Would I cry off

My eyes continued to return to Karen, who would finally get nipple rings, just as I wanted, His tension relieved, Thomas yanked Karen up and fighting all the way, got her attached to yet another post. I was not surprised to see her facing frontward for her nipple rings to be installed as gooy white globs of expended juices leaked out of her well fucked snatch.

What did surprise me was she became the focus of all attention. Charles left Betsy bound to the bench, her clit weight swaying. Maggie was still attached to her post with hanging weights pulling her cunt lips, which left Stan free to join Karen. Jason left me tied to the chair and straining against my bonds to see better, as Johnny left Susan chained to one of the many wall brackets. Barry did his version of binding Carol to the rack as he lit a small charcoal grill and joined the rest.

Standing bound to the post and spreader bar, Karen looked at the six guys congregated around her. She lowered her eyes to look at her soon to be ringed nipples, which I might add were rock hard and extended, and gave a shutter. Was she, like me so often, having second thoughts?

According to Jason, Karen loved a wicked ass strapping. Did that mean that she was regretting her decision to have her breasts pierced and rings installed? Or was it the avid attention of all gathered that made her shake? I wasn't sure, but she didn't voice any objection when her Thomas held up a golden ring hanging from each of his first fingers for her to see.

The gutsy bitch actually smiled.

Well, so much for her not wanting it to happen, I thought as she gave her tits a shake as if to wake them up for the upcoming event. I could hear the guys talking to her, knew that they were giving her her last chance to stop what was planned. I couldn't catch their words, but I did see her nod her head as if agreeing for the final time that rings were to placed in her nipples.

My pussy was a sopping swamp as I strained against my bonds. I could feel them cutting into me but they mattered not at all. I was too excited about what was to happen across the room to care about something so normal as bonds encasing me. They felt good stimulating me and I knew that before the night was over I would be in a similar position as Karen and wanted to note how it was to be done. I had some marks still remaining from the previous caning but nothing worth noting.

Would I turn chicken again when it was my turn?

Would I cry off? Or take it in stride like I wanted to do?

Karen had no such doubts. She had spoken true when she had informed that she had waited too long for nipple rings. She stood shoulders back, back arched, tits forward as if daring the men to do what they were going to do. There wasn't anyone who didn't notice her hard nipples. They stood full and proud on the ends of her thrust forward breasts as Thomas took a cotton ball and swabbed them with alcohol.

They got even harder as the alcohol caused her to shiver as it dried on her boobies. Even I could smell the odor of rubbing alcohol fill my nose as I leaned even more into my ropes and chains. My pussy squished against the seat of the chair as Barry and Jason each held a long, fat needle in their hands and gave Karen a smile.

Stan's and Johnny's hands grabbed full tits and squeezed, forcing her nipples way out as Barry and Jason positioned their needles. I heard them count, "One, two, three," and their hands moved, driving in both needles at the same time.

Male bodies were blocking my view but not my ears as Karen's screams echoed around the room. All eyes were fastened on her and when the men stood back it was there.

There was a needle bisecting each throbbing nipple. I could literally see them throbbing with each shallow breath Karen took. But when she lowered her eyes to her chest, she smiled. A smile of proud ownership as Thomas took several pictures of them in her for a visual reminder of what she had endured.

Setting camera aside, Thomas again took possession of the rings and one after the other slid them through the openings the needles had made and clipped them shut.

Karen had her nipple rings. The light reflected off them causing them to sparkle as she gave an audible sigh of... relief? satisfaction? I don't know, but I'm sure she was glad that it was over. After some time to allow for healing, she had her entire life to experiment with them. And if what I had seen with the other rings over the night was any indication, she would have hours, years, of stimulating attention paid to them.

Her first attention to them was Thomas' mouth. Her husband took them gently into his mouth. I could tell it was gentle. I could hear her moans and his sucking sounds. I also noted her pussy creaming even more as she arched into him for all she was worth. Other hands that had caused her pain just moments before were tenderly caressing her arched body. Over hips, into leaking slot, over legs and puffing belly they ran. Noting harsh. Noting harmful, just loving attention from them all as she strained and came yet again at their actions.

I remembered the way Jason had licked my clit between strap strokes when he installed my clit ring and I came to the conclusion that whenever rings were installed all concerned made sure that the recipient received the ultimate in care. All of us gals in the room may want and even need harsh treatment but there are times when gentle is appreciated. Ring installation is one of those times.

I no longer had any doubts about my own nipples being pierced and having rings installed. None of those gathered were monsters. They truly cared for their partners and the others. It was really an odd revelation to understand, but it was true.

What followed was a masterpiece as one or two at a time the guys flicked Karen as she stood fastened to her post. Each was careful and caring, making sure that Karen reached fulfillment with each. One or two were always at her newly ringed breasts, sucking gently, tugging enough to stimulate but not harm them as she went from one to the next climax.

Thomas was the last to insert in her and when he pulled away he went and got a metal stand and placed it between her legs. At first I didn't understand the significance of it. But when he attached a fat, vibrating dildo to the end and inserted it up her well flicked cunt, I sure as hell did.

For the rest of the night Karen stood there, a vibrating dildo up her cunt, making her come about every fifteen minutes or so as occasionally one guy would walk by and caress her new rings. I don't know how many times she came, but it was a very substantial amount before the night concluded and a very tired group ascended the stairs.

Knowing Betsy and Charles the best, I will start with their story first.

Tied to a post, her hands stretched above her head, Charles dodged her kicking feet to tear off her clothing. That accomplished, he turned her around and shackled her ankles to bands attached to the floor. Unable to turn around without making a pretzel out of herself, Betsy's ass was more than available for the requested ass strapping.

From the night that I truly got to know Betsy I was aware of her delight in getting her ass beat. After all, she had stood between my legs and accepted one as she licked me out. What I hadn't anticipated was the inclusion of her clit ring being used to hold her in place.

Taking a slender golden chain from the vast selection available to chose from, Charles clipped it to Betsy's clit ring as she screamed at him and all others who cared to listen. It did her no good, for in a matter of seconds the other end of the chain was snapped into place connecting her body via the chain to the post she was bond to.

A very short chain, I might add. If she moved even the slightest bit her clit would be pulled unmercifully. Somehow I knew that along the way it would be more than pulled. No one who had a, clit ring would not use it for stimulation, and I'm sure that the upcoming ass strapping would prove more than adequate in that department. Especially when I saw the strap Charles selected.

It was a bruiser of a leather strap. It had to be at least two feet long and a good half inch thick. Then there was the fact that it was actually two hunks of leather in one, connected by one handle. Not only would she get a double whammy with each stroke delivered, she would get the added thrill of the massive cracking sound the layered strap would make.

Being the sensual person that I am, I appreciated his selection. Being somewhat familiar with Charles laying into an ass, mine, I watched him deliver stroke after stroke to his wife. He was no slouch. Betsy's ass was a bright red by application number one. Her screams filled the air, but as I watched I didn't miss her actions either.

Her hips made rhythmic movements back and forth, causing the chain to her clit ring to pull her with each move. She rubbed her tits back and forth against the post, and I just knew that they were highly stimulated as Charles applied the strap with a steady procession of one well accustomed to using one. Not one inch of ass flesh was left unharmed as her ass turned redder and redder.

As her hips moved faster and faster with each stroke, her chain became a golden blur. Even from my distance I could see several bruises beginning to form, right along with Charles' cock that grew to its fullest. Her flopping tits scraped the wooden post and appeared to do their own growing as the strap landed again and again.

Viewing Charlie's handy work, I thought I'd request that he help administer my ass strapping along with Jason. But that thought was set aside as Charles dropped the strap and replaced his cock with the, tool working away at his wife.

Betsy voiced no complaint. At chain's end she offered her heated ass to his invasion as her tits continued to rub against the post. They were off and flicking. It was obvious that they were well acquainted with each other as they matched stroke for stroke. Charles' hands attended her rubbed tits as they ground into each other in the center of the room, each rotation pulling more and more on her extended clit. Then, as I watched, her clit began to pulsate and I knew she was coming. So was Charles.

Retracting his cock, Charles proceeded to rearrange Betsy against the post, making her face out toward the center of the room with her legs again shackled to rings in the floor. I watched her eyes, they never left him even when he turned and walked away to one of the nearby shelves and took something out and carried it back to her.

Betsy licked her dry lips, wiggled her hips but remained silent as Charles knelt in front of her between her widely spread legs and brought his hands up. I leaned into my bounds and twisted my head to see what the hell he was doing. Betsy took a very deep breath and her body seemed to freeze as I saw a gleam of metal in his hands reach for her pussy.

Before my startled eyes I watched as he clipped a chain to her clit ring and let it drop. She shivered as he reached for, to my opinion, a huge weight and clipped it to the other end of the chain and let it slid from his hand.

She had a weight hanging from her clit ring! A massive weight that pulled her tiny bud farther and farther from her cunt slot until it was fully, and I mean fully, exposed. And throbbing. That fact was unmistakable as he again stood up and took up the double strap.

He couldn't be...

But he was.

The strap crashed into the side of her hip. Betsy jerked in pain and the weight began to swirl around. I knew it had to be very painful for that weight to be moving. But one would never suspect that from Betsy's reaction.

Tipping her hip out to the strap she silently begged for it again. Charles more than complied. A brutal cracking sound filled my ears as my eyes watched her hips rotate even more, faster. Her clit elongated even more with each jerking tug of the attached weight.

Betsy's body arched away from the post, her clit strained and she was coming.

No doubt about it. It was a massive climax as the weight and strap kept her at an intense level of arousal until Charles finally set the strap aside and gave her a few seconds to compose herself.

I stared in open mouthed amazement!

Could I do the same thing with my clit ring?

Well, not today, I concluded. It was still not entirely healed. But in the future? Well, who knew what the future might bring.

As if Betsy's coming was some kind of signal to Charles, he again was rearranging her.

With the weight still attached and moving with each step she took, Charles led her over to a bench where he bound her by her hands as she bent over at her waist. Other than her wrists bound to the bench, and of course the weight still attached to her her clit ring, she was basically free. She had the option of bending her knees and allowing the weight to rest on the floor. But she didn't take that option, she remained straight legged as Charles gave her a few more strap strokes to keep the weight swaying.

He stopped when Barry came over and filled her ass with his cock until he exploded and walked away for other action.

For the remainder of the night Betsy remained like that. Charles or someone else came over from time to time to either strap her ass or luck her in any opening they so chose.


Their first mild luck out of the way, Stan more or less picked up Maggie and bound her to a different post in the room. Hangs shackled high up and legs opened via a spreader bar attached her ankles, Maggie was not going to go anywhere until freed.

I was curious on how she would be treated. There was no doubt that her body was badly bruised and she had requested only mild treatment. So then why was she bound as she was, I wondered as Stan walked away to get something from one of the shelves and came back to her.

As he knelt between her legs and reached for her pussy I remembered that she had rings in her pussy lips. Surely he wasn't... not in her condition.

Oh, but he was. And with her approval too.

Another golden chain was quickly attached to one of her pussy lip rings and a weight, far larger and more threatening than the one hanging from Betsy's clit ring, was attached.

I watched in amazement as her lip stretched, and stretched. Then similar treatment was given her other pussy lip and it stretched just as far.

I had used those rings to hold her open when I licked her pussy, my first of hopefully many. I knew they were far from newly installed but as they seemed to grow before my eyes I realized that they were far longer than normal. Now I knew why. As I was registering that fact, Stan attached yet another set of weights to her rings pulling her pussy lips even more.

Maggie groaned but voiced no objection and I knew that it was her choice, as hard as that was to accept it had to be true. Well, she had said that she wasn't going to have anything harsh done to her tonight, but two sets of weights?

That did seem to be her choice as Stan walked away to join in some other action, leaving Maggie bound to the post with weights hanging from her pussy.

Basically that is how she spent the night. Occasionally someone would come over and play with her body, or swing the weights, and once Stan fucked her as she stood like that, but otherwise that's how she remained. Every time I looked her way the weights were swaying slightly as the lights reflected her marred body for all to see and appreciate.

Jason wondered off occasionally to lend a hand or a cock to others but he always returned to me and my chair. His hands and mouth kept me stimulated as did my eyes, ears and imagination of what I had selected to have done.

Could I do the same thing with my clit ring?

I must admit after that remarkable weekend at Jason's school became a very mundane thing. I faithfully trooped off to classes, took notes, filled books with facts, figures and information. But none of it meant much to me.

For some reason my entire world consisted of Jason, my relationship with him, his staff and our hopes and plans for the future. By midweek the pictures Jason had taken of me were developed and we eagerly selected the best to ship out to his family. Not only his parents, but to my surprise an aunt and uncle, too.

Asking Jason about the additional set going to his aunt and uncle, I learned a startling piece of information. His aunt and uncle own something called Chattle Castle. A highly expensive retreat that catters to the practitioners of physical pain during sex acts. He even showed me brochures that listed various rates for attendees. Rates of how much whipping tits, asses, pussies or any other part of a body, both male and female, costs.

To say that Chattle Castle captured my attention would be putting it mildly. Jason, being the understanding man that he is, told me all about it, in glowing details. After the discussion .I got a firm commitment from him that one day soon we would visit it, along with his aunt and uncle.

He said that we might even be married there, if I approved upon seeing it.

I gave it very serious consideration. After all, how many people got married in a real castle now days? A castle that catered to our style of sex? Not many, but perhaps we would. But that was in the future. We had much better things to do in the mean while.

Things like the monthly staff get-together planned for Saturday night.

I must confess to being slightly nervous as Jason led me to the dinning room Saturday night where the other female staff and I would wait for the men's arrival. It was quite an understandable reaction considering what he told me to expect.

The theme for the night was escape convicts had captured a bevy of gals their first night of freedom and after years of dreaming what they would do when they finally got some females, they were ready to act out all of their dreams. Dreams, which naturally, included the infliction of pain for the wrongs society had done to them. Not to mention the built-up sex drives they had developed.

Prior to arriving Jason had explained that I, like the other females, could deny specific things done to us. I was also granted the choice of joining in or not. I could be strictly a watcher or a participator as I so chose. But for me there really was no choice. I knew I would more than join in. The extent of which I hadn't yet determined.

Leaving me in the dinning room with the other gals, I took the opportunity to become better acquainted with them. I was surprised at their willingness to talk to me about their chosen sex style. As we chatted I learned some of their history and why they had made such a choice.

None had come from deprived homes. All had freely chosen their submissive role, granted for different reasons. But the most common theme was very similar to mine. Dream-related before actual experience.

That surprised me. I had long thought myself a bit unique, especially in these times of women's lib and equality and all that. But it seemed that there were still those of us who dreamed of being dominated by powerful partners.

That, I must admit, was comforting to me to hear. After all, no one wants to be totally odd in ones desires.

As we sat and chatted I also noticed a difference in their dress. None were in their uniforms. I soon learned that they never were on these special nights. They always dressed according to the plan of the night. Tonight the plan was that the gals, me included, were at a get-together enjoying each others company.

I also learned that upon the arrival of the men, each of us could act as we chose. Going either willingly or unwillingly. We could scratch and jab, fight and claw, or go meekly without a struggle. It seemed that the group was evenly divided in their choice in that category.

It also came to light that they had asked their partners for specific things. Betsy explained to me that it was their opportunity to experiment, too, and they took advantage of that fact. At other times it was left exclusively to the males on how they were treated. It was on these nights that the gals could request certain treatment, and most did.

Betsy informed me that she had requested a thorough ass strapping to be followed by a sandwich.

Maggie, of the previous gang rape, said she had requested only mild abuse, owing to the fact that she was hardly healed.

Susan had again requested weights being suspended from her nipple rings, along with a toasty ass and her favorite buggering.

Carol had consented to Barry's request that she submit to heated implements applied to various parts of her body. She also got him to agree to tight tit bondage, a favorite of hers as a reward.

Karen informed all that she was to finally get her own set of nipple rings, something she had wanted for ages. Thomas had agreed.

After all of their stories were told, they naturally turned to me for mine. I didn't have the faintest idea of how to answer them. I still wasn't all that sure that I'd even participate, but I knew I would.

But their stories did start my brain working along that line. Sitting back, sipping my coffee, thinking about what I might like to try, the door was slammed open and the men burst in like a raging volcano erupting.

Instantly the room was filled with screaming voices. Bodies became blurs as they ran from here to there as the men captured us one at a time. Too stunned to even move, I was easily captured by Jason. A Jason wearing grey shirt and pants, both with numbers stenciled on them. Before I could read his number, my hands were tied off behind me with a coarse rope that chaffed my wrists.

There were couples on the floor, across the table and dodging around chairs as screams and threats filled the room. Clothing was torn. Skin was exposed. Bodies were draped over shoulders and hauled away. It was pandemonium in all directions as Jason flung me over his shoulder and smashed his hand into my upturned ass as we made our way down the stairs and the spacious rooms below.

As I was carried meekly along I looked at the others. Betsy was fighting like a demon and Charles even sported a few scratch marks on his arms to attest to her fighting ability. Maggie, unlike the other night, was playing the total submissive. It seems she was serious on not being overtly harmed.

Susan was kicking atop Johnny's shoulder and even managed to get a good kick in his stomach. Carol, being drug by Barry, was a twisting tornado all the way down. While Karen walked bare breasted in front of Thomas. It seems she got bared tits real soon for the installation of her rings.

In one manner or another we all managed to congregate in the rooms at the same time. I was still unsure of lust how I was going to participate and it seemed that Jason knew that as he took me over to one of many chairs and proceeded to bind me to it. Ropes around my legs, chest and waist were snug but not all that uncomfortable as I surveyed the scene around us.

Without any preliminaries Barry tossed Carol over a table and proceeded to fuck her good and hard. Right beside Thomas and Karen who were doing the same. While across the room Betsy and Charles were still struggling as he tied her to one of the many posts around the room. Stan and Maggie were off in a corner doing their OWN version of a mild rape. Susan got another good kick to Johnny as he bound her to yet another posts and ripped off her clothes as she twisted and screamed.

Really! It was too much to take in all at once. My eyes were flashing here, then there, then over to them, I did, however, pick up on the fact that all were arranged according to normal couples, at least for the opening scene. I was sure that later they would trade off, it was one of the joys of such nights. But they did start off together.

As I was thinking that, Jason leaned over and whispered in my ear. "They usually start off in normal sets. It is the last time for the gals to change their minds about what is to happen. If you look close you will see that all are whispering to each other."

"We learned long ago that things change. It may be thrilling to you when you chose something, but by the time it rolls around you may change your mind. One day a blistered ass may sound fantastic, but another it may be less appealing and another thing take precedence."

"So," he paused to tip my head up, "what is your decision? Want to join in or not? To what extent? What would you like to happen tonight?"

As his words flashed across my mind, and without even stopping to contemplate my words, I blurted out, "I want a hot ass, nipple rings and a double fuck. In that order."

I'm not real sure where those thoughts came from, but having spoken them I knew they were true. My ass, I my opinion, had been neglected far too long and ever since I'd seen Susan's rings I had coveted a set of my own. As for the double luck, that had long been something I wanted to experience. So, to me, it all made perfect sense.

Jason didn't even blink an eye at my statement. But he did smile. One of those magnificent smiles that sets my blood to rushing. It was obvious that he approved of my choices. And having stated the basics, I left the execution up to him. After all, he had his own fantasies to fulfill, now didn't he.

But for the moment he was content to settle for slowly tearing my clothing away. Quite a feat considering all the yards of ropes that I was encased in as we savored what was going on around us.

There is no way I could accurately describe all that occurred that night without taking them one at a time. They did not occur one at a time. They occurred simultaneously around the room, but I will relate them in a whole.

"Well, where are they?

"You know," he whispered in my ear, "if we don't get up from here you'll miss the night's activities in the garage."

"Garage? What's happening in the garage?"

"Maggie issued a challenge to all the men for tonight."

My interest was instantly piqued as I recalled our earlier conversation. "Who is Maggie? And what was her challenge?"

"She's one of the kitchen aides who happens to have a craving for multiple attention. Her challenge was: could the men make her cry quits in a gang rape scene."

"Gang rape?"

"Yea, one of her fantasies. She wants to fight instead of submit. She has limited them in what they can use. Only what they normally wear is allowed. No special equipment is to be used during the rape and it must occur in the garage as if they had broken in and trapped her. Care to watch?"

I was sitting up before he finished his question. "Let's go. Come on, we might miss something."

I practically drug Jason down the stairs and through the house as we made our way to the garage.

It was deserted.

Not a light was on. No people could be seen.

"Well, where are they?" I asked as we came to a stop at the door.

The rascal had the nerve to smile as he held up his watch and showed it to me. "Impatient, aren't you? It's not set until ten after. Come on, turn off the lights and let's find a place to watch."

A minute later the lights were again off and Jason and I were huddled up on the end of a workbench on one side of the garage. It was eerie sitting there in the dark, the moonlight coming in through the windows as we waited for the rape to begin.

It was almost like waiting for a movie to start. We knew the basics of the movie but not the actuality. Somehow I thought I should have a box of popcorn in my hand as I wiggled into his arms to help keep warm.

Out in the darkness I could hear heels clicking on the pavement. Each step got closer and closer. The door opened and the light was flipped on. A stunning redhead walked in and closed the door behind her. That, I assumed, must be Maggie.

As she fumbled in her purse, play acting looking for car keys, I gave her my full attention.

About five six or so, she had the most beautiful red hair I had ever seen, and there was plenty to see. It hung long and free to the small of her back. This redhead had no freckles, but a pale complexion that vivid green eyes set off to perfection. Her body was nothing to sneeze about either.

Full, upstanding tits filled her tank top to almost overflowing. Long, long legs came out of skimpy satin shorts that showed a hint of ass cheeks peaking out of them. And everything in between hair and heels was perfectly proportioned. The only thing that marred her perfection was a bruise on her left thigh that looked suspiciously like a whip mark. Other than that she was stunning.

Humming a tune under her breath, looking through the contents of her purse, Maggie was the picture of innocence as she walked to the center of the garage and stood next to the car parked there. Then, suddenly, the closed door was opened and crashing into the wall as five men ran into the garage.

Maggie screamed in terror. Her fingers, which had finally found the keys she was seeking, dropped them on the cement floor as they rushed her. She tried to open the door and escape into the car, but it was locked.

Two bodies hurled into her, smashing her into the car door as her wrists were grabbed and forced behind her back. To me it looked like they were almost to the breaking point. Maggie seemed to agree as her scream of pain/terror echoed around the garage to fill our ears.

If I hadn't known this was all planned I might have gone to her rescue, but as I notice the obvious arousal of her nipples pressing into her tank top I wiggled closer to Jason who had his eyes glued to the scene before us. There was a mysterious wiggling in his pant, too, as I turned back to watch.

"Get her damned clothes off and let's get to it," came from one of the men that I identified as Johnny of the dinning room. But he didn't look like the Johnny I knew. In fact all were dressed different. Faded blue jeans, torn T-shirts, scruffy boots or dirty sneakers was the mode of dress, not military like uniforms of Jason's servants.

They looked like a bunch of thugs on the prowl for what they could get.

And they had Maggie in their grasp. A struggling Maggie that was twisting and turning trying to get away. All to no effect. Hands digging painfully into her skin took care of that avenue of escape as two men held her and the others surrounded her.

A hand reached out, I think it was Charles', and ripped the tank top to shreds and tossed it on the floor.

A different hand worked the same magic on her satin shorts, leaving the screaming Maggie in heels only as hands took possession of tits, pussy and ass.

Wanting to know the players, I whispered in' Jason's ear, "Who is who?"

Whispering, too, he answered my question. "You know Charles and Johnny. The one attached to her left tit is Barry. He is paired with Carol who got ten today for dropping the plate in the dinning room. He takes care of the cars as mechanic and driver. The one standing back is Stan, my cook. He is Maggie's partner and knows her the best, as you can tell as he's taking his belt out of his pants. The other one is Thomas the butler, who is paired with Karen, an assistant cook for him along with Maggie."

Getting the players straight and their relationships with others in the house, I turned my attention back to the action. It was obvious, by quick glances directed in our direction, that Jason and I were seen. But no one paid us any attention as we silently watched them fling Maggie face down over the hood of the car.

Stan came up then and wrapped his belt around her wrists and tied it off, leaving all hands freed for future engagements. As two held her pressed into the car, the others began to systematically take off their clothes. Each retaining the leather belts from his pants as they smiled at her screamed words of defiance and outrage.

Maggie twisted and kicked out, catching several shins with her feet to no effect except to ‘anger' her attackers.

"The bitch is asking for it."

"Hold her still and we'll whip her defiance away damn quick."

"I get to fuck her ass first." Where some of the comments made as they arranged themselves for the engagement taking place before my excited eyes.

A second later belts were cracking into Maggie's quivering ass and legs as they held her in place atop the car. Her screams appeared realistic as hell. As did the scent that came to my nose. Scent of aroused female, accompanied by hard nipples pressed into cool metal of the car. It was obvious by observing that the struggling Maggie was having the time of her life as the belts came at her again and again.

With a wave of his hand Barry stopped the belts from landing as he positioned himself at her stripped ass and drove his cock in with one thrust. Maggie arched her back and a silent scream squeaked out of her throat, but there was no doubt in my mind that she was hotter than a firecracker. Barry jerked her back, forcing her to stand up as he drove in with savage lunges.

Getting a firm grip on her, he turned her around. Placing his thrusting ass against the car, he forced Maggie to face her other attackers and they took up the challenge.

"Whip her damned tits," came from Stan, her partner as he complied with his own words. Four belts became black and brown blurs as they followed his instructions and Barry flicked away in her ass. I couldn't help but rub my own whipped titties as the belts connected again and again against Maggie's full twisting boobies and extended nipples.

She swore. She screamed. She tried to twist away from the attacking belts. But none of her actions were fruitful, except for her obvious stimulation and theirs. The enclosed space in the garage was filled with sex smells, both male and female when Johnny did his version of stopping the action and stepping up to her.

His cock was instantly swallowed by her sucking cunt as Barry laid back on the car and let him control the motions as they pressed Maggie between their fucking bodies. Maggie's body was forced back to rest on Barry and the others took that as a signal to take charge of her tipped up breasts. Hands and mouths covered her strapped tits as her moans could no longer be construed as anything but approval at their accomplishments.

Even restricted as she was in moving, Maggie did her damnest to take the two cocks into her even deeper as her tits received avid attention from the non-fuckers present. I, too, was getting a bit of attention in that direction as Jason's hand slid to my tits and encountered nipples just as hard as Maggie's were.

Barry yelled and filled her sucking ass as his hands held her up for the others. "Thaaat's itt. Next," he said and pushed her away from his body. A second later Thomas was wedging his way up her vacated ass as Johnny took his turn leaning on the car for support.

With Maggie face down toward the car, it was time for the extras to attend her back and the sides of her thrusting ass. Belts and hands connected with all available flesh and she was off and coming again.

And thus it went. They rotated in her ass and pussy. Rotated around her body with hands and belts. There wasn't a centimeter left undamaged by the time Maggie had been fucked for a grand total of eighteen times as she was toss back and forth like so much trash from cock to cock. Nothing was used except belts, hands and mouths but by the end of two hours Maggie was one well fucked and beaten bitch.

She also won the challenge. The guys were finished in the cock department, but she still wanted more. Which I am glad to say Jason and I obliged in.

With flagging cocks, the men held her in place over the hood of the car as I got my very first taste of cum filled pussy. Not only was it cum filled, it was ring filled, too. Maggie had a ring in each vaginal lip, rings I used to hold her apart as I did my first muff diving. But not my last.

When I had had my fill of combined juices I stepped away and Jason filled her with his cock as I got my first taste of beaten titties. Another thing that was not to be my last.

Not quite seven

A warm liquid feeling coursed through me, sending tingling currents throughout my blood stream as I imagined warm hands caressing me. Then it occurred to me that it was no dream. It was real, in the form of Jason cuddled up next to me as his hands explored my oh so willing body as his lips dipped into an ear and along my neck.

"Muummmm what a way to wake up," I managed to get out between enticing shivers.

"I must admit, it was a tempting sight. A naked female sleeping on my bed," he murmured as his hand slid into my suddenly moist track and his fingers snaked inside me. That action brought me fully awake and very eager to continue.

Two, then three fingers sank into my warm depths and twirled around creating a blissful havoc. Slowly turning, I wrapped sleep warmed arms around Jason's neck and pulled him closer. The instant my nipples touched his bare chest they hardened to full arousal and my body was totally committed to the goal of finding fulfillment.

I laid there in total anticipation, letting Jason set the mood and tone. When he withdrew his fingers from my pussy and reentered them in my cock virginal ass I didn't even pause in accepting them. The dildos and Betsy's hand from the previous night made his entry more than acceptable. I, too, thought it time that a cock was introduced into that opening as I spread my legs allowing easier entrance.

"Ah, ready for an ass fuck?" he whispered against the juncture of neck and shoulder.

"Mummmm, it's got my vote. After all, it was opened now wasn't it?"

"To be sure. Opened, but not slack by any stretch of the imagination. I can hardly wait for my cock to sink into this snug, clinging track."

Passions rising rapidly, I saw no reason for delaying what both of us wanted. In one fluid movement, I rolled over, disengaging his hand in the process, and brought myself over onto my stomach. As Jason rearranged himself beside me, I got my knees under me and raised my ass in offering. A true offering. It was long past time for my ass to get acquainted with his cock.

Legs splayed, tush tipped up, I turned my head on the bed and looked back. "Well, what are you waiting for? An engraved invitation?"

He smiled. His hand reached out and caressed my flared cheeks. "I wanted to enjoy the sight for a while, but if the lady is so demanding..."

I watched with a smile on my face as Jason knelt behind me, cock in hand. True, I had been opened but the artificial dildos were nothing in comparison to the real live thing. Warm, silky cock head ironed out the wrinkles of my brownie and slid in with ease as the rest of his magnificent shaft followed. Wider and wider I opened as he went deeper.

I was more than ready. I could literally feel my chute sucking and tugging at his heated flesh and when the crinkling hairs of his groin touched my sensitive ass, that was it. With his first plunge I was coming. My chute twitched and tugged him deeper as he tried to withdraw.

"Aahhhh yessss... ahhhhh yeessss."

The real thing was a thousand times better than artificial. This was what my body wanted, what it needed. I slammed back into his driving hips, grinding him as deep as he could go inside me as the tremors just kept coming and coming. My rock hard nipples scraped across the bedding, my clit throbbed and my ass was in heaven with each inward or outward drive.

Eyes clenched shut, it was my ears that first registered the slight change in activities. My ass registered it second, mapping the exact dimensions of Jason's hand. Wow! Spanking and fucking at the same time.

"Yyyesssssssahhhhhhh..."

I snapped my eyes open to catch the action behind me and saw Jason raise his hand for the next stroke. I tipped my ass up, welcoming the stimuli he was offering as my ass clamped down on his thrusting rod. It was unbelievable and fantastic. Until the moment of first contact of his hand to my ass it occurred to me that up until then our love making had been very gentle, which I must admit I enjoyed. But that addition of a hand to ass... well, it was just grand. My brain and body gladly accepted the addition and I went into overdrive.

Quite frankly I'm not real sure how Jason stayed with me. My body was all over the place. I was twisting, turning, moaning, groaning and flopping all over the bed as he continued to fuck and spank my ass. It wasn't really painful, but oh was it stimulating as hell. The added ingredient that added that special spark to my life.

Both hands crashed into my ass over and over. They became a blur as I felt his cock expanding inside me. Expanding and exploding. And I was a goner. I became total sensations that seemed to last for years as I hung there in passion's limbo for eons as my dark passage drank his donation and we crashed onto the bed.

Warm hands traveled my shaking body trying to ease me back to a more normal state as I reveled in my emotions. I wanted to crawl into him. Keep him with me forever and ever just as we were that moment in time. But as always I returned, and that was good too. To be held in his embrace, to be caressed was cherishing, too, as his lips kissed and teased my ear and neck.

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After dinner I had to pose my very marred body for Jason to take pictures of, to send to his parents and family. He explained that they had to have visual proof that he was maintaining the family traditions.

I got a thrill out of each and every click of the camera. I must admit that I followed each and every suggestion he offered. His parents would get a good look at all of me from tits, to pussy and clit ring, to ass. Even I admit to getting carried away before he again stored the camera after giving the exposed role to one of the servants to have processed.

Thinking about his family, I was sure they would prove different. Just how different I had yet to learn. But looked forward to the introductions.

With the camera again in storage an idea came me and before I even gave it deliberate consideration, I was voicing it to Jason as we made our way out of the room he had selected for the picture session.

"I have a request," I informed him as he turned to look at me.

"Which is?"

"Well, I have a been observing and hearing about your unusual staff and I was curious."

"About what, Kate? What's got your attention now?"

"Your staff. More specifically, observing them. Is that possible?"

"You mean a discipline session? Want to play the voyeur?"

"Well, yea. I mean after all, you have been giving me a glimpse here and there. Last night with Betsy and Charles, this morning with the weights and the ass strapping just a while ago. Do they get into more heavy action? If so, is it planned or just spontaneous in nature?"

"Actually, a bit of both."

"Well? Explain."

"My pleasure," Jason said as we passed through a hallway and continued walking as he spoke. "Some of the action is spontaneous, as you saw during our meals today. As I said, offenses are punished swiftly and without recourse. Any male seeing an infraction does the correcting."

"Then comes the more elaborate activities. As the staff, both male and female, is totally dedicated to our chosen life-style we do plan some activities to keep everyone happy. Sometimes it is planned on the couple basis, I'm sure some activities happen on an almost daily basis between couples, either in the privacy of their rooms or in one of the specialized rooms.

"At other times it can include the entire staff. That usually happens at least once a month or so. All seem to enjoy the variety of different partners, to observe different techniques and desires. It broadens one's horizons and keeps the interest up for all concerned. We've had those in a variety of places from the dungeon to the woods, depending on personal requests."

"Really? Sounds interesting. Tell me about some of the highlights."

"Well, one time we all trooped out to the woods behind the house and had a grand time. Tree limbs were heavily pulled upon as gals hung from them as the guys used only natural weapons such as branches and so forth. Another time a theme of the Inquisition was chosen. The rack got a real workout that night. Then there have been fantasy nights where all dressed according to the theme: pirates, Indians, doctor and nurse, water sports and baby nights."

"All in all, we are very imaginative. But at these special times everything is pre-approved. Nothing can be done that is not wanted. For instance, Susan, of the weights this morning, does not enjoy harsh attention to her pussy nor to her tits, except for the weights that she seems fascinated with. But she loves her ass blistered beyond belief. So, during the special days, it is her choice to accept or decline what is done to her by all concerned."

"But with each gal liking or disliking various activities, all the males are content and enjoy those days just as much, or more than the gals. Then there is the variety, too. Just like you. You like to have more than me attend you during certain activities. Variety is the spice of life for all of us. That is one reason I readily agreed to your request when Charles paddled your ass. We may have more or less permanent relationships with others but all of us like to branch out from time to time."

Just listening to Jason speak I was getting hot and ready for some variety of my own. But as I took serious inventory of my body I had to conclude that it was a bit battered and the worse for wear. The back of me could definitely take more, but not the front, especially my newly ringed clit.

"So what about tonight? Anything planned for it?"

I saw Jason's eyes take a similar inventory of my body as he paused as if to collect his thoughts. "Perhaps tonight would be a perfect time for you to play the voyeur. I'll check on what arrangements have been made. Okay?"

"It's got my vote. I will admit that the front of me is a bit rare, but I could stand a little ass and back attention, if not too severe."

By that time we had reached the master bedroom and Jason escorted me in, telling me take a refreshing shower while he did a bit of questioning to see what was on the agenda for the night.

I thought a shower was just what I needed as we parted company. The warm, soothing spray washed away many minor aches and pains and erased a nagging tiredness that had been creeping up on me. After drying body and hair, I curled up on the bed and laid back to await Jason's return and easily slipped into sleep.

Not quite seven

The next morning announced itself with a bang as Jason smacked my ass with his hand.

Talk about waking up with a jolt! I was profoundly glad that I was lying ass up and not tits up. But that, unfortunately, meant that I was lying on them. Quite frankly I don't know how I was. Jesus, did they ever hurt. Then none of me was in the comfort zone, but I had no complaints.

"Rise and shine, sleepy head. It's a bright, new day that I've got some great plans for."

Really. Jason was just too damned joyous for morning. A long confirmed evening person, I typically could not understand how someone could thrive in the AM. It was beyond me, but as I was bemoaning that fact another suddenly registered.

I had the whole weekend to spend with Jason and, since I had been awakened, there was no reason to waste it, now was there. Rolling over to face his smiling face, I muttered, "What time is it, anyway?"

"Not quite seven."

"Ooooohhhhh." I tried to pull the blankets back over me but his hand stopped me.

"Come on, Kate. Rise and shine."

"Rise and shine. Damn it, Jason, the damned sun isn't even up yet, why should I?"

"Because the sun is a mundane thing, but the plans I have for us sure aren't. Come on, Kate, up you go."

I wasn't the most optimistic person around, but I did roll out of bed and took a faltering step toward the bathroom, my first goal of any morning, and stopped dead in my tracks.

I don't know how long I stood there staring into the big mirror above Jason's dresser and looked at the startling changes that had occurred to my body, but it must have been a long interval before my bladder made its protest and I continued my journey.

Flipping on the light and sitting on the toilet I took a closer survey. Nope, no doubt about it, I possessed a set of damned whipped boobies. Shit, there wasn't even a centimeter that was normal color. As my bursting bladder emptied I took in the rest of my anatomy. Yep, from shoulders to kneecaps I was one colorful, lucky bitch.

Not only was I colorful, I was quite fragrant, too. Turning on the shower and adjusting the water temperature, I stepped in and let the cleansing water wash over me. I quickly adjusted the spray to a lighter intensity and let the soothing heat wash away some of my aches and pains as soapy fingers cleaned away the residue of one damn full night of sex.

Stepping out and drying off I noticed Charles in the master bedroom lying out Jason's clothing for the day. Damn, didn't he ever sleep? Drying my hair I also saw Betsy in the room, too. Wondering why she was there, I stuck my head out and looked.

Ah, the upstairs maid. She was changing the linen and making the bed. Did any of his staff ever sleep, I wondered as I went back to drying my hair. Rummaging in the cabinets I came across a hair dryer and used it until my hair was dry.

Naturally I was nude. And naturally my clothing was in the bedroom, but after the events of last night I sure didn't have any qualms about parading nude before the servants. Especially Charles and Betsy.

"Good morning, miss," they almost said simultaneously at my entry.

"Muumm good morning to you two, too. Tell me, does anyone ever sleep around here?"

"Only what our bodies require, miss."

That came from Charles as I began to look for my clothes. I was sure I left them on the suede chair, but they weren't there.

"May I help you, miss?"

"Yes, ah Betsy, have you seen my clothes? I'm sure I left them here, but as you can see they're gone."

"Yes, miss. I took them to the laundry while you were in the shower."

"But what am I to wear in the interim?"

"Oh ahhmum, I had assumed that Master Jason had informed you."

"Informed me of what?"

For some reason Betsy hesitated in answering as she turned to Charles.

"Mr. Jason has decreed that you are to remain nude while in residence, miss."

"Nude?"

"Yes, miss."

"Really?"

"Yes, miss. I am quite sure of his instructions on the matter, but if you doubt my word I could have him tell you."

I... ahh well no, I don't doubt your word. It's just that... You're sure?"

"Positive, miss."

Nude while in residence, huh? Well, I can't say that it was all that surprising. After all it was no secret that Jason was quite determined that I become an exhibitionist. Hell, our first date informed me of that possibility.

But nude?

"Am I restricted to this room, then?"

"Oh, no, miss. Mr. Jason also informed me that you are to partake of breakfast in the dinning room. He wished to you join him as soon as you finished your shower."

Dinning room? While naked?

Well, as I said, it shouldn't come as a surprise.

"Where ahh where is the dinning room, Charles?"

"Betsy will show you the way, miss."

Right, I thought, as I remembered her words of the previous night. Males dominate, while females are the submissive. Naturally she would be the one delegated that task.

Casting one more look at my colorful body, I shrugged. "Well, I ahh guess I'm ready, Betsy. Lead away."

"Yes, miss."

She turned and headed out of the room as I, with a bit of trepidation, followed in her wake.

"Ah Betsy, ahh has ahh this happened before?"

"A nude guest, you mean, miss?"

"Yea, a nude guest."

"No, miss, not to my knowledge."

"Oh, ahh and what do make of that fact? I mean, why me?"

"I'm sure I couldn't say, miss. But if I were to hazard a guess, I'd have to say that Master Jason has some very special plans in store for you. Not only for today, but for the future, too, miss."

"Special plans? What kind of special plans?"

Having reached the top of the stairway, Betsy stopped and turned to face me as she spoke.

"It is pure speculation on my part, miss, but my guess is that Master Jason plans for you to be here. Permanent like, miss, and by requesting that you attend breakfast in your current marked and nude state, he is announcing it to the rest of the staff."

"You really think so?"

"Oh, yes, miss. What else could it mean?"

I didn't know, but her words did make me smile.

I was still smiling as I passed two other servants as we made our way to the dinning room. The other maid blushed and turned away. Not so the man. He practically leered.

And me?

Well, to be utterly truthful, I threw back my shoulders and did a bit of-strutting. I suddenly felt very happy. What if Betsy's words proved to be true?

Entering the dinning room, Jason stood like the perfect gentleman as I walked toward him. His eyes made a quick inventory of my body and he smiled.

I smiled back. Who wouldn't when subjected to that kind of a smile by the guy that did so many things, not only to my body, but to my mind, too.

It was at that precise moment in time that I realized that I loved him, and that thought made me stop in my tracks.

"Is something wrong, Kate? Suddenly you look, ahh, well, different."

"I ahh am different."

"Really. And what happened to make you different in one step? It couldn't have been my orders about your mode of undress. You surely accepted that before ever arriving."

"Mode of undress? Oh, ahh no. As you said, I accepted that before my arrival."

"So?"

"So what?"

"So what caused the sudden change in your looks. You look like it was something of vital importance."

"Oh, it is vitally important."

"Good. Care to share it with me?"

"I... I just realized a startling revelation."

"And that was?"

I could tell that he was starting to get a bit irritated by my mixed up words and actions.

"I just realized that... that I love you. Silly, isn't it." I rambled, "Standing nude and quite well marked by last night's activities, I suddenly realize that I love you as I walk in a dinning room."

A quick glance around provided other facts too. "A dinning room that contains three other people staring at me like I'm the biggest fool on earth. Really quite amazing, isn't it? I mean when one considers all the various implications."

The first part of my disjointed speech made him smile. The second caused him to cast one quick glance at his servants. Their expressions instantly changed to utter acceptance of my state of undress and bodily marks.

The one man, whom I assumed was some sort of footman or such, with the utmost ease pulled out a chair which I knew was meant for me, as the two females hastily set food on the table with downcast eyes as I approached the chair.

Somehow I knew that I'd never be able to reproduce the look Jason gave them. Nor would they react the same if I did, especially the man. Not after Betsy's words about the staff last night. But I did take my seat as he pushed my chair in for me.

Taking the seat at the head of the table, Jason reached for my hand resting on the table top and held it in his.

"You're sure? About the love, I mean?"

He looked so serious. I couldn't help but become serious, too, as I answered. "Yes. I'm quite sure. I do love you."

Personally I'm not sure why I hadn't known it earlier. Like our first night together. Even then I couldn't deny him anything. I still couldn't, as far as that goes.

"God, what a way to start a day. Being told that I'm loved. I'll have to give that statement some very serious thought. But, first, let's eat." Turning to one of the maids, he said, "You may serve us now."

"Yes, sir."

The food was set before us and I must confess that I wasn't the most diligent of eaters. It was not my custom to eat in the buff. Especially not with others in attendance. And not in my physicals condition either. But I did manage to consume my share of the offered food as Jason ate hardily as he talked away.

"So, how are you feeling today? Not too sore, I hope."

"I've been better, but no complaints."

"Good. We still have the remainder of your purchases to contend with, haven't we? And as we have an early start on the day, it should be a fun filled one. Let's see," he said as he rested his chin on his hand, "we used six out of twelve dildos. The two canes and of course the harness. That still leaves a good variety for today's use. And then there are the things that I already had. So, tell me, Kate, what did you think of Betsy's jewelry?"

Jewelry? What jewelry? I couldn't recall her wearing any.

"What jewelry?"

"Her ring, of course. What did you think I was talking about."

Her ring. Her clit ring.

"I... ahh I..."

"Come, come. Don't be bashful. The thought of one of your own made you hot, didn't it?"

"I... well, ah yes. Yes it did."

He clapped his hands. "I knew it would. That's one reason I asked her to join us. Susan, here," he pointed to one of the maids serving the food, "has nipple rings. Don't you, Susan?"

"Yes, sir."

"Why don't you show her your rings." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. A command.

"Yes, sir."

Setting the plate she had in her hand on the table before me, Susan unbuttoned the top of her uniform and pulled it apart to expose her breasts. Sure enough, she had rings in her breasts. They bisected her nipples from top to bottom a good inch up from the ends. Her aroused nipples, I might add as they stared me in the face as she stood beside my chair.

"Why don't you tell Kate how you like your rings used, Susan?"

"Yes, sir." She said facing him, then turned to me. "I like them treated harshly, miss. Quit harshly. My favorite being weights hanging from them as I get buggered, miss."

What a topic for the breakfast table! But, hell, around here it was probably normal.

"I ahh I see. Thank you for that information, Susan. And who ahh do you like to get ahh buggered by? Anyone in particular?"

"Naturally Master Jason is a favorite. But my Johnny is no slouch either."

"And who is Johnny?"

"Why him, miss." Pointing to the other man in the room. "My husband, miss."

Husband? Well, it is an unusual household, now isn't it.

What the hell could I do? I smiled in response. Jason did a bit more.

"Johnny?"

"Yes, sir?" The up-till-then silent Johnny said as he instantly approached the table and gave his full attention to Jason.

"A one hour reward for Susan."

"Yes, sir," he responded as he suddenly turned and walked away. At a china cabinet, he reached into a drawer and withdrew something and turned back.

Walking up to his wife, he lifted his hands. It was obvious that she was eager to accept what he was giving her as she pulled her shoulders back and stuck out her exposed ring decorated tits.

The next second she moaned and I leaned forward to see what the hell they were doing.

By then I guess I should have known what was to transpire, but I didn't, as Johnny quickly clipped a set of, what I considered, massive weights to his wife's nipple rings and let them drop. But I did know enough by then to know that she had the privilege of wearing the weights she so admired for an hour for her reward in telling me what she had.

Up until Johnny had fastened the weights to her nipple rings, Susan's nipples had pointed up, like a sky jump. But with that attached weights added they had a pronounced downward slant, attesting to the pull they exerted on her nipples.

Oh, yea, what a household!

Susan served the remainder of the meal with the weights flopping at the ends of her tits like a trophy. Quite a distraction, I might add. Not only the weights themselves, but her reaction to them. Even I could smell her aroused state.

The more I saw them, the more I was interested in a set of my own. No doubt about it, this house had its effects upon me.

As the meal progressed Jason told me more about his household, expanding upon what I had learned from Betsy last night.

There were five males and five females on staff at Jason's college home. Each was more or less paired up in some fashion. I learned that Charles and Betsy were also married, as were Thomas, the butler, and Karen, one of the assistant cooks, neither of which had I met.

Each male had full rights to punish any female in residence, spouse or not, if seen doing something wrong, no matter the triviality of the offense. According to Jason, all willingly complied with that fact of residence.

He also informed me that while I was in his house, I, too, was under the same dictate. I smiled at that, remembering my thoughts of the previous night. Oh, yea, quite a household to be sure.

I got a sampling of that house rule just before Jason and I left the dinning room. The other woman, by the name of Carol, dropped one of the plates as she was cleaning off the table. She quickly bent over to retrieve the plate and placed it back on the table.

The next instance she was bend over, elbows on the table as Johnny flipped up her short skirt and gave her bared ass ten popping strokes with a strap he took from the same china cabinet he had gotten the weights from for his wife from earlier.

"So, tell me," Jason said as he took my arm and escorted me out of the dinning room, "what do you think of my home?"

"Do you mean physically, as in structure or the staff and their roles?"

"The latter, of course."

Well, that was getting to the point, now wasn't it, I thought, as I couldn't stop myself from taking a quick look at my exposed body as we walked along a long hallway that he was leading me down.

"I, well, I find it... intriguing."

"A positive intriguing, or a negative intriguing?"

"Oh, most definitely the positive variety, need you ask?"

"No, but it is nice to hear it stated. You know, Kate, you have come quite a way in a short time span. And it is nice to have all of my conjectures confirmed. So tell me, what was your reaction when you learned that you were to remain nude while in my home?"

"How did I feel? Well, at first I must admit that I was ticked. To have servants tell me of my non-choice in the matter was a bit... irritating, I guess."

"And your second response?"

"Acceptance, as if you need ask." Tipping my head up to look at him, I added, "After all, on our first encounter you did throw my clothing out the window. And I've come to, well, accept that you want me to be the exhibitionist. It wasn't something I contemplated before meeting you, but I can see that it's something you desire of me."

"And?"

"And what?"

"Finish the statement, Kate. You know what I want to hear."

"And I will do it to please you. There, satisfied?"

"Tremendously. I do enjoy displaying you, I won't deny it. But remember, the choice of whether or not you do as I desire is still your option. I will never truly force you to do anything against your will. I want a fully reciprocal relationship. If there is something that you don't want to happen, please state so. Agreed?"

"Agreed. And if I refuse something that you truly want, what then?"

He paused as if to consider his answer. "No. I don't think that will happen. I may have to use persuasion, but I don't really think you will deny me. At least not with something important. I'm sure you will have your little hang-ups but I don't think there will be a major stumbling block. Do you?"

I really didn't and after a moment's hesitation I thus informed him as he opened a door before us. We had made our way threw the main floor of the house and gone down a stairway while talking. I hadn't been paying much attention to where we were going, quite frankly, I didn't give a damn. But when he opened the door, with a key he had taken from is pocket, I stopped dead in my tracks.

Before me spread seemingly acres of... well the only words I could summons was a torture chamber.

Stone and wood walls. Stone floors. Stone and wood beamed ceilings. And weapons? Shit the store in New York didn't have as many as my eyes encountered on their first sweep around the rooms. The things that my eyes saw came in a variety of forms: leather, as in whips and crops; wood, as in paddles and devices for holding victims; metal, as in shackles, chains.

I really couldn't take it all in at once. It was too much to assimilate. There were cages, racks, blocks of stone and wood that I had no idea of purpose. There were rings and hooks literally all over most surfaces from ceiling to floor and everywhere in between. Harnesses, gags, hoods. Hell, I didn't know what half the stuff was for.

But that fact didn't stop my body from reacting.

I'm not kidding, I could literally feel my tits growing. Right along with my damned clit. Goose bumps covered every available space on my skin as shivers when up and down my spine.

"Impressive, isn't it?"

"Imm... impressive? I... ah well, yes, it is." Then as a thought suddenly hit me, I asked, "Why in the world did you take me to New York when you had all of," waving my hands to encompass what was before me, "this?"

Pulling me up to his side, making me contour to his body, he said, "For several reason, actually. One, I wanted to see what it was you wanted. I not only noted what you wanted, I noted what you didn't want, or at least didn't have me purchase while there. I watched your eyes. If you had had the guts you would have bought more and I wanted to know what those items were."

"But why didn't you just bring me here?"

"Because these are my selections, not yours. I didn't want you to feel obligated to have these used on you. As I said, your wants are very important to me. As are my own, naturally."

Pressing into the small of my back, he urged me into the room. "I wanted to observe you. Your reactions to various items and how they effected you."

"Oh, and what, if anything, did you learn by your ahh observations of me?"

"I learned, my dear Kate, that there is damned little that frightens or turns you off. And that appeals to me. Greatly, I might add. You didn't flinch at anything. Granted, you showed more interest in some things than others. But nothing seemed to turn you off."

"And that pleases you?"

"Massively. As you've guessed or been informed, the infliction of pain is nothing new to me. It is a family trait, so to speak. The men in my family are more or less trained from birth to be domineering with females. Just as the females are taught to submit to pain from males. It has been that way for centuries, passed from one generation to the next. I would venture to say that it is almost ingrained in us."

"And that is where I fit in?"

"To be blunt. Yes. But there is also the personal attraction we feel for each other. We both felt it that first night. You aren't denying it are you?"

"I... no. I did feel it."

"But?"

"But what?"

"There is a but in there somewhere, isn't there?"

"Well... yes."

I waited but he didn't respond. I knew he was waiting for me to state the ‘but' part of my reaction. I noted that the longer I procrastinated the harder it was to state it, until I just blurted it out without the least bit of tact.

"But where does that leave me in your so-called family trait? I've stated my feelings toward you. I love you, damn it. Is this some kind of fling for you? Do we have a future together? Is it all one sided on my part?"

I don't know, I guess I thought that Jason would get mad at my words, at my outburst. But he didn't.

The rascal smiled. And pulled me closer

"It leaves you, Kate, precisely where you want to be left."

"Huh?"

"With me. Forever and ever."

I couldn't believe his words. They spoke of promises not stated. Of fulfilled dreams. Of fantasies obtained. But when I finally got the nerve to look up at him, it was there.

"Yes, you silly goose. I love you, too. Is that so amazing? We both recognized the attraction at the dance. Haven't I catered to all of your wants in the past weeks? Spent a fortune on things to make you happy?"

"But money means little to you. How was I to know how you felt?"

"True, money means little to me as I've had it all my life. But there is more than money between us. We are like separated halves of a whole. We belong together. We knew that from the start. I enjoy giving you things that money can buy. You are so damned refreshing. You don't hide your feelings. Hell, you practically scream them out for all to hear. I like that. Is it so unreasonable of me to want to see you happy?"

"But why did you wait so long in telling me that you love me?"

"Because I wanted to be sure you loved me. Not my money and what it could give you. Being rich does have its drawbacks, Kate. You are never certain what the attraction is. Is it the money or the man. That was what I needed to know before stating my love. Am I forgiven?"

Well, take a guess.

I crushed my body, the body he and his servants had made the way it was, to him and gave him the kiss of the century. I wanted to climb into him. Merge myself with him and never let him go. He had turned all of my dreams into reality, and believe me, reality was just fantastic.

There was so much I wanted to give him. My love. My body. My life. It was all his. I had no reservations, not one. I held nothing back. And he returned it to me a hundred times over. With the small amount of brain power I had left, I knew that his previous words were true. I would never deny him anything he truly wanted. I also knew it was true for him. He would not deny me anything either.

Pulling away I looked in his eyes. It was there. He did return my love, a necessary ingredient for any female worth her salt. "I love you."

"And I love you, too. Which," he paused to give my ass a spank, "brings us to now."

"Now?"

"Now. This moment."

For some reason I had a very good idea what his next words would result in, but being typical female I waited for him to state them in no uncertain terms.

I wasn't disappointed.

He just smiled at my perversity. "Now then, just where shall we attach you for the installation of your very personal engagement ring, do you suppose."

My eyes canvassed the chamber surrounding us as in my gut I knew where my ‘very personal engagement ring' was going to be installed.

It was obvious that Jason hadn't missed any of my attentions focused on Betsy's clit ring and I just knew I would soon have my own. With that in mind I studied the room.

Just how would I like to be bound for my clit ring? There were numerous tables, with and without strategically cut out openings for legs, arms and so forth. There was the rack, an implement of any submissive's dreams. Several of the supporting posts were obviously doubling as whipping posts, hanging shackles proclaimed that fact. And then there were a multitude of chains, rings and hooks that could be used for the same purpose.

Decisions. Decisions.

What was a girl to do? Especially when confronted with so many choices.

I felt the blood rushing through me and just had to have a definitive answer. "A clit ring?"

Jason nodded his head. "Can't get any more personal than that, now can we? Any objections?"

For some reason my voice was non-functioning, but I did nod my head in agreement.

"So? Where? How?"

Just as my first night, I couldn't seem to make a decision. My eyes flickered here, and there, over to that, to that thing, and the other. I was no closer to making a decision than I had been when I first suspected his intention.

The frustrating thing was, I wanted a damn ring in my clit. I had since I'd seen Betsy's. It looked so... exciting. I had no trouble imagining the many and varied things that a clit ring could be used for. All seem highly erotic to me. But I was still no closer to an answer.

Raising timid eyes to his, I asked, "Couldn't you choose?"

"I could... but I won't. The decision is yours. I will install the clit ring, and any others over time that you so desire. But for this one, you must choose the circumstances of its installation."

I couldn't help but lower my hand to the object under discussion. No, no doubt about it, my clit was sore. It had taken quite a caning last night. It was tender as hell. Excited, too. But nevertheless, tender. I knew that I would have to be restrained to have it pierced. The question yet remained of how.

Deciding that it should be a very commemorative setting and endeavor, I literally studied the alternatives at my disposal. Any would do, but I was looking for that something special, after all, it wasn't every day that a gal got a clit ring.

I stepped out of Jason's embrace and walked around. Touching this one, studying that one. I tried to picture myself in the position they suggested. For some perverted reason I found them all stimulating. That thought alone proved to me that I had chosen well. Jason was laying it all before me. In a sense the world was at my feet, or at least at my beck and call. Just as soon as I made a decision.

I made three circuits of the chamber before deciding on the gynecology chair as my choice. Being female and health conscious, I had visited my doctor for my yearly pap smears and there was something about the vulnerability of the position. Leaning on my back with my legs in metal brackets, spreading my legs and offering up my pussy almost like a sacrifice had always excited me on my visits.

I had had visions of the doctor ‘raping' me, shoving his cock up my cunt as I laid open to him. But, as I nervously climbed up on the leather seat it wasn't a cock I was going to accept, it was a ring in my clit.

The cool leather made my goose bumps multiply as I wiggled into position in the upright chair and even had the gall to place my knees in the brackets as a smiling Jason looked on.

"Doctor fantasies, is it?"

He didn't seem disappointed by my selection as I gave him a tentative smile in return. For some perverse reason my entire body blushed as Jason walked over to one of several cabinets and opened a drawer.

I knew what he was extracting.

I shifted in my seat and took a gander at my exposed clit. The damn bugger was aroused! It looked so defenseless nesting there in my wet slot. A slot surrounded by cane marks. It had by no means been ignored in recent hours and was about to get even more attention. Perhaps a bit more than it and I had bargained for.

Jason stood between my spread legs. I could see gleaming metal in his hands. Silver metal needle and golden clit ring. Fortunately it was not nearly the size of Betsy's, but threatening all the same.

Jason seemed to be reading my mind, as he said, "This one is smaller but it will still serve the purpose. After you have healed, a larger one can be installed in the hole made by this one."

Reaching up with one hand he caressed my leg. I literally jumped.

"A bit nervous?"

I swallowed and nodded my head.

"Too nervous to remain in place without bondage?"

Again I nodded my head. Nerves be damned, I didn't think I could hold still as my clit was pierced and then ringed, for Christ's sake I wasn't made out of steel. Oh, no. I was definitely flesh and bones. And excited clit to boot.

"No problem," came his reply to my cowardliness as he walked away again. That time he came back with an assortment of bands, ropes and chains. "A lady should always have her wishes granted."

It still amazed me that Jason could read me so well. I did want to be bound. Stringently, in fact, to make it better. Half of the appeal of bondage was the illusion of restraints used.

Jason could have simply used a waist strap to hold me to the chair and ropes to tie off my legs. But he, too, understood ‘image'.

Leather bands encircled my wrists and were fastened to the sides of the chair. A thick, very cold chain clit into my stomach and held me fast to the chair. I sure as hell wasn't going to go anywhere with that sucker attached to me. Yards of ropes dug into my legs, calves, knees and thighs. He readjusted the brackets and my legs spread even farther apart.

Thin white ropes approached my bobbing tits and in less time than I thought possible they pointing straight out and rock hard by the tightness of the ropes. They were turning a light bluish color when Jason placed a padded clip on each vaginal lip toward the top of my crease. A second later the sound of tape being torn off a role filled the air as he tore off two strips and taped the clips to my heaving lower abdomen, which just naturally left my poor defenseless clit totally exposed and vulnerable.

"Now the question is," he paused in his work, "does the lady want it heated up before the installation."

Heated up?

God! what a thought.

I looked at that tiny morsel of delight. It stood up full and proud. Could I stand it punished more before being pierced?

Ah, hell, sure it could.

I licked my lips. My answer was in my eyes and Jason smiled.

"A nice fat strapping?" he asked as he walked over to a wall and took down a demon of a strap. "Or is it to be the infamous cat?" He held one of those up too for my inspection and selection. "Or does the lady want just an illusion?" That time he held up a cat made out of satin strands.

"One, two or number three?"

My voice was still refusing to function in the time honored way, but I did manage to pop up one finger in response.

"Ahh, so it's a strapping that is needed in this case. An excellent choice, if I do say so myself. I think five is a good number, don't you?"

Five? That strap did look lethal.

I swallowed and nodded in agreement.

God, where did my nerve come from?

Again Jason stood between my legs. The strap raised. I pulled against my leg bonds. It did no good. They were firmly secured and didn't come together in the least.

"Ahh the last minute doubts. They are so annoying aren't they. It's almost like your first night here, isn't it? Except that this time you can't pull your legs together. It's all up to me. I select the time. The force. The severity. Ready, love?"

I got together enough gumption to nod my head as I watched the strap descend.

"Aahahhahhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa."

The scream was no more out of my mouth than Jason's mouth was plastered to my aching clit and I screamed again. In pleasure. Talk about feelings. I felt each damned taste bud as his tongue did its magic.

I was on the verge of coming when he pulled away and the strap landed again, followed by his mouth. I screamed with every move he made whether strap or tongue. I thought I'd go out of my mind with the alternating pain and pleasure that was really pleasure all rolled into one thing. There was no doubt in either of our minds that my clit was stimulated.

I was almost over stimulated as he dropped the strap and took up the needle. Leaning forward as much as I could I watched, and definitely felt, its passage through my clit. With metal gleaming on both sides of my pierced clit the damned thing had the audacity to continue to pulsate. It did miniature push-ups atop the needle bisecting it as we watched it go through its maneuverers.

Then it was time for the ring to replace the needle.

Other than a tugging feeling I can't say that it hurt. It felt weird, but it didn't really hurt. The needle had made a good opening for its placement. With a click the ring snapped in place.

My body must have been waiting for that final click because at that moment I came. It was a shattering climax. My bound body arched against its restraints and I spiraled even higher as I felt Jason's cock tap my ring before sliding deep within me.

That was it. I had no more control. I was off and soaring. I passed the stars and ascended the universe as Jason drove in and out of me. I was incapable of anything but coming. I think I blubbered. I know I screamed. None of it made any difference. I was in a totally sexual climaxing world of my own with Jason somewhere in the vicinity.