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KEEPING MY SLAVE REQUIRES EXTRAS: PART TWO FOLLOWING PART 1 (BELOW) IN WHICH MY SLAVE NICKY WAS INTRODUCED IN THIS PART NICKY SHOWS HER APPRECIATION OF ME DURING A SCENE WITH ANOTHER COUPLE I was lying on the sofa. Nicky was kneeling beside me, her mouth on my cock, warming it, while I watched Netflix. I was taking little notice of the show, or Nicky’s oral presence, my mind drifting to what I’d do with her and the couple later that evening. I closed Netflix and opened a web panel to watch a KINK video for inspiration. Pinioned as she was on my cock which firmed as I watched, she couldn’t see what was happening, but she could hear, and I hoped it was getting her going as much as it was me. After ten minutes, though, I stopped the video. It was getting repetitive. I pushed Nicky off and took her to get ready for our couples’ date that night. To put her in a receptive mood for what might come later I decided on a prelude of humiliation. I got her on all fours in the bathtub and filled her up with a large volume enema that she struggled and failed to hold for the time I specified. Her mortification being punishment enough, I left her to get herself cleaned up and ready. Showered, moisturised, perfumed, and freshly shaved in all the right places, she presented herself for inspection. We still had over an hour before we had to leave. To keep her on the hook I reinserted, expanded, and padlocked the bolt that secured the “pear of anguish” aka “vaginal expander” inside her. We’d only bought the thing that afternoon and briefly tried out. Seeing the pear’s bolt end just sticking out of her vagina it suggested to me the possibility of novel leash arrangement. I found a short chain and with a small D shackle attached one end of it to the pear’s bolt, the other to a ring screwed into the floor. The short length of the chain meant she had to sit, kneel, or lie on the floor as she waited for her evening of use and abuse, hopefully uncomfortably aware of the object stuck inside her sex. For my own preparation I popped a Cialis. I’d got some on a just-in-case basis for when Nicky arrived and taken it on our first day together, just so I wouldn’t let myself down. I hadn’t used it or needed to since. Tonight, though, with another guy and woman in the scene I didn’t want to go floppy with stage fright. I was still reeling from watching the titanic treatment my stand-in had given Nicky last night bringing her to explosive heights of arousal and release I’d never obtained from her. To quell my anxieties and fill the time I checked my kit, making sure the devices were all charged up and everything was clean and working properly, and pleasantly recalled times I’d used each piece on various grateful subs. We got to the agreed rendezvous early and had a good look around while waiting for the couple. It was a rentable dungeon. I’d never done dungeons. Nicky said it was very similar to play spaces she’d been taken to. It was spacious, had a few pieces of BDSM furniture, a St Andrews cross, two of floor-mounted posts, stocks, other stuff of the sort, plus a basin and wet area, three sturdy chairs of different potential uses, a long bench, a table, and in the centre of the room so you could walk around it a big bed with an enormous brass bed head. Around the walls and in the floor and ceiling were rings, hooks, various solid bars at different heights for securing attachments along with numerous power outlets. I thought it would be good to display Nicky immobilised, ready and naked for full impact on our guests at arrival. I bound her to the St Andrew’s cross. She looked amazing with the added novelty of the chain dangling between her spread legs hanging from the unseen vaginal expander. The disadvantage of that arrangement, however, was they wouldn’t be able to walk around her and view her advantages from all sides. I took her down and instead manacled her hands to a ring hanging from the ceiling towards the centre of the room so she could be seen for a full 360 appraisal, and I strapped a penis gag on her. The couple arrived. They were middle aged, she maybe forty-five and he more like sixty, attractive for their ages. He was very friendly to the point of effusive, she more guarded. After some obligatory awkward chit chat, during which neither could take their eyes of Nicky, we got down to business, ran through rules and limits and so on. Nicky who was the draw card and central object of the night’s activity was only a silent witness to the negotiations about her treatment. The couple quickly stripped down to their action gear. Both looked fit and toned, even athletic, smiling broadly in their near nakedness. She was eye-catching with good tits for her age, nice legs and butt, and a flattish belly. Her hair was long blonde and shining, beautifully dyed, conditioned, and waved by an expert. I didn’t really want her, but I thought it would be polite to at least ask the husband if his wife was available for the business of the night. He said I should ask her. She wasn’t his slave, but he was okay with it if she was. She was. She was ready to accept her arse being beaten and whipped but not her tits, although she loved her nipples tortured hard and I could use any of her three holes. But, she said, and this was her big but, she wanted plenty of time to enjoy Nicky with her husband, which is why she came. Interpreting my eyebrows, she added “and with you of course,” and laughed. I don’t know what that meant. That out of the way they both got their hands all over Nicky as she stood helpless. The wife went crazy over Nicky’s tits, sucking them, biting them, pinching and slapping. The husband quickly found the attachment for the chain between her legs and wanted to know more. I explained how it worked. They’d never seen such a device and wanted to try it out. We unshackled Nicky and laid her on the table so they could get a good look. I unlocked and removed it, to a long groan from Nicky as it was slowly pulled out. The husband wanted to try putting it back in her, which he did with some fumbling. Then he asked me to help him put it in his wife. She lay down held her legs up and apart and we shoved it in her locking it in place. Throughout the procedure she was laughing. I wondered if they were on something. I don’t agree with mixing drugs with BDSM activity, though plenty do. High or not they were here, and once the thing was locked in the wife’s cunt, I decided to take charge. I grabbed the chain now between her legs and yanked till she yelped and struggled to her feet. Keeping it very short I led her at a half run around the dungeon a few times while she giggled as she tried to keep up and avoid the whacks I was reaching back to give her hips and arse with my crop. I took her back to the others, pushed her down onto all fours and took to her arse more systematically and energetically leaving clear imprints of the crop’s head in several places. As I whacked the wife’s butt, I watched the husband work his semi hard cock into Nicky’s anus and start thrusting while holding her legs up on his shoulders. In response to that, I made the wife kneel and shoved my cock into her mouth. As she sucked it, I could feel Nicky watching us. She couldn’t actually see me, it was just a thought, but it fired me up and I rammed my rigid Cialis-assisted-steel-hard erection all the way into her throat and kept it there, one hand gripping her hair to hold her head firm, the other yanking the chain tight so it pulled inside her vagina and ground across her clit. After about a minute of her choking and gurgling I let her go just enough to let her breathe and then back in. “Hold it like a slut.” She tried to shake her head with the cock right down her throat. When I finally withdrew, the well-mannered sub-wife said, after a coughing explosion, “thank you for your cock, Sir,” “You’re very welcome,” I replied. Yanking her up by a nipple and her cunt chain I handed her back to the husband who was still bucking into Nicky’s arse, putting his wife's chain in his hand. He took it carelessly without pausing his thrusting. From Nicky’s engorged nipples, head movements, toe curl, and flushed places I could see she was on the edge. “Would you like to touch yourself?” I said. She nodded and made a noise through her gag that I interpreted as “yes please Sir.” “Go ahead” I said. I played with her tits while she fingered her clit and the husband fucked her arse, jerking the wife’s chain tighter and violently in time with his hips as he increased his rhythm. Soon the wife was whimpering with discomfort and anxiety as the pear ground around inside her. It quickly became clear that part of the desperation of the husband’s thrusting was that he was going limp. Nicky made some “please Sir” noises and suddenly turning towards me eyes focused on mine she came, arching her body and making muffled noises in the gag. At that moment an orgasmic clamping of her anus and pelvic floor expelled the husband’s softened cock to flop out. “Did you spurt inside her?” the wife demanded. “No!” “My turn then. Take this thing out of me, please. Now!” she said. Gone was her giggling girlishness and she took on an imperious tone. It seemed she could wear the pants in this relationship. The husband gave a final vicious yank on the chain getting a cry of pain out of her. We picked her up a laid her on her back on the bench. I unlocked and retrieved the thing sliding it out of her slippery hole. She had her strap-on belted up in an instant and became still more the Domme commanding us to hold Nicky firm while she took to her “delicious cunt.” On each side of the table, we held a leg of my property, while the wife began by licking her. After a couple of minutes, she moved to fucking Nicky and fingering her clit as she did. Nicky turned her eyes to me again and held my gaze. I took her hand and put my cock in it which she grabbed tightly as if it were an anchor, perhaps as much emotional as physical. Her grip and gaze made me feel more secure, anyway. I reached for my crop and began gently slapping her tits as she lay there. I didn’t want the wife to have Nicky all to herself. As my slaps got harder, Nicky gripped my cock tighter and took my gaze more intensely. The wife was now grunting at Nicky’s other end as she fucked strenuously. Nicky flashed a look there, then back to me. The wife pulled out, her dildo shining and slick with Nicky’s cunt juice, and she got back to nibbling and slurping again. Nicky started to moan into her gag and began wanking my cock. The husband put his cock in Nicky’s other hand. At that the wife stopped and demanded that her husband take the gag off Nicky. She wanted to hear her cry out and scream. The husband looked at me. I nodded. He removed the gag. From then on Nicky was on a roller coaster ride. The wife heard her scream alright, shortly after removing the gag. She came with some noise, but the scream happened as the wife took a leather belt to her cunt whacking as hard as she could at the tender lips. She told her husband to get into the cunt straight after and he managed enough stiffness to accomplish a sound pounding into the beaten slit. While he was in that end of her I got up to where I could get my cock into Nicky’s mouth and face fucked her. Meanwhile the wife had found the clit sucking vibrator in our bag of tricks and got it going on Nicky. She came several times during all this, once with nothing but me in her cunt where again she looked for my connection, I thought longingly, though maybe only blankly in whatever fantasy the action had taken her mind to. At one point they had Nicky kneeling upright on the bed at the brass bed head with her tits poked through the bars to the other side and tied there so she couldn’t free them. Then the husband whacked her arse with a cane while the wife beat her bound tits with a flogger, every now and then saying, “ooh that was a good one.” Nicky’s response was muffled with a gag during that. But when they freed one of her hands, she furiously rubbed another orgasm out as the beating continued. The evening ended with us all in one of Nicky’s holes. The wife had her tongue up her cunt, and the husband, still fairly floppy I noted with delighted scorn, had his cock in her mouth, while I was firmly and fully up her arse. Don’t ask how the gymnastics worked. We all agreed to try to cum together on the husband’s count of thirty. Nicky certainly came. I could feel the crush of her muscles on my cock. The wife was still whacking herself with her hand, mouth still locked on Nicky’s cunt, while I withdrew from her arse to unload all over her buttocks, and the wife’s face as it happened as she was close in that vicinity. Nicky was sucking frantically and wanking the husband but to no avail and had to keep going past his count of thirty. Eventually, the wife exhaled a long juddering sigh presumably announcing her own orgasm. She stood to take her husband’s cock from Nicky’s mouth, which she then jerked off with a vicious hand job while sealing her face wet with Nicky’s juice to his face in an active kiss that she only broke from to bend down and lick up the residual cum off his purple tip. The time had come, and I said goodbye to the couple. They were gushing in their thanks and praise of Nicky. The wife insisted on going to where I had left Nicky standing with her hands shackled above her, back in the same bondage position she was in when they arrived. She thanked Nicky directly, giving her a passionate kiss on the mouth. The husband followed his wife and as his farewell he lovingly, perhaps longingly, stroked each of Nicky’s breasts. I had put Nicky’s nipples into clamps to keep her tits alive for later, and his finally parting gesture with an avuncular grin was to twist the clamps around as far as he could. When they were gone, I took Nicky down, and we lay on the big bed together. I asked her how it was. She said, it was amazing though not as much as the guy last night, but what she loved best and this was better than anything last night, was that I had fully joined in and was with her the whole time. I took her in my arms, and we had loving sex for another hour, mouth on mouth, locked together in her sex, rocking in pleasure in several positions. Before we left the dungeon, I took her to the wet area and gently washed her down with warm water. Her welts and bruises were now much worse than before, and I started to worry how she would get through what else I had planned for her with more Doms over the next few days. TO BE CONTINUED... |
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