Before Double Trouble I

Our protagonists:

Lori Lavalle, not quite 21 years old, was 5’7” tall and weighed about 130 pounds.  Along with flashing green eyes and high cheekbones, she had long, lustrous coal black hair, and a figure many women would kill for:  1) a beautifully rounded set of boobs, very upright and erect, measuring 36” with a C/D cup – 2) thanks to many hours of waist training, she measured just over 25” around her middle – 3) 37” hips, with the most perfect bubble butt man had ever seen; shapely but firm, with no noticeable imperfections.  Her stomach was but slightly rounded, her legs were slim but well-shaped, and regular swimming and near-daily aerobics workouts helped to keep her in great shape.

Lori loved fine lingerie, and equally hated pantyhose and bloomers; her preferred undergarments were long shiny nylon/lycra stockings, very sheer, and silk or satin or latex thongs and garter belts.  She wore matching brassieres occasionally: full ones for family and formal occasions, half-bras otherwise that barely (or didn’t) cover her nipples.  Otherwise, her favorite wear was either no bra at all or the half-moon shaped adhesive support cups that held her up without interfering with her nipples or breasts as a whole.

When dressing for work as a newly-hired designer of women’s clothes, she was very conservative … knee-length non-disclosure skirts, three-inch heels, and blouses that went over a full bra.  The garter belts, stockings, and thongs were ever-present, though.

Lori was, to some extent, an exhibitionist; she was very proud of her body, and knew that her butt and boobs were the envy of many young (and some not-so-young) men and women.  She was not a tease, though … she didn’t deliberately lead men on with how she dressed.  It just worked out that way; she had to constantly fend off advances by males who thought otherwise, and she had become quite skilled at that.

Josh Allen was 25 years old, a 6’ 1” man weighing about 195 pounds.  He was slim with good shoulders and narrow hips, and a washboard stomach.  He was not particularly handsome, but had craggy good looks that easily attracted women.  He was also a multi-millionaire, having inherited $12M and the family house when his banker father and mother had died a year before in a crash of their private jet.  As their only child, he had managed to withstand competing claims for the inheritance, and the $12M was what remained after taxes and lawyers.  In addition, he was a young but skilled architect, and his firm rewarded him with a six-figure salary.

He was totally unpretentious, but very much into bondage.  Josh had had the large basement area (30’ X 30’) of his home converted into a lavish dungeon.  The actual construction had been done as a freebie … his father had had a big in with the company that did the work, so he actually paid nothing for the job.  However, he had shelled out plenty of his own money to furnish it with the level of bondage equipment now contained therein.

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It had been almost a month since their visit to the BDSM Bash (see Double Trouble III), and Lori was completely healed from the very extreme discomfort she had experienced that evening - and, she had to admit, the ultra fantastic and multiple climaxes she had attained at the same time.  She had done nothing but attend to her wounds, such as they were, for the first three days after, but then began to resume her normal swimming and aerobic workouts routine, along with the myriad of details that make up anyone's life.

She had spent many hours reflecting on her love of sex and bondage.  Lori didn’t really question the sex part; she and Josh were totally compatible with, and had no taboos about, any kind of sex at all.  Although she really preferred anal sex (don’t ask why, honey … she couldn’t have given an answer), she was equally thrilled with her snatch being drilled by Josh on a more-or-less regular basis.

It was the bondage part, and especially the mind-blowing orgasms that overwhelmed her when tied, particularly when it was a very strict tie.  Lori also loved the sensual feelings she got when tightly embraced by her corsets and/or Josh’s expert rope and strap work.  There was just something about being so completely under his control that her pussy would begin to get wet at the very thought of past adventures, and excitedly looked forward to future situations that would heat her loins and lust to incredible levels.

No, the real question she pondered over and over was:  why was it that pain, while unpleasant, led to ever-higher levels of lust and orgasmic delight for her?  After many hours of such inquiries into her psyche, she had finally given up the search for answers.  She resolved to simply enjoy where she was at whenever her lover chose to bind/punish/pleasure her.  Pain and pleasure had somehow become one for the girl.

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Lori smiled at the reflection of Josh in the mirror at her dressing table. He was very patiently waiting for her to get ready for their date tonight; it was her 21st birthday, and they were going to a very nice French restaurant for dinner. La Fetische, she remembered.

Josh had always been very patient, a slow careful lover, and she loved him for it. Tonight his six foot frame, with very little spare flesh on it, was clad in a conservative dark gray suit. His shirt was blindingly white, and a silky maroon tie with gold flecks in it, plus well-shined Italian loafers, completed his ensemble.

He returned her smile as she finished her makeup and proceeded to get dressed. Lori had planned a very simple look for the occasion - a new dress that Josh had bought her, shimmering black with a matching thong, both made out the same very lightweight material, vanishingly thin, yet completely opaque.

Josh very much enjoyed seeing Lori get dressed. He loved her completely, without reservations, and she had a terrific body!  This evening she chose a pair of sheer nylon/lycra hold-ups that ended just short of her pussy.  They were very dark, and gleamed softly in the light of the room.  Naturally, Lori was careful to ensure no wrinkles marred the sleek look of the stockings.  The stockings having been settled around her legs, Josh watched as Lori drew the thong up her legs to settle in its proper place. It was a hip-rider type that didn't completely cover the last inch of her butt crack.

Next she donned the dress. It couldn't have weighed more than six ounces, he knew, and was made of some shimmery material.  Indeed, that was why Lori had foregone her usual garter belt; the dress was so thin that a garter belt, and especially the nub-ends of the garters, would have been all too visible.  Due to her narrow waist, the dress was zippered in back; she would never have been able to get the dress’ small waist area over her hips, or shoulders.

She didn't wear a bra with this dress; instead she had chosen two half-moon shaped adhesive supports that lifted her breasts nicely, but left her nipples and most of her breasts free. It was a good choice, because the dress was backless! It had a cowl-like back that opened nearly all the way to her cute rounded ass. The open back of the dress was kept from flapping by a thin plastic strap at the waist, nearly invisible to the casual observer.

The hem was just a few inches above her knees, with two small 6-inch slits on either side. The rich blackness of the dress, and it's figure-hugging and clingy material made for a most impressive sight, Josh thought.  Her tits and ass were very nicely outlined indeed ... yum.  It seemed to him that the dress was almost caressing those spectacular parts of her anatomy.

Last were her shoes, black open-toed sandals with thin 4-inch heels that had straps winding around and around her legs almost to her knees.

At last Lori was ready to go; she kissed Josh deeply (thank goodness for smear-proof lipstick), and they headed out to their car.  After a half-hour drive, they arrived at La Fetische at eight-fifteen, and had to wait just a few minutes to get seated. Josh thought the looks that Lori was getting from the reservation desk guy may have helped in seating them sooner.

At Josh's request, they were led to a corner table, where the lighting was more subdued and the white tablecloths long. During the short walk to their destination, Josh could sense the looks that Lori was getting from the other patrons.  The men were staring lasciviously, and the women tried not to stare but did, with daggers in their eyes. She was obviously quite lovely, and the clingy dress with open back nearly to her ass cheeks was a real eye magnet. Her nipples were rather prominent as well, clearly erect through the thin dress material.  That same material surrounded her hips and ass, revealing and then hiding her lush curves with every high-heeled stride taken.

The waiter seated them, took their drink and dinner orders (Chateaubriand, medium rare, avec sauce béarnaise) and left. While sipping the excellent wine (a 1997 Saint Julien) a server had brought, Josh felt Lori's hand on his thigh, concealed by the long tablecloth. She smiled widely at him as her hand went up to his groin and brushed his coming-erect penis.  Too bad for Josh, but Lori had earlier put his tightest cock ring around the base of his cock and balls. Additionally, she had his male tools wrapped in a small leather sack, cinched tightly and secured with a small lock, which simply was not large enough to accommodate more than a half-erection.  So he was titillated by her erotic groping, but frustrated that his coming hardness was hindered by that sack. She kept smiling at him, stroking his dong, while he kept shifting to try to allow his hardness to fully develop. Alas, t'was not to be.

In reply, Josh put his hand on Lori's leg, slowing caressing her stockings as his fingers inched their way upwards beneath her skirt. He encountered her bare flesh just above the stocking tops and, smiling widely at her in return, edged closer to her pussy. Lori also began to fidget as his fingers stroked the very thin material of her thong, and her love box beneath.  In her increasing sexual urges, she didn’t realize that she was humming softly in pleasure until Josh held a finger to her lush lips in a silencing way.

Their server took this most inopportune time to bring their meals, and to refresh their wine glasses.  Josh had seen her coming out of the corner of his eye, and snatched his hand away from its sweet target.  Lori, alerted by his maneuver, quickly became prim and proper; except for the fact that she was flushed and breathing a bit heavily, her hard nipples pushing against the thin material of her dress.  If the server noticed (and how could she not?), she gave no indication.

Somehow they got through dinner without driving each other nuts.  Josh thought the server had sensed what they had been doing, and left a generous tip as a nod to her discretion.  As they waited for their car to be brought around, Lori whispered in Josh's ear that she wanted him to eat her out when they got home, slow and sensuous, and then fuck her brains out, but also with restraint and, of course, slowly, slowly. Josh grinned in acquiescence.

During the ride home, Lori kept teasing Josh by stroking his cock through its confining leather prison.  He returned the favor by reaching over with his free hand to hike her skirt up, then caressing her stockinged legs, but ignoring her thonged pussy, so that Lori was getting more and more frustrated from his lack of attention there.

Once home, he didn't even bother taking off her dress, but merely whipped off her thong. Kneeling on the floor of the master bedroom, with Lori lying on the bed, he spread her stockinged legs and draped one over each shoulder. As Josh began slowly licking and teasing her, he could feel her thighs tremble and begin to tighten around his head.  Lori sighed happily in anticipation of what was to come.

He spread the lips of her pussy wide, and licked and nipped and kissed her most sensitive places. Lori was moaning with pleasure, kneading her breasts and nipples as Josh went about his erotic task. Higher and higher her erotic feelings rose; then, just before she climaxed, he pulled back and smiled at her!  Unfulfilled, grumbling, she stood up and began disrobing as fast as she could. Josh matched her speed in getting undressed, but had to wait for Lori to undo that damnable sack that hindered his incipient hard-on. Once that was done, with cock ring still attached, he threw her back down onto the bed and rammed his now rock-hard full erection deeply into her inviting love canal.

They made love slowly, even though Josh's mounting cum made him want to ravage her.  He would move his hips around so that he cock repeatedly brushed all of her love buttons.  Lori absolutely adored his care in loving her. Finally, Josh could hold back no longer, and plunged into her as deeply as possible, loosing an impressive amount of cum into her receptive love canal.   Lori matched him, legs locked behind his back ... his thick dong filled her totally, and her climax was no less excruciatingly pleasurable than his own.

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Later, after showering and enjoying a glass of wine together in their robes, Lori told Josh that she was in the mood for some sexually-charged punishment. She wanted him to strap her ass hard, and would he, pretty please? 
Happy to oblige, Josh took her down to their basement 'fun room'. She stripped bare at his direction, then waited patiently as he strapped her wrists together behind her back. Her elbows came next, with straps both above and below them that guaranteed they were mashed together.  Lori grunted softly at the strain.  With her shoulders drawn back as they were, her generous young breasts were thrust forwards in a most appealing way.  This simple tie alone was enough to re-kindle Lori’s hot desire.

Next came a 3-foot spreader bar with attached leather cuffs that he carefully buckled onto her slim ankles.  It kept Lori’s legs well apart, but not uncomfortably so.  To her wrist straps Josh attached the large S-hook on the end of a cable hanging from an electric pulley in the wood-beamed room.  Triggering the pulley remote, Josh hoisted her arms up until she was well bent over and her arms pointed almost straight up towards the ceiling.  Lori was already very sexually excited, and Josh hadn’t really even started!

Josh chortled his evil-sounding Doctor Moriarity laugh and, after priming both her nipples and clit to erectness, attached clamps to all three sensitive places. A chain that connected all the clamps was next, and a heavy padlock was locked onto the chain to ensure a continuous pull on her most sensitive clit and nipples.  Lori couldn’t help but gasp as the clamps were applied (OUCH!), but knew the initial pain would slowly wind down, and her lust ramp up, from the pleasant pressure on her lust-inducing nubs that would soon be hers.

Josh decided to use the two inch wide leather strap for tonight's festivities. Retrieving it, he stood to one side of Lori and began to strop her damned-nice ass.  Lightly at first, the force of his strokes increased ever so slowly; Lori was twisting about in her strappado tie, moaning happily, her clit and nipples yanked this way and that by the lock-weighted attached chains. That alone sent dueling pleasure and pain surges throughout her erotically primed body. Her bubble butt was slowly turning red from Josh's attentions, but she wanted more … her pleasure sensitivity seemed to increase exponentially whenever he did so.

"Hit harder, honey", she implored him.

Josh continued strapping her ass cheeks, at the crease between them and her thighs, and on the thighs themselves. He paid particular attention to her soft inner thighs; Lori was continuously jerking and twisting in pain/pleasure as her orgasm mounted.

"HARDER!" she begged again, and Josh obliged with heavy strokes that brought her tip-toed feet off the floor from their force. WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  Lori was sobbing now, her beet red ass and clamp-yanked nipples and clit testifying to her level of discomfort - and extreme pleasure.  God, but she was SO hot – a half-dozen orgasms during the strapping attested to that.  Her love juices ran freely down the inside of her legs, also giving mute testimony to her pleasure.

Finally, after a half-hour of hard thrashing, she climaxed yet again; gloriously, magnificently, munificently, twisting her body in ecstasy.  For Lori, pain, up to a point, only increased her incredible pleasure.

Josh cock was very erect by now, and he wanted some of the mile-high pleasure that Lori had exhibited.  He grabbed a nearby tube of K-Y jelly, squeezed a goodly amount onto his hands, and proceeded to lube up his hard-on with one hand, and her ass rose bud with the other.  Lori felt her arousal begin to stir yet again as he slowly forced first one finger, then two, then three, into her ass, roaming around in their exploration.  Lori kept twisting her rear around in an attempt to help Josh find all of her fuck yeah buttons.  Finally satisfied that the jelly had done its job, he wiped his hands off on her limp, sweat-sheened body, and focused on her striped and reddened sweet ass cheeks.

Unable to hold back any longer, he plunged his very hard and very erect dong deep into her anal cavity. ‘OMG,’ Lori thought, ‘his rod feels so good back there.’  Josh withdrew almost completely, and then began a steady, measured pounding of his love's hot and reddened rear end.  Lori responded by grunting, then thrusting her hips back to fully impale herself on this fat, long cock invading her. Josh began to increase his pace, in and out, hard and deep, his hips grinding against her crimson ass cheeks.

Josh tried to pace himself, but felt a massive climax approaching after only five minutes of serious ass fucking.  His girl’s talented sphincter muscles had done their job of alternately squeezing, then relaxing around, his dong.  Both he and Lori, somehow, grandly climaxed at the same moment, loudly groaning their pleasure in an eroticism-magnified duet.

Later, relaxing in bed after a dual shower, Lori looked up at Josh from beneath her lowered head, and said “Thanks for the birthday presents, my love … ALL of them!”

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Before Double Trouble II

“Are you sure you want to wear that to a public beach?” Josh asked his lover and bondage/pain slut Lori.

“Why?  What’s wrong with it?” she asked, looking down over her flat stomach at herself.  She was wearing a bright red latex thong swimming suit … sort of.  The only red to be seen was where the narrow latex triangle nestled her sweet pussy closely, and in the two small pieces of cloth that covered her breasts – that is, her nipples – just barely.  The rest of the suit was made up of clear plastic straps; between her ass cheeks and around her hips; with more straps making up the rest of her minimal top.

Josh walked over to where his girl stood and took her in his arms.  He was all too conscious of her shapely breasts, bulging around the narrow latex bands covering her nipples, as she melted into him, those lovely tits squashed against his chest.  He bent down to kiss her, and Lori responded warmly, throwing her arms around his neck and tonguing his mouth for all she was worth.  Josh was doing the same even while his hands reached around her to fondle that marvelous rear end she had been blessed with.

Josh found his rod beginning to stir as his hands caressed her rear cheeks, bare to his touch; Lori could also feel stirrings from within, warmth radiating from her pussy to stimulate her entire body.  Breaking the kiss, Josh continued their brief conversation.

“Well, babe, your ‘bathing suit’ is bordering on nakedness – but damn, you look so hot right now …”   Lori just laughed delightedly.

“Oh, you noticed, did you?” she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Listen, sweet cheeks, I don’t intend to spend all day keeping the wolves away from you.  In fact …”  So saying, he released Lori’s ass and knelt down in front of her.  Lori closed her eyes and, almost in autonomic reflex, spread her legs.  Josh kissed her delicious cunt through the thin latex, and then tongued her snatch just once or twice.

“Oh Josh,” Lori moaned.  “We’ll never get to the beach at this rate.”  Josh halted his attentions to her pussy, stood and took her hand to lead her upstairs to their large bedroom.

“Well,” he said en route, “we’ll just have to find some other way to occupy ourselves, won’t we?”  Lori had to agree, feeling her sexual heat begin to ramp up, and began to remove her thong and top as they ascended, arriving at the top without a stitch.

Once in the bedroom, it took a long time for Josh to divest himself of his swim trunks … about three seconds … while Lori rolled onto the bed.  She reached behind her to stuff a pillow under her ass and, spreading her legs widely, reached for Josh.  He needed no urging.  In just seconds he had positioned himself between her legs and bent his head to begin an oral assault on Lori’s bald pussy.  Spreading her labia, he slowly ran his tongue up her pink slit, then down and up again.  Lori knew she was leaking pre-climax love juice, and her rapidly rising lust threatened to overwhelm the girl.  She reached for Josh’s head to implore him to continue his outstanding pussy eating; she was rewarded as he coaxed her erect clitoris out from under its hood, and commenced to nibble on it.

Lori was going crazy with his tongue hitting every hot button she owned.  Crying out loudly, she came, then again; when Josh raised his head, his face was covered in her cum.  Edging forward, he placed the tip of his rampant cock against her lovely opening and, without any preamble, lunged forward to bury it to the hilt.  Lori thrust her hips up to meet him; before Josh knew what was happening, the athletic girl had flipped then around so that she was on top.

She slowly raised herself up until only the head of Josh’s dong was still within her.  Equally slowly, she lowered herself back down until she was once again crammed full with Josh’s raging hard on.  Up and down, in and out she went, now increasing her rhythm.  Josh fondled her bouncing boobs as his own climax began to signal its imminent arrival.  Both were moaning and groaning in the ultimate climactic pleasure.  Abruptly, Josh rammed his hips upwards as his seed spurted into Lori’s love canal.  That was all it took to trigger her own orgasm; Josh enhanced it by sitting up to take her nipple between his teeth and roll it around.

“Whoa!” she said at least, rolling over to lie next to Josh.  “That was fantastico!”

They rested for awhile, entwined in each other’s arms, then rose to jump in the shower.  Lori washed Josh’s prick with great care, and soaped up and gently squeezed his balls at the same time.  He enjoyed her persuasive digital maneuvers for awhile, then stepped back to rinse off.

After drying off, they pulled the soaked sheets from the bed and into a hamper, then remade the bed with fresh sheets.

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That evening, over a light dinner, Lori had a flash-back to the scene at the BDSM party where a girl had had her pussy whipped, and Lori had felt her own cunt warm in sympathy … and desire.  She told Josh she wanted to try it and, as always, he happily agreed.

Down to their fun room they went. Lori stripped naked, and Josh had her lie down on the thick mat laid out below an electric ceiling hoist. He attached heavy suspension cuffs to her ankles, connecting them by way of a 3-foot spreader bar attached to D-rings on the inside of each cuff.  A cable from one of the many overhead pulleys was hooked to the center of the spreader bar, on a large ring welded there.

Engaging the hoist, Josh raised her up until she was completely off the ground, her beautiful pussy just inches below his chin. He also secured her wrists with leather cuffs and connected them to a ring in the floor with tight ropes, so that Lori was stretched to the max. Just for the heck of it, he added some heavy clover-leaf clamps to her waiting nipples.  She winced when they were applied; dammit, they HURT … but she knew the pain would slowly change into mild discomfort, and eventually morph into pleasure for her.  She really did love her nipple clamps.

Lori was hungrily anticipatory for the action that was to follow, and Josh didn't disappoint her. He warmed her up for the subsequent events by licking her labia and clit, until she began to jerk in her stringent Y-position, moaning with pleasure.  As it happened, Josh was just licking away her pre-orgasmic love juice.

At last Josh got down to fulfilling her desire. He took a short whip with a half-dozen leather thongs, each knotted at the end to ensure maximum 'bounce'. He began to whip Lori's pussy, slowly at first, then more quickly, snapping the whip down on her snatch. With each hard stroke, Lori was twisting as much as was minimally possible in her tough tie. She cried out with each stroke, moaning with pain/pleasure as he continued his assault, her sexual being on fire.  Josh kept lashing her pussy until it was beet red and welted.

Her ongoing orgasms kept leaking from that battered cunt, until finally he had to stop. Fifteen straight minutes of the whipping alone was enough for both of them; his arm was tiring, and Lori had cum so much it ran down her belly.

As Lori told him after he let her down, it was an experience of incredible pain and eroticism. She loved what had happened to her that evening, but decided once was enough.

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Always the bondage/pain slut, Lori the following night asked Josh to put her in a most stringent tie, and then eat her out. After some thinking, he had her strip and lie face down on a convenient leather- covered table in their fun room/dungeon. The table was conveniently located beneath an electric hoist.

Using several coils of quarter-inch hemp rope, Josh crossed Lori's ankles and proceeded to tie them securely. Around and between her ankles the rope was wound, tightly, with a cinch at the end, so that her knees were forced widely apart.   Her wrists were next, tied exactly the same way behind her back.  He left off the elbow cinching ... considering the position he had in mind, that would have been too much even for his bondage-crazy love.

Another rope connected her crossed ankles to her crossed wrists, pulled together so tightly that her body was bowed. Her knees were fully separated this way, with her sweet pussy and great ass on total display for his viewing pleasure.

Finally, a last rope about the ankle-wrist meeting place went up to the cable hanging from the hoist and was secured there. Josh started the hoist, lifting Lori until her body was shaped like a quarter-moon, and swinging freely in the air.

Lori grunted at the strain she was under, but knew her lover would never take her beyond her limits, whatever those might be. She knew her pussy and ass-bud were fully on display, and was very much looking forward to Josh's ministrations to them.

Josh halted Lori's slight swinging in the air, then lowered his head and began a slow licking of her dear cunt. Lori closed her eyes in the discomfort/pleasure she was experiencing. Josh spread her labia and attacked her cunt and clitoris with gusto.  The girl couldn't help moaning loudly, her erotic pleasure increasing exponentially as Josh continued to drive her towards a maximum orgasm with his kissing, licking and light biting of her most sensitive areas.

Just before a climax could carry her away, Lori felt Josh stop his lovely attentions. She groaned in frustration, but then felt his tongue begin to explore her butt hole. Josh spread her ass cheeks apart to more readily attend to this new task.

He ran his tongue up and down her ass cheeks, then gave his attention to that inviting hole.  He tongued her there then, pushing his tongue in as far as he could. Lori twitched and moaned some more, frustrated that Josh had abandoned her aching pussy, but still very much enjoying his current target.

After about five minutes of rear end penetrations, Lori was on the very edge. Josh finally obliged her by returning to tongue her deeply in her snatch. Lori cried out as the orgasm overwhelmed her; Josh yanked his mouth away from her just as she exploded in a magenta-laced erotic-to-the-max orgasm.  Even as her arm and leg muscles protested their stringent position, Lori felt ongoing orgasms wash over her, taking her to a very erotic place within herself.

Josh at last lowered the hanging girl back onto the soft leather covering the table, then set about un-bondaging her.  For her part, Lori just luxuriated in her lush post-orgasmic sensations.  ‘Josh is such a terrific lover’, she smiled happily to herself, as the last of the ropes were drawn from her very relaxed body.

A quick shower followed, and then to bed to sleep deeply with intertwined limbs.

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“You can do this,” Lori said, straightening the bow tie of Josh’s tux.  He had been grumbling all afternoon about having to go to a formal event his firm was hosting, but Lori would have none of his griping.

“Darn it,” she said, “it’s only for a couple of hours – surely the up-and-coming architect can put up with some minor discomfort for that long.  Heck,” she added, “look at the discomforts I’ve endured for you.”  Josh had to admit that she had a point and, considering what she had asked for later that night, he really shouldn’t be complaining.

Once Lori was satisfied with Josh’s appearance, she shed her white plush bathrobe to stand nude before her lover.  She was well aware of how much Josh enjoyed watching her get dressed, and was more than happy to oblige.

She began with a silver colored satin garter belt and matching half-bra that just barely covered her nipples.  Lori didn’t normally care to wear brassieres, but since tonight’s event was formal, she didn’t want to be provocative in front of Josh’s bosses and co-workers.  This bra guaranteed that her generous boobs would be pushed up and together, enhancing her décolletage once she was finally dressed.

Next Lori slowly pulled silver colored sheer nylon/lycra stockings up her legs, tantalizing Josh as she did so by caressing her legs as the stockings were inched upwards.  Making sure there were no wrinkles in them, she attached the garter nubs to the tops of the long stockings, reaching as they did to within an inch or so of her sex.

Last of her undergarments, Lori put on a silver colored satin thong, adjusting the back strap just so; she knew how nicely it separated the delicious ass cheeks that Josh loved so much.  And, since tonight was special, she decided to wear silver open-toed sandals with five-inch stiletto heels.

Josh was lost in wonderment, watching as she dressed for him in almost a reverse strip tease.  How lucky he was to have found this delightful, curvaceous and bondage-loving girl – and to have her love him as well!

Before putting on her dress, Lori gave Josh an impromptu bump-and-grind, turning so that he could appreciate her perfect ass cheeks (and he did!), smiling coyly at him beneath lowered eye lids.

He noted the silver dress she unzipped and stepped into, then pulled up around herself.  It was made of satin and was very long, almost brushing the ground.  Lori fit her breasts into the dress cups, then reached around her to zip up the back.  The dress fit very well, seeming to caress her hips and ass while still fitting her small waist closely.  It left her shoulders bare, but he was sure no man would notice that when her full breasts were displayed so nicely, but decorously, above the low-cut bodice.

The dress had a feature that Lori liked, and one that Josh would avail himself of later on.  The dress split in two at her waist with overlapping edges, curving down to become the hem.  Lori teased Josh by pulling up on one of the edges … her sleek stockinged legs came slowly into view.  Then, she dropped the edge back down, and the dress again became the complete covering it was designed for.

A final touch was the white gloves the girl pulled on, reaching almost to her armpits.  Lori carefully smoothed out a few wrinkles in them before declaring herself satisfied.  She added a silver choker and matching earrings, plus wide silver bracelets about each wrist (‘almost like cuffs,’ Josh thought).

Makeup perfectly applied, lightly, and a last brushing of her rich long ebony tresses, and Lori was, at last, ready to go.  Josh was proud to escort this stunning young girl of his to meet his colleagues for the first time.  He was quite aware that she was as intelligent as she was delicious, with a delightfully open smile, and would win everyone over before the night was out.

During the ride over to the party site, Lori raised the left edge of her dress high enough to reveal a long stockinged leg, and encouraged Josh to stroke it while she closed her eyes in the pleasure of his touch.

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Josh was right; his immediate superior cornered him later, while Lori was off being the center of attention to a host of smitten males.

“For someone so young, she is quite lovely, and very self-possessed.  You are a very lucky guy, Josh” his boss told him.  “Don’t I know it,” Josh replied with a smile.  He knew that his superior was too polite to comment on her body, obviously lush beneath the concealing long gown she wore.

They had danced, and drunk fine champagne, until Lori whispered that she was ready to leave.  She anticipated what was going to happen to her once home, and looked forward to it eagerly, although also with some trepidation.  It was going to be a very difficult situation for her but, she was quite sure, it would be alleviated to a greater or lesser extent by the orgasmic pleasure she would also experience.

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Before Double Trouble III

“Are you certain you want to do this, Lori? It's going to be painful as hell" Josh asked his love.  It was after they had returned for a successful formal evening at an event hosted by his architectural firm.  They had shed their formal wear, Josh more than happy to get out of his tux (‘monkey suit’, he thought of it).

"Yes, I'm sure", she replied. "I know how long and hard you have worked on this gadget, at my insistence, and I'm more than ready to try it out.”

She had told him some months before of her desire/fantasy to be whipped on the pussy and inner thighs, while her nipples were being tortured and she was being fucked in the ass by a large dildo.

After a lot of thought, Josh had designed and built a contraption that he thought would do the job nicely. It had a short leather-covered "bench" for her to lie on; it ended at her waist so that her ass would hang free. The other end had a round notch that her neck would rest in. It was supported by two iron pipes firmly attached to heavy metal bases.

There were two 2 x 4s at its base, angled upwards in a Vee from there; they had ankle cuffs built in at just the right height. There were numerous small motors mounted in various places around this affair, most of which had whips attached to flywheels on them.

Now the time had arrived. Josh strapped Lori very tightly into her corset (her waist was now cinching down to just 19").  She could hardly breathe easily from its strict compression of her waist, but that would be the easiest part of the night.

Josh laid her down, her back on the leather bench with one end beneath her waist. Lori's neck rested comfortably in the notch at the other end. Josh laid down next to that bench and, taking Lori's hanging arms, strapped them together tightly at both wrists and elbows (around the pipe supporting that end). He suspended her jammed-together elbows and wrists to a hook mounted on the underside near the ass end of the bench with another strap.

Next were her legs. Josh buckled the ankle cuffs attached to the 2 x 4s to Lori's ankles. Her legs were now spread apart by about three feet at the ankles, forming a V down to her exposed, and already moist, pussy, and canted slightly backwards towards her head.

Her nipples were clamped with clover-leaf clamps. Each had a wire attached that went up to a 1½ inch flywheel positioned vertically on a jutting pipe about three feet above her chest. The flywheel had two connecting hubs on opposite sides, at the very edges of the flywheel; one wire from each nipple clamp was secured to a separate hub. 
Finally, her corseted waist was anchored to the leather support board with a heavy strap, pulled maximally tight.

"One last chance to back out, Lori", Josh said to his pain-slut lover. "It's now or you're stuck for the next fifteen minutes".

"No, honey, I'm determined - let's do it", she responded.

Josh turned on the switch that activated all the parts of her coming torture. He had painstakingly checked them out many times, including the placement and movement of all the punishing attachments. Quite a few glitches had cropped up along the way, but it was now perfectly put together.  As the multiple small motors warmed up, the device began its diabolical punishment of Lori.

First, six strands from a whip slashed downwards onto her exposed pussy. WHAP!  Lori’s body jerked from the strike, inasmuch as it was able.  The whip was on a revolving flywheel, and would repeat that action every 30 seconds.

Second, the strands of two whips mounted on metal rods flush with the ankle-hold 2 x 4s lashed the inside of her tender thighs, just above her pussy. WHACK!  Lori’s legs twitched in response as she uttered a low moan.  These whips also were on rotating flywheels and, again, would repeat every 30 seconds. In addition, another mechanism moved the thigh whip motors and flywheels up one inch, so the next strikes would be just slightly higher.

Third, the flywheel with the nipple clamps attached began to turn. Each nipple in turn would be pulled up over one inch by the painful clamps, then relaxed as the flywheel turned and the other nipple received the same treatment.  OUCH!  Each nipple was tortured in turn every 15 seconds.

Fourth, a whippy rod swung around from the side and smacked Lori hard in the dead-center of her ass. SMACK!  It would retract and repeat this action every 15 seconds.

Fifth, a gigantic, well-lubricated 9 ½ phallus, modeled on Josh's own penis, was thrust forward into Lori's asshole. It plunged in up to its hilt, then retracted. This ass fucking stroke would also be repeated every 15 seconds.  Lori actually liked this part; the dildo filled every cubic millimeter of her rear, and she did so like that feeling.

Finally, from her sides, another whippy rod snapped into the bottom of Lori's left breast; another rod on the other side would whip into her right breast. OOWWW!  Each would then retract, and repeat every 30 seconds.

For the next quarter hour, Lori was assaulted over and over again. Pussy whip (hard!), driving ass dildo, rod-whipped on her ass, inside thighs whipped, with the whips' motors lifting then another inch for the next strikes. When the thigh-whip motors reached her knees, they would begin a descent back down to her pussy, an inch at a time

Nipples painfully pulled upwards, alternating, every 15 seconds. Harsh strokes on the underside of each breast, alternating. She was hurting in so many places, repeatedly struck by the hellish devices every minute or fraction thereof.  Lori was in a haze of pain - and incredible pleasure.

Her ongoing orgasms helped wet her loins for the each successive pussy strike, upping the searing heat and pain she experienced.  Her poor ass was jammed into again and again; the compleat ass fucking.  Nipples yanked repeatedly, her poor breasts beaten black and blue by the rods smacking into them from either side.

And, to top off the whole adventure - her tightly corseted waist compressed to near invisibility, her arms welded tightly together by the straps, her head hung comfortably from the notch at the end of the bench. Josh stood at that spot, his very erect manhood plunging in and out of Lori's mouth.  He came twice during her torture, the second time spurting slightly-less copious cum into her welcoming mouth. Between a brief rest, of course, to let his well-exercised dong become engorged again via viewing the punishment Lori was receiving ... and receiving ... and receiving.

When it finally ended at the fifteen minute mark, Lori had been repeatedly punished via the pussy whipping, 60 hard strokes total. The thigh-whips had sliced into each poor leg 60 times, while her ass had 120 welts from the side-mounted rod.

She had experienced 120 deep thrusts from the ass-aimed dildo, gigantic by anyone's standards. Lori's clamped and tender nipples had been yanked upwards 120 times --- each. Finally, the undersides of her breasts had been beaten so severely ... 60 hard strokes each ... that they would be sore for the next month.

She later admitted to Josh that it had been the most painful session she had ever endured.  And, in some ways, the most unbelievably erotic.  Still, there WAS that large pool of cum underneath her ass that attested to the many heavy and ongoing orgasms she had experienced.  All in all, an experiment that exceeded both her pain and orgasm limitations, and one which she felt no urgency to repeat.

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Lori wouldn't let Josh so much as touch her for a week after her very painful experiment with that damned contraption she had asked him to build. She still loved him, though, and took care to satisfy his needs with her mouth, lips and tongue during that period.

It was just that she was so very, very sore ... her nipples hurt, her breasts hurt, her ass hurt, her inner thighs hurt, and her rear passage had been rendered almost numb.

She never wanted to see that 'thing' she had suffered upon again. Josh had to disassemble it (not too difficult) and stash it in a far corner of their large playroom. He draped a plastic tarp over it so poor Lori would not be constantly reminded of that night.

Eventually, time wounds all heels ... er, heals all wounds. Lori began to enjoy bondage again -- but, hold all pain for the time being. She still enjoyed the discomfort of strict ties, though, so Josh began her journey back to full-fledged bondage slut again about a week later.

He started very easy. A nude Lori was rendered into a tight erect X-shape inside a large bondage "shadow box". Arms and legs were held rigidly in place with suspension cuffs on each wrist and ankle, then stretched taut with ropes to each corner of the "box".

Josh undressed too, mostly so that Lori could see his rapidly engorging cock. He moved close to her, and began to lick her breasts, and nibble on her nipples. She loved his attentions!  When he kissed her deeply, she responded with a powerful hunger for him. After the kiss ended, Josh renewed his oral assault on her luscious body. Breasts, back, ass, stomach, insides of thighs - everywhere but her pussy. Lori was twitching and groaning and moaning, all at the same time.

Josh continued down her legs, even sucking on her toes. Lori was going crazy with frustration ... she asked him, very nicely, to consider working on her love nest.  Josh just smiled at her, and kept right on licking and nibbling and tonguing her - everywhere BUT her pussy.

Finally, with Lori bucking in her bonds as much as she could, Josh began to lick her labia. She made a soft, unintelligible sound as he continued by spreading her pussy lips wide and tonguing her love canal. Deeper and deeper he probed, then relented and took her excited clit between his teeth, biting it ever so gently.  Lori exploded in a very impressive orgasm ... Josh backed away just in time to avoid a face full of her cum. Lori was in a far-away erotic heaven and was, he felt, back to being his bondage toy.

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Later the next day Lori and Josh had been invited to a party, one which his friend had advertised as a "show 'em off" party. Lori said she wanted to go with some toys; after her bath and an enema, Josh broke out the smallest of their dildos.  7 ½ " by 1 ½ " thick at the base; it was an exact replica of his own erect cock.  After lubing it up, he let Lori do her own insertion.

Lori carefully, and slowly, pushed the dildo into her ass until it was well seated.  She closed her eyes at the pleasurable surges she felt from the fake cock; damn, but it felt so good!

She was wearing a corselet that took her waist down to 22" ... not really that restrictive.  A 1" strap hung from its back at her waist; Josh pulled it over the dildo flange, through her groin and pussy lips, then cinched it in the recessed D-ring at the front of her corselet.

Josh had come up with a fiendish new kind of nipple clamps that Lori could wear in public. They were about the size of a nickel, and slightly concave to fit her areoles. They opened on a tiny hinge, and had a small hole in the middle. Josh tweaked her nipples until they were erect, then slipped on the first clamp and shut it. Lori winced, then again as the second clamp was applied.  Their initial sharp bite didn’t take long to change into a very nice pressure on her nips that Lori very much enjoyed.

Her nipples remained at attention, and would for so long as the clamps continued to grip them tightly. His new-found clamps were also painted a flesh color, and so were nearly invisible (unless she was naked, as now).

Josh felt he was a bit of a voyeur, because he loved to watch Lori dress. Tonight she chose a bright red satin, low-rider garter belt, and sheer black nylon/lycra seamed stockings that came up all the way to her pussy. Before attaching the garters to the stocking tops, Lori made sure the seams were straight. Ensuring no wrinkles in them, she added a matching red satin thong over everything.  She loved feeling of her pussy embraced by satin, and Josh loved the way the back neatly separated her magnificent ass cheeks.

Her dress was bright red, a "handkerchief" dress; the left side of the dress went down almost to mid-calf, then rose in front up to her knees, then downwards a bit. The last point then rose quickly to mid-thigh, showing off her shapely legs in their gleaming stockings, before once again dipping low in back.  Because of her corselet and correspondingly smaller waist, she had to gather the dress in the waist area, then add a wide red leather belts with a silver buckle to hold it in place.

The dress was very thin and light, although completely opaque. Her erect nipples were very obvious through the thin material; she had eschewed a bra, and instead had propped up her perfect breasts with the half-moon shaped adhesive supports she preferred.

The dress had a scoop neck, quite low, that showed off her breasts to their best advantage. It also featured a cowl-like back that left her back bare down to the top of her corselet - very sexy, Josh thought. Five inch 'fuck me' stiletto sandals, also bright red, completed her ensemble.

As a reward to himself for a recent promotion at work, Josh had purchased a brand new Audi A5, with all the bells and whistles. It had glove-soft leather, and Lori allowed herself the pleasure of lifting the back of her skirt before sitting down. She rested on the seat with her bare buns, which was a lovely sensation, added to by the dildo in her ass.  Then they were off to the party.

The party was in full swing when they arrived, populated by many handsome men and even handsomer (is there such a word?) women. The women were in slinky dresses, or super-minis, or skin-tight jump suits. A few even wore butt-show-off super short shorts. So that was what their host had meant by a "show 'em off" party!

Well, Josh thought, Lori fit in beautifully with that crowd. She had had her hair done up a French twist, her ebony tresses well treated and shiny. It was old style, but brought certain elegance to her over-all image.

They mixed well with everyone, although Lori was very aware of her nipple clamps and the decent-sized dildo in her rear. Plus the crotch strap was cutting deeply into her pussy; she got some stimulation on her clit from the strap, but not enough to make up for its discomfort. She loved it!

Once or twice, when she went to sit down, the high-cut slit over her right thigh would ride up enough to display the dark tops of her stockings, and sometimes some flesh above that.  A little added stimulation for the men (and some women!) to gild their evening.

They had only a few drinks, and some finger food, before making their excuses and heading back home. There was a football game on that night that Josh didn't want to miss, and he had plans for Lori.

After getting home, Lori went upstairs to get undressed and out of her paraphernalia; the special nipple clamps, the strap through her cunt lips, and finally the dildo. Replacing her dress with a silk chemise and matching thong, she came back to find Josh already engrossed in the football game, and wondered if she was going to be ignored for the next few hours.

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She should have known better. Josh looked up as she came into the room, grinned wickedly, and matter-of-factly pulled her chemise off over her head.  Josh revealed a goodly collection of straps that he used to tie her into a tight ball. Straps around her ankles, upper thighs, and wrists - but not elbows tonight. After he positioned her down to on her knees, legs beneath, Josh used three other straps to bind her into that ball position; he was going to use her as a hassock!

Lori didn't mind at all ... that tie wasn't that uncomfortable, and she enjoyed the tightness of it all. Just one thing, though ... the strap around her wrists had a long tail on it. Before putting her on her knees, Josh had pulled that strap through her ass cheeks and up to her pussy.

The very end of the strap had a clamp on it; pushing her thong to the side, Josh had carefully kissed her clitoris to an erect state, then closed the small clamp onto it.  Damn, that hurt! But, Lori again didn't really mind too much; the erotic feelings were pulsing through her too nicely.  Josh was careful to reseat her thong.

The crotch strap was then tightened at the wrist area after Lori had been balled-up; Josh wanted it tight enough so that she couldn't even twitch without the clamp pulling on her poor clit. And so it was.

Josh sat back down to watch the game, placing his feet on the back of his human bondage-slut hassock. He had earlier poured himself a pilsner beer, and now relaxed with a good appreciation for the beer, the game, and most of all, his bondaged honey as his foot-stool.

Two hours later the game ended.  Josh undid Lori's bondage and they went upstairs to bed.  Lori wanted to be in bondage for the night, so he obliged her with a simple tie; wrists crossed behind her back and tied together with a bathroom belt. Her ankles were also crossed and tied in the same way with another bathrobe belt, which kept her knees spread wide.  It was a comfortable tie, and Lori would have many delicious dreams that night that she would remember for a long time.

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Before Double Trouble IV

In the morning, although still lightly bondaged with robe belts about her crossed ankles and wrists, Lori managed to scoot down the bed and turn face down right by Josh's crotch.  She took his limp penis in her mouth and began a long, slow licking, tonguing, cock-sucking that soon had Josh's weapon at full attention.  They started the new day in magnificent fashion indeed.

Lori and Josh had gone to a clothing-optional beach to spend an entire Sunday in the sun.  Both were already well tanned, and so were not worried about being burned.  They had rented a couple of large beach chaises with thick mats; stripping off their clothes, they placed beach towels atop the mats and reclined.  Lori had only a small patch of cloth covering just her pussy, her beautiful breasts bare, while Josh had a large white handkerchief covering his vitals. They were otherwise quite naked.

It was very warm and relaxing in the sun.  Josh was reading a thick book about WW II, and Lori had some magazines to keep her occupied.  Soon enough she began to feel drowsy, and put the magazines aside.  She closed her eyes, and began to fantasize ... what if she was a spy who had been captured by a group of sadistic men?  No, women!  She drifted off into a reverie that slowly morphed into sleep.

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--- Lori was split wide, arms and legs akimbo, held rigidly in place by rough ropes about her ankles and wrists.  Those ropes ran through pulleys, and had heavy weights at their ends to maintain the stress on her limbs.  She was naked, and was being whipped, over and over, by five or six scantily dressed women.

They struck her with short whips, long whips, belts, rods, paddles, etc.  She was screaming, but her captors weren't interested in her cries of distress; the whipping went on for an hour, and was so thorough that only her face was spared.

She agonizingly felt every strike, particularly those that were concentrated around her pussy, ass, legs, breasts ... everywhere.  The whipping seemed to go on forever, until her body was crisscrossed all over with welts and bleeding cuts.  Lori hung limply from her widely-split stressed arms and legs, unable to comprehend what was happening to her.

Finally the whipping was finished, and her torturers now sprayed icy sea water on her from three different directions.   Her cuts burned anew from the salt, but the 'fun' was just beginning.  Her captors loosed her ankles from the ropes so that Lori hung from her wrists, eyes closed, her chin on her chest.  There were a number of large barrels of sea water about, and from one of these two well-built women pulled out a raw leather corset.

They fastened the corset about her waist (it ran from just below her tits to just above her hips), and began to tighten the wires that served as laces.  The corset squeezed her tighter and tighter as the wires were adjusted and re-adjusted, excess water running down her body.  It was in place at last, and had compressed her already-slim waist down to just under18 inches.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she understood that the leather would shrink as it dried, squeezing her even more relentlessly in the process.  Her body would soon take on a severe hour-glass figure, and a very uncomfortably one at that.  Once the very strict corset was in place, her captors re-attached her ankles to the relentless pull of the ropes, and she was split wide anew.

From a pail filled with hot sauce, two huge cork dildos were extracted, still dripping the sauce.  They had been thrust into the pail dry, and could be expected to expand as their material was soaked with the hot sauce and her own juices.

Each was a good ten inches in length with a three inch girth.  These instruments of punishment had thin flexible steel rods in their core that would keep them erect, yet able to adapt to some extent to her body cavities. Lori could swear that they seemed to expand before her eyes ...

Each of these humungous monsters was inserted into her pussy and ass by two beauties clad only in loin cloths. They were pushed, and pushed deeper still, until their bases were at her entrances.  Lori could feel the hot sauce assaulting her very tender inner canals, burning, BURNING, while the pure size of these invaders stretched her to the max ... and would continue to do so as they grew in length and especially in girth.  God, she had been rammed with what felt like two telephone poles!

The impalers were held in place by a wide strap from the back of her corset, over the dildos (pushing them in even more deeply), through her crotch, and cinched extremely harshly at the front to a recessed D-ring.  The strap had a small grommet hole that was level with her pussy lips. Her clitoris was teased out and pushed through that hole, then tiny ridged wheels on three sides of the grommet were turned, pinching her poor clit into a tight clamp.  In addition, tiny spikes inserted themselves into that most tender part of her anatomy.

Poor Lori was in total agony.  She still felt every whip strike, the huge instruments jammed into her love and ass canals, getting larger all the time, and now her clit was clamped and pierced!  The wide crotch strap had another feature that she didn't appreciate ... along its length were many small 1/16 inch inward-facing needles that pierced her here, there, everywhere.

Meanwhile, another assailant was attaching heavy clamps to Lori's beaten and extremely tender nipples.  They were of the alligator-teeth variety, biting harshly enough to evoke small droplets of blood.  She tossed her head in agony, feeling each and every indignity that had been inflicted on her so far. There was more to come ...

Again her ankles were released from the stretching ropes, to hang freely once more.  More raw leather was pulled from the nearby barrels; many 1" straps of various lengths. 
One of them was cinched about her ankles, tightly; another below her knees, another just above them.  Lori's knees were painfully mashed against each other, and she was somehow aware that these straps would also get tighter as the leather dried.  Her mid-thighs were the next to suffer under the tight leather straps, welded together as strictly as her bondagers could manage.

Lori’s wrists were now released from their bonds, and she was dropped onto her belly, her breast clamps mashing into her painfully.  Her arms were pulled together behind her back and secured with more of the wet leather straps; at wrists and above and below her elbows --- harshly tight already, in a manner that would eventually become truly torturous.

Attention now shifted to her mouth.  A fat 4” long dildo gag, made from dry cork, was jammed inside, filling her mouth completely, then tightly strapped behind her neck.  It had a rubber tube exiting from its base; that tube went up to a one-litre attached reservoir filled with a pureed mixture of shit and vomit.  Soon her tongue and mouth were exposed to the vile mixture, even as the gag began to increase in size from this new wetness.

A heavy punishment helmet, wet raw leather again, was laced tightly about her head.  Her hair had been shaved off, she realized, so the helmet had no impediment to a very close fit indeed. The laces were tightened until her head felt squeezed from every direction, then were tied off.

The helmet covered her face completely, with only small nose holes to breathe.  A thick raw-leather neck corset followed, again laced tightly.  It had a high front that forced her head back into a most stressful position.

She was straightened up by numerous strong arms, and the alligator nipple clamps removed.  Lori tried to scream as the blood rushed painfully back to her abused nipples, but the disgusting gag stifled all sound completely.  Her body began to convulse from the agony she felt, but was unable to move much at all due to the increasingly tightening straps that enwrapped her.

More thick leather straps around her upper arms and above her breasts, then below her cinched elbows and below those lovely tits.  Tight and tighter ...

Lori’s ankles were briefly freed from the wet leather strap about them, and her feet were fitted into slim ballet boots that squashed her toes relentlessly, while arching the feet themselves into an extremely stressful position.  The leather strap was then reapplied about her booted ankles.  Lori's legs were then bent at the knees, and brought upwards until the stiletto heels of the boots touched her ass.

Yet another soaking raw leather strap went from her ankle straps up to a ring on the back of her punishment helmet, and was tightened so strictly that her back was sharply bowed from the strain.

The cruel nipple clamps were again applied, biting down on her poor nips; Lori swore she could feel each hideous pain in every part of her body and worse yet, knew her punishment would not be eased by time.

The was a heavy D-ring on the forehead of her punishment helmet, now pointed straight up due to the severe backwards pull on her head.  It was connected to a hanging chain with an S-hook; the chain pulley was engaged, and she was lifted off the ground.

When her knees cleared the ground by a few inches, Lori's ascent halted.  She could sense what felt like a triangular-shaped metal rod being placed beneath her bare knees; the shape was confirmed when she was lowered again and her knees rested heavily on one of the sharp edges of it, biting most painfully into her flesh.

Again the nipple clams were removed; fiery pain flooded her breasts and nipples.  That pain lasted until her nips were smashed into numerous times by a metal rod, like an old car radio antenna, wielded by (she imagined) a widely-grinning female.  Her poor nipples were harshly struck for about five minutes; when the harsh whipping stopped, the alligator clamps were once again applied.

Clamps on for five minutes, then off for five minutes while someone battered her extremely tender and painful nipples for awhile, the clamps reapplied, etc.  This sequence continued for what seemed indefinitely. Every piece of leather on her kept tightening, especially the corset; every hole-jammed dildo, including the one jammed in her mouth with its foul-tasting semi-liquid mixture disgusting her taste and olfactory senses, kept increasing in size, threatening to burst her poor abused body eventually.

This torture went on, and on, and on ... Lori was silently screaming as she felt every strike, every needle, every excruciating stress to which her tortured body had been subjected.  If this unbelievable agony didn't stop soon ---

Lori snapped awake; she had been dreaming for only a few minutes, but what she had experienced seemed to have lasted for many hours, even days. She was shaking from the realistic dream ... she HAD felt every pain inflicted on her, inside and out. She slowly calmed, then glanced down to see the wholly inadequate cloth covering her pussy was soaking wet, as was the towel beneath her.  Lori hadn't felt any at all, but apparently she had had numerous orgasms. From the 'dream' ... ?

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Before Double Trouble V

Josh appeared before McClintock’s secretary, as requested.

“Hi, Dominique,” he said, “I believe Mr. McClintock is expecting me?”

The lovely secretary, who had done everything within her means, including the display of her abundant physical charms, in hopes of getting Josh into her bed (without success, so far), smiled widely up at him.

“Hello, Mr. Allen.  Please go right in,” she answered, indicating the office door to the senior partner of McClintock Associates, one of the most successful architectural firms in Chicago.  She also bent over her desk in order to point in the direction he was to take; just coincidentally, of course, the tops of her generous boobs were on full display over her low-cut blouse.  Josh smiled to himself, flattered that Dominique wanted to get into his pants and letting him know it in such an obvious way.  However, Lori was more than enough female for any man.

Josh knocked at the open door to his boss’ boss office, then entered the luxurious interior.

“Hello, Josh,” McClintock said, standing and smiling.  They shook hands, and McClintock gestured towards a chair at the front of his desk.  After Josh sat, McClintock got down to business quickly … he was not known for his social pleasantries.

“Josh, I’ve got good news for you.  Of course I am aware of the awesome contributions you have made to the design of the planned Kidori Corporation luxury hotel down in New Orleans, and want to thank you personally for your excellent design work.”

“Thank you, sir,” Josh replied.  “This is a very exciting project we have in front of us, and I’m very happy to be able to contribute.”

“Yes, yes,” McClintock brushed aside Josh’s answer; he tended to be a bit short-sighted socially, despite his architectural brilliance.  “Well Josh,” he continued, “as you know, this is not yet a done deal.  And, it so happens, we have a chance to lock it in.  Mr. Hideki Matsumo, the lead partner as well as the head attorney for Kidori, wishes to meet with you and Brad (Kenton, the other McClintock senior partner) to firm up the deal.  This is your big chance, Josh, to make a real mark for yourself.  We’ve set up a meeting with Matsumo and his aides in New Orleans tomorrow morning at the Hyatt there, at 10:00 AM.”

“Oohhh,” Josh replied.  “That’s great, sir (even though he and Lori had planned on attending a Halloween party bash Saturday night at a good friend’s house).  “Uh, how long a trip should I plan for … and when do I leave?”

“You’d better allow for the whole weekend, Josh – the Japanese are famed as tough negotiators who always think that time is on their side.  We’ve booked you on the 8:30 PM American flight, 1059, so you have at least a few hours to get your gear together, plus all of your plan drawings and whatever other documents you’ll need, of course.”

Josh’s mind was in a whirl.  It was already 3:30 on Thursday afternoon, so he would have to gather the tools of his trade and head home right away in order to have time to pack and get to O’Hare in time for security and flight check-in.

“Right you are, Mr. McClintock”, he responded.  “I’d better get cracking, then.”  He stood up to leave, and McClintock came around his huge desk to offer a parting handshake.

“Good luck, Josh.  I know you won’t disappoint your family here at McClintock Associates,” he said in parting.

                                     

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Needless to say, Lori was not at all happy with Josh not being available to her, both as a lover and as one hell of a cocksman.  Not to mention his real rigging skills.

“Damnit,” she hurled at him.  “I just spent a ton of money on my costume, and now I don’t get to wear it?”

“Honey,” Josh pleaded, “this is something I just have to do for our future.  If we get approval of my ideas, I’ll take you on a two-week trip to Europe.”

Lori, knowing she was defeated but resenting it, gave in, and Josh left on his trip a few hours later.

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Lori was pissed, and feeling sorry for herself.  It was only Thursday evening, and she and Josh had just cuddled last night (Wednesday).  She knew darned well that she would be hot and horny by Sunday (when Joshed promised he would return … “No later, honest, honey.”).  In fact, she was already feeling the familiar erotic urges begin to make themselves felt – and it was only Thursday.

Lori was a very sexed-up woman; if she didn’t get it with great regularity, she could become peevish and selfish.  Luckily, her lover Josh had never yet let her get to that point.  But now Lori faced the prospect of no Josh for at least a few days … and she wasn’t at all happy.

That night, and all day Friday, and all day Saturday (Josh had called to let her know he couldn’t get back to her until Sunday afternoon at the earliest), Lori had stewed as her unfucked level reached historic proportions.

She was sexually alive to the slightest hint; and coming upon a picture of a girl in a bikini, or of a well-built guy doing anything, caused her pussy to heat up.  They had a “Sexy Firemen” calendar that she had bought on a whim, and just the sight of one of those hunks started a leakage of her love juice, and unintentionally increased her frustration at no sex, also no bondage.

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Lori was so heated, and yet so sexually frustrated, that she could hardly handle it.  She and Josh had promised each other not to masturbate when their lover was otherwise unavailable, and she felt bound by that oath.  Still, the mounting heat in her love mound, and the frustration at not being able to alleviate it, drove her to the edge of sexual madness.  Lori was SO frustrated, and she couldn’t, in good conscience, relieve herself.  ARRRGGHHHHHH!

Lori finally decided to heck with it; she would go to the Saturday night Halloween party in her new costume, even without Josh.  Accordingly, she first luxuriated in a bath redolent with scented oils that seemed to caress her skin lasciviously.  After drying off, she erased any stray hair south of her eyebrows using her hand-held mini-laser hair removal gadget, then applied soothing scented oils from head to foot.

She brushed her black hair until it shone, then set about putting it into a long braid, interspersed with black satin ribbons.  When she had at last completed that task, her braid hung down her back almost to her waist.

Her makeup followed; a light foundation with just a touch of powder, eye shadow a bit darker than she usually wore, a hint of rouge to highlight her high cheekbones, eyelash brush to separate and elongate each lash, and lastly a very bright red lipstick, most carefully applied, and followed by lip gloss.

Josh’s bondage/pain slut/lover pulled the new box down from her huge walk-in closet (it took up a full room!) and, peeling aside the protective onion-skin layers, extracted her special costume (that she couldn’t wear with Josh in attendance, Q&!@E#%).

Lori began with the black latex stockings.  By necessity, she turned them inside out and coated each reversed surface with a generous application of talcum powder.  She once more turned them inside out, so that the talc-covered insides could more easily slide up each leg.  Lori drew the stockings slowly up her legs until their tops were tightly settled up near her snatch.  ‘Ahh,’ she thought; ‘they feel so good, so sexy.’  The polish the proprietor had applied ensured their high sheen.

‘Rats’, Lori cursed to herself; she should have put on the latex garter belt first.  Pulling that item out of the box, she wrapped it about her and hooked the fastenings in back.  The hip-hugger garter belt in itself was a tactile turn-on for Lori as she attached the four garters to her shiny latex stockings.  The girl ran her hands up each leg, starting at the ankle, to ensure the snug erotic grip upon her legs.

Lori posed then, standing in front the full-length mirror that covered one entire wall of her ‘closet’.  The ‘closet’ had once been Josh’s fourth bedroom, and the smallest.  At her request, he had had it redone so that it became the collection point for her seemingly endless collections of dresses, skirts, blouses, and shoes (lots of shoes!).  Plus, of course, the very large armoire that housed her lingerie and stockings.

Oops.  Lori’s pussy had begun to leak her love juice.  Jesus, she was so turned on that she couldn’t help getting excited just by putting on her stuff!  She dabbed at her snatch with a hand towel, resisting the strong urge to stroke her cunt lips with her fingers.

The girl now picked up the minimal thong panty, and slid it slowly up her legs.  Also of latex, but bright pink (she liked the vivid contrast with the otherwise all-black outfit), it hugged her begging snatch closely, and separated her perfecto ass cheeks just right.  Lori sensed her rising erotic heat, and fought to keep herself under control.

Her latex ‘skirt’ followed, and wow, she thought, was it ever tight.  Its top rode low on her hips, just below her slightly-rounded abdomen, and barely covered her garter belt; its hem ended just an inch below her thonged pussy.  The rear of the skirt barely hid the crease between her thighs and luscious ass cheeks.  As long as she was standing, and unmoving, the day-glo pink of her thong wasn’t evident.  When she moved even a little, though, things would get very interesting indeed

Black seven-inch stiletto heeled shoes, with two-inch platform soles, were next.  They had wide, but thin, leather ankle straps that had small chromed C-rings attached in back.  Lori looked up at the ceiling in contemplation and, after giving a ‘what the heck’ shrug of her shoulders, attached the tiny locks through the C-rings and clicked each one closed.  The key she tossed onto her makeup table.  The shoes completed her below-waist look … and a lust-inducing spectacle it indeed was.  ‘Oh god,’ she thought, examining herself in the mirror.  ‘If only Josh could be here now.’

Lori proceeded to put on her black latex bra.  It had less than half-cups, but supported her round tits nicely.  The minimal cups forced her breasts upwards and together while leaving her nipples free, along with a healthy majority of those nice boobs themselves.  She had a cape-like top that would cover her impressive breasts until … whatever … but she chose to leave it off until she was ready to leave for the party.

Lastly she added a brief black latex collar about her neck, suggesting a slave look, followed by sleek black latex gloves that came up almost to her shoulders.  Lori carefully smoothed out all of her latex costume until it felt like a second skin, gleaming softly in the ambient light from their bedroom.

She examined herself critically in the mirror – and found a black-latex-clad goddess peering back at her.  Her gloved fingers lightly stroked her out-thrust breasts, then moved to lightly pinch her nipples.

‘What am I doing,’ she screamed at herself.  Her body was definitely starting to react to her image in the mirror, and the feeling of the latex tight around her, and, of course, to her playing with herself.  She knew her pussy was wet, but was reluctant to touch herself there, in order to check, lest she lose control of herself.

“I can’t, I just can’t,” she cried aloud.  Lori was defeated, and knew it.  She would never break her vow to Josh by masturbating in order to relief the sexual pressure she felt in every part of her body.  It just wouldn’t be honorable.

Furthermore, she knew that she would never leave the house looking as lush as she did unless Josh was with her.  She probably wouldn’t last more than five minutes outside the house, or even at the party, before some guy (or girl!) went after her with a vengeance.

Then an idea struck her.  While she wouldn’t go out alone in this lust-inducing outfit, at least she could pose for some pictures that Josh would appreciate.  Accordingly, Lori fetched two video cameras and their tripods, and set them up in the bedroom.  She turned on all of the lights in the room to ensure visibility, and then turned on the cameras.

She posed (for Josh), turning this way and that so Josh would be able to appreciate her from all angles.  She cupped her breasts, pointing them at one of the cameras, and put on a pouting look (‘I want you, babe’).  Lori bent down and began caressing her legs through the latex stockings.  Higher and higher her hands roamed as she slowly straightened, ending up by peeling up the hem at the front of her skirt so that Josh couldn’t miss her bright pink thong (slightly damp) and the way it camel-toed her pussy.

Lori then turned around and, slowly, began undoing the hooks on her skirt.  When they were loose, she peeled it from herself in slow motion until her great butt cheeks were fully in view.  She smiled coyly over her shoulder at the cameras, turned, and undid the back hooks of her bra.  This too was slowly removed, her breasts proudly bared for the cameras (Josh!), her excited nipples obviously hard and erect.

Eventually, though, she stopped and turned off the cameras and the excess lights in the room.  Her shoulders drooped as the fun of posing left her.  Lori sat down on the bed and began removing the rest of her costume (she of course had to unlock the tiny locks on her sky-high shoes); the stockings, gloves, latex collar and garter belt, and, lastly, her very damp thong.  She hung it up in the bathroom to wash later, but stowed the rest of the costume back into the box from which it had emerged.

‘Ah, well,’ she thought, ‘there’s always next year.’

Nude now, Lori removed all of her so-carefully-applied makeup before heading to bed.  Lying down, she reached into the drawer of the night stand and removed some leather cuffs stashed there.  Lori encircled her wrists and ankles with the cuffs; locks followed to connect her ankle cuffs, and then her wrist cuffs (in back, of course, so that she wouldn’t have easy access to her so-in-need pussy).

She flung the keys to the locks across the room as best as she was able; it would serve her right to have to hunt around in the morning in order to free herself.

Frustrated to the max, but proud of her self-denial, Lori turned out the light on the nightstand (she had to sit so that her cuffed hands could reach the switch), then lay down for a restful sleep.  Josh would be home tomorrow!!

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Before Double Trouble VI

Lori was startled awake by the sheet being pulled from her body.  She started to scream, but a hand clamped over her mouth.  Then, “Sssh,” came Josh’s voice.

Josh was home!  Lori could hardly believe it; it was still dark outside, and the alarm clock read just 3:35 AM.  She twisted around to wrap her arms around her lover, but was brought up short by her ankle cuffs, locked together, and her wrist cuffs, also locked together behind her back.  That’s when she remembered self-bondaging herself before falling asleep.

“Hi babe,” Josh said as he stroked one of her full breasts.  “Miss me?”

“Oh, Josh, you’ll never know how much!” she responded eagerly.  “What are you doing home so soon?”

“Business later, Lori.  Right now I have to show you just how much I missed you.  Where the heck are the keys to these locks on your cuffs?”

“Aargh, I forgot.  I threw them away somewhere in the room.”  After a few minutes, Josh was able to find the keys and returned to unlock his girl’s ankle and wrist cuffs.  Switching her wrists to her front, he reapplied that lock.  Lori sighed happily and closed her eyes … damn, her cunt was already starting to leak some love juice as she looked forward to what was to come.

Josh stretched her cuffed wrists upwards towards the head of their bed, hooking them to a handy hasp installed for just such a purpose.  While Lori licked her lips and made happy noises, Josh stretched her legs down towards the foot of the bed.  He spread her legs widely and connected some straps already attached to the bed’s end to her ankle cuffs.  Josh tightened the straps until Lori was stretched to the max, then tied them off.  He now took the two pillows and, lifting her taut body with some effort, slipped the pillows under her ass.

Lori’s body was as close to perfection as he had yet seen; her breasts still jutted out despite the upward pull on her arms, and her flat belly, small waist and glistening pussy pulled at him like a magnet.  Josh very quickly became naked, tossing his clothes willy-nilly about the bedroom.

Josh kneeled between Lori’s outstretched legs and, to the accompaniment of loud moans of pleasure from his sex/bondage/pain slut girl, bent to his girl’s glistening cunt.  With his thumbs, he spread her labia to reveal the pink inner core of her pussy, then lowered his head to give his lady a thorough cunt licking.

Lori, her body twitching as much as it was able in reaction to his excellent pussy-eating attack, quickly reached sensory overload.  With a soft scream of pleasure, his girl reached the first of what would be multiple orgasms.  How could she help it?  Lori had been so sexually frustrated, for so long, that her overdue climaxes began to take over her body, as though she had no control.

After her second or third orgasm, Josh had to wipe her pussy juice off his face with a towel before switching his attentions to her breasts and now very erect nipples.  He tongued all around her magnificent boobs, ending by gently biting her ‘kiss me please’ nipples, now at very strict attention.

Although her tight-spread bondage limited Lori’s responses, her long-denied sexual urges took over.  She moaned in pleasure constantly, and ongoing orgasms threatened to denude the girl of all rational thought.  Josh’s tongue kept up its assault on her boobs and nipples, and her climaxes just kept coming.

Finally, his cock as rigid as a flagpole, Josh eased it into Lori’s sweet pussy, and the girl uttered a long “aaaahh” of satisfaction.  At last!  He plunged his dick as deeply into her inner sexual core as he could; still biting her dear nipples, Josh withdrew only to impale Lori again.  And again, on and on; she kept moaning throughout her intense pleasure, then loudly enough to wake the neighbors, almost.

She felt his muscles tense, and knew that Josh was close to climaxing.  Her vaginal muscles continued to milk his cock, but now with new urgency.  Crying out, Josh came with an orgasmic explosion as his cum fire hosed into her receptive pussy.  Lori thought she had gone to heaven, without the unpleasant necessity of dying first.

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Lori came awake slowly; after their frantic love making, she had dropped back off to sleep, although still bondaged in a very strict Y-tie.  Turning her head, she saw that Josh was still dead to the world.

“Josh,” she called softly – no response.  “JOSH!” she almost shouted, and that did the trick.  Her lover stirred, then opened his eyes, still gummy from sleep.

“Hi again, doll.  How are you doing now?” he asked.

“Well, my muscles are a bit sore from being stretched so long, but sexually?  I’ve never been better, my dear lover,” she smiled at him.  Josh sat up then, and realized that Lori was still in her tie.

“Let me get you out of that, babe,” he said, and followed up by loosing the straps holding her cuffed ankles and legs so stringently split wide.  Lori stretched her legs luxuriously as Josh continued by unhooking her wrist cuffs from the head of the bed.

“You can get the cuffs off yourself,” he told her as he turned to climb off the bed and head for the shower.  She joined him a few minutes later, and they had a delightful wet-down together.  Lori surprised him by dropping to her knees as the water cascaded down; taking his soft cock in her mouth, she began tonguing and licking and sucking him until he was once again at rigid attention.

Lori continued her oral ministrations lovingly, now stroking his bulging balls, now digging her nails into his ass as his muscles tensed.  Soon enough he had erupted into her mouth and throat, his pubic hair mashed against her mouth and nose as she deep-throated him magnificently.  She held his slowly softening dick in her mouth, continuing to lave it with her tongue.  Finally she released him, turned off the water, and they both exited the shower to towel each other off.

“Hey, I almost forgot – how did you do down in New Orleans?” she asked.

“We got the deal!” he said triumphantly.  “They really liked my initial designs, and said they would cable my boss and ask that I be made the lead designer for their project.”

“That’s wonderful!” she exclaimed, hugging him closely.  “I want you to take me down to the ‘fun room’ and have some fun with me,” Lori added mischievously.

“Hmm, you have a point, babe,” he grinned at her.  “Clean yourself out well inside, front and back, then report down to me in ten minutes.  I’ll go down and set up.”

“Yes, master, right away master,” she taunted him, but with a smile.

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True to her word, Lori met Josh in their fun room/dungeon, the large 30’ X 30’ room in the basement.  Josh motioned for her to drop her robe as he lowered the ‘hanging bar’ down.  Directing her to stand beneath it, he attached her wrists to the attached suspension cuffs, then powered it up until she was in a comfortable position, her hands and upper arms about two feet apart.

Josh turned around to dig into a gift box sitting on a side counter.  Peeling off the onion wrap within, he withdrew a red satin corset, the most beautiful that Lori had ever seen.

“Oh Josh, it’s absolutely gorgeous,” she gushed.

“Once the deal was locked in, I went shopping to get you something special to wear,” he told her, holding it up so that she could better see the detail.  “You’ll soon find out how special it is,” he continued, walking over to where she stood.

Josh wrapped the below-bust, over-hips corset around her sumptuous body, and began the chore of lacing it up.

“Your waist is what, 25 inches?” he asked as he worked.

“Just under that,” she replied.  “I think about 24 1/2  inches.”

“Well,” Josh replied, “this baby has the capacity for a six inch pull.  Let’s see if we can get you down to less than 19 inches.”

‘Oh my,’ thought Lori happily.  She loved tight corsets, loved the severe constriction it brought, the delicious  feeling of being tightly compressed.  She was also aware of the marvelous way her already lush body looked when confined in that manner.

Josh kept up his lacing efforts, slowly drawing the corset more and more tightly about her.  He stopped a few times to give her a few minutes to get used to the boned corset’s grip, and to adjust her breathing to accommodate it.  Continuing his work, after ten more minutes it was as tightly laced as he could manage, and Lori’s waist had indeed been squeezed down to just under 19 inches (he measured it).  That done, he engaged the power hoist to lift the lacing bar, and her arms, straight up.  He continued until Lori’s toes were just brushing the carpeted floor of the fun room, then stopped.

“Now,” he told the gasping girl as she struggled to breathe within the corset’s very strict embrace, “Let’s see if we can’t get an extra half-inch or so of pull.”  Josh reattacked the lacings and, bit by bit, was able to squeeze Lori’s waist down to just a bit over 18”.  Satisfied, he tied off the laces, inserted the extra lengths through the top lace, and covered the lacings with the attached panel on the corset.

Lori, her arms stretched high over her head, toes barely in contact with the carpeted floor, could hardly breathe.  She saw her mirror image, her boobs a bit flattened from the strain, but still pushed up and out by the corset, proudly pointing straight ahead, and her waist so small that it almost seemed grotesque.  Her hips appeared to bloom beneath the corset like tulips from their stems.  Josh allowed her a few minutes to get her breathing into a more-or-less comfortable rhythm.

He went back to the gift box to return with one more item, a seemingly-huge dildo, and returned to the suspended girl.  The dildo had bumps and veins all over it, to enhance the feeling she would experience once it was buried deep within her.  It also had numerous little plastic spikes that would tease and torture her, and further enhance her discomfort/pleasure.

Josh lubed up the nine-inch monster, then began to insert it slowly into Lori’s already-dripping pussy.  Inch by inch the dildo invaded her, each vein, bump and little plastic spike making themselves felt to her.  Josh stopped the insertion from time to time, to pull the dildo out a few inches and wiggle it around in circles, to Lori’s delight, before resuming its inward passage.  She grunted as the rubber cock slowly slid into her, deeper and deeper, sighing loudly when it was at last fully entrenched within her love canal.

Her corset didn’t have a crotch strap attached, so Josh had to encircle Lori’s miniscule waist with a two-inch wide bondage belt that did have such a strap.  Cinching it closed as tightly as he could manage, Josh took the hanging strap and tugged it down between his girl’s lovely ass cheeks, through her loins, and over the fat end of the dildo.  Taking a heavy strain on the strap, he pulled it through the D-ring at the front of the belt and secured it.

Lori was in bondage heaven/hell.  Her waist had been compressed to near-invisibility, and now her pussy was so full with a huge spiky dildo such that she thought she could feel every single spike teasing/tormenting her inner sexual core.  Being the bondage/pain slut that she was, Lori was not at all surprised to find her sexual hot flashes ramping up rapidly.

Reaching over towards one wall of the fun room, Josh selected a single-tail whip designed to really sting, but not  do any real damage.  Turning back to Lori, he snapped the whip out to strike right across her jutting ass cheeks.  Lori moaned; it hurt, but was a nice hurt.  “One,” he said.

Josh settled into a routine, snapping the whip against her bottom every five seconds or so.  Top of her ass; “Sixteen”.  Middle of her ass; “Twenty-four.”  Underneath her ass cheeks: “Thirty-nine.”  Tops of her thighs; “Fifty-three.”  Back to the middle of her butt; “Eighty-seven.”  Lori was crying softly after ten minutes of his efforts, and her ass was a glowing pinkish red, when Josh at last put down the whip.  He approached Lori’s swaying form to caress her outthrust breasts, and tweak her very erect nipples.  While doing that, he kissed his girl fully on the lips – Lori responded warmly, passionately embracing his tongue with her own, even as her ass gradually changed from burning to a source of sexual charge for the girl.  Her pussy juices, running down the insides of her legs, attested to her erotic state.

“OK,” Josh said after a few minutes, “you’ve hung around long enough.  Time to let you stand for awhile.”

Releasing Lori from the lacing bar and slowly removing the big dildo that had so recently held her cunt captive (‘ooohh,’ she felt when it had finally been extracted, ‘those damned little plastic spikes were real torture … and incredible pleasure,’), he began to gather the various items that would constitute her next tie.  Lori massaged her arms and legs while sitting on a nearby chair with some difficulty – the corset was no less strict than it had been earlier.

Josh approached her now with her ballet boots with the crazy eight inch stiletto heels.  She extended her right leg to fit her toes into the cramped toe portion, her foot forced into a severe arch in the process.  Once her foot was fully ensconced in the bottom portion, Josh began lacing the boot up to her knee, slowly and patiently.  Lori felt the length of the boot tighten more and more as he worked up her leg, until her calf was lovingly squeezed in a leather embrace.  Josh then attended to her left leg in the same manner.

He had Lori walk around a bit until she felt comfortable (except for her toes, which bore all her weight).  She had worn the boots many times before and, while never quite getting used to the strain of her arched feet or the pressure on her toes, was otherwise quite satisfied with their feel.

At Josh’s direction, Lori stood on tip-toe beneath a hoist with a slim chain hanging from it.  Her lover continued with her bondage by lacing a leather helmet tightly around her head.  Her hair, earlier braided by her after Josh had told her to do it following her enemas, went through a hole in the top of the helmet.  Lori’s eyes, nose and mouth went uncovered.

Soon enough her head was tightly enwrapped by the helmet; Josh now added a thick 3” leather collar around her neck, running the three small straps at its back through their corresponding buckles.  The collar had a large O-ring in back, from which a short chain hung.  Josh removed her suspension wrist cuffs but replaced them with regular two inch leather cuffs.  With Lori’s help, he guided her arms upwards behind her back until he was able to connect the end of the chain from her collar to the D-rings in the cuffs.  She ended up with her arms bent double, her wrists secured high up behind her back.

‘Boy,’ she thought, ‘he’s really doing this up right.’

Josh lowered the chain on the hoist enough so that he could tie Lori’s braided hair loosely to the ring at the end of the chain.  Lori moaned when she saw the alligator clamps in his hands … those damned things really hurt, at least initially.  He proceeded to clamp her right nipple first, the tiny teeth of the clamp biting on that sensitive nub (‘OUCH!’), and then did the same to her left nipple (‘OUCH’ again).

Now came the devilish part.  Attaching the chain between the clamps to yet another chain, Josh linked the other end around the ring holding her braid.  He clicked the hoist remote, and the hanging chain began to ascend.  He had to adjust the chain from her nipple clamps a couple of times before it was taut enough for his satisfaction, then stepped back to admire his very bondaged lover.

She was teetering atop her ballet boots, waist very strictly compressed by the corset, her head held rigid by the helmet, neck cuff, and braided hair tie, her hands held high on her back.  She was also having to make tiny adjustments so that the upwards pull from the clamps on her nipples was as less-uncomfortable as possible.  As she became used to her tie, Lori noted that the bite of the alligator clamps had lessened somewhat, to be replaced by the mounting eroticism that she always received when wearing clamps.

Josh wasn’t through, though.  He took the big dildo that had so recently teased/tortured her pussy and, after lubing up her ass rose bud, began to insert it into her anus.  Lori flinched at that, thus inadvertently tugging on her nipples and hair tie.  She could just picture how that monster was going to torment her ass canal, while at the same time looking forward to the fullness it would provide, and the orgasmic pleasure to come from that.

Josh slowly worked the big dildo into her ass, twisting it as he went so the veins, bumps and little plastic spikes could each brush against her sphincter in turn.  Lori moaned and grunted as her ass was stretched by the dildo’s girth, and then stretched even more.  At last she was completely impaled, and Josh could lock it in place by the strap hanging from her bondage belt.  Pulling on it tightly, he passed the strap over her ass invader (‘oog’ Lori murmured as the last half-inch of it slid in).  Josh pulled the strap through her loins and, making sure it was perfectly centered between her spread pussy lips, secured it tightly to the D-ring on the front of her corset.

“Well, that ought to hold you, Lori.  I’m going upstairs to check on my e-mail, but I’ll be back before too long,” he told his strictly bondaged girl.  With that, he turned and went upstairs.

Lori could feel her pussy coming erotically alive beneath the strap that split her labia, as the first bit of cunt juice trickled out and down her legs.  Her already small waist had been compressed to an even 18”, her arms already starting to ache in their high-on-the-back position, her neck was rigidly held in position by the hood and neck cuffs; she was being assaulted by the large invader up her ass, and her nipples and hair braid were constantly being tugged on as she fought to maintain her balance in the stiletto-heeled ballet boots.  She loved it!!  Sexual pleasure fought with her discomfort … and won by a landslide.

Josh returned an hour later.  Lori was unsurprisingly still in the same position, but now evidence of multiple climaxes was evident in the glistening pool of cum between her booted feet, and all up and down her legs.  Josh carefully released his bondage slut from her tie, nipple clamps first.  (‘OOWWW!’ as the blood rushed back into her previously squashed nipples).

At last Lori was free of all restraints, including her beautiful new corset; she lay unmoving on the mat for a few minutes, then began to tentatively exercise her tensed muscles.  When she was more-or-less back to being the lush Lori again, Josh helped her up the stairs to their shower for clean up.  When she emerged from the shower and dried off, Josh called to her from the bedroom.

“I almost forgot,” he began, “but I’ve set up a lunch date with an old friend and his girl for next Saturday.”

“OK hon,” she answered while toweling her hair.  “Just let me know when I have to start getting ready.”

“Will do,” he replied.

(This is the end of the Before Double Trouble section)