Our charming lady enjoys the learning experience as she finds out to a greater extent and more about herself.



The Sugar Cane grove - Chapter 2



As another day bloomed on the tropical island, she couldn't help thinking about what the evening might bring ?

Was it possible to OD on kink ? In the back of her psyche she wondered if she could overdo it and suit blasé ? Certainly would not desire that to happen - she was enjoying this too much. She vowed to discus it with her new friends later. For now the pocket billiards beckoned and she stretched out - enjoying the warm tropic sun.

When she wandered into the independent edifice for luncheon it was a continuation of the morn awakening.

The exact antithesis of the night before ! June had apparently had a change of heart, for Eric was sitting with her having tiffin. June saw her enter and waved her over to join them.

It was a little uneasy sitting at the tabular array with Eric - this is the first clip she had seen him in any way clothed and not in some way restrained. She looked around and saw Steve and Sharon enjoying an intimate lunch - holding men and looking every bit the felicitous tourists.

June saw her surveying the aspect and understood at once.

Laughing lightly she said"come on Cynthia, we can't run around being perverts all the time !"

She was right and it brought a smile to Cynthia's lips."You're rightfield of trend - it just seems as if that's been the direction of everything over the retiring couple of day. I was thinking about that out by the pool - perspective, position, linear perspective !"

They sat enjoying their luncheon. No one was at any of the nearby tables so they could tattle freely.

Eric said fiddling, deferring to June, who smiled as she observed Cynthia glancing at Eric.

"Yes I'm sometimes a breeze"she admitted."I know he is supposed to be locked up all week, but he was so very good last night, I decided to give him a break today. And besides, he's not totally delirious - I never allow that ”.

Cynthia glanced at Eric who still said nothing, then seeing no sign of anything limiting his freedom, looked quizzically at June.

As if her husband were not show June explained, obviously amused at Cynthia's unasked question."My husband is a hopeless masturbator"she said."If I don't ascendance him, he's constantly playing with himself."

Eric was now visibly embarrassed as Artemis gave him a squint-eyed glance.

June continued, a lot to Eric's soreness."When we decided that we would live on a femdom marriage, Eric gave me dominance of his cock and nut - didn't you dear ?"she asked her husband. He answered sheepishly in the optimistic, avoiding eye contact with Cynthia.

"So, whenever he's not otherwise restrained, I have a span of little miniature that I use to make water sure that he refrains from self insult. He's wearing one now"June explained."Eric, my lamb, our friend is curious about how I control your dick - why don't you explain to her what you're erosion and how it works."

"Yes Ma'am"Eric answered, recognizing the sanction in his wife's voice. He turned to Artemis and explained….

"Before we left the way today, Mistress locked my penis into a Kali tooth ring to prevent me from touching myself without permission. It is a device that discourages an erection, and makes any touch to my penis painful. I'm required to bear it, or some other physique of chastity device that we have whenever kept woman allows me to be otherwise unrestrained."

Artemis felt the now all too familiar spirit thrill as she listened to this man describe how his wife kept him locked up to forestall masturbation - to drill complete control condition over his sexuality.

First last night, and now again she realized it turned her on to see a man submit and have up control. She fell right into her role.

Ignoring Eric, she asked June what a kelpwort tooth pack was. Almost clinically June explained the device, telling her that it was a metallic element sleeve that was locked around the shaft of the phallus, just behind the head, the interior of which was lined with sharp spikes.

She went on to explain how when the phallus was flaccid it was only mildly uncomfortable but that as the member began to swell when becoming erect, the spindle would dig painfully into it. The more it grew, the more it hurt until finally, the pain would make the erecting subside.

Artemis was watching Eric with amusement as his wife was casually explaining to her the manner in which she controlled access to his member - controlled him sexually.

He was clearly embarrassed at being discussed this way. but she noticed something else.

"It really is quite effective"continued Julie."Tease him a little and watch what happens.

Cynthia looked around to see if anyone could see them, and finding that the plants behind the table gave them some privacy, let her bridge player slipperiness onto Eric's lap, gently teasing.

She felt the all too intimate twinge between her peg as she let her fingerbreadth play around his crotch, feeling the hard metal through the cloth of his drop-off.

Running her finger along the ray of light of his prick, feeling the schema through the pants, she felt it begin to tighten up at the like fourth dimension that she heard Eric sharply inhale.

"He's such a fornicatress he can't mastery himself"Julie said as she watched her booster ribbing her husband's cock."He knows how badly it's going to smart, but he can't help himself."

"He looks like he's in actual hurting"Cynthia observed as she watched Eric try to be active as little as possible, with beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Oh he is"smiled June."I love to see my fantastic husband in botheration. Later, I'll show you what's causing him to make such a fuss. It's quite diabolical in that he's the one causing his own pain sensation !"

"Shall we go and enjoy ourselves ?"June asked Cynthia who readily agreed.

"Eric, you have the afternoon to yourself."Julie ordered."But don't think I've forgotten your misbehaviour. I expect you to be in your cell, naked and restrained, before the sun goes down. I'm sure we'll be able to put you to good use later this eventide"she told him as she gathered her purse to leave.

The two women wandered outside, enjoying the tropical sun tempered by the chilling breeze.

Without even talking about it they found themselves walking toward Cynthia's room.

Once inside Cynthia turned toward her acquaintance - no Logos were spoken - they just slipped into each others'embracement - hands searching and stroking, lips meshed, tongues intertwined.

Moving over to the bed they were soon a lust fevered mess - arms, peg, clothes all entangled, and neither of them caring.

Cynthia found herself lying between June's far-flung wooden leg, ever so intensely licking at the soft sheep pen, probing with her tongue, then taking the swollen clit between her teeth and pulling. As she relaxed her bit just enough so that the enwrapped clit slowly slid out, rasping against her teeth, June explode into a convulsive sexual climax, her juices soaking Cynthia's grimace as well as the sheets.

Cynthia, knowing how sensitive it would be, simply placed her tongue against June's button. Not moving, just a gently tramp pressure as she felt her liver's gradually subsiding spasms.

They lay quietly for a while, June enjoying the afterglow of her vivid sexual climax, just holding each other. Cynthia was aroused and unsatiated, but not concerned - they had all afternoon.

Besides, she was enjoying the gently building sensations caused by June's fingertips lightly teasing her nipple. So very decent. So unhurried.

Just lying there, literally able to feel the nipple protrusion and hardening as the finger's breadth slowly circled and teased, and wondering where those fingers might end up succeeding and hw long they would take to get there.

June interrupted her titillating meanderings."So are you set to draw our way to the keep this afternoon ?"“ Ummm - always"she answered"feeling that piffling twinges that thoughts of maneuver stirred.

"Well have you given any thought to what you'd like to do ?"her champion asked, now leaning over and blowing ever so gently on the same mammilla she had been teasing.

Artemis could literally feel the nipple trying to irrupt - she wanted so badly to experience June's tongue on it, but waiting patiently.

"You've played a little with the Guy, and you've watched a lot"continued June, her mouth so close to the pap that her breath as she spoke sending frisson all the way down to Cynthia's cunt.

"Would you like to put me through my tread, or would you like me to constitute you scream ? June asked, ending the query by twirling her tongue around the nipple.

Cynthia jerked visibly as the tongue touched her self-conceited nipple.

She stopped to think. On the one hand it would be so practically fun to have June at her disposal, to hear her groan and cry out in her restraints as she used a whip on those very medium share of her physical structure.

On the other hand, memories of her initiatory escapade came rushing back. imagination of herself being strapped down, open and exposed, while June exercised what Cynthia now knew to be a level-headed streak of harshness.

It was hard to say if it was those thoughts, or June's finger lightly teasing her prick that almost sent her over the edge.

detection her indecisiveness, June told her that before she decided, she needed to be mindful of a few things if she was considering submitting

"First sexy lady, as I think you've seen, I play hard. I won't injure you. I won't leave any permanent sucker and we can discourse ahead of time anything you really don't want to do, but outside of that, well let's just say that I will want to learn you scream !"

Cynthia shuddered at the images that command conjured up in her mind, at the same time, letting herself go to the rattling feelings coming from her pussy as June continued to gently slash and bug her. Not yet putting a finger inside her - just making her crave it as she gently but incessantly stroked the outer lips.

"Beyond the physical facet, I really focus on the mental.

A academic session can be as intense mentally, or probably more so than physically. The body generally does not remember pain - but the mind certainly remembers the head trip that it has taken."June continued.

Now her finger's breadth was ever so gently nudging the out lip apart - just barely stroking between them, but the wetness was already abundant, and Cynthia moaned at the sensation.

"One thing that I do differently than most is that I don't use safewords ”. Cynthia opened her center quizzically and June continued to explain, though not stopping her stroking and teasing.

"Most of the BDSM residential area religiously uses safewords in swordplay. Those are Good Book, agreed upon ahead of prison term that if spoken by the"victim ”, automatically stop everything.

For some they're amercement and certainly to each his own. For me"June continued as Cynthia tried to listen attentively while feeling her pussy Menachem Begin to tumefy and throb,"they completely destroy the whole genial side of what I do ”.

Confused, Cynthia turned her point in spitefulness of the wonderful notion coming from between her legs. June was enjoying that she had Cynthia's care - both regarding what she was talking about as well as what she was doing, and went on.

"When I am prevalent in a sitting, I want my victim to be in the mindset that can only come when they realize that I and only I am in control and that whatever is going to happen to them will fall out whether they want it to or not. It is complete surrender. Complete trust. Complete relinquishing of control. All that is completely destroyed if they realize that all they have to do is say"red"or"asparagus"or something."

It made sense thought Artemis and she even tried to say something intelligent in response, but all she could do was groan as June's fingerbreadth finally slipped between her now satiny lips and teased her clit.

She felt June kissing her way down her body moving so slowly toward her throbbing and oh so poverty-stricken sex. Finally just as she felt a finger slip inside her she felt June's backtalk circling her clitoris. Another finger's breadth joined the low and by spreading her fingers, June began to dilute her vagina.

The feel was indescribable and grew in waves. Just as she thought it could not get any more intense, June withdrew one of the slick fingerbreadth and nudged it against Cynthia's ass, itself slick and wet from the juice that had been seeping from her vulva. The finger slipped inside easily and Cynthia thought she would die from sensory overload - lips sucking her clitoris while June rubbed her finger together inside her separated only by a thin membrane.

Artemis thrashed and jerked on the bed, hearing what seemed like a length voice crying out"Yes - God Yes - I want it - I want you to take me and blister my snatch - I want you to wee-wee me shrieking ! ”. As she came in violent cramp, finally realizing that the vocalism had been hers.

As the two women lay together in each others'arms, June reached over ad stroked her friend's face gently."Wow"was all Cynthia could say, though she said it several times.

"Well love, did you mean what you said, or was that just throes of passionateness talking ?"June asked.

"No - I meant it"said Cynthia."That judgement shattering coming probably let it out, but ever since Robert locked me in the cadre, and then later, when I watched Sharon taking her slit flagellation, it's been on my mind ”.

June pulled her finisher, both charwoman enjoying each early."Just brand sure it's what you want jazz, and make sure you want it from me. As I told you, I play rough. No safety Good Book. No clemency. If you play with me you will scream, and beg and plead for it to stop and it won't.

Think about playing with Henry M. Robert - he can be roughshod but he doesn't share my need. I need it all ! I want your psyche and your torso and for at least a scant time, I want your soulfulness ! ! !"

Cynthia hardly hesitated."I know all that. I've watched you with Eric and with Robert. I've jumped into this with both feet. I want this - no I need this, and no, before you ask, or mention it, no subject how bad it is, I won't hatred you when it's over."

Junes said nothing for a patch - just stroked her lover's hair and face.

Finally she got up and pulled her dress from the entangle mess, dressing herself as she found each point. As Artemis started to do the same, June stopped her.

"Not you love. Your time starts right now, and right now, I want you naked for me ”.

Cynthia had not expected that, and even after her escapade with Henry M. Robert several days ago, it was strange. Embarrassing but arousing too.

Even though she had just shared a bed with June, and they had explored each other's trunk in the most cozy possible detail, it still caused her to find a blush and at the same time, her familiar flush at being naked while June was fully clothed.

She felt herself going down the road of submission when June dangled a pair of handcuffs before her, offering them with the Word"behind your back fan ”.

She found herself confused at the sensations and tactile sensation that rushed over her as, standing naked in front of her protagonist and lover, she fastened one manacle around her left wrist joint, then putting her hired hand behind her back and fumbling for the other cuff, placed her right wrist joint in it. She felt almost overwhelmed as she closed the manacle, hearing the ratcheting speech sound and feeling the handcuff tighten on her radiocarpal joint at the same clock time.

She took a mysterious breath as she stood bare in front of her friend, hands cuffed behind her, waiting…

June enjoyed watching her friend's embarrassment - she knew quite well the effect she was creating.

"Now my lovemaking, before we move on, let's public lecture a bit. And oh yes, even though I've got you just the way I want you, you'll have one more chance to bet on out ”.

"Remember I told you that I don't use safe words. That will go for our session today. I want you completely my love ”. June whispered as she walked behind her manacled friend and lover.

"So, since once I get you in the keep, you're mine. We need to speak about your demarcation.

Everyone has thing that they just don't deprivation, that scare them to much, that they find distasteful or even disgusting. Now is the fourth dimension to tell me your deepest and darkest fears and turn-offs. I want you frightened, trembling, skittish al at the Saame meter, but I want it in a hot way for us. So now is the clock time to utter to me."

It was all new to Cynthia but June helped her talk it through.

A lot of kissing and stroke of her captive and soon June had a skillful idea of what was fair secret plan and what would be left alone.

So it was prison term to propel on. She was really attracted to this woman, enjoyed making love with her, so she knew the school term would be special. She wasn't sure how their budding kinship would be affected by what she was going to put the sexy youth woman through, but she had a respectable impression about it.

"Ok my sexy little lover. It's decision sentence ”. I've enjoyed having you naked and cuffed in battlefront of me More than you can cognize, and I am really, really looking forward to having my way with you in the keep.

But, I put the manacle on you before we talked so bazaar is fair, one more fortune to vary your mind.

Here's the key to the handcuffs. Say the password and I'll unlock them, you can get dressed and we'll enjoy a overnice dinner together, with hopefully an encore of our good afternoon delight.

On the early hand, if you don't want they key, we go to the donjon and you're mine for as farseeing as I want you ”.

As she spoke she walked around behind her captive, reached around and began stroking and teasing her. First massaging the delightful breast, teasing then pinching the teat, enjoying watching the result as Cynthia leaned back against her, moaning at the caresses.

Leaning forward and almost whisper in Cynthia's ear June let her digit slip down the front of the woman's body - lingering here and there."What's it gong to be my passion"she whispered as at her touch modality, Cynthia's leg parted, giving access.

"As the man said in"The matrix"do you want the red pill or the blue devil pill ? Dinner or the dungeon"as she let hr fingers dance lightly over her intent's swollen sex.

"The dungeon"hissed Artemis as she thrust her hips forward, trying to increase the pressure on her needy cunt.

"So be it"June murmured as she removed her hand, eliciting a gasp of foiling."Don't say I didn't give you the luck to alter your judgment, and don't say I didn't warn you ”.

June reached into a bag and pulled forth a paid of clover clamps which she held up for her lover to see.

"These my love are what we call clover clamps. They go on shall we say sensitive parts of body. And, for your pleasure and use, they have a distinctive feature. When you pull on the little corduroy, they tighten. The harder you pull, the tighter they get, so it's almost impossible to pull them off ”.

Artemis's eyes widened a she watched June feeler with the clamps. She felt first her unexpended teat, then the right teased and stroked tell they were erect. Then, just as she thought she had mentally prepared herself for the bite of the clamp on her boob, June knelt down, nudged her legs apart and began stroking and pulling her outer labia. Before she could register what was happening she felt the excruciating taking into custody as the clamp were applied to her kitty backtalk. June next produced a leash, which she clipped to the chain connecting the two clamps.

Those feelings were overwhelming her again - just as when Henry M. Robert had her locked in the mobile phone.

She was naked, handcuffed and now had a leash effectively attached to her sex.

Just as she was trying to digest it all, June intruded into her idea."Pleasant surprise too, my love"she said as she lightly held the end of the troika.

"Robert has let me know that all of the Edgar Albert Guest not into our life style have left - only us perverts remain. That means I can pack you to your fate without releasing you and without covering you up. You might be seen by some of the staff, but they're used to us by now.

So what say we move to a more suitable venue….."she said as she headed toward the threshold, giving the leash a light tug.

Cynthia jumped and squealed as the drag tightened the clinch on her labia and pulled them out and away from her body. June had not lied. As the clamps were pulled they indeed bit down harder.

Cynthia did not need a second reminder. She scrambled to follow close behind June, trying to keep the rope slack. As they walked across the lawn, she experienced again that acute Benjamin Rush. Here she was naked, hands cuffed behind, her, being led by her puss with no choice but to obediently postdate.

Once inside, June led her to the Lapp cell in which Henry M. Robert had kept her confined.

Such a unknown feeling as June opened the door and motioned her inside. She heard the lock click as the door closed.

darn she loved that tactual sensation ! ! ! June beckoned her over to the bars, then reached through and removed the clamp. Cynthia gasped at the painful sensation that flashed through her vulva - they hurt far more coming off ! ! June just smiled."I'm going to go take a shower and get prepare for dinner. You can hold off here. The cuffs stay on because I know that if I took them off you'd just be playing with yourself as soon as I left.

And now that you're here, you need to learn my rules. You do not utter except to serve a motion. If you address me at all my title is Ma'am or Mistress. Do you have any dubiousness ?"“ No mistress"Cynthia answered - loving the spate of voicing her submission.

June left her in her cellphone, naked, handcuffed and very lots alone. She found herself on the small cot, wondering what June had in computer memory for her. Wondering how she had transitioned so quickly from making dearest with June in the comfort of her room a brusk time ago, to being naked in the mobile phone, restrained and waiting to be tormented.

Her thoughts were interrupted when June walked back in. She sat waiting, surprised that June had returned so soon. June said nothing - just looked at her - then it came to her with a thrill - the rules Robert had given her.

She jumped up moving to the ginmill."Too deep my passably"June said, smiling wickedly. She left and came back with leather handlock.

following June's pedagogy she turned around and presented her cuffed wrists through the bars, feeling the handlock loosen, then be removed. June tossed the leather manacle through the bars, instructing her to buckle them on wrists and ankle. When she was done, June produced two diminutive padlocks for the turnup on her wrist joint, then ordered her up against the legal community.

On command she extended her arms up, spread apart, grasping the bars at the top of the cell. She felt June fastening them, and found that her wrist were locked above her point, far apart. Still trying to get by with the line on her wrists and arms, she felt her feet being drawn apart and likewise fastened far apart to the bar. She found herself spread in a homo X signifier, pulled against the bars, naked and exposed as June stood before her, admiring her handwork and enjoying the expose woman in front of her.

"We have convention my love"she said, stroking Cynthia's facial expression gently through the prevention. You could have enjoyed the relative comfort of the cot while you waited for me to consume dinner party and join you, but since you chose to disobey the prescript you don't get that.

Tell me what prescript you broke."Cynthia looked at her erstwhile lover and now tormentress and answered softely"Ma'am I was supposed to acquaint myself at the bars when I heard you enter, spread out open as much as my restraints allowed and hold that position until ordered or until you left. I'm sorry Ma'am I forgot - it won't happen again ”.

"Of line it won't dear Cynthia"whispered June.

Since I can't depend on you to follow didactics and move to the bars, I've solved the trouble - you're at the parallel bars and I've made certain you'll just quell there ”. She reached through the bars to caress and ride her captive - toying with her breasts, rolling the mamilla between thumb and digit, eliciting a soft moan.

"well enjoy dear"she said as she turned away."I'm going to enjoy a decent dinner, and when I come back, we'll play."

Cynthia moaned in defeat when June removed her hired man after teasing her. The reality dawned on her and she groaned.

She was fastened tightly against the bars of the cubicle. June had left almost no falloff, so all she could do was stand against the bars, arms and leg spread wide, and waiting. And she knew she had a long wait - it was not even five o'clock when they had come down. Dinner was at 7 so her best guesswork was that she would be tied against the bars for at least the succeeding three hour. She resigned herself to her ordeal - since she really had no choice.

As time slipped slowly by she was at a loss to interpret the idea and emotions rushing through her mind.

Objectively, from the perspective of the autonomous pro that she was, this was pudding head. There was no better word for it. She was paying a lot of money to be on this marvelous island. She should be by the pool, enjoying a frigidness drink, perhaps getting a delightful massage in the tropic sun.

Instead she was naked, tied, standing against cold blade measure, in a very lewd position, unable to do anything but let seconds plough to minute of arc and wait.

Waiting for June to return, when she would be taken from the cell, fastened to some of the diabolical devices and tormented. She had been promised that she would suffer until she screamed. What sane person would let themselves in for that ?

And yet she wouldn't have it any other way ! The moth-eaten sensation as the occasional air from the candid window blew across her bring out vulva let her have it off that she was wet - but then she already knew that she was aroused. Her twat was actually throbbing letting her know it had become scarf out and was in need of attention. She actually yearned for June's return - craving the pain in the ass she knew would come.

Her reverie was shattered by the auditory sensation of approaching steps. Hoping and dreading that it might be June, she was disappointed, then wildly embarrassed when she saw it was Eric.

Confused at maiden she then remembered June's education to her husband - to be locked in a cell before sun down.

remembering that her failure to obey the rules had gotten her in her present quandary she said nix. At the same time she feel a peak crawl over her as Eric stood in presence of her pickings in the beautiful picture that she presented - nude and spread open, pulled tightly against the ginmill. This was what she had both dreaded and anticipated with a shiver ever since Robert had told her the rules and made it clear that she might own her bleakness pressed against the bars for other people.

And this was Eric. The Sami man whose shaft she had teased, causing him to become erect inside a glasswort teeth ring. The same man whose own embarrassment and humiliation she had enjoyed and participated in as he described his chastity regime.

Now she was strapped naked in presence of him, her bosom and kitty on show. Embarrassed as she was she could not deny the intimate shiver.

Eric was obviously equally well versed in the rules and did not want to run afoul of June.

He proceeded to remove his own dress, folding them and stacking them neatly on a nearby chairperson. Naked, Cynthia could see the device that had intrigued her so much earlier in the day. It was a alloy stripe about an inch widely that tightly encircled his phallus. It was locked into place with a pocket-sized brass padlock. With the spikes on the inside of the band that June had described, it was obvious that it could not be removed without the key.

In spite of her own stressful bondage, Cynthia found the found the idea of controlling a man in that fashion terribly exciting. He cock was still there as always, but to refer it would cause pain. Intercourse or masturbation were out of the question.

His wife had effectively transformed his manhood into a useless process, and she held the key !

Eric entered the cellular telephone next to hers and she heard the room access shaft shut. He had locked himself in as ordered. Only by turning her head, which was stressful, could she see Eric, so she contented herself for the virtually part with just staring straight ahead at the empty room.

She studied the raising rack and the whipping post - both of which she assumed she would be experiencing before the Nox was over. Now, with Eric in the cubicle next to hers, the breeding wheel took on a altogether new outlook.

Yes, she had been fastened into the thing before but that was with no one present but Robert, who thanks to a sexual crescendo created by time of day of vamper and denial she desperately wanted to make love her.

This would be dissimilar. To be strapped down, then opened widely so every part of her was on display… she shuddered at the thought.

She was not an exhibitionist. Even lovers in her"former"life-time had never seen all of the detail that the raising rack would display. She could not help but turn her headspring to glance at Eric, wondering how he would react when she was displayed like that.

When she saw Eric he of course of study could not make out what she was thinking - he had himself been meddling complying with June's instructions.

Cynthia again felt her upsurge at the restraint that June wielded and the compliance that Eric displayed. As apprize he had restrained himself. He had obviously been given instruction manual on what was expected. He locked his ankle into restraints with a short chain. He had locked a thumbcuff around his penis - just behind the head and in front of the tooth ring to which a two fundament Ernst Boris Chain was attached. The former end of the strand was attached to a ring on the front line of a blanket, stiff leather collar.

The string was just short enough so that he had to keep his question bowed forward in order to still the pains on his prick. Finally after attaching a twosome of manacle to his ankle simpleness, he had cuffed his deal behind his back.

The position was uncomfortable and would very become severe. But it was hot ! ! The mind that this man would on command not only lock himself into the cell, but place himself in strict control, with no way to free himself, was just fucking hot ! !

She turned her head forward again to relieve the tension, but she just couldn't assist it. From meter to sentence she had to turn her headspring to look at the lost man on the floor in the other cell. Naked, his shaft locked to his collar and fastened in a hogtie, the image was too erotic to omit ! ! !

As she stood there, naked and broadcast she tried all sorts of mental exercises to take place the time. She could separate from the minuscule barred window that it was glowering outside.

June would be enjoying dinner with Tom, Sharon and Robert. She wondered if the pretty gentlewoman would be thinking of her standing au naturel and unresolved, fastened to the taproom, muscles cramping from the tune.

It seemed absurd to her, but the mental paradigm of the diametrically controvert function thrilled her.. And besides, no matter how uncomfortable she was pulled against the streak, it was better than poor Eric. A moan from the tightly retrained man caused her to look over her shoulder again. The positioning was clearly stressful. wooden leg pulled up behind him, promontory pulled forward. The bad matter for both of them was that neither had any inkling how farseeing they would have to endure.

She almost found herself dozing in her restraints when she heard the away door receptive and step come through the large room on the other side of the threshold.

Remembering Robert's words from what seemed like an timeless existence ago, she wondered briefly who would be entering the doorway to see her naked and spread wide. She had braced herself for a chemical group viewing when the door opened and only June came into the way.

Smiling she walked over to her wrapped, stroking her face before letting her paw drift depressed to lightly badger a swollen pap."I know love, I'm cruel for leaving you like this, but you have to find out the pattern, and besides, I could always have left you like inadequate Eric ”.

"I understand schoolmarm"Cynthia replied, remembering to address her tormentress properly.

After all she had just spent several 60 minutes n a punishment position - she certainly did not want to wee-wee things worse.

Expecting to be released, she was a little surprised when June entered the other cadre and began caressing Eric."My wretched beloved husband"she cooed."So consecrate and obedient. I know this is an awful placement. You're going to be here for a while, so let's get you adjusted for a lilliputian longer arrest.

With that she unfastened the hogtie and removed the concatenation clipped to his cock, leaving him with his hands cuffed behind his back. She went out and came back with a spreader bar, which she fastened to his briefly freed ankles, then helped him to stand in the midsection of his cell. She helped him take awkward steps until he too was against the jail cell streak. The short-change mountain range that had been fastened to his cock was reapplied, the early end wrapped around one of the parallel bars, then it too was attached to the pollex handlock on his putz.

Looking at him sideways, Cynthia could see the event of the slavery - he was standing against the bars, hand behind him, legs spread, held there by his phallus. Again, all he could do was remain firm there, knowing better than to speak without permission, and of course with no idea how long she would keep him there.

As June stepped into her own cellphone and begin fiddling with her restraints, Cynthia felt a combination of excitement and fright. Her waiting was over. June was getting ready to return her what she had asked for in the throes of passionateness.

But the nag thought kept coming back -"could she lead it ? Would it be too lots ? Had she asked for to a greater extent than she could handle ?"She quickly reasoned that it didn't subject. June had made her fate clear to her and she had passed by all the prospect to deepen her mind - and there had been many.

June released her hands, pausing briefly to massage her aching articulatio humeri, before bringing her arms behind her and fastening manacle on her wrists.

Cynthia understood. There would be no prospect to change her mind. To dash. To try to rush along out of the mobile phone and outdoor to freedom. While her hired man had been repositioned, her feet had remained fastened all-encompassing apart to the Browning automatic rifle. As June began working to relieve her ankles, her hands had already been cuffed. She was easily controllable. A leash clipped to the collar that was quickly fastened around her neck was used to top her out of the cell, into the dungeon.

She was led to a table that she had not noticed the endure time she was here.

Another rush of recollection. Last prison term she had been here it had been Robert and Eric who had been naked and crying out when the party whip struck them, while she had been in sexual overload. Now it was she that was naked and restrained. What an incredible spate of sensations and emotions…..

The table was about waistline high school with two inflexible upright piano t about a quarter of the way back from one end. June helped her up onto the tabular array then positioned her with her feet between the uprights and her straits at the other end. She had to lie slightly sideways because of her helping hand cuffed behind her.

June produced a extensive Velcro strap that came up from under the table, went across her hip joint, then back under the table where it was cinched tight. Only then did June help her sit up and take away the manacle, replacing them with widely, padded cuff. Pushing her back down, her hands were fastened to a strap at the promontory of the table.

Pulling, tugging and stretching until finally her helping hand were fastened tautly above her headspring. Any curiosity she might take had about the vertical was quickly satisfied.

Padded manacle were attached to each ankle. first-class honours degree one then the other leg was raised, with the knee almost touching her pectus, then brought to the outside of each upright, where the manacle was attached to a steel ringing.

When she understood the military position she felt a flush going from her face, down to her upper berth breast.

It did not matter that June had seen her naked many meter already, had explored all her confidant places with finger's breadth and spit. This was different. The way that her legs were forced back and apart literally raised her ass, as much as the shoulder strap at her hip allowed, off the mesa.

June quickly quashed any question she might be harboring about the outcome her position, as she walked to the foot of the tabular array, between her gaping legs and began stroking her."I love this billet for a woman"she murmured as she let her fingers play over the break asshole and pussy."I call it for obvious reasons, the napkin lieu.

And as you've guessed, and as the name suggests, there is absolutely nothing left to the resource. This is as exposed as a woman can be ”.

Spread as she was, she could feel the chill breeze of the air conditioning tickle the exposed inner membrane of her vulva - causing her to realize how obscenely gap she was.

"Don't worry love"June went on, never stopping the stroking and teasing."Rest assured that later tonight, when the others show up, I will turn you into my jade. But for now, for this, it will be just you and I. When you break knock down and riot - I mean really scream from your someone, I want it to be just you and me ”.

Cynthia shuddered - both fear and rousing competing. The arousal from knowing that June wanted something so intense to be between just the two of them. The concern at the noesis that she would have to suffer more pain than she probably ever had in order of magnitude to get there.

June picked up a multi-thonged party whip and showed it to her dupe. As June let it dangle in from of her face, Cynthia felt fear. It looked wicked.

"This my love is a martinet"explained June, as she sensually stroked the tightly braided individual flip-flop."It's not particularly heavy, but what it lacks in impact is more than made up for by the knotted goal"

Sure enough Artemis saw that each lash was not only tightly braided but ended in a belittled greyback. Even without ever having experienced it, there was no doubt it would hurt.

She lay there trembling as June let the tips of the someone thongs lantern slide over her breasts, watching the nipples harden as the leather teased and softly caressed.

Cynthia knew this was just a prelude. She knew that June was savoring the moment - enjoying the combination of her helplessness, her obscene exposure and the knowledge that she would soon be causing her lover to scream for her.

The first apoplexy came without warning and Cynthia cried out, as much from surprise as at the completely unexpected pain in the ass that surged through her left breast. The lash had caught her breast squarely.

The effect was twofold. The thongs were just sonorous enough to cause the pain to shine mystifying into her breast, but sorry, the Earth's surface of her boob felt like dozens of bee stings where the petite knots had done their body of work.

Before she could cry out or say anything, June went to work in earnest on her breasts.

first gear one, then the other, then the thongs splatting across both breasts, causing her nipples to palpate as though they were being flayed.

She made no attempt to be Stoic - her short titty just suffer too a good deal. She cried out freely as June kept hitting her white meat without let-up. Her restraints held her in position while June enjoyed watching her lover's boob go from white to pink to a much darker shade.

Finally she stopped, setting the whip to the side and gently stroking her victim.

Cynthia was moaning, but found herself eagerly kissing the digit of her tormentress and lover as they came to her oral cavity. Her breasts felt like they were on blast, but while she welcomed the respite, she knew that June was not through,

She felt June's fingers gently stroke her hypersensitive breasts and pap before slipping between her legs. She moaned as finger's breadth slipped between her labia, enjoying the hotshot. She could feel the moisture seeping from her pussy down toward her ass and wondered how she could be so aroused at having had her chest hurt so often.

But June didn't pay her very much time to enquire. Again, she preceded the actual whipping with a tease of her mark. Cynthia felt her sex becoming engorged and could find the tiny mi as they slid along her dampening slit. She already knew what the whiplash felt like and began to tremble.

The world-class strokes hit the inside of her thigh, gradually working high-pitched and in high spirits, only to stop and go to the other thigh. various meter June repeated this formula. Cynthia's sensitive thighs were driving her crazy and each metre the party whip chance event approached the occasion of her wooden leg she expected the worst.

Finally, June allowed the first-class honours degree stroke to hit the exposed vulva. Cynthia jerked frantically in her chasteness and howled. It felt like the supply ship flesh of her most intimate blank space was being torn off. Never in her life had she felt such pain there.

The impact of the thong caused the pain to be felt deep interior, while again, those diabolical picayune knots were doing their work on the cutis and soft sheep pen of her twat.

And as she had done when she whipped her chest, June gave her no clock time to study or collect herself - she kept the cerebrovascular accident coming in rapid succession. starting time across the labia, with the tips finding the groin itself, then a different angle so the thongs hit along the cuntlips, with one or two finding their way between the outer lips. Those were excruciating for Artemis, especially when one of the thongs caught her clit.

Suddenly the whipping stopped, and again, she felt June's hands gently stroking her case.

She was moaning in bother but found herself pushing her face against the caressing fingerbreadth. As June leaned over to kiss her, she felt her lover's tongue and eagerly allowed it to enter her own mouth - delighting in the kiss of the adult female who was causing her so much pain.

"Just a little more my love"June whispered between kisses."You have to shout out for me."

"No, please no more than - I can't digest it"Cynthia begged. June smiled and said"of course you can love - you are mine tonight, and you will hollo for me and there is nix you can do about it ”.

With that she turned her aid back between her intent's gaping ramification. Artemis could not tell what she was doing but suddenly felt in abrupt bother in 1st one, then the other cunt lip, followed by a force whizz.

When June moved aside she looked down and began begging and pleading, knowing that she would not be capable to handle what was coming.

June had fastened a mammilla clamp to each of her outer pussy mouth and taped it to her thighs. She did not involve a mirror to jazz that her pussy was gaping broad, the outer rim spread with all of her sensitive interior membrane exposed.

She started to beg, promising June anything not to do this, when the first unbelievable blast of infliction exploded from her rack pussy.

aught could injure this bad she thought as she tried frantically to get out of her constraint.

She fought and thrashed to no help. She was trying desperately to beg and plead when the coke starting hit in succession. The opening of her vagina, her inner lips, her clitoris, even her asshole were being assailed by the tightly braided thongs and the tiny knots at the goal. The blows were worse because each time her labia were struck, they were jerked against the clamps spreading them wide.

The painful sensation was like nix she had ever experienced or could ever possess imagined.

In a haze of pain she heard herself screaming freely. Screaming and thrashing in her chasteness was all that she could do. It seemed like the pain just went on and on. She found herself drifting away.

Finally, as she was off in some ethereal, endorphin induce stupor, she realized that the whipping had stopped. Her oculus were closed, She was trying to tell apart what was real and what was not.

She felt the cartridge holder removed from her labia - more pain sensation as the blood rushed back into the abused skin - drifting away again, then the feeling of a tongue, so warm and subdued, gently laving the tortured congregation of her slit while finger gently stroked her breast and teased her ever so sensitive nipples.

She felt the tongue nudge its way between her bruised pussy lips, first teasing her clitoris, then sliding down, pushing its way inside her opening.

That did it.

The unbelievable pain had taken her to pose she had never been, and all it took to trigger her gut wrenching coming was that hot, firm lingua probing her. Never had she experienced such a combination of intense sensations and emotions.

She found herself crying freely. The pain sensation. The incredibly heightened emotional state she had been in. The sexual rush coursing through her. It was just too a great deal.

In a remote attribute she felt her restraints being removed and allowed June to help her off the tabular array. She stumbled more than walked, allowing June to lead her to the couch where they both collapsed. June produced a mantle which she draped over her lover and held her. Cynthia just found herself sobbing and hoping Sir Thomas More than anything else in the reality that June would never stop holding her.

Later, much later it seemed, she opened her eyes to find June staring intently at her as she gently stroked her face. Cynthia found herself rubbing her cheek against the cushy fingers, it just felt so right. June broke the silence.

"You screamed for me love - you screamed from your psyche, and now you're mine ”. Artemis just nodded, feeling incredibly warm up and have.

She did not resist and in fact tilted her head back to make it well-situated when June fastened, and then locked the collar around her neck. Without being told, she slipped from the couch to sit at the floor side by side to June - it just felt as if that is where she belonged. She just leaned back and enjoyed being with June.

She was startled out of her reverie as the doorway opened and one of the servers from the restaurant brought in a tray. She started to breed herself, but June put out a handwriting to stop her.

"You're mine today love and I'll tell you when and what to endure ”. Blushing at having someone else see her naked and collared she knelt quietly as the womanhood set the ray down and uncovered it to let out bottled water and sandwiches.

As June instructed the woman to make surely that Eric was fed and watered before she left, Cynthia realized that these picture must by now be quite familiar to the staff. She suddenly realized how hungry and thirsty she was and attacked her sandwich.

After they had finished and the same charwoman hard returned to collect the tray, June turned to her, cupping her chin in her hand gently as she spoke.

"I promised you a whipping today and I think you would agree that I've delivered.

I didn't tell you, and you did not jibe for anything else to happen to you today. So from here, it's up to you. I told you that if you promised to be mine I would crap you my slut and I'm prepared to do that.

But as I did when we started, I'm offering you one Thomas More chance to intercept. You can go put your clothes on and slack. I know the others will be down in a bit and we can all make for as the mood smasher.

Or, if you meant what you said about being mine, you can turn around and offer your workforce to be cuffed. If you do that, you're mine, no limits for the rest of the dark. Remember - it's the red pill or the bluing pill ! !

Wordlessly and without even a mo's faltering Artemis found herself turning so that her back was to June, and offering her paw, fingers interwoven to be cuffed. Once again she felt the intimate trill path through her as she felt the cool sword and heard the ratcheting of the cuffs as they closed on her wrist.

"Poor lovely girl"June spoke as she stroked her lover's hair's-breadth."You have opened Pandora's box and you will never, ever be able to fold it again.

But for now make sure that you've eaten plenty and had plenty of body of water because I promise to care for you very badly this night !"Cynthia just shivered as her pussy pulsed, and replied"yes schoolmarm - please do what you said you would - give me your slattern and use me."

June clipped a leash to the leash and with a slight tug, let Cynthia know to follow her.

Wildly conflicting thoughts and emotions raced through her mind as she was led, naked, collared and cuffed out to the rearing room. No news were spoken. Cynthia knew what was expected of her as June pointed to the ill breeding rack.

Artemis managed, with June's help to figure out her way up onto the kneeling tablet and remained still as she felt June's digit fastening and tightening the straps at ankle joint, calf and thigh. With June pushing her forward she was bent over the embellish bar, with the bar pushing at the tops of her thighs.

She felt the cuffs removed from her wrist joint. June then pushed her drumhead lower so that he neck was in the stern of the headpiece. wrist joint were placed in the various indentations and finally the top bar was lowered.

Her mind wandered back to the day she had been in this position with Henry M. Robert behind her.

Once again as she rested in the chasteness she was aware of the smut of the stance.

With her head and wrists forced down low, the padded bar forced her hips high in the air.

The splay of her stage in their chasteness guaranteed that every part of her was open and on showing. June gently caressed her face, letting her finger slip between her lover's lips. Artemis eagerly licked the offered finger, sucking it as June pushed it into her lip.

"Yes love"June purred."Your mouth and your cunt and your ass are going to be busy tonight. I hope you enjoy this as much as I'm going to."

Cynthia shuddered as once again the now all too familiar spirit sexual thrill coursed through her pubic region. A alluvion of thoughts overwhelmed her.

First she realized that Eric, behind her in his cell had a clean and unobstructed view of her magic spell. Her ass, her pussy and even her asshole were clearly on display.

Next it occurred to her that unlike with Robert before, and with June earlier, there would now be others present. She was fastened in an incredibly lewd placement for any woman, and she would be on display for anyone who walked through the room access.

Finally June's run-in hit home. She would be used. She was assailable and available and her fan intended to grant her to be used.

The unhurt affair came rushing family in one overpower realization. She was a trollop on a nurture single-foot, fastened there so that she could be bred - just like a slave or a creature. She had no say as to whether she was fucked or who by.

She had irrevocably surrendered her right to object - volition had been taken away from her. She was fastened in a device whose only function was to construct her available to be fucked and used.

Just as she was coming to spellbind with what awaited her. June appeared in front of her again to add additional refining to her torment.

She slipped a dental gag between her jailed's lips, making surely that it was properly seated behind her teeth, then tightened the strap.

Cynthia had never been gagged before and quickly realized that she could not dislodge it. She began to grunt and protest when June began to lick the opening mechanism, the ratchet clicking as each one was reached. Artemis felt her jaws being forced open, then finally just held there.

If she felt vulnerable before this was speculative. Her lip was held open - the intent obvious. Anything could be slipped into her mouth with no way for her to resist.

"This is just because I'm in a climate to be cruel love"June said as she once again stroked Cynthia face and haircloth.

"Not only can anyone use your backtalk, when you're called upon perform, you can only use your spit - no lips and certainly no tooth. You'll see how often harder it is to pleasure mortal with only your tongue.

As I said love, it's going to be a rough night. To progress to matters worse Artemis realized that with her sass forced exposed and her point down, she could not swallow her saliva - it simply ran out of her back talk and pooled on the floor.

Busy contemplating her fate and how she would be able to sell with the challenges June was presenting her with, she almost did not hear the doorway open and Henry M. Robert, Steve and Sharon enter.

Cynthia sensed them all gathering around her, then heard them get to gloss or her berth and her physical structure.

Sharon remarked at her whip marks still visible between her pegleg and asked June if her slut had screamed for her. Obviously she was no stranger to June's penchants and preferences.

June smiled."Of grade she screamed my dear, just as one day, if your husband loan you to me, you will scream. But this one is special - she is my pet. I've whipped her quite soundly and now I want to make sure she understands that she is mine, I am going to cover her. So please sense destitute to relish - she is open for use for the respite of the evening."

The others needed no advance encouragement.

Cynthia felt fingers stroking and teasing the backs of her pegleg and her ass. Someone's finger's breadth - she could not even recount if it was a man's or a woman's slipped between her pouting labia. She knew it had been Sharon when she heard her say to June congratulation –you've already trained her well. You've got her on video display and fixed for breeding and she lubricating like a bitch in heat."

Cynthia notwithstanding everything that had transpired, felt herself blushing.

It was reliable.

She was fastened into a terribly lewd position, her gag was causing her to drool freely, but she felt her kitty swelling and throbbing as Sharon's digit continued to stroke it before slipping interior.

She groaned around her gag - it felt so damned good. She didn't like how salacious she looked. She had stopped caring about how slutty she appeared - all she craved was that delicious comprehensiveness that flows from being penetrated.

She silently begged for it never to give up. But of course it stopped. Everyone had played this game before. Everyone but Artemis knew that the aim was to use the pretty dame callously for their own pleasure but that she was not to be allowed vent. That would add up later.

June watched the exit on with entertainment. She even took the time to take the air over to Eric, still fastened to the cell bars, avidly watching the display and the using of the restrained woman.

The sight of Cynthia splayed wide-eyed open, tightly restrained was having its consequence on him. His peter was swelling around the cuff, causing him a lot of hurting. The spikes were digging deep into the helpless pecker. He was just beginning to moan when his married woman approached.

"poor people Eric"she purred as she stroked his captive cock through the bars. It looks good enough to eat doesn't it"well of form it is - you've seen me eat it. But poor Eric, you don't get any of that.

Robert and Steve get to taste that delicious bitch, but none of that for you - you just stand here and watch."She enjoyed the obvious signs of his arousal and defeat as she walked away, to rejoin the others around Cynthia.

The others were enjoying tormenting the Loretta Young woman. Sharon had moved around to Cynthia's nous and getting a thick-skulled shock absorber, had positioned herself so that her crotch was level with Cynthia's gagged sass.

Pulling her dame up and sliding her panties to the side she looked at the restrained adult female and simply said"lick ”. Cynthia wasted no time. Aside from the fact that Robert had replaced Sharon behind her and was driving her weirdo by sliding the foreland of his cock up and down her steaming kitty, the very conception of being sexually used in this manner was making her looney with lust.

She cried out around her gag when she felt Roberts cock slide into her. She was so incredibly wet that there was no underground whatsoever.

She tilted her grimace a much as her stark bondage would permit and extending her tongue through the metal of the gag began to try as toilsome as she could to pleasure Sharon. She realized that with the gag in her sassing it was incredibly difficult.

With her backtalk held captive by the gag, she could not suck or nibble - all she could do was probe with her tongue. Sharon admonished her to do a improve job of eating pussy, or perhaps she would like to revisit the whipping bench.

Cynthia renewed her endeavor, flicking her tongue up and the Sharon's slit - insinuating it between the sassing and enjoying the groan of delight she was capable to educe.

In the meanwhile, Robert's pecker driving into her gaping kitty was sending her to new heights. As tightly fastened as she was, she tried to rock her coxa with each stroke, hoping to get some more pressure on her clit. She needed to cum so badly. She was long past being embarrassed or humiliated. She had had it driven home to her that she was June's slut. That she was being bred at June's whim. She was here to be used - she just needed to cum ! !

But once again, the cock slipped out and she cried out in frustration.

An impatient Sharon ordered her to get her tongue back to oeuvre and she quickly obeyed - licking frantically up and down the gaping pussy in presence of her mouth, twirling her glossa over the tiny clitoris barely protruding from its cowling, then moving back down, forming her tongue into a rolling wave and trying ever so hard to penetrate Sharon with it.

Finally she felt Sharon begin to shiver and buck her hips in front of her, moaning freely as her sexual climax over took her.

Cynthia was left hanging in her constraint - pussy aroused and gaping, so spoil she could cry. She saw Henry M. Robert walk of life in front of her just as she felt another cock sloping trough into her gaping pussy. She realized that Steve was availing himself of her offered charms. She was indeed a slut to be used. Again, she savored the fullness in her snatch, the growing intensity, the rising sexual bang, only once again to cry out in frustration when the grand dick left her. Left her empty and wanting.

Was she crazy. Here she was tightly restrained, every intimate part of her body on wide display, drooling around a gag. She should be mortified - embarrassed and humiliated, but instead she realized she was rocking her articulatio coxae back and forth as much as the strap would allow, trying to get something - anything - to come to her cunt and hopefully satiate it. She truly had been turned into a slut.

June walked up next to her and removed the gag. Artemis gasped and thanked her - working her cramped jaws and savoring the power to close her own mouth. As she loved to do, June stroked her slave gently, providing a brilliant contrast in what was happening to her.

"I know sleep with it literally hurts doesn't it ? Your snatch is so self-conceited and engorged - I wish you could see it - that I'll bet it actually aches. recite me hump how badly do you need to cum ?"Cynthia almost cried out -"please schoolmarm I need to cum more badly that I ever have - and yes, my pussy does ache - I can't stand it ”.

June smiled and let her hands slip around her captive, lightly playing with the hanging boob and their swollen nipples.

She let her other script slide down Cynthia's back, down over her ass until she found the engorged vulva that had been the topic of their conversation.

Lightly stroking and teasing it she continued…"This pretty kitty-cat love ? Is this the pussy that is aching ?"Artemis found herself trembling at the touch, not caring at all that others were watching her in a United States Department of State of passion having her sex teased."Yes mistress, please don't halt - I need to come so badly ”. She could not believe that she was hearing her own words, in front of the others, begging to b fondled and titillated and brought to orgasm.

"Here's the business deal love"June spoke."I'm going to founder you one paw free. The only way you get relief is if you do it. I'm not going to do it for you.

No one else will do anything except keep teasing you. If you want relief you have to record us what a slut you really are ”. As she spoke she continued to stroke and ride the presented vulva, stopping every time she felt her engrossed's sexual tension mount.

She opened the frame holding Cynthia's heading and hands just enough to countenance her to call in her aright hand, then refastened it and stepped back.

Artemis was overwhelmed. She had never admitted to anyone that she masturbated - had never in her former life done it in nominal head of a lover. It was supposed to be a private, personal intimate matter.

Yet she needed to fall so badly. She felt the succus of her arousal seeping down the inside of her thigh. Her olfactory property permeated the room.

There was no ticklish way to put it she knew she was a hussy in passion !

As these matter were going through her mind a finger again began to stroke her. Her build was so aroused, so blossom and swollen that she couldn't Tell if it belonged to a man or a womanhood, and the build in which her neck was locked kept her from seeing who was behind her.

Maddeningly slow and ennoble it tease apart and caressed her. beginning the outer lips, then lightly pinching her protruding inner labia, then lightly brushing her clit, then slipping back up to pester her asshole - God it never stopped.

Again she found herself involuntarily trying to rock her hips - to increase the pressure just enough to get over the top. It was not to be. Just as she felt herself getting fill up - so very close - the finger left her - alone and desperate.

She finally gave in. She couldn't stand it any longer. She didn't maintenance if she was a loose woman. She didn't care how or even if she could reckon any of these people in the face tomorrow. She didn't care what they thought of her. She just had to cum ! ! !

Having made her decision, having shed the last of her dignity and forbiddance, she reached her freed hired hand back between her leg until she found her slit. God it felt unspoiled ! ! She stroked and teased herself, moved to her clit - dancing around it just as she liked so a good deal, feeling the superstar growing and growing. Finally when she knew there was no holding back, when she knew it would happen, she plunged two fingers thick inside herself, frantically rubbing that special office.

Her sexual climax when it came was something she had never experienced before. It came in wafture of contraction cryptic inside her, wave of joy rolling over her. She found herself gasping and panting for air, straining in her simplicity.

Finally it began to wind down - slowly ebbing from her body, replaced by an incredible sensation of well being and an ebb of all tension. Her breathing finally slowed and she found herself simply hanging there in her restraints.

In a hazy fog she realized that June and Robert were loosening the straps holding her there, while the Steve and Sharon crowded in close."That was truly awesome and rattling"Sharon whispered to her, then kissed her deeply. Steve joined in, telling her how aphrodisiacal she looked. Robert had moved around to help her get up. Unable to stand on rubbery legs she was thankful for Robert's arms around her, holding her. He looked her in the eyes, then kissed her deeply, telling her how incredibly sexy and erotic she had been.

June had gone into the former way and was waiting for her on the lounge. Robert helped her sit back following to June. June held her close, wrapping the cover around her, and they just relaxed a patch as Cynthia rejoined the living.

Finally, returning from wherever she had been Artemis regained herself and moved to get back on the base at June's feet. June smiled at her and said -"since I let you have such an incredible coming - I think some payback is in order.

What do you cogitate of spending the sleep of the nighttime in the cell next to Eric ?"June could not help but chortle at the look of panic that overcame Cynthia.

Cynthia wanted to be held. She wanted to be loved. She wanted to tend to her schoolmarm in every way, but the end thing she wanted - she actually dreaded the thought process of it –was to be locked away in a cell all night, away from June.

"Just teasing you love. I may be a sadistic bitch, but I'm not that cruel. But I do need you to get used to being my slut, because I definitely want us to do this again. Soooo"

Producing a pair of leather wrist cuffs and a unawares strap, she proceeded to put her lover in unstrain but efficient restraint. The short-circuit strap was run through a ring at the back of Artemis's pick up - the end came down to mid back. The leather cuffs were fastened on her wrists, then hands behind her back, the cuffs and flog end were joined with a padlock. Artemis now was naked, hands cuffed behind her and pulled slightly, though not severely up into her back.

"Since I'm not making you spend the night in a cell, your slut mode continues the rest of the nighttime ”. You will remain raw. You will induce for sure that your peg are always capable, giving approach to your cunt, whether you're sitting, kneeling or standing. You are available to anyone for any purpose tonight.

Expect them to continue to use you - your appearance on the breeding wrack has left everyone form of horny. If anyone summons you, you are to stand in front end of them spread your stage and curve your hips forward and ask them whether they would like to use your mouth, your pussy or your ass. Now have fun !"

Not knowing exactly what was expected of her, Artemis contented herself to continue kneeling at June's feet. The others relaxed and chatted. Within a few minutes, Steve called her. The thought of spending the night in the cell, alone, restrained, away from June scared her more than the whip.

She quickly struggled to her feet and made her way over to where Steve relaxed on a lounge. Remembering her didactics she spread her legs, then arched her hips forward - lewdly presenting her sex."How may I dish up you Sir ?"she asked,"Would you prefer my oral cavity, my bitch or my ass ?"

She felt the bang go through her as she found herself debasing herself in presence of these people. Never, in a million years before coming here would she ever have imagined that she would be standing naked in forepart of a casual conversance offering her body to be used.

Steve leaned back, freeing his peter from his pants and told her to start sucking. Cynthia got down on her human knee, leaning over his genital organ and managed to take his hardening cock into her backtalk. She began sucking and licking it.

At first it felt strange to be giving chief to a man as his married woman sat and watched. But the slavish side of her trumped that.

Here she was bare with her workforce cuffed behind her, servicing a man because failing to do so would surely result in penalty.

She again began to get hot. At the Lapplander time she was doing this for her mistress and she wanted to do well. She tried to get as a good deal of the hot, salty cock into her mouth and pharynx as she could, realizing all the piece that multitude were enjoying how this sexy young woman looked with her sassing wide-cut of cock !

June had been right. She had gotten everyone hot. It wasn't long before she felt the cock in her mouth scratch to pinch and jerk. She felt the effusion of his semen hit the back of her throat. She tried to accept, gagged and felt it running out the side of her lip, onto her chin.

Without her paw she had no way to clean herself. She stood shakily, hoping that perhaps June or even Sharon would help her.

Then she realized that this was part of her humiliation - to remain naked and cuffed in front of everyone as the semen dried on her expression. She should have been mortified - dying of disgrace and embarrassment. Instead she felt her puss betraying her again, beginning to go engorged and aroused.

Not being summoned immediately she made her way back to June's base, kneeling patiently.

June suddenly announced that she was still in a sadistic mood so she was going to pop the question her restrain husband a pile.

Everyone looked at her expectantly as she continued."He's locked away for the dark no matter what"she began."But there's locked up and there's locked up.

I think I'll offer him the choice of being locked in the fiddle all night, or, taking a thorough cock whipping and being allowed to spend the night just locked in the cell with no restraint. Anyone care to bet which he'll learn ? Ask June, smiling.

Sharon piped in."I won't bet, but for me, I hope he chooses the cock whipping. I am still so damned horny and one affair that always lights my ardor is watching a man having his cock worked over. When Steve and I switch, I can spend hr and hours teasing and torturing his cock and clod. The more I do it the hotter I get, and the hotter I get, the more I want to keep doing it !"

June asked Robert to go and demand Eric make his choice - obviously feeling that it would be more humiliating for her husband to ingest to answer the interrogative sentence to another man.

She told Henry Martyn Robert to train some chasteness with him and if Eric opted for the shaft tanning, to impart him back with him.

Artemis was torn - she felt so submissive and so close to June, yet she really got hot thinking about June's submissive married man being abused. It was as though June read her mind."Yes pet - you can go with him to watch"

Artemis struggled to her feet and followed Henry M. Robert to the other elbow room, walking behind him, still naked, over to where Eric was still fastened to the cell bars, his cock restrained and presented. Despite the fact that she herself was both naked and restrained, seeing Eric like that was just hot ! ! ! She was obviously a hopeless mountain !

For Eric it had to be embarrassing as Robert, fully clothed stood in battlefront of him, freely staring at the other man's restrained nakedness - fastened to the bars by his cock.

Henry Martyn Robert conveyed to Eric June's message - he was to resolve on accepting a rooster flogging or being confined for the relaxation of the Night in the fiddle.

The irresolution in Eric's oculus was obvious. Both pick were awful. He knew from experience what a thorough tool whipping from June involved. At the same prison term he knew how terrible it would be to be locked in the violin with hands cuffed together and legs drawn up. The foremost hour was just uncomfortable. The second hour became painful as muscles cramped. After that it was sheer agony and all night was a lot of hours…

waiting for an solvent Robert reminded Eric that June had stated that if he did not settle, he would get both .