Australian Holiday
by
beck_and_call@hotmail.com
Chapter 24: slave jason
"Good morning Amanda, or should I say good afternoon. I'm in the middle
of making lunch. I do hope you and your friends join me," the woman
said, greeting her guests.
Brianna was in her late thirties, had shoulder length strawberry-blonde
hair and an infectious smile she used to cover up her misery. Her
husband of 19 years had deserted her over a year ago only to run off
with a 20 year-old. He left her with only their house and car.
Brianna was smart with finances and was able to keep up payments on the
house. The car, luckily, was already paid for. Brianna was a
homemaker her entire life but landed a good job in accounts receivable
in a major department store through a family connection. Her
bookkeeping skills helped her family's bank account grow.
Unfortunately, her husband drained it all for himself and his floozy.
Daniel, her husband, was the only man she ever made love to. They were
high school sweethearts and she was a virgin when they first had sex.
Daniel, on the other hand, had sex with many different women throughout
their marriage. Brianna had known about a couple of them, but kept
quiet to preserve the marriage and for the sake of her three children:
Rebecca, 18, Thomas, 12, and Jonathan, 8.
"My kids will be home in about four hours, so I think we should discuss
business over lunch," Brianna said.
Jason and Justine were led into a back room in the basement. The door
to it was kept padlocked at all times.
"My kids think it's a wine cellar. Little do they know," Brianna
giggled.
For the past two months, Brianna had built a veritable torture chamber.
It was really only a silly fantasy at the time and the housewife wanted
to stretch her creative muscles. Growing up, she though that she might
become an artist and even did some interior decorating on the side for
some extra money. She even got the chance at her present job to help
decorate a Christmas-themed window display.
Brianna's "dungeon" was pretty horrifying and reflected her perverse
feelings toward men in general at the moment. Luckily, her boss at work
was a woman. She had filled her playroom with virtually everything a
practicing sadist could ever want. It did not seem like a happy place.
Brianna's husband was a well-paid carpenter and she learned a lot from
him in the past 19 years. She custom built many devices of torture and
collected many implements via mail order.
Susie and Sarah left the two slaves in the dungeon while they joined
Amanda and Brianna upstairs for lunch.
"What are the ground rules, Amanda? I mean, what can't I do to him?"
"Well, Brianna, I want him in one piece at the end of your three hour
session."
"Okay, I can live with that. What I really am looking forward to is
when Rebecca goes to China on that school trip and the boys go to camp.
I'll have nearly two weeks to myself here all alone. I'd like to really
get it out of system and totally let loose on your Jenny."
"One step at a time, Brianna," the Marquesa said. "Let's first see how
this works out. Maybe you'll find that you're not such a sadist after
all. I have some supplies in my car if you..."
Brianna interjected, "That won't be necessary. I think that I have
everything I need. For now at least."
The foursome finished their tuna salad sandwiches and coffee and
journeyed downstairs.
Brianna changed from a floral print sundress and strappy sandals to a
black leather catsuit and "don't fuck with me" boots. She went from
Emma Woodhouse to Emma Peel in the blink of an eye.
"The twins, Justine, and myself will monitor your first session offering
you pointers if necessary. By the looks of this place, I doubt it will
be. If all goes well, you could be a permanent part of Jenny's life,"
Amanda declared.
Susie and Sarah pulled up four leather-backed chairs and the spectators
sat down to enjoy the show. Amanda didn't want any "accidents" and made
sure the red light flashed on Jason's inhibitor belt, preventing any
ejaculations.
Brianna didn't fool around. She got right down to business. The meek
little suburban housewife hand cranked a winch and a length of chain
descended from a ceiling pulley.
Using a key that Amanda provided her, Brianna unlocked Jason's wrist
shackles and relocked them in front of him. She added cuffs to his
knees and attached a spreader bar between them and to his ankle cuffs as
well. She pulled Madge's soiled undies from his mouth and attached the
hanging chain to the ring in Jason's tongue.
"Wait a second, Brianna. One piece remember?" Amanda interrupted.
"This is the most important part of my fantasy, Amanda. If you don't
give me this, then all of it is ruined for me. You see, Daniel's phone
call to me...With all the uncaring things that he said to me, I didn't
even yell at him. I asked HIM for forgiveness. Do you believe it? I
need to control that male tongue and maybe then I'll be able to use
mine."
Amanda looked at the twins. Sarah shrugged. Susie said, "Go for it!"
"Alright, Brianna. But you are to lower the winch at any sign of
danger."
"Of course, Amanda."
Brianna proceeded to raise the winch. This caused Jason's spine to
straighten which, in turn, caused the humbler to yank his scrotum.
Jason was in blinding agony. If he relieved the pressure on his tongue,
his balls would stretch. If he relieved the pressure on his sac, his
tongue would threaten to tear.
Amanda watched intently as the winch was further cranked and Jason's
back arched. The Marquesa was amazed at this new ball stretching
technique as Jason was finally raised on tiptoes. His shrieks fell on
Justine's helpless ears. She couldn't raise her hands to cover them.
The twins were at the edge of their seats. Jason saw stars.
Brianna leaned close to Jason and whispered in his ear.
"If you men can't learn to control your libidos, then I'll just have to
teach you how."
Her hot tongue wetly darted in his ear. Although in agony, this simple
act caused his cock to visibly twitch.
Brianna walked over to a cabinet and produced an evil-looking bullhide
flogger. Sarah audibly gasped and Susie started to stroke herself
underneath her miniskirt.
The housewife showed her dexterity with the whip and practiced several
times in the air. The first blow caused Jason to lurch forward. He had
to balance precariously on his toes but still protect his vulnerable
tongue and testicles. Brianna lashed into his upper back, lower
shoulders, his buttocks, and thighs.
The humbler served to protect part of Jason's buttocks and thighs but
left his balls completely vulnerable to harm. Luckily, Brianna had
several weeks of practice with a store mannequin. As she warmed up, the
time between the blows diminished. Jason's tongue took much punishment,
bit it held steady. His balls were another matter. With every lash, he
felt as if he were kicked in the sac as the oak slabs pulled savagely.
But Amanda took notice of his throbbing cock. So did Brianna. She
stroked it with a leather gloved hand. Jason moaned, but there was no
release. The belt did its job and inhibited any orgasm.
Brianna looked over at Amanda who held the control. She felt challenged
and vigorously masturbated Jason with her soft buttery palm. Jason bit
down on his tongue. With every upstroke his nuts were stretched
further. At the same time, the lust was unbearable but he could not
shake it. Brianna realized it was futile as well and surrendered to
Amanda.
Just then, everyone's eyes turned to the left as the sound of a door
slamming shut filled the room. It was Rebecca, Brianna's daughter. She
was home from school early because of a fire in the science lab.
She had the same strawberry-blonde mane and jade green eyes as her
mother. Rebecca also had a splash of freckles across the bridge of her
nose and wore a red and white cheerleader uniform.
"Mother, what's going on? Who are these people?"
Rebecca wasn't a shy girl and walked right up to Jason's sweaty carcass.
"Who the hell is this stinkpot?"
Brianna brought her daughter upstairs to explain as Amanda gathered up
her "things."
The twins abruptly released Jason and brought him back to the garage.
Amanda escorted Justine, but not before she noticed that the slave's
chair was wet with secretions.
Back at the manor, Amanda invited in her private investigator. He was
right on time for his appointment. The telephone rang.
"It's for you madam," Madge interrupted.
"Excuse me Philip, I shall only be a minute."
It was Brianna.
"Hello, Amanda. Sorry about that little misstep this afternoon. I did
thoroughly enjoy the experience, though."
"That's quite alright, love. Those things happen. I think Jenny's
welts will be around for awhile, a testament to your whipping skills."
Amanda answered.
"Thank you. I do have a request, though."
"Anything for you, you know that."
"My daughter, Rebecca, wants to be in involved with my 'activities'
from now on. Is that okay with you?"
"Of course, Brianna, the more the merrier. Don't you worry about
anything. I'll keep in touch."
Amanda had hired a private investigator to do some snooping into
Justine's background. His final report was ready and Amanda was shocked
to learn the real reason for Jason's canceled engagement. There was
another person in Justine's life at the time. Her name was Teresa.
Jason could not compete with her and he knew it and consequently broke
up with his fiancee. Teresa was a leather bulldyke type.
"I think," Philip began, "that your Justine is not the little angel that
Jason...uh, Jenny, made her out to be. She was into some pretty freaky
shit."
Amanda sank back into the sofa and folded her fingers behind her blonde
head. She was quite pleased with these latest developments.
Philip handed Amanda his completed report and was escorted back to his
car.
"Great work, Philip. I'll call you if I need you," Amanda said as the
PI drove away.
