The Whipping Girl

Chapter 3-The set up

He dug out all of his old equipment and sorted it into working and broken piles. He was now coming to regret letting out his rage and frustration in his cutting edge recording studio. The boom mic was broken, he already knew that much, but that wouldn’t be of much use for this anyway. Of the seven working cameras only three were small enough to have any hope of hiding them. He was most disappointed to find that his favorite little camera disguised as sunglasses was snapped in half and completely unusable for its intended purpose. However the camera was only in one eye so the wearer could still see, and the camera side was functional just a bit beat up. He could still receive the wireless video feed, though no audio signal came through. There was even a pretty clear image considering the scratches in the lens.

Hiding one in the willow tree was a must, and would probably be the easiest location to conceal a small camera amid the branches. He wanted one that could get an unobstructed close up of the hottub and that would be more difficult to pull off without being noticed. There was a stable looking tree branch that hung near the tub, but it was too thin to conceal a camera at the angle needed. He wondered if they had had enough time to find all of the decorations that the Hendersons left behind in their garden and if they would notice a new bird feeder that hadn’t been there before. This one would be the trickiest, since he would have to get one that could fit the sunglass camera without obstructing its view while still hiding the fact that there is half a pair of broken sunglasses jammed inside.

For the last one he wanted a shot of the area Sabrina had cleared in the middle of the yard and thought the waterfall would be an ideal viewpoint and a good site for concealing the largest of the cameras. The waterfall face was a hollow plastic façade that looked like rocks. It would be easy to conceal a hole the size of the camera lens and mount it inside without disturbing it enough for anyone to notice.

He watched their movements for the next few days to get a feel for their schedules. Sabrina and Angel were gone for most of the day, leaving together at 8 am. Angel left each day wearing a nurse’s uniform, Sabrina a sexy business suit. At 5:15 pm, a green sedan with a baby on board sticker in the rear window drops Angel off back home. She usually changes clothes into a t shirt and jeans and, 10 minutes later, sprints out to a white Taurus driven by a young, unattractive male with dirty blonde hair. The Taurus has a bumper sticker for the local university in the back window. Judging by the time and distance to the school, she has a 5:30 pm class that meets every evening. The same blonde guy drops her off at 8:10 pm each night and watches her walk to the door and go in before leaving. She’s not your type buddy. Sabrina gets home just a few minutes later, usually between 8:15 pm and 9:00 pm. She doesn’t stick to the same rigid schedule that Angel has. Kali rarely left for more than an hour, and spent a great deal of her time at home working in the yard. It was hard for him to find a good time to sneak in and hide his cameras during the daylight. He only had a window of about 10 minutes after Angel and Sabrina left before Kali came outside, which wasn’t nearly long enough to conceal and position each camera. He watched her intently, growing frustrated by her presence, as he looked for an opening where he would be guaranteed a few hours of privacy.

Every morning she came outside with her hair wrapped up in a towel like silly women do when they get out of the shower. She was pretty enough, not anything like her sister but that’s not a fair comparison. She did not, however, look flattering with her hair in a fuzzy green towel, wearing dirty mud stained work clothes and oversized rubber gardening gloves. She always blasted that god-awful death metal, and even worse, she would sing along with it, which mainly consisted of screaming profanity in an off-key grating voice. The cacophony put his teeth on edge, even with his windows closed to the fragrant spring breezes that he cherished. She was a drug addict too; she spent most of her day smoking joint after joint in the backyard. Evidently Sabrina wouldn’t allow her to smoke drugs in the house so she decided it was ok to skunk up the neighborhood. She was not a great worker either, taking frequent breaks to lounge in the sun playing on her cell phone. It was not like she needed a tan as she was of mixed race, much darker skinned than Angel, who was fair as milk. He was beginning to hate Kali, and wished she would just leave already so he could concentrate on getting cameras in place to see more of Angel and the rest of the party.

Admittedly, the yard looked fantastic after three days of her working on it. She had an artistic approach to taming the wilderness that was intriguing. Some of the wilderness was allowed to stay, creating nooks and hollows where people could get a semi-private moment. Thorny bushes threatened the feet of walkers that strayed off the path to the waterfall, as though the yard was forcing its guests to pay homage to its flowing majesty before allowing them access to its other wonders. Kali also crafted tendrils from vines and fallen branches and set them up so they appeared to be reaching for people’s seats at tables and swings, and up the side of the hottub. From his attic window, it had a haunting but surreal quality to it, like it would make a good scene for a horror movie featuring a plant monster.

He needed to get her out of the house for a while. Tomorrow was Thursday and he was running low on time. Sabrina would surely stay home on Friday to set up for the party so tomorrow was his last chance. He was desperate and short on ideas, so he had to resort to something crude.

Thursday morning he watched, bleary eyed, from his front window as Sabrina and Angel pulled out of the drive, then halted in the street. Sabrina pulled the car off the road and Angel ran back inside the house. A few minutes later Angel ran back out to the car and they left. He waited anxiously for several minutes until Kali emerged, hair stupidly wrapped in a hideous frayed beach towel. She stomped to her car and bent down to look at the flat tire. When she stood she kicked the innocent car in rage and swore loud enough for him to clearly hear her profanity in his living room. She went back inside and stayed there for a while. He waited and hoped this plan would work. He needed to get some sleep and was getting angry that Kali was making him wait so long.

Finally she emerged again, fully dressed and decked out in her unique style of dead whore wrapped in chains. He enjoyed watching her struggle to jack up the car and exchange the tire that he had pushed a nail through for the spare in her trunk. When she was reduced to tears because she couldn’t get one of the lug nuts loose, he was torn between impatience at her ineptitude and satisfaction that no one stopped to help her. Evidently everyone else agreed that she was a useless whorebag who deserved to suffer.

Eventually it came loose with a deafening screech of metal on metal that sounded like it was straight out of one of those awful songs of hers. Still, it took her ages to finish, and he was afraid that he would nod off as she was leaving and miss his only opportunity. He felt the rage building in him, and focused it all against that black-hearted slut. He used it like fuel to keep himself awake and alert. He started an audible rant of "Just leave. Stupid bitch. Just leave. Get out of here. For god's sake just go you fucking cunt! Get the fuck out of here you devil worshipping slut! Leave! Leave! LEAVE! Go fuck your master in hell or something just GET OUT OF HERE!" His voice was getting louder with each word. Kippers perked up and looked around alarmed. He realized that if he kept it up she would be able to hear him before long. He bit his lip until he tasted his own blood flowing around his teeth and started punching a pillow in the sofa as hard as he could until he was panting with the exertion.

When the rage subsided he again looked out the window. She was gone. Fuck! How long ago did she leave? That bitch distracted him so he would miss her exit and he would be less sure of how long he had to work. He hastily got started. He was obsessively aware of that lost time, and dwelling on it stressed him out and made him lose focus. A running mantra of rage and hatred toward that bitch blocked his mind from concentrating on the task at hand, which slowed him down even more and fueled his rage.

Concealing the waterfall camera was particularly difficult to pull off. That stupid slut had purposefully arranged every branch, rock, and fish, and would certainly realize if anything had been moved. Still, it offered a perfect vantage point and was worth the effort. He realized it was taking him too long and he got nervous. She would be home any minute now. He had to finish it and get back home before she did. He knew he hadn’t done a perfect job but hoped it would be good enough for the party. Maybe he would get another chance to fix it later before anyone looked too closely.

He returned home with a feeling of dread, certain she would pull up at the very moment he left her yard. He made it home safely and checked his equipment carefully to be sure everything was working properly. He had finally done it, and the shots were perfect, but he retained a feeling of dread. He dwelled on his resentment toward Kali for spoiling what should have been a triumphant moment of accomplishment after three long days of preparation and planning. He finally got to sleep and didn’t wake again until the early morning hours of Friday.

Chapter 4-Anticipation

He started his watch well before any of them woke up, too excited to contain himself. He could think of nothing else, and could not concentrate on anything that might make the time pass quicker. Never in his life had he felt such hopeful anticipation, like a small child on Christmas morning or a virgin watching his lover unzip her dress. He badly wanted to jerk off so he could pass the time and alleviate some of the tension, but he abstained. He relished the feeling of wanting as well as the knowledge that he could withstand it; control it. He could wait and savor his reward rather than spoiling it by indulging too early. He gave himself to the need and let it consume him. His hands were shaking like an addict’s a week from his last fix. He could taste metal in the back of his throat and it didn’t wash away with breakfast, which seemed tasteless and bland. He went to the basement and did jumping jacks, pushups, and handstands to work off some of his nervous energy. When he was spent, he rested against the wrought iron wall that separated half of the basement into a large cage. Kippers was sleeping in the corner of the cage. He noticed that the food bowl was getting low and filled it up, which woke Kippers up. After his breakfast Kippers was insistent that they watch the dawn outside in the yard, so he brought his equipment out and set up his post for a long, perfect day.

He had been right, Sabrina stayed home on Friday to arrange the yard into themed stands for her guests. She used the privacy nooks Kali had crafted as dressing rooms for lingerie, and set up the dildo stand under the willow tree as she had planned with Angel. One of the fountains in the corner now served a new purpose as a multi-tiered rack for nearly a hundred bottles of lubricants that swam in the crystal clear water. She set up the old branching tree in the far right corner as a bondage stand by draping it in Japanese silk ropes, gleaming silver chains, and so many handcuffs it seemed she was trying to convince her guests that they grow on trees. Tables were set up underneath it with a wide assortment of tantalizingly unresolved objects. He felt a terrible pang of disappointment that she hadn’t mentioned that particular nook to Angel. It was barely visible in the overhead shot and none of the other cameras even pointed in its direction.

Sabrina and Kali both fell into fits of giggles when Kali strapped the biggest, blackest dildo in Sabrina’s collection onto an innocent-looking angel statue that guarded the fountain nearest the dildo stand. Sabrina was so taken with the idea that she did the same to each of the other seven angels that guarded the four fountains at the corners of the yard. Kali then went around to the statues and dressed each in a style appropriate to the nearest nooks. He was again disappointed when he could not see the statue nearest the bondage nook in the far right corner. The porch was being filled with tables for foods like strawberries, cucumbers, and chocolates. Sabrina brought out a large, elegant wine rack carved in the shape of a naked woman with no distinct facial features.

Around mid-afternoon he was feeling pretty good. He had spent the day idling in the shade watching the women set up an amazing fantasy scene for him to enjoy and, better yet, record. He had his camera set to the ‘dildoberry tree’ and was lazily stroking himself as he fantasized about the women who would avail themselves of this elaborate set up. When he felt he was getting too close to spoiling the main course he switched to a different camera angle. The waterfall camera was a perfect shot. He would see a close up of each guest as they came down from the porch like he was sitting at the end of a runway. It also had a splendid view of the clearing Sabrina had made for demonstrating the toy selection. He was very proud that he had managed to get that shot even with that interfering bitch trying to throw him off his game.

He switched to the bird feeder cam and was alarmed to see that it no longer pointed to the hottub. Now he had a view of half of the porch and the side of the house. While he could clearly see the strawberries and cucumbers laid out on the table, he had no hope of getting anything but a glimpse of the women's hands as they stuffed themselves with food. He was silently furious, and again tasted blood as he bit through his lip.

He knew how this had happened, he just knew it was that interfering whore, that cunt, that devil spawned little bitch and he hated her for it. He watched the recording from the attic cam until he saw it. Kali noticed the feeder and slowly reached for it. She examined it for a minute, then looked around the yard. She placed it in different areas and stood back to admire its effect. For a moment, just one fleeting moment, she placed it in perfect view of the bondage tree. She looked at it there the longest and even walked away a few steps as though she would leave it there, but tripped over a bag of toys that she had carelessly left lying in the middle of the yard, lazy cunt. She looked inside the bag and found a long braided whip that she experimented with for a moment, hitting herself on the legs and back soundlessly. How he wished he were the one holding that whip right then, oh how he would punish her for this new affront. She eventually decided to coil the whip around the branch she had hung the bird feeder on and carried it thoughtlessly to the porch where she simply stuck it somewhere people wouldn’t look at it. He let the disappointment wash through him as he watched the image swing back and forth until it stabilized.

He would not let this ruin his perfect day. He still had three cameras, and the hottub is the most visible area in the overhead shot. Besides, most of the interesting stuff will be happening under the frothing water anyway. He decided to take this in stride and recollected himself, but he could not recover that feeling of exuberant joy that had buoyed him through the day. Now he felt compromised and couldn’t avoid letting his resentment toward Kali grow. He slipped into the house to take a shower, hoping to wash away his disappointment.

The shower helped. He felt revitalized, and he resumed contemplating the exciting night ahead of him, as did his cock, which had returned to its ready position. He settled back into his spot against the plank fence that smelled pleasantly of wood and varnish. It was growing later and the shadows were getting long across the yard. Soon his precious Angel would be home and that filled him with a bright feeling of anticipation that was so profoundly moving he wondered if he was falling in love with her. He ached and throbbed when he thought of her shining blond hair flowing in the wind and her little sobs of pain as Sabrina ass-rammed her against his fence. He did not get to see her often because she was too busy saving lives and getting an education to spend much time in the yard. So far he had only been blessed with brief glimpses as Angel came and went and one glorious night when she decided to study outside on the swing for an hour before Kali’s death metal music drove her inside to shut it off. Now he would get a whole night of watching her and other horny women abandon themselves to a man-free sex festival. Even Kali couldn’t ruin this for him, especially since she wouldn’t be around.

He didn’t see Angel pull up in the Mustang, but heard the engine before it shut off. Every fiber of his being was alert to any sound from that direction, and he watched eagerly for her to enter the yard. Kali and Sabrina were not currently around. Good. He could be alone with his Angel for a minute. She entered through the gate bearing so much baggage he couldn’t even see her face. Her shirt snagged on the latch and several bags went tumbling to the ground with a shattering sound that made Angel freeze, then drop all of the other bags in a panic to pick up the first ones. He reflexively stood up as though to help her before realizing he could not easily come to her aid. She pulled out a pair of beautiful clear glass angel statuettes. One of them had a shattered wing. He watched her struggle to carry her loads into the yard, unpack and place the items. Her movements suggested she was in a bad mood. He wished he could help and comfort her as she so obviously needed.

After the hard work was finished, Kali came out into the yard holding a partially eaten ice cream cone in one hand and texting someone in the other. “Hey Angel” she said casually without even looking away from her phone.

“Why didn’t you come help me when I got home?” Angel asked indignantly. “I ended up dropping the bags coming in and broke Sabrina’s favorite candle holders. Then I had to set up all of this stuff up by myself while you were apparently eating ice cream and talking to friends.”

Kali stopped short and took up an aggressive stance that was foiled by the dripping ice cream cone in one hand. “And that’s my fault is it? That you are too stupid to know how many bags you can carry, or to bother to come ask for help? And as for having to do something yourself, who do you think did most of the work setting this yard up?”

“About that. This  yard looks like a horror movie with all of these menacing branches threatening the guests and ugly thorn bushes on the path. We are trying to arouse them, not scare them. I was thinking roses and lilies, not Little Shop of Horrors.”

The bitch’s voice dripped with venom as she spat the words “Roses and lilies? Seriously? These people are not coming here to bake a fucking cake. They are coming to live dangerously, get thrilled, and have lesbian sex. Fear is a hell of a lot better at arousing people than boredom Angel, and that lily white shit doesn’t do it for most people. Besides, Sabrina loves it, so fuck off. No one cares what you think, and don’t attack my art just because you're mad that I wasn’t waiting at the gate for you. It is NOT my job to wait on you hand and foot, and be ready to serve you when needed.”

There was a tone to that last line that indicated finality. Neither girl spoke again while they worked. Angel had brought some interesting medical instruments and a fold up hospital bed to set up a kinky doctor’s office near the costume nook. He might have liked a close up of that area as well if he had known about it. He was happy to see Angel take over the decorations on the swing to create a white-draped nook with roses and lilies scenting the air. A private haven for purity and beauty amidst the debauchery. Even Kali expressed admiration for it, even if only for its irony. Her remark was apparently enough penance for Angel, and the tension between them eased.

They were just starting to chatter about their boring days when Sabrina came out of the house in costume. Kali pulled Angel to the waterfall and encouraged Sabrina to give them a little runway dance to show off. Thank you whore, that’s the first good thing you’ve done yet. Sabrina was in a dominatrix leather suit. Her voluptuous body was wrapped in criss-crossed black leather straps that mostly served to bolster her curves rather than hide anything. Under the straps she wore a mesh body suit that covered everything from her neck down including her hands. He would, however, wager that there were access slits where it counted. Her pierced nipples strained against the mesh where they poked through the leather latticework that held her huge breasts out in front of her. The straps weaved over her torso and arms, where they ended at the wrists in a silver spiked buckled cuff. As they descended her midriff, the straps thinned in number, until only two remained that squeezed the mound between her thighs. The snaps gleamed at the camera as though winking at him from their prized position.  Around her neck was a black posture collar that held her head upright in a formal, but graceful posture. There were numerous instruments of punishment tucked into all of those straps that caressed her. As she danced down the runway, a cat o' nine tails and a multi-colored flogger flared out from either hip and gently smacked her strap-free ass cheeks. At first he thought her knee-high black leather boots had spurs, but quickly realized that she had tucked a couple of Wartenberg pinwheels into the boot straps. A long whip was tangled around her, artfully ending with the handle tucked into her left boot top. Her vivid red hair and lips made a startling contrast to the midnight black leather. She was every sexual fantasy in the flesh; she knew it, and she used it. As she slowly danced her way to him she pulled out a small black paddle and gave herself clearly audible spanks in time with the music in her head.

By the time she finished her dramatic entrance with applause and cat calls from the audience, the urge to spoil his evening was almost too strong to resist. It was straining, throbbing, and kept ejecting little spurts of cum to relieve the building pressure. It was painful to resist, but he managed by pouring his iced tea on it to lessen the aching need.

The girls had been talking, but he didn’t catch their words as he suffered from the deluge. Angel was trying to get Kali to leave, but she was insisting that there was more set up to do. Sabrina had disappeared into the house again, to return with a standing podium that was a bit too big for her to manage. Angel was off camera, but Kali was front and center admiring the waterfall again. She was closest and ran to help Sabrina pull the podium into the yard.

"I’m not sure where to put the order books so that everyone can get to them." said Sabrina

"Why not in front of the waterfall?" suggested Kali, "It's right in the middle."

"I'd rather not crowd the walkway with it though."

He was momentarily relieved, as the podium might interfere with his shot of the runway.

"What? No, listen..." shut up you useless cunt! "think about how fun it was to dance down the runway to your cheering audience. It was fun for us to cheer you on too. This is the one spot you do want a waiting crowd. They can get dressed up in the nook over there and then dance down the runway while people waiting to order cheer them on. It will also give your guests a reason hover around the order book browsing if they know their friend is about to come down the path. It’s like putting candy at the checkout lane; people buy more stuff when they are idly waiting with nothing better to do than consider how they want to spend their husband’s money.”

“Ok, you’ve sold me, mostly because this thing is too heavy for me to move without your help and the waterfall is close by.”

He hoped against hope that they would not block his shot, but he was again bitterly, inconsolably disappointed when they settled it directly in front of his camera’s niche in the rock façade. Not only did it block the runway, but now all he could see was the wooden back of that fucking piece of shit podium.

With great effort and more blood from his lip he contained his anger until he was in the safety of his soundproofed basement. That money grubbing whore! He heard that line about spending her husband’s money, the gold digging little fucktard. Of course she’d be too fucking stupid and lazy to work for her own money like Angel does and thinks she can just marry some rich moron who will give her a credit card.

He calmly walked into the cage and latched the door before he let the familiar rage consume him. It started as a litany of hatred against the bitch but soon escalated to the point that words failed him and he devolved into incoherent grunting and screaming. He smashed everything contained in the cage, but destroying Kippers' few earthly possessions did not make him feel better. In fact it made him feel guilty that he had hurt the only companion he had because he could not control himself. The shame washed over him and he curled up in the corner and sobbed. All of his exuberant joy was gone, not even a memory of it remained in his hollow chest. His dream, his fantasy, all his hard work and patience was spoiled; ruined by that bitch-whore-slut-fucking-cunt Kali. Why couldn’t she have just left when Angel pleaded with her to remove her foul presence from the yard. Didn’t she know that no one wanted her around to destroy their work? She’s a useless, self-serving, interfering, satan-fucking cunt. Sabrina didn’t even want it there, Kali made her put it there just to interfere with his shot again! It was her. All her! She was ruining his perfect night. Thank god she was leaving for the actual party. Maybe he could forget about her and still enjoy something of the reward that she had snatched from him.

Chapter 5- The party

He brought himself back under control by taking another shower, but this time he could not recapture the festive mood. Kali had thankfully departed by the time he had settled back in to his spot. The first wave of guests had already arrived and were signing in at the hateful podium. He now had only the attic cam to watch until someone braved the dildoberry tree, so he resignedly settled in to watch the tiny women's movements around the yard. They started off traveling in small packs to sample the variety of nooks. Sabrina and Angel, who had changed into a sexy nurse’s outfit that looked very similar to the one she wore for work, mingled among the packs as guests arrived in twos and threes. He could hear some nervous, soft-voiced chatter among the crowd, but nothing clear or interesting. Angel also seemed to notice the quiet tense conversation. He picked her voice out of the crowd telling Sabrina that Kali had mentioned seeing an audio in port on the yard light controls and thought there might be a speaker system you could plug an ipod into. She disappeared into the house and a few moments later death metal blared over the yard in a shocking wave of noise that was quickly silenced. The crowd broke into nervous laughter at the technical glitch and noticeably loosened up by the time Angel had some soft music going to caress the guests' battered ears. 

The music made it harder for him to distinguish individual conversations, but the women were talking more confidently now and he could pick out tantalizing fragments that helped spur on his imagination.

“Look at this one, it goes in both holes at once. I have always wondered what that would feel like…”

“He is always asking me to dress up for him. I bet he would love this French maid outfit…”

“I love Sabrina’s outfit! Think I could get her to give me a few spanks with that paddle?”

He let the conversation pass over him, pulling out the snippets of interest while he tried to rekindle his longing without much success.

When about 40 guests had arrived and were milling about the yard, Sabrina and Angel slipped away into the house. A few moments later the music abruptly changed to a sexy rhythm with heavy bass. Angel made her way down the runway in her skimpy nurse’s outfit, making a show of playing with her stethoscope to listen to her heart beat through her heaving breasts. Her hair flowed around her like a liquid curtain of gold as she danced. She used that curtain like a skilled fan dancer to hide and reveal sensual areas for the greatest effect. Blood pounded in his ears and his heart raced. His stomach felt as though he had fallen from a five story building only to be saved by an Angel swooping in to catch him. His admiration of her beauty was only spoiled by an errant longing to have seen her dance from the waterfall viewpoint.

Sabrina followed Angel down the runway with a repeat performance of her earlier one-woman porno, which was decidedly less interesting on the attic cam. He still shivered every time he heard the paddle making contact with the tight flesh of her gorgeous ass. The audience was going wild, whistling and cat calling, until they organized into a chanting chorus of “spank me, no spank me” presumably inspired by an old Monty Python skit that also ended with unrequited desire. He squinted to see Sabrina giving paddle swats to any girl that presented her ass while standing directly in front of the podium. He could even catch glimpses of the paddle swing around the edge of the podium from the waterfall camera. When the ass paddling line dried up, Sabrina commanded their attention while she addressed them from the end of the runway.

“I think I'm required to start off our night by giving you a lecture on female empowerment, so here it is. Most of you grew up with this notion that sex is dirty and that, as a woman, you shouldn't want it. Moreover, if you get it you shouldn't enjoy it because if you do you’re a slut. Only men are allowed to want sex and give in to their instinctual need for fulfillment. Only men are allowed to get pleasure from this beautiful act, so when they climax the sex just stops. Sound familiar? Who do you think came up with these cultural rules about who is and who is not allowed to take pleasure in carnal acts? With rules like these I would bet the farm it was a man. But who enforces them? It was your mother and your sisters and your best girlfriends in high school who called each other sluts and whores for taking pleasure from such filthy acts. They say it’s better that sex be used as a tool to manipulate a man than be enjoyed equally by both partners. Some women think they can only get their man to do their bidding if they use sex as a carrot and for that to work it must be scarcely offered.

The truth is that sex is healthy. Enjoying sex is healthy. My wife Angel is a nurse, and she is doing a research project through the university to catalogue the positive effects that a good sex life has on wellness: physically, emotionally, and socially. The truth that your mother didn't know, but that we do know, is that using sex as a tool for manipulation destroys a relationship. It builds resentment in a man, and requires that the woman deny that she is interested in sharing the pleasurable experience with her partner and so she doesn’t. He often sees this as a sign that she simply can’t be pleased or is rejecting him, and he eventually stops trying altogether.

In contrast, a healthy give and take in the bedroom has been shown to be essential for a happy marriage and it is not just about how often a couple is intimate. The level of reciprocity was the strongest indicator of the length and happiness of a marriage. These couples reported that they were more in love, that their partners were more thoughtful and helpful around the house, that their children were happier and more successful, and unsurprisingly, that their partners were more faithful.

Healthy sex starts with you. You must be open to the idea that you are allowed to enjoy sex, moreover, that you deserve pleasure and fulfillment. Now it is not as easy for a woman to achieve fulfillment as it is for a man. They just need a Sears catalogue and something warm to rub against and they are all set. A woman's pleasure takes finesse, intimacy, trust, and a deep connection. Pleasing a woman takes time, effort and toys. Tonight I want to teach you how use these toys so you can go home and instruct your lover. Together you can enjoy all of the benefits that a healthy sex life brings, not the least of which is the mind-blowing sex itself.

There is not a formal structure to the party. Anything in a package is for sale, simply keep a running list in the order book. Anything out of a package already is marked and can be used for demonstrations so long as good hygiene practices are observed. Angel and I will gladly assist in demonstrations, but be warned that anything you open, you have bought. I will host a short demonstration of my featured products over here that will last about an hour. Feel free to wander away at any time to visit any of the nooks or grab wine or munchies from the porch. Angel asks that anyone who would like to use the doctor’s nook seek her out first. Safety is of course our first priority. If any medical emergencies arise Angel is a registered nurse and first responder but we still ask that someone dials 911 if appropriate.

Aside from all of that, there is only one rule tonight, and it is a sacred one. The smallest infringement of it is punishable by immediate removal and a permanent ban from all events. No one is to be forced into anything they are not comfortable with. To this end we have a safe word for tonight, Bonanza. When that safe word is uttered by anyone in your vicinity for any reason, you must stop everything you are doing and casually walk away to give the utterer a moment of privacy. If she requires assistance, please find Angel or myself and we will tend to her. This is a proven system and I will not tolerate even the slightest infraction against it. So remember, if you hear the word Bonanza you are to immediately stop what you are doing and walk away.”

About half of the group picked up on it and turned to walk away. The other half looked around stupidly for a moment and then started giggling when they finally understood. Everyone hastened to disperse and grab a good spot to watch the demonstration hour.

He had nearly nodded off during her woman's pleasure rant that was just an excuse to indulge in their perversions. Like they needed some justification to cheat on their husbands and spend their money on plastic replacement cocks. But now they were moving to the demonstration area and he perked up to watch them jockey for position nearest their mistress in black leather. One woman left her seat to grab some wine only to return to an occupied chair. She looked exasperated for a moment but then he clearly heard the word Bonanza and watched as all of the women laughingly vacated the clearing including Sabrina herself. The utterer reclaimed her seat and took a theatrical moment to compose herself before waving the all clear sign that allowed the guests to return to their spots.

“Sorry Nancy, guess you get to stand. I’ll tell you what, you can be my first volunteer if you’re willing.” Sabrina said as the women settled back in. Everyone was immensely enjoying the joke and the atmosphere, and probably the wine by now. From the attic viewpoint he could not see the items Sabrina held up in front of her. Soon he could hardly even make out her sales pitch amidst the chatter of the party goers, the music, and the occasional spanking sounds from the bondage tree that remained frustratingly out of focus. Sadly, no one availed themselves of the dildoberry tree during Sabrina’s demonstration, and the strips of colored fabric Kali had tied into the willow branches prevented the camera from seeing anything except what was under its rainbow dome. He grew bored watching the audience watch Sabrina do interesting stuff that he couldn’t see because Kali had to open her stupid cockhole. He focused on each woman in turn and tried to get a sense of them from the little detail that the attic cam could provide. Most of these ladies were wealthy. He recognized brand name stuff that would have made even his grandparents flinch at the price tag. They had the kind of stuff people only buy to show other people that they can afford to waste the money. Sabrina must have quite the reputation to get this group of women all riled up. A few of them seemed less polished. Their hair was in pony tails and they were wearing jeans without even the slightest inkling that they came underdressed. These must be friends of Angel, as they stuck very close together and seemed to hover around Angel whenever she was free.

After the demonstrations were finally finished, the women broke up into small groups of five or less and headed to different areas of the yard. The costume nook was very popular and close enough for the camera to get a good view of each outfit as the women exited and took a turn on the catwalk while onlookers cheered and whistled. Kali seemed to be right that people milling around the end of the walkway encouraged the models to show off their outfits, and models showing off their outfits encouraged people to mill about the order book on the podium. If not for its unfortunate placement he would have hours of footage of gorgeous women dancing toward the camera in sexy outfits, while horny sluts cheered them on and groped them at the end. As it was, a view from the rear of the walk wasn’t as interesting but still pretty delightful. The French maid outfit was a hit, as were numerous sexy dominatrix outfits. Quite a few women bought replicas of Sabrina’s outfit and wore them into the bondage tree area. Only a few copied Angel’s sexy nurse motif, but he was sure it was only because they knew they couldn’t compare to her exquisite loveliness. He was quite taken in by the one that dressed up in a police uniform, complete with handcuffs. She decided to spend the rest of the evening cuffing women to her belt, their chair, or each other if they held still too long. Another woman saw the cop cuff Sabrina to the porch and quickly said Bonanza, causing everyone to calmly walked away leaving Sabrina stranded. Angel eventually came to her rescue, but she let her struggle for a few minutes first. She was only released after Angel let each person give her one hard lick with her own rainbow flogger, by the end of which Sabrina’s eyes were watering. It did not slip his notice that after that scene there were a lot more floggers and cat o' nine tails amidst the audience members. No more than five minutes could pass between the solid thuds of those tails making contact with the soft flesh of a woman.

He often had an excellent vantage point to watch women sneak up on each other with blindfolds or tickling feathers; several more women had picked up on the cop's fun with handcuffs and had their own shackles and leashes to ambush with. At one point Sabrina cornered Angel and the cop talking together near the sex lube fountain and exacted her revenge against both of them by squirting an entire bottle of black licorice flavored lube into their faces and clothes. Both squealed in laughter and grabbed their own bottles and chased Sabrina all across the yard squirting at her and catching a good number of bystanders off guard with the jets of fragrant cunt juices. Several of these affronted guests resorted to grabbing their own bottles to join in on the hunt, and soon a lube war was playing out as women dashed away from each other to take cover as streams of lube shot out to tag them. Jubilant screams of “I’ve been hit,” “She got me,” and “You’ll pay for that!” filled the sunset lit yard like a romantic slow motion scene in an old war movie.

Much to his delight, a couple ducked into view of the dildoberry camera. He got a good look at them both as they peered out of the curtain surreptitiously to see if their attacker had followed them. He was excited to see that one of the whores had mimicked Sabrina’s dominatrix outfit, while the other was one of the French maids that were flouncing about the party with ticklish feather dusters. The dominatrix was of slight build with mousy hair and a remarkable ass that looked amazing framed in the leather straps that squeezed her cheeks. They explored the area for a few moments, looking at the mind-boggling assortment of plastic cocks that were scattered around the base of the tree and in nooks and crannies. The maid was the first one to notice the dildo set up on a springy, low-hanging branch. She gestured to the dom and they took turns sitting on the branch a ways away from the dildo to test its strength. It was bouncy but did not break under their weight. To his disappointment, neither decided to give the dildo a try just yet. The maid moved over to the hammock filled with dicks while the dom was more interested in the swing that also had a dildo attached to its seat. They spent a few more minutes browsing the selection, but seemed unwilling to sample the products with the other lurking around. They ended up leaving together without giving him much of a show.

It did not take long for Sabrina to sell out of sexy swimwear as women filled the pool and hottub to wash the lubricant off. He heard her ask Angel if it would be alright to sell a few of their personal suits and just buy some new ones over the weekend. Still, there were not enough suits for all of the women that wanted to wash off, so they eventually stripped off their soiled garments and simply went in naked. He could just make out their bouncing breasts in the frothing water. This marked a definite turning point in the mood of the party, from silly and fun to sensual and wild. The pool areas were constantly filled with a rotating cast of entangled limbs, and ladies sitting along the rim with a lover’s head parting her legs.

As the night progressed into dusk and the garden lights kicked on with appreciative ohhs and ahhs, the ladies became noticeably more intoxicated. He watched intently as Angel brought out and lit enough scented candles to pose a fire risk. Sweet smells filled the air that reminded him of vanilla and cinnamon and female musk depending on which direction the breeze was blowing. After she set the mood, Angel brought a tray of wine-filled goblets to the hottub and pool since the ladies there couldn’t easily get their own. She was so kind and helpful, a perfect hostess. She had changed out of her soiled nurse's outfit and into a loose flowing white gauze that clearly showed every detail of her naked perfection beneath it. Her milk white skin barely contrasted with the outfit, and every time she passed in front of a light her body was silhouetted in a way that hid nothing.

He tracked her movements around the party and took particular interest when she was pulled over to the medical nook by a pretty black woman that was wearing a thong swimsuit still damp from the pool. He watched as Angel undressed the patient and slipped a white backless dress onto her which resembled a hospital gown, if hospital gowns were made of slinky satin. The hospital bed was between the waterfall and the pool area in a small open clearing near the far side of the lawn from the camera. He had a pretty open view of the bed, but the angle was not ideal for seeing the details of Angel's movements with her patient. It didn’t take very long before Angel had her in stirrups so she could probe her with various medical devices and her own latex gloved hands. The patient’s enthusiastic moans carried over the conversational din and drew the party goers attention. A small crowd gathered to watch her epic climax from Angel’s skilled ministrations. “I pronounce you cured!” Intoned Angel triumphantly as she handed the patient a goblet of wine and said “Drink this and rest for a moment.” She wandered away for a few moments to refill glasses at the poolside. Several women lingered near the medical nook after that to await her return and browse the instruments neatly arrayed on the table.

He still could not get a clear view of the bondage tree, but suggestive sounds like cries, whimpers, and loud whip cracks kept his eyes drifting toward the area. He noticed that people disbursed from that area for a few moments rather often, presumably due to hearing the word Bonanza. For about an hour he could just make out one woman elaborately tying another into a human cocoon that she strung between two trees limbs.  The bound woman faced downward with her exposed breasts dangling, onto which Sabrina added a pair of heavy duty nipple clamps so she could yank on them every time she passed through the area. Her legs were tied apart to show off her innermost secrets to the women that made a game of buying products from the dildoberry tree to try out on her public-use cunt. The woman held up for a long time, but he eventually watched as everyone disbursed while Angel and Sabrina used safety scissors to cut off all the ropes and help her stretch and regain proper blood flow. Angel walked her over to the medical nook for a thorough examination and a sensual full-body massage using one of the few remaining bottles of lube. Pretty soon there was a line-up of patients complaining about aching muscles.

Women were finally feeling loosened up enough to visit the dildoberry tree for real. Most came alone, but sometimes they visited in pairs. The first serious customer was the French maid from earlier. She had ditched the feather duster and several parts of the outfit and acquired a few rips in the nylons, but the new look was much more appealing to him. It seemed she just had to give the branch a try.  Grabbing a condom from a bowl affixed to a branch point, she quickly slipped it over the cock. She pulled off the shredded remains of her nylons and straddled the branch, carefully positioning her cunt onto the cock and experimentally sitting up to see if it would fit inside. It seemed she liked it because she leaned forward facing the trunk of the tree, like a cat taking a nap on a branch, then crossed her legs around the branch and tucked her feet over the top. Now it seemed she could control the bounce with her feet and used that to give herself a good fast fucking. She held on tightly to the limb with her arms and legs while she furiously thrusted with her hips. She arched her back when she came, giving the camera an excellent shot of her O-face and her exquisite breasts that were covered with leaves and flakes of bark from the tree branch she was frantically humping. The camera also caught something that made him sit straight up in amazement, when this tree fucking slut popped a nut, she actually squirted it all over the tree limb. She came with three spurts of high pressure cum juices, and the camera had a perfect view of it gushing out to splash over the defiled bark. He was amazed when tree slut still wasn’t satisfied. She got up and turned around to straddle the plastic dick with her back to the tree trunk and her feet on the ground. She held onto the branch for leverage and violently bashed her cunt into it, the force of it was evident in how she recoiled and threw her head back. Her eyes were screwed shut and her face was contorted with effort as she repeatedly slammed her cunt onto the branch at an increasing pace that bordered on frantic. She unexpectedly threw her upper body backward, grabbing the trunk of the tree behind her for leverage and grinding her pussy against the wood between her thighs like an insatiable whore. Her pert breasts heaved with the effort, and every line of her body stood out in sharp definition as she strained. Finally she had battered her cunt enough and it relented. Shudders wracked the tree slut’s body and fluid pooled into a dark stain on the ground beneath her. The filthy whore had sprayed her cunt juice all over the dildoberry nook. He wished he could rub her nose in it and then make her lick it clean so others could use the equipment without being covered with her stink.

He was disappointed that the mousy-haired dom never returned to investigate the love swing further, but several others did. The first woman, a very tipsy blonde in a two-piece swim suit that was about two sizes too small for her breasts, seemed to have some trouble figuring out how the swing worked and eventually gave it up for a lost cause. She climbed into the hammock where she opened half a dozen boxes to try out the various shapes, sizes, textures, and speeds until she found one that was just right for her to curl up with and quietly please herself as she swung lazily in the hammock. The strings of lights woven through the willow branches above her softly lit the peaceful scene. She was blissfully ignorant of the camera only a few feet above her, which was recording her private moment with the giant fake cock that she was thrusting into her hole. He felt the full power of his position as he watched her climax in slow stages of rising tension. He studied her face, sure that no one would make a face like that if they knew someone else was watching them. He was moved by this quiet, almost entirely uneventful moment, and felt a powerful sense of control and superiority.

There was a gap of several minutes between the blonde and the couple of rug-munchers that came in next. One was a dark-haired, light-skinned Asian woman dressed in a leather dom outfit of a different style than Sabrina’s but no less appealing. It was a long-sleeved, short-skirted black dress that laced down the front, exposing  most of her breasts and midriff, with a zipper from the bottom hem to the beginning of the laces. The outfit was completed with 6-inch stiletto boots and a long whip that she was fond of cracking just to hear the sound. She dragged her nearly naked slave by her orange-red hair and tossed her to the ground at the tree base. She cracked the whip and it licked the thigh of the naked slave, whose cuffed hands immediately went to the new welt in reaction. Red lash marks and bruises were visible all over her body, even under the heavy spattering of freckles along her shoulders, evidence of some serious play near the bondage tree. The dom reached down, wrapped the slave’s chain leash around her wrist, and used it to yank the slave back onto her feet. She made a show of dragging the naked girl around on a short leash as she browsed the remaining dildos, finally settling on a double-sided strap-on that slid into the wearer as well as the bitch. She directed the slave to do something, but he could only see the gesturing so it took a moment to figure out that the slave was putting a fresh condom onto the dildo attached to the tree branch. He wondered if it was still wet from tree slut's pussy water deluge. He watched with interest as the dom directed her slave to mount the branch, but with her mouth over the cock instead of her cunt. The dom straddled the tree behind the slave and forcefully entered her. Leather-clad breasts kept blocking the view of the dildo disappearing into the slave’s slit right before the satisfying moment of resistance, but this teasing simply heighten the experience by adding a glimmer of mystery and a reason to watch closely hoping for that shot. The dom forced the slave to suck the dildo while she fucked her, and twice she pushed the slave's head down onto the cock, gagging her with it, while she pounded into her with the strap on. The dom grabbed her slave's hair and pulled her upright. She pulled out the same type of flogger that Sabrina had demonstrated and hit the slave across the tits with it. The camera caught a perfect shot of her nipple shriveling up into a hard little nub as the skin around it turned beet red from the blow. If he strained, he thought he could hear a thwack right around the time the dom landed a blow onto the slaves freckled skin, but the jets of the hot tub were too loud for him to be certain. The dom forced the slaves legs further apart and flogged her inner thighs and the mound of her cunt mercilessly. As the intensity slowly built the dom dropped the flogger and started sliding her hands up and down the slave's sensual curves until they finally found their home lifting and holding the slave’s breasts as they came together. Synchronized rapture spread through the couple visibly, and they collapsed together against the tree trunk to rest.

His cock had finally had enough teasing, and he knew he was past the point of no return when he saw the dom offer him her slave's breasts as though serving him dessert. His own eruption happened merely moments after theirs and was the most powerful he had ever felt. It was agony and ecstasy as everything tensed up in his hips and a high pressure squirt of cum sprayed out like water from a hose that a child was holding a finger over. He felt it splash onto his chest and face but couldn’t stop himself from releasing another squirt, this time more of a jet than a spray. The hot stream bathed his naked chest and abdomen. It was becoming too intense to endure, he couldn’t relax his straining muscles, and another fairly substantive burst of jizz shot out and made a hot puddle in his belly button. He could finally relax a little and slowly, very slowly, his muscles unlocked and he was able to settle back into his seat. His mind replayed moments from that scene and a little geyser of cum dribbled out in response. He rubbed his warm gooey mess into his skin, admiring the definition of his own muscles and the smooth silky feeling that rubbing his sin all over himself gave him. His cock ached but would not go soft.

He felt sleepy and lethargic for a moment and realized that if he didn’t move he would end up missing the rest of the party. He checked in with Angel and Sabrina. The former was still giving massages to guests who bought the lube for it, and the latter was demonstrating the St. Andrew's cross by affixing one of her guests to it. Then he stealthily slipped away from the fence and back into his house to take the third shower of the day.

Chapter 6- Closing time

His shower only lasted 10 minutes, and by the look of it he hadn’t missed much. No one had visited the dildoberry tree since the dykes left, and Angel and Sabrina were still engaged in the same tasks as before. Sabrina's guest was now being prominently displayed on the cross while she and another dom he couldn’t quite make out took turns beating her with whips, floggers, and paddles. Damn it! He wished he had a better view of that area. He looked around the yard and his eyes stopped at the pool area. Some of the wet harlots had paired off and were fucking each other with the assortment of toys laid out around the pool's edge, but the water’s tumultuous surface shrouded the best of it in wavering mystery. He really needed an underwater camera that could capture all of the nasty movements hidden under the surface.

Several people simultaneously got out of the pool and made their way toward the attic camera. They were heading for the costume nook where they each donned a lacy or silky nightie and then headed up the porch to feed each other chocolates and strawberries. He dismissed them for a moment but his eyes were drawn back over to them when he noticed one of the girls sitting on the table with her legs spread wide.  A French Maid filled her cunt with a whole cucumber as the onlookers applauded the talent. He watched, intrigued, as the cucumber was used to fuck the girl silly, then removed in favor of some strawberry teasing that ended with the berry being eaten out of the fruit fucker’s pussy. Next the fruit fucker pulled a bottle of champagne off the rack and made a theatrical scene out of thoroughly enjoying it when she rammed it up her cunt and fucked it until she had coated the bottle neck in her cum. Then she popped the cork and, while it was still fizzing out, quickly shoved the bottle back up her cunt. Her partner fucked her with the open bottle for a moment then pulled it out and lapped up the champagne that was fizzing out of her hole. The other girls laughed at the sight of a fizzy face full of pussy and then took turns drinking champagne from the whore’s cunt. This idea spread like wildfire through the crowd and soon the porch was filled with popping corks, giggling, and frothy bubbles. Sabrina’s wine rack was quickly depleted of champagne and Angel hastened to restock it. Returned to a small orgy of cunnilingus on the snack tables, she unobtrusively replaced the empty bottles and took a moment to admire the couples on the porch before moving off to find Sabrina. Sabrina was taken with the idea and they returned to the porch together to experience the sensation for themselves. Angel seemed to really like having champaign inside her, and continued to let others drink of her sweet nectar after Sabrina had her fill.

As the night wore on it was clear many of the sluts were pretty seriously drunk, Sabrina among them. She had stripped off the leather straps and mesh outfit, and was now walking around with nothing on but her knee-high boots and a large black strap-on she had confiscated from an angel statue. She was forcing guests to pay homage to her cock by getting on their knees and kissing it, after which she would gladly give them a good hard fuck with it. Many of the guests were dozing in cuddly heaps at the foot of their last sex act. Others were taking advantage of the thinning crowd to really get perverted. The runway had become a formalized contest for who could be the raunchiest, funniest, or sexiest during their catwalk. Many of the toys were out of stock, and the outfit racks were literally bare. For a moment he lost sight of Angel and nearly panicked. He switched to the dildoberry tree and found her solemnly positioning herself onto the dildo affixed to the branch. It looked like it hurt her at first but after a few painful minutes she was able to adjust to its size. She started off sitting almost upright with her bent knees pistoning her up and down on the cock until her need outgrew her leg strength, then she bent forward, grasped the branch and used it for leverage to give herself a good hard pounding. It was difficult to tell for sure, but her posture suggested that she was taking it up the ass again like last weekend. He stroked himself in time with her thrusts and felt connected to her on a deep level as he came along with her. “You’re a good girl my little angel, a very good girl” he said in a loving and caring voice that he wished Angel could hear. This time a polite pool of cum just flowed from the tip as though respectful of Angel’s sensitivities. He caressed himself with his warm cum and held her to his chest as she composed herself on the branch.

Angel exited the dildoberry tree to realize that the party was over and those who had not  left yet needed help to get on their way. Diligently, she set about the task of helping each woman find her belongings, complete her order sheet, and secure trustworthy transportation home. It was well past midnight when the last guest left the view of the camera. Angel was gathering the few toys that remained in sellable condition and cleaning up some of the mess that needed immediately attention such as fishing panties out of the hot tub and disposing of the cum drenched leftovers on the porch. Sabrina had dozed off in a comfy chair by a fire that was now just sooty embers.

Shortly after 1 am Kali arrived home and quietly joined Angel in her cleaning efforts. They chatted in low voices so as not to disturb Sabrina while they worked. He didn’t catch all of the details, but it seemed that Kali was in love with her new gaming group, especially the boy she called the dungeon master. Angel said she was pleased that Kali was making friends, Sabrina was making money, and that it seemed like it was a perfect night for everyone. He glared malevolently at Kali’s image on his iPad and whispered “not everyone.” They all packed up and headed in for bed together.