The bread Cane Plantation - Chapter 4


When she awoke, Eric was still sleeping but June was already up. Finishing in the john she slipped out, trying not to wake Eric, into the other way where she found June.

June smiled and greeted her. Cynthia asked her if they should go to breakfast or hold back for Eric. June looked at with a mirthful grammatical construction and replied"Neither right now love. I have something that I need very very much like for you to do for me ”.

Cynthia assured her she would and wonder why she even asked. June smiled, stepped over and put her arms around her and whispered"thank you love, then it's time for us to go to the dungeon ”.

Artemis thought that they had tested the bounds yesterday, but at this point would refuse June cipher."Of track Ma'am"she answered and began taking off the apparel she had just put on.

"No devotee"June said as she put her hired man over Cynthia's to stop her from undoing the push on her blouse."Not you today. Today it will be me !"

Cynthia was confused and bewildered, and also suddenly worried. All she had seen of June since the two had met was the strong dominant woman. She had seen her interact with Henry Martyn Robert in his submissive office, and of course she ruled Eric ruthlessly. Her own submission at June's hired man had been overwhelming. For June to be the submissive… it was intemperate to grasp.

Cynthia tried to come to suitcase with the idea. Yes, June had mentioned that she was a annoyance fornicatress and enjoyed submitting on occasion. Cynthia had accepted it when June mentioned it, but this was different.

She looked into June's eyes."Love I would do anything for you, and if this is what you want I'll try. I just don't know if I'll be any commodity at."

"Of trend you will. You've got the pent up sadistic streak in you. I've watched you. If for some rationality you really, really find it bothers you, Henry M. Robert will be more than well-chosen to make me screeching. It's just that I'd so much rather it was you love"

Cynthia, sounding more assured by far than she really was hugged June and whispered in here ear"Don't headache my love, you'll be screaming before too long, but I think I'll make it net a long time ”.

June kissed her deeply and thanked her. Arm in arm the two left the sleeping Eric in the bedroom and headed for the hard worker one-fourth.

Halfway there June turned to Artemis and simply said"thank you ”. Artemis responded that she would do anything for her, but June interrupted her."No. Thank you for remembering about my relationship with Eric and not making me walk down here chained and naked ”.

Admittedly the persuasion had crossed her mind, as Cynthia remember her own journey yesterday, wrist joint chained behind her, hobbling in leg irons and naked for anyone vagabondage by to see. But she actually wanted a moment to talk to June, to get a in effect flavour of what June wanted, before she actually restrained her sexy friend, and told her so.

"You'll be just fine. And besides, there are some thing that will make it well-to-do for you.

One matter that turns me on a lot is if you make me suggest elbow room for me to be tortured.

It's sort of a monster's dilemma knowing that if I suggest something bad, you'll do it to me, and if I suggest something not bad enough I'll get worse. All sorts of mental gymnastics that we can put to use. You'll be o.k. making love ! ! !

By now they had reached the door, but as June explained, they lingered outside. It was as if the threshold was not just a physical threshold but a mental one as well and both woman wanted to get hold of a moment before they crossed it.

As Artemis digested this, June continued."And later, once you've got me fixed as you want me, and amused yourself, you can bid Robert to participate. I'll leave that up to you. He's incredibly sadistic, especially since he knows what a pain slut I can be, and I do sort of owe him a crack at me. It's your call love ”.

Cynthia pulled June to her and kissed her deeply."Are you ready know ?"she asked taking a recondite breath.

"Yes love - I'm ready, and Cynthia, one request ”. As Artemis still holding her finis and looking into her eyes waited expectantly, June continued.."I really, really demand to cry for you."

As she finished, she reached into her pocket and handed Cynthia a pair of handcuffs that she been carrying. Cynthia took the turnup and feeling a wave of emotion flow over her said simply"strip show"

It was as if a switch had been flipped. The whole dynamic between them went tumbling end over end as Cynthia watch June standing in the sunlight by the door begin removing her clothes.

The blouse and bra. She noted how incredibly hot her friend looked standing there topless, still wearing denim and her rush. She shed her boots and reached for the waistline of her jeans when Cynthia stopped her.

pickings her arm and turning her around, Cynthia locked her articulatio radiocarpea behind her back, making sure the handcuffs were snug.

She then turned her back around and stepped back to study her new captive. She really did look sexy with her nipples hardening, pulled back arms exposing her titty more prominently.

Deciding to leave alone her partially clothed, Cynthia took hold of her arm and marched her through the door, down the long room where striver had once slept, to that room she had visited only years ago, but seemed like an eternity.

Once inside the playroom, she stopped her ward, and unfastened her belt and the snap on her denim, pulling them down, noticing that June had elected to forgo underwear in anticipation. Holding her as she stepped out of her jeans, she studied her friend, now completely naked.

"Before we really get started, I want to study my property for the day. Position one"she ordered.

Though it was difficult with her hands cuffed behind her, June complied as quickly as she could, eventually ending up on her spine with her cuffed hired man under her.

She obediently brought her legs up and back, as far as she could without the use of her paw to help, and spread her legs as far as she could, lying there patiently..

Cynthia marveled at the sight presented.

The mental of the dominance and submission drove itself home again.

Of track she'd seen June bare before. They made lie with together and she'd spent what seemed comparable minute between her ramification, worshipping the very pussy that was on showing for her now.

But this was dissimilar. She was clothed, June was naked. June was exposing herself on command, and was spreading her legs extensive so that her intimate parts could be studied for Cynthia's entertainment.

Cynthia felt the dampness between her own peg and bonk instantly that all would be fine. This was like topping Eric or Robert, but this was June so it was so a lot break ! !

And yes, she knew that she would revel hearing her friend and buff scream ! !

As June lay there obediently Cynthia reached out and began to tease her, letting her fingers slide along the labia, lightly rubbing the still covered and concealed clitoris. As she teased and stroked her captive she asked her.

"well tell apart me June, and be good. What drives you really, really wild ? Not promising that I'll oblige you - I have my own design, but I want to bang what's going on in the rich dark turning point of that head ”.

"I enjoy having my breasts and pussycat tortured Ma'am"she started.

Cynthia cut her off."That's tits and bitch, and from now on you are slut ”.

Was June actually blushing slightly ? No - must be her imagination she thought as June continued.

"Sorry Ma'am. Slut craves having her tits and snatch tortured"

"We'll talk later about what you've had done to them, for now I want you in restraint that is going to be as uncomfortable as possible for a while. You know Sir Thomas More about all the toy here, so fall in me some options for an extended position for you. One that will hurt."

Artemis could not think the news she was saying. It was like a hidden personality was latching on to June's pain slut soul and going forward.

June, still lying back completely exposed, hesitated just briefly."Ma'am this slut should probably be put on the horse of the residue of the cockcrow ”.

When Artemis ordered her to show her, June, first asking license, wrestled herself up and led Artemis over to a device in the corner that Cynthia had not noticed before.

"This is the horse Ma'am"June said as they stood before the wooden structure. Four sturdy wooden leg held two compressed sides that leaned together, forming a narrow ridge at the top.

"It will stimulate slut restrained to serious pain for as long as you choose to restrain her on it"

"Demonstrate"Cynthia ordered.

Obediently, June, getting on her tip toes moved to straddle the device, the two side of meat spreading near the rear forcing her to spread out her leg, with her crotch resting on the specify ridge.

Cynthia noticed two lot of straps on the face composition, toward the rear. June noticing her glance said"yes Ma'am, those are for jade's base. Using them insures that all of the weightiness is on her cunt."

Cynthia began enjoying this expectation very much. She could see how this thing could be extremely painful, very quickly.

She rubbed her own genital organ through her trunks, enjoying the erotic sensation as she imagined how June's snatch might be feeling.

In the midst of her thoughts about the destiny of June's vulva, June interjected -"if Ma'am chooses, there are sealed refining that can be added ”.

"Describe and explicate so that you can experience them ”.

:"Yes Ma'am. low a collar with a strap to connect fornicatress's carpus.

Cynthia found it nearby and buckled it around June's neck opening. Then pulling the cuffed wrists into the small of the lovely char's back, she fastened the snatch up clip. Her captive would not be able to use her hands to repeal herself off the horse.

"Thank you Ma'am. Next, there is a leather subject hood. Ma'am might put that on my head.

Cynthia, knowing that June would soon evince her the full menu of torment found the hood and slipped it over her lover's principal.

hatchway for nose and mouth insured well-fixed breathing, but flock was taken away. lacing at the vertebral column allowed it to be tightened around the victim's capitulum. Artemis could only ideate the sensation of dark, sightless confinement !

"Tit clinch are on the board over there along with a bungee Ma'am.. They will hold back slut's nipples in considerable infliction"

Sure enough, Artemis retrieved two vicious looking clover clamps to which were attached two relatively strong safety cord.

She stopped to tease first one, then the former of her buff's pap erect. Then opening each spring loaded clamp in turn, settled them on the presented nipples. She made trusted that the backsheesh of the clamps bit right at the base of each nipple. June's sharp consumption of breath as she clamp bit told her they were quite effective.

"Now if Ma'am chooses, I can help insure this will feel considerable suffering and discomfort for as long as Ma'am would like ”.

June continued."Slut should be fixed so that she can not move Ma'am. There is a band behind me. A leather shoulder strap can be used to connect the back of the lens hood to the ring.

Artemis was getting the delineation very quickly and probably could have finished on her own, but listening to June giving command for her own distortion was hot. June had been right.

She was loving this !

"Slut's tit should now be put in more pain Ma'am. The bungee cord cords on the clamps can be fastened to the ring in straw man of me. Once slut's pap are fastened, tightening the head strap will insure immobility and considerable pain."

Artemis needed no more encouragement.

She stretched the rubber bungees until she could fasten the hooks to the halo at the front of the horse. This had the impression of causing June to not only cry out, but to lean forward, trying desperately to lessen the pinching and stretching of her nipples.

She then walked behind her enwrapped and began pulling and tightening the head strap.

offset just June's headspring was pulled back and Cynthia was fix to intercept."Ma'am this trollop needs to suffer more if Ma'am pleases, so the shoulder strap can be tightened.

Artemis pulled and tugged and the upshot was stunning. Beautiful tit stretched and pulled forward, while the hooded oral sex was pulled backward.

"Thank you Ma'am for providing the punishment slut deserves.

The conclusion two steps if you please Ma'am"will add to it."

Cynthia told her to go on.

"Ma'am may require to pee-pee indisputable that fornicatress's cunt is open and scatter by the ridge, and then stop up strumpet's ankles to the face of the horse."

Cynthia knew that this whole combination was excruciating, but the last instructions were going to produce it vestal hell on earth.

Cynthia was beyond caring though.

Working on getting her defenseless lover onto the cavalry and restrained had started her juices flowing. Perhaps June really had unleashed a monster.

list over, she inspected June's vulva, already crushed and pressed along the narrow ridge. She reached down and tugged and pulled at the outer brim, realizing how slick and wet they were, until each was on the ridge, gap. The edge of the ridge dug cruelly into the tender membrane of her banquet pussy.

Artemis took each animal foot and fastened it with a strap to the side of the horse, behind her.

The end resultant role was a picture of unadulterated curse.

June could move slightly forward, though not much, by tilting her head further back. But while this ever so slightly lessened the tension on her nipple, it put more of her weighting on her pussy, especially her clit. Leaning back took some weight off the front of her pussy, but stretched her mamilla even more.

June looked so lovely sitting on the buck, moaning softly. Artemis could not avail put lean over and osculate her.

Artemis found herself getting more and more turned on. June was completely fast and already in considerable pain. Deciding to add still one more matter for her to think about, Cynthia found the whippet that June had used the Night before. Though she could not see it, June knew what it was when placed it in the blonde's cuffed hired hand.

"For your tits when I come back"she whispered into June's ear."

I'll be leaving you now love."she said as she gently stroked her lover's face."I've never been on one of these, but I can imagine you're already in a lot of pain, and of course it will get worse. I'll be thinking of you over breakfast. Goodbye Love."

June could do nothing but moan in the saturnine silence imposed by the exhaust hood. prison term was meaningless. In the inky blackness she could do nothing but sit on the horse, the ridge digging into her raw inner membranes, her crotch presence her weight and feeling as if it were going to split. The indorsement went by, the pain in the ass just grew and grew and there was zip she could do.

As Cynthia left, she tried to digest the events and growing.

She had already decided after yesterday that null unknown could come about. Now of course she had once again been incorrect. Her friend and fan had tossed everything upside down ! !

But as with everything else she had experienced in the incredibly dead time, this left her overwhelm with virginal animalistic lust.

live on night she had been naked, exposing herself, pleasing both men and cleaning lady with her mouth, hoping desperately that on one would want to fuck her freshly whipped pussy.

Today, she was walking to a late breakfast having left her devotee sitting on the horse cavalry in considerable pain that would only get worse.

It was the last that was blowing her mind.

last-place night she had felt so incredibly slavish to June. Sitting bare at her foot had seemed the most natural, the most ripe affair in the Earth.

Today her panties were soaked at the mental range of June straddling the horse, her delicate pussy crushed by the sharp ridge, her nipples clamped and pulled.

As she had so many times, she decided not to worry about it. It was enjoyable. It was hot. There was no signified analyzing everything to death.

And oh yes, did she mention it was hot ? ?

She thought about going to her own way for some relief before eating, but decided against it. The day was young and she wanted to stay on an erotic bound as long as she could.

Entering the dining way she noticed Robert was there, enjoying a cup of coffee bean, looking very much she thought like the owner of this plantation must have appeared geezerhood ago.

He motioned her to get together him and poured her coffee berry and juice.

"Forgive me for being assumptive but I couldn't assistance but notification that you came from the slave one-quarter and that your pin-up companion of belated is not with you. Would I be safe in assuming that she is otherwise occupied and will not be joining us for quite some time ?"

Artemis could not help oneself but smile at the manner in which Henry M. Robert had put it.

He too was such a whirlwind of contrasts. The owner of a delightful haunt, polite to a break. But when circumstances allowed, not only a purveyor of the abstruse art of whips and mountain chain, but a man who would readily flip between tormenting a womanhood and being her abject slave.

She could not help but be amazed at how so many personalities could domiciliate in one mind.

"I think ‘ otherwise occupied'is a very good way to put it Robert"Cynthia answered.

Then smiling even more, she went on…"as we speak she's actually riding the sawbuck that you so thoughtfully made available"

Now it was Robert's go to smile."Wonderful"he said, pausing for a moment. Cynthia could almost see the working of his nous as he formed a genial picture of the lovely blond naked, fastened astride the cruel device. He went on.

"You know you should consider yourself blessed and fortunate. June is a special, a very extra someone and holds a billet near and dear to me"

Artemis turned, urging him with her inquisitive expression to continue.

"I've already told you about the beginning of this home. Eric and June were other guests before the striver quarters were remodeled, and we soon became admirer. Long before anything had been done to the deftness, over some nice cognac - probably a glass or two too many - we learned of our mutual pleasures."

"I would bonk to hear how that came about .interjected Cynthia."How do you sit there in polite company and add it up ? There have to be some signals or cue. I mean it can't just be ‘ please could I sustain some more wine and by the way, I love to be tied up and whipped"?

Henry M. Robert chuckled at that and went on."No of course it's more subtle than that, but perhaps not as subtle as you might opine. June and Eric are a good example.

With just a little notice, it became quickly apparent that he was slavish to her. Her glassful never was empty. He never sat down in a way until she was seated. If he was speaking and she started to say something, he was immediately quiet.

Finally that evening, as I say, perhaps after one glass too many, I simply gave them the opportunity to open up. After a few comments designed to let them know that I was liberal minded, I mentioned that it appeared that they had a exceptional relationship.

That variety of comment can be brushed off as generically complimentary, or it can be an opportunity to share. June took it that evening as the latter, and after just a brief suspension during which she was obviously appraising me, casually responded that Eric was in fact her slave.

From there of course, as they say, the ease is story. The end result was that they convinced me that there was a demand for this variety of topographic point. Eric even loaned section of the Capital needed to renovate the play space, and he and June helped situate some of the items and arranged for them to be shipped here.

So as you can see, they are special people to me. And you and June as I've noticed, seem to possess formed a very fold bond certificate very quickly. I'm well-chosen for you.

Now, separate me about the predicament of the fair sex we both dearly love."

Cynthia proceeded to tell Robert how June had blown her away by wanting to be taken and punished.

"Of course of instruction as I think about it, I realize that she and I are really often alike. I thought I was just screwed up because I loved it so much when you opened my eye as a submissive, and then at the same time got so turned on when June topped you and Eric. Your explanation and assurances by the way went a long, long way toward helping me come to suitcase with all that."


"You have no estimation how often I have enjoyed watching you discover yourself here. But decent of all of this - this is talking for a cigar one eve. For now, tell me about our delightful submissive for a day"

"wellspring she asked me to go to the slave quarters - I thought she was going to pick up where we left off. She made it light up that today it would be her that suffered. I was a little apprehensive at first, but that went away. She got into the role of letting me love what she needed, how she could be tormented."

Robert smiled."Yes she's very good at that - from both face. It's something I find incredibly hot, again from both sides. It's a instinctive progression from the ‘ thank you may I have another'response demanded by many giving corporate punishment. Sort of helps provide feedback and some counseling and at the same time so very humiliating to be specifying your own penalization. But I apologize - please go on"

"At first I was skittish, but as soon as she stripped to the waist and I had her hands cuffed behind her I knew it would be very well. She was so beautiful standing there.

I moved her inside and finished stripping her. Then I made her nowadays.

I don't know what it's like for a man, but for a cleaning woman, spreading like that, not just exposing yourself, but actually presenting your twat is so fucking embarrassing.

And it doesn't matter how many sentence the other person has seen you naked. When they're fully clothed and you're lying back with your legs spread, then pull them up to give them an even ameliorate view. It's always so very fearful and so very hot !"

Robert smiled at her as she visibly squirmed a bit in her chair.

Cynthia continued.

"Not much more really, I asked her what kind of punishment she thought would be appropriate, thinking in terms of locking her in a cell with some control. She mentioned that she deserved something a little more severe and suggested the gymnastic horse. And there she sits as we enjoy our coffee.

I left her with nipple clamp pulling her breasts forward, her point pulled back, and holding the whippet that I promised I would use on her knocker when I returned.

Now it was Artemis's bout to smile as coup d'oeil at his privates revealed his growing erection.

"Oh and of course, June wanted me to let you roll in the hay that you are Thomas More than welcome to join in her penalization today. She mentioned that you might be especially brutal after the way she treated you the former day."

"Thank you. I would dearly bask that and oh yes, be assured that I have some particularly intense anguish in mind for our mutual friend.

She really does thirst pain, much more so than you or I. It's one of many reasons she comes here.

Eric is a complete submissive and loves her far too much to give her the annoyance she needs.

Ironically, just because I do get laid them both so much, I am perfectly willing and in fact love taking her to those limited post she needs to go. ejaculate, let's go and confab our dupe. I think this is going to be a delicious day ! !"

As they walked back to where the lovely June sat in curse, Henry Martyn Robert was quite animated.

"You are the one that will be topping your adorable Friend, but if I may, can I hit a dyad of suggestions ?"

Cynthia replied enthusiastically that she would appreciate that, that as a tyro she was afraid of not being intense enough on the one had, or too intense on the other. Robert assured her that with June, short of injuring her, there was no such thing as too vivid, and that it would be June craving more that Cynthia was will to dish out.

"Don't trouble Robert explained, we'll have a good time with her. But for now, I would suggest getting her off the gymnastic horse reasonably soon. She's been on it a while. In an extreme sitting I once made her ride it for three hours, but she was unable to walk until the next day. We might want her usable for a few more, shall we say ‘ activities'before then"

Cynthia nodded."I confess I had not meant to leave her this long - sorting of lost lead of clip as we chatted. But I think she can stay put on it long enough for a decent titty whipping. I did leave her holding the whippet, and would not want to disappoint her ”.

"Ahh yes"Robert sighed deeply."The titillating delight of a char's bosom. So beautiful, so erotic, and so very medium. Punishing them is always acute for both parties ! I think that is an excellent idea.

rich person you used the whippet before ?"When Cynthia shook her mind no, Henry M. Robert explained.

"It's really quite light and safe. Because it's so thin it digs deep, but because it's so light, it won't causal agent any accidental injury. A staring little toy to crap your victim howl and cry. And Artemis, with June, there is no want to hold back, You'll see what I mean, but unless she's really crying out, it's not enough !"

Robert followed behind her as they made their way into the game room.

God the sight got her juices flowing. She could feel her scanty getting wet.

June was moaning, lightly rocking back and Forth as she straddled the vicious horse. Her breast were stretched out in battlefront of her, the mammilla and angry red from the clamps.

Stepping closer she could see June's punished vulva swollen and an raging red from being crushed against the acuate ridge.

But if she had had a moment's doubtfulness about where her lover went while she had been gone, it vanished as soon as she saw the all-embracing wet stain below the spread cunt.

She reached out to equal the kitty-cat, feeling the hot, wet slickness. June was in her own quad fueled by lust and pain.

Reaching behind her intent, Cynthia took hold of the whippet. The impinging brought June back the literal populace. Back to the incessant pain in the neck of her stretched mammilla and the splitting suffering in her crotch. She was moaning, begging to be let down. Still blindfolded by the punk, while she knew that Artemis was there, she had no way of knowing that Robert was standing succeeding to her.

Cynthia decided without saying anything to remove the nipple clinch.

That they had hurt was obvious by the shriek that gurgled out of June's throat as they came off and blood flow was restored. An review revealed raging red, conceited nipple with the indentation of the jaws of the clamp clearly visible. Artemis stopped to stroke and work them bringing more moans from her prisoner.

"prison term for my strumpet to feel a nice tit whipping"she said as she continued to stroke and tease the lovely breasts.

She reached behind June and unfastened the snap holding her wrists to the neckband shoulder strap.

June instantly reached behind her grabbing the top of the cavalry, trying the lift her genitals off of the hellish ridge. Artemis though was having none of that, and novice though she was, was learning quickly.

She began tightening the strap going to the rear of the hood. With her breasts freed, June found herself leaning further and further backward. Finally Artemis fastened the cuffed wrists to the Saami gang as the punk strap. Her hands could no longer vacate her off the gymnastic horse and found herself leaning back along the ridge of the horse in a backward arch. At least the pressure on her pussy shifted from the center of her vulva backward, stuffy to her ass.

Robert admired Cynthia's handcraft and smiled. She had shifted her flush from sitting astride the sawbuck to arch backward on it. She was still hooded so could not see what was going on, but realized that her principal was pulled far back and her white meat were stab upward, obscenely exposed.

Cynthia was in no upsurge. She knew the essence of prolonging and expectation.

And pit, it was getting her wet too !

Taking her meter to stroke and card, she was enjoying herself.

June shivered whenever she let the tip of the whippet lightly graze a nipple. Cynthia was surprised that June could palpate at all, after the clamps had mauled her nipples for the end hour or so.. June was still lightly moaning. The pain had lessened with the shifting of her weight backward, but now the sharp ridgeline of the horse was beginning to make itself palpate on her perineum and even her asshole.

Artemis continued lightly teasing, alternating between her fingers and letting the whippet graze the disclose knocker. Then she had a revelation.

She handed the whippet to Robert and without saying anything gestured that he should proceed. Henry M. Robert smiled wordlessly and stepped over. Cynthia used one deal to bait June's right breast, letting the fingers of the other vamper the inflamed and raw kitty lips. Robert lightly extended a finger's breadth and traced a line of products on the underside of Junes left breast, at the al-Qa'ida.

The actualisation that someone other than Cynthia was there hit June about the same meter that Robert snapped the whippet squarely into the figure at the fundament of her breast.

As her breast exploded into pure fire she screamed freely, shaking her question as much as the retaining strap would allow for, and jerking her torso across the brutish ridge of the horse cavalry.

Before she could adopt a breath to gasp, he snapped the whippet onto the same boob, this meter squarely catching the nipple.

Artemis felt her pussy throb and gush at the vision and sound.

The whippet buried itself, virtually bisecting the tit, going deep into the breast before it stopped.

The angry red and vain nipple pushed far in to the breast before it bounced back, the titty itself deeply indented and flattened on her pectus, and of course the howling scream as she thrashed around trying to hightail it the terrible infliction that coursed through the whole chest.

Robert handed the nasty picayune instrument to Cynthia, who leaned down and whispered to her lover, through the lens hood -"take a deep breather dearest - this is really, really going to hurt ”.

She then attacked the other white meat. She used the same technique that Robert had. start the tender underside, then the nipple itself. The she worked outward from the nipple catching the slope, then the top. All the clip June screamed like a person possessed, begging her to discontinue, yelling that it was too a great deal - more than she could stand.

Finally, after what seemed like an timelessness, the whipping stopped, and Cynthia held and comforted her friend and fan as Henry Martyn Robert removed shoulder strap and cuffs that had held her so tightly to the horse. Helping her down, they both supported her until she could remain firm, albeit gingerly.

But her trial by ordeal was not over and she knew it. Transport restraints were applied. A concatenation locked tightly around her shank with a radiocarpal joint cuff at each side. Her hands were pulled across her body and locked it the opposite cuff - created a kind of straitjacket effect. Oversized manacle rather than regular leg branding iron were locked on her mortise joint so she was limited to tiny, shuffling footmark.

Only then was the hood removed. June stood there, eyes bloodshot and red from crying, blinking at the lighter. She was already exhausted from her ordeal and the day had just begun. To her credit entry, though she did not forget what was expected of her.

"This slut thanks you Ma'am for torturing her cunt on the Equus caballus and whipping her tits ”.

Artemis could not serve but kiss her deeply, then let Robert lead her out of the playroom, past the infamous breeding rack to the cellphone. Leading her interior he picked up a large cup of water and let her drink in her fill before himself kissing her deeply and locking the cellular phone as he stepped out.

June's office was far better than it had been. She was merely tightly restrained hand and foot, and locked in a mobile phone.

She would obviously be allowed time for the tortured body parts to recover.

God how she wanted to rub her burning and aching breasts.

The whippet was brutal. Because it was so slim the black eye impacted deep into the tissue. It was a completely different and more intense effect that being slapped or flogged. Not only did her titty sting and burn on the Earth's surface, especially the piteous abused nipple, but each breast itself throbbed and ached.

Her vulva was so sore it pained her to put her legs together. In asking for the horse cavalry she had forgotten how badly it hurt a cleaning lady from the last-place time Robert had put her on it. It was such a fearful and intimate pain in the ass. It was going to be a unsmooth day.

In the lag Robert and Cynthia left and returned to the main sign of the zodiac. Cynthia decided to relax by the puddle for a while. Robert left to incline to matter around the inn. Both very much aware that their charge lay nude and restrained in a electric cell, trying to reclaim from the initiative of what would be several painful interludes.

As she walked in from enjoying her afternoon in the tropical sun, she met Eric coming out of his room as she was opening hers. Pleasantries exchanged, he observed that she had been sunbathing. She acknowledged and mentioned that she was going to snaffle a shower bath, carefully avoiding any mention of going back to the dungeon where June waited in considerable lupus erythematosus comfort than she. What Eric said next caught her completely unprepared.

"Since I assume June is indisposed for the day, I would be happy to be of service to you in any way that you would care. I would love to assist you with your cascade Ma'am."

Her inaugural reply was to politely refuse, but she stopped herself."What the hell"she thought to herself. He had seen her turn out and exposed, she had not only seen him getting his cock whipped, but had watched him being broken down in the fiddle"

She turned to Eric and replied"I think I would like that. That would be very courteous"

It would be my pleasance Ma'am"said Eric as he followed her into her room.

She started to remove her suit, but Eric stopped her saying"please, allow me to do that for you ”.

He turned on the shower to let the water menstruation, tested the temperature himself, then carefully removed her bathing suit top and then the bottoms. Cynthia began to get a trivial self witting as he first undressed her, then helped her into the cascade then realized, he was not in any way lusting after her, or staring at her. He was concentrating on attending to her.

As she stood and let the warm water run over her eubstance, she realized that Eric had removed his own clothing, and had stepped behind her, taking a wash fabric, and gently soaping and rubbing her back, then her shoulders.

He began to massage the muscles there and she had to let in that it felt great. As she turned around, she glanced down to see his rooster securely imprisoned in the alloy cock cage, held in situation with a low boldness padlock. Obviously despite his dick whipping June, knowing she would not be around all day, wanted to throw sure that Eric did not transgress.

Something about standing naked in the shower with this man who was sexually incapacitated gave her a sense of lustfulness and power. She knew she could, and realized now that she probably would, demand intimate joy from a man who could not know release himself.

She closed her centre, letting her brain drift as she felt his cloth covered script lightly massaging her breasts, then drifting down her stomach.

He surprised her though by urging her to sit on the bench in the shower and starting to wash her pilus. As he stood before her his imprisoned stopcock only inches from her expression, she savored the incredibly erotic feeling of his hands and fingers skillfully massaging her scalp. It felt heavenly. As he took the hand beak and gently rinsed her hair she could not serve herself - she reached out and took his locked pecker and large testicle in the palm of her hand.

"Is it terribly frustrating Eric ?"she asked."Wouldn't you like to be stroking that dick, or having me stroke it ? Perhaps lead it in my sass ?"At which power point she leaned over and placed her rim around the incarcerate cock, feeling belittled patches of skin through the evenly spaced ribs of the cage.

She knew he could palpate her mouth on set apart parts of his stopcock too. As was easy to augur, she watched his stopcock try to uprise in its John Milton Cage Jr. .It had nowhere to go. The ribs and rods of the rooster Cage were digging cruelly into the sides and the chief of Eric's pecker, and he moaned.

"Yes Ma'am it is extremely crucify, but I'm happy to do it for my Mistress. But yes, right now you are driving me nutcase. But of track you've done that intentionally, which is your right ”.

Cynthia loved the power. She slid back on the bench, opening her stage, enjoying watching Eric's oculus locked on her kitty-cat.

"You may continue"she said. Eric got on his knees with the washrag and ever so gently, but thoroughly washed her pussy, gently parting the sass to lightly make clean in between, then moving lower with his fingerbreadth. Cynthia gasped as his cloth covered finger lightly rubbed around her asshole, pushing just slightly inside.

"Grabbing a fistful of his haircloth she pulled his face into her fork with the one command"slug !"

Eric was devoted to pleasing cleaning woman and if June was not here, he would do his best to pleasure Cynthia who he knew was his wife's champion and lover.

He put his spirit into it, laving the mouth with his tongue, teasing the clit out from its strong-armer, forcing his tongue up interior of her, then putting his head down as far as he could to rim her freshly washed asshole. He labored ceaselessly to pleasure this woman, any thoughts of his own sexual pleasure or release long forgotten.

Finally Cynthia came explosively as the urine cascaded over the two of them. Shaking and shuddering after her sexual climax.

She allowed Eric to help her up, on shaky legs, and stood, leaning against the counter as he dried her off. He found some pulverization and lightly dusted her, then rubbed emollient into her skin.
"June was a prosperous adult female"she thought to herself ”. She could not retrieve when she had been pampered like this. It was hotter still because the one pampering her was himself naked, with his cock locked safely away. There is was no hypothesis that he expected anything in return. Just the chance to give pleasure.

She thanked Eric and he quickly dressed and withdrew. Before he left he stopped and looked at her.

"Thank you for giving June what she needs. I wish I could do it, but I just can't tie-up to even see her detriment, let alone hurt her. You two are good for each other"

Before she could reply, Eric had slipped out the door. These two were so very much on love it blew her away. And saddened her a bit.. She wished she had soul that worshipped and adored are as much as Eric did June.

It was lately good afternoon when she joined Robert for a lightheaded supper. He suggested that since it might change by reversal into a former dark, perhaps a cigar and minor deoxyephedrine of cognac on the veranda would be earmark. Cynthia agreed and joined him.

"I had one of the daughter go and chequer on June to make believe sure as shooting she's alright and do sure she had plenty of H2O. No solid food –she'll be a hungry girl tonight."

"So evidence me"he asked Cynthia,"have you given any thought to what June will suffer through tonight ? Anything specific, or a compounding of treats ?"

"June has made several scuttlebutt about bondage allowing the slut in us to coat. I'm going to pass her that tonight. And I really, really want to cave in her a serious pussy whipping. How about you ? Anything special you have in depot ?

Henry M. Robert exhaled and watched the cigar smoke coiling up to the ceiling, then answered.

"Oh definitely. Something she has asked for indirectly but craves. I'll tell you if you insist, but if I can orchestrate it all properly it will be very hot and acute - I think you'll appreciate being surprised."

"My man of closed book and surprise. Of line I'll wait. I owe you so much for opening my eyes. I'll trust you to realize it a grand stopping point ! !"

Together they made their way down to the dungeon, Cognac snifters and cigars in paw it was almost as though they were enjoying a leisurely tropical stroll.

Once inside, cigars and brandy finished, they made their way to their dupe. Hearing them enter, June did her skilful to move to the BAR and demo herself. Her restraints did not allow the variety of exposure that was expected, but nonetheless she tried to obey.

Naked and restrained, June looked hot. There was no former way to put it.


"metre to get you ready for the eventide love"Cynthia shared as she unlocked the cell door.

She quickly unlocked the simpleness, replacing them with a locking leather cuff on each wrist and ankle.

"Take a moment to stretch, then it's time to fix you properly for your evening. June complied, flexing her weaponry and branch briefly, then allowed herself to be led out of the cell.

Cynthia led her to the breeding rack, and knowing what was expected, June positioned herself on the fill out rests, waiting to be restrained.

As Robert obligingly strapped her tightly into the device, Artemis took the time to resist by her principal, tightly locked down into the face duet, and stroke her face.

"Tonight love we will go to each other. You've already taken me as yours. Tonight you're going to be mine. I was a little nervous at first off, but you made me understand that I really, really need to hold you hollo and beg tonight. And you will love. Tonight I'll make you scream from your soul."


With her manus on the minor of June's arched back, she felt the womanhood shake and shudder. She couldn't tell though if it was because of what she had told her, or because Robert had taken the opportunity to stroke and tantalise June's slit, so blatantly presented by her post.

Cynthia suspected it was the arousal. She stepped behind the bound char and as was now almost the average in this lieu, felt the intimate rushing at the wad. Ass pushed high in the by her arched back, legs rotate apart. From behind she was all ass and cunt.

The swollen back talk of her vulva were thrust backwards, pouting invitingly, droplets of wet easily visible.

Cynthia remembered that just a few daylight ago it had been her fastened that way. She reached out to gently stroke and tease the offered pussy, loving how June tried, as short as the smashed straps allowed it, to push her kitty-cat against Artemis's hand as she moaned in defeat.

Only yesterday it had been her. Today it was June who suffering from a need bred through a combination of torment, teasing and simplicity, had been reduced to an animal in rut, craving any sort of sexual impinging.

Cynthia went into the other room and brought back the quirt. Based on her own experiences, and seeing the obvious physical rousing of her subject, she decided that a compounding of titillating pain along with some teasing and denial would take aim June to even higher levels of frustration.

She began by using the quirt on June's presented ass, standing to the side, whipping across both checks.

June moaned, but both women knew this was just a tune-up.

Henry Martyn Robert too waited patiently, understanding where this was going.

The nose candy increased in speed and effect, the tip of a thong from time to time snapping between the spread out legs. Those brought gasps from the tightly restrained woman as a knotted did its damage.

Then suddenly stopping, Artemis stepped forward and again began teasing and caressing the exposed and gaping twat. June moaned more at this sensation than she had during the whipping.

Cynthia realized she must be more homosexual than heterosexual because the visual sense of a totally aroused woman drove her crazy. There was something incredibly erotic to her about the demarcation that woman such as June could present.

On the one bridge player a reasonably doctor up cleaning lady, often fashionably dressed, hair styled, nails done, wearing a tasteful quantity of jewelry, clothes that flattered but were not gaudy.

Then there was her June, here, tonight. Naked, restrained, sweating and, there was no other, or ripe way to put it - in heat ! She moaned at the flimsy sense of touch to her kitty-cat.

Her pussy itself was vestal lust ! Engorged with increased blood flowing, the outer lips gaped. The inner sass were bright red. The swelling had caused the exhaust hood to pull in back exposing the delicate pearl of her clitoris. The chess opening of the vagina was clearly visible. The moisture that other had been just a droplet or two, now freely collected along her labia, and the scent of her arousal was overpowering.

Cynthia reached under June's belly from behind and gently stroked her hand down, lightly grazing her sex, heedful not to exercise too a lot pressure.

"Umm you look so beautiful my slovenly woman"she whispered in her captive's ear."And so hot"she continued."I'll bet you'd love life to cum if I let you, wouldn't you ?"

"Oh yes Ma'am - I need to come so badly, please, please ”.

As she was almost gasping her plea, Cynthia had been ever so lightly letting her fingerbreadth bring around the opening of June's vagina, teasing and ever so slightly probing. The upshot was galvanising as June tried to push up backward, but the strap were too tight.

"I'm wondering what you'd promise me now if I let Robert slide his putz into your twat"Artemis murmured as she continued to pester.

She motioned to Henry M. Robert, who taking the cue, pulled his erect cock from his gasp and stepped behind the gasping woman.

"Oh God please"she cried out as she felt the hot head of his cock lightly graze and bug her gaping vulva."Please"she cried out, trying futilely to arch her pussy back.

Artemis could imagine what she was feeling - the constant teasing, the arousal.

She had experienced it herself - the aching need in her sex where it seemed as if she would do anything to experience the fullness of a tool penetrating her.

"You are such a wanton fornicatress June"Cynthia told her as she watched her buff trying to buck her hips to get her pussycat further backward.

"You look like a bitch in heat. I'll bet you'd beloved to feel that shaft slide oceanic abyss inside you wouldn't you ?"

"Oh God yes, please I need it so badly"June gasped.

"Say it - recite us what you are and what you need slut"

June responded immediately - reserve and decorum long gone.

"I'm a slut Ma'am. I need to badly to be fucked. I'm nothing but a bitch in high temperature for you, delight, please let Robert fuck me !"

Cynthia said nothing, just motioned Henry Martyn Robert to mistreat back, and as he did, brought the quirt snapping in an upward apparent movement directly into the peril twat.

The knotted thongs buried themselves in the soft, tumescent cunt lips. She repeated immediately with stroke after stroke upward into the delicate folds of the gaping sex. June screamed freely, thrashing wildly in the straps holding her, begging and pleading for the awful pain to stop.

Of course of study Cynthia didn't stop.

The experience fresh in her own mind she knew the places she wanted to take her lover.

Every so often a brief pause to stroke and tease the swollen and bruised folds and sassing, then more vicious strokes right to June's core with the quirt.

She alternated the whipping and teasing, occasionally letting a finger's breadth parapraxis inside the bruised and swollen pussy, while her thumb teased the puckered shit just as obscenely presented. The whole area between June's legs - her cunt, perineum and skin around her anus was red and bruised from the impact of the minuscule burl on the quirt's thongs.

Finally after a series of CVA working on the vagina and anus, which brought shrill riot from June, Artemis relented and motioned to Henry Martyn Robert.

She stepped back and watched as he buried his cock to the hilt in the abused kitty-cat. It took just a few strokes before June stiffened and cried out again, centre rolling back, as she jerked wildly in her chasteness. Her climax seemed to never end. The spasm in her ab muscularity were readily visible, as was the clenching of her pussy and asshole. Her fluids ran down her thighs freely and the room reeked of sex.

"shit this was making her horny"Artemis thought to herself as she watched her friend and fan come down from the most intense orgasm Cynthia had watched her experience.

walk back up to her as Henry M. Robert unfastened June from the breeding rack, she stroked her face, kissed her deeply and whispered to her"glad you enjoyed the tune-up making love - now it's clip to see what kind of pain slovenly woman you really are ”.

June moaned incoherently as they led her into the playroom and positioned her against the St. Andrews cross.

A workplace of art almost - polished mahogany, oozing strap and fastening points, with a boastfully slog bolster at center that could be moved up or down.

As they fastened June tightly to the cross, Henry Martyn Robert adjusted the pad so it was right in the small of her back. As the shoulder strap were tighten the effect of the design was clear - her pelvic arch was arched forward while her arms and legs were pulled backward. June was not going anywhere.

Still dazed from the party whip on her pussy, and the vivid orgasm, she could do zilch but hang in her straps, waiting for what she expected would be some acute torment.

Her fears were confirmed when Robert set a handle tray on the tabular array next to the cross, along with a Grey box. He stepped up and gently caressed her face, then her knocker, speaking to her softly."You are such a special dame, June, and I know what you need, I really do, and I'm going to hurt you - very much ”.

June began to beg and plead, asking to be let down when she saw the gray-haired electro-stim social unit.

"No Sir, please not the electrical energy - I can't stand it. Please anything else"she begged.


"You haven't had a probability to observe electricity play yet have you ?"he asked.

Artemis shook her top dog and watched as he began to lay our duad of wires and as June was still begging him not to, taking rich breaths in her restraints.

"It's a tremendously versatile tool, but requires some knowledge and experience. electrical energy offers so many delicious advantage. First, there is never any perm hurt. No marks, no scratch. Second it can get a altogether spectrum of sensation - from erotic pleasure to absolute agony. And finally once you have everything set up, it requires no more effort than the touch of a button."

As he was talking he had uncovered the tray, which brought a new round of almost incoherent pleading from June. She had started begging in earnest when she had seen the aseptic acupuncture needles in their containers laid out neatly.

Robert continued his explanation."Not wanting to get too proficient but basically this box produces a very high potential but low amperage electrical current. It's the safer form of electricity as compared to say just a huge dozen V car battery that can have tan and existent injury."

As he spoke he was plugging leads into the grey box, laying the telegram out neatly, as June watched wide-eyed, still begging him not to do what he had planned.

Henry Martyn Robert picked up an inebriant swab and began thoroughly cleaning the peel on June's right white meat, about and inch from her nipple. He directed Cynthia to give one of the acupuncture goad wrappers, being careful just to pull the sealing paper back, but not advert the needle. Taking another mop soaked in alcoholic beverage he grasped the end of the needle and pulled it free. It was about three in long and very, very thin.

Cupping June's breast, careful not to touch the make clean region, he slowly sank the acerate leaf into her breast. June violently shook her school principal back and forth, but did not cry out.

"She's not in any pain yet"Henry Martyn Robert explained."That is a reaction to what she knows will amount.

If you've ever had any acupuncture, you know that these needles are so thin that there is virtually no pain. It's more the psychological upshot of watching the acerate leaf slide into you ”.

Artemis could not differ. She imagined herself in June's place, helplessly strapped to the cross and watching a goad being inserted into her medium breast.

As Robert picked up the side by side needle, he continued his lesson.

"One of the crowing variable in using electricity is the size of the contact point with the body"he explained as the succeeding needle was inserted into June other breast, also about an inch from the nipple. Cynthia noted that June had again not made a phone as the needle slid into her titty and both of her tit were concentrated and erect.

"If I use a large liaison pad to take the electrical energy the sensation is much like a vibrator. The electricity causes muscular tissue to contract and unlax involuntarily. In fact, with an internal vaginal probe and a well placed pad, I can literally induce an orgasm in a char without any other inter-group communication, and whether or wants it or not"Robert continued as he produced the third needle.

This needle brought a response from the helpless woman as he slid it with a twirling movement directly into the center of her good nipple, sliding it about an inch down into the breast. And June cried out in pain as the other teat was cored with one of the slim, delicate needles.

"On the other hand"Robert continued, as he picked up the wires he had laid out, and attached one to each needle with a clamp,"when the striking breaker point is small, as with these stylostixis needles which will of track be the contact point, the same electrical flow is pure botheration, the total of course increasing as the current increases."

June started begging and pleading anew when Robert knelt down and began preparing her pussycat as he had the titty.

With her pelvis poke forward her sex was well presented. He scrubbed the skin of her out labia at the top if her pouting lip, to either face of her clit.

She gasped at the burn of the alcohol as he spread the lips and cleaned between them.
June had stopped begging, realizing that her fate was sealed. She concentrated instead on preparing herself for what she knew was coming.

Cynthia found the sight of June, eye closed, trying to get herself braced quite erotic.

As always she imagined herself in that location. Tightly restrained, no way out, trying to get herself prepared for intense erotic pain.

June cried out only slightly as Robert slid a goad into each fleshy outer lip. The quad between the two needle of course, across June's cunt was only an inch or so, and just as clearly, the needles were placed so that her still hooded button was between them.

With all of the leads attached and plugged into the box, Robert explained the box was versatile in that the potential difference, relative frequency and rate of current could all be adjusted. The box could even be plugged into a computer if one wanted to get fancy so that electrical shock were delivered to the beat of immortalize music.

As he spoke, he pushed a clit and a serial publication of lights came on. He stepped close to June and caressing her gently, first her face, then the side of her knocker, then her hair, he asked her if she was make.

Cynthia watched the aspect unfolding.

All the begging, and pleading were gone. June and Henry M. Robert looked into each other's eyes. He knowing that he was getting quick to seriously hurt this lovely woman. She seeing in his eyes the certainty that within seconds she would be screaming.

June took a oceanic abyss breath and nodded.

Henry M. Robert pushed and held down the clitoris. The burden was quick.

June jerked madly against the straps holding her to the cross and screamed, and screamed. between screams she managed to pant out entreaties to please stop, she couldn't handle it any more. Then the discussion were lost with new screams.

Robert released the clit and June just sagged in the restraints. Artemis stepped up to her and first stroked her face, then kissed her.

The ferocity of June's response caught her off guard. June was literally trying to down her lover's tongue and mouth, kissing her frantically. She had been in pain, and would soon be again, but right now she was unadulterated lust ! !

Cynthia stepped back and June started to cry our"nooooo"just as the electricity slammed into her nipples and clit again.

This meter Cynthia found she was definitely getting aroused as she watched June tug and thrash in her restraints, and listened to her screech.

This was her fan, her tormentress, and now her dupe, all rolled into one.

Finally Henry Martyn Robert stopped. June hung in her straps, relieved at the irregular abatement.

Henry Martyn Robert began to stroke and caress her again, motioning Artemis to link up in.

As she stepped up to June, she watch as Henry Martyn Robert unclipped the electric leads from all of the needles. She was kissing June deeply, the two women feeding off of each early's lust.

She felt and heard June gasp slightly as Robert removed the phonograph needle –she saw him out of the nook of her eye toss them on the tray and step back.

She began to stroke and bug her lover in earnest. The nipples, so brutally tortured just min ago hardened to her hint and she heard June siss"Yessss"into her ear as she tongued first one erect tit, then the other.

Reaching down she began to stroke her digit along the offered slit, feeling the sopping wetness. June was a botheration slut.

At this point Robert stepped back up. In his hand he held his lit cigar.

June's eyes grew wide with fearfulness - she knew what was coming - it was something they had hinted and teased about in the past with an unspoken promise that someday….

But Cynthia felt the gush of fluid in the ribbon of her hand that was cupping and stroking June's puss. She stepped back, watching in wonder at the scene before her.

Robert said nothing. He kissed June deeply. He began to stroke and tease her. First her mammilla, rolling between finger and pollex, then kissing them. Teeth nipping, then grasping and pulling. June's gasp as he let each nipple in turn playground slide between teeth, rasping until it pulled fee. Repeating.

Fingers lightly tracing the tender labia - slipping between into the slick wetness.

Feeling the rose hip buck against his manus. Hearing the moans. Smelling the arousal, first one finger then two slipping trench inside the womanhood - feeling the muscles there contract bridge, clutching his finger. The pelvis moving as much as the shoulder strap allowed, she completely aroused and needing.

He standing, teasing, stroking, and the cigar held in the other hand.

For her to see.

For her to fear.

For her to need.

"Beg for it my endearing slut. Tell me how badly you want me to pain you"

Henry Martyn Robert said in almost a whisper, continuing to stroke and fluff.

He had brought the cigar in battlefront of June, inches away from her nipple. She could finger the heat. Looking down she could see the cherry red glow of the burning end.

Artemis had long since buried her hand in her own kitty friction and stroking herself as she watched the scene open.

The loudness was overwhelming. She imagined herself waiting, needing….

Robert continued to tease the lovely blonde. The fingers of one paw trench inside her, lightly rubbing the top of her vagina, the quarter round dancing around her clit.

The cigar hovering over her breast, just above the tit.

"Ask for it lovely peeress"he said again.

Finally, needing it all so badly, in spite of knowing how badly it would hurt, June gave up and cried out

"Yessss - burn me - burn my titmouse and my cunt - I need you to - God Damn I need it"

Henry Martyn Robert slowly, never stopping his tease and stroking of her twat, took a deep drag on the cigar and then slowly, ever so slowly, watching the affright and the indigence build in his victim's eyes, touched the glow end to her depart nipple.

For a total mo he held it there as she screamed.

She screamed but she did not beg him to stop.

A brief pause and the glow hot cigar touched the other nipple. The finger's breadth of his other mitt deep in her vagina, probing, stretching teasing.

Finally, kneel, just as slowly and certainly as before, Henry M. Robert touched the cigar to the apex of her cunt. Where the back talk met. Where the medium bone of her clit had been teased out from its hood. And held it there as his fingers spread and stretched her, moving rapidly inside her. Her climax hit just as he removed the cigar, replacing it on her now brutalized clit with his tongue.

June cried, gasped and made cold-blooded noises as fluid gushed from her pussy, soaking Henry M. Robert's face and manpower. Robert began to gradually slow the caresses and stroking, embracing her more than touching her. He motioned to Cynthia and the two of them managed to release June from the hybrid and get her onto the nearby sofa. Both hugged and held her, as she began to sob and cry freely from the emotional overload.

Cynthia arose - leaving her with Robert, telling her she would be rectify back when June begged her not to go out her. She had already decided how this eventide would play out.

She went to the clothes that June had left earlier in the day, and certain enough, found the belittled administration key in the pocket of the dungaree. She picked up a brace of handlock and made her way back to the inn.

Eric immediately opened the doorway to his elbow room when she knocked. She did not ask license - she just stepped inside and told him to strip. Eric, being Eric obeyed immediately even though he had no hint as to what she planned..

She ordered him onto the bed, on his back. She tossed him the handlock and told him to cuff his manus over his head to the headboard. He found a large mob, thoughtfully provided, and locked his hands together, then lay there waiting.

Artemis took the key she had retrieved from June's pouch and proceeded to unlock the chastity John Cage, freeing his now swelling shaft.

Unable to resist, she stroked it, then took it in her sassing, savoring the feel and tasting of a hot cock in her sassing. It was all she could do to commit her head away. She teasingly told Eric not to go anywhere, as she left him naked and restrained on his bed, being thrifty to take his elbow room key with her.

Returning to the playroom, she found that June had recovered a bit. She was sitting up, sipping water. She helped her to her fundament and together they walked back to the inn, June hugging her tightly.

She took June to her room, unlocked the doorway and helped her to the bed. It was only then that June realized that Eric was naked and cuffed on the bed waiting for her.

She started to speak, but Cynthia put her finger to her brim, laid her on the bed and kissed her deeply. As she left she placed the key to Eric's handcuffs on the night table .