Breaking My Record

By: Breanne and Michael Alexander

I guess I should probably introduce myself.  Some of you know me.  Some of you don’t.  If you’ve ever read Michael Alexander’s “Silver Locke”, “Heart of Ice”, or “The Museum of Inquisition”, you’ve probably met the character that’s based on me.  If you’ve ever read Michael’s Blog, (www.michaelalexanderstories.blogspot.com), or his website (www.michaelalexanderstories.com), then you’ve probably read most of my previous daily assignments.  Hope you enjoyed them.

But if you’re new, then give me just a moment to explain.  I’ve been friends with Michael for years.  In January, he asked me to jump back in to things and help him with his website and blog, keeping things spicy while he worked on new stories.  I couldn’t resist.  Okay, to be honest, he was paying me.  But hey, that’s the way the world works, right?  So I started these daily assignments.  Things started off sort of easy and then just spiraled out of control.  Feel free to read all the assignments if you enjoy this one.  There’s tons of them.  I swear!

But let me set the scene.  All of my assignments are sort of sexual in nature.  Okay, not just sort of, but totally.  It doesn’t help that I am a self labeled nympho humiliation pain slut.  What can I say? I’m voracious!  (If you hear that rumble, it’s me growling playfully!)  So after a rather busy May I got the assignment below, and after that, is what happened. 

This Week’s Assignment: (Assigned by Master Stone) You mention that your current record for the most number of orgasms in one day is 18. You will arrange a day to spend with your former Mistress Kari and ask her to force you to break your record. She can use any means she desires to get you to that point.

On Saturday night I spent over an hour primping.  I rubbed in like a gallon of lotion into every pore.  I shaved myself clean and even used a bit of depilatory, just in case.  I washed my hair.  I did everything I could think of to make sure that I was ready for Sunday Morning.

Geeze, you'd think I was getting ready for church.

At about 6:15am I piled into my truck dressed in pretty much my usual.  Flip flops on my feet, a pair of blue jean shorts, with a rather conservative pair of slightly pink bikini style panties, followed by an Abercrombie & Fitch tee shirt.  I wasn't wearing a bra though.  When you know you're going to spend the day naked, why go to the trouble, right?  Besides, I knew how things worked with Kari.

Kari and I go way back, all the way to middle school actually.  We were fifteen when our friendship turned sexual, and that happened because Kari found her Dad's VHS porn collection, all of which catered too a slightly darker perversion than your standard Playboy Channel programming.  I remember spending the night over at Kari's house, her separated parents leaving us alone as her Mom went line dancing and her Dad was off entertaining his secretary.  Kari had whispered conspiratorially that she had to show me something.

We spent an hour watching this pretty young blonde girl get tied to a table, whipped, covered in hot wax, and then rather brutally fucked with a number of vegetables.  I spent the entire time riveted, shocked, appalled, all the while trying to deal with the surging of my own pussy, the wet moisture coating my thighs, trying not to reach down between my legs.  By the time the video was done I had my hand under the blanket across my lap and I was pressing rather hard on my clit.  It became clear, just from our conversation and making fun of each of the tapes that Kari identified with the dominatrixes, while I envisioned myself as the victims.

For maybe three months afterward we watched every tape in Kari's possession.  Even after her parent's divorce finalized, Kari liberated the tapes. I guess her dad figured her mom threw them out.  Finally, after watching several of them multiple times, both of us trying hard to hide our masturbatory yearning from each other, Kari invited me over while her mom was out trying to catch a new man.  She brought three of our favorite tapes to the room, laid them out, and told me to pick one.  Not to watch, but to act out.  I picked the tape we watched that very first night and I ended up tied naked to the coffee table while Kari did every single thing on the tape to me.  That was the beginning of my sexual slavery to her.

Our D/s relationship lasted four and a half years.  Four and a half years of wild sex, insane requirements, and more orgasms than I ever thought possible.  Kari kept me in a sexually aroused state for almost the entire time, taking me to parties, giving me to various boyfriends, or even just acquaintances, and generally running every little detail.  It was even more intense once we shared an apartment together in college, and if you've ever read Michael's "Angie" stories, just know that he based those on Kari's and my relationship.

Kari and I decided to part ways in the middle of our sophomore year in college.  I moved out, and though we maintained our friendship, including the occasional sexual romp, I needed space and Kari decided she preferred domming guys.  Weird, huh?  Together we did a few, mostly milkings and stuff, and it was fun, but I'm a bottom.  I need to be the one getting tortured and sexually abused, not the other way around.  Kari is intense.  I'm more laid back.  Kari is a neat freak. I'm a bit of a slob until I can't stand the chaos any more.  In some ways we were like oil and water.  In others...well...we were like a really awesome sex tape!

We are still friends, even after graduating from college.  I'm a farm girl, despite my degree.  Kari is a successful interior designer in Houston, has her own office, and has her very own sex slave named Robert.  Of course Robert is actually number six over the last four or five years.  She is pretty hard on her boy toys.  Some only last six months.  The longest lasted just over a year.  Robert is actually doing pretty good at eight months or so and he might even win the record.  We'll see.  Kari can be...difficult to deal with sometimes.  Gosh.  I'm glad I said that AFTER what she did to me yesterday.  If she had read that before hand....

Just a tad bit before seven a.m. I pulled up into the posh and up-scale luxury apartment complex Kari lived in.  Her Dad had fronted the start-up cash for Kari's business, but that doesn't mean Kari isn't really good at what she does.  She earns her money and it shows in her taste of clothing, decorations, furniture, her Jaguar, practically in everything.  It also doesn't help that she is blond, beautiful, thin in a willowy way, and makes me look particularly plain and unattractive.  I've got brown hair cut short, freckles, blue eyes, and white pasty skin except where I have a farmer's tan.  Even when I was in college I wasn't model quality.  I dyed my hair red back then, and wore it long, and granted I had a bit more weight on me then, topping out at 125lbs for my five foot four inch height.  I'm thinner now.  I guess all the farm work I do, but gosh, I'm like a dandelion planted next to a rose.  Everyone says I’m beautiful, but if Kari and I were both at a bar, she would get bought a drink first.  It’s just the way it is.

I grabbed my bag, got out of my car and found myself trembling.  When I called two weeks earlier, explaining the assignment Master Stone had given me, you should have heard the silence.  I could tell Kari was doing some pretty hefty thinking.  She agreed to my request, but had some fairly serious stipulations.  One: that I arrive at seven a.m. naked on her doorstep.  Two:  that I bring all of my toys with me.  Three: that I submit completely, no arguments.  And Four: that there are no safe words for the day's activities.

I had agreed.  What else could I do?  Besides, Kari was well aware of my limits, of how far I would go, and what I liked.  I knew that she wouldn't do anything to permanently hurt me, or disfigure me, or make me do something I didn't want.  Granted, the idea of no safe words concerned me a bit, but that merely meant she would be doing some things to me that I wasn't going to be able to stop.  Not things I wouldn't want done to me.  Does that make sense?

I padded up the stairs to her apartment door, glancing around.  Seven a.m. is late enough in the morning that a little bit of activity wouldn't have surprised me.  But thankfully I saw no one.  I stopped in front of her door, set my bag down and began the process of stripping.  First I unzipped my duffle and then took off my shirt.  The air temperature was perfect and my nipples contracted due to the possible exposure to strangers, not to the gentle warmth of a Texas spring morning.  My thumbs hooked into both my shorts and my panties, pushing them down to my ankles and I stepped out of my flip flops at the same time as I kicked off my clothing.  I stuffed everything in my bag hurriedly, not wanting to spend extra time on the doorstep totally naked, at the mercy of luck.

Totally ready, I knocked on the door.  No one answered.  Glancing around nervously, I knocked again, a bit louder this time.  I kept waiting.  Kari left me on the doorstep for a full four minutes, standing naked, before answering the door.  I knew she was doing it on purpose.  When she finally opened up, I gasped in astonishment at her attire.  Kari had never before dressed like a dominatrix, at least not for me.  She preferred something more comfortable I guess.  But not today.  Today she was dressed in a black latex cat suit that left not a single soft curve undefined.  I couldn't help it.  She looked incredible and my mouth watered almost as much as my pussy.  I wanted to bow down and worship her.  She beckoned me into her abode and I stepped across the threshold with my bag, feeling rather plain and homely.

Kari was holding a crop, which seemed to match her leather outfit and before the door closed she swung it hard at my rear end.  I jumped and let out a little cry as it struck me.  To be honest, it was mostly in surprise, but then the door closed and Kari pushed me forward into the living room. 

One

"Put your bag on the coffee table and get out your cuffs and collar" she ordered.  I didn't dare disobey.  The crop was still swishing in her hand.  I looked around as I got out the bondage gear.  Robert wasn't around, though he could have been in the back bedroom.  In a few seconds I had the both the ankle and wrist cuffs out, quickly followed by the black leather dog collar.  I looked at Kari, expecting another order.  Instead, I received another swat from the crop which landed across my buttocks with a deep sting.  I bit my lip for that one, though I couldn't help tightening my rear end and letting a quick spasm of trembling demonstrate my body's response to the blow.

"Get them on" she said, using the crop to point to my gear.  Both the ankle and wrist cuffs were foam padded velcro closing toys Kari had bought for me years before from Spencer's.  The collar was a more recent acquisition, made at one of our local pet stores in another assignment meant to humiliate me.  I quickly did what I was asked and ended up wearing my bondage gear and nothing else.  I turned and face Kari, ready for her next order. 

Kari grinned at me, her hand waving the crop around slightly.  "Lay down on the coffee table, on your back." 

I nodded and immediately did it, memories of our very first time together coming back to me.  The lacquered wood felt cold on my bottom and back and I raised my hands above my head, spreading my legs to the sides of my makeshift torture table.  It was a large coffee table and probably a bit sturdier than really necessary, but I suspect that I'm not the first nor the last person to be bound upon it.  Kari spent less than a minute securing my wrists and ankles and in short order I was now a table centerpiece, albeit a rather large and totally naked one.  Evidently someone had equipped the table with little clips that made quick work of keeping my hands and feet in the appropriate places.  I felt a little bit of rope being threaded around my knees as well, pulling me tight and making sure that I couldn't close my legs even if I wanted.  I kept seeing Kari's evil little smile.

Kari held up a gag. I hate gags, and this was one of those big red rubber ball gags.  I'm not a fan of gags because they're uncomfortable and I just don't like drooling all over myself.  How the hell is THAT sexy?  In hindsight, I realize that Kari was gagging me because she lives in an apartment complex and having me screaming in either agony or ecstasy wasn't decent etiquette for being a good neighbor.  All this was good because almost immediately after getting me strapped to the table she began hitting me with the crop.  She started on my breasts of course, and not lightly either.  In seconds I was straining against my bonds, muted squeals trying to escape from around the tightly buckled gag.  The leather loop on the end of her crop snapped at my nipples, sending little sparks of pain shooting through my breasts and I couldn't help rolling slightly in order to keep her from hitting the tips of my breasts.  This did very little to mitigate my discomfort, since Kari merely switched to hitting me directly on the clit.  Everytime I moved she seemed to move between my tender spots, striking a breast before hitting my clit.  Back and forth, sometimes repeating strikes several times before I moved again.  In the end I was shuddering and pumping my hips up to meet the crop as Kari brought the little whip down over and over between my legs.  I'm not even sure how or why I came, just that I did, arching my back and moaning in obvious pleasure as my pussy contracted and a let out a tiny squirt of juice.

She stopped, putting the little crop aside and she walked over to the end table and picked up a small notepad.  She made a mark in it and then came back to me.  Next a large glass bottle appeared in her hand, pulled from the bottom shelf of one of the end tables.  I could see the words "Grapeseed oil" on the label as she poured a healthy dose of the clear liquid into her cupped palm and then let it spill over and dribble across my neck, chest, belly, and legs.  I moaned in pleasure, relaxing as Kari massaged me.  And it was no half-ass rub down either.  She did the bottoms of my feet, the insides of my thighs, right up to my forehead and cheeks.  When she seemed to have touched every part of me I felt her hands between my legs, oily fingers sliding through my petals, spreading, fondling, touching, stroking me into finding sexual nirvana for a second time.  I closed my eyes, totally entranced with the sensations her delicate and knowledgeable fingers were causing.

And then she grabbed a new item from the end table; a candle.  A lighter followed suit and she lit the red beeswax candle and set it down upon the table.  The lighter disappeared and I knew what was coming.  How could I not?  I seriously doubted Kari had brought out that candle for atmosphere, much less the pleasant scent.  Kari continued to caress me for a few minutes, obviously letting the small bright flame melt enough of the paraffin so that there would be sufficient wax to cover the salient parts.  Knowing I was going to be waxed changed a lot.  I was tense, and no longer feeling the same pleasure as I was before.  Then, without even a word of warning, Kari grabbed the candle and upended it over my left breast.  Hot droplets fell, burning me, coating my nipple and basically baking it in a sexual oven made of wax.  I remember thrusting my hips forward as two fingers dipped into my pussy, driving in and pulling upward all at the same time.  I let out a squeal that was immediately stopped by the gag and then jerked in time with both the burning droplets that now fell upon my right breast, as well as Kari’s fingers inside me.

I was close to cumming again, but she didn’t let me.  She timed her movements to just barely keep me at the edge.  In hindsight, I know what she was doing, what she was planning, but at the time all I knew was that my breasts were being baked, heat simmering my nipples while two tantalizing fingers moved within me, bringing me closer to my second orgasm.  I thrust my hips, trying to work myself into a frenzy, but it wasn’t until the candle had melted another full splash that she let me achieve what I was looking for.  A thumb pressed up against my clit, rubbing softly and I tensed as the first tremor rushed through me.   I screamed again, silently, and the thumb moved.  It didn’t matter.  I didn’t need it anymore.   Then she upended the candle, letting out maybe a teaspoon of hot melted wax directly above my clit.

I was already in the throes of orgasm and the rushing pain only intensified the orgasm, my entire body tightening in agony and pleasure as my overloaded nerves tried to handle the chorus of sensations.  I think I actually shook violently, my buttocks bouncing up and down on the coffee table.  I could feel my heels rapping the wooden legs as I pulled against my bonds, eyes wide, pussy quivering.  It continued for almost a full minute before the waves of orgasmic bliss slowly ebbed and I was able to control my body.  Heat still pooled over my breasts and now my pussy, but it was a soft heat, like a warming pad, or a hot wet cloth draped over your body.  When I had finally relaxed, Kari was running her hands across my lips, my cheeks, my forehead, bending over to kiss me, her long blond hair tickling my nose.

Two

I’m not sure how long I lay like that, but when Kari sat back on the sofa I saw Robert standing at the end of the sofa.  Robert is amazing.  He is super buff and I know he likes going to the gym.  He was wearing the most amazing leather harness I have ever seen in my life.  It had like a zillion straps that went around his torso tightly and even cupped his balls.  Smaller straps literally encircled his outstretched and rock hard cock, and seemed to be connected to the larger harness. 

Robert is Kari’s current boy toy.  I’ve had both the pleasure of sucking his cock, and getting fucked silly by him.  Twice actually.  Awhile back I borrowed Kari’s paddle and I had spent half a day helping her milk him, which despite my more submissive nature, was a lot of fun.  Of course, I also got a little abuse myself that day, but it was more for his visual stimulation, than for my pleasure.  But Kari was in charge.  Kari is always in charge.

Robert bent down at my feet and gently began to release my bonds.  He didn’t take the cuffs off, rather he just unclipped them from the various attachments holding me to the coffee table.  While his fingers worked at the knots holding my knees apart Kari leaned over.

“Stay in that position, sweetie” she ordered me.

I knew better than to object and I kept still despite the urge to close my legs and clasp my hands across my chest.  After Robert freed my knees the only thing I did was arch my feet a few times.  In short order he released my hands and then stood directly above me, giving me an incredible view of his trussed up cock and balls.

Kari handed him the crop.

“Whip the wax off her.” 

Oh God.

Robert didn’t hesitate nor did he pull his strokes, which were easily as hard as the ones I had already endured.  He started on my breasts, moving back and forth between the two mounds as the cooled paraffin cracked and broke, revealing my turgid and slightly cooked nipple.  It was everything I could do not to cover up.  Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it any longer he bent over slightly and struck me right between my legs, shattering wax and unsealing my pussy.  His stroke also reignited the agony I had endured from both the earlier whipping and the scalding burn.  I couldn’t help jerking my legs closed but the glare from Kari’s eyes were enough to encourage me to open my legs again, this time spreading them as far as I could, knowing full well that my obedience would result in even a more delicate and sensitive target being presented for the kiss of the crop.

And kiss me it did, right on the clit, eliciting another sharp scream from my distended and ball gagged stuffed mouth.  I closed my eyes, squealing around the rubber ball and shuddered as another stroke landed in the soft heated morass of sensation between my legs.  Robert flicked the whip with expert skill and now, after my entire session, I’ve realized that he actually was using as few strokes as possible to flick large chunks of wax away from me.  I lost count of how many times the crop landed, but eventually it ended and Kari took the crop away from Robert.  I must have missed the whispered commands and I found myself in his arms, lifted like a child as he carried me to their bedroom.

Kari’s bedroom is combination modern elegance meets modern dungeon.  She has a full king sized bed that sits on an all metal frame with tall posts at each corner and a matching intricate metal headboard.  To be honest, the whole thing was designed with the idea of being able to secure multiple persons in multiple locations in multiple positions.  I have no doubt that Robert has spent a number of rather uncomfortable evenings on that bad.  Hey look!  We have something ELSE in common!

Robert laid me in the center of the bed on my back.  I admit that it felt much better than the coffee table, and I wondered what was coming next.  Kari had followed us into the bedroom and they began pulling out a whole series of long straps.  In a few moments my legs had been drawn up into the air, lifting my ass off the mattress and spreading my thighs as my feet were secured to the tops of the footboard posts.  Kari left the room as Robert then secured my wrists, pulling my arms above my head, but leaving me enough slack that I could scratch my nose and even free myself if I really needed too.

Then he joined me on the bed, moving down between my legs.  I think I mentioned I’ve had sex with Robert and even given him a rather impressive blow job.  What I’ve never done with Robert, is let him give ME oral sex. 

I’m not opposed to oral sex.  In fact, I love giving it.  Receiving it isn’t unpleasant either, but it’s not really something that drives me.  I mean sure, it gets me wet and the engine revving, but it will NEVER get me over the edge.  Well, at least not usually.  I guess I shouldn’t say never, should I?

Robert was an expert at eating pussy, which is no surprise.  I suspect he does it every day, probably several times.  I know I ate a lot of pussy too when I was Kari’s slave. She may prefer cock, but she likes a lot of tongue too.  Robert, as I said, is an expert, and his mouth began to work its magic on my tender slit even as his fingers pulled a last few slivers of wax from my skin.  I can’t even begin to describe the sensation, especially after being whipped and waxed.  It was like ambrosia, soft, sweet, delicate, and totally comfortable.

I’ve been eaten out before.  It’s normally a relatively quick experience.  Especially if you are like me and want to get into something more intense.  But if you’ve ALREADY cum and are now on the rebound, it feels great.  But Robert didn’t just use his tongue on me.  He spent like THIRTY MINUTES using his tongue on me.  Do you have any idea what that’s like?  He worked every facet of my sex; the folds, the valley, my clit, the hood, even driving his tongue into my well.  I can’t even begin to say this enough.  Wow.

And then he mounted me.  He was kneeling and he just took his face away from between my legs and then pushed his cock into me.  He didn’t even take off the harness or straps and it was the strangest feeling.  I groaned through the gag, eyes rolling into the back of my head as my pussy contracted around him.  He moved in and out, the edges of the straps around his cock pulling at my well.  It was too much…again.  I shivered, my body trembling and then I came for the second time.

Three

I was barely cognizant of Robert’s withdrawal and I guess that Kari had ordered him to stop screwing me the moment I came. I feel kind of bad too, because as far as I know, Robert didn’t come at all during the day.  I let out another groan as Robert pulled out, leaving me empty and then Kari was once more at the edge of the bed, holding one of the sex toys from my toybox.

If you’ve read any of my blog postings, you are probably aware of some of the more esoteric little toys in my box.  One of them was a present from Kari, made for me when I was a freshman in college by an enterprising boyfriend Kari was dating.  It was a solid steel dildo, perfectly shaped to a tapered blunt tip, polished to perfection, and shiny enough that you can see your reflection in it.  When it was given to me it came in a small velvet lined box with care instructions and a bottle of oil.  I’m not mechanically minded so they had to explain the oil wasn’t for lubrication, but for protection and it wasn’t intended for internal use.  Sigh…so complicated.  But I had kept it.  It’s not every girl who is given a hand made dildo, right?

Kari had developed a very special method of using the metal dildo.  First you preheat the oven to 125 degrees.  Bake the dildo on an ungreased cookie sheet for twenty minutes.  Remove from oven, cool for about five minutes or until just cooled enough to handle.  Take the dildo to a waiting female sex slave and insert the still hot dildo into her pussy.

But wait.  That’s not all.  The recipe also calls for a frozen dildo made of ice.  Yep.  You take either a couple of condoms, layer them, and then fill them with water and freeze it.  Or you can use bottle ice.  Or you can grab a balloon, one of those long thin ones that balloon artists use to make little animals.  Fill it up with water, freeze, lubricate and stuff.

Used together, they practically border on real torture, and I quivered as Kari brought the ice dildo down to my sopping sex.  It went in as if I were made for it and the ice burned me just as much as the hot wax had earlier.  I screamed again, thrashing, pumping my hips in desperation, which actually caused me to literally fucked the ice dildo even more rapidly than Kari’s slow wrist action had started.  Just as I started to go numb she pulled out the ice, only barely melted from it’s thirty second dip inside me, and swapped it for the metal dildo.

Robert was acting the nurse, slapping the metal rod into Kari’s hand.  My pussy was cold, slightly numb, and certainly not prepared for something that was best held with oven mitts.  Granted, Kari was holding it barehanded, but I think everyone would agree with me that a woman’s vagina is a bit more sensitive than a hand.  I stiffened when she pressed it up against my folds, slipping the tip though the wet slippery cold.  Ever hear about those guys at the south pole who bake themselves in a sauna and then run out into the below freezing temperatures, then run back inside?  The heat protects them?  Well that doesn’t happen when you’ve been fucked with an ice dildo and then someone rams a hot metal rod right back in.  The cold makes it feel hotter, nor does the heat protect you when your tormentor pulls it out and then pushes the ice back in.

My mind seemed to shut down as Kari went back and forth between hot and cold, metal and ice, constantly pumping.  Water sloshed inside me, mixing with my juices, spilling down my thighs and trickling through my butt crack and down my back.  My toes curled each time Kari pulled one out, replacing it with the other.  To be honest, the metal dildo lost its heat quickly.  I guess what she really needs is a dildo that has a heating element inside it.  Oh shit…forget I said that Kari!

I didn’t cum believe it or not.  Oh sure, it was intense.  It was a bit painful.  It got me right to the edge.  But I didn’t explode.  Nope.  That happened when Kari pushed the last of the ice into me, leaving it in there to melt, grabbed a vibrator, twisted it to maximum, and pressed it against my clit.  Then I came.  My third.  And I had only been there a little over an hour.

Four

A few weeks ago, when Kari ordered me to help her milk Robert, I readily agreed because he’s in super fit shape, and frankly, I’d do anything Kari ordered me to do.  If Kari and I were in the middle of a busy supermarket and she told me to strip and fuck a cucumber, I’d be naked on the floor in about twenty seconds.  It’s a compulsion.  To be honest, I have it with just about everyone.  For some reason, I have trouble ignoring direct orders.  If it’s spoken with command and I see that “look” in someone’s eye, I just have trouble not obeying it.  But I’m rambling, sorry. 

Milking Robert was an eleven hour process that mostly involved us switching off.  Kari used some pretty harsh methods of stimulation: vacuum tube, binding, slapping, rapid rubbing and others I wasn’t privy too.  I used the more natural means: my mouth, oil, my hands, my breasts, even my pussy.  Alternating gave us each a chance to relax, rest, and think of our next method while the other was still tormenting Robert.  When you’re milking a guy, the first four orgasms aren’t really that hard, though it does take a while, usually about two hours.  Evidently being multi-orgasmic has its benefits.

Kari left me in Robert’s hands again and he gently patted me dry.  While I shuddered and pulled on my bonds, he began stroking me, avoiding my sex, and instead smoothing down the trembling muscles of my legs, my arms, and my stomach.  When he got to the soles of my feet I had relaxed enough to no longer quiver and his touch was so light that it didn’t tickle.  Then he took off my ankle cuff. 

That surprised me.  Usually Kari leaves cuffs on during a session, especially like mine.  Robert did the same to the other leg, gently lowering my rear end back down to the mattress.  I could feel a damp spot underneath me, but it wasn’t serious so I ignored it.  Robert was no longer wearing his cock sheath, though he was still incased in that amazing leather harness and I could see one strap of leather around his balls.  Then to my utter relief, he unbuckled the hated gag and tossed it aside.  My jaw ached and I tried to thank him, but found I couldn’t really speak.  He freed my hands and I was totally naked, with only my collar still locked around my throat.

For a moment, I thought he was going to remove the collar too, but instead he pushed at me and whispered for me to roll over.  It was tough to do, but I managed, mostly with his help and brute strength.  Hey, four orgasms in an hour is a lot!  I needed rest!  Bite me!

Once I was on my stomach he did it again, fingers stroking everywhere.  Would you believe I almost fell asleep?  I was really close.  I heard a little snap of a bottle and then felt warm oil being poured right at the top of my butt crack.  It seeped downward, coating everything and then Robert’s fingers were prying me apart, stroking and pushing.  I groaned as one finger pushed into my rear end, only an inch.  But he moved it in and out gently and I couldn’t help arching my back slightly and pushing up my butt.  Then his finger moved lower and I felt him do the same thing to my pussy. 

I have no idea if I was wet.  It wasn’t needed.  There was more than enough oil to do the job.  I felt Robert’s pressure on the bed change and then suddenly he was on top of me, his cock probing between my outstretched legs.  The tip of his cock bumped into my anus, but then it went lower and found my sex.  The oil that he had spread around inside me with his fingers helped him slip in with ease and I let out a soft gasp as his cock penetrated quickly and deeply.  He began pumping, slow gentle rhythms that almost seemed part of the massage.  It was incredible.

There are two types of orgasms.  Clitoral and vaginal.  Basically it’s all about stimulation.  Most girls can experience an orgasm with direct clitoral stimulation.  Usually these explosions are rapid, very intense, and leaves us feeling good, but a little unfulfilled (pun intended!)  Clitoral O’s are like licking the frosting off the mixer blades, rather than eating the cake.  Oh sure, you get that wonderful sugary deliciousness, but something is just missing.

Vaginal Orgasms are a little more difficult to achieve.  In fact, there are some girls who NEVER achieve them.  This is simply having an orgasm only through penetration and experiencing friction inside.  I am one of the fortunate ones who can have both vaginal and clitoral orgasms.  In fact, clitoral stimulation can actually achieve vagingal O’s if I’m being penetrated.

Unfortunately for me, I was on my stomach.  Granted, plain vanilla sex has less of a chance of getting me going, but had I been on my back in the standard missionary position, the friction of Roberts groin sliding across my clit as he pumped would have still been enough for me to achieve orgasm.  Worse, the angle Robert was at practically guaranteed that I would NEVER achieve a vaginal orgasm either.  Instead I got to experience a slow build up of sexual need as he kept slowly thrusting.  After about five minutes I was grinding my hips, contemplating reaching down and pushing a hand under my hips.  It was torment.  And he never changed his pace either!  It was like a freaking metronome was clicking in his head, or my pussy!  I could have set a clock by his pace!  At the ten minute mark I was getting desperate, and a little amazed.  How the hell was Robert keeping the same pace, and not cumming himself?  I certainly wouldn’t have objected to his unloading into me.

When my fingers tightened into fists and I began bucking back into him was when I first noticed that Kari was back in the room.  I felt the pressure on the bed change again, and then there was the hum of the vibrator.  Suddenly Robert pulled out and the vibrator went in and I groaned in disappointment.  Sure, the vibe felt good, but I wanted Robert!

Robert stayed on top of me and then I stiffened.  The tip of his cunt soaked cock was at my rear end and he began pushing.  I couldn’t help tightening but then he forced the tip of his cock into my rear.  There was too much oil, both inside and out of my hole to prevent it. I tried to loosen up as he slid deeper and then gasped when he managed to get almost his entire shaft up my butt.

I’m not a fan of anal sex.  Oh sure, I’ll do it.  I don’t really MIND it.  But put it on a list with being gangbanged on a pool table by five guys I don’t know, or being publically pussy whipped while offering free blowjobs, and it would be at the bottom.  Kari knows this, as do most of the doms and dommes I do assignments for.  Master Stone particularly likes forcing butt plugs up into me on occasion.

Robert’s cock was different somehow.  I felt it inside me, along with the vibrator and the whole sensation of being double fucked was amazing.  I shook. I quivered.  And when Kari’s hand moved between my legs, underneath her two sex slaves grinding away, and found my clit, I couldn’t help screaming, my toes curling as that last little touch, not even a harsh one, forced my fourth orgasm to come spurting out of me.

Five

They let me rest, which was probably a good thing at that point.  I was pretty tired.  I managed to check the time and it was only a little after eight thirty.  I ached a bit too, which wasn’t surprising considering I had been whipped, waxed, butt fucked, and ravished.  But I also felt wonderful.  Lots of endorphins must have been flooding my brain.

Kari had removed the vibrator, leaving me empty, and a bit surprised.  I seem to remember her never giving me a chance to cool down when we lived together. Back then it was constant torment.  Right after I came she would merely change the kind of torment.  If I had cum because she was fucking me with a beer bottle, then she would put clamps on my breasts and clit and push a pair of vibroballs into me.  It usually had me screaming.

This time though she let me recover without any additional stimulation, and frankly I had mixed feelings about it.  Part of me was grateful.  I needed the time.  But another part of me was disappointed.  I enjoyed the cruelty of constant stimulation, of not giving me even a moment to deal with what I was experiencing.  I felt slightly cheated.

Robert had left the room after extracting his cock from my rear and I actually groaned in disappointment when THAT happened.  Not him leaving the room.  I groaned when he pulled his cock from my butt.  It’s tough to explain why, since I’m not big on long hard things up my rear.  I guess I was conditioned to it though.

Kari spent a minute or too lying next to me, her soft hands and hard nails alternating feather touches and light scratches.  I just moaned under her tender ministrations until finally she ordered me to roll over.  I did, looking up at my blond tormentor, only to discover that the black latex outfit she wore must have been removable in pieces, because both her breasts and her shaved pussy were totally exposed.  Shiny black rubber still covered her shoulders, arms, stomach, and legs, not to mention she was still wearing the black leather boots.  I didn’t even have a moment to whisper my surprise before she was moving on top of me, sliding against me. 

The remnants of the earlier oil still clung to my skin despite the vigorous friction I had endured sandwiched between their bed sheets and Robert.  Kari glided across me, bending to give me a passionate kiss, our breasts pressing together.  Then she moved down, her hungry mouth sucking at me, tasting me, tonguing me and I felt a little thrill explode in my nipples and slither down to my pussy.

Oh wait.  That slither wasn’t just internal.  Kari did the same thing with her body, swirling around until she was able to swing her legs over my head.  In seconds all I could see was the soft wet slits of my mistress, lowering down to my mouth.  I felt her tongue a second later as it gently probed at my clit and I reached up and grabbed hold of her flank and pulled it down to me as I lifted my head.

Girls do sixty nine very differently than a man and a woman do.  In fact, girl on girl oral is very different than guy on girl oral for the simple fact that men do not really understand how girls work.  Invariably they like long licks that go from top to bottom and then drive their tongue into your hole.  The truth is that those long licks are not as important as working the girl’s clit.  And it’s the TIMING that is important.  You have to be tuned to what she is feeling, how she’s reacting.  You keep it slow and steady at the beginning and when she starts to buck, or twitch, or swell, you go faster, BUT STAY ON THE CLIT!  You can suck it, lick it, tongue it, probe it, but you must stay on the clit.  Have I said it enough?

Both Kari and I have had enough experience to be very good at pleasuring each other.  I was a bit more sensitive for some reason (beats me why, right?) so Kari had to back off just a bit as I started grinding, thrusting upward toward her mouth.  For some reason I knew that it was okay for Kari to cum, and that this was for her as much as for me.  I did my best too.  After maybe four or five minutes, Kari arched her back, hissed and moaned into my pussy, and then I her very wet sex flooded with her release and I literally sucked as much of the juices as I could right out of her.  I could feel her quivering on top of me, my hands stroking her bottom.  For a second, I thought about giving her a few spanks, but then realized that the resulting punishment would be so terrible that I let that idea go immediately.

What punishment you ask?  What could be so terrible?  What…you WANT to hear about me getting punished so terribly?  Well I don’t.  Kari’s idea of terrible punishment would be kicking me out of the apartment and no more nookie.  There are some lines you don’t cross with her.  I remember one boy toy she had who crossed one of her lines.  He was about three months into his servitude and he had woken up in the middle of the night with a raging hard on.  He had lubed himself up, rolled over Kari’s naked body, and slipped himself in.  She woke up immediately, pushed him off, told him to get dressed, and then kicked his ass out of the apartment.  The last thing she said to him was that his stuff would be on the front lawn at ten a.m.  And it was.  Like I said, you don’t cross Kari’s lines.

I was quivering with need by this point and Kari’s explosion had only increased my desire.  There is something about bringing your partner to a successful orgasm that just brings everything together.  I latched back on to her, driving my tongue back in, working her whole pussy at this point, hoping she would let me cum.

Her tongue darted at my clit again and she stabbed it repeatedly.  My thighs trembled at the soft hard strokes, of little licks and nibbles until I was pushing up against her, trying to force her attentions on my clit.  I grasped her, sucking on her clit hard, letting my own mouth indicate my need, how desperately I wanted it.  She drew the little nub into her mouth, just as I was doing to her, and I jerked spasmodically, feeling the rush of sexually intense pleasure rush through me, building like a volcano.

Then she bit me.  Hard.  Right on the clit.  And I screamed into her sex as I erupted.  The pain sent little jolts of sexual lightening through me.  I was in the O zone (sorry, I couldn’t resist, Michael! Inside joke everyone!)  I bucked, I thrashed, I pumped my hips, and then when Kari drove her tongue deep into me I let loose with my fifth orgasm, falling limp under Kari’s weight.

Six

My earlier complaint about being give time to rest was almost immediately thrown out the window.  Kari lifted herself off my body, grinning with the same kind of pleasure I was experiencing.  She grabbed a small towel from the drawer of her bedside table and wiped her mouth and sex.   I watched, wondering if she would offer me the same courtesy, but evidently she wanted to keep my face soaked in her juices.  I closed my eyes as she got up off the bed, relaxing into quiet oblivion.  I started to doze, the blissful afterglow of sex, of really awesome sex, sending me off to la la land.

And then I felt fingers parting my pussy again.  I started to close my legs but strong hands held them apart and I opened my eyes to see Robert standing at the end of the bed, one knee coming up to keep one leg in place while his other hand held my opposite thigh.  I jumped slightly as something round and smooth was slid through my soaked petals and then gasped as Robert pushed it deeply into my sexual flower. A second sphere followed the first, filling my well rather completely. Then he roughly flipped me over onto my stomach and I felt him put something hard and angular onto the small of my back.  A ripping sound told me that a roll of tape was being used and then a strip of adhesive tape was used to secure the rectangular object to my skin.

Oh, I knew almost immediately what was going on.  I’ve worn my vibroballs any number of times.  They’re like a modern version of ben wa balls, except instead of clappers inside, they have tiny motors.  A little wire runs up to a control box that holds the batteries.  That was what was taped to my back.  A moment later it was confirmed when Robert messed with the control box and I felt my pussy come to life as the two balls began clattering and clicking against each other as they danced around my insides like to lovers in a sleeping bag.  I’m pretty sure he had the controller set to medium.

Robert helped me up and pulled me into a sitting position at the foot of the bed.  He knelt down in front of me and held up my ankle cuffs.  I held out my leg for him as he gently secured each black foam and Velcro bondage device to my body.  I was sort of able to ignore the buzzing between my legs by focusing on him, though I admit that my eyes were being constantly drawn down to his cock, which was now a strange purple color thanks to a completely new device surrounding his shaft.  It had five rings of various sized, the smallest right around the head, with each ring held in place by a long leather strap.  It looked painful actually, but I couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like if he fucked me with it on.  Wow.  How’s that for selfish?  He would probably be in agony if he did it, but I couldn’t help wondering. 

My wrist cuffs came next and I held out my wrists.   I pushed my breasts forward too, hoping he touch them as he moved from one arm to the other, but evidently Kari had either told him not to, or he wasn’t about to do something to me he wasn’t told too.  In any event, he got me all bundled back up into my cuffs.

Robert then stood up and moved to the long bureau that stood opposite the bed.  He picked up a few things from the top, which I couldn’t see and returned to the bed with them.  To my surprise, one of the items was a screwdriver. 

“Lay back for me” he said softly.  It wasn’t an order.  It was a request, but to me that really didn’t matter.  If Robert had asked me to walk into a James Coney Island naked, order him a plain hot dog and stick it up into my pussy before returning to him in the parking lot, I would have already been shucking out of whatever I was wearing.  Robert has probably been the very best of Kari’s boy toys, at least of the ones I’ve met.  He’s gentle, sweet, kind, a hunk, and is quiet and patient.  I hope he lasts.  Kari’s pretty hard on her boy toys.

I did as he asked and lay back on the bed, my legs dangling off the edge at the knee.  Robert held up one of the other items up so I could see it.  It was very very strange.  It was a circle of metal, hollow in the center so that it looked like a washer.  But it was also thick.  A series of screws were sticking out along the entire circumference.  Evidently the odd piece of jewelry, for that’s what I thought it was, was thick enough to give the screws something to screw through.

He moved it a bit closer and I got a better look.  The interior opening was just a bit smaller than my pinky.  I could see that the ends of the screws were sticking out a bit and that’s when I realized that each screw had been sharpened to a point.  Oh, they weren’t needles.  But they were pointy.  Like blunt nails.  Then Robert moved the little ….machine? device?  Jewelry?  Oh!  CLAMP!  To my right breast, put it over my nipple, and then grabbed the screwdriver.  Very carefully he began to tighten alternating screws.  It was a long process.  At first I didn’t really feel anything, but when Robert tightened the opposite screw I felt a slight pinch.  Since my nipples were already hard, the little points of the screws dug in slightly behind the nub.  There were a total of six screws, all of which ended up digging into the soft flesh.  Robert tested it, checking to make sure it was tight enough by actually tugging on it.  It was firmly embedded and I was pretty sure that short a really hard pull, it wasn’t coming off.  Of course, a really hard pull would probably have torn up my skin too, so I’m glad he didn’t test it.

       The second one went on just like the first and the combination of pin prick clamps along with the buzzing between my legs was reigniting the fire of my lust.  It was still a tiny fire, but I was feeling it.  My nipples were tingling.  I admit, that both clamps hurt, but it wasn’t like my alligator clamps, which sometimes draw a bit of blood.  Instead it was just these tiny pin pricks of pain, not crushing my nipples, but perforating them.  That’s the best way I can describe it. Finally Robert had the jewelry tightened the way he wanted it and pulled me upright to my feet.  I stood their holding on to him, wobbling slightly for a second before finding my balance.  I gave him a warm smiled of thanks and then reached down to his throbbing purple cock.

“Does this hurt?”  I asked softly, my finger gently stroking the swollen bruised looking tip.

He shook his head. “Not too much.  I just really want to fuck you, but my Mistress told me that I would not be allowed to cum today.”

I gave him a sympathetic look. “That’s mean. I hope she relents, or that you accidently cum.”  I ran my fingers down until they caressed his balls.

His eyes widened a bit and he reached down and took my hand away from his genitals.  “Please don’t do that Breanne.  If I cum without permission, it will displease my Mistress.”

I looked at him in surprise. “You don’t want the punishment?”  This was a weird viewpoint for me. I was ALWAYS disobeying Kari.  Of course, she never did orgasm denial on me.  I suppose we all tick differently.

“I don’t want to make her unhappy with me.”  He said.  He leaned over and planted a somewhat chaste kiss on my cheek and then began leading me back into the main living area.  I followed obediently, wrapping my mind around Robert’s comments while trying to ignore both the vibrations going on inside me as well as the aching pin prick throbbing of my nipples.

I froze when we entered the living room.  Evidently while Kari and I had been doing the sixty-nine, Robert had been busy.  The coffee table was gone and in its place was a real wooden horse.  Now when I say wooden horse, I don’t mean wooden pony.  Those are very different.  Wooden ponies are no where near as painful or intense as wooden horses are.  I’ve never actually ridden one either. I’ve been on enough makeshift ponies though to have at least an idea of what was coming.  And this was a nice one too.  It was made of some heavy wood and stained dark.  It literally glistened from the light striking it.  The triangular piece that formed the horse’s back was made of one solid block of wood and I had no doubt it would take someone of Robert’s strength to move it.  Granted, it was only three feet long, but it still had to weigh around a hundred or so pounds.  I doubted I could move it.

The edge had been sanded and rubbed down so that it wouldn’t cut a rider, but I knew that it was also sharp enough to hurt after a short time.  The legs of the horse were tall enough to keep me from touching the ground as well.  The width was pretty intense too, and I knew that it would spread me rather well, leaving me with little purchase.  Kari was sitting on the sofa, watching me with cat like eyes. 

Robert led me to the horse and I felt my heart rate increase.  I felt a new surge of sexual energy rush through me at just the THOUGHT of riding this thing.  Robert pulled my arms behind my back and quickly locked my wrists together.  I heard a click as the metal D link was connected, making sure that I couldn’t pull my hands apart.  The plastic connectors were designed to enable escape.  The metal D links would prevent that.

Then I was in Robert’s arms.  He picked me up and I cooperated by swinging my left leg over the horse.  He must bench press like four hundred pounds, because he held me like I weighed nothing. I’m not a fattie either, nor very tall.  I weigh a hundred and seventeen right now, which is actually less than I weighed in college.  Hey, working hard on a farm for eleven hours a day is the best diet and exercise you can possibly get.  And at five foot four, I’m pretty short, especially when compared to Kari.

He set me down on the horse and helped me keep my balance.  Immediately I felt the pressure and bite of the wood ridge cutting into my pussy and on my perineum.  It wasn’t a sharp pain, more like a very deep ache, as if someone had taken their thumb and pushed hard on a muscle.  My bound hands kept me from either adjusting my seat, or doing a good job keeping my balance.

Worse, I one of my labia was caught underneath me, pinched painfully between my weight and the wooden ridge.  Kari quickly got up with a murmured word to Robert to lift me again, and then her fingers were between my legs, spreading my petals.  I was lowered back down, this time with all my parts in the correct spots.  When I was finally settled, Robert took a step back, letting me go, and for the very first time I actually rode a real wooden horse.

My hips were already rocking.  Sometime during the whole mounting process the vibroballs embedded in my pussy had been turned up to their maximum setting.  This, along with the painful pressure between my legs caused me to rock my hips, thrusting obscenely forward.  This helped relieve the pressure on the tender spot between my ass and my pussy, but it also meant that both my sex and my anus had to support my weight occasionally.  I could literally feel the bruises forming.  I rocked steadily as Kari and Robert watched with enjoyment.  I could feel the wood beneath me getting wetter as my juices soaked it and eventually the rocking was almost sliding as well. I made these long hip rolling, sexual thrusts with each movement eventually even managing to pinch my clit as well.  Everything conspired against me and as I felt the first rushing tremors of another orgasm, I almost fell off the horse.  Robert grabbed me while Kari clicked her tongue.  Next thing I knew Kari was holding me steady while I rode while Robert went behind the couch and then reappeared holding two large weights.

They were the kind that fit on barbells and both had ropes running through the center.  Each rope ended in a D link and I barely had time to register all this before Robert was kneeling down by my feet.  I felt him clip the first weight to my right ankle, and then thirty additional pounds were added to my body.  The other weight went on just as quickly, bringing my total poundage to one hundred and seventy seven pounds.  Of course, I had no way of knowing this while on the horse.  I was told later.

All I knew what that the pressure on my pussy had just intensified.  It was harder to rock.  Pain was blossoming up through my loins and I found myself rocking a bit less as the weights kept me a little more stable.  Robert resumed his position as my handler and Kari left us, heading toward the dining room.  I really wasn’t paying much attention to where Kari had gone off too, especially since I was still rather deep into trying to decide whether to scream in agony or in ecstasy. 

But the knock on the front door of the apartment got my attention.  I stiffened in my saddle and glanced at Robert, half-expecting him to take me off the horse.  Robert didn’t even move, as if he was expecting it.  My hips were still churning as Kari came out of the kitchen, still only half-dressed, with both breasts and loins exposed, and bent down slightly to look through the peep hole. Then she opened the door.

Fortunately, I knew the person standing in the doorway.  It was Mistress Sara, one of Kari’s friends that she had set me up with on a blind date two months prior.  It had been a fantastic night, and Mistress Sara and I had spent three additional weekends together.  I have to admit, it was just fun and games, nothing more serious.  Sara made it very clear that she wasn’t looking for a full time slave girl, which is just as well since I’m not exactly looking for a full time mistress. 

Mistress Sara was holding a small bag and she leaned forward and gave Kari a kiss.  Not a chaste kiss mind you, but a rather wet and passionate one.  There was some polite conversation, mostly “thank yous” and “you look great” lines, which I have to admit, Sara did look really nice.  Designer shoes at least four inches high, a dark gray skirt that was about an inch shorter than appropriate, a silk blouse, white of course, that showed off just a tad bit of Sara’s black lace bra underneath.

Sara walked toward me, tossing her bag on the couch.  I was still humping my wooden torture device madly, still just a bit more focused on the biting ache between my legs than those around me.  To be honest, I was almost fucking it.  Have you ever rubbed yourself against a pillow or something?  You know, for the friction?  Try doing it to a relatively sharp piece of wood with all your weight.  I was in this semi-state of arousal and pain that is tough to relate.  Then Sarah stepped right up next to me, reached out to the strange screw clamps on my nipples, and gave them a little jiggle and twist.

Either that was the straw that broke the camels back, or the last drop of water in the lake behind the damn, because I started to cum.  Maybe it was the additional audience, maybe it was just the little surge of pain that tingled from my throbbing breasts.  I jerked wildly again, almost losing my balance as I humped the wooden horse.  I kept leaning forward, my clit under me, forcing Robert to reach out and hold my shoulder.  Both Kari and Sarah watched, smiling, exchanging comments about the little slut fucking the little horsie and shouldn’t I be punished?

I almost blacked out.  Robert kept me upright and as I settled down the pain of the horse and the weights dragging me down returned tenfold.  Without the cushion of sexual need, my wooden steed was nothing more than really painful.  I shifted again, my body ignoring the tingle of the still clattering vibrating spheres inside me, though I knew I would shortly be feeling the blossoming tension as I moved on toward my seventh orgasm.

Seven

They left me on the horse for an additional five minutes.  It seemed longer to me.  I asked to get off and both Kari and Sarah laughed.  I was told to hush.  I had to keep rocking too, though my movements were not the frantic sexually charged thrusts of a girl in the throes of orgasm.  What the fuck is wrong with me?  What kind of girl gets off by mashing her clit between her cervix and a piece of wood?  Why is it pain turns me on?  Okay, that’s not that accurate.  Why is it that pain makes my arousal so much more intense?  Why do I crave it? 

I guess these questions went through my mind while I rode my horse.   When Kari finally instructed Robert to pull me off, he untied the weights first, which frankly made little difference to the pain between my legs.  Then he lifted me and put me on the floor next to him.  I couldn’t stand and immediately fell into a fetal position.  I felt as if someone had taken a baseball bat and given me a home run swing right between the legs.  I felt hands on my ankles and I cried out as I was unceremoniously spread, my legs being opened and held apart as the two mistresses knelt next to me and examined my pussy. I winced and cried out as fingers touched me, pulling and pushing at my labia, even slipping into my hole.

The consensus was that I was bruised a bit, but that my twenty minute ride had done nothing serious to me and that additional punishments to my pussy could be completed as planned.  Lying there on the floor as the deep discomfort said something quite different to me. 

My hands were still behind my back and my nipples were still held tightly in the small screw clamps.  Fingers stroked me and I shuddered my way into stillness, relaxing as both women soothed my body.  Of course, part of me was still shuddering: my pussy, since neither Kari nor Sara had turned off the vibroballs.  In fact, the controller was digging slightly into my back, and only my cuffed wrists behind me kept it from replacing vertebrae in my spine. 

Kari looked at Robert.  “Get out three vibrators, large ones, and return here” she said to the tall man I wished would fuck me again.

Robert nodded obediently and replied with a “yes Mistress.”  He went right for my bag of toys and I saw him dig around inside, finally finding all three of my vibrators.

Yes, I have three.  Actually, I have more than that.  I actually have six.  Robert grabbed my straight vibrator, my curved vibrator, and the little pocket rocket one.  Each had fresh batteries in them.  Hey…I come prepared.  Do you know what Kari would do to me if one of my personal toys had DIED on her when she was using it?  The punishment would have made the wooden horse ride look MILD by comparison.  Kari has always held that punishment and torture are two different things.  Punishment is about correcting behavior and does NOT require a sexual component.  Torture is about having fun and DOES have a sexual component.  When I was Kari’s slave girl, I avoided punishment.  I guess Robert does too.

Robert brought the vibrators back to Sara and Kari.  Both women took one, leaving one for Robert.  Kari told him to turn his on and touch it to various sensitive parts on me, concentrating on my nipples.  He followed the orders, just as both mistresses followed suit, twisting the vibrating rods into life.  Since my legs were rather obscenely spread, I felt the plastic shuddering tips against my clit, sliding through my petals to rest gently at the small brown button of my ass, and clattering against the metal jewelry chewing on my nipples.  Add that to the buzzing in my pussy and suddenly I understood what it must be like to be the state of California.  Small tremors constantly rocked me and the two tormentors between my legs alternated where the touches would come, sometimes concentrating on the fleshy outer lips of my sex, then pushing the dildo into me until it struck the vibroballs, only to have it slip up to my clit. 

Having three people at one time stimulate you is a really good way to put a recent wooden horse ride out of your mind.  In fact, what it did was put orgasm in my mind.  I rocked, sucking in air and then letting out small moans of pleasure when ever one of my mistresses stuck their vibrator as deeply as possible into my pussy.  Sure, the vibroballs prevented a deep penetration, but it didn’t matter.  I was stuffed.  I was getting pumped.  My hips thrust against their movements and the combination of having a vibrator against my clit, at my rear end, and on my breasts, along with what was already inside me, put me on the edge and then kicked me off of it.

I screamed out my seventh orgasm, shaking.  As my body tensed, Sara pressed her vibe hard against my clit while Kari pushed hers deep into my rear.  I couldn’t help myself.  My arms moved of their own accord and if Robert hadn’t grabbed them, pinning them under his legs, I’m not sure what I would have done.  In the end I was holding onto his rear end, feeling his taut muscles as I rattled my way through another earthquake.  Have you ever seen a plate full of Jello shaking after it has been brought to the table?  Well, that was me.  I was literally shaking.  Of course, the fact that my tormentors didn’t stop either didn’t help.  I still had a vibrator moving in and out of my ass, one pressed to my clit, one that moved from one breast to the other and of course I was stuffed with two golf ball sized spheres that were buzzing away at high.

I’m not sure, but I think they kept things going for about five more minutes.  Five minutes was really long too.  My brain sort of shut down, fried by the flood of adrenaline and endorphins flooding through me.  My overloaded nerves were continuously stimulated even after my climax and I guess I just couldn’t handle it.  I twitched like a landed fish.  Finally they left me alone, pulling everything out of me, leaving only the tiny pinprick painful ache of the jewelry on my nipples and the light tinkle of my wrist and ankle cuffs, and my collar.

Eight

I was barely cognizant of Robert removing the wooden horse.  He didn’t disassemble it, which I found out later was very possible, but just lifted it up and moved it into the dining room.  Kari and Sara both disappeared, leaving me lying on the floor, dozing and resting.  About fifteen minutes later I smelled a tantalizing scent coming from the kitchen.  It brought me back and my stomach growled.  I had only wolfed down a bowl of Cherrios that morning and all the exertion I had undertaken created a bit of an appetite.  Slowly I got up on my hands and knees, and figuring it might make Kari and Sara more inclined to give me just a bit, I crawled into the kitchen.

They were chatting.  About me.  Kari was telling Sara old stories from our days in high school and college, about the time I sucked Manny Rodriquez off on the bus during the senior trip, about how I would go to class, stuffed full of whatever Kari wanted in me.  As I padded into the tiled kitchen, both women turned and gave me little smiles, ending their conversation.

“How are you feeling?” Kari asked.  She was working at the stove, the source of the sizzling smell.  I felt a little twinge of desire however when I realized she was still wearing her rubber outfit, both breasts and her loins exposed.  For a second, I wanted to move between her legs, but then my stomach growled again.

“Hungry, Mistress” I replied, my words somewhat mushy.  Evidently what they did to me scrambled a bit more than I originally had thought.  I sat up on my knees, for all intents and purposes looking like a dog begging.  I laid my hands down on my thighs, palms up.

Kari just laughed.  “We’ll have breakfast in just a moment.  You can have a banana while I get the eggs and sausage finished.”

If she had said grits and hard biscuits it wouldn’t have mattered.  I was that hungry.  Kari always kept her fruit in a bowl on the table and I turned and crawled my way over toward Mistress Sara.  She was holding out a banana, a mischievous look in her eye.  I reached out to take it and she held on to it, keeping me from taking it.

“Prove to me how much you want this banana” Sara said, bending over slightly with a smile.  “Fuck yourself with it first until I tell you to eat it.”

My pussy was sore and it ached and the last thing I wanted to do was stick a banana up between my legs.  Sure, I’ve screwed so many bananas in my life that I could probably give the Chiquita chica a run for her money, but at that particular moment I didn’t really want to do it.

Sara released the banana and I held it up.  I admit, the thought crossed my mind.  Go hungry.  But I was going to eventually need to eat, and they were going to stick something up inside me eventually anyway, why resist?  Slowly I spread my legs a bit farther, brought the banana down between my legs, and began rubbing the blunt end of the unpeeled banana through my tender slit, trying very hard to be gentle. 

Twinges of pain radiated up from my pussy.  It was a bit swollen and very very tender.  I think I grimaced a bit, the pain reflected on my face because Sara grinned.  Both she and Kari are sadists, and it wouldn’t have surprised me a bit to discover that Sara was wet.  While I worked the banana deeper, I took a moment to examine Sara’s outfit, something I hadn’t had time to really look at earlier. 

She was wearing a short skirt and a nice dark gray blouse.  Bare smooth legs that ended in black strap high heels and a few silver pieces of jewelry that adorned her wrist, neck, and ears finished the look and I figured that Mistress Sara didn’t own an outfit similar to Kari’s rubber latex thing.  As I managed to get half of the banana into my well, I realized that Sara wasn’t wearing panties, and I could see the clean shaven V of her slit between her thighs. 

When the banana was full seated I began slowly thrusting it up and down inside me.  I didn’t take it out all the way, not wanting to have to push aside my bruised labia a second time.  It still ached.  Instead, I did slow short thrusts, working the banana in a jabbing motion.  Sara evidently was enjoying the scene because one hand went between her legs, pulling the hem of the skirt up.  I watched as her fingers pressed her clit and her thighs trembled. 

You would think after seven orgasms that I would have trouble even producing sufficient lubrication to make things easier, but not only did my body respond without difficulty, I actually felt myself becoming aroused.  Fucking a banana…sigh.  I’m such a slut.  Who gets off fucking a banana for their eighth orgasm?  I think Sara noticed too.  Maybe it was the way I closed my eyes.  Or maybe it was the fact I picked up the pace and was deliberately striking my clit with my knuckles, pressing it gently but firmly with each thrust.  Who knows?  But I found myself getting knocked backward onto the floor, my legs swinging out from under me, and a hand cradling my head as I was pushed to my back.  I had to let go of the banana as Mistress Sara suddenly was on top of me, straddling me so that her skirted posterior was right above my face.  She grabbed hold of the banana and began thrusting it in and out herself and then I felt her tongue on my clit and I gasped, thrusting upward as we made love in the middle of Kari’s kitchen.

“Suck her clit, Bre” Kari ordered from the stove, turning to watch, while still keeping an eye on her cooking food.

I pushed Sara’s skirt up, exposing a beautiful white rear and I grabbed hold of Mistress Sara and pulled her down to my mouth, my tongue dipping into the already wet slit.  I ran my tongue up and down it a few times and then found her clit, matching her ministrations on me with similar movements.  If she sucked, I sucked.  If she licked, I licked.  And when she gently bit my clit with her teeth, I came.

I flopped around on the kitchen tile for a moment, gasping, but then went back to sucking on Sara, not to far gone. It wasn’t a super powerful orgasm, more like a little wave, but it was another trip to the O zone! (Wink at Michael!)  As I continued to suckle Sara’s clit, I felt her extract the banana.  Another minute later I felt something softer probing at my pussy, pushing aside the sore petals of my flower.  I gasped again as it penetrated, pumping only two or three times before being extracted.

And then Sara was twisting around, taking her sex from my mouth.  She turned to face me and was holding my banana, peeled, and glistening from being dipped into my pussy.  I knew what she wanted and I opened my mouth. 

“Suck it clean, Breanne.” She pushed the banana in and I sucked on it, tasting my own sex, a salty slightly musky taste that I’ve always enjoyed.  The banana moved in and out and then Sara nodded, indicating I could take my first bite.  I did.  It was heaven.  My stomach growled again as the piece of soft fruit made its way down my throat and Sara fed me, bite by little bite until I had finished the entire fruit turned dildo.  I laid back as Sara stood, smoothing her skirt and stepping over to the waste can to dispose of the peel.  That was when Kari turned and gave us a grin.

“Breakfast is ready.”

Nine

To my surprise I was left on the floor as both Kari and Sara started to take plates from the kitchen to the dining room.  I started to get to my feet to help when Robert appeared again.  He was still naked except for his black leather harness, except this time his cock had been stuck in some sort of weird rubber tube that was then bent down between his legs.  A steel chain connected the end of the tube to the back of the harness.  It appeared as if his cock was pulsing in the tube, literally thrusting or throbbing.  What I really wanted to do was go over and put my hand on it, just to see.  He bowed slightly to Kari.

“The table is set Mistress” he said with a smile.

Kari grinned.  “How’s your cock?”  she asked.

Robert gave her an answering smile. “My cock is hard, Mistress, and it hurts from being bent down and back.  I’m also incredibly horny, Mistress.  Thank you.”

Jesus.  His cock was hard in there?  It was a bit hard to believe.  I looked back at his black leather wrapped dick and shook my head.  How could Kari do that to him?  Poor guy.

“Robert, if you would please take Breanne into the dining room and get her seated, I’d appreciate it.”  Kari said.

Robert took my arm gently and began propelling me into the dining room. Don’t be fooled by Kari’s polite request, or the fact that she said please.  Kari has always been courteous, even when ordering her slaves around.  I remember one day when we were jogging she turned to me, pointed at a mud puddle, and asked me to lay down in it, pretty please.  We were still pretty new in our relationship and I had given her a look like “are you crazy?”  That resulted in immediate action as she slammed her hand into my bottom, yanked my shirt up exposing my breasts (I wasn’t allowed a sports bra) and shoved me into the mud.  You don’t say no, or even hesitate when Kari asks you to do something.  The stares I got on our way home were, um… intense, especially since my shirt was soaked and sticking to my skin, as were my shorts.

The dining room table was laid for four, with Kari’s best silverware, glasses and condiment dishes arrayed around a pleasant floral arrangement.  To be honest, I half expected to be picked up and tied to the table top, allowing Robert, Kari, and Sara to use my body as a plate, or just as an interactive sex decoration.  I was glad I was being included with an actual place setting.  There was a carafe of orange juice to one side, along with a pitcher of water as well.  Robert led me around to my seat and that’s when I froze, realizing how diabolical my two Mistresses really were. 

While I had been kept entertained in the kitchen, Robert had brought out a rather unique stool.  It was exactly the right height for eating at the dining room table, but it had no back.  Special padded ledges half way down the legs were meant for kneeling, and the little metal clips made it clear that my ankle cuffs would shortly be locked to the stool.  But what got my immediate attention, was the two very large plastic and rubber dildos sticking out of the seat. 

The shorter plastic one was evidently intended to go in my rear.  It was relatively narrow, and for that I was grateful.  However, the other phallus was huge.  It was made of rubber and easily as big as my husky dildo.  I guessed it was about eight or nine inches long from the seat and I trembled as I thought about having a seat.  The other thing that caught my attention was a thick black wire that led from the strange stool’s underside to a small box with a number of controls.  I saw dials and buttons and though I was too far away to read the little words on the box, I knew that anything with that many options wasn’t going to be good for my abused sex.

“I took the liberty of lubing them up for you”  Robert said, gently, giving me a warm smiled.

“Thanks” I replied, still looking at the large phallus.  “I’m just pretty sore.”

He nodded.  “I know.  Sorry  I can’t do more for you.  Can you handle this?  I really don’t want to have to force you down on it” he said apologetically.  Evidently he had interpreted Kari’s request as a do it or else kind of order.  I shook my head.

“I can do it.  I just need to do it slowly.” 

I moved over to the stool and began to sit down.  While still well above the seat I felt the rubber tip of the vaginal phallus touch me.  I reached between my legs and positioned the thick rubber dick correctly and began to slide down it.  It was very different from my own Husky dildo, which I could literally bend in half.  This one was very very firm, as if it had a metal core.  Sure, the rubber “skin” was pliable, and sort of soft, but it was like…well…like an actual cock; soft and hard all at the same time.  I had it in a little over half way when my rear encountered the other phallus.  I wiggled just a bit, trying to relax as I slipped down a bit.  I admit I hesitated.  I’m not a fan of anal sex, but I’ve said that right?  So why does every mistress and master I’ve ever had love sticking things up my ass?  I felt Robert put his hands on my shoulders and start to press down slightly.  I beat him to the punch though, wanting to control things myself rather than let him ram me down like an orange on a juicer.

I managed to do it without hurting too much, and most of the pain was from my pussy, not my rear. I managed to settle completely, with my weight on my rear end.  I could feel the huge phallus in my sex actually pressing up against my cervix, which was slightly uncomfortable, and the wiggling I was doing made me tingle.  Robert bent down and helped me bend my legs until I was kneeling on the padded ledges.  This actually was better, giving me some leverage and I was able to lift myself off the phalluses and probably all the way.  Then Robert began clipping my ankle cuffs to the stool.  As I was secured, I watched as Kari and Sara began putting plates down on the table and my mouth watered as my favorite: eggs over easy on toast with a thick slice of ham and cheddar cheese was placed in front of me.  While imagining eating, it was easy to ignore the black leather strap that Robert put across my waist, preventing me from lifting up more than a handful of inches.

At the time, I didn’t realize just how cruel the stool would actually turn out to be.  The fact that I was kneeling made it very easy for me to lift up, but the leather strap across my waist kept me from going any father than four or five inches.  After I discovered the more interesting features of my seat, not only was I tormented, but I ended up fucking myself with every attempt to get up, only to be brought to a halt and forced to lower myself back down.  I couldn’t reach the clips at my ankles, nor the buckle of the waist strap.

We all dug into our eggs after a brief grace.  I was the only one who made the sign of the cross, but that didn’t phase me or my eating companions.  Both Kari and Sara dug in.  Robert was a bit more restrained, and I decided to follow the example of my mistresses, grabbing my fork and wolfing down the most delicious bite of my breakfast.  The taste of cheddar cheese exploded in my mouth along with egg yolk.  Oh god…its making me hungry just thinking about it!

The conversation was mundane and anything but sexual.  We talked about Kari’s interior design business, some of Sara’s current cases (she’s a lawyer), and of course I mentioned that I was done plowing and had gotten the corn planted as well as the soy beans.  Oh yeah, I live an exciting life.

Then Sara asked how the daily assignments were coming.  Just as I was about to reply I felt something odd.  Deep inside me the vaginal phallus had come to life and was literally bending inside me, churning.  I can’t describe exactly what was going on, because it’s too difficult to imagine, but picture putting your cock in me, and then having a ball and socket hinge about three quarters of the way up.  Then start swinging just the top quarter of your cock in ever widening circles.  I tensed.  Everyone was staring at me as I tried to make sense out of the weird sensation.

“Different, huh?”  Kari asked, her finger on one of the buttons of the little black control box.  I nodded.

She grinned.  “I had it made by an animatronics firm.  They were a little surprised when I explained what I wanted, but it was worth it, don’t you think?  That stool comes with a number of interesting attachments.”  She glanced at Robert.  “Right Robert?”

He nodded, hurriedly swallowing his own egg and cheese.  “Yes Mistress.  Very interesting.”

Kari looked back at me.  “And since I was getting several made, I figured I might make one just in case you came back for another session.”

I thanked her. “Thank you Mistress.”  I pressed my thighs together.  The churning was becoming more pronounced and was actually causing my sex to flutter in response. 

“So how are your daily assignments coming?”  Sara asked again.

I tried my best to answer. I explained how we had cut back a bit, much to the disappointment of both Kari and Sara.  Sara declared that if I were her slave I’d be doing assignments twice a day.  Kari laughed and pressed another button on the control.  Suddenly the phallus in my ass roared to life and began vibrating.  Granted it was low, but it was constant.  I trembled slightly, trying to answer their questions. 

There was a bit of rehash of old assignments.  Evidently both Kari and Sara read Michael’s blog, and they exchanged opinions over some of my more recent adventures.  They both even voted on that poll I posted on one of my threads, asking if I should be allowed to change the conditions of one of the assignments.  They both laughed when it was revealed they both wanted me to do it the hard way.  Sigh…you try walking across a hundred feet of super tight rope with Tabasco and lemon juice soaked knots every few inches!  But hey, that’s another story and you can read that one at the blog.

My torment continued, and it wasn’t just the sexual stimulation.  Oh no, they asked Robert for his favorite Breanne Assignment.  Then they started brainstorming assignments for me to do.  My god…the things they suggested!  I admit, some of their suggestions turned me on, which complimented the torment between my legs nicely.  Some of their suggestions horrified me AND turned me on.  Which is worse?  Oh…you need an example?  Well how about Sara’s suggestion that they mount the wooden horse in the back of my truck, and then mount me on the horse naked, along with sufficient rope to keep me in place, and then take me on a ride?  Let’s see, I’d get a ticket for riding in the bed of a truck, and be arrested for at least indecent exposure if not for public lewdness.  Yeah…that would be fun… the wind blowing my hair… the cold on my skin…knowing everyone would see me, shocked…  Okay, it would be fun…at least for a while, right?

Kari pressed another button and the vaginal phallus not only churned inside me, but started to vibrate too.  And it was intense strong vibrations that I felt all the way up to my belly.  In fact, I could even feel them at my clit, which is saying something.  Of course this made it very difficult to sit still.  I tried.  I tried hard.  But in the end I started bucking, lifting up with my knees until the strap stopped me.  Then I went back down.  Kari played with her dials, changing the intensity of the vibrations from high to low and then back up to high.  I guess I lasted about ten minutes before I grasped the edges of the table, clearly in the early stages of orgasm.  That’s when everything stopped: the buzzing, the churning, the vibrations, everything.  And before I even had a chance to wonder what happened, a shock of electricity hit my rear end, causing me to literally jerk up from the seat in a pain filled gasp of agony.

It hurt.  A lot.  I stayed up, not wanting to put my ass back down on the stool.  Kari was giving me a cool look as both Sara and Robert watched in piqued interest.  Finally I settled back down, gingerly, expecting another shock.  I was rewarded instead with the vaginal probe starting up the wonderful strange churning motion again, followed almost immediately with the vibrations in my rear.  I settled down as the pleasure built up again, ignoring the conversation.  Then, just as I was ready to pop again, Kari stopped the vibrations and hit the shocker again, sending what felt like two red hot spikes into the fleshy muscles of my butt.  Once again I jerked upward, caught short by the strap.

This happened two more times before she finally let me cum, leaving me gasping and leaning over the table.  The ninth orgasm of the day had happened and it wasn’t even eleven o’clock yet!  I had made arrangements to stay at Kari’s until nine in the evening.  My God…

Ten

When breakfast was finished I watched from my chair as Robert cleared the table.  He was quiet and rather quick about it too, leaving me seated with two diabolical women who thought pressing random buttons on the control box attached to my seat was fun.  And this was AFTER I had already cum.  Evidently, the attachments did more than just churn and vibrate.  I discovered that the husky dildo actually pumped as well as churned, and corkscrewed as well as vibrated.

After the table was cleared I was released from my stool, and sent to the bathroom.  I needed to use it too.  I was sticky, hot, and needed a wash.  I took off my cuffs and collar and quickly got into the shower.  It was absolute bliss.  The only issues I had were the still attached clamps.  I didn’t have a screwdriver and I wasn’t willing to rip or pull them off.  Finally I shrugged and hoped they were stainless steel and that they wouldn’t rust.  Once in the shower, I cleaned every nook and cranny and just as I was about to finish the door opened and Kari looked in on me.

“Looking good.  Here.”  She handed me a familiar toy.  It was my waterproof vibrator.  She gave me an expectant look.  “Well? Get started.”

The last thing I wanted to do at that moment was masturbate.  I had just spent several hours stuffed with various devices, not to mention cock, and rode a solid oak wooden horse.  I was sore, tender, swollen, achy, and not really enthusiastic.  The look, however, on Kari’s face told me that if I didn’t take the vibrator I’d be punished.  I wasn’t interested in that so I did what I was told and took my vibrator and pressed it to my clit.

Water and sex have always gone well together, and Kari helped by lifting the handset sprayer from the wall and sending a rather direct solid stream between my legs, upward, so that it literally penetrated me.  It was a rather unique feeling.  I spread my legs, leaned back against the wall and let her spray me.  This went on for a bit and just as I started to feel myself ripening, Kari changed the target of the sprayer and aimed for my clit.  I shook a bit, gasping.  It was very intense and also very awesome.  I pushed my vibe into my pussy, letting the water take over clitoral stimulation.  My bottom danced on the tiles of the wall and Kari kept up the direct spray, right on my clit.  To be honest, it was more than I could take and it wasn’t long before being tired, sore, swollen, and achy really didn’t matter. 

I slid to the floor of the shower, working the vibrator in and out and Kari continued to target my clitoris.  My legs were spread obscenely, water spraying everywhere, pooling into little droplets on Kari’s black rubber suit, and across her bare breasts. Then, in what I can only describe as another massive wave, I exploded, squirting juice halfway across the shower stall, my body doing this little herky jerk as my limbs wondered what to do with themselves as my brain stopped sending commands in order to focus on the rush of endorphins and adrenaline that flooded into my cerebral cortex.

Kari turned the sprayer back to the soft gentle full stream and put it back in the holder above me.   I felt the warm water falling, pattering like rain drops on my body.  I sat there, stunned, still too out of it to even respond to Kari’s wave of goodbye, or the closing of the shower stall door.  Eventually I was able to move again, or more accurately, my mind directed my body and I climbed to my feet and started over, cleaning myself with cocoa butter scented soap that seemed to seep into my pores.  I did only a cursory washing between my legs. I was sore, tender, swollen, achy, and not really enthusiastic.  Hmmm…heard that one before?

Eleven

I used up all of Kari’s hot water, not to mention a good thirty or forty minutes.  No one bothered me in all that time, so it was recuperative, as well as restorative and hygienic.  Except for the still throbbing tingle in my nipples, my body healed.  I guess I should specify of course.  To be honest, I hadn’t been in much pain, with the exception of the bruising caused by the wooden pony.  Probing fingers found some definitely tender spots, testing the flesh with slight pressure.  It actually wasn’t as bad as I had thought.  I’d be tender for a few days, but I didn’t even think I’d have real bruises.  You know, the dark purple and blue ones that make people think you’re beaten at home?  Yeah, of course, I’m not in the habit of going up to strangers, lifting my skirt, and showing them my pussy.

Oh.  Oh wait.  I AM in that habit, aren’t I?

I managed to get out of the shower once the water turned icy and went to Kari’s massive mirror and bathroom counter. I used her brush on my short straight hair, then put it back exactly where I found it.  I didn’t need to fix any makeup, since I wasn’t wearing any. Trust me.  Wearing mascara when being sexually tortured is a STUPID thing to do.  Watch any BDSM film.  I patted myself dry and then grabbed my gear and headed back out to living room.

Poor Robert.  He was standing in front of the couch, hands cuffed behind his back while Kari and Sara took turns sucking his cock and tormenting the tip.  He had been removed from the strange black leather tube and was now encased in what appeared to be some sort of extremely tight rubber sheath, with the exception of the head of his cock.  Imagine someone grabbing hold of your dick and squeezing as tightly as possible most of the length.  I think that was what Robert was enduring.  I think it’s cruel.  Especially since most guys can’t cum with just tip stimulation.  I know.  I’ve done it before during milking.  It can make a guy hard early on, but it won’t make them pop. 

Both mistresses turned to look at me as I entered, Kari’s eyes flashing dangerously as she realized I was carrying my bondage gear, rather than wearing it.  I cringed slightly as she looked at me, and almost started to put it on, but realized just in time that doing so without her permission or command wouldn’t be pretty.  Old ways die hard I guess.  I was already moving into the old mindset of being her sex toy.

Kari glanced up at Robert.  “Are you desperate yet Robert?”  She asked.

I looked at the red faced man whose cock point was a spectacular shade of purple and crimson.  He nodded, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.  “If it pleases you Mistress.” 

Kari smiled and then tilted her head toward me.  “You can fuck Breanne if you’d like.  You can even cum.”

Robert’s eyes widened in surprise.  “I can remove the sheath Mistress?”  He asked.  Kari shook her head.

“Absolutely not.  It stays on.  But go ahead and fuck her.”  Kari replied.  Sara leaned back into the soft cushions of the couch, laughing.

“But Mistress, with the sheath on I can’t cum” Robert said in reply.  This was the first time I had ever heard him actually counter Kari.  He must have been really desperate. 

Kari gave his cock a little slap.  “Do you think I care?” she asked.  “Now get over there, warm her up, and get that cock inside her as quick as possible.”

I hadn’t been expecting this.  Sure, I wanted to fuck Robert.  In fact, I’ve wanted to fuck Robert ever since the first day I met him.  By that point, I had actually done it twice in fact.  He was a hunk, and I know during that first time I really pleased him.  Kari maybe more beautiful than I am, more thin and willowy, but her mental attitude translates to her sexual side.  She is cold and hard and in control.  Robert was allowed to take the reigns when he fucked me.  I was warm and pliant and willing and soft and eager.  I’m not saying that screwing Kari can’t be mind-blowingly awesome, but it can also leave you feeling wrung out and sore, and bruised emotionally as well as physically.

Robert stepped over to me and gently pushed me to the floor.  I dropped my bondage gear, tossing it aside as he loomed over my body.  Then he knelt between my legs, leaned forward, and put his hands on my collarbone.  Slowly, patiently, he drew his hands down my body, over my breasts, down my stomach, all the way to my legs.  He avoided my sex, which was good, since I still wasn’t ready.  He did this again, and then again, and then over and over.  It was better than a shower.  It was incredible.  And through it all I felt the tip of his cock striking my thigh, or even my labia on his long stretches across my body, but never did he force me, or push or even act needy. It was just this long hard black rubber encased rod.

His touch became a bit more sensual, swirling around my breasts, seemingly to brush against the nipple clamps, before stroking down my stomach, almost touching my slit, but moving down to my open thighs.  Ten or more strokes, I lost count, and I arched my back as his fingers approached my sex, wanting him to actually touch me.  He didn’t.  He kept doing it.  With every pass of his hand I felt more and more.  Finally I couldn’t take it any longer.  When his hand came close to my pussy I reached down and grabbed his wrist, literally moving his fingers to my very moist and ready slit.

Gently, he parted my petals and began stroking, this time staying away from my clit.  It was just as incredible as the massage he had given my entire body.  I spread my legs farther, willing him to mount me.  But he didn’t.  He just swirled his fingers through my petals, stroking so softly it was almost feather light.  Then, just as I was about to reach down to his hand again, he pushed two fingers into me, his ring finger and middle finger.  I could feel the others, the thumb and pinky and forefinger spreading against my thighs and rear end.  Then he began curling the inner fingers all while pulling up.  He started slow and steady, but the sensation was so incredible that I was ready in a heart beat. I writhed and moaned and finally looked at him with a steady glare as the words escaped through my clenched teeth.

“Damn it Robert, just fuck me already!” I gasped.  He glanced up at me with an apologetic smile and then removed his hand from my pussy.  He orientated himself correctly and then I felt him penetrate.  The look on his face was…strange.  I’ve seen a lot of different faces at the moment two people connect.  Robert looked as if he were being dipped in molten lava, and it was a relief.  I can’t even comprehend what was going through his mind.

But I know what was going through mine; the words “thank GOD!”  But after maybe ten or twenty repetitive thrusts from my paramour, I began to realize that something wasn’t quite right.  Robert’s cock felt strange, a little more rigid than it should have been, maybe not quite as thick.  Worse, I couldn’t felt the pulsing I usually do when screwing guys.  See, usually when a guy thrusts, he also tightens a few muscles in his cock.  It’s a minor thing, but it’s there.  Not this time, and I noticed it.  The little rubber sheath around Robert’s shaft not only kept him hard and taut, but kept him from pulsing properly.  I’m ashamed to say that this did not affect my arousal at all and in short order I came again.  Okay, maybe not so short.  I’m guessing around twenty minutes or so.

Robert didn’t cum; and after I closed my eyes with a sigh of relief and lay back, Kari tapped Robert’s shoulder and told him to pull out.  You could see the anguish in his eyes and the tip of his cock was still a bright purplish red.  I felt so sorry for him.  That’s when Kari told me to suck him clean.

I got to my feet while Robert stood there, knees slightly bent, his cock sticking straight out.  I opened my mouth and took him, doing my magic.  Know what?  Nothing happened.  I licked him clean all right, even the entire length of that latex sheath, but even my mouth and a concerted effort on my part didn’t cause him to erupt.  I even deepthroated him, swallowing hard, and he just groaned and shook.  Finally Kari pulled me off of him and I noticed that the tip of his cock was getting chaffed.  She put one fingernail on the edge and he winced.  Ouch. 

Twelve

 

After a few minutes, Mistress Sara took my hand and moved me around the coffee table that had been replaced after the whole wooden horse incident.  She pushed me down onto the sofa, still naked, and told me to spread my legs as wide as possible.  Someone had tossed a rather thick towel down in the center and I sat as ordered.  I did it immediately, not wanting to risk upsetting either Sara or Kari.  I’m pretty limber, and despite the towel and the fact that both mistresses and my fellow sex slave were all watching, I managed to do the splits and present what I thought was a rather nice tableau.

 

Evidently Sara thought so too, but she also felt it wasn’t sufficient.  She grabbed hold of my ankle and wrist cuffs and then moved in front of me, quickly attaching my padded Velcro and metal restraints.  When she was done, she moved around to the back of the couch.  To my surprise, four separate ropes were pulled out from behind the couch, obviously attached to the back legs.  They seemed just the right length and I found my legs stretched even farther and held in place with the rope, and my arms outstretched and pulled back behind the sofa.

 

I’ve been tied up in a lot of different positions before and there are some that leave you feeling more vulnerable than others.  This one, ranked pretty high on my list of vulnerable positions.  Granted, my rear end was relatively inaccessible, but my pussy was not just exposed, but incredibly vulnerable for ANYTHING Sara or Kari wanted to do to me.  It also didn’t help that my nipples were still aching.  I was exposed.  Seriously exposed.

 

Sara left me to retrieve a couple of necessary torture implements, leaving me to contemplate the interesting activity now going on in front of me.  Kari was kneeling next to the coffee table, her large perfect white breasts flattened slightly on the table top.  Robert was lying on the ground between her legs, his mouth obviously working overtime as he tongued my best friend and former mistress.  Kari was moaning and grinding down and I couldn’t help feeling a surge of wet jealousy.  It was about that time that Sara came back into the room, this time with a large bulb headed massager. 

 

It was duct taped (yes duct taped!) to a broom handle and Sara positioned the whole thing so that the head would be pressed, rather forcefully, against my clit.  I admit, it made me quiver, not from excitement, but from dread.  My clit was already pretty sensitive and the thought of spending even more time with a very tender and reactionary bundle of nerves enduring non-stop vibrations of the massager had me near tears.  Sara could tell I was getting a little emotional and she came up and held me, hugging me, all while her fingers teased the clamps on my nipples.

 

“Hush, Breanne.  It’s okay.  I know you’re sensitive right there.  I know you don’t want it.”  Sara whispered in my ear.

 

I burst into tears.  “Please, Mistress…I just don’t think I can!”   I cried, and she hadn’t even turned it on.

 

Sara stroked my hair as Kari just continued to look like a cat being stroked, watching us.  Sara tightened her grip and then patted my thigh.

 

“I know you think you can’t, but the truth is you don’t have a choice darling.  Besides, I’m not going to leave it on you that long.  It’s not the torture I intend. It’s just the warm up.”  Sara said, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek.

 

My throat constricted and I wailed a bit more.  Sara hushed me but my tears didn’t stop until she reached down to the broom and massager combination and turned on the white colored device, sending what could only be described as a painful yet sexually powerful wave of energy through me. I screamed out loud and then thrashed, but since I didn’t get my gag stuffed back in I guess my cries were not very loud or disturbing.  It certainly didn’t deter Sara who left me shaking, tears pouring down my face, stretched to the max while Kari got slowly tongued to death.

 

Okay, not to death, but it was obvious she was close to cumming.  And while all that was happening Sara was busy doing something behind the couch.  Frankly I didn’t pay it much attention because I was busy trying not to yell and had my tongue between my teeth in an effort to deal with the vibrations on my clit.

 

Hey, for just a moment, I want you to imagine being tied down and having some girl suck your cock until right before you cum, then to take a vibrator and hold it to the tip, and just the tip, for about forty five minutes.  What do you think would be going through your mind?  And if you’re a girl and never been forcibly stimulated, try it sometime!  Cuff yourself, put the key in a cube of ice on a piece of string and wrap it around your neck.  Put a vibe in, on high, and then put a clamp on your clit.  When the ice finally melts and you can free yourself you will be near crazy.  Trust me.

 

I felt Sara’s hands on my shoulders and then she was leaning over me.  Her arms appeared in my vision, moving closer to my steel clamped nipples.  Both hands held something odd, and I quivered as I realized she was holding alligator clamps, both with red wires.   At first I thought she intended to work the sharp metal teeth into the rings surrounding my already partially pierced nipples, but then she just attached the clamps too one of the screws on each of the metal rings.  Long thick wires went back over my shoulders. 

 

I’m not a novice to electrical play, though I admit I don't get shocked as often as I'd like.  I knew Kari owned one of those electrical stimulators though. I think its called a TENS unit?  Something like that. I DO know that the concept is really simple.  One wire leads to a contact, in this case my circular nipple clamps, and another contact is placed nearby.  Anything between the two contacts gets fried.  Plus you are supposed to do things like stay away from sending current across the chest so you don't stop her heart.  Looking down at my chest, I had trouble figuring out what was going on.

Sara draped another wire over my right arm and I glanced at it. Rather than being a clamp, this wire was black and ended in a pointy metal tip.  I know its a probe of some kind.  My dad has something just like it at home on this yellow digital thingy that he uses to see if the Christmas tree light bulbs are broken.  Most of the probe was sheathed in plastic, so none of the metal was touching me.  Sara leaned over me, her hands caressing my sides and up around my breasts.  She picked up the little black probe and held it like a pencil.

I stiffened and pulled away as she brought the metal spike down to my breast.  I wasn't sure where she was going to touch me, but I've been shocked enough to know that it was either going to tingle or hurt, and considering the cruel and constant vibration on my clit, I wasn't going to put anything past Mistress Sara.  She tapped the metal contact about an inch away from my clamped nipple and I felt a very strange sensation.  It wasn't pain, but a tingle, but that's not what made it strange.  It was the fact that the tingle went from my nipple across the surface of my breast.  It wasn't unpleasant either, just different.  Sara lifted the probe and planted it in a slightly different spot, sending another soft jolt through my tit.

This went on for sometime, eventually lulling me into complacency.  She did both breasts too, working back and forth.  It actually felt good too.  Not quite a caress, but it had the novelty of being different, and combined with my over sensitized clit, made sitting still much more difficult.  It wasn't long before my hips were rolling and my chest was heaving.  Which is why I didn't notice Sara moving, changing the setting on the TENS unit.  My eyes were closed, my lower half trying to hump the massager, and Sara leaned over me again.  But this time, rather than set the thin metal probe somewhere outside my ring clamp, she set the pin point probe right on the tip of my nipple.  

Remember how I said that everything in between the contacts got fried?  Well the red clamp essentially turned the screw ring clamp into a contact.  The electricity went into the ring clamp, down the screws which were tightened on my nipple, through my nub and into Sara's little probe.  A very sharp spark of pain exploded in my right breast and I gasped, eyes widening as I jumped.  The probe was lifted and then Sara was holding me down, one hand cupping my other breast while she carefully stuck my other nipple.  More pain exploded through me and I cried out, jerking against Sara's grip.  Another shock followed and I pulled hard against the ropes holding my legs and wrists apart.

The pain of the shocks kept me rather busy, so I didn't notice Kari literally pushing the coffee table out of the way.  The broomstick holding the massager had been jammed against it, so I did notice the vibrating massage tool being lifted away from my clit.  Kari's tongue however immediately took its place and I found myself gyrating madly as one mistress shocked my breasts and nipples while the other did things to my clit and pussy that sent me over the edge.  In due course I exploded, crying out in ecstasy, going from shell shocked desperation to limp noodle.  Ah...orgasm. 

Thirteen

I was left on the couch, still tied up, legs spread devilishly in the splits, my sex swollen, red, and soaked.  Sara removed the red wires from my nipple clamps and Kari moved over to Robert, whispered a few words into his ear, and then left the room.  After a moment, a cup was lowered in front of me, complete with straw.  I sipped gratefully, finding clear cool refreshing water that seemed to replenish the large amounts of fluid I had lost.  I thanked Sara gratefully as the cup was taken back and watched Robert leave the room.

When he returned, I noticed he was no longer wearing his black latex sheath.  His cock had started to return to normal.   Sure, he was still hard, but the head was no longer purple and swollen.  It still looked tender though, and I longed to take him into my mouth and make him explode.  I would have been gentle, but the truth is that I knew it wasn't going to happen.  At least not at that point.  Robert approached me and knelt down on the couch with one knee pressed against my pussy, the other on the opposite side of my leg.  He was holding a screwdriver and I moaned in grateful appreciation as he slowly began unscrewing the ring nipple clamps.

Okay, sure, they LOOK cool.  Fascinating really.  But they are a bitch to put on , require help to do so, and can be very uncomfortable.  I discovered that taking them off was much easier.  Robert only had to loose two of the five screws to basically free my nipple.  Blood rushed back into my nubs and I hissed, sucking in air as pain almost as bad as Sara's shocks exploded through my breasts like a ripe girl in the throes of orgasm.  Ha ha!  Funny analogy, right?  Plain and simple, it hurt.  But hurt is like my middle name and I couldn't help rubbing my pussy against Robert's kneecap.  It's not every day a guy gets his kneecap humped so Robert stayed there a bit longer, though I suspect it wasn't for his pleasure, but mine.  He's such a sweetie.  After the nipple clamps were removed I was left along for a few minutes, ostensibly to recover.  They left my hands and feet bound, still spread out on the couch.  I took the opportunity to put my head back, close my eyes, and rest.

I actually dozed off for a few minutes, because when I snapped awake Sara was moving around behind me and there were more wires being draped over my shoulders.  It took my brain half a moment to wake up and I blinked in confusion as I saw all three sets of black and red lines, each terminating in rather vicious looking scissor clamps.  Sara came around to my front and I couldn't help asking what was going on.

"Well, basically, we're going to fry you again, dearheart."  Sara's voice was strong and very confident.  "It will be on low for a bit, just to get you warmed up, so don't worry about it." 

I debated begging for mercy, but the words died in my throat.  There was no way they were going to let me rest.  First of all, it wasn't in either Kari or Sara's nature.  Second, and this hurts to say, I ASKED for this.  I might as well have written in marker on my tits, "please hurt me and make me cum as much as you possibly can, regardless of how I beg."  So when Sara clamped the first set of contacts directly to my clit, I only let out a sharp hiss.  She didn't really tighten it down.  Why bother right?  Then she moved up to my breasts and my nipples contracted as she thumbed them quickly, then placed the electrical clamps, pinching my nubs tightly between the two metal plates at the tips of the tongs.   I hurt, but mostly because I had been wearing the screw clamp jewelry for so long. 

Sara moved around to the back of the couch again where I presume the electrical unit was.  I heard a slight hum and then gasped as my nipples and clit contracted and tingled.  It wasn't the sharp painful zaps that I had endured earlier, but these pulses that caused my skin to pucker and my muscles to tighten.  It felt...good, but it was distressing too.  My pussy, by nature of my position, was gaping open and the electrical impulses were causing the muscles of my vagina to contract, rather tightly too.  I'm sure my nether mouth resembled a fish, opening and closing it's maw.  Mistress Sara came back around to my front, holding my Husky dildo.  This is a rather large rubber cock that's nine inches long and pretty much three inches wide, complete with balls and a flat bottom.  Timing it perfectly, she inserted the tip into my pussy, then pushed as the pulse stopped, only to let me grip the phallus tightly again a moment later.  When it was completely inside me, she wedged the balls and base of the dildo against the sofa and towel under me. 

I've spent a good portion of my adult life stuffed with various sex toys.  Granted, probably not the majority, but since I masturbate relatively often, and have suffered at Kari's hands for several years before striking out on my own, having something in my pussy is no novelty.  In fact, I rather like being stuffed.  It provides entertainment, distraction, and sweet bliss depending on what's in there.  Women who wear ben wa balls on a regular basis are more sexual, more erotic.  A butterfly vibrator, strapped in place directly above your clitoris can keep you aroused and ready, or send you over the edge over and over.  I've actually spent days filled with sex toys.  Regardless of whether they are on or not, they can change one's outlook on life.  Combining electricity and forced muscular contraction with being stuffed creates whole new opportunities for indulgence.

I felt as if I were a puppet.  Every three or four seconds there was this tingle which caused the muscles of my pussy to tighten almost painfully around my super large soft skinned husky dildo.  This lasted another four or five seconds, then terminated, letting me rest for a moment before sending a similar jolt to my nipples.  Just as my pussy completely relaxed, it was forced to tighten around my dildo again.  There was no pumping, no strokes, not even any discomfort from the tightness of the clamps.  My life became this non-stop pulsing of my sex and breasts, over and over.  After what couldn't have been more than ten minutes, but felt like an hour, Sara turned up the intensity.  There still wasn't any pain, and I was surprised to find that certain parts of me could actually tighten up even more.  I know that had my husky dildo actually been Robert's cock, I wouldn't have hurt him, but at the time, I was sure I was pinching that rubber dildo in half.  Its a bit disconcerting not to have any control over your sexual organs.  Imagining not being able to control when you got hard?  Oh...  sorry.  I forgot you guys don't have control over that.  Um...ok...imagine what it would be like if you were tied to a bed and I was rubbing your cock and being really cruel, focusing on just the tip and not the whole length.  You would be desperate for me to rub your entire shaft, or even better, to straddle you and screw your brains out, right?  Well that madness is what drove me.  Orgasm was not an option since I couldn't change the pace and the electricity just did strange things to me.  Over and over.

Mistress Sara went to the bedroom door and looked in. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but shortly afterward both Kari and Robert came out of the back bedroom.  I couldn't help stiffening as my eyes took in Robert's latest accessory.  This time his cock was held upright with a few black leather straps that hooked to his harness.  But what got my attention was that the tip of his cock was stuck in this sort of ring vibrator.  I could literally see it shaking.  I could also tell that Robert was high near going nuts.  Obviously, the vibrating ring wasn't stimulating him in a way that would result in orgasm, but rather just sensitized his delicate tip.  I felt sorry for him.  How could Kari do this to him?  Both of them looked at me, watching as the petals of my sexual flower closed and opened around the rubber dildo embedded inside me. 

I’m not quite sure how long they kept me like that.  It must have easily been thirty or forty minutes, just splayed across the couch, thighs aching along with practically everything else.  Every once in a while, Sara went and turned up the tens unit.  It was done in increments, almost so I wouldn’t notice.  In fact, I didn’t for quite a while.  As the intensity increased, so did my reaction to it and by the time I realized that the jolts were actually painful, I was ready to cum.

Kari moved up to my outstretched body and without much in the way of preparation, grabbed hold of the base of my husky dildo.  Pulling it half way out, she gave me a wicked smile as I groaned, and then she rammed it back in.  She did this three times and on the third one I let out a shrill cry, my body trembling as my thirteenth orgasm washed through me.  It was pretty powerful too, no doubt spurred and accelerated by the electric pinches off my clit and nipples, not to mention a rubber stand in for Robert’s cock.

As soon as I was done gasping like a landed fish, Sara turned down the voltage going to my nipples and clit.  The pain was gone, leaving me once again with just the slow throb and tingle.  Kari of course pushed the husky dildo back in, wedging it once more between my pussy and the couch.  They left me like that for another ten or so minutes.  It was torture, because while I didn’t come again, it took me down that path.  You should have heard me moan in sexual despair as first the dildo, then the clamps, and finally the ropes holding me open were all removed.  Can you believe I wanted more?

Fourteen

Robert was suffering in front of me, and I would be lying if I said that it was worse for me.  The vibrating ring on the tip of his cock had him quivering.  He was standing practically at military attention, hands behind his back, outstretched cock so hard I could have hung a coat on it and not seen it droop.  As Kari helped me off the couch, I hoped that whatever was coming next would be a little easier on him.  My legs were wobbly.  You try spending almost an hour doing the splits while someone is shocking you into orgasmic ecstasy and see if YOU can stand!  I clung to Kari and she walked me around the coffee table until we were standing in front of her boy toy slave.

“Lay down on the floor, Robert.  On your back, hands beneath your head” she ordered.

Robert immediately complied.  Obviously his torment hadn’t left him wobbly.  Once again I was treated to his rippling muscles, his thick calves.  Of god it was awesome.  I love guys with muscular legs, especially calves. Robert wasn’t a runner, he was more of a weight lifter, but he must have been doing whatever leg lifts were necessary because there were these massive muscles moving under his skin.

I guess I need to quantify here for all of you guys who are suddenly feeling less than desirable.  Yes, Robert turns me on.  I mean his physique.  But I like all sorts of guys.  Just because I was lusting over Robert doesn’t mean that I’m always going to pick some burly weight pumping specimen.  I’ve had some pretty great screws with thin little nerds and I’m hardly about to give that up.  See, men are like jewelry: it’s all beautiful, you just need the right one for the right outfit!

Kari unceremoniously dumped me on the floor next to Robert, sort of without warning, which I didn’t think very nice, but I kept my mouth shut.  I resisted the urge to reach out and touch him, not knowing what my mistress had in mind.  I glanced up at her, my sex still moist, still wanting, hoping Kari would let me screw Robert.

“Bre, please take the vibrator ring off of Robert’s cock?” 

An excellent starting place, I thought.  The ring wasn’t exactly designed for vaginal penetration and would have hampered things if they were to proceed the way I wanted.  I quickly grasped Robert’s cock with my left hand while my right figured out how to get the thing turned off and pulled off.  Actually, it was really easy.  Evidently the band that was sitting just behind the head of his cock was actually rubber, and there was a bulge underneath where the vibrator was actually located.  I managed to get the whole thing off, and then with a few test squeezes, even found the embedded button.  Sweet.  Robert’s cock was standing straight up, like a flag pole, quite colorful at the tip.

I’m beginning to suspect that Robert had taken a rather serious dose of Viagra before my arrival.  It wouldn’t surprise me actually.  Kari is rather extreme and using a chemical enhancement of Robert’s usual sexual demeanor isn’t beyond her.  I didn’t ask, obviously, but in hind sight, that poor guy was rock hard for fourteen hours straight and was still pumping away when I finally left.  I hope she doesn’t do that often to him, because it’s medically unhealthy for him. 

Turning toward Kari, I held out the vibrating cock ring.  She took it without a word and deposited something different into my palm.  I stiffened slightly when I realized what she had given me.

“Coat him with it.  Every inch of his cock.  From tip to shaft.  And use only two fingers.”  Kari’s words were strong, as if she expected not a single word of protest.

And I wasn’t about to protest.  Hey, Robert is HER slave.  He CHOOSE this, and stays with her.  Swallowing hard, because I knew what he was about to experience, I quietly knelt beside him, unsnapped the cap, and squeezed out a generous dollop of cream onto my forefinger, and then began.  I started along the shaft, wanting to do his tip last.  Long strokes spread the white oily substance over his skin and before I had even done half of the circumference of his cock, he was gasping and trembling, his face bearing an expression of torment.  I hurried, moving faster, hoping not to prolong his suffering and I managed to get his cock completely smeared with only one more large squeeze of cream.  His cock was now bobbing up and down, jerking spasmodically as it reacted to the tingling coolness that quickly turned to unbearable heat.  I was so worried about Robert that I didn’t expect what was coming next.

Kari tapped me on the shoulder, getting my attention.  “Mount him.  Fuck his brains out.”

My eyes widened in realization.  This wasn’t a torture for Robert.  Oh yeah, sure, he wasn’t exactly feeling all sweet and comfortable, but he was just a prop, a tool, a DEVICE.  Quivering in a mixture of dread and excitement, I swung my leg over him, held myself above his trembling shaft, and lowered myself down.  The tip struck my sex and I immediately felt the cool tingle of the cream as it was transferred to the delicate and rather swollen flesh of my pussy.  Unfortunately, the tip of his cock slid upward through my petals, missing my hole, leaving a patina of white cream along my entire slit.  The head of his cock struck my clit as well and in seconds my entire sex was burning just like Robert’s cock.  I managed to get him in with a few rolls of my hips and a bit of up and down movement, and then I impaled myself, grinding down as my lower half exploded in sexual need, a chemically caused tingle, and a heat that almost seemed to set me on fire.

Lubrication is a very important part of sex.  Too little, and it’s not fun.  Too much, and it doesn’t really work properly either.  Fortunately, the human body, both male and female produces what it needs on a regular basis.  Guys put out a little, but girls do the most and it works pretty well, especially if there is the right stimulation to get the faucets going.  If not, well, there are a variety of different substances you can use, from KY Jelly, to honey.  I did an assignment one day where I used a variety of different lubes to see what was most effective.  Lots of fun.

I’ve used IcyHot before.  Actually I use a knock off brand that’s water based instead, which was lucky for Robert.  The real stuff is oil based and doesn’t come off easily.  My stuff, which is what Kari had given me, was a little weaker and not so extreme, though it still froze and burned like IcyHot.  Usually, when it has been used on me, it was either a punishment or a torture to up the ante.  It burns for a little bit, but it goes away after about ten minutes.  Trust me, it’s no worse than a figging.  I know.  Having ginger root up your ass can be much worse.

As I pumped and ground myself on Robert, the tingling sensation was the first to go, but not after ramping up my own sexual urges back near the top of the mountain.  If the climax of orgasm was the apex of mountain climbing, I was pretty damn close.  Robert was thrusting madly, bouncing underneath me so that I could concentrate on swirling my hips as he moved up and down.  It was incredible.  I was also putting out a lot of personal juice, which probably was pretty bad for Robert.  Not only did it reduce the friction inside me, but like I said, the stuff I put on his cock was water-based.  I’m sure that I was soaking him and no doubt the crack of his ass and balls were soaked, and probably burning as well.

But I didn’t think about that.  All I was thinking was up, down, shudder, oh god, up, down, again, ooooohhh yesssssss.   This went on for a bit and then Kari stopped my bouncing long enough to show me her a cream coated finger.  It danced in front of my eyes for a split second and then she was smearing it all over my nipples.  Back and forth.  Immediately it felt as if ice cubes had been pressed to my nubs.  I gasped, my areola puckering.  To be honest, it pushed me up the last little bit of my personal orgasmic mountain and I got to the peak, looked out over my world, and screamed in triumph. 

Okay, it wasn’t in triumph.  I cried out in pleasure as I had ANOTHER orgasm.  The fourteenth in fact.  This time I collapsed when it was over, my body shaking in a combination of heat and exhaustion.  Robert continued to pump, despite the fact that I lay like a wet noodle on top of him.  In fact, all my weight was on his body.  It felt nice and I was actually starting to doze off, which is saying something when your mattress is in the process of repeatedly running a seven inch muscle cream coated shaft through your pussy.

Kari tapped me on the shoulder, rousing me enough to look up at her with glazed eyes.  “Why don’t both of you go and shower.  We’ll have lunch when you’re done” she said.  Robert nodded and began pushing me up.  I helped him and got to my feet.  I was still shaky and I clung to him, letting him lead me toward the master bathroom.

Robert got the water started, towels laid out, and put out an assortment of trial sized bath soaps and stuff, to give me my choices.  I eschewed them all, preferring to help myself to Kari’s Dove cocoa butter soap.  I’m not finicky about my bath products, but still, it was nice Robert thought of that.  I spent the time getting out of my ankle and wrist cuffs, sitting down on the closed toilet cover.

He was still walking around the bathroom with his cock fully extended and I admit that I had every intention of cleaning him, getting on my knees, and sucking him until he exploded.  It was the least I could do, right?  When the water was ready, Robert held out his hand, pulled me up, and guided me into the glass encased shower.

It was easily big enough for two and Kari had installed one of those dual shower heads.  Robert had activated them both, which I didn’t know was possible, and we both luxuriated under the warm spray.  I felt the remnants of our freezing burning lubrication wash away from my body and I helped it along by using my fingers to gingerly clean between my petals.  Robert didn’t touch his cock, instead stepping back to let the spray clean him off.  I reached over to the shower caddy and got out the cocoa butter soap and managed to get it onto my chest, only to have Robert’s hand move to my body and began to massage and rub the soap in, turning me around and pushing me up against the wall so that he could work.

Have you ever gotten a massage in the shower?  With soap?  It’s awesome.  My back was aching and I hadn’t even known it until Robert found the knots and smoothed them out.   It was incredible.  His fingers played over my back, my sides, he even kneeled down, ignoring the hot spray of water, and did my legs.  Then he turned me around and did my front.  Disappointingly, he stayed away from my pussy and breasts, but I was still basking in the “oh god yes” mode that I couldn’t complain.  When he was done, he pulled me back into the spray and rinsed me.  I was clean, I was relaxed, and I felt renewed.  Sure, I wasn’t ready to have something put back inside me, but at least I was moving in that direction.

Then it was my turn.  I reached down to his cock, watching him stiffen as I poured a liberal amount of soap into my hand.  Quickly, yet as tenderly as possible, I began cleaning him, even soaping his balls and running my hands through his crotch.  He spread his legs wide and let me do it.  I ignored every other part of him.  I suppose I’m a bit sex-centric.  I wrapped my hands around his cock, pumped several times, enjoying the hard length, and then pushed him up against the wall, his back to the tile.

This time it was me who went down to their knees and I let just enough spray strike his shaft to wash it clean of the soap.  I opened my mouth, took him in, and tried to deep throat him.  It wasn’t easy of course, but I did it.  Robert is pretty long and big, which is something I’ve always noticed about Kari’s boy toys.  I wonder how she does it.  I mean seriously, when she’s in the process of selecting a new sex slave does she have this process where she turns to the guy and asks to see his dick, to see if he’s worth subjugating?  I’m trying very hard not to picture a line of guys at a bar, each with their pants down, trying to earn her attention.

I’ve been told that I’m pretty good at sucking cock.  I can actually make guys cum with just my mouth and hands and that actually is pretty good.  I made every effort with Robert as well, and I could tell that he was getting close.  I redoubled my efforts, eliciting a groan from him that only confirmed my suspicion that I was doing a damn good job.

And then he pulled away.

I glanced up, his eyes were closed, his face an inscrutable mask.  I still had his cock in my hand and I dipped my head again, wondering why he had yanked his dick out of my mouth.  He stopped me, his hands on my head.  Then he bent down, put his hands under my arms, and pulled me to my feet.

“Thank you, Bre.  That was wonderful” he said softly.

I blinked.  “But I’m not done yet!” 

“I know, Bre. But you have to stop.”

I frowned and I think I probably fumed too.  I wasn’t angry at Robert, but I admit I felt a surge toward Kari.  If Robert was mine I wouldn’t keep him from orgasming.  I’d make him pop as often as possible.  That’s what I would do. I HATE orgasm denial.  It’s just cruel.

I moved away from Robert, a mixture of hurt and anger running through me.  We finished up, doing our own hair and he didn’t touch me again, though what I wanted him to do was pin me up against the wall and use me.  I would have even been willing to let him have my ass if that would of resulted in his explosion.  In fact, I may have actually presented to him a bit, which in hindsight must have been pretty cruel.  Having me wave my pussy and well soaped ass around right in front of him, actually bumping his cock on occasion (deliberately), probably wasn’t very nice.

Robert turned the water off and grabbed one of the huge white fluffy towels and wrapped it around me.  We dried off, combed our hair, and then Robert got down on his knees again and began buckling the ankle cuffs around my legs.  With a sigh, I held out my wrists and he not only cuffed me, but actually clipped the little plastic buckle together, locking my hands together.  It was cute.  My collar came next and I tilted my head as he buckled it in place.

Fifteen

Would you believe his cock was STILL hard?  Definitely Viagra.  Or Cialis.  Or whatever.  He led me back out into the living room, pulling me forward by the arm.  Neither Sara or Kari where there, and Robert walked me toward the kitchen.  Exciting smells suddenly made my stomach rumble.  Kari was a decent cook, though I’m better.  When we lived together we swapped days for cooking and frankly my meals were always just a tad better done.  Kari made the comment once that my meals taste better because I cook them naked, while she wears clothes.  I’m not sure how that affects the taste of a meal, but whatever. 

In this case, Kari had managed a fairly impressive beef fajita dish with fresh guacamole and grated cheddar cheese with sautéed onions and red bell peppers.  Yummy.  I sat down across from Sara and we all chatted like we were real friends and not sexual partners.  It was… homey.  Of course, we all ignored the fact that both Robert and I were buck naked, while Sara and Kari were still dressed in their respective outfits and I admit I kept glancing at Kari’s bare breasts and hips.  It was quite distracting.

What did we talk about?  Oh, Sara told us about some of her recent cases, no details or names of course, but some funny anecdotes that had me laughing hard, my breasts bouncing up and down.  Kari told us about a new client who wanted to decorate in lizards.  Lizard wall paper, lizard lamps, lizard everything.  She was going nuts trying to locate lizard crap to put in his house.  Talk about weird fetishes.

Oh.  I guess people who live in glass houses….  Where was I?  Oh yeah, weird fetishes.  When Kari was done and started to pile things on the platter, she turned to Robert and asked him to get me seated.  He stood, taking my hand, and I followed him to the dining room.  Part of me was like “oh god, not again”, but part of me was ready.  The shower and the slight break from sex had been restorative and I felt that, while not actually ready, I could handle just about anything they did to me.

Robert had left a small bottle of lubricant on the hutch in the dining room.  Don’t worry, it wasn’t icy hot or even my generic water based version.  This bottle clearly said KY on it and he quickly managed to douse both the anal probe and the vaginal phallus with the clear fluid.  I moved without being asked, straddling the stool and lowering myself down until I felt the vaginal rod touch me.  It was a bit of work to get it in.  I had to literally prepare myself, working it in slowly due to a bit of tenderness.  Lets be honest, after being fucked up, down, and practically every which way, taking a nine inch tall, three inch wide robotic multi-jointed electrically operated vibrating dildo is no easy thing.  Oh, and don’t forget that while I was squirming around there was a thin four inch vibe sliding into my ass.

Once I got seated, I put my knees up on the padded leg rests and Robert quickly got me strapped and buckled in, once more providing me with just enough room to bounce up and down madly.  Things progressed rather quickly from there.  Plates were brought in, tortillas passed around, and just as I was getting used to being stuffed by the inanimate probes that were currently embedded in my ass and pussy, Kari hit the controls.

The first time I rode the stool Kari had started me off easy, with just the top two inches of the vaginal probe slowly corkscrewing inside me.  This time she went hog wild and it felt as if I was being fisted, pussy whipped, sodomized, and raped all at the same time.  The only thing that kept me from crying out was the large wad of fajita in my mouth, which I swallowed quickly to keep from choking.  My eating companions continued their subdued conversation, seeming to ignore the fact that I was gripping the table hard and was bouncing up and down in an effort to get as far away from my attacking stool as possible. 

Kari didn’t touch the controls at all and eventually I settled back down, my body becoming accustomed to the brutality.  The vibrator in my rear was buzzing at what I was sure was full power.  The thing in my pussy was writhing like a live snake, bending, screwing, and yes, vibrating too.  I tried to eat, but it was impossible and I ended up just sitting there, holding on to the table as my body dealt with what was happening.

Surprisingly, it dealt with it by turning up the heat.  Within the space of three or four minutes I was grinding DOWN on the damn thing, eyes closed, as my impending orgasm built up behind me like a flooded river held back by a dam.  I could FEEL it.  I began rocking, moving my hips back and forth and everyone watched me.  Kari suddenly got up and went to the kitchen, returning before the dam broke.  She moved around behind me, knelt down and put a hand on my bare foot.

A sharp pain blossomed in the center of my arch.  I heard the snap, so I knew what she was doing.  I glanced down and saw that a thick rubber band was stretched between her thumb and forefinger.  With the other hand she had pulled it back like a slingshot and let the elastic rubber strike my tender foot.  She moved to my right foot and my toes curled reflexively as she let another stroke of the band land right in the middle of my arch.  Back and forth she went and it was only maybe for or five repeats before my burning feet were now part of what was going on inside me.  Kari hit me across the toes, the balls of my feet, the heels, but she concentrated on the soft arches.

Let me tell you about my feet.  I’m very sensitive, and Kari knows that.  I’ve always loved having my feet rubbed, especially on the arch.  Kari used to run her finger nails along the soles of my feet, slowly and I would just quiver, right on the edge between blissful pleasure and being tickled.  Anything faster would send me into giggles.  She knows it.  Kari on the other hand, loves feet.  I’m not saying she’s got a foot fetish, but clean feet, especially mine in the right sort of shoes, really turned her on.  I don’t know about Robert, but Kari usually kept me either barefoot around the house, or in flip flops, or high heels.  And the heels were always open toed with the sides exposed.  That way she could see…you guessed it…the arch of my foot.  Now I’ve endured bastinado before from her.  I was tied down on my stomach and she had just done a rather brisk number on my rear end, leaving me criss crossed with welts, when she moved her little white plastic stick down to my bound feet.  There was nothing I could as she smacked me except cry and scream.  She grabbed hold of my big toe and went to town, turning the white soles, the soft arch, into a mass of red lines.  I couldn’t walk afterwards and spent several days limping.

As my rocket began taking off, the little strikes of the rubber band were almost lost in the rush, fire exploding through me as I began to orgasm.  I know now that it was my fifteenth one, though at the time I wasn’t thinking to clearly.  My vision turned red with little black spots running all along it and I let out a teeth grinding groan that would have turned heads, if everyone wasn’t already staring at me.  As I popped, Kari continued her little foot torture and I didn’t even feel it.  At least not until the wave started to subside, leaving me a blubbery gelatin filled mass of girl that wasn’t really good for anything.  Had Robert wanted to fuck at that moment all he would have had was a real blow up doll who just laid there with glassy eyes.

But it was the sharp snap on my arch that brought me back.  Sure, everything inside me was still buzzing, moving, shaking, grinding, but it was that little pain that made me gasp and turn.  The word “please” escaped from my mouth before I could stop it and Kari gave me one extra hard strike on my other foot before standing up and returning to her seat.  I expected her to stop the stool.  But she didn’t.  I began trembling in sensory overload, my legs pulling and pressing against the stool.  My pussy was at the edge of…something.  I can’t really describe it.  Maybe a metaphor?  Try sitting in your living room with the radio, television, and your laptop computer all on, all playing music or a show.  Different music and different shows.  Make them all just a tad bit too loud.  Now have someone start ringing the doorbell, calling you on your cell phone, and have someone tapping you on the shoulder to hand you a sandwich and a drink.  Lastly, imagine all this going on while I’m kneeling in front of you, my mouth wrapped around your cock while one hand strokes your balls.  Or if you happen to be female, imagine my tongue on your clit making you very very happy.  Hey, I’m bi.  Everyone knows that!  Okay, so does everyone get the picture?  Sensory overload.

I passed out.  Yep.  Fell right into my fajitas.  I’m told that I was very graceful about it.  My eyes rolled up into the top of my head, I gave a little shake, and then closed my eyes and fell forward into my refried beans.  When I woke up I was lying on the couch, covered in a blanket.  Kari was hovering over me, a concerned look in her face, and she told me I had been unconscious for about a minute.  I blinked, still having trouble understanding that I was no longer seated at the table, or stuffed to the brim with sex toys.  Kari hugged me, tears in her eyes, apologizing.

Wow.  Talk about weird.  It’s not like this is the first time she’s made me pass out from sex before.  It’s happened several times, and not just with her.  Really intense orgasms will do that to me.  As long as I’m not in a bathtub when it happens, and alone, I’m usually okay, and frankly, I’ve never managed to be able to make myself pass out, no matter how awesome a masturbatory session is.

I guess I need to buy a stool like Kari’s, right?

I spent several moments reassuring her, holding her, hugging her, stroking her hair and then the soft vulnerable apologetic Kari was gone.  In her place was the dominatrix Kari, Mistress Kari, get your ass back on the stool Kari.  Oh shit.  Robert was there to give me a hand, and Mistress Sara led me back to the dining room table.  There was no discussion as I was reseated, my punished sex once more getting speared as my ass was parted by the small, currently silent, vibrator.  This time it was Sara who strapped me in.

Kari didn’t touch the controls.  I got to eat.  Nothing moved inside me.  I was just stuffed, but I guess that was enough for Kari and Sara.  Lunch was excellent.

Sixteen

I had been a late lunch, so by the time I was released from the stool it was getting close to two thirty in the afternoon.  That left a little more than six hours.  I was, quite frankly, exhausted.  My pussy felt as if I had allowed a hundred men to each take their turn, while holding my legs up.  I needed a break to be honest and I think Kari understood that.

Which is why I ended up on the bed with Mistress Sara, except this time she was also naked and I was doing some rather nice things to her with my tongue.  Both Robert and Kari had stayed behind in the dining room and kitchen, ostensibly cleaning up our luncheon while Sara had let me up from the stool and taken me into the master bedroom.

I’ve made love to Sara before.  I like it.  She’s beautiful, talented, caring, and has some rather different techniques when compared to Kari.  Kari is all about extremes.  Sara is more subtle.  For example, during our very first tryst several months before, I was astonished to find myself tied with silk scarves.  Kari has NEVER tied me with a silk scarf.  Kari is all about steel and rope and real leather.  The nipple clamps Kari likes to put on me are heavy Japanese clover clamps, the kind that hurt and are very heavy.  The only nipple clamps Sara owns are these thin looking cotter pin type clamps that she barely attaches.  As she likes to say, the clamps are designed to enhance sexual experience, not dominate it.  They did hurt a bit, but in a very different way than Kari’s preferred hardware.

I’ve also never been punished by Sara.  Granted, that could just be because I’ve never submitted to her for any serious length of time, and I’m usually a pretty good girl if I’m getting my needs met.  A soft-handed Mistress or Master would find me pretty disobedient if I wasn’t getting enough pain with my sex.  Sara was a mixture of hard and soft.  Soft strokes down my body with hard flicks against my clit.  So when I found myself on the bed with her, I was pretty glad she asked me to rub her, touch her, and then use my tongue to make her cum. 

It took a good thirty minutes.  Not because I’m not talented, but because Sara was deliberately trying to stretch out the time.  Just as Sara’s fingers were wrapping around my hair, pushing me down hard against her clit as she gasped, Kari and Robert came in.  They witnessed her orgasm and then suddenly the king sized bed got a bit crowded.  I was tugged away from Sarah flipped over.  Robert was kneeling between my legs, his cock already moving toward my pussy.  Kari lifted a leg and straddled my face, putting her sex right on my mouth and I tasted the sweet and musky juices of a second woman.  Sara also got into the action, moving between Robert and Kari, with both women facing each other.  Robert penetrated me as he wrapped his hands around Sara, thumbing her nipples as she pressed her pussy against my stomach.

I couldn’t really see what was going on, since my tongue was in Kari’s pussy and my nose was buried in her ass crack.  Someone grabbed hold of my nipples and began tweaking them as Robert began a rhythmic thrust and we all moved to match his powerful strokes.  Thus I became the foundation for a foursome.  My sensitive flesh couldn’t handle it for long and I cried out my next orgasm, the sixteenth into Kari’s pussy.  Kari must have realized what happened, because she rolled off of me.  Sara followed and then Robert extracted himself.  Then Kari was moving to take my original position and Sara straddled Kari’s face, indicating that I should move over Kari’s midsection.  Robert moved back up and stuck his cock, still wet with my juices, into Kari’s pre-moistened Breanne certified snatch.  Then we started back up.  Robert’s hands were on my breasts and I couldn’t help feeling a sexual tension as we all rocked.  I reached down and began teasing Kari’s nipples and Sarah leaned forward, exchanging a wet kiss with me.  Robert’s thumbs duplicated the teasing on my own breasts and I moved up just a bit higher.  Sara’s tongue was in my mouth and Robert was running his hands up and down my back, which was incredible.  Then I felt Kari stiffen underneath us and there was a muted cry from between Sara’s legs. 

Geeze, it was like a Chinese fire drill!  Sara and I rolled off, Kari got up, and Sara went back down!  Then it was my turn to get eaten out and I straddled Sara’s face as Kari moved to Sara’s waist as Robert once again pushed himself into another woman.  I had never been eaten out by Sara before and frankly, she was pretty good at it.  Maybe not as good as I am, but close, which is surprising because usually it’s the slave girls who have those skills, not the dominatrixes.  To my surprise I found myself grinding down, once more feeling the urges of sexual need touch me.  I guess when you’ve got one person performing oral sex, while another is kissing you and playing with your nipples, it’s hard NOT to get turned on.

And then it was Sara’s turn to scream into my pussy.  I felt it.  She shuddered beneath me and we rotated again.  But instead of me getting to lie down, a hand stopped me and Robert was pulled up onto the bed and forced to lie down.  I hesitated, not sure of where I was going to be placed, but it was Kari who mounted Robert as Sara moved to his face and straddled him.  I was kind of left out of the whole thing, just a little desperate and horny.  I thought about grabbing one of his hands and letting him finger fuck me, but I was scared about taking the initiative.  Kari’s eyes closed and I watched as she too had another orgasm.

Seventeen

Kari pulled herself off of Robert with a wet sucking sound, leaving him standing at attention, his cock bobbing slightly as he continued to thrust and pulse.  Actually, it was quite entrancing, which made things much simpler when Kari grabbed me by the hair and pulled me over to Robert’s loins.

“Suck him.  Clean him off” she ordered.  Oh my.

Okay, nothing terribly new.  I’ve done this before.  Kari and I have milked guys before, including Robert, and one way to make sure that you can keep things going is to swap girls.  I’ve had my mouth on cock liberally flavored with Kari’s pussy and frankly, I liked it.  This time was no exception and I wrapped my lips around Kari’s boy toy and began licking him clean.

I think I should point out that there is a difference between licking a guy clean and giving him a blowjob with the intention of letting him or forcing him to cum in your mouth.  I kinda did the second one, which evidently irritated Kari just a bit.  She had gotten off the bed and gone into the closet for a second.  When she got back she yanked me off Robert and pushed me aside.  Sara had just watched through the whole thing, still riding Robert’s face.

Kari had a small towel in her hand, along with a particular object that I couldn’t help wondering why she had brought it out.  She patted Robert’s cock dry, giving him a chaste kiss on the tip.  Then she handed me the roll of duct tape.

Duct tape is an interesting stuff.  I was watching one of my favorite television shows on the Discovery Channel: Mythbusters, and I learned a lot about duct tape.  Did you know that this stuff is really strong?  It’s got a waterproof layer, a cloth layer, and then a super adhesive layer!  Evidently you can make things out of it like bridges and cannons and stuff.  I’ve never done that though.   What I have done is kept my hands against a wall with my legs spread while Kari took strips of the stuff and put them over sensitive and sexually suggestive parts of my body before wrapping me in a see thru gauze toga before going to our first Greek geek party our freshman year.  Needless to say, I was a hit, though removing the tape was a bit of trial, at least the pieces across my nipples.  That was very popular at the party as well.  The one on my pussy was a bit easier.  I guess if the “juices” soak the inside of the tape its waterproof qualities don’t hold up as well.  The one going through my crotch came off kind of by itself.

I suspected that I was about to get taped again, which I wouldn’t mind too much.  But Kari gave me a mischievous look and pointed at Robert’s dick.

“Wrap him in duct tape, Bre, and don’t miss any spots, including the tip.  Do it tightly.”

Okay, so this was a bit different.  I’ve never ever duct tape cock before.  I moved closer to Robert, ignoring Sara’s mewling as Robert continued to explore her depths with his tongue.  The duct tape let out a horrible ripping sound as I tore the first piece off, about twelve inches, and laid it across the tip of his cock.  I smoothed the tape down along the sides of his shaft.  It didn’t actually reach around him, so more tape came off the spool and I began wrapping it in spirals up his shaft, covering the skin.  It wasn’t a really smooth job.  Duct tape wasn’t really intended to be wrapped like this around an irregular object like a man’s dick.  There were strange ridges, bumps, and spots where the adhesive was exposed, but I did manage to cover his entire rod.  To be honest, it looked like some sort of alien cock.

Just as I finished Sara let out another cry and shook as she pressed down hard on Robert’s face.  Kari rolled her eyes a bit but smiled as Sara looked up and gave her a grin.  Mistress Sara lifted herself off Robert’s face, giving the poor man some air, and moved aside as Kari tossed the towel to Robert.

To his credit, Robert was still going strong and steady, and my admiration for his perseverance was growing in leaps and bounds.  Maybe Robert is the one.  Maybe he will outlast all of Kari’s boy toys.  Who knows?  What I did know was that he was taking an awful lot of torment, not just for me, but by having to service both Kari and Sara as well.  I realize a lot of guys out there are like “man, I’d be willing to do that!” but you have to understand that what I’m relating here is only a fraction of the abuses that Kari lays down on her boy toys.  I know.  She requires 24/7 nudity unless you’re going out.  I’ve frequently seen her slaves wearing harnesses.  Oral sex doesn’t just happen daily, it happens several times a day.  She spanks, whips, ties up, and does a variety of different things to keep her boy toys in a state of sexual arousal without satisfaction…well, except for HER satisfaction.  She’s a neat freak, a cleanliness snob, only accepts the finest things in life, and is controlling, domineering, and a bit cold.  Frankly, it’s hard to live with Kari.

Hard to live with, maybe, but she helped Robert into a sitting position and had him move to the side of the bed.  She turned her piercing eyes toward me and I felt my pussy ripen for some reason.  Ever seen a predator look at prey?  Yeah.  Or maybe a hungry guy looking at a piece of USDA Premium Select steak, cooked just the way he wants it.  I felt a little shiver go through me and then I was being pulled to the warm spot in the center of the mattress.  Kari pushed me down, glanced at Robert and then said “now fuck her.”

Uh…what?  That’s what went through my mind.  My eyes widened as Robert moved into position, the metallic tape covered rod bobbing between his legs like some sort of machine piston.  The tape had enlarged it and I cringed.  A little involuntarily, I began to close my legs, some part of me not willing to endure this new torment, but Sara grabbed one leg, yanking it outward so my thigh rippled painfully.  Kari matched the movement as Robert placed the tip of his cock against my pussy.

Thank god I was wet.  Seriously wet.  Because Robert’s tape covered cock was as dry as a bone.  He rubbed it up and down my slit, leaving me wincing and moaning as the rough ridges and folds of the tape scraped against my already bruised and battered sex.  I felt the tip go in about an inch and cried out.  It was rather rough, a little large, and distinctly uncomfortable.  But that didn’t stop him.  Kari gave him a little smack on the butt, obviously indicating that he needed to get a move on.  He did, driving another four or five inches into my pussy.  I gasped again and then he finished his impaling thrust, mashing the entire length into my sheath.  My pussy tightened around him, feeling the strange shape of his shaft.   Then he began to pump.

OMG.  Remember when I said his shaft looked like alien cock?  Well, if alien cock feels like this put me down on the list as being a xenosexual nympho humiliation pain slut.  Sure, it wasn’t that pleasant getting in there, but once it was, and Robert started pumping, my body reacted with a rather unusual intensity.  It was amazing.  Parts of me were rubbed that had never been rubbed before.  The strange ridges and folds were just wild.  I was bucking and moaning in like seconds, and as I came, not once did I ever wonder what Robert was feeling.

Does that make me a bitch?  Using him for my own pleasure?  In my defense, I’d like to point out that I was being used just as much as he was.  This was technically for Kari’s pleasure.  And Sara’s.  Evidently my rather vociferous explosion and subsequent afterglow aroused Sara’s interest and she asked Kari, rather politely too, if she could try it.  I was unceremoniously pushed out of the way as Sara took my place, spreading her legs willingly for the monstrous cock that had, moments before, left me a blubbering mass of xenosexual slut.

Alien cock indeed.

Eighteen

I laid on the bed watching.  To be honest, I wasn’t physically up for doing much more than that.  Every part of me felt as if I had just run a ten mile race, except my lungs, and the normal aches and pains of my exertion were letting me know that I was reaching the end of my endurance.  I glanced at the clock.  It was getting close to six in the evening.  That meant we only had about three more hours before Kari had to let me go home.  But I was also cognizant of the fact that I had endured a full seventeen orgasms in eleven hours.  That’s a lot.  I also knew that my previous record was eighteen, which meant that I technically only had to endure two more orgasms in order to break my record, which was the whole point of this assignment.

And don’t think for a moment that I had forgotten that fact.  I admit that as much as I love these assignments tasked to me, I’ve taken a lot of abuse for the pleasure of my fans.  How many girls do you know who would willingly strip naked in public?  Or walk backward, naked, down a rope stretched across her barn?  Or how about that time I had to put in my butt plug and at the top of every hour, pull it out and then sit on it, hard?  But I guess you know all about that since you’ve probably read my blog and the daily assignments, right?

I laid there while Sara exploded, her face slightly red.  When Robert pulled out, the tape didn’t come with him.  I guess double dipping into rather wet, warm, tight holes had caused the adhesive to fail.  Somehow, I’m betting the Mythbusters won’t be testing this use for duct tape.

Sara reached down and extracted the tape condom from her pussy with a look of irritation, but it came out easily enough and Kari couldn’t help laughing.  I looked over at Robert who was standing at the edge of the bed, his cock still long and hard.  I felt sorry for the guy. Really.  Sara eventually joined in with Kari’s laughter and I couldn’t help smiling myself.  Soon all of us were roaring, giggling insanely as we tumbled together on the bed.

When we finally calmed down enough, Sara and Kari exchanged some conversation about dinner and it was decided we were going to have pizza.  Kari volunteered Robert to be the chef, and sent him out to the kitchen with a playful spank and orders to make her favorite as well as a pepperoni for me.  Hey, what can I say?  I’m a plebian when it comes to pizza.  Kari is the one who likes all the vegetables.

Kari got up and went into the bathroom and I heard the shower start up.  When she came back, I sucked in my breath.  She was totally naked, evidently peeling out of her latex cat suit.  Granted, it didn’t expose anything I hadn’t already seen, but I find Kari’s natural beauty to be worthy of respect.  She is a Goddess and I willingly worship at her temple.  She took Sara’s hand, and then mine, and pulled us both off the bed toward the bathroom.

Don’t get me wrong, Kari has a huge shower, one that easily fits two people.  Try to fit three, even three the size of petite girls, and there isn’t much space.  I was sandwiched between my two mistresses as soap was handed back and forth.  No one washed themselves, not really, because wherever you put your hand, chances were that it wasn’t touching your own body.  Kari washed my breasts, Sara my back, my soap fingers went through Kari’s pussy, and so on.  Soft breasts and buttocks were constantly touching me as my own mounds rubbed soap across shoulder blades and the small of a thin woman’s back. 

It wasn’t exactly erotic, but it kind of was too.  Maybe a mix?  No one did anything to stimulate me, or anyone else, but I found myself being aroused anyway.  It was soft, loving, and just a little bit playful.  If you ever have a chance to do something similar I recommend it.  Granted, it was a bit lesbian, but so what?  I’m bi.

When the water got turned off I felt refreshed.  Yes, my pussy still ached, but it was a pleasant sort of ache, the kind you get after you’ve exercised and are really proud of yourself?   That’s it.  We stepped out of the shower, wrapped ourselves in warm terry cloth towels, and proceeded to get our hair combed and our bodies presentable.  This meant getting dressed for Sara and Kari, while I was handed my wrist and ankle cuffs, not to mention my collar.  Sara ordered me to go lay on the bed, on my back, while Kari went to check on the pizza.

When Sara was finished with her primping she approached me.  I was lying right where she told me, arms above my head, with my legs relaxed and straight out below me. Sara grabbed an ankle and pulled my leg out to the corner post.  I think I’ve mentioned Kari’s permanent bondage attachments on her bed, and Sara made use of those, connecting my ankle to the corner post quite firmly.  My other leg followed and I found myself shortly spread-eagled, drawn to the four corners rather tightly.

Kari came back in the room and tossed something too Sara.  I only caught a glimpse of something long and black before Kari blocked my view.  She was holding my toy bag and reached in, rummaging around.  I licked my lips in fearful anticipation.  What was she going to pull out?

My vibroballs.  Gosh.  Again?  These were handed too Sara who spent a minute or so working them into my tender pussy.  It took a moment because I wasn’t really lubricated, but a few moments of delicate and knowledgeable fingers working between my legs got the plumbing working and in short order both golf ball sized spheres were buried in my well.  I lifted my head as they got turned on, maybe at medium speed, and then I saw what Sara was holding.

It was a whip, in particular a cat-o-nine tails whip.  The cat was merely a cloth whip with a bunch of strips coming out of a handle.  The tips were knotted, but I know from experience that this whip was rather soft and didn’t cause much pain.  If Kari had wanted to hurt me she could have given Sara the leather sap I knew was kept in the bedside table drawer.  However, before I could brace myself, Sara swung, and the multi-headed whip hit me right between the legs.

She didn’t pull the stroke either.  She hit me hard.  Every dull throbbing ache exploded into fullness again and I groaned, my thighs trembling.  It hurt.  A lot.  She hit me again, the tips of the whip hitting my stomach while the main length near the handle impacted along my thighs and sex.  My pussy stung and I could feel my clit hardening.

I was so wrapped up with the pussy whipping that I completely missed Kari’s second exploration of my toy bag.  It wasn’t until she actually grabbed hold of my breast and let the wooden clothespin lock tightly onto my nipple that I realized I was under an assault from a different direction.  A sharp pain shot through my nipple and I cried out, which evidently ticked off Sara, since her next stroke was lower and the tips of the whip spread out right above my pussy.  The impact made me completely forget about my nipple though.

But Kari wasn’t done.  Another clothespin appeared and it went on my other breast, matching the first nipple clamping peg.  Both nubs ached and throbbed only to have the sensation wiped away by another rope pulling, muscle tightening, pussy reddening stroke that landed between my legs.  I cried out.  My hips rolled. I thrust upward to meet the whip.  Another clothespin was attached to my breast, this time along the side.

That’s how it went.  A harsh pain filled stroke would land on my pussy, sending sparks of fire laced pain through my clit, while another clothespin was carefully attached to my breasts, turning my chest into a clothesline.  When Kari ran out of room on my breasts, she started putting them on my sides, biting the tender spots under my arms, my side, and right down to my hips.  Each clothespin was spaced with another stroke to my pussy.  I was going nuts.

I had brought all of my clothespins with me.  Yes, I’m an idiot.  Thank you for reminding me.  That meant that Kari had a total of twenty four clothespins.  Of course, she also has some, another dozen or so at least, which she extracted from her bedside table drawer. I guess that Robert gets clamped as well.  Ouch.  There’s a thought, right?  After about twenty tender and pain ridden minutes, I’m pretty sure I looked like a porcupine or a hedgehog, since I was covered with little wooden clamps sticking up all over my body.  Thank god there weren’t any on my pussy!

“Oops!  All gone!  No more clothespins!”  Kari announced, much to my relief.  Then she held up the leather sap, holding it out to Sara.  “Let’s swap.”

I started to protest, only to have Kari put her hand over my mouth.  “You will accept this.  You will try to cum.  You will let us hurt you because you are a pain slut.  Do you understand?”

I nodded, tears and a bit of fear in my eyes.  I’ve been hit with the sap before.  I felt Sara’s finger touch my burning clit, lifting it slightly.  Then she raised the sap, moved her hand away from the target, and hit me.

I’m not sure what molten lava feels like when it touches your genitals, but I’m pretty sure it feels a lot like that stroke.  Yes, I screamed.  Yes, it burned.   Yes, I almost exploded just from that one smack.  I burst into tears as the pain washed through me and then almost went crazy when another blow, this time across my chest, struck me causing about four or five of the clothespin to snap off me. 

Before I had a chance to recover Sara smacked me again. Agony laced through me, starting at my clit and rushing up to my breasts.  Kari took her turn, removing a few more clothespins.  I didn’t really notice at that particular moment that she was saving the tips of my breasts for last, but she was.  Then Sara nailed me again and I rose up in this back arching wrenching stretch that was a reaction to the searing pain.  They kept at it, alternating strokes.  All organized thought in my brain shut down and I was just reacting, crying, screaming, hurting, cumming as they worked me.  Yes.  I was cumming.  My eighteenth, my record. 

Every couple of years I experience a rather remarkable type of orgasm.  It’s a rather intense type.  It starts off a full force, and then goes through a series of pulses, or waves, that never really drop in intensity.  Kari once told me that technically, I was experiencing a multiple orgasmic experience, where my body didn’t actually come down from the first orgasm before experiencing the second orgasm, or the third, or the fourth.  It just carried on.  I don’t have them very often.  In fact, I can only think of four times now, including the one I had that Sunday evening.  It’s too bad I can’t count each of those mini-orgasms to include in my record, right?  But what if someone ever assigns me to try and break my record again?  Impossible.

But that special orgasm is what I experienced while having one woman whip me between the legs and another literally remove three dozen clothespins from my body with another whip.  Oh, and don’t forget the buzzing vibroballs, which someone had turned to maximum at some point.  I can’t even remember how many waves of orgasm I had during this little event.  I only knew that I was cumming, and cumming, and cumming some more.

The last of the clothespins, the two on my nipples, were whipped off, coinciding with another surge between my legs.  The last stroke of the sap smacked me wetly and I passed out again.

Isn’t that anti-climatic?  You should have seen Michael complaining about the first draft of this scene when he read it.  He wanted me writhing in sexual agony and ecstasy.  But that didn’t happen.  I passed out.

When I woke up, my legs were free, though still wrapped in the ankle cuffs, the bed was littered in clothespins, and Kari and Sara were bent over my crotch, examining me.  I felt a finger probing at my sex and moaned, twisting away.  Sara came up, wrapping her arms around me.

“Are you okay, darling?”  She asked.

I nodded.  My throat was parched.  “Yeah.  Sorry.” 

Sara shook her head.  “Not at all. I find it very telling.  I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“There’s no damage” Kari announced from between my legs.  I looked down at my former and temporary current mistress.  “Bre has endured it rather well.  We can continue.”

I stiffened as Kari picked up the leather sap, fear washing through me.  I didn’t want to get hit again.  But she wiped the leather with a towel and then set it atop the nightstand, allowing me to sink into Sara’s soft protective arms.

Nineteen

I think I dozed off in that soft embrace and it wasn’t until the smell of baked pizza and Robert’s voice announcing dinner filled my ears, that I was able to rouse myself.  Sara gave me a quick hug and I found myself being led back to the dining room.  This time it was Sara who moved me around the table and I stopped in disbelief as it became readily apparent that Sara had every intention of putting me back on that damn stool.

“What’s the problem, honey?”  Sara asked as I halted.

“Please, Mistress.  I really don’t want to sit there again” I said softly.  Sara gave me a sympathetic look.

“I understand, Bre.  I really do.  But that’s where you have to sit” Sara said.  “Kari wants you on that stool.”

I cringed at her words.  I really really didn’t want to sit back down on the stool.  Sara took my arm and pushed me forward.  I didn’t resist, but I didn’t cooperate either, and she literally had to move my legs individually in order to get me to straddle the damn thing.  She pushed me down, hands on my shoulders, until I let out a soft ache filled cry as the two phallic probes penetrated me for the third time that day.  Sara lifted my ankles and made me kneel on the padded ledges as she clipped my ankle cuffs to the stool.  Then the waist strap went across my thighs and I was once more locked into place, held for punishment and pleasure, torment and ecstasy. 

Robert and Kari brought in the pizza and my mouth watered.  It was after seven o’clock and I was hungry.  One pizza was covered in red and green bell peppers, onions, mushrooms, black olives and artichoke hearts, while the other was a mix of pepperoni and Italian sausage.  Robert helped himself to the Italian sausage while I leaned forward, breasts grazing the table, as I snagged a slice of pepperoni.  It was delicious.  I licked my lips and as I was reaching for my second piece, Kari pressed a button on the control panel, making me stiffen in alarm.

But the only thing that happened was the first joint of the vaginal phallus began twirling inside me. It felt…good.  Not painful, not intense, just a slow stir that sent warm ripples of pleasant sensation through my loins.  With a sigh I pulled my second slice of pizza toward me and began to eat. 

Kari slices her pizza into very thin pieces.  She likes it that way.  She also likes crunchy cracker type crusts and uses those premade crusts when she makes homemade pizza.  We did that a lot in college.  It’s cheaper, quicker, and you don’t have to pay stupid amounts for toppings.  It just makes sense.  But it also meant I was reaching for more slices on a regular basis, and every time I reached for another slice, Kari pressed another button or dial on the control.  My third slice of pizza caused the vaginal phalluses second socket to begin moving and I felt a surge of wetness that had my pussy tightening around the impaling robotic cock.  My fourth slice started the anal vibrator buzzing.  My fifth slice caused the vaginal phallus to start jerking spasmodically, literally fucking me in a completely random pattern.

It became very difficult to eat. 

I kept jerking on my stool, lifting up a few inches and then driving myself back down as the mechanical finger fucker from robotic hell practiced single digit sign language inside my pussy.  It made my hips roll forward, backward, to the sides, and even move in a weird sort of herky jerk squirm as my sex was stretched, poked, prodded, and stroked.  I handled it though, holding back as I snagged my sixth piece of pizza.

That’s when the vibrations started.  I knew the vaginal phallus vibrated too, but it was just more than I could handle.  The whole thing was still twisting around and could barely hold back then.  When it began buzzing, the vibrations moved through and I could feel it in the thin wall between my rear end and my pussy, and even at my clit.  I put the pizza down after one bite, my hand going down between my legs.  I rubbed at my clit and exploded frantically, creating quite a stir amongst the other dinner guests.  Seriously, imagine yourself eating dinner when suddenly one of the other guests starts gasping and moaning and then bouncing up and down, finally crying out in one long orgasmic wail that makes the soundtrack to When Harry Met Sally come out mild.

When I came back down to earth, Kari looked me in the eye, ignoring my heaving breasts and asked me if I was finished.

“Yes, Mistress. I came again.”  I told her.  Both phalluses were still going at full throttle and I could feel the first vestiges of vaginal over-stimulation.

Kari gave me a sly look.  “I meant dinner” she said.

I blinked.  To be honest I was still hungry.  I shook my head.  “No Mistress. I’m not done.” 

Kari nodded and went back to eating.

“Uh, Mistress?  Can you please turn off the dildos?” I asked politely, clamping down as I felt the shakes start up between my legs.

Kari glanced back at me.  “I thought you weren’t done” she said mildly.

“I’m not done with dinner…” my voice trailed off.  Oh.  I get it.  I hung my head and looked down at my plate.  A half eaten slice of pizza lay on the ceramic stoneware.

“Then finish your dinner.”  Kari’s voice was rather hard.

I picked up my slice and ate it, trying desperately to ignore the earthmoving tremors and shaking going on between my legs.  It was impossible, and I quickly felt myself ripening again, to sore to orgasm, but too stimulated not to start thrusting once again.  I finished my pizza and looked at Kari expectantly.

“Are you finished?”  She asked me.  I almost nodded, but then thought about it.  Should I have another slice?

“What happens if I’m not?” I asked.  It was a daring thing to do.  Kari doesn’t take kindly to slaves mouthing off. 

Kari held up the control and showed me a big red button near the bottom.  “Then I press this button and you deal with the consequences.”

I squirmed in my seat, my pussy aching, wanting, pulsing, pushing, pulling, needing.  I realized I didn’t care what she did to me next, as long as I came again.  With a hard gaze at my tormentor, I reached out and grabbed my seventh piece of pizza, bracing myself for whatever would send me over the edge into orgasmic bliss.  I watched, my breath catching in my throat as Kari pressed the big red button.

Everything stopped.  That’s right.  The vaginal phallus stopped buzzing, twisting, twirling, spinning, and stroking.  The anal plug stopped vibrating.  Everything went quiet.  There were no pulses, no shocks, no thrusts, and no nothing.  My eyes widened in alarm and my body reacted by violently lifting up and down, trying to work itself against the phallus.  I looked at Kari in horror.

“Eat your pizza” she said, her voice like iron.

Oh my god.

I need to state that I am not used to denial.  Kari rarely if ever tortured me with orgasm denial.  I guess she’s grown a bit as a mistress since I left her service.  My thighs trembled, my body screamed for release. My breathing became shallow and rapid and I could feel my heart race.  If I hadn’t kept my mouth closed I wouldn’t have been surprised if I had hyperventilated.  I reached down to my clit, clearly about to masturbate myself to satisfaction, but Sara, who had been seated next to me, reached out, grabbed my hands, and quickly locked the wrist cuffs together behind my back.  Then she tightened the waist strap, preventing me from even bouncing.

It took me a few moments to master myself, calming myself down, telling the raging animal of my libido to take a cold shower, to bury its head in the sand.  I couldn’t touch myself, and the strap across my thighs prevented any and all movement.  It was abominable.  I hated it.  It was torment.  It was painful.  It was…torture.  Pure and true torture.  I would have eagerly returned to Kari’s bed for another pussy whipping.  I would have let Robert’s alien dick covering penetrate me any where, even up my ass!  I would have willingly mounted the wooden horse, if only Kari would turn everything back on.

I sat like that for about fifteen minutes.  Fifteen minutes of hell.  Finally Sara released my hands and I was able to finish my last slice of pizza.

“Are you finished now?”  Kari asked me.  I nodded.

“Yes Mistress.” 

Kari grinned.  She turned toward Robert.  “I’m in the mood for dessert. Please untie Bre and take her to the dining room and mount her on the coffee table.”  I shivered.  Dessert?  Coffee Table?  What next?

Twenty

Robert came over to me and unclipped my ankles from the stool and released the strap.  I groaned, clinging to him as I rose, having to twist slightly in order to allow the vaginal phallus to come out.  It was locked in a weird shape, like a corkscrew and I had trouble envisioning the thing moving inside me.  Robert held me, supporting me, as we went to the living room.

I sat down on the edge of the coffee table and let Robert do his thing.  He lowered me onto the surface gently and then lifted my arms above my head.  Shortly I was once again secured, my legs and body spread across the coffee table like some sort of obscene centerpiece.  This time Robert had spread my legs to the sides of the table, so that the edges bit into the backs of my knees as he ran a bit of cord between the D links on each of my ankle cuffs.  To make a long story short, I was tied quite securely.

Robert spent a few moments running his hands up and down my body, which I didn’t mind, though I wished he would push a finger, or even his whole hand up into me.  I was still terribly horny from the phallic stool and I wouldn’t have said no to just about anyone.  As Michael lightly ran his finger over my nipple, causing me to jump, Kari stuck her head out of the kitchen doorway.

“Robert, chocolate or vanilla?”  Kari asked.  I looked at my captor and he had a surprised expression on his face.  Evidently he doesn’t get dessert all that often. 

“Chocolate, Mistress.  Thank you.”  He bowed his head slightly and Kari disappeared back into the kitchen.

“You okay?” I asked him, a little concerned.

He shrugged. “Better than you I’m guessing.”  I snorted, a very unladylike sound.

“I’ve at least cum a few times today.”

He gave me a grin.  “You’ve had nineteen distinct orgasms so far.”

I cringed.  I had already beaten my record.   And in less time than I had agreed to stay at Kari’s.  I figured Kari was going to try to up the ante.  I returned Robert’s smile.  “I wish that I had been able to make you cum.”

He shrugged.  “Maybe Mistress will invite you back soon for a milking.” 

Poor guy!  That’s what he’s hoping for?  Geeze!  I grimaced and nodded. “Yeah, maybe.”

That’s when Kari came out.  She was holding a large serving spoon and nothing else.  Sitting in the dead center of the spoon was a large oval shaped glob of rich chocolate ice cream.  It wasn’t melting either, which meant it was very cold.  Robert looked up at her in surprise, but then there was a glimmer of understanding.  I lifted my head as Kari moved down to the end of the table.  It took me a bit longer than Robert.

“What are you doing?  Kari?  What?  Wait! Ohh God!  No…..oooohhhh” 

It was cold.  It was colder than cold.  It was icy.  It was colder than icy. It was like somewhat had shoved a snowball’s worth of liquid nitrogen into my pussy.  Melting chocolate coated my petals and began leaking down to the crack of my ass and then Robert was there, licking me, driving his tongue into my body to get at the chocolate.  Kari paused for just a moment, looking down at me, before returning to the kitchen.  There were some clattering china and then both Sara and Kari returned, each with small bowls of ice cream.  Kari also had one of those aerosol cans of whip cream.   They settled down on the couch to watch as Robert ate, or more accurately, licked the melting ice cream out of me.

I went numb after about thirty seconds, which was good, because my pussy was hurting.  The shock of the cold, combined with the heat of the earlier dinner entertainment certainly created enough of a disparity to immediately liquefy anything even remotely frozen.  Robert moved quickly and I put my head back down on the table, closing my eyes, trying to ignore his probing tongue.  It was impossible.  Worse, it was almost as bad as the phallic probes at dinner.  He didn’t concentrate on my clit, only occasionally grazing it, and my thighs kept trembling from the strain.

“Here Robert, how about some whip cream?”  Kari suddenly asked.  Before I could lift my head I felt a freezing cold stream of air strike my clit, almost immediately followed by a thick cold cream that coated my entire nub.  Robert’s tongue was dabbing at it almost immediately and I moaned, finally feeling the rising surge of my need.  I lifted my ass, pressing my sweet pussy up to his mouth, letting his tongue and lips roam at will, but always pushing, always presenting the parts I wanted nibbled first.

Another shot of whip cream had me screaming and Sara muffled me with a spoonful of vanilla ice cream.  It had come from her bowl and I exploded with ice cream in my mouth, ice cream in my pussy, and Robert’s hot mouth sucking my clit, stabbing it with his tongue.

Everyone finished their dessert and I endured the continued licking for another ten minutes.  Finally Kari collected Sara’s bowl and gave Robert a dangerous look on her way back to the kitchen.

“Get her cleaned up and back out here.  Full restraints.”

Twenty One

I was carried to the shower.  Robert had released me, but evidently I was still dripping chocolate and he didn’t want to stain the floor, so he literally picked me up, kept me at an angle, and carried me to Kari’s bathroom.  I was set down in the stall and he spent a moment removing my cuffs and collar.  Then he pulled the handset sprayer from the holder and quickly turned on the water. 

He at least had the decency to wait until it warmed up.  I was already a bit cold, so the last thing I wanted was a direct stream of cold water on my pussy.  But when Robert directed it up between my outstretched legs, it was bathwater warm and rather gentle.

“Do I make a good bowl?” I asked him.  He grinned.

“The best.”

“So what’s Kari going to do to me now?” I asked, just a tad bit curious.  When we had entered the master bath I had gotten a glimpse of the clock.  It was just a tad bit past eight thirty, leaving Kari with less than half an hour to do anything further to me.  She might just end it there, except I still wondered about that “full restraints” thing she told Robert.  I asked him about it.

“You’ll see” was all he would say.

Robert cleaned me out by spreading my petals and sending a direct beam of water right up inside me.  It wasn’t a douche or an enema, but sort of a mixture and it pretty much got rid of all the chocolate.  I washed myself and then Robert turned off the water.  He handed me a towel and I patted my loins and thighs dry.

Robert led me to the bed in the master bedroom, sitting me down as he quickly put my wrists and ankles back in their respective cuffs.  My collar was still on, so he didn’t have to do that.  The little clock on the nightstand said it was eight forty one. Robert walked over to the clock and then opened the drawer of the nightstand, removing two objects. 

The first was a blindfold, the classic black eye mask.  He slipped it over my head and I took a deep breath as sight was denied me.  I’m not big on blindfolds or gags, but I suppose we have to give in some time, right?  Then he kissed me on the mouth.  I opened my lips and he pulled back, only to replace his tongue with something hard, made of rubber, and vaguely spherical.  I recognized the rubber ball gag I had worn earlier. 

He pulled me too my feet and turned me around.  My wrists were cuffed behind my back and then I was slowly walked forward until I sensed we were back in the living room.  I could hear Sara and Kari chatting, but the conversation stopped when Robert and I approached. 

“Stand right there, Breanne.  Don’t move.”  Kari said.  I felt Robert step away and then I was alone.  I turned my head, unable to talk, barely able to move, and I felt, or maybe sensed someone standing in front of me.  I jumped when a fingernail touched my left nipple, followed almost immediately by the sharp bite of a set of my duck billed clamps.  My other nipple was shortly tormented in the same way, and whoever had clamped me stepped back, leaving me to the direct agonizing pressure of my overly tight toys.

I felt another touch on my leg, this time on my thigh and I took a step, widening my stance as I felt another touch, this one on my labia.  I let out a little moan as something was slid through my petals.  It wasn’t until it was pushed inside me however, that I realized that someone was inserting my vibroballs for the umpteenth time. I let out another muted moan as they were activated, rather strongly too, on what I still suspect was near the maximum setting.

That was when I felt Robert lifting me.  His strong arms picked me up, swinging me, and I could feel the tug of the wire running from my pussy.  We only went a few steps and then I was lowered down.  I put out my feet so that I could stand, but felt nothing.  Then, as we went lower, I felt something graze both thighs.  In a flash I realized what was happening and I let out an agonizing shriek that came out through the gag like a simple squeal.  The blunted edge of the wooden horse cut up into me, pressing dangerously and fingers parted my sex to make sure that I would ride correctly. 

With my hands tied behind my back, I was in no position to support my own weight and even pressing in on the sides of the device only gave me temporary, and rather weak, relief.  In less than a minute I was rocking back and forth, my bruised, abused, and swollen pussy was in no condition to endure another ride on the wooden pony, but evidently that made little difference to my tormentors.  I kicked a bit and felt Robert’s hand helping to keep me balanced.  Then my sex was pulsing and I began to rock in earnest, trying to keep the pressure from hurting me in any one spot.

As soon as my hips were wildly thrusting, someone, or maybe two someones attached the weights to my ankles.  You try having an extra sixty pounds added to your weight when you’re mounted to a semi-sharp edge of wood cutting up into the sensitive and tender spots between your legs.  I went crazy.  The problem however, was that I was getting turned on.  Seriously turned on.  See with every thrust I felt the wooden spine of the horse biting into me.  My nipples throbbed.  My pussy ached and buzzed.  I began literally humping the horse, dragging my sex and then clit along the wooden edge.  Over and over, the minutes passing by as my legs ached and my entire crotched protested in agony.  I rocked back and forth, putting my weight on my ass, my perineum, and then slid forward to run the wooden ridge through my pussy to my clit.  It became almost religious.  Rock backward, hold it as long as possible.  Rock forward, hold it as long as possible and try to cum.  Rock backward.  Repeat. 

I’m not sure how long I rode like that, but it seemed forever.  I actually started having a pins and needles sensation in my pussy along my labia.  I shifted again, pain bursting up through my loins.  My chest heaved and then someone was hitting me with a whip, aiming for my rear, which only made me buck more violently.

“Do you want off the horse?”  Kari’s voice whispered in my ear.  I squealed into my gag and nodded violently.  Duh.  Of course I wanted off the horse.  It hurt.  Another stroke of the whip across my rear sent sparks of pain exploding through me.

“I will let you off the horse if you agree to stay until morning, Breanne.  Let me make you cum some more” Kari whispered.  “Otherwise you have to cum to get off.  Just nod yes and I will have Robert pull you off.”

What a terrible choice.  I had responsibilities, people relying on me.  Who would feed the animals at five am the next morning?  I couldn’t stay, could I?  It hurt so bad.  But if I stayed, what would Kari do to me?  I would have to cum more, over and over, and I was so sore.  And then the horrible truth occurred to me.  She would just put me back on the wooden horse at some point, regardless.  I drew in a shuddering breath and shook my head no.

A rather hard stroke across my breasts tugged painfully at the nipple clamps and I shook in desperation, trying to keep my balance, but also to lean forward enough to pinch my clit between my coccyx and the horse.  It was tough and I did it a few times, but not enough.  Kari hit my tits a few more times.  Then the whip was brought down on my pussy, striking my clit and thighs and I cried out, tilting back, exposing myself as a target.  Whoever was hitting me picked up the pace and the whip struck repeatedly smashing against my clitoris.  I let out another scream as my twenty first orgasm rushed through me like a wrecking ball and I endured a major spasm, jerking wildly against the horse as hands moved to grab hold of me, keeping me balanced and firmly seated until I was finished.

When it was done, I slumped against Robert’s arms.  It wasn’t that I was ignoring the burning hurt between my legs.  I just couldn’t do anything about it.  There were hushed whispers around me and then I felt fingers at my ankles, unclipping not just the weights, but ripping the velco fasteners of my ankle cuffs.   In moments I was free and much lighter and Robert lifted me off and deposited me on the couch, wet, sore, and incredibly tender. 

My wrists were removed from the encircling cuffs, as was the dog collar.  Tender fingers stroked me, my hair, my face, my arms, even down to my legs.  No one dared touch me where I had just endured my ordeal.  They left the blindfold on till last, finally pulling it from me with some last act of drama.  I blinked, trying to take in everything.  Both Kari and Sara sat next to me and Robert was sitting kneeling in front of me, a look of concern on his face.  I didn’t even notice I was crying until Kari reached up and wiped away a few of the streaks on my cheek.

“You did great, Bre.  Twenty one” she said, wrapping her arms around me.  I just melted into her arms. 

Epilogue

I think we both cried for a bit, which in retrospect seems a little odd.  Finally, when I regained my sense of composure, I discovered that Robert had very generously packed my duffel and laid out all of my clothes.  Gingerly, and in no particular hurry despite the clock reading thirty past nine, I put my tee shirt, panties, and blue jean shorts back on.  I gave Sara a peck on the cheek, promised her to get together soon, and then turned to Robert.

He was still naked and there was still a thin rubber ring encircling the base of his cock.  I grabbed him, hugging him tight, and thanked him for all the sex.  He gave me a tight squeeze in reply. 

And then I was read to go.  Only one further goodbye awaited me, and Kari was standing at the door, her hands filled with a cup towel from the kitchen.  I stepped up to her with a tiny smile.

“Thanks for helping me out on this one, Kari” I said to my former mistress.  She smiled and shrugged.

“Anytime.  You know that.  You’re always welcome here.”

“I know” I replied.  She cocked her head at me and gave me a knowing look.

“Do you remember the last thing I fucked you with that first night?” she asked.  Her face was inscrutable and I looked at her, eyes narrowing.

Did I remember?  How could I not?  Kari had waxed me, whipped me, and then fucked my up and down with a variety of vegetables, culminating the entire experience by forcing an eight inch long cucumber as thick as my wrist into my pussy.  The truly memorable thing happened the next day however, when Kari’s mother cut up the cucumber and served it to us in our salad.  But for Kari, I nodded.

She pulled the towel away from her hand, dropping in on the floor and I realized she was holding a huge cucumber, at least as big as the one she had forced into me that first night. 

“For old times sake.”

I gave her one of those looks.  “Please, Kari, you can’t be serious.  I’m sore!”

Her eyes hardened and she gave me a look that would have melted solid steel.  “You don’t have to cum, just keep it in until you get home.  That’s all.  Now bend over the table, pull down your shorts and panties, and spread your legs.”

I have a problem with following orders.  It’s not that I refuse to do them; it’s that a well toned order, no matter who it’s from, generally has a good chance of being obeyed.  I’m just wired that way.  My pussy was tender, bruised, swollen, and I really didn’t want to walk out of Kari’s apartment stuffed with a huge cucumber.  But the look in Kari’s eye, the sense of command, it was all there.  Some part of me screamed “no no no no no!” in the darkness of my mind, even as my fingers snapped open the button on my shorts.  I turned around and stuck my thumbs in the waist bands of both my shorts and panties and I pushed them down.  They seemed to move of their own accord, falling down to my knees before my spread legs stopped them.

Kari keeps a little table by the door, ostensibly for keys and not for the occasional vegetable rape of nympho humiliation pain sluts.  I bent over it, my heart racing, as I stuck my rear end out, arching my back.  Kari put her hand on my back and then I felt the cool rounded end of the cucumber touching me.  Kari didn’t just ram it in.  She slipped it along my petals until the remnants of my last orgasm along with some rather fresh reactionary juices coated the tip.  She twisted it, swirling it through my pussy, and then positioned it directly at my hole and began to push.

Yes, I am equipped to take something that size.  No, generally I don’t do it standing, or bent over.  I grabbed hold of the table, knuckles white as Kari worked it into me.  And when I say work, I mean it.  She had to really screw it in.  The angles were wrong.  I squirmed as she inserted the vegetable into me and a few whimpers later and quite a bit of discomfort, I had the majority of that eight inch cucumber stuffed into my pussy.

I wasn’t wet enough for us to worry about it slipping out, or maybe it was the angle.  Kari let go of it and then reached down, pulling up both my panties and shorts.  The giant pickle made a huge bulge in my panties, but my shorts were more of a problem.  They were really short and pretty tight, so when Kari managed to get them in place, she had to pull up several times, even as I straightened out.  This only managed to force another inch or so of the cucumber into me, almost making my eyes pop out.  It was tough, but Kari managed to get my shorts in place and snapped.  I felt full and very uncomfortable, but sexy too.  How many girls walk around with a cucumber shoved up inside them?

Kari gave me a kiss and we hugged.  Then my bag was put in my hand and everyone crowded to the door as it was opened and I stumbled out onto the landing.  There was no doubt I was walking funny, and I thanked god that all of Kari’s neighbors were in their own little domiciles and not out walking around.  I waddled (yes waddled) down to the stairs and then started down them.  Each step forced the cucumber in and out of my pussy, and by the time I reached the bottom I could feel copious amounts of juice wetting my sex.  When I got to my car, I realized my shorts and panties were soaked.  I grabbed a towel from the back seat and tossed it down, and then very carefully, sat down.

Never ever drive a stick shift sedan, while stuffed with a cucumber, after riding a wooden pony.  Twice.  Every time I moved the stick I felt the cucumber shift inside me.  By the time I was half way home I was thrusting involuntarily, moving crazily.  I realized I wasn’t going to make it, at least not without wrecking.  She knew this.  She knew it and did it to me anyway.  I pulled over to the side of the freeway, slid my seat back as far as possible, and managed to get my shorts and panties down. 

This time, the angle and lubrication were enough and I barely caught hold of the cucumber as it shot out of me, no longer held in place by my clothing.  I shoved it back in, rather violently, one leg stretched across the center console with one foot up on the dashboard.  My left hand pumped the cucumber in and out while my right found my clit.  It wasn’t that long before I let out a car rattling scream, exploding with a wet squirt that literally splattered the brake and accelerator pedals.

It took me a few moments to calm down.  The cucumber was mostly out, but I remember Kari’s orders.  She wanted me to keep it in till I got home.  Well…okay.  I gently pushed it back in, brought my leg back to the driver’s side compartment, and shifted until the bottom end was pressing down into the towel.  I kicked off my shorts and panties, put them on the passenger seat, and got back to driving.

Sure, I was naked from the waist down.  I had an eight inch cucumber stuffed inside me.  I had just spent almost a full day being sexually tortured to the tune of twenty two different orgasms.  I was bruised, tender, sore, achy, wet, horny, desperate, satisfied, dissatisfied, demanding, needy, scared, eager, willing, reluctant, and everything in between.  That first night, almost ten years ago, was repeated perfectly.  A whipping and a waxing, followed by phenomenal fucking, and ending with a powerful orgasm, while wrapped around a giant cucumber.  How’s that for yin and yang?

I made it home without incident, which is good, because I’m not sure I would have been able to explain my lack of lower attire, much less the cucumber to a police officer.  When I pulled up to the farm, I tugged out my cucumber, with much regret I might add, and got back into my clothes. I wiped the thing on my towel as I grabbed my duffle bag and carried both back into the house.  There was just one more thing to do.

My mother was in the kitchen and she smiled warmly as I walked in.

“Hi, Bre.  How was your day with Kari?”  She asked.

I grinned.  “Explosive.  You know how Kari is.”  My mother nodded.  She was blissfully ignorant of Kari and my relationship, but she had known Kari for over ten years.

“What did you do today?”  My mom asked.

“She redecorated and had some new furniture she wanted my opinion on.” I replied blithely.  “And her friend Sara came over so we ate together.”  I held out the cucumber.  “Oh, and Kari gave me this.  Said I should eat it tomorrow in my salad.”

My mother took it.  “Is it washed?”  She asked.

I didn’t hesitate, shrugging.  “You know Kari.”

“Yes, Breanne.  I do.”

Next Week’s Assignment:  (Assigned by Master Brandon) Breanne,

The End

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