Author's Note: I've been playing with this idea for a while but I've never been happy with it, the transition into misbehaving always seemed too forced. I've marked it as part one as now I've introduced Abby and Scott to some of the more adventurous ideas the sky is the limit!

Tell me what you think, if the comments are positive I'm sure we'll see more of the two couples!

Part 1

"So have you finished it yet?" Asked Abby.

The question was directed at me but my wife intercepted and answered instead. "I have indeed!"

They were talking about the long awaited instalment to a romantic series we'd all been reading. Now I thought about it romantic wasn't fair, it was published porn... There was no way around it. Whatever the critics had to say about the books there was one thing no one could deny, they had brought the idea of kinky sex and bondage into the public eye. Handcuffs and spreader bars were no longer an embarrassing secret, they were a multi million pound industry and as for the sale of ropes and chains... The DIY stores were rubbing their hands with glee!

"So what did you think?"

My wife paused for a moment before replying "I don't know..." She sighed "I thought it was all a bit tame..." She admitted.

"Tame!?" Our friend gasped, even her husband Scott was intrigued now.

Jane pressed on "Don't get me wrong. There was drama, romance... It was erotic as hell. But the kinky stuff (which is of course why we all read it), I was hoping for something a bit more exciting than a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold."

Abby didn't reply so my wife continued "Remembering when he was learning how to tie her up in the first book? I loved that, the description of the rope, how she was bound... I dunno... I wasn't convinced."

"He did tie her up a few times." Interjected Scott.

"I know..." Jane sighed "But it was all... I don't know where I'm going with this, I want a book like that to be more exciting than my own sex life, that's why I read porn!"

Abby raised her eyebrows "You're saying that the thing in the caravan, with the rope and the riding crop was tame!?"

Jane frowned, for the first time she turned to me "Go and get your stuff from upstairs..." She turned back to her friend "Ok, I'm going to show you want I mean."

Swallowing the last of my cola I disappeared to find the bag where we kept our best toys.

When I returned to the lounge I was stunned. I don't know what had taken place while I'd been upstairs but Abby was topless, stripped to her waist wearing only jeans and socks with her blouse and bra lying nearby.

I gawked for a moment before my wife rescued me.

"Show her what I'm talking about!" She pleaded.

I stood there for another moment, staring at Abby's breasts trying to fathom what Jane was asking. "Tie her like you'd tie me... Properly, none of that soft crap..."

"Ok..." I agreed, glancing quickly around the room to see if there were any objections.

When everyone remained silent I reached into my bag to pull out a length of rope. I still wasn't entirely sure what was expected of me but I was having a hard time getting the my friend's voluptuous chest out of my mind. I'd start there, I loved breast bondage and if Abby had any hesitations about being bound then I may as well discover them sooner rather than later.

"Put your hands on your head," I instructed "hold your hair out of the way..."

I looped the rope around her. Twice over her breasts and twice below before taking a second piece and cinching between her boobs pinching the ropes together.

I looked at my wife "How nasty am I being?"

Jane shrugged "Meh, go for it... She's tough and she's not going to be in it for too long!"

With my wife's consent I began to wrap the trailing ends of the rope around Abby's boobs. As instructed I pulled tightly, squeezing each breast until it formed a tight ball. Instantly the flesh began to darken as the blood flow was restricted and I watched as the young woman's nipples grew hard. For a second I wondered if I'd been too cruel but Abby voiced no concerns. I paused for moment, recognising the familiar expressions of fear, excitement and arousal cross her face. Her breathing was shallow and fast, the stringent breast bondage preventing her from expanding her lungs to the full.

"Hands behind your back." I commanded.

I tied Abby's arms into a simple box tie, after such dramatic bondage for her breasts I sensed she'd appreciate the comfortable position. Having her elbows bound may prove to be too much for the first timer.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

Abby strained against the ropes for a moment, trying to work out if she could pry her wrists free. Once she discovered the futility she gave up and looked down at her body, admiring the prominence the binding ropes had given to her breasts.

"Ok..." She cracked a smile at Jane "You've been tied like this?" My wife nodded without letting on just how recently she'd been in a very similar predicament. Subconsciously she pulled her long sleeves down to cover the rope marks on her wrists. "I can see why you thought the book was tame!" Abby laughed.

I glanced at Scott, he was sat in the sofa a few feet away his expression not giving much away. I watched as his eyes traced over his wife's bulging breasts and I caught the flicker of a smile. He was enjoying this as much as I was! I looked at Abby and my eyes scanned her shapely backside, it was a shame my wife hadn't managed to talk her out of her jeans too!

"Get on the floor..." Ordered Jane "Sit down and cross your ankles."

Abby tried valiantly to sit but it wasn't easy with her arms tied behind her. Holding her shoulders I guided her to the floor, Jane smiled as she crossed her legs.

Even wearing her jeans the position was still provocative, I hoped that once I'd finished the couple would see enough of the potential to want to explore more at home. Abby looked up at me as I searched for a rope of suitable length, she had big doe eyes, a ruffle of light brown hair fell to her shoulders.

"Cross your ankles for me..." I said, repeating my wife's instruction. Guiding her legs so they sat where I needed them I began to wrap my rope above her feet. I cinched the tie making sure that my subject was going nowhere, smiling I reached for the last length I would need.

I made a show of finding the midpoint of the rope as Abby adjusted herself in her seated position, each movement caused her bound breasts to bounce inches from my face. I could feel myself growing hard. Scott was a lucky man I decided as I examined her body, I glanced at my wife. Not as lucky as me of course, Jane had come to me asking for this!

Smiling reassuringly I placed my hand on the nape of her neck and guided her head downwards. I was amazed at the young woman's flexibility. In fact, for a moment as her nose hovered an inch from the carpet I was worried I wouldn't be able to reach in to tie her.

It wasn't easy, and I may have inadvertently made contact with Abby's unprotected breast a few times but eventually I managed to tie the knot securing her neck to the ropes which held her feet. As I withdrew to admire my handiwork Jane summarised the position Abby had found herself in, just in case Scott had failed to notice just how helpless she was.

"Believe me she's stuck..." She assured him "She can't get her arms out from behind her back, she can't life pull her head away from her feet and by now her boobs be starting to ache and throb." She turned to Abby "Am I right?"

The bound woman nodded a confirmation.

Jane patted the sofa next to her indicating that I should sit. Getting to her own feet she addressed Scott "But you've not seen the best bit!" She promised him.

Kneeling in front of her bound friend she placed her hands on the young woman's shoulders. Abby gave a gasp of surprise as she was rolled onto her back, Jane knelt above her triumphantly as her plaything shuffled into position, her head against the floor and her crossed feet pointing upwards.

Even wearing jeans it was impossible to miss the suggestion, just in case Scott needed and more clarification my wife grasped her friends feet and pushed her own crotch towards her friend's. For a moment she made mock thrusting movements, demonstrating what she'd do if Abby were suddenly robbed of what remained of her clothing and she were equipped with the appropriate genitalia.

"Tie her up like this," she instructed Scott "lie her on her back and fuck her senseless!" She turned back to Abby. Her hand strayed to the denim clad pussy of her friend "Would you like that?" She asked.

Abby shuffled, the strain of the strict bondage beginning to take its toll on her body "Yes!" She managed to gasp.


Part 2 (added: 2016/01/07)

Pressing the button on the remote I channel hopped yet again. More drivel... I sighed and was about to give up when my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was Scott.

I'd not spoken to my friend since he'd visited the previous evening. I'd yet to gauge his reaction to the bondage we'd demonstrated. I suddenly felt awkward, what if he was calling to discuss it? What if he wasn't as comfortable with the evening as Jane and I had believed?

"Hello?" I answered cautiously.

"Hi mate..." He replied, there was an awkward pause "You know that stuff you showed us last night?"

"Uh huh..." Nerves moved into my stomach and made me feel queasy.

"Abby and I were trying it out..." He admitted "but we got a bit stuck..." I began to breathe again, at least I hadn't alienated my friend! "If you're not in the middle of something could you pop over and help us out?"

"Erm..." I began,

A muffled voice came over the phone line, it was Abby "Quickly!" She hissed.

I pondered, the television tonight was crap, Jane was upstairs and I was bored. It was only a five minute walk after all.

"Sure." I agreed.

Picking up my coat I informed my wife where I was going and set off along the street.

Scott greeted me at the door, he was wearing a luxurious brown dressing down which reached past his knees.

"Hi!" He greeted me "Abby's upstairs."

I followed him awkwardly up the staircase wondering what I'd find at the top, from the brief phone call I'd assumed they'd been practicing what we'd shown them the previous night and wanted some pointers. As Scott led me into the lie bedroom I saw they'd decided to jump straight into the deep end.

Coils of newly purchased rope lay scattered around the room, proper hemp bondage rope way better than the crap we'd picked up from the DIY store. Some was still in its plastic wrapping, several lengths were strewn across the thick carpet and the remainder were wrapped rather haphazardly around Abby.

The young woman was sat in the middle of the bed playing on her phone. She was naked and the ropes which still clung to her did nothing to hide the fact. She smiled at me as I entered and threw her mobile to one side, she looked somewhat embarrassed.

"We got a little carried away..." She admitted.

My eyes examined the mess they'd made, Scott had clearly attempted to replicate my demonstration but he'd obviously struggled. The breast harness was loose and the coils which should have held her boobs tightly were unraveling and slipping off, a bow tied her crossed ankles together but a noose like knot lay tangled beside it. I couldn't make out how her hands were supposed to be restrained at all.

I swallowed.

"That's ok..." I paused "Are you after a lesson?"

Abby blushed "Not really... At least not right now, is there any chance you can just tie me up properly then clear off so he can fuck me?"

The honesty of the answer made me chuckle.

"No problem!" I looked at the ropes hanging limply off her body wondering if there was anything which was worth salvaging. I decided it would more trouble than it was worth "Do you want to slide out of that and I'll see what I can do?"

Scott looked visibly disappointed as his wife pulled herself of the bondage, he'd obviously envisaged himself some sort of natural protege who would be able to pick up the knots and ties as if born to them. I remember feeling like that!

As Abby threw the last of the ropes to one side I picked the longest and began searching unconsciously for the midpoint.

"The same sort of thing as last night? Boobs and all?"

Abby grinned and grasped her chest with her hands and out of the corner of my eye I saw Scott's dressing gown twitch slightly.

"Yes please!" She smiled.

I started wrapping the rope around her torso as Abby chatted casually.

"I hope you weren't busy..." She asked "We really do appreciate you helping us out!" I smiled and tried desperately not to stare too much at her boobs.

"I'll get him to take notes next time!" She laughed, I chuckled and lifted her breast with one hand as I guided the rope beneath it.

"It's not hard..." I assured her, lifting her other boob in the same way "But you do need a bit of confidence."

I tied the loops off behind her back, then picked up the second length and pinched the top and bottom ropes together squeezing her breasts snugly.

"Do you want to do one side?" I asked, offering one of the trailing ends to Scott.

He nodded silently and knelt on the bed to the other side of his wife. Gesturing him to copy me I took her boob in one hand and held the rope firmly with the other.

"I'm not going to tie them as tightly this time," I told her "they'll be comfortable for longer." I glanced at her husband "And I get the impression you may be like this for a while!"

As Abby held her hair out of the way Scott and I wrapped her breasts, with my instruction he was much more confident. In fact at one point I suggested he eased off, I wanted Abby to enjoy this experience. Cutting off all circulation probably wouldn't help!

Quickly I tied her hands behind her back, I knew when I was wearing out my welcome and I was getting the distinct impression that the pair wanted me to clear off so they could get on with fucking.

Anticipating what was to come Abby shuffled on the bed and crossed her ankles in front of her. My eyes fell on the rest of her body, for the first time I saw her beautifully shaved labia lips which concealed her pussy. I had been right, her ass looked great in jeans but she was even sexier out of them.

"I'm going to do something slightly different..." I announced "don't worry," I grinned at Scott "her legs won't be getting in the way!"

Leaning her back I propped her up on a pile of pillows before taking hold of one of Abby's legs I guided it into position. I found one of the shorter pieces of rope which lay around the bedroom floor and tied her knee to her side knotting the rope tightly into the rope which ran beneath her boobs.

When I'd finished the young woman's legs were tied up and out of the way and her pristine shaved pussy was exposed for whatever her husband had in mind for it.

"That ok?"

Abby struggled against the ropes, as before her breasts were bound and her arms were held firmly behind her back but this time her legs were pinned to her sides and her feet kicked uselessly as she moved.

"It's great!"

I looked at her husband, the bulge in Scott's dressing gown told me more than I wanted to know.

"Perfect..." He muttered.

"In that case..." I began, well aware that I was all that stood between the couple and a bed breaking fucking "I'll let myself out..."

I heard Jane's voice as soon as I unlocked our front door

"I'm up here!"

Rolling my eyes I set off up the staircase. I'd been gone half an hour, what on earth could she need me for already?

Cautiously I opened the door to our bedroom. My wife was lying naked on the bed, each ankle was tethered to a corner of the metal frame and her hands were tied together and secured to the headboard in an impressive display of self-bondage. A selection of vibrators, dildos and other sex toys covered the bed.

"Can I help you with something?" I asked mockingly.

"Abby sent me a message," she replied "she warned you might be a little hot and bothered by the time they'd finished with you..."

I rolled my eyes "Tying up a beautiful naked lady so her husband can fuck her..." I looked at my wife "Nothing compared to coming home to find you like this!"

"You'd best make the most of it then!" She suggested.


Part 3 (added: 2016/03/09)

Jane sat beside me on the sofa with her computer on her lap. Passing her a glass of water I sat down beside her and glanced at the screen. I recognised the photos, I'd taken many of them myself!

"Reminiscing?" I asked.

Jane smiled and snuggled into me "Maybe..." She admitted "I just wish we could take some more..."

"We can?" I suggested.

Jane rolled her eyes "After last time?" She asked skeptically "I'm not sure that's a great idea..."

"Ok, so getting caught wasn't part of the plan..." I admitted "But maybe you could talk to Abby? Perhaps they'd be willing to act as lookouts?"

Jane didn't say anything for a moment, I could tell she was torn between the excitement of making some more kinky photos and the fear of getting caught.

"You know..." She admitted "That's not a bad idea!"

"Hi Scott, is Abigail home? I need to ask a favour..."

Picking up the laptop I began to flip through the pictures while Jane continued the conversation, I stopped at a favourite. I hoped her call went well. The picture of her tied naked in the forest was making my boxer shorts several sizes too small.

"Yeah, I think we'd just feel a bit more comfortable if there was someone else there... Just to keep an eye out. Last time..." She paused while Abby spoke "Can I just say I didn't realise girl guides did dawn forest walks?" She waited so Abby could laugh "It wasn't funny at the time!" She insisted.

I winced, I remembered that misadventure. The laughter of the girls, the panicked shrieks from my wife as I fought to untie her, the mad dash to the car before someone called the police. It was not an experience either of us wanted to repeat!

"So you'll do it?" My wife grinned, "That would be fantastic! See you Thursday."

I turned to Jane "Yes?"

"Yes!" She grinned, there was no doubting how excited she was.



I woke in the early hours, it was still very dark in the tent and a chill ran through my body. Someone had unzipped my sleeping bag and exposed my body to the cold morning air. That same person was now sliding her lips along the length of my cock, navigating by touch and night vision to wake me up in the most pleasant way she could think of.

"Morning..." Jane whispered, her voice hushed to avoid waking our friends "are you ready to start?"

"Just a few more minutes..." I insisted.

Nodding her agreement my wife continued to suck on my cock while my mind caught up with the early start.

Jane continued to play with me while I dozed. Her attentions gave me a heightened sense of awareness, I could hear the sound of the ocean down the beach, the squeak of the camping mats as she moved position, Scott shuffling in his sleeping and Abby's cute quiet snores.

Without warning the rhythm changed, cool fingers stroked my balls.

"It really is time to get up..." Jane insisted.

Following her instruction (for the last time that morning) I climbed out the tent and began searching for a suitable bush to relieve myself in. We'd picked a perfect morning, the cool wind blew in from the blue sea, waves lapped leisurely against the sandy beach and a deep blue sky was being illuminated by the first rays of sun.

Jane joined me outside, she was naked. I was always amazed by how impervious my wife was to the cold. Her hardened nipples and the beautiful pattern of goosebumps which decorated her skin were the only signs which betrayed the temperature.

"Morning guys!" Called Abby as she extracted herself rather inelegantly from the tent door "Wow! That's beautiful!"

I smiled, we'd walked into the remote beach in the dark and it was the first time our friends had seen our secret cove.

"I know..." Jane replied, entwining her fingers with mine "We love it here!"

"Fuck me it's cold!" Scott's arrival somewhat spoiled the moment "How can you stand there with no fucking clothes on!?"

"Meh," she shrugged "He's made me stand around naked so many times I'm used to it!" She grinned.

"Oh yeah..." Smirked Abby "You'll have to tell me about those times later!"

"Ahem..." Muttered Scott, not even bothering to make his cough genuine. He met his wife's eyes "Shouldn't you be somewhere?"

Abby rolled her eyes and zipped up her jumper "Fine!" She replied in a mock huff and set off towards the headland.

"There's our lookout!" I commented.

"Right, I'll be right with you..." My wife promised disappearing back into the tent. I watched her ass as it vanished beneath the canvas.

"So what do you guys need?" Asked Scott rubbing his hands together in the cold.

"To be honest hadn't really planned this far!" I admitted "Normally I just tie her up, take some photos and sometimes misbehave a little!"

"Want me to take the pictures?" He offered.

I thought for a moment. We have got hundreds of great shots of Jane nude, bound and writhing in her bondage, even a few sex selfies but we'd never had any decent pictures of the two of us.

"Sure!" I agreed "Why not?"

A few minutes later Jane emerged from the tent, she'd done her makeup. I smiled, she always wanted to look her best when we took pictures.

"Are you guys ready?" She grinned, throwing Scott the camera having clearly been listening to our conversation through the paper thin tent walls.

I glanced at my friend "We'd best not keep the lady waiting!"

Jane presented her wrists and I used the rope I'd brought with me to bind them. I stuffed as many spares in my back pockets as possible and handed the remainders to Scott. Looping a leash around my wife's bound hands I set off for the beach leading Jane behind me, a frequent click of a camera assured me Scott was not far behind.

After a few steps we reached the soft dry stand which which marked the end of the grass and the beginning of the sand.

A moment later Jane caught up, her face lit up with excitement.

"Come here..." I instructed as I pulled a rope from my back pocket.

Turning her around I wrapped the rope around her waist several times creating a rope belt.

"On your knees."

Smiling as she pieced together what I had in mind Jane lowered herself into the soft golden sand. I tied a piece of rope from her ankle onto the belt so she'd be forced to make her way across the beach on her hands and knees, once I'd tied her other leg in the same way I gave a tug on the leash.

My wife did her best to keep up but shuffling along on her knees it was not easy, the sound of the camera clicked as I led her down the sand towards the sea. I took a deep breath and sucked the sea air into my lungs. I could hear Jane panting, breathing heavily as she struggled to match my brisk pace.

We stopped a few metres from the waters edge beside a small round pool which would soon fill with the water of the rising tide. I dropped the leash and walked towards a large rock which made a convenient seat.

I propped myself up against the cold stone, a small circle of water surrounded the seat, waiting for the sea to return. Unzipping my jeans I slipped my erection out, my wife's eyes followed my arousal, waiting for my permission.

"Suck me..." I told her.

Jane made her way towards me on her hands and knees, wet sand formed round patches on her skin. As she reached me she reached up towards my cock.

"Ah!" I warned, not wanting the rough abrasive sand against my sensitive skin "Use your mouth!"

Obediently Jane returned her hands to the wet sand before lowering her lips over my cock.

"Fuck me..." Muttered Scott from somewhere over my shoulder. I heard the camera click.

"Be careful..." I warned as my wife raised her eyes to meet mine "Don't suggest thinks like that to her unless you mean it!"

I allowed my wife to continue to suck me until I could feel the beginnings of a climax building.

"Stop." I ordered.

I zipped myself back up and rose to my feet, often I did let her make me cum but today I had other priorities. Today was about fulfilling her fantasies.

I pulled the ropes from her body and set about retying her into a new, more restrictive bondage position. Jane flexed against the ropes I'd tied around her arms, I'd tied her wrists behind her back then wrapped more rope around her elbows pinning her arms together and preventing all movement.

"Stop squirming..." I told her "there's no way you can get out of that!"

I sensed my wife grinning, she knew from hard experience that I was telling the truth.

Scott's camera clicked as I crouched down to tie Jane's ankles, the pictures recorded every inch of her nude, goose pimpled body. The young man captured how her nipples stood to attention in the morning air, how she grinned when I cinched the rope extra hard, how her pubic hair flickered in the light breeze and how the tight ropes prevented all movement of her upper body.

A phone buzzed and I saw Scott checked his pocket.

"It's Abby," he told us "she's had enough watching and is coming down." He shrugged "I guess I'd better go and keep an eye out instead then!" He added apologetically. He glanced at my wife, her legs now bound just above the knees, his eyes searching desperately for somewhere safe to look before giving up and staring directly at her breasts.

"Smile!" He warned, snapping a final picture of us posing together before heading for the lookout point.


Part 4(added: 2016/03/09)

Jane looked up as Abby reached us, she was panting after her run and her face glowed red.

"Hi!" The young woman grinned as she looked at my wife "You look amazing!"

Jane didn't reply, unsure as to how strictly we were playing the Master/slave role, I smile. I wasn't going to whip her for speaking out of turn on a public beach!

"Shall I take a picture?"

Holding out the camera she clicked away as we posed, me in my warm clothes and Jane in her tight bondage.

Abby examined the ropes "I'm so jealous..." She hinted, she looked at me "Can you tie me too?"

I pulled my remaining ropes from the back of my jeans, I had three left. One I needed to finish tying my wife but the remainders were spare.

I glanced at Scott, away on the headland. Would he mind me playing with his Abby while he wasn't there? But he was! The entire point of him sitting there was so he could watch, the reason he'd switched with his partner was so she could join in.

"Not if you're dressed like that!" I replied.

Abby grinned and began kicking her socks and shoes off, wet sand slipped between her toes as she slid her jeans down her legs and kicked her panties to one side.

"Can you tie my arms behind my back like that?" She asked as she pulled her various jumpers and vests over her head and unhooked her bra.

I smiled, watching the white lace discolour as the dirty water soaked into it. "I can...But it's not comfortable," I warned "and if I tie you were going to be in it a little while."

Abby glanced at my wife, her eyes took in the stringent bondage which held her arms tightly together and smiled.

"It won't be a problem..." She promised me.

True to her word Abby didn't complain as I bound her arms behind her back, I tied her wrists together before moving up to her elbows.

I wrapped the rope tightly, forcing her upper arms together and holding them firmly with tight knots. After making a big deal of the tie I didn't want my friend thinking I'd over exaggerated. I loved how pulling her arms together made her boobs stick out. My eyes scanned my work along with the body of the woman I'd applied it to.

"Comfortable?" I asked.

Abby struggled against the restrictive bondage, I knew she'd be feeling pressure all through her arms and shoulders but she remained quiet. Maybe this young woman was tougher than I'd given her credit for?

"No..." She admitted.

"Excellent..." I smiled wickedly "Now go and stand next to Jane."

Abby walked to my wife who remained upright, fearful of moving lest she fell face down in the cold wet sand.

I picked up the camera from where it had been placed beside the pile of clothes.

"Smile!" I instructed as I snapped some pictures, Abby looked worried as I clicked away. I'm not sure she envisaged being photographed in this state.

"Don't worry," I consoled her "I'll made sure Scott gets a copy... He'll like them!" As will I, I thought to myself. Imagining wanking of over images of the duo one quiet night next week.

Abby blushed furiously and smiled. I saw her glance at her clothes, now wet from the waterlogged sand.

"Go and put them in the tent..." I told her.

The young woman glanced in my direction, fear showed in her face.

"Go on!" I repeated. I wasn't sure if Abby was slave material, but she if she was she would have to learn who was in charge. I was Dominant, she was submissive and she would follow my instructions as if they were her husband's.

I watched as the young woman crouched on one knee to retrieve the garments from the floor. With some difficulty she managed to grasp everything with her hands. Setting off towards the tent I watched as she dragged her clothes behind her caking them in wet sand and rendering them utterly useless for the ride home. I hope she brought spares!

"Now..." I muttered turning to my wife "What to do with you?" I pondered out loud and fingering the last piece of rope between my hands "I'm thinking a hogtie in the water? What do you say?"

Jane's eyes sank to the ground as she addressed me humbly, she'd picked up on the Dominant tone in my voice as I spoke to her friend and was aware of what was expected of her.

"If you wish sir..." She agreed.

By the time Abby returned from the tent I had my wife tightly hogtied with her legs up behind her and the her back in the iconic bow shape which makes the tie a thing of such beauty. Jane lay on her stomach on the sand, her head was back with her chin an inch above the wet surface and her body tied tightly to prevent escape.

"You have to teach Scott how to do that..." Abby muttered.

I ignored her, she was an observer now. This was between my wife and I.

Unbuckling my jeans I fished out my cock, my erection throbbed in my hand and I wondered briefly if Jane could suck me in that position. I decided not to lower myself into the sand, instead I stoked my length a few times. Pumping the organ up to its maximum size.

I kicked off my shoes and approached my bound wife.

"You look beautiful lying there..." I told her "I could stand and wank over you all day! It's only a shame you can't see me doing it..."

I smiled.

"You..." I looked at Abby, wondering how she'd react to the less personal instruction "Help me..." I commanded.

Despite her best efforts the young woman was not much help, the most she could offer was a foot, pushing Jane around in the wet sand and trying not to fall over herself. On occasion I'd take a step back, just to watch the futility of her attempts. And the bounce of her breasts.

After a minute or so we'd manoeuvred Jane into the small tidal pool which was rapidly filling now the sea was making its return back up the beach. We lay her on her side with her back to the water and stood a little uphill, I smiled as the first waves lapped at her backside.

Jane gasped in shock, the water must be freezing!

I pumped my cock once again.

"Does it turn you on?" I asked "Lying there while I wank over you?" Jane tried to nod but failed. "Knowing that seeing you, here like this turns me on?"

"Yes sir!"

I was playing a game, a game that my wife knew well but I was acutely aware that there was another participant here. I could sense the young blonde behind me watching the entire scene, I wondered if I should involve her any further.

A sliver of precum trailed from my cock and made its way towards the sand. I was suddenly struck by a magnificent idea.

I took a step forward.

"I'm going to stand here and toss myself off..." I told her. I glanced at the cold sea water which had crept its way up my wife's back and around her feet "But you know me... I don't like to be rushed." I caught her eye as she comprehended what I was planning. She trusted me. "And sometimes I can be downright stubborn!" I warned.

True to my word I began to play with myself, I watched in incoming waves encircled us. Freezing cold water rushed over my feet and my wife shivered as the ice cold sea climbed up her body.

"Don't you wish you were free?" I taunted "I bet you could make me cum in thirty seconds flat, you always do magnificent work when you're motivated!"

Jane closed her eyes, I knew this behaviour. She was slipping into subspace, willing herself to accept whatever challenge I decided on.

I felt the water rippling around my ankles, small waves were lapping against her ass and one of her breasts was submerged. I could see the hardened nipple an inch beneath the water's surface, it's shape distorting whenever a wave broke around my wife's bound figure.

Jane turned her head, moving herself into a more comfortable position and giving herself more time before her air supply was cut off by the rapidly rising tide.

"Shouldn't we be getting her out?" A voice sounded from over my shoulder. Abby was growing nervous, I smiled at my wife so our observer couldn't see. Jane wasn't heavy, at the first sign of distress I'd have her out of the water, over my shoulder and away to safety. She looked peaceful, trusting me to look after her, soaking up the fantasy of being helpless to my whims.

"It seems I'm being stubborn today..." I commented, not acknowledging the concern directly but reassuring her that there was nothing to worry about. "I may need some help..." I laughed "You're in no position to lend a hand!" I turned towards Abby, her skin was flushed against the cold morning air. "What do you think, do you reckon she could make me cum?"

Our friend's eyes widened, unsure whether I was joking, whether it was part of the game or if I was genuinely expecting her to assist me. Her eyes flashed to my cock, then to the helpless figure of my wife bound in the shallows.

"Do you think she's a good cocksucker?" I repeated.

"Yes sir..." My wife replied "She's boasted about it before!" I could almost sense Abby's pulse quicken as Jane spoke. The exhilaration took hold and she could only watch as my wife continued "Last night when we were walking..." a particularly large wave struck and threw freezing water over her body, she struggled instinctively against the sodden ropes for a moment before managing to resume her story "She told me that Scott's been tying her up and making him suck him. She told me she can make him cum in under a minute!"

I let out a sound to indicate how impressed it was.

"That's not bad," I exclaimed. My hand continued to work while I spoke. I glanced down at my wife, both breasts were underwater now and the sea was lapping around her neck. "How much longer do you think you have?" I asked casually.

"About a minute..." She estimated.

"Can you suck cock underwater?" I asked. I could feel my orgasm building now, I'd timed it perfectly. It was all I could do to keep the pretence up, to make the scene as intense as I could for the two women.

"Come here..." I ordered Abby "Get on your knees..."

I hid me surprise as the blonde obediently moved to my side and knelt in the shallows, her mouth was inches from my cock.

I smiled "Well look at that..." Ignoring Abby I took a step so I stood astride my bound wife, with one leg in deep water I hovered above her head, the only part remaining above the sea. "I don't need her help after all!" I announced as white cum erupted from the end of my cock and landed across my wife's unprotected face, over her hair and into the lapping seawater.


Part 5(added: 2016/04/03)

"I feel like I owe you an apology..." I began. We'd all dried off, gone to work and were gathered around Scott and Abby's dining table eating pizza.

"For what!?" Asked Abby, clearly aware that my sincere comment was directed at her.

"For the beach," I explained. I'd felt uncomfortable all day and the dinner had given my a chance to get it off my chest. The debrief had been my wife's idea, one I'd quickly rallied behind. "Jane and I do a lot of Master/slave role play, but we'd never done anything like that outside. Having you guys there made me feel a lot more relaxed and I slipped into the role... I know Jane liked it, I know you were happy being tied up but suggesting that you should give me a blowjob..." I paused "that wasn't appropriate."

Abby blushed, she was about to speak when Jane cut her off "We have a rule on conversations like this," she explained "complete honesty. If I tell him what I think he wants to hear he never finds out what I really like..."

Abby grinned "Oh believe me, I'm always honest about what I like!" She turned to me "You did throw me a bit." She admitted "First you sent me off to the tent... I was terrified, what if someone saw me!? But then I remembered that's what Scott was there for. I relaxed a bit, walking around outside, tied up... It was awesome!" She grinned and I took a sigh of relief.

"The stuff by the water, wow... What a different side to you!" She grinned "I've never seen you so masterful! The way you ordered us around, the way you made us wait while you wanked. It's a good job I was tied up or I'd have jumped you right there!"

I laughed "So you're not angry with me?"

"Nah..." She smiled reassuringly "Truth be told I was a little disappointed you didn't follow through on your threat." I grinned awkwardly, having her blow me on the beach had never been a realistic prospect. The suggestion had been purely to drive her emotions. "I'm not sure how your husband would have felt about that..." I replied, glancing at Scott.

The young man laughed and threw his hands wide "It was strange, watching rather than being there... Like watching some internet video!" He chuckled "I have to say, I thought it was the best porno I'd ever seen. I couldn't help egging you on at the end!"

"I guess you should have made her help you out!" teased Jane, I felt myself growing hard beneath the table and shuffled surreptitiously to move my cock into a more comfortable position.

I thought for a moment "What would help me..." I began, realising that I was making the massive assumption that the four of us would find ourselves in a similar position again in the future. "Would be a better idea of what you would and wouldn't be comfortable with. A list? Something I could work off..."

"The problem is of course," Abby pointed out, linking hands with her husband as she spoke "that neither of us have any idea what you're going to say or do. When you planned the beach you hadn't thought of that thing with the tide... When I ran arrived you hadn't decided you wanted me to suck your cock!" The organ in question twitched as it was being discussed "But this is all..." She paused for effect "fucking marvellous kinky stuff! I can't give you a list of what I do and don't want you to do because I don't have any idea what you're going to come up with next!"

I pulled what I hoped was a thoughtful face, she was a smart lady!

"But this is the point of a safe word..." My wife pointed out. Abby was not the only one!

"A what?" Asked Scott.

"OK, say he's got me tied up and we're playing some scenario where I'm a cute little schoolgirl and he's a sex crazed maniac who's taken me off the street..." I looked at Jane as she spoke, trying to work out just how many of our sex games she was going to disclose tonight "I cry out something like 'Stop, stop, please stop!' How on earth is he supposed to know whether he's hurting me, or if I'm pretending to be the schoolgirl?"

Abby nodded her understanding "So you arrange a word you'll only say if ere really is something wrong. Something obscure which wouldn't come up normally..."

"Actually a lot of couples just use 'red'" Suggested Jane "Better something simple than some crazy word you'll all forget in ten minutes. If you want there's also 'Amber' which is 'I'm not really comfortable with this'."

Scott rubbed his chin "I think it's a good idea, so if you suggest she blows you and she's not happy then she says 'red' and you'll know she'd rather not."

Jane nodded "But it also goes for you... And me! Abby could be as happy as anything, but someone suggests something which we're not ok with. We can let them know without having to shout 'Get the fuck off her!'.

Scott nodded "Let's go with that then!" He agreed.

"You seem relieved?" Commented Scott. The girls had drifted off to watch television leaving us to talk about cars, power tools and sports. It hadn't taken long for the topic of conversation to migrate into something more interesting.

I didn't answer, I nodded somewhat nervously and waiting for the subject to move on again.

"Worried that Abby was going to tell me what you'd suggested and kick the shit out of you?"

Yep, that had been my worry in a nutshell. I forced a laugh "Something like that!" I admitted.

He grinned "I know she's all smiles and giggles but she's not as naive as she pretends to be. And if you ever do suggest something she's uncomfortable you can be confident that she'll either use your safe word or just tell you to go fuck yourself."

I grinned "That's a relief!"

Scott continued "Since we started doing this stuff you know what I find the strangest?"

I shook my head.

"So many parts of a normal day, so many things I'd never considered before suddenly become kinky... There was a girl in the office today, sweet young thing, I've worked with her for almost a year. She was sat on the opposite side of the board room table from me and all I could think was 'She could have a Japanese Karada on under that blouse and no one would have any idea!'"

I laughed "I've had that thought a few times myself..."

"Have you ever?"

"What? Sent Jane to work with a Shibari tie?" I smiled "Once or twice!" I admitted "We like to do that sort of thing under a thick winter coat and nothing else..." I revealed.

Scott went quiet for a moment.

"You're trying to think how many times you've seen us out in the snow with boots, bare legs and a thick coat aren't you!?"

"Yep!" He admitted.

"Yes," I informed him "several times."

I let him dwell on the information for a moment before continuing "So is it just the girl at work or..."

He laughed "No, he admitted.... I was fitting our new shower over the weekend. Even that got me hard!"

"What the fuck is erotic about a shower?" I teased, assuming he meant more than the simple shower fuck which every couple must experience at one point or another.

"Come and see..." He suggested "It's a fucking kinky shower!"

I had to admit, once we were upstairs and I saw the rainfall shower over the bath I could see the potential.

"All day, all I could think of was how we could use the thing on the girls..." Scott explained.

"Nice idea..." I agreed "sit them in the bath?"

"Actually I was thinking stand them up, back to back. I saw a picture online where they used a piece of wood between them to lock their arms together. Turn the water on, see what happens..."

I chuckled, to say he'd only been experimenting with bondage a short while the guy had some good ideas. "You know what's going to happen, they're going to stand there ass to ass and get wet... you can mess with the temperature, make the water really cold if you're feeling particularly mean!"

"I had thought of that!" He grinned.

"And?"

"And what?" He was puzzled, I decided to enlighten him.

"Ok, so you've got them there, they're both tied up and soaking wet. We've got the sort of boners which break belt buckles... What happens next?"

Scott remained silent.

"At some point we're going to have to test their safe words..."

"What do you mean?" He asked, I could sense the concern in his voice.

"Well, if it was me... Jane and I at home I'd tie her up, soak her through with the shower and finger fuck her until her legs gave out..."

My partner in crime nodded slowly "I can see them enjoying that..." He agreed.

"My only concern is whether they'd go for it..."

Scott shrugged and pulled out his phone "If you don't ask..." He hit send "you'll never know!"


Part 6(added: 2016/04/03)

I heard the sound of laughter, hushed voices and then movement from downstairs. A minute later Jane and Abby burst into the bathroom without a stitch of clothing between them.

"What on earth did you put in your message?" I gasped.

Scott shrugged.

"He said..." Jane began "'if you want to take inappropriate to a whole new level then come upstairs. You won't need your clothes!'"

My mouth dropped and Scott laughed "It doesn't always work but when it does..."

I looked at the two nude women, the one I married and the one I now seemed to tie up on a regular basis and saw exactly what he meant.

"So where do you want us?" Asked Jane.

"In the tub" Scott replied.

I stepped back as the two young women moved one by one.

"No, no... Stand up!" He explained as Abby began to lower herself into the bath.

I watched as he arranged our wives back to back, I smiled as their asses pressed together. He tied their hands in front of them in what I'd describe as rope manacles, knots around each wrist with a loop to the front to prevent too much movement. From a conveniently located airing cupboard my friend produced a piece of wood, like a garden cane or stair bannister. I wondered briefly where it had come from.

I could see what he was aiming for. I'd seen similar ties many times online, often with bamboo where the women's elbows held were held back by the strong wood locking the pair together. Scott was having issues, had I known he was intending to try this approach I'd have tried to warn him off. I'd assumed he was planning on using some sort of vertical pole or perhaps a double sided stock of some kind. I'd tried to mimic the elaborate shibari bamboo bondage myself, it's very hard!

I could see the girls growing restless as he tried desperately to secure them in place, what had started as an exciting game was rapidly becoming dull. With boredom came reluctance and before you knew it we'd all end up back down stairs knitting and discussing the merits of various brands of tea.

It was Jane who salvaged the moment, she was obviously eager to rescue her friends waning confidence and reignited the game with an idea of her own.

"Can I make a suggestion?" She asked hesitantly.

"Sure..." Replied Scott, somewhat relieved by the break.

"Instead of tying us back to back, why not turn us around?" She proposed "Put our arms around each other?"

Instead of explaining my wife slipped her bondage without too much difficulty and turned to face her friend. Taking a step forward so her body was pressed up against Abby's she wrapped her arms around her embracing the young woman tightly, she waved her hands behind her partner's back to illustrate the freedom she proposed we remove.

"Like this..." She suggested.

I swallowed.

"Umm..." Tried Scott, also failing to think clearly.

"That could work..." I managed to stammer out.

"Great!" My wife replied as she helped her friend escape from the rope manacles "Tie our wrists then the top and bottom of our legs?" She suggested.

I was acutely aware that we were being played as I began tying the two pairs of ankles together. We'd planned to shock the women and they had in turn decided to render us dumbfounded like a pair of schoolboys presented with their first pair of boobs. We needed to regain the upper hand here, to remind the ladies exactly who was in charge.

That was easier said than done however. As I checked the rope my friend had tied around Jane's wrists I was compelled to watch out of the corner of my eye as the duo teased us, pressing their breasts against each other ever so subtly but enough for any red blooded male to suffer from weak knees and a firm cock.

Eventually, somehow we managed to complete our bondage. I smiled with some satisfaction as I examined the pair. For all of their taunts they were going nowhere, rope bound their wrists and ankles and a second loop ensnared each girl's upper thigh holding their hips tightly together.

"Not bad I suppose..." Admitted Abby reluctantly.

I knew Jane had put her up to this to taunt us, I was having none of it.

"Well if you're not sure..." I started as I reached for more rope.

I had half a mind to put a crotch rope on the pair, to watch as Abby discovered the sensations of the harsh rope rubbing against her sensitive clit, to watch as the friends brought themselves off using nothing but the bondage which held them captive. I relented, Scott had other plans for our wives' orgasms and rope against their pussies would only inhibit access.

Instead I looped the rope around the women's neck. I sensed Abby take a sharp breath, now I'd got her attention. The young woman needn't have worried however, a single circle of rope held both Jane and Abby together, looping around the backing their necks before crossing back to the other. There was no pressure on either woman's airway, they were perfectly safe. What the rope did achieve however was limit how far each could pull away from the other, where before they'd been able to lean backwards and open a little space between them, now the pair were held in place, the tips of their noses half an inch from touching.

"Blindfolds?" Suggested Scott.

I examined the pair, tied together like a reflection bound to its mirror. They'd feel more, take in more of their surroundings if they couldn't see. The only downside I could see was if the black fabric was ruined by the cold water I intended to allow trickle over the two women as we finger fucked them.

"Sure," I agreed "why not!?"

I pulled out my wife's ponytail as Scott applied the blindfolds, her long dark hair fell loose as she shook it free. I removed her glasses before her world was plunged into darkness, her sight enveloped by the black fabric cloth.

I turned the tap ever so slowly as Scott fished for a pink vibrator. I smiled, it was a shame I didn't have the time to run home and collect my wife's favourites from her toybox.

A large drip of ice cold water fell from the shower. I watched as it tumbled through the air, missing both girls' heads and falling onto Abby's left breast. The young woman shrieked freezing water ran down her front.

Scott turned the tap until the drip became a trickle and the trickle became a torrent. Water poured through the girls' hair and over their bodies. Abby pulled my wife close to her in an effort to steal some of her body heat.

Scott began to approach, wielding the vibrator he intended to use on his partner, I gestured for him to wait. He was too keen, rushing ahead to drive the action forward without taking a moment to stand back and appreciate the two beautiful women bound naked in the tub.

I smiled as my wife demonstrated perfectly the reason for my patience, the additional unpredictable fun which will arise if given the chance. Under the torrent of cold water Jane's blindfold had slipped from her eyes. Grinning at her ability to undermine our plans once again she rubbed her face against her friend's, Abby reacted to the touch moving her head to press her cheek against her fellow captive. Using a combination of friction and the weight of water Jane slipped off the blindfold until it hung uselessly around her neck.

Catching my eye and examining the tightness of my trousers Jane chuckled before whispering in Abby's ear. I couldn't hear what she said, the noise of the water blocked her words. Whatever she'd suggested however seemed to have a profound effect on the blindfolded blonde.

Abby turned her head, I watched memorised as the two women's lips met, their tongues entertaining and exploring as they continued, oblivious to us, oblivious to the cold water which continued to cascade over their shoulders.

I couldn't take it anymore, our wives were kissing like you'd expect from a pair of romantics. Each was taking their time, there was no horny guy going through the obligatory foreplay so he could get to the good stuff. They were unhurried, loving. I watched as Abby tilted her head to one side exposing her neck for Jane to decorate with small delicate pecks. I glanced at Scott, he clearly felt the same as I, this had gone on long enough. It was time to act!

As my friend turned the freezing water up to a more pleasant temperature I began to run my fingers up the inside of my wife's leg. She moaned beneath my touch but refused to suspend her explorations of Abby's lips, tongue and neck.

Slowly I drew my hand up the contours of Jane's thigh. I smiled as I explored deeper, her pussy was wet from more than just water! Above me I heard Abby groan as her husband used the vibrator he'd been threatening for some time, the small mechanical device buzzed inches from my hands. I hoped it was waterproof or she, and most likely I would experience a very different sort of electricity!

My wife threw her head back as my fingers entered her once again, she abandoned her attempts to keep the kissing up. I could feel both women shifting their weight, restricted as they were by the bondage, unable to support themselves without cooperation from the other. I glanced upwards, Abby's hands were grasping my wife tightly, her fingernails digging deep into Jane's unprotected back and if I moved my head I could see the reason. Scott's fingers moved in and out of her pussy like a piston, I watched as he brought the young woman to the peak of ecstasy before letting her release. Abby's body shook as she climaxed, her legs faltered forcing her friend to support both of them, a task made infinitely more difficult when I began stroking her clit tenderly with my forefinger.

I smiled as Abby swore loudly, her husband had been too generous. Jane was desperate to cum, I could feel her entire body fighting for the climax I was teasing it with. Imagine what we could achieve if I taught my fellow Dom about orgasm denial!

Seeing Abby begin to squirm once I again I increased my own rhythm, if our friend was capable of multiple orgasms then she may as well experience the second in unison with her companion in bondage!

Scott relieved Abby of her blindfold as I massaged Jane's g-spot. My wife gazed into the eyes of her dishevelled, sodden friend as the pair climaxed together. Both pairs of legs trembled as the women fought to stay upright, taking pity on them I released the ropes holding their ankles together. Freed from part of their bondage and unable to remain vertical any longer the pair sank into the bath, exuberant blue eyes met exhausted brown ones as the pair came down from their respective climaxes.

"Wow..." Abby managed to mutter between chattering teeth.

"You can say that again!" My wife replied.


Part 7 (added: 2016/05/18)

I pressed my hand against my mouth to stifle a yawn. It had been a long day, I'd set off to visit my company's clients before dawn but it had been dark for several hours when I pulled into our drive, the yellow light from the streetlight was my only illumination as I unlocked the door an let myself in. I was ready to be home!

"I'm back!" I shouted as I closed the door behind me and clicked the lock down.

"Can you come in the living room?" My wife replied. I put my bag on the floor and raised my eyebrows, not entirely sure what I was going to find.

My pulse quickened as I saw Jane, she was kneeling on the carpet in front of my favourite chair she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. Wherever this was going I was sure I was going to enjoy it!

"Can I help you?" I asked, sitting myself down and running my eyes over my wife's body. Lying on the floor between us were two items, one was a vibrator and the other a riding crop. I knew this game!

"I've done something..." She began, eying the crop nervously "something I probably shouldn't have..." She admitted.

I picked the sex toy from the floor and ran my fingers from the decorated handle to the folded leather which formed the end, I'd applied the crop to my wife's ass on more than a few occasion and enjoyed each and every time!

"What?" I asked, reclining in my chair.

"You know the Fictitious Slave story I showed you the other day? The one with the couple who went to the swingers party?" I nodded, smiling as I remembered the dirty work of fiction "I visit the site quite a lot and I like that author. I've emailed her quite a few times telling her so..." She bit her lip, I could tell she was reaching the part she was unsure about "We were chatting and I told her about some of what we've been doing recently. The visit to the beach, the stuff in the shower the other night!"

My pulse quickened, I was a little alarmed where this was going. "She asked me if I could write about us, about what we'd been up to..."

I flexed the end of the riding crop in my hand, I had a nasty feeling that this conversation was going to result in discipline for bad behaviour rather than a reward for honesty.

"So you're saying our sex life has been plastered all over the Internet?"

"Not really..." She explained "Gemma, that's her real name is extremely discreet, the stories are there yes... But there's no detail about us, who we are, she's not even written which country we live in!"

"Our names?"

My wife shook her head in astonishment, she seemed surprised I'd even ask the question "No! We've all got different names, even our appearances are vague..."

I felt my pulse return to normal, I'd been alarmed that our private life had been splashed across the web. Devoid of names, details and locations really all we'd shared were some fantastic kinky stories!

I smiled, balancing the riding crop on my knee and giving in to my curiosity.

"So we have different names?"

Jane relaxed, obviously feeling more confident that she'd come out of the conversation with an orgasm instead of a sore backside. For me the decision was still in the balance.

"So I'm Jane..." She began.

"Nice to meet you Jane!" I joked, my wife winked.

"Scott and Abby live down the road..."

"Really!? I'll have to meet them!" I teased.

She laughed.

"So who am I?"

"You don't have a name..." She replied.

"What? How can I not have a name?"

"You're the narrator," she explained "I didn't want to make up a new name for my husband!" She grinned "When Gemma said she liked writing in the first person, well you never got a name..."

"Hmmm..." I paused "We might have to change that! What do you think? Jack Cumming? Derek Slammer?"

"You can't name yourself like a pornstar!" She giggled.

I picked up the riding crop again, reminding her that my decision still hung in the balance "Can't I? Don't you think you'd like playing with Will Hung?"

Jane smiled with only a hint of eye rolling "How about Joe? Joe and Jane?"

"Fine..." I relented "But I reserve the right to have a good middle name!"

"As long as it's never written down!" She agreed.

I looked down at my wife, smiling as she squirmed on the carpet. She bit her lip, wondering what my final decision was going to be.

"So?" She asked, looking pointedly at the untouched vibrator.

"Take your glasses off..." I instructed as I swung the crop menacingly. My wife obeyed, acknowledging that she should probably have consulted me before sharing our private lives with a complete stranger.

"Hands behind your head..."

Jane interlocked her fingers and raised her arms.

Smiling I took the crop and began to explore my wife's inner thigh.

I love using a riding crop, it feels like a precision implement. Delicately I stroked the underside of her breast, flicking her nipple gently before running the cool leather between her legs and over her pussy.

I raised the crop from her sensitive skin, still undecided whether I was going strike her or not. A tone sounded from a mobile phone on the other side of the room, instinctively my wife's head turned as she wondered who had sent her a message.

I tapped her clit with the crop, reminding her that her entire attention should be on me.

"Ahh..." She gasped.

I knew she loved the gentle impact of the crop against her pussy, I'd never dream of actually hurting her but the sudden shock and the adrenaline which came with it excited her. I examined the top of the crop, the leather glistened under the light.

"This turns you on does it?" I asked.

My wife did her best to contain a smile "Yes sir..." She admitted.

I leaned forward so she'd listen to my verdict. "You should have discussed it with me first." I told her "But there's no harm done and I for one am looking forward to reading these stories!" I watched as Jane visibly relaxed.

"So you're not going to punish me?" She asked hopefully.

"No," I assured her. I gestured to the vibrator which lay untouched in front of her "because you told me." I smiled, she knew what I was about to say "You can use that..."

This was the part I enjoyed the most. I'm not really into punishment, don't get me wrong I enjoy giving a good spanking or playing with a flogger as much as the next guy but I'd much rather reduce my wife to a quivering mess with dozens of orgasms any day of the week. Smiling magnanimously I watched as she slid off her knees into a more comfortable position, picking up the vibrator she turned it on and set to work.

Leaving Jane to her own devices I made my way to the kitchen and selected a can of pop, it would take her a few minutes to get properly warmed up so there was no need to rush. Indeed when I returned to the lounge I found the young brunette propped up against the sofa with the vibrator on her clit and her spare hand grasping her breast. Pulling the ring pull I relaxed back in my seat and took a swig of the cool fizzy drink.

Jane's breathing was growing ragged, I knew her climax was not far away. Discarding the vibrator she licked her fingers to lubricate them sliding the slick digits over her pussy. Driven mad by her own hand she looked longingly up at me.

"May I cum now sir?"

I swirled the drink around and tried to judge how much I had left, I reckoned the can was still half full. I wanted to sit here a little longer yet.

"No..." I replied, without elaborating on my reason.

Jane groaned in frustration, the rhythm of her fingers slowed slightly as she realised that she may be in this for the long run.

"Less attitude!" I warned her "Or you may have to stop right now!" I warned.

Redoubling her efforts to be the obedient slave my wife picked up the vibrator once again, turned it on and slid it into her pussy.

It took another two rejected requests before I decided to grant my permission. Turning the vibrator up to full Jane went to work, forcing her to wait for climax had made her body overly sensitive and I knew she'd have to work extremely hard to recapture the missed opportunities.

I watched as she slipped her fingers inside her body, attempting to reach the magic buttons she liked me to press when I fingered her. The vibrator was on her clit once again, pressed to her and buzzing at its highest setting in an attempt to bring her off. Beads of sweat formed across her face and across her chest, a trickle ran from her neck across her breast as she refused to lower her tempo.

"Fuuuuck..." She cried out as the long awaited orgasm arrived. Jane's mouth opened and her toes curled as the climax hit her, crashing over her body and taking the last of her strength with it. My wife held the rigid pose for another moment as ecstasy flowed through her exhausted body before dropping the mechanical device to the carpet and collapsing to the ground.

"Thank you sir..." She managed to murmur.

"Don't thank me yet!" I replied "You still have to apologise to Scott and Abby!"

Looking nervously at me my wife staggered to her feet, unsure of whether I'd make her perform the same ritual in our friends' front room. I chuckled, although she didn't know it I thought a simple text would suffice... This time!

Picking up her phone I passed it to her. Wiping a bead of sweat from her face my wife examined the screen.

"Oh..." She muttered, somewhat startled by whatever the earlier notification had contained "it's Gemma. She wants to know when we're all meeting up next, apparently she wants to come and be a submissive with Abby and I!?"


Part 8(added: 2016/06/23)

There were many conversations over the next few weeks, some were about whether Abby should be made to spank Jane for disclosing our private lives but the majority revolved around how we'd feel if a stranger join us for a weekend. To relay each suggestion and worry could fill several chapters and would be incredibly dull reading, suffice it to say that we agreed and several weeks later Scott, Jane and I were stood in our kitchen waiting for a knock at the door.

Jane and I had offered to host the weekend at our house. I would sleep in our bedroom, Scott would take the guest room and the girls would sleep downstairs. Nervously we paced around the kitchen table. My wife was already naked, she's taken the opportunity to strip off while my fellow Dominant and I had stocked up on enough condoms, lube and other random essentials to turn our kitchen cupboard into a dodgy sex shop!

A knock started at the door and echoed around the near silent home. I looked at my wife, her eyes widened with an expression which portrayed fear and excitement in equal parts.

"Yikes..." She mumbled "Here we go!"

I watched my wife's ass disappear into the hall as she went to welcome our guest.

Scott and I listened in silence to the sound of voices as the two women introduced themselves, the five of us had agreed beforehand that we were going to run a proper slave house over the weekend. Jane, Gemma and Abby would be forbidden to wear clothes without our express permission and would be expected to obey our every whim, we in turn would aim to fulfil sexual desires they didn't even know they had!

I looked up as my wife returned to the kitchen "She's in the living room." She informed us.

Scott looked anxiously at the clock "Where's Abby?" He moaned.

Jane smiled "She did say she'd struggle to get away from work," she reminded us "she's not late yet. I'm sure she'll be here soon!"

I agreed, there was no point in getting worked up about an absentee submissive, our friend would join us as soon as she could.

"What's she like?" I asked, bringing the topic back to our guest.

Jane shrugged, the gesture made her breasts bounce "Pretty, nervous... She seems nice enough!"

"She's got balls to show up alone," commented Scott "I was sure her husband would want..." The sound of the front door opening broke his train of thought.

I wondered briefly if our guest had made a run for it but the quick padding of footsteps heralded Abby's arrival a moment before she burst into the room.

"Sorry I'm late!" She panted as she fought to catch her breath.

"Relax," My wife advised her "there's no rush..."

"But you'd better start taking your clothes off now." Scott suggested, he glanced at me "In the interests of making up for lost time!"

Abby threw her husband a look which implied that she didn't entirely believe his intentions were selfless. Nevertheless she began to strip off as she asked her questions "So is she here?"

Jane nodded, picking up her friend's trousers from the floor, folding them and placing them on the kitchen table "Yeah, she arrived a few minutes ago."

Abby unbuttoned the smart white blouse she wore for work and bit her lip "So far so normal?" She asked "She's not a crazy or anything?"

I laughed and let my wife answer "No," she replied as Abby unhooked her bra and threw it on table in the vague vicinity of her other garments "From the thirty seconds I've known her for she seems perfectly normal..."

Abby slid her white panties off her hips, let them fall down her legs and kicked them aside. Jane rolled her eyes and retrieved the delicates placing them on the haphazard pile. Abby ignored her obsessive tidiness, placed her hands on her hips and turned to me "Right," she declared "let's go then!"

The four of us entered the front room together, Gemma was unknowingly sat in my seat looking very nervous. She quickly rose to her feet as we entered, unsure where she should sit or even how she should act with us over the weekend. I smiled, casting my eyes over the young woman and appraising her. Jane had been right, she was pretty!

I took my seat, Scott selected a chair to my right and we evaluated our guest as she stood apprehensively in the middle of the room flanked by our wives.

Gemma was a year or two younger than us, she had light brown hair streaked with highlights which fell to her shoulders. Even fully clothed you could admire her physique, although not busty she had a healthy body and tanned skin, the sort which could only come from hours of outdoor sport. She was wearing a black zip up top which gave the impression she was about to climb a mountain, fitted blue jeans and black and white basketball shoes.

"Why don't you help our guest get undressed?" Suggested Scott. Obeying his instruction without hesitation Jane, then Abby began to help the young woman out of her clothes.

I paused when they unzipped the mountaineering top, the collar had been high and it hadn't been until Abby had lowered the zip that I saw the tanned leather dog collar concealed beneath. I wondered if any of my friends recognised it for what it was?

"You're a collared slave?" I asked.

Gemma caught my eye and smiled nervously "Yes sir..." She confessed, "My husband, my Master... He wanted me to wear it." She explained.

"And he is ok with you spending the weekend here?" Asked Scott.

Gemma nodded, raising her arms so Jane could pull the navy blue vest over hear head.

"Yes sir," she replied "He's away with work. I told him how much I wanted to come and he agreed, as long as we stick to the hard limits list."

I smiled reassuringly "Don't worry," I told her "it's very important that we don't do anything you're not comfortable with. If we're pushing too hard you remember your safe words?"

"Yes sir..." She confirmed.

I had to admire the discipline of the young woman, she obviously had a Master/slave relationship with her husband and was testing the waters here. She was a little more formal than I'd have liked but that would most likely fade as her confidence grew. For me this weekend was about enjoying ourselves, not training Gemma to be a better submissive. I thought back to the list of hard limits and likes she'd supplied. Intercourse was a hard limit, not unreasonable given she was married. She didn't want any anal play, any punishments which would mark her skin and definitely none of the more extreme fetishes. She liked sucking cock, everything about cum and want to experience the attentions of two guys. She'd also said she had very little experience with women and hoped that this weekend would give her an chance to explore. I hoped we could provide the opportunity!

Gemma was naked now, she looked even better out of her clothes and I could feel myself growing hard as I looked over her body.

"Abby," I began, looking at my friend's wife and catching everyone off guard "have you ever been in a savage fold?"

The young woman looked startled "Erm, no..." She stammered "at least I don't think I have..."

I turned to her husband "I think it's my favourite position..." I commented "Do you know how to tie it?"

Scott shook his head "We've never done it..."

"Erm... Sir..." Interrupted Gemma, I turned my attention to her "I do..."

I smiled broadly "Great, you can tie Jane and show Scott how it's done."

The young man raised an eyebrow as he stood up "I thought you were supposed to be a submissive?"

Our guest looked apologetic a redness grew in her cheeks and spread under her collar to her chest "Yes sir," she agreed "but my husband has tied me up a lot... and I've tied myself a few times under his supervision."

Scott shrugged "Fair enough!"

I reclined as the lesson progressed, Jane had obviously enjoyed the position before so she could aid Gemma as she applied the ropes to her body. Every so often the duo would comment on Scott's progress, perhaps pointing out where he'd failed to cinch a rope or suggest a way he could make the tie a little more comfortable. Being taught by a submissive I realised brought a new perspective to the bondage, instead of thinking about accessibility, fuckability and safety you were constantly reminded that the more comfortable the tie was the longer she'd be able to endure it. Once both women were bound to my satisfaction Scott returned to the sofa and Gemma knelt on the floor beside her submissive sisters.

"Tell me about your writing..." I instructed, trying my best to ignore Abby who was squirming beneath her ropes with her nose an inch from the floor.

"I started it when I was at university, I used the name Fictitious Slave so I could publish them online and people wouldn't know it was me." Gemma explained "When I met my husband and we got to know each other I showed him some of my stories. He encouraged me, and I've been writing bits and pieces ever since..."

"Is it all based on real people?"

Gemma shook her head "Most are pure fiction, some like yours are based on what people have told me. Some start as fiction and are then played out between my husband and I."

I rose to my feet and crouched in front of Abby. She couldn't move, a length of rope connected her neck to her crossed ankles preventing her from escaping. Gemma and Jane knew what was coming but the relatively inexperienced blonde had no idea, taking hold of her shoulders I rolled her onto her back displaying her pussy to the world.

"Ah!" Abby cried out as she found herself in the new position.

"Don't worry... I told her "You'll love this..." I promised.

Quickly I flipped my wife onto her back beside her friend, I couldn't help noticing both girls' pussies were glistening with excitement.

I sat back down and turned my attention to Gemma "In your letter you said you'd had limited experience with women..." I reminded her.

Our guest looked at me, wondering what I was expecting her to do. I smiled, I didn't know the young woman well enough to judge her limits yet, I wanted her to show me what she was prepared to experience.

"I haven't sir..." she admitted.

"Well there's two pussies there..." I replied, stating the obvious "they're all yours!"

The young brunette shuffled apprehensively across the floor while keeping on her knees. Scott and I watched as she positioned herself between our wives, slowly she extended one hand towards Abby. The blonde's freshly shaved pussy glistened with arousal as Gemma ran her finger along the delicate folds of skin.

"Ohhhh..." The young woman moaned, gingerly Gemma stroked the button of the bound woman's clit, the action caused Abby to shudder and strain against her ropes.

Emboldened by her explorations our guest extended her finger and slid it deep into my friend's pussy, Abby let out a moan and let her head fall back against the carpet in a cascade of blonde waves. I watched, rock hard as Gemma leaned in close, her lips were less than an inch from the shining pussy. Deliberately she extended her tongue and began to lick the sensitive flesh.

"Don't forget Jane..." I warned, amazed that I'd managed to find any words at all. The scene which was unfolding before me was more than I'd ever expected, ever fantasised about.

Taking heed of my caution Gemma repositioned herself so she could slide a finger into each woman in turn, it was Abby however she lavished most of her affections on.

The blonde groaned as Gemma's tongue resumed its exploration of her pussy, she struggled briefly against the rope before sinking back, content for now to be held by her bondage.

"Fuck me..." She cried out, her head rolled to one side and she met my wife's gaze.

"Fuck me sideways..." Jane gasped in reply, obviously enjoying Gemma's explorations as much as her friend.

"If I'd known being a submissive was all about lying back and ahhh..." She gasped as Gemma nibbled gently on her clit.

"Oh fuck!" Jane exclaimed as the explorer moved her hand and found a different angle.

"Are they ready?" I asked.

Gemma turned to me, briefly puzzled by the question. Quickly she realised what I was asking, examining the wrinkled skin on each of her middle fingers she smiled "Yes sir!" She assured me.

I turned to my friend "Do you think you can do that tie again?" I asked, Scott nodded "Three triplets all tied the same way!"

He smiled "I'm sure I can work it out..."

"Give them both a kiss then..." I instructed Gemma.

The young woman made a move towards Jane's head "Not there..." I instructed "I want you to taste both of them!"

Gemma grinned and approached the women from the other end, she lowered her lips and kissed each pussy individually, flicking her tongue over Jane's clit a few times in apology for not spending enough time with her earlier. My wife's moans illustrated how much she appreciated the gesture. Leaving Scott to tie up our final submissive I set off towards the kitchen cupboard to retrieve some condoms.

It didn't take me long to find what I was looking for. When I returned to the lounge Gemma was properly bound with her legs crossed, her hands behind her back and her neck pulled tightly down towards her ankles. I noticed that they'd used the loop of her collar to attach the rope around when securing the ropes which would hold her in a neat little fuck-package. As I entered the room Scott rolled her onto her back alongside her fellow submissives.

I offered my friend a condom as I knelt in front of my wife, he refused it politely.

"You fuck them," he suggested "I'll see if they're any good with their mouths."

Unzipping my flies I rolled the rubber onto my erection and slid it deep inside my wife.

Jane moaned as I began to fuck her. Gemma was to my right and Abby my left, catching her husband's eye I angled my finger so it was clear where I wanted to use it.

"Do you mind?" I checked.

Scott grinned "Be my guest!"

With no one to seek permission from before entering Gemma's pussy I slid the middle finger of each hand into each girl simultaneously.

Scott had knelt down behind Gemma's head. His cock stood to attention, showing off how exciting he found the whole experience. I could tell from the natural lubrication inside the three that he was not the only one!

As he moved forward his erection hovered over Gemma's face, he angled his body, teasing her and making her strain against her restraints to reach him.

After a moment or two he relented and shifted his weight so his cock was within reach, Gemma eagerly opened her mouth and allowed him to slide his erection down her throat.

We continued to fuck, my wife and I settled into a lovemaking routine which was so familiar to us I almost forgot that tonight was unusual at all. Jane closed her eyes as she slipped into subspace and I wondered briefly if she could hear Abby's moans or the sound of a wet blowjob coming from Gemma, I moved my hands in time with my cock so the two young women on either side of my wife could experience the same rhythm, if not the same passion as Jane.

Scott pulled his cock from Gemma's mouth with a loud slurping sound, like someone finishing off a bowl of spaghetti too quickly. Looking at me for permission he moved across to the next candidate, Jane saw his intentions and opened her mouth wide. Seeing how comfortable my wife was with the idea I nodded my consent.

Unfortunately for her Jane quickly discovered the meaning of the phrase 'biting off more than you could man chew', while not small Scott's cock was not overly intimidating but when combined with the fucking I was providing at the other end my wife found it increasingly difficult to manage. She persevered for a time, even eliciting some unconscious groans from the man who's cock she had her lips wrapped around but eventually Scott took pity on her and moved onto his final blowjob. I had no doubt that this was the one he intended to make the most of!

I watched as the young man slapped his wife a few times across the face with his cock. Abby turned in mock annoyance, trying to catch the rapidly moving erection and take it into her mouth before it could attack her again. Scott would alternate, dunking his balls in the blonde's face and forcing her to lick them before striking her with his dick once again. Eventually Abby succeeded and she slid him as deeply down her throat as she could, pausing only for the occasional breath she sucked him eagerly, refusing to give her husband a moment's respite.

I couldn't tell you which of us came first, or even second. Gemma's bit her lip, her muscles contracting around my fingers as Scott let out a loud groan. I heard the rhythm of my wife's breathing change, a sure indicator that she was close to climax and as if on cue I was tipped over the edge and gasped, releasing my load deep inside her pussy. Abby screamed with delight as her husband shot milky white semen into her mouth and Jane struggled and strained against her bondage as she too found her orgasm.

For several long minutes we continued to lie on the lounge floor, a mass of sweaty limbs, sticky fluids, knotted rope and heavy breathing until Abby managed to haul herself to her feet.

"And we've got a full weekend of this!?" She muttered, fighting to stop her legs shaking where she stood "That's going to be fun!"


Part 9 (added: 2016/06/23)

Scott and I had left the ladies in their beds. Gemma was curled up tapping away on her tablet, no doubt creating a story based on the experiences of the previous evening. My friend and I had summoned our wives upstairs multiple times through the course of the night for blowjobs, handjobs and (unless my ears deceived me) another good round of fucking. Needless to say the pair were still fast asleep, curled up with their eyes closed and soundtracked by Abby's gentle snores.

The dog beds had been my idea, in lieu of a slave bedroom I'd nipped down the pet shop and purchased three huge plastic beds for the women. The store attendant must have thought I was adopting three Great Danes! As I looked at the three sleeping beauties, each curled into a foetal position I had to congratulate myself on my devious mind.

Handing Gemma our instructions for the day my friend and I took our leave and set out off into town.

The plan was rather straightforward, we'd set the girls the challenge of deciding which amongst them had the biggest boobs, the best blowjob technique and the most flexibility. Scott and I would design a bondage position for each of them based on their agreed strengths. What we were struggling with was the practicalities, how do you design a position to take advantage of someone's oral prowess? More to the point how did you sit in a public cafe and discuss the topic!?

"Well..." My friend muttered quietly "She clearly needs something in her mouth."

I nodded.

"A dildo she can't escape from seems the obvious option." I suggested, wondering briefly which of our submissive group would be experiencing the position.

"So that's it!" Scott declared.

"It's a bit..." I paused "I dunno... Dull. Tie her up with a cock in her mouth, is that really the best we can do?"

My friend glanced around us nervously as passers by continued continued to enjoy their coffee and I suddenly remembered where I was.

"Boobs is easy..." I agreed, lowering my voice.

Scott nodded his head and repeated our earlier plan "Find something to tie her to, she can either stand on her tip toes or swing from her tits. Classic predicament..."

"Flexibility we're going to decide when we see what we can find in the DIY store but we've always for the fallback of a really brutal hogtie or something." I agreed.

"Which brings us back to the blowjob..." He pondered "What about... Is there any way to punish her for moving off the dildo?" He asked "A predicament where if she's deepthroating it she's comfortable but if she lifts her head..."

"Nipple clamps?" I wondered.

Quickly I snapped up my phone, I knew what we were going to do and what we needed to buy. It wasn't from a DIY store after all!

Navigating to the sports section I stopped at the badminton nets. Passing Scott the phone I described my plan.

"We need three of those poles they use to hang the nets from." I explained "One for each girl. For our blowjob queen we attach a dildo to the top at mouth height... Handcuff her hands behind her back or something. While she's got the cock right to the back of her throat we tie a loop of string around her neck, loop it around the pole... We might need to add a little arm or something," I shrugged "then tie the other end to a pair of nipple clamps." I grinned "While she's got the cock right down her throat she'll be ok... But as soon as she moves back the string will tighten and it'll pull on her breasts."

Scott grinned "Very nice!" He commented "We can use it for our boob girl too... We can just loop the rope over the top of the pole."

"And for the flexible one," I concluded really feeling like I was on a roll "we bend her over so her head is between her knees, tie her neck to the pole and handcuff her hands up above her head."

"I like it..." My friend concluded. My phone buzzed as he held it out for me and he chuckled "It looks like they're having fun at least!"

Taking the device back I read the new message from my wife. It showed Abby, stripped naked, grinning for the camera with her large breasts dunked into a pair of glass bowls filled with water. Her nipples were rock hard, obviously teased by the presumably cold water. I chuckled, I loved that they'd decided bra sizes had been insufficient and had decided to resort to water displacement to get an accurate measurement.

"Well it looks like they're having fun!" I laughed.

We left the girls to their own devices when we arrived home. We'd had no trouble securing two sets of badminton nets and set about modifying the metal frames into hardcore bondage apparatus. I popped my head around the door briefly at one point, concerned that the house had grown very quiet but was quickly reassured by the sight of Gemma trying to slide a dildo down the back of her throat.

All three submissives knelt in front of me eagerly, none had worn a shred of clothing since arriving last night and each watched with interest as Scott carried the three metal constructions we'd assembled into the lounge. My friend took the lead.

"So, who's be best cock sucker?" He asked.

Gingerly Gemma raised her hand, I made a mental note to test her confidence for myself before the end of her stay.

My friend led our guest to the first of the three customised frames and began to tie her in place as I turned to our wives.

"Boobs?" I asked. I had to admit, I'd had trouble calling this one when I'd been planning this in my mind. Jane wears a DD bra but her friend's chest is equally impressive, I wondered what the bowls of water had told them.

Abby blushed as she raised her hand. I smiled and led her over to the second frame. Scott was still a little nervous when it came to breast bondage so I'd offered to take this one. As I wrapped lengths of rope around the young blonde's boobs I felt my generosity had been well rewarded.

Once Abby had been properly suspended by her breasts, forced onto her tiptoes by the ropes which held her I turned to my wife.

"So I guess you're the most flexible?" The revelation was hardly a surprise, I'd tied my wife enough times to know flexibility bordered on contortionism at times!

Glancing over my shoulder I saw that my friend had finished creating the dildo predicament and was free to assist me in binding my wife. I was particularly impressed to see his improvisation, instead of tying the string around Gemma's neck he'd used the leather slave collar she already wore, he was learning! Bending my wife forwards at the waist I tied a loop around her neck and secured her to the pole. While Scott raised her arms upwards parallel with the metal and tied them there I slipped a finger into my Jane's deliciously exposed pussy, she was really enjoying the attention!

Moving to the wall I plugged in the mains powered vibrator Jane and I loved so much. My wife was in a very difficult position, it seemed only fair that she be rewarded with the best of our toys. Crouching on the floor between her and Abby I switched on the device and pushed the vibrating wand onto her clit.

Jane shrieked with delight as I pleasured her. I watched as Scott entertained our guest, producing a vibrator from his own pocket teasing Gemma so she gasped and swore around the plastic cock between her lips.

Seeing her husband occupied elsewhere I stroked Abby's leg with my spare hand. She trembled, whether due to my touch or the strain of her bondage I couldn't be sure so I slid my fingers further up her body and explored her smooth pussy. She was enjoying the experience almost as much as Jane!

My wife screamed as I slid my index finger into her friend's pussy. The extreme bondage and powerful vibrator had taken its toll and when the climax had arrived she'd stood little chance to suppress it. I briefly considered whether a punishment was in order, normally she'd be expected to ask for permission before giving in to orgasm. I decided to forgave her lapse, it wasn't like there was a textbook for this and right now I was more interested in eliciting tiny gasps of delight from her friend than resorting to corporal punishment.

Deciding to give my wife a break I removed the vibrator and switched it into my other hand. Abby fought to keep her balance as she raised a leg from the ground to allow the powerful device access to her clit. I smiled in delight as the vibrator, still shining with my wife's arousal made contact with the shaved pussy invoking cries of delight from its owner.

Abby lost her footing as she climaxed. I watched, mesmerised as she swung from her breasts for a moment before finding her footing. After moving the vibrator back into my other hand I slipped a finger inside her and began to attack her g-spot directly.

"No more!" Jane cried after her second orgasm.

"Not your safeword..." I commented, turning the device up a little higher as she struggled against her bonds.

"Ok... Ok..." She relented "Red..." It wasn't entirely unexpected. Jane had been asked to endure the most difficult position of all. Dropping the vibrator I dried off my fingers and cut her restraints with my stock safety scissors.

She caught my eye "I'm ok..." She smiled reassuringly "Now get back to what you were doing!"

Seeing Scott was still having fun elsewhere I turned my attentions back to his wife. With my fingers back in position and the vibrator turned up another setting Abby was putty in my hands. While his wife twisted and turned under the barrage of stimulation I took a moment to watch my new apprentice at work.

I had to say I was impressed, Gemma certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. The predicament was clearly taking its toll, saliva dripped from her mouth and across her breasts and her whole body shook in an effort to keep still. Scott was not doing anything to make this easy for her, he'd split her legs with a spreader bar and was currently working on her pussy with his little vibrator and a riding crop he'd picked up from somewhere. Forced to keep her head forward the poor submissive didn't know whether she could expect a pleasurable vibration or a stinging blow from one minute to the next. I smiled, it was amazing how devious some people could turn out to be!

"Here... Pass me that." My wife insisted, plucking the vibrator from my grasp. Turning the powerful device up to its maximum setting she took great delight in making her friend squeal and twist in a desperate attempt to escape.

Leaving Jane to finish bringing the poor young submissive to a final crushing orgasm I rose to my feet and set about tormenting her nipples by pinching and twisting them with my fingers. That, combined with the cunnilingus my wife was now providing proved to be enough to bring the blonde to an earth shattering, ear splitting, climax.

"Wow..." Commented Gemma, now freed from her predicament "It's things like that which make me wish I had bigger tits!" She exclaimed.


Part 10 (added: 2016/06/23)

Jane, Abby and Gemma lay on the floor in front of us. The scenario had occurred to me the previous evening when my wife had casually rolled over and started licking Gemma's pussy. As I'd sat there watching her eat out our houseguest I'd wondered if there was a way we could arrange all three women in a triangle of pussy licking lesbian bondage.

The implementation had been rather more straightforward than I'd expected. Each girl was tied in exactly the same way with a loop of rope around their neck, waist and left ankle. We'd laid each girl down and tied their foot up to their backside and their rope collar to the belt of their friend. Once we tightened everything up properly their head rested on their friend's leg and their lips on her clit. For good measure we we slapped a pair of handcuffs on each pair of wrists.

Scott and I watched as Abby's tongue lapped at Gemma's pussy, our guest tasted my wife and Jane explored every inch of Abby's delicate shaved labia. It was a thing of beauty to watch so I sat back in my chair as Scott read out the rules of the game.

"It's very simple..." He explained "This morning we asked each of you to write down how you'd like us to finish off the afternoon."

I picked up the three pieces of folded paper from the table with interest.

"We only have time to do one..." My friend continued "The winner will be the girl who makes her friend cum first."

With the added incentive of having her fantasy realised each girl redoubled her efforts and began to pull out all the stops to make her friend cum before she succumbed to an orgasm herself. My favourite part of the scenario was that each girl would try to put off her own pleasure, perhaps indefinitely in a selfless effort to make her friend cum first. Leaving the girls to it I unfolded the papers and read each of my friends' most intimate and kinky fantasies.

Abby's paper described her lying back on the kitchen table. In her fantasy she'd take my cock in her mouth while her husband fucked her. There was no mention of what her two submissive companions would be up to, I guess we'd have to work that if she emerged victorious!

"Ah..." Gasped Gemma, momentarily overcome by Abby's impressive oral skills. Scott leaned in close, checking for signs of a concealed climax.

"Do we have a winner?"

Gemma shoot her head "No..." She managed to stammer. Taking a deep breath she focused on the task at hand and buried her lips back into my wife's pussy.

Confident that we had a few more minutes until a winner emerged I picked up the next fantasy. My wife wanted to express her exhibitionist side, she suggested we went into town to buy a set of venetian masks and a webcam. She wanted us to log onto an amateur webcam site and give the patrons a lesson in bondage, blowjobs and fucking they'd never forget! She'd even go so far as specifying the positions each girl should be bound in, she envisaged Abby in a strict hogtie, Gemma in a crab tie and herself in a kneeling position with her arms in an ambitious reverse prayer position.

"Ahhh..."

I glanced upwards to see my wife's hopes of attempting strenuous bondage live on webcam evaporate.

"Are you cumming?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Ahhh... Ahhh..." Jane gasped "Oh fuck yes!"

I smiled, disappointed as I was that we wouldn't be trying her fantasy it was always a pleasure to watch my wife climax. Her body tensed as Gemma coaxed a reluctant orgasm from her, try as she might she was unable to resist the stimulation our guest was providing between her legs.

I watched as she fought for another moment, desperately trying to avoid succumbing to orgasm but her body betrayed her.

"Fuuuuck..." She gasped.

I grinned "Nicely done!" I congratulated the young author.

The trio relaxed as Scott began the process of untying the them.

"Shit..." Abby complained "I thought I had that!"

"You know," I commented "for someone who claims she hasn't played with many women you certainly seem to know what you're doing!"

Gemma blushed.

"Hmmm... why do I feel like I've just been hustled?" Jane asked.

Whether or not Gemma had more experience than she'd confessed to was never established, we were much more interested in finding out what inappropriate behaviour our afternoon would contain.

"So," asked Abby "what are we doing?"

I shrugged, Gemma's was the one fantasy I'd not read. Quickly I scanned the page.

"Wow..." I exclaimed, passing the paper to Scott "it takes a seriously kinky mind to come up with something like that!" I grinned.

"So what are we doing?" Abby repeated.

I watched as her husband finished reading, I could tell he'd been as surprised by the filthy suggestion as I was.

"You don't need to know the details."

I smiled at my wife "Jane my love, will you go and find us to cocktail glasses?"

No doubt slightly confused by the odd request she nodded and left the room.

By the time she'd returned Scott and I were sat side by side on the sofa with our trousers around our ankles and one of Gemma's hands on each of our cocks. Behind her was the wooden coffee table on the other side of which sat Abby, waiting patiently and biting her lip as she watched Gemma's fantasy unfold.

"On the table please..." Scott instructed.

Obediently my wife placed the empty glasses on the wooden surface before kneeling beside her friend.

Relaxing back into the sofa I enjoyed Gemma's attentions as she continued to stroke my cock up and down. Her two handed technique was impressive, despite moving each hand in unison she seemed able to detect the subtle changes which indicated that I wanted her to work faster, slower or change her grip.

Raising herself up on her knees she continued to play with my friend while lowering her lips over my cock. Yesterday's boasts about her blowjob prowess had not been unfounded! I closed my eyes as I felt her slide my cock to the very back of her throat, her soft brown hair fell over me as she pressed her face against my stomach.

Slowly she released me, drawing my cock out of her mouth slowly, leaving lines of saliva behind her. Then, without warning she slid my full length back inside and began sliding me back and forth against the very back of her throat.

The sensations were too much to bear. Gemma obviously noticed the signs and reached for the glass which rested on the table behind her. I fought to retain my composure as the young woman pumped my cock, milking me dry and catching my creamy white produce in the cut glass vessel. I glanced at my wife as I continued to release jets of cum into the glass, her eyes were on my cock, I watched as she licked her lips in anticipation of the drink she would soon be served.

Satisfied that I had nothing more to give Gemma cleaned me off, sucking the last of the semen off my cock and leaving me to retrieve my own trousers as she set about harvesting my friend's cum into the second glass.

It didn't take long for the young submissive to finish her work, Scott was clearly as impressed with her skills as I had been! On the table in front of us rested the two glasses, mine in front of me and my friends to one side.

"Thirsty?" Gemma asked.

Knowing what was expected of them our two spectators shuffled into position, each eager to be served their partner's product. I grinned at my wife, enjoying the look of anticipation which dominated her face.

"All yours..." Gemma smiled, passing over the glasses but deliberately crossing over the servings so Jane held my friend's cum and Abby was presented with my own creamy offering.

A look of horror crossed the young blonde's face and I wondered briefly whether she'd prefer to use her safeword than drink my cum. I saw her torn by the decision until glanced at her friend. Jane, more than a little apprehensive was not about to be the one to shy away from a challenge. Taking the glass she glanced at the nude bartender "Bottoms up!" She grinned, raising the glass to her lips and swallowing Scott's cum in one.

Abby contemplated her own drink for a moment before making up her mind "Here's to a mind blowing weekend!" She toasted.


Part 11 (added: 2017/01/29)

Jane was naked and kneeling in the floor when I got home from work. Grinning and wondering what misdemeanour she had committed this time I took my place on the chair and waited for her to confess.

"What have you done the time?" I asked, my eyes landing on the vibrator and cane she'd placed on the floor beside her. Wow, if she'd wheeled out the cane she must be feeling guilty!

Jane looked nervous and knew she was thinking of the method of punishment she'd provided. "Gemma sent through her story inspired by the weekend..." she explained "and it was.... erm, I mean I..." she paused "I masturbated over it..."

"Did you orgasm?"

She nodded in confession.

I thought for a moment, then smiled as I decided on the best course of action.

"Go and get me some rope." I instructed.

My wife disappeared upstairs as I picked up a few bits and pieces necessary to complete my plan.

As soon as she returned I tied her hands into a strict reverse prayer and wrapped a crotch rope around her waist and between her legs to hold the vibrator in position on her clit.

Jane grinned in anticipation of what was to come but I suspected she wouldn't be smiling for long.

I dropped a notepad on the floor and held out a ballpoint pen for her to grasp in her mouth. Taking the pen from me she dropped to her knees, anticipating what my instructions would be.

"Were you ever given lines at school?" I asked "Of course you were..." I answered my own question "a naughty girl like you!"

I turned on the vibrator and noticed the immediate effect it had on the beautiful young woman.

"I want you to write... 'I will not cum.' On every page of that notebook." I told her, deciding to be nice and omit 'without permission.'.

Jane's eyes widened, I wasn't sure if it was because of the number of pages she'd be forced to scribe or the effect of the vibrator was having on her body but in either case the view was delightful.

Accepting her punishment Jane knelt on the floor, gripped the biro between her lips and began to write. Her ass bobbing back and forth in the air as she worked.

Leaving her to her task I headed into the kitchen and picked out a beer. The confessions game was a lot of fun, Jane liked to play because she enjoyed the uncertainty of what I'd decide. I loved the feeling of control as I selected the perfect punishment for whatever crime she owned up to.

Returning to the lounge with the green bottle in my hand I sat down in my favourite chair and watched as Jane continued to write. I really was a delicious sight, my wife fighting not to climax while she bent over the small notepad. Her erect nipples stroked the carpet as she moved back and forth. She was doing quite well, she must have filled half the pages with an untidy approximation of the lines I'd set her.

"Careful!" I cautioned "I have to be able to read it!"

Instantly my wife's writing slowed, I chuckled to myself. In truth I'd not even seen the quality of her oral writings!

I stroked myself a few times as Jane drew towards the end of the book. The sight of her arms trussed up in the severe position had made me rock hard and if she was preoccupied I'd have to take matters into my own hands...

Jane gasped as I turned up the vibrator. It was cruel, she'd nearly finished the challenge I'd set but I wanted her to really work for the last few pages!

Finally, struggling with the effort Jane turned the final page with her nose. Smiling with relief she saw the instruction I'd penned for her.

Spitting out the pen she read the words aloud "You can cum..."

Lying back on the floor she stained against her bondage, it didn't take long. The orgasm crashed over her as she embraced her reward.

A few days later Jane had arranged to go out with some friends so I invited Scott and Abby around for the evening. Initially I hadn't intended any funny business but before long the young blonde was kneeling on a dining chair with her hands and feet bound, her pussy being used by her husband and her mouth working hard on my cock. I loved how her tits bounced each time Scott drove himself into her.

"So we've been talking..." Scott announced, changing his tempo.

I suddenly felt nervous, this sounded a lot like the conversation I'd expected a few months ago shortly before they decided to bring this crazy arrangement to an end.

Apparently sensing my tension Abby raised her head "Don't worry," she assured me "nothing's wrong!"

Scott reached forward and pushed her head back down onto my cock "Don't talk with your mouth full!" He reminded her.

I chuckled as my friend continued "I've taken a new job recently," Scott informed me "there's a lot of travel involved so I'm not going to be around as much. I didn't think that would be a problem, but I want to mention it so you're comfortable playing playing with Abby while I'm away."

I nodded my understanding, I appreciated the fact they were telling me this so there would be no awkwardness.

"In other words," Abby expanded "don't leave me on my own too long..."

I ignored her and pushed her head back onto my erection.

Scott laughed and continued to move back and forth inside his wife.

"Also, Abby has told me that she's more than a little disappointed you haven't fucked her yet..." seeing the woman in question about to speak once again I placed a guiding hand on the back of her head and kept her at her work.

"Well to be honest..." I began, momentarily distracted by the young woman's retaliatory tongue motions "I wasn't sure how you'd feel about it."

Scott looked business like, I made an effort to meet his eye and ignore the fact that he was buried in his wife.

"The next time she's round here I expect you to fuck her brains out!" He stated as clearly as he could.

I wondered briefly if my friend would ask the same boom of my wife...

The thought was driven from my mind as Abby redoubled her efforts. Her head bobbed up and down on my cock as she worked to bring me to climax, her husband apparently had other ideas and continued talking.

"There was one other thing..." he continued, his voice suddenly awkward "I'm not really," he tried again "I want..."

I waited for him to continue, enjoying his wife's efforts as he decided what to say.

"I don't want to Dom," he blurted out "I think when I've been thinking up I've been imagining what I want to happen to me..."

He looked awkward, as if he'd confessed some deep secret... which I suppose he had!

"Ok," I replied.

"I'm not sure what that means..." he added.

"Me neither..." I confessed "I'm not planning on making you do this!" I gestured down at his wife who continued to suck me off while listening intently to our conversation.

"I'm very pleased about that!" He laughed.

"But I'm sure I can come up with something..." I reassured him "I quite like the idea of you having to earn the reward of fucking your own wife!"

Scott's eyes widened slightly "Some sort of predicament I'd have to endure before we're allowed..." he considered.

We nodded in agreement, in any case with his new job it would be likely I'd have some time to construct a plan.

"With that in mind," I began "you'd best make the most of your current position!" I nodded to Abby's raised pussy.

And take advantage he did! Abby screamed with delight as her husband fucked her. Her mouth opened wide with delight as I climaxed, spraying cum across her face and through the target formed by her lips. Abby looked up at me, one eye partially closed by a large deposit of semen in her eyelashes.

"That... was... amazing!" She managed to gasp.


Part 12 (added: 2017/03/02)

It was a week or so later before we got together again. As he'd suggested may be the case Scott was away, I have to confess to being somewhat relieved... I wasn't ready to dominate a man quite yet!

Abby and Jane sat together on the settee. I watched the pair chatting away excitedly, very aware that they expected more of me tonight than my company and conversation.

"So I was talking to Bella..." Abby bubbled, eager to pass on the latest gossip "I was telling her about what we've been up to..."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Don't worry!" She assured me "I just said 'some friends of ours', I didn't mention your names. I thought I'd better talk to you first!"

"Talk to us about what?" Jane interrupted.

"Well it turns out that she's always had a secret fantasy of being a dominatrix. You know... leather, whips and so on. I thought it may be interesting to invite her along, especially if Scott wants to try something different."

"Bella..." I tried to picture her. An image of a smiley, plump brunette entered my head. I'd never pictured her as the dominant type. "Isn't she gay?"

"She's bisexual apparently," Abby explained "so she'd be just as happy playing with us as rewarding Scott with a blowjob."

"Definitely something to think about!" Jane declared, she looked at me "Now are you going to sit there and talk all night or are you going to tie us up?"

Abby's face broke into a grin.

I began to speak as the girls undressed "I don't know if Jane has ever told you," I began. Speaking more to Abby than my wife "but when I first started all this... I was always more interested in the bondage than the kinky Dom/sub stuff. When we first started going out all I wanted to do was tie Jane up and play with her until she'd orgasmed four or five times."

Jane grinned "Those were the days!"

By now the girls were naked, I knelt them down on the carpet back to back and began to frogtie them. "After a while I discovered that what I liked was the control... tying someone up and pleasuring them was very magnanimous but what was even more addictive was being able to choose whether or not she'd earned her orgasm."

Abby listened with rapt attention, apparently my wife hadn't shared my kinky motives with her. As I continued speaking I tied each woman's wrists and elbows behind her back. Then, for good measure I tied both pairs of elbows together.

"So, lets have a little fun." I grinned, sliding a huge pink ballgag behind my wife's teeth and buckling it tightly. "I'm going to fuck whichever of you escapes first." I explained "The loser will have to make do with watching..." Abby's sounds of surprise we're muffled behind an identical gag.

Reclining my fair I grinned at the two women.

"Get on with it then!" I encouraged. Instantly the race was on.

Both girls struggled, their efforts causing muscles to flex and breasts to bounce.

"'Op..." said Jane after another minute of futility "I ee 'on urk ooeethr. 'Eever ov ush ill eshape..." she argued, the sounds beautifully muffled through the gag. Abby nodded. "Aye ink aye an eech urr ans." My wife continued.

Sure enough, if the blonde flexed in a particular direction Jane could reach the bonds at her wrists. Slowly she teased the tight knots with her fingers and, eventually her friend slipped out.

"Can you reach our elbows?"

I looked up in surprise, I'd been so fixated on her hands that I'd not noticed the brunette had managed to force the gag from her mouth. The pink rubber ball hung loosely around her neck, glistening with wet saliva.

"Aye ink sho..." Abby replied, her gag still working perfectly.

It took some time but eventually the women managed to unravel the long loop I'd used to tie both sets of elbow bondage together. Now no longer held at each other's back their progress accelerated with Abby undoing one of the leg ropes which held my wife in a kneeling position while Jane picked the at the knots holding Abby's elbows together with her teeth.

For a moment I was concerned, I hadn't considered what would happen if the two submissive cooperated and escaped at the same time. Would I fuck them both?

I needn't have worried however, as soon as the blonde's arms were free the betrayal began.

I suspected that my wife had planned that as soon as she and Abby had freed their hands they they'd race to escape the remainder of their bondage and battle to place themselves on my lap in victory. What happened in reality though was as soon as Abby had secured some level of freedom she turned on her helpless friend, shoved her playfully to the floor and set about tying let tying her ankles together.

"What!?" Jane protested, squirming against her friend "Not fair!"

Abby ignored her, apparently satisfied that all underhand tactics were perfectly justified in a race to fuck. After convincing herself that my wife wasn't escaping she turned to me, unbuckling her own gag so she could speak clearly.

"Do you have another gag?" She asked "We don't want her slipping out a second time!"

I raised an eyebrow, glancing at the identical one she had just tossed aside.

"Don't you have one of those leather head harness things?" She pleaded.

Grinning and curious to find out what our neighbour had planned I rose to my feet and went upstairs in search of the requested kinky headgear.

When I returned Abby had escaped the last of her bonds and Jane lay on her stomach in what I suspected would soon become a hogtie.

I passed the victorious blonde the dramatic looking gag and returned to my seat.

"I don't know why you're looking so pissed!" I chuckled to my wife as her mouth was forced unceremoniously open and the red rubber ball was pushed inside. "She won fair and square!"

"Hee hun, eehos hi hunieed er haans..." she complained.

"Sorry... what?"

Even Abby looked confused. Allowing my wife to spit out the gag she granted my wife the opportunity to repeat herself.

"You only won," she repeated "because I untied yours hands!" She clarified.

Abby shrugged and replaced the gag "Well you won't make the mistake again!" She laughed "I've waited months to try out that cock..." she apologised.

The explanation that her friend had only betrayed her trust so she could sample my cock seemed to placate my wife somewhat. No longer resisting she allowed the young woman to buckle the head harness in place. She didn't resist when Abby picked up a final length of rope and ran it from her wrists, around her ankles, and tied it at the back of the head to pull her into an extremely strict hogtie.

"Wow," I smiled "you've not been in one that tight for a while! Comfortable?"

"Ho..." she replied "Hot harhicuarly..." she complained.

I shrugged and gestured for Abby to come over to me. The young woman grinned, her eyes widening with excitement. I reclined in my seat, offering up my erection to her.

The blonde lowered herself onto my lap, wrapping her legs around my back and holding me tight. Slowly she began rolling her hips back and forth, sliding herself up and down on my cock and driving me wild with rhythm. My hands made their way instinctively to her breasts, grasping the wonderful firm tits as they bounced deliciously in front of me.

I glanced guiltily over the blondes shoulder and looked down at my wife, bound naked on the floor, and looking enviously up at us. I threw her a wink but couldn't gauge her reaction, the short (and possibly rude) words muffled by her gag.

Standing up I lifted my partner in my arms. Gently I set her on the floor, turning her around so she crouched on her hands and knees, her head inches from my wife's frustrated expression. I wanted the pair to kiss, to demonstrate that there were no hard feelings as Abby and I fucked away. However with my wife's mouth wrapped firmly around the rubber ball of the head harness the vision was not to be. I had to make do with the look of longing from the brunette's eyes as I fucked her best friend right in front of her.

Abby matched my rhythm as I continued to slide myself in and out of her, her enthusiasm was obvious. She'd obviously waited for this for some time! I caught a reflection of her magnificent tits sleighing back and forth with our movements before I pushed her face down into the carpet and took over myself.

With my full weight pressed against her there was little Abby could do as I took her. She screamed in delight as she climaxed, her entire body tensing as the orgasm overtook her. I smiled contentedly, wrapping her blonde hair around my hand and tugging her neck back... she wasn't done yet!

It only took another minute for me to reach my peak. I pumped my cum deep inside her, feeling the warmth of her body as I erupted. Smiling, looking down at the exhausted pair who had collapsed next to each other I rose to my feet. That was a young woman I intended to make use of again!


Part 13 (added: 2018/05/27)

A few days later Lisa had joined us for what my wife had described as somewhere between an interview and a fucking session. For some reason inexplicable reason, Gemma had turned up. The young writer hovered in the doorway watching the conversation unfold, perhaps mentally making notes for the next chapter of her story.

Lisa had opted for a black leather catsuit and fishnet stockings. She stood, her knee height leather boots were less than an inch apart and she fought to keep the nervous expression off her face.

"So you want to be a dominatrix?" I asked.

Lisa nodded her head, clearly uncomfortable with so many eyes on her but finally found the courage to speak "I do..."

My eyes ran up and down her body, for some reason I'd expected her to be fat but my memory had betrayed me. She wasn't petite like Jane, or beach-babe like Abby, she was slim and fit. I admired the lines of her figure, my gaze setting on her small breasts, trapped helplessly inside the corset and wondered what size they would be if unleashed... B cup? C?

"Do you have any experience?" I asked.

Lisa's face fell, she broke eye contact.

"Relax!" I told her "This isn't an exam, I'm just trying to gauge your experience before I let you loose on my girls."

Instinctively the young woman glanced at Jane and Abby, each kneeling obediently beside my chair. I'd ordered them to strip before the dominatrix had arrived, I wanted to see how she reacted to the nubile young woman. The expression of sexual hunger on her face told me all I needed to know.

"In truth I don't have any experience..." she confessed "I've read huge amounts online and practiced bondage on myself and mannequins. But I've never tied up someone else before..."

"It's a little different..." I warned her.

"It's a little more exciting!" She replied. I because acutely aware that although this was my house I was dealing with an extremely intelligent young woman.

"Let's see what you can do then..." I prompted "Put Jane into a strappado."

My wife rose to her feet without further instruction. Keeping her head bowed she approached the visiting Dom with an air of calm.

Lisa on the other hand looked anything but tranquil, her cheeks had flushed, and her breathing had quickened.

I watched as she took a moment to steady her heart rate. Slowly she picked up the first length of rope from the arm of the settee and set about tying my wife's ankles together. I caught her quick glances towards the delicate line of pubic hair as she worked, the redness had not quite faded from her face.

Sure enough she tied Jane's ankles and cinched them properly. Next she moved onto her wrists, tying her arms behind her back.

"Don't be afraid to touch her," I advised, noting her hesitation "she's a submissive, not a statue. But don't forget this is for your enjoyment, not hers."

Heeding my advice Lisa ran her fingers across my wife's ass, smiling she glanced at the ceiling to confirm the location of the subtle hook and pulled out the final piece of rope.

I had to hand it to the young woman, for someone so inexperienced her ropework was very neat! Rising to my feet I ran my fingers across my wife's skin, taking a moment to tease one of her erect nipples.

"Very good!" I congratulated.

Lisa smiled, obviously reassured by my positive comments.

"Personally I'd have used a spreader bar on her feet so I had access to her pussy," I shrugged "but there's nothing wrong with your way." I hastened to add. I gestured to my second submissive "A shrimp tie for Abby I think..."

Lisa nodded "Would you like me to tie her breasts too?" She asked.

I grinned "Sure, why not!?"

I watched carefully, feeling my erection grow in my trousers as the young woman began to wrap rope around the blonde. Once again, her technique was practiced, if inexperienced. She struggled a little with the arm cinching and wound the breast wraps a little tighter than I would but overall her work was very good. She was definitely someone I'd work with, if she could accept that I was the dominant of the house.

It took about ten minutes for Lisa to complete the tie. By the time she'd finished Abby was bound helplessly on the floor, her nose practically brushed her ankles and I could image her breasts pressed firmly into the gap between her legs.

"Excellent!" I grinned.

Lisa beamed, clearly pleased. "Thanks, I've always wanted to tie someone like this..."

"Why?" I was interested what fantasies she held for my young submissive.

"Same as everyone I guess," she confessed "I want to rock her onto her back and make her cum!"

I laughed "Let's leave her like that for a little while," I suggested "make her earn it!"

I turned to Gemma, the writer hadn't moved from her position in the doorway. In her hand was a small notepad and I glanced a pencil sketch of my wife's predicament on the lined paper.

"What about you?" I asked.

She grinned "What about me?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I'm thinking something Japanese..." I teased "What about a nice tortoise shibari?"

She raised her eyebrows suggestively "I thought I was just here to watch?"

"Kinky!" I grinned "But I don't know what those two suggested." Glancing at the two bound women "But in my house we don't cater for spectators!"

She grinned, nodding her head in acquiescence "Shibari it is."

I returned to my seat and gestured for my trainee to continue. I was surprised how quickly I'd bonded with the young leather clad woman, she seemed to fill the void left by Scott in our little group.

"Take your clothes off."

I smiled at the growing assertiveness of the young woman. She had her back to me, I had to admit, her ass did look spectacular in those fishnets!

Her hands were on her hips "I won't ask again..."

Gemma was clearly enjoying herself. If she was going to be tied up by another woman then she was going to have a little fun first!

"Where do you want me?" She asked.

"There's good..." Lisa replied "But naked!"

"Naked?" The writer smiled.

"I won't be able to tie a decent crotch rope over your jeans."

Gemma was about to speak again when I interrupted her, as much as the battle of wits between the two women intrigued me I was ready to move things along.

"Don't argue with her," I instructed "you're a dominant, you don't ask... you tell."

Lisa nodded and changed tone of her voice. She was more confident and left no room for discussion "Take your clothes off."

Gemma, happy to assist me with my lesson stuck the notebook in the back pocket of her jeans, stepped forward, and began to undress.

Once all her clothes were piled neatly beside her the young writer offered herself to the dominatrix. Picking up a length or rope my apprentice got to work.

This time Lisa was less hesitant, I watched the writer shudder as the dominant ran her fingers over her pussy lips. She verified the ropes were positioned correctly and pinched her clit appropriately as the tortoise shell weave was applied.

I smiled, gesturing for Gemma to spin and show off how the decorative bondage crisscrossed her ass, stomach, and breasts.

"I'm impressed!" I nodded.

Lisa smiled.

"But don't go getting too far ahead of yourself," I warned "bondage is only the first of three aspects I want to see demonstrated."


Part 14 (added: 2018/07/29)

Gemma cracked a grin, wondering what else I had in mind for the audition of her new friend. Reclining in the chair I stretched out and indicated two of the three bound women.

"I want to see how you reward and punish your submissives..." I explained "Jane needs disciplining and Abby needs her mind blown..."

Lisa looked at me, unsure how to respond. Picking up a riding crop she approached my wife.

"What did she do?"

"Nothing," I answered casually "she's here to educate you. She will suffer until I'm satisfied you have what it takes!"

Looking somewhat apologetic the inexperienced dominant began to strike the young woman's unprotected backside.

"Not got enough..." I warned, bored by the feeble display in front of me.

Lisa tried again, striking my wife harder with the crop but I remained unconvinced. In an effort to salvage the situation I rose to my feet, I had the advantage of knowing my wife's limits and exactly how to press them.

"Untie her feet..." I instructed.

Lisa dropped to her knees as my hand made contact with Jane's ass. My wife cried out as I struck her, her backside already reddening beneath my touch.

I continued to strike my wife's backside until her skin shone a bright red.

"Your turn..." I instructed.

Lisa continued where I'd left off, laying a series of stinking slaps onto my wife's ass until tears began to form in her eyes.

"Better," I congratulated "now her tits."

Obeying my instructions Lisa raised her hand and struck Jane's breast. The sensitive flesh moved beneath her hand and I was impressed to see the delicate skin mark under her first touch.

"Very good," I congratulated, reassured that she'd thrown off her hesitation and was living up to the role she aspired to. "Now come here..." glancing at my wife I smiled reassuringly "Open your legs..."

Picking up the riding crop I began to demonstrate one of my favourite ways to use it. Gently I ran the suede end across Jane's pussy, pausing every so often to tap the delicate flesh gently. My wife moaned, then gasped before rolling her eyes back in her head as I teased her.

"You try..." I suggested, handing the crop to my assistant.

Smiling nervously Lisa ran the soft end over my wife as I'd shown her. Then, she attempted her first tap.

Jane flinched as the stinging impact hit home. A sound escaped her lips as Lisa struck her again.

"How hard can you hit someone like this!?" She asked nervously.

"Not very!" Jane gasped in response to a slightly harder strike.

I didn't say anything, merely stroked my wife's leg gently to reassure her to use her safe word if she wasn't happy. Knowing her as well as I did however I suspected the attention was turning her on far more than the pain was hurting her.

"Everyone's different..." I explained "You have to monitor your sub, see how she reacts and judge how far you can push her."

Emboldened by my tuition Lisa struck the vulnerable pussy once again, forcing a gasp and a curse from my Jane's lips.

"Five more," I instructed "and another two for the foul language." I caught my wife's gaze as she rolled her eyes. Quietly mocking my attempts to curb her potty mouth.

"Count for me..." Lisa ordered.

"One..."

Another strike "Two!"

Each time the young woman hit my wife the impact was harder "Three!"

"Four!"

"Five!" Jane's eyes were watering again, I wondered briefly if Lisa was working her too hard.

"Six..." sure enough that one seemed a little gentler, not enough for my wife to notice!

"Seven!"

Jane relaxed as far as her bondage would allow. It was time to release her, the strict strappado and beating would have been extremely draining. I watched with more than a little relief as Lisa untied her.

"Are you ok?"

Concern for her submissive, I was impressed. Gemma and Lisa guided my wife to the settee, gingerly she took her seat.

"Yeah..." she smiled.

"Are you kidding!?" I joked, worried for a moment that Lisa may believe we'd done anything other than satisfy Jane's kinkiest cravings.

Rising to my feet I approached the trio, easing Jane's legs open I encouraged Lisa to confirm my wife's arousal for herself. Shocked she looked at me.

"It's about knowing your submissives," I reminded her "you may have complete control but any sex is about giving everybody what they want!"

A voice chimed up from the floor "Speaking of which..." Abby interrupted from her position on the floor "didn't you imply I'd be getting some sort of reward!?"

Nodding my permission to Lisa I watched as she withdrew the exploratory finger from my wife, sucked it clean, then set about rolling our blonde captive onto her back.

Abby groaned as that same finger entered her. I could tell just by looking that the bondage alone had been enough to excite her, being forced to wait while her friend was the centre of attention had only added to her frustration. Lisa's finger moved back and forth into her pussy several times before a second one joined it.

Reaching around with her spare hand the dominatrix fished for one of the vibrators I'd supplied her with. When she discovered to her dismay that it was out of reach she gestured for our shibari bound guest to hand her it.

Gemma picked up the sex toy and crouched beside the duo, Lisa indicated where it should be applied, and Abby cried out as the device stimulated the very button of her clit.

Lisa grabbed the vibrator and used it in harmony with her fingers to bring Abby to an ear splitting, body shaking, eye rolling orgasm. The young blonde collapsed against her bondage, sagging against the ropes as the dominatrix removed the vibrator from her pussy.

She looked up at me "How good a girl was she?" There was a twinkle in her eye.

I smiled, knowing exactly what game she was playing "She was very good!" I replied, thinking of the fucking I'd given her so recently.

Lisa slipped her fingers back inside.

"Put your lips on there," she instructed.

Gemma lowered her mouth onto the overly sensitive pussy.

"Oh fuck..." muttered our prisoner.

I smiled, this young dominatrix would be a great addition to our little group. Assuming she passed my final test!

"You said there were three tests?" Lisa reminded me. I hadn't forgotten, she stood in front of me with her hands on her hips and a trio of exhausted women behind her.

"This is my house." I stated.

She nodded "Yes..." she agreed, not quite sure why the point needed restating with such clarity.

"I think you're great," I reassured her "but if you're going to play with us you do so at my pleasure. They submit to you, you submit to me."

Now she looked nervous! The confidence she'd built up so far wavered and her controlled poise began to slip.

"Kneel down with your butt on your feet," I looked at the women behind her "take the big mirror down off the wall in the kitchen, I want her to be able to see herself."

As Jane, Abby, and Gemma departed I watched with some amusement as Lisa lowered herself to he ground. The fishnets and leather looked wonderfully out of place kneeling on the carpet and I felt myself frowning hard at the prospect of dominating her.

"If you serve in my house you do so at my discretion." I told her. Lisa looked up, biting her lip to suppress the urge to reply. Her eyes meeting mine as she did her best to behave as submissively as possible.

"You will reward my girls when I tell you to, punish them when it is required, and... service me when I instruct you to."

She could see the bulge of my erection against the front of my jeans.

"Take my cock out."

Lisa hesitated almost imperceptibly but quickly recovered and forced herself to unbuckle my belt, undo my trousers, and fish out my erection.

I was about to give her another command but at that moment the three women arrived with the large mirror. Perfect naked bodies were reflected as they carried it, the number of delicious breasts multiplied by the reflective surface.

"Put it down in front of her," I instructed "I want her to see her own submission." Stepping to one side I allowed the trio to negotiate the large frame past the coffee table and prop it up against the sofa so Lisa and I were reflected side by side. My erection hovered an inch from her ear, the kneeling dominant's eyes never it's reflected image.

I took my cock in my hand and began to stroke it. "Are you willing to follow my rules?" She nodded, but didn't reply.

"Answer me..."

There was less hesitation this time but her voice was filled with uncertainty "Yes Master..."

My cock was rock hard now, I was tempted to tell her to take off the corset and expose her breasts, to confirm in my mind how well endowed she was without the uplifting leather support. Her eyes were still fixed on my cock so I took a different tact.

"So if I wanted to mark you now, to decorate you with my cum and show everyone that you belong to me you'd be ok with that?"

"Yes Master..." her voice was rasping and there was no disguising the control she was exhibiting. If she wanted to dominate pretty women, this was the cost.

"Not good enough!" I told her, gesturing to my wife and her closest friend "they submit to me because they want to. They actively desire to please me, they don't do it 'because they don't mind'".

The young woman understood, for the first time since she knelt she raised her eyes from my cock to meet my gaze. I started pumping rhythmically, making it perfectly clear what was expected of her should she accept.

"Please Master," she began, her voice less riddled with doubt "please let me serve you..."

I accepted and we watched her reflection together as warm, sticky, semen dripped from the top of her head, over her face, and onto the top of her breasts before tricking inexorably towards the carpet.


Part 15 (added: 2018/12/14)

I was full of cold and flu for the next week and spent little time out of bed. As a result Jane and Abby's kinky activities were somewhat curtailed (although I'm fairly sure their 'lunch date' on Wednesday lunchtime involved more than just coffee).

Despite her midweek relief however, by Friday Jane was climbing the walls. So, taking great care not to suffocate me she stripped off and slid beneath the bedsheets. Slowly, patiently she raised my cock from its slumber, sliding her lips back and forth along my length and rousing it from its rather uninspired beginnings to something she could make use of. Only once I was groaning with delight and she was fully satisfied with what she'd achieved did she climb on. She was in no rush so talked as she rocked back and forth, my wife pausing on occasion to savour the feel of me inside her.

"Abby saw Lisa the other day." She told me, cupping her breasts in her hands and pinching her nipples firmly between her thumb and forefingers "Apparently they talked about nothing but their time here for more than an hour!"

I grunted, pleased that my efforts had not gone unappreciated. "Do you think she'll come back?"

Jane nodded, switching her position slightly so my cock penetrated her even further.

"Between you and me I think you've created a proper little slut," she replied "never mind coming back here. From what Abby told me Lisa's desperate for us to meet her at some place just outside town. Apparently she wants to talk to us about something..."

I shifted my weight slightly, raising my hips off the bed and impaling my wife on my cock. The dark haired beauty gasped in delight, fighting to regain control. Control I had little intention of relinquishing.

"Talk about something?" I repeated, lowering my wife back into the bed and gesturing for her to to clamber off my erection and position herself onto her hands and knees.

"That's what she... oh fuck me..." she cried out as I entered her from behind. I wrapped Jane's long hair around my hand and pulled her head back forcefully, pulling her even further into my cock. I was intrigued, curious what the dominant woman wanted to discuss but I forced the questions to the back of my mind and concentrated on fucking my wife until she screamed with unrestrained delight.

Lisa, Abby, Scott, Jane, and I sat on folding chairs in the middle of a derelict hallway of a huge country house a little outside town. Lisa had summoned us to this out of the way estate with the promise of 'kink beyond belief' and Abby had decided that such highly advertised fun would require her husband to be in attendance.

So far nothing had gone as I'd expected. Instead of her leather and fishnet dominatrix outfit Lisa wore a smart business suit, instead of ropes and toys there were spreadsheets and building plans.

"Welcome to Hardwood Hall!" Lisa began and I forced a snigger deep inside. She smiled "Yes, I have to admit the name is rather appropriate." She gestured around the room "As you can see, the place is a mess... but it's also extremely spacious, secluded, and has a rather sizeable regeneration grant available on it."

Scott interrupted, it was the first time I'd seen him in nearly a month and he looked tired and wore an expression which told me he'd been working extremely hard for too long. "You're talking about renovation?"

Lisa nodded "Yes," she confirmed "I have run a number of businesses over the last few years but something I'm very interested in at the moment is reclaiming old buildings."

I looked around me "But surely even with a grant it would cost millions to repair all this!?"

Lisa nodded, patting one of the folders on her lap "Appropriately twelve million for a high quality renovation," she agreed "at least that's what my surveyor tells me."

Abby was losing her patience, she was wearing a very tight t-shirt with the word SLUT written across it and I suspected she was beginning to feel like she'd been brought here under false pretences "So what exactly are you proposing?"

"I don't have twelve million," Lisa began "in fact I'd be willing to bet we don't have that kind of money between the five of us... however luckily for us the majority of that cost will be for labour, much of it unskilled... cleaning, gardening, carrying and so on. I would like to charge people to labour for us, and I'd like to use that money to finance to pay for materials and other expenses."

Jane raised her eyebrows "Well, that's a lovely idea," she agreed, rolling her eyes "but I can't see you having many volunteers. I know I certainly wouldn't pay for the privilege of going to work!"

"Wouldn't you?" Lisa replied confidently, carefully avoiding showing the ace up her sleeve. "What if you were lonely, more than a little kinky and a your Master told you to?"

Now I could see what she was getting at.

"You're proposing to find sexual submissives, set them to work cleaning and doing all the manual work, rewarding them for their hard work with kinky orgasms and charging them for the experience?"

Lisa smiled "In a nutshell... yes!"

"That's a hell of an assumption to start a business on." Abby objected.

"I have a waiting list."

I paused, suspecting I knew the answer to the question before I asked it "So what do you need us for?"

Now Lisa looked truly excited "I'd like you to be that Master." She explained "Your house, your rules with me as your domestic dominatrix and everyone else as house slaves. Guests would pay to refurbish the house and, as we make progress we could open quarters and kitchens to accommodate more and more people."

I was silent for a moment, considering the possibilities of eventually relaxing in luxury while having different women submitting to me each day. It didn't take a lot of consideration.

"Well I don't know about guys," I replied glancing at my friends "but I'd like to know when we can start!"


Part 16

It took a couple of weeks for Lisa to get everything in place. Although we didn't own Hardwood Hall yet permission had been granted for the renovation to begin and as promised our resident dominatrix had mobilised a small workforce to begin the monumental task.

The young woman had signed over five percent of her company to Jane, Abby, and I in exchange for our commitment to her project. The businesswoman had originally offered the same proposal to Scott who ultimately decided he couldn't commit to the time and would settle for free visits instead.

Although I didn't admit it to anyone I was quite nervous about our first day. Much of Lisa's plan rested on my performance and I knew from our later conversations that she'd invested a substantial amount of her own money to get the project up and running.

Originally I'd planned on wearing my gardening clothes, I wasn't much of a builder but I could help carry and clean as well as anyone. When I apologised to the dominatrix about my lack of practical skills she looked deeply concerned.

"I don't need you to carry stuff!" She assured me "I need you to walk in like you own the place and spank, fuck, and wank over anyone you feel like!"

Then, after making me promise I'd buy a new suit she booked me a limousine and told me to arrive at ten o'clock sharp.

The limousine drew up the long drive with the sound of tyres crunching on gravel. I tugged nervously on the collar of my new shirt, my eyes scanning the decrepit exterior of the building. As soon as the car came to a halt Abby leapt from her seat and ran around the black vehicle to open my door. Both she and Jane had stripped naked during the journey, determined that our entrance should be as memorable to the paying guests who witnessed it.

I stepped from the car, new shoes disturbing the small stones of the recently improved driveway. Jane followed me out, stepping gingerly to avoid hurting her bare feet on the sharp stones.

There were two people in the garden. I couldn't really make out the woman, hidden as she was behind the collection of small trees and plants she was arranging in one of the flowerbeds. The second, a well muscled black man was impossible to miss.

Determined to maintain my character I paid them little heed as I approached the house, the two women fell in behind me and I was only as I reached the front door and the clearly suffering man was close by that I examined him.

He was stood naked with his hands on his head, ankles spread, and a heavy pair of work boots dangling from his testicles by their laces. Even without the stretching effects of the footwear attached to his genitals I was impressed with how well equipped he was.

"What's your name?"

He didn't meet my gaze "My name is Leon, Master..." he replied and I was immediately filled with an awkwardness which didn't arise from looking at his nude masculine body. There would be all sorts visiting our establishment I realised and I would have to get used to being everyone's Master, regardless of any discomfort the title may invoke.

"And why are you stood here?" I asked, tapping the floating boots with the toe of my shoe and eliciting a grunt of discomfort from the bull.

"Mistress' orders, he explained "I walked across the hallway with my boots on and got mud on the floor." Despite his clear discomfort he didn't show any signs that he wasn't enjoying the experience.

I looked at him and decided that this was a defining moment of my first day. I turned to Jane and Abby.

"He doesn't seem to be taking his punishment seriously enough." I announced, noting the erection which was beginning to form as the submissive worker eyed up the two nubile young women. "Go and find a stone from the garden, one for each of you, one for each boot."

The duo nodded and disappeared to their assigned task. I was about to speak again when Lisa appeared from the house.

"Welcome back Master." She greeted me, curtsying slightly "We've been working extremely hard and I'm delighted to say that we've made some excellent progress."

I didn't reply, instead simply gesturing that she should lead the way inside me. A grunt of pain came from the man behind me as the girls returned with their stones. I gestured for the duo to follow me before following the dominatrix inside.

Playing her part exquisitely Lisa had donned her leather corset once again and she stood with her leather boots mere inches from a fat man who crouched by the wall working on a handful of wires. Believe me, you've not experienced a builder's bum until you've seen one in quite this position! Lisa patted the man's hairy backside "Good boy..." she assured him.

"I thought sir," she addressed me "we should start with a tour of the grounds? It will give you a chance to see the progress we've made and I can show you some of the areas we didn't see the other day?"

I looked around the large entrance hall, it was already looking far less shabby. The electrician was obviously doing good work but even before his arrival I could tell someone had scoured the room and stripped all the dirt and grime away revealing glistening windows (and with the exception of Leon's muddy boot prints) floors.

"Lead on..." I instructed.

Over the next couple of hours Lisa showed me the rest of the house and outlined her plans for a huge lounge, study, dining room, several bedrooms, slave quarters, kitchens, and dungeons. Once we'd toured the main indoor areas we went outside and walked around the estate boundaries where the devious dominatrix took great delight in pointing out a walled garden, greenhouses, stables, and a miniature farm. All of which she suggested could be used for either livestock or unruly submissives should the need arise.

It was early afternoon by the time we'd finished and Lisa ushered my entourage to the front garden where two garden chairs and a small table had been set up. Lisa sat opposite me and my wife and her friend positioned themselves on the grass at our feet.

Lisa began to talk about facts, figures, and projections but she quickly lost me. From what I could make out financially the day would be a success... if the clients enjoyed it. The project's long term sustainability would depend on whether enough of the submissives enjoyed the experience enough to want to pay to return. I glanced over her shoulder at where I'd last seen Leon dangling his boots but it appeared that the dominatrix had authorised his release. After a moment's searching I spotted him up a ladder repointing a section of roof.

"I want to end the day with a big of a bang," Lisa continued "really give them something to go home with which will stick in their minds for a long time to come."

I was about to reply but at that moment a young woman appeared from the front door with two huge trays of finger sandwiches and cakes balanced precariously on outstretched arms.

I watched as she approached the table, curtsied, blushing over her nakedness and placed the trays down in front of us. I felt my cock rising in my trousers.

"I have prepared lunch for you Master..." she whispered.

I smiled, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Jane grin as she recognised the devious which was spreading across my face. This young woman had no idea what was in store for her!


Part 17

"Wait..." I instructed, picking on of the finger sandwiches from the tray and examined it closely. I bit into the white bread, smiling at the taste of roast beef and French mustard.

"Very good!" I announced "Did you make all these yourself?" I asked, indicating the second tray of cakes and sweets.

The young woman nodded, clearly embarrassed by the attention. My eyes moved to her body and her redness deepened as I assessed her.

I passed one of the cakes to Lisa "What do you think?"

She bit into the icing and replied, her eyes never leaving the submissive chef "She'd be better on her knees alongside the other two..."

Quickly the young woman dropped to the floor, I concealed a smirk, determined to maintain the seriousness of the moment.

The sandwiches were terrific, I was about to offer one to my wife when I had a better idea. Holding a triangular morsel in my hand I opened my mouth "Would you prefer sweet or savoury?" I asked.

"Sweet please Master..." she replied, I knew my wife too well. Finishing off the sandwich I gestured to the chef who still knelt beside the table "She looks fairly sweet to me," I declared "and she's done a spectacular job with this spread."

My wife grinned.

The young woman looked confused but Lisa prompted her "Kate!" she scolded "On your back and spread your legs before the master changes his mind."

"Yes Mistress," she panicked "sorry Mistress!" Quickly she shifted her position until she was laying on her back on the long grass, at a warning glance from Lisa she clasped her ankles with her hands and opened her legs. Moving onto her hands and knees Jane moved into position and began to lap at the young woman's clit.

"Well?" I asked.

Jane paused for a moment to reply "You were right Master..." she smiled before resuming her work. Kate took a sharp intake of breath as he tongue resumed its ministrations.

"Abby," I instructed "please go and gather up the slaves. Kate is not the only one who's worked hard today."

Lisa smiled approvingly at me as the young blonde set off towards the house "Do you need anything?" She asked "Gavin, the electrician in particular is a big fan of being tied up."

Deciding that she was right and that we needed to cater to our clients' kinkier desires I nodded and she set off towards the house to find her toys.

Except for Kate (who was still writhing on the floor under strict instructions not to orgasm) the entire household were lined up in front of me.

"Leon." Lisa introduced the heavily muscled dark skinned bull I'd seen with the boots earlier.

"Gavin." The full moon who'd arse I'd seen rewiring the hallway.

"Rosie." A rather pudgy young brunette I'd not seen up until this point.

"Ruth." The timid middle aged gardener who'd spent most of the day in the shrubberies.

I was on my feet in front of the group, it felt strange to be the only one fully dressed, even Lisa had discarded her corset and stood hands on hips in nothing but her fishnets and long black boots. I looked at the house, then back at the slaves.

"You've done great work today," I told them "I'm very pleased."

There was a general murmuring of thanks except for Kate who's gasp cut clearly across the polite responses of her peers.

I looked down at the young lady with an expression of frustration, quietly I was enjoying the expression of bliss that my wife was putting on her face but I wanted to play the part of the tough dominant. "Gag her for me will you?"

Lisa reached into her bag of toys and pulled out a long cock gag, she smiled wickedly and stepped towards the helpless woman "No," I stopped her "not that one. Just a simple ball gag please." Following my instructions the dominatrix raised Kate's head from the ground and secured the buckle behind her neck.

I turned to Gavin "How are my electrics looking?"

He didn't meet my eye, staring instead at his limp cock "I'll need another few days Master," he told me "But the hallway, kitchen and master bedroom are all done."

I nodded my approval, I picked up the cock gag from here Lisa had left it on the table "From what I understand you'd like the chance to wear this?" His eyes widened and I saw his dick twitch with excitement.

"Yes Master!"

"Put it on," I instructed "Lisa, belts."

It was strange, mentally assigning fuck buddies in my mind. Leon was the hardest, both morally and anatomically. Kate had done such a good job on the lunch that I felt she had earned herself a substantial reward, however it occurred to me that should I give the huge black man with the enormous cock to anyone other than my wife I'd be in serious trouble at some later date.

Eventually I paired the shy gardener with the electrician and instructed her that she should fuck herself silly on the silicone cock which protruded proudly from between his lips. His bondage prevented him from resisting but judging by the ever increasing size of his erection I didn't see any evidence that he was unhappy with the arrangement. Deciding to take pity on his aching balls I assigned Abby to his cock until he fired cum all over himself.

Once I'd given Kate permission to orgasm and she'd collapsed into a useless heap on the grass I ordered my wife bound into a tight savage fold. With her pussy exposed I motioned to Leon who quickly moved into position and began to fuck Jane with all the vigorousness of a man who had been waiting for a good fuck for days.

I decided that Lisa and I needed to introduce Rosie to some proper bondage. At my command the resident dominatrix tied the dark haired girl into a tight frogtie and secured her arms tightly behind her back before winding long lengths of rope viciously around her plump tits. Smiling with satisfaction Lisa returned to her chair, indicating for the bound girl to crawl across the lawn and embed her face between the sitting woman's legs.

The sounds of delight echoed across the lawn. Jane cried out in exhaustion as yet another orgasm wracked her body and I turned to the leather clad dominatrix, her eyes closed with the pleasure being generated between her legs.

Creamy cum erupted from the end of Leon's cock and decorated my wife's face.

"Do we have any tea?" I asked.


Part 18 (added: 2020/04/13)

I still wasn't used to being woken up by someone playing with my cock. It had been almost a week since I'd moved into the master suit at Hardwood Hall and my wife had started the tradition the first morning. Abby and Jane had both taken it in turns to be my bed slave, sometimes one at a time, sometimes both together. With neither available to spend the night this time Abby had selected a pretty little blonde thing from among the clients and it was her who currently had her lips around my morning glory.

I looked down at her as she sucked me off. We'd fucked a few times during the night, each time she'd clambered on top of me from the pile of cushions beside the bed and I'd watched her tits bounce as she worked to make me cum. I couldn't for the life of me think of her name. Lisa had proposed that we should dispense with names for the guests, assigning them all either an interchangeable name or perhaps a number which they could retain throughout their stays with us. I watched the round little butt as she licked the last of the cum from my cock and decided I could imagine it having a little number.

Work on the house was progressing at an incredible rate. Lisa was ploughing our clients payments back into materials while seeking out all kind of tradesmen and women who she could persuade to work for free in return for a reduced charge visiting us. Apparently a riding crop to the balls was exactly what was needed to keep a plumber's standards high and his costs low. Neither Lisa, Jane, or I were drawing any money from the business but we were getting free bed and board and a good fucking whenever we liked so it all balanced out. Lisa was determined for me to quit my job and live at the hall full time but financially it didn't make sense yet.

I made my way down the recently restored staircase and across the freshly tiled floor to the breakfast room. Lisa was the waiting for me, ready to eat but respectfully waiting for the master of the house. A naked redhead brought us our food, taking great cars to serve me before the woman to my left. Despite acquiescing to my seat at the head of the table the dominatrix her eyes were pealed for any slip of standards.

"I'm think your numbering system is a good idea," I agreed casually "I don't know where you find all these girls but I'm struggling to keep track."

Lisa smiled "I'll implement it right away sir," she promised "some are through friends and contacts of mine." She explained "But we're getting an increasing number of referrals from previous clients."

I nodded "Visitors are encouraging their friends to visit us too."

"Yes sir, we've got chefs, waitresses, gardeners, plumbers, joiners, builders, artists, and all other manner of trades visiting us. Most of the time I have to limit the number we have in the house at any single time. While the additional slaves would no doubt help us I want to make sure they have the right experience while they're here."

I suddenly felt guilty. My own involvement in the project had largely involved coming for dinner, some bondage sessions, and fucking whomever I liked but I knew that the dominatrix was putting in some very long hours with the household spaces.

"I'll see what I can do to help." I promised her.

"There is something I'd like to propose sir," Lisa continued "the house is far from finished but it is at least nearly liveable. I'd like to use some of our spaces to increase our capacity for them."

"You mean building facilities to host more slaves?"

"Yes sir, it would increase revenue and capacity but it would also make the work significantly more interesting for them. What kinky joiner hasn't thought about building bondage apparatus and how many gardeners haven't considers the options for outside bdsm."

I nodded "Very well."

"I've got a few projects in mind. A proper dungeon, cages, and some ponygirl stables. I can't imagine that anyone involved in building things like that wouldn't want to return to use them themselves!"

I agreed and we hammered out a few final details before I set off for my mundane day job.

Work was dull, it was hard to settle into the day to day stuff when there was something for more exciting going in at home. Well, at Hardwood anyway. Maybe Lisa was right and I should be the first person to give up work and commit to being a full time master 24/7?

I pulled up at the house and left the ignition running for one of the slaves to properly park and valet the car. A shy man opened the doors for me, his manhood shrinking against the cold and a red welt from a riding crop visible on his upper leg. A large 22 was drawn nearly on his chest and I sensed Lisa's efficiency at work.

"Welcome home Master." He said without making eye contact.

A familiar ass met me in the hallway, a large number 17 written on it and I recognised my temporary bed slave. She was bent over something on the floor but as soon as she saw me she rose, curtsied awkwardly and disappeared in the direction of the master bedroom.

I looked at what she'd been working on, it was a beautiful oil painting which resembled the corporate hierarchy at work. The only difference was that this had me at the top with Lisa, Abby, and Jane reporting directly to me. Scott was labelled as "Pet" and was Abby's responsibility and the group of interchangeable unnamed and naked slaves were all Lisa's responsibility. It was impressive, I wondered where we'd hang it once the work was complete.

17 was waiting for me upstairs and she helped me out of my work clothes and into so something more appropriate as head of the household. I resisted the temptation to fuck her, as tempting as it was I wasted to make sure the other guests had as good an experience as my bed slave and only playing with her wouldn't help with that. Besides there would be potent of time for her later.

As if reading my mind there was a knock at the door.

"Enter."

Status aside no one was allowed in the master's personal space without his explicit invitation except for his bed slave for which permission was considered implicit.

"Sorry to disturb you sir," Lisa apologised "but a matter arose while you were out which I believe which demands your attention.

Intrigued, I followed to her to the drawing room.

Taking my seat I waited for Lisa to introduce the two sheepish looking middle aged slaves standing side by side in front of the fireplace. They were 23 and 24 respectively and were both carrying a little more weight than I hoped to be when I reached that age.

"Twenty three and twenty four came to us as a married couple," Lisa explained, brandishing her flogger dramatically "they agreed to the house rules. However, earlier today one of the other slaves found them in the slave quarters fornicating without permission." I did my best not to laugh. "I have punished both," Lisa assured me, gesturing for each to turn and show my their reddened backsides "But as it was your roof and your rules which were violated I thought you may wish to express your displeasure."

"Slaves fucking without permission in my house..." I exclaimed, rising to my feet "you're quite right. This can't be tolerated. Assemble the entire household, I want to make it clear what we do when our rules are broken."

Lisa has prepared everything as I'd instructed. Once again I was surprised how many people were here, there must be around fifteen people including my dominatrix and the two I was making an example of.

The husband and wife pair were stood in the middle of the circle of slaves. It was the most naked flesh, tits, and cocks I'd ever seen in one place. Lisa had tied the pair as I'd told her to. The wife had nipple clamps on with strings fed over a pulley and tied to weights in her husband's outstretched hands. In turn his balls were tied through a iron ring in the floor and back up to a crotch rope which forced his wife to keep her legs bent.

The punishment was simple enough. If she stood up to straighten her aching keys then her husband's balls would be stretched beyond all recognition. If he allowed his outstretched arms to lower under the weight in his arms then her nipples would be stretched and tortured. To add a little spice Lisa had taken the initiative and added some pretty breast bondage and some fancy shibari over both slaves' bodies.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

23 answered for both of them "We had sex Master..." she apologised, the strain of her legs coming through in her voice.

"You had sex..." I repeated "Did you have my permission?"

"No Master."

"Did you have your mistress' permission?"

"No Master..."

"In this house I decide who is punished." I announced "In this house," I repeated "I decide who is pleasured."

Leaving the husband and wife pair struggling to avoid hurting each other I turned to the other slaves. "Pick a partner, use your mouths."

Multiple mouths muttered their obedience but far more were quickly making their ways towards assorted genitalia.

"No orgasms..." Lisa warned. No one acknowledged but I knew they heeded her instruction.

I turned to the couple in the middle. Her legs were trembling and his arms had sunk slightly stretching her nipples painfully. Both were wearing stained expressions.

"How are you two holding up?"

24 answered this time "Please Master..." he begged.

"Will you have sex without permission again?"

"No Master..." they promised.

I turned to the group. "Masturbate now..." I instructed "as hard as you can. These two aren't released until every single one of you has cum." I turned to Lisa "You too please." I instructed. It wasn't strictly necessary but I couldn't resist asserting my position. Plus it would give her the ultimate decision of when to release our captive couple. Lisa seemed game, at least she pulled a vibrator from somewhere, pealed off her latex trousers and began to masturbate on the floor beside her slaves.

Sure enough Lisa did climax last, even with the pocket vibrator she took her time and made the the couple were well and truly apologetic for their error before she came. When she'd finally finished moaning I gave my instructions.

"No orgasms without mine or the mistress' permission." I repeated "You two, no intimacy with each other or orgasms from anyone else for a month. Not here, not at home." They looked suitably cowed "Lisa, release them and make sure they clean this mess up." I added, casting my eyes over the range of bodily fluids which now decorated the tiled floor. "You're all dismissed, I'll take my dinner in the dining room in an hour."