Christy was whimpering when I opened the door. Megan had gone further than I intended in getting her ready. She was wearing the harness I requested, but also bound with her hands behind her back and arms tied at the elbows. She was kneeling on the hardwood floor in a corner, facing away from me and gagged from the sound of things. Christy’s position prevented her from seeing the collection of tools I’d had Megan prepare as well.
Megan and I stood her up and turned her back towards the rest of the room and watched her eyes widen at the sight of everything collected for use on her. There were cups and clamps with weights, an anal hook, several dildos covered in uncomfortable sharp nubs, inflatable plugs of various lengths, a sturdy riding crop, lengths of rough hemp rope, some resistance bands, and at the end, a cattle prod.
I selected a pair of clamps connected by a thin chain and screwed them tightly onto Christy’s beautiful nipples and then hung two 100 gram weights from the chain. I hung another 50 gram weight from the tiny gold ring she wore in the hood of her clit. She moaned loudly around the ball in her mouth when I let go of the last weight and the ring pulled against her sensitive skin. She closed her legs tightly, trying to support the weight between her thighs so I slapped her roughly on the ass as a warning that she would not be allowed to mitigate her torture. The impact shook all three weights and she cried out in protest.
Megan watched, enthralled as Christy squirmed and moaned, trying desperately to lessen the pain. Her hand was creeping towards her own breasts so I grabbed the crop and delivered a quick swat to each of her darkened nipples. Megan bowed her head slightly and whispered “sorry master” after her correction.
“Christy, do you understand why you’re being punished today?” I asked as I pulled the gag from her mouth.
“No master, I thought…”
Slap, another blow from the crop across Christy’s ass ended her sentence.
“You don’t get to think, slut. Your whole purpose is to do as you’re told. And I’ve specifically told you that any sins you are aware of should be reported to me immediately.”
“Yes sir.” Was all she had to say.
“Now, try again. Why are you being punished today.”
“Because I didn’t tell you that Megan was playing with herself right away.” She said quietly.
“And?”
“Because I tried to blackmail her into doing my chores.”
“Good, now that you’ve acknowledged your sins we can begin the correction process.” I removed the weight from her pussy and handed the crop to Megan. “20 strokes per cheek should be a good start. Make them count.”
I sat down in an arm chair by the door and watched as Megan began spanking her best friend. She alternated between cheeks as I admired her form. Each new stroke raised a bright pink welt on Christy’s pale ass. As each blow landed, Christy recoiled slightly. The movement was enough to shake the weights connected to her now purple nipples which distracted from the pain on her ass, until the next blow landed.
Once Megan had delivered the full 40 strokes, I sent her out to find a candle and a strap-on. I removed the clamps from Christy’s nips and pinched them both roughly. “Have you learned your lesson yet, slave?” Christy nodded that she had.
“Ohh, since when has it ever been acceptable for you to not respond with your voice when I ask you a question?” I asked as I twisted her nipples. Christy groaned at her mistake and I picked up an inflatable plug and shoved it into her mouth. “Get it nice and wet, it’s going in your ass and this is the only lube you’re getting.”
She gagged as the plug reached the back of her tongue but struggled to get as much saliva on it before I pulled it away. “Bend forward.” I commanded and slid it between her rosy asscheeks. The plug started to slide in easily enough, but Christy was closing her legs again to keep it out. I dropped the plug back on the dresser top with the rest of my tools and picked up a spare set of cuffs that I then fastened around her ankles. These cuffs were attached to heavy tarp straps connected to eye bolts in opposite walls. She’d have to squeeze mighty hard to close her legs now.
Megan returned wearing her favorite dildo harness. The foot-long shaft bounced in front of her like a weapon. I grabbed a length of rope and looped it between another eye bolt in the ceiling and the cuffs around Christy’s wrists, pulling it snug and forcing her face forward and ass backwards. My only allowance for mercy was a wooden stool that I placed under Christy’s flat stomach to support her body and keep her shoulders from being dislocated.
“I’ve had it with these minor rebellious acts.” I told her. “You had your chance, now the plug goes in dry.”
“Megan, make it happen!”
Megan picked up the inflatable plug and jammed it roughly into her friend. It took a few minutes and over a dozen strokes but the base was finally nestled tight against Christy’s sphincter. I took the pump and began to inflate it. Each puff of air added about half an inch of diameter while the plug was free. Christy groaned as her ass was stretched to it’s maximum.
“Now fuck her!” I want to watch her eyes bulge as everything between her legs gets stuffed.
Megan lined herself up behind Christy and rubbed the head of the dildo up and down against Christy’s slit before jamming it in to the root. Both girls moaned in unison as one filled the other. I sat directly in front of Christy’s face and watched as her eyes rolled back into her head with pleasure. Megan began to grunt with the exertion and as the straps of her harness rubbed on her raw quim.
“Master look,” Megan exclaimed “she’s sopping wet.”
I got up to come around to where Megan was thrusting. A thick layer of grool coated the long black shaft attached to my wife.
“You horrid skank!” I said. “You’re enjoying this treatment far too much.” I pulled Megan away and shoved a few fingers into Christy’s snatch to confirm for myself. They came away dripping.
I presented my fingers to Christy and ordered her to clean them off. My cock was throbbing as she carefully licked her juices from my hand. “Now clean the dildo.”
Megan took my place and Christy mouthed the tip slowly, taking about a third of it before stopping to suck. I spanked Megan on the ass once and her reflexive jump forward buried the shaft in Christy’s throat.
I watched Christy get her throat fucked for a few minutes and my self control was starting to wane. Megan’s ass was framed beautifully by the harness straps and watching her thrust in and out was so hot that I had to do something. So, I moved behind Christy and slid into the void that was left by the dildo. Between the dildo stretching her out and how wet she was I wasn’t getting a lot out of my efforts so I stopped and had Megan release Christy completely.
Once she was free, I had Christy lay face down on the floor and hooked the tarp straps to different legs. Now instead of holding her legs open, they were held closed. I lifted her hips slightly and slid back into her. The friction was intense and I knew I’d be ready soon
“Megan be ready to finish me off.” I said as I stroked a bit deeper. Christy heard that and immediately started squeezing her muscles, trying to hold onto my dick and keep the cum for herself. Once I was ready I rolled off and Megan immediately started sucking. I came in her mouth for the second time that day and it was barely 2:00pm.
Christy’s disappointment was visible, she knew that making me cum was basically a get out of jail free card but I was hoping for another few hours of play time. I took a moment to compose myself and then stood both girls up while I tried to decide what to do next.
“Get the plug out of her ass Megan. Let’s shove one of the prickly dildos into her snatch and the seal it with wax.”
Christy was going from disappointed to angry and a little scared, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. Megan and I freed her from the tarp straps and then moved her onto the full size bed we kept in the room for her when she lost her priveleges to sleep with us. We bound her to the bed spread eagle and I began working a dildo covered with sharp nubs into her. I didn’t thrust back and forth so much as I twisted left and right while keeping constant pressure on it. Christy’s scream told me I was hitting the right spots. She started to beg for forgiveness as Ilit the small torch I use to melt wax from the huge pillar candle. I grew a little tired of her pleas so I told Megan to shut her up. Megan’s idea of compliance was to sit on her face and muffle the sound with her ass. It worked fairly well, all things considered. I did have to warm her about orgasming without my permission and that it would be a shame to have to switch focus away from Christy.With the dildo in place and Megan’s ass as a gag, I began dripping wax into Christy’s belly button. I filled the cute recess of her flat stomach to the brim and then picked out. “Yes, master” replied Megan quietly.I dripped wax all over both girls, occasionally stopping to chip it back off and admire the welts.
As I got closer to Christy’s crotch, she squirmed more and whined louder. I finally reached the spot where the dildo and her labia met and slowly built a seal around the whole area. By the time I finished only the base of the dildo was visible above the coat of wax. I stepped away to admire my work and the whimpering lessened. Megan got up and began to rub her hands along Christy’s legs, inching closer to the wax. She looked at me for permission as her hands closed on the base of the dildo and I nodded. With a firm tug, Megan pulled the dildo right out of her friends pussy and most of the wax with it.
“I feel like it’s time for a break.” I said. “Free her and then go find us something to eat” slapping Christy’s pussy with my opened hand as punctuation. “We’ll pick up where we left off in an hour.”
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