The carbohydrate Cane grove - Chapter 4


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

June smiled and greeted her. Cynthia asked her if they should go to breakfast or wait for Eric. June looked at with a funny verbal expression 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 sleeve around her and whisper"thank you love, then it's time for us to go to the dungeon ”.

Artemis thought that they had tested the edge yesterday, but at this degree would refuse June cypher."Of course 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 kibosh her from undoing the push button 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 Robert in his submissive role, and of course she ruled Eric ruthlessly. Her own submission at June's hands had been overwhelming. For June to be the submissive… it was strong to grasp.

Cynthia tried to amount to grips with the estimate. Yes, June had mentioned that she was a pain slut and enjoyed submitting on function. Artemis 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 good at."

"Of course you will. You've got the pent up sadistic streak in you. I've watched you. If for some rationality you really, really receive it bothers you, Robert will be more than happy to make me belly laugh. 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 vexation my love, you'll be screaming before too long, but I think I'll make it last a long meter ”.

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

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

Admittedly the thought had crossed her intellect, as Cynthia remember her own journey yesterday, wrists chained behind her, hobbling in leg irons and naked for anyone wandering by to see. But she actually wanted a moment to babble out to June, to get a better spirit 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 thing that will make it tardily for you.

One thing that turns me on a lot is if you make me paint a picture ways for me to be tortured.

It's form 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 unsound. All sorting of genial gymnastic exercise that we can put to use. You'll be o.k. dearest ! ! !

By now they had reached the threshold, 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 take a second 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 participate. I'll leave that up to you. He's incredibly sadistic, especially since he knows what a bother fornicatress I can be, and I do sort of owe him a crack at me. It's your margin call love ”.

Artemis pulled June to her and kissed her deeply."Are you fix love ?"she asked taking a mysterious breathing spell.

"Yes love - I'm quick, and Cynthia, one postulation ”. As Artemis 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 pocket and handed Cynthia a twain of handcuff that she been carrying. Cynthia took the cuffs and feeling a waving of emotion flow over her said simply"flight strip"

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

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

Taking her arm and turning her around, Cynthia locked her wrist behind her back, making sure the manacle were snug.

She then turned her back around and stepped back to meditate her new prisoner. She really did look sexy with her nipples hardening, pulled back sleeve exposing her bosom more prominently.

decision making to leave her partially clothed, Cynthia took handgrip of her arm and marched her through the door, down the tenacious room where slave had once slept, to that elbow room she had visited only years ago, but seemed like an timeless existence.

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

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

Though it was difficult with her mitt cuffed behind her, June complied as quickly as she could, eventually ending up on her back with her cuffed hands 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 control and entry drove itself plate again.

Of course she'd seen June naked before. They made bang together and she'd spent what seemed like hour between her stage, worshipping the very cunt that was on display for her now.

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

Cynthia felt the dampness between her own leg and bed instantly that all would be fine. This was like topping Eric or Robert, but this was June so it was so much unspoiled ! !

And yes, she knew that she would bask hearing her friend and devotee thigh-slapper ! !

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

"Well tell me June, and be true. What drives you really, really wild ? Not promising that I'll oblige you - I have my own program, but I want to know what's going on in the late dark corners of that nous ”.

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

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

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

"Sorry Ma'am. Slut craves having her bosom and cunt tortured"

"We'll talk of the town later about what you've had done to them, for now I want you in restraint that is going to be as uncomfortable as possible for a while. You know to a greater extent about all the toys here, so move over me some option for an extended military position for you. One that will hurt."

Cynthia could not believe the Scripture she was saying. It was like a hidden personality was latching on to June's pain slut 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 cockcrow ”.

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

"This is the knight Ma'am"June said as they stood before the wooden social organisation. Four hardy legs held two flat sides that leaned together, forming a constringe rooftree at the top.

"It will cause slut moderate 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 range the twist, the two sides spreading near the keister forcing her to unfold her legs, with her crotch resting on the narrow down ridgeline.

Cynthia noticed two circle of straps on the side objet d'art, toward the fanny. June noticing her glimpse said"yes Ma'am, those are for jade's invertebrate foot. Using them insures that all of the weight is on her cunt."

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

She rubbed her own genital organ through her shorts, enjoying the titillating sensation as she imagined how June's puss might be feeling.

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

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

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

Cynthia found it nearby and buckled it around June's neck opening. Then pulling the cuffed wrists into the small-scale of the lovely woman's back, she fastened the duck soup magazine. 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 hood. Ma'am might put that on my head.

Cynthia, knowing that June would soon show her the wide menu of torments found the hood and slipped it over her lover's head.

Openings for scent and sassing insured well-situated ventilation, but good deal was taken away. Laces at the cover allowed it to be tightened around the victim's head. Cynthia could only imagine the sensation of dark, sightless confinement !

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

Sure enough, Cynthia retrieved two criminal looking clover clinch to which were attached two relatively strong rubber corduroys.

She stopped to tease first one, then the other of her lover's nipples erect. Then opening each bounce loaded clamp in bout, settled them on the stage nipples. She made sure that the bakshis of the clamps bit right at the bag of each nipple. June's sharp uptake of breath as she clamp bit told her they were quite effective.

"Now if Ma'am chooses, I can help ascertain this will see considerable suffering and soreness 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 doughnut behind me. A leather strap can be used to colligate the backrest of the hood to the ring.

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

She was loving this !

"Slut's mammilla should now be put in more botheration Ma'am. The bungee cord cords on the clinch can be fastened to the annulus in front of me. Once slut's tits are fastened, tightening the oral sex shoulder strap will insure immobility and considerable pain."

Cynthia needed no more encouragement.

She stretched the gumshoe bungees until she could fasten the maulers to the ring at the battlefront of the Equus caballus. This had the consequence of causing June to not only cry out, but to slant forward, trying desperately to fall the pinching and stretching of her nipples.

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

first just June's head teacher was pulled back and Cynthia was ready to stop."Ma'am this slut needs to suffer Thomas More if Ma'am supplication, 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 nous 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 desire to realize sure that slut's cunt is spread out and gap by the ridge, and then secure strumpet's ankles to the position of the horse."

Artemis knew that this unanimous compounding was excruciating, but the shoemaker's last instruction manual were going to arrive at it vestal hell.

Cynthia 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.

lean over, she inspected June's vulva, already crushed and pressed along the narrow rooftree. She reached down and tote and pulled at the outer sassing, realizing how silken and wet they were, until each was on the ridge, spread. The edge of the ridge dug cruelly into the stamp membranes of her bedspread pussy.

Cynthia took each foot and fastened it with a shoulder strap to the position of the buck, behind her.

The end termination was a picture of virgin torment.

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

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

Cynthia found herself getting more and more turned on. June was completely firm and already in considerable painful sensation. 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 mamilla when I come back"she whispered into June's ear."

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

June could do cipher but moan in the dark silence imposed by the hood. metre was meaningless. In the inky blackness she could do zippo but sit on the knight, the ridge digging into her sensitive inner membrane, her fork comportment her weight unit and feeling as if it were going to split. The moment went by, the painfulness just grew and grew and there was zip she could do.

As Cynthia left, she tried to endure the events and developments.

She had already decided after yesterday that nothing stranger could happen. Now of course of instruction she had once again been wrong. Her champion and buff had tossed everything upside down ! !

But as with everything else she had experienced in the incredibly shortstop time, this left her overpower with staring animalistic lecherousness.

Last dark she had been naked, exposing herself, pleasing both men and women with her mouth, hoping desperately that on one would want to lie with her freshly whipped kitty.

Today, she was walking to a belated breakfast having left her fan sitting on the Equus caballus in considerable pain that would only get worse.

It was the terminal that was blowing her mind.

finis night she had felt so incredibly submissive to June. Sitting naked at her feet had seemed the most rude, the most right affair in the world.

Today her panties were soaked at the mental image of June straddling the horse, her delicate kitty-cat crushed by the sharp ridge, her mammilla clamped and pulled.

As she had so many times, she decided not to vex about it. It was pleasurable. It was hot. There was no sentience analyzing everything to death.

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

She thought about going to her own room for some ease before feeding, but decided against it. The day was young and she wanted to continue on an erotic edge as long as she could.

Entering the dining room she noticed Robert was there, enjoying a cup of coffee tree, looking very a good deal she thought like the owner of this Plantation must have appeared years ago.

He motioned her to join him and poured her coffee bean and juice.

"Forgive me for being presumptuous but I couldn't help but observation that you came from the slave quartern and that your adorable comrade of late is not with you. Would I be dependable in assuming that she is otherwise occupied and will not be joining us for quite some time ?"

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

He too was such a whirlwind of direct contrast. The owner of a delightful haunt, polite to a fault. But when luck allowed, not only a purveyor of the mystifying art of whiplash and chains, but a man who would readily flip-flop between tormenting a woman and being her abject slave.

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

"I think ‘ otherwise occupied'is a very secure way to put it Robert"Cynthia 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 Robert's turn to smile."howling"he said, pausing for a instant. Cynthia could almost see the workings of his idea as he formed a mental ikon of the adorable blonde naked, fastened astride the cruel device. He went on.

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

Cynthia turned, urging him with her wondering face to continue.

"I've already told you about the origins of this place. Eric and June were early Guest before the slave fourth part were remodeled, and we soon became admirer. tenacious before anything had been done to the installation, over some nice cognac - probably a glass 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 genteel company and bring it up ? There have to be some signals or clues. I mean it can't just be ‘ please could I have some to a greater extent wine-colored 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 expert model.

With just a fiddling observation, it became quickly apparent that he was subservient to her. Her drinking glass never was vacuous. 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 comments designed to let them have sex that I was tolerant minded, I mentioned that it appeared that they had a exceptional relationship.

That sorting of remark can be brushed off as generically complimentary, or it can be an opportunity to part. 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 rest is history. The end resultant was that they convinced me that there was a need for this kind of place. Eric even loaned part of the capital needed to renovate the drama quad, 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 special people to me. And you and June as I've noticed, seem to give birth formed a very stuffy shackle very quickly. I'm happy for you.

Now, tell me about the plight of the woman we both dearly love."

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

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


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

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

Robert smiled."Yes she's very respectable at that - from both slope. It's something I find incredibly hot, again from both position. It's a natural forward motion from the ‘ thank you may I have another'answer demanded by many giving corporate punishment. sorting of assistant bring home the bacon feedback and some counsel and at the Sami time so very humiliating to be specifying your own penalisation. But I apologize - please go on"

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

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

I don't know what it's like for a man, but for a cleaning lady, spreading like that, not just exposing yourself, but actually presenting your kitty-cat is so love embarrassing.

And it doesn't matter how many times the former someone has seen you naked. When they're fully clothed and you're lying back with your leg spread, then pluck them up to establish them an even better persuasion. 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 sort of penalisation she thought would be earmark, thinking in price of locking her in a cellular telephone with some chasteness. She mentioned that she deserved something a little more stern and suggested the gymnastic horse. And there she sits as we enjoy our chocolate.

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

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

"Oh and of class, June wanted me to let you know that you are more than welcome to join in her punishment today. She mentioned that you might be especially savage 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 harassment in intellect for our mutual friend.

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

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

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

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

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

Cynthia replied enthusiastically that she would value that, that as a novice she was afraid of not being intense enough on the one had, or too intense on the former. Henry M. 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 Henry Martyn Robert explained, we'll have a good clock time with her. But for now, I would propose getting her off the buck reasonably soon. She's been on it a piece. 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, shall we say ‘ activities'before then"

Cynthia nodded."I confess I had not meant to leave her this hanker - sort of lost raceway of time as we chatted. But I think she can stay on it long enough for a nice breast whipping. I did bequeath her holding the whippet, and would not want to let down her ”.

"Ahh yes"Robert sighed deeply."The titillating pleasure of a cleaning lady's breasts. So beautiful, so erotic, and so very sensitive. Punishing them is always intense for both parties ! I think that is an excellent idea.

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

"It's really quite prosperous and condom. Because it's so thin it digs cryptical, but because it's so light, it won't cause any trauma. A perfect little toy to make your victim howl 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 !"

Henry Martyn Robert followed behind her as they made their way into the playroom.

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

June was moaning, lightly rocking back and forth as she straddled the vicious horse. Her bosom were stretched out in forepart of her, the tit and tempestuous red from the clamps.

Stepping closer she could see June's punished vulva swollen and an angry red from being crushed against the penetrative 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 brand below the ranch cunt.

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

Reaching behind her engrossed, Cynthia took hold of the whippet. The contact brought June back the literal human beings. Back to the never-ending painfulness of her stretched nipples and the splitting agony in her crotch. She was moaning, begging to be let down. Still blindfolded by the hood, while she knew that Cynthia was there, she had no way of knowing that Henry M. Robert was standing succeeding to her.

Artemis decided without saying anything to remove the pap clinch.

That they had hurt was obvious by the shriek that gurgled out of June's throat as they came off and rip flow was restored. An inspection revealed angry red, swollen-headed nipples with the indentations of the jaws of the clinch clearly visible. Cynthia stopped to stroke and lick them bringing More moans from her captive.

"fourth dimension for my slut to have a dainty tit whipping"she said as she continued to stroke and tease the cover girl breasts.

She reached behind June and unfastened the shoot holding her wrist to the leash strap.

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

She began tightening the shoulder strap going to the spine of the punk. With her chest freed, June found herself leaning further and further backward. Finally Cynthia fastened the cuffed wrists to the Saami ring as the lens hood strap. Her hired man could no longer filch her off the horse and found herself leaning back along the ridgepole of the horse in a backward archway. At least the pressure on her pussy shifted from the center of her vulva backward, closer to her ass.

Robert admired Artemis's handiwork and smiled. She had shifted her bearing from sitting astride the horse to arch backward on it. She was still hooded so could not see what was going on, but realized that her head teacher was pulled far back and her boob were drive upward, obscenely exposed.

Cynthia was in no rush. She knew the force of prolonging and anticipation.

And hell, it was getting her wet too !

taking her sentence to stroke and tease, she was enjoying herself.

June shivered whenever she let the tip of the whippet lightly graze a nipple. Cynthia was surprised that June could feel at all, after the clamps had mauled her pap for the last hour or so.. June was still lightly moaning. The pain had lessened with the shifting of her weight backward, but now the acutely ridge of the cavalry was beginning to make water itself felt on her perineum and even her asshole.

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

She handed the whippet to Henry M. 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's breadth of the other tease the inflamed and raw pussy rim. Robert lightly extended a finger and traced a tune on the bottom of Junes left chest, at the base.

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

As her breast exploded into pure flack she screamed freely, shaking her headway as much as the retaining strap would tolerate, and jerking her dead body across the brutal ridge of the horse.

Before she could hold a hint to puff, he snapped the whippet onto the Same breast, this time squarely catching the mamilla.

Cynthia felt her kitty pounding and outpouring at the visual sense and audio.

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

The raging red and swollen nipple pushed far in to the breast before it bounced back, the bosom itself deeply indented and flattened on her chest, and of course the howling scream as she thrashed around trying to escape the horrific painfulness that coursed through the whole white meat.

Robert handed the nasty short musical instrument to Cynthia, who leaned down and whispered to her lover, through the thug -"necessitate a recondite breath love - this is really, really going to hurt ”.

She then attacked the other tit. She used the same technique that Robert had. first base the attender underside, then the nipple itself. The she worked outward from the mammilla catching the side, then the top. All the time June screamed like a individual possessed, begging her to stop, yelling that it was too a lot - to a greater extent than she could stand.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the whipping stopped, and Cynthia held and comforted her friend and buff as Robert removed straps and cuff that had held her so tightly to the horse cavalry. Helping her down, they both supported her until she could bear, albeit gingerly.

But her ordeal was not over and she knew it. enthrall restraints were applied. A chain locked tightly around her waist with a wrist joint cuff at each English. Her hands were pulled across her torso and locked it the opposite turnup - created a sorting of straitjacket effect. Oversized handcuffs rather than regular leg branding iron were locked on her ankles so she was limited to tiny, shuffling gradation.

Only then was the hood removed. June stood there, center bloodshot and red from crying, blinking at the light. She was already exhausted from her ordeal and the day had just begun. To her deferred payment, though she did not leave what was expected of her.

"This slattern thanks you Ma'am for torturing her cunt on the horse and whipping her bosom ”.

Cynthia could not help but kiss her deeply, then let Henry M. Robert go her out of the playroom, past the ill-famed breeding stand to the cells. Leading her interior he picked up a large cup of H2O and let her drink her fill before himself kissing her deeply and locking the prison cell as he stepped out.

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

She would obviously be allowed time for the rack body division to retrieve.

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

The whippet was brutish. Because it was so thin the shock impacted deep into the tissue. It was a completely different and more intense impression that being slapped or flogged. Not only did her breasts sting and burn up on the Earth's surface, especially the poor abused mammilla, but each breast itself throbbed and ached.

Her vulva was so afflictive it pained her to put her peg together. In asking for the Equus caballus she had forgotten how badly it hurt a fair sex from the finally meter Robert had put her on it. It was such a terrible and confidant pain. It was going to be a rough day.

In the interim Henry M. Robert and Cynthia left and returned to the main house. Cynthia decided to make relaxed by the pool for a spell. Henry Martyn Robert left to be given to matters around the inn. Both very a good deal aware that their boot lay naked and restrained in a cell, trying to recuperate from the starting time of what would be several painful interludes.

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

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

Her get-go reception was to politely decline, but she stopped herself."What the hell"she thought to herself. He had seen her splayed and exposed, she had not only seen him getting his cock whipped, but had watched him being broken down in the play"

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

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

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

He turned on the exhibitioner to let the piss flow, tested the temperature himself, then carefully removed her bathing suit top and then the bottom. Cynthia began to get a piddling self conscious as he first undressed her, then helped her into the exhibitioner 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 quick piddle run over her body, she realized that Eric had removed his own clothing, and had stepped behind her, taking a washables cloth, and gently soaping and rubbing her back, then her berm.

He began to knead the sinew there and she had to allow in that it felt great. As she turned around, she glanced down to see his putz securely imprisoned in the alloy turncock batting cage, held in stead with a small boldness padlock. Obviously despite his rooster whipping June, knowing she would not be around all day, wanted to make indisputable that Eric did not transgress.

Something about standing naked in the shower with this man who was sexually helpless gave her a gumption of lust and power. She knew she could, and realized now that she probably would, call for sexual delight from a man who could not experience vent himself.

She closed her eyes, letting her mind purport as she felt his material covered hand lightly massaging her breasts, then drifting down her tum.

He surprised her though by urging her to sit on the bench in the shower and starting to lap her haircloth. As he stood before her his incarcerate stopcock only inches from her face, she savored the incredibly erotic belief of his hands and fingers skillfully massaging her scalp. It felt heavenly. As he took the hand snout and gently rinsed her hair she could not aid herself - she reached out and took his locked pecker and punishing orb 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 take it in my oral fissure ?"At which point she leaned over and placed her lips around the captive cock, feeling small while of cutis through the evenly space ribs of the Cage.

She knew he could feel her mouth on stray piece of his cock too. As was easy to predict, she watched his cock try to grow in its cage .It had nowhere to go. The costa and rod of the stopcock cage were digging cruelly into the side and the head of Eric's putz, and he moaned.

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

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

"You may stay"she said. Eric got on his genu with the face cloth and ever so gently, but thoroughly washed her kitty-cat, gently parting the mouth to lightly make clean in between, then moving lower with his fingers. Cynthia gasped as his cloth covered finger lightly rubbed around her arse, pushing just slightly inside.

"Grabbing a fistful of his pilus she pulled his face into her crotch with the single command"slug !"

Eric was devoted to pleasing fair sex and if June was not here, he would do his respectable to pleasure Artemis who he knew was his wife's ally and fan.

He put his heart into it, laving the sass with his tongue, teasing the clitoris out from its goon, 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 sexual pleasure or firing long forgotten.

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

She allowed Eric to aid her up, on shaky legs, and stood, leaning against the counter as he dried her off. He found some powder and lightly dusted her, then rubbed cream into her skin.
"June was a golden fair sex"she thought to herself ”. She could not remember when she had been pampered like this. It was hotter still because the one indulgence her was himself bare, with his shaft locked safely away. There is was no possibleness that he expected anything in return. Just the chance to give delight.

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 distress, let alone hurt her. You two are adept for each early"

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

It was belatedly afternoon when she joined Robert for a ignite supper. He suggested that since it might turn into a late night, perhaps a cigar and small glass of cognac on the verandah would be earmark. Artemis agreed and joined him.

"I had one of the lady friend go and check off on June to nominate sure she's alright and make sure she had sight of water. No nutrient –she'll be a thirsty missy tonight."

"So recite me"he asked Cynthia,"have you given any thought process to what June will meet through tonight ? Anything particular, or a combination of delicacy ?"

"June has made several comments about bondage allowing the loose woman in us to come on. I'm going to have her that tonight. And I really, really want to give her a serious pussy whipping. How about you ? Anything particular you have in store ?

Robert exhaled and watched the cigar smoke whorled 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 direct it all properly it will be very hot and intense - I think you'll appreciate being surprised."

"My man of mystery and surprises. Of course I'll hold. I owe you so much for opening my oculus. I'll trust you to seduce it a luxurious conclusion ! !"

Together they made their way down to the dungeon, Cognac snifter and cigars in script 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 in effect to move to the prevention and gift herself. Her restraints did not allow for the kind of exposure 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 make for the evening sexual love"Artemis shared as she unlocked the cadre threshold.

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

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

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

As Robert obligingly strapped her tightly into the device, Artemis took the time to place upright by her head, tightly locked down into the front couplet, and stroke her face.

"Tonight lovemaking we will belong to each other. You've already taken me as yours. Tonight you're going to be mine. I was a little unquiet at first, but you made me infer that I really, really need to prepare you call and beg tonight. And you will bed. Tonight I'll make you scream from your soul."


With her hand on the pocket-sized of June's arched back, she felt the cleaning lady shiver and quiver. She couldn't William Tell though if it was because of what she had told her, or because Henry Martyn Robert had taken the chance to stroke and beleaguer June's pussy, so blatantly presented by her position.

Artemis suspected it was the foreplay. She stepped behind the bounds woman and as was now almost the norm in this place, felt the sexual rush at the mess. Ass pushed senior high school in the by her arched back, legs splayed apart. From behind she was all ass and puss.

The swollen backtalk of her vulva were hurl backwards, pouting invitingly, droplets of moisture easily visible.

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

Only yesterday it had been her. Today it was June who suffering from a motive bred through a combination of torment, teasing and restraint, had been reduced to an animal in heat, craving any kind of sexual inter-group communication.

Cynthia went into the early room and brought back the quirt. Based on her own experiences, and seeing the obvious forcible arousal of her subject, she decided that a combining of erotic nuisance along with some tantalization and disaffirmation would take June to even higher levels of frustration.

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

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

Robert too waited patiently, understanding where this was going.

The reversal increased in speed and force out, the tip of a thong from metre to time snapping between the splayed legs. Those brought gasp from the tightly restrained womanhood as a knotted did its damage.

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

Cynthia realized she must be more homosexual than heterosexual person because the view of a totally aroused cleaning woman drove her crazy. There was something incredibly erotic to her about the line that woman such as June could face.

On the one hired hand a reasonably doctor up adult female, often fashionably dressed, pilus styled, nails done, wearing a refined sum of money of jewelry, apparel that flattered but were not gaudy.

Then there was her June, here, tonight. Naked, restrained, sweating and, there was no other, or bettor way to put it - in heating ! She moaned at the slightest sense of touch to her cunt.

Her pussy itself was pure lust ! Engorged with increased rake flow rate, the outer lips gaped. The inner lips were bright red. The swelling had caused the hood to pull back exposing the delicate bone of her clit. The orifice of the vagina was clearly visible. The moisture that former had been just a droplet or two, now freely collected along her labia, and the scent of her rousing was overpowering.

Artemis reached under June's belly from behind and gently stroked her hand down, lightly grazing her sex, deliberate not to exert too often pressure.

"Umm you look so beautiful my jade"she whispered in her imprisoned'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 flirt around the opening of June's vagina, ribbing and ever so slightly probing. The core was electric automobile as June tried to thrust backward, but the strap were too mingy.

"I'm wondering what you'd promise me now if I let Henry M. Robert slide his cock into your pussy"Cynthia murmured as she continued to cod.

She motioned to Robert, who taking the cue, pulled his rear peter from his pants and stepped behind the gasping woman.

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

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

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

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

"You look like a bitch in high temperature. I'll bet you'd love to feel that cock slide abstruse inside you wouldn't you ?"

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

"Say it - tell us what you are and what you need slovenly woman"

June responded immediately - modesty and decorum long gone.

"I'm a slut Ma'am. I need to badly to be fucked. I'm zippo but a bitch in passion for you, please, please let Robert fuck me !"

Artemis said nothing, just motioned Robert to step back, and as he did, brought the quirt snapping in an upward motion directly into the break twat.

The tangle flip-flop buried themselves in the mild, puffy pussy lips. She repeated immediately with stroke after stroke upward into the ticklish folds of the gaping sex. June screamed freely, thrashing wildly in the shoulder strap holding her, begging and pleading for the dreadful pain to stop.

Of track Cynthia didn't stop.

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

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

She alternated the flogging and teasing, occasionally letting a fingerbreadth solecism inside the contuse and swollen slit, while her pollex teased the puckered asshole just as obscenely presented. The solid area between June's branch - her pussy, perineum and skin around her anus was red and bruised from the impingement of the little burl on the quirt's thongs.

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

She stepped back and watched as he buried his cock to the hilt in the abused pussycat. It took just a few strokes before June stiffened and cried out again, center rolling back, as she jerked wildly in her control. Her orgasm seemed to never end. The spasm in her abdominal muscles were readily visible, as was the clenching of her pussy and asshole. Her fluids ran down her thigh freely and the elbow room reeked of sex.

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

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

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

A oeuvre of art almost - polished reddish brown, oozing strap and fastening points, with a large padded bolster at centre that could be moved up or down.

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

Still dazed from the whip on her kitty-cat, and the intense coming, she could do nothing but hang in her straps, waiting for what she expected would be some vivid torment.

Her fears were confirmed when Robert set a covered tray on the tabular array next to the crown of thorns, along with a gray box. He stepped up and gently caressed her face, 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 anguish 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 electricity - I can't stand it. Please anything else"she begged.


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

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

"It's a tremendously versatile tool, but requires some noesis and experience. Electricity offers so many delightful advantages. showtime, there is never any permanent injury. No marks, no scars. Second it can produce a whole spectrum of mavin - from erotic pleasure to absolute agony. And finally once you have everything set up, it requires no more cause than the touch of a button."

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

Robert continued his explanation."Not wanting to get too technical but basically this box produces a very high voltage but low amperage electrical current. It's the safer form of electrical energy as compared to say just a huge 12 V car battery that can cause burns and literal injury."

As he spoke he was plugging leads into the grey 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 alcohol swab and began thoroughly cleaning the skin on June's right breast, about and inch from her nipple. He directed Artemis to open up one of the acupuncture phonograph needle wrappers, being careful just to pull the sealing paper back, but not come to the needle. Taking another swob soaked in alcohol he grasped the end of the needle and pulled it free. It was about three inches long and very, very slim down.

Cupping June's tit, careful not to touch the cleaned area, he slowly sank the acerate leaf into her titty. June violently shook her headland back and forth, but did not cry out.

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

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

Artemis could not disagree. She imagined herself in June's place, helplessly strapped to the crossbreeding and watching a goad being inserted into her sensible titty.

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

"One of the biggest variables in using electricity is the size of the contact stage with the consistence"he explained as the succeeding phonograph needle was inserted into June early breast, also about an inch from the nipple. Cynthia noted that June had again not made a phone as the needle slid into her breast and both of her mamilla were hard and erect.

"If I use a large contact pad to conduct the electricity the sensation is much like a vibrator. The electricity causes muscles to contract bridge and relax involuntarily. In fact, with an internal vaginal investigation and a well placed pad, I can literally induce an climax in a woman without any other contact, and whether or wants it or not"Henry Martyn Robert continued as he produced the third needle.

This acerate leaf brought a response from the incapacitated woman as he slid it with a twirling motion directly into the heart and soul of her right nipple, sliding it about an inch down into the breast. And June cried out in painful sensation as the early mammilla was cored with one of the thin, delicate needles.

"On the other hand"Henry Martyn Robert continued, as he picked up the conducting wire he had laid out, and attached one to each needle with a clamp,"when the liaison point is modest, as with these acupuncture needle which will of course of instruction be the contact period, the same electrical current is stark botheration, the measure of course increasing as the current increases."

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

With her pelvis thrust 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 clit.

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

Cynthia found the sight of June, eyes closed, trying to get herself braced quite titillating.

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

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

With all of the leads attached and plugged into the box, Robert explained the box was versatile in that the voltage, frequency and pace of stream could all be adjusted. The box could even be plugged into a computer if one wanted to get fancy so that shocks were delivered to the beat of memorialise music.

As he spoke, he pushed a button and a series of light came on. He stepped fill up to June and caressing her gently, first her expression, then the sides of her bosom, then her hair, he asked her if she was quick.

Artemis watched the scene unfolding.

All the mendicancy, and pleading were gone. June and Robert looked into each other's optic. He knowing that he was getting ready to seriously bruise this lovely woman. She seeing in his heart the certainty that within endorsement she would be screaming.

June took a cryptical 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 crown of thorns and screamed, and screamed. Between howler she managed to gasp out entreaty to please stop, she couldn't manage it any more. Then the speech were lost with new screams.

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

The ferocity of June's response caught her off safety. June was literally trying to raven her buff's tongue and mouth, kissing her frantically. She had been in pain, and would soon be again, but right now she was gross lecherousness ! !

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

This sentence Cynthia found she was definitely getting aroused as she watched June jerky and thrash in her restraint, and listened to her scream.

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

Finally Henry Martyn Robert stopped. June hung in her shoulder strap, relieved at the impermanent suspension.

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

As she stepped up to June, she watch as Robert unclipped the electrical spark advance 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 Robert removed the needle –she saw him out of the corner of her eye toss them on the tray and step back.

She began to stroke and twit her lover in earnest. The mammilla, so brutally tortured just instant 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 fingers along the offered dent, feeling the sopping wetness. June was a pain slut.

At this point Robert stepped back up. In his hand 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 with an unverbalised promise that someday….

But Cynthia felt the gush of fluid in the palm of her handwriting that was cupping and stroking June's pussy. She stepped back, watching in curiosity at the aspect before her.

Robert said zip. He kissed June deeply. He began to stroke and tease her. First her teat, rolling between finger's breadth and thumb, then kissing them. teeth nipping, then grasping and pulling. June's gasp as he let each nipple in tour sliding board between dentition, rasping until it pulled fee. Repeating.

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

Feeling the hips buck against his handwriting. Hearing the moans. Smelling the arousal, First one digit then two slipping abstruse inside the woman - feeling the sinew there contract, clutching his finger. The renal pelvis moving as much as the strap allowed, she completely aroused and needing.

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

For her to see.

For her to fear.

For her to need.

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

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

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

Cynthia had long since buried her script in her own puss rubbing and stroking herself as she watched the picture spread.

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

Robert continued to tease the lovely blonde. The fingers of one hand deeply 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 malice of knowing how badly it would suffer, June gave up and cried out

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

Henry Martyn Robert slowly, never stopping his teasing and stroke of her pussy, took a cryptic retarding force on the cigar and then slowly, ever so slowly, watching the terror and the need build in his victim's center, touched the glowing end to her odd nipple.

For a entire minute he held it there as she screamed.

She screamed but she did not beg him to end.

A brief pause and the radiance hot cigar touched the other pap. The finger of his early helping hand oceanic abyss in her vagina, probing, stretching teasing.

Finally, kneeling, just as slowly and certainly as before, Robert touched the cigar to the acme of her twat. Where the lips met. Where the sensitive pearl of her clit had been teased out from its hood. And held it there as his digit spread and stretched her, moving rapidly inside her. Her orgasm hit just as he removed the cigar, replacing it on her now brutalized clit with his tongue.

June cried, gasped and made inhuman noise as fluid gushed from her pussy, soaking Robert's grimace and hands. Robert began to gradually retard the caresses and stroking, embracing her to a greater extent 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 redress back when June begged her not to leave her. She had already decided how this evening would represent out.

She went to the clothes that June had left earlier in the day, and trusted enough, found the small brass key in the pocket of the jeans. She picked up a duet of cuff and made her way back to the inn.

Eric immediately opened the door to his elbow 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 back. She tossed him the cuff and told him to cuff his hands over his head to the headboard. He found a large doughnut, thoughtfully provided, and locked his deal together, then lay there waiting.

Artemis took the key she had retrieved from June's scoop and proceeded to unlock the celibacy Cage, freeing his now swelling hammer.

Unable to baulk, she stroked it, then took it in her mouth, savoring the feel and tasting of a hot peter in her mouth. It was all she could do to pull her heading away. She teasingly told Eric not to go anywhere, as she left him raw and restrained on his bed, being heedful to study his way key with her.

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

She took June to her elbow 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 speak, but Artemis 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 handlock on the night table .