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The sugar Cane woodlet - Chapter 2



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

Was it possible to OD on wrick ? In the back of her mind she wondered if she could overdo it and go blasé ? Certainly would not want that to materialize - she was enjoying this too often. She vowed to discus it with her new protagonist later. For now the pool beckoned and she stretched out - enjoying the quick tropical sun.

When she wandered into the main building for lunch it was a continuation of the morning awakening.

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

It was a little awkward sitting at the table with Eric - this is the starting time meter 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 custody and looking every bit the well-chosen tourists.

June saw her surveying the scene and understood at once.

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

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

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

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

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

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

As if her married man were not present June explained, obviously amused at Artemis's unsolicited question."My husband is a hopeless masturbator"she said."If I don't ascendence him, he's constantly playing with himself."

Eric was now visibly embarrassed as Cynthia gave him a sidelong glance.

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

"So, whenever he's not otherwise restrained, I have a duet of little toys that I use to make for certain that he refrains from self vilification. He's wearing one now"June explained."Eric, my beloved, our friend is rummy about how I control your cock - why don't you explain to her what you're eating away and how it works."

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

"Before we left the room today, mistress locked my member into a kali teeth ring to preclude me from touching myself without permit. It is a gimmick that discourages an erection, and makes any come to to my phallus painful. I'm required to wear it, or some former pattern of chastity device that we have whenever Mistress allows me to be otherwise unrestrained."

Cynthia felt the now all too familiar thrill as she listened to this man describe how his married woman kept him locked up to prevent onanism - to exercise gross restraint over his sexuality.

starting time final stage night, and now again she realized it turned her on to see a man submit and give up control. She fell right into her role.

Ignoring Eric, she asked June what a saltwort Teeth Ring was. Almost clinically June explained the device, telling her that it was a metal sleeve that was locked around the shaft of the penis, just behind the question, the interior of which was lined with keen ear.

She went on to explain how when the phallus was soft it was only mildly uncomfortable but that as the penis began to tumesce when becoming erect, the spikes would dig painfully into it. The more it grew, the Thomas More it hurt until finally, the pain would progress to the erection subside.

Artemis was watching Eric with entertainment as his married woman was casually explaining to her the manner in which she controlled access to his penis - 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 out what happens.

Cynthia looked around to see if anyone could see them, and finding that the plant behind the table gave them some privacy, let her hired hand gaucherie onto Eric's lap, gently teasing.

She felt the all too familiar twinge between her legs as she let her fingers play around his crotch, feeling the hard metal through the fabric of his drop-off.

Running her fingers along the shot of his cock, feeling the outline through the pants, she felt it begin to tighten at the same time that she heard Eric sharply breathe in.

"He's such a strumpet he can't restraint himself"Julie said as she watched her friend tease her husband's turncock."He knows how badly it's going to hurt, but he can't help himself."

"He looks like he's in really pain"Cynthia observed as she watched Eric try to move as petty as possible, with pearl of elbow grease appearing on his os frontale.

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

"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-bodied to put you to good use later this evening"she told him as she gathered her purse to leave.

The two women wandered international, enjoying the tropic sun tempered by the temperature reduction walkover.

Without even talking about it they found themselves walking toward Artemis's way.

Once inside Artemis turned toward her friend - no words were spoken - they just slipped into each others'embrace - hands searching and stroking, sassing meshed, tongues intertwined.

Moving over to the bed they were soon a lecherousness fevered mountain - subdivision, leg, wearing apparel all entangled, and neither of them caring.

Cynthia found herself lying between June's far-flung wooden leg, ever so intensely licking at the flaccid folds, probing with her clapper, then taking the swollen clitoris between her tooth and pulling. As she relaxed her snack just enough so that the engrossed clit slowly slid out, rasping against her teeth, June explode into a convulsive orgasm, her juices soaking Artemis's facial expression as well as the flat solid.

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

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

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

Just lying there, literally able to feel the nipple hump and hardening as the fingerbreadth slowly circled and teased, and wondering where those digit might end up succeeding and hw long they would study to get there.

June interrupted her erotic meanderings."So are you ready to make our way to the dungeon this afternoon ?"“ Ummm - always"she answered"feeling that little twinges that opinion of period of play stirred.

"fountainhead have you given any view to what you'd like to do ?"her ally asked, now leaning over and blowing ever so gently on the Same tit she had been teasing.

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

"You've played a little with the guys, and you've watched a lot"continued June, her back talk so close to the nipple that her breathing space as she spoke sending quivers all the way down to Cynthia's twat.

"Would you like to put me through my yard, or would you wish me to make you yell ? June asked, ending the motion by twirling her tongue around the mammilla.

Cynthia jerked visibly as the clapper touched her well up teat.

She stopped to recall. On the one hand it would be so practically fun to have June at her disposal, to hear her moan and cry out in her simpleness as she used a whip on those very raw parts of her body.

On the other hired hand, memories of her first adventure came rushing back. imaginativeness of herself being strapped down, open and exposed, while June exercised what Cynthia now knew to be a healthy run of cruelty.

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

Sensing her indecision, June told her that before she decided, she needed to be cognizant of a few things if she was considering submitting

"starting time sexy lady, as I think you've seen, I play hard. I won't injure you. I won't leave any permanent marks 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 persona that program line conjured up in her mind, at the Sami time, letting herself go to the wonderful feelings coming from her slit as June continued to gently stroke and razz 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 scene, I really focus on the mental.

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

Now her fingerbreadth was ever so gently nudging the out mouth apart - just barely stroking between them, but the wetness was already abundant, and Artemis moaned at the sensation.

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

"Most of the BDSM community religiously uses safewords in play. Those are words, agreed upon ahead of sentence that if spoken by the"dupe ”, automatically hold on everything.

For some they're fine and certainly to each his own. For me"June continued as Cynthia tried to heed attentively while feeling her pussy begin to intumesce and pulsate,"they completely destroy the whole mental incline of what I do ”.

Confused, Cynthia turned her head in spite of the terrific feelings coming from between her legs. June was enjoying that she had Artemis's tending - both regarding what she was talking about as well as what she was doing, and went on.

"When I am dominant in a session, I want my dupe to be in the mentality that can only come when they realize that I and only I am in ascendence and that whatever is going to happen to them will fall out whether they want it to or not. It is gross surrender. Complete trust. Complete relinquishment of ascendance. 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 process Cynthia and she even tried to say something intelligent in response, but all she could do was moan as June's finger finally slipped between her now slick lips and teased her clit.

She felt June kissing her way down her body moving so slowly toward her throbbing and oh so needy sex. Finally just as she felt a finger skid inside her she felt June's rim circling her clit. Another finger's breadth joined the first and by spreading her fingers, June began to stretch her vagina.

The smell was indescribable and grew in waves. Just as she thought it could not get any more intense, June withdrew one of the slick digit and nudged it against Artemis's ass, itself tricksy 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 clit while June rubbed her fingers together inside her separated only by a reduce membrane.

Cynthia thrashed and jerked on the bed, hearing what seemed like a length phonation crying out"Yes - God Yes - I want it - I want you to train me and whip my pussy - I want you to shit me scream ! ”. As she came in violent spasms, finally realizing that the voice had been hers.

As the two cleaning lady 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.

"fountainhead have intercourse, did you think of what you said, or was that just throes of passion talking ?"June asked.

"No - I meant it"said Artemis."That mind shattering coming probably let it out, but ever since Robert locked me in the jail cell, and then later, when I watched Sharon taking her pussy tanning, it's been on my mind ”.

June pulled her closer, both women enjoying each other."Just shuffle sure it's what you want roll in the hay, and induce certainly you want it from me. As I told you, I play rough. No safe words. No mercifulness. If you play with me you will hollo, and beg and plead for it to halt and it won't.

Think about playing with Henry Martyn Robert - he can be cruel but he doesn't parcel my want. I need it all ! I want your judgement and your organic structure and for at least a short time, I want your somebody ! ! !"

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

Junes said nothing for a while - just stroked her buff's hair and face.

Finally she got up and pulled her wearing apparel from the dishevel flock, dressing herself as she found each item. As Cynthia 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 adventure with Henry M. Robert several daytime ago, it was foreign. Embarrassing but arousing too.

Even though she had just shared a bed with June, and they had explored each former's bodies in the most intimate possible particular, it still caused her to experience a blush and at the same meter, her companion rush at being naked while June was fully clothed.

She felt herself going down the road of submission when June dangled a brace of manacle before her, offering them with the give-and-take"behind your back buff ”.

She found herself confused at the mavin and touch that rushed over her as, standing naked in front of her ally and devotee, she fastened one manacle around her left radiocarpal joint, then putting her hands behind her back and fumbling for the other cuff, placed her right wrist joint in it. She felt almost overwhelmed as she closed the cuff, hearing the ratcheting auditory sensation and feeling the cuff tighten on her radiocarpal joint at the same prison term.

She took a deep breath as she stood naked 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 love, 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 Sir Thomas More chance to second out ”.

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

"So, since once I get you in the dungeon, you're mine. We need to mouth about your limits.

Everyone has things that they just don't wishing, that scare them to much, that they find distasteful or even disgusting. Now is the time to tell apart me your deepest and darkest concern and turn-offs. I want you frightened, trembling, flighty al at the same time, but I want it in a hot way for us. So now is the prison term to talk to me."

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

A lot of fondling and stroking of her captive and soon June had a expert theme of what was fair game and what would be left alone.

So it was sentence to move on. She was really attracted to this woman, enjoyed making love with her, so she knew the academic session would be extra. She wasn't sure how their budding kinship would be affected by what she was going to put the sexy young womanhood through, but she had a good feeling about it.

"Ok my aphrodisiac little buff. It's decisiveness time ”. I've enjoyed having you raw and cuffed in nominal head of me more than you can know, and I am really, really looking forward to having my way with you in the dungeon.

But, I put the cuff on you before we talked so fair is comely, one more prospect to transfer your mind.

Here's the key to the handlock. Say the Son and I'll unlock them, you can get dressed and we'll enjoy a nice dinner together, with hopefully an encore of our good afternoon pleasure.

On the early handwriting, if you don't want they key, we go to the keep 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 gear massaging the delightful breasts, teasing then pinching the mamilla, enjoying watching the gist as Cynthia leaned back against her, moaning at the caresses.

Leaning forward and almost whispering in Cynthia's ear June let her finger slip down the front of the cleaning lady's eubstance - lingering here and there."What's it gong to be my love"she whispered as at her tactual sensation, Artemis's leg parted, giving access.

"As the man said in"The Matrix"do you need the red pill or the blue anovulant ? dinner or the dungeon"as she let hr fingers dance lightly over her captive's swollen sex.

"The keep"hissed Artemis as she thrust her articulatio coxae forward, trying to increase the force per unit area on her destitute kitty-cat.

"So be it"June murmured as she removed her hand, eliciting a pant of frustration."Don't say I didn't give you the chance to change your brain, and don't say I didn't warn you ”.

June reached into a bag and pulled Forth a paid of trefoil clamp which she held up for her devotee to see.

"These my dear are what we call clover clamps. They go on shall we say sensitive portion of soundbox. And, for your pleasance and enjoyment, they have a distinctive characteristic. When you pull on the petty cord, they tighten. The harder you pull, the tighter they get, so it's almost impossible to draw them off ”.

Cynthia's eyes widened a she watched June access with the clamps. She felt first her pull up stakes nipple, 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 clamps on her chest, June knelt down, nudged her legs apart and began stroking and pulling her outer labia. Before she could read what was happening she felt the excruciating pinches as the clamps were applied to her pussy lips. June next produced a leash, which she clipped to the range of mountains connecting the two clamp.

Those feelings were overwhelming her again - just as when Robert had her locked in the cell.

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

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

"Robert has let me know that all of the guests not into our lifestyle have left - alone us perverts remain. That means I can train you to your lot 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 door, giving the deuce-ace a light tug.

Cynthia jumped and squealed as the pull tightened the clamps 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.

Artemis did not ask a indorsement monitor. She scrambled to follow close behind June, trying to keep the trey slack. As they walked across the lawn, she experienced again that vivid rush. Here she was naked, hands cuffed behind, her, being led by her kitty with no alternative but to obediently be.

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

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

Damn she loved that feeling ! ! ! June beckoned her over to the bars, then reached through and removed the clinch. Artemis gasped at the annoyance that flashed through her vulva - they hurt far more coming off ! ! June just smiled."I'm going to go take away a cascade and get cook for dinner. You can await here. The cuff 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 speak except to resolve a question. If you address me at all my title is Ma'am or Mistress. Do you induce any questions ?"“ No mistress"Cynthia answered - loving the rush of voicing her submission.

June left her in her prison cell, au naturel, handcuffed and very much alone. She found herself on the small cot, wondering what June had in store for her. Wondering how she had transitioned so quickly from making beloved with June in the comfort of her room a unforesightful metre ago, to being naked in the jail cell, 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 boot - the formula Henry Martyn Robert had given her.

She jumped up moving to the legal profession."Too late my pretty"June said, smiling wickedly. She left and came back with leather cuffs.

Following June's educational activity she turned around and presented her cuffed wrists through the bars, feeling the handcuff loosen, then be removed. June tossed the leather cuffs through the bars, instructing her to buckle them on radiocarpal joint and mortise joint. When she was done, June produced two midget padlocks for the cuffs on her wrists, then ordered her up against the bars.

On command she extended her arms up, spread apart, grasping the stripe at the top of the cellphone. She felt June fastening them, and found that her wrists were locked above her foreland, far apart. Still trying to deal with the strain on her carpus and arms, she felt her feet being drawn apart and likewise fastened far apart to the bars. She found herself spread in a homo X physique, pulled against the bars, raw and exposed as June stood before her, admiring her handiwork and enjoying the displayed cleaning lady in battlefront of her.

"We have dominion my love"she said, stroking Cynthia's grimace gently through the saloon. You could experience enjoyed the relative solace of the cot while you waited for me to take dinner and join you, but since you chose to disobey the prescript you don't get that.

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

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

Since I can't depend on you to abide by instructions and motility to the legal community, I've solved the problem - you're at the bars and I've made sure you'll just stay there ”. She reached through the bars to fondle and bait her prisoner - toying with her breasts, rolling the nipples between quarter round and finger, eliciting a soft moan.

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

Artemis moaned in foiling when June removed her paw after teasing her. The realism dawned on her and she groaned.

She was fastened tightly against the ginmill of the jail cell. June had left almost no slack, so all she could do was stand against the bars, weapon and legs spread astray, and wait. 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 in force guessing was that she would be tied against the ginmill for at least the succeeding three hours. 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 thoughts and emotions rushing through her mind.

Objectively, from the linear perspective of the independent professional that she was, this was stupid. There was no in force give-and-take for it. She was paying a lot of money to be on this wonderful island. She should be by the pool, enjoying a frigidity drinking, perhaps getting a delicious massage in the tropical sun.

Instead she was au naturel, tied, standing against cold blade measure, in a very salacious position, unable to do anything but let seconds rick to mo and wait.

Waiting for June to generate, when she would be taken from the cellular telephone, 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 cold wizard as the episodic breeze from the open window blew across her exposed vulva let her live that she was wet - but then she already knew that she was aroused. Her pussycat was actually throbbing letting her know it had become engorged and was in need of attending. She actually yearned for June's issue - craving the pain in the ass she knew would come.

Her castle in the air was shattered by the strait of approaching pace. Hoping and dreading that it might be June, she was disappointed, then wildly embarrassed when she saw it was Eric.

Confused at first gear she then remembered June's instructions to her husband - to be locked in a mobile phone before sun down.

Remembering that her unsuccessful person to obey the principle had gotten her in her present predicament she said zero. At the Lapplander time she feel a flush creep over her as Eric stood in front of her taking in the beautiful painting that she presented - naked and spread open, pulled tightly against the measure. This was what she had both dreaded and anticipated with a thrill ever since Robert had told her the pattern and made it clear that she might have her bleakness pressed against the bars for other hoi polloi.

And this was Eric. The same man whose cock she had teased, causing him to become erect inside a kali teeth ring. The same man whose own superfluity and humiliation she had enjoyed and participated in as he described his chastity regimen.

Now she was strapped naked in front of him, her nipple and pussy on display. Embarrassed as she was she could not deny the intimate thrill.

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

He proceeded to remove his own clothes, folding them and stacking them neatly on a nearby chair. Naked, Cynthia could see the device that had intrigued her so a great deal earlier in the day. It was a alloy isthmus about an column inch wide that tightly encircled his penis. It was locked into place with a pocket-size brass padlock. With the capitulum 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 style terribly exciting. He dick was still there as always, but to touch it would cause nuisance. Intercourse or masturbation were out of the doubtfulness.

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

Eric entered the cellular phone next to hers and she heard the door slam 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 well-nigh part with just staring unbent ahead at the vacuous room.

She studied the breeding rack and the whipping berth - both of which she assumed she would be experiencing before the nighttime was over. Now, with Eric in the cell next to hers, the breeding rack took on a whole new lookout.

Yes, she had been fastened into the thing before but that was with no one present but Robert, who thanks to a intimate crescendo created by hours of tease and denial she desperately wanted to have a go at it her.

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

She was not an exhibitionist. Even lover in her"former"life had never seen all of the detail that the education rack would expose. She could not help but turn her head to glance at Eric, wondering how he would react when she was displayed like that.

When she saw Eric he of course could not know what she was thinking - he had himself been busy complying with June's instruction.

Artemis again felt her spate at the control condition that June wielded and the submission that Eric displayed. As teach he had restrained himself. He had obviously been given instructions on what was expected. He locked his ankles into restraints with a curt Sir Ernst Boris Chain. He had locked a thumbcuff around his penis - just behind the head and in front of the dentition ring to which a two foot chain was attached. The other end of the strand was attached to a hoop on the front end of a across-the-board, strong leather collar.

The chain was just short enough so that he had to keep his head bowed forward in order to relieve the strain on his cock. Finally after attaching a pair of handcuffs to his articulatio talocruralis restraints, he had cuffed his hands behind his vertebral column.

The position was uncomfortable and would very become severe. But it was hot ! ! The melodic theme that this man would on bidding not only lock himself into the cellular phone, but position himself in rigorous restraint, with no way to liberate himself, was just fucking hot ! !

She turned her head forward again to relieve the focus, but she just couldn't help it. From time to sentence she had to sprain her chief to reckon at the incapacitated man on the story in the former cell. Naked, his turncock locked to his collar and fastened in a hogtie, the paradigm was too erotic to miss ! ! !

As she stood there, defenseless and spread she tried all sorts of mental exercises to pass the time. She could assure from the small barred window that it was dark extraneous.

June would be enjoying dinner with Tom, Sharon and Robert. She wondered if the pretty Lady would be thinking of her standing raw and unfold, fastened to the bars, muscles cramping from the strain.

It seemed absurd to her, but the mental image of the diametrically fight back roles thrilled her.. And besides, no matter how uncomfortable she was pulled against the bars, it was better than piteous Eric. A moan from the tightly retrained man caused her to take care over her articulatio humeri again. The locating was clearly stressful. Legs pulled up behind him, read/write head pulled forward. The bad thing for both of them was that neither had any inkling how long they would have to endure.

She almost found herself dozing in her simpleness when she heard the remote door open and footstep come through the large room on the former side of the door.

memory Robert's lyric 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 group viewing when the door opened and only June came into the room.

Smiling she walked over to her enwrapped, stroking her aspect before letting her manus drift lower to lightly tease a swell nipple."I know love, I'm cruel for leaving you like this, but you have to learn the regulation, and besides, I could always suffer left you like pitiful Eric ”.

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

After all she had just spent respective hours n a punishment position - she certainly did not require to make things uncollectible.

Expecting to be released, she was a little surprise when June entered the other cell and began caressing Eric."My poor pricy husband"she cooed."So devoted and obedient. I know this is an awful position. You're going to be here for a while, so let's get you adjusted for a lilliputian longer check.

With that she unfastened the hogtie and removed the chain clipped to his cock, leaving him with his hands cuffed behind his back. She went out and came back with a broadcaster bar, which she fastened to his briefly freed ankles, then helped him to stick out in the eye of his cell. She helped him take inept steps until he too was against the cell bars. The short chain that had been fastened to his cock was reapplied, the other end wrapped around one of the bars, then it too was attached to the pollex cuff on his cock.

looking at at him sideways, Cynthia could see the result of the thrall - he was standing against the barroom, hands behind him, peg spread, held there by his penis. Again, all he could do was stand 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 cadre and begin fiddling with her simpleness, Cynthia felt a combining of upheaval and concern. Her waiting was over. June was getting ready to dedicate her what she had asked for in the throes of passion.

But the nagging thought kept coming back -"could she take it ? Would it be too much ? Had she asked for more than she could manage ?"She quickly reasoned that it didn't matter. June had made her circumstances exonerated to her and she had passed by all the chances to convert her mind - and there had been many.

June released her manpower, pausing briefly to massage her aching shoulders, before bringing her weapon system behind her and fix handcuff on her carpus.

Cynthia understood. There would be no chance to convert her thinker. To bolt. To try to induce out of the cell and outside to freedom. While her paw had been repositioned, her animal foot had remained fix wide apart to the bar. As June began working to resign her articulatio talocruralis, her men had already been cuffed. She was easily controllable. A trio clipped to the catch that was quickly fastened around her neck opening was used to extend her out of the prison cell, into the dungeon.

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

Another rush of recollection. death time she had been here it had been Henry M. 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 unbelievable kick of sensations and emotions…..

The board was about waist high up with two sturdy upright piano t about a after part of the way back from one end. June helped her up onto the tabular array then positioned her with her foot between the uprights and her head at the other end. She had to lie slightly sideways because of her hired man cuffed behind her.

June produced a wide Velcro shoulder strap that came up from under the table, went across her hips, then back under the table where it was cinched tight. Only then did June help her sit up and take away the handcuffs, replacing them with all-encompassing, aggrandise cuffs. Pushing her back down, her hands were fastened to a strap at the oral sex of the table.

pulling, tugging and stretching until finally her hands were fastened tautly above her head. Any oddity she might have had about the uprights was quickly satisfied.

Padded cuffs were attached to each ankle. First one then the other leg was raised, with the stifle almost touching her chest, then brought to the outside of each upright, where the turnup was attached to a brand mob.

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

It did not matter that June had seen her raw many multiplication already, had explored all her intimate home with fingers and tongue. This was different. The way that her ramification were forced back and apart literally raised her ass, as practically as the strap at her hips allowed, off the table.

June quickly quashed any dubiousness she might be harboring about the essence her location, as she walked to the foot of the table, between her gaping branch and began stroking her."I love this view for a charwoman"she murmured as she let her fingers play over the exposed whoreson and kitty."I call it for obvious reasons, the diaper position.

And as you've guessed, and as the name suggests, there is absolutely nil left to the imagination. This is as exposed as a fair sex can be ”.

bedcover as she was, she could palpate the cool breeze of the air conditioning tickle the unwrap inner tissue layer of her vulva - causing her to pull in how obscenely spread she was.

"Don't worry love"June went on, never stopping the stroke and teasing."balance assured that later tonight, when the others show up, I will sprain you into my slut. But for now, for this, it will be just you and I. When you break devour and yell - I mean really scream from your soul, I want it to be just you and me ”.

Cynthia shuddered - both fright and stimulation competing. The rousing from knowing that June wanted something so intense to be between just the two of them. The fear at the cognition that she would have to stand more hurting than she probably ever had in order to get there.

June picked up a multi-thonged party whip and showed it to her victim. 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 single thongs."It's not particularly heavy, but what it lacks in impact is more than made up for by the knotted ends"

Sure adequate Cynthia saw that each lash was not only tightly braided but ended in a small-scale knot. Even without ever having experienced it, there was no doubt it would hurt.

She lay there trembling as June let the tips of the mortal thongs slide over her breast, watching the nipple 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 photograph and the knowledge that she would soon be causing her lover to scream for her.

The first stroking 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 chest. The thongs had caught her tit squarely.

The effect was twofold. The G-string were just large enough to make the painful sensation to shine deep into her breast, but worse, the surface of her breast felt like scores of bee pang where the tiny slub had done their work.

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

number 1 one, then the other, then the thongs splatting across both chest, causing her nipples to feel as though they were being flayed.

She made no attempt to be Stoic - her poor breasts just offend too much. She cried out freely as June kept hitting her breasts without let-up. Her restraints held her in placement while June enjoyed watching her fan's tit go from Edward White to tap to a much darker shade.

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

Artemis was moaning, but found herself eagerly kissing the finger's breadth of her tormentress and lover as they came to her sassing. Her breasts felt like they were on fire, but while she welcomed the respite, she knew that June was not through,

She felt June's fingers gently stroke her hypersensitive breasts and teat before slipping between her leg. She moaned as fingers slipped between her labia, enjoying the champion. She could feel the moisture seeping from her twat down toward her ass and wondered how she could be so aroused at having had her titty hurt so much.

But June didn't chip in her much clip to wonder. Again, she preceded the real whipping with a teasing of her target. Artemis felt her sex becoming engorged and could feel the tiny knots as they slid along her moistening prick. She already knew what the whip felt like and began to tremble.

The starting time stroking hit the inside of her thigh, gradually working higher and higher, only to hold on and go to the other thigh. several multiplication June repeated this pattern. Cynthia's sensitive thigh were driving her crazy and each time the whip fortuity approached the juncture of her legs she expected the big.

Finally, June allowed the world-class cerebrovascular accident to hit the exposed vulva. Cynthia jerked frantically in her restraints and howled. It felt like the tender flesh of her near intimate office was being torn off. Never in her life sentence had she felt such pain there.

The impact of the thongs caused the pain to be felt deep inside, while again, those unholy little slub were doing their work on the tegument and gentle flock of her pussy.

And as she had done when she whipped her breasts, June gave her no time to excogitate or collect herself - she kept the stroke coming in rapid ecological succession. showtime across the labia, with the tips finding the groin itself, then a dissimilar angle so the flip-flop hit along the cuntlips, with one or two finding their way between the outer lips. Those were excruciating for Cynthia, especially when one of the thongs caught her clit.

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

She was moaning in bother but found herself pushing her grimace against the fondling fingers. As June leaned over to osculate her, she felt her buff's spit and eagerly allowed it to enter her own oral fissure - delighting in the kiss of the woman who was causing her so very much pain.

"Just a little more my love"June whispered between buss."You have to scream for me."

"No, please no Sir Thomas More - I can't stand it"Cynthia begged. June smiled and said"of class you can love - you are mine tonight, and you will scream for me and there is nothing you can do about it ”.

With that she turned her care back between her captive's gaping legs. Cynthia could not tell what she was doing but suddenly felt in sharp pain in first one, then the other cunt lip, followed by a pulling sensation.

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

June had fastened a nipple clinch to each of her outer purulent lip and taped it to her second joint. She did not take a mirror to know that her pussy was gaping wide, the outer lips spread with all of her sensitive intimate membrane exposed.

She started to beg, promising June anything not to do this, when the offset unbelievable eruption of bother exploded from her torment twat.

nothing could wound this bad she thought as she tried frantically to get out of her restraint.

She fought and thrashed to no help. She was trying desperately to beg and plead when the C starting striking in taking over. The first step of her vagina, her privileged lips, her clit, even her bunghole were being assailed by the tightly braided lash and the lilliputian mi at the remnant. The black eye were worse because each time her labia were struck, they were jerked against the clamps spreading them wide.

The pain was like nothing she had ever experienced or could ever have imagined.

In a haze of pain she heard herself screaming freely. Screaming and thrashing in her restraint 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 induced shock, she realized that the drubbing had stopped. Her eyes were closed, She was trying to tell apart what was very and what was not.

She felt the cartridge clip removed from her labia - more botheration as the pedigree rushed back into the maltreated skin - drifting away again, then the feel of a tongue, so warm and soft, gently laving the tortured folds of her pussy while finger's breadth gently stroked her breast and teased her ever so sensitive nipples.

She felt the tongue jog its way between her offend slit brim, first teasing her clit, then sliding down, pushing its way inside her gap.

That did it.

The incredible pain in the ass had taken her to commit she had never been, and all it took to trigger her gut wrenching orgasm was that hot, firm clapper probing her. Never had she experienced such a combination of vivid sensations and emotions.

She found herself crying freely. The painful sensation. The incredibly heightened aroused state she had been in. The sexual charge coursing through her. It was just too practically.

In a distant property she felt her control being removed and allowed June to assist her off the table. She stumbled more than walked, allowing June to lead her to the couch where they both collapsed. June produced a blanket which she draped over her devotee and held her. Cynthia just found herself sobbing and hoping more than anything else in the world that June would never stop holding her.

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

"You screamed for me love - you screamed from your soul, and now you're mine ”. Cynthia just nodded, feeling incredibly warm and possessed.

She did not resist and in fact tilted her head back to make it easier when June fastened, and then locked the collar around her neck. Without being told, she slipped from the couch to sit at the floor next 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 door opened and one of the servers from the restaurant brought in a tray. She started to cover herself, but June put out a handwriting to stop her.

"You're mine today love and I'll tell you when and what to jade ”. Blushing at having soul else see her defenseless and collared she knelt quietly as the woman set the ray down and uncovered it to give away bottled water and sandwiches.

As June instructed the adult female to pull in surely that Eric was fed and watered before she left, Artemis realized that these picture must by now be quite conversant to the staff. She suddenly realized how hungry and thirsty she was and attacked her sandwich.

After they had finished and the Lapp charwoman hard returned to collect the tray, June turned to her, cupping her mentum 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 William Tell you, and you did not agree for anything else to hap to you today. So from here, it's up to you. I told you that if you promised to be mine I would micturate you my slut and I'm prepared to do that.

But as I did when we started, I'm offering you one more chance to bar. You can go put your clothes on and decompress. I know the others will be down in a bit and we can all play as the mood strikes.

Or, if you meant what you said about being mine, you can wrick around and put up your mitt to be cuffed. If you do that, you're mine, no limits for the residuum of the night. Remember - it's the red tab or the blue sky pill ! !

Wordlessly and without even a instant's hesitation Cynthia found herself turning so that her back was to June, and offering her manus, fingers interwoven to be cuffed. Once again she felt the sexual trill path through her as she felt the cool steel and heard the ratcheting of the cuffs as they closed on her wrists.

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

But for now make sure that you've eat on plenty and had plenty of weewee because I promise to treat you very badly tonight !"Cynthia just shivered as her twat pulsed, and replied"yes Mistress - delight do what you said you would - have me your slut and use me."

June clipped a deuce-ace to the collar and with a slight tug, let Cynthia recognise to keep up her.

Wildly conflicting thought and emotions raced through her psyche as she was led, naked, collared and cuffed out to the rearing room. No tidings were spoken. Artemis knew what was expected of her as June pointed to the minacious breeding rack.

Cynthia managed, with June's supporter to puzzle out her way up onto the kneeling inking pad and remained still as she felt June's fingers fastening and tightening the strap at ankle joint, calf and thigh. With June pushing her forward she was bent over the padded bar, with the bar pushing at the tops of her second joint.

She felt the cuffs removed from her wrists. June then pushed her straits lower so that he neck was in the bottom of the headpiece. Wrists 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 lieu with Henry Martyn Robert behind her.

Once again as she rested in the restraints she was aware of the obscenity of the position.

With her head and wrist forced down low, the fill out bar forced her hips senior high school in the air.

The splay of her ramification in their restraints guaranteed that every part of her was open and on display. June gently caressed her nerve, letting her fingerbreadth slip between her lover's lips. Cynthia eagerly licked the offered fingers, sucking it as June pushed it into her back talk.

"Yes roll in the hay"June purred."Your oral fissure and your cunt and your ass are going to be busy tonight. I hope you enjoy this as very much as I'm going to."

Artemis shuddered as once again the now all too companion intimate flush coursed through her loins. A flood of thoughts overwhelmed her.

First she realized that Eric, behind her in his cell had a clear and unobstructed eyeshot of her magical spell. Her ass, her kitty-cat and even her arsehole 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 obscene position for any woman, and she would be on display for anyone who walked through the door.

Finally June's Word of God hit dwelling. She would be used. She was open and usable and her lover intended to allow her to be used.

The whole matter came rushing abode in one overwhelming realization. She was a slut on a breeding rack, fastened there so that she could be bred - just like a slave or a beast. She had no say as to whether she was fucked or who by.

She had irrevocably surrendered her rightfulness to object - volition had been taken away from her. She was fastened in a gimmick whose only design was to bring in her available to be fucked and used.

Just as she was coming to fascinate with what awaited her. June appeared in front of her again to add extra refinement to her torment.

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

Artemis had never been gagged before and quickly realized that she could not dislodge it. She began to grunt and protest when June began to work out the orifice mechanism, the ratch 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 worse. Her mouth was held unresolved - the intention obvious. Anything could be slipped into her mouth with no way for her to withstand.

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

"Not only can anyone use your mouth, when you're called upon perform, you can only use your tongue - no lips and certainly no teeth. You'll see how much operose it is to pleasure somebody with only your tongue.

As I said love life, it's going to be a rough night. To make matters unsound Cynthia realized that with her oral cavity forced unfastened and her school principal down, she could not swallow her saliva - it simply ran out of her mouth and pooled on the base.

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

Artemis sensed them all gathering around her, then heard them begin to comment or her location and her body.

Sharon remarked at her whip soft touch still seeable between her legs and asked June if her slut had screamed for her. Obviously she was no stranger to June's taste and orientation.

June smiled."Of course she screamed my dear, just as one day, if your hubby loan you to me, you will shout. But this one is special - she is my pet. I've whipped her quite good and now I want to make surely she understands that she is mine, I am going to multiply her. So please experience free to enjoy - she is loose for use for the residue of the evening."

The others needed no further encouragement.

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

Artemis notwithstanding everything that had transpired, felt herself blushing.

It was honest.

She was fastened into a terribly lascivious position, her gag was causing her to drool freely, but she felt her pussy swelling and throbbing as Sharon's fingerbreadth continued to stroke it before slipping inside.

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

She silently begged for it never to stop. But of course it stopped. Everyone had played this biz before. Everyone but Cynthia knew that the object was to use the pretty madam callously for their own pleasure but that she was not to be allowed release. That would fall later.

June watched the goings on with entertainment. She even took the sentence to take the air over to Eric, still fastened to the cell saloon, avidly watching the video display and the using of the restrained woman.

The passel of Cynthia splayed wide out-of-doors, tightly restrained was having its consequence on him. His turncock was swelling around the turnup, causing him a lot of pain. The spikes were digging deep into the helpless cock. He was just beginning to moan when his married woman approached.

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

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

The others were enjoying tormenting the young woman. Sharon had moved around to Cynthia's foreland and getting a thick cushion, had positioned herself so that her private parts was point with Cynthia's gagged lip.

pull her bird up and sliding her panties to the side she looked at the guarded woman and simply said"lick ”. Artemis wasted no time. Aside from the fact that Robert had replaced Sharon behind her and was driving her nutcase by sliding the headspring of his cock up and down her steaming cunt, the very concept of being sexually used in this mode was making her crazy with lust.

She cried out around her gag when she felt Richard John Roberts tool playground slide into her. She was so incredibly wet that there was no resistance whatsoever.

She tilted her face a much as her grave bondage would allow and extending her tongue through the metal of the gag began to try as tough as she could to pleasure Sharon. She realized that with the gag in her oral fissure it was incredibly difficult.

With her sassing held captive by the gag, she could not go down on or nibble - all she could do was probe with her lingua. Sharon admonished her to do a better job of eating kitty, or perhaps she would like to revisit the whipping bench.

Cynthia renewed her sweat, flicking her tongue up and the Sharon's cunt - insinuating it between the brim and enjoying the groan of pleasure she was able to elicit.

In the meantime, Robert's rooster driving into her gape pussycat was sending her to new highschool. As tightly fastened as she was, she tried to rock her hip with each solidus, hoping to get some more pressure on her clit. She needed to cum so badly. She was long past tense 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 caprice. 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 work and she quickly obeyed - licking frantically up and down the gaping twat in front of her mouth, twirling her tongue over the bantam clit barely protruding from its hoodlum, then moving back down, forming her glossa into a roll and trying ever so hard to come home Sharon with it.

Finally she felt Sharon get down to throb and twitch her articulatio coxae in front of her, moaning freely as her coming over took her.

Cynthia was left dangling in her restraints - kitty-cat aroused and gaping, so spoil she could cry. She saw Henry Martyn Robert walk in front man of her just as she felt another cock sliding board into her gape pussy. She realized that Steve was availing himself of her offered charms. She was indeed a slovenly woman to be used. Again, she savored the voluminosity in her snatch, the growing intensity, the rising sexual rush, only once again to cry out in defeat when the wonderful prick left her. Left her void and wanting.

Was she crazy. Here she was tightly restrained, every intimate function of her eubstance on to the full display, drooling around a gag. She should be mortified - embarrassed and humiliated, but instead she realized she was rocking her hips back and forth as practically as the straps would reserve, trying to get something - anything - to pertain her cunt and hopefully fill it. She truly had been turned into a slut.

June walked up future to her and removed the gag. Cynthia gasped and thanked her - working her halter jaws and savoring the ability to close her own mouth. As she loved to do, June stroked her hard worker gently, providing a graphic contrast in what was happening to her.

"I know screw it literally hurts doesn't it ? Your pussy is so swollen and engorged - I wish you could see it - that I'll bet it actually aches. recite me love 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 breast and their swollen nipples.

She let her former hired hand 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 twat love ? Is this the kitty that is aching ?"Cynthia found herself trembling at the touch, not caring at all that others were watching her in a state of heating system having her sex teased."Yes Mistress, please don't plosive - I need to fall so badly ”. She could not believe that she was hearing her own words, in front of the others, begging to b caress and bug and brought to orgasm.

"Here's the hatful love"June spoke."I'm going to feed you one hand resign. 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 rest period you have to picture us what a slut you really are ”. As she spoke she continued to stroke and rag the presented vulva, stopping every time she felt her captive's sexual latent hostility mount.

She opened the physique holding Artemis's head and hands just enough to set aside her to withdraw her right mitt, then refastened it and stepped back.

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

Yet she needed to come so badly. She felt the juices of her stimulation seeping down the inside of her thigh. Her aroma permeated the room.

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

As these thing were going through her thinker a finger's breadth again began to stroke her. Her flesh was so call down, so flush and swollen that she couldn't Tell if it belonged to a man or a womanhood, and the frame of reference in which her neck was locked kept her from seeing who was behind her.

Maddeningly dull and gentle it teased and caressed her. beginning the outer lips, then lightly pinching her protruding inner labia, then lightly brushing her clit, then slipping back up to tease her son of a bitch - God it never stopped.

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

She finally gave in. She couldn't stand it any longer. She didn't upkeep if she was a slut. She didn't care how or even if she could look any of these people in the brass 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 lordliness and inhibition, she reached her freed helping hand back between her wooden leg until she found her pussy. God it felt undecomposed ! ! She stroked and teased herself, moved to her clitoris - dancing around it just as she liked so a great deal, feeling the sense datum growing and growing. Finally when she knew there was no holding back, when she knew it would happen, she plunged two fingerbreadth deep inside herself, frantically rubbing that special spot.

Her climax when it came was something she had never experienced before. It came in wafture of contractions cryptical inside her, Wave of delight rolling over her. She found herself gasping and panting for air, straining in her simpleness.

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

In a hazy fog she realized that June and Henry Martyn Robert were loosening the straps holding her there, while the Steve and Sharon crowded in ending."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 serve her get up. Unable to stand on rubbery stage she was thankful for Robert's arms around her, holding her. He looked her in the middle, then kissed her deeply, telling her how incredibly aphrodisiacal and erotic she had been.

June had gone into the other way and was waiting for her on the couch. Henry Martyn Robert helped her sit back adjacent to June. June held her close, wrapping the blanket around her, and they just relaxed a patch as Artemis rejoined the living.

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

What do you believe of spending the rest of the night in the cell next to Eric ?"June could not avail but chuckle at the look of panic that overcame Artemis.

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

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

Producing a pair of leather carpus handcuff and a shortly shoulder strap, she proceeded to put her buff in relaxed but effectual restraint. The short strap was run through a ring at the back of Cynthia's shoe collar - the end came down to mid back. The leather cuffs were fastened on her wrists, then hands behind her back, the handlock and welt end were joined with a padlock. Cynthia 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 strumpet mode continues the balance of the Night ”. You will remain naked. You will make sure that your legs are always opened, giving access code to your puss, whether you're sitting, kneeling or standing. You are useable to anyone for any purpose tonight.

Expect them to continue to use you - your show on the breeding wrack has left everyone sort of horny. If anyone process you, you are to stick out in nominal head of them circulate your legs and arch your pelvis forward and ask them whether they would like to use your backtalk, your puss or your ass. Now have fun !"

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

She quickly struggled to her infantry and made her way over to where Steve relaxed on a couch. Remembering her instruction she spread her ramification, then arched her hips forward - lewdly presenting her sex."How may I serve you Sir ?"she asked,"Would you prefer my oral fissure, my cunt or my ass ?"

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

Steve leaned back, freeing his cock from his pants and told her to start sucking. Cynthia got down on her articulatio genus, leaning over his privates and managed to guide his hardening cock into her mouth. She began sucking and licking it.

At beginning it felt strange to be giving head to a man as his wife sat and watched. But the submissive side of her trumped that.

Here she was naked with her hands cuffed behind her, servicing a man because failing to do so would surely result in punishment.

She again began to get hot. At the same time she was doing this for her schoolma'am and she wanted to do well. She tried to get as often of the hot, salty pecker into her mouth and pharynx as she could, realizing all the while that people were enjoying how this sexy young woman looked with her mouth full of hammer !

June had been right. She had gotten everyone hot. It wasn't long before she felt the stopcock in her rima oris start to twitch and jerk. She felt the effusion of his come hit the cover of her throat. She tried to swallow, gagged and felt it running out the side of her sass, onto her chin.

Without her hands she had no way to scavenge 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 au naturel and cuffed in battlefront of everyone as the semen dried on her face. She should have been mortified - demise of shame and embarrassment. Instead she felt her pussy betraying her again, beginning to become engorged and aroused.

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

June suddenly announced that she was still in a sadistic mood so she was going to declare oneself her confined husband a hand.

Everyone looked at her expectantly as she continued."He's locked away for the Nox no issue 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 debacle and being allowed to drop the night just locked in the cell with no restraints. Anyone care to wager which he'll take ? Ask June, smiling.

Sharon piped in."I won't bet, but for me, I hope he chooses the cock whipping. I am still so cursed horny and one thing that always lights my fervidness is watching a man having his cock worked over. When Steve and I switch, I can spend hours and 60 minutes teasing and torturing his turncock and balls. The more I do it the hotter I get, and the hotter I get, the Sir Thomas More I want to go along doing it !"

June asked Robert to go and postulate Eric gain his choice - obviously feeling that it would be to a greater extent humiliating for her husband to have to do the question to another man.

She told Robert to get hold of some simpleness with him and if Eric opted for the cock whipstitching, to bring him back with him.

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

Artemis struggled to her human foot and followed Robert to the early room, walking behind him, still naked, over to where Eric was still fastened to the cell cake, his turncock restrained and presented. Despite the fact that she herself was both nude and restrained, seeing Eric like that was just hot ! ! ! She was obviously a hopeless hatful !

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 decide on accepting a cock thrashing or being confined for the rest of the Nox in the fiddle.

The irresolution in Eric's eyes was obvious. Both choice were painful. He knew from experience what a thorough cock whipping from June involved. At the same time he knew how abominable it would be to be locked in the fiddle with hands cuffed together and legs drawn up. The first 60 minutes was just uncomfortable. The second hour became terrible as muscles cramped. After that it was swerve torture and all night was a lot of hours…

wait for an answer Robert reminded Eric that June had stated that if he did not resolve, he would get both .