. They stood full and proud on the ends of her thrust forward breasts as Thomas took a cotton ball and swabbed them with alcohol.They got even harder as the alcohol caused her to shiver as it dried on her boobies. Even I could smell the odor of rubbing alcohol fill my nose as I leaned even more into my ropes and chains. My pussy squished against the seat of the chair as Barry and Jason each held a long, fat needle in their hands and gave Karen a smile.Stan’s and Johnny’s hands grabbed full tits and squeezed, forcing her nipples way out as Barry and Jason positioned their needles. I heard them count, “One, two, three,” and their hands moved, driving in both needles at the same time.Male bodies were blocking my view but not my ears as Karen’s screams echoed around the room. All eyes were fastened on her and when the men stood back it was there.There was a needle bisecting each throbbing nipple. I could literally see them throbbing with each shallow breath Karen took. But when she lowered her eyes to her chest, she smiled. A smile of proud ownership as Thomas took several pictures of them in her for a visual reminder of what she had endured.Setting camera aside, Thomas again took possession of the rings and one after the other slid them through the openings the needles had made and clipped them shut.Karen had her nipple rings. The light reflected off them causing them to sparkle as she gave an audible sigh of… relief? satisfaction? I don’t know, but I’m sure she was glad that it was over. After some time to allow for healing, she had her entire life to experiment with them. And if what I had seen with the other rings over the night was any indication, she would have hours, years, of stimulating attention paid to them.Her first attention to them was Thomas’ mouth. Her husband took them gently into his mouth. I could tell it was gentle. I could hear her moans and his sucking sounds. I also noted her pussy creaming even more as she arched into him for all she was worth. Other hands that had caused her pain just moments before were tenderly caressing her arched body. Over hips, into leaking slot, over legs and puffing belly they ran. Noting harsh. Noting harmful, just loving attention from them all as she strained and came yet again at their actions.I remembered the way Jason had licked my clit between strap strokes when he installed my clit ring and I came to the conclusion that whenever rings were installed all concerned made sure that the recipient received the ultimate in care. All of us gals in the room may want and even need harsh treatment but there are times when gentle is appreciated. Ring installation is one of those times.I no longer had any doubts about my own nipples being pierced and having rings installed. None of those gathered were monsters. They truly cared for their partners and the others. It was really an odd revelation to understand, but it was true.What followed was a masterpiece as one or two at a time the guys flicked Karen as she stood fastened to her post. Each was careful and caring, making sure that Karen reached fulfillment with each. One or two were always at her newly ringed breasts, sucking gently, tugging enough to stimulate but not harm them as she went from one to the next climax.Thomas was the last to insert in her and when he pulled away he went and got a metal stand and placed it between her legs. At first I didn’t understand the significance of it. But when he attached a fat, vibrating dildo to the end and inserted it up her well flicked cunt, I sure as hell did.For the rest of the night Karen stood there, a vibrating dildo up her cunt, making her come about every fifteen minutes or so as occasionally one guy would walk by and caress her new rings. I don’t know how many times she came, but it was a very substantial amount before the night concluded and a very tired group ascended the stairs.Chapter 8I’ll report on Johnny and Susan next.Gone was the fighting spitfire of earlier. Johnny walked over to where he had left her chained to one of the wall brackets, her back pressed against the stone wall. As he approached her I couldn’t help but notice that his cock was definitely revitalizing the closer he got to her. Hands reached out and took hold of her ringed breasts and played with them, causing them to form all sorts of odd shapes. It was equally obvious that he was causing no pain at all.I remembered that she didn’t like harsh treatment to them, nor to her pussy. I also had no trouble recalling her request for the night was more weights attached to her nipple rings, a hot ass and a good old fashioned buggering. Her favorite. It seemed that Johnny was more than willing to do as she wanted.I had yet to feel any weights hanging from my one and only ring in my clit. But I sure as hell had seen a good demonstration of just how they could be used, starting with Betsy and later with Maggie. And as Johnny played with Susan’s I could hardly wait for mine, all of them, to be healed and ready for action.Susan’s tits were quite aroused before Johnny strolled over and selected his weapon for her to get her hot ass. Jesus! That was to be a certainty when I saw him take down a five foot flexible whip that one would imagine being used as a buggy whip in days gone by. Susan was no buggy horse but she did smile at his selection as with a twist of her body she stuck her ass out as she crossed her arms over her head in her chains. The cocky bitch was itching for her whipping.Legs spread for stability and an easier target, hands to elbows pressed into the stone wall, Susan tipped her ass back and turned her head to look over her shoulder as the whip whistled through the air at her offered ass.A swishing, snapping sound rocked through the room, followed by a deep gut groan from Susan as dear Johnny drew back for another stroke. The next one sounded just as delicious to my ears but by the time he had applied number twelve I had an added distraction. A distraction in the form Jason playing catch-a-boob. My boob to be exact.Almost all of the marks had at least began to fade on the front of me and I was more than willing to have him working away at me. I wasn’t ready for hot and heavy on my still healing clit, but tits were fine by me. I did my own version of arching my body into his grasp as I divided my attention between him and what he was doing to me and Johnny and Susan across the room.Johnny had exchanged flexible whip for a sturdy strap and all sounds changed. No longer did it whistle through the air, it more whooshed. And the sharp cracking sound changed to a deep heavy thud. The effect on Susan was noticeable too. Not only did her feet almost leave the floor with each application of the strap but her boobies did a bit of flopping too in time with each one landed.I wondered when he was going to get around to attaching weights to her tits, too. I was getting quite a charge out of weight watching lately and wanted to see some more. No sooner had I thought of it and Johnny was setting the strap aside and reaching for yet more weights.He didn’t bother with attaching chains like the others had. No, he attached his selected weights right to the rings themselves by means of the small hooks at the ends of them. Having observed other weights being used throughout the night I was still amazed at how large they appeared. And he didn’t stop at one per boobie either.Set one managed to pull her up pointing nipples straight out. Set two pulled them down. Set three almost folded them in half as I watched with unbelieving eyes. Then he attached the fourth set and even Susan gave a desperate groan. Gone was her casual leaning against the wall for support. She stood up straight, putting even more pull and force on them against her tits. But she looked anything like asking him to remove them as again he took up the strap and came at her ass.”Is that like something you’ve imagined,” Jason asked against my ear as I stared in total fascination at Susan’s tit jerking with each application of the strap to her already reddened ass. An ass, I might add, that was still tipped back in full agreement of it landing.It had been that way from day one. Jason’s ability to almost read my mind. I had long since given up on trying to know how he did it. I just accepted it as a fact, as I answered, “Yyyesss…”His warm hands played havoc with my hot tits as I imagined them being ringed and weights attached as I got my ass strapped to high heaven. I was picturing myself in Susan’s place, and perhaps in time I would be. But at the moment I was more than content to be where I was. Jason’s hands on me as I got my eyes and ears full of what was going on around me.Susan must have taken a good hundred strokes to her flaming ass before she called it quits and Johnny obliged by dropping the strap and trading it for his cock which he promptly stuffed her heated ass and the two of them lucked away as the weights flopped back and forth on her chest like a c***d’s toy in heated play.She had more than gotten her request I thought as I turned my divided attention to Carol and Barry.After devoting his attention to Karen and the installation of her nipple rings, Barry when back and collected Carol, who appeared to anxiously awaiting his return.I was still contemplating her comment that Barry had requested using hot items on her flesh as he led her across the room to a different sort of rack. The basic structure was that of an opened box. Carol was bound in the center of the sides, available from all angles as wrists and ankles were tied off. I had no doubts that she was strung up tight. I could see her muscles and tendons stretching beneath her skin.That fact might be why she was suddenly drenched in sweat, but I don’t think so. I think she was extremely nervous about Barry taking an inordinate amount of time adjust several iron rod in the small grill he had lit earlier. The smell of heating material had been lingering around my senses for some time and as he knelt in front of it my nose could smell nothing else. I’m sure Carol’s nose did the same.Naturally I had heard and even dreamed about hot objects coming into contact with my wicked flesh but up until then it had been that. A dream. Now I was on the verge of actually seeing it done. And believe me, seeing is much more arousing than just dreaming.Carol didn’t look all that sure either. I could see her trembling even as tight as she was bound to the box frame. But she made no protest as Barry approached with the first of the heated rods and began teasing her with it.The rod was red hot as he brought it to her just under her heaving titties and held it there long enough for her to feel the heat and try to pull away. Of course she couldn’t pull away. And of course he was just teasing. At least for a while.Again and again he’d bring a hot rod close to her. Again and again she would try to evade it. Her breathing was labored, coming in short gasps that made her shake within the framework. Time and again he brought them close and pulled them away. It was some time until I realized that he was talking to her, too.Taunting words. Words calling her a chicken when she flinched. But there was no real sarcasm in his voice. It was more like a game they played. All knew that when he wanted all he had to do was touch her skin with the rod. But he didn’t. He brought it close to her tits. Her opened pussy. Her muscle tight hips. It was as if he was waiting for something.And when Carol finally screamed, “Dammmnniitt… ahhh do it will you,” that the first one actually touched her. Dead center on her hard left nipple.She screamed, but not for long.It had been a tap. Not enough to burn, or even to scorch. It was the actual touching that made her scream, not pain. And she had the nerve to tell him so. In response to that comment, Barry smiled and exchanged cooling rod for a hot one and came back.I KNEW, just as Carol did, that this was it. This would be the one to burn her.Eyes wide, both mine and hers, we watched Barry bring the rod to her right nipple and press. Using just the very end he pressed her nipple into itself, pushing it into her breast as her screams made my ears hurt with the intensity of her agony.I watched seconds pass. Take it away, I begged silently. It’s too much. Can’t you see her pain?But as I was thinking that Jason whispered in my ear. “If he pulls away too soon it will pull her skin off. He’s not being cruel, Kate, he’s being considerate. Just relax. That’s it. Take a deep breath.”I hadn’t thought about that. Of course Jason was right. I knew he was but it did seem like an eternity before Barry withdrew the rod from her nipple. The instant he did, he dropped the rod, reached into a bucket I hadn’t noticed on the floor, grabbed something out of it and pressed his hand to Carol’s blistered nipple.With his hand wrapped around Carol’s tit I couldn’t see what he was holding so I asked Jason, who informed me that it was ice.Jesus!Fire and ice! What Carol’s body must be feeling!Her screams had faded to a mournful moan as her body shook in the framework that supported her. It did support her, she was hanging from her wrists as Barry continued to sooth away the heat he had just applied. I could tell they were talking, but couldn’t hear the words.Thus I was surprised as hell when again Barry reached for another rod and placed it against her flared ass cheek as Carol again was screaming. I was sure that I was not ready for that kind of pain. Hell, I screamed when I burnt myself on the oven.Milder heat, maybe. But not Barry style.I reconfirmed that opinion when he burnt her other ass cheek. Then the top of her slot. I could smell her hair burning with that one and knew that as far as accepting hot went, Carol far surpassed me in that category. Heated items, sure. But not red hot ones. I could definitely see why it had taken Barry a long, long time to convince Carol to submit to it. I didn’t think I ever would.But who knows. Maybe. If Jason really, really wanted it, I might. But not for some time at least. There was too much else I wanted to try.With the burning of the top of her pussy slot, Barry changed techniques. Using vastly cooler rods, but still quite warm ones, he proceeded to heat up Carol’s flesh. All of it: from boobies, to belly, to pussy and ass. She wiggled and put on a good show but we all knew that it was that. A show. Oh, yea, she screamed but only mild red marks were left in the rod’s wake as he covered her body.Finally he set the rods aside and took up several strands of thin rope. Thin rope that he used to bind up her breasts in. Around and around they went. Each circuit compressing her tits near her chest wall. Each rotation making her tits balloon and swell out in an amongst grotesque fashion.It was not grotesque to Carol. Hell, she loved it and no one had any doubts to that fact. As Barry wrapped more and more ropes around her tits I had no trouble recalling that the tit wrap was her reward for Barry’s rods. It was obvious that she thrived on having her boobs bound in yards and yards of rope.Soon her tits were a consistent shade of deep red. No longer could I see any evidence of the rod’s effects as with a twist Barry tied off the ends of the ropes and walked around her. A second later his cock was buried balls deep up her tipped back ass and they were fucking away like a couple of teenage rabbits in heat.I smiled and looked around the room.Betsy was still bound to the bench. The weight was still hanging from her clit ring. Her ass was flaming red from all the attention she had received.Maggie’s pussy lips looked to be about a mile long as she swung her weights. There was a huge smile on her face, too.Karen was still bound as she had been, her nipple rings pointing out for all to see as the vibrating dildo kept chugging away in her snatch.Susan was supporting her own breast weights as her ass glowed in the light.And Carol was radiant when Barry pulled away and ran a hand over her wrapped tits.As my eyes canvassed the room I also noted that all the men were now looking at me and Jason.My time had come!THE END

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