A sub, her husband and two Dommes

[MissKubo]

Good news and bad news today. I got to wear my sweater dress, and didn't even end up wearing the peephole underwear

Although, aside from stockings and a garter belt and the red collars The King had me get for my breasts, I didn't end up wearing any underwear... Fortunately the sweater dress is long enough and to keep me well covered, but walking around the park this morning there was definitely a breeze

 

[MissKubo]

As well as having to wear my denim dungaree dress today while we walk around town (at least I get boots and pantyhose, most of the snow from yesterday has melted but it's still pretty cold), I'm trialling my husband's Christmas gift...

I'd been wondering about getting some of these for a while... A set of ben-wah (or love) balls.

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I'm not sure how much longer I can keep a straight face...

He got me a weighted silicone "Geisha" rear plug to go with it - thank God he's not got me wearing THAT today

 

[MissKubo]

Hi everyone. I promised you all an update of sorts, so here we go... This is quite difficult...

I know NYE 2020 was very different for everyone, but it was definitely different for us from NYE 2019.

That was when Emily declared, quite physically, a desire to have me submit to her, one-on-one, which led to a get-together our partners agreed to in July.

And some further get-togethers in August and September that they didn't...

I'm still very nervous about confessing this in here, but basically I got an out of the blue text from Emily one Saturday inviting me to meet her for a coffee in town, and it ended with her taking my panties from me, her bare foot between my legs under the table and me waiting for her to summon me again in the future if I wanted my panties back.

I met her a couple more times after that, both times at local hotels that cater to business people (she's an accountant so...) and things went WAY further than they should have, at least without me getting my husband's permission first.

Her partner found out and walked out on her, and told my husband all about it. I'm guessing he saw the texts. My husband barely spoke to me for about a week while he processed it all. He's been far better about it than I had any right to hope for, and to all the world it seems like we're back on track now after a pretty icy couple of weeks in October but I still feel like I'm making up to him, hence the whole three outfit thing, and some other stuff we have in the works...

I maybe misled you all about how the weekend with Emily that I WAS allowed to have went... it was maybe 3, 4am when she packed me in the drawer under her bed and went to get Thomas; before that, since tying Samantha out of the way in the spare room, Emily and I made out, touched, rubbed, groped, licked and sucked pretty much the whole time in between. She was very rough and forceful with me and my body throughout and it felt so incredibly intense to be so objectified by another woman, especially knowing she was pregnant

Feeling so sluttish meeting her at those hotels, while she was so smartly dressed... What with my experiences already with Mistress and Miss Purrfect... 2020 was a very crazy year... It was all just a little bit too irresistible, and after my experience getting drugged in Whitby, it felt somehow like a safe way of taking my sex/sexuality back for myself, if that makes any sense?

Fortunately Thomas decided to give Emily another chance - after my husband spoke to him - and we had a Skype chat with all four of us to try and clear the air.

They had the baby in early December and apart from congratulating them, I've not heard from either of them before yesterday morning when Emily messaged me to tell me she missed me and some ideas she had that are a DEFINITE no go.

I was a little nervous about telling my husband, but if I learned anything it's that I can and need to just be honest with him about everything, so I showed him the texts and I responded telling her that if she's wanting another person in her relationship dynamic she needs to discuss that with Thomas, but it couldn't be me. I haven't heard back from her yet, nor do I expect to, which is really kind of sad but maybe for the best?

 

[MissKubo]

We went to Whitby for my husband's birthday weekend. I wanted to do something for him that would be a good follow up to having myself kidnapped for him, and Miss Purrfect somehow knew just how to convince me that I should make myself his pet for the weekend (don't blame Miss Purrfect - I didn't take THAT much convincing... ) so as well as planning to buy and have a pendant engraved with "Property of <My husband's name>" and then let him attach it to my red collar when we picked it up in the shop, I would only have a sheer bodysuit and a pair of boots to wear under a coat for the weekend as well. I also researched into getting a hotel room with a large enough dog cage for him to keep me in too.

It was an incredibly erotic Friday and Saturday in Whitby, especially being taken out on all fours with a leash attached to my collar for "walkies" on Friday night... Oh my God I was so horny and needed to earn an extra orgasm than the one per day suggested for me by Miss Purrfect, who also wanted me to start every sentence or message with "woof" . My Dommes wanted a pic of the pendant hanging from my collar as payment for it, so that's when I went to the hotel bar for some liquid courage when things went wrong

After that, we went slightly vanilla (and I went somewhat rogue) for a while, as I've already confessed.

Mistress did give me freedom to enjoy time with my husband and for us to cum together with no orgasm denial.

Hence why the price for trying to earn my clothes back from the suitcase in the loft has been so steep (24 out of 40 ruined orgasms still to endure and still working towards my weight loss target, plus some "other" tasks; I still have pubic hair for the first time since my early twenties, trimmed as best as I can into a heart shape and dyed sort of pink. Also I have one hairy leg that I'm not allowed to shave or wax, and one armpit which is very obvious and very humiliating!!).

Mistress won the advent calendar game even without taking into account my remaining ruined orgasms... There will be some forfeit for that, I'm sure...

For now, my next mission for my husband is to try and find a swimsuit in a charity shop. I wanted a new one from the supermarket, especially considering what I'm going to have to do in it, but Mistress' partner thinks it would be funny putting me in a potentially second-hand one (I'm not sure if they're actually allowed to sell used swimsuits?), and you may or may not have some idea from elsewhere on KT what he's planning for me... And that is pretty much you up to date with what I've been doing, apart from a few dates from The King who has been very supportive throughout, as ever. Thanks King

 

[MissKubo]

I got my swimsuit...

Good news, I was allowed to buy one brand new.

Bad news, I'm wearing it tomorrow morning...

The alarm is set early, 3.45am, hopefully early enough for us to get outside and "play" without our daughter waking up midway through, and early enough to avoid the neighbors too.

We've decided on early morning instead of late night because either way I will be needing a LONG, HOT shower afterwards.

It's been raining here all day today, but the snow that's been forecast has just started to fall.

Depending on whether it settles, I'll either be shovelling the drive in the swimsuit and some heels, or else it will be time to start filling the suit with the leftover food from the past few days, and with some other items that we've bought

Either way, it's an early night for me, although there is still some other business to attend to...

To try and earn some orgasms for my birthday next Sunday, I need to get all of the ruins done that Mistress has set me. Currently I have twelve left... In order to decide when I get to give myself one I've been flipping a coin every day. Tails, great (ish ), it's a ruin; heads and I have to roll a die for edges.

Yesterday I rolled a 6... My husband's worked me through most of them but there's two left... And today it's a ruin, after this I have twelve left to get through...

Oh my God, wish me luck... Mopping up whatever ruins are left next Saturday is going to be hell!

 

[MissKubo]

It is SO cold out there this morning I've been in the shower for about twenty minutes trying to get clean AND warm.

There's just a dusting of snow so I got to shovel the drive AND have the swimsuit filled, aren't I a lucky girl

Actually, I guess, it could have been worse; his snow fantasy originally had me out there shovelling in just high heels and a miniskirt... The swimsuit, although quite embarrassing, worrying about any of our neighbors waking up and seeing me working in it, at least "covered" me up... The cold air was vicious on my bare skin and made me shiver so much, but my husband told me to get working to warm myself up!!

It was quite scary in heels, I didn't want to slip and go over, and I was trying not to click on the driveway as I shovelled it. It was a real balancing act trying to be quick, quiet and stay upright!

Fortunately it was just a dusting, no more than an inch, and even though I was tempted to change strategies to try and rush it, I keep going in straight lines width-ways across the drive unit I'd cleared all the way to the road. Maybe ten minutes and then that part was done

My husband had been wanting me to get into the bin for the next part, but since it is so bitterly cold, we went into the conservatory instead and put on the electric radiator in there. Rolled back the carpet and laid out the old bedsheet he uses for gardening.

The bin got emptied on Wednesday (OMG, I haven't even told you how I had to wait until after midnight to go bring it back down the drive under the car port thanks to Mistress' partner who only let me wear my denim jacket to get it Barefoot on the snow that we had on that day, ouch, ouch, OUCH ) but that's okay, a six year old leaves plenty of leftovers...

My husband started with the spaghetti bolognese from Wednesday night which was cold, slimy and sticky and took some wiggling and jiggling to convince it downwards into the swimsuit...

Next up, mashed potatoes, peas and carrots from Thursday. The veggies didn't feel too bad... A little hard and lumpy in places... The mashed potatoes were squidgy and needed a little kneading... Even with the radiator on, it all felt so cold inside the suit, sticking between my breasts and all down my belly

Worse was the sour cream, salsa, guacamole and a half eaten fajita from Friday which was slimy and pretty pungent smelling and then the lasagna from last night. The suit was pretty full now, all the movements and jiggles of my body made me feel all of the mess inside there against my skin... But we weren't done yet, we had some dessert...

The spray cream wouldn't have been so bad on its own, I guess... Oh god it was cold though... The jelly was very weird... But worst of everything and what finally made the swimsuit leak was the custard... Oh my god, ewww... He poured some of it down the front of the suit, and lots of it down the back... Lots of the food needed massaging and kneading downwards but not the custard (*shudder*). It quickly overwhelmed the suit and came leaking out from between my legs, splattering on the sheet... Squelching between my legs in my intimates and between my butt cheeks... I tried not to move too much and hold as much of it in the suit as possible as I knelt down before my husband for the hard face fucking I'd been told to beg him for, and he was so rigidly erect that he didn't hold back at all... He wanted it hard and deep this morning, to complete my degradation, completely filling my mouth and working his way deeper and deeper down to my throat... When he finally came, he came hard and fast, flooding my throat, almost making me choke on his load, stopping to help me catch my breath before softly commanding me to not spill any of it... And then having me lick him clean, which of course meant a second load... Finally I could strip off the swimsuit. He cleaned them off into a trash bag while I wiped my body off with some paper towels before going for my shower. When everybody's awake later, they're waiting in the washing machine.

My husband's made me a nice hot water bottle so I'm back in bed now hugging it but I think I might have caught a chill .. But at least he's going to let me stay here a while and take point looking after our kid this morning.

 

[MissKubo]

*FRIDAY*

My husband messaged me instructing me to be naked when he got home even though I still had an hour and a half to work. He arrived 40 minutes later and concentration got very difficult...

My outfit for the journey was an extremely short french maid costume with white stockings and the black patent high heels that I wear with my waist corset and black stockings for get-togethers with our circle.

Stopping off to use the bathroom and get dinner was embarrassing even though I was allowed a coat, it covered the outfit but not my stocking tops...

When we arrived at the hotel and met Jack and Sam, our friends from down in the South of England who we stayed with and lost a bet to over the football that resulted in me having to be their slave for the evening. Sam was wearing a similar maid outfit. The guys checked us into our room, we were sharing but there were two double beds, a large ensuite with free standing bath and separate shower cubicle - the shower sprayed from above and from the wall and had a separate shower head on a flex and the bath had a shower head for washing hair too

But first, Sam and I had to carry the bags in - no coats for us this time... Through the lobby and waiting for the elevator, then across the third floor corridors to our room... The guys told the hotel that we were working as promo girls at a private event!!

Once we were in our room we wanted to disinfect all the surfaces just to be on the safe side... It was quite difficult trying to work together while we shared Sam's double ended dildo though...

That done, Jack tied Sam to one of the chairs and I was set to work eating her pussy while Jack tortured her tits with our violet wand and told her she had to wait ten minutes before she could cum or she'd be punished...

She made it despite my best efforts so then my husband helped me up and tied me bending over the other chair so that they could spank me while torturing my pussy with the violet wand... Then they untied Samantha to return the favor licking my pussy. Same time limit, ten minutes... I just about managed it but only by a couple of seconds...

Our husbands wanted showers, and wanted their maids to wash them... Jack went first and Sam and I got soaked in our costumes as we soaped him thoroughly, helping him get a rigid hard-on. I helped Sam kneel down and guided her head as she sucked him off until he filled her mouth and ordered her to hold it there as I helped her stand up. Then he told me to kneel down and clean him, so I sucked him off until I got his second load, which I too had to hold in my mouth. We cleaned him again together, using hands and soap this time, both of us kept quiet trying to hold our mouthfuls of cum until he instructed Sam to release hers over my breasts... I had to swallow... And then it was my husband's turn...

We soaped him up and helped him get hard, but then he had Sam wash my tits for me while HE went down... And then he had Sam caress his backside and his balls while he fucked me against the wall of the shower cubicle... Mmm, OMG, it was FANTASTIC!! I was building up to an incredible orgasm which I think he could feel and pushed him too far too fast... It was lovely feeling his orgasm burst inside me but so disappointing too... He turned me round and instructed Sam to clean my pussy while he had me wash his cock clean... Poor Sam got his second load in her hair while she was licking away at me... And that was what I needed to push me all the way too...

Finally we were allowed to strip off our outfits and wash each other as the men watched from outside... We fingered each other to a further orgasm each and were told to make the most of it as those would be our last until tomorrow...

We were expecting a little bit of time to relax, pad around in the hotel towline robes, paint our nails, maybe put on a face mask, chill out in the twin double beds before our gruelling day on Saturday... No. We'd spend the night hogtied naked on the carpet!!

*SATURDAY*

I got spanked awake before getting hauled up onto the bed before I'd even registered where I was and got left there while my husband went to the bathroom to do whatever guys do in bathrooms in the morning. Then it was Jack's turn. He left poor Sam struggling on the floor while my husband got himself dressed. Eventually they were done and ready to untie us... Then spent half an hour complaining about why women take so long to get ready as we hurriedly painted our nails and put our makeup on, waiting to find out whatever they'd packed for us to wear today; tight one-piece jumpsuits... Like yoga pants but all over body. No underwear, of course... Sam got a black one and I got a red one, and worn with the boots we would be wearing for the main event of the day... breakfast was pretty humiliating for both of us - those suits covered up everything, and sure they were pretty opaque but, still, they showed everything off... At least the guys waited until we were heading out afterwards before collaring us, that would have been a bit too much to try and get away with even with the "promo girls" excuse...

Our destination for the day was a farmhouse way out in the middle of nowhere. Our hosts, a middle to older age couple, greeted us and invited us to use their bathroom before we began - if we needed to relieve ourselves after this, we'd be having to do it "on the job" which neither of us fancied . Once we were finished there, they took us out to their stables to get Sam and I "equipped"... Leather harness with various O-rings hanging from it. Head harness incorporating a bit gag. Cuffs that turned our hands into leather paws, fastened together by a chain behind our necks, forcing us to hold our hands up by our breasts . We were already both wearing high heel ankle boots with our tight jumpsuits... and then it was out into their training yard to get us "oriented" and our husbands trained in the proper use of the tackle...

The training yard had a huge pole that spun from its base in centre of a circle with a track around the outside of gravel. My reins were fastened to one end of the pole and Sam's to the other, and we were taught all about how to trot and canter because we were being ponygirls for the day!!

After maybe a half hour of us walking around in circles, getting our knees up to the right height, getting suitably "motivated" with the riding whips by our female host while our husbands were taught how to use them, everyone was happy to agree that we were ready. Our reins were released from the pole and we were led to where a carriage awaited us, adorned with ribbons and flowers and a Just Married banner on the back. Once my husband and Jack had us fixed in place at the front of it (I'd been expecting it to have a pussy hitch but it actually fastened to the waists of our leather harnesses... Mostly relieved, only *slightly* disappointed...), our skintight jumpsuits were removed - with scissors!! Leaving us both naked except for the leather pony gear and our boots...

I didn't mention the weather on Saturday, did I? It wasn't the warmest of days and rained on and off, pretty hard at times! Anyway, we'd managed to avoid the worst of it and it had only rained lightly while we'd been getting broken in so we just had to hope it would continue to hold off.

 

[MissKubo]

The boys had one more prep for us - our pony tails! No prizes for guessing how they were secured to us And then we were all set and we were made to drive the carriage back towards the stables to pick up our passengers - Thomas and Emily, who got married on Friday and were spending their honeymoon weekend performing Emily's collaring ceremony. Another couple from our circle were joining us for the ceremony, "Gemma" and her husband/submissive who she calls 4.

Thomas, obviously, was suited up, same as our husbands. Emily wore a white headress, white waist corset, stockings and high heels and had thick silver metal cuffs joining her wrists and her ankles together with short chains. Gemma had a very elegant white A-line dress with a slight slit on one leg and some floral detailing, 4 wore... slightly less... A black tight hood with holes for his eyes, nose and mouth, a black ballgag, white shirt collar and bow-tie, matching cuffs on his wrists but no actual shirt... A pair of black tight leather shorts and smart shoes... Gemma seemed pretty happy...

We felt and heard Emily hobble on to the carriage behind us and then Thomas took his seat beside her, took hold of our reins and spurred us into motion, following a neat trail through the farms grounds and woods. Our husbands walked beside us using the riding crops to remind us to get our legs up high and keep us moving around a sort of track leading us towards a barn where some further animal play awaited us!

Sam and I had to wait outside while Emily was assisted getting off the cart and led into the barn . When the party returned for us, we were released from the cart and led inside and then we were made to bend over at the waist so that our reins could be tied to a hitching post!! My husband told us we could kneel down when we couldn't hold the position anymore, but to try and wait until Emily had been "trained".

Emily was now bit gagged, harnessed and fastened by her own reins to a pole in the centre of the barn. Gemma stood with our husbands at the far side, 4 knelt by her side with his arms folded behind his back.

Our hosts were in there too and Emily and Thomas got a private one on one lesson from them as she was taught to trot, and canter, similarly to the training Sam and I had gotten outside. Then, Thomas was given a bag from which he produced four clamps with bells on, attached one to each of Emily's nipples and one to each of her labia and then had her canter and gallop around the barn under his whip, putting into practice everything she'd just learned!! I noticed Sam kneeling down now and joined her on my knees to watch, which wasn't easy in the boots I was wearing with my hands unavailable to me

Thomas gave Emily a pretty thorough workout in the barn - we were exhausted just watching her! Eventually he guided her to slow down and stop, and removed the bells, making her moan and yelp with each ! Our husbands came for us now, released us from the hitching post and helped us to our feet, led us over to join Emily, and then we were all led to a corner of the barn that had tiles on the floor and walls... And a showerhead on a flexipipe attached to a tap in the wall...

The "pony wash". And, fuck, it was COLD!!!

Emily, Sam and I all fought to hide behind each other from the spray but all of us got thoroughly soaked... Somebody was squirting us with soap (it might have been washing up liquid)... Eventually I guess we *kind of* got used to it, but it was never comfortable at any point... After a while Gemma instructed 4 to remove his shorts and come and shield us and a little while after that, the water stopped and we all huddled together like drowned rats...

We got "dried" with paper towels (well, 4 didn't) and then all of us were led back to the middle of the barn where now there was a metal framework set up and some machinery on a handling cart - a milking station!!!

Sam and I were tasked with helping position Emily in the frame on her hands and knees and fix her metal cuffs to it with padlocks, and then the milking machine was switched on and the suction cups put to her hanging breasts to suck from Emily's nipples

Once she was secured, Sam got to kneel by Jack, but I had a job to do - hold a massage wand against Emily's sex as she waited on hands and knees for the collaring to begin, and not let her cum until Thomas gave us the instruction . It was made clear that until Emily was permitted to cum, Sam and I were forbidden to... and Tom was in no rush to relieve his new wife's frustration!!!

Gemma acted as officiator with 4 kneeling, still soaking wet at her feet, and invited Thomas to recite some vows they'd written to each other for this ceremony. I was terrified of accidentally pushing Emily too far with the massage wand, so I can't precisely recall what he said to each other... Emily struggled through her own vows as the machine worked her nipples and I worked her pussy with the massage wand... At least I had some audible clues to know when to let her rest and when to press the wand back to her... Then the male host handed the collar to Thomas and he fastened it around his new wife's neck and locked it. Everyone who could applaud did so....

Our hosts poured champagne for the Dominants in our circle... There would eventually be a drink for the submissives, although it would turn out to be more... Natural...

 

[MissKubo]

Still damp from the pony wash (my feet were squelching in my boots), Sam and I were taken back out to the cart and had the paw cuffs put back on and secured in place so we couldn't try to cover ourselves up. We got to wear the bell clamps on our nipples this time... Once we were fixed into place, the bride and groom came out to take their seats again. Emily was unbound this time, getting used to the feel of her own collar which is a thick leather one with a chevron bottom and a very large metal O-ring at the front, straps and O-rings for padlocks to fasten it at the back. This time Emily got to drive us and we followed our hosts up the track back towards the stables as Emily enjoyed flicking at our behinds with the whip.

It was very sexy, but also quite hard work, and we still had to be picking our knees up as we cantered along the track so I know I was tired and achy when we reached the stables, and I'm sure Sam was too; the temperature had dropped and it was slightly drizzling, or "spitting" with the early threat of rain, and now we had the bells weighing on our nipples as our breasts bounced along the track, jingling humiliatingly all the way...

We made it to the stables before it started raining proper so we only had to endure it for the few minutes it took to get Thomas and Emily inside and to unhitch us from the cart before we were taken into the stables for our drink... 4 was already kneeling in one of the stalls, still without his leather shorts. Sam was guided into the next and knelt down in the hay, and I was then led into the next one.

I thought I'd done quite well with nursing... I got a pump from Mothercare and managed to feed my daughter every time, plus a couple of beakers for the "night shift" so Mat could take over... Emily however lactates constantly. She can't stop. The milking machine had drawn plenty with ease, so that was what we got to drink after our exertion!!

My head harness was removed and the beaker put to my lips but they took the bell clamps off me while I was trying to drink , so a lot of it ended up spilling over me but then I was left alone while they went to the next stall to feed Sam. I heard her crying out as the bells were unclamped from her nipples and I guess she was in as much of a mess as I was. 4, after being ungagged, had no such issues, and then we were left there alone. With the rain setting in outside, it got quite dark and quite cold and all we could really hear was the rain hitting the stable roof.

According to my husband, we didn't miss much. Thomas, Jack, Gemma and my husband had brandy in a study while Emily was being fixed to the dining room table and dinner was prepared. He said it was a half hour before they came to release us from the harnesses and our wet boots, and finally take the ponytail plugs out (wince!!) and then we were taken to another room to dress - the boys had bought the outfits that the female (and a couple of the male) submissives in our group wear, the black waist corsets, black stockings and patent black high heel pumps. We had time to fix our makeup , get dressed, I was able to message Mistress a little bit, but eventually we were called through for dinner.

Our Dominants were already seated, with Thomas as the head of the table and Emily bound to it on the opposite end. We took our places kneeling beside our Dominants, gratefully accepting forkfuls of food into our mouths when they were offered.

Dinner was really great, but this setup was all about the dessert : once the dinner plates were cleared up, our hosts bought out a chocolate fountain, bowls full of strawberries and bananas, miniature brownies, cream, an assortment of treats... And Emily was to be our plate...

All of our tongues licked at her cheeks, her chest, her breasts, her belly, her sides, making her wiggle and moan into her gag , her thighs, and deeper in...

When the food was gone, Thomas took his place between his wife's bound, spread legs. Sam and I were instructed to lick her breasts while he took her... She liked that and so did her nipples... Milk came freely, some of it I swallowed and some of it I let pour out of my mouth over her... And, finally, Thomas gave her permission to cum as he fucked her and she had a pure, unadulterated, animalistic orgasm that I felt sure resonated as strongly within Sam and I as it did inside her...

I felt my husband coming behind me to take me, but kept working my tongue around Emily's breasts and nipples, even as my first orgasm made me want to bite into her - I didn't, because I know they'd be so sore from feeding and their torment in the milking machine earlier - speaking of which... It was in the corner of the dining room and after a second orgasm, my husband had me get down by it on hands and knees for me to take a turn on it while he fucked me from behind.

Oh.
My.
God!!!!!!


Everyone had lots of sex and lots of orgasms... It was so wonderful to be so unbridled, if you'll forgive the expression

Eventually, with all of us exhausted, it was time to return to Jack's Land Rover for the drive back to our hotel, although with our jumpsuits reduced to rags and nothing to cover our waist corsets, we wondered how on Earth the boys were going to get us back to our room

The answer was they weren't, not right away... We had no means of covering up, instead the boys had packed us each one of our bikinis . Sam's was black and frilled, mine is a tie up yellow one... So walking through the hotel reception like that, even at after 10pm, I was pretty self-conscious...

Sam being a qualified life guard meant that the boys had managed to swing us a private session in the hotel spa - the pool was off-limits but we were allowed private use of the jacuzzi, with a caveat that we were expected to behave ourselves in there... Which we sort of did...

The boys' hands *may* have found their way into our bikinis under the water to make the lovely relaxing water even lovelier and more relaxing... I'm not sure about Sam but I got two lovely, loving, gentle orgasms from my husband's hand and fingers...

We borrowed a couple of towels from the hotel each - one to dry ourselves with and one for the walk back to our room.

As it turned out, Jack had one more surprise for Sam and after getting out of the elevator on our floor, I helped her strap on the new pair of bondage ballet pumps he'd bought for her - ones that literally put her up on her tiptoes!!

I helped her stand and held her steady for her first few steps and then we watched her as she tried to walk gracefully and keep her towel in place all the way to the door of our room...

After that, the boys let us use the bathroom for as long as we needed and, finally, we got to sink into the comfortable hotel beds with our husbands and succumb to a mostly dreamless sleep

 

[shyoldguy]

Still damp from the pony wash (my feet were squelching in my boots), Sam and I were taken back out to the cart and had the paw cuffs put back on and secured in place so we couldn't try to cover ourselves up. We got to wear the bell clamps on our nipples this time... Once we were fixed into place, the bride and groom came out to take their seats again. Emily was unbound this time, getting used to the feel of her own collar which is a thick leather one with a chevron bottom and a very large metal O-ring at the front, straps and O-rings for padlocks to fasten it at the back. This time Emily got to drive us and we followed our hosts up the track back towards the stables as Emily enjoyed flicking at our behinds with the whip.

It was very sexy, but also quite hard work, and we still had to be picking our knees up as we cantered along the track so I know I was tired and achy when we reached the stables, and I'm sure Sam was too; the temperature had dropped and it was slightly drizzling, or "spitting" with the early threat of rain, and now we had the bells weighing on our nipples as our breasts bounced along the track, jingling humiliatingly all the way...

We made it to the stables before it started raining proper so we only had to endure it for the few minutes it took to get Thomas and Emily inside and to unhitch us from the cart before we were taken into the stables for our drink... 4 was already kneeling in one of the stalls, still without his leather shorts. Sam was guided into the next and knelt down in the hay, and I was then led into the next one.

I thought I'd done quite well with nursing... I got a pump from Mothercare and managed to feed my daughter every time, plus a couple of beakers for the "night shift" so Mat could take over... Emily however lactates constantly. She can't stop. The milking machine had drawn plenty with ease, so that was what we got to drink after our exertion!!

My head harness was removed and the beaker put to my lips but they took the bell clamps off me while I was trying to drink , so a lot of it ended up spilling over me but then I was left alone while they went to the next stall to feed Sam. I heard her crying out as the bells were unclamped from her nipples and I guess she was in as much of a mess as I was. 4, after being ungagged, had no such issues, and then we were left there alone. With the rain setting in outside, it got quite dark and quite cold and all we could really hear was the rain hitting the stable roof.

According to my husband, we didn't miss much. Thomas, Jack, Gemma and my husband had brandy in a study while Emily was being fixed to the dining room table and dinner was prepared. He said it was a half hour before they came to release us from the harnesses and our wet boots, and finally take the ponytail plugs out (wince!!) and then we were taken to another room to dress - the boys had bought the outfits that the female (and a couple of the male) submissives in our group wear, the black waist corsets, black stockings and patent black high heel pumps. We had time to fix our makeup , get dressed, I was able to message Mistress a little bit, but eventually we were called through for dinner.

Our Dominants were already seated, with Thomas as the head of the table and Emily bound to it on the opposite end. We took our places kneeling beside our Dominants, gratefully accepting forkfuls of food into our mouths when they were offered.

Dinner was really great, but this setup was all about the dessert : once the dinner plates were cleared up, our hosts bought out a chocolate fountain, bowls full of strawberries and bananas, miniature brownies, cream, an assortment of treats... And Emily was to be our plate...

All of our tongues licked at her cheeks, her chest, her breasts, her belly, her sides, making her wiggle and moan into her gag , her thighs, and deeper in...

When the food was gone, Thomas took his place between his wife's bound, spread legs. Sam and I were instructed to lick her breasts while he took her... She liked that and so did her nipples... Milk came freely, some of it I swallowed and some of it I let pour out of my mouth over her... And, finally, Thomas gave her permission to cum as he fucked her and she had a pure, unadulterated, animalistic orgasm that I felt sure resonated as strongly within Sam and I as it did inside her...

I felt my husband coming behind me to take me, but kept working my tongue around Emily's breasts and nipples, even as my first orgasm made me want to bite into her - I didn't, because I know they'd be so sore from feeding and their torment in the milking machine earlier - speaking of which... It was in the corner of the dining room and after a second orgasm, my husband had me get down by it on hands and knees for me to take a turn on it while he fucked me from behind.

Oh.
My.
God!!!!!!


Everyone had lots of sex and lots of orgasms... It was so wonderful to be so unbridled, if you'll forgive the expression

Eventually, with all of us exhausted, it was time to return to Jack's Land Rover for the drive back to our hotel, although with our jumpsuits reduced to rags and nothing to cover our waist corsets, we wondered how on Earth the boys were going to get us back to our room

The answer was they weren't, not right away... We had no means of covering up, instead the boys had packed us each one of our bikinis . Sam's was black and frilled, mine is a tie up yellow one... So walking through the hotel reception like that, even at after 10pm, I was pretty self-conscious...

Sam being a qualified life guard meant that the boys had managed to swing us a private session in the hotel spa - the pool was off-limits but we were allowed private use of the jacuzzi, with a caveat that we were expected to behave ourselves in there... Which we sort of did...

The boys' hands *may* have found their way into our bikinis under the water to make the lovely relaxing water even lovelier and more relaxing... I'm not sure about Sam but I got two lovely, loving, gentle orgasms from my husband's hand and fingers...

We borrowed a couple of towels from the hotel each - one to dry ourselves with and one for the walk back to our room.

As it turned out, Jack had one more surprise for Sam and after getting out of the elevator on our floor, I helped her strap on the new pair of bondage ballet pumps he'd bought for her - ones that literally put her up on her tiptoes!!

I helped her stand and held her steady for her first few steps and then we watched her as she tried to walk gracefully and keep her towel in place all the way to the door of our room...

After that, the boys let us use the bathroom for as long as we needed and, finally, we got to sink into the comfortable hotel beds with our husbands and succumb to a mostly dreamless sleep

Congratulations to Emily and Thomas on their marriage. Quite an exhausting weekend, i bet. Loved your summary - would love to see the wedding weekend photo/video-album. (4 stars)

 

[MissKubo]

Thomas and Emily would be joining us at our hotel for breakfast. My husband had packed my godawful trashy "vegan leather" miniskirt with the big silver zipper up the front with the huge hoop zip handle... And as it turned out, Sam had one too, and a T-shirt to wear with it, and her collar.

My husband had packed my collar and a T-shirt too; the one Miss Purrfect had made me cut holes out of for my boobs to stick through...

I was trying to work out how they seriously expected me to be able to go down to breakfast like that when there was a knock at our bedroom door and Emily playfully called "guest services."

Of course, I had to let her in... She was also wearing a vegan leather miniskirt with the zipper, and her new collar from the previous day... But she had on a pale blue blouse with it and was carrying two more identical blouses on coat hangers.

Before we could put them on and go down to breakfast though, Emily had something she wanted taking care of... Namely her pussy, which needed my tongue...

While I was doing that, Sam was caressing and teasing Emily's breasts and nipples through her blouse, making her lactate... By the time she let go of my head which she'd been pressing tightly into her cunt, her blouse had two very large wet areas over her curves which would have been extremely embarrassing for her going down to breakfast like that.

Lucky for her, she would be wearing one of the two she'd bought in on hangers - I would be wearing the wet one, over the T-shirt !!!

My husband, with Mistress' blessing, had another treat in store for the happy couple - control over my pussy for a whole month!!! (Actually, more than a month - it started on Monday 16th, after my husband's birthday, and then ends with all four of us getting together on the weekend of September 25 and 26 with a planned pause for when I'm on my period!!!)

Thanks to our husbands' imaginative excuse of us being promo girls (and probably because there may have been some complaints at the state of us yesterday in our one-pieces) the hotel this morning sat us privately in the restaurant area that was more intended for evening dining, away from the more conservative guests. Even so, having to wear Emily's milk-stained blouse was extremely nerve-wracking and uncomfortable... It's been so long since I finally stopped nursing (even though my husband kept me at it for longer than was necessary...) I'd almost forgotten the embarrassment, and now it wasn't even my own...

Sam insists she had it worse, having to teeter down in the ballet pumps... I think we'll have to agree to call it a tie

Even though we were seated out of sight of the other guests, we had to be pretty well behaved at breakfast... But since none of us women had underwear, we had to hitch up our skirts and sit bare-ass on the seats which wasn't easy given the stiffness of the tacky skirts. We certainly weren't able to forget our predicament as we ate, and all of us (maybe except Sam) were glad to finally be finished and be able to hurry back up to our room to pack. Even though we'd booked breakfast for 7, it was after 8.30 and we only had until 10 to be showered, packed and checked out.

And some other stuff too...

Emily had already cum this morning, but the guys hadn't... I really wanted to get on with packing and getting showered, but instead I got tied up by the O-ring of my collar to the coat rail by the door, had my wrists bound together behind my back, my skirt unzipped and removed and the wet blouse unbuttoned to expose the T-shirt and my boobs sticking out of it... But then Emily took Sam and Jack into the bathroom...

There was giggling, moaning and grunting... My husband teased my pussy while we listened... Sounded like Sam got in the bath still with her clothes on and when she was soaked through, Emily helped her give Jack a blowjob? I thought my husband might have wanted to go and watch the show but his hands were all over me, his hard-on pressed against my ass as he groped and teased me from behind until a soaking wet Sam emerged from the bathroom, still dressed in her trashy miniskirt and blouse, Jack wearing a towel behind her, and Emily invited my husband to go on in and get in the shower...

He started to untie me but Emily promised she'd bring me to him...

Emily had her hands on me now, pinching and twisting my nipple and pulling hard on my clit, biting my earlobe and telling me how much she was looking forward to owning me!!!

But for now my husband was waiting... She untied my neck so she could force me into the bathroom and then she untied my wrists so that she could strip off the blouse to throw out to Jack and Sam.

My husband was in the shower now... Emily had me join him in there and kneel before him and guided my head back and forth, roughly, up and down his shaft, forcing me to take him fast and deep in my mouth and throat... He was enjoying himself, but Emily didn't want it all over so soon. Gently, she guided him out and suggested he run a nice warm bath... Her clothes weren't as wet as Sam's had got, but they were definitely damp and now she stripped them off and had me eat her pussy once again under the warm spray of the shower until she came...

She told me to stay there and turned the water temperature down... Not all the way, but it turned cold and uncomfortable pretty quick... Meanwhile she made her way over to where my husband had been watching us from in the bath and then I had to watch her as she told him she'd read about how much he'd enjoyed my lactation and asked him if he wanted to milk her tits... She kept looking back at me as my husband groped and teased her boobs, gasping and giggling as he made milk drip and spray from her... She asked him if he wanted to drink from her but he declined... Then asked him how about he licked her milk from my body...

Well, he did like the idea of that... So the two of them climbed out of the bath and came back to me... Emily finally shut off the cold water and ordered me to stand then she stood facing me, smiling at me, her hands up behind her head as my husband massaged her boobs from behind, teasing and tweaking her nipples and squeezing until she once more began to spray, hitting my cold, wet body and the shower wall behind me... She asked him halfway through if he'd mind if she came again and he said of course not... So then I had to masturbate her as my husband continued to tease out her milk over my body until I was covered, smelling and sticky so I may as well have not even bothered going in the shower... Finally, she came again, turned and kissed my husband and told him to enjoy... Got back into the bath and called for Tom to join her... My husband told me to stand back against the wall and keep my arms raised as he began licking me... My neck, alternating with want kisses on my cold lips, over my shoulders and then around the upper and outer curves of my breasts, VERY gradually making his way to my nipples...
"Perhaps you two could take this into the bedroom so I can fuck my slave," Tom interrupted...

So my husband led me out of the bathroom and had me lie down on the bed, not bothered that we were soaking wet and stark naked even as Jack was now fully dressed and was helping Sam get into a black latex minidress!!!

I tried my best to ignore them, and the sounds of Tom and Emily's pleasure from the bathroom, of Sam's struggling to squeeze herself into the latex, and just concentrate on the feeling of my husband's tongue... But it was all a little overwhelming and I just couldn't quite get into it... "Tonight," my husband promised me with a whisper... He passed me a couple of moist wipes to get myself as clean as possible with and then set to work doing our packing. I tried to get up to try and help him but he ordered me to stay on the bed and, anyway, I had no idea now what I was supposed to wear...

Sam came and kissed me passionately and tell me how much she'd enjoyed us all being together again. She wished me luck with Emily and then, again with the ballet heels on, carried hers and Jack's suitcases from the room as they made their way down to their car to start their drive home... We'd get a message from them later that Sam would be going on their wooden pony when they got back into their house...

Meanwhile Emily and Thomas came out of the bathroom, finally... While the boys dressed, she told me to stand in front of the full-length mirror and once more hold my hands behind my head... She kissed, licked and tightly sucked my neck, so hard I was worried she was going to leave me with a hickey... Pinched and twisted my nipples... Spanked my ass hard and then roughly slid her fingers back and forth between my legs, instantly getting me hot and wet... Then she slapped her hand over me, making me cry out and whimper as the hot sting slowly subsided... She made me have to stay there like that until she and the boys were dressed, ready and everything was packed up...

Well... Almost everything... Just my trashy skirt, the T-shirt with the holes in, Emily's milk-stained blouse, the black patent high heels and my collar to put back on so that I could carry my husband's and my suitcases back to the car... Once I was in the car, Emily demanded that I take the blouse off unless we stopped off at a service station on the way home...

 

[MissKubo]

Okay guys, so there's a TON of stuff that I haven't had time to fill you in on and I'm so sorry about that, but this past weekend was the final weekend of Emily (and Thomas) owning my pussy which we agreed to give them as a wedding gift.

I hope it all makes sense... I've written it all up kind of quickly and my mind and body are still a wreck...

Friday:

Since dropping my daughter off at school, I'd been naked all day apart from my chastity belt; I've been having to wear it every day this week and to wear a crotchrope for the times I couldn't get away with it - mainly school pick ups and drop offs, but since I've been banned from wearing panties for the past few weeks as well, those crotchropes soon became more than I could bear and I was risking wearing the belt more and more...

Until lunchtime I got to wear it without the plug attachments which made working in it slightly easier, but at midday I had to melt the icecube that my key was frozen in against my breasts again (I've had to do it every time I've released myself for the whole week) and then I got the remainder of my lunch hour free to relieve myself and prepare for the afternoon when I would be double plugged and the thigh bands would be attached and locked together, then set my key to freeze into a new icecube.

Working Friday afternoon was SO much harder...

Emily and Thomas arrived at five to pick me up. I'm locked in full chastity belt with thigh bands and double plugged

Emily had 10 keys on a bracelet. One was my chastity belt key and if I wanted to get the plugs out so I could relieve myself, I'd have to guess the right one... But just in case I had a photographic memory for the precise shape of my key, Emily decided I'd also have to pick blindfolded.

I led Emily into my bedroom to pack for me; she'd instructed that I just leave my small suitcase empty and open on the bed, and she asked me to show her first where I kept my "toys" and then my lingerie, and finally my wardrobe where three outfits hang on the rail and everything else is in another suitcase because I still haven't earned agency of my entire wardrobe back from my Mistress yet.

Once she'd packed everything she thought I'd need, I got to pick a key before we headed down to her car, and of course, blindfolded and with ten to go at, I picked the wrong one.

I was worried they'd come to get me in Thomas's truck and bind me or crate me in the back, but they came in their Mercedes A-class sedan which is really beautiful. Tom drove and Emily sat with me in the backseat. It would have been really luxurious except getting in with both the plugs still inside me was REALLY difficult and uncomfortable, and she had me sat on a little mat for puppies to protect the seat against them peeing. She also had me wearing my red pet collars on my neck and breasts and made me a makeshift halterneck top with her scarf that was brightly coloured and very sheer and she groped my tits and teased around the edges of my chastity belt as we drove. We were on the motorway when Tom told us he wanted to hear his wife cum so I had to rub her pussy until she climaxed. I got a second chance at picking a chastity belt key for that but I got it wrong again.

Getting out of the car was just as difficult and humiliating as it had been trying to get in, but instead of taking me inside, they took me through the gate at the side of the house to where Thomas had built a dog house in their back garden and I'm chained to it to wait for dinner. I'm told that animals aren't allowed on the furniture and also that they'd wanted to get a dog cage but the dog house had cost more than they'd anticipated.

Tom's a baker and also a really great cook, so Emily stayed with me groping my hanging tits while I knelt on all fours until he was ready to serve dinner. He fixed a leash to my collar and I was made to crawl inside to the kitchen where I had to eat from a bowl on the floor. At least he's cut the steak and the vegetables into easy bite sized pieces for me, although eating mashed potatoes that way is HARD and MESSY but the Tiramisu was even worse and that's my favorite

After dinner I got another choice of key and I got it wrong yet again.

Emily went upstairs to change while I waited on all fours trying to ignore how much I really needed to pee and Tom cleared the table, leaving me feeling really guilty for not being able to help them clean up. But when she came back downstairs in her waist corset and stockings I got to make up for it, first having to lick her pussy while she sucked Tom's dick and then he bent Emily over the table and fucked her while I had to wait on all fours.

After Tom climaxed inside her, I had to lick him clean. I thought he was going to cum again in my mouth but he stopped before he got too far. Emily had me follow her upstairs with my suitcase and I got to pick another key which was still wrong but she unlocked me and let me use the bathroom anyway, just in time before it got TOO uncomfortable...

She cleaned my chastity belt for me while I sorted myself out and told me that if I pick the wrong key again they might make me have to spend the night in the doghouse!!

The belt went back on when it and I were all cleaned up, but before locking me in it, Emily rubbed my pussy a little bit and then slipped a remote controlled vibrator inside me. Then she told me it was time for walkies.
"I can't go out like this," I cried and she smiled that wicked smile of hers. From my suitcase she produced the bodysuit from my weekend in Whitby where I'd been my husband's pet for his birthday last year, before things went slightly South... Since then, I'd worn it for my husband and we'd made a hole under my bust so that he could slip his cock inside and fuck my tits and it hasn't been washed since, so there is still the remnants of his cum and the baby oil in it.

Miss Purrfect had me keeping hold of it for one last thing she had planned but when I got a new phone, I accidentally locked myself out of my messaging app and then realized I'd misspelled my email address for it so I'm unable to recover it, and I've lost contact with her.

Miss Purrfect, if you still follow me on here, maybe you could make contact via my Mistress if you still have that idea?

So anyway, I''m made to put on that and the coat that Emily packed for me. I'm still collared and leashed and again I have to sit on the puppy mat in the car while we drive to a nearby park for my walk. I've been lamenting how early it's started getting dark - I'm a Florida girl, I miss the sunshine - but I was glad for the cover it gave us now. I was still nervous that there would be some people or some teens about, but Emily reassured me that they've been coming here for their own fun for a while so we'd be safe and we managed a lap around the park with me on hands and knees without me having to hide from anybody, although I had to stop a few times because the tarmac was aging and rough on my palms and my knees After a few minutes, they decided to let me crawl over the grass so I was concentrating VERY hard on not putting my hands or knees in anything left behind by a REAL dog... But still, I was achy all over by the time I was finally allowed to stand up and walk back to the car.

One great thing about the pandemic, a bottle of hand sanitizer is never far away. Emily helped me cleanse my hands and knees before we set off back to their home.

 

[MissKubo]

Once we got inside, I got my final choice of key and as I was dreading, I got it wrong again!
Emily cooed in mock sympathy and then helped me out of the bodysuit and laid me on their table. She and Tom tied me to it and then Emily went upstairs and bought my violet wand down from my suitcase while Tom put their new nipple clamps on and tightened them so that my nipples were squashed flat in them.

They're square shaped with screws that tighten a little vice inside - it's more squashy than bitey but it's definitely plenty painful but in a very different way to what I'm used to... I'm going to have to get my own pair!!!

Emily takes care of my vibing - for the past two weeks I've had to vibe without cumming and increase the period by five minutes each day - and tells me that if she has to stop she'll give me ten seconds' rest. If she has to stop again it will be eight seconds, then six, then four and any subsequent pauses will only be two seconds. If I cum they'll ruin it for me and there'll be punishment...

The problem is, with all that time increase, plus having to double it from twenty to forty minutes last week because I was a slut for not earning my panties back - earning my panties back would entail filling them with bugs and wearing them though, so - and then getting a bonus ten minutes earlier this week for finally being able to book airline tickets to go visit my folks, I was up to an hour and thirty five minutes!!! With five minutes added for every time I had to stop!!!!!!

I tried to hold on for as long as I could, but those two second pauses were nowhere near enough for me to keep control and I had to get zapped on my clit with the violet wand which made me want to scream and be sick at the same time

I dreaded to think what the punishment would be but now Tom wanted to fuck Emily so I got untied from the table and taken outside by my leash and chained to the doghouse. And then Tom locked the door and turned the lights out

It was TERRIFYING out there, alone and locked up on all fours, even though I was still locked in my belt, I was otherwise naked, and it was getting real cold real fast...

I have no idea how long I'd been trying to hide and curl myself up to try and sleep in my doghouse but Thomas sneaking up on me made my soul leave my body!!!

He laughed and apologized for scaring me and when my heart rate went back down he took me back in, by my leash, still on all fours, and took me upstairs. Turns out he and Emily had been watching from the kitchen window in the dark, giggling. How hilarious.

In their bedroom, Emily fastened my leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles and then helped me lay on a large doggy bed they've put in the corner of their bedroom for me and then she hogtied me for the night. The bed was nice and soft but I was still naked and they didn't give me a blanket, so getting to sleep was very difficult, although I must have managed it at some point, because Tom woke me up with a start in the early hours of the morning and I was confused at trying to remember where I was and discovering that I was hogtied.

Saturday:

Thomas leaves early for work in the mornings, even on Saturdays, so I had to suck him until he was hard and ready to fuck Emily.

When he'd gone, Emily helped me up onto their bed and then had me eat his creampie from her pussy until she came.

Then she had me wiggle further up the bed and opened one of the cups of her nursing bra which was already wet and had me lick her nipples for some milk to "wash it down with". She made me lick both her nipples while she played with herself for I don't know how long... I was getting to the point where I was wondering how much more I could stomach when her body stiffened and she came again, and then she fastened her bra cups closed and spent the next however long groping my tits and my ass, occasionally spanking me but mainly caressing and squeezing my breasts and tormenting my nipples and giving me hot, lazy kisses, pushing her tongue into my mouth...

She generously unlocked and untied me so that I could use the bathroom and have a thorough shower before dressing in the outfit she'd chosen for me for the day - the damned pleather skirt with the big silver O-ring zipper, a semi-sheer black blouse, my black patent stiletto heels...

...and the black unpadded ASDA tack bra that Mistress had me make last year

At around 8.30am Sam and Jack arrived, and Emily drove us out for breakfast in the Mercedes.

Sam had a new Lovense vibrator that Jack was playing with and he gave Emily and I a five minute session each with her while we sat in the coffee having a good catch up and trying to act like normal people, which left her flushed and red trying to keep up with .

Emily told them about my bra and then of course both of them wanted to "touch" it, didn't they?

Sam was also looking incredibly sexy in a shiny black miniskirt poking out from under a tight fitting grey turtleneck sweater and patent leather ankle boots - even her black tights had a glossy sheen to them. Emily was wearing an oversized opaque black blouse to try and hide any further, um, leaking (which Sam was excited to explore a little more after Tom and Emily's wedding weekend!!) and black leggings with a pair of sexy black flats with pointed toes and a lace trim.

Once we'd done with breakfast, and Sam couldn't bear to sit squirming any longer, we went for a walk around town.

We wanted to buy some new lingerie so we checked out Ann Summers (that was a bust for me, Emily bought a pretty bodysuit and Sam got some shiny tight leggings) and then we went shopping for new dresses for tonight.

What a treat for Jack, as well as having Sam still under the influence of the Lovense!!!

Even though he couldn't see what was happening in the fitting room, I'm sure he could hear plenty...

Sam and Emily making me groan manipulating my tack bra as I tried to undress and try my choices on... Sam moaning from the Lovense the whole time with a trio of sexy selections to model for him... Emily's cries of frustration trying to control her nipples...

So all three of us managed to find something - yes, even me!

Then we headed back to the Mercedes so Emily could drive us home as Sam and Jack have a further surprise for us.

 

[MissKubo]

Tom got home at just after one. Unfortunately my husband, his brother and a couple of employees of their family business were busy on a last minute job for some Lord that their dad gave a lifetime guarantee on some furniture to and it was urgent that repairs be carried out this weekend, so he missed out...

But Emily had me stripped to my chastity belt and tack bra to help her prepare the lunch while Jack helped Sam prepare upstairs.

When she came down, she played waitress to us wearing a full latex catsuit, waist corset, hood and her ballet boots!!!

Oh my GOD was she GORGEOUS!!

After lunch, we all went back upstairs where we strapped cuffs to her wrists and elbows to fasten them behind her back, and Jack locked her ankles in a spreader bar while she still wore the ballet pumps and then the boys watched as Emily and I spent some time undoing the zippers over her boobs and groping and licking them and then Emily undid the zipper between her legs to open her crotch and teased her for a while before we moved to the back of the room to watch Jack and Tom groping her. Oh my God I could have watched her all afternoon but Emily ordered me to eat Sam's pussy.

And then, while I'm doing it, I'm ordered to give Sam my orgasm!!!

After she climaxed, the boys untied her to kneel her down so that Jack could fuck her while she sucked Tom's dick on all fours and Emily groped me, torturing me with the tack bra as we watched.

When the boys were finished, I was ordered to go make out with her and then eat her cunt clean as she stayed on all fours and Emily fed her from her lactating breasts... after Sam came, Emily told her to stay still and then made me eat her pussy.

Poor Sam was hot, sweaty and exhausted when she was finally able to peel out from her latex with Jack's help and it was time again for my vibing - an hour and forty minutes today

They tied me to the bed and everyone got to take a turn using either the massage wand or the violet wand on me and there was only two seconds' respite for every stop. Every time I had a ruined orgasm, I had five minutes added to my time... I was there over two hours, thrashing and crying and struggling helplessly... I was a sore, hot, sweaty, exhausted mess long before they'd finished, and I was sure I would suffocate with Emily and Sam taking turns to sit on my face...

I was naked and dozing on top of the guest room bed, trying to get over the pain in my darkened pincushion boobs when finally my husband joined us . I felt bad that he'd missed so much but he was pretty tired himself so we had some free time to chill out together before we had to get cleaned up, dressed and ready to go out.

He really liked my dress I actually felt quite nice in it, almost like I was going out wearing lingerie (finally I was free of the chastity belt, but I still didn't have any ACTUAL lingerie underneath)... it's a really soft, quite short black A-line dress with lace overlay and lace short sleeves. It has a V-neck which plunges quite deep with a section of lace at the bottom giving a peek at my cleavage. I felt sexy and elegant in it, which are two things I'm not really used to - normally it's a case of something not looking TOO bad... Don't worry, my husband makes me feel plenty sexy in whatever I wear

Of course, Sam put us ALL to shame in the baby pink skintight ruched number she'd found, especially when she paired it with a pair of patent black stiletto ankle boots that had straps around the ankles to padlock them on!!!

Emily looked really classy in a black sequin T-shirt dress with a V at the back tied with a black bow and a simple pair of strappy silver heels, and the boys were suited and booted and we went to a VERY posh restaurant. Aside from not being allowed to sit on my dress, it was a real taste of the high life... A little bit TOO rich for my husband and I... But the food was nice, even if we'd have liked more of it for what we were paying... At least I got to sit at the table tonight, not kneel under it!!!

 

[MissKubo]

Because my husband missed out on Sam in her latex, Emily asked her if she'd be able to put it on again. She compromised and told us she could maybe wear the hood and the new leggings she'd bought. Jack wanted to let my husband take a turn using the Lovense and Emily suggested since it had been a warm day that perhaps those and the vice nipple clamps were all the clothing she'd need!

Sam was a LITTLE unsure, but we went back to the same park where they'd walked me the previous night, so I told her about our experience and she agreed to give it a try, but she wore the ankle boots she'd worn to dinner instead of the ballet boots just in case...

The streets around the park were a little busier tonight, but we walked a lap of the park and didn't come across anybody... Jack held Sam's jacket for her and Emily fixed the clamps to her nipples and my husband learned how to manipulate the Lovense on Tom's phone while we followed them round, watching Emily pulling Sam by the nipple clamps and Sam trying to keep her arms obediently behind her back.

When we'd made it, my husband asked if we could have another go at walking me around... Only the collar and leash were back at Tom and Emily's house, and so was the bodysuit!

But I still felt bad that he'd missed out on so much and I wanted him to be able to enjoy himself... So I didn't make a full lap, but we did the most covered part of the route. I took off the dress and the heels for Emily to carry for me and let my husband put the vice clamps on me and then he pulled me by them as I crawled on my knees after him across the grass to a litter bin. Then he had me lean against it and spread my legs and rubbed me gently to a super sexy edge while he teased me with gentle and shaper tugs on the nipple chain

Once I'd edged, he led me back, still on my knees, back to where we'd started and then I was able to stand up, take off the clamps and put my dress back on... Fumbling in the dark, it took WAY longer than I wanted it to, but we got away with it and then we went back to the cars to go back home to Tom and Emily's.

It was my husband's turn to cum and the sight of Emily, squirming as the Lovense worked her intimates in her hood and latex pants and locked on boots was really turning him on so I was stripped naked and my cuffs were locked to my wrists that were then bound behind my back and I knelt in the living room by Emily who sat with me on the floor groping me while we watched...

He asked for the biggest dildo we had between us... That turned out to be Jack and Sam's, a thick black thing... Then he asked Sam to lower her latex pants just enough to expose her sex... Then he asked Tom if he could put their jewel-weighted clamps on Sam's nipples, then he had Tom and Jack hold her steady, bent at the waist with her legs parted, to begin teasing her with the dildo...

Emily was enjoying the show as much as I was, I could tell from the way she was squeezing my tits and tugging on my nipples...

The noises Sam was making were wonderful, exquisite, still having her clit and her G-spot vibed by the Lovense... My husband teased her with it, working it slowly, gently, over and just into her pussy as she moaned with pleasure the whole time... Until she was ready to start taking it in deeper...

...then he told her "now YOU fuck it" and held it still!!

Supported by Tom and Jack, we all watched as Sam began grinding herself over the dildo's edge, teasing herself, getting it and her wet with her arousal as well the lubricant and slowly, gently, gradually, she began pushing herself onto it... Taking it in a little deeper every couple of writhes... Moaning and crying out with pleasure and discomfort as the jewels swung from her nipples... My husband kept it completely still and we watched completely mesmerized as Sam struggled to fuck herself with it, balancing in the locked on boots and the tight leggings around her thighs!!!

Deeper and deeper she took it, crying out loud when her nipple clamps had to be taken off but she was still barely a quarter of the way down the dildo's length, but going deeper quicker as her arousal grew now... Before long she was slowly pushing herself all the way down to my husband's hand and then back up and she could only go for so long before she orgasmed in front of us all, Emily pinching and twisting my nipples in sheer delight as we watched it happen!!

After that, Tom asked if he had Sam's collar... Jack went upstairs to retrieve it while my husband asked Emily if he could take me from her and let me sit on his knee (or rather his hard on) as we watched Jack collaring Sam and then he and Tom took her outside and chained her up to the doghouse to "convince" Jack to allow her back into the house.

Tom was horny and wanted to fuck Emily, obviously, but unfortunately with Jack and Sam in the guestroom, my husband had to sleep on a camping bed...

Emily "helped" me to suck his cock before we left him for the night. Once again I slept on the doggy bed, completely naked and although I was cuffed again, at least I wasn't hogtied this time. I had no blanket though and it was COLD!! I listened in the dark as Tom fucked Emily hard and she moaned with ecstasy, occasionally with pain as he squeezed and milked her tits, and when they'd finished they moaned to each other contentedly as they fell asleep.

 

[MissKubo]

Sunday:

I got woken up by Emily and taken into the guest room to 69 with Sam who was tied naked and spreadeagled to the bed. First slut to cum eats Emily's cream pie for breakfast, we were told... So I asked if I was allowed to cum and was firmly told no!!!

I managed (just) to get Sam off before she could overpower me with her tongue... Left her tied to the bed so that Jack could fuck her while Emily took me downstairs to wake my husband up...

Once the guys were all "seen to", Emily untied Sam from the bed and released me from my cuffs and we went into her wet room to share a shower...

I had to kneel down and eat Emily's pussy while Sam delighted in milking her breasts, not bothered at all that they were constantly getting it in my hair, and then she had Sam and I wash each other and make out while she watched us, playing with herself to another climax.

She then left us to air dry, pressing ourselves against opposite tiled walls while she went and got herself dressed, before finally bringing us towels

I was kept naked and had my leather collar put back on my neck before being chained to the doghouse. At least it was nice and hot on the Sunday...

Sam helped Emily prepare breakfast, which everyone ate at the table in the garden, except for me who had to eat from a bowl on the floor...

My husband came and massaged my breasts and my pussy for me... It was a little bit sore, but I was still so horny and really desperate to cum... I'd given one orgasm away to Sam yesterday, but during my time under Emily's ownership I'd earned two and I was desperately hoping and praying that I wouldn't have to wait too much longer now????

I got a wonderfully tender, loving edge from my husband while Sam and Emily tidied up the breakfast plates, and then I was released from the doghouse and taken over to the gazebo where I had my wrists tied above my head to the beams of its roof, and my legs tied and spread to its sides...

I knew something was up... I'd completely forgotten about Emily's plans to whip my pussy for all the rules I'd broken about not using emojis, not being able to control myself yesterday while I'd been getting vibed, and all the other crazy deadlines I've missed for edging and whatever else over the past month and a half...

No way was it more than twenty at most, but with some creative accounting, Emily decided to just round it up to fifty lashes and everyone took turns giving me 10 apiece, first Jack, then Sam, then Thomas, then my husband and finally, mercilessly, Emily. She asked me halfway through if I'd made up my mind about getting my labia pierced... I have, but it wasn't the answer she wanted and so those last five lashes were VICIOUS...

My husband came and took care of me with some lotion to help me recover from the punishment I'd just endured... But they weren't finished with me yet...

Still tied under the gazebo, everybody took turns to kneel in front of me and use a miniature vibrating wand on me until I edged, in the same order as before... Oh my God, I was screaming, I couldn't help it...

Emily reminded me that I still had one orgasm before she took her turn... I thought she was going to give it to me there! I should have known better...

All of my muscles were bunching tight, I was yearning, crazy, delerious, I could barely stand straight... And she stopped, flicked my poor clit and told me that my husband could give it to me tonight, within ten minutes before midnight, before my pussy belonged to my Mistress again

They put the chastity belt back on me... no plugs, fortunately, no way would I have been able to stand them after the punishment they'd just doled out... then untied me, took me back inside and then tied me to the dining table. My body was covered with sliced strawberries, bananas, blueberries, orange segments and then warm chocolate sauce and I was used for fondue... cream was sprayed over my belly midway through, and then Emily put ice cream on my breasts!!

When all the fruit was gone, they licked the rest of the sauce and ice cream from body until they thought they couldn't get me any cleaner... And then everyone left me there while they went to pack and Tom and Emily fucked once more in the kitchen in the corner of my vision

I was hoping to be able to wash up before we left, but no... I had the bodysuit given to me to put back on, Emily handed over my chastity key to my husband and he had me put our stuff in the trunk of our car before we set off for home!!

I got to shower and change, and take off the damn chastity belt, once we got home and spent an hour to myself resting and getting myself mentally ready to pick up our daughter. My husband still had some work to go and finish with his brother so that was it for me for the rest of the day.

My husband ran me a lovely bath after he got home, even though he's actually been working hard this weekend and probably needed one himself, and he let me go to bed early with an alarm set for 11.30pm...

Gently and tenderly, he kissed me and caressed me to a state where,while not really awake, I was aroused and feeling his warm, caring love... I really wish we could have made love but with the torture my poor pussy had endured, it was all I could bear to have his tongue working gently over me and almost immediately at ten minutes to midnight he made me cum and then we held each other for a while as emotions flooded from me before finally I slipped back into sleep.

 

[MissKubo]

We had some Halloween fun!

Mistress and I had kind of been discussing this for a while, right back when we were making bets relating to the Euro 2020 football matches in fact... She liked the idea of me getting to cum at the expense of my husband's pleasure, and furthermore liked the idea of me putting him in a chastity cage for a complete role-reversal!

A couple months or so later, I accidentally found his porn stash on our laptop and reported to Mistress some of the things I found there. She liked the idea of making me recreate one of his hottest images as a payment for him letting me lock him up, and so we decided on this one...



A few eBay purchases later and I had the outfit and a cheap cage...

The Saturday before Halloween, we got word that our friends Sam and Jack had some new toys and wanted to put on a little Halloween performance for our circle... We were all set for a very entertaining evening!

Mistress has had me write "Mistress' good girl" on my pubic mound, and regularly refresh it so it didn't fade for the past few weeks and my husband decided for Halloween Sunday that I should prove it!

So my day started with my usual Sunday "big" bike ride, but with a twist; as well as riding with my dildo inside me, I would also be wearing my bullet vibes hidden under my winter cycling clothes, one inside me along with the dildo and one on my clit; to prove I was really a good girl, I would have to complete my route without cumming, edging or stopping!!

It would have been impossible - in fact, it almost was! - except on Sunday the UK was lashed with wind and really hard rain! I arrived home completely soaked, inside and outside... but I'd managed to hold on and to keep moving!

I was SO horny now... So I revealed to my husband that now it was his turn and showed him what he'd have to wear

It was a cheap cage, so I didn't really expect him to go along with it the whole day, but credit to him, he did it for me! He wasn't comfortable, was constantly 'adjusting' himself around town!!

The rain didn't let up even for taking our daughter trick-or-treating and I'd completely forgot; we'd been teasing him to dress up as Tinkerbell!!

Well, that made him VERY self-conscious about the cage (and made me very wet knowing his secret humiliation hiding under the gold leggings we'd bought him to wear under his fairy dress!!)

I'd asked Mistress if either of us would be able to cum tonight; she'd said that only one orgasm would be available and we'd have to race for it!

At 10pm, Sam and Jack started their Zoom performance for our circle. She's really getting into her latex and was dressed and hooded but they had some new suction tubes so Jack unzipped the crotch and the breasts of her catsuit to apply them to her clit and her nipples and tormented her for a while flicking them, making her moan deliciously.

Her clit was all puffy and engorged when he took that one off and made her get on their wooden pony that my husband made for them.

I felt so sorry for her when he locked her ankles in the cuffs that make her have to bend her ankles up to her thighs, but she looked so hot!!

He took the tubes off her nipples and they were just as swollen as her clit. The heavy weighted clamps he made her wear must have been so intense and she was really struggling on the wooden pony as he applied them to her

And then, I think we might have inspired them, he used their new violet wand on her swollen clit as she struggled, making her shake the weights and involuntarily grind herself against the wooden pony

My husband was VERY uncomfortable in his cage watching them

And we were so jealous when Jack put the violet wand away and gave her thirteen orgasms before letting her get off

So then it was time for me to tell my husband what he got for wearing the cage all day, but the weather was still horrible

I showed him the picture I found in his porn stash... and the pumpkin head and cloak I'd bought. He was VERY excited!!

I was shivering while I let him tie me in a rope harness with my arms bound behind my back.

He gagged me and put on the cloak... It just about reached all the way around me with a couple of inches to spare, but it tied at the neck, it was clear there was no way it was going to stay around me, so my husband put in some safety pins to hold it closed... Down as far as my belly...

In the conservatory, he put on my nipple clamps and tied them to a crotchrope, and then put on the pumpkin head... Opened the conservatory door...

The rain lashed and the wind howled and already the cloak was billowing around me exposing me... I was terrified of having to go out into the garden like that, in this awful weather

"Half an hour, then," he asked me...

Then he reached around me and started buzzing around the crotchrope with a vibrator, keeping me stood in the open door with the light on over me and teasing me with the toy.

He told me if I came then I'd be spending the rest of the half hour in the garden as intended, but as long as I controlled myself I could stay here like this

Complained about how much trying to get hard in the cage was hurting him

Circling the vibe around me, making me shiver and writhe, making the crotchrope and clamps pull viciously at each other with all my movements It felt like forever!!!

And then my removed the bottom safety pin

But he kept vibing me and I had to fight to keep control even though I could feel the chill of the wind and the hard rain brushing against my legs and thighs...

A few minutes and he removed another safety pin

My belly felt the wind against it; one more pin and there would be no hiding my boobs ...

Despite the cold, the vibe and the crotchrope and the pain in my nipples were making me VERY warm!!!

"Five more minutes" he said...

And took off the last safety pin!!!

Out came my breasts - nothing I could do to cover myself up!!!

And my husband stopped the vibe!

Leaving me standing there exposed with my cape billowing around my naked body, only the pumpkin mask hiding me from anyone that might have looked out of their window into our garden at nearly 11.30pm, shivering and clamped and crotchroped and frustrated and almost totally naked!!

A heady mix of pain, amplified by the cold, and unsatisfied lust between my legs, and fear of whoever might be able to see me...

Finally the light clicked off!!

Mat gently unfastened my nipple clamps, making me cry out into the storm

He shut the door then and unmasked me, took out my gag.

He wanted to keep me tied up, but I told him that only one orgasm was available and so we'd have to race for it... He wasn't happy about that and wanted to keep me tied up and force me to have it, but I told him what my plan was and he agreed to it...

So he untied me and we went upstairs where I got our massage wand. Told him to lie on the bed

Sat on his face so he could warm me up with his tongue...

And put the massage wand to his bulging balls!!!

It was so, SO hot grinding against his face underneath me

And teasing his sexy bound manhood in the cage

I was SO aroused...

But that massage wand...

It surprised both of us when he spurted!!!

Took all of my mental strength to get off of him

So, so wet...

But his orgasm, out of the tiny hole... Like a really sexy volcano of cum!!!...

I made him keep it on and sleep in his mess

He says it was very intense and very disappointing all at the same time, and he says he had no control over it, didn't even realize it was going to happen until it happened

He was very apologetic...

But I told him I thought it was really hot!!!

I don't think he's up for making a habit of it, although I DID send him a link to a proper, more expensive brand, and told him we could get him a really nice purple one to match the color his balls were turning

And that it wouldn't get picked up by airport security

Of course, I'll have to have a suitable motivation to recompense him...

Although I kind of wanted to cum, I kind of wanted it to be my husband a little bit too... It's so frustrating but it's also kind of hot to sacrifice my own pleasure for his or Mistress'...

So now, I have to wait. And see when Mistress next decides she wants to give me a chance at earning an orgasm...

 

[MissKubo]

I hope you all had a lovely New Year's Eve.

My husband and I traditionally like to have some fun to see in the new year, but this year we were at home with our little one... So it would just be a little bit of low-key fun when we'd got them asleep.

My husband suggested that if we couldn't do anything crazy in real life, maybe we could log in to Second Life. I could see what trouble I could get my slimmer, sexier alter ego into while my husband pushed MY buttons...

By "trouble" I mean in the Dolcett sense... So if you don't like roleplay with a deadly focus, perhaps you won't want to read any further... Or ignore the italics?

I loaded in where I always leave my avatar, naked in the barn at the Stepford Dairy Farm. I struggle to get my head around all the Mesh stuff but I have a Maitreya body, mesh hair, an "applier" that gives my character a bra, thong and stockings and a suspender belt that I can remove from her via the HUD. And I have a dress, made especially to fit the Maitreya body that gives other users a menu when they click on it, five stages of pulling down the top and raising the hem so my character becomes more and more exposed until finally you can remove the dress altogether. I put that on and the stockings and suspenders along with a sexy lacy pair of stiletto heel Mary Janes and took my character off to the prison yard.

I was stood up, slightly bent over my computer desk as I controlled my character... my husband was behind me, lubricating my ass and the six beads that he slipped slowly, slowly, one at a time, excruciatingly into me...

As technology has improved over the years, the prison yard has had multiple variants of gallows and guillotines added, and now there are several sets of them all around the yard. I was exploring the functionality of one of the sets of gallows when a user called Spartan entered the yard and immediately initiated a roleplay...

"Hey! You need to be handcuffed if you're going up there! Safety rules" he said.
"Oh... I was just taking a peek, I didn't mean any harm," I pleaded, but too late - he was on the stairs up to the gantry, blocking my escape and with a speed that dazzled me, suddenly had my hands behind my back...
"It's dangerous to be up here without these on," he told me, cuffing my hands behind me.
"Hey, that's so tight," I complained, but he waved away my protests.
"Come on, let me help you take a closer look," he said, guiding me by my cuffed wrists onto one of the trapdoors. I struggled but I couldn't stop him from getting hold of the noose and pulling it down over my head, tightening the slipknot so I could feel it's dreadful power over me as it's roughness squeezed snugly around my neck.

My husband's hand found my crotch and he was rubbing firmly through my panties as he watched...

"If you were up here for real, what would your last request be," Spartan asked me, standing behind me so close I could feel his breath on my hair, could almost feel the warmth radiating from him against my back...
Last request?? "Um... I don't... I don't know," I stammered. "What do people usually ask for?"
"Ah," he dismissed. "Usually they get their last requests in their cells... Most want to feel loved or at least to get laid one last time... Or just to cum," he added, moving yet closer...
"Oh my god," I blurted... "How humiliating to cum out here... with a crowd... knowing what's about to happen..."
"Hey," he said. "It's gonna be your last ride, right? Makes it more intense. Adds to the thrill."
Before I could stop him, he was easing up the hem of my dress and his rough fingers were finding my soft intimacy... I struggled, but it just made me feel the rope around my neck more intensely, and, anyway, damn if this experience wasn't erotic... I was looking forward to him letting me down so I could witness some poor convict taking their turn up here, for real... Arousal and my shame at it made it easier for Spartan to find his way into my folds and he grinned lasciviously at my wetness!

My husband's hand moved from where he'd been teasing the growing wet area at the front of my panties and now he slipped them inside to rub me directly... Ohhh...

"Feels like you're ready to get your wish granted," Spartan remarked as he worked his fingers deeper and deeper inside me... I couldn't help myself writhing against him as he helped himself to me, feeling myself getting more and more lubricated for him... I couldn't look down, didn't dare move my head for the way the rope would dig viscously into the soft flesh of my neck, but I saw his free hand dropping, heard the zipper, and then I felt his released manhood pressing hard against my thighs... It was all I could do to wrap my legs around him as he thrust himself inside me, and I couldn't stifle the involuntary cry as he forced himself into me... And then he pulled the top of my tube dress all the way down, spilling my boobs out into the cool evening air of the prison yard!
My nipples were already hard from the mixture of fear and arousal... The exposure only made them harder... He continued to fuck me but with one hand he found two lengths of rope in his pocket and tied my tits up tight with them, one at a time, making them bulge out.

My husband slipped up my best top and began working at my nipples with his tongue... Mmmm...
"Do you want to clamp them," I asked, both men at the same time...

Spartan clamped them first and then moved around to fuck me from behind so that my tied up boobs would bounce uncontrollably and the weighted clamps would swing from my nipples with every thrust...

Watching my character like that made my nipples throb even before my husband returned to the office with my clover clamps, and a few other things besides... I knew I had to be quiet, didn't want to wake up our little one, but oh. My. God!!!

"Time for your anal," Spartan told me, pulling his huge, swollen, solid hard on out of my soaking, needy pussy before I could climax... I felt him pushing it against my back passage, thinking oh my god, that's never going to fit inside me... But gradually, sure enough, in he went, forcing me open around him... And he began to build up a torturous rhythm, defiling me in that manner, my tiny dress pulled away from my crotch and my breasts, useless, totally exposed to the mercifully empty prison yard... One more hard tug and the whole thing came away, leaving me almost totally naked out there!

My husband pushed the massage wand to the wet patch in my panties and turned it on... Oh my god, it was all I could do to not cum immediately, and I couldn't type to Spartan for a while... It was okay though, all he needed to hear were my grunts and moans, feel me squirming helplessly, struggling with my cuffs and the rope around my neck...

He pulled the lever and I dropped, and as I dangled there, thrashing and kicking, trying to find something in the empty air around me to rest my weight on so that I could breathe, I felt something hot splash over me... It took me a moment to realize it was his cum and I tried to protest, tried to plead with him that I couldn't breathe, ask him to pull me up now please... Too late I realized this had been his plan all along! This was no experience, aside from one for him, another dumb Stepford bimbo blinded by her own lust letting herself get used and disposed of...

I had my first edge around the time my avatar stopped moving at the end of her rope and I felt my husband's throbbing erection through his pants as he watched her dangling, turning slowly from side to side...

 

[MissKubo]

I told Spartan over private message that this was just the first of twelve edges that I had to endure tonight, and how I was not allowed to cum without Mistress' permission. He found that amusing, delighted in how tormented I was going to be tonight... He needed some reload time after our roleplay session, but was happy to invite me to another.

My husband used the break to lock my leather ankle cuffs onto me and bind them to my chair so that I wouldn't be able to close my legs... I still had my nipple clamps on and he tugged the chain hard while I redressed my character ready for her next disposal, this time in a small rotting prison with a guillotine inside it.

I REALLY should buy my character a few more strippable dresses...

"What are you doing in here," he demanded, making me jump out of my skin...
"I'm sorry, I was looking for a studio," I quickly explained. "I was booked for a photoshoot today..."
"Ah, yes, we DID need a model," he replied, and my unease abated, slightly.
"Um... What is this place," I asked. "It's like no studio I've ever seen?"
"Yes, we're... renting it," he explained. "It's been abandoned for a while... Adds a whole look of authenticity to the shoot. You'll be getting paid quite a lot extra," he added and of course I couldn't help but smile.
"All I need to hear," I said and he smiled too.
"Well, we should probably get started," he said.
"Where do you want me," I asked and he indicated towards the guillotine.
"Right here." The gnawing uneasiness I was feeling started growing again as I watched him flip the board into the vertical position and then he approached me with leather cuffs to attach to my wrists and ankles.

My husband finished binding my ankles to the seat and had me hold my wrists together in front of me so that he could put my leather cuffs on them and bind them together with a padlock so that controlling my character and typing out conversations would be so much trickier...

Mr Spartan had my cuffs fastened on and now he guided me towards the waiting board, chains fixed at each corner of it to padlock to my cuffs. He must have sensed my nervousness. "Don't worry. Like I said, you'll be well paid for this."
So I let him padlock the chains to me, fixing me tightly with my back to the board. "Now let's get this off," he said and tugged at the top of my dress, pulling it down clear of my breasts.
"Hey," I argued, struggling against the chains.
"This was the assignment," he countered. "You're shooting naked!"
"But," I stammered, reddening. "You should have told my agent," I pouted, giving in, no longer fighting as he pulled my dress all the way down. He turned away for a moment and walked out of the chamber... I thought he'd be going to get the camera and lighting equipment but then he walked back without anything that I could see.
"Um," I started to ask, but then he was forcing something into my mouth... A large pink ball gag!!
"Don't worry," he said as he fastened the straps tightly, preventing me from making any further argument. "This is all part of the shoot."
There were STILL no cameras that I could see and now Mr Spartan was unfastening his pants... I struggled, starting to feel very scared, and then I felt the platform tilting backwards, down into the horizontal position and my head lowered down between the two wooden beams holding the blade aloft, coming to rest my neck on the curved wooden semicircle, the position of the condemned, except I was facing up at the horror suspended above!

"I hope you're gagged too" Spartan private messaged me, just as my husband was working on it...

Mr Spartan climbed on top of me and with the chains holding my legs apart there was nothing I could do to stop him forcing his swollen, throbbing cock inside me. "I'll go gently," he taunted, slowly forcing himself in deeper and deeper, relishing his power over me... Once he had himself balls deep inside me, he began writhing against me, slowly at first but building speed with each thrust... I squirmed and struggled and mmff'd into my ballgag but there was nothing I could do!
"What's the matter," he mocked. "Are you scared looking up at that blade while I fuck you?"
Oh God, oh God, oh God... I tried to ask 'surely it's not real' but the sound came out as a series of frantic, muffled mmffs and he gave no answer, only told me how hot he was getting as his pleasure grew towards an orgasm I was growing increasingly certain would be very bad news for me...

My husband had the massage wand between my legs again... Fixed as I was, it was difficult for me to writhe against it, or to try and type out roleplay paragraphs or speech... I could barely keep track of what was happening now on-screen...

My character lay on her front, ankles fixed to the board, hands bound behind her back as Mr Spartan slid the top of the neck stock down into place, holding my head inescapably under the blade!
"And now, your payment," he said, spraying his hot cum all over my helpless naked body at the same time he let go of the rope!

I didn't edge before the blade fell, but as Mr Spartan moved my slightly smaller, still handcuffed body into the wicker basket next to the guillotine, my husband kept the wand against me and it came as Mr Spartan passed his compliments to my husband and I and wished us both a happy new year...

I needed a few moments' rest - that second chance edge was INTENSE! But after a few minutes I teleported my character back to her stable stall at Stepford. I kept her just wearing the stockings and suspenders despite the snowfall in the town centre but as she walked around exploring, she found nobody out about to torture and, um, finish her again... Nobody by the archery board... Nobody playing darts in the cabaret... Not even in The Squealing Pig tavern... Nope, everybody was in the Stepford Diner dancing at the NYE Topless Party. I joined in for a little and let my husband scroll the camera around taking in the other female avatars, but nobody was doing anything else other than dancing and chatting. We took a walk back to the prison and explored the dungeons underneath, but it became clear that we'd have to find stimulation elsewhere for the rest of the edges I had to have before my husband would release me from the chair.

 

[MissKubo]

So he went on xhamster and we watched a few videos... One of a girl enduring fifty edges... Who'd have thought a closeup on a girl's panties could be so hot? One of an older woman (quite possibly a GILF but the quality isn't really high enough to tell) stripping and putting all her clothes into a clothing donation box in a parking lot - The King and I had been discussing it earlier since he wants me to do it again - and a longer video with a woman being held captive in a hotel room by JJ Plush (who I think is SO sexy) and ends up being dragged through hotel corridors and into the parking lot armbindered and corseted with her bare boobs clothespinned!!

Very sexy video, even sexier my husband moving my clamps from my nipples to my labia and tugging on them while vibing me and telling me how much he wants to do it to me with our friends staying in the same hotel...

They got me halfway through my edges but by now I was starting to get REALLY uncomfortable, and it was almost midnight, so my husband released my poor labia from the clamps to put them back onto my nipples and released my ankles from the chair so I could stand up. He led me by the nipple chain downstairs and out into our conservatory, opened the door and led me out into the garden for the beginning of the fireworks, fingering me while he held me shivering out there like that, cold and terrified of being seen by one of our neighbors from a darkened upstairs window... He edged me again out there twice before the fireworks fell silent and I was pulled by my nipples back into the house and upstairs to our bed.

He released the chain holding my wrists together so that he could tie me face down, spread eagle by my cuffs to our bed, once again swapped the clamps from my tits to my labia and told me that there would be no rest between edges now... Alternating between making sexy circles or dragging up and down over my clit and needy pussy with the massage wand, barely lifting it from me for two seconds at a time, all the while tugging hard and then releasing the chain joining the clamps... I finished my edges pretty quickly but every single one was incredibly, dangerously close to losing control... I'm sure there were a couple that he deliberately denied I'd been close enough and didn't count, but FINALLY I was at 12 and the vibing stopped... The clamps were removed from my poor, throbbing lips... and the beads were eased gradually out of my ass... but now it was my husband's turn to have some pleasure... The relief of having the beads removed went away quickly as they were replaced with his solidly swollen cock!

At least he was so aroused that it only took him a couple of minutes to pump his hard orgasm hard and thick into me... He eased out and dropped onto the bed beside me, keeping me bound and helpless as his cum started to leak out of me, spanked me hard on my ass and called me slut. My poor clitty throbbed, desperate for more attention, but I wouldn't get it. He passed out and I had to cajole him back awake - TWICE - before he released me from the bed and I could go clean myself up and take the leather cuffs off and gingerly remove the clamps... My nervous system was on fire... All I wanted to do was play with myself! Unlike my husband, it was very hard getting to sleep after that

Well... I thought that would be it for a while, particularly as we were meeting my husband's mom on New Year's Day at a coffee shop and cinema. She would be taking our kid to see an age appropriate film while my husband and I would be watching the new Spiderman film and picking our kid up from his mom's afterwards.

I was filling in Mistress about our evening and how horny and unsatisfied I still was... So she asked "what can we do for you to earn a couple <of orgasms>? What could you hand over?"

I told her it would be difficult since we were in a coffee shop with my husband's mom!

"Do you want to or not," she said!!! Oh my God!!!

Well, maybe if I could slip into the restroom, I could pass my husband my panties under the table?

"Do that. And ask him from me what he'd do to make you cum - discreetly"

I'm sure my face must have been flushed bright pink as I excused myself and headed for the restroom... More so as I came back, aware of the contact of my leggings directly on my buzzing vulva as I walked back with my panties balled as small as I could get them in my hand and sat down next to my husband to hand them to him under the table. He put them in his pocket and I showed him Mistress' message. He laughed as if I'd showed him a rude meme and his mom rolled her eyes - good thing she didn't know what we were REALLY laughing at!!!

Am I a bad mom?

Immediately I felt his fingers between my legs and it was no time at all before I could feel a wet patch developing in my leggings... It was really lucky that his mom and our kid's film was starting ten minutes before ours... He had to leave me to go buy tickets and while he was gone, I messaged Mistress back... "Am I allowed to or is it just more edges?"

"You're allowed to."

Mmmmmmmm... My husband came back with the tickets and I shared with him the good news... We got up to walk with our kid and his mom I to the cinema and say goodbyes, and then we found a table in an out of the way corner to wait for our own film time and for him to make that wet patch even wetter... I had to bite my lip and grip onto my seat as the orgasm I'd been longing for tore through my body

But then my husband asked if getting orgasms would cost any clothes, especially since The King had been talking about wanting me to strip at a clothing donation bin again!!!

Mistress teased back "yes, what's he wearing?"

So we ended up having to swap underwear before we went into our screen, and Mistress wanted him keeping his jeans unzipped...

He told me his new idea of making me have to have ten edges every day now until we finally get to go home to visit my parents in Florida in February... Hopefully I'll be allowed some orgasms when I get there because by then I'm going to be a dripping mess!!

We sat at the very back of the cinema. There were maybe a half dozen other groups but we could see them all from our vantage point. So... him sitting bulging out of my panties with his jeans unzipped, and his hand between my legs where my wet spot from the coffee shop still persisted... We felt like horny teenagers, touching each other and making out...

He was throbbing so hard every time he felt me yearning for release and denied it to me...
He was SO hard... Hot and throbbing... And all those edges, knowing what he was doing to me while I stroked him...

We both knew when he was at the point of no return but we were both so horny, neither of us could stop!!

My little panties weren't really prepared for such an explosion!!!

We had a few serviettes, but they weren't really enough... He kind of carried his jacket out to the car, covering the wet spot... He looked so funny

We stopped off at home so he could change before picking our kid up from his mom's.