Please remember that this story is fantasy. A "quirk" is actually, from the description, a quirt. Also, strokes where you wrap a strap around someone are dangerous and not good technique. Please don't base your playing style on this story!
A
Happy Little Home “I
caught him staring at my tits again. He was at the kitchen window
watching me in the pool. I could tell he wanted a closer look” Cindy smiled at her
friend. “I want a closer look at hers. So does that mean you will be
able to pull it off?” Mary
nodded with a casual confidence. “He is coming over to put a hook in
the ceiling. I guarantee you that after he is done, he will be hanging
from it.” The young woman idly rubbed her crotch, and continued,
“Then you can play with her tits all you want. I want his ass!” As Tom knocked on
the door to the adjoining apartment, it occurred to him that his next
door tenants were getting more attention to their requests for service
than his wife was. He always tried to respond when asked to maintain or
improve one of his units, which is why it was not unusual that he come
over today to install a hook for hanging plants. Still there had been a
lot of requests lately, and he wondered if his wife had noticed how
eager he was to fulfill those requests. The
Duplex that he inherited from his parents, and now owned with his wife,
was large, attractive, and set back from the road on an oversized lot.
Though not new, it was very well kept, and he had never had difficulty
finding renters. And since he and his wife had no housing expense other
than taxes, the income from the property and a few others more than
satisfied their needs. Of course living in one of your own rental units
had its drawbacks, Tom thought, like not being able to avoid trips in
the middle of the night to fix toilets, but it had its advantages too.
This unit was always reserved for attractive women. Tom had met his wife
that way. And though she had disagreed with him on occasion since they
married about who should live there, they both agreed on the young
couple who lived there now. The
door opened, and Mary greeted him. “Over here. Between the front room
and dining room,” she said. “I want a big hook. One that will hold a
lot of weight.” “How
much weight,” Tom asked? “How
much do you weigh,” Mary asked? “200lbs.” “Then
at least that. But you better give it a margin of error. Make it
250lbs.” That, though Tom,
was why he wanted to rent to Mary and Cindy. Comments like that, though
innocent, could be taken in an entirely different way. As he gathered
his tools, Tom continued the train of thought that he had started
earlier. His wife had probably thought it safe to rent to a lesbian
couple, and not an overly attractive one at that. Not that they were
unattractive; just not gorgeous. Nonetheless, there was something about
both of them. Mary had a way of saying things, the comment about his
weight for example, and a way of posing and projecting an attitude that
made Tom think SEX! in capital letters. A conversation with her was
laced with commentary and double entendre that made keeping up with her
hard work. And though she was not a raving beauty, she was attractive,
with a fine, tight body from her work as a physical therapist and
trainer for a local university. Cindy
walked into the room, and asked, “Is Jenny home? I wanted to ask her
about some layouts I was doing.” “Sure,”
Tom said. “Just go over.” Jenny, his wife, and Cindy were both
graphic artists, and seemed to have formed a fast friendship. It was not
unusual for Cindy to go next door when he was here fixing things, and
Tom kind of liked the idea of their friendship distracting his wife from
how much time he was spending over here. She turned to leave, and Tom
added Cindy to his musing. Cindy was the prettier of the two, but in a
quiet way. She never seemed embarrassed by the comments of her lover,
but never echoed them either. Still she too carried herself in a way
that seemed to say she was
built for sex, and more than once he had seen her leer at him when he
and his wife were out by the pool. As she swished out the door he
remembered that more than once he had seen her in her professional
clothes, or out by the pool, and had a sudden urge to ask her if she had
ever considered swinging both ways. “Hey
stud!” Mary yelled. “Works that way,” pointing at the ceiling.
“Think you could get it hanging by Christmas?” Tom
smiled, noting how well the comment fit in with his inner commentary.
“Yes Ma’am. I’m going to work now,” he said. Tom mounted the
ladder, measured off the distances, found a ceiling joist, and tapped a
hole for the drill. As Mary took up a perch below him, Tom continued his
thoughts. Cindy gave him mild thoughts of infidelity; but Mary excited
him in a way made it hard for him to focus on his work when she was
around. And though she seemed to know it, she never backed down. She
also never encouraged him, so he guessed that she enjoyed the tension
she was causing, sort of saying, “Hope you like it, but you are never
getting any of it!” “Is
it hard,” she asked? “What
did you say,” Tom asked? “Finding
the stud. Drilling a hole tight,” Mary said. “You did it just right.
I bet it feels good to drill a hole right.” At it
again, Tom thought. He decided to play along. “I am good at drilling.
But in another sense its hard.” Putting down the drill, he picked up a
threaded collar. “Of course I have all the tools, and I practice a
with them a lot. You are not the first woman to notice how good I am
with my tool.” “You
talk too much. I want to see you use your tools. But I don’t want to
hear you talk about them. Maybe I should gag you.” Tom was
about to say something, but quickly decided that the game could be
played better by not saying anything. Instead, he closed his mouth,
sucking his lips in, as if he had
been gagged. It did not take that much longer to tighten the collar,
then thread in and tighten the hook. Climbing down he removed the
ladder, and cleaned up the small mess he made. “Nice to see you
are already domesticated,” Mary said. “It leaves less work for a
woman to do.” More
double talk. “Anything else, Ma’am?” “Yeah.
I want you to test it for me.” “What
do you want to hang there,” Tom said? “You, you stupid
shit. Cindy will keep your wife busy for a while. I want you to put
these on.” She tossed toward him a set of leather cuffs, lined with
thick lambs wool. “Lets see if that thing will hold what you said it
will.” Tom
stared, dumbfounded for the first time in his adult life. “NOW!”
Mary yelled. Tom
bend over to pick up the cuffs, slowly beginning to realize that not all
of the commentary was meant just to tease. Though he did not know where
this was going, or how far he wanted it to go, he thought it too good an
opportunity to pass up. While
Tom fit the cuffs on, Mary left the room, returning quickly with a short
chain, a stepping stool, and a small pad about two inches thick. Setting
the pad just under the hook, she waited for Tom to finish, then said,
“Stand here.” Then, after tightening the cuffs, she set the stool
down next to him, and climbing so she could reach the hook, attached one
end of the chain to it. “Reach
up your arms,” she said. Tom did so. Mary grabbed his wrists and
hooked the cuffs to the chain. Climbing down, she bend over, and yanked
the pad out from under Tom’s feet. Tom stumbled, and when he regained
his balance, found that his arms were stretched tight, with his heels
just barely touching the ground. “Nice,” Mary
said. “Just right. With a leg spreader on, you will be hanging from
your arms. Of course,” she continued, “You will be able to touch
ground with your toes. You will NOT believe how much that hurts after a
while.” Walking
up to him, Mary grabbed Tom’s head, and pulled him close, and gave him
a kiss. Even in his precarious position Tom had to admit is was one of
the best kisses he had ever had, with lots of tongue and authority.
Breaking the kiss, she stepped back and said, I can’t wait to get
those clothes off you, so I had better call Cindy and your wife over.” “Hey!” Tom
yelled. “Hey, no don’t! I didn’t agree to this! Don’t tell my
WIFE!” “You
ARE a stupid shit. What do you think Cindy and your wife have been
talking about all this time? They are probably wondering what has taken
so long, and are as sick of waiting for your slow ass as I am!” Mary
walked to the door, and turning as she got there, said “Don’t go
anywhere. I want to show you how good I am with MY tools!” Tom
stared, mouth open, as the door closed. “I
will believe it when I see it,” Jenny said. “I
swear. You know what a hound he is, sniffing at every bitch in the
neighborhood. If she didn’t try to get him to play along, he probably
would suggest it himself. By now she has him tied up, and is getting
ready to call us.” As if on cue, Mary knocked at the door. “Come
in!” Jenny said. Cindy giggled at the emphasis in her voice. “I
caught a pig!” Mary said. “He is strung up waiting for you. I
haven’t stuck him yet, but you should have seen the blood drain out of
him anyway. Ready to watch the fun?” Cindy slipped
an arm through Jenny’s arm. “Come along. This will be even better
than you think.” Tom had a look of
fear, mixed with embarrassment as the three women walked in. “Jenny,
I..” he tried to say as they approached, but Mary cut him off by
rushing up and punching him in the stomach. She waited for a moment as
he tried to catch his breath, then said, “I told you, you talk too
much. So I am going to gag you. But just remember, at times I am going
to take it out. If you talk without permission, I will hurt you.” She
laughed, and said. “I am going to hurt you anyway. So let me put it
another way. If you talk when you are not supposed to, I will hurt you
bad. REAL BAD!” Then grabbing his ear, she twisted it all the way
around, and said, “Understand? Just nod your response!” Tom
violently shook his head, and Mary released his ear. Blinking the tears
from his eyes, he looked at her. Mary stood there, smiling, obviously
enjoying his pain. Looking past her he saw Cindy, also smiling, with her
trade-mark leer. But the surprise was Jenny. He expected, if not
outright defense, then at lease shock and protest to show on her face at
how he was being treated. Instead what he saw was lust, a look he had
not seen on her for a long time, and never to that degree. He remembered
a comment he had heard once from a girl in school, that just as every
man was potentially a rapist, every woman was one act away from being
femdom. Looking at her, he believed that, and began to get afraid. “Lets
get comfortable,” Cindy said. “This is going to be a long show.”
She led Jenny to a large, overstuffed captain’s chair that Mary had
placed in front of her husband. Jenny had always admired the chair with
its unusually heavy arms with thick padding. Suddenly she understood the
cryptic comment Cindy had once made about her looking forward to showing
her how well designed the chair was. Cindy sat in the chair, and to
Jenny’s surprise, pulled her down on top of her. Then, as Cindy held
her close, Mary came over and tied her forearms to the arms of the chair
with silk scarfs. “What’s
this for!” she said? “That’s
so you don’t try and keep me from doing this...” Cindy replied, as
she began to open the top buttons on Jenny’s blouse. “And this,”
she said, as she slipped her hand into Jenny’s blouse, and began to
gently caress her breast. An audible sigh slipped from Cindy’s throat,
and though Jenny tensed, the gentle touch quickly relaxed her, as her
hips began to move in unison with Cindy’s movement. Mary
watched the two women settle into the chair, and took the opportunity to
admire Jenny’s bust. It was Cindy that had the big fetish for breasts,
but Jenny’s were remarkable, not for their size, but rather their
perfect shape. They sat high on her chest, round and firm, always with
her nipples protruding, regardless of what Jenny wore. That, more than
anything, was what drove Cindy to plan their domination of the two. And
even Mary had to admit that she was eager to see those breasts and
nipples in the flesh, without the tease of cloth covering them. “Ah,
well,” Mary said. “Back to work. First of all, lets muzzle this
dog.” Reaching into a bag, she came out with a ball gag that she
slipped over his head, pushing the ball deep in his mouth, then cinched
it tight. She then held his nose closed to see if he could breath around
the gag; he could not, which was what she wanted. Jenny
laughed. “You guys seem to be confused. So far you have called him a
hound, a pig, and a dog.” “Tommy
boy will be many kinds of animal before Mary is done with him,” Cindy
said. “So right,” Mary
said. “He will be my dog later. And I expect him to do some pony work
too. I am also going to stuff him like a turkey. But right now,” she
said, as the blade of a switch blade magically appeared from the palm of
her hand, “he is pure chicken.” All three women enjoyed the squeak
Tom made when the knife appeared. Mary had palmed the blade when she got
the gag out of the bag, and had waited to spring it on him in just this
way. The effect was everything she had hoped it would be. “Don’t you hate
it when some jackass comes to a party over dressed,” said Mary? Jenny giggled at the addition to the animal menagerie.
“Lets see,” she continued, “if I can’t fix that.” Taking
the blade, Mary slit Tom’s t-shirt from the his left sleeve to his
collar, then walking behind him, did the same to the right side of his
shirt. Then walking back in front of him, she slit his shirt from hem to
collar. Mary held the tip of the blade under Tom’s jaw, then yanked
his shirt away in a swift movement. Tom’s face paled even more, and
sweat began to form all over his body. Mary could not contain her
excitement as she took the blade, and cut through his belt in one firm
motion. She snapped the waist button off, then turning the blade, cut
his pants from waist to crotch. Then walking behind him, she reached
between his legs, stuck the blade into his crotch where she had ended
the first cut, and continued to cut through his pants from crotch to the
waist band in back of the pants. All the while Tom was making squeaking
noises, waiting for the feel of steel on his genitals, and was surprised
when Mary finished without his being cut. Mary squatted
down next to his left leg, and cut through his shoe laces, then sliced
up his shoe, then cut his sock to ribbons. She then grabbed the cuff of
his pant leg, and cut from cuff to waist, letting the cloth fall to the
floor when done. Walking to the other side she repeated the performance.
When she was done Tom hung from his arms, naked except for his
underwear, barely able to keep weight off them by standing, shaking and
breathing rapidly through his nose. Standing close in front of him, her
nose almost touching his, she made two final cuts, from leg hole to
waist in the front of his jockey shorts. He almost fainted when she
stepped back underwear in hand, leaving him completely naked. Mary took
a step back, bent over, and sticking her tongue out, touched it to the
skin over his crotch. She then slowly straightened up,
running her tongue from his crotch to the point of Tom’s chin.
She then turned to the two women who had been watching. Cindy
and Jenny watched the show in silence, but not impassively. Cindy first
pulled Jenny close to her, then returned her right hand to Jenny’s
left breast, slowly stroking it through her bra. She took her left hand
and slid it up Jenny’s leg until her hand was resting on the bound
woman’s cunt. Cindy used her forefinger to trace Jenny’s lips,
feeling the wetness that had soaked the cloth of her underwear. She then
pulled down on Jenny’s panties so that there was some slack, then used
her finger to push the cloth into Jenny’s cunt. Swirling her finger
around, Cindy soaked up as much of the young woman’s juices as she
could, and was rewarded by several groans and a gentle bucking back and
forth on Cindy’s lap. By the time Mary had finished her show,
Cindy’s hand and Jenny’s panties were soaked through. Cindy lifted
her hand to her mouth, and licked her fingers, making satisfied tasting
sounds. “Yum!
I can’t wait to suck on more of this!”, she said. Mary
walked back the two women, and addressing Jenny, said “are you ready
for the real show?” “Pull
her panties off first,” Cindy said. Mary knelt down and pulled the
panties off as Jenny lifted her legs off the floor. Feeling the soaked
panties, Mary lifted them to her nose, and smiled. “I have a use for
these later,” she said. Walking back to Tom, she rubbed them on his
face, squeezing some cunt juice into his nose, and said, “I bet you
never made you wife this hot!” She then took the panties and shoved
them into her own crotch. “This is to keep them fresh. You will
appreciate that later.” Mary
walked over to the bag sitting on the coffee table, and began pulling
out implements. She then began to arrange a series of whips and crops,
obviously mulling over which to use first. “This one, I think,” she
said, and held up a three foot long quirk. It was leather covered, and
very thin. “Just a few to begin, ok?” Her words and voice made it
sound like there was a choice, but Mary’s eyes showed that there was
no choice, and that this was just the beginning. Walking behind Tom, she
pulled her arm back and swung at his ass. First forehand, then backhand,
she swung her arm back and forth. Each time she left a dark read streak
on the outside of his ass. Tom twisted and turned, and tried to move out
of the way; Mary just followed him, never missing a beat as her arm
moved back and forth. She stopped when had counted thirty full swings. Cindy
knew what Mary was going to do, and continued to hold Jenny close,
cupping her breast in her right hand. She held her left hand in front of
Jenny’s cunt, forefinger gently curled, anticipating the first blow.
When it hit, Jenny jerked forward, impaling herself on Cindy’s finger.
From that point on, each stroke was matched by a thrust in Jenny’s
pelvis as she fucked herself on Cindy’s finger. Jenny did not cum by
the time Mary stopped, but she was incredibly excited. Mary
walked in front of Tom, and whispered in his ear, “tell me how many
times I hit you, and I won’t hit you again!” Tom
looked at her through tear filled eyes, and said the first number that
came to mind. “Wrong
answer, shit-for-brains! Now the real fun begins!” Walking
back to the table, Mary put down the quirk, and picked up a long, thin
leather strap. “This,” she said, “hurts as much as anything I have
ever used. Lets see how much you like it.” Mary started behind him,
swinging the strap into him at chest level. The strap wrapped around
him, from back to front, almost encircling his body. Tom’s scream, and
the dance he made to try and get away were everything Mary expected. She
knew from experience that, if done right, this caused as much damage as
it could without cutting the skin. The effect was a burn-like trauma
that left a bright red mark, which slowly turned black, then purple,
then yellow several day later. The trick, she thought, was in the wrist.
You have to snap it. You can tell when you do it right by the sound.
Each snap resulted in a crack of leather on skin, pounding of feet that
try to get away, and the muffled screams of your victim. At
first Tom tried to move away from the blows, but soon his body, or his
will, gave out, and he hung from the chain. Mary began to move slowly
around him, covering every inch of skin from his armpits to his hips.
After a very long time his skin was uniformly red, and each new blow was
greeted by a pathetic groan, and a sharp intake of air through Tom’s
noise. In the chair Cindy had her mouth on Jenny’s neck, licking and
sucking, as both women watched intently how Mary methodically and
relentlessly tortured Jenny’s husband. Mary
stepped back to examine her work, walking once around him to see if she
had missed a spot. “Looking good, my boy,” she said. “Just one
more thing I want to do with this.” Mary stood about three feet in
front, and slightly to the side of Tom. Then drawing the strap back, she
snapped it like a towel toward his chest. Hours of practice had resulted
in Mary being able to snap a fly out of the air with her strap. Now she
was aiming at Tom’s nipples, and each crack of leather strip resulted
in the tip biting one or the other. The new and intense pain caused Tom
to rear up and scream into his gag, dancing about trying to avoid the
blows. Mary just followed him as he spun around, each snap landing where
she aimed it, each one leaving blood as the tip cut into Tom’s
nipples. Mary finally stopped when Tom again drooped in his chains, head
hanging down. She stepped up, and pulled his head back to see if he was
still conscious, and he was, though just barely. “You
need a break, Tommy boy,” she said. “And
I can’t wait any longer,” said Cindy. She untied first one, then the
other scarf that held Jenny on top of her. “Come with me,” she said,
and taking Jenny’s hand, led her to a bedroom. Jenny looked back at
her husband, and saw Mary stroking his hair, making the kind of noises a
woman makes to sooth a crying baby. “Don’t worry about him,” Cindy
said. “Mary’s not going to kill him. I doubt if she will even damage
him permanently, though that is up to him. You can check up on him
later...after I am done with you.” A shiver ran through Jenny as she
let herself be led away. Mary
stopped petting Tom’s head, and said, “Time to get back to work.”
She left the room for a moment, and returned with a broomstick that had
an eye-bolt set about six inches from each end, with a snap on link
attached to each eye-bolt. She set it down in front of him, and then
went to the bag on the coffee table. She returned with two more cuffs,
then kneeling down, attached the cuffs to each leg, then one end of the
stick to his left leg. Looking up, she said, “Time for you to learn
how to fly!”, and grabbed his right leg. Pulling it up, she attached
that ankle cuff to the other end of the stick. Dropping the assembly,
she stood up and watched Tom swing forward and back. As predicted his
feet could not touch the floor with the spreader holding his legs apart.
The added pressure on his arms did not cause him any more pain–he
already was in far greater pain from the beating–but Mary knew that it
would be days before he regained the strength in his arms. And by the
end of that period he would be completely broken, and no threat to
retaliate. “I
could not get your legs and ass properly while you could still touch the
floor, and this will make two nice targets for me to work on. You
know,” she said, “you have nice legs. Strong enough to take a real
beating. Even though you have been a good boy so far, I think I am
really going to hurt them. Trust me, I know just how far to go. I can
make you a cripple for a day, a week,...or forever. Remember that.”
Seeing that her words barely registered in Tom’s mind, she went to her
bag and returned with a syringe and a bottle. “This,” she said, is
mostly vitamins, but it has a mix of stimulants. It will make you more
attentive. Oh, and it heightens the pain response too. That’s why you
don’t use it for training. But,” she said in a husky voice, so
chilling that it cut through the fog in Tom’s brain, “It will work
just fine for training you!” Mary gave Tom the shot, and then took the
gag from his mouth. She stood back and watched the drugs take effect. At
first Tom merely felt as if he had been woken up. But then the pain hit,
worse than before. His skin felt on fire, and his muscles began to
vibrate, causing the chain to clink in an almost musical way. “Very
good,” Mary said. “I think you are ready for more. I know I am!”
Reaching into her panties, she said, “Oh, I almost forgot! I have a
new gag for you. We don’t want to disturb the two of them having fun.
But this will help you remember what they are doing.” She removed her
hand from her crotch, holding his wife’s panties. Then stepping
forward, she shoved them into Tom’s mouth. “I have a special gag,
called a pear, that was used in medieval torture. If you let that fall
from your mouth, I will use it on you.” Grabbing his hair and pulling
his head back, she spoke directly into his face for emphasis. “If I do
that I will cause permanent damage. Don’t make me do that. Do you
understand?” Tom
violently shook his head, and said, “Yes! Yes!” into the gag. “Now
what did I tell you about talking?” Mary said. “I hope you liked
that little trick with your nipples, because you have just earned the
same treatment for your nuts. I recommend that you clench your teeth;
you don’t want to lose those panties when you scream!” Mary
picked up the strap, and drew her arm back. Tom started screaming before
the first blow hit, but it was nothing compared to the screams he made
after the tip connected with his testicles. His kicking caused him to
spin slowly around, but Mary merely walked around with him, never
missing the rhythm of her stroke, each one ending with the snap of
leather against Tom’s balls. Long after he would have passed out from
the pain, Tom was still kicking and screaming, kept awake by the shot of
stimulants. Finally, Mary stepped back and said, “Next time do exactly
what I say, or I will hurt you even worse. Now lets get back to marking
your legs. The longer it takes me to finish, the longer you will be
hanging there.” Mary pulled her arm back, and started the long, slow
stroke that resulted in the strap whipping around Tom’s right leg.
Pulling it back, she repeated her swing. It took a very long time to
finish with that leg; then she started on the other. Cindy
led Jenny to the bedroom, mildly surprised at how acquiescent Jenny was
being. She knew that Jenny had been starved for sex–Jenny had admitted
that the last several months had been boring for both her and Tom, not
that Tom had ever been that good in bed–but this seemed out of
proportion to mere boredom. Cindy began to suspect that Jenny had had
dominant tendencies before this, and perhaps had never cared much for
her husband anyway. “Sit
there,” Cindy said, pointing at the largest futon bed Jenny had ever
seen. “Strip for me.” Jenny blushed, but
began to loosen the remaining buttons on her blouse. Cindy could barely
contain herself as she watched Jenny slowly remove her top, exposing her
bra. Jenny unsnapped the button on her skirt, then lifting her ass off
the bed, slid the garment down her legs. She then bent down and slipped
her house shoes off. Each item was neatly set on the floor, next to the
bed. The slow progress made Cindy as hot as she had ever seen. She
wanted to jump up and tear Jenny’s clothes off of her, but was
enjoying the show too much to have it end so soon. So she sat, feeling
the excitement and anticipation grow in her loins, vowing to make Jenny
pay for teasing her. Jenny slowly undid
the hooks on her bra, then allowed the shoulder straps to fall off.
Still holding it on, she reach over with one hand and slid the straps
off first one arm, then the other. Then, refusing to look Cindy in the
eyes, slid the bra off her breasts. Cindy
groaned as she got her first unobstructed view of Jenny’s breasts.
They were better than she had anticipated, even better than she had
hoped. Jenny paused for a moment, then starting at her shoulders, ran
her hands down her body, over her breasts, and down to her thighs.
Reversing the motion, she rubbed her hands up her body, stopping this
time at her breasts, cupping them and rolling her nipples between her
thumbs and forefingers. “Show
me how you pleasure yourself,” Cindy said. “I
don’t...” “Don’t
lie to me!” Cindy yelled. “We both no Tommy boy’s no bargain in
bed. Show me how you have been making do!” “Jenny
continued to roll her nipples, then bent her head down to lick first
one, then the other. She ran her tongue around the areola of one breast,
then sucked her nipple into her mouth. She did this several times to one
breast, then repeated the action to her other one. Going back to the
first one, she started again, but this time used her other hand to
spread the lips of her cunt, and finding her clit, began to rub it in a
circular motion. Cindy
watched intently, looking for clues to what turned on Jenny the most.
She had not intended to let Jenny cum, but it came on so fast that she
decided to watch her do it. She was fascinated how Jenny’s whole body
expressed her orgasm, and was pleased to learn that one orgasm merely
whetted Jenny’s appetite for more sex, watching her closely as Jenny
redoubled the rubbing of her clit. Stepping
forward, Cindy grabbed Jenny’s hand, pulling it away from her crotch.
“Lay back on the bed,” she said. “Lift you arms over your head.”
Jenny did as she was told. Cindy pulled ropes from the top of the bed
and tied Jenny’s arms, then moved down to the foot of the bed and did
the same with her ankles. Though loose, the ropes would not let Jenny
free herself. Then kneeling between Jenny’s legs, she began to
undress. Standing to slip off her pants and panties, Cindy knelt back
down and said, “Let me show you how you should be treated,” and bent
down to begin sucking on the inner part of Jenny’s thigh. Cindy ran
her tongue up Jenny’s body, stopping at the woman’s belly button to
drill her tongue into it, and was rewarded with Jenny’s hips rising up
to meet her. “Not so
fast, you big tease,” she said. “Now its your turn to wait.”
Continuing her journey up Jenny’s body, she stopped this time at her
right breast. “Now how were you doing that she said?” and preceded
to repeat the motions she had just witnessed. Cindy rubbed her tongue
around Jenny’s nipple, then sucked it hard. She raised her head, and
kept sucking, allowing the nipple to pop free just before it became
painful. She repeated the action again, and again, listening to the
effect on Jenny. As the woman’s groans grew, and her body writhed to
the stimulation of her breast, Cindy began to make sounds of
satisfaction, adding a “Yum!” here and there. After several minutes
of teasing one breast, Cindy traced her tongue over to the other.
Pulling her head back, she looked at Jenny and said, “Yum, YUM!”
then began again, but this time she allowed her hip to grind into
Jenny’s cunt. Jenny
groaned in pleasure as her movements were now rewarded by pressure on
her clit. Almost immediately she came, though it did nothing but make
her desperate for even more stimulation. Cindy kept on,
somehow sensing that this was making Jenny more hot, not less, allowing
her to orgasm again and again. After a bit, Cindy pulled back, and watch
in pleasure as the frustration of not being able to cum forced Jenny
back to earth. “Do
you want to cum,” she asked? “Do you want to really cum?” “Yes,
yes, oh god, YES!” Without
a word, Cindy slid down to Jenny’s cunt. She kissed it gently, letting
the girl grind her hips into Cindy’s lips. Then, bending her head,
Cindy slid her tongue between Jenny’s cunt lips and, moving up, licked
Jenny’s cunt from her groin to her clit. Jenny screamed in pleasure,
and twisted her hips to try and maintain contact. Cindy smiled, and
repeated the motion. Again, and again Cindy teased Jenny’s cunt,
building tension, but being careful not to let her come this time.
Periodically she would stop altogether and kiss around Jenny’s cunt,
listening to the young woman beg for release. Finally, when Jenny’s
cries became a constant stream of begging and pleading, Cindy sucked
Jenny’s clit into her mouth, and trapping it gently between her teeth,
flicked the clit gently with her tongue. Faster and faster she licked,
still holding Jenny’s clit, first through one violent orgasm, then on
to the next, and the next, never allowing Jenny to relax, or fall back
down, until finally, with a scream, Jenny had one massive orgasm and lay
still. Cindy
released Jenny’s clit, but continued to kiss and lick her cunt. Slowly
Jenny began to revive. Just as Jenny began to move her hips in response
to Cindy’s motions, Cindy pulled away. “No,” she said. “If you
want more, you have to earn it.” Slowly, Cindy slid her body up
Jenny’s. She paused with her crotch over Jenny’s breast, and on a
whim, reached down to tease her own clit with the nipple of Jenny’s
right breast. Jenny’s reaction was as pleasing as it was surprising:
she screamed, “God, YES, YES!” and arched her back to push her
breast into Cindy’s cunt. Cindy ground her cunt onto Jenny’s breast,
and rode out her first orgasm. She pulled away before the glow began to
fade, and moved her cunt over Jenny’s mouth. “I
hope you were paying attention,” she said, “because I like it done
the same way,” and lowered herself onto Jenny. Jenny
began to lick Cindy’s cunt, and to Cindy’s surprise, did a fine
imitation of her best technique. After all the foreplay and stimulation,
Cindy came after a few licks, while Jenny, like Cindy before her,
continued to flick her tongue back and forth over Cindy’s clit. On and
on it went till Cindy literally fell off of Jenny’s face. So tired was
she from cuming, that she finished the last one by rubbing her
forefinger on her own clit and squeezing her breast, while Jenny tried
in vain to reach her. A short
time later Cindy groaned, and rolled next to Jenny. As the women kissed,
they made love sounds, and small jokes about how good the other was.
Cindy reached up and untied Jenny’s arms, then helped Jenny free her
legs. After a hug, Cindy asked, “Ready to see what Mary has done to
your husband? He might need help by now!” “Lets!” As the women entered
the room they saw Mary just finishing tying Tom to the coffee table.
“Great,” she said. “Just in time. I was just about to move onto
the next phase of my little fuck-toy’s education.” Tom lay
on his stomach across the table. Mary had long since finished making his
entire body a uniform read color, whipping him relentlessly with the
leather strap. She then had taken out a two foot long piece of
fiberglass rod, barely an eighth of an inch think, and proceeded to whip
him first one way, then at right angles to that. The effect was a
crisscrossing of red marks that looked not unlike he had been turned on
a grill. Each of the marks bled where they crossed, and they crossed all
over his body. “I
just gave him another shot to wake him up. Toward the end he had begun
to doze off on me, but he’s raring to go again.” Walking behind him,
Mary said, “I was about to take him up the ass, but its your choice
how I do it. I can do it just for humiliation, or I can hurt him. What
do you want?” The two
women had again settled in the chair. This time though Jenny’s hands
were free, and both were stroking each others breasts. Cindy looked at
Jenny, who smiled a cold smile, tinged with lust. “Hurt him. A lot.” Mary
ran her hand down Tom’s back and said to him, “Ah, sorry love. I was
going to be gentle. But you just don’t cross the lady of the house.”
Kneeling on the ground behind him, Mary said, pay close attention,
because you will never be the same again after this!” Mary
took a tube of lotion from the bag on the floor, and squeezed most of it
into Tom’s ass. She then pushed her forefinger into his ass, and
pulled it back out. Tom screamed in pain. Jenny looked on in surprise,
and Cindy laughed at her reaction. “Watch
closely! Look what she is doing with her fingers.” Jenny
looked at Mary’s hand and realized that she was putting her finger in
straight, but curling it as she pull it out, letting her nail scrape the
sphincter. Again and again Mary hooked his ass. After a few minutes ,
she began to use two fingers, then alternated her fingers with her
thumbs. “I
think he is ready,” she said, then placing her left hand on the small
of his back said, “ready or not!” and rammed her fist into Tom’s
ass. Tom tried to lift himself off of the table, but only managed to
lift the table legs a bit. All of the women burst out laughing as Mary,
her hand now relaxed, pulled it out of Tom’s ass. Reversing the
motion, she slid her open hand into his ass, then as quickly as before,
made a fist, and pulled it out as hard and fast as she could. Tom began
a scream that continued till he was out of breath, then took a deep lung
full of air, and screamed again. After
several times fisting his ass, Mary sat back on her heels, and looked
quizzically at her lover. Cindy just nodded, then turned to Jenny.
“Watch this!” she said. Mary
relaxed her right hand, and slid it up Tom’s ass. Then keeping it
there, she did the same with her left hand. Tom tried in vain to pull
away, screaming in pain. “Watch!”
Cindy said. A strange look fell over Tom’s face. Jenny realized that
Mary was closing her fists inside his ass, and spreading her arms apart.
A low, loud growl of pain started deep in his throat. Mary waited as it
built, waited as his body began to realized that he had met, and passed
his limits. Waited while his mind struggled with, then gave up any
control of his own soul. Waited, then when she knew he could not take
any more, she yanked her hands out together, spreading his anus as wide
as her strength would allow. Tom’s
cry ended in a squeak, and he passed out. Mary looked over, and saw
Cindy and Jenny kissing and rubbing each others clit. Mary looked back
at Tom’s unconscious body, and began to rub her own clit until she
came. The
next morning they helped Tom up, though no one could find a position
that was comfortable. The day before he would have been shocked that
Jenny laughed at his pain; now it just seemed natural. Mary informed him
that, when he was able, she wanted a few improvements to the apartment. “I want the
wall between the two apartments removed,” Mary said.
“After you finish, you can get to work on converting one room
to a dungeon. After all,” she said, “I need my pleasure from this
relationship too!” Briefly
Tom objected to the new arrangement, but the women took turns convincing
him how much better it was going to be. All in all his objection delayed
his recovery by several days.
Jenny idly ran her
forefinger up and down the lips of Cindy’s cunt, and mused how funny
it was how things turned out. She could always tell when someone wanted
her, and had always used her body to get the things she wanted. Five
minutes after talking to Tom about renting the apartment she knew that
he was going to make a pass at her, and knew that she would soon be
married to him. After all it was the perfect arrangement: free rent, a
husband who could be manipulated, and an endless supply of people
auditioning next door. And when Cindy and Mary moved in, one look in
Cindy’s eyes told her that Cindy would soon provide an opportunity to
go back to her college habit of swinging both ways. But there was no way
she could have known that her lover, Mary, also swung both ways, and was
into dominating men. So now she had Mary teaching Tom how to be a better
lover, and keeping him submissive to boot. “Good,” Jenny thought as
she laughed to herself, and began to kiss Cindy’s cunt. Let Mary do
the heavy lifting. When Mary was done with him, Tom would be as good in
bed as he was around the house. Jenny began to lick Cindy’s cunt, and
she responded by spreading her legs, and groaning. Now Jenny had the
best of both worlds. She was living comfortably, had a good job, and was
secure. And she had a mix of lovers who gave her all the sex she needed.
Its what she always wanted. A happy little home.
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