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   CHAPTER 7







   Bill and Mike had their eyes glued to the scene between the two women.
Mike had to strain his neck to see from his vantage point, but Bill had a
perfect line of sight. Every time his wife had one of her orgasms, Bill,
almost absentmindedly, pounded Mike's ass with the flexible metal-studded
leather paddle, continuing until Connie stopped her thrashing.  This
resulted in a Pavlov type reaction from Mike.  When he heard Connie start
to squeal, signaling an approaching orgasm, he yelled along with her,
knowing that Bill was going to crack the paddle against his sore red ass.



   "That's the way it's going to be all night," Bill hissed under his
breath.  "Every time my wife cums, you're going to suffer.  I should warn
you that she cums a lot when she is tortured.  If your wife is as good as
she seems, you are going to be in for a very rough evening."



   Bill's words seemed to go right to Mike's cock.  It stiffened
perceptively and started pulsating.  Without realizing it, his hand strayed
to the rock-hard appendage and stroked it.  Bill reacted quickly, paddling
the bound man below his ass, catching the back of his thighs and his balls.
Agonizing pain rushed through Mike's body, finally settling in the pit of
his stomach as a dull, throbbing ache.  Before he had time to collect
himself, Mike felt Bill fumbling at his crotch.  Horrified, he saw the man
snap a hose clamp just above his aching testicles.  The clamp held a metal
ring that Bill used to attach a short chain.  A heavy, bell-shaped fishing
weight dangled from the end of the chain and Mike was instantly aware of
the pressure on his balls.  He couldn't stifle a groan when Bill raised the
weight and let it drop.  The sharp tug renewed the sickening feeling in his
stomach and seemed to build as the weight swung back and forth like a
pendulum.  The threat was unspoken, but obvious, as Bill placed several
more weights of increasing sizes, on the floor where Mike could plainly see
them.



   Jean finished by slathering a thick lotion all over Connie's freshly
shorn snatch. Connie found the tingling sensation pleasant and very erotic
but was not prepared for the warmth that began to radiate from the area. 
Her wrinkled brow showed her puzzlement, and the twitching muscles in her
thighs made Jean laugh evilly.  "It's a special lotion that makes its own
heat.  It will continue to build in intensity until it gets quite
uncomfortable.  It has another interesting quality that makes it even more
fun in situations like this."



   To demonstrate, Jean leaned down close to Connie's quivering pussy and
blew a steady stream of air against her bald cunt lips.  Connie's muscles
locked tight and a moan caught in her throat as she felt the scorching
effect of the airstream.  It felt like Jean was running a blowtorch over
her pussy!



   "I use this stuff on Mike's cock and balls a lot.  After about half an
hour he starts begging me to wash it off.  If I leave it on another fifteen
minutes he will shoot his load, even without being touched.  He says the
heat becomes so intense that his cock just explodes from the pain."



   Connie's eyes widened and she noisily sucked air into her lungs as she
watched the woman squeeze a dollop of the tormenting liquid directly on to
her clit! She felt the effect almost immediately.  The tiny nubbin grew to
twice its normal size, protruding from its protective hood to stand proud
and erect.  What had started as an almost imperceptible pulsation had grown
to an overpowering throbbing sensation as the terrified girl saw her symbol
of femininity turn pink, then dark red as the lotion took effect.  The pain
grew in proportion to the size and color of the pencil eraser sized mass of
exposed nerve endings.



   In seconds, Connie was grunting audibly and twisting on the table trying
to throw off the effects of this painful stimulation.  It was truly
awesome. Connie couldn't imagine it being any more agonizing to have a
lighted cigarette touched to her clit. Hot, salty tears blurred her vision
and the muscles in her stomach began to cramp from the strain as she fought
for control.  Just when she thought she couldn't stand any more, she felt
the familiar hardening in her nipples and the clenching of the muscles that
controlled her cuntal walls.  Her toes curled as one of the most intense
orgasms she had ever experienced washed over her.  Cream literally gushed
from her gaping pussy, running down the crack of her ass to pool on the
table underneath.  An eerie wailing sound tore from her throat, not one of
pain but rather of pure orgasmic bliss.



   Bill had switched to a riding crop to whip Mike.  It caused more
immediate pain but did less damage.  Mike's ass was already an angry red
color and was showing spots of purple where the metal studs had broken the
skin.  Jean usually chose a crop when she was whipping him and Mike had
come to love the feeling as the leather tip snapped into his flesh.  Bill
wasn't using more force than his wife but the snap of his wrist made the
bite of the instrument seem harsher.  The fishing weight attached to his
balls swung wildly, set in motion by his own inability to take his
punishment without dancing around.  Each time the weight reached the end of
its arc it jerked against his balls, sending an electric shock through his
system.  Each crack of the crop and every tug on the chain brought Mike
closer to cumming.  He knew that he would spill his jism all over the floor
pretty soon if Connie kept cumming as furiously as she was.  He shuddered
to think what Bill might do to him if he shot his wad without permission.
Just thinking about it brought him nearer the edge.



   Exhausted, Connie was laying on the table limp and weak.  Her body
shuddered now and then as the after shocks from her tremendous orgasm
coursed through her body.  Just as her breathing returned to normal, Jean
spread the woman's wet, sticky, pussy lips apart and focused another stream
of air right on the tip of her quivering clit. The pain made the spent
woman see stars.  She felt the blood pounding in her veins as she exploded
into another orgasm as intense as the first.  The sound of her ass slapping
against the table echoed through the room overshadowing even the crack of
the crop as it buried itself in Mike's ass and thighs.  Their shrieks
mingled into an eerie duet of pain and pleasure.  Unable to hold back,
Mike's cock and balls released thick ropes of milky liquid.  Like his
partner in despair, he seemed unable to stop cumming, as each cut of the
crop brought another spurt from the purple heart-shaped head of his cock.



   Bill and Jean conferred while their charges were regaining their
strength.  They agreed that Bill would punish Mike for cumming without
permission.  Jean argued that her time with Connie had not yet begun, but
finally accepted a forfeiture of fifteen minutes, since the woman had
obviously undergone no small amount of pain. Normally Bill would not have
pressed the issue and he knew it didn't matter to his wife.  She was in
exactly the position she most loved, being dominated and tortured.  If he
knew her, she was absolutely unaware of the time and wouldn't have cared
anyway.  His interest was purely selfish.  He wanted Connie to win the bet
because he wanted to be the first to put Jean through her paces as a
submissive.  She was a beautiful woman and her command and presence made
her even more desirable.  He was anxious to try his skills on a woman who
would offer him more resistance than he found with his other slaves.



   Mike's ass was showing the effects of his punishment and Bill decided
that part of his body needed to rest for a while.  Bill released him and
changed his position. Suspended from his wrists with his legs held apart by
a spreader bar, Mike swung gently back and forth.  The ring around his
balls as left in place and Bill had exchanged the weight for the next
larger size.  Although he had just cum, Mike's cock was already beginning
to stiffen in anticipation of his impending punishment.



   He was not going to be disappointed.  Bill clipped clothespins to the
hanging man's nipples and another to the tip of his cock.  His stretched
position made the bite of the clothes pins more severe.  The fact that he
had cum so recently had left the head of his cock much more sensitive than
normal and the clothespin clamped on to it was agonizing.



   When everything was in place, Bill added to Mike's discomfort by lifting
the weight as high as possible then letting it go.  Sweat beaded up all
over Mike's body and the air rushed from his lungs with a whooshing sound.
The sharp stabbing pain in his balls made him forget the continual pain in
his crushed nipples for a moment.



   While all this was going on, Connie had not been left alone.  Jean had
taken just a few minutes trying to decide how she was going to make the
woman suffer enough to use the safe words.  She knew it was going to have
to be dramatic.  It was obvious that Connie was a true pain lover and not
just someone who had discovered a new amusement to add some spice to a dull
sex life.



   The effect of the lotion had worn off enough to let Connie relax,
recover, and consider the situation.  Jean had unwittingly played right
into their hands.  Bill and Connie both knew that once she had been
tortured into cumming there was almost nothing that could be done to her
that would cause her to use the safe words.  Connie felt pain only until it
pushed her into the first orgasm.  After that, her mind automatically
converted all pain into highly erotic sensations of pure pleasure.  More
pain simply brought more enjoyment.



   Jean discovered this, much to her dismay, when she began lashing her
bound victim with a thick leather strap.  The first blow landed across
Connie's stomach, raising a red welt and forcing the breath out of her with
a hiss.  The band of fire burned and caused her to twist and bounce on the
table.



   Jean whipped her neighbor like a woman possessed for several minutes,
covering Connie with angry, red, lash, marks, from the tops of her breasts
to her knees.  The sound of the strap slapping against bare skin
overshadowed even the moans and screams of the tortured woman.  Bill smiled
to himself as he noticed the tone and timbre of his wife's screams change.
He knew, from experience, that Jean was not accomplishing her goal, but was
pushing Connie to higher levels of ecstasy instead.



   Sure enough.  Connie's body burned on the outside from the lashes and
she steamed on the inside as she reacted to the pain.  It hurt, terribly,
but she welcomed the pain because each lash caused the molten lava inside
her to move just a little closer to the surface.  Soon she would erupt. 
Her orgasm would boil up and out of her with the force of a volcano.  For
Connie, this release was worth any amount of pain she had to endure.



   Sensing that she was losing the bet, Jean decided to change tactics. 
She stopped beating Connie, eliciting a groan of disappointment and
frustration.  She moved the woman from the table and repositioned her over
a low spanking horse. Connie's ass was still white and unblemished.  Jean
chose a wicked looking bamboo cane to rectify the situation.



   The first cut of the cane landed right on the meatiest portion of
Connie's twin half-moons.  The thin red line immediately welted as the pain
exploded in her ass, causing her to surge wildly against the leather horse,
and yell until her voice became hoarse and raspy.  Twenty-five cuts later
Connie was limp, hanging on the horse and sobbing quietly.  She no longer
felt the cane as it burrowed into her bruised and bleeding backside.  Jean
had beaten her ass until it was numb.  Connie had lost track of the number
of times she had cum.  For a while, each blow had sent her reeling into
another orgasm, each eclipsing the one that had come before.  At some point
her body just shut down, refusing to accept either pain or pleasure
anymore. The woman was barely conscious, and it was obvious that Jean was
going to lose the bet.  Secretly, this was just what Jean had wanted to
happen.



   Jean had long had fantasies of being submissive to a man.  Her
relationship with her husband made this an impossible situation so she had
pushed her own desires aside and concentrated on fulfilling his.  Over the
years it had grown on her to the point that she no longer minded being the
Mistress and even enjoyed her role. The bet with Connie had rekindled her
sublimated desires and Jean was eager to see how it would feel.  Looking at
Mike, she knew becoming submissive to Bill would not affect their own
games. She could tell that her husband was thoroughly enjoying what Bill
was doing to him and was totally involved in the submissive scene.  It
would not seem strange to him at all that his wife was also being dominated
by this powerful Master, especially if Bill would reinforce her position
over her husband by exercising his mastery by "commanding" her to abuse her
husband.



   This could ultimately be the best of both worlds for her.  She could be
dominant over Connie and Mike but submissive to Bill.  Bill and Connie had,
of course, thought about this aspect long ago and envisioned the scenario
expanding to include Jimmy as dominant over Jean, but Jean remaining
dominant over the other women in the club as well as her husband.



   Bill had removed all the clips from Mike's nipples and cock and had
lowered him from the suspension bar.  Commanding the man to get on all
fours, Bill snapped the leash in place again and led Mike over to Connie.



   "Use your tongue on her ass" he commanded.  "Lick all of her wounds and
clean her up.  Keep at it until I tell you to stop."



   Mike was thrilled at the command and went at his task eagerly.  He
traced each of Connie's welts with the tip of his tongue, pausing to lap at
the places where Jean had broken the skin with the cane.  Occasionally, as
he neared the crack of her ass cheeks, his tongue stiffened and dipped deep
into her crack, tasting the acrid flavor of Connie's asshole and pushing
into the sphincter, penetrating the woman's ass.  Gently, he tongue-fucked
Connie's ass.  By lowering his head, he could run his tongue over her slick
pussy lips and savor the pungent taste of the juice that had soaked her
pubic region during her punishment.  When she was clean, he repeated his
tongue-fucking, this time assaulting her pussy.



   Connie felt the soothing ministrations of Mike's tongue cooling the
fires in her ass.  She moaned passionately and pushed back against his face
when he started fucking her asshole with his tongue.  She had always liked
ass fucking and tongue fucking after a severe beating was heaven to the
woman.  Her moans rose in pitch and volume as his tongue continued down to
her swollen pussy.  When his tongue split her slick pussy lips and invaded
the spongy tunnel of her cunt, Connie could not contain herself.  She
shuddered and flooded his tongue with slick cream as she came.



   Bill noticed Mike's raging hard-on and decided he was due some relief.
Jerking on his leash, Bill pulled the man to his feet and moved him so that
his cock was in line with Connie's mouth.



   "Now it's your turn, slut" Bill said, addressing his wife.  "This dog
has certainly done his part by making you cum like a shameless bitch in
heat.  Suck his cock and be sure to swallow every drop when he shoots his
cream.  Every drop that spills will earn some extra punishment for you."



   Connie went about her task with enthusiasm.  She liked sucking cock. 
Getting to suck a new one excited her and she considered it a special
treat. Connie had long ago discovered that all men tasted just a little
different.  Some cum was acidic and pungent, some was almost sweet while
others had a nutty flavor.  She always thought she probably could identify
men by just tasting their cum.  It was an interesting thought and Connie
reminded herself to talk to Bill about trying the experiment sometime.
Perhaps she could be blindfolded and "forced" to suck several cocks.  She
would have to name each man as they came in her mouth.  Of course, she
would be punished severely by anyone she failed to guess correctly.  At the
very least, she would get to suck off several cocks.  That alone would make
the exercise fun for her.



   Bill was suddenly aware of his own discomfort.  He had been sporting a
massive erection for some time now and his swollen, cum-filled balls were
beginning to cause him some pain.  He toyed with the idea of waiting for
Connie to finish with Mike, but decided there was no time like the present
to initiate Jean into her new role as a submissive sex slave.  She had lost
the bet, and now was the time for her to begin paying the debt.



   Jean wasn't aware of what was going through Bill's mind but had she
known, she would have agreed wholeheartedly.  Watching Connie shake and
moan through over a dozen orgasms and seeing her husband shoot his load on
the floor was enough to send the girl into orbit.  Now, watching Connie's
lips and tongue work on Mike's cock had her hotter and hornier than she
could remember being in years.  The whole scene had turned Jean on
tremendously, and the thought of what was to come was even more exciting.
She was eager to pay off her bet and, as far as she was concerned, the
sooner the better!



   "All right, Mistress Jean," Bill said.  "We have a score to settle.  I
am willing to allow you more leeway than an ordinary slave since you are
participating only because you lost a bet.  I respect your dominant nature
but I do intend to show you the submissive side of things.  For the rest of
the evening you will be a slave, mine to command as I see fit, within
certain bounds, of course.  If you are willing and agree, then come kneel
at my feet and acknowledge me as your Master for the evening."



   Jean willed herself to move slowly, not wanting to appear too eager. 
She fell to her knees in front of Bill and raised her head, locking her
eyes on his.  He saw the emotions smoldering behind them and knew the heat
she felt and the depth of her excitation.  Her pale skin was flushed and
her roan colored hair accented the deep, almost emerald green of her eyes.
Her lips were parted and pouting.  Bill saw the tip of her tongue dart out
to moisten them, then linger as if to signal to him that she was ready if
he chose to use her mouth.



   "You have won me for the evening and I am ready to serve my Master," she
said softly, tearing her eyes from his to look down at the floor.  "I ask
for no special favors other than those included in the bargain.  If
allowed, Sir," she continued, fixing her eyes on his once again, "I
challenge you to do your best to make me your slave instead of just a prize
for tonight."



   Bill saw the fires burning behind Jean's eyes and knew she was
desperately asking him to dominate her completely.  She was easy to read.
Her desire to dominate others was strong.  She used the power to fuel her
lust and stoke her sexual fires, but there was another need, almost as
strong.  It was the one she was ready to explore now.  Jean also needed to
find the one who could dominate her as she dominated others.  She needed a
Master to be completely fulfilled and Bill was being tested to see if he
could measure up.  He had complete confidence in his ability to do so.



   Reaching down he filled his hands with her leather encased breasts.  Her
leather garment was so tight he could feel her hard nipples piercing the
palms of his hands.  Kneading the soft mounds, gently at first then with
increasing force, Bill felt the hard nubbins grow even more.  A soft moan
escaped Jean's parted lips and she panted, trying to maintain control as
Bill slid his hands out to the tips of her tits and grasped her nipples
between his thumbs and index fingers.



   Jean's eyes snapped up to lock onto his when he rolled her nipples
between his fingers.  As Bill increased the pressure, he saw the
uncertainty reflected there. Looking into her liquid green pools Bill saw
the gamut of emotions that Jean was feeling.  The uncertainty changed to
fear, then surprise, disbelief, passion, and finally lust.  It was at this
point that her moans rose in pitch and became decidedly animalistic as she
leaned forward, pressing her ample tits into his hands.



   Pinching her nipples was really turning this girl on, Bill thought to
himself.  He wondered how she would react when he started turning on the
pain.  If this initial response was any indication she would find the rest
of the evening very stimulating!



   With one final squeeze Bill pulled his hands away.  Jean's face first
registered relief, then anxiety.  He had been hurting her nipples and it
felt good when he quit, but at the same time, Jean discovered that she
liked him hurting her and she wanted it to continue.  When he pulled his
hands away, she was afraid he was going to stop.



   Her fears were short lived.  Bill tugged at the zipper that ran from her
neck to her waist, laying open her tight, leather, top.  In one swift
motion he peeled the garment from her, leaving her naked from the waist up
and immediately filled his hands with her bare breasts.  This time his
fingers formed into claws and dug into her tits at each base.



   Jean threw her head back and hissed softly as she felt his fingers press
into her soft mounds.  It hurt, but it also felt so good!  She could feel
her rock-hard nipples digging into his palms, which were damp with
perspiration.  Bill's fingertips sunk into her soft tit-flesh until they
could go no farther.  Jean's tits begin to bulge at the top, like a balloon
being squeezed in the middle.  Her skin stretched tight as her tits
hardened and she felt them throb with each heart beat.  As the woman's
passion increased so did her heart rate, making the throbbing almost
unbearable.



   "My ass," she gasped.  "I want you to spank my ass.  My pussy's on fire
and my tits feel like they're about to explode.  My ass needs to feel it
too!  Please, Sir.  Blister my ass.  Use anything you like.  Spank me with
your hand, paddle me, cut me with a cane, or whip me, but please make my
ass burn like the rest of me.  I want it.  No, I need it!  I have to have
it.  Show me no mercy, make my ass hurt!  Make me scream and cry and beg
you to stop."



   Her pleading was all the encouragement Bill needed.  He already knew
Jean was made to be a slave, although she had spent her life playing the
other role.  It was gratifying, both confirming that he was right, and
watching the transformation take place.



   Bill decided to leave Jean's tight leather pants on, at least for the
moment.  He liked the way they looked on her and he appreciated the way
they gripped her ass cheeks and accentuated them.  He was also aware that
Jean was a neophyte to sexual spanking and the extra padding, though it was
mostly psychological, would be a comfort to the woman during her first
episode.



   Knowing the effect his hands had created in her tits, he was reluctant
to leave them with no stimulation.  Bill quickly decided to use the bondage
bra he had made for Rosie and Connie.  It was leather and consisted mostly
of cups with the front half left open and straps for tightening and
lifting. The victim's tits were forced into the cups, which gripped them
tightly at the base and caused them to swell and spill out over the cutout
portion.  The straps held them up and away from the body and adjusted the
grip of the cups.  Bill usually soaked the bra in water first, making it
soft and elastic, so that it would stretch to accommodate the size of the
victim's tits and mold itself to her particular shape.



   After adjusting the straps as tightly as possible, the effect was
stimulating and long lasting, as the leather began to dry and shrink. 
During a long session, the persistent and increasing constriction of the
bra served as a lingering reminder to help focus the victim's thoughts on
all her sexual parts, even those that weren't being used at the time. 
Connie and Rosie could attest to the fact that it also made their tits
hyper sensitive.  Tit-whipping, while encased in the bondage bra, was truly
an excruciating but exhilarating affair!



   Jean was not yet aware of the bra's long-term effect, but she was
delighted with what it did to her tits.  They felt so alive, almost as if
they were being constantly massaged and stimulated.  Every movement was
amplified and transmitted directly to her nipples.  Even now, they were
longer and stiffer than she could ever remember. Jean had never been so
intensely aware of her nipples, although they had always afforded her
plenty of sexual pleasure in the past and had served as a focal point for
foreplay.  It was something she delighted in forcing her husband to do to
her.  She would often make him lick and suck her nipples while lightly
lashing his cock with the crop.  This usually ended in an orgasm for both
of them.



   This done, Bill sat down and pulled Jean across his lap, adjusting her
position so that his hard cock pushed up against her leather encased pussy.
Jean could feel the shaft and the bulbous head rubbing against her
sensitive cunt as she shifted back and forth on her Master's lap.  Using
just his hand, Bill began Jean's first sexual spanking.



   The first blow landed flush on both ass cheeks making Jean surge.  She
hunched against Bill's cock as the warmth spread through her ass and right
into her pussy.  Because of her tight leather pants, every blow sounded
like a rifle shot as Bill's hand rained down on her ass.  The leather
diffused the blows, making the warmth spread through her entire ass.  In
just a few blows she was already climbing rapidly toward a mind-blowing
explosion.  Her first sex spanking was even better than she had imagined!
Using his powers of observation, Bill brought Jean right to the brink of
orgasm before stopping abruptly.  When she realized he was stopping, she
groaned, showing her disappointment.  Jean sawed her hips back and forth in
a futile attempt to achieve enough friction to send her over the edge. 
Unceremoniously, Bill dumped her on the floor, admonishing her to be still
and wait for permission to cum.





  
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