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Chapter 44 D&S in Suburbia
“This is delicious. What’s in it,” asked Stacy?
“Corn and tomato salad with shrimp and watercress, I got it off the Food Network WEB site. It’s low carb,” said Kendra.
“Rabbit food but healthy and full of the energy to power your whip arm,” said Lloyd before adding, “It’s delicious, too.”
“Let’s go over the program while we eat,” said Kendra handing the others a stapled set of pages. “This is almost identical to the one I emailed you; however I added some margin notes to help you understand the role-play.
“I’ve done role-play once before,” said Stacy recalling her evening with the Russo’s where she played a high school student.
“And how did it go?” asked Lloyd?
“Fine, I was nervous at the start but I got my head into it after a while,” said Stacy.
“I’m looking forward to being your mother,” said Portia looking sternly at Kendra.
“And I’m looking forward to being punished for being a bad daughter,” said Kendra doing her best to look terrified.
“Do you have a safe word,” asked Portia after glancing at the pages to commit them to memory?
“Safe words are for whimps,” said Lloyd.
“If you follow the program, we shouldn’t need one. Lloyd and I have submitted to this particular regimen before and we can handle it,” said Kendra.
“Christ, I’m getting horny just reading it,” said Lloyd holding the sheet up. “I prefer woman as dominants, especially beautiful ones.”
“Me too,” said Stacy envisioning how she would carry out each step of the long program. She also made a note to brutally punish Lloyd for flirting with her in front of his wife.
“How long should this take,” asked Portia? “We’re in no rush but I want to pace it correctly.”
“About two hours, take your time and don’t hurry. There’s a place in the program for you to take a break. I suggest at least a half hour. That should allow us sufficient suffering time,” said Lloyd.
“Suffering time, I like that,” said Stacy studying the program as she ate.
“In our opinion, no S&M program is complete without a period in which the submissive is left to enjoy his agony,” said Kendra. “Just turn out the lights and leave us in the dark to meditate on the error of our ways.”
“What’s the longest you’ve ever suffered,” asked Portia?
“All night, as I recall. But that’s only with a very experienced master and mistress. Loss of circulation is a serious risk in those situations,” said Lloyd. “S&M is not without its concerns. It must be approached with care.”
“Thirty minutes it is,” said Stacy. “Portia and I can play video games.”
“How did you two find Leslie Cabot’s weekend of illicit sex,” asked Lloyd?
“I enjoyed it. It isn’t often you get to screw your brains out for a good cause,” said Stacy. “At the banquet, I lost all my inhibitions and misbehaved.”
“Stacy got the orgy started. She threw off her dress and danced naked on the table. She let the men drink champagne from her pussy and ass. It was incredibly decadent,” said Kendra.
“Our Stacia displayed a never before seen talent for accurately squirting it in the mouths of her admirers,” said Portia. “Her aim was amazing.
“How erotic. What were you doing while all this was happening, Portia?” asked Lloyd.
“Using all three orifices to service every cock and pussy within reach,” said Portia. I couldn’t allow Stacy and Kendra to misbehave without me.”
“Later they organized a fuck line so each of the donors could say he stuck his cock in all thirty two vaginas,” said Kendra. “Leslie didn’t want anyone to go home disappointed.”
“Next morning it felt like I had thirty two cocks in all three of my holes. It was quite an experience,” said Stacy.
“You were Kendra’s golf partner,” said Lloyd looking toward Portia.
“Yes, we sucked and fucked our way through eighteen holes plus our own,” said Portia.
“At each tee, we were shoulder to shoulder leaning on the back of the golf cart taking it dog style,” said Kendra.
“Kendra said she had a great time and you made her laugh,” said Lloyd.
“I never knew golf could be so much fun. Having sex while enjoying a spectacular view of the White Mountains made me feel much closer to nature,” said Portia.
“Portia and I had sushi for breakfast,” said Kendra referring to the oral sex they provided the Japanese automobile executives.
“Portia, Kendra said you were a world renown expert on identifying male ethnicity by tasting their semen,” said Lloyd.
“My expertise is hardly world renown. But I spent several summer at music camps where I sampled the ejaculate of different nations. There were musicians from many counties present. It was a sort of mini-UN,” said Portia.
“And what was your favorite,” asked Lloyd?
“Indian men were my personal choice. The combination of curry spices and a vegetarian diet gave their semen a exotic flavor when it landed on your taste buds,” said Portia recalling the pleasant evenings she performed orally on the two brothers from New Delhi who played cello at the Saratoga Camp for Gifted Young Musicians.
“I started feeding Lloyd more fish when I got back from the weekend. Fish flavored semen is delicious and contains Omega-3 fat,” said Kendra. “What’s your preference, Stacy?”
“Italian,” said Stacy without hesitating. “Extra virgin olive oil with a hint of fresh percorrino parmesan is difficult to beat in my view. But I enjoy having a warm load in my mouth regardless of nation of origin,” said Stacy.
“An equal opportunity blow job artist,” said Portia.
“It would be wrong to refuse to suck someone’s cock due to ethnicity,” said Kendra.
“Oral discrimination is just plain wrong. It’s not forbidden in the Constitution but it should be,” said Stacy.
“You women are hilarious. Ready to start,” asked Lloyd taking his dishes to the sink?
The four, eager to begin the S&M program, quickly cleaned up the kitchen. Kendra showed Portia and Stacy to a bedroom where they could change into their dominatrix attire.
“When you’re dressed, come downstairs to the dungeon. Your slaves will be eagerly awaiting their punishment,” said Kendra before leaving.
They quickly changed into the outfits Portia had carefully selected. They dressed identically in plain high-heeled pumps, slutty fish net stockings held up by a garter belt, and micro mini skirts slit up the side to reveal the were not wearing underpants. They were nude from the waist up. Everything was black and acquired by Portia from their local Good Will store.
Their skirts concealed the nylon straps of the harness for the new style strapon cocks Portia had somehow acquired.
“Oh that’s nice,” said Stacy inserting the odd shaped dildo into her vagina and moving it back and forth several times.
“The strapon kit is a modular design created by a company owned and operated by women. It only came on to the market three months ago. So it’s state-of-the-art.”
“This part certainly works for me,” said Stacy flexing her abdomen to press her G-spot against the dildo.
“According to the directions, it not only anchors the strapon, providing stability it gives the wearer intense pleasure where it counts,” said Portia reading the instruction booklet. “The fucker’s part which is inside you as we speak is designed to stimulate your G-spot while you hammer the fuckee’s holes.”
“It feels very good inside me,” said Stacy closing her eyes to concentrate on the pleasure she felt inside her vagina.
Moments before, Portia handed Stacy a briefcase sized molded plastic case. “Here’s your brand new female orgasm kit.”
“Looks awesome,” said Stacy looking over the selection of different size and shaped dildos embedded in foam rubber cutouts. She removed a large plastic bottle of clear liquid. “Is this the lubricant we’re to use?”
“Yes, its’ called Slide and it contains silicone and a warming agent. It’s great for getting large objects in small tight places.”
“Everything’s nicely labeled,” said Stacy.
Portia flipped a switch in the top of the case. “There’s a built in light in case you’re fucking in the dark.”
“This looks serious,” said Stacy.
“The ultimate in deep tissue exploration. It’s called the Rectum Explorer. We use it in step six of the program.”
“It’s huge,” said Stacy examining the cone shaped foot long device. There were ten donut shaped rings beginning with one less than an inch in diameter and ending in one five inches across.
“Slide will get in inside,” said Portia combing her hair.
“I bet it hurts.”
“It’s supposed to,” said Portia taking a smaller, more flexible dildo out of the case and mounting it on the front of her harness. “Put the one labeled Cocksucker on to start. We use it at the beginning.”
“It looks like a real dick,” said Stacy twisting the dildo to lock it in place.
“It’s supposed to look and taste like one,” said Portia.
“And when do we use the rest of this,” asked Stacy looking over the contents of the case.
Portia referred to the program sheet with Stacy looking over her shoulder. “Here, almost at the end, you fix the Butt Reamer in place and mount Lloyd’s rear and ride like the wind. He’ll be screaming his head off.”
“I can hardly wait,” said Stacy.
“Since Kendra has two holes and a clit, I have to add this attachment which allows me to use both the Butt Reamer and the Pussy Auger plus the Clit Stimulator all at the same time.”
“It’s certainly very complete and well made,” said Stacy once more examining the contents of the case.
“A true craftsmen takes pride in having the best tools and knowing how to use them,” said Portia.
“May I ask how you managed to acquire these fine examples of marital aids,” asked Stacy?
“I was going to tell you about that but I was waiting for the right moment,” said Portia.
“Whom did you have to fuck,” asked Stacy closing her case to finish her hair and make-up.
“It isn’t my usual barter arrangement with Mel. They were over three hundred a piece so a quickie in stock room didn’t cover it. ‘Whom’ is plural and so is ‘you’,” said Portia darkening her nipples with make-up.
“Tell me more. What have you gotten us into?” said Stacy applying a ruby red shade of lipstick.
“Sunday afternoon we are attending a private party at ITAM VFW Post 122 in Boston’s North End,” said Portia quickly spelling out the letters.
“What do all those letters stand for,” asked Stacy?
“Italian American Veterans of Foreign Wars, it’s a social club for veterans. My father belonged to a VFW post in Trenton. He served in Vietnam,” said Portia.
“Isn’t this weekend Memorial Day,” asked Stacy?
“Right, and we are going to do something to thank those who served our country in World War Two.”
“What exactly are we going to do,” asked Stacy applying far more eyeliner than she normally wore.
“Mel is giving a party for the remaining veterans of the great war. His grandfather will be there. He won the Distinguished Service Cross and three Purple Hearts at Guadalcanal. We’re going to be part of the entertainment.”
“Are we are going to pop out of a cake naked,” asked Stacy?
“No, nothing that crazy. Mel is putting some old army cots in a back room and decorating it like a barracks. We’re going to entertain the veterans in private.”
“You mean fuck the veterans in private. You said World War Two. My grandfather was in that war. He’s eighty-six.”
“Mel and I discussed that. He said getting them off would be a challenge but he was sure we could handle it. He’ll offer Viagra to those with a weak dick.”
“I just hope there is a defibrillator in the building,” said Stacy. “Anything else I need to know?”
“Just that we’ll be dressed as Army nurses,” said Portia. “I found the kind of lingerie they wore then.”
“That sounds hot.”
“So you’re okay with it,” asked Portia?
“Of course, it’s our patriotic duty,” said Stacy pinching her nipples to make them stand out.
“We look good,” said Portia standing beside Stacy looking into the full-length mirror.
“I’m glad you decided against leather,” said Stacy pulling her hair back in a ponytail. “It’s not comfortable and it never fits right. Plus it’s hot.”
“Mistress Portia is in the mood to whip some Talbot ass,” said Portia brandishing her crop menacingly at her image.
“Mistress Stacy intends to cause serious pain,” said Stacy snapping her crop on the dresser.
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When the novice dominatrices opened the door to the basement dungeon, they found Kendra and Lloyd kneeling naked on the floor with their heads bowed. Lloyd glanced up when they stepped into the room. He’d experienced difficulties from the moment Stacy arrived taking his eyes of her chest. Now with her breasts fully displayed, he could not resist a look.
“How dare you look at me, you pathetic little worm,” said Stacy pushing Lloyd’s face to the ground securing it in place with the insole of her pump. She struck him hard on the buttocks with the crop. He yelped in pain grabbing his rear. Stacy found the red mark on his butt cheek gratifying.
I hope I don’t get carried away and really hurt him thought Stacy as she delivered a blow to the other buttock. The way the skin depressed and reddened excited her. The force of the blow vibrated through the crop handle into Stacy’s hand. Nerves carried the signal through her arm to her brain where it was reprocessed into a different type of signal that moved down her spine to her sex. Stacy’s vagina became warm and wet.
I’m getting turned on and I just started realized Stacy. Now for the hard part, sustaining the role-play. The fact we’re on camera makes this even more erotic. They had noticed the blinking red lights of the video cameras when they first entered the dungeon. Upstairs in his home office, Lloyd had shown them the computer server whose storage capacity was capable of capturing the entire two-hour session. He’d also shown them the video editing system he would use to create their souvenir DVD.
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” said Lloyd his voice reflecting the pain and fear he was truly feeling. Lloyd had a well-defined submissive persona. He easily slipped into the role of a terrified male helpless to resist a dominant female and desperate for pain and more importantly, humiliation.
His character yearned for the punishment due such an unmanly man. Years of therapy had been unable to cure him of his fixations. No incident or relationship in his development pointed to a cause. His sojourns into gay sex had only increased his desire for corporal punishment. Giving up on psychoanalysis in his early twenties, he decided to embrace his fetish. He could feel his cock stir in response to the burning sensation in his butt cheeks.
“Hold your breasts up. Mother is going to punish you for being a godless whore,” ordered Portia. During lunch, the Talbots had stressed the importance of verbal abuse listing terms having significant meaning to them.
“Yes, Mother,” said Kendra straightening her back and throwing her head back as she cupped her breasts, offering them for punishment. Kendra’s erect nipples signaled her excitement. Even the most casual observer would sense her almost pathological need for mortification.
Kendra attributed her desire for severe physical abuse to a dominating mother and father. Members of a fanatical religious cult who attributed her childhood misbehavior to Satan’s influence, they believed in the adage, spare the rod and spoil the child. They did not hesitate to whip Kendra and her siblings even after they reached adolescence. Adding to the erotic nature of her family’s punishment ritual was the requirement all clothing had to be removed often with the entire cult present.
Kendra rebelled by becoming promiscuous at an early age. Both parents were killed in an automobile accident. She believed S&M filled her need to be punished for disappointing them. In today’s session, she looked at Portia as a stand in mother who would help her reenact one of her most painful and humiliating experiences. It was the time her Mother caught her in Bradford brothers’ van.
Totally by chance, her mother had witnessed her climbing into the van after school. She had followed her to the park, waiting until she detected the van’s rocking motion to fling open the door. She found her daughter servicing both boys at the same time. A naked Kendra’s mouth fully engulfed one brother’s cock while the other was thrusting in from the rear. Calling her whore and slut, her Mom had pulled her out of the van and thrown her to the ground.
The Bradfords boys, delighted at the show, had watched as her Mother used switches she’d cut off an abelia shrub in her family’s back yard to whip her. Her parents following the directions of the cult leader had planted the bush when she was born to have a source of switches.
Kendra vividly remembered cowering naked on the pavement begging her mother to stop. She was in the throes of an orgasm when the door opened and her mother hauled her screaming out into the daylight. The pain of her whipping had become forever associated with sexual pleasure. Her humiliation was magnified when the Bradfords told her classmates what happened.
A second later, the leather tip of Portia’s crop slapped hard against Kendra’s areola causing her to cry out and grab her breast.
“You moved, child,” said Portia taking hold of Kendra’s hair and twisting her head to face her. “Did I tell you to move?”
“No, Mother, you didn’t. Punish me for not obeying,” said Kendra returning her hands to the underside of her breasts as she once more straightened her spine and thrust out her chest leaning her head back. Instantly, Portia landed her crop on Kendra’s other breast causing her to shriek with pain and roll on the floor clutching her wounded mammary.
“Kneel and interlock your fingers behind your head, you pathetic, weak little pervert,” ordered Stacy noting that Lloyd’s cock was hard and a clear drop of semen was perched on the tip.
“Yes, Mistress,” said Lloyd doing as he was told.
“You have a very tiny weenie,” mocked Stacy flicking the tip of the crop across the head of his penis. “There is no way your little dickie could satisfy a woman. Right, slave?”
Actually, Lloyd, you have a good-sized penis and I’m looking forward to fucking you thought Stacy as she circled the kneeling man lightly snapping the crop on his back and chest. However, what man outside of Ellis Trabert thinks his cock is really big enough. There’s not a male on the planet who wouldn’t sell his immortal soul to have ten fat inches slamming into a tight pussy making the female scream as she begged for more.
“You want to suck my cock, queer,” asked Stacy lifting her skirt to allow the dildo to spring up.
“Yes, Mistress Stacy,” said Lloyd his eyes laser focused on the realistic black penis bobbing before him.
“It’s black, your favorite color, right, faggot,” asked Stacy?
“Yes, Mistress,” said Lloyd getting into the scene Kendra had privately suggested to Stacy in an email. Lloyd had recently volunteered as a submissive bottom for a group of black top men at a Down Low sex party. He’d described at length to Kendra the things they did to him and how much it turned him on. He also confessed his guilt at how much he craved black cock especially one in particular.
“You like sucking black dicks, Lloyd” asked Stacy?
“Yes. Mistress,” said Lloyd acknowledging his guilt-ridden desire to be used as a woman by black men.
“Pretend its Roger’s cock and start sucking, you fairy,” ordered Stacy landing the crop of Lloyd’s shoulder causing him to cringe at the pain and the mention of Roger.
Stacy smiled as Lloyd eagerly took the dildo’s mushroom head in his mouth and began sucking it. According to Kendra, Roger Hall was the handsome black coach of Elliot’s soccer team. Lloyd had recently confided to his wife his attraction to Roger. Kendra had suggested Stacy use his secret attraction to further humiliate him.
“Now tell me how much you’d love having Roger’s big black dick in your mouth,” said Stacy.
“I adore having Roger’s cock in my mouth,” said Lloyd in between noisy licks of the shaft. “He can do anything he wants with me. I’ll be his sex slave, his bitch.”
“If you’re a good slave and please your mistress, I’ll stick Roger’s dick in your ass. Would you like that, faggot?” asked Stacy?
“Yes, Mistress, fuck me with Roger’s cock, please. I’ll be good,” said Lloyd.
“That’s enough for now,” said Stacy putting the strapon back under her skirt. She lightly applied the crop to his left nipple. “Did that hurt?”
“No, Mistress,” said Lloyd answering truthfully.
“Offer your man tits to me,” said Stacy.
The eager way he stuck out his chest and forced his shoulders back caused Stacy to marvel at his desire for pain. She didn’t disappoint him. Her crop slashed down on Lloyd’s nipple. He winced, grabbing his chest, but did not cry out. His fully erect cock was bobbing up and down offering an inviting target to her crop.
“Did that hurt, cocksucker,” asked Stacy teasing his right nipple with the tip of her crop?
“Yes, Mistress, again, please,” said Lloyd once more arching his back and thrusting out his chest anxious for the blow he knew was coming.
Stacy struck Lloyd’s nipple with real force this time sending him screaming to the floor both hands clutching his chest leaving his cock exposed. Quickly, she slapped the crop on the underside of his penis below the mushroom head. The shaft of the crop impacted the cockhead itself. An ear splitting shriek resulted. Whimpering and sobbing, Lloyd rolled into a tight ball clutching his chest and privates.
“Did that hurt, cocksucker,” asked Stacy stepping to where she stood straddle of him?
Still nursing his burning pectoral and penis, he managed to croak, “Yes, Mistress.”
“I thought so. All fours, slave,” said Stacy moving to the next part of the program.
“You too, Kendra. Mother wants to ride her godless whore of a daughter,” said Portia after finishing the delivery of a half dozen blows to Kendra’s now red and burning breasts. Per her instructions, Portia had punished each breast managing to land the flexible leather end of the crop on the very tip of each breast. A marginal note in her program had suggested, ‘As hard as you can.’
Before each blow, Kendra was required to recite, “I am a child of Satan. Mother must punish me for my sins.”
Portia was amazed at Kendra’s capacity for sustaining all six blows acknowledging she would have given up at the first one. Each strike sent Kendra rolling on the floor screaming in pain clutching her wounded flesh. But in a matter of seconds she returned to the kneeling position, repeated her call for punishment and offer her chest to the crop.
“Take me for a ride, cocksucker,” said Stacy straddling Lloyd’s back allowing her wet sex to come in contact with his back.
“We’ll ride together,” said Portia mounting Kendra’s back.
For the next several minutes, the two slaves carried their mistresses around the dungeon while Stacy and Portia frequently applied their crops to their bottoms and thighs.
Stacy was surprised Lloyd retained his erection even while she was whipping him mercilessly. Portia noted that in spite of her frequent use of the crop, Kendra’s nipples were erect and her clit was engorged enough to protrude beyond her labia.
“You’re wet, daughter,” said Portia roughly feeling Kendra’s sex. Portia covered her hand with the slave’s vaginal fluids then held them to Kendra’s mouth. “Lick my finger, slut.”
“Yes, Mother,” said Kendra taking Portia’s fingers into her mouth.
“These slaves are useless as horses. Let’s see how they perform orally,” said Stacy stopping the ride.
“On your back, you little tramp,” said Portia applying the crop to Kendra’s backside.
“You want to eat your Mistress’ pussy,” asked Stacy as she stood with her pumps on each side of Lloyd’s head facing his feet. She maintained contact between the crop and his cock, tapping the head repeatedly, hard enough to sting the sensitive flesh.
“Yes, Mistress,” said Lloyd looking pleased at the opportunity.
Portia parted her labia as she lowered her sex to Kendra’s face “Are you a pussy eating whore who can’t wait to get her tongue in her Mother’s cunt?”
“Yes, Mother, I want to eat your pussy,” said Kendra eagerly rolling onto her back. “I want to lick your sex to show you how much I love you.”
“Eat my dirty pussy, cocksucker,” said Stacy lowering her body bringing her unwashed sex in contact with Lloyd’s eager tongue. She hadn’t showered since before her eight o’clock class. Kendra’s instructions stipulated an unbathed sex was preferred. “It’s important we smell your sex not some perfumed soap. Pheromone’s are especially important in S&M.”
“You’re doing a lousy job, you sinful whore,” said Portia striking Kendra directly on her labia causing her to gasp in pain as she squeezed her legs shut. “Open your legs wide, wide as they will go,” ordered Portia slamming the crop down on her bare stomach leaving a red line across her belly. Kendra quickly complied even rotating her ankles outward to further expose her clit.
“My worthless slave has no idea how to lick his Mistress’s sex,” said Stacy forcibly landing the crop on Lloyd’s penis causing him to arch off the floor, grabbing for his pain filled manhood.
“Keep licking, whore,” said Portia tapping harder and harder on Kendra’s vulnerable clitoris. “Tell your Mother you’re sorry for letting those boys have your body.”
“I’m sorry, Mother, I should have not allowed the Bradford boys to fuck me,” said a tearful Kendra. “I’m a whore of Satan.”
“Tell me you love Daddy and me,” said Portia moving her sex over Kendra’s eager tongue.
“I love you and I love Daddy,” said Kendra.
Now comes the tricky part realized Stacy as she prepared to smother Lloyd with her sex. Perfect positioning meant his nose was poking against her anus while her vagina covered his mouth.
“Having trouble breathing, slave,” asked Stacy after she covered his air passages while reaching to take a firm grip on his testicles? At lunch, they had spoken fondly of their desire to be smothered by the dominatrice’s sex. Stacy recalled her time with Faye and how asphyxaphalia had brought her to an orgasm whose intensity was seldom equaled.
“Breathe the air in my pussy,” said Portia cutting off Kendra’s air supply.
It was only when their feet began to tap wildly on the floor that Stacy and Portia relented and allowed the pair to breathe. They repeated the act twice more. Both girls found the experience of smothering a face with their sex highly erotic. Portia made a mental note to suggest it to Monk and Les. Both Lloyd and Kendra emerged with their face and hair covered in glandular secretions.
“Time to suck Mother’s asshole,” said Portia reminding Stacy of the next step in the program. Portia gripped her buttocks pulling them apart.
“Yes. Mother,” said Kendra applying her tongue to Portia’s exposed anus.
“Rim me,” said Stacy snapping the crop down on Lloyd’s scrotum. She flexed her gluts bringing her sphincter in contact with Lloyd’s mouth. She sighed as she felt his tongue push past her open anus, swirling around in the first inch of her rectum.
Portia inhaled deeply then slowly exhaled allowing her sphincter to relax. She felt the pointed tip of Kendra’s tongue pushing inward past her opening.
“Tongue your Mother’s asshole, Kendra. Kiss it. Make love to it with your mouth. Show me how much you enjoy pleasuring your Mother’s ass with your mouth. That’s how Satan’s whores show their love for him,” said Portia.
Stacy and Portia smiled at one another as they enjoyed the eagerly performed anilingus. Still it was not the role of the domina to be pleased with anything this early in an S&M session.
“That was very unsatisfactory. They’ve not performed well at all. They deserve to be whipped,” said Portia.
“I agree. Crawl on your belly to the bench,” said Stacy emphasizing her command by once again striking Lloyd’s cock. It had taken on a reddish hue as a result of repeated blows. She felt exhilarated as he rolled on the floor clutching his wounded groin before crawling the few feet to the punishment bench where he knelt with his arms outstretched eagerly waiting to be restrained then whipped.
The benches were well designed and easy to use. In less than a minute, Lloyd and Kendra were tightly restrained unable to move more than an inch. They were kneeling while leaning forward with their legs spread. Their arms were bound to the cross member that supported their chest. A U-shaped cup attached to an adjustable arm fit under their chin forcing their head up.
This is truly perverse thought Portia as she arranged the straps of the bondage headgear Kendra had selected. Pulling the straps tight, she finished buckling then checked to make sure the blindfold was in place. Next she inserted the hooks in Kendra’s nostrils then released the elastic chord attached to the top of the headgear. Her nose was pulled sharply toward her forehead.
It’s like looking into a shot gun barrel decided Stacy who had finished fitting Lloyd with identical headgear. His nostrils were now flat to his face. Stacy took the black rubber ball and began to squeeze it causing the penis gag to inflate.
Once Kendra’s gag was fully inflated, Portia gave a couple of turns to the red wheel located at the top of the head harness. It slowly tightened around her skull.
This is savage thought Stacy as he tightened Lloyd’s causing the brass studs lining the inside of the harness to dig into the skull. After making a final check of the tightened headgear, Stacy consulted the program sheet unsure of the next step. After reading for a moment and shaking her head in disbelief, she walked to a nearby mini fridge and removed two small bottles of club soda. She handed one to Portia.
They unscrewed the plastic cap, placed their thumb over the open top and shook the bottle. They placed the bottle directly in front of their nostrils. Once more they coordinated their movements so simultaneously Lloyd and Kendra found their nasal sinuses filled with club soda.
Their violent reaction didn’t surprise the two fledgling dominatrice since Portia had found a torture WEB that described the hellish agony of having club soda introduced into your sinuses. Torture with club soda was originally discovered by the Brazilian secret police who adopted it as a standard because it left no visible damage. The WEB site noted its more recent use by devotees of S&M.
Every muscle and sinew in their body became visible as they struggled against the agony of tiny small bubbles of gas exploding inside the highly sensitive cavities located in the front of their skull. Portia and Stacy watched quietly until Lloyd and Kendra recovered somewhat then repeated the application twice more.
Their struggles remind Stacy of her experience at the Auto-De-Fe. She had spent two hours on an identical bench being whipped then subjected to electrical torture. She vividly recalled with a shudder Mistress Charlize forcing his oversized cock in her shocked vagina and asshole.
Club soda torture complete, Portia and Stacy removed the gags by pressing the air release valve on the inflation bulbs.
“See what happens to girls who disobey their Mother and let boys stick their nasty penises in them,” said Portia.
“Yes, Mother, I was evil and I deserved to be punished,” said Kendra after taking several deep breaths to recover from her ordeal. She had left like her brain was exploding inside her skull.
“How was it, cocksucker,” asked Stacy taking the gag out of Lloyd’s mouth.
“Horrible, the worst, Mistress,” said Lloyd his voice slightly distorted by the hooks in his nostrils.
Stacy’s hand moved over Lloyd’s lower back down the crack of his ass lingering on his sphincter. Lloyd moaned as Stacy pressed the pad of her finger against his anus.
“You like having your ass filled. Don’t you, slave,” asked Stacy.
“Yes, Mistress,” said Lloyd.
“Is that because you’re a queer,” asked Stacy?
“No, Mistress,” said Lloyd pushing back eager to be penetrated.
“You want me to fuck you in the ass,” asked Stacy as she forced the tip of her finger in his butthole then worked it in a circle?
“Yes, Mistress, please,” said Lloyd.
“And since queers are the ones who like to be fucked in the ass, you must be one,” said Stacy moving her finger forward to enter Lloyd’s sphincter. The experienced digit sought out his prostate then began a slow stroking of the gland. Lloyd moaned, as a single drop of semen existed his penis.
“No, Mistress,” said Lloyd feeling intense pleasure from Stacy’s stroking.
“Let’s see how you like this in your ass, faggot,” said Stacy accepting the anal probe from Portia preparing to force a similar instrument into Kendra’s rectum. She stepped to Lloyd’s front to show him the marital aid. Constructed of concentric donut shaped rings graduated in size, the ring at the base was as wide as Stacy’s hand when the smallest one was no bigger than her thumb. A narrow neck and T-shaped handle allow the anus to close keeping the fully inserted probe in the rectum. Portia had coated both probes with Slide.
“Oh God, no, Mother, please don’t,” cried Kendra as Portia breached the center of her anal ring. Although Kendra was a much smaller person than her husband both probes were identical in size.
It hardly seems fair since she’s so much smaller but she said her competitive nature required her to take it. This will definitely fill her large intestine realized Portia as she began to push the probe inside Kendra’s rectum halting occasionally to hand spank her buttocks.
“Hear that, Lloyd. Your slut wife says her probe hurts. Let’s see how you do,” said Stacy as she pushed hard on the T-shaped handle forcing the first two smaller rings past his sphincter.
“Oh, Jesus, that hurts, take it out Mistress, please,” begged Lloyd.
Stacy responded by forcing two additional rings past Lloyd’s overstretched anal ring. On a signal from Portia, they coordinated the final complete entry of the probes. It took considerable effort to force the last and largest of the rings past their sphincter. Husband and wife screamed in pain then pleaded for the probes to be removed.
“Are you getting as turned on as I am,” whispered Stacy to Portia as they held the handles of the butt plugs twisting then partially removing them only to be fully inserted once more.
Portia grabbed Stacy’s hand and brought it to her vulva pressing it into the wet slimy fluid coating her sex while whispering, “What do you think?”
Stacy licked her fingers tasting Portia as she once again pushed the plug inward until the handle lined up with Lloyd’s butt crack and no greater penetration could be achieved.
Stacy took a firm grip on Lloyd’s ball sack pulling it away from his body before twisting and squeezing his testicles. “Did that hurt, slave,” asked a smiling Stacy?
“Yes, Mistress, it hurt like hell,” said Lloyd still trying to cope with the pressure of having such a large object in his rectum.
“Now what do we have here,” taunted Stacy covering the tip of her finger with the clear semen oozing out Lloyd’s piss slit? “Stick out your tongue, Lloyd.” When he complied, she placed her fingers in his mouth. “What does that taste like, Lloyd?”
“My come, Mistress,” answered Lloyd.
“You like eating your own spunk, slave,” asked Stacy? Portia was following Stacy’s lead, filling Kendra’s mouth with her fluid covered fingers.
“Yes, Mistress,” said Lloyd sucking on Stacy’s fingers.
“Queer, faggot, fairy, admit it,” said Stacy contemptuously slamming the crop against his backside.
“Yes, mistress, I’m a faggot,” said Lloyd his eyes filling with tears as he fulfilled his desire to be totally humiliated by being forced to confess he engaged in homosexual acts. In his favorite masturbatory fantasy, he was naked in Lexington’s main square using a public address system to announce his desire for men’s cocks.
“Gay men prize large cocks so I’m going to make yours longer,” said Stacy reaching for the Jakarta Cock and Ball Stretcher.
“Thank you mistress,” said Lloyd.
Stacy slipped the leather strap of the device around the base of Lloyd’s scrotum and over the top of his cock then pulled it tight securing it so the blood filling his fully erect penis could not escape. Next she grasped the large mushroom head, stretching it to the point Lloyd loudly protested she was ripping his dick off. She then allowed the spring loaded metal ring to snap shut around the under lip crushing the cockhead.
“Oh my God, take it off,” screamed Lloyd.
“We’re just getting started. I need to stretch you first,” said Stacy casually.
How ingenious thought Stacy as she turned the small screw securing the head of his penis? Stacy turned the knobs at the base of the device. A few quick turns and she had Lloyd’s cock and balls stretched beyond its normal length. She glanced over at the wall where Emily Slocum’s paintings were displayed. The effect was not unlike the rawhide stretched privates Emily’s father had experienced.
A few turns of the other knob and the pins lining the inside of the device came in contact with his sensitive flesh of his shaft. Loud screams of pain soaked into the sound proof material lining the walls of the dungeon.
That is torture at its worst observed Stacy as she turned the two wheels causing Lloyd’s scrotum to slowly stretch away from its mooring. The skin was shiny almost translucent when the maximum length was reached. She could only imagine how it felt to have the hundreds of needle sharp pins burrowing into his overstretched penis. Stacy’s attention was diverted when she heard Kendra sound an ungodly cry of pain.
“Longer nipples for you,” said Portia fastening the snaps of Satan’s Breasts in the center of Kendra’s back. The cone shaped mesh covered her breasts.
It is a brassiere Satan would dream up thought Portia as she fitted the device on Kendra. Portia in her WEB searches for instruments of torture had noted the prevalence of devices intended to torture the female’s breasts. That was to be expected given most such devices were designed by men.
Her thoughts went back to the paintball hunt of several weeks ago and the application of the Bangkok Bud Crushers to her own breasts. The device had been coated with Stacy’s blood when the two sadists gleefully applied it to her. The sound of her screams had proven to be just the aphrodisiac the men required to repeatedly slam their cocks into her until Leslie’s air horn announced the hunt was over. With their laughter in her ears, she had rolled on the forest floor clutching her breasts when they removed the devices.
Portia positioned Kendra’s nipple though the small ring at the top of the cone then grasped it with a pair of Kelly forceps and pulled until the nodule of flesh was well past the spring-loaded clamp. Ignoring Kendra’s loud protests her nipple was being ripped off, Portia triggered the nipple restraint. With an audible click the clamp’s jagged metal teeth bit into her flesh.
“Take it off, Mother, please,” said Kendra once the pain had subsided to the point she could speak.
“Does it hurt more than when the Bradford boys were sucking them,” asked Portia working the other nipple to the point she could grasp in with the forceps.
“Yes, Oh God, Mother, please take it off. I’ll be good,” said Kendra.
Portia fitted the other nipple in half the time it took for the first. She shook each breast to assure the device was properly fitted. Next, she twisted the small wheel on the side of the wire mesh cone extending and collapsing it at the same time. The squares formed by the mesh slowly filled with the soft flesh as Kendra fought to control the pain.
“Come look, Mistress Stacy. This is fucking incredible,” said Portia when both of Kendra’s breasts were fully deformed into perfect cones. Drops of blood were slowly dripping onto the dungeon floor.
“Her nipples must be at least two inches,” said Stacy observing the results of Portia’s efforts.
“Please take them off, Mother. I can’t stand the pain,” said Kendra her eyes tearing.
“Now why would I do that, Kendra? Maybe the next time you offer those boys your titties, you’ll recall how it felt to be punished,” said Portia.
“Here,” said Stacy offering Portia the container of zippers.
Applying the zippers proved quick and easy causing Stacy to understand their popularity in the S&M lifestyle. Constructed of inexpensive items found in any home, they were simple to use and capable of causing horrific pain.
Going by the diagram Kendra provided, one zipper was placed on the upper arm running from the elbow to the armpit. Another went from the back of the knee along the inner thigh.
Portia attached a short zipper to each side of Kendra’s labia while Stacy circled Lloyd’s pectoral attaching the last to his nipple. Both slaves whimpered in pain as the girls applied the zippers occasionally consulting the diagram.
“Time to warm their bottoms,” said Stacy opening the cabinet containing a selection of whips and paddles. Stacy handled Portia one of the two nine-strand floggers keeping one for her.
“We whip. You count,” said Portia taking a position at Kendra’s rear.
“One,” they howled in unison as the nine strands of braided kangaroo leather landed on their buttocks. During lunch, they had emphasized how important they were whipped as a couple.
“In a good S&M marriage, the man and wife enjoy suffering the same torments together,” was how Kendra expressed it.
By the time, they screamed ten their backsides from the top of their shoulder to the backs of their thighs were turning red and Stacy felt so exhilarated she was having trouble maintaining control. She was finding it difficult not to masturbate with the flogger’s handle. The sound of the flogger landing on bare flesh followed by their loud screams of pain had brought her to the verge of auto-orgasm.
“I’m about to climax,” whispered Stacy to Portia as they were putting the floggers back in the cabinet.
“This is much more exciting than the S&M I did with my sister. Of course, she was whipping my ass,” said Portia handing Stacy an oval shaped leather covered paddle similar to the one Simone had used on Stacy at the auto-de-fe.
“It’s exciting being the paddler this time,” said Stacy recalling how her bottom exploded in pain each time Simone’s paddle came in contact with her bare butt.
The ritual began with screams of “One” proceeded by the noise of the brass studded oval landing with considerable force on bare flesh. On the fifth blow, Kendra failed to sound the count and it had to be restarted. Portia suspected Kendra’s failure was on purpose. A manual check of her vagina revealed it was dripping fluid.
“They really get off on this,” said Portia when they were placing the paddles back on their hooks.
“So do I,” said Stacy reaching for two flexible bamboo canes.
In Portia’s mind, the canes were the worst not that the floggers or the paddles were anything less than god-awful. But the way the canes made a whirring sound as they disturbed the air was terrifying in itself.
Stacy returned her cane to the wall rack after Lloyd had managed to shriek ten. His entire body was shaking and he was crying real tears. Stacy closed her eyes as she placed her hands on his trembling buttocks. His flesh felt amazingly warm to her touch. Her fingers lightly traced along the raised flesh of a welt savoring not only the warmth but also the thin line where the cane had landed.
Both mistresses rested the side of their face on the warm reddened buttocks of the submissives. They widened their stances slightly as they reached between their legs and began to masturbate. The forked fingers of one hand captured their clit as fingers of their other hand entered their vagina.
It took only moments for the two to bring themselves to an orgasm that lasted several minutes. Once they had recovered, they turned out the lights and left the room.
But instead of playing video games as they had planned, the girls took turns performing orally on each other. A half hour later they returned to the dungeon.
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