Bert kneels on the floor in front of the sofa, nearly naked. A cock cage encloses his soft, limp dick, and keeps it that way. His hands, handcuffed in front of him, were cupped under a large glass ashtray. His ankles were locked together with metal ankle cuffs. He gazes up at Shauna, the young goddess tormenting him. He loved looking at her shoulder length black hair and soft brown eyes. He considered himself lucky whenever she invited him over.
Shauna lounges on the sofa, enjoying her cigarette. She’d invited her friend and co-worker, Holly, over for an afternoon of fun. She looks down at her slave, kneeling beside her, and smiles. She was amazed that he returned time and time again for her to tease and torment.
Shauna puts her cigarette out and gets up when she hears the doorbell. She opens the door, gives Holly a big hug, and leads her into the living room.
Holly looks down at Bert. “So this is the slave you were telling me about.”
Shauna smiles. “Yes. He comes over and serves me whenever I call him.”
Holly and Shauna sit down on the sofa with Bert between them. They light a cigarette, take a puff, lean over, and blow smoke in his face.
Bert winces from the smoke. He tries not to stare at Holly’s dirty blonde hair. She’s a few inches taller than Shauna, and a little slimmer. She seems to be about the same age as Shauna, maybe mid twenties.
Holly leans back and laughs. “Thanks for inviting me over, Shauna.”
Shauna smiles. “You’re welcome, Holly. I wanted to show him off.”
Holly flicks her ashes into the ashtray. “Yes, I can see why. He’s cute, kneeling in front of us and holding our ashtray.”
Holly and Shauna finish their cigarette.
Shauna turns to Bert and commands, “Slave, get us some iced tea.
Bert responds, “Yes, Bitch Shauna.” The ankle cuffs make it difficult for him to stand up. The chain is just long enough for him to pull his right leg forward and place his foot on the ground. Carefully, he lifts himself with his right leg, and gets his left leg under him. The strain on his leg muscles cramps them for several days afterwards.
Bert puts the ashtray down on the end table and walks into the kitchen. The chain on the ankle cuffs forces him to take very tiny steps.
As soon as Bert leaves the room, Holly turns to Shauna, laughing. “You have him call you Bitch?”
Shauna grins. “Yes. I didn’t like it when he called me Mistress or Ma’am. Made me sound so old.” She snickers and squirms in her seat. “Besides, the way he says it, it sounds nice.”
Holly leans back on the sofa. “Where’d you meet slave?”
Shauna leans back. “At the club. He came in one afternoon. I heard from the other girls that he was looking for a lady to blow smoke in his face, so I wandered over. We hit it off, and he took me to the Champagne room and spent several hundred dollars. He told me about all the erotic stories he wrote, and how he’d always wanted a pretty young lady to dominate him and treat him like shit. He turned me on so much that I rubbed my clit raw that week, just imagining doing to him what he’d told me.”
Holly lightly slaps Shauna’s thigh with the back of her hand. “Fuck, I never meet interesting guys at the club. I wish I’d seen him first.”
Shauna laughs. “I’m sure you do. I invited him over a week later, and he comes over whenever I call. Anyway, I thought of you when I decided I could use some help. If this works out, maybe we can share him.”
Holly grins. “What do you want me to do?”
Shauna smiles. “Just follow my lead for now. If you want slave to do something, just tell him. I’ve already commanded him to obey you.”
Bert returns carrying two tall glasses of iced tea. He kneels down in front of the sofa. The ankle cuff chain and balancing the glasses cause him to take his time getting down first on his left knee, and then on his right.
Shauna takes one of the glasses, takes a couple of sips, and hands it back to Bert. Holly takes the other glass, takes a few sips, but hesitates in giving it back to him.
Shauna smiles at Holly. “You don’t have to hold your drink. That’s what slave’s for.”
Holly hands her drink to Bert. “Do you enjoy being our slave?”
Bert looks up at Holly. “Yes, Bitch Holly. I would do almost anything just to be around beautiful young women like you.”
Holly blushes. “Thank you slave. You think I’m beautiful?”
“Yes, Bitch Holly.”
Holly and Shauna leisurely sip their drinks. When they’re finished, Bert slowly stands up and brings the empty glasses into the kitchen.
Holly turns to Shauna. “Why’s it so hard for slave to stand up?”
Shauna smiles. “The ankle cuffs make it almost impossible for slave. I love watching him struggle to stand up and kneel down. And he looks so cute taking those tiny steps.”
Holly snickers. “You’re such a bitch, Shauna.”
Shauna bows quickly. “Thank you. I aim to please.”
Holly smiles. “Do you still see slave at the club?”
Shauna leans back on the sofa. “A couple of times a month. He takes me into the Champagne room, and I make him sit on his hands while I straddle him and blow smoke in his face. I don’t even take my top off anymore.”
Holly laughs. “No shit. Sounds like you have him eating out of your hand.”
Shauna snickers. “Not quite, but close. You’ll see when slave comes back.”
Bert returns and slowly kneels down on the floor in front of Holly and Shauna.
Shauna kicks off her sandal, and lifts up her left foot.
Bert takes Shauna’s ankle in his hands. He kisses the ball of her foot, and sucks on her little toe. He sucks each toe in turn, spending the most time on her big toe. Shauna lies back on the sofa, squeezing her breasts and nipples through her blouse.
Holly enjoys watching Bert make love to Shauna’s foot. She looks at Shauna with awe. She hurries and takes off her shoes and socks. After Bert finishes caressing Shauna’s foot, Holly holds up her right foot.
Bert kisses the ball of Holly’s foot, licking the dampness. He licks the ball of her foot before he sucks on her toes. Holly throws her head back and closes her eyes, enjoying the sensations. She squeezes her breasts and plays with her nipples through her shirt.
Holly opens her eyes and takes her foot from Bert when she hears Shauna command, “That’s enough slave. Show Holly how you dust for me.”
Holly and Shauna grin while they watch Bert struggle to stand up. He gets the feather duster and starts dusting the mantle. Holly gets up and picks up a cat-o-nine tails whip. She stands behind Bert, watching him dust.
“You missed a spot, slave.” Holly smacks Bert across his back with the whip.
“Sorry Bitch Holly.” Bert flinches from the blow. He wants to please her. He dusts the mantle.
Holly teases Bert by telling him over and over he missed dusting something, and whipping his back and bottom. She criss-crosses his back with red streaks before Shauna gets up and announces, “We’re going to the bedroom now.”
Holly and Shauna go into the bedroom. Bert puts the feather duster away and follows. He finds Holly and Shauna sitting on the side of the bed, naked. Holly has a more athletic body than Shauna. He can’t help but notice their stiff nipples and deep red swollen pussy lips. He smiles, knowing that his serving them sexually excites them.
Shauna gets up. She unlocks his handcuffs, and locks them again behind his back. She takes a leather ball gag from the end table. He bites down on the rubber ball as she buckles the gag on his head. She picks up a pair of clothespins tied together with a two-foot length of yarn. She pinches each of his nipples in turn and clips them with the clothespins.
Holly snickers.
Bert winces. The pain is sharp at first, but dulls a bit after a minute or so. Shauna flicks the clothespins with her finger. He twitches with every flick.
Shauna rubs her hands and breasts all over Bert’s body. She fondles his chest and back until she sees his cock get as stiff as the cage allows. Smiling, she lies down on the bed with her legs hanging off the side.
The pain in Bert’s nipples and cock are vying for his attention. Ignoring them, he slowly kneels down in front of Shauna. He bends over and buries his face in her pussy. He can see her swollen pussy lips, and knows she’s ready for him. Her nipples are standing up on her chest like large pencil erasers.
Bert rubs his nose against Shauna’s clit. She pulls his head down on her until his nose is buried in her pussy. He can barely breathe as she moves his head around. After a couple of minutes, she drives his head in and out of her pussy, fucking his nose.
Holly lies beside Shauna, watching her fuck Bert’s face. Holly fingers her clit, aroused. She smiles the first time Shauna stops, her body convulsing in an orgasm.
After Shauna’s experiences her second body numbing orgasm, she lets go of his head.
Bert straightens his back, taking deep breaths.
Holly falls on her back, her legs hanging over the side of the bed. “Get over here, slave.”
Bert slides down the side of the bed on his knees until he’s in front of Holly. She has slightly flatter breasts, and her nipples are standing at attention waiting for him. Her pussy lips are the darkest red he’s ever seen.
Holly pulls his head down into her pussy. It takes her a couple of minutes before she gets the hang of moving his head around. She fucks his nose to two strong orgasms before she lets go.
Bert straightens his back, catching his breath. Holly’s scent was a little lighter and sweeter than Shauna’s. He enjoyed pleasuring both of them.
Holly turns to Shauna. “That was fucking fantastic. I’ve never fucked a nose before.”
Shauna grins. “You haven’t felt anything yet, Holly.”
Holly’s mouth gapes open. “You mean there’s more?”
Shauna smiles and sits up on the bed. She gets a dildo from the end table and buckles the base to the front of Bert’s leather ball gag. She gets back on the bed on her hands and knees, and wiggles her ass while he slides back up the bed and inserts the dildo into her wet, throbbing pussy. As soon as she feels the dildo inside her, she rocks back and forth, slowly at first.
Holly gawks in silent amazement watching Shauna fuck the dildo on Bert’s face. She watches Shauna bury her ass in his nose with every thrust. She watches as Shauna fucks to another three orgasms before she falls on her chest, mewing and wiggling her ass with satisfaction.
Holly is up on her hands and knees in an instant. “My turn, slave.” She wiggles her ass as Bert slides down the bed again. She rocks back and forth on the dildo so hard that he thinks she’s going to break his nose. After her first orgasm, she stops and waits while she expels some air from her pussy. She rides the dildo to another couple of hard, long orgasms before she falls on her chest, cooing and sighing.
Shauna grins. “So Holly, what do you think?”
Holly pants and catches her breath. “That was the best dildo fuck I’ve ever had. Thank you for inviting me over, Shauna.”
Shauna sits up on the side of the bed. “Don’t mention it, Holly. What are friends for?”
Shauna unsnaps the dildo from Bert’s leather ball gag. She wipes it with rubbing alcohol and puts it away in the end table. She unbuckles the gag, wipes the rubber ball, and puts it away.
Bert takes several deep breaths. His nipples throb from the clothespins’ endless grip. He smells Holly and Shauna’s scents hanging in the air, and enjoys seeing their swollen pussies. His cock tries to swell in spite of the cage.
Shauna takes a metal ashtray from the end table. She puts it in Bert’s mouth. He clamps down on the edge with his teeth as she lights a cigarette. After a little while Holly sits up on the side of the bed and lights a cigarette. They sit quietly and enjoy their cigarettes together.
Bert concentrates on keeping the ashtray in his mouth. He winces whenever one of his bitches flicks ashes into the ashtray.
Shauna finishes her cigarette first. She lies back down, her legs hanging off the bed. “I feel so relaxed.”
Holly bends over and blows smoke in Bert’s face. “I know what you mean, Shauna. Having a slave is so cool.”
Bert winces from the smoke. He clamps down harder on the ashtray.
Holly finishes her cigarette and takes the ashtray from Bert’s mouth. “Stand up, slave.”
Bert struggles to his feet.
Holly reaches up and flicks the clothespins with her fingers. “How long has slave worn these?”
Bert flinches with each flick.
Shauna checks the alarm clock on the end table. “I don’t know, maybe an hour. Why?”
Holly leans over and kisses Shauna. “Let’s see how long he can stand them.”
Shauna grins. “Sounds like fun, Holly.” She looks up at Bert. “You enjoy suffering to amuse your bitches, don’t you slave?”
Bert grimaces. “Yes Bitch Shauna.”
Shauna gives the yarn a good tug. “Good.”
Bert yelps. Holly laughs.
Holly and Shauna lie down next to each other. They kiss and fondle each other for a while. Bert enjoys watching them, ignoring the throbbing pain in his nipples. His cock presses against the confines of the cage.
Shauna gets a vibrator from the end table, and pleasures Holly’s clit and pussy. Holly pushes the vibrator away after several orgasms. She rests for a while before pleasuring Shauna’s clit and pussy with the vibrator. Shauna has several orgasms before she pushes the vibrator away. They cuddle with each other for a while.
Bert enjoys the smell of their scents hanging heavy in the room and the sight of his bitches cuddling.
Holly looks over at Bert. She smiles noticing the cage constrict his cock. “Did you enjoy watching us fuck, slave?”
Bert smiles. “Yes, Bitch Holly.”
Shauna snuggles in Holly’s arms. Holly snickers. “We don’t plan on getting up anytime soon, slave.” She throws her leg over Shauna’s. “Enjoy the view.”
Holly and Shauna hold each other and cuddle for a while. Shauna rolls over and gets the cigarettes and ashtray. She lights a cigarette for Holly and herself. They lie next to each other and smoke.
After Holly finishes her cigarette, she rolls around and sits up on the side of the bed. She flicks the clothespins on Bert’s nipples.
Bert winces. His nipples feel like they’ve been clamped forever. The muscles in his legs are stiffening from standing for so long.
Holly laughs. “You’ve been wearing these for a couple of hours. How do they feel?”
“They hurt, Bitch Holly.”
Holly pulls on the yarn. Bert yelps.
“No shit, slave. They’re supposed to hurt.”
Shauna sits up and pulls Holly down next to her. They kiss and fondle, and use the vibrator on each other. After satisfying each other, they cuddle for a while.
Bert enjoys the smell of their scents and watching Shauna and Holly pleasure each other.
Shauna holds Holly’s head against her chest and runs her hands through Holly’s hair. “Why don’t we take a shower together?”
Holly looks up. “That’s a great idea, Shauna.”
Shauna gets up and gets a piece of rope. She looks at Bert and commands, “In the bathroom.”
Holly gets up and goes into the bathroom. She turns the shower on.
Shauna waits for Bert to get into the bathroom. She ties his arms to the shower rod. Shauna and Holly pull on the clothespins gripping his nipples. He winces with every pull.
When the water heats up, Shauna and Holly step in the shower. The warm humidity causes Bert to perspire. He can almost see them behind the shower curtain.
Shauna and Holly take turns soaping each other’s bodies. They pay special attention to their nipples and pussies. They rinse each other and kiss and caress each other while the hot water runs over them. After playing in the shower for a while, they turn the water off and get out. They dry each other off.
Shauna holds up a metal ashtray. Bert clenches it with his teeth. Shauna and Holly light a cigarette and take a puff. They look at each other, take a hold of one of the clothespins, and unclamp them both at the same time while blowing smoke in his face.
Bert screams when the blood rushes into his nipples. He drops the ashtray on the floor.
Shauna slaps Bert’s face hard. “You careless slave! Look at the mess you made. You must be punished.”
Holly tries to keep a stern expression on her face and not laugh out loud.
Shauna unties Bert from the towel rack and unlocks the handcuffs. “Clean up this mess and come out to the living room.”
Bert’s face and nipples are stinging. He hangs his head. “Yes, Bitch Shauna.” He cleans up the ashes and butts while Shauna and Holly go into the living room.
Shauna goes into the kitchen and returns to the living room with a stepladder. She unhooks two hanging plants from the ceiling, and locks a four-foot length of chain to each of the screw eyes.
When Bert comes into the living room, Shauna yells, “Get over here, slave.”
Holly snickers watching Bert hurry with the ankle cuffs on.
Shauna locks the chains to Bert’s wrists, and unlocks the ankle cuffs. She feels the marks the cuffs made in his ankles. She spreads his legs and ties his ankles to a four-foot spreader bar. His body tightens, and it’s hard for him to breathe deeply.
Shauna stands in front of Bert, and puts a metal ashtray in his mouth. “You get one more chance, slave. If you drop this ashtray, Holly’s putting the clothespins back on, and we’ll leave you chained here for a long time.”
Bert clamps down on the ashtray with his teeth.
Shauna and Holly light a cigarette and blow smoke in Bert’s face. With his legs spread, Shauna is almost as tall as him, and Holly is taller. Shauna puts her cigarette in the ashtray, picks up a cat-o-nine tails whip, steps behind him, and smacks him across the back with the whip.
Bert jerks on the chains when he feels the whip across his back. The smoke rising from Shauna’s cigarette annoys him.
Holly smiles and takes her time smoking her cigarette.
Shauna smacks Bert’s back and bottom again and again with the whip. She’s swinging so hard, she makes Holly’s whippings seem like love taps in comparison.
Holly’s patience is rewarded when Bert screams and drops the ashtray just before she finishes her cigarette. She stoops down and picks up the astray and cigarette from the floor.
Holly stands up and slaps Bert’s face hard with the back of her hand. “You worthless slave! You made another mess.” She puts out her cigarette and takes a puff from the cigarette Shauna left in the ashtray. She blows the smoke in his face. “Now we’re leaving you.”
Holly puts the astray down and quickly clamps the clothespins on Bert’s nipples. Shauna moves in front of him, her body glistening with sweat. Holly takes Shauna’s arm, and they go back into the bedroom grinning, leaving Bert softly crying, standing in chains, his back and bottom stinging, his nipples screaming in agony.
Shauna smiles as she stands watching Bert on his hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. The base of the orange butt plug looks cute wiggling back and forth as he works his way across the room. She smiles thinking how much he does for her, and for so little in return. The sound of the doorbell interrupts her thoughts.
“After you’re finished here, clean my bathroom,” Shauna commands as she leaves the room.
Bert doesn’t stop or look up. “Yes, Bitch Shauna.” He involuntarily thrusts against the butt plug. As many times as he’s held the plug for her, it still makes him feel like he needs to go to the bathroom. After he finishes scrubbing the kitchen floor, he goes to her bathroom and sprays cleaner all over the bathtub and sink.
Shauna is glad to see her co-worker Tara at the door. “Come in.”
Tara follows Shauna into the living room. They sit down on the sofa. Shauna offers Tara a cigarette. Tara lights her cigarette and takes a puff. “Thanks for inviting me over. Where’s your slave?”
Shauna lights her cigarette. “He’s cleaning the bathroom.”
Tara laughs. “No shit! I wish I could find someone to do housework for free.”
“It’s not free. After he finishes I have to spend some time torturing him.” Shauna grins.
Tara snickers. “Poor baby, I bet it’s hard.”
“It would be if I didn’t make him wear a cock cage.” They both laugh.
Tara takes a puff of her cigarette. “So, how do you torture him?”
Shauna smiles. “He has a plug in his ass while he works. It helps him think about me even when I’m not there. It’s also fun to watch how uncomfortable it makes him. After he finishes the housework, I chain him up by the foot of my bed. The chains force him up on his toes while I whip, torment, or ignore him. Finally, I let him watch me use a vibrator, and after I’ve rested, I get up, unlock him, and send him home.”
Tara leans back on the sofa. “Mmm, sounds like fun. What do you want me to do?”
Shauna takes a puff of her cigarette. “You met him once at the club. Older guy with shoulder length hair.”
Tara thinks for a while. “Oh yeah, about three months ago. He bought me one drink and we talked. Mostly about you if I remember correctly.”
Shauna smiles. “Yes. Afterwards, I asked him what he thought about you.”
Tara leans forward. “Oh. What did he say?”
Shauna smiles. “He said you seemed like a high-maintenance air head.”
Tara explodes. “What! Why that son-of-a-bitch! Wait until I get my hands on him.”
Shauna smiles. “Exactly. And here’s what you’re going to do...”
Bert scrubs the bathroom floor while the scrubbing bubbles work their magic. After cleaning the sink and tub, he looks around for Shauna. Usually she watches him work. He puts the cleaning supplies away and goes through the bedroom into the living room.
Bert sees Shauna sitting on the sofa with another woman. He stands in front of them, lowers his head, and softly says, “I’ve finished cleaning the bathroom, Bitch Shauna.”
Shauna doesn’t even look up at Bert. “This is Bitch Tara. She’ll be torturing you today. Wait for us in the bedroom.”
“Yes Bitch Shauna.” Bert turns and leaves the room.
Tara turns to Shauna, laughing. “You have him call us Bitch?”
Shauna grins. “Yes. Mistress and ma’am made me feel so old. Are you ready to torture slave?”
Tara smiles and rubs her hands together. “More than ready.”
Shauna and Tara go into the bedroom. Shauna gets the footstool and commands, “On your toes, slave.” Bert stands up on his toes while Shauna locks his leather wrist cuffs to chains hanging from the ceiling and his leather ankle cuffs to an 18" spreader bar. Once Bert’s restrained, Shauna and Tara undress by the side of the bed.
Shauna moves in front of Bert and lights a cigarette. “Slave, do you remember Bitch Tara from the club?”
Bert’s cock stirs watching Shauna light her cigarette. Her goddess-like face, shoulder length black hair, and brown eyes make his heart melt. He looks over at Tara and sees a tall shapely young woman with shoulder length blonde hair. He thinks for a while before he shakes his head, “No Bitch Shauna, I don’t remember Bitch Tara.”
Shauna sits down on the bed as Tara walks over and stands in front of Bert. “We had a drink together a few months ago. You mostly talked about Shauna, but she tells me I made quite an impression on you. I’m surprised you don’t remember me.”
Bert stares into Tara’s face. He thinks for a while before he answers, “Sorry Bitch Tara, but I don’t remember you.”
Tara picks up a flogger and lightly hits her hand with it. “You told Bitch Shauna that I was a high-maintenance air head.”
A look of horror crosses Bert’s face. The memory floods back. He remembers sitting with Tara and talking about her life. He hangs his head as he remembers telling Shauna at the club just what he thought of Tara.
Tara grins. “Now do you remember, slave?”
Bert doesn’t look up. “Yes Bitch Tara.”
Tara grabs Bert’s chin and pulls his head up. “Look at me when I talk to you, slave. I’m going to punish you for that remark.” She smacks his side with the flogger. “After every hit I want you to say I’m sorry Bitch Tara.”
“Yes Bitch Tara. I’m sorry Bitch Tara.”
Tara smiles. “Good.” She steps behind Bert and smacks his back with the flogger.
“I’m sorry Bitch Tara,” Bert answers.
Tara smacks Bert’s back again and again. After a while he loses count of how many times she smacks him. His voice cracks from saying I’m sorry so many times. Bert is surprised when Tara stops hitting him.
Tara steps in front of Bert. Her skin is glistening from the exertion. She catches her breath and says, “You’re right. You are a sorry slave. You see Bitch Shauna sitting on the bed, slave?”
“Yes Bitch Tara.”
“Bitch Shauna wants me to eat her pussy, but I don’t feel like it. You know what would make me want to eat her pussy, slave?”
“No Bitch Tara.”
“Torturing you, slave. Do you want me to eat Bitch Shauna’s pussy, slave?”
“Yes Bitch Tara.”
Tara picks up a pair of clothespins from the dresser. The clothespins have loops of string tied through the spring. She steps in front of Bert, grinning. “Can I put these on your nipples, slave?”
Bert looks at Shauna sitting on the bed and back at Tara. “Yes Bitch Tara.”
Bert forgets about his stinging back as Tara pinches his nipple and snaps the first clothespin on. Bert grimaces and holds in a scream as she pinches his other nipple and snaps the clothespin on. He feels the pain in his nipples dull as he watches her pick up a pair of weights and return.
“Can I hang these weights on your nipples, slave?”
Bert notes that Tara picks up the six-ounce weights. He sighs and answers, “Yes Bitch Tara.”
Smiling, Tara hangs the weights from the clothespins. The weights pull the clothespins down and sharpen the pain in Bert’s nipples.
Bert grimaces while watching Tara get a cigarette and lighter from the dresser. She comes back in front of him. Instead of lighting her cigarette, she holds the lighter under his cock.
Shauna screams and laughs with delight.
Bert screams and tries to twist his cock away from the lighter, but the chains keep him from moving much. The weights yank on his nipples as they swing wildly. Tara moves the lighter back and forth under his cock long enough that he can feel the chrome cock cage heating up. Finally, mercifully, she pulls the lighter up, lights her cigarette, and puts the lighter down on the dresser.
Bert’s nipples and cock scream in pain while he watches Tara pick up a wooden paddle and walk behind him. She smacks his ass several times with the paddle. He nearly screams when she surprises him by burning both his ass cheeks with her cigarette. She puts the paddle down on the dresser and moves in front of him. She takes a puff of her cigarette and blows the smoke in his face. “I’ve enjoyed torturing you, slave. I know Bitch Shauna enjoyed watching.”
Tara takes one last puff of her cigarette and puts it out on Bert’s chest. He yelps as she twists the butt a few times and lets it drop to the floor. She turns and gets into bed with Shauna.
Bert watches as they kiss and fondle each other for a while. Tara rolls over on her back while Shauna climbs on top in a sixty-nine position. He sees Shauna’s face glow from the bliss as Tara munches on her clit. After a while, Shauna pulls herself forward and rests after a noisy orgasm.
Tara rolls her over and climbs on top. Tara mews while Shauna attacks her pussy. Tara grabs the bed sheet with her hands and squeezes as waves of ecstasy roll through her body. She lowers herself on the bed to rest.
Shauna rolls Tara over and cuddles with her for a while. Before long Tara gets a cigarette and sits up in bed, her back resting against the headboard. “Did you enjoy watching us, slave?”
Bert’s cock throbs as much as the cock cage allows. “Yes Bitch Tara.”
Tara shivers and smiles. “I enjoyed it very much. Torturing you made me very horny. I wish I could take you home with me.” She takes a puff of her cigarette. “But since I’m such an air head, I might forget to unlock you and leave you shackled for days at a time.”
Shauna laughs.
Tara puts her cigarette in the ashtray and picks up a length of rope from the floor by the bed. Before Shauna has a chance to react, Tara quickly ties Shauna’s wrists together and ties them to the headboard.
“Tara, what the fuck are you doing?” Shauna cries out.
Tara smiles. She takes her time getting up from the bed and picking up another couple of pieces of rope. Shauna struggles and tries to kick Tara, but Tara grabs each of Shauna’s ankles and securely ties them to the corners of the bed. Tara straddles Shauna’s chest and pins her to the bed. Tara takes her time retying Shauna’s wrists to the headboard more securely, slapping Shauna once across her face with the back of her hand when she struggles a bit too forcefully. Tara climbs off the bed and picks up Shauna’s panties from the floor. She stuffs the panties into Shauna’s mouth and ties a piece of rope around Shauna’s head to hold them in place.
Bert hears Shauna crying and wishes he could do something to stop Tara. Smiling, Tara picks up her cigarette and moves in front of Bert. “Your ass is mine now, slave.”
Bert’s concerned about what Tara might do to Shauna and him. “Yes Bitch Tara,” he whispers softly.
Tara flicks the clothespin weights with her fingers. “What’s the longest you’ve ever worn these, slave?”
Bert grimaces as the weights pull on his nipples. “An hour, Bitch Tara.”
Tara grins and takes a puff of her cigarette. “Is that all? Let’s find out how long you can suffer for me, slave. I’ll be back in a while.” She puts her cigarette out in the ashtray, puts on a robe, and leaves.
Shauna stops crying. She struggles against the ropes for a little white before she realizes that it’s useless.
Bert squirms. The muscles in his arms stiffen. The constant pain in his nipples no longer distracts him from the strain he feels in his calf and thigh muscles. There’s nothing to do but wait and hope that Tara comes back soon.
Shauna falls asleep on the bed. Hours pass before she wakes up again. She wiggles around as much as she can, trying to relieve the stiffness in her muscles.
Bert’s hands go numb. He tries to stand as high on his toes as he can, but his leg muscles refuse to cooperate. He decides he has nothing to lose and yells, “Please come back Bitch Tara.” as loud as he can.
Several minutes pass before Tara saunters in. She takes off her robe, lights a cigarette, and stands in front of Bert, grinning. “I guess I lost track of the time. I’m such an air head, you know.”
“Please Bitch Tara, please unlock me.” Bert pleads.
Tara takes a puff of her cigarette and blows the smoke in Bert’s face. She rubs his cheek with her fingers. “You’re so adorable when you beg.” She reaches up and feels Bert’s hands. “My, what a nice shade of purple. And so cold, too.”
Tara takes her time getting the key from the dresser, moving the footstool, and unlocking his left hand. His hand stings as he shakes it to help blood flow. His other hand and feet, while still restrained, are relieved of most of the pressure.
While Bert shifts his position and gets comfortable, Tara quickly unsnaps the clothespins from his nipples. His right wrist almost breaks as his knees gave out from the pain shooting through his nipples. By the time he recovers his balance and is aware of Tara, she’s standing next to the bed with a flogger in her hand.
Tara looks down at Shauna squirming on the bed. “You fucking stuck-up bitch. I feel like whipping the shit out of you.” The first blow lands across Shauna’s breasts. Shauna twists as much as she can. She squirms while Tara smacks her breasts, stomach, legs, and pussy. Tara’s skin is glistening when she stops and puts the flogger down on the dresser.
Shauna’s skin glows light red and her chest heaves from heavy breathing. Her eyes are wide open, wondering what Tara will do next.
Tara gets the key from the dresser and unlocks Bert from the wrist and ankle shackles. He falls to the floor and doesn’t try to get up. His arm and leg muscles scream from their stiffness. When he looks up Tara is dressed and looking down at him.
“Your Bitch is still tied to the bed, slave. You can do anything you want to her, anything at all.” Tara remarks as she leaves.
Some time passes before Bert can get up. He goes to the bathroom and gingerly takes the butt plug out. His ass is throbbing and sore. He applies a salve, cleans up, washes his hands, and goes back into the bedroom. He sees the look of terror in Shauna’s eyes as he makes his way to the headboard.
Bert stops and looks at Shauna. He’s tempted to fondle her breasts, or kiss her, but sighs and unties her wrists. She rips the gag out of her mouth and coughs while he unties her ankles. He gives her a glass of water, which she hurriedly drinks.
Shauna puts the glass down and looks up at Bert. “After torturing you so many times, why didn’t you take advantage of me, Bert?”
Bert sits down on the bed and rubs Shauna’s stiff arms. “I thought about it, but I decided I respected myself too much to use you like that.”
Shauna closes her eyes. “Mmm, that feels so good.” She pulls Bert to her. “Let’s lay here for a while.”
Bert and Shauna lie on the bed and massage each other’s arms and legs. After they rest a while, Shauna unlocks the chrome cock cage. They cuddle, kiss, and Shauna has a nice orgasm riding Bert’s cock. After she rests, she lies beside him and masturbates Bert to a pleasant orgasm. They fall asleep in each other’s arms, happy and content.
