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.
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