Jon & Jill

Jon & Jill by JK

Chapter Seven

       “Sir” Steven Mills celebrated his birthday at his own Texas ranch.  Specifically, in a barn located behind his house.  This rather more important barn had been converted to a party place.  Perhaps the best description is an orgy place, a BDSM orgy place.  It was a gathering place for lovers and practitioners of the BDSM arts in in the Greater Dallas-Ft. Worth area.  This birthday party was scaled back, somewhat.  He had invited ten M/s couples to attend this soiree.

       Jon Folkkes arrived about forty five minutes after the time stated on the invitation.  In his truck were his to beautiful sex slaves, Jill Combs and her mother, Anne Combs.  The two women were dressed properly for this occasion.  Both were wearing black leather collars, black leather wrist and ankle cuffs, very dark thigh high stockings which were held in place with lace covered elastic at the tops of the hosiery.  Their “costumes” were completed with black leather pump style high heel shoes.  On both women, their wrists were locked behind their backs.  A leather strap had been attached to their locked wrist cuffs and attached to the “D” ring at the back of their collars.  This strap was short and was holding their wrists will above their waists.  Bound like this, they were helpless, and their bodies were well exposed for viewing, fondling, fucking, and torment.  .Sitting in Jon’s truck, they were wearing black satin capes to cover their nakedness as they were transported to Sir Steven’s party.  Jon pulled his big Ford F-150 into a parking place next to the barn.

       “Ladies, we are here.  Any questions before we go in?”

       Anne seemed more relaxed, however, Jill displayed a little more nervousness.  She had never been displayed in public before, bound and naked, hence the apprehension.  Jill had been at a mansion, to a barbeque.  She was naked at that party, but in fact had clothing painted on her naked body.  That was different.  This time she was to be naked and bound at a BDSM party where it was likely she would be tortured, whipped, and fucked.  She was seated next to Jon.  During the ride to the party, Jon had fondled her breasts and cunt.  She was aroused, but was concerned.

       Jon explained, again, “Both of you are my naked bound sex slaves.  Yes, I suppose anything could happen in there, but just remember, I control what happens to you.  You belong to me.  There is one additional element to this party.  Sir Steven will have access to you both, and there will be games and contests between slaves.  I told Steven that you would participate.”

       His reassurance seemed to take some of the edge off things, but they both wondered about what kind of contests and games would be played..  Jon helped both Ann and Jill from his truck.  Standing beside his truck, he removed the capes from their shoulders.  Now, they were standing outside Sir Steven’s barn, bound and naked.  As silly as it may sound, there was a comforting feeling when Jon clipped leashes onto the front of their collars.  Tugging on the leashes, he led Anne and Jill into the barn.

       They were greeted by the sound of moderately soft contemporary rock music, and the voices of the revelers.  Gathered all about them were Masters and slaves.  The requirement for the party, or dress code was; clothing optional for Masters, and mandatory nudity and restraints for the slaves.  As they looked around they could see the naked and bound  slaves, and Masters in various states of undress.  Both women were glad to see other naked and bound female slaves.  As they stood there they were greeted by a very naked Sir Steven.  He had a glass of wine in his hand and a massive erection.  Jill remembered his cock.  In the past, he had made her suck it, and she had been fucked by it.   Jill was in love with Jon Folkkes, but there was a warm spot in her heart for Sir Steven.  He was the first person who really understood her, and showed her the life style that she now embraced.

       “Jon, I see you made it.  And what do you have with you.  I see pretty little Jill, but who is this other gorgeous creature attached to your leash?”

       Jon replied, “Well, I think you know Jill.  She is now my sex slave.  This is Anne.  She is Jill‘s mother, and is also my sex slave in every sense of the word.  Jill…Anne, give Steven a kiss.  Since you cannot hug him, I am sure he will take up the slack and hug you.”

       Jill was first.  Sir Steven hugged her, kissing and fondling her breasts as he did so.  Jill offered, “Happy Birthday, Sir Steven.  It is good to see you again.”

       Steven hugged her tight, kissing her again, replied, “And it is good to see you.  You know, there are times when I think I should have kept you, rather than give you to this savage.”

       Jon chuckled at his friends remarks.  He got the feeling that Steven might ask to fuck Jill tonight.  Of course, Jon would approve.  Anne walked up to Sir Steven after he released Jill from his hug.  Steven looked her up and down, admiring this beautiful bound sex slave.

       “So, you are the mother of this gorgeous daughter.  Now I see where she gets her good looks.”

       He put his arms around Anne and pulled her to his body, hugging her and trapping his erect cock between their bodies.  Anne raised her face to his and welcomed his kiss while his hand was exploring her body.  The kiss was passionate.

       Steven broke the kiss and said, “My, my.  You are a delicious little slave, aren’t you.  Jon is one very lucky bastard.  I don’t know how he pulled this off, but I have to congratulate him.  You and your daughter are amazing.  I hope to get to know you a little better tonight.”

       Anne kissed him again, and replied, “I’m looking forward to it, Sir.  Please, talk to my master first.”

       Sir Steven kissed her again, then let her go stand beside Jon.  He shook Jon’s hand and they talked for a minute or two about the party and the various guests.  At one point, Sir Steven asked to speak to Jon privately.  They left Jill and Anne standing by themselves for a minute or two before Jon returned to them.  Then Sir Steven left to mix and meet some of the other guests.  Jon retrieved at very large glass of wine from the bar.  He figured he would share it with his slaves. 

       Tugging on their leashes, they walked around the room, seeing and being seen.  The party was well underway.  Slaves were being touched and felt.  One couple was on a couch near the edge of the crowd, fucking away.  A few revelers gathered to watch the celebrants sexual moves.  Another slave was bent over the lap of her master, and was receiving a mild spanking.  Almost immediately, the other guests notice Jon, Jill and Anne.  There was a buzz of conversation about these two beautiful naked slaves.  They looked much a like.  Some speculated they were sisters, while other dared to guess they might be mother and daughter.  Either way, there was an air of excitement about the possibilities.  Both Anne and Jill had picked up on the conversations and were reveling in this erotic attention.  Jon led them to a couch where they sat down, Anne and Jill seated on either side of Jon.  Sipping on the glass of wine, they watch as various couples paired off and enjoyed each other.

       Just as they were intently watching a pretty red haired slave sucking the cock of a rather large man, Sir Steven addressed the gathering over a speaker system.  It was time to get the evening underway.

       Sir Steven welcomed everyone to his forty sixth birthday party.  He received a lot of applause from the revelers.  He did some “house keeping” talking, like where the rest rooms were, his stock of ropes, leather straps, whips and other such BDSM devices.  Then he spoke of protocols, like never touching are talking to a slave without her masters consent.  Then he announced the first event of the evening.

       “We have a very special situation here.  One of my best friends, Jon, has brought two incredibly beautiful slaves with him.  I know you all have speculated about them, so let me clear up the rumors.  Yes, they are mother and daughter, and they are committed sex slaves to Jon, the lucky bastard.”

       Immediately, there was a lot of conversation among the attendees, and lot of furtive glances and stares at Jon, Jill and Anne.  Jill and Anne were surprised by this revelation, there was another surprise coming.  Sir Steven had to make a real effort to regain control of the crowd.  That done, he continued with his announcement.

       “Jon, being a generous master, has consented to lend us his sex slaves for this first event of the evening.  I have decided to pit the mother against the daughter in a contest.”

       There was much applause.

       “These slaves will engage, and compete with each other in a cock sucking contest!”

       Now the applause was much louder.

       “Each master, with the exception of Jon and I, has received a number.  That number was written on the base of your cock.  So when we call the numbers, just look down at your cock and see if your are the lucky master.  We will have our slaves pick numbers, to select which masters will be involved in this contest..  These two masters will lend us their cocks to be sucked by these two slaves.  The first slave to bring her master’s cock to a climax will be the winner, while the other slave, the one who loses, will receive a tit whipping.  In addition, after her tits are properly punished, she will still have to suck the respective master‘s cock until he cums.”

       The crowd heartily approved of this contest.  Applause was loud with cat calls and whistling.  Jill and Anne were stunned.  This was a total surprise.  They turned to Jon, who was smiling at them.  He kissed each of them.

       “Ladies, do me proud.  Sir Steven is waiting for you.”

       Steven came over to where Jon and his slaves were sitting.  He was smiling and his massive erection was bouncing as he walked.  Jon handed the leashes to Steven.

       “Ladies, if you will come with me.  You audience is waiting.”

       As if struck dumb, neither Jill or Anne said anything.  They didn‘t know what to say.  Sir Steven tugged on their leashes, leading them to the center of the room.  There were  two or three spot lights shining on an area in which two easy chars had been placed.  The two chairs were sitting side by side.  There was a carpet on the floor in front of the chairs.

       Standing under the spot lights, he arms around Jill and Anne, Steven again took the microphone.  “Now, for your pleasure, here are the contestants.  Now we must select the other half of this contest.  Jill, from one to ten, give me a number.”

       Jill stuttered, “Uh…how…about…number three.”

       “Three it is.  Who has that number?”

       A rather handsome man in his forties stepped forward.  Jill could see he was naked, and sporting an erection nearly as large as Sir Steven.  Steven told the man to sit in one of the easy chairs.  He did so, the whole time looking at Jill and stroking his cock.  Jill was now beginning to get into this contest.  She realized that she must out perform her mother, otherwise, her breasts would pay the price.  It seemed the man chosen for her was very aroused.  This was a good thing.

       “And now, Anne, give us a number between one and ten, excluding, naturally, number three.”

       Anne seemed to be more in control of herself.  In a clear voice she picked number five.  Sir Steven called out number five, to which a rather young man responded.  He to was naked, and sporting a proper erection with the number “5“ emblazoned on his rigid cock..  He seemed excited about the possibilities and was stroking his cock, too.  Anne was certain she could make him cum before Jill made her man cum.  The second man sat down in the remaining chair.  Sir Steven made Jill and Anne kneel down in front of their respective Masters with Cocks.

       “Alright, here we go.  Slaves, address your cocks.  Cocksmen, if your would please, since our slaves are bound and cannot hold your cock, your own slaves will come forward and hold your cock so it can be sucked. 

       Sir Steven waited until the slaves came forward, their wrists released and were kneeling beside their masters, holding their cocks so they could be sucked by Jill and Anne. 

       When all was ready, Sir Steven continued.  “When I say go, slaves you are on your own to make your cock cum first.  Ready, Set, and GO!”

       Both Jill and Anne bent to their task.  By the time Sir Steven said “GO“, both had overcome the earlier “shock”, and were now ready to win this contest.  Both mother and daughter put their mouths to work of these rigid cocks.  Sir Steven cautioned the slaves holding the cock to not stroke the cocks.  Jill and Anne must make these masters cum with their mouths only.  The gathered crowd came in close to they could witness this contest.  The cocks were hard and the slaves were beautiful.  The contest showed each slave to be competent in the Art of Cock Sucking.  It wasn’t very long before both men were moaning as they enjoyed what was happening to them.  At one point is seemed that Jill had her man ready to cum, but that appeared to be a false alarm.  The crowd was cheering, urging the contestants on to a “creamy“ victory.  Just as it seemed that both women were neck to neck in the cum department, Anne’s man began to buck and hump her mouth.  In a matter of another two seconds he was shooting red hot jets of cum into her mouth.  Anne struggled and swallowed most of his issue, however, a couple drops of the man’s cum slipped down her chin and onto her breasts.

       Sir Steven stepped back into the light again.  “Gentlemen and slaves, we have a winner.”

       He pulled Anne to her feet and presented her to the crowd as the winner.  Cheers and Huzzahs were heard.  Anne had worked hard, using every trick she knew to make her young man cum, and was successful.  She looked over at Jill, who still had her man’s cock in her mouth.  Suddenly Anne felt empathy for her daughter.  Now Jill would be tortured with a tit whipping.  She wished she knew of a way to get Jill out of trouble, but there was none.  Sir Steven sent Anne back to Jon.

       The crowd quieted down as Sir Steven approached Jill.  He helped her to her feet.  Even in defeat, facing a sentence of torture by having her breasts whipped, she was a thing of beauty.  Every cock in the house was hard. 

       “Sweet slave, come with me.  You have an appointment.”

       Sir Steven walked her to a whipping post about ten feet from where she was kneeling.  With the help of the master she had just sucked, she was bound to the whipping post, facing out.  Her wrists were still locked behind her, and to her collar.  Ropes were wound around her body and whipping post.  Ropes above her breasts, below her breasts, and around her waist, pulled tight, guaranteed she would be held in place during the whipping.  The ropes were pulled tight and tied off, guaranteeing no escape for Jill.  Her tits would be whipped.  Sir Steven handed the man a flogger type whip.

       The whip was flicked around and at her breasts.  Jill was not gagged, but vowed to keep as silent as she could as she attempted to steel herself against the anticipated whip.  She did not want to embarrass Jon by screaming.  Secretly, she wished she had been gagged.  The whip was now raised and brought down across her breasts, sharply.  The man held the whip in one hand, and his painfully erect cock in the other.  Poor Jill’s breasts were “dancing” under the whip.  Jiggling, swaying, bouncing, and slamming into each other.  Several times he brought this whip directly across her nipples.  Just as she was about to cry, she screamed.  Two more lashes and Sir Steven stopped the whipping.  She had been properly punished.  Tears did appear and were running down her cheeks and splashing onto her whipped breasts as Sir Steven and her tormentor removed the ropes.  The crowd was awed by what had just happened.  They had seen a very beautiful slave punished for failing to bring her man to a climax.  The whipping was reasonable, and the whole thing was a beautiful and erotic thing to watch.  The crowd broke out into a respectful applause

       They watched as her tormentor sat back down and Jill knelt again to finish sucking his cock to a cum.  Jill was slower this time, deliberate, and attempting to give her tormentor a magnificent blow job.

       Back on the couch with Jon, Anne turned to her Master and asked, “Jon…,Sir, please release my wrists.  I want to go over to Jill and help her bring her man to a cum.  I can stroke his cock and the should help her.”

       Jon unlocked her wrists, kissed her, and said, “Go, precious slave.  Help my other slave, then bring her back to me.”

       The crowd was delighted to see Anne walk into the shaft of light, watching her kneel and kiss her daughter on the cheek as she grasped the cock she was sucking.  Anne cupped and fondled his balls as she stroked his now aching cock.  This was more than he could endure, and his cock erupted, filling Jill’s sweet mouth with his issue.  Anne kept stroking his cock until it had emptied into Jill’s mouth.  Again, it was a beautiful thing to watch.  When Jill let the spent cock slip from her mouth, she kissed Anne.  As they started to stand, they were greeted by a very naked Jon Folkkes.  He helped them to their feet, and amid the applause took them back to the couch.

       Jon hugged and kissed both of his slaves, and said, “Damn, I am so proud of you two!  You were amazing.  Every man in this room wishes you belonged to him.  You have made me very proud.”

       They sat down on the couch, and sipped more wine from Jon’s glass.  Jon was hugging and fondling them, and Jill and Anne were snuggling up to Jon  As they did so, Sir Steven came over to them.  It appears that his cock was bigger and harder than before.  He congratulated Jill and Anne, then spoke to Jon.

       “Jon, you are the luckiest bastard in the world.  These ladies were amazing.  Now, I want to ask you a very big favor.  Would you let me take Anne, and get to know her a little better?”

       Jon grinned, “You mean, you want to make her suck your cock, and then you want to fuck her to oblivion, after you whip her to within an inch of her life..  Is that what I am hearing?”

       Steven chuckled, “In a word,, yes, that’s what I want to do.”

       Jon turned to Anne, and kissed her again.  “Anne, go with this poor soul, and show him what a real slave is like.  Now cut his some slack.  He’s an old guy, so don’t give him a heart attack.”

       Both Jill and Anne giggled at that.  Jon handed Steven Anne’s leash, and told him to enjoy himself.  He then hugged Jill as he watch the beautiful Anne Combs being led away to be tormented, fucked and made to suck his friends cock.  Anne looked over her shoulder, back at Jon, and her daughter.  It was proving to be a very interesting evening.

       All around the room, acts of sex, and sexual sadism were taking place.  Moans of passion, a random scream, and the sound of a whip on soft flesh punctuated the atmosphere.  It was a wonderfully hot scene.  As he was looking, hugging Jill, pressing her abused breasts against his body, he heard her voice in his ear, softly whispering to him.

       “Jon…Sir, please fuck me.  I need your cock, and I need it as soon as you will give it to me, please.  I know that I might be fucked by someone else before this night is over, so I want to feel you cock, first.”

       A grinning Jon turned back to Jill.  The look of lust on her face told the whole story.  She had been made to suck cock, and had endured a tit whipping, but no one had fucked her, let her have a climax, and she was in need of the man she loved and had surrendered to. 

       Jon kissed her again, and whispered, “Slave, I love you.”

       Jill shivered with emotion and sexual arousal when she replied, “Jon, I love you, too.”. 

       Jill kissed him again as he fondled her well whipped breasts.  Then, he gently pushed her back down on the couch, climbed between her legs, and with one thrust, his cock plumbed the depth of her scalding hot cunt.  This evening was getting off to a wonderful start.