The Sugar Cane Plantation - Chapter 4


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

June smiled and greeted her. Cynthia asked her if they should go to breakfast or hold off for Eric. June looked at with a comical expression and replied"Neither right now love. I have something that I need very a good deal 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 keep ”.

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

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

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

Cynthia tried to get along to grips with the melodic theme. Yes, June had mentioned that she was a pain strumpet and enjoyed submitting on social function. Cynthia had accepted it when June mentioned it, but this was different.

She looked into June's optic."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 good at."

"Of class you will. You've got the pent up sadistic run in you. I've watched you. If for some reason you really, really find it bothers you, Robert will be more than than happy to piss me scream. 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 trouble my love, you'll be screaming before too foresightful, 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 poop.

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 naked ”.

Admittedly the idea had crossed her mind, as Artemis remember her own journey yesterday, radiocarpal joint chained behind her, hobbling in leg Fe and naked for anyone roving by to see. But she actually wanted a moment to talk to June, to get a skillful feeling of what June wanted, before she actually restrained her sexy supporter, and told her so.

"You'll be just ticket. And besides, there are some matter that will constitute it easy for you.

One affair 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 quandary knowing that if I suggest something bad, you'll do it to me, and if I suggest something not bad enough I'll get defective. All sorts of mental gymnastics that we can put to use. You'll be fine lovemaking ! ! !

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 fill 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 ask over Robert to enter. 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 ”.

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

"Yes love - I'm ready, and Cynthia, one petition ”. As Cynthia still holding her conclusion and looking into her oculus waited expectantly, June continued.."I really, really ask to scream for you."

As she finished, she reached into her scoop and handed Cynthia a pair of cuff that she been carrying. Cynthia took the cuffs and feeling a wave of emotion flow over her said simply"airstrip"

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

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

Taking her arm and turning her around, Artemis locked her articulatio radiocarpea behind her back, making sure the cuff were snug.

She then turned her back around and stepped back to canvass her new prisoner. She really did attend sexy with her mamilla hardening, pulled back arms exposing her boob more prominently.

deciding to leave her partially clothed, Cynthia took cargo area of her arm and marched her through the door, down the farseeing elbow room where striver had once slept, to that elbow room she had visited only Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ago, but seemed like an eternity.

Once inside the playroom, she stopped her Ward, and unfastened her bash and the snap on her jean, pulling them down, noticing that June had elected to forfeit 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 analyze my dimension 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 dorsum with her manacle workforce under her.

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

Cynthia marveled at the sight presented.

The mental of the ascendancy and meekness drove itself home again.

Of track she'd seen June naked before. They made make out together and she'd spent what seemed like hours between her leg, 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 dictation, and was spreading her branch wide so that her intimate component part could be studied for Cynthia's entertainment.

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

And yes, she knew that she would enjoy hearing her friend and fan scream ! !

As June lay there obediently Artemis reached out and began to tease her, letting her finger slide along the labia, lightly rubbing the still covered and enshroud clit. As she teased and stroked her imprisoned she asked her.

"Well tell me June, and be honest. What drives you really, really wild ? Not promising that I'll oblige you - I have my own plans, but I want to love what's going on in the deep dark corners of that mind ”.

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

Artemis cut her off."That's tits and twat, and from now on you are jade ”.

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

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

"We'll talk later about what you've had done to them, for now I want you in simplicity that is going to be as uncomfortable as potential for a spell. You know more about all the toys here, so yield me some alternative for an lengthened place for you. One that will hurt."

Cynthia could not trust the parole she was saying. It was like a cover personality was latching on to June's pain sensation slut brain 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 repose of the morning ”.

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

"This is the sawhorse Ma'am"June said as they stood before the wooden structure. Four sturdy legs held two categorical sides that leaned together, forming a contract rooftree at the top.

"It will have slut moderate to sober pain in the ass for as long as you choose to retain her on it"

"Demonstrate"Artemis ordered.

Obediently, June, getting on her tip toes moved to straddle the device, the two sides spreading near the arse forcing her to spread her legs, with her crotch resting on the narrow ridge.

Cynthia noticed two readiness of straps on the side pieces, toward the nates. 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 thing could be extremely painful, very quickly.

She rubbed her own crotch through her short, enjoying the erotic sentiency as she imagined how June's pussycat might be feeling.

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

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

:"Yes Ma'am. First a collar with a shoulder strap to relate slut's wrists.

Cynthia found it nearby and buckled it around June's neck. Then pulling the cuffed wrists into the minuscule of the lovely fair sex's back, she fastened the bust clip. Her captive would not be capable to use her hands to lift herself off the horse.

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

Cynthia, knowing that June would soon show her the full menu of badgering found the cowl and slipped it over her lover's drumhead.

gap for scent and mouthpiece insured soft external respiration, but slew was taken away. lacing at the backbone allowed it to be tightened around the victim's point. Artemis could only imagine the sensation of shadow, eyeless restriction !

"Tit clamps are on the table over there along with a bungee Ma'am.. They will continue fornicatress's nipples in considerable pain"

Sure enough, Cynthia retrieved two barbarous looking clover clinch to which were attached two relatively unassailable natural rubber corduroy.

She stopped to bait first one, then the other of her lover's nipples erect. Then opening each springiness loaded clamp in turn, settled them on the presented nipples. She made sure that the tips of the clamps bit mightily at the base of each nipple. June's sharp inhalation of breath as she clamp bit told her they were quite effective.

"Now if Ma'am chooses, I can serve see to it this will experience considerable woe and discomfort for as long as Ma'am would like ”.

June continued."Slut should be fixed so that she can not propel Ma'am. There is a ring behind me. A leather strap can be used to tie the rear of the hoodlum to the ring.

Cynthia was getting the picture very quickly and probably could take in 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 breast should now be put in more nuisance Ma'am. The bungee cord cords on the clamp can be fastened to the ring in battlefront of me. Once fornicatress's tit are fastened, tightening the top dog strap will underwrite immobility and considerable pain."

Artemis needed no more encouragement.

She stretched the arctic bungee cord until she could fasten the hooks to the ring at the front of the horse. This had the issue of causing June to not only cry out, but to lean forward, trying desperately to decrease the pinching and stretching of her nipple.

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

First just June's head was pulled back and Artemis was ready to stop."Ma'am this slovenly woman needs to hurt Sir Thomas More if Ma'am pleases, so the shoulder strap can be tightened.

Cynthia pulled and tugged and the effect was stunning. Beautiful breasts stretched and pulled forward, while the hooded head was pulled backward.

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

The live on two whole step if you please Ma'am"will add to it."

Cynthia told her to go on.

"Ma'am may require to pull in certainly that slattern's pussy is open up and spread by the ridge, and then secure slut's ankle to the side of meat of the horse."

Cynthia knew that this whole compounding was excruciating, but the last instructions were going to make it pure nether region.

Cynthia was beyond caring though.

working on getting her raw lover onto the horse and restrained had started her succus flowing. Perhaps June really had unleashed a monster.

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

Cynthia took each foot and fastened it with a strap to the side of meat of the gymnastic horse, behind her.

The end answer was a picture of vestal torture.

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

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

Artemis found herself getting more and more turned on. June was completely immobile and already in considerable infliction. Deciding to add still one more thing 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 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 buff's face."I've never been on one of these, but I can think you're already in a lot of nuisance, and of track it will get uncollectible. I'll be thinking of you over breakfast. good-by Love."

June could do nada but moan in the dark muteness imposed by the tough. Time was meaningless. In the inky blackness she could do nix but sit on the knight, the rooftree digging into her spiritualist inner membranes, her genitalia bearing her weight and look as if it were going to carve up. The seconds went by, the pain just grew and grew and there was zilch she could do.

As Cynthia left, she tried to concentrate the event and developments.

She had already decided after yesterday that nothing stranger could occur. Now of line she had once again been wrong. Her supporter and lover had tossed everything upside down ! !

But as with everything else she had experienced in the incredibly short metre, this left her overwhelmed with double-dyed animalistic lust.

Last Nox she had been naked, exposing herself, pleasing both men and women with her mouth, hoping desperately that on one would want to have a go at it her freshly whipped kitty-cat.

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 nighttime she had felt so incredibly submissive to June. Sitting defenseless at her base had seemed the most natural, the most compensate matter in the world.

Today her pantie were soaked at the mental image of June straddling the horse cavalry, her frail pussy crushed by the sharp-worded ridge, her nipple clamped and pulled.

As she had so many prison term, she decided not to occupy about it. It was pleasurable. It was hot. There was no sense analyzing everything to death.

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

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

Entering the dining elbow room she noticed Robert was there, enjoying a cup of coffee, looking very much she thought like the owner of this Plantation must make appeared old age ago.

He motioned her to join him and poured her deep brown and juice.

"Forgive me for being presumptuous but I couldn't help but notice that you came from the striver quarters and that your lovely companion of late is not with you. Would I be safe in assuming that she is otherwise occupied and will not be joining us for quite some clip ?"

Cynthia could not help but smile at the manner in which Robert had put it.

He too was such a whirlwind of contrasts. The owner of a delicious recourse, polite to a defect. But when consideration allowed, not only a purveyor of the bass art of whips and Ernst Boris Chain, but a man who would readily interchange between tormenting a woman and being her abject striver.

She could not serve but be amazed at how so many personalities could repose in one mind.

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

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

Now it was Robert's number to smile."marvellous"he said, pausing for a second. Artemis could almost see the workings of his mind as he formed a mental picture of the pin-up blonde naked, fastened astride the brutal device. He went on.

"You know you should study yourself blessed and fortunate. June is a special, a very special person and holds a seat near and dear to me"

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

"I've already told you about the blood of this piazza. Eric and June were ahead of time guests before the slave quarters were remodeled, and we soon became friends. foresighted before anything had been done to the facility, over some Nice cognac - probably a glass or two too many - we learned of our mutual pleasures."

"I would eff to take heed how that came about .interjected Cynthia."How do you sit there in polite troupe and bring it up ? There have to be some signals or clew. I mean it can't just be ‘ please could I cause some more wine-coloured 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 subtle than that, but perhaps not as subtle as you might think. June and Eric are a salutary example.

With just a piffling notice, it became quickly apparent that he was submissive to her. Her glass never was abandon. 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 shabu too many, I simply gave them the opportunity to open up up. After a few remark designed to let them know that I was liberal minded, I mentioned that it appeared that they had a extra human relationship.

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

From there of course, as they say, the sleep is history. The end result was that they convinced me that there was a need for this form of billet. Eric even loaned share of the upper-case letter needed to renovate the play space, and he and June helped locate some of the point 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 have formed a very near bond paper very quickly. I'm happy for you.

Now, assure me about the predicament of the woman we both dearly love."

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

"Of course as I think about it, I realize that she and I are really lots alike. I thought I was just screwed up because I loved it so much when you opened my eyes as a submissive, and then at the Saami clock 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 handgrip with all that."


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

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

Henry M. Robert smiled."Yes she's very honorable at that - from both incline. It's something I find incredibly hot, again from both sides. It's a natural forward motion from the ‘ thank you may I have another'response demanded by many giving incarnate penalisation. Sort of helps render feedback and some guidance and at the Saame metre so very humiliating to be specifying your own penalty. But I apologize - please go on"

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

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

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

And it doesn't matter how many times the former person has seen you naked. When they're fully clothed and you're lying back with your legs cattle farm, then deplumate them up to give them an even better view. It's always so very awful 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 sort of penalisation she thought would be appropriate, thinking in full term of locking her in a cellular telephone with some restraint. She mentioned that she deserved something a little more severe and suggested the horse cavalry. And there she sits as we enjoy our coffee berry.

I left her with nipple clinch pulling her breasts 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 turn to smile as glimpse at his genitals revealed his growing erection.

"Oh and of course of action, June wanted me to let you love that you are more than welcome to conjoin 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 relish that and oh yes, be assured that I have some particularly intense torments in mind for our mutual ally.

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

Eric is a fill out submissive and loves her far too very much to establish her the pain she needs.

Ironically, just because I do love them both so very much, I am perfectly willing and in fact love taking her to those particular topographic point she needs to go. Come, let's go and visit our victim. I think this is going to be a delicious day ! !"

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

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

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

"Don't worry Robert explained, we'll have a good time with her. But for now, I would indicate getting her off the horse reasonably soon. She's been on it a piece. In an extreme sitting I once made her sit it for three hours, but she was unable to walk until the following day. We might want her available for a few more, shall we say ‘ activeness'before then"

Cynthia nodded."I confess I had not meant to leave behind her this tenacious - sort of lost cart track of time as we chatted. But I think she can delay on it hanker enough for a gracious breast lashing. I did pass on her holding the whippet, and would not want to disappoint her ”.

"Ahh yes"Robert sighed deeply."The erotic delight of a cleaning woman's tit. So beautiful, so erotic, and so very sensitive. Punishing them is always vivid for both company ! I think that is an excellent idea.

have you used the whippet before ?"When Cynthia shook her head no, Robert explained.

"It's really quite easy and condom. Because it's so sparse it digs trench, but because it's so light, it won't lawsuit any injury. A double-dyed little toy to make your dupe howl and cry. And Artemis, 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 step-in getting wet.

June was moaning, lightly rocking back and forth as she straddled the condemnable sawbuck. Her titty were stretched out in figurehead of her, the mammilla and angry red from the clamps.

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

But if she had had a moment's doubt about where her lover went while she had been gone, it vanished as soon as she saw the wide wet stain below the spread puss.

She reached out to touch the pussy, feeling the hot, wet glibness. June was in her own quad fueled by lustfulness and pain.

Reaching behind her captive, Artemis took custody of the whippet. The impinging brought June back the real world. Back to the ceaseless hurting of her stretch out tit and the splitting agony in her privates. She was moaning, begging to be let down. Still blindfolded by the hood, while she knew that Artemis was there, she had no way of knowing that Henry M. Robert was standing next to her.

Cynthia decided without saying anything to remove the mamilla clamps.

That they had hurt was obvious by the howler that gurgled out of June's throat as they came off and blood flow was restored. An inspection revealed tempestuous red, swell nipples with the indentations of the jaws of the clamp clearly visible. Cynthia stopped to stroke and lick them bringing Sir Thomas More groan from her prisoner.

"sentence for my slut to experience a courteous tit whipping"she said as she continued to stroke and tease the endearing knocker.

She reached behind June and unfastened the catch holding her radiocarpal joint to the shoe collar strap.

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

She began tightening the shoulder strap going to the backbone of the thug. With her breasts freed, June found herself leaning further and further backward. Finally Cynthia fastened the cuffed wrists to the same anchor ring as the tough strap. Her hands could no longer rustle her off the sawbuck and found herself leaning back along the ridgeline of the horse in a backward archway. At least the pressure on her pussy shifted from the marrow of her vulva backward, unaired to her ass.

Robert admired Artemis's handiwork and smiled. She had shifted her care from sitting astride the Equus caballus 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.

Artemis was in no charge. She knew the effect of prolonging and anticipation.

And hell, it was getting her wet too !

Taking her time to stroke and ride, she was enjoying herself.

June shivered whenever she let the tip of the whippet lightly graze a mamilla. Cynthia was surprised that June could feel at all, after the clamp had mauled her mamilla for the survive minute or so.. June was still lightly moaning. The pain had lessened with the shifting of her weight backward, but now the sharp rooftree of the horse was beginning to make itself felt on her perineum and even her asshole.

Cynthia continued lightly teasing, alternating between her fingers and letting the whippet graze the exposed breast. Then she had a revelation.

She handed the whippet to Robert and without saying anything gestured that he should move. Robert smiled wordlessly and stepped over. Cynthia used one hand to tease June's right breast, letting the finger's breadth of the early tease the inflamed and raw pussy lips. Robert lightly extended a finger and traced a pedigree on the undersurface of Junes left breast, at the stem.

The realization that mortal other than Cynthia was there hit June about the Lapp time that Robert snapped the whippet squarely into the physique at the base of her breast.

As her white meat exploded into pure fire she screamed freely, shaking her top dog as much as the retaining strap would tolerate, and jerking her body across the fell rooftree of the horse.

Before she could take on a intimation to gasp, he snapped the whippet onto the same breast, this clock time squarely catching the mammilla.

Artemis felt her pussycat throbbing and blowup at the survey and phone.

The whippet buried itself, virtually bisecting the nipple, going deep into the boob before it stopped.

The angry red and conceited mammilla pushed far in to the bosom before it bounced back, the white meat itself deeply indented and flattened on her bureau, and of course the howling screech as she thrashed around trying to escape the atrocious bother that coursed through the unharmed breast.

Robert handed the nasty little legal document to Cynthia, who leaned down and whispered to her buff, through the tough -"select a oceanic abyss intimation love - this is really, really going to injure ”.

She then attacked the other breast. She used the Sami technique that Robert had. First the attendant underside, then the tit itself. The she worked outward from the tit catching the slope, then the top. All the time June screamed like a person possessed, begging her to stop, yelling that it was too much - Sir Thomas More than she could stand.

Finally, after what seemed like an timeless existence, the whipping stopped, and Cynthia held and comforted her friend and lover as Robert removed strap and turnup that had held her so tightly to the horse. Helping her down, they both supported her until she could stand, albeit gingerly.

But her trial by ordeal was not over and she knew it. Transport chasteness were applied. A strand locked tightly around her waist with a wrist joint cuff at each side. Her hands were pulled across her eubstance and locked it the opposite handcuff - created a sort of straitjacket event. Oversized handcuffs rather than fixture leg chains were locked on her ankles so she was limited to tiny, shuffling stair.

Only then was the toughie removed. June stood there, eyes bloodshot and red from crying, blinking at the light. 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 loose woman thanks you Ma'am for torturing her cunt on the horse and whipping her tits ”.

Cynthia could not help but kiss her deeply, then let Robert lead her out of the playroom, past the notorious reproduction stand to the prison cell. Leading her inside he picked up a gravid cup of water system and let her pledge her fill before himself kissing her deeply and locking the cell as he stepped out.

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

She would obviously be allowed time for the tortured trunk division to recover.

God how she wanted to rub her burning at the stake and aching white meat.

The whippet was brutal. Because it was so thin the setback impacted deep into the tissue. It was a completely different and more intense effect that being slapped or flogged. Not only did her boob sting and burn on the aerofoil, especially the pitiable maltreat pap, but each breast itself throbbed and ached.

Her vulva was so sore it pained her to put her ramification together. In asking for the cavalry she had forgotten how badly it hurt a char from the cobbler's last time Robert had put her on it. It was such a severe and familiar nuisance. It was going to be a grating day.

In the meantime Robert and Cynthia left and returned to the main house. Cynthia decided to unwind by the pool for a piece. Henry M. Robert left to tend to matters around the inn. Both very practically aware that their heraldic bearing lay naked and restrained in a cell, trying to recoup from the first of what would be several painful interludes.

As she walked in from enjoying her afternoon in the tropic sun, she met Eric coming out of his elbow 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 bath, carefully avoiding any mention of going back to the dungeon where June waited in considerable less comfortableness than she. What Eric said next caught her completely unprepared.

"Since I assume June is indisposed for the day, I would be glad to be of service to you in any way that you would like. I would bonk to help oneself you with your shower Ma'am."

Her outset answer was to politely decline, but she stopped herself."What the hell"she thought to herself. He had seen her splay and exposed, she had not only seen him getting his rooster whipped, but had watched him being broken down in the fiddle"

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

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

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

He turned on the cascade 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 footling self conscious as he first undressed her, then helped her into the rain 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 strong water run over her physical structure, she realized that Eric had removed his own article of clothing, and had stepped behind her, taking a laundry cloth, and gently soaping and rubbing her back, then her shoulders.

He began to knead the musculus there and she had to admit that it felt peachy. As she turned around, she glanced down to see his rooster securely imprisoned in the metal cock cage, held in place with a small memorial tablet padlock. Obviously despite his cock whipping June, knowing she would not be around all day, wanted to pretend sure that Eric did not transgress.

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

She closed her heart, 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 moisten her hair. As he stood before her his jailed cock only inches from her face, she savored the incredibly erotic tactual sensation of his hired man and digit skillfully massaging her scalp. It felt heavenly. As he took the hired hand nozzle and gently rinsed her hair she could not help herself - she reached out and took his operate hammer and heavy lump in the palm 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 film it in my mouthpiece ?"At which point she leaned over and placed her sassing around the imprison hammer, feeling small-scale eyepatch of cutis through the evenly spaced rib of the cage.

She knew he could feel her mouth on isolated parts of his turncock too. As was easy to augur, she watched his turncock try to grow in its Cage .It had nowhere to go. The ribs and retinal rod of the rooster cage were digging cruelly into the sides and the headspring of Eric's prick, and he moaned.

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

Cynthia loved the power. She slid back on the terrace, opening her ramification, enjoying watching Eric's optic locked on her pussy.

"You may proceed"she said. Eric got on his human knee with the washcloth and ever so gently, but thoroughly washed her pussy, gently parting the lips to lightly clean in between, then moving lower with his finger's breadth. Cynthia gasped as his cloth covered finger lightly rubbed around her bunghole, pushing just slightly inside.

"Grabbing a handful of his haircloth she pulled his face into her crotch with the unity mastery"punch !"

Eric was devoted to pleasing charwoman and if June was not here, he would do his best to pleasure Artemis who he knew was his married woman's friend and buff.

He put his warmness into it, laving the sass with his tongue, teasing the clitoris out from its hood, forcing his tongue up inside 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 opinion of his own intimate joy or loss long forgotten.

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

She allowed Eric to serve her up, on rickety wooden leg, and stood, leaning against the counterpunch as he dried her off. He found some powder and lightly dusted her, then rubbed cream into her skin.
"June was a lucky woman"she thought to herself ”. She could not remember when she had been pampered like this. It was hotter still because the one pampering her was himself naked, with his dick 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 rack to even see her hurt, let alone smart her. You two are good for each other"

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

It was late afternoon when she joined Robert for a light supper. He suggested that since it might wrick into a late night, perhaps a cigar and low drinking glass of cognac on the verandah would be appropriate. Cynthia agreed and joined him.

"I had one of the girls go and check on June to urinate sure she's alright and make trusted she had plentifulness of water. No nutrient –she'll be a thirsty girl tonight."

"So tell me"he asked Cynthia,"have you given any sentiment to what June will abide through tonight ? Anything specific, or a combination of goody ?"

"June has made several comments about bondage allowing the slut in us to surface. I'm going to gift her that tonight. And I really, really want to have her a sober twat whipping. How about you ? Anything limited you have in shop ?

Robert exhaled and watched the cigar smoke whorl up to the cap, 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 intense - I think you'll appreciate being surprised."

"My man of mystery and surprises. Of track I'll wait. I owe you so much for opening my eyes. I'll trust you to make it a grand conclusion ! !"

Together they made their way down to the keep, Cognac brandy snifter and cigars in hired man it was almost as though they were enjoying a leisurely tropical stroll.

Once inside, cigars and brandy finished, they made their way to their victim. Hearing them enter, June did her intimately to move to the bars and present herself. Her simpleness did not grant the form of picture that was expected, but nonetheless she tried to obey.

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


"Time to get you set up for the evening love"Cynthia shared as she unlocked the cell door.

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

"Take a present moment to dilute, then it's time to fix you properly for your even. June complied, flexing her arms and legs briefly, then allowed herself to be led out of the prison cell.

Artemis led her to the breeding rack, and knowing what was expected, June positioned herself on the aggrandize residual, waiting to be restrained.

As Henry M. Robert obligingly strapped her tightly into the device, Cynthia took the clock time to stand by her head word, tightly locked down into the front brace, and stroke her face.

"Tonight love we will belong to each other. You've already taken me as yours. Tonight you're going to be mine. I was a picayune queasy at offset, but you made me understand that I really, really need to wee-wee you shout and beg tonight. And you will roll in the hay. Tonight I'll make you scream from your soul."


With her hired man on the modest of June's arched back, she felt the fair sex tremble and chill. She couldn't Tell though if it was because of what she had told her, or because Henry Martyn Robert had taken the opportunity to stroke and razz June's pussy, so blatantly presented by her position.

Cynthia suspected it was the stimulation. She stepped behind the bound woman and as was now almost the norm in this seat, felt the sexual spate at the spate. Ass pushed high in the by her arched back, legs splayed apart. From behind she was all ass and snatch.

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

Cynthia remembered that just a few day ago it had been her fastened that way. She reached out to gently stroke and fluff the offered pussy, loving how June tried, as little as the wet straps allowed it, to push her cunt against Cynthia's helping hand as she moaned in frustration.

Only yesterday it had been her. Today it was June who suffering from a need bred through a combination of curse, teasing and restraint, had been reduced to an animate being in heat, craving any kind of sexual liaison.

Cynthia went into the other way and brought back the quirt. Based on her own experiences, and seeing the obvious physical arousal of her bailiwick, she decided that a combination of erotic pain along with some tease and denial would take June to even higher stratum of frustration.

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

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

Robert too waited patiently, understanding where this was going.

The black eye increased in speed and force, the tip of a G-string from time to time snapping between the slip legs. Those bestow gasp 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 walloping.

Cynthia realized she must be more homosexual than straight because the heap of a totally aroused woman drove her loony. There was something incredibly erotic to her about the contrast that woman such as June could award.

On the one hand a reasonably twist around cleaning lady, often fashionably dressed, fuzz styled, nails done, wearing a tasteful amount of jewellery, clothes that flattered but were not gaudy.

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

Her pussy itself was staring lecherousness ! Engorged with increase profligate flow, the outer lips gaped. The inside back talk were hopeful red. The swelling had caused the hood to get out back exposing the frail pearl of her clit. The opening of the vagina was clearly visible. The moisture that earlier had been just a droplet or two, now freely collected along her labia, and the fragrance of her rousing was overpowering.

Cynthia reached under June's belly from arse and gently stroked her hand down, lightly grazing her sex, careful not to exert too much pressure.

"Umm you look so beautiful my trollop"she whispered in her captive's ear."And so hot"she continued."I'll bet you'd 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 digit take on around the initiative of June's vagina, ribbing and ever so slightly probing. The burden was galvanizing as June tried to thrust backward, but the strap were too tight.

"I'm wondering what you'd promise me now if I let Henry M. Robert skid his rooster into your cunt"Artemis murmured as she continued to bug.

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 straits of his rooster lightly graze and tease her gaping vulva."Please"she cried out, trying futilely to arch her pussy back.

Cynthia could imagine what she was feeling - the incessant teasing, the arousal.

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

"You are such a wanton trollop June"Artemis told her as she watched her lover trying to buck her hip joint to get her pussy further backward.

"You look like a squawk in heat. I'll bet you'd love to feel that cock coast deep inside you wouldn't you ?"

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

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

June responded immediately - modestness and decorousness long gone.

"I'm a jade Ma'am. I need to badly to be fucked. I'm nothing but a cunt in heat for you, please, please let Robert make love me !"

Artemis said aught, just motioned Henry Martyn Robert to step back, and as he did, brought the quirt snapping in an upward gesture directly into the exposed pussy.

The gnarled thongs buried themselves in the balmy, gusty pussy 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 give up.

Of course of instruction 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 card the swollen and bruised folds and back talk, then more brutal apoplexy right to June's substance with the quirt.

She alternated the beating and comb-out, occasionally letting a fingerbreadth slip inside the wound and swollen pussy, while her pollex teased the puckered mother fucker just as obscenely presented. The whole area between June's legs - her kitty-cat, perineum and skin around her anus was red and bruised from the impact of the little knots on the quirt's thongs.

Finally after a series of strokes working on the vagina and anus, which brought shrill wow from June, Cynthia relented and motioned to Robert.

She stepped back and watched as he buried his dick to the hilt in the abuse snatch. It took just a few strokes before June stiffened and cried out again, eyes rolling back, as she jerked wildly in her restraints. Her climax seemed to never end. The muscle spasm in her abdominal musculus were readily visible, as was the clenching of her puss and asshole. Her fluids ran down her thigh freely and the way reeked of sex.

"shucks this was making her horny"Cynthia thought to herself as she watched her ally and lover come down from the most vivid sexual climax Cynthia had watched her experience.

walk back up to her as Robert unfastened June from the breeding rack, she stroked her face, kissed her deeply and whispered to her"gladiola you enjoyed the warm-up love - now it's metre to see what form of pain loose woman you really are ”.

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

A work of art almost - polished mahogany, oozing shoulder strap and fastening power point, with a large padded bolster at shopping mall that could be moved up or down.

As they fastened June tightly to the crossbreed, Robert adjusted the pad so it was right in the small of her back. As the straps were tighten the core of the design was clear - her pelvis was arched forward while her arms and legs were pulled backward. June was not going anywhere.

Still dazed from the party whip on her slit, and the intense orgasm, she could do cypher but knack in her straps, waiting for what she expected would be some intense torment.

Her awe were confirmed when Robert set a plow tray on the table next to the crisscross, along with a Lady Jane Grey box. He stepped up and gently caressed her side, 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 smart you - very much ”.

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

"No Sir, please not the electricity - I can't stand it. delight anything else"she begged.


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

Cynthia shook her head and watched as he began to lay our pairs of wires and as June was still begging him not to, taking deep breaths in her restraints.

"It's a tremendously versatile tool, but requires some knowledge and experience. Electricity offers so many delightful vantage. starting time, there is never any perm injury. No marks, no scrape. moment it can produce a whole spectrum of sense datum - from erotic pleasure to absolute suffering. And finally once you have everything set up, it requires no more effort than the mite 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 sterile acupuncture needles in their containers laid out neatly.

Henry Martyn Robert continued his explanation."Not wanting to get too proficient but basically this box produces a very high potential difference but low amperage electric electric current. It's the safer form of electricity as compared to say just a huge 12 volt car shelling that can cause George Burns and real injury."

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

Robert picked up an inebriant swob and began thoroughly cleaning the tegument on June's right tit, about and column inch from her nipple. He directed Cynthia to spread one of the stylostixis acerate leaf wrapping, being careful just to pull the sealing paper back, but not touch the needle. Taking another swob soaked in alcohol he grasped the end of the phonograph needle and pulled it barren. It was about three inches long and very, very thin.

Cupping June's tit, deliberate not to touch the clean house orbit, he slowly sank the phonograph needle into her bosom. June violently shook her head back and forth, but did not cry out.

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

If you've ever had any acupuncture, you know that these needle are so thin that there is virtually no pain. It's more the psychological issue of watching the needle chute into you ”.

Cynthia could not disagree. She imagined herself in June's place, helplessly strapped to the crisscross and watching a phonograph needle being inserted into her tender breast.

As Henry M. Robert picked up the next needle, he continued his lesson.

"One of the cock-a-hoop variable in using electricity is the size of it of the impinging full stop with the body"he explained as the next needle was inserted into June other tit, also about an in from the nipple. Cynthia noted that June had again not made a strait as the needle slid into her boob and both of her nipples were strong and erect.

"If I use a large touch pad to impart the electricity the sensation is much like a vibrator. The electricity causes muscle to declaration and relax involuntarily. In fact, with an internal vaginal probe and a well placed pad, I can literally induce an coming in a woman without any other contact, and whether or wants it or not"Robert continued as he produced the tierce needle.

This needle brought a response from the helpless woman as he slid it with a twirling apparent motion directly into the center of her right hand nipple, sliding it about an inch down into the bosom. And June cried out in pain as the other nipple was cored with one of the thin, fragile needles.

"On the other helping hand"Henry Martyn Robert continued, as he picked up the wires he had laid out, and attached one to each needle with a clamp,"when the contact point is small, as with these acupuncture needles which will of course of study be the contact item, the Saami electrical electric current is pure annoyance, the sum of money of course increasing as the current increases."

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

With her hip push forward her sex was well presented. He scrubbed the skin of her out labia at the top if her pouting lip, to either side of her clitoris.

She gasped at the burn of the alcoholic drink as he spread the rim 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.

Artemis found the sight of June, eyes closed, trying to get herself braced quite erotic.

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

June cried out only slightly as Henry M. Robert slid a needle into each fleshy outer lip. The space between the two acerate leaf of trend, across June's puss was only an inch or so, and just as clearly, the needle were placed so that her still hooded button was between them.

With all of the lede attached and plugged into the box, Henry Martyn Robert explained the box was versatile in that the voltage, absolute frequency and charge per unit of current could all be adjusted. The box could even be plugged into a estimator if one wanted to get illusion so that blow were delivered to the heartbeat of commemorate music.

As he spoke, he pushed a push button and a series of igniter came on. He stepped close to June and caressing her gently, first her fount, then the English of her breasts, then her fuzz, he asked her if she was ready.

Cynthia watched the scene unfolding.

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

June took a deep breath and nodded.

Robert pushed and held down the push button. The core was prompt.

June jerked madly against the strap holding her to the cross and screamed, and screamed. 'tween screams she managed to gasp out entreaty to please discontinue, she couldn't manage it any more. Then the quarrel were lost with new screams.

Henry Martyn Robert released the release and June just sagged in the chasteness. Cynthia stepped up to her and first stroked her face, then kissed her.

The ferocity of June's reply caught her off sentry duty. June was literally trying to devour her lover's knife and mouth, kissing her frantically. She had been in pain, and would soon be again, but right now she was virgin lustfulness ! !

Artemis stepped back and June started to cry our"nooooo"just as the electricity slammed into her nipple 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 shriek.

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

Finally Henry M. Robert stopped. June hung in her strap, relieved at the temp abatement.

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

As she stepped up to June, she watch as Robert unclipped the electrical Pb from all of the needles. She was kissing June deeply, the two char feeding off of each other's lust.

She felt and heard June pant slightly as Robert removed the phonograph needle –she saw him out of the turning point of her eye toss them on the tray and pace back.

She began to stroke and tease her fan in earnest. The nipples, so brutally tortured just min ago hardened to her touch and she heard June razz"Yessss"into her ear as she tongued first one erect pap, then the other.

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

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

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

But Cynthia felt the outburst of fluid in the palm 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 fingerbreadth and thumb, then kissing them. Teeth nipping, then grasping and pulling. June's gasp as he let each nipple in turn sloping trough between tooth, rasping until it pulled fee. Repeating.

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

Feeling the hip joint buck against his deal. Hearing the groan. Smelling the rousing, low gear one finger then two slipping deep inside the woman - feeling the heftiness there contract, clutching his digit. The pelvis moving as much as the straps 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 reverence.

For her to need.

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

Robert said in almost a whisper, continuing to stroke and tease.

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

Cynthia had prospicient since buried her deal in her own puss rubbing and stroking herself as she watched the scene unfold.

The intensity level was overwhelming. She imagined herself waiting, needing….

Robert continued to tease the adorable blond. The fingers of one paw cryptical inside her, lightly rubbing the top of her vagina, the thumb dancing around her clit.

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

"Ask for it lovely lady"he said again.

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

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

Robert slowly, never stopping his teasing and stroking of her cunt, took a recondite drag on the cigar and then slowly, ever so slowly, watching the affright and the motivation build in his dupe's eyes, touched the burn end to her leave behind mamilla.

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

She screamed but she did not beg him to stop.

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

Finally, kneeling, just as slowly and certainly as before, Robert touched the cigar to the vertex of her bitch. Where the lips met. Where the tender pearl of her clit had been teased out from its exhaust hood. And held it there as his finger's breadth spread and stretched her, moving rapidly inside her. Her coming hit just as he removed the cigar, replacing it on her now brutalized clit with his glossa.

June cried, gasped and made cold noises as fluid gushed from her kitty-cat, soaking Robert's facial expression and hands. Henry Martyn 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 couch. Both hugged and held her, as she began to sob and cry freely from the emotional overload.

Cynthia arose - leaving her with Henry Martyn Robert, telling her she would be right back when June begged her not to leave her. She had already decided how this evening would trifle out.

She went to the clothes that June had left earlier in the day, and trusted enough, found the small cheek key in the pouch of the dungaree. She picked up a couple of manacle and made her way back to the inn.

Eric immediately opened the door to his room when she knocked. She did not ask permit - 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 spine. She tossed him the cuff and told him to cuff his helping hand over his head word to the headboard. He found a magnanimous hoop, thoughtfully provided, and locked his work force together, then lay there waiting.

Cynthia took the key she had retrieved from June's sac and proceeded to unlock the chastity coop, freeing his now swelling prick.

Unable to resist, she stroked it, then took it in her oral cavity, savoring the flavor and discernment of a hot cock in her mouth. It was all she could do to rip her head away. She teasingly told Eric not to go anywhere, as she left him au naturel and restrained on his bed, being thrifty to take up his room key with her.

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

She took June to her room, unlocked the room access 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 mouth, but Cynthia put her digit to her lips, laid her on the bed and kissed her deeply. As she left she placed the key to Eric's cuff on the nighttime board .