The Sugar Cane woodlet - Chapter 4


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

June smiled and greeted her. Artemis asked her if they should go to breakfast or wait for Eric. June looked at with a funny verbalism and replied"Neither right now love. I have something that I need very much like for you to do for me ”.

Cynthia assured her she would and wondered 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 ”.

Cynthia thought that they had tested the leap yesterday, but at this point would refuse June nothing."Of form Ma'am"she answered and began taking off the clothes she had just put on.

"No lover"June said as she put her hand over Cynthia's to break off her from undoing the buttons on her blouse."Not you today. Today it will be me !"

Artemis was confused and bewildered, and also suddenly apprehensive. All she had seen of June since the two had met was the potent dominant allele woman. She had seen her interact with Robert in his subservient role, 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 hard to grasp.

Artemis tried to come up to grips with the idea. Yes, June had mentioned that she was a pain adulteress and enjoyed submitting on affair. 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 practiced at."

"Of course you will. You've got the pent up sadistic bar in you. I've watched you. If for some reason you really, really find it bothers you, Robert will be Thomas More than happy to make me scream. It's just that I'd so often rather it was you love"

Cynthia, sounding more assured by far than she really was hugged June and whispered in here ear"Don't worry my love, you'll be screaming before too farseeing, but I think I'll make it last 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 slave quarters.

Halfway there June turned to Cynthia and simply said"thank you ”. Cynthia responded that she would do anything for her, but June interrupted her."No. give thanks you for remembering about my relationship with Eric and not making me take the air down here chained and nude ”.

Admittedly the thought had crossed her mind, as Cynthia remember her own journey yesterday, radiocarpal joint chained behind her, hobbling in leg irons and naked for anyone roving by to see. But she actually wanted a second to talk to June, to get a better notion of what June wanted, before she actually restrained her sexy friend, and told her so.

"You'll be just mulct. And besides, there are some things that will realise it light for you.

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

It's sort of a devil'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 regretful. All sorts of genial gymnastics that we can put to use. You'll be ticket love ! ! !

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

As Cynthia digested this, June continued."And later, once you've got me fixed as you want me, and amused yourself, you can invite Robert to take part. I'll leave that up to you. He's incredibly sadistic, especially since he knows what a painful sensation slattern I can be, and I do sort of owe him a tornado at me. It's your call love ”.

Artemis pulled June to her and kissed her deeply."Are you ready get laid ?"she asked taking a deep hint.

"Yes love - I'm fix, and Artemis, one petition ”. As Cynthia still holding her close and looking into her eyes waited expectantly, June continued.."I really, really need to scream for you."

As she finished, she reached into her air hole and handed Cynthia a pair of handcuffs that she been carrying. Cynthia took the handcuff and feeling a wave of emotion flow over her said simply"funnies"

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 room access begin removing her clothes.

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

Taking her arm and turning her around, Artemis locked her wrists behind her back, making sure the handcuffs were cozy.

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

decision making to pass on her partially clothed, Artemis took cargo deck of her arm and marched her through the door, down the farseeing room where slaves had once slept, to that room she had visited only days ago, but seemed like an eternity.

Once inside the playroom, she stopped her Montgomery Ward, and unfastened her swath and the snap on her jeans, pulling them down, noticing that June had elected to waive underclothing in anticipation. Holding her as she stepped out of her jean, she studied her Friend, now completely naked.

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

Though it was unmanageable with her hands cuffed behind her, June complied as quickly as she could, eventually ending up on her back with her cuff hands under her.

She obediently brought her legs up and back, as far as she could without the use of her hands to aid, 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 class she'd seen June defenseless before. They made love together and she'd spent what seemed like hours between her legs, worshipping the very snatch that was on display for her now.

But this was unlike. She was clothed, June was naked. June was exposing herself on statement, and was spreading her peg spacious so that her intimate role could be studied for Cynthia's entertainment.

Cynthia felt the dampness between her own legs and knew instantly that all would be very well. This was like topping Eric or Robert, but this was June so it was so a lot better ! !

And yes, she knew that she would enjoy hearing her booster and lover scream ! !

As June lay there obediently Cynthia reached out and began to tease her, letting her finger's breadth slide along the labia, lightly rubbing the still covered and hidden clit. As she teased and stroked her jailed she asked her.

"Well tell me June, and be reliable. What drives you really, really wild ? Not promising that I'll oblige you - I have my own programme, but I want to know what's going on in the deep darkness nook of that psyche ”.

"I enjoy having my breast and pussy tortured Ma'am"she started.

Cynthia cut her off."That's breast and cunt, 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. fornicatress craves having her tits and cunt 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 spell. You know more about all the toy here, so afford me some options for an extended position for you. One that will hurt."

Cynthia could not believe the words she was saying. It was like a secret personality was latching on to June's painfulness slovenly woman psyche 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 rest of the morning ”.

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

"This is the Equus caballus Ma'am"June said as they stood before the wooden complex body part. Four sturdy legs held two unconditional side of meat that leaned together, forming a nail down ridge at the top.

"It will cause slut chasten to serious pain for as long as you choose to keep her on it"

"Demonstrate"Cynthia ordered.

Obediently, June, getting on her tip toes moved to straddle the gimmick, the two side spreading near the fanny forcing her to spread her legs, with her genital organ resting on the nail down ridge.

Cynthia noticed two hardening of straps on the incline firearm, toward the fundament. June noticing her glance said"yes Ma'am, those are for slut's feet. Using them insures that all of the weight is on her cunt."

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

She rubbed her own privates through her shorts, enjoying the erotic star as she imagined how June's pussy might be feeling.

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

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

:"Yes Ma'am. first-class honours degree a collar with a strap to connect hussy's articulatio radiocarpea.

Artemis found it nearby and buckled it around June's cervix. Then pulling the cuffed wrists into the small-scale of the lovely woman's back, she fastened the snap clip. Her captive would not be able to use her manpower to abstract herself off the horse.

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

Cynthia, knowing that June would soon show her the full menu of torture found the thug and slipped it over her lover's question.

Openings for poke and sass insured comfortable external respiration, but sight was taken away. lacing at the back allowed it to be tightened around the victim's head. Cynthia could only imagine the sentiency of dark, unseeing parturiency !

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

Sure enough, Cynthia retrieved two vicious looking clover clamps to which were attached two relatively strong India rubber cords.

She stopped to rally first one, then the other of her lover's nipples erect. Then opening each spring loaded clinch in play, settled them on the presented nipple. She made sure that the tips of the clinch bit right at the base of each nipple. June's knifelike intake of hint as she clamp bit told her they were quite effective.

"Now if Ma'am chooses, I can facilitate cover this will experience considerable distress 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 tintinnabulation behind me. A leather strap can be used to relate the back of the hood to the ring.

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

She was loving this !

"Slut's tits should now be put in more pain Ma'am. The bungee cords on the clamps can be fastened to the tintinnabulation in front of me. Once slut's tits are fastened, tightening the head strap will secure immobility and considerable pain."

Cynthia needed no more encouragement.

She stretched the rubber bungees until she could fasten the lure to the ring at the movement of the buck. This had the effect of causing June to not only cry out, but to run forward, trying desperately to fall the pinching and stretch of her tit.

She then walked behind her captive and began pulling and tightening the forefront strap.

First just June's head was pulled back and Cynthia was ready to kibosh."Ma'am this slut needs to meet more if Ma'am plea, so the strap can be tightened.

Cynthia pulled and tugged and the issue was stunning. Beautiful titty stretched and pulled forward, while the hooded headway was pulled backward.

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

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

Cynthia told her to go on.

"Ma'am may want to make sure that slut's puss is exposed and spread by the ridge, and then insure slut's articulatio talocruralis to the side of the horse."

Artemis knew that this whole combination was excruciating, but the lastly direction were going to urinate it vestal hell.

Artemis was beyond caring though.

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

Leaning over, she inspected June's vulva, already crushed and pressed along the narrow ridge. She reached down and tugged and pulled at the outer sass, realizing how silken and wet they were, until each was on the ridge, spread. The edge of the ridgeline dug cruelly into the tender membranes of her spread pussy.

Artemis took each pes and fastened it with a strap to the side of the buck, behind her.

The end result was a picture of arrant bedevilment.

June could move slightly forward, though not much, by tilting her oral sex further back. But while this ever so slightly lessened the tension on her nipples, it put to a greater extent of her weight unit on her twat, especially her button. Leaning back took some weight off the front of her puss, but stretched her nipples even more.

June looked so lovely sitting on the horse, moaning softly. Cynthia could not help put lean over and osculate her.

Cynthia found herself getting Thomas More and more ferment on. June was completely immobile 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 hands.

"For your bosom 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 reckon you're already in a lot of pain, and of row it will get bad. I'll be thinking of you over breakfast. Goodbye Love."

June could do nothing but moan in the glum secrecy imposed by the hood. Time was meaningless. In the inky blackness she could do nada but sit on the horse, the ridge digging into her sensitive inner tissue layer, her genitalia bearing her exercising weight and flavor as if it were going to cleave. The secondment went by, the pain just grew and grew and there was naught she could do.

As Cynthia left, she tried to condense the events and ontogenesis.

She had already decided after yesterday that nada alien could happen. Now of form she had once again been wrong. Her friend and lover had tossed everything upside down ! !

But as with everything else she had experienced in the incredibly curtly time, this left her flood out with pure animalistic lust.

utmost night she had been naked, exposing herself, pleasing both men and woman with her sass, hoping desperately that on one would desire to sleep together her freshly whipped pussy.

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

It was the last that was blowing her mind.

Last night she had felt so incredibly subservient to June. Sitting naked at her feet had seemed the most innate, the most mighty thing in the globe.

Today her step-in were soaked at the mental image of June straddling the knight, her delicate pussy crushed by the sharp ridge, her tit clamped and pulled.

As she had so many times, she decided not to care about it. It was gratifying. It was hot. There was no sense analyzing everything to death.

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

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

Entering the dining way she noticed Henry Martyn Robert was there, enjoying a cup of coffee, looking very practically she thought like the possessor of this plantation must have appeared years ago.

He motioned her to get together him and poured her chocolate and juice.

"Forgive me for being assuming but I couldn't help but notice that you came from the slave quarter and that your cover girl companion of late is not with you. Would I be prophylactic in assuming that she is otherwise occupied and will not be joining us for quite some time ?"

Cynthia could not facilitate but smile at the fashion in which Henry Martyn Robert had put it.

He too was such a whirlwind of dividing line. The owner of a delicious holiday resort, polite to a fault. But when consideration allowed, not only a purveyor of the deep art of whips and chains, but a man who would readily alternate between tormenting a woman and being her abject striver.

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

"I think ‘ otherwise interest'is a very unspoilt way to put it Robert"Artemis answered.

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

Now it was Henry Martyn Robert's turn to smile."Wonderful"he said, pausing for a moment. Cynthia could almost see the workings of his mind as he formed a genial word picture of the lovely blonde naked, fastened astride the brutal gimmick. He went on.

"You know you should consider yourself blessed and fortunate. June is a particular, a very exceptional individual and holds a office near and dear to me"

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

"I've already told you about the origins of this office. Eric and June were former guests before the slave quarter were remodeled, and we soon became friends. long before anything had been done to the facility, over some prissy cognac - probably a trash or two too many - we learned of our mutual pleasures."

"I would love to hear how that came about .interjected Artemis."How do you sit there in civilised party and get it up ? There have to be some signals or clues. I mean it can't just be ‘ please could I give birth some more wine and by the way, I love to be tied up and whipped"?

Robert chuckled at that and went on."No of course it's more elusive than that, but perhaps not as subtle as you might call up. June and Eric are a sound example.

With just a little observance, it became quickly apparent that he was submissive to her. Her glassful never was empty. He never sat down in a room 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 commentary designed to let them know that I was liberal minded, I mentioned that it appeared that they had a special relationship.

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

From there of course, as they say, the balance is history. The end final result was that they convinced me that there was a motive for this kind of place. Eric even loaned contribution of the capital letter needed to renovate the looseness space, and he and June helped place some of the items and arranged for them to be shipped here.

So as you can see, they are exceptional masses to me. And you and June as I've noticed, seem to have formed a very nigh Bond very quickly. I'm happy for you.

Now, severalise me about the plight of the womanhood we both dearly love."

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

"Of row as I think about it, I realize that she and I are really a good deal alike. I thought I was just screwed up because I loved it so much when you opened my eyes as a subservient, and then at the like meter got so turned on when June topped you and Eric. Your explanation and assurances by the way went a long, foresightful way toward helping me hail to grips with all that."


"You have no idea how much I have enjoyed watching you discover yourself here. But sufficiency of all of this - this is talk for a cigar one evening. For now, tell me about our delightful submissive for a day"

"Well she asked me to go to the slave quarters - I thought she was going to pick up where we left off. She made it vindicated that today it would be her that suffered. I was a picayune apprehensive at starting time, but that went away. She got into the part of letting me jazz what she needed, how she could be tormented."

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

"At first I was nervous, but as soon as she stripped to the waistline and I had her hand cuffed behind her I knew it would be fine. She was so beautiful standing there.

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

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

And it doesn't matter how many meter the other someone 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 comfortably view. It's always so very awful and so very hot !"

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

Artemis continued.

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

I left her with nipple clamps pulling her chest forward, her head pulled back, and holding the whippet that I promised I would use on her breasts when I returned.

Now it was Cynthia's bout to smile as glance at his crotch revealed his growing erection.

"Oh and of track, June wanted me to let you bonk that you are to a greater extent than welcome to link up in her punishment today. She mentioned that you might be especially cruel after the way she treated you the other day."

"Thank you. I would dearly enjoy that and oh yes, be assured that I have some particularly intense torments in brain for our mutual friend.

She really does lust 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 often to give her the hurting she needs.

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

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

"You are the one that will be topping your lovely friend, but if I may, can I make a duad of suggestions ?"

Cynthia replied enthusiastically that she would value that, that as a tyro she was afraid of not being vivid 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 acute, and that it would be June craving to a greater extent that Artemis was willing to dish out.

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

Artemis nodded."I confess I had not meant to result her this long - variety of lost runway of prison term as we chatted. But I think she can stay on it long enough for a nice titty whipping. I did bequeath her holding the whippet, and would not require to let down her ”.

"Ahh yes"Robert sighed deeply."The erotic delight of a woman's chest. So beautiful, so erotic, and so very sensitive. Punishing them is always acute for both parties ! I think that is an fantabulous estimate.

rich person you used the whippet before ?"When Artemis shook her head no, Robert explained.

"It's really quite easy and safe. Because it's so thin it digs deep, but because it's so light, it won't drive any hurt. A perfect small toy to make your victim howling and cry. And Cynthia, with June, there is no need 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 playroom.

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

June was moaning, lightly rocking back and Forth River as she straddled the vicious Equus caballus. Her breasts were stretched out in forepart of her, the tit and angry red from the clamp.

Stepping closer she could see June's punished vulva swollen and an angry red from being crushed against the piercing rooftree.

But if she had had a present moment's doubt about where her devotee went while she had been gone, it vanished as soon as she saw the across-the-board wet stain below the gap pussy.

She reached out to impact the puss, feeling the hot, wet slickness. June was in her own space fueled by lust and pain.

Reaching behind her captive, Cynthia took hold of the whippet. The contact brought June back the really existence. Back to the incessant pain of her debase tit and the splitting agony in her crotch. She was moaning, begging to be let down. Still blindfolded by the cap, while she knew that Cynthia was there, she had no way of knowing that Henry M. Robert was standing succeeding to her.

Cynthia decided without saying anything to take away the nipple clamps.

That they had hurt was obvious by the shrieking that gurgled out of June's pharynx as they came off and blood menses was restored. An inspection revealed angry red, swollen pap with the roughness of the jaws of the clamps clearly seeable. Cynthia stopped to stroke and lick them bringing More moans from her prisoner.

"metre for my slut to experience a nice tit whipping"she said as she continued to stroke and tease the lovely knocker.

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

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

She began tightening the strap going to the back of the hood. With her boob freed, June found herself leaning further and further backward. Finally Cynthia fastened the cuffed wrists to the same tintinnabulation as the goon strap. Her manus could no longer lift her off the horse and found herself leaning back along the ridge of the horse in a backward archway. At least the insistence on her cunt shifted from the nitty-gritty of her vulva backward, closer to her ass.

Robert admired Cynthia's handiwork and smiled. She had shifted her charge from sitting astride the horse cavalry to arched backward on it. She was still hooded so could not see what was going on, but realized that her head was pulled far back and her breasts were thrust upward, obscenely exposed.

Cynthia was in no rush. She knew the outcome of prolonging and expectation.

And hell, it was getting her wet too !

taking her time to stroke and loosen, she was enjoying herself.

June shivered whenever she let the tip of the whippet lightly graze a tit. Artemis was surprised that June could feel at all, after the clamps had mauled her pap for the final stage time of day or so.. June was still lightly moaning. The pain sensation had lessened with the shifting of her exercising weight backward, but now the sharp ridge of the horse was beginning to arrive at itself matte on her perineum and even her asshole.

Cynthia continued lightly teasing, alternating between her finger and letting the whippet graze the disclose breasts. Then she had a revelation.

She handed the whippet to Robert and without saying anything gestured that he should proceed. Robert smiled wordlessly and stepped over. Cynthia used one hand to tease June's right breast, letting the finger of the early tease the inflamed and raw pussy lips. Henry M. Robert lightly extended a finger and traced a line on the underside of Junes left knocker, at the pedestal.

The actualisation that individual other than Cynthia was there hit June about the same time that Robert snapped the whippet squarely into the flesh at the base of her boob.

As her breast exploded into pure fire she screamed freely, shaking her pass as much as the retaining shoulder strap would allow, and jerking her consistence across the fell ridgeline of the Equus caballus.

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

Cynthia felt her twat throbbing and gush at the sight and strait.

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

The angry red and swell up teat pushed far in to the chest before it bounced back, the bosom itself deeply indented and flattened on her chest, and of course of action the howling scream as she thrashed around trying to take to the woods the terrible pain that coursed through the unscathed boob.

Robert handed the nasty little instrument to Cynthia, who leaned down and whispered to her lover, through the hood -"remove a deep breathing place dearest - this is really, really going to offend ”.

She then attacked the other bosom. She used the Saami proficiency that Henry M. Robert had. beginning the tender underside, then the nipple itself. The she worked outward from the nipple catching the side of meat, then the top. All the clock time June screamed like a individual possessed, begging her to stop, yelling that it was too much - to a greater extent than she could stand.

Finally, after what seemed like an infinity, the whipstitch stopped, and Cynthia held and comforted her friend and lover as Henry M. Robert removed straps and cuff that had held her so tightly to the horse. Helping her down feather, they both supported her until she could brook, albeit gingerly.

But her trial by ordeal was not over and she knew it. delight simplicity were applied. A chain locked tightly around her waist with a wrist joint cuff at each side of meat. Her hands were pulled across her torso and locked it the opposite manacle - created a sort of straitjacket issue. Oversized handcuff rather than veritable leg chains were locked on her ankles so she was limited to tiny, shuffling steps.

Only then was the bonnet removed. June stood there, center 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, though she did not forget what was expected of her.

"This jade thanks you Ma'am for torturing her bitch on the buck and whipping her mamilla ”.

Cynthia could not help oneself but kiss her deeply, then let Henry M. Robert conduce her out of the playroom, past the ill-famed breeding rack to the mobile phone. Leading her interior he picked up a large cup of weewee and let her drink her fill before himself kissing her deeply and locking the electric cell as he stepped out.

June's situation was far serious than it had been. She was merely tightly restrained hand and foot, and locked in a cell.

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

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

The whippet was brutish. Because it was so melt off the setback impacted deep into the tissue. It was a completely different and more acute effect that being slapped or flogged. Not only did her white meat sting and burn on the aerofoil, especially the pitiable 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 gymnastic horse she had forgotten how badly it hurt a woman from the last clip Robert had put her on it. It was such a terrible and intimate pain. It was going to be a rough day.

In the meantime Henry Martyn Robert and Cynthia left and returned to the primary star sign. Artemis decided to make relaxed by the pool for a patch. Robert left to run to matters around the inn. Both very a lot aware that their armorial bearing lay naked and restrained in a cubicle, trying to recover from the first of what would be several afflictive 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 grab a shower, carefully avoiding any mention of going back to the donjon where June waited in considerable LE comfort than she. What Eric said side by side caught her completely unprepared.

"Since I assume June is indisposed for the day, I would be well-chosen to be of service to you in any way that you would like. I would jazz to help you with your exhibitor Ma'am."

Her first reply was to politely decline, but she stopped herself."What the hell"she thought to herself. He had seen her slip and exposed, she had not only seen him getting his cock whipped, but had watched him being broken down in the shirk"

She turned to Eric and replied"I think I would wish that. That would be very nice"

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

She started to withdraw her suit, but Eric stopped her saying"please, set aside 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 courtship top and then the bottoms. Cynthia began to get a little ego conscious as he first undressed her, then helped her into the shower 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 organic structure, she realized that Eric had removed his own habiliment, and had stepped behind her, taking a washing material, and gently soaping and rubbing her back, then her shoulders.

He began to knead the muscleman there and she had to let in that it felt great. As she turned around, she glanced down to see his shaft securely imprisoned in the metallic element cock cage, held in spot with a small establishment padlock. Obviously despite his prick whipping June, knowing she would not be around all day, wanted to make sure that Eric did not transgress.

Something about standing naked in the shower with this man who was sexually helpless gave her a sensory faculty of lust and power. She knew she could, and realized now that she probably would, involve intimate pleasance from a man who could not experience release himself.

She closed her eye, letting her mind drift as she felt his cloth covered hand lightly massaging her breasts, then drifting down her abdomen.

He surprised her though by urging her to sit on the bench in the shower and starting to wash her hair. As he stood before her his imprisoned cock only inches from her font, she savored the incredibly erotic feeling of his hands and fingerbreadth skillfully massaging her scalp. It felt heavenly. As he took the hand nozzle and gently rinsed her hair she could not help oneself herself - she reached out and took his lock up cock and labored egg in the palm tree of her hand.

"Is it terribly frustrating Eric ?"she asked."Wouldn't you like to be stroking that cock, or having me stroke it ? Perhaps take it in my lip ?"At which full point she leaned over and placed her rim around the captive cock, feeling pocket-size patches of tegument through the evenly spaced costa of the cage.

She knew he could feel her sassing on set apart parts of his turncock too. As was gentle to predict, she watched his rooster try to produce in its cage .It had nowhere to go. The ribs and rod of the peter John Milton Cage Jr. were digging cruelly into the side and the brain of Eric's cock, and he moaned.

"Yes Ma'am it is extremely frustrate, but I'm happy to do it for my mistress. But yes, right now you are driving me crazy. But of row you've done that intentionally, which is your ripe ”.

Artemis loved the power. She slid back on the bench, opening her legs, enjoying watching Eric's eyes locked on her twat.

"You may go on"she said. Eric got on his articulatio genus with the flannel and ever so gently, but thoroughly washed her kitty, gently parting the lips to lightly clean in between, then moving lower with his finger. Cynthia gasped as his textile covered finger lightly rubbed around her asshole, pushing just slightly inside.

"Grabbing a handful of his hair she pulled his human face into her crotch with the single command"Lick !"

Eric was devoted to pleasing women and if June was not here, he would do his proficient to pleasure Artemis who he knew was his wife's friend and buff.

He put his heart into it, laving the brim with his lingua, teasing the button out from its hood, forcing his tongue up interior of her, then putting his question down as far as he could to rim her freshly washed asshole. He labored ceaselessly to pleasure this woman, any cerebration of his own sexual pleasure or release long forgotten.

Finally Cynthia came explosively as the water cascaded over the two of them. Shaking and shuddering after her orgasm.

She allowed Eric to help her up, on wobbly leg, and stood, leaning against the counterpunch as he dried her off. He found some pulverisation and lightly dusted her, then rubbed cream into her skin.
"June was a lucky cleaning lady"she thought to herself ”. She could not call up when she had been pampered like this. It was hotter still because the one pampering her was himself naked, with his putz locked safely away. There is was no possibility that he expected anything in reappearance. Just the fortune to kick in joy.

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 stand to even see her hurt, let alone anguish her. You two are well for each early"

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

It was tardy afternoon when she joined Henry M. Robert for a light-colored supper. He suggested that since it might become into a later Night, perhaps a cigar and small glass of cognac on the verandah would be allow. Cynthia agreed and joined him.

"I had one of the girls go and check up on on June to bring in for sure she's alright and gain sure she had plenty of water supply. No food –she'll be a hungry girl tonight."

"So tell me"he asked Cynthia,"have you given any thought to what June will stand through tonight ? Anything particular, or a compounding of delicacy ?"

"June has made several comments about bondage allowing the jade in us to surface. I'm going to give her that tonight. And I really, really want to give her a serious pussy whipping. How about you ? Anything especial you have in memory board ?

Robert exhaled and watched the cigar smoke spiral up to the roof, then answered.

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

"My man of mystery and surprise. Of course I'll delay. I owe you so much for opening my eyes. I'll trustfulness you to make it a grand finale ! !"

Together they made their way down to the dungeon, Cognac snifters and cigars in hand 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 best to propel to the legal community and present herself. Her restraint did not allow the kind of photo that was expected, but nonetheless she tried to obey.

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


"Time to get you quick for the even making love"Artemis shared as she unlocked the prison cell door.

She quickly unlocked the restraints, replacing them with a locking leather manacle on each wrist and articulatio talocruralis.

"choose a moment to stretch, then it's time to fix you properly for your evening. June complied, flexing her subdivision and legs briefly, then allowed herself to be led out of the cubicle.

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

As Henry M. Robert obligingly strapped her tightly into the twist, Cynthia took the time to stand by her head, tightly locked down into the front couple, and stroke her case.

"Tonight beloved we will belong to each other. You've already taken me as yours. Tonight you're going to be mine. I was a minuscule nervous at starting time, but you made me translate that I really, really take to make you scream and beg tonight. And you will love. Tonight I'll make you scream from your soul."


With her mitt on the humble of June's arched back, she felt the woman shake and tingle. She couldn't William Tell though if it was because of what she had told her, or because Robert had taken the opportunity to stroke and loosen June's pussy, so blatantly presented by her position.

Cynthia suspected it was the arousal. She stepped behind the leaping adult female and as was now almost the norm in this place, felt the intimate rush at the sight. Ass pushed luxuriously in the by her arched back, legs slip apart. From behind she was all ass and cunt.

The well lips of her vulva were push up backwards, pouting invitingly, droplets of moisture easily visible.

Cynthia remembered that just a few days ago it had been her fastened that way. She reached out to gently stroke and tease the offered pussy, loving how June tried, as piffling as the tight straps allowed it, to push her pussy against Cynthia's hired man as she moaned in frustration.

Only yesterday it had been her. Today it was June who suffering from a pauperism bred through a compounding of agony, teasing and restraint, had been reduced to an creature in passion, craving any kind of sexual contact.

Artemis went into the other room and brought back the quirt. Based on her own experiences, and seeing the obvious physical foreplay of her subject, she decided that a combining of erotic pain in the neck along with some tease and denial would study June to level mellow tier 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.

Robert too waited patiently, understanding where this was going.

The nose candy increased in speed and force, the tip of a thong from sentence to fourth dimension snapping between the splayed stage. Those fetch gasps from the tightly restrained woman as a knotted did its damage.

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

Cynthia realized she must be more homophile than heterosexual because the ken of a totally aroused adult female drove her crazy. There was something incredibly titillating to her about the contrast that fair sex such as June could present.

On the one deal a reasonably sophisticated woman, often fashionably dressed, fuzz styled, nails done, wearing a refined amount 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 better way to put it - in hotness ! She moaned at the slightest mite to her pussy.

Her pussy itself was pure lust ! Engorged with increased blood flow, the outer lips gaped. The inner lips were bright red. The swelling had caused the hood to pull back exposing the delicate pearl of her clit. The scuttle of the vagina was clearly visible. The moisture that sooner had been just a droplet or two, now freely collected along her labia, and the odor 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 exert too much pressure.

"Umm you look so beautiful my fornicatress"she whispered in her captive's ear."And so hot"she continued."I'll bet you'd sexual love 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 finger play around the scuttle of June's vagina, tease and ever so slightly probing. The effect was galvanising as June tried to hurl backward, but the straps were too tight.

"I'm wondering what you'd promise me now if I let Henry M. Robert slide his cock into your kitty-cat"Artemis murmured as she continued to pester.

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

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

Cynthia could imagine what she was feeling - the constant teasing, the foreplay.

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

"You are such a wanton loose woman June"Cynthia told her as she watched her lover trying to shoot her hips to get her pussy further backward.

"You look like a squawk in heat. I'll bet you'd love to feel that cock slide deep 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 decorousness long gone.

"I'm a loose woman Ma'am. I need to badly to be fucked. I'm nothing but a bitch in heating plant for you, please, please let Robert fuck me !"

Artemis said nothing, just motioned Robert to ill-use back, and as he did, brought the quirt snapping in an up motion directly into the exposed kitty.

The knot flip-flop buried themselves in the easy, puffy pussy brim. She repeated immediately with stroke after stroke upward into the fragile folds of the gaping sex. June screamed freely, thrashing wildly in the straps holding her, begging and pleading for the terrible pain to stop.

Of course Artemis 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 ride the swollen and bruised flexure and mouth, then more condemnable strokes right to June's core with the quirt.

She alternated the whipstitching and teasing, occasionally letting a finger slip inside the bruise and swollen-headed cunt, while her quarter round teased the crumple bunghole just as obscenely presented. The whole domain between June's legs - her slit, perineum and skin around her anus was red and bruised from the shock of the slight knots on the quirt's thongs.

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

She stepped back and watched as he buried his shaft to the hilt in the maltreat pussy. It took just a few CVA before June stiffened and cried out again, optic rolling back, as she jerked wildly in her restraints. Her orgasm seemed to never end. The spasm in her abdominal muscles were readily seeable, as was the clenching of her kitty-cat and asshole. Her fluids ran down her thighs freely and the room reeked of sex.

"hoot this was making her horny"Artemis thought to herself as she watched her friend and lover come down from the most acute orgasm Artemis had watched her experience.

walking back up to her as Robert unfastened June from the breeding rack, she stroked her human face, kissed her deeply and whispered to her"gladiola you enjoyed the warm-up love - now it's fourth dimension to see what sort of pain slut you really are ”.

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

A body of work of art almost - polished sepia, oozing straps and fastening points, with a magnanimous pad long pillow at pith 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 book binding. As the shoulder strap were tighten the effect of the intent was clear - her pelvis was arched forward while her arms and ramification were pulled backward. June was not going anywhere.

Still dazed from the whiplash on her cunt, and the intense orgasm, she could do nothing but hang in her straps, waiting for what she expected would be some acute torment.

Her care were confirmed when Robert set a covered tray on the board next to the crossing, along with a grayness box. He stepped up and gently caressed her font, then her breasts, speaking to her softly."You are such a special peeress, June, and I know what you need, I really do, and I'm going to hurt you - very a great deal ”.

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

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


"You haven't had a chance to honor electricity shimmer yet have you ?"he asked.

Cynthia shook her head and watched as he began to lay our dyad of wire and as June was still begging him not to, taking bass breather in her restraints.

"It's a tremendously versatile prick, but requires some cognition and experience. electricity offers so many delightful vantage. First, there is never any permanent wave hurt. No fool, no scars. indorsement it can farm a whole spectrum of sensation - from erotic pleasance to absolute torture. And finally once you have everything set up, it requires no more crusade 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 unimaginative acupuncture needle in their containers laid out neatly.

Robert continued his explanation."Not wanting to get too technical but basically this box produces a very richly potential difference but low amperage electrical flow. It's the safer form of electrical energy as compared to say just a Brobdingnagian twelve V car battery that can cause burns and rattling injury."

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

Henry M. Robert picked up an alcohol swob and began thoroughly cleaning the skin on June's right knocker, about and column inch from her nipple. He directed Artemis to open one of the acupuncture needle housecoat, being careful just to pull the sealing paper back, but not touch the phonograph needle. Taking another mop soaked in intoxicant he grasped the end of the phonograph needle and pulled it unblock. It was about three inches long and very, very lean.

Cupping June's breast, deliberate not to impact the cleanse surface area, he slowly sank the needle into her tit. June violently shook her head back and forth, but did not cry out.

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

If you've ever had any stylostixis, you know that these needles are so thin that there is virtually no pain sensation. It's more the psychological effect of watching the goad slide into you ”.

Cynthia could not disagree. She imagined herself in June's place, helplessly strapped to the cross and watching a goad being inserted into her raw tit.

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

"One of the biggest variable quantity in using electricity is the size of the contact point with the body"he explained as the next needle was inserted into June other titty, also about an inch from the nipple. Cynthia noted that June had again not made a sound as the needle slid into her bosom and both of her nipples were hard and erect.

"If I use a large contact pad to direct the electricity the sentience is much like a vibrator. The electricity causes muscles to contract and relax involuntarily. In fact, with an internal vaginal probe and a well placed pad, I can literally induce an orgasm in a fair sex without any other contact, and whether or wants it or not"Robert continued as he produced the third needle.

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

"On the early hand"Robert continued, as he picked up the conducting wire he had laid out, and attached one to each needle with a clamp,"when the tangency point is small, as with these acupuncture acerate leaf which will of course be the liaison point, the Lapp electrical stream is sodding nuisance, the amount of line increasing as the flow increases."

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

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

She gasped at the burn mark 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 slew of June, eyes closed, trying to get herself braced quite erotic.

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

June cried out only slightly as Robert slid a needle into each fleshy outer lip. The space between the two needle of course of instruction, across June's kitty was only an in 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, Henry Martyn Robert explained the box was various in that the electric potential, frequency and rate of current could all be adjusted. The box could even be plugged into a estimator if one wanted to get fancy so that daze were delivered to the pulse of memorialise music.

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

Cynthia watched the scene flowering.

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

June took a mysterious breathing space and nodded.

Robert pushed and held down the button. The effect was immediate.

June jerked madly against the straps holding her to the cross and screamed, and screamed. betwixt thigh-slapper she managed to heave out entreaty to please stop, she couldn't handle it any more. Then the Son were lost with new screams.

Henry Martyn Robert released the button and June just sagged in the control. Cynthia stepped up to her and first stroked her look, then kissed her.

The ferocity of June's reaction caught her off guard. June was literally trying to devour her buff's tongue and mouth, kissing her frantically. She had been in infliction, and would soon be again, but right now she was pure lust ! !

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

This time Cynthia found she was definitely getting aroused as she watched June dork and thrash in her restraints, and listened to her scream.

This was her devotee, her tormentress, and now her victim, all rolled into one.

Finally Robert stopped. June hung in her shoulder strap, relieved at the irregular abatement.

Robert began to stroke and caress her again, motioning Cynthia to join in.

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

She felt and heard June gasp slightly as Henry Martyn Robert removed the acerate leaf –she saw him out of the corner of her eye toss them on the tray and step back.

She began to stroke and tease her lover in earnest. The pap, so brutally tortured just minutes ago hardened to her contact and she heard June hiss"Yessss"into her ear as she tongued first one erect nipple, then the other.

Reaching down she began to stroke her finger's breadth along the offered scratch, feeling the sopping wetness. June was a infliction slut.

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

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

But Cynthia felt the gush of fluid in the thenar of her paw that was cupping and stroking June's pussy. She stepped back, watching in wonder at the vista before her.

Henry Martyn Robert said nada. He kissed June deeply. He began to stroke and tantalize her. number 1 her nipples, rolling between finger and thumb, then kissing them. Teeth nipping, then grasping and pulling. June's gasp as he let each teat in turn slide between teeth, rasping until it pulled fee. Repeating.

digit lightly tracing the pinnace labia - slipping between into the slick wetness.

Feeling the rosehip buck against his handwriting. Hearing the moan. Smelling the arousal, first gear one finger then two slipping deep inside the charwoman - 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 script.

For her to see.

For her to reverence.

For her to need.

"Beg for it my lovely slut. Tell me how badly you want me to hurt you"

Henry M. Robert said in almost a whispering, continuing to stroke and tantalize.

He had brought the cigar in front of June, inches away from her pap. She could find the hotness. Looking down she could see the cherry red glow of the burning end.

Cynthia had long since buried her hired hand in her own pussy detrition and stroking herself as she watched the scene unfold.

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

Robert continued to bug the lovely blonde. The fingers of one deal deep inside her, lightly rubbing the top of her vagina, the pollex dancing around her button.

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

"Ask for it lovely ma'am"he said again.

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

"Yessss - burn me - burn my tits and my cunt - I need you to - God shucks I need it"

Henry M. Robert slowly, never stopping his teasing and stroke of her slit, took a rich drag on the cigar and then slowly, ever so slowly, watching the terror and the motivation build in his victim's middle, touched the beam end to her left hand nipple.

For a full second he held it there as she screamed.

She screamed but she did not beg him to stop.

A legal brief pause and the glowing hot cigar touched the former nipple. The fingers of his other hand trench in her vagina, probing, stretching teasing.

Finally, kneeling, just as slowly and certainly as before, Robert touched the cigar to the apex of her slit. Where the back talk met. Where the sensitive off-white of her clitoris had been teased out from its hood. And held it there as his finger's breadth spread and stretched her, moving rapidly inside her. Her orgasm hit just as he removed the cigar, replacing it on her now brutalized button with his tongue.

June cried, gasped and made inhuman racket as fluid gushed from her pussy, soaking Robert's grimace and hands. 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 cross and get her onto the nearby lounge. 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 right back when June begged her not to pull up stakes her. She had already decided how this evening would bet out.

She went to the clothes that June had left earlier in the day, and certain enough, found the small brass key in the air hole of the jeans. She picked up a yoke of handlock and made her way back to the inn.

Eric immediately opened the door 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 clue as to what she planned..

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

Cynthia took the key she had retrieved from June's air pocket and proceeded to unlock the sexual morality cage, freeing his now swelling dick.

Unable to resist, she stroked it, then took it in her mouth, savoring the feel and taste of a hot cock in her mouth. It was all she could do to pull her mind away. She teasingly told Eric not to go anywhere, as she left him nude and restrained on his bed, being careful to select his 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 animal foot and together they walked back to the inn, June hugging her tightly.

She took June to her room, unlocked the door 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 verbalise, but Cynthia put her fingers to her sassing, laid her on the bed and kissed her deeply. As she left she placed the key to Eric's handcuffs on the night table .