Three

Diane nudged me awake on the Sunday morning and demanded that I put my tongue to good use. I successfully brought her to three orgasms that set her up for the day, with me still unable to gain release from the cage and its addition.

She looked at the clock and ordered “Brunch for the six of us on the table by 11 o clock.”

I was about to say something before I remembered that I was not allowed to speak unless directly asked a question or had gained her permission.

With my wrists in the crossover cuffs, I managed to prepare the Brunch and serve it on time. I was fortunate enough to be allowed to sit at the table to eat with our friends James, Petra, Liz and Andrew. I was more successful in keeping quiet over the meal than I had been whilst at the pub the previous night.

After the brunch had been cleared away, I stupidly, without permission, asked a question. Diane heard it immediately and said “you must really want your ass to be sore. By my reckoning you have now accumulated 256 strokes. I think you need help.”

She went to the playroom and brought out a series of small bars that I had never seen before. She showed it to the others saying “this is a special triple press that is supposed to be a really effective gag.”

She had me stick my tongue out, put two of the bars together  and tightened it so I could not retract my tongue. She then added a bar at the top and one at the bottom and with the help of Liz pulled my lips out and tightened these bars down so I was unable to open my mouth.

This new gag was certainly effective and when I was asked a direct questioStainlessn, all I could do was grunt. The others laughed at my predicament. Diane then said “Why don’t you stay here for a while. I might even get you to help with his entertainment later.”

They agreed to her suggestion with Liz saying “You might as well leave him as he is until he gets his arse reddened.”

I was left in this unforgiving gag for about two hours before Diane giggled then said “Charles, Go to the willow tree, bring back three nice thin branches about three feet long. When you bring them back I want to see them stripped of their bark and they better be nice and flexible.”

I did as I was told and the three very whippy branches met with Diane’s approval. James looked at them, and said to Petra “I think we need a willow in our garden.”

Petra winced on hearing that but made no objection.

I was escorted into the playroom where Diane removed my gag before she decided that the spanking bench would be entirely appropriate for me to be laid upon. I was tightly secured. To add to my torment she asked Liz and Petra to join her and select one implement each from the large selection hanging on the wall. I waited as they mulled over their selections before I was shown the Scorpion and the large wooden paddle with holes in three rows down its length.

I was blindfolded before I heard Diane move the spanking machine over to the right position.

Diane turned to Liz who had selected the scorpion saying “Choose a number between one and five.”

“Three” was the immediate reply.

She asked the same question to Petra who selected four.

Diane giggled before saying “the machine has 8 levels of intensity, and with the high number of strokes, I don’t want his ass to badly damaged before we get to the finale.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh you have never used it? Well I can tell you each of the 20 tails are of a slightly different length so it is really mean.”

I heard her fiddle with the controls a little and she announced “100 with the scorpion to start.”

I heard the whoosh of the scorpion before feeling it land on my ass and the bite from the tails. The machine had been set at random and apart from the whoosh I had no idea when the next stroke was about to land.

I was about halfway through the sentence of 100 lashes with the Scorpion I really started to feel the cumulative effect of the relatively mild strokes. Near the finish I was unable to stop myself moaning or grunting as each stroke landed.

I heard a quiet beep to announce the end of that particular implement. I heard Diane fiddle with the machine before saying “Now for another 100 strokes with the paddle.”

The first stroke landed and I felt the intensity of its bite immediately. I did not take long for me start squealing as the pain registered in my brain. By the time it finished its cycle I was crying from the intensity of the pain.

I was given a short respite before Diane removed the blindfold and stood with Petra and Liz in front of me. I looked on through the tearful eyes as she handed each of them one of the Willow branches I had prepared earlier.

She said to me “We will take it turns to give you a stroke each. Thirteen from each and the final five from me. If a branch breaks, the person can select one of the canes to use.”

She then turned to Liz and Petra “Liz, I know how effective you are with a cane, but I don’t want any cuts, so please be careful. Also I have a plan for the sit spots, so those need to be kept relatively untouched.”

I felt the gentle tap of the first branch across one of my bum cheeks before a swish and a line of fire that had me screeching shortly after it landed. This continued for the full forty strokes. At the end it felt as if my bum would be a series of deep cuts.

Diane went to the cupboard, picked up a really whippy cane that stings badly and leaves very clearly defined welts. She then said “As you’ve taken your punishment so well, you can choose between a five bar gate of a star of David on each of your sit spots.”

I made my choice and I could see Liz look at me curiously. She watched as Diane delivered two sharp strokes on each side about three inches apart. She shifted position slightly and landed two diagonal strokes on each cheek that had me wailing. She shifted position again and landed two opposite diagonal stokes to complete the Star of David. I was quickly released from the bench. Liz and Petra went to join their partners who had been watching the football match on TV.

I gingerly felt my bum and although there were lots of welts, I was surprised to find that the skin had not been broken. I was allowed to look in the mirror and startled to see how my red cheeks sat above the two clearly defined stars.

Diane hugged me and cuddled into me for a while before we re-joined the otherstoy-jacks-46029 in the living area.

After our guests had left, Diane kindly released me from my cage. When It was laid on the bed, I saw shapes tumble out. She had been evil by added three jacks into the tube.

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Uncomfortable Saturday

We continue from last week’s episode “Condom Hell“.

I managed a fitful night’s sleep with my hands secured in front of me and my ankles connected together. Diane woke me with a nudge into the back of a knee. She then said “Time for you to get up. I want a full English breakfast in exactly 45 minutes, served here in my bed.”

I got up and held out my hands and asked “please will you release me from my restraints.”

With a smile Diane said “No release. Any more of this or any failures in your tasks today will add to your restraints or I will find other discomforts for you.”

I shuffled off to the kitchen and prepared Diane’s breakfast. With my wrists crossed, it was somewhat awkward handling the pan and getting everything ready. I finally finished the cooking, plated it up with a cover and shuffled back to the bedroom, where Diane was sitting up ready to eat her meal. I handed it to her and she indicated where she wanted me to stand.

She immediately said “3 minutes 24 seconds late. I will tell you after I have eaten my breakfast what your punishment is to be.”

I apologised for being late and humbly said “I hope the breakfast is to your liking.”

She took her time eating, seemingly savouring every mouthful for far longer than normal. Once everything was finished, she said “The food was just acceptable. Time to deal with your tardiness. Bring me the humbler and get into position for me to put it on.

I fetched the tortuous device. She had me bend over then pulled back my bahumblerll sack before securing the two wooden pieces together. A swat on my ass with her hand made me react by trying to stand up; I could immediately feel the uncomfortable tug on my balls.

You will stay in the humbler for 3 hours 24 minutes. If you ask for release before the time is up, the time will be extended by one minute for every second early.

I groaned, but said nothing. She however picked up on the groan by saying “I heard that, I have something much more fun for you later.” She then added “clear away the breakfast things, hoover and dust the living and dining areas, and do a load of washing. Once finished, you may then sit down and relax a little.”

I was left to the chores. The humbler required me to be bent over at the waist much of the time, and it was not long before my back muscles started to ache with the strain. With my restricted ankles and wrists, it took me nearly three hours to finish the chores she had allocated to me. Once finished I sat down as best as I could at my desk and managed to do some routine tasks at my computer.

I lost track of the time slightly and it was after nearly four hours in the humbler before I asked for and was given release from its confines.

The afternoon had me on my knees in front of her, with her legs draped over my shoulders. I was instructed to use my tongue to give her four orgasms, before she declared that she needed a nap. She took her nap, whilst I was allowed to relax.

At about 7pm she announced that we were going out for a meal at the pub. The way she was dressed had me starting to get aroused. She saw the reaction, smiled before ssl103-bulk_732x750_317_325aying “We can’t have you enjoying yourself. Get a bowl of ice and meet me in the playroom.”

I did as I was told. She blindfolded me before she used the ice to kill all thoughts of arousal. When she felt I was ready she put on the larger of the two cages that I have. It does have knobs that protrude around the inside of the sheath which become uncomfortable when I get aroused.

She gave me the clothes I was to wear before releasing my ankle restraints. The trousers were thin ones and there was no underwear. I was still cuffed with crossed wrists, and when it came time to put on a shirt, she released my wrists, carefully examined them and said “Well there are no marks from the cuffs; they are obviously good for extended durations of restraint.”

She gave me an anorak and said “until we get home the only restraint is your cage. From now until lunchtime tomorrow, unless you are asked a direct question, you are not allowed to say anything. If you want to ask a question you will need to gain my attention for approval to speak. You need to be on your totally best behaviour or else tomorrow will be more uncomfortable, as well as very painful. The punishment level starts with one stroke. Any time you say anything untoward or any inattention to detail or misbehaviour will result in the stroke count being doubled. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

We arrived at the pub, to find our long term friends James and his partner Petra already there. We joined them at their table and shortly afterwards Liz and Andrew came in. It was clear from the conversation that Liz and Andrew were now a couple. (James and Petra introduced Andrew to Liz, who I knew many years ago and Diane and I played with a few weeks ago.)

The conversation was flowing with me staying silent as ordered. Eventually Liz asked “Why are you so quiet Charles?”

“Simple really, I am only allowed to speak when asked a direct question or get permission to say something.”

Diane then added, “Every time he fails the stroke count on his arse doubles.”

Liz smiled evilly before she suggested that I should get the next round of drinks from the bar. I did as I was instructed, having been told I could speak to give the order of drinks.

I brought the drinks back and sat down. The conversation continued with the three women provoking me into making a few unauthorised contributions. Furthermore, they added to my discomfort by reaching under the table, discreetly removing their underwear and giving it to me to hold onto. They added to the torment by carefully removing their bras at the table. All this had the effect of making me suffer within the cage as I started to get semi erect. I felt that there were some extra nubs on the cage, and although I wanted to ask about it I was denied permission by Diane to speak.

The five of them continued the conversation that got sexier as the evening progressed, so I was almost wincing in pain from the cage digging into my cock.

The torture did not stop as Diane invited them home. The conversation continued on the walk home, and as soon as I was in the front door I was required to strip and have my wrists locked up again in the cuffs I had worn the previous night and earlier in the day.

The women succeeded in considerably increasing my discomfort by stripping completely. The conversation flowed until about two in the morning. As it was so late both couples took up Diane’s offer of staying over for the night.

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Condom Hell

Author’s note:By coincidence I had written part of this before the prompt was announced. It is partly inspired by a story I read many years ago.

After work on Friday, driving home on a cold January evening with snow falling, Diane rang me asking “Fancy a weekend of fun?”

My reply was one word. “Yes”

Diane then said “Good, I am in charge this weekend. Pull over as soon as you can, strip completely and put everything in the boot.”

I pulled into the next lay by which was just a short distance along the road. I got out of the car and opened the boot. I started by taking off my suit jacket and shirt. As I stood there in the freezing air, snow falling on me, fiddling with my flies, a car pulled up behind me. I recognised it as Diane’s. She kept the headlights on me as I removed the rest of my clothes and folding them carefully as I put them away as instructed.

I was nervous as there was quite a lot of cars passing and hoped nobody noticed what was happening. Once naked I closed the boot and quickly got into the driver’s seat of my car and pulled into the traffic with Diane following a few car lengths behind me.

I pulled into the short driveway of our house and Diane followed just a few seconds after. She got out of the car as I opened the front door. She was like me totally naked. “I hope you weren’t too cold for the last bit of the drive home.”

I followed her in the door. She ordered “Go prepare some supper and call me when it is ready.

I prepared a meal of Spaghetti Carbonara and called her. She looked at the table and said “Why are there two places set?”

I stammered “There are two of us.”

“No, it is just me at the table. Turn around.”

She then placed my wrists some gloves followed by the crossover cuffs behs-l1600ind my back before she got a bowl from the kitchen and tipped my plate of food into it. She placed the bowl on the floor by her chair saying “There’s your meal. Just be thankful I am letting you eat the same food as me.”

I shuddered as this was the first time she had made me eat from a bowl on the floor. It was also different from much of the last couple of years where she has been the primary submissive in our relationship. I was surprised how quickly she had taken control of me.

I managed to finish my meal, but my face was a mess. Diane smiled when she saw how much of a mess I was. She picked up a cloth, wiped my face before saying “Put everything in the dishwasher and then join me in the playroom.”

Just a few minutes later I had managed the difficult task of putting everything in the dishwasher with my hands so tightly secured behind my back.

On entering the playroom I was ready to take anything she wanted to do to me. She came over to me, kissed me hard and said, “Tonight is all about my pleasure. I am going to enjoy myself although you may not enjoy it as much.”

She had me lay on the bed on my stomach before attaching the ankle cuffs to my ankles with the ropes securing them to the bedposts being rather slack. She sat on my arse and said now to sort out your arms. She unlocked the cuffs and I quickly, playfully hid my wrists under my chest.

“That is not funny; you’re going to regret that later.”

She dug her knees into my ribcage and wrestled my left wrist from its hiding place, attached a cuff which was loosely secured to a bed post before doing the same to my right wrist. I was instructed to turn onto my back which I did. She quickly struck my left nipple hard with the dragon tail saying “Wrong way, full turn the other way NOW or else it will get worse.”

The sting of the strike on my nipple made me quickly turn over as she required. She tightened the ropes so that I was spread-eagled on the four poster bed.

She laid down next to me, playing with me getting me fully aroused followed by a viscous rubber cock ring that would prevent me from losing my erection. She reached over to the cabinet, opened a drawer and picked up a pack of condoms. I opened my mouth but before I could say anything she said. “I know we don’t need to worry about birth control. But for my purposes tonight, they are perfect.”

She tore the foil from one and rolled it on my erect cock. Once she was happy it was properly in place, she ripped the foil from a second and placed it on me. I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She smiled as she said “Don’t worry; I know you won’t be leaking inside me tonight.”

She rolled a third condom on my erection and followed it by three more. Once she had rolled on the sixth one she said “It was going to be just two, but as you have not been as co-operative as you could, I have decided to make it more.”

She played with herself making her pussy very moist and my erection, if anything harder, before she mounted me in the reverse cowgirl position so all I could see was her back. She started to ride me, and I could hardly feel any sensation as my member was so sheathed that apart from when she clenched her pussy muscles, nothing could be felt. She came hard with all I could see was her back. She decided to turn around and then rode me again having a series of orgasms. I could enjoy the sight of her bouncing breasts, and her satisfaction and pleasure that showed on her face.

She came numerous times in the next couple of hours until she was totally spent. I was just totally frustrated as there was not enough sensation to get me anywhere near my own climax.

She laid next to me and released my arms from the head of the bed and put the crossover cuffs on me again, this time in front. She giggled as she removed the cock ring before releasing my legs from the spread-eagle and secured the cuffs on my ankles together with a padlock.

She pulled the covers over us snuggled into me, whispering, “That was fun for me, I hope you enjoyed it too.”

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Getting our own back

Both Diane and I slept well after our session in the vacuum tower (see last week).

The next morning Tom and Suzy were asked by Diane, “How would you two like a play session today?”

Suzy with a smile said “of course, especially as we do not have to leave until tomorrow afternoon.”

“Good,” replied Diane. “After supper we will have some fun with the two of you.”

Tom and Suzy went for a walk in the afternoon leaving Diane and I time to plan our entertainment for the two of them.

We had supper before Diane said “Playtime now, you will be busy for some time so do what you need to, otherwise it may get messy.”

They quickly did the necessary, while Diane and I waited. As soon as they approached the playroom we gave them a blindfold to put on. They were then guided into the playroom. We led them to the bed with Tom laid down. Suzy was laid down next to him. I said “Suzy you have five minutes to get Tom really ready.”

We left them to it while Diane got the necessary bits together.

After the five minutes were up, we had Suzy put a cock ring on Tom before tying him in a strict spread-eagle with a few ropes laid loosely under his back, waist and groin. We had Suzy sit up before helping her into position gently easing her down to ride him.

Once she was in position, Diane quickly tied her ankles to rope that ran under his upper back. Meanwhile I used the rope under his waist to secure her upper thighs, and the two of then tied the rope under his thighs again to secure her thighs down. We encouraged her to try to raise herself up, which she had difficulty doing.

Finally we had her place her arms behind her back and with more rope and tied each wrist to the opposite elbow. This arrangement meant that they had little room to move.

In addition we got out the Tens machine and placed pads either side of Suzy’s pussy and nipples, so there were three of the four channels in use. We set each channel to random intensity and duration.

Diane then said “the Tens machine is going on now. Suzy, you must wait at least an hour before you come. If you come before then, both of you will be put into some rather strict bondage overnight with Suzy having the tens machine still on.”

Tom groaned because like us we knew that Suzy would have great difficulty in holding back as she was not as practised as Diane in controlling her orgasms.

We left them to enjoy the sensations. Suzy, as expected was soon desperate to orgasm as she was highly excited by the bondage, the Tens machine and simply having Tom’s erect member inside her.

Suzy wriggled, moaned and desperately tried to keep control. She was a panting, groaning mess after 45 minutes. She valiantly tried to keep herself under control and finally gave up and had a very hard orgasm that had Tom bucking as much as he could in his restraints.

We released her and Tom from their restraints and once she had recovered from her orgasm she plaintively asked “Did I manage to hold out for long enough?”

Diane teased her a little before saying; it took you nearly an hour and a half to get to your orgasm.”

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An Introduction

Author’s note:- This and next week the episodes are shorter than normal as I am traveling (Delivering Humanitarian aid to a small Greek island) with little time to write and infrequent access to the internet.

On New Year’s Day we made it home with Tom and Suzy joining us for the night.

After our evening meal, they asked “would you like to be introduced to a new toy that we have recently obtained and our company had been appointed the official distributors in Europe?”

Diane immediately replied “what is it?”

“Wait and see.” Replied Suzy.

We watched as Tom took a large bag into our playroom. We heard some clinking when Suzy appeared and told us. “Both of you strip and Diane get Charles nice and hard. Then join us in the playroom.”

I perked up when I heard this before Diane started to get me ready for the adventure. It did not long for her to get me really hard.

We walked in to see an elongated latex rectangular shape standing about 5 feet six inches tall with two holes in the top.

Tom said. “First Diane, put your head through one of the openings. Then Charles you put your head through the other opening facing Diane.”

We did as instructed, Tom then said “I know you love new experiences so Charles it is time for you enter Diane.”

I followed the instruction and my still hard cock entered Diane’s soft and wet pussy. I was told to stand up and Diane instructed to put her legs around me. Tom then attached the open side to the structure and there was a whoosh of the vacuum cleaner as it sucked all the air out leaving us tightly held by the latex.

When the vacuum cleaner was turned off, neither of us could move. Were tightly hugged by the latex.

Suzy then said with an evil grin, “You will be in there until Diane has had an orgasm.”

With the tightness of the latex, I was hardly able to move, which meant getting Diane to come was going to be hard.

I wriggled as much as I could and after a half hour of being in this latex prison, wriggling as much as I could to stimulate Diane, I600_ke-vac-monolith-001 could feel Diane have her orgasm which also set me off. The intensity of our coupling had me weak at the knees; however the structure held us upright whilst also breathless from the intensity of the sensations.

Tom and Suzy left us to recover for a few minutes before releasing the valve that allowed air back in and thus allowing us to be released.

Diane said rather quietly “Thank you for the introduction to this.”

I also backed this up with my thank you for the introduction.

In the back of my mind I was also thinking “maybe we need one for the playroom”.

The picture is the Kink Engineering promotional image for their Latex Tower on their website.

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