It seems ironic that in the very area of Woman's Lib, the themes of bondage, slavery and disciplinary coercion are becoming increasingly predominant in our national erotic literature and films and even, though to a more subtle degree, apparent in fashionable items of clothing and footgear offered to the American woman. Even the classic novel, "The Story of 0," which is perhaps the most famous literary example of subjugation of the female and her total acceptance of her enslaved lot, has been faithfully adapted into an internationally popular film.
Bondage and slavery are actually as old as mankind itself. It is only their adaptation which makes them seem modern and new. In the days of primitive man, when the cave-dwelling tribes fought for survival against the elements and the predatory beasts, only the strongest survived. These made forays upon their less militant neighbors, conquering them and appropriating their females, which became the first instance of human slavery.
In the epock of the great Roman Empire, conquered tribes and countries were ritualistically brought to submission by surrendering their young men and girls, who were marched through the streets of Rome, thence to be sold as household and brothels slaves. In the Middle Ages, the age-old theme of slavery and bondage was exemplified by the sovereignity of the feudal lord who ruled his lands with absolute authority of life and death over the meanest of his subjects. In was in that era when the famous droit de signeur was established; the right of the lord to take the virginity of a female serf before she would be permitted to marry one of her own lowly station. Later, in the days when England, Spain and France fought for the colonization of America, the custom of indentured bondservants was initiated. A female condemned for some petty crime as for a more serious charge could be sentenced to what amounted to slavery for a stipulated period of years, during which time the master or mistress who acquired her indenture, had the power to punish and discipline, using the whip, the branding iron and shackles as well as the power to condemn her to sexual servitude to any member of the family or even to friends or strangers.
It is only in this country that the concept of woman as a chattel has been overcome and, as so often happens, the pendulum has swung back to the opposite extreme where, through Women's Lib, the modern female asserts at least her equality with man and her defiant right to dictate on her own terms her sexual favors or her denial of them. Perhaps, then, this growing interest in bondage and slavery may be attributed to the instinctive male desire to be the aggressor, to hold the female in a kind of psychic bondage whereby she services him and obeys his whims. It is, in a word, a kind of fantasy-wish fulfillment.
In this novel, Mark Conroy takes us behind the scenes of a modern bondage club located in an affluent suburb. Bill Chalmers, angered by his young wife's apparentent indifference to his sexual desires, sells her to the sophisticated head of a secret bondage club. For Janice Chalmers, the immediate consequences are her shocked disbelief of what is happening to her until through the progression of compulsory acts and erotic bondage treatment, her own latent desires are furiously aroused. Very much like "O," she comes to delight in her servitude and discovers that the more abject her humiliations and the demands of her captors become, the more gratification she thereby achieves.
In a sense, the conversion of Janice Chalmers may be explained by the classical "rape syndrome," which influences countless women who may not realize their own hidden masochistic longings. Psychiatrists tell us that many females who are brought up to fear sexual experience or to derive guilty reactions from it, rationalize that if they are being compelled to sex against their will, they are not guilty of "sin" and thus their inhibitions are dispersed. For the female, too, we have come to realize that there exists fully as much wish-fulfillment as there is for the male himself.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Have another drink, Bill. Get it out of your system. But I can't for the life of me understand why you and that gorgeous wife of yours aren't hitting it off," Roger Benton smiled sympathetically as he shoved the decanter over to his younger neighbor.
Bill Chalmers, 34, dark-brown haired owner of Glenwood's best restaurant, glumly poured himself another stiff Scotch and drained half of it at a gulp. "Gorgeous, sure. But I tell you, Rog, two years, and she lies there like a log, and once the lights are out she won't even put her hand on my cock-much less blow me."
"Now that surprises me, Bill. Just looking at your wife is enough to give me a good hard-on."
Bill Chalmers uttered a short, bitter laugh. "Hell, that's why I married her. I was practically drooling the first day I saw her. But I've had it up to here."
Roger Benton, 52, slim, gray-haired, head of Benton Realtors, thoughtfully pursed his lips. "How would you like to sell her to me as a slave, Bill?" he suavely proposed.
"Are you joking?"
"Not about things like that. I run a very select and discreet bondage club. The funny thing is, I was even thinking of inviting you and Janice to become members. Now, in view of what you've just told me, I've got a proposition for you. Sell her to me, and I'll make a new woman out of her."
"By God, sounds like you've got something there, Rog!" Bill Chalmers felt warmer inside than the liquor accounted for and stared at his host. "How much and how long?"
"Let's say two thousand dollars for a month. But I'll warn you, at the end of that time she might not want to go back to being married to you. If she does, I'll give her her freedom-but only if she wants it."
"You're on!" Bill Chalmers savagely said as he finished his drink and slammed the glass down on the coffee table.
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It was ten o'clock the next morning, Saturday, and coppery-haired 25-year-old Janice Chalmers was washing the breakfast dishes. Her husband had left a note on the kitchen table telling her that he'd be at the restaurant all day long and might not come home until very late. Janice was used to his frequent absences, but somewhat sulky this time because of their quarrel Thursday night. He'd said some awfully nasty things about her, things she didn't think she deserved. She'd been a good, faithful wife, and after all he'd been the only man she'd ever gone to bed with. Yet he'd told her that an honest prostitute would be a lot better in bed than she was. Well, no matter whether he came back tonight, he was going to have to apologize for that or else she just might go spend a few weeks with her mother in Milwaukee.
The back doorbell suddenly rang. Flustered, Janice dropped the washcloth and unlocked the door, wishing that she'd made herself more presentable. Her long pageboy was tumbled and uncombed, and she wore a yellow smock over a white nylon slip, bra, panties and garter belt for her flesh-toned nylons, and open-toe sandals. Maybe it was Mrs. Elston, their snotty neighbor's wife coming to borrow some coffee or sugar as she always did.
When she opened the door, she saw no one outside on the porch of their ranch-type bungalow. Puzzled, she unhooked the screen-door and stepped out. Then she uttered a shriek which was instantly cut off as two men wearing stocking masks expertly gagged her, then bound her wrists behind her back, lifted her up in their arms and carried her out to a waiting car parked in the alley.
They shoved her down on the floor of the back seat and she couldn't see where they were going. The car drove for what seemed at least half an hour, making many turns. Suddenly it stopped, and one of her captors reached down to tie a blindfold round her eyes and knot it at the back of her neck. Then she felt their hands seize and lift her and carry her out of the car. She tried to scream, to kick, but it was useless.
"Down this way," she heard one of the men saying in a hoarse voice.
"It'll be a pleasure initiating this bitch," the other man chuckled, as she suddenly felt a hand slip under her smock and slip and run along her bare upper thigh and squeeze it intimately.
She felt herself being carried down a long flight of steps, and then she heard the clack of footsteps on bare stone floor. A few moments later, there was a creaking sound and she was carried in and set down on her back. Again she struggled, but in vain. Swiftly her two masked captors fixed leather cuffs to her ankles, then unbound her wrists only to fetter them in a similar pair. When she tried to move, she heard the clank of chains and realized that she was spread-eagled on the floor.
"Now prepare her for her indoctrination," the man with the harsh voice declared. Rough fingers ripped off her smock and then her slip. She arched and twisted, trying to swerve her hips, mad with terror and shame. When her white nylon bra was ripped off she uttered a strangled shriek of mortification, then burst into tears.
"Look at the big boobs the bitch has got," the first man said. "They're for real, no padding. Christ, what juicy handfuls!"
Suddenly Janice stiffened, twisted her face to one side and tried to shriek an indignant protest. Two hands closed on her naked breasts, squeezing and fondling them, rubbing their well-developed, dusky coral-tinted nipples between thumbs and index fingers.
"Get her panties off and then we'll leave her here to think things over," she heard the first man say.
"Mmmmffff agggghhhhhh-nnnnnmmmm!" she wailed as she felt fingers insert under the waistband of the gauzy nylon panties, tug tantalizingly at them for a moment, then suddenly rip them off.
"What a nice fat hairy little cunt she's got!" Janice recognized the voice of the second man. "And that nice pale creamy skin of hers with all those little rosy flecks is the sensitive kind. It'll mark nicely. Damn shame we can't fuck her now, but we've got our orders. Come on, let's tell the boss the new bondage slave is ready to be broken in!"
As she heard the door clang behind her two captors and then the click of the lock Janice Chalmers uttered a poignant cry of distress. Frantically she yanked at her shackled wrists and ankles. Her arms were drawn beyond her head and out to the sides, her legs straddled indecently. But her movements brought her only the sound of the clanking chains against the stone floor on which her tethered naked body was stretched. Only her garter belt, nylons and sandals remained, and the floor was damp and cold under her spacious, upstandingly rounded creamy buttocks.
Panic seized her at the awareness of her helpless nudity. Even Bill hadn't ever seen her stark naked in bed. An only child of well-do-do parents, Janice had been sent to a private school and then to a girls' college in the East, returned after her graduation to work as a receptionist in her father's brokerage agency. Bill had met her when she and her parents had been a guest at his restaurant, courted her for a month and then married her. Her socially prominent mother had always given her the feeling that sex was extremely private and something one didn't talk about, that it was a wife's obligatory duty and nothing more. And now suddenly, following Bill's awful quarrel with her, she found herself in this unbelievable nightmare.
Maybe they were just kidnapping her and holding her for ransom. Oh God, but then they wouldn't have stripped her naked like this and tied her up and said something about the boss's going to break her in. What did it mean? She couldn't see and she couldn't speak, and it was so cold in this awful place where they had chained her up.
Janice was five feet-five and a half inches in height, with heart shaped face, high-arching forehead, dainty upturned nose, full tremulous soft mouth and deeply dimpled chin. Her body was lusciously proportioned, from the high-perched cantaloupe-like widely spaced breasts to the slim waist which flared into sensually curvaceous hips, round full womanly thighs and delightfully rounded sleek calves. Her skin had begun to goose pimple from the cold contact of her back and bottom and thighs against the stone floor, and as she suddenly heard the turn of a key in the lock, she struggled to close her straddled legs to hide the most intimate part of her body.
"Mmmmmmffffff!" she wailed as she heard footsteps slowly approaching her. Then the door closed with a resounding clang, and she began to shiver violently.
"Very nice indeed," the man's voice was suave, soft, ingratiating. "We'll have to get rid of this bush of yours, Janice. It hides the soft pink lips of that dainty cunt of yours, you know."
A wave of furious color burned her tear stained cheeks and again Janice tried frenziedly to clench her legs. The leather cuffs gave hardly any play at all to her tethered ankles, and she sank back whimpering with terror and shame.
Suddenly she felt warm water being squeezed out of a cloth onto her cuntal lips, saturating the thick dark-red fleece which concealed them and ran along the perineal groove almost to her dainty little anus. Then the stroking of a curious soft kind of brush with soapy lather began to tickle her crotch as the unknown man worked it back and forth against her thick, silky bush.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned through her gag, squirming and twisting, her body suddenly clammy with terror-sweat.
"Now I advise you to hold very still, Janice. I'm going to use a razor on that thick cunt-bush of yours, and I don't want to nick you. Get ready!"
Janice sucked in her breath, stiffening, shuddering as she felt fingers entwine around the curly thicket at the base of her cuntal orifice, and then even as the slight twinge of pain was felt, the curls came away painlessly as the razor lopped them. Again and again the fingers drew on the shaggy curls, while she whimpered and tried not to budge, her terror and shame intensifying by the moment.
"That takes care of most of it. Now just a little trimming with a manicure scissors, Janice, and I can really see what your cunt looks like."
"Mmmmm! Ohhhhh-nnnnggggg!!" she tried to implore him to take out the gag.
"Hold still, I said!" His voice was curt and dominating, and she suddenly felt his palm smack her smartly right over her shallow wide navel. "Don't move now, or you'll be punished!"
Tilting back her head, tensing all her muscles, Janice forced herself to remain immobile as she heard the snip-snip of the little scissors. "There now, that's just fine. You've a lovely cunt, my dear. Nice fleshy outer lips, and sly, thin vulva lips that can really cling around a man's prick once you learn how to use them. And you will Janice, you will, and not only that set of lips either-but let's not go too quickly your first day as a bondage slave."
"Mmmmm?" again she tried to question through her gag, panic seizing her at the words he had just used. His voice was so strange, she almost recognized it, and yet she couldn't place it at all. My God, what were they going to do to her?
"Let's see now how you respond to stimulation, my dear." This time his voice was mocking triumphantly. "One has to learn the potential of a new slave before one knows how to direct and train her, you see. Now, you may move about all you like. You have your master's permission, Janice."
Suddenly she jerked, tried to lift her head, her fingers clawing the air. She had just felt a finger lingeringly graze the plump outer lips of her hairless pink cunt, and she was unable to suppress the instinctive squirming which that horribly mortifying contact wrenched from her.
"Well, at least you don't exactly lie like a log in bed," the unknown man chuckled. "But it's much too early to tell yet, isn't it? Now then, just submit yourself, it'll be much easier. Besides, you're going to learn that you'll have to whether you want to or not. A disobedient or reluctant slave is always punished, Janice. You'll learn that too in a very short order."
She felt his lean wiry fingers slip under the backs of her upper thighs just below her squirming buttocks, and then she arched frantically as she felt his mouth set down on the very center of her twitching bare cuntal lips. He sucked noisily, then delved his tongue against the delicately thin, pouting petals of her soft vulva. Her face turned from side to side, her nostrils flaring, her round full breasts rising and falling erratically.
Ohhh, he-he's got his mouth on my p-pussy! I'm so ashamed I want to die-I'm stretched open like this and he shaved all the hair off down there-and now he's k-kissing it! Oh, God, who are all these terrible people? Are they going to call Bill and tell him that they got me and they want money from him? Oh, I hope he can save me before they do anything more horrible to me-oooooh, I can feel his tongue-it's rubbing all over my p-pussy! Ohh, Oh, it's just shameful, it's degrading for a decent woman to be treated this way-I never dreamed anybody could do that to a woman!
Dazed, shamed, terrified, Janice Chalmers was unable to halt the sporadic tremors that ran through her straddled thighs and belly, along her sides, making her arms jerk convulsively. She drew in great gulps of breath through her flaring nostrils, and sweat oozed down from her thicketed distended armpits.
"I'd say you have a rather nice cunt, my dear. It will learn to accommodate itself, I feel certain. And now let's see how well developed your clitoris is, Janice."
"Mmmmm-mggggg-ohhhhh!" she wailed again. Once again he had gripped her upper thighs and now she felt his tongue furrowing around the outer lips of her cunt, then suddenly dart against its very apex. With the tip of his tongue, the unknown man was searching for, then finding the soft little nodule of her clitoris, hidden in its protective cowl of soft sensitive pink cuntal flesh. An electrifying current galvanized her, made her hips jerk salaciously, so that it seemed she was almost trying to mash her cunt into her ravisher's face. Janice burst into hysterical sobs, her face turning back and forth, her superb round titties heaving turbulently.
Then again the man straightened, leaving her trembling and distraught, a buzzing in her ears, and only the damp coldness of the stone against her squirming bottom assuring her that this was not a nightmare but reality.
"Now, I think you're ready to be fucked for the first time by your new master, Janice. Ordinarily, with a new bondage slave I'd put her through a lengthy ritual of preparation. But with you, my dear, I rather think shock treatment is in order. At least it will assure you that you belong to me. Get ready to be fucked!"
Suddenly she felt him mount upon her, and he was naked. She could feel his hairy chest flattening down the heaving cantaloupes of her creamy breasts, feel his thighs rub against the insides of hers. Now his hands had slipped under her buttocks, his wiry fingers gripping the base of the succulent round hemispheres. And she felt the rigidity of his swollen, elongated prick rubbing against her lower belly as for the moment he was content to lie upon her, to master her and force her to realize what was going to happen.
He-he's going to h-have me in my p-pussy! Oh, please don't let him-oh, no, Bill's been the only man who's ever been to bed with me-Oh, I don't want him to, God! He's making me be unfaithful to my husband-and Bill's mad at me-if he could only know that his poor wife is being forced because she's tied up like this and helpless-oh please don't let him-Ugh, I can feel his big hard cock rubbing against my tummy-he's going to-he's going top-poke it into me-oh Bill, help your poor wife, save her-oh no-now he's-suddenly Janice felt the plum-shaped glans of her unseen ravisher's prick press gently against the twitching thin lips of her vulva, and she arched and twisted, desperately trying to avert his penetration. The man chuckled softly, and without haste kept prodding against the target. Whimpering, gasping, squirming repeatedly, turning her blindfolded, tear stained face this way and that, Janice tried her utmost to prevent his entering her cuntal sheath.
Then suddenly, she uttered a terrified muffled shriek, as his forefinger nudged her puckering butt hole. Instinctively clenching her bottom muscles, she tried to twist herself and at that very moment his prick had pried apart the lips of her vulva and slowly probed along the lobby of her tight, warm cuntal sheath.
"Mmmmmfffffgggg!"
Her muscles writhed under her sweating, pale-creamy, rosy-flecked skin as Janice strove to remain motionless, using her body's only resource to tell her rapist that she would do nothing to give him pleasure. Her face twisted to one side. Closing her eyes under the blindfold, digging her fingernails into her sweating palms, she submitted herself.
His fingertip insinuated between the shrinking, contracting lips of her virgin asshole, as he pressed slowly forward into her cuntal sheath. She gasped at the dual sensations, ground her teeth to suppress that evidence of awareness of his usage of her.
"I know, my dear, you think fucking is so plebeian, don't you? But that's one of the many things you're going to learn-or rather unlearn," his suave voice again taunted her.
Now his other hand squeezed one of her heaving titties, as he slowly, inexorably pressed his prick home to the balls, then immobilized himself. Janice shuddered as she felt herself completely harpooned. Her cunt felt stretched and filled as it had never felt before not even with Bill, yet he lay motionless now, apparently content to enjoy her reactions.
His other finger had burrowed about half an inch inside her asshole, and now she felt the involuntary contractions of her rectal walls against his degrading invasion. And then, very slowly, his prick began to draw back to the very brink of her cuntal lips, immobilize itself, and slowly thrust back to gouge along the quivering crannies of her sensitized soft tight cunt.
"Mmmmmmggggg!" She could not hold back the sobbing moan. Ohhh, why doesn't he hurry up and get it over with? He's torturing me, the beast!! Ohhh, my p-pussy feels so full and st-stretched!-if he would only take his finger out of my b-bottom oh this is so disgraceful, so shameful! Oh Bill, save me, find me, oh, please, darling, I'll make it up to you! Oh, if only I hadn't got you so angry-and I still don't know why-ohh, he's moving his c-cock inside of me, so slowly, back and forth, I feel so funny-oh why doesn't he hurry, why doesn't he do it to me and get off-he's crushing me, and I'm chained and I can't move- and his finger inside my bottom is starting to tickle and work around now-oh this is horrible! Above her, Janice could hear the rasping breathing of her naked ravisher. She turned her face to the other side, gritting her teeth and trying not to squirm. But the finger was waggling inside her asshole, causing her to jerk her hips convulsively, and her tears and blushes asserted the anguished shame of knowing that she was thus taking part in her own degradation.
She could feel the slow withdrawal of his bulging long hard cock, rasping the sensitized volutes of her cuntal sheath, pausing for what was an agonizing eternity at the entry of her vulva, then thrusting slowly and calculatedly back until his balls banged against her squirming, upturned lower buttocks.
Then suddenly she uttered a sobbing groan. He had pulled out of her completely, and his finger too. And then, without warning, there was a sudden hot drench of sticky, viscous liquid spattering her belly and breasts.
"That, Janice, is spunk, gism or prick juice, as you please to call it. I want you to get very used to it, very respectful of it, too. It's a sacred substance for a bondage slave, and she must learn to relish it and adore it in all of her openings as on her bare skin. Well, my dear, that's your first lesson. This evening, just before supper, I'll have you bathed and dressed and ready for preparation to some of the members of my bondage club."
Janice heard his mocking explanation as in a daze. Even as she heard him walk over to the door, open it, then close and lock it, she was squirming and wriggling, and whimpering softly to herself. Because, though she didn't yet dare admit it to herself, the unexpected and degrading end of his fucking her had left her cuntal sheath twitching and throbbing with a longing that she had no way of satisfying, spread-eagled and helpless as she was. And as the moments passed, she found herself trying to wriggle back and forth as if by rubbing her bare bottom against the stone floor she could somehow fulfill the unsatisfied yearning in her newly wakened cunt.
CHAPTER TWO
Janice groaned and grimaced in discomfort. She had tried to doze during the long hours which had followed her abduction, stripping and chaining and then rape, but the cold floor and the traction on her wrists and ankles had prevented that. Equally distressing had been the sticky wetness on her shuddering breasts and belly. But most of all, apart from the panic which persisted in her ignorance of her captors' identity or their ultimate intent with her, had been the feverishly irritating sensation in her cunt. A maddening, dull ache had lingered long after her unseen rapist had left her. And, during the long hours which had followed, Janice had been horrifyingly aware of the indecency of her gaping, hairless mound and its hypersensitized vulnerability.
When she heard the door unlock again, she uttered a frantic muffled cry and again tried to clench her thighs together. Oh not again, oh please God, not again! I-I'm so ashamed, so dirtied, it's just dreadful!
"Did you think we'd forgotten you, Janice dear?" This time, it was a woman's voice, cultured, huskily contralto. "Dorothy and Maxine are going to give you a good bath and feed you your supper, then help you with your new costume. After that, I'll be back to take you in to the bondage master himself. Oh, by the way, my name's Paula. Get her ready, girls."
Janice felt the leather cuffs being unlocked, and then gloved hands grasped her wrists and dragged her to her feet. She tottered unsteadily, trying to speak through the gag, but the gloved fingers grasped her wrists and elbows and led her out and down some kind of corridor till they stopped. She heard a key turn in a lock, and then Paula's voice addressed her: "You may take your own bath, my dear. Only, don't be so foolish as to try to escape. Even if you should be able to overpower Maxine and Dorothy-and I don't think you will, because they know how severely they'll be punished-the master's special guest will be waiting outside here. Just do what you're told and you'll get along fine."
Janice heard the door close behind her, and then her blindfold was removed. She blinked her eyes and then uttered a cry of stupefaction. Confronting her were a tall young golden-haired girl and a sturdy, dark-brown-haired young woman, both wearing black shoulder-length kid gloves and matching high-heeled boots rising high on their thighs, and a single-piece red leather body-sheath snug as a second skin which covered them from the tops of their bosoms to the base of their bottoms, lasciviously shaping out the prominent cuntal mounds. She found herself in a luxuriously tiled bathroom, spacious and windowless. A dress box lay on top of an ornate laundry hamper.
"We've already drawn the water for your bath, Janice," the dark-brown woman smilingly told her. "I'm Maxine, and this is Dorothy. Now have a good soak and soap yourself all over and we'll dry you. Then we'll help you put on your new outfit." With this, Maxine stepped forward and removed Janice's gag.
"My God, where am I? Who are you? Who's Paula?" Janice tearfully exclaimed.
"You'll be told everything when you're presented to the bondage master. Now hurry, or we'll have to spank you," young Dorothy interposed. She lifted her gloved right hand and Janice's gray-green eyes widened with apprehension as they fixed on a black leather riding crop with oval-tipped flap at the end. Hastily she removed her pumps, nylons and garter belt, and got into the tub. The water was wonderfully warm, and it eased the muscular aches and the shameful feeling of being dirtied by her rapist's ejaculation over her naked flesh. When she emerged from her bath, Maxine and Dorothy hastened to towel her dry, then the latter ordered, "Now put on your new outfit and be quick about it. Then you'll get your supper, and then the bondage master will tell you everything you have to know. Come on now!"
With trembling fingers, Janice opened the box and gasped in consternation. She saw a pair of gossamer black net hose and red rosette garters, a pair of spike-heeled black leather pumps, a black net bra audaciously low-cut and with an underwire connecting the cups at the bottom and with wispy elastic stretch shoulder straps, and a bikini-type pair of matching panties. Lying beside the box was a curious long, wide black single glove with buckling straps.
"You mean-this is all I'm suppose to wear?" she blushingly stammered.
"Of course. Now get a move on, or I'll spank you!" blonde Dorothy threatened again, drawing back her riding crop.
Janice uttered a frightened cry, hastily seized the skimpy panties and pulled them on. Then she caught sight of herself in a wall-length, narrow mirror to her left and turned crimson with mortification. The panties left the base of her ripe buttocks lewdly bare, and the filmy black net emphasized the pink nakedness of her plump cunt. A light whisk of the crop across her shoulders reminded her to complete her dressing, and with a sob, she adjust the bra. The wire allowed the placement of the cups over her full, lush titties, but the cups themselves exposed the upper curves of her bosom almost down to the nipples. Blinking her eyes to clear them of the tears, Janice seated herself on a padded leather footstool beside the hamper and drew on the black net nylons, then adjusted the rosette garters and finally thrust her feet into the extremely narrow, high-heeled pumps. She took a few hesitant steps, then complained, "Oh, I can't walk in these, I'll fall!"
"They'll teach you not to, Janice, don't worry about it. Now for the restraint glove. Help me, Maxine," Dorothy smilingly replied.
Both young women seized her wrists and drew them behind her back, despite her frantic protests. She felt her arms thrust down into the sheath, which fitted them snugly, up almost to the shoulders. Then both young women wound the straps around her arms from wrists to elbows and buckled them painfully tight.
"Come along now," Maxine ordered, laughingly pinching Janice's ear lobe between gloved thumb and forefinger and leading her out of the bathroom. Janice saw that she was in an underground corridor with doors on each side. She was led to the next door, which Dorothy opened, and Maxine forced her inside in this humiliating way.
Janice accompanied the two stunning young women down the narrow corridor and up a flight of stairs. Maxine opened the door and gestured. As Janice entered, she found herself in a huge living room furnished with two spacious, low wide upholstered couches, several armchairs, and a stone fireplace in front of which, in a straight-backed teak wood chair, a gray-haired man was seated. He was naked except for black knee-length leather boots and elbow-length gloves and a tie-on black face mask over eyes and nose. Janice uttered a shocked gasp as she saw his long, bony-looking prick thrusting boldly out from between his sprawled, hairy thighs. Beside him, her gloved right arm affectionately around his shoulders, stood a prematurely gray-haired, tall, stunningly handsome woman, also wearing a face mask, clad in high-heeled boots and gloves and a black one-piece pliant leather body-sheath which began just under her naked breasts and gusseted her between her long sculptured ivory-hued thighs. Her hair was coifed in a severe oval bun at the back of her head, pulled away from her high-arching forehead.
Janice's eyes moved from the masked man's throbbing, dark-veined prick to the woman's incredibly firm, opulent pear-shaped titties, and then, as she gasped again and turned crimson with humiliation to a tow headed man who was standing in a corner of the room opposite her, hands behind his back, studying her with evident admiration. He too wore a mask, elbow-length black leather gloves and knee length boots, and he too was naked. His prick was in savagely full erection, thick and with an enormous mushroom-cap-like glans, the fleshy lips of which twitched and puckered convulsively.
Flanking Janice on each side, Maxine and Dorothy now knelt down and bowed their foreheads to the thickly carpeted floor.
"Imitate them, Janice," said the man on the chair, and the abducted housewife at once recognized the suave, ingratiating voice of the man who had fucked her.
"Please-what does this all mean. Why have you kidnapped me? Oh, please, get in touch with Bill, my husband, he'll ransom me!" Janice burst out, lowering her eyes and trying not to see the two obscenely bulging pricks extended toward her.
"You were neither kidnapped nor brought here for ransom, Janice. You have been purchased as a bondage slave. Your training is already beginning, and if you don't want to be punished, I advise you to kneel down at once and bow your forehead to the floor to show your respect for your new master," said the man in the chair.
"Oh please! This is just horrible-if it's a practical joke, I don't think very much of it-you'll all go to jail for this-I'm not a slave-oh, stop, what are you doing! Stop it-no-please don't-let me go!"
At the masked man's sign, Dorothy and Maxine had seized coppery-haired Janice Chalmers and dragged her to the straight backed chair, then forced her to couch herself across his naked lap. Then, swiftly, Dorothy knelt down at one side of the chair and Maxine at the other, both young women grasping Janice's shoulders and ankles and immobilizing her.
"I'm going to begin with a simple spanking, slave," the masked man declared as he tucked his left arm around the young housewife's satiny bare waist and appraisingly ran his right palm over her tightening, plump round bottom cheeks. "Then you'll have a chance to pay your respects, and after that I shall introduce you to the man who has purchased your services for this evening."
"No-you haven't got any right-I'm not a slave-this is the twentieth century-let me go-you wait, the police will put all of you in jail-oww-stop it-oh, please, don't take my panties down-not before all these people-ohhhh!"
He had applied a stinging slap over the bikini panties and then, with a mocking chuckle, expertly husked down the filmy black net sheath to her knees, laying bare the lusciously ripe, upstandingly rounded globes of her creamy bottom.
Then, tightening his grip around her waist, he lifted his right hand and brought it down vigorously on the summit of her right buttock.
"Oww! Stop it, that's shameful!" Janice wailed, trying to kick and to jerk her wrists, but finding both impossible. Against her naked side, she could feel his doubled-back hard hot prick, and the realization of her degradation made her face flame and all her muscles frantically jerk and surge in a futile attempt to wriggle off his lap.
Smack! His hand flattened the ripest curve of the other buttocks, and again Janice squealed her discomfort. For a moment, the masked man's right palm leisurely roamed over her flinching bare bottom, then slyly moved in between the cheeks to rub the bare twitching lips of her cunt with his fingertips. As she cried out against this indignity, he resumed the spanking with a dozen sharp quick stinging slaps alternated between the squirming, contracting globes of her behind.
"Oh, sto! You haven't any right to treat me this way, I tell you! You just wait, you'll all pay for this-oww! Stop, you're hurting me-eeeek!" Her voice rose shrilly as his hand descended with three harsh, sonorous slaps across the crevice of her upturned, squirming behind.
The red-haired housewife ground her teeth and tried hard not to cry out, as the spanks came faster and harder than ever. Now her bottom began to jerk and weave and twist each time his hand flattened the angrily reddening, throbbingly heated flesh. Maxine and Dorothy had to redouble their hold to keep her from flinging herself off her executioner's lap, till suddenly, after four repeated, stinging smacks right over the sinuous ambery-shadowy groove between her flaming bottom cheeks, she hysterically implored, "Owwww, eeeowwww! Oh please, stop, stop, I'll do what you want, only stop spanking me, I can't stand it anymore!"
"That's a little better. Now then, kneel between my legs and kiss my prick," he commanded.
Janice straightened, and then recoiled, uttering a horrified cry: "Oh no! You-you can't mean that! Why, I-I've never even done that for my own husband! I won't!"
"Maxine, hand me your riding crop, and you, Dorothy, puller her back over my lap. Then get me a vibrator, Paula my dear, if you will, and you can guess where I want it stuck."
"Oh no-you're out of your minds, all of you-this is horrible-you shouldn't do such awful things to me-no, let go of me-" Janice tried to rise, but the young blonde had already gripped her by the armpits and forcibly shoved her back over the masked man's lap. The dark-brown haired older woman moved forward and handed him her leather riding crop while he clamped his right leg over Janice's frantically kicking calves to immobilize her once again for punishment.
Meanwhile, the statuesque gray-haired woman behind his chair opened a little humidor on the tabouret near the fireplace and took out a flesh-colored plastic vibrator shaped exactly like a male prick in full erection, with little knobs and whorls near the tip like a French tickler. Moving round in front of the chair, she knelt down, slid her left hand under Janice's left thigh and gripped the bare flesh cruelly tight while with the right she introduced the glans-like tip of the vibrator between the naked, twitching, fleshy pink cuntal lips of the sobbing, pleading victim. Thrusting it home as far as it would go, she pressed a little button at the very base of the device to set it whirring.
Instantly Janice's face lifted, eyes huge with incredulous anguish and alarm, her nostrils flaring and shrinking as she tried wildly to twist herself off the masked man's lap. But Maxine and Dorothy had again resumed their grip on her ankles and bare shoulders and forced her down inescapably.
"Oh God, what-what-what is it-what did you put into me-oh my-oh it's moving, it's tickling, it's hurting-oh my Lord, I can feel it stretching me down there-please, oh please do take it out-oh I can't stand it!" her voice was choked with sobs and tears.
By this time, her black net panties had twisted around her calves and without more ado, the masked man pressed the shaft of the riding crop across the fullest curves of her angrily splotched bare bottom, tapped it a few times, then lifted it up and brought it down with a dexterous twist of his wrist that sent it swishing and smacking over the tender, sensitized bottom flesh.
"Eeeeeooooowwwoouuuu!!!! Oh, no, oh don't wh-whip me that way-oh it's too much-oh for God's sake, take it out of me-oh don't do both to me at the same time, it's inhuman, a woman can't stand it-oh stop-aiiiii, I beg of you!" Janice shrilled.
She tried to clench her thighs, then yawn them, as the incessantly throbbing vibrator worked inside her cuntal sheath. The friction of the plastic nubs and whorls and knobs exacerbated and tenderized the exquisitely sensitive crannies of her vaginal sheath, and her hips began involuntarily to buck and weave.
In the corner, the towheaded stocky masked man was frigging his cock with his cupped right hand, his forefinger tip prodding the puckering lips of the meatus to hold back the urge to gush, and his glittering eyes fixed on the exciting scene.
Slowly the man on the chair raised the riding crop, the swished it across the base of Janice's wriggling bottom. "Eeeeek! Oh don't, oh it hurts, it burns! My God, you're killing me-oh this awful thing inside me, it's going to explode, it's making me feel so faint-please stop, oh why are you treating me this way?" the naked captive hysterically sobbed.
She tried to twist and struggle, but the two girls were holding her down too effectively for that. Besides, her bottom was on fire, and between her legs there was an even more intense sensation. Ohh, ohh, I've never felt anything like this before in all my life! It's tickling and moving inside my cunny-it's tickling and it's making me so hot, I just can't stand it! And that awful spanking and now the switching-I'm on fire, oh, Bill, why did you go away and leave me and be mad at me? I've tried to be a good wife-ooooohhh, this is dreadful, I feel my cunny getting wet and everything-
The riding crop came down twice more, slashing across the tops of Janice's wriggling hips, then diagonally over both huddling, inflamed globes. "Oww, stop, stop, I'll do it, oh, for God's sake, if you'll only stop and take this awful thing out of me, I'll do anything!" she hysterically moaned.
Once again she was shoved down onto her knees and there, sobbing and trembling, squirming and twisting her shoulders frantically in an ingenuous attempt to dislodge the still throbbing vibrator lodged deeply inside her tingling cunt, Janice bowed her head toward the masked man's prick. Arching forward in the chair, he proffered it to her mouth, the tip rubbing against her trembling, tear wet lips. "Kiss it lovingly, then say, 'Master, your bondage slave worships your big prick.' Say it that way, or back you go over my lap for another dose, and this time you'll have a vibrator up your butt, too, Janice!" he threatened.
She couldn't help shifting about on her knees, for the vibrator was driving her absolutely crazy. Waves of furious sensuality swirled and seethed along her inner thighs, deep inside her cuntal chasm, and she could feel her nipples stiffening with every breath. Blinking her eyes to clear them of the tears, she managed at least to brush the tip of his prick with her quivering lips and to mumble the desired formula.
"That's not too bad for your first time, Janice. But I think Harry will be able to continue your good education without any further delay. Do you want to take over now, Harry?"
"I sure do, Rog!" the stocky man came forward now, his prick bobbing and shaking, its formidable head purplish and standing out from the shaft with its wide, shallow circumsisional groove. "Stay on your knees there, Janice."
"Yes-yes-but for God's sake, won't you please take this thing out of me?" the distraught young woman whimpered.
He stepped toward her, plunging the fingers of his left hand into her tumbled pageboy, twisting it, tilting up her face. Then, grasping the base of his prick between right thumb and forefinger, he proffered his organ to her mouth. "Now you're to suck me off, Janice. And if you don't do a good job, I'll put you in bondage all night long," he warned in his harsh voice.
"Oh no! Please don't make me do such a filthy thing! Oh for God's sake, won't you at least call my husband, he'll pay anything to save me! Please!" Janice moaned, unable to keep from squirming from knee to knee as the vibrator continued its relentless throbbing deep inside her churning cunt.
"Hand me that riding crop, Dorothy!" she heard the man order, and with a frantic cry, Janice leaned forward and put her trembling lips against the bulbous tip of his prick. "Oh, no, I'll do it, please don't whip me anymore! Oh, please, if I do it, will you-will you take this awful thing out?"
"We'll see after you've obeyed, slave. Now get with it. Take all of my prick that you can inside your mouth and suck it nice and easy, hear?" Harry ordered.
Tears ran down her congested cheeks as she closed her eyes as she helplessly opened her mouth to permit the entry of his prickhead. She gagged and retched, but suddenly a flick of the riding crop across her naked, welted and splotched bottom reminded her of the danger. With a feverish, sobbing gasp, she began dutifully to suck, controlling her nausea.
But she couldn't help weaving and twisting, her breasts jiggling with her involuntary movements, coerced by the insidious vibrator thrust all the way up her wet, twitching cunt. As she made glugging and slurping sounds, her cheeks bulging as the man forced his prick deeper and deeper into her mouth, her eyes suddenly widened and glazed, her nostrils flaring furiously as the approach of sexual orgasm seized her.
"Oh God, I can't do it any more-it's going off inside me-oh my cunny-my poor cunny-oooohhh! Aaaaaah! Oh, I'm going to fain-aaaaaah!" she suddenly wailed, as she twisted away, leaving his prick glistening and bobbing in the air, then fell onto her side and kicked and twisted. Burning tides of lascivious cuntal juices swept through her, moistened her furiously twitching cuntal lips as Janice Chalmers felt herself swept into the void of shattering orgasm.
CHAPTER THREE
She lay sprawled on her back as Harry reached down to pull out the stickied vibrator and toss it to Maxine who dropped it back into the humidor. "Well, our prudish little housewife has made a great step forward," Harry drawled. "I think right now a good public fucking would keep her in the proper mood. That is, Rog, if your lovely wife has no objections?"
"Of course she doesn't," the man in the chair chuckled. "After all, Paula is club vice-president, you know. Besides, I agree with you that it's the best step in her continued training. By next week, I want to show my new slave off at our regular monthly meeting. Go to it, Harry."
"I'll do just that. Now then, Janice," the stocky man squatted down and stared at the half-conscious, still squirming housewife, "I want you to use your tongue on my prick to get me hard again so I can fuck you. And you'd better do a good job, or I'll hang you up in a cat's cradle with vibrators stuck in both your holes all night long, and that's a promise. Get busy now, slave!"
With this, he straddled over her face and lowered his limp sticky prick to her panting mouth. Dorothy came forward and husked off Janice's twisted black net panties, watching with glowing, dark-blue eyes, her other hand surreptitiously beginning to rub her leather-sheathed crotch.
Wanly, Janice opened her mouth and meekly put out her dainty pink tongue as she closed her eyes tightly to shut out the sight of the obscene, sticky organ proffered to her. This is worse than any nightmare any woman could ever have! Oh my God, when are they going to let me rest a little? And why do they keep saying I'm a slave? How did they know who I was and where to find me this morning and that Bill would be away? Ugh-the taste of his c-cock is just awful-oh I'm so ashamed, I've never done this for Bill and I wouldn't ever have done it either-and that man in the chair who whipped me has had me and made me kiss his cock and now I've sucked this other man and he's going to h-have me too! Oh my God, I'm helpless, I have to do everything they want or they'll whip me some more and I just can't bear it! And my arms and shoulders hurt from this awful glove or whatever it is they've tied me into!
Harry's hands cupped her flushed, tear-wet cheeks as he knelt over her breasts and watched her tongue rasp and lap and prod all over his prickhead and the tightening shaft. "You're getting there, but it needs lots more work! I want it to be as hard as it was when you sucked me, Janice!" he informed the almost naked young housewife.
Gasping and choking, Janice hastened her task, her tongue rubbing wildly over the meatus lips of Harry's big glans, then the ridge of the circumcisional groove, and then at his directions down the shaft to his balls as he moved this way and that over her face. His grunts and gasps of delight reassured her that she was performing her odium's, shameful task as he desired. Her buttocks still burned from the spanking and from the riding-crop switching, but also the tingling hot glow radiating throughout her wet cunt compelled her involuntary squirmings. Oh, what's come over me? I'm afraid of them and I'm so ashamed, but that thing they stuffed inside my c-cunny made me so hot I can still feel it as if it were still there! Ooooh, I can feel myself twisting and wiggling, just like a pr-prostitute with a man-what must they think of me?
"That's fine. Now spread your legs as far as you can-no, I've a better idea. Pull your knees up against your tits, then spread them as wide apart as you can get them and keep them that way while I fuck you, Janice!" Harry hoarsely ordained.
Moving on his knees as Janice sobbingly took his salacious pose which upturned the shadowy groove between her buttocks and yawned apart the crinkly, wet pink lips of her cunt, he gripped her knee hollows with his sinewy fingers and teased her by rubbing his prickhead over the insides of her thighs, then playfully into the amber crevice that led to her virgin butthole. "Oh don't-oh for God's sake, don't put it there!" she squealed, twisting her hips and bursting into tears.
"No, not this time. That'll come later. Now hold still and I want those knees still farther apart-that's better. Now then, I'm going to fuck you till you cum!" he promised.
Janice caught her breath, twisted her face to one side, closing her eyes to blot out the lewd spectacle she was making of herself. And then she felt the bulbous tip of Harry's stiff throbbing prick rasp against first the outer labia and then moist twitching vulva lips, pry these apart and sink in slowly, inch by gouging inch.
"Oooooh!" she breathed, for she had suddenly felt her vaginal sheath constrict as if it had agile muscles that yearned to seize and clamp against his entering ramrod. "Ohhhh, pl-please take it easy, it's so-it's so tender and s-sensitive there!" she whimpered.
Her feet kicked spasmodically as he crammed himself half way into her quaking cuntal sheath, holding himself back, studying her averted, flushed face, watching the erratic rise and fall of her lush round titties. Then with a vigorous shove, he planted himself to his balls, grinding his pelvis against hers with a gasp of pleasure. "Considering she's been married two years, Rog, she's still nicely tight!" he announced to the man on the chair.
"Then you can be sure her other hole will be even tighter. But your rental of her tonight doesn't include that, I'm sorry to say."
"Not even for another grand?"
"Sorry, old man, I've other plans for Janice's second maidenhead. But you're invited to watch them, so don't look so glum. Go ahead and show us what a cocksmith you are. I know Dorothy and Maxine are just dying to be in Janice's place," the masked man laughed.
"Oooooh-please-not so h-hard!" Janice moaned as Harry drew back to the brink of her twitching cunt, suspended himself a moment, then crammed ruthless back to his balls. Her feet kicked frantically, both pumps tumbling off and thudding to the floor, her nylon-sheathed toes curling and twisting in a paroxysm.
"She's got a juicy cunt and I can feel it squeezing my prick, Rog," Harry hoarsely announced, pulling back slowly, then gouging to the balls again. Janice, her weight bearing down on her tightly sheathed arms in the single-glove restraint, groaned, but by now she was no longer conscious of the discomfort of that bondage. Her cunt was glowing again, and the tingling warmth which the vibrator had engendered seemed to have returned even more ardently. Her face lifted, her eyes wide and glazed and staring. "Ohh-aaahhh-oh please-not so hard-it's rubbing-oh, it's tickling so-oh God-aaaah!" she faintly panted.
Now angling himself, Harry aimed at her dainty clitoris at the very apex of her yawning cunt, rasping it with the tip of his rigid, throbbing prick before returning it to her dripping sheath. An electrifying surge of passion swept through her, and her loins and hips arched wildly, unconsciously, to that insidious friction. Once again her face lifted, contorted and flushed. Her feet twisted frantically in every direction as he forced himself home to the balls, and slowly drew back to the brink of her churning cunt and poised himself.
Vaguely, as in a dream, she heard the masked man's sudden hoarse shout of rapture as he ejaculated his bubbling jism into the young blonde's eagerly receptive mouth, and then a tumultuous upheaval seemed to grip her lower body, making her thighs and buttocks thresh and squirm and jerk frantically as Harry suddenly rammed home to the hilt inside her quaking cuntal sheath.
"Eeeeeeaaaahrrr! Oh, I'm going to cummmmm! Oh I can't help it, Bill oh, I didn't mean to, I love you, oh, I didn't want to be unfaithful to you-I just can't help it-oh God-I'm cumming now!!!" she cried hysterically.
Then her body bucked and jerked and swerved as Harry, accelerating his cadence of gouging thrusts deep to the balls inside her dripping, shuddering sheath, approached his own climax. As his bubbling drench flooded her cunt, Janice uttered a piercing, prolonged cry of agonized rapture, beside herself with the shattering, volcanic outpouring of all her cunt juices. Her head rolled from side to side, eyes bulging, as she thrust herself frenziedly up against Harry's jerking, throbbing prick, as if yearning to drain it of its very last jismic drop.
Then, with a sobbing little cry, she sagged, black waves of exquisite fulfillment cradling her and lulling her and drowning out all other sounds in this luxurious room of orgiastic sexual bondage.
CHAPTER FOUR
"That wasn't a bad show our new bondage slave put on," the masked man in the chair chuckled genially. "If you like, Harry, you can take one of the special equipment rooms upstairs for the rest of the night. Just remember, though, I'm reserving her last cherry for our regular formal meeting. As for you, Janice, I'd advise you to let Harry do whatever he wants to you-don't worry, my dear, he won't maim or permanently damage you in any way, you're much too gorgeous a figure to spoil. Your evening meal was well dosed with the pill, which for all I know you may be taking anyway. I'll see you tomorrow noon at brunch."
The stocky man who had just fucked the trembling housewife and brought her to an unwilling climax reached down and yanked her disheveled coppery hair, "Get on your knees and crawl behind me to our bedroom, slave," he instructed.
"You'll find plenty of disciplinary instruments in whatever room you select, Harry," his host called out. "Don't hesitate to discipline Janice if she needs it. The best way to train a new bondage slave is through the strictest and swiftest discipline from the very outset. Now then, Dorothy girl, suppose you let down your tights and get over my lap and work my prick up to give you a good leisurely fuck. Paula, if you like, take Maxine along and amuse yourself this evening. We'll meet in the dining room tomorrow, and Dorothy and Maxine will serve us brunch. In another week, I hope that Janice will be able to equal their services, if not surpass them."
With a squeal of discomfort, Janice had stumbled to her knees, her face crimson, her body still trembling from the aftermath of that expertly induced orgasm. As Harry moved ahead of her, she glanced back with incredulous eyes to see the tall young blonde girl wriggle out of her leather tights and seat herself astride the masked man's lap, squirming and rubbing her cunt against his still stiff, greasy prick. Gray-haired Paula was standing facing Maxine, her hands squeezing the dark-brown haired older slave girl's tits and whispering into Maxine's ear.
Good heavens, I've never seen anything like this before in all my life. I've never even read about it! They're all sex maniacs and that awful man in the chair is just about the worst of all! When are they going to call poor Bill and have him come pay the ransom for me? How long am I supposed to be a slave, as they call it? And oh, for heaven's sake what is this awful Harry going to do now, as if he hasn't done enough already! My poor c-cunny feels so stretched and used, it's so awfully sensitive after all I've been through today!
Her pro tem purchaser led the way up a flight of carpeted stairs, turning back to order, "Crawl up on your knees, slave, and don't lag behind or you'll get extra punishment!"
Breathlessly, Janice executed the uncomfortable maneuver, visibly conscious of the way her big full round creamy tits were jiggling like mounds of freshly made Jello. Forced to glance down constantly at the steps so as to negotiate them, she was also made shamefacedly aware of the naked, gaping pinkness of her cuntal lips, and a hot wave of blushes burned her cheeks and forehead as she finally, pantingly, reached the second-floor level.
Harry opened the door directly at the left of the landing, and gestured to Janice to crawl inside. He flicked on the light switch and chuckled with anticipation, while the naked, still tethered young housewife straightened on her knees and uttered a choking gasp of disbelief. It was a large high-ceilinged windowless room, dominated at the right by a four-poster canopied bed, with metal rings set into the posters as well as the head and baseboards. At the far left corner was a sharp-ridged wooden saw horse with buckling straps fixed to the front and rear legs at the base. In the center of the ceiling, a pulley let down a trapeze bar with metal bracelets soldered to each end. At the corner to her immediate left and as she entered, Janice stared apprehensively at a wooden pillory set on a small raised dais, with large central hole for the neck and two smaller holes for the wrists. A few feet ahead of her, on a thick gymnasium mat, lay several lengths of white clothesline, a black leather punishment helmet with a plastic pear-shaped gag attached to cut-out provided for the wearer's mouth, an oval-shaped, leather-covered short-handle paddle, a lady's thing swishy leather riding crop and a pair of metal thumb cuffs.
Shivering and frightened, Janice raised her humid, dilated gray-green eyes to the masked, booted, gloved man who had rented her bondage and slavery services for the night. "What-what are you going to do to me? Oh, please, what does it all mean? They kidnapped me, I'm a decent married woman, my husband doesn't know where I am-oh please, if you'll help me, I'll see that Bill pays you very well!" she implored.
"That's between you and Rog, bitch," he chuckled, standing straddle-legged with his limp, greasy prick obscenely dangling before her horrified eyes, his gloved hands fixed on his hips in a swaggering attitude. "For now, all you have to remember is that you're the slave and I'm the bondage master. But in case you don't know what bondage is, it's captivity which teaches you that every part of your body is for the use of your master, and that by keeping you tied up and in very awkward and embarrassing positions, you'll learn your place. Also, you might discover some feelings you didn't know you had-just like when I fucked you downstairs in front of Rog and Paula and those two gorgeous slave girls they own."
"They own?" Janice incredulously uttered, her face a fiery red as she saw him staring at her hairless pink cunt, and she quickly clenched her thighs in the illusory hope of hiding that now shamefully unprotected private part of her femininity.
"Oh, sure. They came to work about six months ago, Dorothy as Paula's maid and Maxine as Roger's private secretary. He persuaded them to sign a contract of slavery which will last two years. After that, they can renew it or not as they choose, but they seem to enjoy it, so my guess is that they'll renew. Now, let's get down to you, Janice baby. Stand up and turn around, I'm going to take that restraint off you."
"Oh thank goodness!" she gasped as she struggled to her feet.
Expertly, Harry unbuckled the straps, then yanked off the single-glove sheath and Janice exhaled a sigh of grateful relief as she flexed her arms and moved them about to get back the circulation. He walked around her slowly, studying her from all angles. "This has been quite a day for you, I gather," he finally said in a sarcastic tone. "I don't imagine you've ever had to blow a man before or get fucked in front of a lot of witnesses."
"Oh, no, never-oh if you only knew how shameful it was for me-oh please-if you've any mercy, help me escape, I'll be awfully grateful and so will Bill!"
"Now don't start that again," he said sharply. "Just move over to the trapeze bar and lift your arms up as high as you can."
"What-what are you going to do to me, oh please don't hurt me, please!" Janice tearfully supplicated.
He reached down to the mat and picked up the riding crop, at which Janice, with a terrified squeal, fairly scampered under the trapeze bar and lofted her arms, shivering apprehensively.
Tucking the crop under an armpit, Harry came swiftly to her, unlocked each of the metal bracelets by pressing a tiny little lever with his thumbnail, then fettered her wrists tightly in the cuffs. Going to the far wall, he touched a black button in a control panel, and the pulley began to move, lifting her till she was extended on tiptoe.
When he returned to her, it was to remove her bra, leaving her in only the sheer black net nylons and the gaudy red rosette garters which made a prick-hardening contrast against the rosy-flecked pale creamy smoothness of her naked skin.
Drawing up a stool, and taking several lengths of clothesline, Harry seated himself and at once tied one of the cords around Janice's left ankle, then another cord around the right. This done, he moved behind her, stood on the stool with one of the cords in his hands and dragged her up till her stockinged heel pressed against her naked back, tying the other end of the cord tightly around the solid metal trapeze bar. A moment later, Janice found herself with her legs pulled back up and her heels rubbing against her back, her muscles frantically stretched, her cuntal lips distended and palpitating in helpless vulnerability.
"Oh God, it hurts-oh please don't leave me like this! Oh it hurts all my shoulder and arm muscles, please!" she whimpered.
He moved round to face her, and her distraught eyes fixed on his stiffening, uptilting prick. It seemed to be again in full erection, the glans purplish and throbbing, the lips puckering with lustful impulse. Nodding with satisfaction, Harry picked up several more lengths of clothesline, mounted the stool, and then proceeded to bind them over and below her shuddering round tits, making them thrust out in the most obscene way imaginable. Finally, he looped a last cord round her soft creamy throat, drew it down between her straddled legs and yanked it cruelly up on the other side, rasping the sensitive pink yawning lips of her vulnerable cunt and making the other end of the line fast to the noose.
As her breathing quickened, Janice was mortifyingly conscious of the frictional pressure of that line against her ultra-sensitized cuntal lips, and her slightest squirmings produced anguished, yet strangely arousing new sensations. So, too, did the feel of his wiry fingers on her bare twitching skin.
"I see they shaved your cunt, but they forgot to shave your armpits. Once in a while I like to have an armpit fuck, Janice, so I think I'll get you ready for it right now," he calmly announced.
"Oh no-oh this is dreadful-shameful! Please, it hurts me to be tied like this-please let me down-I won't try to get away, I promise!" she wailed.
"I'm sure you won't get away, and I'd rather have that than promises. Just hold still till I get back from the bathroom with the shaving stuff," he chuckled.
A few minutes later, while she closed her eyes and turned her scarlet face away, sniffling and squirming, Harry had begun to lave her hairy armpits with lather from a shaving brush, and then very carefully to shave off the thick dark-red curls with a straight razor. Just as she had done before, Janice held her breath and tried to immobilize herself lest the sharp razor nick her in that extremely sensitive region.
When he had finished sponging her armpits, he reached out and cupped the back of her head with both hands, aiming his stiff aching prick against her left, distended, hairless armpit and began to rub his glans slowly and lingeringly over the smooth moist niche.
Janice kept her eyes frantically shut, trying hard not to move, for now she was atrociously conscious of all her muscles, many of them hitherto unused and now subjected to the most fearful stresses.
"That's very nice, but I think those big tits of yours can give my big prick an even better fuck," he hoarsely announced as he shifted himself on the stool and prodded the valley between her heaving tits with the bulbous tip of his virile ramrod. His eyes feasted on the way the white cords bit into the flesh immediately below and above her swelling breasts, making them seem larger and tauter than they were. Janice gasped as she felt his hot, slightly moist prickhead chafe against the valley of her bosom, and then move to her right breast and begin to prod her stiffened quivering nipple and to trace the circle of the aureole.
"Oh, don't-it's so shameful-please don't!" she moaned feverishly, and then suddenly jerked her eyes open wide to fix on his smirking, flushed face. He had lowered his right hand and playfully frigged her wet twitching cuntal lips with his forefinger, then moved it till it prodded the hardening nodule of her clit.
Ohhh, he's doing things to me Bill never did in all the two years of our marriage-oh my goodness, I can't help myself, I'm tied and helpless and he's just using me to please himself-ooooh, his finger is tickling my c-cunny and right there on the little button, and it's sending all sorts of crazy, hot feelings all the way through me! Oh, dear that rope is cutting me there too and even when I breathe, it's driving me crazy!
"Now I think you ought to suck me a little and get me ready for your cunt, Janice," Harry observed as he grasped his scrotum with left thumb and forefinger and pressed the bulging tip of his rigid, dark-veined cock against her panting lips.
"Mmmmmm-gluggg-ugh-oaaaahhh-mmmmmffffnnnggg!!" she moaned wordlessly as she accepted his swollen spear and began frantically to suck at it in the desperate hope that she would obtain her freedom by immediate compliance.
His left forefinger continued to frig her cuntal lips and to tweak her clit, which had hardened and was beginning to send sporadic waves of sensual desire through her bound naked body. She couldn't help jerking and squirming in the air, even though the rope between her legs seemed to grind cruelly against her yawning cunt at each involuntary start under the goad of his knowing finger. Her cheeks bulging, and wet, chokingly suctioning noises escaping her gasping mouth, Janice Chalmers spontaneously prodded Harry's glans with the tip of her feverish tongue in her frantic effort to end this bondage of suspension and ease her furiously protesting muscles.
"You're improving, slave," he quickly approved as he pulled out of her mouth. "Now I'm going to fuck you, and maybe when I do you'll feel the difference between the fuck out there in Rog's living room and here in bondage."
With this, kneeling on the broad top of the padded footstool, Harry reached out to dig his fingertips against the jutting rounds of her squirming, still reddened bottom as he pulled her to him, fitting the tip of his prick into the wet yawning maw of her hugely straddled cunt.
"Oooooh!" her eyes opened, rolled upwards, glassy and humid with her mounting atonement. With a groan, he thrust himself to the balls, and Janice's body jerked and vibrated in her bonds, the trapeze swaying and the pulley creaking with her exertions. "Oh my God-ohhh, please, not so hard-oh it hurts all my muscles-oh my Lord, be g-gentle, I'm begging you!" she sobbingly breathed.
He drew himself slowly back, then swiveled his hips so that the tip of his prick brushed the throbbing button of her wakened clit. "Eek! Ohhh, it ti-tickles so-ohh, please, I can't stand it-oh please hurry and do it to me, please, oh, let me down, my body aches so, I'll obey you, anything, take me down from here!" Janice huskily pleaded, tears running down her scarlet cheeks.
I can't stop what's happening to me, and it's scaring me! Why, to tie me up in this awful position in the air with all these ropes and to feel me up and to do things to me the way he has, he must be one of those awful perverts-but I can't help feeling so hot and squirmy, especially when he rubs my little b-button down in my c-cunny! Oh, I'm so ashamed of myself, I'm starting to respond to him just as if I were a common pr-prostitute! I've always tried to be a decent wife, and yet this awful man and the other one are making me feel like a whore-oooooh, he's tickling my button again, he's driving me crazy!"
After rubbing his prickhead this way and that against the hardening nodule of Janice's clit, Harry drew slightly back, aimed for the center of her vulva, and then, digging his fingers hard into the inner edges of her shuddering bottom cheeks, thrust slowly and inexorably home to the balls in a single uninterrupted stroke.
"Aaaahhh, ooohh, ouuuu, pl-please, I'm going to faint-I'm getting so d-dizzy-oh stop, aaahhh-oh what are you doing to me? oh my God, I know I'm going to faint, I'm trembling all over-oh don't-aaah-let me down-oh at least, let me get on the bed and rest-eeek! Oh something's happening-oh, I'm going to faint, I know I am-oh my God, I'm c-cummmmmingggg!!!" she sobbingly moaned.
Her eyes rolling, her nostrils flaring and shrinking, Janice tilted back her head and felt her body lunge back at his, grinding her pelvic basin hard against his rampant, unyielding prick. Wave upon wave of furious sensual heat and moisture began to churn deep inside her womb, and as he slipped his right forefinger into the sinuous crack between her asscheeks and lightly goosed her, Janice Chalmers uttered a high-pitched shriek of despairing anguish and felt her body buck and weave and jerk and leap furiously to his ploughing. With several swift digs in and out of her quaking cuntal sheath, Harry now achieved his rapturous climax, while Janice's body continued to shake and writhe continuously for long moments after he crouched, panting with exultance, feeling his ebbing prick clamped and squeezed by the frenzied contractions of her vaginal walls.
"You make a damned pretty picture that way, Janice," Harry chuckled as he moved back his greasied, limp prick still throbbing with the pleasure from her tight, quaking, moist cuntal sheath. "I've a good mind to leave you that way all night long."
"Oh, please don't, please! My muscles ache so-oh please be n-nice, I'll do anything you want!" Janice feverishly promised.
"You will anyway. By the way, I'd suggest you call me master every time you talk to me. And you'd better do that to all the other guys in the bondage club, or you won't be able to sit down for a week. Just a friendly piece of advice."
"Th-thank you, m-master," she faltered, blushing violently. I never dreamed I'd be saying master to any man, especially somebody who isn't my own husband. But this Harry is sort of nice, he could have punished me awfully hard for not saying it. I'll just have to try to please him the best I can because I certainly don't want any more spankings!
He expertly untied Janice and set her down on the floor. The he made a peremptory gesture, and with a gasp, she knelt down and bowed her head before him.
"I think we'll put this glove over your arms for the night. It'll keep you from trying to escape," he decided.
"Oh, please don't, it makes my shoulders and arms ache so, please, m-master!" she sniffled.
"Just for complaining, I will. Now put your arms behind your back, slave!"
With a groan, the coppery-haired young woman obeyed, looking up appealingly at him as he dragged the leather single-glove restraint sheath back in place and buckled the straps tightly.
Next, to her consternation, he produced a nose ring attached to a long thin silver chain whose hook he clamped around one of the rings in the footboard of the huge bed. Then, the fingers of his left hand hooking into her rumpled page boy to tilt up her face, he sprung the ring and applied it to the nasal membrane, shutting it slowly and carefully. Janice squealed and stiffened, her eyes enormous with apprehension.
"The ends of the ring are covered with felt so they won't hurt too much, unless of course you try to get away," he chuckled. "Now that you're fixed up for the night, suppose you show your gratitude by sucking my prick clean."
"Y-yes, m-master," Janice faintly stammered, her cheeks flooding with scarlet as he moved before her.
Closing her eyes, she tendered her mouth and accepted the throbbing, vibrant, velvety glans of his stickied prick. She gasped and choked at first, as his palms cupped her cheeks and he pressed himself deeper into her panting mouth. She could feel his prick stiffen as her lips began to draw moistly upon the rigid head, and she stared up at him in surprise. Why, he's some sort of stud or something! He's already h-had me twice and made me s-suck him off, and I can feel his c-cock getting hard as a rock again right now-oh my, and that masked man in the chair said something about my being a slave for all the members at their regular meeting. If they're all like this Harry, I don't know how I'm going to cope with it all!
Seeing that she was accepting his prick and attending to it as a slave should, Harry lowered his hands to fondle her big round firm creamy breasts, his thumbs and forefingers tweaking the soft crinkly nipples which began to twitch and then stiffen with tumescence. Janice squirmed on her knees, fearful of tautening the nose-ring chain too much, though by now she had grown accustomed to the pressure of the tiny felt pads against her sensitive nasal membrane. I really do begin to feel like a slave now, with my arms stuck into that tight glove and this ring in my nose. I'm sure that's the way women were kept in slavery centuries ago, because I remember reading about things like this back in school-though they certainly didn't give sexy details. It's so funny, here I'm thinking about what's happening to me, and I'm almost forgetting that they kidnapped me away from Bill, and I still don't know if they've gotten in touch with him to come and save me or not-oh my, his c-cock is jerking in my mouth, oh dear, I'll bet he'll want to have me again before he lets me go to sleep!
"That's fine, slave," Harry hoarsely interrupted. "That chain's long enough for you to bow your head down toward the floor. Spread your knees apart as far as you can. I'm going to give you a goodnight fuck, Janice girl."
"Why-yes, m-master," she nervously gulped, then slowly and very cautiously bowed her head down toward the floor, shifting her knees apart.
"More than that, and tilt that big red ass of yours up as far as you can so I can get into your cunt, slave," he instructed.
Shivering and blushing furiously, Janice obeyed, feeling the familiar ache of her shoulder and arm muscles in this exaggeratedly stretched and bent-over pose. Already her cuntal lips had begun to twitch, and as he knelt behind her, Harry could see the moist, glistening folds of her lewdly gaping cunt, as well as the plainly visible nodule of her clitoris at the very apex of that exquisitely inviting, pink gape.
Reaching out with his hands to cup and knead her panting titties, he prodded the outer labia of her soft moist cunt several times, enjoying the feel of her squirming warm satiny bottom against his belly. Then suddenly he thrust against the very core, his prickhead prying apart the palpitating vulva lips and entering her churning cuntal sheath.
"Ohhhh! Oh, my! Ooooooh!" Janice moaned feverishly, unable to suppress the convulsive squirming of her upturned naked hips and the wavering of her trembling thighs.
His thick hard prick seemed to rub the crannies of her cuntal walls even more vigorously in this dog-fashion pose than before, and Janice lifted her scarlet face, her eyes wide with anguished expectancy as she felt the overpowering sensations of carnal lust overtake her one again. Oh, what's happening to me? I ought to be horrified by all these dreadful things these men are doing to me, but I just can't help myself anymore! I can feel his big cock rubbing inside my cunny, and it's starting all over again, I'm getting hot and sexy, even more than I did with poor Bill. Oh, I won't ever dare tell Bill what they've done to me, I'd be so ashamed to have him know his wife was behaving just like a whore-ooooooh, I can feel his belly smack against my poor bottom, and his cock is digging so deep and so hard I'm going to faint if he keeps it up much longer!
His fingertips had resumed their tweaking of her stiffened nipples, and her titties shudderingly rose and fell, seeming to offer themselves greedily to his enervating touches. Now, his left hand palming her left breast, Harry slid his right forefinger down her belly till he reached the exposed button of her clit, and began to rub it gently.
"Eeeeeek! Ohhh, that t-tickles so! Oh my-ooooh, m-master-ooouuuu!!" Janice sobbed in her feverish delirium as her body jerked and squirmed. With deep thrusts, his prick forced its way along the quaking, lubricated volutes of her fully aroused cuntal sheath, while his forefinger insistently nudged and rolled and prodded her throbbing, swelling clit. Her eyes glassy and bulging, her mouth gaping in whimpering little wordless cries, the coppery-haired young housewife unconsciously thrust herself back to meet his lunges, rubbing her cunt against his prying forefingers as she felt the seething hot tension gather in her shuddering loins.
Through her own gasps and little whimpered moans, she could hear the squishy sounds of his prick drawing almost to the very brink of her gaping cuntal lips, then surging back to the hilt, hear the smack of his belly against her wriggling bottom. And his hoarsened breathing told her also that he was taking pleasure from her slave-servicing. My heavens, this Harry just can't seem to get enough of my poor cunny! I-I guess it's awfully flattering-if I weren't so ashamed and so worried about poor Bill-oooooh, he's just driving me crazy with his finger and his cock, and he's squeezing my tit and I can feel my nipples getting so hot and stiff! Oh my! His cock is so much thicker and bigger than Bill's- at least it feels that way-ooooh, I can't help myself any more, I'm going to have to cum!
Suddenly Janice stiffened, her head lifting, her eyes glassy and frantically questioning as she felt her body shaken by the sensual tumult which had crystallized in the pink wet maw of her exacerbated cunt. Then she uttered a frantic shriek and her hips bucked and twisted furiously as she felt him quicken his digs and suddenly hilt himself to the balls inside her, his forefinger pressing her clit back into its soft hiding place. The sudden lash of hot jism drew another clamorous shriek of indescribable rapture from her panting mouth as she felt it lash the quaking crannies of her churning womb.
"That wasn't bad at all for a new slave, Janice," he thickly approved as he pulled out of her with a squishy "Plop!" while she wriggled and squirmed and sobbed helplessly as the fury of orgasmic relief ebbed through her. "You'll find that if you're careful, you can turn over on your back and go to sleep there by the foot of the bed, just like a faithful bitch watching over her master. See you in the morning."
CHAPTER FIVE
"Time to get up now, Janice, and get ready to serve your master's brunch," the red-haired naked housewife heard a young female voice through the vague haze of her dream. She had been running in a forest clearing, naked except for her black net hose and red garters and high-heeled pumps, her arms sheathed in the single-glove restraint, and a dozen men had been hunting her with bows and arrows. But the arrows had rubber suction tubes instead of points at the end, painted with different colors, and she had been dodging back and forth trying to avoid being hit. And two arrows had hit her at the same time, one of them green and the other red, the green one on her right buttock, the red one on her belly. By the laws of the slave hunt, she had had to kneel up and await the lucky hunters. They had come out from behind their trees, and knelt down to double-hole her, thrusting their pricks inside both her cunt and asshole. She had dreamed that she had been sandwiched between them, groaning and jerking from the muscular tension of her sheathed arms, and she had felt a furious bubbling lust inside both her impaled, frictioned holes.
"Just look at what a wet pussy our new slave bitch has," the woman's voice repeated.
Janice blinked her eyes, found herself lying on her back, glanced frantically up at the chain and saw to her relief that there was still enough slack. It was true: her cunt was wet, and the dream had brought about her own erotic emission.
Golden-haired Dorothy led her to a bathroom, instructed her to shower after having first removed the sheath, then set out a new slave outfit for her appearance in the dining room.
"You're to crawl in on all fours, Janice, go around the table and kiss the foot of everyone who's there. Don't forget, or they'll spank you good and hard. Maxine and I have to clean the house, so we won't be there to help you. Good luck!"
A few moments later, blushing with confusion to find herself clad only in a whispy black net G-string, charcoal-brown nylons with purple rosette garters clinging high on her lush round thighs, and spike-heeled black leather pumps, Janice Chalmers dutifully crawled into the luxurious dining room to find Harry and the masked man who was evidently the owner of this elegant house, and the latter's gray-haired wife Paula. All three wore masks, but the two men were naked except for boots and shoulder-length black kid gloves. Paula was resplendent in a black net leotard which took her from the tops of her bosom to between her long sleek thighs, with knee-length spike-heeled black kid boots and elbow-length matching gloves.
"How charming, Roger darling," Paula said in a cultured voice as she glanced at the wiry masked man at the head of the table.
Remembering what Dorothy had told her, Janice hastened towards him, passing Harry enroute.
"Kiss his foot first, slave," the masked head of the bondage club rebuked her. "He's first there, and you owe him as much respect as you do me. That'll mean a spanking, Janice."
"But I thought-you-you said you were my master, and I-" the almost naked young woman frantically appealed.
"To a slave, any guest of mine, whether male or female, is a master or mistress and deserving of the same respect you show Paula and me. Now get on with it!" he harshly ordered.
With tears in her eyes, Janice crawled back to kiss Harry's booted foot, then moved back to salute the bondage master in the same way, after which she crawled towards Paula and pressed her trembling lips on the glossy surface of the kid boot.
"Now then, the girls have already prepared our brunch and it's out in the kitchen. Go bring it in and serve it. The guest first, of course," the bondage master commanded.
For the next few minutes, Janice was kept busy serving sausages, scrambled eggs, toast and coffee to the trio at the table. Harry and Paula flustered by fondling her shapely thighs, bottom, belly and breasts, and Janice was hard put to it to keep from spilling the food she served while these palpations were going on.
"In the icebox, there's a bowl with your breakfast. Go bring it out here, then eat it up the way you were taught how to eat your supper last night," the bondage master instructed.
Shamefacedly, Janice returned, set the bowl down beside his chair, then bowed her head and began to lap up the cold oatmeal with cream and sugar which comprised her breakfast. When she had finished, he ordered, "Now I'm going to enjoy a cigar with my coffee, Janice. I'm going to put this little tray on your back with my coffee cup and the ashtray, and be careful you don't spill them."
With a groan of shamed compliance, she meekly got on all fours at his right, and he placed a small tray on the middle of her back, set down cup and saucer, struck a match and lit his cigar, and then placed a copper ashtray on the tray.
"So the regular meeting is to be this Friday night, darling?" Paula drawled as she lit a cigarette.
"That's right. Janice will be represented to our charter members at that time. Now, what's this, slave?"
Hearing Paula's question and the answer to it, Janice uttered at startled gasp as she was reminded of her taxing ordeal, and the tray slipped off her back and clattered onto the floor.
"Clumsy bitch, now look what you've done! The cup's cracked, and the carpet is stained with coffee and cigar ash," the bondage master angrily chided the tearful housewife. "Paula, my dear, would you do the honors of spanking Janice's big bottom?"
"I'd love to, Roger darling. All right, Janice," Paula ordered as she shoved back her chair, "come put yourself over my lap for your spanking."
"Oh, please, not in front of her-oh master, if you have to p-punish me, could you please do it in private?" Janice sniffled.
"If you'd rather have the riding crop or a dog whip on your bottom, just keep up your arguing, slave," was the masked man's rejoinder.
Blinking her eyes to clear them of the tears of humiliation, Janice slowly rose, only to be told to get back down on all fours and crawl to her executioner, then kiss the latter's booted foot and humbly beg for a spanking to punish her clumsiness. Her face crimson from forehead to throat, the furiously embarrassed red-haired young woman tearfully obeyed. Paula watched with an amused look on her sensual, haughty face and then tapped her bare, long lithe thighs. "All right, Janice, stand up, and pull the lips of your pussy open before you get across my lap." So saying, she produced a plastic vibrator, slightly shorter than the one which Janice had felt lodged inside her cuntal sheath the day before.
"Oh please-don't put that awful thing inside me, not that too!" Janice wailed.
"Really, Roger, she ought to be spanked with more than my hand for being insubordinate," Paula complained.
But before the masked man could render any decision, Janice had frantically sprung to her feet, applied her trembling fingers to the twitching lips of her pink cunt and yawned them apart to prove her submissive readiness.
"That's a little better," Paula said, mollified, "now don't wriggle-not till you're over my lap, then you can do it all you like! There we go!"
"Oufff! Eeeek!" Janice squealed as Paula, with a practiced thrust, imbedded the little vibrator deep inside her cunt; then, flicking her thumbnail against the tiny little switch, set it into whirring action.
Stricken at once by the shuddering wave of hot tingling sensuality deep inside her cunt, Janice stood there, swaying and bemused, till Paula impatiently pulled her down across her lap, clamped a booted leg of the young woman's nylon-sheathed calves, clamped her left arm around Janice's satiny, creamy waist and applied a sonorous spank with the palm of her gloved right hand on the ripest curve of the young woman's right bottom cheek.
"Owww!" Janice's head rose suddenly, her eyes wide and humid, her nostrils flaring. "Oh, please, this is just awful, I can't stand both these things at once-owww ouuuu! Oh please, not so hard, ohhh, I'm so ashamed! Owww! Ouch! please, not so h-hard!"
Paula, without delay, had begun to spank vigorously and quickly, and the young woman's creamy hips jerked and twisted frantically under the stinging barrage of slaps. But the throbbing compulsions of the plastic vibrator inside her moist, twitching cuntal groove made her thighs jerk frenziedly and her hands grope restlessly as she tried to suppress the treacherous yearnings starting all over again in her tender cunt.
"My new slave seems to have some trouble with her hands, Harry," Paula paused for a moment, pressing her gloved right palm down over the shuddering crevice between Janice's reddening bottom cheeks. "Why don't you help her out by holding her hands and making her suck you off? That ought to help distract her from the hot bottom I'm going to give her for her clumsiness!"
"That's a great idea, Paula, thanks," Harry grinned as he quickly moved around the table to stand before the sobbing young housewife. Reaching down, he grasped her hands, and clasped them tightly in his, while arching his already stiff, thick, empurpled prick towards her panting, tear wet mouth.
"All set, Paula. Give it to her good," he encouraged. "Janice, just keep sucking, and this time, I want you to swallow every drop. It's part of your training, you know."
"Oh dear-you are-ff-mmmmm-mmmmf-ugh-Owwww-nnnnn!" Janice frantically applied her lips to his throbbing, hot prickhead, at which moment Paula resumed the spanking with an energetic slap over the base of both buttocks. The almost naked coppery-haired victim bucked and weaved frantically, her eyes goggling and glassy with tears as well as the dawning of the furious emotions evoked by the incessant pulsations of the vibrator deep inside her cunt.
She jerked convulsively at her wrists, trying to free her hands, as Paula seemed to increase the cadence of spanks that rained down on her upturned, round lush bare buttocks. Moaning and gasping under the spanks, her mouth stuffed with Harry's prick, she felt wave after wave of hot spasming sensations whirl inside her cuntal sheath. Her hair tumbling down one tear stained cheek towards the floor, her eyes huge and glassy, her forehead creased with the intense absorption of what was taking place between her struggling thighs, Janice Chalmers had never before felt herself so used, a flesh-doll to be manipulated to the will of others, and yet at the same time never before so intently aware of her own feminine needs and compulsions.
Mmmmm-it's so shameful to be spanked by a woman in front of these two awful men! And that thing she put into my c-cunny is driving me crazy! I never thought a woman could get so excited so often-whatever they're doing to me, it seems to make me forget I'm a decent married woman! Oh, she's hurting my poor bottom so, what must I do to get her to stop? And Harry's c-cock is getting so big I can hardly hold it in my mouth, I know he's going to shoot it off in me and I have to swallow-swallow it all up, he said-ugh-I don't know if I can do it- oh that awful thing inside of my c-cunny, I'm going to faint I just know I am!
Paula had slowed down the spanking pace now, and to her own surprise, Janice found herself lewdly arching up her reddened bottom in anticipation of the next stinging smack. Her cheeks bulged as she sucked Harry's throbbing, thick hot prick, and his fingers had now linked with hers in a kind of loving embrace as he arched himself to feel his prick advance even more deeply into her gasping soft wet mouth.
"She'll be ready for you in a little while. I'm sure, Roger dear," Paula huskily murmured to her husband as she now resumed the spanking with two quick sonorous slaps to each upper summit. Janice's crimsoning hips lurched and swerved frantically, her thigh muscles jerking fitfully, and she squealed in distress, the sounds muffled by the thick flesh-gag of Harry's bulbing prick.
"Get ready, baby, here it comes!" Harry suddenly growled, cramming his prick forward and nearly suffocating the gasping, tearful housewife. She felt the sudden explosion of his prick inside her panting mouth, and the hot lash of jism burst against her palate and gums. With a frantic effort, she managed to swallow most of the viscous jet, while Paula's gloved hand now quickened its cadence, but this time in light stinging slaps all over Janice's wriggling, flaming bare bottom.
As Harry pulled out, Janice babbled, "Oh, pl-please, take that horrid thing out of me, oh, please!"
"Oh no, honey," Paula giggled, giving her lovely young victim's crimsoned bottom an affectionate little slap. "You're going to need it now while my hubby breaks you in at the other end! Are you ready, Roger dear?"
"Silly question, Paula baby," the wiry, gray-haired masked man chuckled. "Tell you what, just to help Janice's training along, she can kneel down in front of you and use her mouth between your lovely legs while I'm taking her last maidenhead. Help get her down there, Harry, that's a pal!"
"Sure, Rog, always glad to help a new slave learn the ropes," the stocky, towheaded masked man grinned. Lifting the sobbing, squirming, almost naked housewife off Paula's lap, he forced Janice down onto her wavering knees, retaining hold of her wrists while he moved behind Paula's chair. "Now start kissing Paula between the legs to thank her for being so lenient with that big bottom of yours! She could just as easily have given you a thrashing with a riding crop, you know," he told the housewife.
"Yes m-master-Oooooh, won't you please, please, take that thing out of my c-cunny? I'm going crazy with it-I'm going to faint, everything's getting black-oooh-aaaah-oh my God, it's doing it again!"
For suddenly Janice had tilted back her head, arching out her cantaloupe-like creamy breasts, her entire body stiffening, and then her reddened hips had began to jerk and twist in the most lascivious way as the spasm seized her. Her fleshy cuntal lips arched and glistened with the seeping effluvia of her enforced climax, and the vibrator continued relentlessly its throbbing agitation in her churning cunt.
The masked bondage master had already liberally smeared his prick with Vaseline. He now knelt down behind Janice and, prying apart her reddened buttocks with left thumb and index finger, anointed the plump, puckering lips of her virgin butthole with his right finger, circling the crinkly rosette and then prodding his fingertip just inside to make sure of thorough lubrication.
"Oh my God, what are you going to do? Oh not there, please, m-master, not there!" Janice, consternated, twisted her tear stained face back over her shoulder to stare at the masked gray-haired man behind her. "Oh please, put it in the other place-f-fuck me, but please not there, I've never had it there!" she plaintively entreated.
"Which is exactly why you're getting it there, slave. A slave has no right to any virginities at all. Now stop your whining, and go kiss Paula's cunt the way you were told, it'll take your mind off it."
"Aren't you being awfully greedy, Janice?" Paula giggled. "You've already got a vibrator up your pussy, why do you want a cock besides? Now you attend to me, or I'll give you another spanking!"
Harry, crouching behind Paula's chair, but still locking Janice's fingers with his, muttered to the handsome, prematurely gray-haired dominatress, "Think Rog'll mind if you and I have a quick fuck for ourselves this afternoon, Paula baby?"
"I don't think so, Harry honey. He's going to be too busy training our little new red-haired slave all this next week to get her ready for the meeting. I'll come up to your room around three, lover. But shut up now, and let's watch Janice lose the maidenhead of her brownie!"
Janice couldn't help looking fearfully round behind her as the masked man completed his preparations for the sacrifice of her final virginity. Nor could she help squirming and twisting her hips as if she were longing for it, thanks to the relentless vibrator which kept on throbbing inside the quaking channel of her highly sensitized cuntal sheath. The stinging heat left by the spanking-which had left her creamy bottom a salacious red to stand out against the satiny whiteness of her upper thighs and lower back-added its erotic stimulus, and her knees were giving way as the bondage master now gripped his bony prick between right thumb and forefinger and pressed it against her puckering butt hole.
"Eeeeek! Oh for heaven's sake, please, please, take it awfully easy-I'm so tender there-it won't go in, I just know it won't!" Janice tearfully pleaded.
"Didn't you get an order to take care of me, slave?" Paula exasperatedly hissed, reaching out to twist her fingers in the young woman's tumbled coppery tresses and give them an admonishing yank. "Get your mouth up against my pussy and get to work!"
With an apprehensive groan, Janice closed her eyes and applied her trembling lips to the prominent black-fleeced mound which the gauzy fabric of the leotard snugged like a transparent second skin. Her dangling cantaloupe-like titties heaved feverishly as her body tremored from the insidious plastic dynamo which galvanized her tumescent cunt.
"Just relax, Janice," the masked man huskily advised, his fingers keeping her fleshy, dainty pink-lipped anus gaped apart in readiness for his entry. "It'll go in, all right. I'm sure that lots bigger objects have come out of that snug little brownie of yours. Now do what Paula told you to unless you want me to spank you this time."
"Oh no, oh please no, I'll do it!" Janice wildly squealed and promptly glued her mouth to Paula's archingly proffered cuntal mound. At the same moment, the naked young housewife felt the pointed glans slip in between the tightening lips of her asshole, and her sphincter muscles at once instinctively clenched to prevent this obscene penetration. I just can't believe what they're doing to me! And to think that this man's wife is helping him do it all, too-why, it's just unbelievable that a wife would let her husband rape and degrade another woman and actually make her do such a perverse thing to her besides! It's awful, it's spreading me wide open there, I'm sure it can't go in-and all this time that vibrator inside my c-cunny keeps making me want to faint, and I don't have any control over my body, my legs are wobbling so much I'm going to collapse any minute now! Ooooou, he's stuck his c-cock into my b-bottom now. I can feel it prying me wide open in there- oh my God, both my h-holes are being sc-screwed at the same time ... it's like an orgy in a whorehouse! Her mouth pressed against Paula's squirming cunt, her whimpering gasps muffled by that lascivious gag, Janice Chalmers weaved her reddened, quaking hips in a frantic effort to dislodge the hard, hot harpoon that was gouging her tender butt hole inch by relentless advancing inch. The flesh of her inner thighs rippled and goose pimpled with a thousand little shivering tremors as the hidden goad inside her seething cunt drew inexorably towards another shattering climax.
"Now rub your tongue against my pussy, quick do it!" Paula hissed as her booted heels clamped against the sides of Janice's shaking knees to pinion her. As the beleaguered young matron frantically obeyed, she felt her ravisher's forefinger suddenly press against the swelling button of her clitoris and begin to rub it in a circular frigging pattern.
"Mmmmmm!!! Oooouuuuu!! Ahhh, oh, you're splitting me apart, oh please be gentle there-ohhhh, take it easy, for h-heavens sake, please take it easy-oooohhhhh!"
Paula, her eyes sparkling and her face flushed, tilted her head towards Harry who leaned forward to French kiss her as he kept his hold on Janice's nervously jerking fingers. Both Paula's hands were twisted in the housewife's disheveled page boy to force the redhead's mouth tightly up against her own seething cunt. Eyes glazed and hugely widened, nostrils flickering, Janice dug her tongue repeatedly against the moistening, twitching mound beneath Paula's filmy leotard. She felt the bondage master's prick immobilize a moment, then force forward firmly and slowly till it was hilted in her quaking asshole, till she felt his belly grind against her smarting, inflamed bare buttocks. His forefinger quickened its movements against her swollen clit, till Janice's hips suddenly lunged back as if she could not get enough of the distending, rigid ramrod that was burrowed to the balls inside her convulsively clenching rectal sheath.
"Aaaah! Oh my God, I'm fainting, everything's going all black-oh, uuuu-oh please, it's too much, your f-finger and your c-cock and that thing inside my c-cunny-oh please, I'm so faint, I can't stand it-aaaahhh, oh God, I'm cummmmmiiinnnggggg!!!!!" she suddenly lifted her congested scarlet face from Paula's crotch, her mouth gaping in a shrill, prolonged wail as she felt her loins explode with the volcanic fury of her cuntal eruption. At that same instant, the masked man, stiffening, drew back slightly, then crammed himself to the balls and shot his bubbling essence deep into her asshole. Janice cried out again, her hips lunging from side to side, trying to dislodge both prick and vibrator which were cumulatively annihilating all her will and driving out all other thoughts except the frenzied, sensate knowledge that her flesh imperiously sought fulfillment.
Her knees gave way, her head drooped between Paula's shaking thighs, and her sobbing, faint moans proclaimed the torrential release of her own love juices stickying the quaking crannies of her shuddering cunt.
"Now there's a slave it'll be a pleasure to train for her debut at the meeting of our bondage club," the wiry bondage master triumphantly declared as he drew his limpened prick out of Janice's contracting, distended rectal sheath. "I think she's earned a little nap this afternoon, Paula. What do you say we put her in a rubber one-piece bondage outfit with a rubber gag and blindfold and let her sleep a little as a living hammock?"
"Lovely," his handsome wife eagerly agreed. "And you'd better phone our charter members this afternoon to make sure they'll keep Friday night open for Janice's presentation."
CHAPTER SIX
It had been an arduous week for Janice Chalmers. On Sunday evening, after she had served supper to the masked bondage master and his wife Paula (Harry having left the house with promises to return the following Friday evening), she had been obliged to kneel down and suck his bony prick to hardness so that he could enjoy Paula in bed. Then Maxine and Dorothy had blindfolded her, fixed her arms behind her back in the single-glove restraint sheath, and led her back to her basement cell to sleep on the narrow cot. In the morning, her breakfast was brought to her in a bowl and she ate it on her knees, bowing her head and lapping it up while Paula benevolently watched, riding crop in gloved hand. In the afternoon, there were exercises in the bondage gymnasium, a long narrow basement chamber whose floor was covered with padded matting and whose equipment comprised a vaulting horse, parallel and trapeze bars, as well as rowing machines and exercise bicycles.
Wearing only a skimpy black rubber bikini bathing suit and high-heeled pumps, Janice was obliged to spend a quarter of an hour each on the rowing machine and then the bicycle. The former was electrically controlled, and to her great distress she found that if she did not row at a given tempo, tiny needle-like spikes thrust up through the plastic seat to which she was firmly strapped and quickened her tugging at the oars. The bicycle was controlled by an electric timer too, and a pair of rubber paddles placed strategically behind the apparatus whacked her round succulent bottom smartly whenever her lovely legs slackened in pedaling at the required speed.
Then on Monday evening, she served supper to the bondage master and his wife again, after which he took her back to her cell, stretched her on the floor and spread-eagled her with the leather cuffs at ankles and wrists. Then, blindfolding her and putting wax earplugs into her ears, he amused himself by tickling her cunt with his finger, then licking it artfully to bring her nearly to climax, and watching her twist and arch in frantic yearning for completion till at last he condescended to fuck her slowly and vigorously.
Through Thursday night, this same ritualistic schedule was repeated. As he was preparing to fuck her on Thursday night after having first feverishly aroused her moistening, twitching cunt with finger and tongue, Janice abjectly implored, "Oh, please, master, may I ask a question?"
"I think you've earned it with your obedience, slave. Fact is, I'm rather pleased with you. You should do us proud tomorrow night at the meeting. What's on your mind?"
"You know-my-my husband Bill-oh please, please tell me, haven't you called him, haven't you told him you kidnapped me and you're keeping me here?"
"I told you last week that you weren't kidnapped, Janice. And I think it's time to tell you the truth. You husband knows you're here."
"He-he does?" she incredulously echoed, lifting her blindfolded face and bursting into tears. "And he hasn't done anything to save me?"
Roger Benton had put the earplugs on the floor beside the naked young housewife. Kneeling between her shuddering thighs, he picked them up and thoughtfully contemplated them. "I've blindfolded you and put plugs in your ears so you wouldn't hear, and tomorrow night you'll be presented just like that and also with a gag in your mouth so you won't be able to speak either, my dear. You'll find it will be a most novel sensation for you."
"Oh please, before you f-fuck me, m-master, please answer that one last question! If Bill knows I'm here why hasn't he tried to rescue me?" Janice groaned.
"Because," Roger Benton chuckled, as he leaned forward to apply the wax plugs into her ears, "he sold you to me as a bondage slave."
"Oh my God! Oh no-I-I just can't believe such a thing! But-but he loves me-oh don't-don't put those things in my ears, master, I want to talk to you!"
"Sorry, honey, it's fucking time," the gray-haired bondage master smiled as he forced the plugs in. Then, stroking her heaving creamy naked breasts, he bent his head to suck each of her nipples and flick them with the tip of his tongue as his supple, wiry fingers delicately stroked her lower abdomen and the insides of her quivering straddled thighs.
"Mmmmm-ohhh, please, please, I've done everything you've wanted, you know I have, m-master-oh won't you please tell me why he did such a dreadful thing? Oh please-aaaaahhbhh-oh master-oh you're driving me crazy with that tickling-and now you're l-licking my cunny-ouuuuuu! Aaaah, oh my, oh this is just awful what's going to become of me if Bill did a horrible thing like that? I don't want to be anybody's slave-oooooh, it's tickling so-oh my God, you've shoved your cock all the way into my cunny! Aaaah-oh master-master-aaaah-oh my God, what's going to become of me-I don't want-oooh! Oh yes, yes, fu-fuck me, oh my God, how good it feels when you do that to me-oh and your fingers in my bottom too-oh how it tickles, master! Aaaaah!" In a sobbing, tremulous voice, the spread-eagled, shackled naked young housewife began to arch her loins feverishly to meet Roger Benton's slow deep priapic thrusts as he stretched himself over her, his hands slipping under wriggling buttocks and his forefinger insinuating into the dainty niche of her butt hole.
Her toes curled and clawed the air and her face twisted restlessly from side to side as he skillfully stroked her cuntal sheath, holding himself back with masterful self-control. His finger edged slowly in and out of her asshole, just beyond the sphincter ring of muscles which agitatedly contracted the tight humid rectal sheath and gave Janice the sensation of being double-hole-fucked at the same time.
Tears ran down her cheeks, and yet her body shudderingly, convulsively responded, the muscles of her thighs flexing violently as she strained to take all of his prick deep within her quaking cunt. Oh I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do at all! How can he sell me, this is the twentieth century and it's criminal-is this man going to keep me here for the rest of my life and he and his friends do all these things to me? I'm becoming just a whore and I want Bill so badly, I want to talk things over with him-but I can't think of anything at all now when this man is f-fucking my c-cunny and g-goosing me like this-ooooh, I'm going to melt, I'm just burning up, I can feel myself building up inside my c-cunny till it's going to explode and drive me crazy-oh Bill, why did you do it, why, when I could have been just like this only for you, darling? Ooooh, his finger is going deeper inside my b-bottom! I can't hold myself back any longer, I'm going to-oh yes-oh my God-aaaah, I'm cumming!!
She uttered a shrill, prolonged cry as her body spasmed and threshed under his, and Roger Benton drew his limpened prick out of her turbulent quaking, stickied cunt and stared down at her, stroking his chin appreciatively. Then, as an afterthought, he knelt down and removed the earplugs. "So you don't believe what I just told you, Janice?"
"Oh, how-how can I, m-master? Oh, what are you going to do with me?"'
"Just for now, I'm going to prove to you that I'm not a liar. As for what I'm going to do with you, time will take care of that. Now listen very carefully."
With this, Roger Benton opened a little box he had brought with him and took out a miniature transistorized tape recorder. Flicking a button, he placed the little instrument near Janice's head and watched with a cynical grin on his face.
"My God-that's-that's Bill's voice-"
"Yes. Shut up and listen," he brusquely ordered.
It was the conversation between Roger Benton and Bill Chalmers the night before Janice's abduction. When she heard her husband fiercely agree to the sum of $5,000 for a month of bondage, Janice uttered a horrified cry: "Oh, God, it's so unfair, the heartless brute! If only he'd told me what he wanted-you-you know yourself m-master, I-I'm not a log in bed any more, I'm not!"
"No, you're not. Now go to sleep. You're going to need all your strength for tomorrow night, I promise you," Roger Benton put the earplugs back in and locked the cell door behind him.
* * *
After the sumptuous Friday night dinner served by Dorothy and Maxine in their enticing costumes of nylons, spike heels, garter belts, and one-piece black net body-sheaths which covered them from the middle of their luscious breasts to the crotch and left the base of their bottoms bare, Roger Benton and his sophisticated wife invited his five male guests and the three wives in attendance with them, to begin the formal meeting of the Glenwood Bondage Club in the luxuriously furnished main training room in the basement.
The training room was about a fourth of the size of a school gymnasium, with low wide couches and love seats placed here and there along the walls, a miniature bar at the left and, just beyond it, a raised square wooden platform with a lectern and public-address microphone. The rest of the room was devoted to bondage and disciplinary apparatuses, such as a low flat bench with a curious leather holster in the middle (whose purpose was to elevate the victim's bottom for a good spanking or browning), a medieval pillory and an equally antique set of stocks with a low stool behind it padded with scratchy horsehair; parallel and trapeze bars, a saw horse, and four upright round wooded posts into which several sets of metal rings had been fixed which could be used to spread-eagle a victim and suspend her in the air for disciplinary bondage, spanking and fucking.
Roger Benton, wearing a mask, boots and gloves and pliant soft black-leather tights, took his place at the lectern and picked up the microphone, welcoming the charter members of the bondage club to the regular monthly meeting. Paula lounged in one of the love seats, masked, booted and gloved, in a one-piece red kid leotard which left her upper bosom bare and snugged her between her long supple legs. Standing behind her and bending over to whisper, was Bud Corrigan, 41, the brown-haired bachelor of Glenwood's biggest liquor store. He, like all the men present, was masked, booted and gloved, and wore only skin-tight soft leather tights.
Tow-headed Harry Eldridge, who had purchased Janice's services for last Saturday night, in real life the director of a business management firm, puffed at a cigar and chatted with petite, curvaceous Ella Dowd, the 38-year-old light-brown haired wife of 52-year-old Sam Dowd, who ran Glenwood's biggest supermarket. On another couch, Jim Prentice, 44, an affluent attorney and Amy, his lush auburn-haired 32-year-old wife, gossiped with black haired Don Carter, 38, the owner of two service stations, and the latter's slim silver-blonde 29-year-old wife Darla.
"If I may have your attention for just a moment, friends," Roger Benton began. "This evening, we're, going to enjoy the slave debut of Janice, as I promised. She's made remarkable progress in a week, but I know that you bondage devotees are going to put her through her paces and outdo yourselves in ingenuity. She'll be blindfolded, gagged and her ears stopped up, so she won't recognize any of you throughout the first part of the training session. Then we'll have an auction, and the highest bidder may enjoy Janice for the rest of the night and throughout the weekend."
Sam Dowd turned to Ella and chuckled, "Honey, you're looking at the highest bidder right now. Every time that snooty Chalmers dame swings her cute ass down the aisle of my store with a shopping glider, I've had the hots for her pussy. And you can paddle her ass for her and get her ready for me."
"She's given me a hard time with that Buick of hers," Don Carter whispered to his sensual wife Darla. "I'm gonna give her a harder one, baby, you can bet on that."
Amy Prentiss giggled as she whispered to her husband, "Jim, I wonder what she'll think if you win her at the auction and she finds out you're Bill's lawyer?"
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, we'll bring the new slave in for your inspection," Roger Benton called and pressed a little button set into the lectern.
A few moments later, the door to the training room opened and Maxine and Dorothy led in the coppery-haired young housewife to a concerted gasp of lustful admiration from all present. Janice was naked from the waist to the tops of her smoke-colored nylon hose, held up on her creamy, lushly rounded thighs with blazing red satin-elastic rosette garters, and her feet were pedestaled in four-inch high-heeled red leather pumps. A black rubber jacket with long sleeves and attaching mask-helmet was tightly cinched around her supple waist with a heavy buckling belt. But there were cutouts in the rubber through which the round cantaloupes of her naked titties boldly projected, the narrow zippered bib of the jacket hugging between them and making them stand out even more lasciviously. The masked helmet had slits for the nostrils for breathing purposes, and was cut out at the mouth to show a rubber-ball gag on a cord fixed between her lips. Her cuntal fleece had been shaved again, the soft mound rubbed with cream and then powered with perfume talc. Her arms had been drawn behind her back and her thumbs locked in a single metal thumb-cuff. Maxine and Dorothy led her forward, one on each side, holding her by shoulder and elbow toward the platform, which Janice stumblingly mounted and was turned to face the rapt select audience.
"That's wonderfully inventive, Roger darling," Darla Carter drawled, adjusting a pair of opera glasses to her glittering hazel eyes and studying the fleshy pink twitching lips of Janice's lewdly cunt.
"Thank you, Darla dear," the bondage master smilingly nodded. "This slave is 25, she has been married two years, her proportions are 37-22-37, and after the enema she was given an hour ago to prepare for servicing your whims, she was weighed in at 124 pounds. Any questions?"
"I assume she's lost all her virginities by now, eh, Rog?" Bud Corrigan wanted to know.
"Of course. However, from what I've been able to learn about her background, she was a virgin till she married Bill who, as you know, very graciously sold her to us for a month. And her sexual experiences were necessarily limited. He complained of her lack of imagination and enthusiasm. To her credit, I must say she is a delicious mixture of prudery and passion, as you will no doubt discover for yourselves. Her clitoris is exceptionally sensitive, and spanking seems to turn her on. With these remarks, I will have her make the inspection tour, after which we'll conduct the auction. Slaves, lead Janice over to Mr. Dowd."
Maxine and Dorothy carefully made Janice step down from the platform and forced her forward to the couch on which the supermarket owner and his brownette wife lounged, forced her down on her knees and moved back toward the bondage master.
"Well, well, well, Mrs. Chalmers, who ever thought we'd meet like this?" the fat bald supermarket owner lecherously snickered as he reached out both hands to cup and squeeze Janice's shudderingly swelling creamy titties. A muffled gasp was heard through the ball gag and the young housewife squirmed uneasily on her knees. She had been warned by Roger Benton that the slightest resistance to any caprice of the bondage club members this evening would mean a severe spanking and some extra penances which she would find extremely uncomfortable. Ella smirked as she applied her gloved forefinger to the fleshy pink hairless cunt and playfully traced the conch shell of the soft quivering lips, then light brushed the soft button of Janice's clit. Another gasp was heard, and Janice's hips jerked sporadically.
"You were quite right, Roger dear," Ella giggled. "I can hardly wait to see this uppity bitch turned on. Sam's been telling me how fussy she is at the meat counter and how she's sent back a couple of rump roasts because they weren't tender enough. Her rump's going to be as tender as aged prime meat when he's finished with her!"
Suiting action to word, Sam Dowd reached down and hauled Janice unceremoniously over his lap, his left forefinger burrowing between her twitching cuntal lips while his right arm curved tightly round her waist. Ella shifted herself to the edge of the couch, palmed the small of Janice's creamy back and, raising her gloved right hand, applied a solid spank which made the right buttocks quake and tremor. A startled, muffled gasp was heard, as Janice uneasily squirmed a little forward over Sam's lap.
Gleefully, Ella Dowd applied a sonorous and humiliating spanking, inflicting some thirty stinging slaps equally distributed to the upturned, quickly reddening rotundities of Janice's weaving, shuddering naked ass. Heartfelt sobs and groans escaped the ball gag, and the young housewife's fingers clawed the air as the heat increased in her tender bottom.
But throughout the spanking, Sam Dowd kept wriggling his forefinger against Janice's clit, and about halfway through, the coppery-haired young woman began to arch and twist and squirm in gyrations that suggested pleasure rather than pain. Cunningly, he drew back his finger till Ella finished her spanking, then lifted the helpless young woman to her feet, rose and, tugging down the zipper of his pliant tights, bared his long bulbuous-headed prick. Then, his hands squeezing her crimsoned naked bottom, he gouged himself between her moist, palpitating cuntal lips and, with a single energetic lunge, impaled himself to the balls.
"Ohhhh-mffff-nnnngggg!" Janice moaned, tilting back her head and squirming frantically. Oh, I don't know how I'm going to get through tonight, Mr. Benton said there'd be at least four or five men I'd have to satisfy! Ooooh, my bottom stings, but I couldn't help getting so sexy when whoever it was had his finger in my cunny. Oh, his prick's so big and hard and long, it's going to make me cum right away, I can't hold myself back! Oh, this is just awful, I'll be exhausted if they all do this to me-how can a woman stand so much in one night? Why, it's worse than a prostitute has to do and she does it for money-ooooh, he's f-f-fucking me so hard and fast now, and I'm so dizzy and I can't see or hear and I can't talk and my legs are wobbling under me, I'm so weak-ooooohhh!
His lips fixing to Janice's right nipple, Sam Dowd clutched the young housewife's crimsoned, contracting bottom cheeks as he quickened his thrusts inside her furiously churning cuntal sheath. Janice had the sensation of floating in outer space, unable to see and hear, her loins fitfully jerking with the advent of sensual arousal. All her life seemed to be concentrated right between her wavering, nylon-sheathed thighs as Ella rose now and moved behind her.
"Now, Ella, baby, fantail her good and make her cum along with me!" he hoarsely encouraged.
Her left hand grasping Janice's rubber-sheathed neck to steady the gasping, squirming captive, the attractive petite brownette drew back her gloved right hand and resumed the spanking. This time, however, it was with brisk, quick little slaps all over the already inflamed nether hemispheres, and Janice groaned and gasped and arched herself forward as if away from the disconcerting and stinging barrage, thereby impaling herself the more deeply on Sam Dowd's driving, rigid, broad-tipped prick.
His tongue was furling round her stiffened nipple now, while his lips sucked noisily at it. He had shifted his fingers to her waist just where the cinched-in jacket ended, and now he rested his chin on her shoulder to experience the exciting flattening and rubbing of her naked titties against his hairy chest as he speeded up the tempo of his fucking.
"Ohhh-mmmmmff-aaaaahhhh-urghhhh-aaaaah!" Janice wailed as suddenly she felt her liquid tides burst the dam and seethe through the tingling crannies of her yearning cunt. Whimpering with fulfillment, her sensations intensified by the dazed aura of being unable to see and hear, she sagged against the portly bald masked man as he thrust himself a final time into her lubricated cunt and, uttering a hoarse shout of delight, deluged her with his bubbling jism.
"Boy, that made up for the hard times Mrs. Chalmers has given me, I'm here to say," he chortled as he pulled his limpened, greasied prick out of Janice's dripping, fleshy pink cunt and lolled back on the couch with a sigh of content. "I'm bidding a grand for a weekend with that big-titted piece of ass, Roger!"
"You'll have to wait till all the members have sampled her charms, I'm afraid, Sam. Cheer up, it won't be long,"
At Roger Benton's sign, the two slave girls quickly moved to Janice, sponging her stickied cunt and spraying the insides of her thighs and her crotch with a delicate cologne, then led her to the couch where the Prentices and Carters eagerly waited.
"How's chances on getting a blow job from the new slave, Rog?" Don Carter called.
"I think we can manage. Maxine, removed the ball gag if you please. And I think you and Dorothy can go upstairs to the special guest room. You'll both be auctioned off as a team after we've disposed of Janice," the bondage master dismissed the delectable slave girls.
Forced down on her knees again before the two couples, Janice gratefully licked her lips and tried to ease the discomfort left by the distending ball gag. Then she uttered a cry of fright, for Jim Prentice had gone behind her, dragged her over onto her side and then rolled her on her back. Next, gripping her by the ankles, after having yanked down the zipper of his tights to free his dark-veined bulging thick, stubby cock, he pulled her up till her head was posed on the floor and her yawning pink cunt rubbing against the purplish glans of his readied weapon. Don Carter instantly knelt down, straddling over Janice's masked face and lowered his own leaner, longer prick toward her panting mouth. When she felt the menacingly pointed glans brush her soft moist lips, she gasped and at once opened her mouth to show her dolility. "Great job of training, Rog," Don Carter hoarsely approved as he pressed himself forward till Janice's cheeks bulged protestingly at the rigid, hot, throbbing burden over which her lips obediently closed.
"This is a wheelbarrow fuck," Jim Prentice boastfully announced while Amy giggled and blushed becomingly. She leaned over to whisper to silver-blonde Darla, "If you haven't tried it, have Don to it to you some time. It just sends a girl! I mean, when you're blindfolded and your wrists are tied behind your back and you feel your legs pulled apart and you're balancing on your head and a good stiff prick down your cunny, you forget all about being a church-going mother of two inquisitive little brats!"
"Oh, Don has some cute ideas of his own, you can be sure of that. Maybe, over the weekend, I'll lend him to you if you'll let me take Jim under my wing," Darla proudly purred.
The two swinging wives watched excitedly as Jim and Don cunt and mouth-fucked coppery-haired, wriggling Janice. His hands gripping her knee hollows and crouching toward her, Jim was showing masterful control in plying his heavy prick slowly and tantalizingly along the sensitized moist crannies of her seething cunt, while Don, now cupping her masked cheeks with both palms, gently pressed himself just in and out of her frantically sucking, kissing mouth.
Her nipples were stiff and dusky with erogenous arousal by now, and the muscles of her inner thighs rippled and flexed violently as she strained herself up against Jim's goading prick. A feverish intensity had driven out all of the thoughts save the lascivious and compelling orgiastic usage of her helpless body. I-I just wish Bill could see me now, I'll bet he wouldn't say I wasn't any good in bed! Well, it serves him right getting rid of me like that! I don't owe him anything at all, and it's sort of thrilling to know that all these men are hungry for my body! Oooooh, this man's cock is ever so thick and it's rubbing my cunny something awful! My bottom still stings from that awful spanking, and it's making me so hot, I'm just going crazy! I can feel that other man's cock getting hard and jerking in my mouth, it won't be long before he cums, too. Oh, Bill, I'll never forgive you for this, I could have been just as loving to you if you'd only let me know what you wanted-how can you expect a strictly brought up girl like I was to know all these naughty, wicked things?
Janice's feet twisted and jerked and kicked, her high-heeled pumps tumbling off to the padded matting, and her dainty toes curled and clawed against the gauzy smoke-tinted nylons which sheathed her delectably curvaceous legs as she felt her cuntal sheath burning and throbbing with a new agitated wakening. Her breasts heaved wildly, lifting up their stiffened, darkened points in her tumescence. Now Jim Prentice, sliding his hands to the base of her reddened buttocks and squeezing them vigorously, moved closer to her and thrust his prick to the balls in a single vigorous lunge.
"Ooooooh-eeeeek! Ufr-mmmffffnnnggg- aaaahhh-ooooh, I'm cummmmmming, oh I can't help it-I'm cummmmminnnngggg!!!" she suddenly wailed. Her hips lunged and twisted and swiveled as she ground her pelvic basin against his, felt the hot torrent of his jism lash the quaking crannies of her maddened cunt, and spontaneously she thrust her dainty pink tongue frantically this way and that against Don Carter's bulging prick-head and the circimcisional groove till he uttered a hoarse cry of pleasure and exploded violently into her panting, choking mouth. Gurgling and swallowing, Janice downed the viscous offertory, still straining up her loins to feel the still stiffened, jerking goad of Jim's deeply imbedded prick, wave upon wave of sexual paroxysm seizing her and twisting her thighs and buttocks in lewd contortions.
"Bud, how about sharing her with me and making her two holes one this trick?" Harry Eldridge eagerly suggested.
"I'm game if you are. Which hole do you want?" the bachelor liquor store owner countered.
"I'd like to try Janice's asshole. I didn't get a chance last weekend."
"I'll settle for her cunt. Boy, has she got a hot box now!" Bud Corrigan grinned. The two other men had left Janice sprawled on the floor, her stockinged heels digging into the matting, her knees swinging hugely and then clenching, rubbing together, as the seething aftermath of climax continued to titillate her furiously aroused soft cunt.
Borrowing a perfumed handkerchief from Amy Prentice, Bud Corrigan knelt down and mopped the young red-haired housewife's dripping cunt, then put his hands against her armpits and lifted her, swaying and staggering to her feet. "Oh, please-let me re-rest, just a little, please, m-master!" she quavered.
But Jim had already gripped her crimsoned bare bottom cheeks and was thrusting his mushroom-cap-like glans between the wet slick twitching lips of her vulva, pressing slowly home to the balls and exhaling a groan of pleasure. "She's wet but she's tight as hell, just the kind of cunt I like to fuck!" he hoarsely announced.
"Oooooh, please, please, be g-gentle, it's-it's so sensitive there," Janice faintly, tearfully stammered, squirming and gasping as she convulsively pressed herself against him, her naked tits mashing against his heaving chest. Harry Eldridge had moved behind her now, his stubby fingers pressing against the base of her buttocks and gaping them apart to expose the shrinking, dainty rosebud of her tremoring asshole.
"Oh no, not both of you at once, oh please, I won't be able to t-take it, please, I know I won't!" Janice wailed.
Spitting on his right forefinger and first anointing his prick and then the flenching lips of Janice's hot butt hole, Harry Eldridge yawned her buttocks even more lasciviously apart and prodded the contracting rosy-amber orifice with his heavy glans.
"Oooooh, oh please, please t-take it easy, m-master!" Janice moaned, trying to turn her masked-helmeted face back over her shoulder as if to implore reprieve.
Oh, I can't believe it! Two men at the same time, they're going to put their cocks into my cunny and my bottomhole-ooooohh, I can feel him stretching that tiny little hole there, and it's still so sensitive from when Mr. Benton did it to me-eeek, I can feel it, I can feel it prying me wide open there, oh my Lord, I can feel both of their cocks inside of me, moving around against the partition between my holes. I never in my life felt anything like this-oh my, oh dear, I never dreamed of being unfaithful to Bill, and now just look at the way I'm behaving no matter who fucks me-what's wrong with me, anyway?
His left arm clamping round her waist, his right forefinger attacking her clit, Jim Prentice slowly and leisurely fucked the tottering half-nude young housewife who forced herself against him as she felt Harry's heavy prick slowly gouge to the very balls inside her tightly packed rectal channel. Now she was sandwiched between them both, hardly able to move, convulsive shivers of lascivious ecstasy surging through her helpless, doubly harpooned body. Her shoulder muscles ached from the unnatural positioning and stress of her arms, and her thumbs ached too from the constriction of the thumb-cuff. But these discomforts, as well as the lingering heat of her spanking, seemed to have become an aphrodisiac. Panting and sobbing, murmuring incoherent words, she arched and squirmed, lunging forward as Harry's prick drew back then thrust home to the balls inside her churning asshole; driven back against that obdurate, unyielding spear as Jim thrust forward into her quaking cunt. It seemed to her that all sorts of colors, red and green and yellow and purple, swirled before her unseeing eyes, and her thighs shook and bent, and as in the background she could hear her own moans and sobs exhorting them to bring her to pitch: "Oh God-f-fuck me-harder- oh both of you, do it, make me cummmmm! Oooooh, eeek, it's so good, oh harder, more in my cunny, yes, in my bottom too-oh both of you now, hurry, oh, I'm cummmmiinnnnggg!"
Her breasts ached with longing now, her hardened nipples rubbed lewdly against Jim Prentice's lean, hairy chest as she lunged to him with abandon, feeling his big prick jerk, then burst inside her torrid cunt. At almost the same moment, Harry's broad, rigid weapon surged home to the balls inside her contracting rectal sheath, then deluged the super-sensitized membraneous walls with a violent jet. Janice uttered a piercing cry of ecstasy, her body sagging between her two lovers, held up by the flesh-harpoons gaffed deeply in her, and it seemed to her that she could feel them meet between the thin partition which separated her two passion channels. The swirling intensity of her own unleashed senses pulled her down into the blessed black void of oblivion ...
CHAPTER SEVEN
Janice found herself standing on the platform, stripped of the rubber jacket with its restrictive masked-helmet, but still blindfolded with a black bandana tightly knotted at the back of her head and her hands behind her back with the thumb cuff still linking her thumbs together painfully and forcing her to thrust out the round juicy creamy globes of her swelling titties.
She felt a man's arm around her supple waist, and shivered and gasped as she recognized the bondage master's voice: "Well, now, slave, you worried us for a minute there. You were orbiting off into outer space for about ten minutes. Ready for your auction now, Janice?"
"Y-yes-master-oh please, can't I rest just a little?"
"You'll have all the weekend, Janice, believe me. Now then, ladies and gentlemen, what am I bid for the services of this beautiful red-haired slave through the weekend, ending midnight Sunday night? Any openers?" As he spoke, Roger Benton pushed back in Janice's earplugs.
"A thousand bucks," came from Sam Dowd who was whispering to his slinky wife Ella.
"Twelve-fifty," Bud Corrigan called out, puffing at a cigar and winking at handsome Amazonian Paula Benton.
"Fifteen hundred," Don Carter topped the bid, his arm around his silver-blonde wife's waist, as Darla slid her soft hand onto his dwindling prick and began to frig the glans.
"That's the sort of bidding I like, so let's have more of it! You've all seen Janice in action, so don't hold back, folks!" Roger Benton urged.
"Make it seventeen-fifty!" Harry Eldridge called, squinting at the blindfolded, wavering red-haired housewife, his eyes fixed on the sticky twitching lips of her soft pink cunt.
"Two grand, Rog!" was Jim Prentice's call, after conferring with auburn-haired Amy.
Sam Dowd whistled, shook his head. "Too rich for my blood, I'll work on Maxine and Dorothy," he decided.
Roger Benton amusedly glanced at all of his friends, the lifted a gavel and brought it down. "Sold to Jim and Amy Prentice till midnight Sunday. Folks, come collect your slave and happy bondage weekend!" he genially announced.
A few minutes later, Sam Dowd and Ella commandeered the services of Maxine and Dorothy for the rest of the weekend for a price of $650, while Harry and Bud teamed up with Don Carter and silver-blonde Darla, who had courageously volunteered to be the bondage sweetheart of her own husband and his two bondage club member friends.
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"Let me take the blindfold off and then the earplugs, darling," opulent curvaceous Amy Prentice booed. She and her husband had taken their rented slave Janice to the bondage gymnasium which Janice remembered only too well for the bicycle and the rowing machine. Amy had doffed boots and gloves in favor of a filmy black net negligee and high-heeled pumps, belting the gauzy robe loosely so that her virile husband could glimpse the closely spaced, high-perched big rounds of her tawny-sheened titties and the thick, dark-red fleece which covered her plump, exciting voluptuous cunt.
He nodded acquiescence, and Amy untied the knots of the bandana at the back of Janice's head, then reached with dainty fingertips to pull out the wax earplugs.
"Oh my G-God!" Janice ejaculated, recoiling and jerking at her linked thumbs in a frantic effort to free her hands and cover herself. She was stark naked now except for her sheer nylons, rosetted garters and spike-heels, and her face was crimson as she recognized her husband's lawyer.
"Surprised, Janice?" Jim chuckled sardonically. "Amy and I have been into bondage for the last couple of years, and I'm sure you know Don Carter, where you've had your Buick serviced regularly. And then there's old Sam Dowd, who runs the store where you buy your groceries to cook for good old Bill. And you must have been in Corrigan's Fine Wines and Liquors a couple of times since you married Bill, and Bud's a member too."
"It's-it's incredible," Janice put a hand to her mouth and turned a fiery red, the other hand quickly clamping over her hairless pink wet cunt.
"Well, that's enough talk. Amy and I want to get our two grand's worth, so let's get with it, slave girl," Jim decisively commanded. "Go lie down between those four round posts, on your back."
Janice Chalmers bit her lip, glancing nervously at smirking auburn-haired Amy who had picked up a rubber dog whip and was flicking it meaningfully in the air. With a groan of shame, she moved slowly to the center of the training room, and docilely lay down on her back, closing her eyes and submitting herself. Jim hurried forward, picked up several lengths of white clothesline and bound them snugly around her nylon-sheathed ankles, tying the other ends to the rings set at the top of the posts. Then, after unlocking the thumb cuff, he pulled her arms behind her head and tied her wrists securely with two more lengths. Next, stooping and lifting her up by the waist in both arms, he ordered his wife to pull the wrist cords as tightly as she could and make them fast in the rings at the top of the other set of posts. This done, he moved back to the first pair and pulled up the slack at her ankles, retying the ends of the cords tautly. Janice found herself stretched and straddled, her thighs at least a yard apart, her skin tight and quivering, and she was conscious of the large firm jut of her cantaloupe-like creamy titties with every breath. A wave of furious humiliation swept her tear stained cheeks and she closed her eyes as she saw Jim pull up a small footstool, step onto it, and strip naked except for boots and gloves. He had shed his mask and his prick was gigantic with rut.
"Warm her up for me a little, Amy darling," he urged.
"Oh, wh-what are you going to do to me, J-Jim-oh, please, it hurts my wrists and ankles and it stretches me so!" Janice apprehensively quavered.
"For one thing, punish you for forgetting to call me master, that's what," the virile lawyer replied. "You know, when Amy and I first met you, Janice, I got wet dreams thinking of how I'd love to fuck you. And now of course since I've paid for the privilege, I'm going to do it all I want."
"Oh my goodness!" Janice's face flooded with crimson. "I-I'm sorry if I forgot to call you m-master. But please, won't you tell me what Bill's doing? Has he talked to you at all?"
"Of course he has. He found out I belong to this bondage club and he wanted a little legal advice."
"You mean-he wants to divorce me? Oh, he's just hateful and mean, that's what he is!"
"I didn't say he wanted to divorce you. He's enjoying himself at the restaurant. Now he's got some time to look over the cute waitresses he's got working for him. And that's enough shop talk, young lady. Blindfold her and put those earplugs in, Amy honey. My nuts are about to burst just looking at Janice's spread-open soft pink cunt!"
"Oh no-please don't put those things into my ears again-oh no-oh dear!" Janice was swiftly tied, and then Amy delved in the pocket of her negligee and inserted the wax plugs tightly. Once again Janice had the eerie feeling of being in a different planet, suspended in space, and she never before had been so conscious of her muscles and sinews and the blood coursing through her veins. Her gaping cuntal lips began to twitch with a kind of feverish anticipation, while long tremors rippled up and down her exaggeratedly straddled thighs.
"Can I play with her, Jim darling?" Amy anxiously purred, licking her lips and staring at Janice's erotically swelling creamy titties.
"We've got till Sunday night to do everything we want to her, baby. But what I really want you to do is to take some movies of her once she gets turned on. That way, she won't be able to bring any action against Bill once her month is up. Get the camera ready, then start tuning her up the way we planned."
"Oh I will, lover!" the auburn-haired matron excitedly whispered. Going to the wall beside the door, she stooped to pick up the leather carrying case of a Kodak Super 8 camera, took it out and inserted a new cartridge of film, then threaded it on the horizontally stretched figure of the beautiful red-haired bondage captive. "It's all set, darling. Now I'll get her ready for you."
Moving to a little mahogany chest standing near Janice's suspension posts, Amy opened it and took out a long white downy feather and a short-handled toilet brush with oval-shaped, stiff-bristled applicator. Moving between Janice's hugely straddled thighs, Amy giggled softly as she exerted the feather in her left hand to graze the tender insides of the captive's creamy, twitching thighs, working the tender area between the tops of the gauzy nylons and the crotch but without yet touching the yawning pink cuntal lips. Instantly Janice stiffened, caught her breath, tilted back her head, her round titties quickly rising and falling as the titillation began to send shivering waves of atonement through her now keenly aroused nervous system. Being unable to see and hear intensified her other senses, and already there was a sensual tickling in her proffered, vulnerable crotch.
Oh, this is the limit! I'll bet Bill did this just so he could cheat on me to his heart's content with the sexy waitresses he's got working for him! Of all the dirty tricks to pull on a girl-he could have had an affair without telling me, he didn't have to go around telling these people I wasn't any good in bed! Oooooh, it's tickling me, but I'm so helpless that I'm afraid I'm going to fall-only I'm stretched out and it's hurting my muscles-it feels so soft and tickly along my bare legs! I'm not going to forgive Bill either, no, I'm not, turning me over to people who know us both-what must they think of me now? Eeeek, now something scratchy is rubbing against my bare legs, oh this is just awful!
Amy had suddenly lifted her right hand and set the sharp little natural bristles of the toilet brush rasping very lightly over the same areas which the feather so evanescently caressed. Janice moaned, lifted her contorted face as if trying to peer through the blindfold, her hands clenched into fists as she steeled herself for her unknown ordeal.
Jim Prentice had picked up the camera, was adjusting the range-finger, and now nodded to Amy. Her eyes sparkling with lascivious excitement, she applied the side of the feather to the fleshy outer cuntal labia and began to caress them lingeringly.
"Ohhh-ohh, it t-tickles! Aaaaah!" Janice nervously gasped, her body shaken by involuntary tremors, the muscles of her luscious round buttocks tightening and shuddering as she seemed to arch herself up towards the feather. Instantly Jim pressed the start button to begin the film, grinning as he watched Janice's temptingly, wantonly naked breasts and loins heave and shudder and squirm with the approach of exacerbating arousal. Amy now directed the feather over the soft delicate lips of the already moistening vulva, and Janice's loins arched up even more lasciviously as she tried to rub herself against that tickling, softly caressing stimulator.
"I have to say Bill was sort of unfair when he said Janice didn't have any zing in bed, Jim lover," Amy thoughtfully mused, drawing back the feather for a moment and watching the captive housewife's body wriggle and writhe in midair.
"Not necessarily, honey. I can remember how squeamish you were about having the lights on in bed on our wedding night six years ago. The only difference is, I tied you up and paddled your sweet ass till you learned your lesson. Bill just didn't know the ropes."
"That's an awful pun, Jim!" Amy giggled as she now lifted the toilet brush and scraped the ends of the stiff natural bristles back and forth over the inside of Janice's upper left thigh and then along the base of the young housewife's creamy buttocks.
"Ohhhh, oh that scratches me! Oh please, I'm so tender there!" Janice suddenly wailed, twisting her hips as much as her bonds allowed and lifting her congested face, her forehead anxiously furrowed.
Now the feather resumed its sly, lingering caressing, this time tracing the fig-like pattern of Janice's obscenely yawning cunt, first stroking the outer lips and then attacking the vulva, till at last, her eyes intensely narrowed with concentration, Amy applied the tip of the downy white fronds against the niche of Janice's clitoris at the very apex of that moist pink maw.
"Eeeek! Oh my God, you'll drive me crazy! Oh please, m-master, please go ahead and f-fuck my c-cunny, don't torture me like this, I'll do whatever you want, only please don't tickle me like that, I just can't stand it!" Janice feverishly sobbed. Her body began to thresh and squirm, her belly and loins lifting, then shudderingly descending, her hips swerving sporadically as Amy pursued the feathering of the victim's now throbbing, gradually stiffening clit.
"What a great movie this will make," Jim hoarsely enthused, his prick bulging ferociously with anticipation.
"Well, lover, you can't say she hasn't learned a lot from good old Rog! Just listen to the way she begged you to fuck her, the shameless hussy!" Amy giggled. Now she lowered the feather and began to draw it along the victim's distended perineal groove, tickling the puckering, coral-tinted lips of Janice's sensitive asshole.
"Ooooouuuu! Aaaah, oh please, f-fuck me, I n-need it so! F-fuck my cunny right now, I'm begging you, m-master!" Janice hysterically wailed, her fingernails digging into her palms and her pump-shod feet waggling and twisting feverishly as her body jerked and shuddered from the insistent goading of the feathery frigging.
Amy now lowered the toilet brush and swept it up briskly to smack against the lower summit of Janice's left bottom cheek.
"Ouch! that hurts! Oh don't spank me, oh please don't, I'll be good, I'll be a good slave, m-master! Please, I'm begging you to fuck my cunny, please!" the red-haired housewife plaintively supplicated. Under the impact of the biting, stiff bristles against her tender bottom, she had arched her belly up lasciviously, then fell back shuddering and squirming, turning her flushed, contorted face from side to side.
"I ought to spank her good and hard, the shameless bitch, wanting to be fucked so early in the game!" Amy giggled.
"Go ahead, baby. I'll fuck her while you spank and tickle her, and don't neglect those gorgeous big bombers of hers, either!" Jim Prentice huskily admonished as he drew up the little stool and mounted it to bring his loins at level with Janice's obscenely straddled cuntal gap. His hands gripped the sides of her threshing hips, as he steered his ferociously swollen prick against the twitching, glisteningly moistened crevice of the bondage captive's proffered cunt. Deliberately, very delicately, he brushed the tip of his straining, inflamed glans over the outer labia, then rasped it against the poutingly opening lips of Janice's quivering vulva.
"Oh yes-fuck me now, m-master-oh I need it so bad! I'll be a good slave, only please just fuck me hard now!" the coppery-haired captive vibrantly implored.
Yes, yes, I don't care anymore now, if that's the way Bill's going to act! I wouldn't have minded if he'd had an affair with one of his waitresses, but to accuse me of being frigid and telling all these people who know us about that, that's unforgivable! Well, I'm a slave, and I have to obey or they'll spank me good and hard! So I have to obey and it's so exciting! I'm beginning to feel like Maxine or Dorothy, and I don't care about Bill at all! Ooh, why doesn't he go ahead and stick his cock into my poor hot cunny? I'm getting so hot it's driving me wild, I just have to be fucked! Anyway, a slave has to obey and please her masters, doesn't she, or else she'll be punished! Oh, I never thought I could be so shameless, and the more they do to me, the hotter I seem to get! Oh why didn't Bill give me a chance to show him what a loving wife I could really be, why didn't he teach me-Ooooooh, he's ticking my breasts now-oooooh, now he's scratching that awful prickly th-thing over my n-nipples, I'm going crazy!"
Amy had moved towards the front posts and was brushing the long white feather over Janice's heaving titties, tracing the dusky coral circles of the aureole, then stroking the stiffening nipples till they seemed to stand out like ruby darts against the creamy satin of Janice's luscious bosom-flesh. Abruptly, drawing back the feather, she now rubbed the toilet brush in the same circling maneuver, first over the aureole and then the nipples. Janice's body shook and threshed as she pushed her hips all her bonds allowed towards the hot rigid prick which Jim Prentice tendered her, he tantalizing her by letting it brush her twitching, furiously moistened cuntal lips without yet inserting himself.
He eyed Amy now and nodded, then sank his fingers possessively into the lusciously rounded sleek bare hips of the bondage captive as he suddenly thrust his glans between the instantly yielding moist labia of Janice's furiously attuned vulva.
"Aaaaah! Oh yes, yes, aaah, oh please, give it to me hard, punish me with your great big cock! Oh master, I need to be fucked so hard now, I'm going crazy from all the tickling! Please, I'll be a good slave, I'll give you a good f-fucking, please do it to me as hard as you can!" Janice sobbingly babbled.
Slowly he bladed her, forcing his heavy prick in up to his shaggy pubic hairs, and Janice's face upturned, taut and expectant, whimpering with the ecstasy of her bliss-torment, her vaginal walls convulsively clamping around his impaling weapon.
Keeping the feather in her left hand posed over the coppery-haired housewife's heaving, dark-nippled titties, Amy now lowered the toilet brush and began to apply short quick spanks from downwards up all over the spacious round hemispheres of Janice's satiny bare behind.
"Owww! Oh please, just fuck me, oh please don't spank me so hard! Ouch! Oooooh, boo hoo, please aren't I doing it the way you like, master? Oh please, tell me what you want of me, don't punish me, oh my poor bottom! Those awful bristles, they burn and sting so-aaah, oh my Lord, I can feel your cock splitting me apart-oh yes-yes-harder, faster-oh please, fuck me hard but please don't spank anymore! Aiiii! Ohhh, b-boo hoo!" Janice's voice rose shrilly and sobbingly as her sexual arousal neared the pitch of frenzy. The biting sting of the bristles which banged haphazardly over the tops of her writhing hips, the ripest curves of her summits, the lower curves and the tender, sensitive base, made her loins jerk and wriggle salaciously. Jim Prentice, his fingertips digging hard into her squirming hips, began to thrust back and forth with quicker pace now as he sensed the approaching, tumultuous climax of his beautiful bondage slave.
Amy sent the feather gliding over first one panting breast, then the other, now attacking the nipples till they seemed to double in size and grow darker still. Relentlessly, she applied quick little stinging smacks of the toilet brush against Janice's upper thighs and furiously splotched, wriggling bottom cheeks as she watched her husband's big prick slide in and out of the captive's yawning, stickily moistened, palpitating cuntal orifice. Unconsciously, her own hips had begun to squirm her own lustful excitement by stimulating the naked young housewife to her husband's virile conquest.
Now he began to drive with furious rapidity, the squishing wet noises of prick digging into tumescently lubricated cunt mingling with Janice's feverish little incoherent sobs and gasps and Amy's own quickened husky breathing.
"Quick, get the camera and take her cum, baby," Jim hoarsely enjoined. "She's going to break herself loose from those posts any second now!"
Disappointedly, Amy dropped the feather and brush, retrieved the camera and fixed it on the orgiastic scene. Janice, her face turning from side to side, her breasts rising and falling violently, threshed and arched and tried to grind herself hard against Jim's delving prick-thrusts.
"Oh-aaah-oh God, give it to me, make me cummmmm!! Yes, yes, oh, I'm so close to-oh harder, punish my naughty cunny, oh give it to me, oh master, fuck me, fuck me good oh now-now- yes-I'm cummmmminnnngggg!!!!!"
Her voice rose to a wailing crescendo as Janice Chalmers felt herself caught in an earthquake-like upheaval of all her senses, all her limbs and throbbing, thrilling flesh. Her head rose, and then fell back, and her body wildly shook and vibrated in the throes of glorious, fulfilling cum.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"She's not too bad as a pussy-eater, Jim lover, but I think she's just mad for cock," Amy Prentice languidly drawled as she pushed Janice Chalmers' flushed, blindfolded face away from her slickly wet, gaping plump cunthole lips and drew her booted knees up against her swiftly heaving tawny-sheened titties with a sigh of pleasure.
The Prentices' rented weekend bondage slave, still wearing her gauzy nylons and rosette garters and spike heels, her ankles corded and pulled up behind her to bind to her slim wrists, had been lying on her belly with her head between Amy's quivering, squirming thighs while Jim stood beside the low wide backless couch at one end of the training room, his auburn-haired wife lingeringly frigging his stiffening prick with the tips of her gloved fingers.
It was late Saturday afternoon, and Janice felt as if she had spent a hectic week in an expensive bordello. Last night, after the Prentices had taken her down from the suspension posts and Amy had led her into a luxurious little bathroom adjoining the training chamber to give her a thorough soaping and perfuming. Then Jim's swinging wife had forced her down on her knees on a low wide bondage bench, corded her ankles hugely apart, replaced the blindfold and earplugs, then tied her wrists one over the other behind her back and gathered up her long coppery-red hair into a thick sheath to which she had tied a descending pulley rope. Next, arming herself with an oval-shaped leather paddle, she had given Janice a prolonged spanking while Jim had first stood before the gasping, squirming young housewife and compelled Janice to lick and suck his prick and balls to ferocious readiness. Then, kneeling to face her on the bench, his fingers tweaking her stiffened nipples till they ached and palpitated with rising sensual desire, he had slowly fucked her, timing his inward thrusts to the crisp resonance of Amy's pad die against Janice's vividly reddening bare bottom, her crevice. Raucous cries and frenzied wrigglings lusciously curvaceous hemispheres of the bondage housewife's behind, she had lunged forward with a sobbing little cry, feeling his prickhead rub against her cervix. Raucous cries and frenzied wrigglings had brought her to the most cataclysmic orgasm thus far reached during her captivity.
The Prentices had decided to lock themselves up for the weekend in the training chamber, and Dorothy and Maxine had brought in meals at scheduled times so that Jim and Amy could devote full time to the sexual conquest and usage of their beautiful bondage slave. Much later last night, Amy had insisted on strapping Janice into a heavy rocking chair, wrists strapped to the arms and her ankles to the base of the front legs to splay her twitching wet cunt for total access. Then she had taped a small plastic vibrator to each of Janice's panting creamy titties, the whirring tips titillating and throbbing against the dusky, swollen nipples and constantly sending waves of erogenous atonement through the writhing, seated body of their weekend sex toy. Not content with this, and to Jim's amused delight, Amy had then forced a rin-o-tama deep into Janice's dripping cuntal sheath. It was a plastic tube containing three thin metal balls filled with mercury, and after the bondage rocking chair had been set into regular rocking movement by an electronically controlled device, Janice had instantly begun to arch and squirm in the most lubricous contortions as the little metal balls rolled back and forth, conveying their impulses through the thin plastic tube which rubbed against the crannies of her quaking cuntal sheath. Jim had taken movies of Janice's erotic frenzy during this phase of the session, and had concluded it by stopping the rocker, taking the rim-o-tama out of the captive's squishy cunt, and then, loosening her bondage straps, had slid himself under her to force her wet cunt down against his rigidly upright prick. Then Amy had set the chair into motion again, while Jim's tongue darted into Janice's ears and against her soft sensitive nape, his fingers squeezing and palpating the ripe satiny outer and lower curves of her wildly panting titties.
"This is what I call fucking for the lazy man's hour," he had quipped to giggling Amy who had taken up the camera to preserve this way-out scene in their already large collection of home-made stag and bondage movies. "Watch how Janice is doing all the work. All I have to do is sit here and feed my prick into that greedy, gobbling pussy of hers till she drains my balls!"
Bouncing and squirming up and down as Amy then took a feather and began to frig her captive's slit, Janice abandoned all vestiges of marital prudery by wailing and sobbing, "Aaaaah! Oh give it to me, harder, fuck me harder, oh, my poor cunny's on fire, I can't help it, I have to have more cock! Ooooh, my poor breasts, you're going to drive me crazy-oh please, don't use that feather so much, I can't stand it-eeeek! Oh master, master, hurry, make me cummmmmm, I need it so badly!"
As a finale for the night, Amy and Jim had bound Janice on her back on the widest bench, arms and legs tightly spread-eagled, the bondage mask-helmet over her face and a ball gag in her mouth. Then they had used her as a living, soft fleshy mattress while Amy couched herself on her back over the helpless naked young housewife and Jim mounted his wife for a long and leisurely bedtime fuck.
"No doubt about it, Amy, she'll never be a real switch hitter," Jim agreed with his voluptuous auburn-haired wife. "But this afternoon I feel like browning Janice, so why don't you go strap on a dildo and fuck her at the same time?" He raised his hand and gave Janice's bottom a playful smack across the shadowy crevice at the base of her squirming nether cheeks, drawing a faint squeal from the fettered young housewife.
"Oh, that's just wonderful, Jim, I've never put on one of those things and I've always wanted to know what it's like! Shall we leave the blindfold and the earplugs?"
"Sure. It seems to send her when she doesn't know what's happening next. But don't gag her, I like the way she tells us how horny she's getting. It makes me all the randier. Poor Bill, he didn't know what a good thing he had at home. Well, I'm not going to be the one to tell him. Let's get her ready."
Untying the cords which bound Janice's wrists and ankles, Jim Prentice grasped the blindfolded beauty by an elbow and drew her to her feet, swaying unsteadily and moaning softly. Amy, meanwhile, who had discarded her negligee in favor of shoulder-length black leather gloves and matching thigh-length spike-heeled boots for the rest of the weekend, was already buckling the singularly lifelike replica of a male prick in full erection about her loins, a seven-inch plastic dildo complete with realistic testicles and pubic hair and with a tiny push-button at the scrotum which would release the dildo's contents of warm bath-oil into Janice's quivering cuntal groove.
"Let's tie her wrists to the trapeze bar and stretch her, and use the leg spread too, darling," Amy now jauntily proposed.
Whimpering with uneasiness over her unknown and imminent fate, Janice docilely let herself be steered under a dangling trapeze bar at each end of which was soldered a clamp-on thin metal bracelet line with felt to protect the victim's skin. Amy lowered the bar to facilitate Jim's, thrusting Janice's wrists into the gyves and locking them snugly, then lofted the bar till the coppery-haired blindfolded young woman found herself teetering on tiptoe, uttering cries of apprehension: "Oh please-what are you going to do to me now? Don't spank me anymore, master, I'll do anything you want, I'll suck you, you can have me in my cunny or my bottom, whatever you want, only please don't spank me anymore!"
"Too bad I didn't think of keeping a tape recorder on hand to preserve all Janice's delightful proposals," Jim chuckled as he squatted down to fix a yardstick-like wooden rod at each end of which were affixed metal cuffs with felt lining similar to the trapeze bar around Janice's nylon-sheathed ankles. When he straightened, he nodded with satisfaction; her beautiful, ripely curvaceous calves and thighs were straddled a full yard apart, distending the cheeks of her jouncy creamy bottom and exposing the ambery-shadowy crevice and a glimpse of the shrinking rosette of her butt hole. Unable to see or hear, Janice writhed and squirmed uneasily, plaintively sobbing, "Oh please, don't punish me, I've done everything you wanted, please tell me what you want and I'll do it, don't spank me, please don't!"
Amy now approached, her eyes greedily narrowed and glistening as they scanned the young housewife's agitatedly heaving cantaloupe-round titties, the shuddering belly with its dainty navel which seemed to expand and then contract as incessant tremors rippled through the straddled, stretched naked victim, and then the obscenely gaping hairless pink cuntal lips, still wet and slick from her last climax.
Jim was busy lubricating his heavy, aching prick with Vaseline, and stepped behind the squirming, tensing housewife. "Ladies first," he quipped to Amy, who uttered a joyous gurgle as she put her gloved thumbs to Janice's fleshy outer cuntal labia and yawned them even more salaciously apart to ease the entry of the long plum-shaped head of the plastic dildo. Teasingly, she prodded Janice's visibly stiffened clitoridal nodule, drawing a stifled squeal and an instinctive recoiling movement from the tethered captive. Then, drawing the crinkly wet cuntal pinks even farther apart, she pressed the tip of her artificial cock into the yawning lobbyway and slowly moved forward till a good two inches had implanted themselves.
"Oooooh, oh it's so good! Oh, master, yes, yes, fuck me good, I'm so hot, I can't seem to get enough anymore, oh please, I'll be your obedient slave if you'll just fuck me hard now!" Janice sobbed, the turbulent emotions in her loins once again overtaking her and driving out all other thoughts. Jim Prentice applied his glove fingers to the inner edges of Janice's lower buttocks and gaped them apart to expose the shrinking crevice of her dainty pink asshole, then rasped the velvety tip of his glans against the twitching orifice.
"Ohhh-oh please, be gentle there, it's so sensitive there, please take it easy there, b-both of you!" Janice tearfully implored, unable to stop the involuntary wrigglings that beset her sleek round naked hips and shifting herself a little to gain a less precarious foothold on the floor matting.
Jim inserted the glans of his prick just inside her quaking asshole, and Janice uttered a cry and lunged forward, while Amy stood her ground, squeezing and pinching Janice's heaving breasts as the dildo surged forward till it was imbedded halfway inside the distended, wet, quaking cuntal groove of the bondage captive.
"Oh my, sometimes I wish I were a man," Amy sighed raptly, as she thrust vigorously to the hilt of her artificial phallus, making Janice groan and sob and squirm frantically. "She wriggles just like a virgin, Jim darling. Brown her good now for me!"
His hands steadying Janice's squirming hips, Jim Prentice drove himself several inches into her tightening rectal sheath, then halted as he felt the exquisitely salacious clampings of her sphincter muscles against his greased, rigid, aching prick. Janice's knees jerked, her thighs trying to clench and then to widen even more exaggeratedly, as the intense double erotic friction attacked both her sexual channels and made her fingers claw the air with the mounting carnal tension beginning to build up in her.
I never dreamed a woman could go through so much so often and not pass out. I honestly never did! Oh my goodness, I've got two cocks inside me, and I can feel my cunny getting hot and itchy all over again! They've turned me into a whore, and I'm so ashamed because I'm beginning to want it and to wonder what they'll do next and how even more exciting it's going to feel for me! Ooooh, is there another man in with them now? Maybe it's Harry, but I can definitely feel two big cocks plunging into my poor bottom and my cunny at the same time! And somebody's tickling my clit and it's too much, I'm going to pass out again, I can feel myself floating through the air and my bottom feels as if I wanted to go to the toilet, but it's even more exciting-ooooh, they're driving me up the wall with all they're doing to me right now!
"Oh my! Oh master, I can't hold out much longer, oh please make me cumm, please! Ooooh, somebody's kissing my breasts too, and playing with my clit! Ohhh, please not so hard in my bottom, oh it's so hard to stand on tiptoe like this, please take me to bed, you can have me all you want, but please take me to bed-oh God-oh, I'm going to cummm right now, I am-aaaah-oh now, now, give it to me, Master, all of you, whoever you are, I need it-eeeek!!!"
Tilting back her head, her mouth gaping with her ecstatic, wordless cry, Janice Chalmers quaked and jerked till the trapeze bar creaked and swayed violently, as Amy Prentice touched the little button at the base of her artificial cock and sent the warm oil squirting deeply into the innermost recesses of Janice's churning, climaxing hot cunt. At almost the same moment, with a groan of delight, Jim Prentice forced himself to the hilt, his belly grinding against Janice's warm, wriggling bottom cheeks, and felt himself burst furiously into the clamping channel of her tightening, spasming rectal sheath.
"Quick, Amy," he panted, "unstrap that dildo and leave it stuck in Janice's pussy, then go take some movies of this! A couple of years from now, if Janice ever goes back to being a dutiful housewife, I'll have something to remember when she was a sizzling, swinging slut!"
CHAPTER NINE
During the first week of Janice's absence from the house, Bill Chalmers had enjoyed his newly acquired bachelor freedom with gusto. For some weeks, he'd had his eye on a tall, haughty-faced black-haired waitress named June Travis. On the very night that Janice was making her bondage club debut, Bill had propositioned June and hinted at a substantial raise if she'd be nice. It turned out that she'd had a yen for him and had ideas about making something steady and serious out of it. But once he got her in bed, in spite of her statuesque olive-sheened body, all he got was a letdown. June had lain passively under him, uttering tiny little whimpers ever so often while he thrust his hard prick in and out of her soft cuntal sheath, but she had shown absolutely no zip or imagination. He'd given her the raise, and then ignored her obvious hints at another date.
Besides, he was getting curious about what was happening to Janice all this time. Roger Benton had made it very clear that he wouldn't be asked out to the house until Janice's month-long term was up. And as the final week began, Bill Chalmers was on pins and needles, wondering whether Janice would take him back and, if she did, whether she would have learned anything from her month of bondage and fucking.
Meanwhile, June Travis had quit her job in a huff the previous Saturday, leaving Bill shorthanded at two of his busiest restaurant stations. So when Kay Denby, his motherly, efficient personnel manager, knocked at the door of his private office on Monday afternoon and told him that there was an applicant for June's job, he eagerly told Kay to send her in.
As Kay ushered in a golden-haired young woman in a blue mini-dress and sleek long legs in charcoal-brown nylons, Bill could feel his prick stiffening in his pants and moved his swivel chair closer to his desk so this reaction wouldn't be observed by the delectable young applicant.
"Miss Denby tells me you're applying for the waitress job here," he began in a husky voice. He saw an oval face, with high set cheekbones, large cat-green eyes, a small ripe red mouth, dainty upturned nose with very thin, flaring wings, the silky golden hair pulled back from the high-arching forehead into a soft oval bun at the back of her neck with a cute, dangling little plaited braid that fell below her nape. She had soft smooth pink skin, and she looked to him like choice table pussy, especially since he hadn't had any fucking for a month, with the one exception of June's uninteresting lay.
"Yes, sir. My name is Dorothy Munson. I've never worked in a restaurant before, but I have done a lot of domestic service in a private home where I had to wait on tables all the time," the tempting blonde explained in a deliciously soft, demure voice.
"I see. Well, that means you pay attention to details and take orders. I'm really shorthanded, and I'll give you a chance. Miss Denby will give you a uniform and explain your duties. Can you start tonight?"
"Oh yes, sir. Thank you ever so much; you won't regret giving me this chance to work." Dorothy Munson rose, gave him an enchanting smile that showed small perfect white teeth, wrinkled her adorable nose coquettishly at him, and then left his office. Bill Chalmers slipped his hand down to his crotch and began to rub surreptitiously. He was watching the way Dorothy Munson's little, oval shaped spacious buttocks undulated back and forth against the tight short skirt of her mini-dress and the way her thigh and calf muscles rippled and flexed with every step. And when, at the end of a rather busy Monday evening at the restaurant, Kay Denby smilingly reported that the new girl was working out very well and had already had some words of praise from steady customers, Bill Chalmers began to think of certain extra-curricular ways in which Dorothy Munson could prove her worth to him.
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Thursday evening had been especially hectic, with one of the regular waitresses down with a cold, and golden-haired Dorothy Munson had to do double duty. Bill Chalmers, lending a hand every now and then, watched her tall, sleek body undulate and bend and move agilely in the provocative waitress outfit which all his girls wore: a white little lace cap such as a French maid would wear, short-sleeved red rayon bolero jacket which left an inch or two of tempting midriff bare, and a snug, hip-hugging black rayon skirt whose hem ended about an inch and a half above the knees, plus off-black gauzy nylons and practical low-heeled black leather pumps.
Service stopped at eleven at night, and half an hour later, all of the help had checked out, punched their time cards and left Bill alone in the restaurant to lock up. He had gone through the big dining room and the private party-room, found some woman's purse, and was making his way to his private office when he heard a suspicious sound. Opening the door, he saw Dorothy Munson standing with her back to him, pulling open a file cabinet in which the petty-cash till was kept.
"What the hell are you doing there, Dorothy?" he angrily demanded.
Dorothy Munson whirled, put a hand to her mouth to stifle a cry of alarm, and then shrank back against the wall as he grimly advanced. He could see that the metal box was open and that some of the bills were missing from the neat sheaf. "Let me see what you've got in your right hand, and fast!" he growled.
Slowly, sniffling, Dorothy Munson drew her right hand from behind her back and opened it. There were five twenty-dollar bills.
"Well, I guess I've got a thief on my hands. You just stay there while I call the police. What the hell, Dorothy, if you needed money so badly, you could have come to me and asked."
"Please-please don't call the police, Mr. C-Chalmers!" her voice was low and unsteady.
"Why the hell not? Thieves go to jail in Glenwood just as they do in the big cities, you tricky little blonde thief you!"
"Oh please-I haven't got a criminal record, I'll do anything-oh please, couldn't you just p-punish me instead? I-I'll take anything you give me, only for God's sake don't call the police, Mr. Chalmers!"
"Well, for one thing, I'm firing your sexy ass out of here, Dorothy. I can't afford to take a chance on a girl who swipes any money she sees in sight. And you'd better not give me for reference, either. But I still think I ought to send to jail to straighten you out."
To his surprise, Dorothy Munson knelt down, clasped her hands and held them out to him in an attitude of prayer, her green eyes wide and humid, her lips trembling. "Oh please, don't do that, Mr. Chalmers! Please, wouldn't you rather tie me up and make me do dreadful things I don't want to and maybe sp-spank me hard so I won't ever do anything like this again, please?"
He felt his prick jabbing at the crotch of his neat black trousers and scowled at the appealing culprit. "Tie you up?" he grumbled incomprehendingly.
"Yes, keep me in bondage. Don't you know what that is, Mr. Chalmers? It's when a girl is tied every which way in the most uncomfortable positions and she just has to do what her master wants or else he'll punish her good and hard. Please, do it to me good and hard so I won't ever steal again, but please don't send me to jail! I'll do anything, anything you want! And even if I don't want to, when you tie me up, I can't very well keep from obeying you, can I?"
The bulge in his crotch was getting harder and aching more by the moment. "All right, then," he gruffly relented. "But not here. I'll take you back to my place and I'll see just how you behave."
"Oh thank you, Mr. Chalmers, you-you won't regret being so lenient to me, I promise you you won't! But-but would you please tie me up so I won't run away when you're taking me home?" Again she thrust her elapsed hands out toward him, still on her knees, her eyes misty and hugely dilated, her nostrils quivering. He noticed that she was beginning to shift back and forth on her nylon-sheathed knees, and that her long sleek thighs were rubbing together. In another minute, he knew, he'd throw her down on her back and fuck the hell out of her if he didn't get her home first and see just what sort of trick this blonde bitch was up to.
"All right," he conceded. "Just stay where you are and no tricks, Dorothy." He went back to his desk, pulled a bottom drawer and found one of his old black leather belts. Picking it up, he moved beside her. "Stick your wrists behind your back," he ordered, then at once wound the belt twice around her wrists and buckled it as tightly as he could. "There, now that ought to hold you till I get you home. Now on your feet and out the back door to my car."
Dorothy Munson sat meekly beside him in the front seat of his four-door Buick sedan, meekly glancing up at him from time to time as he drove home without a word to her. He parked the car in the garage, opened the front door and gestured. "Get out and wait for me there."
"Why, yes, s-sir," the golden-haired waitress faintly stammered, lowering her eyes and crimsoning.
Taking her by an elbow, Bill Chalmers steered her up the steps of the back porch, unlocked the kitchen door, and shoved her unceremoniously inside, then locked the door behind him. She stood there crestfallen, head bowed, her breasts rising and falling quickly against the snug bolero jacket. Back in the garage, he'd picked up a heavy ball of sturdy hempen twine, and then set it down on the kitchen table and contemplated his captive. Dorothy Munson's pale pink skin flooded with blushes to her daintily little ears and forehead as well as her soft slim throat as she glanced nervously at the ball.
"Now let's see how to punish you, young lady," he sternly declared as he took her by an elbow, picked up the twine with his other hand and pushed her ahead of him to the master bedroom. Flicking on the light switch, he studied her a moment, then grinned as he saw the familiar broad double bed, remembering how empty it had been for all these weeks.
"What-what are you going to do to me, Mr. Chalmers?" Dorothy Munson huskily whispered, her soft pink tongue furtively wetting her lower lip.
"You said something about a spanking. I think that's a great idea. Let's see, you told me you were twenty years old-ever been spanked before?"
Dorothy's blushes deepened as she mutely nodded, averting her eyes from his.
He took off his suit coat, then his tie and shirt, breathing quickly, his prick standing out obscenely against the tight crotch of his black trousers. Then, unbuckling the belt around the blonde waitress's slim wrists, he tossed it onto the bed. "Take off that jacket and skirt and let's have a look at you, Dorothy," he ordered.
"Y-yes s-sir. I know I've been wicked and I didn't really mean to steal, just to borrow it-"
"Just shut your mouth and do what I told you to do," he irritatedly interrupted. Once again it was all he could do not to fling her down on the bed and fuck her senseless then and there. But his eyes glittered as she slowly began to unbutton the red jacket and then to draw it off in a way that thrust out the high-perched, closely spaced firm resilient pear-contoured globes of her titties, snugged in a white strapless nylon bra which hugged the small but very firm and dark-rosy tips of her nipples, then, stooping, with a little choking sob, she unfastened the black skirt and let it slither down her long legs, stepped out of it, and stood with her arms at her sides, nervously flexing her fingers and staring fixedly at the thickly carpeted floor. He could see the thin white single tabs of a narrow garter belt hugging her long, shapely, rather slender thighs and hooking to the tops of the off-black nylons which made the soft tint of her pale pink skin even more exciting. Her white nylon panties were brief, audaciously cut to show off the lower curves of the base of tightly spaced oval-shaped bottom globes whose undulations had already given him many a hard-on during her work at the restaurant.
"Aren't you going to tie me up first before you sp-spank me, Mr. Chalmers?" she suddenly quavered, lifting her blushing face and staring poignantly at him.
"Sure I am," he grumbled, angry with her for having suggested what he was beginning to think of doing. So this was what that bondage stuff was all about that Roger Benton went for-kinky as hell, but just now thinking of tying up this slinky tall blonde bitch and whaling hell out of her sexy ass was making his nuts ready to burst.
He pulled open a top drawer of the mahogany dresser, fumbled for a jack knife he knew was there, then cut off two lengths of cord. Squatting, he looped one around Dorothy Munson's slim ankles and tied it tightly till he heard her gasp; pleased at himself, he straightened, then wound the other one round her wrists and made a sturdy knot.
"Maybe you'd better gag me too. Are there-are there many neighbors around here, Mr. Chalmers?" she huskily whispered.
"Not especially. My nearest neighbor is two doors away and he happens to be in Europe right now. Why?"
"Well, I thought-that is-if you're going to spank me awfully hard, I might yell and-and I wouldn't want anybody to hear-" she faltered.
"I'll stick a handkerchief in your mouth so you won't yell too loud, but you'll yell, baby," he grimly promised.
Taking a handkerchief out of his pocket he thrust it into her readily opening mouth, and then lifted her in his arms and carried her over to the edge of the bed, seated himself on it, and turned her over his lap. At once he could see the spacious, jouncy ovals of her gorgeous bottom tightening, anticipating punishment. He curved his left arm round her satiny warm waist, ran his right palm slowly over the firm elastic globes and felt her shiver and heard her stifled little gasp. His prick was prodding her lower abdomen as she squirmed uneasily over him, glanced nervously back, then buried her face in the thick damask cover of the huge bed. Lifting his right hand, he brought it down crisply on the center of her right buttock, then, a moment later applied an equally vigorous slap to the other cheek in the same place. Dorothy Munson moaned softly, clenching her thighs together, uneasily shifting her pump-shod feet, trying to twist them this way and that to indicate that she had felt the sting of this commencement of the spanking.
He'd never spanked a woman before, but suddenly it was one of the most exciting things he'd ever had happen to him. He couldn't believe the savage throbbing that was going through his prick and balls right now, nor the feeling of mastery over this gorgeous young blonde bitch as she lay tied hand and foot over his lap, completely at his mercy. Again he moved his right palm lingeringly over her jouncy, quivering ass, reveling in the firm elasticity of her young flesh and the evident mobility of her ass muscles. He was sure that she could feel his prick prodding her belly and she seemed to squirm again closer to him, settling herself and getting ready for what was to follow. Then, without warning, he lifted his hand and applied a harshly flattening smack right across the crevice of her firm bottom.
"Mfffff! Ohhhhh!" Dorothy Munson wailed through the improvised gag, turning her scarlet face back toward him, her green eyes hugely widened and suspiciously misty. He could see her nostrils twitch and flare and shrink, and the crease of her lovely, high-arching forehead made him glory even more in this inexplicably lucky chance at having a gorgeous young piece of ass like Dorothy Munson at his complete disposal.
Then, partly to relieve the frenzied tensions in his aching prick, he began to spank her quickly, alternating on the cheeks with harsh stinging slaps that visited the edges of her hips, the base, and then the summits of her wriggling, upturned, scantily sheathed bottom. Several times his palm made noisy impact with the exposed lower curves at the base of that delectable posterior, and then he could see the bright, lascivious, crimson splotches left by the spanking, as well as the quite visible colorations through the thin sheer panties.
Dorothy Munson moaned and sobbed, waggling her pumps, sometimes lofting her bound legs high in the air and then dashing them back against the bed, glancing back more and more frequently as the spanking progressed.
When he paused, trying to regain his breath, he reached forward and pulled the handkerchief out of her mouth. "Now you're going to get your real spanking, baby, on the bare!" he threatened.
"Oh no, oh please, oh I'm so ashamed! Oh please, you can-you can spank me twice as hard, but please let me keep my panties on, please!"
"Are you a virgin, Dorothy?" he slyly countered.
"Oh that's awful to ask me that-it's none of your business-I-I'm not-but what has that got to do with it?" she huskily stammered.
"Well, if you've been laid, honey, you've certainly shown your bare ass to your boyfriend. So I don't see why you can't show it to me for the spanking you've got coming for stealing," he declared. Then, setting both hands at the waistband of the nylon panty briefs, he yanked them vigorously down to the hollows of her stockinged knees. Her bottom was a bright crimson, and the firm cheeks yawned and contracted lasciviously, as she uttered a stifled sob and then twisted her face to one side away from him and resigned herself.
"My hand's worn out on that big hard tail of yours, Dorothy, so it's going to be the belt," he decided as he reached for the frayed black leather belt he had used to fetter her wrists on the way home. Doubling it, he tightened the hold of his left arm round her waist, raised the belt and brought it down with an angry Thwack! diagonally over her crimsoned naked seat.
"Owww! Oh please, please use your hand instead! Oh it hurts so, Mr. Chalmers! I didn't mean to steal, please, please let me off with just your h-hand!" she tearfully implored.
"No dice, baby," he brusquely rejected her supplication as he swung the doubled belt down again, this time horizontally over the tops of her wriggling hips.
Dorothy Munson began to kick her legs back and forth, showing him the most disconcerting glimpses of her fleshy pink cunt. After a particularly hard crack of the leather which made her wail and plead with him again to use his hand instead, he stared disbelievingly at her squirming thighs. Her pussy was as naked as a baby's! Well, this little bitch had to be a swinger, and that meant anything went with her tonight, he gleefully told himself.
The doubled belt had left bright red, narrow streaks standing out against the vivid pink hue of the hand-spanking. It was an exciting pattern for Bill Chalmers, and he tightened his left arm even more possessively around Dorothy Munson's soft quivering waist as he resumed with two noisy swipes of the leather across the lower summits of both wriggling, squirming bottom globes.
"Owww! Oh dear! Please, Mr. Chalmers, please, just use your hand, it hurts so! Please, I know you have to punish me, but this is just awful!" the golden-haired half-naked young woman blubbered. Again she kicked her bound legs back, her heels nearly touching her lower buttocks in a frantic surge of energy as he applied another cut that descended right down the sinuously narrow crevice between her reddening buttocks. "Eeeek! Oh please, please stop. Oh just use your hand, if you have to sp-spank me, please, I'm begging you!"
She continued to squirm and twist over his lap till finally he thrust his left hand under her, yanked down the zipper of his trousers fly and liberated his agonized prick. Dorothy moaned and wriggled closer to him, till he could feel her bare warm quivering belly rub lasciviously against the angrily swollen glans.
Crack! Thwack! The belt came down two quick times, decorating each of the upper summits with a crisp impact under which Dorothy's furiously inflamed bare bottom flattened, jerked up, and then seemed to contract and expand, once again letting him glimpse the shorn pink cleft of her enticing, fleshy cunt as well as the dainty little rosy-amber, puckering crevice of her asshole.
"Owww! I won't steal ever again, honest I won't! Oh please, I'll do anything, anything if you'll only stop!" she sobbingly entreated, her legs again jerking back and pumps flying off to thud upon the floor.
"Anything?" he echoed as he brought the belt down again, diagonally streaking the leather from the top of her right hip down toward the base of the other fleshy globe.
"Eeeeeooouuuu! Yes, yes, oh for heaven's sake, anything you want, only please, please do stop, it hurts just awfully!" She turned her tear stained face back to him, lips convulsively trembling, nostrils flaring.
"Well, you can start by sucking me a little and then I'll see," he deliberated, fighting to maintain his self-control. Rolling her over onto her back, he knelt over her heaving titties, proffered his swollen prick to her trembling mouth. With a groan, her face vivid with blushes, Dorothy Munson hastily began to lick and suck. Since it took all his self-mastery to hold back the frenzied urge to spurt, he quickly disengaged his aching cock. "Now then, Dorothy, I'm going to fuck you," he hoarsely announced.
To his stupefaction, the sniffling, squirming, almost naked blonde waitress pleaded in a little-girl voice, "Oh please, I know I've been awfully wicked to steal from you when you gave me a job- won't you please punish me good and hard the way I deserve and f-fuck my b-bottom? It'll hurt a lot because you'll keep me tied up and it'll be harder for you to put your cock in my behind-but please, I have to be punished so I know you'll forgive me. Please?"
With a groan of tormented delight, Bill Chalmers rolled Dorothy Munson over onto her belly and planted his knees on either side of her huddling, shapely long thighs. Then, palming her hot, reddened buttocks, he forcibly yawned them apart and stared avidly at the puckering, shrinking dainty lips of her furtively twitching asshole. Pressing the inflamed glans of his prick against the shrinking lips, he found that the saliva from her lips and tongue had lubricated him well enough to press just inside and to feel the immediate clenching grip of her sphincter muscles.
"Ohhh! Oh yes, yes, fuck my bottom, punish me, it hurts so from that awful sp-spanking, this will make it hurt even more, Mr. Chalmers," Dorothy Munson raptly breathed, tilting up her tear stained, flushed face, her eyes wide and shining with masochistic excitement.
Her fingers clawed and twisted as she arched and squirmed, trying to impale herself on his rigid spear. Her breath was quick and rasping, and she glanced back over her shoulder with huge humid eyes. "Oh yes, Mr. Chalmers, do it hard, don't spare my bottom. I've been so wicked and I don't want to go to jail! Fuck me there, put your big cock all the way into my naughty little hole and fuck me so I can feel the spanking harder, please, please!"
He thrust forward another inch, feeling himself thoroughly inserted as Dorothy Munson's almost naked body bucked and squirmed, and the contractions of her rectal muscles threatened to make him explode at any instant. Reaching under her writhing body, he ripped away the nylon bra and squeezed the firm warm panting pear-globes of her satiny titties. "Oh yes, pinch my nipples too, hurt me, make me cry, I want to be punished good!" she whimpered.
Groaning, Bill Chalmers thrust again till his prick was halfway up her tightening, humid asshole. Dorothy Munson mewled like a cat in heat, wiggling her stockinged feet and clawing with her long slim fingers as she yanked at her wrist bonds and tilted back her head to stare ecstatically at the ceiling. His fingers tweaked her firming nipples, and she uttered a soft, choking gasp of masochistic pleasure! "Ouuuuu! Oh yes, yes, harder, make me suffer, make me cry! Oh fuck my butt, please fuck it hard, put it all the way in, even if it hurts! Oh I want it, I need to be butt fucked!"
It was more than a man could bear, and Bill Chalmers had been deprived of pussy much too long. With an agonized cry, he pitilessly shoved his prick into the roots, drawing a frantic squeal of rapture from the naked young blonde. Her body rocked from side to side, and he could feel his prick enclasped in the hugging, clamping, humid volutes of her spasmodically clenching asshole. He felt himself suddenly drained of all his juices, and the viscous hot drench of his aching balls flooded Dorothy Munson's quaking anal canal.
"Aaaaah, oh it's so good, oh it's just wonderful, Mr. Chalmers darling! Oh don't stop, please go on doing it, I'm not close yet, but I want to be!"
Trembling, he drew his still stiff prick back to the very brink of her asshole, then shoved home again.
"Oh yes, that's it, only faster, faster-please, pinch my clit too, and my nipples, use both your hands and hurt me! Oh this is just wonderful!" she sobbingly panted.
Her body vibrated and threshed beneath him, as he put his right thumb and forefinger to her right nipple to tweak the stiffening, darkening bud, then put his left hand under her lower belly and prodded her quivering clit. It seemed to thrust out and then retract as convulsive tremors swept through her writhing nakedness.
"Oh yes, that's the way, oh how you send me, darling Mr. Chalmers! Ooooohhhouuuu! Fuck me too, don't stop, don't ever stop! Oh yes, now, now, harder, pinch me, hurt me, rip my butthole to shreds, I'm going to cummmmm! Oh yes, now, darling, aaaaaah!!!"
There was sobbing ecstasy in the golden-haired naked young woman's voice as she twisted back her contorted face to stare avidly at his flushed, scowling visage. Then her body threshed and writhed and bucked, spasming in the ferocious throes of responding climax, till she lay quivering and sighing huskily, face buried in the rumpled covers.
"Oh, wow, man, you really sent me!" she breathed after a long moment as he slowly pulled his limpened prick out of her squishy butthole. "You're not bad for a square, not bad at all. Of course, Mr. Benton's got it all over you, but then he's had lots more practice, especially with that sexy red-haired wife of yours."
Suspicion dawned in his glittering eyes. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Oh you silly," Dorothy Munson giggled as she rolled herself over onto her back and arched her twitching, glisteningly moistened cunt toward him in an inviting, undulating movement. "I work for the Benton's, you see, and I'm their bondage maid-slave. So I've been helping them train your cute wife, Mr. Chalmers. Only, because I'm a slave and have to do what my master tells me, Mr. Benton had me come over here and get the job."
"You mean this was a plant? You really weren't stealing the dough? Hey, you really wanted this to happen, didn't you?"
"I sure did, and, mmmmm, did you ever send me, lover! Mr. Benton wanted you to find out what bondage is like, so maybe you'd get the idea. You know, tomorrow night is when your wife's month is up, and Mr. Benton might just think about keeping her a little while longer and renting her out again."
"The hell he will!" Bill Chalmers snarled, a sudden jealous and envious rage seizing him. "I've got something to say about that. Our agreement was just for a month, and that's it. I'm taking Janice back, whether he likes it or not."
"I don't think you really can, Mr. Chalmers, unless you win the bid at the auction. Anyhow, that's what he told me to tell you."
"I see. All right, young lady, it's a long time till tomorrow night, and your punishment isn't over yet. Now suppose you start sucking my prick and getting it ready for that sexy cunt of yours. I've never yet fucked a cunt without any hair around it, so this is going to be a first time. And you'd better get me hard as a rock or I'll tie you up even tighter and maybe even sprinkle some hot chili peppers on your pussy!"
"Oooooh, that sounds like fun! But I want to be fucked, so hurry up and give me cock, lover!" Dorothy Munson purred as she wriggled toward him, pursing her lips and blinking her long lashes coquettishly at Janice Chalmer's at last enlightened husband.
CHAPTER TEN
"Ring the bell, Dorothy, and do it with your nose!" Bill Chalmers impatiently commanded as he stood in front of the door of the Benton ranch-type house with golden-haired Dorothy Munson beside him. A heavy cloth coat was draped over her slim shoulders, tightly buttoned and belted in front, but her arms were drawn behind her back and circled from wrists to upper arms with heavy adhesive tape. She took tiny mincing steps because Bill had bound tape around each ankle and left about four inches of leeway between them. She wore her spike-heeled pumps, gauzy nylon hose and garter belt, and nothing else under the coat. He had combed out her long golden hair and drawn it into a long thick plaited braid with red ribbons tied all around it, dangling over the back of her coat.
"Oh dear, please, m-master, I'd much rather you rang and told Mr. Benton what happened. He'll punish me good and hard if he sees me like this!" Dorothy plaintively murmured.
"Let him, for all I care. Now, are you going to ring that bell with your nose or shall I drive you out to the freeway, pull off that coat, blindfold you and leave you standing there until somebody gives you a lift? Maybe you'll fall into the hands of another bondage expert, Dorothy, you can't tell!"
"Oh no, oh for heaven's sake, please don't do that. I'll-I'll do what you want!" she tremulously gasped.
"That's a lot better. I thought by now you would have learned from last night."
"It's you who've learned a lot, m-master," Dorothy Munson said shyly, as she blushingly moved up the steps and pressed her dainty nose against the bell, which released a sound of elegant chimes through the living room and foyer of the ostentatious house of the bondage master.
After a few moments, the door was suddenly opened by an attractive if rather stocky dark-brown haired young woman wearing a French maid's costume of lace cap, short black satin sleeveless dress with skirt ending just below her crotch, gauzy black net hose held up by red rosette garters very high on her plump thighs, and red leather spike-heeled pumps.
"Maxine!" Bill Chalmers' former waitress gasped embarrassedly, her face flooding with crimson.
"Oh my gracious, Dorothy, the master has been asking for you! You'd better come in right now. Who is this with you?"
"It's-it's Mr. Chalmers!"
"Yes, and I'm coming in whether you like it or not, honey," Bill Chalmers rudely shouldered Maxine aside, grasping hold of Dorothy's golden hair brad and yanking it painfully to compel her, with a frantic squeal of discomfort and apprehension, to hobble forward across the threshold. "Oh please, I can't walk fast, you've taped my ankles so!" she tearfully protested.
"Where's the meeting being held, you?" he turned to the startled Maxine.
"In the bondage gymnasium-but I don't think Mr. Benton will like it-I'd better announce you-"
"You just stay here and shut your mouth, and Dorothy will lead me to it," Bill Chalmers brusquely retorted. Giving Dorothy's braid another painful tug, he ordered, "Take me to that conniving bastard and make it fast and no tricks, or I'll stick something just as painful up your pussy!"
Gasping and squirming uneasily, Dorothy Munson hobbled along down the steps, careful to take only the tiniest steps and biting her lips with anxiety. Every step was torture, for Bill Chalmers had thrust into her tight asshole the dried corncob from an old roasting ear he had once harvested as a teenager and won a tumble in the hay for his pains with a pretty farmer's daughter. It was still thick enough and raspy enough to cause Dorothy's tender anal sheath a considerable amount of discomfort with each movement of her supple tall body.
"Here it is, m-master," she at last breathlessly exclaimed as she pointed to the door in the basement, the very door through which Janice had passed for her lubricous weekend with the Prentices.
Bill Chalmers raised his fist and pounded on the door, "Roger Benton, get out here, I want to talk to you!"
After a moment the door was opened and Roger Benton himself confronted Janice's irate husband. He wore boots and gloves and a black face mask over his eyes and nose, and his prick was already in gigantic erection. "What's the problem, Bill?" he calmly inquired.
"You know damn well what it is. Janice's month is up tonight, and I've come back for her, that's what. Oh, yes, here's your little spying slave-bitch. I got the truth out of her, and I don't mind telling you I had a lot of fun doing it."
Roger Benton's eyebrows superciliously arched as he contemplated the crestfallen, blushing golden-haired young woman. With a triumphant chuckle, Bill Chalmers unfastened the belt, unbuttoned the coat and pulled it off Dorothy's shivering naked body.
"Well, you do seem to have learned something, old chap. Come in, I was just ready to start the auction," the bondage master drawled.
He watched Dorothy hobble gingerly forward, wincing at every step. "What did you do to her, mind telling me, Bill?"
"Not at all. She's got a corncob up her ass, and she's serviced me with her three holes. Plus which, she's got a rather tender bottom from a couple of spankings which I had to give her to get all the details of what's been going on. Jesus Christ-wait a minute, you're not going to sell Janice again, not when her time's up!"
He had just caught sight of the platform on which his beautiful red-haired young wife stood, Paula Benton posed beside her, a hand on Janice's neck, a black leather riding crop in her right hand. There were only two couples present, Sam and Ella Dowd and Don and Darla Carter. Both Darla and Ella wore one-piece black leather leotards which took them from mid-bosom to the crotch, gloves and spike-heeled boots, while Paula Benton was stunning in her crimson leather bolero jacket and brief matching tights, boots and gloves of the same material and the black face mask, which all four charter members of the Glenwood Bondage Club wore as well.
Bill's eyes devoured Janice's luscious figure, breathtakingly presented in a provocative black latex body-sheath which took her from neck to between her thighs, but cut out to exhibit the lush rounds of her firm, satiny titties and, at the back, with only a thin strip diving the brazenly naked hemispheres of her sumptuous, creamy ass. Her feet were pedestaled in four-inch black spike-heeled pumps, her delectably contoured calves and thighs transparently hugged by the sheerest charcoal-brown nylons, held up with flaming red satin-elastic flouncy garters.
Her arms were drawn behind her back and thrust into a single-glove restraint sheath, tightly strapped and buckled; she was blindfolded, and a plastic pear-gag was thrust into her mouth to make her cheeks bulge. Paula, recognizing Bill Chalmers, laughed softly and slid her left hand down to Janice's bare bottom and pinched it wickedly. The bondage-costumed and fettered captive uttered a choking squeal and squirmed lasciviously, her ripe breast jiggling like fruits about to fall from the limb.
"Sam, Don, and Ella and Darla, I'm sure you know Janice's husband, Bill," Roger Benton suavely made the introductions. "Paula was just about to start the auction, Bill."
"Auction hell, I want her back!"
"That does present a problem, old man. It's true that her time is up tonight, but I'm not sure she wants to go back to you. And if she does, I'm afraid you'll have to take part in the auction just like the others here."
Fuming, Bill Chalmers watched Roger Benton nod to his prematurely gray-haired wife, who removed the pear-gag, then deftly pulled out the wax earplugs. "Janice dear, Bill wants to take you back right now," she said sweetly.
Janice stamped her pumpshod foot defiantly. "I don't want to go back to him! He sold me, he said I wasn't any good in bed, and besides, when it comes to that, I'm not even sure he can satisfy me!"
"Why, you-" Bill spluttered, his face turning a flaming red with frustrated jealousy and sexual rage.
"I tell you what," Roger Benton smilingly interposed, "if you can satisfy all of us bondage club members here present that you know enough about the art of dominating a woman and are able to convince Janice at the same time, we'll let you buy her back-that is, if your bid is high enough. I think that's fair enough."
"Too damn fair, if you ask me," Sam Dowd grumbled.
Bill Chalmers saw that all eyes were fixed on him, and he ground his teeth with suppressed fury. "I'll just take you up on that," he growled. Advancing to the platform, he seized Janice by the ear lobe and snapped, "Step down from this platform, I'm going to teach you who's master around here!"
"Let me go, I don't want any part of you! Insulting me like that to all these people who know us, people we've done business with-why, your own lawyer and his wife Amy sexed me up more than you ever can, Bill Chalmers!" Janice peevishly exclaimed.
Glancing around, Bill saw a low wide bench with several lengths of cord lying at one end and an oval-shaped cowhide paddle. Grimly, letting go of Janice's ear lobe for the moment, he began to take off his clothes until he was down to his shorts and socks, and then unbuttoned his fly to let his sturdy, inflamed prick thrust out.
"Not bad," Paula Benton appraisingly murmured, her eyes felinely narrowed and a little smile playing about her moist red lips.
Next, Bill Chalmers unbuckled the restraint glove and yanked it off, then the blindfold. "Now then, Janice, I'm going to make you want to come back to me," he vengefully declared.
"Huh! Any man can get a hard-on, but you don't know what to do with it. All you ever did was get on top of me and shove it in and out and then turn over and go to sleep. You don't know any of the little niceties which make a woman really want to get fucked, you don't at all!" Janice sniffled.
Seizing her by the wrist, and despite her struggles, Bill dragged her over to the bench and flung her down on her belly, jerking her wrists behind her, putting a knee in the small of her back to pin her while he swiftly corded her slim wrists. Then, seating himself on the bench and pulling her across his lap, he reached for the paddle.
"No, you haven't any right, you're not a member of this club, please, master, stop him!" Janice wildly appealing to the smiling bondage master who had lit a cigarette and was watching the proceedings with cynical interest.
Thwack! the paddle briskly descended, flattening the inner edges of both creamy buttocks right over the tender crevice. Janice wailed and kicked up her pump-shod feed, jerking at her bound wrists and twisting her face back to her husband as she panted, "You're just a cowardly brute, that's all! So you'll spank me and you'll make me cry, but that won't make me come back to you!"
"We'll see," he muttered between his teeth as he lifted the paddle, then swept it down three more hard times, each against the base of both squirming, reddening bottom globes.
Janice wailed and squealed, kicking her legs frantically, but Bill shifted her so that they angled to the floor and then clamped his right leg over her nylon-sheathed, flexing calves. The paddle rose, hovered in the air a moment, then smacked down sonorously over the tops of her wriggling hips, then again over the ripest curves of both jutting netherglobes.
"Owww, that hurts! You big bully!" Janice's shrill, tearful voice rang out as she tried to break loose of the cords that bound her wrists.
Now he began to spank quickly, but with light brisk strokes that started at the tops of the sheer nylons, quickly reddening her sensitive upper thighs, ascended the tender base of her right buttock on up to the top of the deliciously curvaceous hip, then over to the top of the other hip and down to the upper thigh. Janice began to squirm and twitch, gasping and sobbing, upbraiding him with contemptuous and tearful epithets: "Owwww-you big coward! You bully you, that's your idea of making a woman love you? Ouch-you can spank me to death, I won't ever go back to bed with you, do you hear that, Bill Chalmers? Eeeeek-oh you hurt me, you hurt me, you big brute you! Isn't it enough you slandered me so I don't dare hold my head up in this community by selling me to all these people, and now you want me back? Owwww-stop it, I won't go back, I won't!"
Exasperatedly flinging aside the paddle, Bill pulled Janice back onto the bench and then rolled her over onto her back. As her knees rose up and she tried to kick out at him, he ripped away the rubber crotch-piece, seized her knees and thrust them back against her breasts, then bent his head down between her thighs and began to kiss and suck her gaping, pink, hairless cunt.
"Oooooh!" Janice was secretly thrilled despite herself, but her reddened, congested face showed no sign of it as she tried to turn toward Roger Benton in appeal for his aid: "Make him stop-I won't go back, master, I want to stay with you and be fucked by all the members, and prove I'm good in bed! Oooooh, Bill, aren't you ashamed of yourself carrying on like this in front of all these people? You don't know anything-oooooh-aaaaaaah-oh stop it-please-oooooh, that tickles!"
Her feet kicked wildly and her pumps thudded to the floor, but Bill Chalmers doggedly went on sucking his beautiful red-haired wife. Now, pressing her knees back against her naked titties, upturning her pelvic basin and her tautly jutting naked, reddened bottom cheeks, he thrust out his tongue and began slowly and lingeringly to trace the outline of the fleshy outer labia round and round, but without touching either the clit or the twitching vulva.
"Hot damn, look at that guy go for his own wife!" Sam Dowd enviously grumbled. But silky petite Ella had already got down on her knees before him, run her gloved fingers along his hairy inner thighs and had begun to flick her pert pink tongue at his bulging prickhead, wanting him to remember that she was pretty good herself when it came to fucking fun and games.
Suddenly Bill Chalmers came up for air and looked around. "Do you happen to have any plastic clothespins?" he demanded in a thick, rasping voice, his prick tilting upward and bulging savagely, the dark veins surging under the taut skin.
Roger Benton made a gesture toward Maxine, who hastily moved to a small mahogany box on a tabouret not far from the platform, opened it and hurried over to the bench to hand Bill Chalmers a pair of yellow plastic clothespins.
Springing one open, he immediately clamped it against Janice's left nipple and then clamped the other one against her right. "Ouch! Eeeek, that hurts, oh you big bully, that's not going to get me back home either!" his coppery-haired almost naked young wife indignantly wailed as she twisted and squirmed, trying to kick her feet at him.
But once again Bill Chalmers had grabbed her by the knees and forced them back up against her flattened titties, then bowed his head down and this time thrust his tongue right against the soft and already moistening lips of the vulva, prying them apart and delving as deeply as he could. A long sobbing shudder rippled through Janice's straining, doubled-up almost naked body, and her inflamed bare buttocks began to jerk and twist and weave salaciously.
Savoringly, he delved his tongue again and again with the effect of a penetrating prick, till Janice was left breathless, kicking her legs in the air above him, her stockinged toes clawing and twisting frenziedly. Then his tongue drew back and flicked upward at the nodule of her clit, and an electrifying shiver stiffened her writhing, voluptuous young body as her face twisted to one side, the eyes enormous and glazed as once again her now unleashed and thoroughly uninhibited passions began to become drawn from the innermost depths of her being.
Oh my goodness, I wouldn't have believed it, not even in a dream! My stuffy, proper husband putting on a show like this in front of all those people who know us! Oh this is wild! Where did he learn so much in just these few weeks? I'm getting jealous already-oooooh, his tongue feels so good, he's driving me crazy, all anybody has to do is touch my little clit and I want to be fucked so hard! And that awful spanking he gave me with the paddle, it heated me up so I'm just dying to be fucked and fucked all over again! Oh Bill, why didn't you do this a long time ago and make me love you and adore you and serve you the way a good bondage slave and well trained wife always should?
Now her face had begun to twist back and forth, her eyes staring unseelingly up at the ceiling, and her feet clawed the air, twisted and jerked and kicked, the lovely muscles in her calves and thighs flexing and shuddering as tension upon tension began to build up in her tingling cuntal sheath. Her dainty pink clit bobbed out, then seemed to be sucked back into the protective cowl of soft crinkly moist cuntal flesh as his tongue continued to rasp and tweak and prod it from every angle.
The savage ache in his own furiously rigid prick and swollen balls was driving him crazy, but he stubbornly persisted. In fact, the other people in the room didn't seem to exist at all right now: all that mattered was himself and Janice before him, naked on the bench and with her knees forced back against the sides of her heaving flattened titties, with the clothespins pinching her nipples and making her squirm and twist and wriggle her bottom as if she were just dying for a fuck.
"I think maybe another pair of clothespins for her pussy wouldn't be a bad idea," he suddenly straightened and looked back at the platform.
"Oh no!" Janice frantically wailed, jerking at her bound wrists, trying to lift her shoulders, to release the cramped, helpless position of her knees. "Oh please no, I'll be your slave, Bill! I mean it, darling! Oh my God, won't you please fuck me now, you've got me so hot I just have to be fucked!"
"You're sure?" he suspiciously demanded, staring angrily into her contorted, lovely, tear wet face.
"Oh yes! Oh that was lovely! I honestly didn't think you had the nerve to take off your clothes and to do things to me like this, Bill honey! But you shouldn't have told them that I wasn't any good in bed-because I am-oh lover, won't you please fuck me right now and let me show you? My master says my cunt is like a nutcracker, it squeezes and it pinches and it draws out all of the juice of a good stiff--owww! Oh that hurts, please, I'll be good, please fuck me!" For Bill Chalmers, furiously jealous at this disclosure of the intimacies which Roger Benton had enjoyed with his beautiful red-haired wife, had suddenly applied right thumb and forefinger to the puckering rosette of her dainty ass hole and given it an insidious pinch which made poor Janice arch and jerk her hips up from the bench and then fall back with a clatter.
"From now on, baby, you're going to depend on what I think of what your cunt and tits and asshole can do, you hear me?" he growled as he leaned to her, his prickhead rubbing against the slick wet fleshy labia of her yawning cunt.
"Oh yes, yes, lover, oh hurry, I need it so! Please, please, put that big hard prick of yours all the way inside my little cunny! I want to be your slave, darling, I'll call you master from now on, you've shown me you can be one, darling!" Janice sobbingly implored.
Bill Chalmers thrust himself in a single lunge to the balls, and again Janice's hips bucked and squirmed and weaved as she turned her face this way and that and uttered a long sobbing cry of indescribable sexual rapture. Then he fell upon her, slipping his hands under her reddened buttocks, his fingers squeezing and kneading the warm, inflamed flesh as she nimbly and avidly clamped her legs over his and strained him to her.
Her lips parted at once as his mouth came down on hers, and her tongue thrust ahead to forage and rasp against his own. Their mutual groans rose, blending in a symphony of erotic delight and joyous reunion.
Trembling and shuddering with his pent up lust, Bill Chalmers hastened the rapid digs in and out of Janice's gripping, clamping and still deliciously tight cuntal sheath. Her legs shifted and twisted, constantly arching up over him, till at last they were curled tightly over his sinewy bottom. "Mmmm, oh that's so lovely! Oh darling, harder! Oh I can feel all your big prick inside my cunny-it's so good, oh don't stop, hurry, I want to cummm with you, dearest. Yes, hurry, oh goose me too, put your finger in my butthole and wiggle it aaround-oh yes, oh Bill, how much time we've wasted-oh my lover, my darling!" Janice's voice was rhapsodic and sobbing in the joyous crescendo of approaching climax.
Now his left forefinger touched her swollen clit and she shrieked aloud as the spasm began to take hold of her, building up from deeply within her womb, surging and turbulently quaking throughout her contracting cuntal sheath, her fingernails clawing at his shoulders as she accepted him as lover, husband, and, most of all, beloved master.
Their bodies threshed together, and in their paroxysm, Janice and Bill toppled off the bench and rolled onto the thick floor matting. She came atop him, her arms still bound behind her back, her fingers clawing to be free, to accept him and hold him as her adored subjugator from this day forth. His hands kneaded her quaking, reddened buttocks, pushing her against him till he could feel his hairs grind against the soft wet sucking maw of her furiously spasming cunt.
When at last he pushed her off him and got to his feet, he said hoarsely, "Look Rog, I'll buy her back, and not just for a week. What's your price?"
"This is a little irregular, old man, but I guess we bondage devotees aren't going to stand in the way of true love," Roger Benton chuckled. "Tell you what. I ought to have some profit on teaching your wife all these tricks you're going to find out about in the months ahead, so write me a check for four grand and we'll call it even. The other thousand will be your initiation fee into our little society."
"You're a sport, Rog! And it's a deal! Fact is," Bill Chalmers looked around and grinned, "your maid Dorothy gave me a pretty good idea of what goes on at these meetings of yours, and Janice and I are going to be at every meeting from now on."
Bill Chalmers kept his promise. Because, the very next Friday night meeting of the Glenwood Bondage Club, he and Janice were present with the Dowdy, the Prentices and the Carters, Bud Corrigan and Harry Eldridge. It was a special lottery night, and two numbers were spun on the roulette wheel, the lucky holders to win a free night of bondage and discipline with any female member they chose. Janice was one of the winners and insisted on having Bill win Ella Dowd by proxy. And she took great delight in stripping Ella naked, dressing the handsome light-brown haired matron in a leather mask-helmet with plastic dildo mouth gag, red leather tights with cuts to expose Ella's fleshy cunt and plump butt hole, and, after helping her handsome, enlightened husband stretch Ella on the triangle with both wrists drawn high over her head and locked into soldered cuffs at the apex and her ankles hugely spread and shackled similarly in two gyves at the base, knelt before Ella and used a downy feather and little stiff-bristled brush on Ella's cunt ... after she herself had first shaved off the luxuriant dark-brown cuntal fleece to make Ella's cuntal lips exquisitely reactive to the slightest touch.
Bill, naked in boots and gloves, watched excitedly as his ardently converted young wife drew Ella constantly to the threshold of cum, only to leave her writhing and begging for a fucking, and then, kneeling down before her virile husband, cajolingly began to suck his prick and ready it for her own furiously aroused cunt.
And only after Bill had vigorously fucked her to shattering climax did Janice happily purr, "Mmmmm, that was wonderful, darling. And now you've got my permission to give our new bondage slave a good spanking till she earns the kind of fucking my appreciative husband knows how to give a woman!"
