Here is part 16!
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Part 16.
The sun and moon danced across the sky as the earth turns, and before we knew it the exams were upon it. Laura was still coming round to my flat several night a well for revision. Actually, hard work revision. We only had a little time for fun and games, but two or three times a week we headed down to the Prince of Wales for a drink. Laura quickly became friends with the landlords, Dick and Judy, as well as some of the regulars we went painting with, like Dave and Liz, and Pete and Jess.
Her toughest exam, history, was on the Monday before her Fridays maths exam. We had spent the Saturday revising, writing practice essays based on sample sources, and doing quick-fire quizzes on key periods of British history. By 8pm she seemed ready, and I made an executive decision to head down to the Prince for a well deserved pint. It would be her last night at my place for a while, she needed to be with her mother and brother for a few weeks, at least until her last exams, and I was going to miss spending all my free time with her, but she was confident in her independent revision, and I would have a few more workshops in school for my maths students before their exam on Friday.
Before we left I sat her down and did her hair. She sat patiently on a stool as I first brushed, then braided her hair into two pigtails. After that I packed her little teddy, Sir Walter, into her backpack, and produced a grown-up sized dummy (a pacifier, for all my American friends) for her. She was already dressed in an adorable, figure hugging plain white t-shirt and tartan mini-skirt, but I added red braces to complete the look.
“One more detail, babygirl…”
I instructed her to bend over, and I tenderly lifted her skirt. Under she was wearing one of the cute pairs of panties I had bought her only a couple of months ago, but I had other pans for tonight. I gently pulled her panties down, exposing the soft skin of her buttocks and her perfectly shaved pussy.
“Now, let me see…”
I opened up the case of buttplugs we were still using. By now she had progressed onto the third plug, 12cm long and 4 wide at its widest point. The problem was that it’s orange stones clashed terribly with the red of her tartan skirt. But the next plug up had ruby red gems on it. It was only 15cm (6”) long and 5cm (2”) wide, but that was still a big step up.
But.
Image is important. So the fourth of the set it was (there were still 5 plugs left, that she hadn’t seen, but they would take time to get to).
I generously slathered Vaseline onto the plug and guided into her bottom. She relaxed at first, and let it slide in, but as it continued to wider her anus, beyond what it was used to, she gasped and tensed a little.
“Relax, princess,” I whispered to her, “you can take it.”
She whimpered a little as the extra few centimetres stretched her beyond her earlier experiences, but once the widest point if the plug had passed into her, her body sucked the rest in, greedily, until only the bejewelled Cross piece, with its 3 faux rubies, was visible.
She straightened and stood, awkwardly, and tried to take a few dainty practice steps around the room. I could tell she was both incredibly turned on and more than a little uncomfortable at the same time. I was happy with the result.
We headed to the pub, hand in hand, at a slow pace. She was sucking her dummy and taking baby steps on her white, high heeled shoes, because of her new plug, with her teddy poking out of her backpack. It was past sunset and we took the quiet paths through the woods, and entered the pub from the side door, into the lounge which was for friends of the wonders.
We were warmly welcomed by the regulars when we arrived, David and Liz invited us to a cosy little booth once we had drinks in our hands, a pint of Warty Toad real ale for me, and orange juice with ice in a martini glass, with a cherry on a stick and little umbrella for Laura.
Liz and David (or Dave, if he’s had a beer or two) were co-owners of a precision engineering company based in the same city I thought in. Liz was the CEO, and Dave the head of engineering or CTO. Individually they were the wealthiest two people I knew. Together that probably had more money than God. But they were the nicest, most humble people ever. They lived in a small, 2 bedroom bungalow in the village (they were childless and, being in their early 50s, that was unlikely to change).
Dave was, as always, dressed like an over-worked geography professor, but Liz looked stunning. She was incredible shape and looked amazing in an understated dark grey business suit. She had incredible fashion taste and always looked like she had been made up by a professional. Her jewellery was plain and relatively simple, but of exquisite quality.
The four of us engaged in friendly chat for half an hour whilst we sipped our drinks, talking about holiday plans and times abroad. Laura mentioned that when she was in year 8 she had spent the summer travelling around the Nordic and Baltic countries one summer with her football team. Apparently they did pretty well and were invited to qualifiers for a Europe wide junior football tournament in Lithuania, and plaid a few times from around the area on the way, visiting Denmark, Sweden, Norway, Finland, Estonia, Latvia and Lithuania in a six week soccer tour.
After Liz finished her drink she said “I’m so glad you could make it to the show, TK, I didn’t see your name on the list and I thought you were going to miss it. And thank you for bringing Laura along, I’m sure she will enjoy what we have planned tonight.”
I had to confess my ignorance as I had no idea what she was talking about!
“I’m sorry, Liz, but I’ve been so busy with work and helping Laura prepare for her exams that I have been out of the loop for the local events. What show is going on tonight?”
David and Liz looked a little shocked, and a tough disappointed that I didn’t know what was going on, but they took it in their stride.
“Judy is helping me with a new performance in the conference hall tonight. We were hoping you and Laura would be attending…” Liz smiled hopefully, trying to get me to join the group. To be honest I didn’t need much convincing, and Liz and Judy were both incredibly talented ladies.
“Daddy, what is going on?” Laura asked, pulling at my sleeve.
“Well, babygirl, you remember how Judy arranged the painting evening for the village? She organised other events too, but only for her special friends. Apparently I missed this one in the calendar, but Liz would really like us to join in and watch their demonstration. Would you like to see it?”
“What kind of demonstration, Daddy?” Laura asked me.
“Well, perhaps it is best if I make a parental decisions to say yes, and let you find out the fun way.”
Liz and David both smiled at the news, and David beckoned to Dick behind the bar, who brought over a plastic bag to our table. I already knew what was inside it, but Dick added “spares, just in case anyone forgot.”
Liz made her excuses and headed towards the conference centre whilst Richard, Laura and I continued to chat. I bought us all another round of drinks, and we sipped them as Richard told us of their summer plans (horse riding in Iceland). Eventually Dick beckoned to us, and first David, then a minute later Laura and I, headed off through a door that lead towards the conference centre.
In the cloak room before the the main hall I stopped Laura and reached into the bag, pulling out a pair of black masks, not dissimilar to the one she wore when I got her to put on her cam show.
“We should put these on.”
The masks were more for theatricality than anonymity: after years of friendship everyone knew who everyone was in our little village society, but it was a nice touch, and Laura wouldn’t know everyone well enough yet so t would add some mystery. We donned the masks and stepped through into the main hall.
The room was mostly dark, the heavy curtains blocking what little light there was from outside and a few ornate candle holders with a couple of dozen tall, off-white candles casting a flickering light. The tables had been cleared from the floor and the room was filled with a large semi-circle if chairs, three layers deep. Most were occupied, by several dozen locals, all wearing masks. I recognised most at once, but as per our unwritten rules I didn’t refer to anyone by name or occupation. We took our seats on the far left side, in the middle row. The focus of the semicircle was empty, awaiting the stars of the performance.
A masked man entered the stage (it was Richard, the innkeeper, but we pretended we didn’t all recognise him). He was pushing a pillory on a small cart. He set it up on the floor, with the holes for the hands and head only half a meter off the ground. He locked the wheels of the trolly it was on, then sat down on a spare seat in the front row.
A few moments later the stars of the evening entered, a pair of ladies in some quite provocative dress. One lady was wearing leather bondage gear: a tightly laced corset lifting an impressive bosom, a leather mini skirt and knee length leather boots. The second lady was stunning, slender and graceful, wearing a gossamer thin negligee and nothing else bar the handcuffs that restrained her wrists behind her back, the collar and leash the the first lady was holding, and a mask. Laura leant in to ask if they were who she thought they were (Judy in the leather, and Liz, who we had been chatting with, in the negligee), but I told her we don’t talk about names in the club.
The mistress led her slave to the pillory and instructed her to kneel beside it. When the slave girl was kneeling the mistress opened up the pillory and carefully pushed the slave so her neck was resting in the correct place. She removed the slave’s handcuffs and placed her wrists in the wrist holes, then closes the top of the pillory and padlocked it in place.
She reached into a bag and pulled out a ball gag, which she tied around the slave’s head, the large, red ball filling her mouth and causing her to dribble uncontrollably.
“My slave,” the mistress began, “wishes to enter the stages of her program. In order to truly submit she needs to show her willingness to obey in any circumstances, be it in front of strangers or friends.” The mistress was really hamming up her lines, and the crowd were lapping it all up.
“My slave’s journey is nearly at an end, but she still must prove her worth. This final test will separate the desperate from the perverse.”
The mistress reached into the bag again and pulled out a vibrant read dildo, over 30cm (12”) long and with a large bulge near its base.
For those of you who know what a bad dragon is, it was a classic XL Rex in medium firmness. For those of you who don’t, it was an enormous dildo modelled after a dog’s cock. She threaded the dildo through a metal ring on a harness and proceeded to strap it on to her, the obscene sex toy becoming her own appendage for the evening.
She reached into the bag again and pulled out a Hitachi wand vibrator. She duct-taped it to the slave’s body, the large, round head resting over her clitoris. She plugged it in and turned it on, the load buzzing unmissable. The slave’s hips started to gyrate as the pleasurable vibrations courses through her body.
The mistress retrieved a tub of lube and started to grease up the canine sex toy she was wearing, smiling as her slave approached orgasm. The powerful vibrations didn’t take long to do their job, and soon the slave’s moans and gasps crescendoed into a powerful orgasm.
But the buzzing didn’t stop, and soon the moans and gasps turned to yelps and cries as the powerful vibrations assaulted her over sensitive clitoris.
“Daddy, what is going on? What is this place?”
Good questions, I think. I leaned over and whispered in Laura’s ear.
“We are just a group of friends who meet up every now and then and try things out. No one has to participate if they want to, some just watch. People can suggest ideas and others can decided if they want to join in. This evening we are seeing the end result of over a year of training.”
The slave was now whimpering as the unending vibrations assailed her, and her mistress was just about ready to continue.
The canine dildo has a moderately pointy start, but fattens up after around a third of its length. It slims down again until close to the base, where a tennis ball sized bulge, or knot, prevents the final obstacle. After the knot it thins down again, before a flared base, and a clear plastic tube leading to a large syringe full of thick, white lube, which can be squirted out of the dildo’s tip.
I took Laura’s hand in mine and gave it a squeeze, and together we watched as the well lubed tip of the dildo glided into the slave’s arse. They must have been practicing this for months, as the slave’s anus didn’t seem to mind this initial section at all.
Soon the mistress, kneeling behind the slave, was thrusting the dildo in and out of her bottom with ease. Every now and then she would depress the plunger on the lube syringe, depositing some of the slimy lubricant deep into her slave’s bowels. After only a few minutes of casual canine sodomy the slave started to moan again, as discomfort morphed into pleasure. Her second orgasm was course and rough; she grunted and her knees nearly gave out, but still the Hitachi buzzed and the mistress ploughed into her arse.
If she was sore after her first orgasm, after the second she was devastated. She bucked and kicked trying to escape the unyielding vibrations and the powerful thrusts into her arse, but with the pillory and the mistress pinning her in place she was trapped.
Millimetre by millimetre the thrusts were getting deeper, and soon the knot of the dildo was knocking on her asshole with every thrust. Laura squeezed my hand and whispered that she hoped the slave could fit the knot in as well.
The not was large, the size of a tennis ball, and the mistress held tight onto the slave’s hips as she stopped thrusting in and out and started pushing harder and harder into her slave’s anus.
The slave’s cries intensified through the ball gag, her legs kicking out as the agony of a distended asshole drove her being into crisis. But still the mistress pushed harder. After several excruciating minutes the knot popped into her asshole, the abused ring almost snapping shut around the thinner shaft between the knot and and dildo’s base.
The effect on the slave was instantaneous, her screams of pain turned into one of existential pleasure as her third orgasm, more powerful than the previous two combined, transformed her world into nothing but pleasure. She collapsed, going completely limp, her body held up only by the pillory and the mistress’s dildo. The mistress fully depressed the plunger on the lube syringe, depositing the remainder of the white gloop deep into the slave’s bowels, then turned off the wand vibrator, giving the slave respite from its work.
They held that position for close to ten minutes, the mistress bound to her slave by be large knot in the dildo, but as the slave stirred and started to regain her composure the mistress gently began to pull the dildo out of her slave’s arse.
The slave’s arsehole did not want to give up on the knot, and it stretched outwards, trying to hold everything in place. With an audible “pop” the dildo escaped, and a torrent of slimy cum-lube rushed out of her gaping hole and dribbled on the floor. She collapsed, panting on the floor.
“I’m very disappointed in you, whore,” the mistress said in a commanding voice, “you have ruined your holes for your own depraved pleasure. You have shamed yourself in front of all my friends with your wanton sluttery. You have proven to everyone here you are nothing more than lowly slattern.”
She picked up a short whip from her bag of toys, then reached down and flicked the vibrator back on.
“Whore!”
She she brought the many strands of leather from the whip down hard on the slave’s exposed bottom. The slave moaned, and wriggled uncomfortably. She walked over to the audience and handed the whip to the first member (who we shall pretended we didn’t know was the slave’s husband, David). He took the whip and walked over the slave.
“You’ve really let us all down. I’m disappointed you.”
The whip cracked again, and the slave began sobbing.
Again the whip was passed on, each member of the audience taking their turn to berate and flog the slave, whose moans and sobs increased in intensity with each humiliation. I leant down to Laura and made some suggestions. I had known David and Liz for years and I was really happy that they had finally gotten to try this out, but knowing Liz and her preferences, I had an idea to make it extra special. After a few minutes the whip came to us, but I passed and indicated we should go last. I nipped round the back of the semi circle of chairs and whispered our plans to David, who was delighted with our idea and agreed immediately.
More floggings and humiliations were unleashed on the devastated slave, until finally the whip came back to us and it was our turn. I took the whip and stood behind the slave, whilst Laura stood by her head.
I paused, waiting for my princess to take the lead.
“My daddy says you have been a very naughty whore.” I brought the whip down hard on to her now scarlet buttocks.
“My daddy says that slave’s like you don’t deserve and respect or sympathy.” Another crack, as I brought the whip down. Liz had always had a very high pain tolerance, but this was going well beyond what she had taken before.
“My daddy says that a ball gag is to kind a restraint for a worthless toy like yourself.” A third crack from me, harder, and now the slave was listening to Laura intently, not knowing what was in store.
Laura first removed the ball gag from the slave’s mouth, then lifted her tartan skirt, allowing the audience to see her bare arse and the ruby-esque plug that filled it. She reached down and eased the oversized toy out of her anus, masking her obvious discomfort well, tonight was all about someone else’s pain. She lifted the slave’s head with a single finger under her chin.
“Open wide, whore.”
The slave’s obliged and Laura slide the plug straight into the slave’s mouth. It’s length was enough to trigger the gag reflex, and tears welled in the restrained toy’s eyes. I gave her another crack of the whip, for fun.
“Awwww, whore. Tears for your sad situation? Sluts don’t get to cry. Let me wash those tears away.”
Laura lifted the front of her skirt and stepped right in front of the slave’s face.
“Wash those tears away…” she repeated softly as she gently urinated all over the slave’s face. I casually flogged the poor lady’s arse as my babygirl pissed all over her head.
Apparently, being verbally abused and flogged, whilst gagging on a used butt plug and having a teenage girl piss all over your face, all in front of an audience of your friends, colleagues and neighbours, is exactly what some people get off on (though I expect the vibrations from the Hitachi helped as well). The slave never stopped sobbing, but her fourth orgasm was the most powerful of all, and she went into full body convulsions before passing out, a dull thunk coming as the butt plug slid from her lips.
Two gentleman in the front row (cough, Dick and David) helped the mistress free her slave from the stocks and carry her off into the back room, whilst the rest of the audience applauded the whole show.
“Daddy, my plug came out!” Laura pouted and pointed at her plug, which was resting in the puddle she had just made.
A thought frittered into my mind.
“Babygirl, bend over, lift your skirt and spread.”
She obeyed without questions, once again exposing her adorable arsehole to the whole audience. I retrieved the plug, the slathered it in the lube that had recently escaped the slave’s own arse.
“Any volunteers?” I asked the audience. A few hands shot up, but I picked an old friend of mine, Janet, whose husband I knew had a thing for teen girls.
She came over and took the plug from me.
“It’s a very big butt plug, my friend,” she said, “and a very tight little bottom. Are you sure it will fit?”
“Why don’t we find out the fun way?” I suggested.
Janet carefully slid the plug all the way into Laura in one, smooth motion. Laura let our a little gasp as it went in, but otherwise was silent.
“Thank you, babygirl.” I said to her. She lowered her skirt, stood straight, turned to the audience and curtsied.
A few members of the audience headed home, leaving via the side doors, whilst others milled around and chatted. I wanted to check up on Liz and Dave, so Laura and I returned to the pub via the way we came in. We found Dave and Dick chatting the booth, so we joined them.
“Hell of a show there, right TK?” Richard opened.
I smiled and agreed. Our little club had been going since the year after they bought the pub, and we had meetings at least once a month, though there was no obligation to attend any or all of them. The themes would be posted in our private forum, and members could choose which events they liked the look of. Of the over 100 members more than 30 had joined for the show, which was fairly typical: only the big parties at new year and midsummer had more than half the members attending.
As a general rule we only talked about the club when at the club, but the private lounge had become and almost extension of the club, so we all agreed it was ok to chat there.
“How long has Liz been training to take that beast?” I asked Dave.
“No idea,” he replied honestly, “she told me she had took up joga with a private instructor about six months ago, but she gave me a wink to let me know that she wasn’t being entirely honest. She and Judy must have been planning it for at least that long, and she told me she had made a show booking for the club a few weeks ago, and that I should enjoy the performance, but I had no idea that that was what she had been training for. I have to say, she never fails to amaze me!”
About 10 years ago their marriage had been in a rocky place, after both of them had been suffering through an unfulfilling sex life. What they didn’t realise is that each was hiding their kinkier side from their partner, afraid of what the other would say if they knew what they were in to. It turned out the were both deeply into exactly the same things, and once the therapist had broken that barrier they had quickly discovered a wealth of sexual fulfilment they had both been yearning for. Their marriage has never been anything other than perfect since then, and it has always been an ambition of mine to find someone I could share my passions with: it seemed like Laura was into it all just as much as me!
After a few minutes Liz and Judy entered. Liz was a little unsteady on her feet, and Judy was helping her walk, but she was back in her suit and looked immaculate. Liz gestured to the open seat next to Laura, and Judy placed refrigerated pillow (the kind often used to help sports injuries) on the chair. Liz carefully sat down, then immediately started gabbing…
“That was so utterly amazing!” She said, sounding like an enthusiastic teenager, “I have never, ever felt that way before. I thought the first three orgasms were good, but my God,” she continued, “that last one took my breath away. Never, never, never had I ever thought that was even possible. Thank you. Thank you all.” She turned, carefully, to Laura, “but thank you, Laura, most of all. What you did for me my wad precious. It was a revelation. I will never, ever be able to repay you for what you gave to me.”
Laura look flattered, but a little confused. She started to say “you’re welcome”, but before the words could form Liz has silenced her with a finger to her lips.
“You showed me something I had never realised before,” Liz continued, “when I started in this club, when Judy and I first dreamt of this whole performance, I always wanted to be the star. To be the centre of attention. And I loved it. I loved doing more and more extreme things, both for my own enjoyment and for the attention it gave me. I have loved everything I have done, but I have also love all the eyes on me. Everyone in the room, man and woman, lusting for me. It is a powerful feeling to have that affect on people.”
“But what happens today was new. When you stepped up, the very second you left your seat I could see all eyes were on you. You are gorgeous, perfect. And I couldn’t come close to competing with you 30 years ago, and certainly not know. You commanded the attention of everyone in that room, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was a distraction. A side show. A freak to be used for your pleasure. It was liberating. I wasn’t being knotted in the arse, flogged and humiliated because I wanted to show off. It was happening to me because, for the first time in my life, I was nothing. Despite my best efforts to be the greatest pervert in the village, people were ignoring me to watch you.”
Liz leant in and kissed Laura straight on the lips. Laura froze, in a slight panic, then gently leant in as well and returned the kiss. Liz took Laura’s head in her hands and gently pulled her in even more, as her tongue slid against Laura’s. Dick and Dave looked at me, and I shrugged, as if to say “it’s fine by me”.
Liz broke off the kiss and looked Laura in the eyes.
“In all my years of experiencing S&M, I have always been performing. This was the first time I have ever truly felt like I was being used, not for my own pleasure, but for others. You gave that to me. You took away me deceit and pretence. You took away the performance. You took away the dignity which I had never been able to let go of. You made me nothing, and that made me cum so hard that, apparently, I blacked out for ten minutes. Thank you.”
Laura blushed as Liz let go of her hands. I knew then that this would be a life long friendship.
That chit chat continued until Laura had to use the ladies room. Whilst she was gone I took the opportunity to have a chat with the Dick and Judy about the pub and their summer plans. We quickly hatched an idea, which I would bring up with Laura later.
Laura returned and we got ready to go. As we were getting up to leave Liz gave Laura a deep and honest embrace.
“Thank you, sweet little girl. You will forever be precious to me.”
Dave smiled and shook my hand. “If you ever need a babysitter for your little girl, at wife and I would be more than happy to take care of her for an evening or two.”
Or she would be taking care of them, I wager!
It was a slow walk home. The high heels and the large plug made walking a challenge, but Laura was in a delightful mood, and she frequently popped out her dummy to ask me questions about the club.
“Daddy, how long have you been a member?”
“I was one of the first to join, because Judy knew me from work before and she has always trusted me. “
“Daddy, what sort of things go on in the club?”
“Well, would you like to tell you, or would you rather have them be a nice surprise for next time I take you?” That made her giggle.
“Daddy, have you had sex with all the women in the club?”
I paused.
“I have been intimate with many of them. Some of them I have had sex with. Others we have played with. Some I have just watched. We all get to make our rules about what we can and can’t do there. And everyone redirects everyone else’s rules.”
She smiled.
“Daddy, I really like your friends!”
That made me happy.
We got home and quickly got ready for bed: Laura brushed her teeth and I brushed her hair. I asked if she wanted to take her plug out but she insisted on keeping it in, as it made her feel all full. We settled into bed, and without prompting she crawled down between my legs and started to suck me. I stiffened quickly and soon she was giving me an expert blow job: I couldn’t believe how much better she had become since the first time she tried it.
As her head was bobbing up and down on my shaft, I began to talk to her.
“I remember that you mentioned you wanted to get a summer job.”
“Mmmmhhh.” Laura nodded in agreement without slowing down.
“Well, I spoke to Dick and Judy at the Prince of Wales, they normally need extra staff over the summer to cover for the extra tourists and the staff who want to take their holidays. Would you be interested?”
“Mmmmhhhmmmm!” I could only assume that that was an excited “yes”.
“Well, they normally take a few part time waitresses and bar staff, but what they really need is someone who can be a full time employee, but with ‘on demand’ shifts. They have a spare room and office in the conference centre that a staff member can live in over summer, and be available to cover any busy shifts when someone call in or the bosses are out.”
She stopped sucking me.
“I could live in the village?”
“Well, on paper you would be living in the pub, but I can’t see any reason why you couldn’t actually stay here, with me.”
She leapt up and wrapped her arms around me, smothering me with a thousand kisses.
“I can spend summer living with my daddy!”
She held me tight, and I knew she was truly happy. Our embrace lasted a long time, before she snuggled back under he duvet, tired and happy.
“Hey!” I complained, “aren’t your forgetting something?”
She stirred, then remembered what she had been doing before. Once more she took my cock in her mouth, but this time there was a renewed vigour from her joy.
It was going to be the most wonderful summer ever.
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