### BZ-154 ###
Sluts And Slaves
by Unknown


CHAPTER ONE

“You know what we need, Keith, is our own little slave girls to amuse us when these urges 
strike,” Janice said as she rubbed her raw skin where the ropes had dug into her wrists. She 
frowned at the chaffed marks as Keith raised himself up on an elbow to look down on her.

“Our own what?”

Tipping her head back to look him in the eyes, she repeated, “Our own little slaves to 
amuse us when these urges come upon us.”

“Where in the hell did that statement come from?”

“Oh, come off it, Keith. You know I don’t like playing the slave, any more than you do when
I get the same urges. All I’m saying is that we need our own little sluts instead of using each 
other. After all, neither of us enjoy it.”

“Really? Then why do I distinctly remember your screams of passion? You came so damned
hard you almost tossed me off the damned bed when you came. And now you’re saying you 
didn’t enjoy being tied, tormented and fucked? I don’t believe you. I plain and simple don’t 
believe you, Janice.”

Easing herself into an upright position, leaning against the headboard of the bed, she 
began to think seriously about her husband’s words.

“Oh, I’ll grant you, that when you sucked my pussy as I was pulled tighter than a piano 
wire, I came like bang busters. And I’ve always loved your cock reaming out any of my 
openings. But I do not like to submit. Damn it to hell, Keith, I like to be in control, as l was last 
week when you were the one that had the ropes cutting into your skin and I used the crop on 
your ass.”

“Look, hun,” reaching out and taking his hand in hers, “remember last week? How did you 
feel when you were the one bound and helpless? I’ll tell you, you didn’t like it any more than I 
did tonight. Oh, I’ll grant you that before we finish with each other, were both hotter than hell.
But let’s face it, Keith, neither of us remotely resembles a slave. And that, my dear, is precisely 
what the hell we need.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Damned serious. So?”

“So? So… hell, I don’t know. Let me think about this.” Keith and Janice had met two years 
ago, fell in love with each other and were married within two months of their first day of 
meeting. They were perfectly suited for each other. Both were strong willed, dynamitic and 
knew what they wanted out of life.

Keith, at twenty-seven, was tall, slender, blond-haired, attractive and already a junior 
partner of a prestigious law firm in town. His skill and drive were recognized, and he was 
farther ahead than others who were years his senior. And he had done it all on his own. There 
was no father or rich uncle lurking in the background to help him out.

Janice was just as successful in her chosen field of fashion. At twenty-two she was a senior 
manager for shows and displays for a worldwide chain of department stores. Her short, 
muscular body had all of the right kind of curves, even if she would never be model material.

But she didn’t want to be a model. She thrived on the power of her job. If she didn’t like 
some willowy model, the model found it exceedingly hard to find other assignments after 
Janice had spread the word that she was a bitch to work with.

The first six months of their marriage had been a dream come true for both of them.

Until. Until they had settled in and the new of their relationship began to fade and they 
began to look for new avenues to expand. And that is where the problem first arose.

Both were dynamitic, forceful, demanding. Even in sex, that most vital of all personal 
relationships in any marriage. They both wanted to be on top. And that fact became the first 
blot of their otherwise blissful life together.

For the following six months they had teased, haggled and twice actually shouted at each 
other in their efforts find a solution to the obvious growing problem of who was who when it 
came to sex.

Finally, each had very reluctantly agreed to try to please the other in a submissive role.

The first time Keith brought out the ropes and bound a very reluctant Janice to their bed 
and spent literally hours working on her body to produce one climax for her, he had had 
conflicting reactions.

What he had done with her body had stimulated the hell out of him. But it was damned 
frustrating to have to work on her so damned, damned hard to get anything close to a 
positive reaction.

And when the tables were turned and it was him under restraint, it was the same. Only m 
reverse. Janice was hotter than hell, dripping from the first moment of touching rope to his 
skin. While he had to struggle keeping up anything close to resembling a hard cock for her to 
work with. Finally, by sheer determination on both of their parts, he had finally come.

And now Janice was proposing a solution to their problem. An unorthodox solution of 
acquiring a slave for their mutual satisfaction.

But was it so unorthodox?

Just what made it so unusual any way? Surely they were not the first couple to be faced 
with a similar situation. Where they?

No, there were too many other Yuppies floating around in the 90’s for them to be unique. 
So, how did the others handle similar situations? Did they…

“Just precisely what is you have in mind, Janice? How would we acquire, as you say, our 
own little slaves to amuse us when these urges strike?”

Janice had seen him give serious consideration to her proposition, and she was sure that, 
like her, he was remembering their many squabbles to find an equitable solution to their 
growing problem of who the hell was top dog in the sex part of their marriage. And that was 
the only place they disagreed. Otherwise they were perfectly suitable in all ways.

She had thought long and hard to come up with this alternative. It was a serious step. 
Both had fooled around before marrying, neither was anywhere near a virgin.

But since they had married, both had been faithful to each other in all ways. It was the 
nagging, and growing, problem that had given Janice her first thought of branching out 
outside the marriage to seek a solution.

It deserved very serious consideration before blindly acting on it. It could have serious 
repercussions that could do irreparable damage to an otherwise highly successful marriage.

“I’m not real sure, Keith, just how to go about it. But something has to be done. Look at 
my damned wrists” holding them out for his inspection, the chaffed, raw flesh was blatant to 
see.

“Raw, rope burned skin is not my idea of having fun. Unless I am the one to install it on 
others. And to be perfectly honest with you, I want to do it to females. Not males.”

“Oh, sure, I got hot when I had you bound in yards of ropes to play, tease and do with 
what I wanted. But you were just a substitute. To put it bluntly, we both want the same thing. 
A hot, willing, submissive slut to make our lusts rise to the heavens and beyond.”

“You aren’t asking for a guy?”

“No, Keith. We want the same thing. A female slave to tie, bind, torment, tickle, scare and 
enjoy like hell. So. Where do we go from here?”

“I… I’m not real sure, babe. But it does open vast avenues for discussion, doesn’t it? What 
is it you want to do with these slaves, anyway?”

“The same as you, I think. I don’t know. But I do dream of tying them up, stringing them 
from hooks and pulleys. Or they’re tied to a bed. And you? What is your dream of?”

“The same damn things, only a bit more.”

“Such as? You have my undivided attention.”

“I… I ahh see myself spanking asses. Tying sluts to wooden frames. Designing outrageous 
instruments of torture that makes pussies dribble with lust. I see hard nipples clamped and 
pulled And whips flaying flesh. But like you, they are only dreams. What if…”

“What if what?”

“That’s it What if? What if we do these things and it changes our relationship? What if we 
finally get some gal here and well nothing? No hard cock. No wet pussy for you. What if it 
plain and simple doesn’t work out?”

“And if it doesn’t, what’s the worse that can happen? I’m not suggesting that we go out 
into the streets and kidnap a victim for a night of fun and games. Hell, Keith, there are willing 
slaves out there and I’m sure if we look around we can find one to experiment with. Hell, if we 
decide that it really isn’t our bag we can just leave her tied up in ropes for hours and a true 
slave will think nothing of it. She’ll assume that that was our intent in the first place.”

“Okay. Okay, that sounds reasonable. But how do we find one of these seemingly many 
slaves to begin with?”

“That, I think, is the crucial question. Do we want to go through one of those skin 
magazines, or do we want to see if we can find one on our own? What do you think?”

“I… hell, I don’t know. I suppose that both are viable options. Tell you what, I’ll get some 
magazines during lunch tomorrow and in the interim we’ll both look around and see if we can
find any possible connections. Fair enough?”

“Fair enough. But that is tomorrow and right now I can see a very hard cock that needs 
some pussy attention.” Looking down at the cock in question, Keith had to agree with his 
wife’s logic.

*

“No, no, no. I told you the lilac, not the deep purple was to go on that one,” Janice 
interrupted the practice run for next week’s show when one of the new models came on stage
with the wrong dress. “Who changed my orders?”

“I… ahh l don’t know, Mrs. Tucker,” came from the frightened model who stood center 
stage in the wrong outfit.

“Who are you, anyway? I don’t remember you. Where did you come from?”

“I… I’m aah Barbara Upton… the agency sent me over. I’m ahh sorry about the mix-up. I 
just put on the dress they gave me.”

Somewhat mollified, Janice took a critical look at the new model and remembered sending
an order to a small agency for a temporary model for the small showing next week, as all her 
favorite models were already booked for the unscheduled show in one of the department 
stores.

That problem out of the way, she looked even closer at Barbara Upton, and with her 
conversation with Keith from last night very fresh in her mind, she began to see the 
possibilities that her job offered.

Yes. The many possibilities.

“It isn’t your fault, Barbara. Go change into the correct dress and we’ll continue. Go on. Get
going.”

As the leggy blond disappeared behind the curtains Janice began to formulate her 
strategy. Two hours later, after two successful runs, she took action.

“Barbara, when you’re finished I’d like to talk with you if you have the time.”

“I… yes, ahhh I’ll be right out, Mrs. Tucker.” Janice smiled. Oh, yes, things were looking up 
in the world.

She didn’t know how Barbara Upton had made it this far with her meekness, but Janice 
was more than willing to make use of it, if at all possible.

She knew she had a reputation of being one in the know. She may not be able to make or 
break a career, but she sure as hell had ample influence in both directions to make models not
want her as an enemy.

Now seemed an excellent time to verify that fact and make use of it for personal gain. Very
personal gains.

Her twenty minute talk with Barbara was more than successful in Janice’s opinion. After 
some initial hesitation, she came right out and stated Barbara’s options.

“Are you aware of my influence in the modeling field, Barbara?”

Barbara knew, all too well. It had been a topic of discussion in the dressing room as she 
changed.

“I… ahh yes, ma’am, I know that you can make my life easy or impossible to get more 
assignments.”

“Right. I can. And which way would you want me to spread the word about you?”

“I don’t think I have to answer that question, Mrs. Tucker. You know the answer. And 
before you ask the next obvious question, I’ll answer it. I’ll do almost anything to get your 
approval and positive recommendations. What is you want from me, arid I know you want 
something.”

“Very shrewd perception. Okay. I’ll be just as blunt. I want you for one night as a sexual 
slave for myself and my husband at our home in return for glowing recommendations, both 
oral and written.” Barbara smiled at her words. She had read her right and was willing to pay 
the assigned part to the hilt.

“A slave? I must say you have been very secretive. I’ve never even heard rumors about your
preferences. Or am I the first to be propositioned?”

She saw Janice’s response in her eyes. “I see. I am the first. Okay, what will be required of 
me for my one night as sexual slave to you and your husband?”

Janice was totally amazed. Had she read Barbara so wrong? She may be a bit of the 
submissive, but she was far from stupid or lacking determination.

Setting those thoughts aside, she tried to answer her question. “I can’t tell you for sure. As 
you have guessed, this is new to us. How about l reverse the question? What will you allow to 
happen to you?”

“As I said, I want your recommendations very much. I’ve been in the submissive scene 
before and find it most enjoyable. If it is not carried to extremes. I can cringe and whimper 
with the best of them. Bondage, short of suspension, is totally acceptable. As is hot flesh, but 
no permanent marks and none to my face. Good enough?”

“Good enough, Barbara I think we have an excellent understanding of each other. Would 
Saturday, after the show, be a suitable date for you?”

“You provide transportation both ways?”

“We will.”

“Then, as they say, we have a date. Am I required to bring anything?”

“No. I think we can handle that part without any problems. We’ll pick you up after the last 
run.”

“I’ll be ready, Mrs. Tucker. Or am I to call you Mistress?”

Janice paused at those words. “I’ll think on that and let you know Saturday.”

After Janice told Keith that night, they had a very serious discussion, then spent the rest of 
the night fucking their brains out in anticipation of Saturday night’s offerings.

*

The show had been an unqualified success. But what surprised Janice, was that the meek 
and mild Barbara Upton was a major part of that success. It was like the buyers hung on her 
every move and gesture. In fact, she saw two of them with hard cocks when Barbara made her 
final appearance on stage.

Perhaps she and Keith were not that only ones around that had visions of submissive 
women, she thought, as one of the buyers made a definite point of commenting about 
Barbara and wanting to know if she would be a more permanent member of Janice’s shows in 
the future.

Janice was giving it very serious thought, but when Barbara came back out front after 
changing she suddenly had other things on her mind.

Janice had been dealing with models for years, and if she knew one thing about them it 
was the fact that none of them were shy in exposing flesh. If they were, they sure as hell didn’t
last long in the trade. The Tuckers had talked on that very subject and both had quickly 
agreed to put that trait to use.

The three of them silently made their way to the waiting car and got in. Keith drove and 
Janice sat by the other door, which naturally left Barbara between them for both to enjoy 
during the hour drive to their home at the edge of the city.

Keith had no more than gotten the car on the street than Janice turned to Barbara and 
said, “We’ve decided that we want to see tits during the drive.”

Barbara knew that it was her tits that were to be seen, and with as much calm as she could 
muster, and with Janice assisting, her blouse and bra quickly vanished to be tossed to the 
back seat. The interior of the car was strobe lighted by the street lights as they drove through 
the center of the city.

“How nice,” came from Janice as her hand took possession of Barbara’s right breast and 
the nipple instantly hardened to a crinkled crest that pressed into the palm of her hand. She 
saw how Barbara keep her hands in her lap, out of the way. She offered no resistance at all. 
Not even when Janice began to pinch the puckered offering.

Then, when stopping at a traffic light, Keith’s hand took charge of the other one Barbara 
took a deep breath, pressing both breasts into the hands that were covering them and laid 
her head back on the top of the seat.

Both Keith and Janice took that as a signal of total acceptance.

They were correct. That was precisely what Barbara was doing. Allowing them free and 
total access to her very willing body. To do with as they desired. Only in one facet of her life 
did Barbara want to lead, and that was on the stage when modeling a marvelous creation. In 
all other situations she was a very, very willing fob lower.

Numerous times she had allowed others to set the stage in personal relationship, and 
especially during anything remotely connected with sex. She had found that they were usually 
much more creative than she was. Especially when it came to making her body sing with 
restraints and mild to wild pain.

She loved being totally attended to. To be the center which all else revolved around. And 
never was she so much the center as when involved in bondage and games of pain. She had 
had others work literally hours on her, enjoying each and every second of the attention. Only 
when she was center stage did she come close to that thrill. When the spotlights shown only 
on her.

In a way, Barbara thought that she was very selfish by wanting to be the center of all 
attention, but she easily consoled herself with the fact that the others did what they wanted, 
too. Wasn’t it nice that others catered to her needs when encompassing theirs, she thought as
she leaned back and reveled in the attention the Tuckers were giving her.

She wondered when they would start escalating things to a higher level. Levels that made 
her blood pump fast and furious. That silent question was answered when Janice told her to 
turn sideways and place her hands behind her back.

Barbara saw the ropes that Janice was pulling out of the glove compartment when she 
opened her eyes.

Her pussy gave a quiver. Her nipples got even harder and she turned as told. Placing her 
hands at the small of her back and crossing them, she felt Janice begin to bind her wrists with 
the soft, white ropes and she couldn’t stop the moan of lust from escaping her tightening 
throat.

Keith and Janice did not misconstrue the moaned message she gave them. Janice pulled 
on the ropes harder than she had originally intended and Keith gave a twisting pull to her left 
nipple as they pulled away from the traffic light.

By the time they had left the city proper Barbara was totally naked between the two 
people who were rapidly turning her world into one of absolute delight. Warm hands roamed 
over her pleading tits, dove into her leaking cunt, caressed quivering thighs and in general 
made her climbing lust and passions soar.

Keith turned off the engine and pressed the button to close the garage door behind them 
and for the first time could devote his full attention to the very pleasing female beside him. 
For the last several miles Barbara’s left leg had been lying over his, her right over Janice’s as 
the two of them alternated getting very wet hands between her spread legs. Finally, with the 
diversion of driving out of the way he turned and gave her his full attention.

Bending his head, Keith clamped his mouth over her straining, hard capped tit and sucked 
it into his mouth as Barbara threw her head back yet again. With her hands still tied behind 
her back, her chest was arched forward and her moans gave every indication that she was 
enjoying herself as much, or maybe even more, than he and Janice were.

As his teeth began to scrap over her crinkled nipple Keith knew that he would have no 
problems at all enacting at least some of his previous dreams and fantasies with the willing 
accomplice straining between him and his wife. He knew exactly what she was straining for, 
too. To come.

He could smell the change in her scent. Could feel the pulse beating in the nipple he had 
trapped between his teeth. And he knew that in a matter of seconds she would find 
fulfillment. Janice’s fingers would see to that. As Barbara’s hips began to raise off the seat of 
the car he reached down and spread her leaking cunt with his fingers so Janice could have 
total access to Barbara’s quaking clit.

Barbara’s body arched off the seat. Her tit was forced into Keith’s mouth and her pussy 
into their hands. And with a gurgling sound deep in her throat she came.

Her discharge squirted out, coating two hands with its oily goo as her hips jerked up and 
down in midair. Keith sucked so hard on her tit that he could actually feel it stretching as her 
scream of release split the air of closed garage.

They gave her a few minutes to calm herself before leading her into the house. Through 
the kitchen, living room and down the short hallway, they came to the master bedroom and 
turned on the light.

Placing Barbara in the center of the room, just beside the king size bed, they stood back to
enjoy the sight.

Barbara’s shoulder length hair looked more blond than it had earlier during the showing. 
Her nipples were still rock hard atop the ends of her medium-sized breasts. Good model 
breasts, not too big and not too small. A good mouth full, or a good handful. They stood out 
proudly on her chest as her hands pressed into the small of her back. Her legs were slightly 
quivering, probably from having just come so hard. And her eyes were lowered as if in 
submission.

“So,” said Keith, as the silence was finally broken, “who does what first, love?”

Janice was prepared for his question. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, and wasn’t 
shy about stating it in firm, unquestionable terms.

“On the bed, Barbara. Face down and ass up. It’s time for his cock to meet you and for 
your mouth to meet my cunt.”

Barbara didn’t bother to respond. Except by following Janice’s words to the letter. Kneeling
on the bed, she more or less flopped forward. Head and shoulders pressed into a pillow and 
legs holding her ass up in the air. Widely spread legs that exposed her dripping cunt and 
twitching asshole to the watching couple standing at the side of the bed.

But they weren’t standing there long. As fast as they could the Tuckers were shedding 
clothing, tossing them wherever they might land and climbing on the bed. Janice used her 
hands to pull Barbara up as she slid under her. When her hands again lowered her, Barbara’s 
mouth was plastered to her opened cunt and before Keith could sink his cock where he 
wanted to, Barbara’s tongue was drilling for liquid.

Keith climbed on the bed behind her offered ass and gazed down at it. He could not resist.
He brought his hand back and sent it slamming forward with a jarring blow that sent Barbara’s
face deeper into Janice’s cunt.

Barbara’s legs spread wider, he saw the reddish imprint of his hand on her quivering flesh, 
heard Janice moan in passion, and he did it again.

“I’ll spank your ass until you make her come.” That said, he made good his words. Every 
blow to her raised ass sent her into Janice’s cunt. Each blow left a deeper red design on her 
ass. Each blow made Janice whimper more than the previous one. And each blow made his 
cock give a jerk of pure lust.

By the time Janice finally came Barbara’s ass was a bright red and Keith’s cock was 
threatening to come without a happy home to sink into. With that threat in mind, he and 
Janice quickly changed positions at Barbara’s body.

“The same rule,” Janice informed Barbara as her hand began spanking as Barbara 
swallowed Keith’s cock to the limit.

At first Janice divided her time between watching Barbara suck off Keith and what she was 
doing to her ass. But after a while Barbara’s ass won out.

With each application of hand to flesh it quivered, Janice’s hand bounced back, and she 
became fascinated with the procedure. So fascinated that she hardly even noticed Keith’s 
grunts of release. Barbara’s ass was so deep red it was almost purple when Keith finally 
pushed on her shoulders and Barbara lay panting on her side and Janice struggled to gain 
control of herself.

The silent smile they gave each other told the story. Neither was having any problems in 
turning dreams into reality.

“What say we tie her up for while and take a break,” was Keith’s question as he stood 
beside the bed on unstable legs.

“Sounds good to me. I’ll get more ropes and you can gag her.”

Keith nodded his head in agreement and the two of them set out to do their chosen tasks.

Telling Barbara to lay on her back, they ordered her to raise her legs up in the air for the 
ropes.

Around and around they went. Over her upper thighs, just below her knees and around 
her ankles. They flipped her legs over then stood back to see their results and both were 
suitably impressed.

Twenty minutes later they were back for a repeat performance with their willing victim who
agreed to return in a month for some more fun of a different nature.

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CHAPTER TWO


“So what do you think,” Janice asked him the following morning as they silently sipped their 
morning coffee.

“About what?” Keith asked with a grin.

“About what? Oh, about the weather, you asshole. Jesus, Keith, would you just answer my 
question?”

“Okay, okay, don’t get all riled up. Frankly, I thought the answer was obvious. After all, it 
isn’t every day of the week that I get old Sporty up five times in a row, is it?”

“He was magnificent, wasn’t he? It’s been ages since you’ve fucked five times in a night. 
Hell, I bet dear Barbara’s ass and pussy are as sore as hell. I sure as hell know my are. Did you 
have to fuck me twice in my ass? Was that really necessary, Keith?”

“It sure as hell was. Every damned time I saw her red ass old Sporty rose to his full glory. 
And what better place to ease his fullness than up two great asses?”

“So, you agree that what we need is a slave of our own?”

“Care to answer that question by taking a gander at Sporty?”

Janice did lower her eyes to Keith’s cock and smiled. It was again almost full-fledged as it 
began to raise the fabric of his bath wrap away from his legs. “The old boy is raring to go, isn’t
he?” v “He sure is.”

“So? Little Miss Muffit could use some morning exercise, too. Interested?”

Neither seemed to think anything about pushing the dishes aside as Janice laid back on 
the table and Keith unsnapped the wrap and let it drop to the floor. Their fuck didn’t have the 
excitement of the night before, but it was a good morning fuck to start the day off with a 
bang.

That dispensed with and both of them relaxed with another cup of coffee in their hands, 
they again turned their talk to what had happened and what was to happen in the future.

“You know,” he said as his eyes took in Janice’s still flushed face across from him, “getting 
a taste of this stuff could be very, very habit forming.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning that I laid awake last night, and all I could think of was what would happen the 
next time.”

“So? What’s so unusual about that? I did some thinking of my own. What were your 
thoughts?”

“I’m not real sure I should tell you.”

“And why the hell not?” She paused to look at him and by the way he tended to avoid her 
eyes, she got the idea. “Oh, I get it. A few yards of rope and spanking ass isn’t going to be 
enough, is it? What do you picture, Keith? What is in that fiendish mind of yours?”

“Well…”

“Don’t well me. Tell me.”

“Oh, all right. Last night was great…”

“Yea?”

“For a start.”

“I knew it,” Janice said as she felt herself getting excited by what she hoped was to come. 
“Tell me, damn you. Tell me. See if we match in our dreams.”

“Dreams, huh? Okay, I’ll tell you. I thought about doing a bit of buying before we have our
next slave of the night over here.”

“Buying? Buying what? Could it be along the lines of whips, canes and painful gadgets?”

Keith looked at his wife. It was there. Approval. And arousal. They had both gotten hornier 
than hell last night and there was no reason in the world to deny it, especially to each other.

“Well, yea. Among other things.”

“What other things? Tell me, Keith, what’s on your shopping list of pain? And I’ll tell you 
mine.”

“Okay, but why don’t you get some more coffee and some paper. There’s no sense in 
forgetting anything while we’re out shopping, now is there.” Janice jumped up, quickly refilled 
their cups and grabbed a pad of paper and a pencil and eagerly sat back down to make some 
very serious notes. “List away and I’ll write them down for a record.”

“Before we get started on that, what’s your opinion of doing some remodeling around 
here?”

“Remodeling?”

“Yea, like in turning the spare bedroom into a room for fun and games. Fun and games of 
the painful nature. Catch your fancy, does it Janice?”

“You mean like whipping posts, pulleys, and strategically placed rings and hooks?”

“You’re a gal after my own heart, you know that?”

“Yea, I also know how to get a rise out of old Sporty there. Look at him. If taking about 
hurting some slave can get him that stimulated just think about doing it with some willing bit 
of fluff. But I get to do the tying up.”

“I noticed that last night. Your pussy was soaking wet before my hand made the first 
contact with her raised butt. You’ve got yourself a deal. From now on you get to do all the 
tying. We’ll share the fucking and administrating. Deal?”

“Deal. God, I don’t know what it is about tying up gals, but it sure as hell is a turn on for 
me. And I won’t deny it. Hell, why should I? Let’s get some of those leather gloves. You know, 
the kind that hold both arms and hands like one glove. And I want different colors of ropes 
and straps, not just white. Think we can find elastic and leather straps for tying? Or how about 
leather clothing for us, too?”

“Write them down, Janice. And I want some of the things made with metal, too. Like neck 
bands, for waist, wrists and ankles, too. I’ve also seen in some magazines nipple and breast 
clamps, we’ll get some of those too. What else?”

“Weights, gags and pain inflicting weapons. Can’t you just picture some slave’s reaction to 
spiked dildos and cock rings? And we can’t forget to get a variety of whips and such. Hell, 
even if we never use them, they’d look threatening as hell hanging on the wall of our 
remodeled room, wouldn’t they?”

“They sure as hell would. But I don’t plan on them being just for threatening and 
decorations. And while we’re dreaming, I want to see if we can get some swords and such-like.
I’ve always wanted to cut off clothes from a helpless gal and using them as a threat has great 
appeal too, even if I’d never actually cut flesh with them.”

Each of them listed the items that filled their dreams and then it was listing all the things 
they’d need to remodel the spare bedroom. That all listed, they turned their attention to the 
how.

“When we’re out we’ll buy some magazines and newspapers. Then we’ll look them over 
and decide which one, or ones, to place our own ad in and exactly what it is we want from the 
gals that might answer it in the future. Good enough?”

“It’s got my vote. Where do you think we ought to start? The room, the ads or the buying 
spree?”

“Well, we can combine at least two of those by going to the hardware store.”

“Huh?”

“For paint for the room and to begin our collections. Haven’t you ever noticed how many 
clamp, rings, hooks and so forth there are at hardware stores, Janice?”

“Well, now that you mention it, yes. I’ve just never put the two together in that manner. 
But I see what you mean. Let’s go and get started.” They did get started that day and they did 
drop a sizable amount at several hardware stores in the area. Then it was back home, clean 
out the spare room and beginning the remodeling. It was a slow process, but then they did 
have numerous magazines and newspapers to keep their enthusiasm up for the upcoming 
ventures.

They also each promised to seriously look around for viable candidates for the remodeled 
room.

*

Keith was the one who stumbled upon the next likely victim.

Literally.

During the lunch hour, as had become his usual as of late, he was just entering one of the 
numerous adult stores on sex row when he physically bumped into a gal who was leaving. 
With him in the sunlight and her in the darker interior, they didn’t see each other until they 
made contact. A contact that jostled the bag from her hand and it went crashing to the floor 
at their feet.

Always the gentleman, Keith quickly bent over, which made them bump heads, and began 
to retrieve her articles from the floor. Pausing for a second when he saw exactly what it was he
was reaching for, he smiled as he picked it up.

He smiled even more when he raised his head to see just who it was that had dropped it in
the first place.

“Betsy? Betsy Ricker? Is that really you?”

Elizabeth C. Ricker had been his meanest competition all the way through law school. If he 
didn’t place first on exams, she did. They had been casually drawn to each other, but it had 
never really gotten past the competition stage and onto a more personal one. She was just a 
tough and aggressive as he had been, and had the job to prove it, with a competitive law firm 
none the less.

“Ah, Keith,” she managed to get out around her acute embarrassment.

Why, of all people, was it Keith Tucker that had to knock the bag containing the ball gag 
and multi stranded whip from her hand? And then have the nerve to know her? And to 
recognize her, too?

Life just wasn’t fair, she thought, as she remembered all the fierce competition they had 
had in school. Why couldn’t it have been one of the wimps, who she could control and bluster
her way out? But no, it had to be Keith. Super confident. Super aggressive. And worst of all, 
super intelligent. Intelligent enough to instantly know just which end of the whip she wanted 
to be on! as her red face had to tell him.

Damn it, he was smiling at her.

Keith did know instantly who her purchases were intended for. Her embarrassment was 
proof enough of that. And the sudden swelling of good old Sporty gave him all the incentive 
he needed to take advantage of what he had just learned.

He sure as hell did not object to getting back for all the very late nights he had spent 
because of dear Betsy. Nor did he give her the slightest chance to escape, either.

Stuffing both the gag and the whip back into her bag and placing it in her hand, he used 
his hand to grab her elbow, stand her up and turn her back around into the store she was 
trying to leave.

“Well, imagine meeting you here of all places, and under such stimulating circumstances, 
too. How about we go over there and have a nice little chat? Hum?”

Not giving her a chance to utter any complaint, he led them over to one of the many 
display cases that contained a stunning array of clamps, clips, rings and interesting whatnot 
used by those involved in the infliction or reception of pain.

“How about that little item? Can’t you just feel it driving up your cunt or ass,” he asked as 
he pointed to the spiked cock ring he had come to buy.

“Or how about those little numbers? I bet they’d really wake up a slave’s nipples, don’t 
you?”

Betsy knew the futility of trying to talk herself out of this one. She knew that Keith had 
read her like a book and was more than willing to take advantage of what he so correctly had 
read. Her only question was, what was she going to do about it?

She felt his eyes bore into her. Knew that he would literally stand there all damned day 
until he got the answer he knew she would eventually give him.

So why was she hesitating?

For no reason what so ever. Feeling the blood pounding in her ears, she took a calming 
breath, looked at the nipple clamps that he had pointed to, and finally resigned herself.

“Ahh yesss ahh I’m sure they would.”

“They would what, Betsy?”

She gave up all pretense, and answered, “They’d really ahhh wake up… my nipples, Keith. Is
that what you wanted to hear? That I’m a…”

“The word is slave, Betsy. Say it.”

“Slave… I’m a sexual slave.”

“Good girl. Now, why don’t you stand there and try to imagine those very nipple clamps 
on your nipples while I buy them for you?”

“I… yes ahh I’ll do that.”

“Good girl. I’ll be right back with a sales clerk and buy them for you. Then we can have a 
nice little chat, about old times and those to come. Real soon.”

Betsy, with one last effort to control her suddenly excited body, gave it up and did as Keith
had said. Her eyes became glued to the nipple clamps Keith had pointed at.

They were a good half inch wide and looked sturdy as hell. They curved to form a “C”, not 
totally a closed circle. Oh, no, nothing so normal as that. The opening of the “C” had a 
self-piercing needle in that almost, but not quite, finished the circle.

They were not a ridged metal, but flexible. Flexible to allow spreading of the “C” to fit 
around a nipple, and flexible enough to drive the needle through the nipple for a very firm 
attachment. Then there was the addition threat of the ring attached opposite of the opening 
of the “C”. That added element could be used in a vast variety of ways. All, she was sure, 
would be painful as hell to her nipples.

She closed her eyes, as if feeling them in her, and there was no more denying or fighting 
what was going to occur with Keith. And to be truthful, she didn’t want to deny or fight him in
the least. Her soaking wet pussy was proof enough of that fact.

When she opened her eyes she encountered the spiked cock ring that he had also pointed
out.

Over the years, Betsy had had numerous items used to ream out her various openings, but
never had she had a spiked cock ring used. And with that thought in mind, she again smiled 
as she envisioned it drilling into her, naturally with Keith’s cock being the means of installing it
inside her.

By the time Keith returned with a salesclerk she was literally shaking with lust and 
anticipation.

Keith stood beside her, placed his arm around her waist, and said, “Tell him which ones 
you want, Betsy.” Her face flooded red. Her heart increased its bumping, and she raised her 
head to look at the clerk standing, with a shit-eating grin on his face, just behind the display 
counter. She knew precisely what Keith was making her do.

Admit that she was a sexual slave.

Admit it not only to Keith, but to the clerk as well. And to herself.

She almost, but didn’t, smile at those thoughts.

She had long ago admitted to herself and others over the years precisely that fact. That no
longer caused her concern. What did, though, was who she admitted it to.

Keith she didn’t see as a problem. But what about the clerk? She had brought many an 
item of pain at this very store, but never had she let it be known how those items where to be 
used. That option was now being taken from her. All would learn that one of the best lawyers 
in town was a sniveling sex slave.

To hell with them, she resolved as she as calmly as possible pointed out Keith’s earlier 
selections to the grinning clerk.

The clerk smiled and unlocked the case and removed the three rings and with a clink set 
them on top of the glass top. Betsy turned even redder. Keith gave her waist a squeeze, and 
asked, “Anything else you see that you want me to use on your body, Betsy?” leaving 
absolutely no room for any speculation as to just what she was.

Feeling her body temperature rise several degrees she tore her gaze away from the clerk 
and did indeed begin to look around at the various offerings available to select from. Her eyes
instantly encountered an item that she had seen on other visits to the store. An item that she 
had been too timid to purchase on her own.

No longer able to deny herself, she licked her dry lips, nodded her head, and with a 
quaking voice said, “Yes, ah… hah… I’d also like you to buy me that crop.”

Two other sets of eyes turned in the direction Betsy had and encountered a five foot, stiff, 
flared head, leather crop hanging on the back wall.

“We’ll take the crop, too,” came from Keith as his hand made its way up her side and slid 
around to rest on her heaving right breast. He gave it a moderate squeeze as he asked, “For 
these?” He lowered his hand to her ass, “Or for this?” as he gave her ass a similar squeeze.

Betsy had no illusions as to what he was asking her, nor did she even hesitate in her 
answer of, “Why, Keith, both of course.”

*

Keith hadn’t let Betsy out of his sight for the remainder of the day. He had insisted that she
accompany him back to his office, which she did with growing anticipation of his plans. He 
had allowed her to call her office, to tell them she was in consultation with him and that she 
would not be returning until the following morning.

He had later called his wife, and as she listened, he had told her he had a surprise for her 
that evening. There was a short pause, then Keith laughed and said, “Of course, babe, you can 
do the wrapping as agreed.”

Betsy assumed that that was some private signal to his wife as again he laughed. That time
much louder. “How soon can you get away?” Another pause, then, “We’ll see you then.”

Betsy correctly assumed that Keith’s wife would be joining them in the evening’s activities. 
She smiled at that thought. She unequivocally had no qualms of another woman joining in.

They left his office twenty minutes later. During the drive to his home Betsy held each of 
their purchases in her lap. “To get you in the proper frame of mind,” was Keith’s comment, to 
which Betsy voiced no objections as her fingers continually caressed them the entire distance 
as he looked on with avid approval at her actions.

Janice met them as they walked in from the garage. And quite a sight she was, too. Her 
short, cryptic conversation with Keith had told her all she needed to know.

He was bringing home another female slave for them to enjoy. She had prepared 
accordingly. Dressed in the newly purchased leather skirt and leather bra, she held several 
lengths of black, stretch cords in her hands as she perched her hips on the edge of the kitchen
table and looked at what her husband had brought her.

She wasn’t disappointed at all.

Betsy was about three inches taller than she was. She had thick black hair that reached 
almost to her shoulder blades and a body that was waisted on a lawyer. But not on her and 
Keith, she quickly realized.

She also didn’t want to waste any time, as was quickly understood when she said, “Strip. 
Now!”

Betsy was at first startled by her reception, but quickly got over it as she, too, did her share
of looking and liked what she saw.

Walking to Janice, she calmly laid their purchases on the table next to her hips then stood 
in front of her, and said, “Why don’t you do it for us?” Placing her hands at her side she waited
to see if Janice would object.

Far from objecting, Janice smiled and reached out her hands to Betsy. The jacket was the 
first item to fall to her hands. Followed in quick succession by her blouse, skirt, bra, slip and 
panty hose. When Betsy kicked off her shoes she was totally nude and obviously excited. That 
fact being attested to by her hardened nipples and her female scent that filled the air around 
the three gathered in the kitchen.

“In case Keith didn’t explain to you, I get to do all of the tying. Give me your hands.”

Betsy had figured out that much from the limited conversation they had had and 
immediately raised her cool hands to Janice as a shiver slid its way down her spine.

“Don’t you think you’re a bit overdressed, Keith,” came from Janice as she began to wrap 
the elastic cord around Betsy’s offered wrists. “You are planning to use some of these 
delightful items aren’t you?” she asked as she tipped her head to the items Betsy had placed 
beside her on the table.

“Oh, most assuredly, my dear. But there is the problem of Sporty. He is quite frisky at the 
moment and there is no way in hell I can get the cock ring on him. Any suggestions?”

“Of course,” came from Janice as she finished tying Betsy’s wrists, leaned back on the table,
spread her legs in invitation to Keith as she pulled Betsy’s mouth to her leather covered tits.

“You,” speaking to Betsy, “can work on these for a while as,” turning her face back to her 
husband, “Keith gets his cock back to a reasonable size for the cock ring.”

Thus saying, Janice slid her arm between Betsy’s two and reached for her pussy, as with 
her other hand she freed her right tit from the bra. “You suck,” she told Betsy. “You fuck,” she 
informed Keith, “And I’ll frig.”

All seemed more than willing to follow her directions as she slid her hand into Betsy’s wet 
track and began to twiddle her with obvious skill. Betsy bent and took the offered tit flesh into
her mouth with equal skill as Keith drove good old Sporty into her to his balls.

Then the race was on.

All three won as their moans came within seconds of each other.

It was an auspicious beginning each silently concluded as they struggled to capture their 
breath and regain some control over their bodies.

Janice was the first to recover as she asked Keith, “Ready for Sporty’s toy?”

Keith wiped off some sweat from his brow and gave Janice a crooked grin that said it all. 
“By all means. How do you want to do it?”

Giving Betsy’s pussy one last twiddle, she pulled her hand away and began to sit up, which
naturally made Betsy’s mouth leave her very satisfied boobie.

“Clean his cock, Betsy. But don’t get him hard until he’s wearing the spiked ring so he can 
ream out your slavish ass.”

They all understood the scenario.

Betsy turned, dropped to her knees and took Keith’s lagging cock in her mouth and 
cleaned it until it sparkled, as out of the corner of her eye she saw Janice twirling the spiked 
cock ring in her fingers.

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CHAPTER THREE


“Now place it on his cock, Betsy, and we’ll get this show on the road,” came from Janice as she
held out the spiked ring for her to take.

Janice felt Betsy’s cool fingers take the ring from her hand and they watched as site placed
it on Keith’s growing cock, just behind the flared head that was still oozing the last few drops 
of his cream. That taken care of Janice was very eager to continue.

“Why don’t we get more comfortable?” Janice asked as she took Betsy’s hand and began 
to pull her into the living room, as with her other hand she scooped up as many articles from 
the table that she could. Glancing back, she wasn’t at all surprised to see Keith bring what she 
had left.

“Stand right there, Betsy, while I get things ready for the next act of the evening.”

Betsy stood in the middle of the living room where Janice had indicated as the Tuckers set 
the items from the store on one of the nearby coffee tables and arranged them with care. She 
didn’t miss the obvious care they showed each other. She smiled with that realization and the 
last of her silent qualms left her. She had no doubts that before she left here she would be 
more than aching, and in many places. But that didn’t bother her because she knew she would
be leaving.

It was obvious that Keith and Janice were going to use her as a sexual aid to their 
relationship. A role she was more than willing to play for her own gains. But with the last 
lingering doubt erased she relaxed. Her one fear had been erased. The fear that one of these 
days she would get herself into a situation that she wouldn’t be able to get out of.

Oh, she had no doubts that she would receive ample pain, but that was her goal, too. 
What she had always feared was the unknown. She didn’t know precisely what would be 
required of her with Keith and Janice, but she did know that she would eventually be able to 
leave. And who knew, if the three of them got along well they might become a standard team,
as they each offered the other what they wanted.

But those thoughts and others were vanished when Janice came back to her and knelt 
before her. Betsy couldn’t help but notice that she held yet more of the black, elastic cords in 
her hands. As Janice began to speak, she got a very good idea of how they were to be used 
on her.

“Spread your legs, Betsy. Good. Now use your hands to hold your pussy lips down and out.
Press them to your inner legs and I’ll tie them in place.”

With trembling legs and knees that threatened to give out under her, Betsy complied with 
Janice’s instruction. She spread her legs and with cool fingers held her pussy lips as ordered as
Janice wrapped the stretching cord around her upper thigh, pressing her cunt lip into it, and 
tying if off as tight as she could. Betsy felt the cord dig into her tender pussy flesh and 
shivered as Janice did the same to her other leg and pussy lip.

When she was finished Betsy’s pussy was tied open with absolutely no protecting flesh as 
the cords dug into her. She felt the cooler air assault her pussy as Keith silently knelt behind 
her and began to caress her goose bumped hinny with his warm hands that sent even more 
bumps parading up and down her body. When he changed positions she felt the end of his 
cock brush against the back of her leg.

His cock and the spiked ring that decorated it.

The cock and spiked ring that would soon invade her wrinkled asshole.

That, she knew, would happen. What she didn’t know was Janice’s role while it did. Or 
would she be a casual bystander? Somehow Betsy didn’t think that would be the case. Not 
when she had seen Janice’s abundant reactions to binding her with the cords. So far Janice 
had bound her but she just couldn’t see her stopping at that. No, she’d want to participate in 
some fashion. The question was how.

When Keith finally stood and began to wedge his ring covered cock between her pressed 
together ass cheeks, she got an answer to her silent question pertaining to Janice as she saw 
her pick up the ridged crop that had been their last purchase at the store and begin to flick it 
back and forth through the air.

Somehow she didn’t think that Janice would be content to swat the air. That was proved 
correct when she began to speak.

“Your hands are bound, Betsy, but otherwise free to move. Thus you will be able to select 
my target. If your hands cover and play with your pussy, I’ll strike your tits. If they cover your 
tits, I’ll change to your opened pussy. Understand your options?”

“I… ahhh yeess,” and God did she ever, as she instantly brought her bound hands to 
opened cunt as she felt Keith’s cock penetrate the first two inches of her puckered asshole. 
Then, just as she felt the short spikes poke into her brownie Janice brought the crop to her 
hard capped tits, striking both nipples with the first blow.

“Aahahhgggggggggggggg…” was forced out of her constricted throat by the double pains
that suddenly seemed to consume her body. Her body twisted away from the spikes up her 
ass. Her chest arched and the crop landed just as accurately on her nipples and she again 
screamed.

“Do you want your pussy whipped, Betsy? I don’t see you frigging yourself.”

As Keith’s cock sank all the way up her back track, the spikes pressing into her intestines 
the entire distance, Betsy quickly brought her fingers to her hot, leaking cunt and began to 
frig herself as if her life depended upon it.

And that was the final ingredient she needed.

She arched her body even more. Pressing her ass back to Keith’s pounding cock and her 
tits up and out for Janice and her crop.

It became another race to the finish.

With her triple stimulation Betsy was sure that she would be the winner. But the heavy 
breathing of Keith against her back as his hands dug into her hip bones made her hesitate to 
claim that victory. Then she noticed that Janice, too, was breathing just as hard as her and 
Keith. Opening her eyes she looked at Janice. And it was there.

Janice was using both hands too. One was wielding the crop in a black blur across her 
reddening boobs. But Betsy was watching her other hand. The one that was moving even 
faster against her own pussy, just as Betsy’s was moving in hers.

It again became a three person race to the finish line as each of them groaned and 
grunted with each passing second. The steady plopping sound of the crop striking her tits was
an aphrodisiac to all three as all six hands actively sought their own goal of either swinging 
the crop, dawdling a pussy or holding hips in place as three sets of eyes screwed shut as their 
owners climbing lust’s ladder and came crashing over the edge.

About ten seconds later all three of them crashed to the floor in utter exhaustion. Betsy 
gave a halfhearted moan as Keith pulled his cock out of her ass, but other than that it was a 
struggle for each of them to just suck oxygen into starving lungs and twitch in the last tremors
of their shattering climaxes.

Thirty minutes later they stepped out of the shower and were ready for more.

Again Janice did the orchestrating and led them into the master bedroom. Taking up a ball
of heavy string from a dresser, Janice approached Betsy and asked, “How about a bit of breast
bondage for starters in the next event?”

Betsy looked down at her reddened tits and gave Janice’s question serious consideration. 
Janice had not be gentle with the crop against her tits, but she could also see that she hadn’t 
broken any skin in the process either. Betsy also knew that before the night was over she 
would be having the nipple rings in her. Could she take bondage to her tits before that and 
after the cropping?

She nodded her head to Janice and as calmly as she could, placed her hands behind her 
back and out of the way as Janice began to form a loop with the string. Making a slip knot, 
she slid it around her left boob and began to draw it tighter as Keith made his appearance 
behind her and wrapped his arms around her hips, his fingers coming to her dripping pussy 
and digging in with skill, as hers wrapped around his growing cock.

There didn’t seem to be much need to talk, after gaining her permission that is. Some five 
minutes later, after ample attention from all concerned, Betsy’s breasts were firmly encased in 
the string and was giving the last of her moans from the climax Keith had brought her to. And 
Janice was back to issuing orders.

Sliding onto the bed Janice spread her legs and wiggled her finger at Betsy to join her.

Betsy had no doubts as to how she was to place herself on the bed. Stepping up she knelt 
on hands and knees and lowered her face to Janice’s opened pussy.

“Spread your legs, Betsy, and Keith will whip your ass with your cat while you make me 
come with your mouth. If I come in less than five minutes, he’ll fuck your pussy. If more than 
five, it’s back to your ass. So your actions will determine his selection. Now, go to it.”

Betsy didn’t bother to question how Janice knew she wanted Keith up her begging pussy, 
she just dove in with all the skill at her command as she heard the first of many whistles of the
cat slicing through the air heading toward her more than eager ass.

Keith didn’t have any qualms about whipping her ass with the multi stranded whip Betsy 
had bought before he had entered the store. Her earlier comments had vanished all of those. 
He knew that she wanted her ass whipped as she sucked pussy for his wife and he did just that
after he glanced at the nearby clock to check the time.

By the fifth stroke of the cat to her ass Betsy spread her legs even more, tipped her ass up 
for his attentions and drove her mouth, tongue and teeth deeper into her Janice’s drooling 
pussy as she rubbed her bound tits against Janice’s legs for added stimulations.

Betsy won that race hands down. Well, more accurately with her hands on Janice’s tits as 
she sucked and slurped away at her pussy and Keith landed blow after blow to her more than 
willing ass, In fact, she didn’t give a damn if Keith fucker her ass or her pussy. Just as long as 
he fucked one of them for her. And damned soon!

Somewhere along the way she registered the fact that Janice’s juices were filling her 
mouth, but she really didn’t pay it much attention as she was going from one to the next 
climax by their combined actions. But when Keith sank his full to bursting cock up her sucking 
pussy, she went into overdrive at both ends.

Her mouth sucked discharge after discharge from Janice as her own pussy sucked at 
Keith’s pounding cock. Again and again. Over and over she fell over the precipices just to 
climb to the next one and fall over it as the three of them pounced, jerked and squirmed on 
top of the bed until none of them had a coherent through between them.

*

After another shower for the three of them it was gentle time, as Janice tenderly rubbed a 
soothing cream into Betsy’s tits and ass before they took a coffee break in the kitchen.

Janice brought out a freshly baked coffee cake, served it with the coffee and they began to
talk with a much greater ease than before. After all, what barriers were left between them? 
Absolutely none.

“So tell me, Betsy, how in the hell did you ever get into the submissive scene,” Keith asked 
as he turned to look at his past arch rival from law school Betsy chuckled. “Would you believe 
that is was because of you?”

“Me? How?”

“I’m sure you remember our competing with each other all through law school,” she saw 
his nod before continuing. “Well, to put bluntly, I found my self burning out. The pressure 
became intense and I began to look for an outlet. And I’m sure you’re just as surprised as I 
was to discover I found that outlet in bondage and pain. It was as if I needed to let go of my 
control to relax.”

“I don’t know if you remember Jim Standish or not, but I was dating him then and he 
began to notice the changes in me and before I knew what was happening one night I found 
myself tied to his bed and he was whipping the shit out of my tits. Let me tell you, I screamed. 
Not only in pain but every word I could think of to make him let me go.”

“But after a while I began to notice that something had changed. Drastically. Not only was 
I enjoying what he was doing to me, but he was too. After that, it was, like they say, all water 
over the dam. I no longer had to search out my outlet, I had found it in bondage and the 
reception of pain.”

“Upon graduation Jim and I parted ways and I channeled my energies into the firm, where 
I became almost as successful as you did. But I no longer had my outlet, so I began looking. 
I’m sure you’ll both understand that it isn’t the easiest thing in the world to be an aggressive 
lawyer in the daytime and a submissive slave in the evening without some anxiety.”

“At first I tried to take care of my own needs, but that soon proved unsuccessful, as you 
might have guessed. So I tried to find what I needed without being abundant about it. I 
started visiting the sex shops in town and on three occasions I received offers from men to 
use what I had bought on me. But I was never completely sure of them like I had been with 
Jim. Oh, the pain and bondage were there, but the trust wasn’t. And trust is almost as 
important, after all, I want the bondage and pain, what I don’t want is not to wake up one 
night.”

“But with you and Janice I felt safe almost from the beginning, and I’m sure you both 
noticed that I let myself go. Which,” she paused to look at them, “brings me to the next logical
question.”

“Which is?”

“Can I come back? Or is this just a one night stand with you two?”

Betsy was totally serious. So was Janice, even if she did start laughing.

“No. No, don’t get me wrong, Betsy. I’m not laughing at your offer. In fact I’ll accept it 
even if Keith doesn’t. You see, my dear, you have made one of my dreams come true with your
question. Keith?”

“She’s right, Betsy. We have had, I’m sure you’ll understand, many conversations on this 
very subject and have come to the conclusion that what we both need is our own personal sex
slave. Therefore, I second Janice’s motion to come back as often as you desire. In fact,” turning
to Janice and receiving her silent approval, he continued, “how would you like to see just how 
serious we are?”

“Huh?”

“Come. I’m sure that actions will speak louder than words. Come to our special room and 
look it over before you decide.”

Keith was sporting a full cock, Janice a soaking pussy and Betsy an inclining of what she 
was about to see as they made their way down the hallway. With a flourish, Janice flung open 
the door just past the master bedroom they had recently vacated, then stood back and they 
let Betsy enter the remodeled room.

“Oh, my God!” came from her as she looked at the contents of the room. Her eyes roamed
over each piece in the room, not wanting to miss a single item as she felt herself begin to 
laugh. She laughed so hard tears began to flow down her cheeks and her legs folded beneath 
her. When she finally got herself under control, she asked, “Where do we begin?”

“Bring the rest of the toys in here, Keith, while I get things started,” Janice said as she, too, 
began to laugh right along with the crumpled Betsy.

The Tuckers hadn’t made all the purchases they had planned to make yet, but the slave 
room was more than adequate for their desires, so too was Betsy. They had paneled the walls, 
carpeted the floor and installed all of then purchases to date, which included hundreds of 
rings and hooks embedded in all six surfaces of the room ceiling, walls and floors. And each 
was awaiting their first victim, which appeared to be Betsy.

Their many and varied discussion of what they would do given the opportunity gave Janice
all the incentive she needed as she walked across the room and took possession of some 
ropes and leather bands and walked back to the crumpled Betsy who was still on her knees.

But she was no longer laughing. Her eyes had followed each move Janice had made since 
entering the room And when she approached her, she held out her wrists for the bands in 
Janice’s hands. Seconds later both wrists were firmly encased in them as Janice tied one end of
the ropes to the rings m the bands.

“Come with me, Betsy, and we’ll test the strength of some of our hooks.” Thus saying Betsy
followed Janice midway across the room and with rising passions watched her thread the ends
of the ropes through hooks in the ceiling over her head. What surprised her though was the 
fact that Janice did not pull them to raise her off the floor as she had assumed she would. 
Instead when she was done Betsy’s hands were more or less level with her hard capped 
nipples.

Seeing Betsy’s puzzled look, Janice asked, “Is there a problem?”

“I… ahh no. I ahh just thought you would ahh well, suspend me.”

“Oh, have no fears, you will be suspended, but there are other considerations to take into 
account. Such as cock availability. Now give me your ankles, one at a time and I’ll get these on
them,” holding up ankle bands to erase all doubts as to what she was taking about When the 
last one was on its intended place, Keith rejoined them m the room with the things they had 
left in the living room and master bedroom. He also possessed a very full cock, as he set them 
on one of the shelves.

All except for the newly purchased, self-piercing nipple rings that he held in his hands as 
he smiled at both Janice and Betsy.

“Remember these beauties?”

Betsy gave a nervous nod. Janice laughed before bending her head to suck Betsy’s right 
nipple as Keith took care of the left one. When both were as hard as possible, Janice stood 
and took one of the nipple ring from Keith’s hand.

“Ingenious little devils, aren’t they? One each?”

Keith nodded his head and Betsy understood what was to happen next. Janice stood 
between Betsy’s right arm and her body as she opened the spring-like ring to its widest with 
her right hand. Reaching forward she pulled Betsy’s nipple with her left and aligned the needle
where pink and light brown flesh met.

“Ready or not, here it comes,” Janice said as she let the ring snap back together as the 
spring-like metal resumed it normal shape and the piercing needle slid like liquid fire through 
Betsy’s nipple and her screams filled the room. Janice heard the slight clink and knew that the 
needle was all the way through Betsy’s nipple as Betsy’s arm slammed into the hack of her 
head.

Keith had watched the entire procedure with a dribbling cock, and when Betsy calmed 
somewhat he took a similar stance as Janice had and in less than a minute Betsy was the 
proud owner of two nipple rings as the metal ends dug into her flesh and pinched her 
puckered flesh until her nipples looked like caps at the ends of her breasts.

“Hold her, Keith, and we’ll get her all set for your cock.” Keith wasn’t real sure he 
understood Janice’s words, but when he bend and picked up Betsy as if to carry her, Janice 
nodded her head and he knew he had acted as she desired. As he watched her tie ropes to 
each ankle band he began to understand her intent as he cradled Betsy in his arms.

Taking the rope attached to her left ankle, Janice stood up on a stool and threaded it 
through another ring in the ceiling, adjusting it so that Betsy’s crotch was in line with Keith’s 
cock. Then she tied off the remaining rope and stepped down from the stool and kicked is 
aside.

“Now let her down easy.”

Keith slowly bent his legs and lowered his arms until Betsy was hanging from the four 
ropes attached to her bands and as he stepped around between her legs he knew why she 
was hum at the height she was. His cock was in perfect alignment with her open pussy. The 
flawless fucking availability.

“Why don’t you give her some mouth action while I get the rest of this done?”

Keith thought his wife made amazing sense as he bent forward and took a swabbing swipe
of Betsy’s abundant discharge. Liking the taste he continued his task as he watched his wife 
move about the room.

Janice grabbed the discarded footstool and placed it beside Betsy’s hanging body. Keith’s 
eyes, and Betsy’s too, watched her cross the room to one of the shelves and take a ball of 
string from it and come back to them. As Keith drilled his tongue into Betsy’s snatch they all 
watched as Janice tied string to first one ring atop each nipple ring then the other, then stand 
up on the stool and thread them through yet two more rings in the ceiling. Several feet of 
string hung down to tickle Keith’s back as she again kicked the footstool aside and walked 
away.

When she returned that time Betsy groaned in anticipation as Keith increased his 
attentions between her legs.

With a clank, all of them heard Janice drop the weight on the floor, along with the rattle of
the connecting chain. Betsy turned her head to look at the massive weight lying on the floor 
as Janice slid the wide, leather belt around her waist and clipped it behind her back so the 
chain hung down several inches from the floor. She took a deep breath as she watched Janice 
pick up the weight and clip it to the end of the chain hanging from her leather belt.

Then slowly, as if to make her dread it more with each passing second, Janice began to 
ease her hold on the connected weight. Inch by inch Betsy’s suspended body began to hold 
the additional weigh she was forced to support until it hung, swaying at the end of her chain 
and the belt dug into her tender tummy as Keith took a good nip at her pulsating clit and she 
shattered over the edge yet again that night.

“Now fuck her, Keith. Fuck her hard while I pull her strings to keep her content.” Keith 
stood up, aimed his full cock at her dripping cunt and shoved it all the way in on the first 
stroke as he, and Betsy, watched Janice take the two hanging ends of the strings attached to 
Betsy’s nipple clamps and begin a seesawing action that pulled and released the building 
strain on Betsy’s nipples and the hanging weight made her move in midair to accompany 
Keith’s fucking actions.

Betsy was tied up in knots of lust, pain, passion and ecstasy as the couple sent her into 
overdrive. Cock pounded. Strings pulled. Weight wiggled. And all Betsy could do was come. 
And come. And come.

What a promising future she had to look forward to with them!

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CHAPTER FOUR


“Look at this, Keith!” Janice shouted at him two nights later when he walked through the door 
of their house.

Instantly on guard by the urgency in her voice, Keith made a quick sweep of the room but 
could find nothing out of place no strangers lurking in the corners, no obvious household 
catastrophes explain his wife’s outburst.

Until he finally looked at what she was holding in her hand.

A stack of envelopes.

He instantly understood that there wasn’t anything wrong. On the contrary, things were 
looking quite fantastic, especially if Janice’s expression was any indication.

“We got some responses to our ads, didn’t we?”

“Responses? We got a fucking bag full of them. And with just the ten I’ve read so far have 
my pussy soaking wet. Here,” holding one up in front of his face, “read this one!”

“Can I take my jacket off first?”

Keith really wasn’t objecting to her enthusiasm, in fact he loved it because even without 
reading the first damn word he knew that their placement of three ads in local underground 
sex tabloids had more than paid off. He gave her a smile, placed his jacket over the back of a 
chair and took the offered envelop from her outstretched hand.

“This the best one so far, I take it.”

“The best? Hell, they’re all fantastic. Well, except for one I read from a guy wanting to 
participate. That one I chucked. But I did write a very firm No’ on a paper and stuffed it in his 
return envelop. Well?”

“Well what?”

“Aren’t you going to read it?”

“No.”

“What?”

“I said, no. You are going to read them to me. After you get me a cup of coffee first. Hell, a 
man could die of thirst around here.”

But his word were in direct opposition to his actions. He drew her into his arms and gave 
her a very lusty kiss as his hands did a bit of roaming over her body. “Now get me some 
coffee,” was accompanied with a pat to her ass as he loosen his tie and sat down at the table 
while Janice poured him a cup then sat down beside him.

“So where’s all the mail? Is this all there was at the post office?”

With a smug look tossed over her shoulder, Janice reached to another chair and drug the 
grocery bag up and set it on the table.

“I guess I should have checked the box a couple of days ago. But I never thought we’d get 
so many responses to our ads. Just look at them,” she said as she dumped them across the 
table. Several slid to the floor and three onto Keith’s lap as they both began to laugh.

Wiggling his eyebrows, taking a sip of coffee, Keith leaned back and began to unbutton 
his shirt as he said, “So? You going to read to me or not?”

“Oh, I’ll read all right. And I bet old Sporty will be raring to go in short order. Listen to this 
one,” she said as she began to read the one she had shown him earlier.

“I read your ad with avid interest and would be more than grateful to place myself under 
the control of both of you. As requested: my favorite form of pain is the kind administered by 
a stiff crop, especially to my tits and ass; I love leather; adore hours of bondage especially with
leather straps/gloves/gags and so forth. About me I’m twenty-four, five-three, blond hair with 
38-27-37 measurements. And she enclosed her phone number for easier communications. 
So?”

“A very likely candidate. Keep reading, Janice, Sporty is beginning to wake up and take 
notice.”

Janice read for the next hour and forty-five minutes. Of course they did stop along the way
for old Sporty and Little Miss Muffit to have some relief, then it was back to the reading. 
Several were accompanied with photos. Some of them nude, some not. As they progressed 
through their mail, they began to separate them into categories: unacceptable, possibles, and 
down right intriguing piles of letters were soon stacked on top of the table for later attentions.

The unacceptable were quickly dispatched with very short notes and stuffed back into 
their return envelopes, as they had promised to respond to all ads. Then they tackled the 
possible pile by writing that more information was needed, and specifying exactly what those 
needs were.

The intriguing pile was set aside until after supper was over and they could give them their
fullest attentions. That pile contained seven letter and five photos, four of which showed 
abundant evidence of physical harm to the subjects. Those they studied real hard.

“You know, Janice, these responses even surpass my expectations and they are going to 
take some planning.”

“What kind of planning?”

“The planning of a schedule. We already have our previous two slaves coming back for 
return engagements with us and now we have at least seven more viable candidates to work 
with. Hell, we need a schedule just so we won’t get burnout. As appealing as all of these are,” 
motioning to the two remaining piles on the table, “old Sporty can take on only so many in a 
given amount of time, even considering your actions.”

“Okay, I’ll grant you we do need to plan some, but you’re not backing out, are you?”

“Hell no! Not in the least. But some of these will require more equipment than we have so 
far. Hell, we’ve only got a start on the stuff we want, not counting some of the things they 
mention as wanting. I’m just saying that we need to do some scheduling. Contrary to your 
wishes, I can’t perform every night at such intense levels.”

“Okay. I see your point, and we did agree that our slave wouldn’t take up all our time 
together. So, what kind of schedule do you think we can handle?”

“Well, without totally draining myself, I think that once a week, or once every other week 
should be sufficient. But in between those times you could have over the ones that don’t 
necessarily need men. Like that, what was her name? Susan? The one that wanted to be 
bound for days at a time.”

“Oh, I see what you mean. I get to have my tying up desires met and you get to fuck when 
the mood strikes. Right’”

“Right as rain. You could even use some of our toys to stuff them full while they’re bound 
for hours or days on end. Catch your interest?”

“You know damned well it does. And that doesn’t bother you?”

“Why the hell should it bother me? If I want to join in, I can. If I’m not in the mood, I can 
just watch your actions. Hell, several of them stated that fucking wasn’t really their bag 
bondage was. And bondage, my dear, is definitely your bag of tricks, now isn’t it?”

“You know damned well it is. I get so raging hot when I bind them that it’s almost scary. A 
good scary but still scary. You truly wouldn’t mind?”

“No. Not in the least. Why should I mind? Wasn’t that half of the purpose of placing the 
ads in the first place? For both of us to get our own desires?”

“You’re right, it was. So where do you want to start?”

“Well, you have two shows this weekend, so it’s out. How about Monday or Tuesday for 
someone like Susan, if it can be arranged. Then we can get one of these,” pointing to a picture
that showed Tracy Harrison’s tits black and blue from a caning, “for the following weekend 
when you don’t have any shows planned?”

“Well they did give us their phone numbers, didn’t they?”

“They sure as hell did. So?”

Janice didn’t bother answering, she just jumped up and grabbed the phone. Two rings 
later she was taking to Susan and setting plans into motion.

*

Susan Johnson arrived exactly on time Tuesday evening at the Tucker residence. She was 
also dressed as ordered to be dressed. She was naked under her knee length trench coat 
except for the mid-thigh black hose and black heels. And as specified, the moment the door 
was opened to her knock, she stepped in and let the coat drop to the floor along with herself 
as she nervously waited for her requests to become realities.

Janice and Keith gave her their full attention, and she was quite a sight. At twenty-seven 
she was past the blush of youth but she had a lot to recommend her even if she was not 
slender as Janice’s models were. She had good, full tits that still showed fading evidence that 
they liked attention. As did her even fuller hips and ass. And as they stared at her, they easily 
confirmed her statement that she shaved. She had the cutest bald snatch they had ever seen 
peaking out between her legs.

Her light brown hair was shoulder length with a natural curl. Both could see themselves 
using that hair in a variety of ways, most being as a handle to direct her where they wanted 
her to go their crotches, to be specific. But that was yet to come. She was an admitted oralist.

She had also agreed to stay for a minimum of four days. The Tuckers had plans for each of
those promised days, with room for sudden inspirations. But her basic role was that as of 
being their stimuli.

Susan had admitted that sex, to her, wasn’t all that important. Bondage was. Along with 
her oral skills and her desire to be harmed by either or both of them. Both had plans to use 
her desires for their own benefit.

The first order of business was to get her in the proper frame of mind for her extended 
stay as their live-in bondage slave. With that in mind, Janice quite calmly told her to stand up 
and turn around. Which she did without hesitation, placing her hands behind her back and 
holding away from her body.

Keith had finally bought the leather glove that Janice had wanted for some time. The kind 
that each sleeve was attached to the other making them appear like one sleeve instead of two.
Keith felt Sporty beginning to stir as Janice slowly pulled the leather up Susan’s arms behind 
her. He had to admit, it was a sight to behold. Especially when he noticed Susan’s nipples 
begin to harden with each successive tug on her arms as they became encased in the 
somewhat stiff leather until they were firmly on her arms to above her elbows.

Knowing Janice’s desire for tying up her willing victims, he wasn’t at all surprised when she 
reached for some new white ropes to wrap around the black leather. It made quite a contrast. 
Yes it did. Black and white.

Hard nipples. And two female scents filling the air was quite a combination in all three of 
their opinions.

That excitement over with Janice proceeded to step two. Leading Susan over to one of the 
over-stuffed chairs in the living room, she pressed on her shoulders until Susan got the 
message and bent over the back of the chair. It was no mistake that her ass was the highest 
part of her body.

“Spread your legs, Susan. Let us see your pussy dribble as we spank it for you.”

Keith couldn’t help but notice the quiver in Janice’s voice when she spoke. Nor could he 
any longer deny that Sporty was more than willing to get some attention. But he could wait. 
This was Janice’s moment. His, too, to an extent as he watched his wife bring her hand back 
then snap it forward to make a cracking contact with Susan’s upturned ass.

Susan moaned with the application of hand to ass. Keith and Janice smiled. Before the red 
mark on her ass had a chance to turn as bright as it could the process was repeated. And 
repeated. And repeated.

By stroke twenty Janice rubbed the sting out of her hand and walked around the chair to 
pay some attention to Susan’s hanging tits as Keith took her place behind Susan and 
continued the spanking, bringing it to a higher level of intensity with his additional strength. 
All were soon aware of his more powerful spanking.

Susan by the increased level of pain sinking into her quivering ass and them by her 
screams. But they were not screams for either of them to stop. And they didn’t. Keith pounded
away at her reddening ass as Janice kissed, sucked, pinched, pulled and prodded her hard 
capped tits until they were almost as colorful as her ass was.

When Susan’s scream changed in intensity, denoting her climax, the Tuckers quickly found 
themselves on the floor next to her feet fucking like a couple of sex starved teenagers on their
first date as she smiled and looked on through tear streaked eyes with approval at their 
actions.

That night Susan slept between them in their bed. Her arms were still encased in the 
leather gloves as she laid on her back. In fact all of her weight was on her back. Because her 
feet were tied to the top of the bed at each corner. With her feet raised over her head all, 
night all either of the Tuckers had to do was reach out a hand when the mood struck to either 
play with a dripping cunt, give her upraised ass a smack or pay attention to her warm, hard 
nippled tits when they awoke enough to realize she was between them.

All had a delightful time in bed that night.

The following morning Susan’s mouth gave both a rousing good morning suck to 
fulfillment after she had been freed from the bed.

When the Tuckers left for work that morning Susan laid hog-tied on her side at the foot of
the bed. Her arms reaching around the leg of the bed precluded any shifting of positions 
during the next hours.

Keith made an unscheduled, at least according to his office, visit home at ten o’clock. 
Releasing only the rope that connected her hands to her ankles, he rolled her over onto her 
stomach and without so much as one word spoken, he fucked her ass until he filled it with 
spurting white cream. When he was done he freed her from all restraints then placed a metal 
band around her neck with connecting chains to bands on her wrists and left.

Susan had the freedom of the house but not from the bands and chains. Keith took the 
key with him. Susan didn’t know that he placed the key on a nail in garage for Janice’s later 
arrival but she was not looking to escape in any event. She used the time to bath and rest 
while she could. Somehow she didn’t think she would be getting much sleep at the Tucker 
residence.

Janice arrived at two, took the key Keith had left and went in search of Susan. She found 
her sound asleep on the bed in the master bedroom. Before Susan’s eyes even flickered, 
Janice had her ankles surrounded with ropes. A sharp smack to her reddened ass woke her up 
and when Janice told her grab her ankles with her hands she immediately did so while Janice 
tied them together. Right hand to right ankle. Left to left. Which naturally made her ass up 
and available for Janice’s descending hand. She didn’t bother removing the neck bands and 
connecting chains.

When Janice could no longer stand the delay, she scooted under Susan’s head then let it 
fall directly onto her cunt. Susan didn’t need any explanations. She sucked like her life 
depended upon it. When Janice found her desired goal she calmly walked out of the room 
and the house and went back to work, leaving Susan tied in the opposite direction than she 
had been in the morning.

Instead of arched backwards she was now pulled forward, but she did have the option of 
rolling onto her sides if she so desired. She did desire to do so, several times. And each time 
she pulled the shit out of the ropes and chains until they were quite tight with her struggles. 
So tight that she came four times before either of the Tuckers again arrived home for more 
fun and games.

When Janice arrived home that night she freed Susan. And to show her gratitude, Susan 
brought her to three glorious climaxes before they both slipped into the shower then 
proceeded to prepare the evening meal for all three.

As the preparations continued it wasn’t difficult for their conversations to turn to how 
Susan had gotten involved into bondage and life on the wild side of the spectrum.

When Janice heard her explain her history she easily understood how Susan had 
progressed from spankings from her overbearing father, to rough sex with guys in high 
school, to bondage by college age. What did surprise Janice, to some extent, was Susan’s easy
acceptance of the life she lived Janice wasn’t complaining, she was just having trouble 
understanding why Susan could enjoy what she found so hard to endure.

But they both agreed that they were glad for the others quirks and planned to use them to
the fullest m the time allotted. Now and in the future.

*

The days that followed were more or less repeats of the first day. Susan found herself 
bound hours at a time. A fact that she relished to the utmost as the Tuckers either harmed her
more or left her to struggle in her bounds. Never had she been so happy.

Her average of once a day fuck from Keith more than met her cravings for that action, but 
what she really got hot about was the bondage. And the pain to a lesser degree, not that she 
was complaining by any stretch of the imagination.

The morning of her final day again saw her arms encased in the form fitting leather gloves 
behind her back. A ball gag, supported by a long, rectangular bar to hold it in place, was 
deeply jammed into her mouth. The edges of the wood dug into her cheek as the connecting 
leather strap dug into her neck and began to rub it raw before Janice even finished securing 
the glove.

But the glove and gag were not the entire combination that Janice had in mind. No, not at
all. She added the pulley.

Using yet more rope, Janice tied it around Susan’s wrists and threaded it through a pulley 
attached to the wall. When she was finished adjusting Susan she could definitely feel the strain
on her pulled up arms as she stood on her tiptoes.

She could turn somewhat. But she could not stand up from her bent over position. Her 
arms soon lost all feelings, except for the radiating pain that filled them. Her legs began to 
cramp from trying to stand on her toes. And her back hurt like hell.

But even through all of that there was one undisputed fact that kept her sane.

She was horny as hell and no matter how hard she tried, and she did try hard, her body 
had the audacity to climax about every thirty minutes or so which sent her to trembling, which
pulled even more on her arms, which made her suck on the gag and pull it even deeper into 
her flesh and which made her legs almost give up support of her bent body.

And when both Keith and Janice came home for lunch and proceed to whip the shit out of
her ass and hanging tits she thought she would go out of her mind with lust. She came with 
almost each stroke landing on her exhausted, overtaxed, climaxing body.

Keith let the rope slide through the pulley and Susan more or less melted onto the floor 
where Janice was waiting for her. Susan, the instant the gag was removed, was so damned 
eager to sink her mouth into Janice’s cunt she hardly even felt Keith drill her ass as the three 
of them slithered and shook their way across the floor.

When they untangled themselves, the Tuckers showered and left with orders for Susan to 
be got upon their return after work.

She was.

But she left a note on the kitchen table stating in unequivocal terms that she was more 
than willing to undergo a repeat performance whenever the Tuckers so desired her return.

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CHAPTER FIVE


Three months after Janice’s remarks that they needed their own slave they finally finished all 
the alterations to the spare bedroom that they had planned to make. At least until they 
thought of something else to incorporate.

The one item that Keith was dying to try out was what he smilingly called the Xcitement 
rack.

The basic shape of the Xcitement was an X attached to supporting board at the top and 
the bottom that allowed the X to be freestanding. It could be braced against a wall if he so 
desired, but he had made it freestanding on purpose. The purpose being that he could walk 
around it when he, or Janice, wanted to get at all parts of whomever would be bound to it.

Both he and Janice envisioned a lovely gal tied to it. Bound and helpless as the assaulted 
her body from all angles with whatever they chose to use, be it whips, canes or Keith’s desire 
to cut with swords, knives or sabers. Even with all the various women who had visited them 
over the months, Keith still wanted to literally cut, slice and tear the clothes off a bound victim.

The Xcitement rack would be perfect for that purpose. Just looking at made him hard as 
he envisioned how he would use it given the opportunity. But they had yet to find a willing 
victim.

Over the course of months they had spanked asses until their hands were almost swollen. 
Had whipped tits, asses and even one cunt with crops, whips and canes. Keith’s cock had been
in so many asses, cunts and mouths he was beginning to loose track of the number. And still 
the Xcitement rack was not used to fulfill his recurring dream.

Three slaves had allowed themselves to be bound to the rack. Had screamed as whips 
flayed their flesh. But the instant he reached for sword or saber they demandingly refused, 
even after he explained that he didn’t want to cut flesh. They simply didn’t trust him enough 
not to loose control with such a weapon in his hand. A weapon that could bring instant death.

Keith and Janice had to respect their victims’ requests, no matter their personal desires. 
After all both truly wanted willing victims. It added grandiosely to the appeal, to the power 
they both craved. Yes, they could have done it without approval and the gals would really 
have no say in the matter. Especially if they were already bound to the Xcitement rack.

But that was not what they wanted.

They wanted the slave’s approval of their actions. It intensified their reactions. Made their 
lusts soar. Their passions climb. Neither bother to examine that fact, but accept it they did as 
they patiently waited for the right slave to come along.

The letter from Ingrid Fichman seemed to be the answer.

Her letter arrived some three and a half months after their first ad appeared in the 
magazines and papers. She was quick to explain that she had been out of town, in fact out of 
the country, on a two month cruise on a private sailing vessel. The ten man crew had sailed 
the Caribbean, going from island to island as they sampled her body along the way.

Ingrid even sent several snapshots of her during that time frame. Pictures showing her 
bound to the main mast of the ship as the crew put her through her paces of bondage and 
pain. Draped over bulkheads. Tied to tables, stairways and door frames. Her tits had been 
bound in stringent ropes, metal rings and thin wires. And the color pictures showed ample 
evidence of some of the abuses she had undergone.

The pictures, along with her letter describing in detail all that she loved to have done to 
her, made her an unmistakable possibility. Her one, and only, stipulation was that she get to 
know them before things progressed to a high level of pain. A chance to become comfortable 
with them.

They readily agreed to that arrangement and Ingrid was scheduled to visit the following 
weekend for a trial basis.

*

Ingrid was not the bashful type. They recognized that right off the bat as she strolled into 
their house, dropped her bag, tossed off her coat and before the first word was spoken was 
unbuttoning her blouse and it was hanging from her fingertips as she smiled at them.

“I’ve been so excited to meet you two I can hardly wait to begin. I’ve never had a husband 
and wife team up on me before. What’s first on the agenda?”

By the end of her speech Ingrid was undressed down to her bra and panties, both of which
had strategically cut holes in them allowing nipples and the slit of her cunt to be seen as Keith
and Janice watched on in amazement. Always, in the past, their slaves had been the quite, 
reserved, withdrawn type. Not so Ingrid.

She obviously knew what she wanted and set out to find fulfillment and that fact unsettled
them. Weren’t they supposed to be in control?

“Oh,” Ingrid informed them with a slight smile, “I see that I’m a first for you. You’ve always 
had the meek, submissive type haven’t you? Well, don’t let that bother you. I can scream, 
cringe and wreath with the best of them. I truly can. But I see no sense in hiding what I want 
too. After all, I have needs just the same as you two. So?”

With that pause, Keith finally found his voice. “You have to admit, it does take a minute or 
two to get over the shock. As you’ve guessed, you are different than we’re used to. Not an 
unpleasant difference, but different none the less. Why don’t you take those off, too? And we 
can get onto the agenda, as you phrased it.”

Ingrid smiled, unsnapped her bra and slid her panties down her legs and stepped out 
them. Using her toes, she picked up her panties then bent over with one hand and took them.

“Would you like these?” she asked as she held both bra and panties in her hands, offering 
them to the Tuckers as she waited to proceed with the evening’s entertainment.

Janice stepped forward and took them from her hands and set them on a nearby table 
where she exchanged them for some ropes. Turning back to Ingrid she couldn’t help but see 
her smile as she asked, “In front of me or behind?”

“In front. We’ll want access to all of your body, Ingrid, as we tie your hands over your head 
later.” Ingrid smiled as she held her hands, palms up in front of her, as Janice efficiently bound
them in the ropes, leaving ample hanging down for later attachment to whatever would hold 
them over her head.

“But before we start there are a few questions we want to ask you,” Janice told her as she 
used the ropes to lead Ingrid over to the couch. Placing her between them, the three of them 
sat.

“What kind of questions?”

“Curiosity ones,” Keith informed her as he reached up and caressed her breast with his 
hand.

“Oh, that nice. I love attention to my tits. Ask away. I’m totally at your disposal.”

Keith was getting use to her by then and found that he liked her difference. And when he 
tightened his hold on her nipple, squeezing it quite harshly, and she responded by arching 
forward, he began to like her difference. It added a new twist to things. “You stated that you 
had to be able to trust us before allowing certain things.”

“I did,” she interrupted and pressed more tit flesh into his hand silently begging for more 
attention.

“Just how are we to show this to you? How do we gain your trust?”

“You’re starting to already.”

“Huh?”

“It really isn’t all that difficult. I believe myself a good judge of people and I knew right 
away that you two can be trusted. At least to an extent. It’s in your eyes. The way you act and 
your obvious concerns. Basically most people are. I just have to watch out for the few weirdos.
I make no secret that I enjoy pain and bondage, but it can lead to harrowing experiences with 
the wrong people or with the wrong circumstances. I’ve learned, from experience, that not 
everyone is reliable. Any more questions?”

“Yes,” came from Janice, “what’s to keep us from doing more than you want done to you? 
If you have these concerns, and I can see why you would, how do you protect yourself? You 
came here with the understanding that we would harm you. What’s to stop us?”

“Jeremy.”

“Jeremy?”

“Yes, Jeremy. He’s my current master and protector.”

“And how can he protect you now?”

“With the gun he has.”

“What gun? Where?”

“He is outside your house, no doubt matching at this moment. No,” she said as Keith 
started to get up, “don’t look for him. If he doesn’t want to be seen, you will not see him. As I 
said, he protects me from things getting out of hand. And more questions?”

They did, but they did voice them, at least about Jeremy anyway.

“So, what is permissible while you get to know us,” Keith asked as he saw Janice finally 
reach for her other breast and begin manipulating it in a variety of shapes and forms as she 
pressed it across Ingrid’s chest and between her fingers.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Spanking ass, whipping tits and general good times,” Janice said with a smile that Ingrid 
returned.

“Here? Or do you have a playroom at our disposal for good times?”

Ingrid wasn’t the least put out by the Tuckers. It was obvious that they were new to the 
game and still testing the waters, as it appeared. She knew they had dreams and aspirations, 
but she was assured that they would never go beyond her established limits. Especially with 
the threat of Jeremy lingering in the back of their minds.

Of course there was no Jeremy. Never had been. But it was good ploy on her part. It gave 
her the reserve insurance she felt she needed when placing herself at others disposal for 
everyone’s mutual benefit. The story of Jeremy had only failed her once and it had taken some
very quick thinking on her part to get out of that one. But she had no such fears with the 
Tuckers.

They appeared quite manageable and eager to have her return. She knew that she would 
be returning. If for no other reason than to have her clothes literally cut off her body by a 
sword. That would be a new experience for her, too. But first came the night of getting 
acquainted, and they were off to a good start as she felt them treating her tits to some good 
starting attention.

“Come along,” Janice said as she used the ropes to pull Ingrid off the couch and the three 
of them headed down the hallway. “The playroom is just down here and we can get started.”

Ingrid was impressed with the room and wasn’t shy about stating it either. “Oh, wow! Look
at all this stuff! You two must have spent a fortune on this.”

Janice lead her to the center of the room and as she threaded the ropes through an 
overhead pulley Ingrid had ample time to look around at the items on display. She easily 
decided that the X framed device across the room was homemade but of very sturdy 
construction. As were other devices like the wooden chair that had strategically placed bands 
for attaching wrists and ankles to it. The variety of whips, canes, and damps all looked store 
bought and appealing. So did most of the leather items, from gloves to clothing for both of 
them.

Yes, quite a collection for novices, she thought, as she turned her attention back to Janice 
and Keith who were getting things ready. As she stood there, with her hands high above her 
head they changed into their costumes.

Janice into leather skirt, black stocking, and heels looked quite fetching. As did Keith in 
black pants, shirt and shoes. Ingrid enjoyed costumes and quickly came to the conclusion that 
so did the Tuckers. But when both of them picked up a short whips and turned to her the 
thought of costumes easily fled her mind. She had more important matters to contemplate.

Suck as, where would they strike first?

As she always did with new people, Ingrid tried to guess. Watching their eyes travel over 
her naked body and the way they each held their weapons, Ingrid guessed that Keith’s first 
blow would be to her hard capped tits and Janice’s would be to her trembling ass cheeks. Less
than a minute later, without so much as another word spoken, she was proven right as the 
sound of leather striking her filled the room.

“Ooohhhhh… yeeesssssss. Wakke uppp my nerves.”

They had every intention of doing just that. The short, flexible whips came to her again. 
They landed on tits, ass, hips, back, legs and tummy as she gave the appropriate responses of 
groans, moans and muffled screams as she twisted in front of them for a good twenty 
minutes.

Fingers, hands and mouths roamed over her heated flesh erasing some of the sting of the 
whips when Janice finally stopped and began to wrap rope around Ingrid’s hips just above her
cunt slit, then exchanged the ropes in the overhead pulley.

With her hands lowered Ingrid rubbed more sting out of her tits as Janice pulled up a 
wooden table and placed it in front of her.

Janice jumped up on the table, spread her legs to the sides and reached for Ingrid’s head, 
pulling it to her snatch. As the rope around her hips held her body in place she felt Keith come
behind her. She smiled as she flicked out her tongue and took her first taste of Janice and 
gave it a good vibrating moan as Keith began to work his cock up her dripping cunt to their 
mutual delight.

Ingrid shouted, “Ffffuuuckk mmmmeeeeeee,” into Janice’s cunt and began to lick, suck 
and nibble on her offerings as she tried to get Keith deeper inside her as his hands dug into 
her whipped ass and hips. Yes sir, there was quite a bit to recommend a husband and wife 
team. She got the best of both worlds as she shattered from one climax to the next until the 
Tuckers finally joined her and filled her from both ends.

*

“So tell me, Keith, what exactly do you envision for my next visit?”

“You’re willing?”

“I am. So tell me.”

It was about two hours later. The three of them were drinking coffee in the kitchen after 
some very satisfying sex in the playroom.

Keith looked over the rim of his cup at the still naked Ingrid across the table from him. He 
could see the vivid marks on her tits and knew that the table hid the marks that coveted her 
lower body. She had taken all they gave her. Taken it with screams of joy and encouragement. 
She was quite a gal, he decided as he tried to put into words his recurring dream.

“What do I want? I want the illusion of an unwilling victim. She’ll scream, scratch and try to 
get away as we bind her to the rack, but deep down we all know she’s as willing as hell as she 
is bound and I cut off her clothes and I whip her body to flaming colors. And naturally I’ll fuck 
her, too. Why, you interested?”

“I am. How do you capture her? How do you get her here in your clutches?”

“I don’t know. Sheer luck I suppose. Why?”

“Curious. Do you see yourself dragging her off the streets and pulling her in here?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’ve never really planned it that well. Why, do you have an idea?”

“I might. Well, I’d better get going. It’s late. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“More than okay.”

After a shower she left and Keith and Janice had another cup of coffee then they too 
showered and went to bed.

Ten minutes after they turned off the light they heard the doorbell ring.

“Shit,” came from Keith as he tore off the sheet and grabbed his pants. “Who the hell 
could that be?” He turned on the light and headed out of the room. Janice followed as she 
tossed on a robe.

“I’m coming for Christ’s sake,” she heard him say as the lights in the living room came on. 
Stopping at the end of the hallway, Janice watched him jerk open the door. “What the hell ” 
Peaking around the edge of the door Janice saw Ingrid. A different Ingrid than had left earlier. 
No longer was she dressed in the elegant clothes she had left in. They had been replaced by 
an old white shirt that looked like it had seen better days and jeans that looked like they had 
made the trip from California to New York tied to the bumper of the car. There were more 
holes in them than there was material, showing ample pink flesh peaking through each tear 
and raveled opening.

“I’m sorry to disturb you so late, but my car broke down, sir, and I was wondering if I could
use your phone to call a garage.”

Janice smiled and instantly understood why Ingrid had returned. It was time to play Keith’s
fantasy. But by the puzzled look on his face, he didn’t understand what was going on.

“Well, of course you can use our phone,” Janice said as she walked into the living room 
and stood next to Keith. Wrapping her arm around his waist, she added, “But you’ll have to 
use the phone in our bedroom. This one is broken, miss.”

“Oh, thank you. You both are so kind. You don’t know how scared I was. You know, walking
up to a strange house in the middle of the night.”

“Perfectly understandable. It’s right down there.” She pointed down the hallway. She 
smiled up at Keith and saw that he still didn’t understand why they were pretending to be 
strangers.

Ingrid took a step past them as Janice whispered, “Fantasy time, Keith,” removed her arm 
from around his waist and began to follow Ingrid down the hallway as Keith finally smiled in 
sudden understanding and began to follow the two women.

Playing her part well, Ingrid walked to the master bedroom which had the light on. But she
didn’t make it inside as Janice took her arm and lead her farther down the hall. “The phone is 
in the last room.”

Of course all of them knew the last room was the playroom they had all recently left, but 
Ingrid played along with the deception and allowed herself to be taken to it.

When Janice opened the door and flipped on the light, Ingrid let out a blood curdling 
scream in mock horror at what she saw. But she wasn’t given a chance to flee as both Keith 
and Janice grabbed an arm each and pulled her in the room, shutting the door with a slam 
behind them.

Janice and Ingrid tried to play out his fantasy to the hilt. Ingrid screamed, twisted, clawed, 
jerked and kicked at them. All to no effect as they struggled successfully to get ropes around 
her wrists and drug her over to the Xcitement, as Janice tried to suppress her smiles at their 
actions.

Keith pressed his body into hers as he raised her hand for Janice to tie to the end of the 
board. Ingrid kicked his shin, bit his shoulder and slapped his face as Janice tied off her left 
hand then crossed behind the X and reached for her right.

Ingrid screamed out every derogatory word in her vocabulary as her final wrist was 
secured to the board. She again kicked Keith in the thigh, being very careful that she didn’t hit
a vital spot as the ropes cut into her wrists. Keith pressed his entire weight into her left leg as 
Janice bent down, grabbed her kicking right foot and wrapped it in rope then bound it to the 
bottom of the X. When Ingrid’s last ankle was bound to the Xcitement they both stood back 
and smiled as she continued to shout out vile warnings if she wasn’t released immediately. But
by then even Keith understood the scene and calmly walked out of the room to dress for the 
part he had envisioned himself playing.

“I think you surprised him, Ingrid.”

“But not you. You understood instantly, didn’t you,” she asked as she calmly stood tied to 
the wooden frame and looked at Janice.

“Yes. But then women have minds that are more devious, don’t we?”

“We sure do. What’s your part in all of this anyway?”

“No much. It’s Keith’s dream. But I did get to do the tying.”

“I noticed that. Do you do all the tying in these games, Janice?”

“Yes. That’s my trill. Any objections?”

“No. None. To each their own, I always say. But you’re not going to leave are you?”

“Not on your life. I like to see dreams become reality. I’m sure I won’t be left out in the 
cold though.” Pausing to listen, they heard Keith heading back. “Keep up the insults, Ingrid. Be
a veritable bitch.”

Janice stepped back as Keith entered the room. He was again dressed entirely in black. 
Black pants, shoes and shirt, but he had added a black hood too. Janice didn’t know about 
that part of his dream, but she smiled at it as she backed up until she was standing in front of 
the table she had laid on earlier as Ingrid brought her to climax. Slipping her robe off her 
shoulders she again slid up on the table to watch.

“You’d better let me go, you bastard. I’ll call the cops and have your ass in jail so damned 
fast your head’ll spin.”

“That’s possible. But then first you have to get away, don’t you?” Keith asked as he walked 
over to the wall and took down the razor sharp sword and approached the seemingly 
frightened Ingrid bound to the Xcitement rack.

Across the room Janice watched the play unfold. Ingrid screamed, yelled and threatened 
with everything she could think of as Keith slowly and meticulously began to slice off her 
clothes.

Starting with a large hole in her jeans, he sliced down until each leg of her jeans was in 
strips. The only part holding them on her was the waist band.

Bending down in front of her he slowly, with infinite care, slid the sword between her legs. 
And with a jarring tug, split the thick crotch of her pants. Then, with a smile, he placed the 
sword between his teeth, looking like anyone’s vision of a dastardly pirate, he brought his 
hands to the remaining zipper and snap and undid them.

Ingrid pressed her ass against the center of the X in a desperate attempt to hold the 
tattered remains of her pants to her. It was a useless effort to be sure. Keith took the sword 
from his mouth and stood up. Pressing the point to her navel, he said, “Let them fall.”

Ingrid have a good shiver and tipped her cunt toward him and the pants slithered to her 
feet as Keith smiled, bent over, picked them up and tossed them to Janice. “Now for your 
blouse.”

Using just the very tip of the sword Keith slowly cut the threads holding the buttons to her
blouse. One after the other fell victim to the blade as Ingrid continued to scream her threats 
and pleas to no avail.

Keith eased the tip of the sword at the juncture of the parting blouse and slid the blunt 
end across her nipple as he pressed the point into the fabric just under the seam of the 
armpit. Then with a quick move cut the blouse from armpit to tail as Ingrid kept up her tirade. 
He repeated the process under her other arm until the blouse laid beside both of her heaving 
breasts. Janice watched him step away, hang the sword back on the wall and take down the 
short multi stranded whip as her fingers began to dig into her wet snatch at the action she 
was witnessing. Her fingers sank in deep as Keith began to whip Ingrid from breasts to 
kneecaps as her screams changed from taunting to arousal.

He grabbed her hair, forcing her head back as he flicked the whip across her pleading tits. 
Janice saw Ingrid’s eyes flick over to her, then back to Keith as if know she was trilling them 
both with her actions and words.

She was.

Oh, was she ever the excellent actress as both of the Tuckers tried desperately to hold off 
their responses for just a bit longer. To savor them. To wallow in the feelings just a few minutes
longer.

But it was a futile battle they were waging as Keith finally unzipped his pants and sank his 
near to bursting cock up her sucking cunt as Janice’s fingers and the action across the way 
sent her over the top again and again. Then Ingrid and Keith’s moans joined hers to the 
logical consummation.

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CHAPTER SIX


“Stop! Pull Over!” Janice almost screamed as they were driving down the road.

“What? What is it?” Keith asked as he automatically began to break at her words, even if 
he didn’t know why.

As the car edged toward the side of the road, Janice said, “That junk yard, did you see it?”

“Well, yea, but what about it? What’s so great about a junk yard?”

“Just back up and pull in. I think I saw something.”

Keith pulled the rest of the way off the road and began to back up until he could pull into 
the entrance of the junk yard that seemed, for some reason, to capture Janice’s attention. But 
as he began to look at the accumulated junk piled around in assorted heaps he began to 
smile. Janice was the one with the avid imagination and he was suddenly quite certain that she
had spied something to use in the playroom, even if he didn’t notice anything of such nature.

Pulling into the small area that served as the parking lot of the junk yard, Keith parked the 
car. “So? What is that had captured your attention this time?”

“That,” came her response as she pointed at a pile of metal, mostly huge industrial gears, 
rusty metal posts and an odd assortment of twisted metal all leaning against each other in a 
jumbled mass of multiple colors. The most prominent being the reddish color of rust.

“That? What that? All I see is a jumble of twisted metal, most of which is rusted too damn 
much for any use.”

Becoming somewhat irritated that Keith didn’t see what was to her obvious, she let a sigh 
of frustration escape her as she pointed at the huge metal gear. “That. The huge gear. The one
with the large gear teeth.” Seeing him still look, she added, “There at the side of the pile right 
by the thing that looks like a distorted chair. See it?”

Keith finally brought his eyes to the area she was describing. But he still didn’t know why it
seemed so important to her. To him it looked like an old, discarded, slightly rusted gear, that 
for the life of him he could see nothing in it to cause such excitement. But Janice was excited 
about her find.

Getting out of the car they both walked to the pile of rubble and shortly were standing 
next to the huge gear that rested on its side at the bottom of the pile of metal.

“Yesss. Oh, yesss,” came from the even more excited Janice as Keith looked at her in 
wonder.

“Okay, I give. What is so fascinating about a rusty gear? What is going on in that mind of 
yours, Janice?”

“The gear.”

“I know it’s the gear. But is so special about a rusty gear. How will we use it? And what in 
the hell for?”

“Calm down, Keith. Now, picture in your mind that gear all cleaned up and shinning. Each 
long toothed gear sharpened to a razor-like edge. Through the center of its hole picture a 
peddling device, something like a bicycle peddle. What does that bring to mind?”

“A spinning wheel. A huge, ugly spinning wheel.”

“Really, Keith. Don’t you have any imagination? You were the one to make us of the clips 
and clamps found in any hardware store. Can’t you picture this as a very inventive toy of 
intense pain?”

“Pain? How in the world can a damned gear cause pain?”

“Look at its size. Now picture the peddles poking through the hole in the middle of it. Got 
the picture?”

“Yea. But what am I suppose to imagine after that? I can’t see you getting all excited about
being able to peddle a stupid gear.”

“Hang in there. Still got the picture of the peddling gear in your mind?” She waited for his 
nod. “Okay, now picture a woman, a naked woman, bound to something, like a post or 
something, and being forced to push the peddles of the gear. And depending on her leg 
length, just where can you see those gears rubbing, digging and pressing into? Her cunt 
perhaps? Can’t you picture her peddling one way to go from ass to clit, then changing 
directions and going from clit to asshole?”

Keith gave his wife a beautiful smile. Oh, yea. He sure as hell could picture that. Sharp 
gears digging into soft pussy tissue, urged on by a whip or a crop as he forced some beautiful
victim to peddle fast or slow. He could almost see her pussy splitting by the width of the gear, 
tearing into delicate tissue and making a pussy weep with pain/passion.

And to then fuck that heated up pussy! Oh, yea, he had no problems envisioning any 
more. Maybe they could even find a bicycle in the junk yard and begin construction that day.

With both of them investigating the jumbled piles of refuge in the junk yard they both 
began using their imaginations and were surprised at the number of very unusual and 
interesting items they had to choose from. It was some two hours later that they were trying 
to fit all of it into the car. The trunk was full, as was the back seat. Janice even held a few of the
smaller items on her lap as they drove back to their house.

By the time they unloaded the car and carried most of the items to the basement for 
cleaning, it was time for dinner and to prepare for Barbara Upton’s visit that evening.

Barbara had made two other visits to their home since her original one after the fashion 
show of six months ago and the three of them had formed close attachments to each other. 
Barbara was more than a willing victim in their games of pain, she was a friend.

She was more than willing to make return visits. Even her casual friends began to notice 
her increased popularity. A popularity brought about by Janice’s recommendations and of her
including Barbara in most, if not all, of her fashion shows. Barbara knew where her bread was 
buttered and had absolutely no objections about how the buttering was done.

She felt save with the Tuckers and they went a long way in relieving her own frustrations in
that department.

And they never asked more than she was willing to give. Even if she, and they, noticed that
on each successive visit, they asked more and more of her. She had noticed the changes made
to their home, she would have been blind not to. But they didn’t go beyond her limits. But 
those limits were being expanded with each visit.

When she entered their home that night, she quickly began to disrobe in a slow, seductive 
manner that all of them enjoyed.

As other models, Barbara was a bit of an exhibitionist and the Tuckers were a very 
appreciative audience of two. It didn’t lessen her feelings in the least as she saw Keith’s cock 
begin to swell or to smell Janice’s female scent begin filling the air, either.

Keith and Janice would request a certain pose for her to assume, which she did without the
slightest hesitation as she spread her legs, or raised her arms, or pried her ass cheeks apart so 
they could see and appreciate various parts of her body that was still encased in a black garter
belt, black hose and high heels.

Ten, or so, minutes later the three of them were heading to the playroom and the real fun 
of the evening.

Janice, as always, took immediate control of the scene as she led Barbara over to one side 
of the room. Then, before Barbara could guess her intent, she found herself with her arms 
being pulled behind her back and the stiff, double sleeved glove being slid up both of her 
arms. Quickly it was over both elbows and Janice was beginning to zip up the zipper.

Barbara felt her arms coming closer and closer together behind her back. Her shoulder 
blades almost touched when Janice let go of the zipper at the top of the glove. And when she 
then began to wrap ropes around the glove at wrists and above elbows, her shoulder blades 
did touch as she glanced down to see her pushed forward breasts.

What a sight they were. Hard nipples jutting out of her full tits as her shoulders were 
pulled painfully behind her. Her breasts stood up full and firm in her position, but before she 
could comment on them, Janice was forcing a balled gag into her mouth. The fat: leather dug 
into her cheeks and the connecting strap began to pull a few pieced of her as Janice buckled it
behind her.

But Janice’s actions didn’t scare her. In fact they made her even hornier than she already 
was. All three of them knew she was an avid bondage lover and saw no reason not to put that 
fact to use.

With the glove firmly holding her arms and the gag in her mouth she felt Janice kneel 
behind her and begin to apply pressure against the outsides of her ankles and she rightly 
assumed that Janice wanted her feet together. She complied with the unspoken request and 
Janice picked up another strand of rope and began to tie her ankles together.

Barbara was in a precarious position. Feet bound together made her somewhat unstable. 
But the addition of the glove made her body arch and made standing difficult. Not impossible,
but difficult never the less. But when she felt even more rope caressing her lower back and 
arched ass she began to get specious of Janice’s actions.

She felt the rope being tied to the rope around her wrists and as the shadows moved 
across the floor in front of her, her body gave a shiver. The shadows showed Janice taking the 
other end of the rope attached to her wrists to an overhead pulley and knew that soon all 
would be attached.

Threading the rope through the pulley Janice began to slowly pull on her end of the rope, 
making Barbara’s bound wrists raise toward the ceiling. Slowly her body bent at the waist as 
her hands went higher and higher behind her until she was bent almost double, tits hanging 
down, arms up behind her.

Barbara would have felt more secure if her feet had been free to retain better balance. But 
with Janice standing by her she knew that she wouldn’t let her slip and wrench her arms out of
their sockets.

So she took a calming breath around the gag and remained in the prescribed position as 
Keith made his first move toward her since entering the room.

She had learned since her very first visit to the Tuckers that Janice was the one to do the 
tying. Knew that it made her hotter than hell and wasn’t at all surprised to smell her increased 
scent filling the playroom as Keith stood beside her with a flared headed crop in his hand.

Barbara swallowed some excess saliva, closed her eyes in anticipation of the pain to soon 
come her way and waited for Keith to begin to whip her. She knew that before the night was 
over he would whip her ass and her tits, but with her eyes closed she had to guess at his initial
target.

She didn’t have a long wait as the flared end of the crop smashed into her arched back 
and garter framed ass cheeks with a resounding crack that split the silence of the room as she 
felt Janice’s free hand take possession of one of her hanging tits and give it a hefty squeeze in 
time with Keith’s crop strokes.

The crop landed on her right ass cheek. Janice pinched her right nipple. Then left ass 
cheek and left nipple, as they worked as a team to bring her closer and closer to her ultimate 
climax. Neither were overly vicious, but they weren’t exceptionally gentle either as her blood 
began to heat up.

Her ass was a consistent rosy glow of red and her hanging tits were anything but ignored 
as she felt her clit give its first quivering shutter of lust as in the back of her mind she wished 
that her feet were not bound so she could spread her legs and get some attention exactly 
where she needed it at the moment.

But the Tuckers had it all planned out. And were in no hurry to end the joys they were 
enjoying.

Janice kept control of the end of the rope and whenever the mood struck she would pull 
on it, raising Barbara’s arms even more as her other hand continued to work away at her tits. 
She knew Barbara loved attention to her full tits and she loved giving it with each twist, pinch, 
pull or jab as she sawed the rope back and forth through the pulley to keep her own reactions
at a high level of intensity.

Keith, too, was enjoying their combined actions. He had long ago relinquished the binding
of willing victims to his wife. But his forte was in the administrating of pain. Each crack of the 
flared crop to Barbara’s tucked up ass made his cock lurch with lust. Each muffled moan of her
gagged mouth made him strike her a bit harder until her ass was much more than just red.

It was red, purple and even faint lines of a purplish-black. There were wide marks from the 
flared head and longer slender ones where he had used the length of the crop to her 
twitching, quivering ass cheeks and he knew that soon he would be sinking his near to 
bursting cock up the center of all that color soon. But not quite yet…

Barbara was in a dither of mixed emotions. A familiar dither caused by her reactions to 
being harmed. It never seemed to make sense to her that her body actually enjoyed being 
harmed, even if she had long ago accepted that fact of life.

Here she was bend over at her waist, tied in ropes and leather as her ass and her tits were 
attacked with pain and all she could do was silently plead that it never end. Each cracking of 
the crop to her ass, each pull, twist, jerk or pinch to her hanging breasts brought her closer 
and closer to the shattering climax her body was trembling reaching for with ever ounce of 
her being, and then suddenly…

She was coming. Her entire body was shaking, quivering with so strong a climax it was 
almost scary but she enjoyed each and every shiver, shake, and twitch that she was going 
through. She shook her body, trying to encourage the Tuckers to do it some more. They 
complied.

Janice let the rope slip through her hand as she brought both of them to Barbara’s full, hot
hanging tits. She dug fingers into yielding flesh. She pinched them. Poked them. Twisted, 
shook and squeezed them until she was certain that they would become dislodged from 
Barbara’s body. Then it became too much.

Reaching up with two shaking hands, she unbuckled the gag strap from around her head 
and jerked the ball out of Barbara’s mouth. A second later she yelled, “Now!” to Keith and they
were lowering Barbara to the floor. When her knees touched the floor Janice grabbed her 
head and slammed it into her spread cunt as she sat on the floor with her legs widely spread.

Keith, kneeling behind her, used his hands on her hips to stead her. Then bringing his 
thumbs to her ass crack began to pull her ass cheeks apart as his began squirming between 
them. Five seconds later his cock was buried deeply between her flaming colorful cheeks and 
he was screwing her with every ounce of his strength as Barbara attended to his wife’s cunt 
with her mouth.

With Keith’s hands on her hips and Janice’s pressed against her shoulders, Barbara was in a
sturdy enough position to relish all that was happening to her. And to them.

With a cock reaming away at her bruised and hot ass Barbara’s body didn’t even bother to
pause between each shattering climax it was going through. And if that weren’t enough, she 
had her face buried in one of the most active, leaking, mouth filling cunts she had ever 
encountered as she brushed her abused tits back and forth across the floor and Janice’s legs.

There was no way Barbara could do anything but come with the multiple stimulation she 
was receiving. Keith’s cock up her whipped ass. The still ever present pain that encompassed 
her body. And sucking cunt that was threatening to drowned her with it over abundant, 
squirting discharges.

*

Gaining control over her body again, Janice was more than eager to continue the night’s 
activities.

With Keith’s cooperation they got Barbara up on her knees. No longer needing her feet to 
support her, Barbara’s legs naturally spread ankles together underneath her and knees spread 
wide. Just as Janice wanted her to be as she picked up yet more rope and leaned toward her 
willing victim.

Quickly making a slip knot at the end of one rope Janice slipped it over Barbara’s full and 
slightly colorful left tit and began to slid the knot through itself until her breast began to 
swallow the rope near her chest. Tighter and tighter she pulled the free end of the rope until 
Barbara’s tit was quite compressed near her chest wall and the rest stood out very bloated as 
she wrapped in several loops.

Barbara took short, shallow breaths as Janice likewise bound her other tit until both were 
cut away from her chest by the wrapped, pinching ropes. She finally gave her first moan as 
Janice tied the two ends of the ropes together in the center of her chest, pulling both tits until
they pressed together making an unbelievable amount of cleavage, then placing a knot to 
hold them in place.

Finally adjusting somewhat to the pain, Barbara finally looked at her rope bound tits and 
noticed that her nipples were a scant three inches apart instead of the usual nine or ten. She 
also couldn’t help but notice that both nipples were rock hard and pulsating with a life of their
own as Janice crawled behind her.

Tipping her head over her shoulder she watched as Janice used the rope still attached to 
her bound wrist and began pulling her hands toward her feet. Back and back her shoulders 
and head went as the rope got shorter and shorter behind her until her still gloved arms 
precluded any more movement.

Her body slopping backward from crotch to head, wrists bound to her ankles and her 
breasts bound up in yards of rope, Janice was quite pleased with how Barbara looked. But she 
was far from finished as her eyes bored into her bound tits and spread cunt which she had 
plans for.

Easing herself back in front of Barbara, Janice got on her hands and knees then lowered 
her face to Barbara’s opened cunt and took her first taste of the night. Delightful. And took 
another as she heard Keith moving around behind her.

Raising up on her hands again she looked over her shoulder at her husband and wasn’t at 
all surprised to see good old Sporty raring to go for another round of fun and games. Seeing 
the crop again in his hand she smiled.

“Whip her tits and fuck me, Keith. Let’s see if we can all come for another round of 
squirting cream.” That said and seeing his corresponding smile of understanding, Janice again 
brought her mouth to the treat before her and began to lick, suck, nibble at the offered 
treasures Barbara was freely offering her.

Janice felt the heat of Keith’s cock coming toward her own spread legs and felt the tip take
a plunge down her well oiled track. It slid back and forth from clit to asshole, stimulating both 
as she dug her tongue in even deeper in Barbara’s leaking cunt. And as her tongue did battle 
with Barbara’s twitching clit she felt Keith finally decide on which opening of hers he wanted.

His cock sank, with one firm and strong stroke, up her more than willing ass as she heard 
the first cracking of the crop landing on Barbara’s bound tits. Barbara screamed in pain, but 
Janice quickly added lust as her mouth was suddenly filled to overflowing with her cream and 
she sucked up a mouthful before raising her head to tell Keith to keep whipping her tits.

He was more than willing to do so. He had had no problems with Janice’s ordering of 
events and doing was much, much better than envisioning. It was out of this world. To fuck ass
while whipping bound tits was more stimulating than he had ever thought it would be as with 
each stroke landed Barbara screamed and from the slurping sounds his wife was making, she 
was coming with each blow, too.

Then all three of them were past the stage of any coherent thought. They were just 
reacting. Keith’s cock was exploding up Janice’s pulling ass. His hand reined down blow after 
blow to Barbara’s bound tits as Janice sucked each squirting discharge from between her legs 
until slowly all three of them slithered to the floor in a mass of heated, sated flesh.

Sated, at least for the moment.

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CHAPTER SEVEN


It was a lot of work cleaning up, polishing, painting and refurbishing the many items they had 
bought from the junk yard, from yard sales and out of the way shops, but as piece after piece 
began to shine with their efforts neither Keith nor Janice bemoaned the work involved as their
playroom began to fill up to capacity. And beyond.

Unfortunately their professional lives began to take more and more of their time. With 
their sexual frustrations being totally eliminated they were more and more productive at their 
respective jobs.

Janice had been so successful, with her personal life now in her utter control, that all of her
drive, imagination and skills could be directed at her work that others began to notice the 
changes in her. No task was too much for her to handle. She began booking and successfully 
running extra showings at other locations. New York, New Jersey and even California used her 
sudden increased talents.

But as trip out of town followed trip out of town private desires began to build again and 
she began to dislike the added income and responsibilities that kept her from enjoying her 
playroom at home.

Keith, too, was noticing changes at work. He had always been a go-getter but never so 
much as now. He seemed to have unlimited energy to purse even the most trivial case. He 
spent long hours at the office while Janice roamed the country. Hours that brought fruit in the
form of more challenging cases. More recognition and thus gaining more of both.

Nine months after having their first sex slave Keith was made a senior partner of his firm. 
But he, too, was beginning to feel the effects of their lack of personal time that had put them 
both on such highs in the first place.

Each solved their problem to their mutual satisfaction. Janice began taking Barbara on her 
trips across the country as Keith began to take Betsy Ricker to his home in the suburbs. The 
results were pleasing for all concerned and each Trucker got an added bonus they hadn’t 
anticipated.

Janice began to enjoy more than just the binding of Barbara. She began to crave inflicting 
pain on her as well. And Keith finally learned what had made his wife so hot when she did the 
binding before the administrating of pain. To put it in simple terms, both began to broaden 
their horizons in their chosen sexual endeavors.

*

Janice not only bound Barbara almost each evening they had free as they crossed the 
country, but she made Barbara carry crop, whip and assorted items in her suitcases on each 
trip to use on her when the mood struck. And the mood struck with a dependable frequency. 
Barbara voiced no complaints but it did become a challenge to harm her in ways that would 
not show in the various shows she was fast becoming the star of.

Evening clothing was no problem in covering her increasing addiction to pain inflicted to 
her body. Swim ware and lingerie was another matter all together, but with care they 
succeeded even there. If Barbara had visible marks she was given only darker colored outfits 
to don for the shows. And both became experts at using makeup to cover what should not be
seen by the general public.

One memorial evening in California, after a day of frustration after frustration both were 
anxiously looking forward to an evening of relieving those frustrations. They had no more 
than entered their suite than both were undressing and getting ready for their own unique 
way of relieving the day’s built up frustrations and stresses.

As Janice donned her favorite leather and stockings outfit, Barbara was quickly unpacking 
her special suitcase. Lying ropes, short whip, crop and bands on the bed for easy access she 
turned to smile at Janice, who smiled back nodding her head in agreement with Barbara’s 
selection.

A quick look around their room provided adequate means for what Janice had in mind. A 
sturdy wooden headboard on the bed, a stack of pillows, their own personal items that 
decorated the bed and Barbara. Deciding that she wanted a partial reenactment of one of the 
nights with Keith, Barbara and herself, Janice made quick work of issuing her orders to Barbara
who was in complete compliance.

Taking it as slow as she could and relishing her personal delight in binding Barbara, Janice 
soon had her feet tied to the intricate woodwork of the headboard of the bed. Barbara’s legs 
were spread the entire distance from side to side of the king size bed. Her ass cheeks were 
pulled apart. As was her leaking cunt as her pubic mound rested on a mound of pillows in the 
middle of the bed.

Taking a long length of rope, Janice used it as a ponytail holder and began to bind up 
Barbara’s hair. That taken care of she slid the rope down her back, through her ass crack and 
pussy and as Barbara willingly lifted her upper body off the bed, Janice pulled the rope up 
between her hanging tits and bound them in the remaining yardage as Barbara’s arms shook 
with pain and lust just off the bed.

Then with a silent command from Janice, Barbara again lowered her upper body onto the 
bed. Her bound tits spilled over the coiled rope and dug into her heated flesh as she offered 
up her arms for yet more rope. When both arms were tied to the ends of the bed Janice sat on
the bed and wedged her legs under Barbara’s arms and scooted her crotch under her face as 
she picked up the short whip that Barbara had placed there earlier.

“You suck me real good at least three times while I whip your ass and opened pussy and I’ll
flip you over and suck you off while I whip your slavish tits until you can’t stand it any more. 
Deal?”

Barbara didn’t bother answering verbally. She just lowered her head to the waiting cunt 
beneath it and tried to spread her legs even more. The latter part was not successful, but the 
first definitely was a successful endeavor.

Four shattering climaxes and an hour later Janice was true to her word and did her own 
version of muff diving as she kept up a steady heat with the whip to Barbara’s willing and 
constricted breasts.

When they finally turned off the lights neither of them had a smidgen of frustration left. All
they had were very, very contented bodies that quickly drifted off to sleep to face the 
challenges of the coming day.

*

Keith and Betsy were just as happy with their own arrangements. Though not as inventive 
as his wife, nor as sure and competent with binding victims, Keith soon learned. He used his 
own dreams and desires and became proficient at knot tying, maybe not as good as his wife, 
but good enough for what he wanted to accomplish with his sexual, pain loving slave on 
evenings when they could get together around their busy professional schedules.

The first night he used simplicity itself. Raising her hands over her head and tying them to 
one of the numerous hooks in the playroom, Keith soon had her standing on tiptoes in the 
center of the room as he selected a whip from the variety of the room. Since their first time 
together Keith knew that Betsy had a very high tolerance to pain and didn’t bother easing into
applying the whip to her full, pain loving tits as she wiggled and squirmed in front of him with 
each blow.

It was a simple matter to take a few steps and he was able to give her ass equal attention 
with the whip he was becoming an expert in wielding on willing females that visited his home 
for painful nights of shared pleasures. But when it became a pain to hold off his own 
impending explosion, Keith remembered Betsy’s desires and wished to fulfill them too.

Walking to the nearby shelving he took two, long, wide and sharply pointed safety pins 
and snapped them open as he walked back to her almost suspended body.

“To keep your tits happy,” he said as she showed her the opened pins and reached for her 
chest.

Betsy had no illusions as to where those two would soon be and with an ease that even 
surprised herself, she arched her whipped tits forward to accept their pins. She could not 
withhold her moans and screams as Keith drove first one, then the other pin through her 
nipples but she knew that her screams were viewed as added pleasures for Keith.

Grabbing behind each knee Keith picked up her legs and wrapped them around his hips as
his cock eagerly searched out and found her leaking track. With a slow slid in her and her legs 
around his hips, Keith grabbed two whipped ass cheeks and sank his cock all the way in as his 
mouth captured a pinned nipple to suck on.

Betsy had all the ingredients she needed pain from the whip, pierced nipples, suspension 
that she craved and a cock pounding away in her pleading snatch as she quickly joined Keith 
in exploding in a overwhelming climax. But she did him better. He came once. She came 
multiple times.

*

Their three week separation from each other made both Janice and Keith determined that 
the time allotted to them before Janice had to leave again to be spent in quality time. And as 
Keith was the one at home, it was he who made the arrangements. With Janice’s complete 
approval via transcontinental telephone.

Nicole Dailey had been one of the many to respond to their advertisements in local skin 
mags, but it had taken months for them all to get together. That, and the fact that she had 
answered their second ad, requesting willing female slaves into the more exotic forms of pain.

The ad placed by the Tuckers had fascinated Nicole from the beginning. An avid and long 
established pain lover, she had begun looking for the more erotic and exotic to feed her 
craving for more and more. She couldn’t even guess at the number of times she had been 
whipped, cropped, caned, suspended and generally all around abused, but the number had 
been substantial and was becoming mundane.

Oh, she still wanted those things done to her pain loving body, but she wanted more. She 
wanted the different. And with the ad and the subsequent conversations with Keith Tucker, 
she thought that they just might be offering that difference she was looking for. And with the 
timing problem finally solved she was more than eager to meet them at the appointed time at
their place.

Arriving a few minutes early she studied their house. Impressive, she thought. But she also 
thought that with the more than adequate income they seemed to have at their disposal, they
just might have the money, skill and imaginations to make her even happier than she was.

Turning off the car, she stepped out and walked up to their front door and pressed the 
bell. It was obvious that they were waiting and expecting her as it opened before the chiming 
stopped.

“Nicole?”

“Yes. And you are Keith?”

“I am. Come on in.” Closing the door behind him, he said, “And this is my wife, Janice.”

“A pleasure, I’m sure.”

Nicole took the offered chair and the three of them talked for quite a while, giving each a 
chance to get to know the other. An essential ingredient in these type of affairs. She knew that
they were purposely trying to make her at ease and they were succeeding.

They exchanged chitchat, then got down to more important matters. Each explained about
themselves, their wants, their needs and their desires and it soon became apparent that all 
three were suitably matched in most departments for what they had come together for. With 
the formalities out of the way, they made their way to the playroom.

Allowing Nicole to undress on her own, Keith and Janice began to assemble the 
equipment they wanted to use for the beginning set of the night. All three knew and had 
agreed that they could call it quits at any point in time and had agreed on a testing scene for 
the opener, to test their compatibility in administrating and receiving before going on to 
bigger and better things.

When she was nude, Nicole stepped forward at Janice’s signal and offered up her hands 
for the leather bands to be placed on her wrists as Keith stood off to the side and watched 
with a slight smile on his face. With a clip, Janice hooked her wrist bands to chains and began 
to raise them toward two hooks in the ceiling that Nicole could easily determine were sturdy 
enough to hold her body weight as she silently nodded in approval.

The Tuckers appeared to be well prepared for her and others. That fact being attested to 
by the variety of equipment she saw around her. They had the most sedate of implements, like
harnesses, ropes and chains. The more advanced like clips, rings, piercing devices, whips and 
crops. But what captured her attention was the more erotic items, like the X frame across the 
room, an unusual looking, huge gear with attached peddles and other strange things that she 
didn’t quite know the use of. And those really got her interests charged as Janice turned a 
crank and her feet slowly left the floor.

Nicole was an avid candidate for suspension, had had it done numerous times in the past 
and still enjoyed it as a preliminary act. She loved the pull of muscles as she swayed gently in 
the air as Janice bound her ankles in more bands and soon had them attached to hooks in the
side walls. A spread cunt was a sure-fired way to heat Nicole up, a fact that she had shared 
with them earlier and Janice was acting upon.

If there was one part of her anatomy that craved painful attention, it was her pussy and 
nearby clit and it the position she was in she was sure that was what was coming her way. She 
felt her tunnel give its first clutching tremor as she saw both of them approach her suspended 
body with flare headed crops.

Nicole’s opened cunt was the Tuckers ultimate goal but both had learned over the months
that anticipation on all party’s part made a huge difference in the end results. They both got 
hotter thinking about the time they would finally whip some pussy, as did the intended victim.
And all three were quite willing to anticipate for a while as Keith brought his crop to her hard 
capped tits instead as Janice selected her downward hanging ass as Nicole responded with 
moans of building passion with each successive landing of crop to her fast heating body.

Then slowly, as if they had all the time in the world, Keith and Janice began moving toward
the ultimate target. Keith snapped the crop to tits, ribs, stomach, belly button and the 
thinly-haired top of her opened cunt as Janice made a similar, if shorter trip from ass, to inner 
legs and puffy, blood filled pussy lips.

Then in a perfectly timed move that showed previous times doing the same thing, Keith 
brought his crop swiftly down and bisected her spreading cunt lips. His crop had no more 
than ended its swing than Janice gave Nicole’s cunt and upper cut with her crop as her clit did
the expected.

It began to quiver, pull and jerk until he escaped its fleshy hood of protective skin. And 
with the next blow from each Tucker Nicole was coming. And continued to come in each 
succeeding five strokes from each.

Then as she was twisting and coming in midair, Keith substituted crop for cock and sank in
all the way. Nicole’s body swung in the air as Janice used her hand to drive a fat dildo up her 
sucking ass as Keith fucked away between her wide spread legs. In and out, cock and dildo 
came at her sucking openings and Nicole just continued to come until Keith bathed her 
snatch with his hot cream.

An instant later her legs were freed, then her arms and she found herself on the floor 
sucking Janice’s cunt like it was the elixir of life as Keith took over the dildo working away up 
her ass until the three of them laid sweating on the floor struggling just to breath.

*

“Exactly how does that thing work,” Nicole asked later as the three of them were 
contemplating what to do next, as all knew there would definitely be a next, and very soon.

“What? You mean the gear over there?” Janice asked with a smile on her face that said, as 
she thought, I understand more than the words you spoke Nicole. Janice knew that it was far 
from a causal comment about an unusual piece of equipment. She had not forgotten either 
Nicole’s statements about loving harsh attention to her cunt, but her own recent proving of 
her earlier statements in the same category. A quick glance at the cunt in thought, Janice 
could see that it was red and puffy with the attention they had paid it with their crops.

Oh, yes. Nicole was a very good candidate for the refurbished gear that her and Keith had 
worked on for well over a month. A month of rubbing off rust and sharpening the edges of 
the upright points of the gear. Each notch had been rough filed to leave small abrasions 
attached so that even the sides of them would scratch and irritate the cunt that was 
overlapping it.

“It’s a cunt muncher, or at least that’s what we call it. Each of those toothed gear points 
has been sharpened to almost razor-like edges. And the sides roughed up for additional 
harm.”

Nicole didn’t seem distressed by Janice’s words, as she asked, “And the attached peddles? 
What purpose do they serve?”

Janice saw the gleam in her eyes and knew that shortly Nicole would be operating the 
peddles, forcing the grooved and sharpened teeth to cut into her pain loving cunt.

“Exactly what you think it’s for. To peddle the gear into your cunt. Of course we may have 
to encourage you to faster speeds with whips and crops. Interested?”

Nicole just smiled and began to walk over to the large gear and investigate it closer. The 
gear, when they had finished with it, was attached to a metal frame. Two metal poles, ones 
Janice assumed used to be part of a brass-type bed, were at one end of the gear. A small, 
narrow platform had been welded to the poles just before the peddling supports had been 
welded to the frame that had two more small posts holding the other end.

The overall effect was a narrow seat that one straddled, leaning back against the taller 
poles as the peddles were used as if riding a bicycle. The metal framework kept all parts 
together and off the floor. Nicole also knew that the back supporting poles could be used to 
bind the person to the gear device, and smiled at that thought. She just loved bondage in any 
form and the thought of harming’ herself held a certain appeal, too.

“Why don’t you just straddle that gear, Nicole, and try to get comfy while I get some rope, 
if for no other reason than effect?”

Nicole didn’t bother arguing with Janice’s statement. They both knew that the ropes were 
unnecessary, but both also knew that they both liked the illusions that they offered. With a 
nervous laugh, she lifted her leg and eased herself onto the small narrow seat as she felt the 
edges of the tooth gear press against her wet cunt as she eagerly placed her feet on the 
corresponding peddles on either side of the gear and leaned back against the cool metal 
poles pressing into her back.

Oh, yes, she decided. The Tuckers did offer the different and unusual when it came to 
being inventive in harming those willing to be harmed. And as she gently pressed on one of 
the peddles Nicole also noticed that her pussy would be moved from side to side with each 
successive stroke. Oh, yes, inventive indeed.

Keith found his cock quickly reviving after its recent shattering climax as he watched the 
two women get Nicole into place and into bondage. Janice wrapped ropes around her wrist 
and bound them to the back supporting poles and stepped back to get the full effect of 
Nicole and the gear.

“Why don’t you start peddling, Nicole? Backward. That ought to really wake up your clit 
and pussy,” came from Janice as she stood beside the gear with a multi stranded whip in her 
hand to use as encouragement if the need arouse. Which it didn’t at first.

Nicole began to slowly press the peddles as notch after notch of the gear scrapped across 
her clit and opened cunt slit. And with each one that passed she could feel the roughed up 
abrasions on the sides tickle and tantalize her blood filled tissues as occasionally one of the 
points of the gear managed to pinch her cunt lips between gears and the edge of her seat. 
Those really made her squirm, but when Janice and Keith told her to increase the speed she 
was more than willing to experience it.

After a good ten minutes in which her clit had been prodded by at least four hundred nips
from the rotating gear, Nicole finally stopped the peddling, even when the Tuckers insisted 
she continue as they tried to persuade her with crop and whip hitting her swelling tits. But 
Nicole refused to peddle any more.

In that direction. But she was curious to feel the effects of peddling it in a forward motion 
that would make the gear move from her asshole to her clit instead of the opposite direction. 
And when they saw her intention they stopped whipping her tits.

Until she told them they had better keep doing it or she’d stop peddling all together. 
Which, naturally, they did. And with the multiple stimulations she quite successfully reached 
climax four times before she was set free and again Keith was drilling her with his revived 
cock. That time up her oh so tender cunt as she again paid homage to Janice’s dribbling 
snatch.

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CHAPTER EIGHT


Keith was getting restless with Janice away for three weeks and Betsy unavailable with her 
demanding law practice taking all her free time. Faced with another night spent alone, he 
decided to go out and do a little night life activities on the pain side. Perhaps he could get 
some ideas, and who knew, he might even find…

Since he and Janice had become so involved in the administration of pain, they had also 
sought out means to fulfill them. One of those means was the various clubs that the city had 
to offer. Dominance and submission clubs. S&M clubs. B&D clubs. And when the urge was felt
he knew exactly where he wanted to go to look for a possible slave.

An hour and fifteen minutes later he was sipping a drink at the place of his choice as he 
waited for the night’s entertainment to begin, as his eager eyes roamed the room and what it 
held.

And it held a lot.

The MM/FS Club (which stood for Male Masters/Female Slaves) was standing room only 
with the many couples that filled its space. And it was obvious that each took their role 
seriously as occasional moans and a few outright loud screams split the smoke filled air.

The most common mode of dress for the females was skin. Skin and leather. Skin and 
latex. Skin and chrome. All strategically placed to offer the epitome of discomfort to the 
wearer, be it a tight fitting strap pressed into cunts holding a variety of dildos and other 
assorted devices, to rings making tits swell to unbelievable sizes, to harnesses and restrictive 
pieces pressing into boobs, or cunts, or ass. One gal even had her cunt lips safety pinned to 
her inner legs as the guy with her played with it whenever he so desired.

Yes, the Club was in rare form for the evening’s entertainment that was billed as “Whipping
for Blood and Lust”, which sounded very, very interesting to Keith as he had to readjust his 
swelling cock into a more comfortable position as his eyes continued to rove around the 
room.

Several others in attendance were not waiting for the official entertainment to begin. They 
were providing their own. Much to Keith’s enjoyment, too.

A dark headed gal, who looked to be about twenty, was lying across one of the numerous 
tables. Her full tits were encased in a leather bra that consisted of straps that dug into her 
flesh as tight as any ropes Keith had ever seen. Those straps of leather were all she was 
wearing, if one ignored the rings in each nipple that was standing straight up and the two in 
each of her cunt lips and the one through her clit. All of which were on display by the man 
who was with her.

She was lying on her back, spread-eagled across the entire surface of the table. Her hands 
were over her head, clinging to the edge of it as her legs were spread as wide as she could 
keep them. And that was an obvious struggle on her part as the man kept driving his fist in 
and out of her ringed cunt for all to witness and glory in to their heart’s content.

Keith’s heart was very content. The same could not be said about his cock which was in 
danger of firing off inside his pants as he watched the man’s hand enter and leave the gal’s 
pussy again and again.

And while his right hand was doing that, his left rotated its way around her cunt to pull on 
each of her three rings there.

At one point Keith would have sworn her clit was being pulled a good four inches away 
from her pulsating cunt, and still she just kept coming. One after the other as the others 
sharing the table with them watched either closely or dispassionately depending on their 
mood and her screams of ecstasy.

When the woman finally fainted from pain or passions, Keith wasn’t sure of which, he 
again allowed his eyes to wonder and see what they could see.

One man, dressed in a full set of leathers except for his exposed cock, was being sucked 
off by a gal kneeling at his feet. Occasionally, for no apparent reason other than desire, he 
would flick the whip in his hand to land on either her back or tilted up ass and she would 
press all the way down his cock. Even Keith could see her lips pressing into his curling short 
hairs with each blow landed on her. To him, it seemed to be some kind of controlling signal 
they used.

Used effectively, too, as he watched her swab lowing his squirting discharge, lick him 
clean, then rest her head on his knee as if she were content to remain at his feet all night long 
if it was his desire.

Hearing a scream come from across the room, he turned his head to see if he could see 
what had elicited it. He saw a man and a woman sitting at a table across from each other. He 
was smiling and she was in obvious pain, but Keith could not discern why, so he kept his eyes 
on them for several minutes.

The woman was sitting rigidly on her chair. Her eyes were squeezed closed. Her fists 
clutching the edge of her chair. Her knuckles were white with her pain and strain. Sweat was 
beading out on her forehead. But try as he did, Keith could not see what the hell the man was 
doing to her to cause her the obvious pain she was feeling. Until he noticed the man shifting 
his position and Keith saw his leg for the first time under the table.

Following his leg to his foot, Keith gave an involuntary shutter in awe for the woman who 
was literally sitting on the man’s foot. A foot that was buried to his ankle up her cunt. But she 
only moaned or screamed when he moved, and Keith guessed that he either wiggled his toes 
inside her or moved his foot back and forth. Or both. But no matter what he did she did not 
pull away. Did not use her hands to hold some of her weight off his foot. Didn’t so much as 
touch her toes to the floor.

Interesting as that was, it didn’t hold Keith’s attention. He was used to more motions 
involved in his games and wanted to see motions, not hidden moves that could only be 
guessed at once he understood what was happening to cause her to scream.

But her was brought back to his original intent when lights finally came on on the small 
stage in front of him, and everyone else, too.

The stage consisted of an area of about twenty feet in all directions, he could tell after the 
curtains had opened. But Keith, and he assumed the others present, was not interested in the 
dimensions of the stage. No, that was precluded by what the stage contained.

Two, solid, massive-looking posts were firmly attached to the wooden floor, and hanging 
from each were several ropes and chains attached to heavy rings embedded in the wooden 
sides. Keith knew they were whipping posts, to be used separately or concurrently depending 
on how one wanted the victim placed.

A small, movable partition had been opened at one side and was literally covered with 
whips, crops, canes. A small shelve held a variety of dildos, clips, clamps and other vicious 
weapons of inflicting pain.

But what really captured his attention was the swords, machetes, hatchets and knives that 
literally gleamed in the bright lights. Although Keith had no desire to actually cut a victim with
any such like tool, he did like the illusions they represented and grandiosely enjoyed cutting 
the clothing off his willing slaves. He wondered if those implements would be used in the next
act to be presented to those assembled. And if so, how.

But he had little time to contemplate that thought as a man walked out on the stage.

His entry was slow and as everyone watched it became evident why. He was literally 
dragging a woman in his wake. A struggling woman. A naked struggling woman, who he 
quickly and efficiently tied to the posts. Each wrist was bound in seconds to one of the posts 
leaving her arms tightly stretched between the two hunks of massive wood.

But the thing that peaked Keith’s interest was the fact that for all she was struggling, she 
didn’t make a sound. No screams. No yelling words. In fact, no protest at all except for her 
ineffective struggles against the man who easily overcame her every effort.

Then, like a light bulb going off in his head, he understood. She was playing a role. A role 
assigned to her to play. The role of the unwilling victim. But as Keith watched and looked 
closer, it was easy to confirm that she was getting very excited by what was happening to her.

Her nipples were rock hard at the ends of her heaving tits and her distinct female 
fragrance could be detected even from his table three rows back from the stage. It was all for 
effect, not only for the audience, but obviously for her, too.

Keith noted that she tried to look defiant, but failed miserably. He could see the lust and 
the even thought love in her eyes as she never took them off the man who was binding her 
ankles to the corresponding posts until she was left in the classic X between them. Keith could
see the muscles and tendons stretching at her shoulders, crotch and knees. But what finally 
drew his undivided attention was her naked cunt.

There wasn’t a hair on it. All he could see was delicate pink skin and the deeper pink, 
fading into red of her spread cunt. God, how that sight made his cock give a determined stir in
his pants.

What would it be like to whip and fuck a naked cunt? he wondered as he couldn’t seem to 
take his eyes from hers. His eyes were glued to her bare cunt. He didn’t even blink, he was so 
infatuated.

That is until his view was obstructed by a blurring black streak. It took him a second, along 
with the cracking sound his ears detected, to know what had happened.

The man was whipping her bare cunt!

Whipping it right in front of him. And the others gathered. And it wasn’t a teasing 
whipping either. The first stroke broke the delicate skin. Keith could see a thin line of red 
blood, and he remembered the billing of this act “Whipping for Blood and Lust”.

Surely that wasn’t the intent? Or was it?

The whip landed again, that time making a cutting line on her other cunt lip as the whip 
cracked at her slightly flapping flesh. But hearing the sound of the whip brought another fact 
to Keith’s mind.

The woman was still silent!

She hadn’t screamed with either stroke landed on her opened, and now bleeding cunt. 
How could she not? he wondered as he raised his eyes to hers and understood.

It was there. In her eyes. Total, all consuming lust. She wanted her pussy whipped. She 
wanted it cut. Again lowering his eyes to the man’s target Keith could see her clit jerking 
around like a leaf in a whirlwind. The damned slave was coming! Coming as her cunt was 
being whipped to shreds.

Five. Ten. Twelve times the whip cut into her tipped forward cunt until she finally made her 
first sound of, “Yyyyyyyesssssssssss” that echoed around the room.

There wasn’t a mark showing on her body, except between her legs. An area that was now 
entirely red. As red as her opened inner core. Every whip stroke had landed directly on her 
opened cunt. Cutting her and making her come yet again.

But when the man heard her scream out her one lust filled word, he stopped whipping her
and became a blur of motions.

Releasing her ankles from the bottoms of the posts he began to raise each leg until they 
were both attached to the same rings as her hands. With naturally left her cunt opened even 
more, but now pointed directly at the appreciative audience. Keith could almost see up her 
pulsating tunnel from the third row she was opened so wide.

And then the man again picked up the whip.

She shook with each of the following ten strokes to her blood red cunt. But she made no 
more sounds as the man set the whip aside and began using the other items at his disposal.

Taking up one of the massive dildos, the man held it in the palm of his hand as his fingers 
curled around the base. And with one firm shove lodged it up her whipped cunt, and Keith 
could have sworn she moaned in passion. With the second on up her ass Keith was sure that it
had been a moan of lust.

It was quite a sight to see.

The naked woman was hanging between the two posts. Her cunt was opened for all to see
the two dildos up her openings. And to see her jumping clit, too, as the man took the long 
curved saber from the partition and held it up for her see.

A second later he was pulling the dildo out of her cunt and replacing it with the sword. 
One inch. Three. Six inches curved into her opened, whipped cunt as she held herself perfectly 
still. At eight inches she finally flinched and the man withdrew his hand.

The sword remained inside her as he stood to her side, and with one finger, touched her 
clit. In the next second the sword began to bob up and down inside her climaxing cunt. It 
shivered and shook in the bright lights and no one had any doubts that the woman was 
coming. Still silent, but coming never the less as the curtains slowly closed on the unbelievable
scene.

*

The entire room was utterly still for a good two minutes, then came the first clap, followed 
by a thunderous roar of clapping, yelling. All were suitably impress by the demonstration and 
were not bashful about showing their appreciation. Ten minutes later they were still 
applauding.

“You seemed totally enthralled by the sword,” brought Keith out of his trance, “is that your 
thing?”

Finally looking up, Keith saw a man standing beside his chair. And as he cleared away the 
last of his visions, he saw that it was the man from across the room. The man that had had his 
foot up the woman’s cunt.

“A… ahh what?”

“I asked if driving a sword of a cunt is your thing.” Weird conversation, Keith thought. But 
then maybe not. Not here, anyway, and decided to answer the man’s question. What 
difference did it make anyway?

“Yes. As a matter-of-fact it is. Why?”

“Chrissy wanted me to ask.”

“Chrissy?”

“My wife. The one who was sitting on my foot earlier, as I’m sure you will remember. You 
do remember Chrissy, don’t you?”

“Ah, well, sure.”

“What’s the matter,” he asked as he sat in the empty chair next to Keith, “never been 
approached before?”

“Ah, well, no. Am I? Being approached, that is?”

“You are. Chrissy wanted me to ask you if you have visions of driving swords up her cunt. 
Interested?”

Not about to loose such an opportunity because of shyness, Keith quickly answered, “I am 
more than interested. So what happens now?”

The man smiled, then turned his head and nodded as Keith followed with his eyes and saw
the woman start to walk toward them. “Now we leave. Can I assume you have the necessary 
equipment at your place?”

“You… you can. Now?”

“Now.”

Two minutes later the three of them were leaving the club and shortly after that they were 
following him home as Keith tried to get himself under some control.

*

“Nice place you have here,” the man said as Keith showed them into the playroom. “Nice 
collection. Very interesting. Tell you what, I’ll look around while you two have some fun. Forget
I’m even here.” With that he walked away and left Keith and Chrissy standing by the 
Xcitement.

Keith was still have problems accepting what was happening and the silent Chrissy didn’t 
help matters either. She had yet to say her first word which gave him the impress that words 
were unnecessary.

Perhaps they were, he concluded as gave her another look they proceeded to do what he 
had always dreamed of doing.

Flipping in the floor braces, Keith laid the Xcitement frame on the floor and laid some 
ropes nearby. Then standing, he said, “While I’m gone, strip. Then we’ll get things started.”

With that, he left the room to get into his costume of black, leaving Chrissy and the man, 
who’s name he still didn’t know, to their own devises.

When he returned the man was calmly sitting on a chair across the room as if he wasn’t 
there and Chrissy was silently standing naked next to the Xcitement frame that was still on the
floor.

“Lay down on it. Head there,” he pointed and watched her silently comply with a slight 
smile on her face. He knew that she knew her head had been ordered at the bottom of the 
laid down frame. But the thought of hanging upside down didn’t seem to faze her any more 
than anything else had.

He didn’t let it bother him, either, as he began to attach ropes to Chrissy and the 
Xcitement frame. Ropes around her wrists and ankles, and couple around her hips just for 
effect. But when tying the ropes to her ankles Keith made sure that they went behind the 
upright X of the frame to hold her more securely, as he silently wished Janice was here to help 
and enjoy.

No doubt about it, Janice would just love to tie some slave to the X frame upside down. 
But Janice wasn’t here and he was. So was the silent Chrissy and the silent man across the 
room.

Keith knew that he would remain silent throughout the entire act. Unless Keith stepped 
beyond some predetermined limits of Chrissy’s and that fact eased some of his built up 
tensions as the last rope was secured.

Walking to the top of the Xcitement and to Chrissy’s head, Keith bent his knees and 
grabbed the crossbar of the frame and began to lift it as Chrissy slowly slid more toward the 
floor. Then with a jerk and a flip of his hands, the frame stood up as Keith used his feet to kick 
out the supporting braces. Easing his support from the seemingly sturdy frame, Keith slowly 
stood back.

The Xcitement frame stood firmly on its own with the bound Chrissy tied to it. Tied to it 
upside down. Tied to it in an upside down X that left her cunt at a very appealing level. The 
right level to drive sword, saber or machete right down her fragrant cunt.

But he was in no hurry, and apparently neither were they. Using just one finger, he began 
to trace the puffy outer lips of her opened cunt. Up the left lip, down the right. Down the 
enticing seem that was filled with whitish goo that even upside down spilled out of her with 
ease. Her excitement excited him even more as he began to enter her with a finger.

Her hot, wet tissue closed around his finger as he felt her internal muscles quiver. He 
added a second, a third and forth finger and all were pulled and caressed with hot, pulsating, 
gripping internal muscles that pulled him even deeper. Then remembering that her husband’s 
foot would fit inside her, Keith added his thumb and began to curl his hand into a fist.

It popped right in without the slightest hesitation as he allowed himself the unusual 
opportunity to investigate the inside of a trembling cunt. His fingers opened and see filled in 
the spaces between them. No matter how he moved his hand, she pressed into it until Keith 
knew that he had to speed up things before he came on his own.

Withdrawing his hand he looked at it through the slit in his hood. It literally glistened with 
her goo as he reached for the slender saber and took it off the wall.

This was it!

This was what he had dreamed about!

Straddling the bottom frame of the Xcitement, Keith raised the saber high above his head, 
aimed the point at her deep red tunnel of lust, and slowly began to lower it into her. One inch.
Two. Three inches easily followed her body’s contours as the blade slid inside her.

No one spoke.

It seemed no one even breathed as inch after inch followed the point of the saber inside 
her. The tip finally bumped into the end of her core. Slowly, ever so slowly, Keith withdrew the 
support of his hand on the saber until it was totally supported by her trembling cunt. A 
trembling cunt that made the saber shiver in the light and Keith could take no more.

Dropping to his knees, he unzipped his slacks and his cock was instantly sucked into 
Chrissy’s demanding mouth. But Keith didn’t watch her mouth as he normally did when being 
sucked off. Oh, no. He watched the saber quiver, shake and pulsate with a life of its own down
her cunt as the exploded up her throat.

With his passions now under control, Keith slowly pulled the saber out of her cunt, placed 
it back on the wall and reached for the machete.

The machete was a good three feet long from narrow handle to wide tip. Highly polished, 
all five inches across the blade reflected the light, making flashes of gleaming metal swirl 
around the room as he slowly raised the machete over his head.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to turn the blade down until it was poised directly over 
the split opening of Chrissy’s cunt. Wedging the cool metal between her cunt lips, Keith 
pressed the edge into her aroused clit. Press. Release. Press. Release against her trembling clit 
until he could stand the wait no longer.

Millimeter by millimeter all five inches of the blade began to slide down her lubricated 
track until it was poised at her very entrance. Wet, hot, sucking tissue began to wrap around 
the end of the machete until it encompassed the end. It was like her cunt was kissing the 
blade that was slowly, ever so slowly entering her.

It was a dream.

It was a fantasy.

It was reality.

Inch after inch of five inch metal made a slow descent as Chrissy finally screamed.

“Yyyyeesssssss… ahhhh fuccckkkk mmmmmeeee.”

<<< IMAGE 08 >>>


THE END
