Connie sat in her car, nervous at meeting Donna for the first time.  They had been chatting for several months after meeting on a D/S personals site.  Connie was single, and was curious about this lifestyle.  Donna seemed like the nuturing type, giving Connie much needed advice, which turned into a mutual attraction.  Both being bi greased that wheel a bit, but Donna was a married 24/7 slave to her husband and while Jim knew of their on line relationship, he was unaware they were meeting today.  Donna’s intention of this get together was to see if Connie would have the chemistry needed to be a “second” as Donna put it.  She knew her Master well, but she was taking a risk by not telling him about today.

The plan was to meet Donna close to their home, go out for something to eat and chat in person.  The time was set for 100pm on a Monday afternoon.  As Connie lived two hours away, she would have to leave around 1100.  But Connie was always late.  A bad habbit of hers.  So, 1100 turned to 1120.  As she drove up I-95, she got a text message from Donna.  “You on your way?”.  Connie replied, “yep babe, be there a bit after 100 at this pace.”  The reply was “I hope you are on time, please.  Plans changed too.  I’ve got a surprise for you honey, a good surprise.  My car will be at the spot.”  “It’ll be opened and a bag with instructions will be inside.”  “Do you understand??”  Connie gulped a little.  Donna never spoke to her like this, but then again, it is a text message.  Should she call her?  No, she thought better of it.  She needed to steel herself for the challenges that hopefully lie ahead.  She replied “Yes ma’am, I’ll do it”

So, here she is, looking at Donna’s car parked in an empty field.  Why Donna chooses this instead of a regular parking lot was anyone’s guess.  Connie get’s out of her car and goes to Donna’s and gets inside.  The bag was there and its contents made Connie gasp.  She knew what they were; two pairs of black steel handcuffs (one short chain, the other longer) a blindfold, an O ring gag (she recalled Donna telling her about wearing it for hours while she was orally used) and a sheet of instructions.

Connie,

Sorry for the abrupt change in plans; it’s my fault actually and I’ll explain later.  But I think you’ll find this way is much more fun!  Now first thing I need you to do is to text me back (do not call) and then you’ll have ten min’s to lay in the back seat, attach the  gag, the blindfold (nice and tight) lay on your belly and attach the cuffs carefully, but snug. (Longer one is for your feet) You’ll be picked up.

If you can’t do this, then just leave and I’ll be in touch.  No hard feelings either.

I hope I see you soon.

Feeling a bit apprehensive, she stared at the note.  She took a deep breath, climbed into the back and started putting the toys on.  She started immediately getting wet, soaking her panties like never before.  The ring gag went in with a little difficulty, but she massaged her jaw for a min before getting the gag home.  Blindfold went on, tight so not to slip off.  Onto her belly, she cuffed her ankles, her flip flops came off.  With nothing better to do now but wait for whatever, she slides her sundress up and over her buttocks.  She begins to slide her fingers in the clef of her ass cheeks, rubbing her anus slightly before heading down to her wet pussy, through her panties.  Rubbing back and forth, feeling her juices running as she tries to find her clit, but unable to do so in this bondage.

She is lost in a little day dream of her kissing Donna so she doesn’t notice when the back door is opened.  She wakes from her day dream with a man saying “you greedy little slut, starting with us, huh?”  Startled, she attempts to get up only to have the man get into the back seat on top of her and push her head down onto the seat with his large hands.  She whimpers wonder who this is and what is happening.  “Don’t worry little girl, I found out about your little meeting with my deviant little bitch and thought I’d join you.”  Its Donna’s Master finally realizes and she begins to shake even harder.  His lips an inch of her ear he says “don’t worry, you’ll be fine.  But you are late ya know and Donna is, let’s say, is paying a price for your tardiness.” He leans off of her to look her over, admiring her shape.  He takes a clip from his pocket and grabs the chain from her ankle cuffs, pulling her feet upwards and connects them to her wrist cuffs.  “First hogtie my dear, and not your last you’ll be enduring.”  “Your sluty fingers need to be contained…”, with that he grabs a rolls of electrical tape and folds her left hand into a fist.  Wrapping her left hand into an unusable ball, he moved to do the same with her right.  Her mind was racing to fast for her to contemplate anything concerning resistance.  She feared was has become of her friend and now this.  “HHHmmm” he moan when he resumed her masturbation duties, with a bit more force.  “Nicely shaven I see” as his finger push her panties aside, cupping her mound.  He found the clit she was trying to find before and milked it with practiced fingers.  She began to moan louder and louder, licking her lips around the O ring holding her open.  “I am going to have to get caught up on you and your history a bit better, Donna has told me quite a bit, but I am sure there is more to learn slut.” He then grabbed her swollen clit with a bit of force making her gasp for breath.  Releasing his grip, he moved his thumb to her asshole, lubricating it.  She picked her head up in her first protest, only to have his free hand hold her head down again.  “know there is nothing you can do from here on out.” He said as he pushed his thumb into her tight ass, sliding his middle and ring fingers into her cunt.  Once her ass opened under the non stopping pressure, she screamed at the pain of the forced entry. 

Pleasure took over pain as he pumped into her, savoring her forced pleasure.  After a few min’s of this, he took his hand away from her head and began to fondle the rest of her body.  He found a large erect nipple in no time and make her scream again as he twisted it roughly though her clothing.  “Stick your tongue out cunt!” She hesitantly complied; when it was far enough out, he grabbed it, still finger fucking her holes like a bowling ball, and pulled hard.  “Obey a bit faster next time.  I have ways that will hold your tongue out for hours at a time, so be a bit faster” She nodded her head, hoping for relieve.  Releasing her tongue, he jammed two fingers into her mouth, pushing her tongue down and finding the back of her throat.  She maintains her self at this intrusion until he pushes down her throat, when her gag reflex kicks in.  He nods and withdraws slightly.  He is almost clinical, finding her gag reflex three more times.  “Something to work on deary” he mumbles as he withdraws both sets of raping fingers from her holes at the same time.  Using a small knife, he cuts her now soiled pair of panties from her, leaving her gaping cunt open to the cool air, letting her still flowing juices to settle on the back seat.  Cleaning both of his hands on her panties, he grabs her raven hair, bringing her head up with a grunt.  Her tongue, moving wildly in pushed down with the dirty panties till they were stuffed inside completely.  Picking up the roll of tape, he winds the tape around her head till her lips are no longer visible.  “Keep your tongue on those panties, wouldn’t want to swallow them now, would we?” she is warned. 

He leaves her sightless gagged form in the back and hops up front for the five min drive home.  Turning everyone once and a while to see her struggle not to fall off the seat, he finds his way up his driveway and into the garage.  Closing the door, he lifts her out of the car, unclipping the chains to let her stand up straight.  Unlocking the wrist cuffs, he allows her to rub her wrists before order her to remove her dress.  “Do it yourself or I’ll have to do it for you and you’ll have nothing else to wear.”  She complies, pulling the dress over her head.  He grabs the dress, admiring her smooth fair skin.  The bra is next and both are placed on the hood of the car for later use.  Seizing her wrists, she is recuffed.  Silent for the occasional grunt and breathing heavily through her nose, she is marched into the house, told when to step up.  She feels the heavy chains scrapping across tile, then onto carpet.  “Kneel” and she is lead to her knees.

She can hear moaning down, mixed with sobbing and a gurgling sound.  She figures it’s Donna and that she is hearing her suffering.  Blindfold being removed; she adjusts to eyes to the light.  She finds herself kneeling in the middle of a large living room.  In front of her is Donna, a short blonde hair woman of average height, nicely sized thighs with large tits, bound with leather cuffs over her head and behind her on the inclined chair, a sort of Gyno chair of sorts, which is leaned back.  Leather straps over and under to supple and large tits hold her down.  Her legs are splayed out, ankles attached to her thighs in lude fashion with black leather belts.   She remembers Donna telling her about the array of furniture he used her on. 

The punishment she is enduring is two fold; the obvious source of the pain are the clover clamps firmly attached behind her nipple piercing, as well as a third attached behind her clit one as well.  The clamps are attached over head.  Connie peaks up to see two large bags.  One of the bags has a hose apparently draining into a bucket.  The lines attached to the clamps are all tied to this bucket.  “Oh, poor baby…” she thinks.  “I let the enema bag flow into the bucket the moment you were late.” Checking his watch.. “That makes 25 min’s… Let see, oh my, about three quarts of water are pulling on her nips and clit”  “Slut, do you want me to remove these???  Donna knows she will endure sharp pain once they are removed, but the constant torture she is enduring now, she nods desperately.

The second part of her punishment is that she is gagged with a panel type of gag with a small hose attached to it running to the second rubber bag overheard.  The gurgling is Donna being forced to swallow something coming down from the bag.  The clear bag displayed its contents, something milky white and thick.  “No, it’s not semen…” she hears Jim saying observing her watching Donna, “but it’s similar in consistency, my own little receipt.  Just remember, Donna’s a squirter, especially when drinking this down”.

Jim approached his slave and motioned for Connie to come over there.  On her knees she shuffled over till she was kneeling between Donna’s legs, watching the clit being pulled up-close and smelling the arousal that Donna obviously felt, being the masochist she was.   Jim pulled off the tape holding Connie’s panties and pulled out the girl mouth stuffing.  He unfolded the mess a little bit and placed them Donna’s panel gag, just under her nose.  Jim, amused with himself, then moved towards the bucket, reached inside to shut the valve feeding water into the bucket.  He slowly detached the bucket from the pulley and the string attaching them to the clamps.  Donna moaned as loud as she could and involuntary sucked more the liquid through the panel gag as a reflex of the clamps lessening pressure.  They still had to come off however.  After setting down the bucket, he grabbed the clit clamp; “Connie, she’s being punished because of you.  Now, be a dear and make her feel all better” with that, he removed the clamp and pushed the face of a new slave onto Donna’s abused clit. “Kiss and lick her clit” he cooed as Donna screamed from the returning blood flow aided by Connie’s tongue through the ring gag.  Tears streaming from her eyes, he moved up the nipples and one at a time, he removed them and rubbed them as Donna renewed her screams.

After a few min’s, Donna calmed down and started to enjoy Connie’s attentions.  Donna was sucking the last of the vile liquid (like she had a choice) and focusing her attention on her pussy when Jim left, taking one of the bags with him.  Connie was lost in her lust to make her friend cum she didn’t notice his absence.  Donna hears the water being turned on and she knew what was to come.

Jim came back well equipped for the next task at hand.  He returned the freshly filled enema bag to its hook.  He grabbed Connie’s hair and pulled her face from Donna’s now happier cunt.   Connie’s face was a mess with slut juice and saliva running down her chin and onto her own breasts. “I need your help greedy slut…” and he proceeded to shove the girls mouth over his slave’s untouched asshole.  “LICK” was the command and Connie started to slowly lick the outside, tasting the earthy flavor.  A slap on Connie’s ass got her going a bit faster.  “See, Connie, the better you lick the easier it will be for your new friend to take this” Connie turned and was staring at a large tube with two deflated balloons.  “See, I’m going to give Donna an enema.  I place the tube in her ass past the first balloon.  I then inflate both balloons thus keeping the tube deep in her ass while I fill it with whatever I wish to put in there.  Most of the time it’s a little warm soapy water.  But there was that one time I put a little curry powder in there…” and he drifts off to his work while Connie busying herself lubricate Donna’s ass.  Connie soon started shoving gobs of saliva into Donna’s ass as she realized this was better for her and it looked like Jim would shove that hose no matter how good of a job she did. 

After a few min’s, Connie’s hair is pulled away again.  “Nice job Connie.  Maybe I should just call you ass slut!” Connie blushed at the humiliation.  “Take it as a compliment.  I don’t give too many away!”  Jim bent down and pushed the tube against Donna’s ass.  As she was trained to, Donna pushed down, opening up her ass a little.  Connie’s saliva started to come out, only to pushed back into.  With a bit of discomfort, the tube slides home.  After priming the tube coming from the bag, he attaches it to the end of the balloon tube.  He looks down at Connie, who is staring at what is happening inches from her face and starts to get really hard. (He was at half mast for most of the day once he found out what Donna was up to for today) and he proceeded to unzip his pants.  Connie looked up just in time to find Jims cock thrusting into her mouth.  Recalling her gag reflex points, he moved past her tongue and hit the back of her throat.  With Donna now watching another show unfold, she moaned a bit.  “Oh, almost forgot….” And Jim hit the valve open.  Donna was now greeted with a Hot soapy enema and she started to sweat. 

A new group of suffering girl noise was coming out in the room now; one girl was being mouth fucked and the other was filling up with liquid fire.  After a few min’s of Jim rising cum, he stopped himself short and shoved the face back onto Donna’s cunt.  Jim then went into another room and got a short rope and a riding crop.  He comes up behind Connie with Donna’s squinting through teary eyes as Jim takes the rope around Connie’s cuffs, ties off a knot, the take the other end and loops it around the back of Connie’s Ring gag.  One pull and Connie’s cuffed wrists are painfully pulled up her back.  In addition, this brings her head back a few inches.  “Continue, lick around the clit, then down both sides of her pussy, then fuck her with your tongue a few times and repeat the process.  I’ll supervise!”  Using the crop on her newly exposed ass, Jim taught Connie how to lick pussy properly.  Donna would also assist in this more actively, but today’s Dom was Jim.  Donna fucked up by not telling Jim her plans today and she was in no position now to assert anything. 

After 10 min’s, Donna was moving very close to cuming, Connie’s technique was improving, her ass decorated with angry red welts.  Jim find the enema is done, so he moves to the other part of his plan.  Standing next to Donna, he plays with her tits and starts to suck one.  With his left hand, he places his hand on Donna’s shaven mount, just above the clit.  The other hand grabs Donna by the back of the head, making her look down.  “Ok, cum for me slut, cum now!” and with a rush of sensation and emotions, Donna cums.  The liquid she was force to ingest was a mixture of water, flour (to give it that milky thick consistency) concentrated vitamin C and E and a little bit of Jim’s morning piss) worked as a diuretic, much like coffee and alcohol.  All that she ingested, a good part of it was now in her bladder, which was now shooting out onto Connie’s face and open mouth.  Connie started to lick everything up, realized what she was licking up and started to back off; Jim was too quick and forces her back onto Donna’s spasming cunt.  The lust of being forced to do this overwhelmed Connie and she greedily licked and swallowed (her pride as well).

Five min’s later, Donna was exhausted.  She still had three quarts of warm water inside.  She hopes he would let her release soon.  However, he turned to an equally exhausted Connie and grabbed her by the hair and dragged her into the bathroom.  Into the tub she went and her ankles where once again attached to her wrist cuffs, but do to the added bondage to her gag, her feet were in more of a “proper” hogtie than before.  After petting her hair for a bit, he returned to the living room where he went to retrieve the suffering Donna.  “Glad I put down towels you piggy slut!” he laughed as he un-did the straps holding her down and sat up a very full Donna to sitting position.  She could not bring her hands up, they were attached to the back of the panel gag.  He undid the hose into her panel gag, he undid the hose from the balloon apparatus.  He undid the straps on her legs and led her bowlegged and wobbly into the bathroom with one hand on her belly and one behind her back moving her along.  Indeed, she looked like she was six months pregnant!  “Oh, that reminds me” as he pats her belly much to her chagrin stated with a grunt.. ”Nigel’s breeding bitch is in need of a milking since she’s about nine months along now.  I think you two little piggy’s will assist this weekend!” and Donna knew what that means for a few hours this weekend, but Connie didn’t.  Another cramp and another grunt from the frumpy looking Donna.

As he approached the large toilet/bade he released the cuffs from behind her head and allowed her to hold the in front of her letting the blood flow back into her arms.  As the tears formed again, he wiped them away with tissue paper and turned to Connie who was looking up at them.  “So, do you want to stay?” she nodded affirmative.  “Do you want to stay the weekend with us?” after thinking about her plans, she nodded ok.  “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to call anyone you need to.”  “There will there a goal, you will have this weekend to endure then you’ll leave with a decision to make next week.  Till then, you belong to me first”  She stared at him, adjusting herself in this stressful hogtie, thinking and wondering what would happen now.  He turned to Donna and march her the few steps for her to straddle the toilet/bade facing the wall and away from the tub.  He re-secured to leather cuffed wrists back behind her head, took a chain from the over head shelve he kept there for these occasions and attached her cuffs to it with padlock.  He then took a pair of cuffs attached to a spreader bar he had leaning on the wall and secured her ankles to the back side of the toilet.  This is where she will remain till he releases her.  The balloon plug would keep the roiling contents in her gut till he felt she suffered enough.

He then turned and approached the hogtied Connie.  “So, what do you want now, do you want to stay” She again nodded, as best as she could, yes.  “Asked me to stay then”  “ppllleetthhzz sshhhiirr” is what comes out.  Jim unzips his pants again and points it at the bound girl.  “Now, ask for this.  Ask greedy slut, ask for this…”  “Pppllleeetthhhzzz” and a look of true submission in her eyes, he let loose a steady stream of urine onto her face and open mouth.  She cough and sputtering, trying to use her tongue to keep out the piss, but not succeeding very well.  He moved his stream over the rest of her body, hitting her ass, legs, and feet and up her back.  

After he is done, he walks over to the toilet where Donna, sweating like a pig, looks up at him and looks down as he wipes his cock on her.  Tapping it on her right tit, “Your ass will be emptied now, and then you’ll paddled with Mr. Lady Spanker to finish your punishment.  I’m saving a nice load for your ass however.  I will fuck your ass after your paddling very hard.  Hard paddling, hard fucking.  What a nice start to the afternoon, eeehh?” as he strokes her sweating face, Donna listens to the heavy breathing of Connie who is in daze, who despite have a golden shower, felt her clit buzzing from all of this and the anticipation of what is to come. 

With one hand, he reaches in front of Donna to diddle her clit, with the other hand reaching around and deflating the balloons.  With a grunt, he pulled out the tube and she instinctively closed her hole as she had been trained too.  Now was the real endurance test; standing up, he kisses her on the forehead and then over her gagged lips.  “Release it, relax, do not force it”.  At first nothing happens as Jim moves toward the tub.  He spanks Connie on the ass a few times to wake her up.  “Good girl, now what do you say for your shower?”. “ttthhhuunngkk uuuu ssshhirr”.  And with that, he plugs the tub and turns on the shower.  The shower in the toilet starts to begin with Donna almost sobbing in relief. 

“Donna you’ll thank me later, won’t you?”  Donna nods and mumbles something that is assumed a thank you, the panel gag fills her mouth almost completely; it just allows for swallowing.

“Ok girls, I’ll be back in a few min’s.  Connie, keep your head up and now, you girls be good”, he turns to head out, turns on the fan and turns out the light.  With two sets of squeals going now, he gently closes the door and heads for a well deserved beer.

“Man, it’s tough to be the Dom” he states out load as strolls casually away from his two pets.