Thankfully such was the case

It isn't everyday that one can watch a gal getting it fore and aft as she's suspended from a ceiling while it is happening. Charles was sucking one fat nipple as Jason played with the other as she drove back and forth between them. It was obvious to note that she was by no means a virginal ass fucker as she easily took in Jason's boner every time she pressed back.

Had she ever had a fist up her ass? Or pussy? I wondered, as all three picked up the pace. Somehow I knew she had. Probably Jason's or Charles'. Had she had both filled at the same time? If so, did she enjoy it as much as I had? Most like, I had to admit, if for no other reason that she knew precisely how to do it to me.

I knew, of course, that Jason and his staff got it on together, but just how much I didn't know. A definite question for the future. Were there more than Charles and Betsy? Was it his entire staff? Some ten in all? Did they have a mass orgy on occasion? Or break up in select groups? What would it be like to be involved with a dozen others? To have each and every one of them do something to me? Did all the female staff submit? Was it entirely male dominance? Or were there male submissives? Female denominates?

Nice things to think about, and participate in in the future, but I was horny now as I watched the three of them in the center of the room move even faster and faster. It was obvious that soon all would be crashing over the brink of climax.

I smiled at that thought. Surely when they were finished it would time for me again. Right? I hoped so as two cock exploded in Betsy's receptive body and their moans and groans filled the air as I wiggled in my harness in anticipation of coming attractions.

There were the other things we bought to be tried out, now weren't there.

Thankfully such was the case.

After Jason and Charles had relieved their built up pressures it was on for the night's entertainment.

With unspoken words they came to me. Each grabbed an end of the rod that was in the ring of my waist band and picked me up, after all I couldn't walk with a spreader bar still attached to my ankles, and carried me across the room to where Betsy was still hanging.

"Which way, sir," Charles asked at they balanced me on my feet between them.

"Fronts, I think. Let's place them back to back. Betsy loves tit attention and Kate's have been sorely neglected so far, except for the restriction of the harness."

Obviously Jason's words made perfect sense to Charles as he asked for no further comment but set to work. Each man unhooked one of my wrists from the rod and in concert lifted them up at the same time. I gave a quick glance up and saw two hanging chains from ceiling hooks, and that is where they aimed my wrists.

Each grabbed the rod still behind my back for leverage and up I went. Two seconds later both of my wrists were clipped to the hanging chains and they were pulling the rod out the ring.

I hung behind Betsy. Our asses pounced together a few times before I stopped swaying.

Jason's comments made perfect sense then. Placed back to back, our fronts, or more specifically our breasts, were easily accessible. When I felt warm hands at my ankles, I looked down. Betsy's ankles were being attached to my spreader bar.

There we were. Two females hanging from the ceiling by chains. Our legs spread wide by the spreader bar. Our fronts facing out. The only difference being that I was still in harness and she was basically nude.

I just knew her fat nipples were just has hard as mine between the straps that contained and dug into them.

Was there any way to enlarge nipples, I wondered, to come closer to the size of hers? I was still amazed by the area of darker skin on her tits. They were quite an eye-catcher. I wondered if they were more or less sensitive than my smaller dark area ones.

But that thought was put aside as I noticed Charles and Jason rummaging around the articles that we had just purchased awaiting across the room. What would they select, I wondered, as I felt Betsy wiggle her ass against mine.

"Get ready for a tit whipping, miss," Betsy whispered as she ground her ass against mine again.

"Do you like your tits whipped," I couldn't help but ask as we both saw them select a thin, flexible cane and turn back toward us.

"Like? Heavens, miss, I love my tits beaten. My ass and pussy too, as far as that goes. And you?"

Pussy? Oh, yes, I had very fond memories about my first night with Jason. He had whipped both my pussy and my tits, and later paddled my ass.

"Me too, although I haven't had as much as I'm sure you have. How long have you been into pain, anyway?"

"Oh years, miss. For years. That's one reason I took a position here when Mr. Jason's father offered it to me."

"His father?"

"Yes, miss. His father trained me and offered me to Mr. Jason when he went away to school."

"Trained you? You mean his father is the same?"

"Oh, yes, miss. I thought you knew. It is a family trait. All the males are dominate and the females submissive. They are trained that way from birth, miss."

"Is his father's staff involved, too?"

"Oh, yes. Both potential males and females must meet the family standards or they are not hired. It is a prerequisite for employment, miss, and all the staff it totally dedicated to it remaining so."

Well! That sure as hell answered some of my questions. A family trait, was it. And all the staff was involved. Damn, what a damned pleasant thought! If I remained with Jason I'd have plenty of "staff" members at my beck and call whenever the urge arose and Jason wasn't around. Or if he was, too, for that matter, like tonight.

"Aaahhhhhaaaaaagggaaa..." pulled me out of my dreaming as Jason landed the cane on my harnessed tits that stuck way out because of the straps.

Believe me, he got my full attention with that maneuver.

My exposed nipples registered instant pain and before I could even lower my eyes to inspect my most recent damage my nipples were wearing a black and blue mark of the cane. No doubt, "Aaaaahhhhaaa ..." about it, a cane was a wicked weapon as another bruise was added to the first.

My poor nipples, about all that was showing of my tits, were taking a real beating. So were Betsy's, as in between the pauses of Jason's cane, Charles' landed on Betsy's boobs.

Both of us were smashing our asses together as our tits were caned by the men. There was also the unmistakable scent of female arousal filling the air. Mine and Betsy's as the canes fell again and again.

We were both admitted pain lovers but that didn't stop our bodies from jerking and twisting with the reception of the administered pain. Our asses smashed together. Our legs jerked, pulling both of our ankles when either of us moved. But all in all, we had no where to go to escape the cane's landings.

All of my exposed nipples and part of my breasts were covered with the dark lines left by the cane when Jason reached up and undid the straps encasing them. Freeing them totally for the kiss of the cane to land. And cover them he did as the hanging straps flicked against our sides as we twisted in the air.

My tits began to resemble Betsy's in that a huge area was dark. Of course it wasn't truly my nipples that were growing, but it did look similar as each successive dark line was added to the collection of lines.

What must hers look like, I wondered, as mine got darker and darker with each stroke landed. Working his way from the ends, Jason progressed toward my chest wall, leaving dark marks in his wake. Tops, sides, bottom. The cane worked its way around my throbbing tits until it looked like all I had was nipples, damned little pink remained before they changed locations.

Down our ribs. Across our heaving stomachs the canes traveled leaving dark colors in their wake. Belly buttons, sunken deep in skin, were the only pink remaining as the canes came at swollen pussy mounds.

Horizontal lines decorated each and every hair when they switched to upstrokes and smashed into our leaking slots.

I screamed like I was dying as Jason slammed the cane into my aroused clit. In the back of my mind I wondered how much more it had to have hurt Betsy who had the ring in her clit. A ring that kept her clit totally exposed and even opened her cuntal lips more than mere arousal did. But as her screams of passion rose above mine, I knew.

We were both coming. The pain was an aphrodisiac to us. Our bodies twisted and squirmed, but we were coming with the canes. From upper chests to pulsating pussies, dark lines covered our bodies as our pain loving bodies came with each stroke.

And then they stopped.

Through tear filled eyes I saw Jason drop the cane and come to me, his cock leading the way. Even if Betsy and I weren't bound back to back I knew he would have fucked my caned pussy. And I wanted him to luck it.

Obviously so was Charles as his hands came around our bodies to clamp onto my whipped breasts as the four of us road passion's ladder to fulfillment and beyond.