https://www.literotica.com/s/road-trip-ch-05-2 The ride was great; warm weather, in fact too warm under our leathers, good roads, little traffic and beautiful scenery. We stopped once on the five-hour trip for a snack and short rest, both Celeste and I opening our jackets to cool off, Celeste attracting far more attention than me as we were naked beneath and the sides of her jacket only just covered her nipples, unless she chose to flash other customers in the roadhouse. 2 Once we arrived at Ted and Lex's home, the gates opened, letting us ride up the long, meandering driveway, then the garage doors opened and we drove into the spacious garage next to Ted's SUV. The doors closed after us and we gratefully removed our leathers and allowed our bodies to cool off and breathe a bit. 3 "Good trip?" asked Ted as he opened the trunk to begin unpacking. 4 "Excellent," I confirmed as I helped Lex ease her tight pants off her sweaty legs, taking the opportunity to caress her pussy for a few strokes. She batted my hand away. 5 "At least wait till we're inside," she said in a mock angry voice. 6 We took what we needed from our saddlebags, not much so we each only had our hands full, then followed Ted and Lex upstairs. We walked into the lounge and stopped in amazement at the view through the huge sliding glass doors, across the wide balcony, manicured lawns and gardens with a pool waiting invitingly, and a strip of coastal vegetation, to the ocean beyond. It was magnificent. 7 "With a place like this, why do you need to go on holiday to the beach?" I asked Ted. 8 "Well, as they say, a change is as good as a holiday. Besides, we wouldn't have found you two if we hadn't. The beach here is deserted and, for us, much of the thrill of being naked on a beach is watching and being watched by other people. There's not much of that available here," he replied, stripping off his clothing while Lex pushed down her thong panties to join us. "How about a drink?" 9 Ted and I settled for beers while he prepared sex on the beach cocktails for the ladies. 10 "No need for sex on the beach here," lamented Lex, "Nobody to watch or be watched by, except our neighbor." 11 "Guess we'll just have to watch each other," replied Celeste, stepping onto the deck as Ted opened the doors. 12 The cooler outside air was wonderful after the tight riding gear and the warmth of the closed house. We settled into the reclining chairs and took in the scenery in a more leisurely fashion. The beach seemed to go on for ever in both directions but nobody was visible. Looking both ways along the grassed area, we could see other mansions like Ted and Lex's nearby, but not so close as to be intrusive. Two houses down I could see a woman resting against the balustrade handrail and from this distance she appeared to be naked, but it was too far to be certain. Ted noticed where I was looking and grinned. 13 "Yeah, she's naked," he confirmed, "They're a bit like us, quite sexually uninhibited. We've had a few interesting evenings with them. Maybe they'll come around some time while you're here. Incidentally, you're most welcome to stay as long as you wish. We'll sort out a room for you soon." 14 "Thanks so very much, Ted and Lex," replied Celeste, "It'll be wonderful spending time here with you. Do you guys go to work, or what's the story?" 15 "Well, we're both in technology. Lex is a software engineer and works as a sole operator from home. I'm a software analyst and work for a major company, but I operate from home and maybe go to town once a week. Town, by the way, is about a half hour drive away. So, most of the time we're at home, which we like because it allows us to do what we really enjoy most for most of the time." 16 I couldn't help myself. "So, what is it that you really enjoy?" I asked. 17 "Oh, we're both into bdsm, especially wearing sexy, constricting outfits. I find there's nothing more stimulating than being restrained from making love while watching Lex in tight leather gear, also restrained from any sexual activity until our partner chooses to release us. You'll just have to try it soon." 18 "I get sooo horny wearing restrictive clothing and seeing Ted's hard cock, knowing where we both want it, but being totally unable to do anything about it," added Lex with a grin, "We have a strict rule that we cannot remove our own bondage unless it's an absolute emergency. Have you guys ever experimented like that?" 19 "No, we haven't," replied Celeste, crossing her legs to surreptitiously squeeze her pussy, "But I'm sure we will in the next little while." 20 "Hmmm, two hot women in bondage gear," mused Ted aloud, "Sounds good to me." He grinned at us broadly and I noticed that his cock, like mine, was semi-hard from the erotic images conjured up in our minds. 21 We finished our drinks and returned inside, Ted and Lex guiding us around the mansion. 22 "This can be your room," said Lex as she showed us into a room that opened onto the balcony further down the house, "We're right next door, either through the passage inside or along the balcony." 23 The room allocated to us had an ensuite bathroom and wardrobe that occupied half the length of the room; I guessed the other half contained the same facilities from their bedroom, a guess that was proved correct when he showed us their own room, just slightly wider than ours. Both rooms had large, comfortable looking beds and I was certain that we'd be sharing those with Ted and Lex within a few hours. 24 After we'd been shown the upper floor, Ted and Lex escorted us downstairs and headed away from the garage end to a closed door. Ted entered the combination in the lock and we walked into the most amazing room I'd ever seen. It was also the first bdsm dungeon I'd ever seen. Celeste clutched my arm in excited apprehension as we gazed at the equipment around the room. Some things I recognized, like a St Andrews cross and the instruments of flagellation that had a couple of gaps where the ones Ted had taken on holiday would be kept. However, there was a great deal of stuff whose purpose was totally unknown to me. I felt Celeste trembling slightly as she clung to my arm and hoped it was from anticipation, not fear. 25 "Are you guys keen to do some experimentation with this gear?" asked Ted with a hopeful look on his face. 26 "Um, yes, I think so," replied Celeste, "But it would depend on what it was." 27 "Well, you've already had a small taste of what we like doing, honey, so I hope you can trust us that we wouldn't do anything that you didn't want or agree with," said Lex comfortingly. I said nothing; having seen an outfit made entirely of leather straps hanging on the wall, my mind was busy picturing Celeste wearing it, then Lex wearing it. No need to wonder why my cock was now standing out horizontally, just as Ted's was also. 28 "Do you want to try something now?" asked Ted. 29 I was amazed when Celeste answered "Yes" right away. I'd found I was a little more hesitant, but she'd jumped right in. 30 "Perhaps you'd like to try just a simple pair of strap panties," suggested Ted. 31 "Well, that certainly sounds innocent enough," agreed Celeste, "Fine, give them to me and I'll put them on." 32 "Well, no, I'll put them on you, but you'll need to empty your bladder first, just in case. You see, once they're on you are not permitted to remove them except in dire emergencies, and needing to use the bathroom is not a dire emergency," explained Ted. 33 Lex took Celeste to the bathroom and she returned a few minutes later to find Ted holding a small strappy thing in his hands. She held his shoulder for balance and put her feet through the holes one at a time, allowing him to pull the straps up to her crotch. He fastened the waist strap above her hips, tightening it far tighter than she was used to. 34 "Does it have to be that tight?" she asked. 35 "Yes, it's going to be pulled downwards quite hard so it needs to be as tight as possible. You'll soon get used to it." 36 He then tightened the two straps that went in the creases between her thighs and pussy, pulling them tightly in so that they pulled down on the waist strap and compressed her pussy, forcing her labia forwards most sexily. 37 "How does that feel?" asked Ted. 38 "Hmmm, interesting and very sexy," replied Celeste, moving her legs and watching as her lips rubbed together slightly. 39 "Good, now there's one further strap I can fit if you wish." 40 Ted held a strap of thin, plaited leather, the plaits causing it to be quite rough. 41 "This strap goes between your labia and is fastened tightly to front and rear buckles on your waist belt. I'm giving you the option of having it or not this first time because I don't want to push you too hard." 42 I held my breath as Celeste made her decision. She looked gorgeous right now and I'd have liked nothing better than to fuck her senseless, but I realized that if the next strap was fitted, fucking would be out of the question until it was removed. 43 "Yes, please, put it in place and make it tight," she replied, her face showing enthusiasm mixed with traces of concern. 44 Ted fitted the rear buckle to the strap then brought it between Celeste's legs, spreading them apart more so he could slip it between her lips, which caused it to press directly onto her clit. Celeste watched the operation nervously, unconsciously biting her lower lip. Then Ted drew the front end of the strap through the ratchet type of buckle on the front of the belt, pushing the waist belt and buckle downwards as he pulled the strap through it. The ratchet mechanism gripped the strap, preventing it from returning. With a final hard pull upwards, which nearly lifted Celeste off the floor, Ted announced it was complete. 45 "How does it feel?" he asked, apprehensive in case Celeste decided it was too tight or she didn't want this scene after all. 46 "To begin with it was painful, but after a few seconds the pain was pushed aside by a really horny feeling, which is what I have right now. I just want to be fucked, but I guess that won't be happening anytime soon." 47 "You're right there," chuckled Ted, "You look gorgeous, by the way. Can I just add to that look with some breast compression?" 48 "Yes, absolutely," agreed a now far more confident Celeste. 49 Ted took another garment, consisting once again of a few leather straps connected together, and held it against Celeste's upper body, judging size. Then he seemed to come to a decision and fitted the strappy bra so that a strap passed around her back and joined two straps that went on the insides of each breast. He adjusted the rear buckle so that the straps in front pulled her breasts outwards quite considerably. He then took the second strap, that was connected to the loops on the ends of the rear strap by passing through leather sleeves above and below each breast, and pulled the ends together, compressing the base of each breast from the outside against the loops of the first strap on the inside of each mound. He fastened the buckle then stretched Celeste's breasts, pulling them further through the holes made by the two straps, before tightening the buckle still further, tightly compressing the bases of both breasts and causing her nipples to stand out even more than their usual aroused amount. He then stood back and admired his handiwork. 50 "How's that feel now?" he asked. 51 "Awesome," replied Celeste, running her hands over the tight skin of her breasts, "They feel so hard, so sexy and the nipples are really sensitive. I could possibly cum just from breast stimulation, especially with my clit being pressed so hard." 52 "Hmmm, that's interesting. Maybe we should have a play with Celeste evening, do you think?" Ted asked, looking at me. 53 "Sounds like fun," I agreed. 54 Celeste took a few steps then stopped, grinning. 55 "Ooohh, it feels strange, not really painful but certainly very arousing. I love having my clit squeezed and this squeezes it so hard and continuously. In fact, it's great fun to walk," she grinned at Ted and me. "You guys had better be ready once you take it off. I'll need lots of cock tonight." 56 She could have had that right now as both Ted and I had hard, pulsating boners. However, waiting was one of the processes in this game. While Ted had been 'clothing' Celeste, Lex had taken the leather strap suit from the wall and climbed into it. She now approached Ted to fasten it onto her. It was similar to Celeste's except that it was in one piece, the bra and panty parts joined by straps. The panty part was the same as Celeste's so Ted hooked her up and tightened everything, including the plaited strap, then adjusted the straps around Lex's breasts, pulling the back strap tight then tightening the second strap even more that he had for Celeste, it appeared. Once he'd finished, Lex walked over to me. 57 "You like your lover dressed like this?" she asked, rubbing her hard nipples against my chest. 58 "Absolutely, darling," I replied cupping her breasts with my hands, feeling the tautness in the skin and firmness in her flesh. I couldn't help myself; I lowered my head and nipped each of her nipples with my teeth. 59 "Ooohh, yes, honey, you can do more of that later," she said, shaking her breasts in my face. 60 I came back to reality when Ted approached with some more leather strappy stuff. 61 "You ready for yours now?" he asked. 62 This was a twist I should have expected but hadn't. "Yes," I nodded, wondering what I was about to experience. 63 "Great. Lex will fit your cock and ball restraint while Celeste watches, then she can fit mine." 64 Lex knelt down in front of me and slowly jacked my cock a few times while pulling down on my ball sac with her other hand. She then took my cock into her mouth, the feeling of her tongue on the head being something I would have liked to enjoy forever. She then removed her mouth and took the leather strappy object in her hands. She used some lube that Ted handed to her and spread it on the inside of a piece of thin leather, which she then wrapped around my cock, leaving the head uncovered. The leather had a series of holes down the sides which allowed her to fasten it tightly around my cock with a boot lace, tying the ends of the lace near the base. She used her tongue to lick away a dribble of precum that had exuded from the tip. 65 Next, she took another bootlace and tied it tightly around the base of my cock and balls, pulling extra skin through so she had as much as she could. She tied that off and used the ends of the laces to tie off my balls, separating them from the base of my cock by taking several turns of lace around the base. 66 Ted handed her a waist strap and she fitted that tightly above my hips. She then took the laces that dangled from the waist strap above each ass cheek, stretching them downwards at the back and tying a firm knot in them between my thighs, continuing to bring the loose ends forwards, wrapping them in opposite directions around the base of my balls and pulling them back through my legs, stretching my ball sac through the gap between my thighs until they reached the knot tied in the laces, then she tied them tightly, holding them in place. 67 I looked downwards and saw my cock was sticking out directly in front, pulled down by my stretched balls which I could feel, but not see, between my legs. I didn't think this looked too elegant, but she wasn't finished yet. She took yet another lace and tied it tightly around the base of the head of my cock and then pulled that upwards, stretching my cock towards my waist belt, where she tied it off. My genitals were now stretched more than ever before, my cock upwards and balls backwards, both in some pain, although not really enough to complain. Pain was, after all, part of the game. 68 "How's that feel, honey?" asked Lex as she stood, rubbed her nipples across my chest and gave me a kiss on my lips. 69 "Yeah, a bit sore, but tolerable," I replied. 70 "Good. Keep it on and you'll get your reward tonight. Take it off and you'll find the shop's closed." 71 I watched as Lex guided Celeste to tie Ted's cock and balls like mine, Celeste grinning as she did so. She obviously enjoyed inflicting pain as well as receiving it; I decided I'd have to watch her from now on, life would never be the same again. 72 We returned upstairs to the balcony and Ted went to fix us more drinks while Celeste and I found the difficulties of sitting, an action which pulled the plaited leather across Celeste's clit as it tightened in the rear and loosened in front, causing the strap to saw into her sensitive vulva and clit. For me, I needed to sit carefully, leaning back unless I wanted the pain of sitting on my balls. 73 Ted handed the drinks around and sat gingerly, then raised his glass in a toast. 74 "To sexual pain and all the pleasures that it brings," he toasted. We all clinked glasses and drank. 75 "You know, the way you guys are tied up leaves lots of possibilities for all sorts of torture," said Lex, "For example, downstairs we have a board that's triangular in cross section and can be fitted in stands so either one corner of the triangle or a flat side can be uppermost. Guys with your bondage would not like to have to straddle the board with the flat side uppermost when their feet couldn't reach the ground. Women also do not like to straddle the board with the sharp edge uppermost, bound or not. We've used it for punishment on a few occasions, eh, honey." 76 "Yes, I remember them well, as do you no doubt," agreed Ted ruefully, "Remember that time when my balls swelled up so bad we had to go to the emergency room and tell them what we'd done? The nurses couldn't help themselves; they just cracked up laughing." 77 "Well, it was just as well it wasn't a burst ball. We are going to have kids sometime, right?" 78 "Yes, most definitely," agreed Ted, "Are you guys having kids anytime soon?" 79 Celeste and I looked at each other; we'd never thought that far ahead. For both of us, this was a simple fuck fest road trip. If it happened we stayed together, we might think about it; if we didn't, all good, no ties, just keep moving on. Except that, well, just maybe I'd miss Celeste, I thought. I wondered if she had similar thoughts. 80 "I feel like a swim, how about you guys?" Lex brought my self-analysis to a close. 81 We all agreed and slowly followed Ted as he led us through the seaward side door and into the pool area, enclosed by glass. We dived into the pool and swam a little before leaning against the side and chatting together for a while. Then we climbed out, went upstairs to drip dry while Ted fixed another round of drinks. 82 As we chatted and drank, we also dried out and I noticed that the leather was starting to tighten even more. At first, I thought it was my imagination until Celeste mentioned that she was feeling it also. When we mentioned it to Ted, he and Lex laughed. 83 "Yes, it tightens when it dries. After use, we oil it and it softens and expands, but once it gets wet, the oil comes out and the leather then shrinks as it dries. It will get tighter before you're released later this evening." 84 We consoled ourselves with another drink while Ted and I played with the girls' breasts and pussy lips. I noticed their breasts were slightly purple but were still warm so supposed that there was sufficient blood flow. Celeste's breasts in particular seemed to be very sensitive so Ted and I took one each, caressing, sucking and nibbling on them as she slowly became more aroused. I noticed her pussy lips engorging even more and some juices escaping and dribbling down the plaited leather, showing just how aroused she was. After a short time, she began panting and moaning, rolling her head from side to side, then with a scream she came, her whole body writhing and shuddering as we continued to nibble on her hard nipples. We stopped as her orgasm receded and she opened her eyes and grinned up at us. 85 Chapter 5.2 "Mmmm, thank you, that was wonderful." 87 "Yeah, you seemed to enjoy it," replied Ted, "Lex, do you want to have a try cumming from breast stim alone?" 88 "Always game to try new things," she replied, "See what you can do, lovers." 89 We repeated the process on Lex, who quickly became aroused and was soon panting as she rolled her head from side to side. I found she liked pain and would moan with arousal each time I gave her a harder than usual nip with my teeth to her engorged nipple. I tried to make these more frequent but still random so she had no way of knowing if the next nip was going to be hard or soft. Her arousal seemed like a ratchet, moving forward a little, holding there for a short time, then leaping forward some more. I wondered what would happen if Ted and I coordinated our hard nips so I wordlessly communicated this, using my fingers to indicate when to give a hard one. 90 The first time we coincided, Lex jumped and moaned, then seemed to writhe with greater arousal. The next few brought her to the panting stage as she murmured "So close, so close" with each breath. Then we gave a simultaneous hard bite accompanied by a strong squeeze of her breast and she was over the top, screaming as she bucked and thrashed in the throes of a massive orgasm. 91 Slowly she came down and opened her eyes, grinning at us and thanking us. 92 "Don't look now but we have viewers," said Celeste, having noticed the neighbors on their balcony a few minutes earlier. 93 "Well, I hope they enjoyed the sight," said Lex, "I think I put on a good show." 94 "You sure did," replied Ted, standing up and waving to them. I watched as they waved back, seemingly unembarrassed by our behavior or by being caught watching. 95 "We'll have to invite them over sometime soon," said Lex, "New cock's always good cock." 96 "So's new pussy," agreed Ted. 97 We spent a while longer lazing on the balcony, the girls stimulating our balls and cock heads as much as the bondage would allow, making us hornier and doing nothing to relieve our sexual needs. As the sun set we returned inside and Celeste helped Lex prepare dinner while Ted talked with me about the bdsm he and Lex enjoyed so much. Dinner was a quiet affair, after which it was mutually agreed that it was time to be released from bondage. 98 We went into Ted and Lex's bedroom and Lex and Celeste had their plaited strips removed, leaving their breasts and pussies still tightly bound by the now-dry leather. Then Lex released my balls from being pulled between my legs as well as untying my cock head lace and removing the leather cock cover, leaving my cock and balls tied off and my balls tied separately from my cock. Celeste removed Ted's bonds to a similar extent, meaning that we could now make love with each other while still being partly in bondage. 99 "Celeste, would you do me the honor of spending the night with me?" asked Ted. 100 "Sure, honey, I'd love to," she replied, moving to his side and caressing his cock and balls. 101 "I guess that means you're with me," I said to Lex, putting my arm around her waist, "Your room or mine?" 102 "We'll go to your room," she told me, starting to walk us to the door. 103 "Expect to be woken early in the morning," Celeste told me, kissing me goodnight as I passed her. 104 Lex and I lay on the bed and cuddled, exploring each other's body through the bondage straps, enjoying the added tension that this brought to our lovemaking. I slid a finger between Lex's pussy lips and found she was sopping wet inside so slipped my finger into her opening, although with the pressure of the straps each side it was a tight squeeze. I wondered if I could fit my cock into that tiny orifice and decided it would be great fun trying. 105 Lex was squeezing my already constricted balls, moving them inside their sac the tiny amount they could move while also massaging my cock with one hand. As my cock was still tightly bound at the base, very little precum could flow so Lex took it into her mouth to apply lubrication. She seemed to really enjoy going down on me, and I certainly wasn't going to complain as she slowly took more and more of my hard, engorged meat down her throat until her lips touched the laces tied at the base. After each deep throat thrust, she would swallow several times, the feeling of these muscular spasms stimulating my cock wonderfully. Then it was out again so she could breathe for a short time before repeating the procedure. After many of these, she decided it was her turn and lay on her back with her legs wide apart. 106 "Eat me, lover," she commanded. 107 I obliged enthusiastically, sucking her bare pussy lips into my mouth as I ran my tongue through the slit between them. While doing this, I straddled her torso and she was able to lick and suck my trapped balls while massaging my cock. She was obviously becoming more aroused as she pushed her hips towards my mouth and seemed to want more of my tongue inside her, which was not really possible with the tight bondage. She then swallowed my cock, right down her throat, even further than before due to the different angle. I thrust my hips forward, pushing even deeper, completely enjoying the feeling of fucking my lover's throat when she began pushing me away. I resisted for a few seconds, then realized she was unable to breathe, so lifted off quickly, turning around hurriedly as she was gasping for air. 108 "I'm sorry, honey, I was enjoying it so much I forgot you had to breathe." 109 "Yeah, well it sure helps," she gasped. "Just fuck me, darling, I want you inside me, your huge cock between my bound pussy lips. Shove it in and fuck me to heaven." 110 I turned around and lay between her outstretched legs, my cock automatically reaching for her pussy and tight hole. I kissed her hard, engorged nipples and caressed her breasts, moving my hips to position my cock and feel for her entrance. Then I was between her lips and I thrust, feeling the head penetrate her slightly. I thrust harder, feeling her lips compress as my log slid slowly between them. Another thrust, a bit more penetration, slowly, slowly I entered her until her lips were pressing against the laces around the base of my cock and balls. I was in. 111 I began moving back and forth, the tightness of her entrance gripping the loose skin on my cock and sliding that back and forth over my shaft. It was an interesting and quite sexy feeling. She was thrusting her hips upwards to meet my thrusts into her, wanting more, aching to cum, as was I. For a second I wondered if we shouldn't just remove all bonds and fuck like usual, but I discarded that idea, aiming for new experiences over normal convenience. 112 Although I was pushing my full length into Lex, the tight straps either side of her pussy lips prevented the root of my cock from stimulating her clit, the normal main stimulation she received during intercourse. Therefore, for both of us, the feelings were muted and our session took a very long time, each of us being slowly nudged towards our climaxes. I began stimulating Lex's breasts, nipping them with my teeth as I had before while thrusting inside her pussy. This took her towards completion faster; faster also than I was moving. She was panting, rolling her head from side to side, when we both heard a long, drawn out scream of passion from the next room. That was enough to push her over the edge and she also screamed in reply, it seemed, as her body responded with a full-body orgasm. 113 I hung on for the ride, feeling her vaginal muscles clenching and releasing my cock. Again, all I wanted to do was untie my cock and balls and fuck her hard, but I decided once more to go with the experience. Having cum, Lex was very wet inside and my thrusts were now able to move my cock skin inside her without the stretching that I'd felt previously. I therefore thrust and withdrew with new vigor, pushing as deeply as possible into her and marvelling that even my unusually large cock was unable to touch the end of her passage. I began stimulating her breasts once more, focusing on her rather than me, knowing I'd cum eventually. Once more she began responding, climbing the slope, her nipples and breasts leading her onwards until she again screamed her orgasm out to the world, this time being answered a few seconds later by Celeste's echoing scream from the next room. I was pleased that she was having fun also. 114 It was my time; as Lex came down from her release I began thrusting into her full length, pulling almost completely out, then pushing back in hard. I felt the stimulation increase, felt myself moving towards my release, harder, thrust harder, faster, again, again, closer, closer, yes, yes, YES... 115 "AAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!!" I screamed as my body squeezed my juices towards my cock, only to find the tube blocked by being tied. Pain radiated through my groin area as the pressurized sperm shot back up to my bladder and forced its way past the sphincter muscle. I'd heard of that happening, but had never experienced it, until now. Pulse after pulse of sperm found its way blocked and forced its way painfully backwards into my bladder until I ran out and simply collapsed on top of Lex, both of us breathing hard. 116 I revived after a few minutes and sat up, looking down at her as she lay there, her breasts looking gorgeously engorged, pussy puffed out between the leather straps. 117 "You look wonderful, sweetheart, but it's time to remove the gear. My cum couldn't get out and it hurt like hell and was totally unsatisfying, so please strip me completely, darling." 118 "Yeah, I want out too. Undo me, honey, please." 119 I unfastened her compression bra and she rubbed her breasts as the tingling of a full blood supply ensued. Once her panties were off, she also had her pussy lips to rub. Then she started on me, releasing the waist belt, which now was doing nothing anyway, then untying the laces around my cock and balls. I now felt the tingling of sensation as the blood flowed freely, and suddenly I needed the bathroom. 120 After we'd both used the bathroom and returned to bed, we began fondling each other again. 121 "I want you to cum properly," Lex told me, "Inside me." 122 "That's just what I want too," I replied. 123 I was surprised that my cock became very easily aroused and it seemed that all Lex's juices flowed at once as her pussy became a swamp. This time when she sat on me, my cock slid easily inside her and her clit was able to slide against the base of my cock, sending waves of arousal through her body. She came in a very short time, silently, her arms each side of my head as she kissed me while experiencing her orgasmic ecstasy. She sat back up quickly continued her movements, bringing me towards my climax while pushing herself towards her next. I came first, holding her hips as my cock released its load deep inside her, causing her to throw her head back and let out yet another scream of passion as her hips danced a jig on my spasming cock. 124 She relaxed forwards, lying her warm body against mine as our breathing slowed. She was asleep in a few moments. I carefully rolled onto my side, laying her on hers, and with arms around her, I slept soundly. 125 The following two weeks were spent learning and exploring many and varied forms of bdsm as well as enjoying other memorable occasions. I'll describe the most memorable rather than drag you, patient reader, through each day moment by moment. 126 Celeste found that she really enjoyed being caned. I was a little less enamored of the sensations, much less if the truth be told, preferring to be on the wielding end rather than the receiving. The first time we experienced this was the day after we arrived. The day had started off well, with Celeste joining me in bed after a quick, sexy but unfulfilling encounter with Lex, who came on my cock then left to receive her dose of cum from Ted, while Celeste slid easily onto my rampant cock and came twice before our final big one. We then showered together and joined Ted and Lex in the kitchen for breakfast. 127 After breakfast Ted and Lex had work to do and online teleconferences to attend for their respective businesses so Ted unlocked the dungeon, telling us the combination for the door lock and that we were welcome to go there any time we wished. We looked at the instruments used for beating and tentatively tried them out on each other. As soon as Celeste felt the first stroke I gave her with a cane on her ass, she was happy. 128 "Mmmm, that feels so good," she said as she rubbed her ass with her hand. "I think I should bend over more and tighten the skin and please, honey hit me a bit harder, well, actually, hit me as hard as you can. I really want to feel it this time." 129 She knelt on a separate padded step and laid her upper body on the padded bench top; we didn't know if this was what the fitment was meant for (It was, among other things, we found out later) but it seemed to fit well so we used it. She arched her back, raising her ass and spreading her legs apart as far as she could. My cock swelled as I saw her pussy peeking between her legs, but then I was all business. 130 "You're sure you want it hard?" I asked. 131 "Yes, as hard as you possibly can. I want to really feel the pain." 132 I laid the cane gently against my target, took a deep breath, then swung back before striking hard, thinking fleetingly and inappropriately of the similarity to golf. The stroke hit Celeste across both ass cheeks about half way between her waist line and her crotch. I expected her to scream in pain, stand up and abuse me or worse, but instead she lay there and let out a moan. I waited for a few seconds, a minute, still no verbal response. 133 "Are you Ok? Do you want more?" I asked, beginning to be concerned for her. 134 She didn't sit up, but turned her head and grinned at me, although I did notice a trickle of tears down her cheeks, so it must have been painful. 135 "Darling, that was indescribable. First there was the pain of the stroke, then a surge of energy through my body as though my stomach was coming out my mouth, then a warmth all over me. It was exquisite, easily the most intense sensation I've ever felt, apart from some of our wonderful sex sessions. Please give me another just like that, honey." 136 I looked at the two red stripes on her otherwise smooth ass cheeks. I had done that! It hit me with a shock that I had disfigured the beautifully smooth skin of the ass of the woman I loved. I couldn't do it again, could I? I found I wanted to; found that there was a growing sense of power and control that I didn't know I had or needed that answered my question to myself with a resounding "Yes", with one proviso: Celeste had to want it too; not just be prepared to tolerate it but really, really want it. 137 "Are you sure you want more?" I asked, "Are you sure you want them hard like the last one?" 138 "Oh yes, darling, absolutely certain. Why? Don't you want to cane your pain slut? Don't you want to disfigure your lover's ass, make it sore so she can't sit for a week, make her feel horny so she wants to fuck you all day, every day?" 139 I chuckled at the visions her words conjured up in spite of myself. Yes, I did want to cane her; I found I enjoyed caning her, having that amount control over her, being able to cause her to feel pain or pleasure, or both at once, even more so when she almost begged me to continue. I looked at her ass again, this time admiring the beauty of the two strokes, imagining the artistry of applying strokes across her ass that were mathematically precise, exactly parallel, equidistant apart, each one a symbol of pain suffered for love, pleasure derived from love. My mind was made up. I placed the cane across her ass once again, the same distance below the lower stripe as the upper one was above it, mathematically precise, I reminded myself. 140 "Ready?" 141 "Yes, darling, cane my ass hard." 142 Time seemed to slow down and the cane seemed to have a mind of its own as it left her ass, moved backwards, the muscles in my arm tensed and I struck, watching the cane land across her unprotected ass, slightly too low, seeing her body jolt at the impact, her gorgeous flesh quiver and rebound, seeing a white indentation appear to show the line of impact, then hearing her moan as she bit the loose cover of the bench to prevent herself screaming. She turned her head towards me and I saw more tears in her eyes as her body trembled in response to the pain and other unknown and unknowable sensations that emanated from the now reddening line on her ass, her eyes accusing me of causing this terrible pain she was suffering, or were they thanking me for the pleasure of receiving such a painful stroke? I didn't know. 143 I took a step towards her and stroked her back, then her ass, feeling the heat and ridging of the three red stripes she had suffered at my hand. 144 "Are you Ok?" 145 "Yes, darling, I'm fine. That was almost as good as the previous one, it didn't have the same gut-wrenching quality though. Maybe that only comes with the first stroke. I guess we'll have to find out next time. Now, please give me another two to make it an even five. Ok? You have my permission; I want this; you don't need to feel guilty or anything; please, just do it." 146 I bent down and kissed each of her ass cheeks then resumed my position and with no more delay I gave her another two hard strokes, about 30 seconds apart, parallel to the others but by no means equally spaced; maybe time for perfection next time, if there was a next time. Once she had recovered from the second stroke, she reached behind her and felt her ass, rubbing both cheeks with her hands as though trying to rub away the marks. Then she stood up and turned towards me, pressing her naked body to mine, her hard nipples digging into my chest as she rubbed her pussy against my erect cock (had I been turned on by caning her?) and we kissed long and lovingly. 147 "Thank you, sweetheart," she said at last, "I really enjoyed my first ass caning. Maybe I need to be really bad so you punish me again soon." 148 "I don't think you could be real bad in my eyes, darling, love is blind to things like that. But if you want me to cane your ass again, please ask. Seems it really turned us both on." 149 She pulled away and returned to the rack of instruments, taking down a short, light fiberglass cane and showing it to me. 150 "This looks about right for you to cane my breasts and nipples," she said, "Can you do that for me please honey?" 151 "You really want it, don't you? Really have a fixation about being caned. I guess I can do this for you then," I replied, trying not to show my enthusiasm. 152 She lay on her back on the padded bench, her feet spread apart on the step she had previously knelt on, her arms reaching towards the other end, stretching her body so her breasts stood up proudly from her chest. I took the time to caress them, tracing the line of her aureoles, lightly squeezing her hard nipples. 153 "How hard do you want this then?" I asked. 154 "Give me a moderate stroke first off and I'll let you know how it feels." 155 I held the rod by its rubber handle and tried a preliminary swing. It was very different from the cane, requiring more of a wrist action than a full arm movement. Once I had it sorted, I let the rod rest against the underside of her left breast. 156 "Ready?" 157 "Yes, darling, do it." 158 I did, lifting the rod above my head then bringing it down on her beautiful mound, causing it to quiver. Her body convulsed, her legs lifting then dropping back into place as the pain registered. I watched the red line develop, marring the perfection of her globe as she smiled up at me. 159 "Thank you, sweetheart. Thank you for doing this to me even though I know it hurts you as well to see the marks you leave. But just believe me that I do want this and it makes me love you even more knowing that you'll do this for me. Now, no more nonsense, I want nine more strokes, much harder, four on this breast followed by five on my right, 30 seconds apart like you did for my ass." 160 Chapter 5.3 I carried out her instructions to the letter, counting off the seconds between strokes, watching her body jolt after each one, not as much as that first one, but a definite full body response. The tears welled in her closed eyes as the pain grew with each stroke, but she kept her eyes closed, which was just as well; I doubt I could have continued if she'd been watching me. I would have interpreted her looks, no matter how loving, as accusations. 162 From an academic viewpoint, it was interesting watching the stripes redden on her breasts after each blow. I gave her two strokes on the underside, two on the topside followed by one across her nipples, this last causing her to react vigorously as her body tensed, then she used her hand to rub the pain away. It would be interesting at some later time to punish her while she was restrained, I thought, then chastised myself mentally for even thinking this, wondering what was happening to the guy who didn't want to hurt his lover. 163 Once that was completed, she opened her eyes and looked into mine, once again thanking me for the amazing, albeit painful, experience. 164 "One more favor, darling, before you hang up the rod." 165 "What's that, honey?" already fearing the worst. 166 She wriggled backwards up the bench until she could place her feet together on the end. Then she spread her knees wide apart, fully exposing her pussy and wide open, flowing opening. The experience had certainly turned her on, which could only be a good thing, I thought as my cock gave a leap in expectation. 167 "You want me to fuck you, right here and now?" I asked. 168 "No, darling, I want you to cane my pussy with the small cane, five strokes and make certain the last stroke is hard and lands on my clit." 169 I started to protest but she raised her hand to silence me. 170 "Yes, I know it will hurt; yes I know I don't have to do this; but yes, I also know that I want this experience. Remember that all this is simply a trial; before we leave here I want to be caned with at least 50 strokes at one session and if you won't do it, I'm sure Ted will. Now, please cane my pussy like I asked, darling, then we'll fuck if you want to." 171 If I want to, I thought, hell, I wanted to alright; wanted to fuck her for the next few days continuously, but first there was work to be done. I didn't answer but moved the stool under the bench and admired the unobstructed view of her shaved pussy with a slight fuzz, incongruously thinking I must give her another shave soon, then placed the cane on her left labia, looking into her eyes as she watched me. 172 "You're sure?" I asked, hoping she'd relent on the punishment she had decreed for herself. 173 "I'm sure; do it, cane my pussy and make it hard strokes." 174 I was caning downwards so could easily use my whole arm swing. I raised the cane above my head, took a last look into her eyes, then brought my arm down, striking her left lip. Her hips lifted off the bench as she tensed, she rolled her head sideways, biting her lower lip to stifle her scream, her hands clutched at the bench cover and her body trembled, then relaxed. As a red line slowly appeared to show the line of impact, so a slow smile spread across her face. 175 We didn't speak. I mentally counted the seconds, trying to work out whether to give the second stroke on the same lip or the other side, decided on the same lip, aimed and struck. This time she let out a shriek; no amount of lip biting could supress that. Her body arched upwards and tears oozed out of her eyes, which were squeezed tightly shut. I counted again, then struck the right lip, repeating the blow a second time 30 seconds later. Her responses were less physical but again the second blow elicited a shriek. One to go. 176 During the 30 second count I adjusted her labia so as to completely expose her engorged clit which was peeking out from under its hood. Knowing the sensitivity of this organ from past explorations, I knew that every one of its thousands of nerve endings would be screaming within the next few seconds. I laid the rod centrally in her trench, centrally between her lips, directly across her open entrance and exposed clit. This was going to hurt, was my last thought before I raised my arm. Determined to give her what she wanted, I brought the rod down as hard as I could swing. 177 I watched as the rod struck right on target. Time seemed to stand still as I saw it land on her clit, pressing, squashing and deforming the sensitive organ. Then my ears were assailed by a blood-curdling scream of agony as her body seemed to literally leap off the bench a few inches then thud back into place. She closed her legs and rolled from side to side. I dropped the rod and held her body, preventing it from rolling off the bench as it thrashed and writhed in agony in my grasp. 178 After what seemed like hours, during which time my guilt and remorse rose through me and I began blaming myself for the pain I had caused, telling myself I should have refused to strike that last blow, she settled down and relaxed. Her breathing slowed, she gently explored and massaged her pussy with her hand, feeling her clit to try to assess the damage, then her eyes popped open and before I could apologize fervently, she smiled a broad, happy and completely natural smile. 179 "Ooohhh, honey, you're the best," she said, "That was awesomely amazing. I've never felt pain like that, nor have I ever felt the amount of pleasure that such pain brings, and it's certainly the most intense orgasm I've ever had. Thank you so, so much." 180 "Pleasure? Orgasm? You mean you enjoyed it? You came from me caning your clit?" 181 "Oh, yes, darling, you've got no idea. But I guess you want your reward now." 182 She reached out and felt my cock, which was rock hard, and smeared my precum over the head. 183 "Yeah, just as I thought, you're hot and ready. Fuck me, honey, forget about making love, just fuck me hard, get your rocks off in me and make me cum again and again." 184 I wasn't about to turn down that invitation. I positioned myself between her thighs, grasped her hips firmly and thrust my aching cock into her drooling cunt. We fucked hard, her gasping breath peaking as she came again on my cock, then again a few moments later as I pressed my cock into her deeply, my pubic bone mashing her abused clit, causing her unknown pain as I ejaculated my huge load of sperm into her pulsing depths. I fell forward onto her body, forgetfully grasping and massaging her breasts as we kissed. The pain from my hands caused her to cum once more, her muscles clasping my cock as though to suck every last drop of cum from my body. 185 We cleaned up, ourselves and the equipment, then headed upstairs and joined Ted and Lex for lunch. They were intrigued and amazed by what we'd been up to downstairs and both welcomed Celeste to the pain slut club; a club I was destined never to join. That afternoon they were still busy, catching up after their holiday, so Celeste and I swam in the ocean and walked naked, hand in hand along the deserted beach, aware only of our viewing neighbor, for whom we put on a show, making love in the sand dunes right in front of their balcony and in clear view of them as they sat watching us through binoculars. We giggled as we wondered what they thought of Celeste's new ass decorations. 186 Another memorable occasion was when Ted had gone to town and Lex decided it was time Celeste learnt a little about tight lacing. Apparently, Lex had started this when she was in her teens and had continued it fairly regularly ever since. She explained how it was done by all fashionable women during earlier times, a slim waist being seen as essential to attracting a prosperous husband as well as sexy lovers, which Victorian women seemed to enjoy collecting, even with their husband's knowledge in many cases. Lex took us into her bedroom and opened a cupboard which held a great many corsets in various colors, shapes and sizes. 187 "I'll put one on and show you how to lace it up, then we'll find one for you, Ok?" she asked Celeste. 188 She agreed willingly, so I sat on the bed and watched these two gorgeous women, one sporting rapidly fading cane marks, listening as Lex told Celeste the finer points about selecting a corset, the various types that she had, and explained how they were fitted and gradually tightened to constrict the waist, a process which usually required the internal movement of some body organs and most often restricted the wearer's ability to breath, which was why Victorian women would often swoon when they were in a tense situation or when they made love; it wasn't the sensations that caused it, simply the lack of oxygen. 189 "So, don't think you're a better lover when I'm wearing a corset and faint when I cum on your cock," said Celeste, looking at me with a grin. 190 Lex chose a corset that needed to be laced up, explaining that many have a zipper up the front, allowing the laces to be left tied in place so that it can be used by a woman without assistance. However, today there was plenty of assistance, so she would be able to instruct us in the lacing procedure. She wrapped the corset around her, Celeste helping to hold the back while she moved the front into the right position, supporting the underside of her breasts, fitting over her hips, with the point at the base centered over her pussy. 191 Lex then instructed Celeste how to feed the laces through the eyelets at the back, pulling them snug to begin with to hold the corset in place, then tightening them sequentially until the two edges met right the way down. While Celeste was doing this, Lex held onto a rail in the cupboard so Celeste could pull as hard as was needed to make the edges meet. It took around half an hour before it was to Lex's satisfaction. She paraded in front of us and the mirror, admiring her hourglass shaped body, her nipples hard from arousal. 192 "Your turn now, sweetheart," she told Celeste, selecting what she thought would be a suitable starter corset. 193 Celeste disagreed with her choice, selecting instead a purple one, which was her favorite color. 194 "Well, that will be hard for you the first time," cautioned Lex, "It really is a very severe corset for a novice." 195 But Celeste would not be dissuaded; I had already learned that when she made up her mind it stayed made up and any disagreement simply caused her to dig her toes in. Opposition was futile; a lesson I had learned early in our relationship. 196 Lex positioned the purple corset around Celeste's body, turning her to show me the wide gap between the edges, a gap that would require a great deal of compression of Celeste's stomach to remove. Lex began threading the laces through the eyelets, pulling them moderately tight so there was enough length of lace to fill all the holes. Then she began again feeding more of each lace through the holes, gradually pulling the corset tighter. Celeste gripped the rail hard, breathing out and pulling her stomach in as she withstood Lex's strong tugs on the laces, feeling her waist being compressed more and more with each successive tightening. After nearly half an hour Lex told her that would do. 197 Celeste paraded in front of the mirror and in front of me. I was amazed at the difference in her body shape, the corset tapering from just below her breasts to a narrow point immediately above her hips. The corset under her breasts forced more flesh into her mounds, making them larger and firmer than usual, and her nipples were engorged from the stimulation caused by the compression. 198 "I need the bathroom," she told me, and rushed into the ensuite. 199 "Well, it stands to reason, I guess, more compression, less space for urine," I commented to Lex as she stood in front of me, stroking my cock gently as I fondled her pussy. "What's it like fucking in a corset?" 200 "The compression causes a woman's vagina to be tighter, especially at the end, much like the harness on the first night, but not quite so severe." 201 "So, fun for all, I guess." 202 "Yes, most definitely," she agreed as Celeste returned. 203 "There's too much gap between the edges," she said crossly, "Please tighten it so the edges meet, like on yours." 204 "But honey, mine is made for me, yours isn't, so it won't fit properly for a start and for a second I've developed the ability to wear this over several years while you've only had minutes," protested Lex. 205 "Doesn't matter, I don't want a gaping slot down my back. Please tighten it more." 206 She'd turned towards me as she said that, her eyes pleading with me to do as she bid. I melted, as I did when that happened. 207 "Lex, could I have a go at tightening the laces a bit more please?" I asked. 208 "Well, Ok, if you must," said Lex huffily. 209 Celeste returned to the rail and I began pulling laces through the eyelet holes as hard as I could. After three passes through, the edges were significantly closer together and Celeste's figure was looking absolutely sexily gorgeous. I could see the time coming where she would want to wear a corset full time. 210 "Once more, pulling harder, darling, then I'll agree it's as tight as it can go," she cajoled. 211 I glanced at Lex and received a slight nod and shrug of her shoulders, so once more tightened each lace, surprising even myself how much slack I could achieve as the edges began touching at the top first. Once they touched it seemed like it was easier to get each successive eyelet pair to touch and, with much effort and very shallow breathing on Celeste's part, the edges magically came together the whole way down. I tied off the last knot, Celeste reached around to feel the touching edges, then turned to me and seemed to stagger against me, kissing me gratefully. 212 "Thank you so much, honey, I'll definitely have to give you a bonus tonight," she told me, gasping for breath. 213 She let go and I released her, but she seemed unable to regain her balance. 214 "Ooohhh, what's wrong with me? My legs don't seem to obey my brain." 215 "That sometimes happens if corsets are too tight," commented Lex, "I'll loosen it a little for you." 216 "No you won't, I'll sit down instead," replied Celeste, holding the wall as she staggered from the room and made her way slowly to the balcony, where she sank gratefully and gracelessly into a recliner, gasping for breath. 217 I'd followed her and sat facing her on another recliner while Lex went to the kitchen, presumably to prepare lunch as it was that time. 218 "Honey, I want to be fucked in a corset for the first time right now. There's no point in me going through this if I don't get the full experience. You up for that, darling?" 219 I'd never been one to turn down an offer like that so I sat beside her and we began kissing and fondling each other. My cock was totally rampant just from looking at my angel in purple with her tiny waist and full breasts capped by hard nipples, and I sensed that Celeste wasn't in the mood to waste any time either. I lay her back on the recliner and took my place between her wide-open legs, seeing her juices flowing from her love tunnel. I wasted no time in easing into her, feeling the tightness that Lex had mentioned due to the compression of the corset, and noticing that I hit the end when only half way inside, presumably due to her abdomen shortening her vagina. I withdrew and pressed harder, gradually making a way in as Celeste moaned in pleasure, pulling on her nipples and squeezing her breasts to add to the sensations. 220 After a few minutes of effort, I was fully inside her tight sheath, my pubic bone pressing against her engorged clit. She put her hands around my ass cheeks and pulled me harder into her, moaning as the pressure against her clit increased and also due to my hands squeezing her breasts and nipples. We kissed as I moved my hips back and forth, fucking gently in and out, feeling her stimulation increase as soft moans escaped from her lips through our kiss. After a few minutes of this she began humping her hips upwards, wanting more, harder and faster. I increased my pace and pressure and she broke our kiss, her breath coming in short, staccato pants as she began making a keening wail which ended in her body thrashing about beneath me in full orgasm, then nothing. 221 As though someone had switched a switch, she just collapsed, motionless beneath me. Then she let out a shuddering sigh and began breathing fast and shallowly. After a few breaths she opened her eyes, shook her head and grinned. 222 "I think I passed out, just like Victorian ladies did." 223 I relaxed; was that all that happened. "Yes, I do believe you did, my darling, right at the crux of your orgasm too. How do you feel now?" 224 "Pretty breathless and also frustrated. I didn't finish my orgasm so I still need one; I'm horny as hell." 225 Without another word, I resumed fucking my sexy darling, moving in and out, my own arousal having dropped as a result of the incident, enabling me to continue for longer. Quickly she returned to her pre-orgasmic state, thrusting her hips upwards at mine, taking me deep inside her as I massaged her breasts and twisted her nipples. She was quickly panting for breath, almost there, then she threw back her head and . . . fainted again. 226 I stopped all movement, watching as once again she rested for a few seconds then revived, apparently unharmed by the temporary loss of consciousness. 227 "Ooohhh, I feel sooo frustrated," she moaned, I was sooo close, almost there, then nothing. How are you, darling? Did you cum?" 228 "No, I was getting close but then just as you were about to cum you passed out. I stopped at that stage; no fun fucking an unconscious woman. So basically, I've been reset now and I'm ready and horny for more." 229 "Ooohhh, I don't know what to do. Every time I'm nearly there I faint. I could go on like this for hours, unless I loosen the corset. So frustrating. Let's try again." 230 I began once more, slowly this time, trying to arouse without causing the excited rapid breathing that resulted in oxygen shortages. I plunged deeply into her slippery hole, feeling her velvety skin against my sensitive cock. Her breathing seemed better, its rate only increasing slightly. I focused on giving her stimulation without the need for to become overly active, wriggling my hips each time I was fully implanted to stimulate her clit. It seemed to be working. She was still conscious and gripping my ass cheeks hard, pulling me into her with each thrust, then I was there, unstoppable, my cum welling up into my cock and spurting into the depths of her hungry cunt. She must have felt my hot pulsing discharge because suddenly she was there too, a scream heralding her orgasm as she thudded her hips against mine, her head rolling from side to side, her cunt clenching and releasing my cock like an iron fist, then nothing, just a few slight quivers as she once more fainted away. 231 This time she took longer to come around, long enough to cause me concern, but sure enough she awoke after a few minutes and grinned up at me, seeming to have lost the urgency and desperation of the other times. 232 "Ooohhh, honey, I made it; I came then I fainted. I'm a Victorian woman through and through it seems. Thank you, sweetheart, you felt so good cumming in me, it just pushed me over the edge and I felt like I was surfing a waterfall into oblivion." 233 I chuckled at her analogy, then slowly rolled off her to allow her to breathe easier. Lex arrived on the balcony, looking gorgeous in her corset, with a tray of lunch and drinks. 234 "I'm guessing you two are hungry after your exercise," she said, adding, "Even though wearing corsets is a wonderful way to reduce your meal sizes." 235 She placed the tray on the table and sat next to me, reaching for my still semi-hard cock protruding from between my legs. 236 "Looks like you both had fun. Hard cumming in a corset that's too tight, eh," she commented, looking at Celeste, "After lunch it's my turn, right honey?" 237 Chapter 5.4 "Right, darling," I agreed, feeling my cock already standing straighter. 239 Lunch was very enjoyable. I ate some of the delicious tuna salad Lex had prepared, Lex ate a smaller portion and Celeste nibbled on a piece of lettuce before licking our juices from my cock, taking it down her throat once again as it swelled to erection. Lex mounted me as I lay back on the recliner, Celeste stimulating her breasts while she rode me to several orgasms before I deposited another dose of sperm into the depths of her clasping cunt. As we parted, I noticed the neighbors on their balcony, she sitting on his lap, both naked, watching us through binoculars. 240 We rested and recuperated for the remainder of the day, the three of us going for a slow walk along the beach after lunch dressed, or undressed, as we were, stopping every now and then to allow Celeste to catch her breath. Once we arrived home again, she asked if we could loosen her corset a bit, agreeing that it was too tight and was something she'd need to grow into. As Lex loosened it to a lesser degree of constriction, she asked Celeste if she'd like to keep the corset. 241 "Oh yes please," was her immediate response, "That way we'll be able to slowly tighten it until my body adjusts to fit it. It really is beautiful and definitely my favorite color, so thank you Lex." 242 "That's Ok, I didn't really like it and it was a little too large for me as it was one of my training corsets. So, you're most welcome to it." 243 I found a sexy book to read under the sunshade, watching occasionally as the two corset-clad women made out together on a recliner. From my observations, both came several times, a fitting payment for the gift of a corset. 244 Each weekend we spent at Ted and Lex's place they taught us a bit more about bdsm. Some things we found we liked, some we found we didn't. Celeste's love of being beaten increased, caning still being slightly more favored than whipping, while I decided that I must be a Dom as I enjoyed administering pain but not receiving it. This was a cause of several arguments which Celeste and I had, because she found she was a switch, equally happy to give and receive, while my dislike of receiving meant she couldn't release her tensions by beating me to pulp but instead had to practice on Lex, who, being a definite sub, was a very willing recipient. 245 The third weekend of our stay, Celeste chose to achieve her goal of 50 cane strokes in one session, asking Ted and I to administer 25 each. I readily agreed while Ted was a little more reluctant. 246 "You are aware that 50 strokes on an unseasoned ass may cause quite a lot of damage," he counselled. 247 "Well, how will me ass het seasoned, as you call it, without such challenges? No, it's fine. I enjoy pain so it'll be fine. Please do it for me, it would mean a great deal," she pleaded. 248 Finally Ted agreed, with the proviso that the punishment would stop after the first serious cut or tear of the skin. 249 It was scheduled for the Saturday afternoon so after a light lunch we descended to the dungeon and Celeste was bent over a bar, her wrists and ankles attached to the ground. She had asked Ted to do the first 25 strokes so he selected a cane and prepared himself. 250 "Now you're certain this is what you want," he asked for the last time. 251 "Absolutely certain. Please cane my ass hard with 25 strokes, Ted." 252 "And you know you can stop this at any time by using the safe word 'Enough'," he checked. 253 "Yes, now start, for god's sake." 254 Ted lined up his target, there came the backswing, the stroke and a grunt from Celeste as a white line quickly turned red on her ass. Ted waited about 30 seconds then swung again, repeating tis pattern until Celeste sported 25 red stripes criss-crossing her ass cheeks. 255 "That's my 25," said Ted, "Do you still want to go on?" 256 It surprised me to find that I was waiting expectantly for her answer, knowing that I'd feel disappointment if she decided to call it quits at this stage. I was actually quite shocked to find how much I was looking forward to caning the ass of my loved one. What had happened to me these last few weeks, I wondered. I needn't have worried; Celeste was emphatic that she wanted the full 50 so I stepped up to the mark and rested my cane gently against her red striped ass. 257 I felt a sense of power pass through me as I swung back and let fly with a hard stroke, landing across previous strokes and causing Celeste to grunt under the impact. She seemed to be bearing up well to the punishment, no tears from her eyes, but she seemed to be strong and enjoying each stroke as it happened. I waited again then applied my second stroke in a similar manner, followed by the remainder until at last and with a great sense of satisfaction I applied the last stroke. 258 "That's all," I told Celeste, "You've achieved your 50 strokes. Well done." 259 Ted unfastened her wrists and ankles and she stood up, gently feeling the damage to her ass. Then with a smile she hugged and kissed first Ted then me, then Lex, who had been observing. 260 "Thank you so much, guys, lovers, that was such fun. So painful, so challenging, but really, really enjoyable, although it will undoubtedly be sore for a few days and I'll probably not be sitting too comfortably for a while." 261 "Our pleasure," I answered for Ted and I as Lex knelt to give her ass a closer inspection. 262 "It's quite amazing," she said, "You're a caning novice yet you have no splits or cuts in your skin. Must have a tough hide. Anyway, lie on the bench and I'll apply some healing cream which will help it heal and remove the bruising." 263 Celeste lay on her stomach on the bench and Lex applied the comfrey and calendula cream, smearing it quite thickly over her whole ass. Celeste was wriggling her hips while she did this and as she finished, Celeste turned her head towards Lex. 264 "Honey, I feel soooo horny. Please make me cum." 265 Lex took a large vibrating dildo from a drawer, smeared ointment over it as lube, and inserted it into Celeste's gaping tunnel between her widely spread legs. Celeste cradled her head on her arms and allowed the vibrations to send amazingly arousing sensations through her body. She started gently moving back and forth on the bench as she made small mewling sounds. It took only a few moments before she began trembling and shaking, humping her hips against the bench as Lex moved the vibrator back and forth inside her, then with a scream she tensed as she came hard, releasing all her tension and pain in one mighty orgasm which left her panting and limp a few moments later. Lex wound down the vibrations and removed the dildo from Celeste's sloppy hole, using a towel to clean up between her legs. 266 "Thank you, darling," said Celeste, turning to give Lex a kiss, "That was a wonderful happy ending." 267 "My pleasure," grinned Lex. 268 As Fall approached Celeste and I both developed itchy feet, feeling the pull of the road and new horizons, despite the idyllic situation we'd found with Ted and Lex. So, we set a date for departure. The weekend prior to our departure was possibly the most memorable of our whole stay. 269 We began late Saturday morning in the dungeon, having spent the previous night all in one bed, swapping partners several times and thoroughly enjoying each other's bodies. After a quick breakfast, Lex and Celeste went to Lex's room to dress for the occasion while Ted and I headed downstairs and began assembling some equipment. It had been decided that, as this was our last weekend, it was to be a competitive weekend with all of us putting our bodies on the line to a greater or lesser extent. 270 The first piece of equipment that Ted brought out was the wooden pony, as it was called, the triangular beam set between two supports that we would ride. It was agreed that the first person to call "enough" was the loser. Lex had experienced this many times in the past but I also knew that Celeste both tolerated and enjoyed pain more than Lex did, so it could be quite an interesting duel. 271 Both women would ride the pony together, facing away from each other, the beam being horizontal. The difference in leg lengths was taken into account by using small wooden platforms under their feet so that the distance from the top of each person's platform to the top of the beam was the same as the distance from the floor to the woman's crotch when she was standing normally. Thus, when each was mounted on the beam, the edge of the slightly rounded triangular corner was just touching the slit between their labia. To make it totally fair, both women had their pussy shaved the previous evening, followed by the predictable after-shave activities. Ted set up the beam, ensuring it was level and that each end was secured to the ratchet height adjusters at each end. 272 A short time later Celeste and Lex arrived, dressed to kill in tight corsets with suspenders holding black fishnet stockings and high heeled shoes. They had rouged their cheeks and nipples and wore glittering masks surrounding their eyes. They would have been perfectly dressed for any high-class bordello. 273 Nervously they approached and straddled the beam, retaining their shoes as they positioned themselves so that the blunted edge was between their lips. Ted and I removed their shoes, leaving them standing flat-footed, resting their ankles for the coming duel. Ted and I fastened their hands to the ends of the beam, pulling them forwards so their clits were above the bar and allowing them to stabilize themselves but not to take any of their weight on their hands. Once they were settled, Ted and I simultaneously raised the bar at each end, causing the edge to cut into their vulvas, which they counteracted by raising themselves onto tip toes. 274 Nothing happened for a few minutes while Ted and I sat and watched. Gradually, however, the women's ankles tired and they had greater difficulty holding their pussies off the bar. As we watched, each would slowly drop lower until the pain of the bar pressing against their most sensitive areas became too intense, then that woman would raise herself up with her tired ankle muscles, only to repeat the behavior in a few minutes time. Gradually the time when their pussies were clear of the bar decreased and the level of pussy pain increased. 275 Their faces showed the strain of what they were undertaking. No longer were they smiling confidently, but rather their faces were drawn with pain from both their ankles and their pussies, but they still looked sexy and enchanting in their tight corsets and stockings. Ted and I decided it was time to increase the pain so we each took a multitailed whip and began striking each woman's ass with it, moving in time so neither would be at a disadvantage. 276 The natural reflex when struck by a whip is to flinch and move away. This is what the women did, each stroke causing them to drop down and forward, pressing their clits and vulvas against the bar. After a few minutes of this it was time for the final increase in pain. Simultaneously we raised the beam another two notches, making it impossible for either woman to touch the floor with their feet. Celeste began moaning as she tried to find a position that was a little less painful, while Lex wriggled silently to the same end. We could see it was becoming very painful but these were two strong, competitive women and neither was going to give in easily. The more they struggled it seemed, the more pain they created until at last Celeste had reached her limit. 277 "Enough," Celeste called loudly, "Oooohhhh, enough. Get me off this thing." 278 Ted and I immediately lowered the beam to below pussy level, untied their hands, and the two panting women, covered in sweat from their exertions, stepped off gratefully and slumped into chairs. 279 "That was sooo painful," said Celeste, gently rubbing her pussy and inspecting it for any damage. 280 "Well, you're lucky it's now and not a few centuries ago, when you'd have been left there all day, on a sharpened edge, with weights hanging off your feet," commented Ted. "Sometimes women were almost cut in half. However, I guess that's just as well otherwise we'd be lonely in bed tonight." 281 "Nothing for either of you tonight," said Celeste, "Not the way my pussy's feeling anyway." 282 "Oh, I'm sure you'll be over that by tonight," I replied, "You'll be so horny from watching us get our balls crushed you won't be able to stop yourselves." 283 "Yeah, I guess that's next," said Lex, rousing herself, "Come and give me a hand, Celeste." 284 Together they turned the beam over so the flat side was uppermost, then they tied our balls around the base and pulled them between our legs, leading the thin rope between our ass cheeks, where it was tied, and then the ends taken around our waists, pulled tight and tied off. Our balls were now firmly fastened between our legs and Lex told us to straddle the beam, which they raised until it was level and just touching Ted's balls while mine were about half an inch clear. They slipped packers under Ted's feet until he had the same clearance as I did, then together they raised the beam, causing us to stand on tiptoes or crush our balls. 285 Initially everything was fine and, like Ted, I enjoyed watching two sexy women sitting in chairs watching us. Then my ankles began to hurt and I found that subconsciously I was dropping onto the beam, the timber just touching my sac. I tried to stay like that but had to make an extra effort to raise myself up again, then found the same thing happened once more as the ache in my ankles increased until it was almost unbearable. For the first time I actually faced my predicament, a predicament similar to that which Celeste had faced a short time before - ankles or balls. Again, I chose ankles and the joints screamed out with pain as they made the effort I demanded of them. 286 The women were both grinning, Lex pointing towards Ted's balls where, perhaps, he was feeling the effects in his ankles more than me and his balls were slightly compressed. If only I could rest for a few seconds even. It sure couldn't be too bad, could it? Balls were tough, weren't they? I relaxed my ankles slightly, feeling the pressure come onto my balls, the pain from them increasing while the pain from my ankles had not noticeably decreased. Not a fair trade; I needed to go all or nothing, no point having both areas in pain. 287 I relaxed my ankles and immediately screamed in agony as my balls took all my weight, being squeezed cruelly between my pelvis and the hard wood of the beam. I quickly pushed down again, taking my weight on my feet, finding that I was panting and covered in sweat, which explained the condition of the women earlier. My ankles began aching again, or maybe, still more. Behind me I felt Ted tense, then move quickly; he must have tried the same as I had, with the same result, except for the scream. 288 I hated pain, loathed it, was quite happy to give it but certainly didn't want to receive it. Why was I doing this? Why was I putting myself through this just to show what a man I was? I didn't need it, and yet ... 289 I lowered myself a little, seeking respite for my ankles, feeling my balls contact the beam, begin the squeeze, radiate the pain, I couldn't do it. 290 "Enough," I called "Oh hell, enough, get me off here." 291 The women lowered the beam, taking several long seconds to do so, and I stood, panting, covered in sweat, as Celeste came to me, kissed me, hugged me. 292 "I love you, darling, thank you for saving your balls for me." 293 That was a new perspective, I thought, I really had been saving them for me. However, I'm always willing to take credit for thoughtfulness. 294 "Well, I couldn't have you missing out on sex or kids now, could I." 295 We went upstairs for a cool drink and a rest on the balcony, where we were ogled by our neighbors once again. They seemed to only like watching, didn't want any involvement and had declined an invitation a few days ago to visit. Oh well, takes all types, I figured. All too soon we'd had our time and headed back downstairs to phase two for the morning. 296 A few days ago, Ted and Lex had demonstrated the use of sterile hypodermic needles as instruments of torture. Celeste had received several needles in her nipples and breasts as well as through her labia, while I had tolerated, barely, needles into my scrotum and cock. At that time, they were used as an example so we could become used to the feel and use of them. Today they were for real, the aim being to accept as many needles as possible, while for the person installing the needles, the aim was to cause as much pain as possible in an attempt to cause the recipient to call "Enough". We were going to work in pairs, I was paired with Lex. The winner in each pair was the one who did not call "Enough". 297 It was women to start so Lex first of all inserted a needle through my scrotum, penetrating it just below where it joined the front of my cock. It stung like hell, but wasn't too drastic. I decided to start like I meant to continue; no point in pussyfooting around and suffering needlessly. I positioned her lying on her back, legs wide spread, isolated her clit from her labia and pushed a needle through her clit. 298 Lex screamed, loudly, took another breath, then screamed again, before she stopped, sobbing with pain. Had I done too much, I wondered. What would her revenge be? She wasn't allowed to impale a testicle, they moved too much and it could cause permanent damage, so what would she do? 299 I found out soon enough; she took a needle and plunged it through the head of my cock and out the other side. I also screamed, almost in time with Celeste's scream as Ted caused her severe pain. Then it was my turn again, a needle sideways through Lex's clit, lower down as I used the first needle to draw her clit upwards while inserting the second. Again she screamed long and loud. The she took her revenge, inserting more needles through my cock head, ball sac, cock, nipples while I attacked her clit again, followed by her labia, nipples and breasts. Eventually, as she pushed the tenth needle through my cock head, I called "Enough". I decided I really wasn't cut out for this. 300 Ted and Celeste had stopped a short time earlier, Ted calling when Celeste successfully trapped his balls against the root of his cock with a cleverly placed long needle right through his sac. I was pleased Lex hadn't used that on me. Celeste and I checked each other's body then carefully began removing needles, that process being almost as painful as inserting them. At last we were all clear and headed upstairs for lunch. 301 After lunch we relaxed for the afternoon, Celeste and Lex stripping off so we could all swim in the pool together, then we sat on the balcony, chatting in the sun, planning things we could do after we departed. Celeste and I made love on the balcony while watching Lex and Ted make love, a beautiful sharing time which will long be a treasured memory, culminating in Lex and Celeste sucking our cum from each other's cunts in a 69, taking far longer that strictly necessary and each cumming several times during the process. 302 Dinner that evening was a celebratory meal, our last Saturday night together. To celebrate, Lex and Celeste prepared the meal then blindfolded Ted and me and fed us our meals as they sat on our laps, each cock being firmly implanted in a slippery vagina. Needless to say, our hands were far from idle and both women came from our manipulations of sensitive areas. We went to bed early, all together in Ted and Lex's bed where we shared our love for each other, watching as Lex and Celeste brought each other to orgasm many times in their own competition to see how many times each could make the other cum. 303 Lex started, fitting a bondage bra on Celeste's breasts then working on them alone until Celeste came hard. Then they swapped roles, and Celeste slowly expanded Lex's vagina until she was able to push her closed fist in and out, pushing Lex to an orgasm. Lex then did the same for Celeste, then Celeste bit and licked Lex's clit until she orgasmed. After that it became a little less clear, both women pleasuring the other while we also got in on the act, fucking one sloppy hole after another until all cunts were full and all cocks empty. Then we slept. 304 Chapter 5.5 Sunday morning we awoke and made love together slowly and gently, focusing on giving each other pleasure rather than simply getting each other off. By the time we finished it was late morning so we had brunch and headed downstairs. Today, we all knew, was the day when Lex and Celeste would challenge each other to see who was the champion sub. Once that had been determined, the winner would beat the loser's partner on the cock and balls with 20 strokes of a multitailed whip, while the loser would do the same with the winner's partner with ten strokes. It was decided that I was to administer the punishment to both Lex and Celeste. Ted had taught me how to use the whips and other instruments and I had been practising during our stay, both on inanimate objects and on Lex, Celeste and, to a lesser degree, Ted. 306 First off, each of the women drew cards from a standard pack for starting rights, Celeste winning with a king. The competition was based on points, one point being allocated per stroke on the completion of a task. If the task was not completed, then no points were allocated for the strokes already received in attempting that task unless half or more had been received, in which case the number received was apportioned, the competitor was given the opportunity to even the number of tasks and if she completed, she was winner and the game was ended. If a task was drawn and then refused, the points for the previous task were disallowed. Task one was for ten strokes, with subsequent tasks adding an additional five strokes per task. The ladies went alternately, drawing cards from a pack which showed body locations for punishment and instrument to be used on those locations. There were also two wild cards, one doubling and the other halving the number of strokes of the next draw. 307 Celeste drew her first card; breasts with a flogger. She grimaced; I knew her breasts were still sore from a 'practice' beating she'd had from Lex a few days earlier and she was hoping to avoid them, but at least it was early in the challenge so there were only ten strokes. She stood under the ceiling hook and lifted her hands towards it, Ted fastening her in place and adjusting the height so she was nicely stretched. I was to apply five strokes to each breast with the heavy flogger I had retrieved from the rack. 308 I decided to alternate breasts, allowing a little more recovery time between consecutive strokes. The first stroke was moderate, as was the second, then I began to hit harder, enjoying the way her breasts jiggled after each blow, watching her nipples engorge as the blood flowed to her breasts in an attempt to counteract the pain and damage caused by the heavy leather flogger. Celeste accepted all strokes, as I was certain she would, even grinning at the end as I unfastened her wrists. 309 "Thank you, darling, I enjoyed that," she whispered as she walked away. 310 Next Lex drew the multi-tailed whip to be used on her pussy. I was pretty certain that she would enjoy this and she lay on the bench enthusiastically, spreading her legs wide apart as Ted fastened her ankles to the steel frame. I gazed at her gorgeous pussy, thinking that there were far better things to do with it than beat it, but nevertheless I gave her a moderate stroke as a warmer, then began using harder strokes, watching as the strands of the whip sought out her sensitive spots, sliding between her lips, striking her clit directly on several strokes. 311 Lex jerked her body with each blow, occasionally writhing in pain from a direct clit hit, but otherwise accepting her punishment in silence. Once the ten had been delivered, she was released and thanked me as she walked away. Then Celeste returned for her 15-stroke round, choosing a single tailed whip to her back as the task she had to face. Once again Ted fastened her to the hook and stretched her out as I gave the whip a few trial strokes. It felt good, so I gave her a moderate stroke across her back, from shoulder blade to hip. She flinched in pain as a thin red line appeared. There were several almost healed whip marks on her back so I strove to avoid those, succeeding for the most part as I increased the strength of the strokes and watched my darling's back become decorated by a series of thin red lines. After 15, she was released and as she walked past me she thanked me again and said they hurt quite a bit. 312 Lex chose a cane on her inner thighs as her next card. She positioned herself on the bench and was fastened to the frame again as before. Her pussy was now quite red from her previous task, but this would not add to that redness, simply extend it down her beautiful, resently unmarked, thighs. I applied the first stroke, a sighter almost, to the inner left thigh, a few inches below her crotch. She flinched, but remained silent as a red line appeared. The next stroke was on the same thigh, harder and slightly further from her crotch. I applied the remaining six strokes to that thigh then a further seven to the inside of her right thigh before stepping back and observing my handiwork as Ted unfastened his lover. I was reasonably pleased with the spread of the strokes and Lex again thanked me as she left. 313 Celeste's next draw was a normal cane to her pussy. She did not appear happy with this, having experienced several strokes earlier in the week and knowing that they were exceedingly painful. However, to refuse meant she had lost as she'd lose the 15 points for the previous round. So, she allowed herself to be tied onto the bench with her legs wide apart and her lovely pussy in full view. I knew I couldn't go easy on her; she wouldn't expect me to and it would not be fair on Lex. I positioned myself and struck the first blow. She writhed in pain as a red mark formed in the crease between her pussy and right thigh. After about 15 seconds I applied the second stroke, to the other side, striking across her right labia and forcing a moan from Celeste as her hips lifted in reflex response. 314 The blows continued and I watched as the pussy I loved so much took on a red hue from the closely spaced strokes of the cane. I deliberately tried to stay away from her clit but on two occasions I scored direct hits on the sensitive organ, each time causing Celeste to scream in agony as her body convulsed. Once the twentieth stroke had been applied, she seemed to relax as Ted untied her and she thanked me as she walked past, telling me not to feel bad for her, she had, in fact, enjoyed it. I realized that there was a lot I still had to learn about my darling. 315 Next it was Lex's turn to receive 20 strokes with the cat o' nine tails across her breasts. This had a reputation as a fearsome weapon, based on those used in the navy centuries ago when they would add sharpened objects to the strands to cause serious damage. Even so, this one did have knots in the end of each strand, which could certainly cause intense pain and damage to the skin. I had only used this once, on Celeste, with only two strokes and that had left some serious marks. 316 Lex was stretched on the hook and I applied the first tentative stroke, watching as the strands struck her breasts and wrapped around her rib cage before dragging back over her skin. I adjusted my position slightly and applied a harder stroke, seeing the skin redden under the blow as she winced from the pain, her nipples being almost inevitably struck by the lashes. As each stroke was applied, she winced, bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut to try to stem the tears from the pain in her breasts. Part of me enjoyed this spectacle, enjoyed the infliction of pain to her sensitive breasts and nipples; another part of me, hovering the in background, was appalled by my reaction and by what I was doing to a beautiful woman. After the twenty strokes, Lex's breasts were bright red with several small oozing splits to the skin. As she was released, she tentatively rubbed her hands over her breasts, wincing with the pain, then grinned at me and thanked me with a quick kiss. Maybe, I thought, I had a great deal more to learn about such women, and about myself. 317 Ted suggested that we take a break at this stage and we returned upstairs for lunch, which had been prepared earlier. This gave the two women time to look at each other's wounds and wonder what was next. 318 "We're getting to serious stuff now," said Lex, "Twenty-five strokes of anything anywhere is not a walk in the park." 319 "True," agreed Celeste, "I think if I was to receive 25 on my pussy I'd call it quits. And there's always the doubler card in there too." 320 "One of the problems is that the cards are always replaced in the pack, so there's always a chance of getting one that needs you to bear punishment on the same place that's already been beaten. That's how this games usually ends, when someone draws that card." 321 "Yeah, or the doubler when it's on 40 strokes or so," added Lex ruefully, "Remember when that happened and I accepted it?" 322 "Yes, you got through to 50 strokes on your pussy before you called "Enough"," said Ted with a grin, "We couldn't fuck for ten days or so after that." 323 "Yeah, you did, you used my ass. I still hate anal." 324 Ted laughed. "I'd forgotten that," he said, "So that's the reason." 325 Lex just poked her tongue out to him. "Time to go anyway," she said, "Enjoy your last few minutes of relatively pain free skin," she said to Celeste. 326 Back in the dungeon, Celeste drew a card to receive 25 strokes of the cane on her ass. I knew she'd be pleased with that as she enjoyed being caned on her ass and her previous marks had all but vanished. She positioned herself on the caning bench, was fastened down by her wrists, and I gave her the 25 hard strokes she so enjoyed. Her ass glowed red with red lines as decoration by the time she was finished. Again, she thanked me as she walked away, a grin on her face as I expected. 327 Much to Lex's horror, she drew the doubling card next, fifty strokes of whatever the next card said. Tentatively she drew again, reading the card, the holding it to her as she burst into tears. 328 "What's wrong, honey?" asked Ted. 329 "I can't do it," she said, handing him the card for caning with a normal cane on her pussy, "I just can't take 50 strokes there with that. It's still sore from this morning." 330 "Well, over to you, but to win you'll need to take the full 50 because Celeste completed this task." 331 "Ok, I take your point, I'll see what I can do," she said, seeming to pull herself together with a visible effort. 332 Lex was strapped to the bench with her legs wide apart and I hefted the cane, anticipating the feeling of it biting into Lex's beautiful soft pussy. As usual my first stroke was moderate, but still she writhed in pain as it landed on her left labia. Then I strengthened my strokes and concentrated the next few on the left side, before transferring my attention to the right for a few more strokes. With each stroke Lex would flinch and her hands would clench. She kept her eyes tightly closed, tears squeezing out between her lids as she suffered the incredible pain of a cane impacting on her most sensitive areas. Then I started on the central area, focusing on her vulva and, inevitably, on her clit. At the first clit stroke she screamed several times as her body convulsed from pain. I was appalled that I caught myself grinning at her response to the pain I had inflicted upon this beautiful woman, feeling a wave of guilt wash through me momentarily before I prepared for my next identical stroke. 333 That was my last stroke. After several screams as her poor clit bore the brunt of the cane stroke, Lex called, "Enough, no more, enough, enough." 334 I relaxed, again surprised to find part of me would have liked to have continued to inflict more pain, yet the reasonable part of me was very relieved. Ted untied Lex from the bench and she embraced me and kissed me, thanking me as she walked away. It was then I remembered that she was going to be administering the ten strokes of the multi-tailed whip to my most tender area. 335 We all congratulated Celeste on her win and with a grin she selected the multi-tailed whip as we fastened Ted down onto the bench, his legs wide apart and his tender cock and balls exposed and vulnerable for the 20 strokes Celeste was to apply. Although initially hard, his cock wilted quickly in his current situation as Celeste stood ready, inspecting the organ that had brought her so much pleasure on many occasions during the past few weeks. 336 Her first blow was a little tentative, causing Ted to jump and tense as the pain ran through his body. Then she really got into her stride, landing hard strokes which quickly turned his crotch area red with trails of darker red where individual strands had landed hard. Amazingly, possibly due to the increasing blood supply available, his cock hardened, standing up away from his belly, softening the blows as it was able to move, yet intensifying the pain now there was a greater surface area of tight skin exposed to the whip. 337 After the 20 strokes had been administered Ted was freed and he thanked Celeste, hugging and kissing her, then walked away gently stroking his sore organs. Now it was my turn. I thought of the hard strokes I had given Lex, contributing to her loss, and knew I could expect no mercy. My main thought was that I only had ten strokes to bear. Once I was tied in position I realized just how vulnerable I felt lying, unable to move, with my cock and crown jewels on view and exposed. I kept my eyes open and saw Lex grinning down at me; she was going to enjoy this, I could tell. 338 The first stroke was hard. Pain shot from my groin through my body and I heard myself scream. I felt instantaneous panic; I wanted to escape, get away from there, I couldn't bear another pain like that. Get a grip, I told myself, only nine more. Slowly I sorted my mind and body out until I was almost ready for another stroke, but when it came it took me by surprise again. Even though I knew what to expect and was more or less prepared, I screamed again as I tensed and indescribable pain lanced through my body. I settled more quickly after that stroke and was able to bear the remainder with fewer traumatic sensations. By the time the tenth stroke hit my hard cock and throbbing balls, all I felt was relief that it was over. 339 Ted and Celeste untied me, Celeste looking and feeling my genitals to ensure there was no permanent damage done, then I hugged and kissed Lex, thanking her. 340 "I should have given you 50, I reckon, with a cane. That would have sorted you out." 341 She grinned as she said it; I felt she had no malice towards me but was undoubtedly still feeling the effects of the thirty odd strokes I'd given her pussy. 342 We packed everything away and went upstairs where Lex administered cream as required and we settled down to enjoy the remainder of the weekend, our last before Celeste and I hit the road tomorrow morning. We had a final swim in the pool, the water tepid from the sun and quite soothing on our battered bodies, then with a final wave to our voyeuristic neighbor, we went inside and prepared and ate dinner. 343 During the meal we discussed our feelings towards bdsm, giving particularly Celeste and me the opportunity to consider our reactions towards the inflicting and receiving of pain. Ted commented that Celeste and I were quite compatible and could easily form a stable Dom-sub relationship if we desired. I mentioned how surprised and shocked I was about my sadistic tendencies and Lex told me that was even more reason why I'd make a good Dom. I wasn't so sure that was a good trait; it seemed like it could easily become a liability if it wasn't controlled. Perhaps, I reasoned, it was controlled, which was why for most of the time it was deeply buried. Giving it the opportunity to occasionally surface in a controlled manned was possibly very beneficial. The dark side within all of us occasionally needs to see the light of day. 344 "So, will you continue with bdsm?" asked Lex as the discussion drew to a close. 345 I looked at Celeste and she at me. Then together we both said, "Yes." We laughed at our responses and I clarified. 346 "I would love to continue to administer painful punishments to Celeste if she'd be willing for me to do this." 347 She leant against me, holding my arm as she grinned up at me. 348 "And I'd love for you to continue to do just that, my darling," she replied. 349 As we all lay in bed together later that night, having gingerly and carefully made love together for the final time, I thought about how much I had learned about bdsm, about love, about other people and their often unpredictable responses, and, most of all, about myself. What would tomorrow and the rest of our road trip bring, I wondered. 350 Chapter 6.1 The following morning Hank and I awoke and by the light of day we examined our wounds from yesterday's experiences. I was a little concerned at the marks left by the cane on my body, so decided that we should delay our departure, if that was Ok with Ted and Lex. They were happy for us to stay another week, we found out at breakfast time, so we spent the next few days enjoying normal sex together, rather than bdsm, and tossing ideas around for the next stage of our road trip, which was becoming quite a lengthy affair. By the end of the week we were ready to depart, the leaves already showing signs of changing color, signifying that winter was on its way. 352 It was early Fall and the weather was noticeably cooler so we were grateful for the warmth of our leather riding gear. Leaving Ted and Lex was a mixed experience; we had enjoyed their company and all they'd taught us, but we had itchy feet and knew it was time to leave. So, after dressing in our riding gear, we packed our few belongings, including the purple corset that Lex insisted I keep, into our saddle bags, gave Ted and Lex final hugs and kisses, vowing to stay in touch, and hit the road. 353 Hank and I had discussed our trip over the past few days, deciding that, while sleeping under a tree on the beach is fine and fun in the summer, in winter it is totally impractical; we needed to find a real apartment for winter. We were also very aware that we did not have enough money left from our circus work to see us through winter, so we needed work. We realized that our blissful holiday was almost at an end as we headed away from our friends and lovers towards civilization and the unknown. 354 We reached Bakersfield after a few hours and stopped to refuel us and our bikes. As we waited for our burgers and coffees, Hank began the discussion of where things were heading. 355 "So, honey, what's the story with us?" he asked, "We've been together a while now, ever since you bribed me into your bed with a bottle of JD." We both grinned at the memory. "Best thing that ever happened as far as I'm concerned. Seems like we're pretty compatible, have had lots of fun and have no idea what the future will bring, which I find a bit scary. How do you see our future? Do we stay together or part? What sort of work do you think we should find to get some money? I really don't feel like starving in a run-down shack in a city, so we need a few plans." 356 "Hey, darling, not like you to want certainty in an uncertain world," I replied with a grin, placing my hand on his. "I love you dearly, so right now you're stuck with me unless you choose to leave, which I would really hate. We'll find something." 357 "Thanks, sweetheart, I wish I could be as confident as you seem to be. I'm good at flipping burgers but that's about all. I dropped out of school so really have no experience or quals for anything reasonable, so I guess it'll be burgers, again." 358 "Well, we've had lots of experiences since we met, maybe you could use some of those to find work?" 359 "Yeah, right, who needs a slightly experienced pussy beater who worked in a circus?" 360 Our food and coffee arrived, the young waitress giving Hank's bare chest under his partly open jacket more than a second glance, a look that was returned by Hank. We thanked her, then he continued, watching the trim waitress as she walked to clear another table. "I wouldn't mind beating her pussy for no charge," he chuckled. 361 I kicked him under the table. "Yeah, dream on. I worked as a waitress a while ago; hated it. Hated being hit on by all the guys. It made be feel like a commodity, but I guess as a stop gap measure, I could do it again. Those types of work are low paid so we wouldn't be able to afford any sort of flash apartment, it'd be pretty basic. A real step down from Ted and Lex's, but definitely better than either of us could afford if we went our separate ways." 362 We discussed a few other possibilities but at this time saw no real solutions to our situation; we both usually had the attitude that opportunities would appear when they were needed, so we weren't too concerned. After we finished our drinks, we left, mounted up and headed towards the big smoke. One of the advantages and disadvantages of traveling on two wheels is that you have time to think without fear of being interrupted, but you can't easily discuss your thoughts. All my life I'd more or less accepted that what happens, happens, and hadn't planned too far ahead, tending to act on the spur of the moment, as I had when Hank and I first hooked up. That Hank was concerned for the future was possibly an ominous sign. Was he thinking 'us' instead of just of himself? Was he falling into the male partner trap of thinking he had to provide for and protect his partner, as so many men did, often developing a proprietary sense of ownership expressed, and often unconsciously stated, in expressions such as 'my wife' or 'my partner', while use of 'the wife' or 'the partner' sounded strange and somewhat impersonal, almost derogatory. These thoughts and more ran through my mind as we headed eastward, away from the golden California beaches towards the east coast. 363 We'd allowed five days for the trip, spending four nights on the road, none of which had been planned as it was not the holiday season and accommodation at this time of year was both cheap and plentiful, we hoped. We decided to make Las Vegas the first night and stopped on the outskirts to discuss possibilities. 364 "I've heard of Caesar's Palace and The Flamingo, so I'd really like to go there if that's OK with you," I suggested. 365 "Sure, sounds good to me. We could go to the casino and maybe make some money as well." 366 "Yeah, maybe. Probably lose more than you made," I cautioned, "No, it'd be great just for the experience." 367 Hank had the GPS, so set our destination and led the way. We booked a queen room settled in, then headed to the pool to wash off the grime from our trip. It felt strange having to wear my bikini after swimming naked for the last few months, and Hank disliked having to wear shorts as well. The pool was almost empty but we decided that we'd better adhere to normal convention and keep our sexual activities behind doors; we didn't want to be evicted before we'd really settled in. 368 After dinner we dressed in our only good sets of clothing and hit the town. As we thought, it was a city where the party never stopped. Casinos were everywhere, as were strip clubs. Looking at these, I suddenly had an idea. 369 "Honey," I said, stopping on the sidewalk and gripping Hank's arm, "You're concerned about money, why don't I work in a night club, or even a strip club? I'd get a lot more than working as a waitress, and probably get some perks as well if I was willing." 370 I grinned at him, thinking that, as an exhibitionist, I would undoubtedly enjoy dancing naked in front of a group of randy guys. 371 "Yeah, and what about us? What'd I do while you were off stripping and being fondled by all those greasy customers?" 372 "Oh, darling, why are you being so negative? I'd come home to you every night; you wouldn't lose me, I wouldn't run off with some cowboy with a big cock." 373 I had no idea why he was suddenly so possessive and negative. Asking him would not work; he couldn't tell me his problem when he didn't know he had one. He needed something to cheer him up, maybe a visit to a strip club would help. With no thought of anything but to cheer him up, I dragged him to the nearest club, not even noticing its name, paid our entry, and walked through the dimly lit passage to the main room, where music was loud but was still almost drowned out by customers talking and yells from the crowd of mainly guys who were calling out suggestion to the two strippers on stage as they paraded in garments that covered very little of their lithe bodies. 374 "You been in one of these before?" shouted Hank into my ear. 375 "No," I yelled back. 376 "Me neither." 377 We made our way to the bar and ordered drinks at their overpriced rate, watching casually as inevitably the two girls ended up naked, paraded around the stage for a short time, hugged each other suggestively, held hands, bowed, then scampered out the back of the stage, collecting discarded garments on the way. It was only then that the sound decreased to a dull roar. 378 "Do you really think you could do that?" asked Hank. 379 "Sure, why not? It's only skin; they're only people. They're not allowed to touch or they'll be kicked out; see the signs everywhere? As you know, I love showing off my body to people." 380 Hank didn't reply, but instead he gestured to the barmaid, who bent forward to hear him. She listened, looked at me a couple of times, then she gestured to me. 381 "What did you say?" I asked him hurriedly. 382 "I asked him if you could have a go on stage," he replied with a huge grin, "Off you go; your opportunity to become a star." 383 I laughed, thinking first off 'What the hell do I do now?', which was closely followed by 'Why not?'. I couldn't think of a good reason on the spur of the moment so I gave him a quick kiss and met the barmaid at the end of the bar. She led me upstairs to meet a guy who said his name was Tony. 384 "So, you want to dance?" he asked. 385 "Well, actually my partner put me up for this, but yes, I'd like to dance on stage." 386 "What's your name?" 387 "Celeste." 388 "Hmmm, a good name, you could keep it or choose a stage name. You got any experience?" 389 "No, none, but I'm quite happy to show my body." 390 Tony looked me up and down. "Looks good, covered, let's see what you got." 391 Fortunately, I had no qualms about anyone seeing me naked, so I simply stripped in front of him, trying to include a few moves which, in my naivety, I thought might be tantalizing, until I was naked. His eyes took in my body as I stood straight and thrust my breasts in his direction. 392 "Turn around," he told me after a short time. 393 I did and felt his eyes looking at me. "What're the marks on your ass?" 394 "Cane marks from some recent playtime activities." 395 "Oh, you Ok being caned?" 396 "Yeah, sure, I love it." 397 "You'd do it on stage in front of the customers out there?" 398 "Yeah, sure." 399 "Bend over; touch the floor." 400 I did and he crouched down. "You had your pussy caned too?" 401 "Yeah. Hurt like hell." 402 "You let someone beat your pussy out there too?" 403 "Sure, why not?" 404 "You want a job?" 405 "How long and what's the pay?" 406 "Well, we got a slave scene where two girls bring on a captive then strip her, but we've never had anyone who was willing to endure any real punishment on stage. If you'd let the guards beat you a little, like you obviously let someone beat you, it'd give us an edge over the competition. You could stay as long as you liked, we'd do some training to teach you a few striptease moves, you'd have free accommodation upstairs and you'd get paid, say a hundred a night plus whatever you wanted to make on the side in gratuities. We've got a few private cubicles downstairs that our dancers can use with special customers if they wish; from what I hear, that's where they make their real money." 407 'Can my partner live with me upstairs?" 408 "Sure, why not. Other girls have their partners or boyfriends staying with them so I don't see a problem. But first I want to see you on stage in 20 minutes, OK?" 409 "Ok." 410 He stuck his head out the door and called for Trixie. After a few seconds a scantily clad girl arrived, looked me up and down as I stood there naked, holding my clothes in my hand, and Tony asked her to get me ready for an on-stage act with Jess and Harmony. I followed Trixie downstairs to the back room where I met with Jess and Harmony, dressed in what seemed to be prison warder clothing. 411 "Celeste is your prisoner tonight," she told them, "She's apparently willing to let you beat her with whips and canes wherever you like." 412 A lump formed in my throat as I heard this; what had I let myself in for? Jess and Harmony looked me over and grinned. 413 "We're mighty pleased to meet ya," said Jess, who seemed to be the leader of the two, "You like being whipped and caned?" 414 "Sometimes, by some people," I replied carefully. 415 "Well, normally Paula's our prisoner, but she's sick tonight, so you'll be her replacement. Paula doesn't let us beat her, so we just have to make believe. But with you it'll be different and for the first time we'll be able to really beat our prisoner. That Ok with you?" 416 I didn't like the idea that two strangers could just beat me however they saw fit, yet part of me was happy that I was once again going to feel the painful kiss of whip and cane. 417 "Not really, I need a lot more info first. How many strokes, how hard, where, for a start?" 418 "Ok," interjected Harmony, "Let's start at the beginning. Come over here." 419 Harmony pulled an outfit off a hook, handing me a pair of very brief G string panties and flimsy, fabric bra, both of which I put on. 420 "We rip these off you so we use a new set each night," explained Harmony, "This goes over the top." 421 I took the grey, torn and totally disreputable shift that Harmony handed me and pulled it over my head. Gone were my curves and lovely body, hidden by this ragged dress. 422 "Good, you're ready. As you can see, Jess and I are dressed like prison guards and we drag you onto the stage. We'll hold you under your arms, so you just need to go limp and drop to the ground when we let you go. You'll have ankle cuffs and hand cuffs on so you won't be able to run away or anything. I'll be carrying a multi tail whip, Jess will have a cane. We prance around on stage for a bit, removing our outer layers until we're dressed in our underclothes, then we return to you and haul you to your feet. We remove your ankle cuffs so you can stand and your wrist cuffs so we can remove your dress, leaving you standing in your bra and panties. Then we hitch your wrists to an overhead hook and begin interrogating you. You, of course, refuse to cooperate and after a while Jess will whip you on your back and stomach. You still do not cooperate so I rip off your bra and strike you across your boobies with a cane. In the past both blows have been exceedingly light so is it Ok tonight if we make them for real?" 423 "Yes, of course," I replied, wondering how hard 'for real' could be after the punishment I'd enjoyed at Ted and Lex's. 424 "Then Jess rips off your panties and we cane your bare ass and whip your bare back, five strokes on each while we dance about and strip completely naked as well." 425 "Ok, so you're not going to cane my pussy?" I asked, immediately wondering why I'd asked such a leading question. 426 Harmony looked shocked. "No way. That'd hurt like hell." 427 "Ok. Yes, it did hurt like hell. But if you wanted to you could turn me to the audience, kick my feet wide apart and give me a stroke or two on my bare, widespread pussy with the multi tailed whip." 428 "Really? Well, I know that'd be great finale, if that's Ok with you. None of the girls like showing their pussy like that and to have it wide open and whipped, well, we'd get guys here like you'd never believe." 429 A guy came over and announced, "On in five,". 430 "Right, so we all know what we're doing? Celeste, you can scream, as much as you want when we're dragging you in and when we beat you, the more the better. All good?" 431 I agreed that it was all good, then I lay on the floor, they cuffed my wrists and ankles, collected their whip and cane, then we were on. The music played and I was dragged across the floor onto the stage by my 'guards'. 432 The crowd of guys roared, the symbolism of a helpless woman being subjected to unknown punishments suggested only by the props is enough to get most guys with any imagination, and with a belly full of over-priced alcohol, baying for blood. I lay still as Harmony and Jess danced around on the stage, carrying their whip and cane and very slowly stripping the uniform clothing from each other until they were scantily clad, moving their bodies suggestively and interacting in a small way with those closest to the stage. As I was temporarily out of the limelight, I surreptitiously looked around for Hank, seeing him in about the third row from the stage. I caught his eye and winked; he responded with a little wave. Suddenly, amidst the cacophony of sound, on stage in front of all these men, about to be stripped and beaten, I felt safe, because he was there. I hadn't realized just how much our lives and hearts were interwoven until that moment. 433 Jess and Harmony returned to me and released my cuffs, then lifted me like a sack of potatoes to an upright position. They wasted little time in removing my dress, then attached my hands to the hook above the stage, which was low enough to allow me to spread my legs later. They then pranced around me, waving the whip and cane threateningly as they started to ask me questions. I looked at the floor, refusing to answer. This went on for a few minutes, during which time Jess and Harmony pretended to become angrier until Jess shook out the whip and swung it at my lower back. It wasn't a hard blow and only stung a little where the ends impacted against my left hip, but the effect on the crowd was amazing; for a split second there was silence. Then I screamed, my wonderful, ear-piercing scream. The crowd paid greater attention to what was happening on stage, conversations seemed to pause, even the music seemed to quieten a little. A few seconds later Harmony asked me a question and I once more hung from the hook, silent, so she ripped off my bra then laid her cane over my breasts and asked the question again. I remained silent, despite several calls of 'Tell her' from the floor, then she swung back and landed a single cane stroke across the tops of my breasts. Compared with the strokes I had received during the last few days, it was weak, but nevertheless it made a loud crack as it landed and I screamed once more right on cue as the crowd became even more hushed. 434 I lifted my head and looked around at their response. There seemed to be an air of expectation, nobody quite knowing what would happen next. It was obvious that many of the clients had been here before, as well as to other clubs, but they had never seen this sort of act where one of the performers allowed herself to be physically punished on stage. I saw Tony at the back of the hall and he was smiling, not just from the act, I'm sure, but for the potential income the act would generate on subsequent nights. I made a mental note to up my wages if the numbers increased substantially. 435 My thoughts returned to my apparent 'predicament' as Jess once again resumed questioning, to which I do not respond. In apparent frustration, she ripped off my panties then swung her whip so it hit my ass hard with a resounding crack. It actually did hurt so my scream from that stroke wasn't only acting. I was now naked on stage, feeling the gaze of the very many men in the audience who would probably have enjoyed me in bed with them instead of watching me be whipped and caned on stage; undoubtedly also there were a few sadistic types who were very happy with the way the show was proceeding. 436 Chapter 6.2 Jess and Harmony continued with their questioning, Harmony giving me a stroke of the cane across my ass every few moments, interspersed with Jess whipping my back. I, of course, responded only to the strokes I received, screaming and sobbing as each one struck. While they were painful, they were far less so that I'd received and certainly wouldn't have justified a scream under other circumstances. 438 The music subsided a little and Harmony stood in front of me, turning me to face the audience squarely as she kicked my feet apart, forcing me to spread my legs. She pushed my knees from behind then held be back by the shoulders, causing me to lean backwards from my hips, forcing my pussy upwards, spreading it as much as I could to show the crowd of gaping, horny males. Then Jess placed her whip over my pussy and, with howls of encouragement from the audience, swung it back the struck reasonably hard across my tender clit and lips. Again, I screamed, shook my body and feigned tears, forcing myself to sob as she lined up for the second stroke. Again, a scream, shaking and tears. I had expected the punishment to cease after two strokes, but the girls seemed to like what they were doing and the audience did also, judging by the cheering after each stroke. So Jess gave me another three strokes across on my pussy before I was released and we left the stage to hoots, howls, claps and cheers. 439 We returned to the stage for five curtain calls before we stayed backstage. Jess and Harmony had a close look at my pussy, expecting it to be in far worse condition after their treatment of it, and were reassured when I told them it was fine and it'd had for worse treatment a short time earlier. As I dressed in my own clothes, Tony congratulated me and told me I was a natural for that role and our deal was on if I was interested. I said I'd think about it and would return tomorrow morning to let him know. He seemed less than pleased about that, but I needed to discuss it with Hank to see what he thought of the deal and whether he'd be happy living above a strip club in tinsel city for a while. I headed to the stage door and was met by Hank who took me to a table where we were served drinks on the house for the rest of the evening. 440 "It really felt great being on stage, having everyone looking at me while I was naked. It felt hot, but I didn't have much time to really think about it as the scene changed quite fast. The beating wasn't at all painful, quite arousing really so be ready for a great session when we get to our room." 441 "Ok, pleased you enjoyed it, but what's with the deal Tony talked about?" 442 I told Hank about the deal, which he also thought was a bit too low. "I've been thinking, you know, if you're stripping for a living, why not go the whole way and sell yourself for sex?" 443 "What're you saying, that I should become a hooker and hang out on street corners?" 444 "Well, no, there's better ways than that. That's far too dangerous and I'd never agree to it, even though it is legal in parts of Nevada. But there's other ways of using your body and your love of sex to your advantage. Imagine I was a well-heeled businessman on a trip to, well, let's say LA. I'm on my own, my wife or partner is at home, I know nobody, but I like sex and love strip shows, so I go to one, watch the girls get naked, then want to fuck them. Well, in LA that's illegal. So, what else can I do? Well, if I wanted to and if I thought of it, I could have decided to go to a show instead of the club, but I didn't want to go alone, so I'd phone an escort agency, who could offer one of the contracted girls as an escort. Or possibly, if I was a businessman and wanted to go to a dinner with valued clients but I knew they were all bringing their partners and I didn't have one. I could then phone an escort agency for a girl to accompany me. Of course, what she and I did after the dinner would be entirely up to the two of us and nobody need know." 445 That got me thinking and I was silent for a while, watching a girl strip on stage while not really taking much notice of her. I liked sex; I liked men; I needed money; I couldn't see any downsides to Hank's suggestion. 446 "So, what would you do?" I asked him. 447 "Are you asking what choice I would make if I was you, or are you asking what I'd do while you were out having a good time with some lonely guy?" 448 "Well, Ok, both, seeing you set up the questions." 449 "If I was you, I'd give an agency a call tomorrow before seeing Tony and ask about becoming an escort. Alternatively, I could phone them tomorrow and find out how much an escort would cost. For the second question, well, really there's undoubtedly a demand for male escorts as well, I would guess, so we could both be in the business." 450 "Good ideas. You know, you're not just a pretty face." 451 "Thank god for that," replied Hank, signalling the waitress for more drinks. She brought them quickly and Hank pushed his chair out from the table and tapped his lap. 452 "Sit down for a minute or two," he said. 453 She sat, then leant against him, allowing him to run his hand over her inner stocking-clad thigh. 454 "You been working here long?" asked Hank. 455 "Mmm, a few weeks, maybe coupla months." 456 "You get paid well?" 457 "Nah, not really, but get free board and lodgings so can't really complain." 458 "So, do you have liaisons with customers at all?" 459 "You mean do I let men fuck me?" she protested, "I'm a waitress, not a whore. What do you think?" 460 "I think you protested too much and so I think you do." 461 She looked away, then smiled and looked back, reaching her mouth to Hank's ear so only he could hear. Hank grinned, gave her ass a friendly pat and thanked her. After she'd left he told me she often sold her body to men for sex to earn a bit more money. "She said it was the best way to make a bit of money to get out of this crummy joint." 462 "Well, that settles it. I won't be taking Tony's offer. If even waitresses have to prostitute themselves out to get a decent wage, I don't want to work here." 463 "Good choice, probably," agreed Hank. "Come on, let's head back to our room and I can inspect the damage those two girls did to you." 464 "Not near as much as was done a few days ago, and that's healed; so will this," I replied as we left the club. 465 We walked back to our room, arms around each other, taking in some of the sights, sounds and smells of Las Vegas. Once there, we stripped each other then held each other close, kissing and caressing for a few minutes, then Hank knelt down and examined my ass and pussy. 466 "They're fine," said Hank, rubbing his hands gently over the cane and whip impact sites, "You seem to have pretty tough skin." 467 "Mmmm, yes, I do, and your caressing is wonderful, honey. I love you so much. Put your big cock in me and make love to your escort, darling." 468 Hank fell into the role, and we fell into bed, our bodies against each other, hands exploring and stimulating. I felt his hard cock against my belly so held it and slowly jacked it up and down, seeing a small globule of precum ooze out the end. He held my nipples, squeezing them, twisting them, massaging my breasts as I massaged his cock, my pussy drooling as it waited to be filled. 469 He took the dominant position, rolling me onto my back, kneeing my legs apart, then knelt between them, gazing down at my body before lowering his mouth to my pussy. I felt his tongue on my clit, then in my slit, reaching inside me, licking my juices. He used his fingers to separate my labia, then reach inside me, rubbing that oh-so-sensitive area at the front of my tunnel as his tongue continued to massage my clit wetly. I reached down for his cock, holding it in one hand while my other hand cupped his gorgeous balls and squeezed them gently, rubbing them together inside their sac. I felt so horny, wanted, no needed to cum on his massive hard cock. 470 "Ooohhh, honey, please put it in me, please fuck your escort hard, darling." 471 Hank removed his fingers and repositioned himself, lifting my ass and pushing two pillows under me to raise my pussy. He then knelt between my legs, wrapped an arm around each thigh, then pulled me onto him. It felt wonderful as his cock slowly penetrated me, sliding all the way into my slippery cunt in one long, sexy movement. He pressed against the end a fraction of a second before I felt his hairy pubic bone press against my clit, squeezing it deliciously. A wave of sensation rushed through me and I bit my lip to supress a low moan. 472 "You feel so good inside me, honey. Now, make me cum, darling, make your sexy escort cum till she passes out." 473 He began doing just as I asked, sliding in and out at the same time as he moved me up and down, his cock massaging the inside while his body massaged the outside of my pussy. I was so hot for sex, needed the stimulation and the release that my orgasm would bring. I heard my breathing change, becoming faster, shallower as I quickly approached my inevitable crisis. I heard myself moaning as waves of orgasm began washing over my body. I felt my body go out of control, shuddering and writhing as though controlled by some other being as I seemed to explode around his cock. 474 Hank held me tightly, keeping his cock fully in me as I shuddered my orgasm around it. As I came off my peak he slowly began moving again, thrusting in and out, pressing the end, my clit, sliding back and forth along the walls, over the sensitive nubbins at the front of my tunnel. I felt the delicious waves of sensation begin again as he once more pushed me onwards to my next inevitable peak. I reached under his legs and found his balls, which I held firmly but tenderly, pulling them downwards in an attempt to delay his orgasm. He responded by fucking me deeper and harder, sending me sky high in a few seconds only to be washed helplessly ashore as my next orgasm crashed over me. I heard a scream, probably me, then I was drowning in wonderfully overpowering sensations once again. 475 As I dropped off the second peak, Hank lay still above me, his large, hard cock deeply implanted in my pulsing cunt, his pubic bone pressing my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me. Slowly, as I lay in this bed of pleasure, I regained my breath and came back to earth as he began thrusting inside me once again. He covered my breasts with his hands and I felt the exquisitely painful pleasure as he squeezed my engorged nipples, pulling them to lengthen them, then twisting them to send sharp pulses of pleasure straight to my pussy. He kept playing with them, thrusting hard into me as his breathing became faster and harder; I could tell he was close. I began thrusting upwards, pressing my clit harder against the base of his cock, feeling my teeth biting my lower lip in an attempt to delay my orgasm so he could fill me with his cum. I felt my pussy muscles contracting and relaxing, trying to milk his cum from him, suck his balls dry and then he was there, pushing into me hard and holding in place as I felt his cock pulsating and his hot, potent sperm squirting into the end of my sucking cunt. I heard myself scream again and I was engulfed in pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over my writhing, shuddering body, time after time, the pain of my squeezed and twisted nipples merging with the pleasure to push me higher, until it was over and my body simply closed down and relaxed beneath my lover as his weight came upon me, our breathing synchronizing as we kissed, hugged, caressed in the afterglow of love. 476 I awoke to find it was morning and Hank was lying beside me, propped up on an elbow, slowly caressing my shoulder, chest and breast. As my eyes flickered open he bent to kiss me, his tongue seeking mine, his breath soft and sweet. 477 "Good morning, lover," he greeted me. 478 "Good morning, sweet darling," I replied, "Last night was amazing. Thank you for being such a wonderful lover." 479 "Hmmm, yes it was special, and it takes a great lover to know one." 480 I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him to me, feeling his warm body against mine, his cock hard once again as it nestled between my upper thighs. I spread them apart and felt him find and enter my love tunnel, still sopping from our juices last night. We lay on our sides, facing one another, kissing as he slowly moved in and out, arousing us both, gently, sensuously, my clit dragging across the upper skin of his cock, each thrust squeezing it between our bodies. He brought me to my climax very quickly and I melted in his arms as he held me tightly, kissing my lips as they gasped for air while my gentle, sweet release washed over me. I ended up lying in his arms, totally at peace with the world, feeling warm and protected in the arms of my lover. 481 After we'd showered and eaten breakfast, we continued to sit at the table discussing our next moves. 482 "I don't think that working for Tony is our best move," I said, "The waitress didn't seem to enjoy it and I heard nobody say that they really loved what they were doing." 483 "Yes, I totally agree. Last night, after you dropped off to sleep, I lay awake awhile and thought of your suggestions about us both becoming escorts. It certainly has merit and would quite probably be a very enjoyable lifestyle. We'll just have to see what the pay's like, but that should be a lot better than stripping." 484 "Yeah, and working one on one with a client is a lot better and less stressful than trying to visually satisfy a group of screaming, testosterone-oozing men in a strip joint. I just won't go back, and I think we should continue our road trip to the east coast as planned. Once we get there we can make a few inquiries and find out what's on offer and what we need to do." 485 "Great idea. So, today we'll head northeast and aim to get to Grand Canyon tonight. Sound good?" 486 "Anything sounds good, honey, so long as I'm with you. Let's pack and go." 487 We headed out soon after, enjoying what was a reasonably short trip to Tusayan, where we stopped for lunch, and booked a cabin for the night. We then proceeded on a leisurely tour around the edge of the canyon, stopping frequently to admire the stunning views, before returning to our cabin. It had been a very enjoyable day and we rested for a short time before finding a diner where we ordered burgers. 488 We waited outside, watching the colors change as the sun sank slowly in the sky, and started a conversation with another young couple, who introduced themselves as Ann and Blue. 489 "Actually," said Blue, "My real name's Bertrand. But nobody calls me that, fortunately." 490 "How long have you been here?" asked Hank. 491 "Well, I landed in Atlanta about six weeks ago and have been touring around ever since, doing the east coast then heading westward. Met up with Ann five weeks ago and hit it off well; we're both from Australia but had to come to the US to meet; funny old world, eh. We've been traveling together since then," he smiled at Ann, then continued, "We've another three weeks till we fly home from LA. How 'bout you guys?" 492 "We're on a leisurely road trip and have spent the last few months on the west coast, worked for a circus for a while, then spent the last few weeks with another couple, sharing their house in a wonderful location. We're heading to the east coast to look for work and an apartment for winter." 493 "So, you've been a couple for a while then?" 494 I looked at Hank and smiled, then replied. "I picked him up in a bar; he seemed to be the most promising of the dropouts there and he's proven himself to be a wonderful lover so we've hung together. Amazing how a guy will change for half a bottle of JD and a sexy bod." 495 Hank chuckled and Ann blushed a little and looked away. "With us it was a coupla stubbies and a rug on the beach," he said, causing Ann to blush even more as we laughed. 496 "You men, you're all the same," complained Ann, overcoming her embarrassment and grinning at us, "But he was worth it, so far anyway." 497 "Good to hear, sweetie," I replied, placing my hand on her arm, "So d'you think you'll stay together when you reach home, or is it just a holiday fling? Or is that too far ahead to think?" 498 Ann stretched out her left hand so we could see the shiny ring on her finger. "We got engaged yesterday, so it'll be more than a holiday fling," she said quietly. 499 I'd had a few thoughts that maybe we could swap partners tonight so I could try out the bulge in Blue's jeans, but it seemed that wasn't going to happen. I glanced at Hank's face and detected a slight disappointment there also. However, maybe time to rebait the hook and test the waters. Nothing like being blunt and to the point. 500 "We had a great time for the past few weeks. The couple whose house we shared were into far more than just house sharing," I heard myself saying, "They were sexually very adventurous and we learned lots about bdsm." 501 I watched their faces, expecting a look of horror and a rapid withdrawal. Instead, I was surprised and pleased when they both smiled, first at each other, then at us, while Ann blushed furiously. Uh-oh, I thought, confession time coming up. 502 "We tried that at a sex club a couple of weeks ago. Liked it, but haven't had an opportunity since. We both really enjoyed making love with others; it kinda gives perspective to our love. In fact, it was the day after that that Blue proposed to me, so he must've realized what he had." She reached for his hand as we all chuckled. 503 Guys often march in with heavy boots where girls tread very lightly and daintily. "So, you guys wanna swap partners tonight?" asked Blue. 504 "Yes," answered Hank at the same time as I replied, "If you both wish to, I'm sure I speak for us both when I say we'd really enjoy that. But if you're engaged, are you still happy to do that?" 505 "Yes," replied Blue, "We've discussed this and have decided that we'll have an open marriage, just as we allow each other to have other partners now. We both enjoy watching the other make love to someone else." 506 Hank and I grinned at each other while Ann and Blue held hands on the table, Ann's blush deepening even further. "Yes, we enjoy watching each other too. Where are you staying for the night?" I asked. 507 "We haven't booked anywhere yet, how 'bout you?" 508 "Yeah, we've booked a cabin in Tusayan for the night, a bit down the road," replied Hank, "Only has one bed, but it's a big one and you're most welcome to share." 509 Ann and Blue looked at one another, apparently agreeing. "That'd be great, thanks very much," Ann replied for them both. 510 We finished our drinks and then walked to the parking lot, mounting our bikes while they brought their rental Ford over. They followed us back to the cabin, parked and they unpacked a small amount of gear from their car before following us inside. 511 "Just dump your stuff anywhere, then we can head out for a meal," suggested Hank. 512 We walked into town and collected takeaway tacos and ate them as we walked back to the cabin, all eager for the evening to begin. Once there, Hank poured drinks for us all. 513 "Hope you like JD," he said as he handed Blue and Ann their generously filled glasses, "It's sort of become our drink, if you know what I mean." 514 Once we all had our glasses, Hank made a toast. "To lots of sex and willing partners," he toasted undiplomatically. However, we all clinked glasses and drank, Ann's blush returning. We then pulled the blinds and locked the door. Hank stepped over to Ann while Blue approached me. 515 I was really keen to see what was causing the huge bulge in Blue's jeans so before he could reach me to begin stripping me, I knelt down and quickly unzipped his fly, reaching inside and pulling out his huge, meaty, semi-erect cock. If Hank was big, Blue was enormous. I looked at Ann, who was in the process of being undressed by Blue, caught her eye and grinned, licking my lips. Then Blue put his hands under my arms and lifted me up so I was standing in front of him. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, his hands cupping my ass over my leathers. I could feel his cock growing as it pressed against my belly. 516 Chapter 6.3 After a long kiss, I pushed him away a little and unbuttoned his shirt, running my hands over his chest as he unzipped my leather jacket, letting out a low whistle as he uncovered my breasts. 518 "Hey, now, ain't that somethin'. No bra to trap these babies, eh." 519 He bent his head down and kissed and nibbled at each breast and nipple, then he pulled my jacket down my arms without removing my hands fully, holding the jacket behind me as he turned me around, my breasts fully on display as my shoulders were held back by my jacket sleeves. 520 "Hey, Ann, take a look at these boobies," he said, "Nearly as good as yours, darlin'." 521 Ann's blush deepened as she replied, "Men! Have fun, honey, I know I will." She then refocused on Hank, who had her skirt up over his head and was busily eating out her pussy. 522 I wriggled my hands through the tight cuffs in time to unfasten Blue's belt before he could take my riding pants off. He was going commando, like me, and I pushed his jeans down to his knees, immobilizing him while I knelt and took his now hard monster into my mouth, licking and sucking it for a short time before I took him down my throat. I then removed my mouth from him, stood and grinned at the surprised expression on his face. 523 "That's the first time anyone's taken me right down," he said in amazement, "I certainly hope it's not the last." 524 I pushed his shirt off his arms, then pulled his jeans to the floor, where he stepped out, naked, then knelt in front of me and pulled my pants down to the floor, holding them as I freed my feet. I spread my legs and he accepted my invitation, mouthing my pussy, licking my slit, sucking and nibbling on my engorged clit. It felt wonderful so I tipped my head back, held the top of his head and enjoyed the sensations. 525 All too soon, it seemed, Blue stood up and held my body against his, his rampant cock sliding between my upper thighs, pressing against my wet slit. We kissed as my hard nipples pressed into his chest, then he reached down with his hands, gripped me beneath my thighs and lifted me, allowing his cock to spring upwards before lowering me carefully, his cock penetrating me and sliding into my love tunnel until we were standing face to face once again, my feet flat on the floor, impaled on his huge pole. 526 I felt his cock pulsing inside me as he cupped my breasts with his hands, squeezing, pulling and twisting my nipples like I loved so much. My vaginal muscles began pulsing in time with his cock, squeezing him, stimulating him as they also stimulated me. I needed some action, some movement. 527 "Fuck me well, honey," I whispered into his ear. 528 Instead of lifting me and carrying me to bed then taking me to heaven, as I expected, he remained still and bent his head to nibble at my neck while continuing my breast stimulation. Shots of sensory stimulation poured through my body from my breasts, neck and pussy. He was barely moving, yet he was stimulating me incredibly. I felt myself approaching an orgasm, just by the stimulation I was receiving. I desperately wanted more, but he simply continued with what he was doing. 529 It didn't help that I could see Hank plowing Ann's pussy as he pinned her to the wall, his hands holding her legs bent while she was meeting each thrust with one of hers. They were both panting for breath, obviously both nearing their climaxes, yet here I was, barely being stimulated by a guy who was almost standing still. Well, that wasn't really true, I thought as I felt the first of the major pulses of orgasmic pleasure shoot through me. I surprised myself by hearing my moan, a moan that only came when I was almost there. I nestled myself against Blue, wriggling my hips to stimulate my clit on his cock as he held it still inside me, filling me wonderfully, the pulsing of our muscles working together to push my sensations to new highs. 530 Then he thrust forwards and upwards with his hips, pushing himself hard into the end of my tunnel, the base of his cock squeezing my clit hard and he gave my nipples a hard and painful squeeze and twist. 531 "AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!" I screamed as waves of orgasm flooded from my pussy and nipples and crashed on the shore in my mind. 532 My body writhed on his cock, shuddered under his hands on my breasts and squirmed against his body as I sought more, ever more, stimulation. Slowly I came down from my unexpected peak, resting in his arms, my tender breasts released, my cunt still full of rampant cock. I looked over his shoulder at Ann and Hank looking at me. 533 "He's great, eh," said Ann, grinning, no longer blushing. 534 "Oh, yes," I replied, "I can see why you said yes." 535 Blue lifted me under my thighs and carried me to the bed, laying me gently on my back with my ass at the edge of the bed, legs wide apart. He took hold of my ankles and pressed them backwards over my head, spreading my legs wider as my pussy tilted back further. He then began pushing his cock deep into my cunt, then withdrawing it until the head was just inside my lips, before thrusting it hard and fast deep inside once again. Each forward thrust caused me to grunt as the air seemed to be forced out of my lungs, just before my clit sent a jolt of sensation through my body as it was squeezed by Blue's hard pelvic bone. I felt my breasts jiggling back and forth, hard nipples pointing to the ceiling as Blue's eyes watched their every movement. 536 Gradually his thrusts became more rapid as he screwed up his eyes, focusing on not cumming just yet. I did no such thing, allowing the sensations to carry me along again, closer and closer towards my orgasm. I heard Ann give a short, sharp scream and turned my head to see her clutching Hank as she shuddered and writhed on his cock. Then Blue thrust in hard and deep and stayed there. I felt his cock pulsate as he squirted his hot cum into my depths, the sensation pushing me over the edge. I screamed a second time as I lifted my hips upwards, seeking even more of him inside me, feeling his cum oozing between my cunt walls and his cock. Then he relaxed, released my ankles and lay on me, kissing and hugging me as we both came down from our peaks. 537 The bed sagged as Hank lay Ann alongside me. Blue and I turned our heads to watch our lovers continue making love right alongside us, watching his shiny, hard cock slide out of Ann's cunt then plunge back in just as Blue's had a few minutes earlier. Seeing Ann writhe as Hank cupped her breasts, pulling and squeezing her nipples in the way that I enjoyed so much. After a few minutes, Ann began making a moaning sound, her hips thrusting upwards to meet each of Hank's thrusts, until he made a final deep thrust and stopped moving. I could see the base of his cock expanding and contracting as his sperm was forced deep into Ann's love tunnel as Ann rolled her head from side to side and panted out her silent orgasm. After a short time, the four of us repositioned ourselves on the bed, each couple cuddling and kissing before we gently slept. 538 I awoke during the night to the bed moving rhythmically and watched in the pale light from around the curtain as Hank once more made love with Ann. They looked so beautiful in the dim light, almost surreal as though it was a dream. I could have convinced myself it was until I felt Blue's cock prodding at my pussy from behind. I spread my legs and pushed my ass towards him, allowing him to slip inside easily, gently moving back and forth in time with Hank and Ann while he wrapped his arms around me and stimulated my breasts. I moved my hand down and began stroking my clit in time with his movements, feeling myself rapidly approaching my climax. The combination of watching my lover fuck Ann, feeling Blue stroking in and out of my cunt and rubbing my clit was too much to withstand for long. So, when Ann's small scream announced she was cumming, I came also, feeling Blue pushing harder inside me and filling my tunnel with his hot cum once more. The dream-like quality of the experience continued as I drifted back to sleep. 539 Next morning Hank woke me with kisses and caresses, followed rapidly by his cock being inserted into my still-slippery love tunnel. I rolled him onto his back and straddled him, riding him hard alongside Ann, who was mounted on Blue. I turned towards Ann and we embraced and kissed, each massaging and tweaking the other's breasts as we rode our partners' cocks. I felt Hank pushing upwards, seeking more depth as he approached his end point, Blue seeming to be doing the same with his fiancée. I think Hank came first because I felt him tense then felt his hot juices flowing into my cunt just before Ann screamed in orgasm as Blue also filled her with his sperm. I came hard from Hank's stimulation, his cumming inside me and from watching the whole scene. As my orgasm waned, I leant forward onto Hank's chest and kissed him as our breathing slowed. 540 We showered and dressed, ate a quick breakfast, then packed our vehicles. It was an emotional farewell which included much kissing, cuddling and groping. We wished them every happiness in their marriage, then we were on our ways, Hank and I heading east while Blue and Ann headed west, leaving nothing but the memory of a wonderfully sexy night as a reminder of our meeting. 541 After a few hours we stopped for gas and coffee and we discussed where we were actually heading. During the past day or so it turned out we'd both been considering options and had both, independently, decided that working for an escort agency could be great fun as well as being very lucrative. 542 "It would give us a great deal of freedom as some of the girls get $5000 a time, I found online, so I'd only need to work a day per week," I told Hank. 543 "Yeah, and I guess the guys get much the same. However, I think you'd need to have an established reputation before you received that, maybe $500 would be a more reasonable starting wage, and remember that the agency will take a lot of that." 544 "Anyway, it'd be fun. And possibly the best place would be in a large city, like maybe Washington, where there are lots of top level government employees just looking for a bit of fun." 545 "Yeah, dream on," replied Hank. "But it'd be good anyway. We could always move on if it wasn't." 546 "So, I reckon I should be wearing my corset to train my body a bit; that'd be worth something, I'm sure. No guy could resist a sexy vixen such as me with a tiny waist held in by a purple corset, eh darling." 547 We both laughed, but Hank agreed that waist training would be a good idea, just not when riding a bike because of the possibility of fainting if it was too tight. We finished lunch and headed east, having also decided that for the remainder if the trip across the US we'd camp rough off the road a little, unless, of course, the weather prevented that. 548 Over the next four days we fell into a routine of travel, setting up a basic camp each evening off the road, Hank lacing me into my purple corset slightly tighter than was comfortable, eating supper, my corset being an excellent dietary aid, then making love and drifting off to sleep under the stars. Each day was a repeat of the previous, removing my corset each morning before a swim in the stream or lake if we'd managed to find one, then on the road again after breakfast. I was very pleased that each day Hank was able to fasten my corset slightly tighter, the length of lace left after he'd finished becoming longer each night, my waist becoming smaller each morning after he removed it. My aim was to be able to touch fingers and thumbs of my hands together when they were around my waist; I had several inches to go, although I did acknowledge to myself that perhaps my aim was overambitious. 549 Far too quickly it was our last camp night as we approached Washington. We made love gently in the open, still amazed by the myriads of stars shining above us. We sometimes wondered out loud whether, on one of the planets circling one of the stars in a far distant galaxy, a couple like us were lying on the ground after making love together and wondering if there was anyone else in that vast universe who were doing the same as they were. 550 It was on that last night, as we lay together, sated with each other, at peace with the world and the universe, that Hank turned to me and kissed me gently, the way he did when he had something profound to say. 551 "Sweetheart, since we met this has been the best time of my life, and I sincerely thank you for that. Tomorrow we head into new adventures, discover new things about ourselves and about others. I feel that it's almost as though tonight is the end of some sort of apprenticeship, tomorrow is the start of a new future. I don't know why, I just feel it is a very important time; a turning point in our relationship; a time which we will look back on and remember, hopefully with joy, as the start of something new and big. 552 "So, my darling Celeste, I want to make it as memorable as possible and I can think of no better way to do this than to ask you one question. Celeste, my darling, will you marry me?" 553 END