Surprise Reversal [Archive]

DungeonMaster6

01-27-2007, 06:14 AM

Louise was quite correct. The real estate person really did have a charming British accent. One of the first rules of being a successful salesperson, is "to sell yourself first." And when the lady handed Doug her card which read, "Elizabeth Cockrill ( Liz ), the man of average height and weight looked directly into her smiling brown eyes, and returned her warm greeting.

Not only was Liz charming, but she proved herself to be quite knowledgable about the product she was trying to sell. She and Louise seemed to hit it off immediately, and Doug couldn't help but steal a stealthy look at the brunette's rather shapely derriere and legs, as she led her prospective buyers from one solid looking room to another.

Doug certainly was glad Louise had spotted the ad for this house, and his slight annoyance at her for making this appointment without his knowledge had long since dissipated. In addition Louise has always been good at handling salespeople. He recalled the time when they purchased their initial personal computer. Doug snickers to this day at the way his wife handled him. She knew as much about what he was selling as the smarty salesman did. Heck, that man would've kissed Louise's butt right out in the middle of the showroom floor if she had demanded it, he wanted to make that sale so badly. He knew she would be more than a match for Liz when it came down to talking business.

"What a darling kitchen!" Louise raved as she spotted up-to-date cabinets and appliances. Doug was busy looking out the back door. "Wow look at the stately trees and rose bushes, and a six-foot privacy fence, Lou!" His smiling wife joined him at the window and they both gawked at the barrier that surrounded the entire circumference of the spacious backyard. "We could have some fun out there," she suggested. He knew exactly what his daring wife meant by "fun"; visions of her spreadeagled and naked danced in his deviant brain.

"Okay this way," Liz announced as she brought them out of their perverted reverie. Once again Doug couldn't resist watching Liz's bouncing buttocks as she led them down some steep steps toward the cellar. When she put her hand on the shiny doorknob of the solid oak door, she turned and looked at both of them. Liz explained that the Roqueforts had some rather unusual leanings. "Oh!" Louise and I answered together. "We do as well," Doug thought to himself as Liz turned the knob and pushed.

The first word Doug could think of when he saw a fully equipped dungeon was..."flabberghasted". Louise was beside herself. This was like a dream come true. How did these people know that they were into this and had been for years? They had a mini- dungeon in their condo, but it was nothing compared to this. Doug sat on a sturdy bench made of solid wood with leather padding and watched as his wife went around the spacious room, inspecting the various implements.

"Oh my God Doug, this room must be included in the sale."..."Agree babe...Liz!", he directed toward the saleslady, "if this room is left intact, you just may have yourself a sale." Liz grinned wide. "I'll talk to the sellers," she answered confidently.

At that point Louise asked Liz if we could try out some of the equipment, and the pretty saleslady agreed. In fact she insisted upon it. Doug was elated. Maybe Liz is into this as well, he thought. After all, she claimed that she knew the Roqueforts. How well, he wondered?

Another vision danced in Doug's head. Liz's naked body chained up and spread out right next to Louise. Or maybe in those stocks! There were all sorts of possibilities here.

Those thoughts were quickly dashed however, when Liz suggested leaving them there for an hour so that her prospective buyers could play in, she
hoped, would be their new dungeon. Doug was somewhat disappointed that Liz didn't stick around to witness this man dominate his slave-girl. Perhaps they'd invite her over after the sale, as a lascivious smile followed her very spankable bottom as it left the room.

Louise didn't waste any time. In what seemed like no time, she was bound upright with her knees and ankles tethered together with a ball-gag inseted. Since Doug did not expect to see this dungeon when he agreed to see this house, he was not dressed in his usual domination attire. Louise loved his black leather vest and jock strap, but today he merely removed his casual light blue button down shirt and undershirt, leaving him bare from the waist up.

Then he looked over at the row of whips that were aligned neatly along the far wall. He saw one he recognized from his own collection; it was black, four feet long with thirteen finely crafted tails. Taking it down, Doug strolled back to his trussed up wife. "I think we will start with this one, but first you must be naked." Doug always took pleasure in removing the last pieces of clothing from his slave.

gagged_Louise

01-27-2007, 07:21 AM

Tensing her tightly bound calves, Louise eyed this unexpected S/M dream playroom. It was all she might dream of and more, and a delicious shiver went through her naked flesh as she heard her husband's voice commanding her. She could do nothing to get out of this spot until released, and her mind drifted to the long winter nights hey'd be spending here when they'd acquired the place.

She felt Doug's hands undoing her bra at the back. "Mmmgh!" Louise moaned into the gag, relishing her muffled voice.
"What did you say, slave?" Doug asked in a foreboding tone.
She tilted her head and just looked at him, again a kittenish look in her eyes.
"Help!" she grunted into the gag, and then gave a giggle.
And as Doug showed her the whip he intended to begin with she felt totally at home.

DungeonMaster6

01-27-2007, 08:34 AM

Doug ran his hand sensuosly down Louise's back, slowly teasing her, listening to her sighs that were both reveling and wanting. His light touch on her soft skin sent her into heaven, but what she really wanted was a little bit of hell. The tallish, long haired Spanish beauty had grown to crave the lash, much like "O". Yes, Doug had whipped her many times, but never in a setting such as this. Oh she wanted this! "Please whip me hard!" She thought, but she knew better than to rush him.

The dark-haired man with gray at the temples stood in back of his lovely suspended senorita, holding a whip Louise should be familiar with. Without letting her wait another moment, the shirtless man held the handle of the menacing flogger tightly, and brought his wrist back. With a forward motion the dominant man snapped the tails onto the waiting bare back of the trussed up damsel. Her reaction was predictable: a shriek into the ball-gag and an arched back. Allowing for the full effect to permeate her body, he hesitated before delivering the next slash, an inch below the first one. Same result. The next one fell forcefully across both bottom cheeks. Louise loved having her ass whipped. But her weakness was her thighs, and when the next flash lit up her vulnerable back left thigh, she yanked her bonds, threw back her head and let out a high-pitched yelp into the hard-rubber gag.

A few more stripes across her back, buttocks and thighs completed the whipping of her backside. But Doug wasn't quite done. He strolled over to where the implements hung, put up the long flogger and took down a shorter one with only six tails. "Perfect," he said with a slight smile.

Facing his suspended slave this time, he saw her eyes widen. She knew what was coming...and she wanted it! The first slash landed on the top of her right breast. More yelps. Another one on the same spot on the left one. "Mmmph"
The next one caught her directly on the right nipple. She screamed into the gag. He checked between her legs; a fucking river, he smiled. Another slash, on her left nipple, same result.

The methodical whipping continued right down her tummy. Red marks soon covered her abdomen. He purposely skirted her pussy, but did not neglect the front of both thighs.

Waiting a few moments to admire his freshly whipped woman, he had to resist the urge to take her down, lay her down and fuck her right then and there. But not yet.

He held the handle of the short whip so that the strands pointed downward. Taking careful aim, Doug swung the tails slowly toward her sacred juncture. Despite her ankles and legs bound together, her pussy was still vulnerable, and he had the perfect tool for using on narrow places. Tapping the strands slowly against the hairy female organ, he could see in her eyes. She was begging, please whip my pussy! The man obliged with a hard thwap! Louise sagged in her bonds, letting the penetrating pain spread throughout her now turned-on body. Doug looked into her eyes once more. The peek of agony was there for sure, but he also detected a sincere thank you.

That was all he wanted to see, for Doug was not a sadist. Louise was a willing participant, who got what she wanted.

They had an hour, he thought. This scene had taken a half hour. He looked over at the stocks and smiled.

gagged_Louise

01-27-2007, 01:23 PM

Louise felt almost dizzy with pain and excitement as Doug released her feet and knees from the ropes. He motioned to take out the gag but she shook her head and grunted back. The brimming feeling in her skin and her thoughts required this lock on her mouth if she was not going to blow up from inside, she thought.
Leading his wife on the rope like on a leash, Doug went without hesitation for the stocks. He looked at her and the glow in her eyes was lustrous. If any other man had brought her close she would have refused and run off, but with him she felt secure even if she knew it would be strange.

-Imagine you're a witch, baby. Imagine you've been taken to the castle jail and brought in, hands chained. Now the warden will chain you in this thing in front of all the people coming to church. They'll all see you humiliated and hoot at you, hoping to watch you being tortured tomorrow. Are you ready?
-Mmmgh! Louise purred. She was begiinning to feel red hot.

Five minutes later she was locked in the stocks. her neck in the middle upper hole, her hands in the two side holes, and her feet again tied together .With her ass planted on a thin cushion to give her some little comfort, she grunted at Doug and tried to picture him as the jail warden. It worked surprisingly well in this place.

DungeonMaster6

01-29-2007, 04:39 AM

Doug couldn't help but admire the way Louise fit into the stocks. His elation at even finding this medievel device in this unexpected dungeon was both surprising and perverse. Visions of the Inquisitions with shrieking, terrified victims locked into this torture implement danced in his brain.

Today, however, Louise was a very willing participant, and Doug knew from the first moment he saw these stocks, when Liz offered them the opportunity to try out this equipment, they would indeed make use of this. How could he allow such a classic torture device to sit idle?

The way Doug's mind worked, seeing his lovely wife's freshly whipped body locked in made him wish Liz was down here to see this. Perversely, thoughts of the lovely real estate lady locked into this same position lingered as well. Or maybe suspended from the ceiling by her wrists with her legs spread wide.

Evidence of Louise's early spanking that morning was stiff evident and since she'd just been whipped Doug decided to use something else this time. Looking over at the devices on the far wall, he strolled over and spied a clear plastic bag hanging downward that contained of all things clothespins. There looked to be at least six of them . "These will suffice," he boasted as he removed the bag from it's hook.

With Louise in the position she was in, she couldn't see what her dominant man had, but when he came around front, she gasped. He had put nipple clamps and clothespins on her before, and she knew to breathe in sharply. The first one on her left nipple squeezed steadily and she exhaled slowly allowing the pain to spread. The matching one on her right nub produced the identical response. But Doug wasn't done. He returned to her rear and reached between her legs. Very carefully and just before he heard Louise gulp air, he placed the wooden pin on her right labia. Her audible sigh was quite evident even though it was muffled. Another one on her left pussy lip doubled the bent over woman's discomfort.

Stepping back, Doug admired his handiwork. This was such fun.

gagged_Louise

01-29-2007, 06:53 AM

Louise drew air in short, uneven breaths. She knew she had to keep calm and try to breathe slowly if she wanted to push down the biting pain, but she had never been locked into anything like this before and was both frightened and heavily excited. The pain rode from her tormented breasts into her helplessly clutched neck, and down into her bowels. She gazed at Doug with a feeling between fear and wonder and felt her clit growing really wet by the minute.
Without really knowing it, she clenched her fists, feeling the imminent shot of cumming hovering over her like a dark moon. Louise purred and moaned with excitement as she waited for her jail warden to watch her or talk to her.

lizeskimo

01-30-2007, 05:34 AM

"Well, well, well, it seems like the Gilmores are more than just curious about the cellar" Liz whispered to herself, looking intently at the monitor.

She had niggling feeling when she first met this charming couple that there
was a lot more than to them than just merely clients looking for a new home. Very rarely did her gut instinct let her down when it came to people who she thought were kinky, and of course she was delighted to know she was right .

"Ah the beauty of subtle body language wins the day yet again" she half chucked to herself. "Right, lets have a closer look at this rather nice scene that's unfurling"

Liz fiddled with the zoom control for the cctv until she had a close up of louise's clamped breasts dangling from the stocks, and then panned the camera onto her gagged face. " Very nice mr. Gilmore, looks like your wife really does like the treatment you are dishing out, maybe i should give you just a little while longer to see where you're taking this. A little excuse is need though!"

Liz turned on the intercom feed to the cellar and announced brightly " mr and mrs. Gilmore, I have a couple of important calls to make to the office and another client. It will take me another hour or so, will you be okay staying down there or would you like me come down to let you out now?"

Liz had a feeling what the answer would be, so she poured herself a mug of steaming coffee from a small flask that she had prepared earlier in the day. She sat back deeper into the armchair and waited for the reply, smiling to herself inwardly.

DungeonMaster6

01-31-2007, 05:02 AM

Hearing Liz's sexy voice over the intercom prompted a sly smile. Doug really wanted to see her again. The jean-clad dominant man wanted nothing better than to have the charming lady let her hair down, so-to-speak...and maybe her skirt and panties as well. Perhaps if she got a first hand look at slave louise being put through her paces, it just might stir something up within her.

Meanwhile, since they were given some extra time to play, Doug once again peered over to where the toys were hung. Such a wide range of implements to choose from, he mused. He smiled.

gagged_Louise

01-31-2007, 06:20 AM

Listening to Liz's cheerful, businesslike voice with her neck and hands locked in the wooden implement, Louise drew breath again. Now there was no way back: she knew she was in for more flogging or spanking, and she felt totally convinced they would get this house. She wrung her hands and savoured her total brute helplessness, and in her mind's eye she dressed up Doug with a medieval armour, a flag and a woollen hood. "I didn't sign up with the Devil" she whispered to herself, getting in character.

This place was just too good to be true! Drooling around the gag Louise looked around the luxuriant range of chains, whips and the spanking bench in the middle. her reddening ass put her fully on alert that she would not sleep well tonight, but who could sleep after having seen this bdsm heaven? Suddenly it ran through her mind that Liz was an acquaintance of the Rochefort couple, she wondered if it might just be that the nice estate agent shared these kinky inclinations. And if she did, would Doug be infatuated with her? But no, she brushed it aside: Doug was her own and she could count on that nobody would oust her from his affection and his wish to force her to new limits of pain and pleasure. Those clamps piercing into her womanhood, the enslaved Louise felt exposed and suffering but blistering with the turn-on. He was behind her somewhere, her Master could see her worked-over ass, and she waited, wondered what he might pick next..

DungeonMaster6

02-01-2007, 04:36 AM

Doug certainly admired the Rochefort's style. Anything one could possilibly think of was here in this dungeon: Whips, paddles, restraints, clamps, a few canes, a riding crop, straps, butt-plugs, dildos, a figure-8, and cock rings of various sizes.

Wait a minute! Doug thought. "A figure-8? ...Cock rings?" Maybe Mr. Rochefort was a submissive...Or maybe he was a switch?... Interesting indeed. He knew a few.

But what about Ms. Cockrill? ...An intercom?...That was rather bizarre...First she locks us in here for an hour so he and Louise could try-out this equipment, then announces that they could stay another hour?...What the hell was she doing upstairs?... "Other clients," she said. He shrugged.

Strolling over to where the toys were, the shirtless man spotted a rubber dildo. He took that and a seven inch butt-plug, then gazed over to his locked-in slave. "I think it's time to try something else, my dear."

Removing the ball-gag, he asked sarcastically if she were having fun. She stretched her jaws a bit and replied, "Yes Sir." Caressing her on the side of the face, she never failed to please him... "I have something else for your mouth," Doug said with a wry smile. "Suck on this!" He then forced the head of the rubber cock in her mouth. "Hold it slave! There will be severe punishment if you drop it!" It was almost comical the way she tried to reply to his command.

Then Doug walked around to her rear and spread open her butt cheeks, revealing her rear passage. Lubricating the butt plug with some of her pussy juice, he slowly penetrated her anus. She moaned for sure as each inch found it's way in, until the whole seven inches was buried to the hilt.

Stepping back, he wished Liz could see this.

gagged_Louise

02-01-2007, 05:47 AM

Hearing his steps come closer, Louise looked up and saw her Dom standing before her, gesturing to he that it was time o change the gag. She wriggled in the stocks and opened her jaws as wide sh could, feeling the ball gag with its bitter taste being taken out. She couldn't deny it had been great, but the sight of the rubber dildo in Doug's left hand turned her on too. Would hee...? Yes, he put it into her mouth, telling her to keep to it and hold it in. Louise took it in her mouth with eager fascination, sucking it wiith her tongue in slow strokes.

The growing feeling of pressure as she felt her behinds shoved apart by her husband's next idea made her grunt with renewed pain. "No---Nnngh...- Noo!..." she mumbled over the dildo while struggling to keep it in her mouth. Heated by the sting from her tits and the throbbing drive into her butt, she began crying softly, looking at Doug as he paced the floor.

Her eyes swelling with tears, Louise signaled to her husband and tormentor to please help her keep the thing in. After three minutes he seemed to get it and came up to his slave with a rope, securing the shaft of the dildo and tugging the hemp rope tight behind her head to tie it off. Her mouth was completely filled and she felt as if somebody was actually probing her from behind. Louise had never been in bed with two men at once, but she had sometimes pictured herself in such a situation. She abandoned herself to the feeling as she fondled the dildo and caught Doug's eyes looking at her red lips. He seemed to detect her abject sluttiness for sure. She grimaced at him for fun, and his dark eyebrows wrinkled with a half-smile.
"That's right, slave Louise, just suck on" he said in a mock harsh voice. "And feel the looks of all the people of the village on the church patio, looking on at your degradation"

He went behind her and three times he swatted her ass with a smaller whip. The pain and humiliation ran through her like bullets, making her breasts go even harder.

DungeonMaster6

02-01-2007, 07:37 PM

slave louise was certainly a sight to behold: Clothespins on her tits and pussy lips, a rubber dildo tightly tied in her mouth, a butt-plug firmly imbedded in her ass; all while locked into the stocks. Oh how Doug would love to see that real estate lady in the same position.

The dominant man thought a minute, walked over once again to where the whips hung, and this time selected the riding crop. This wiry thin implement would be perfect for what he had in mind.

Right off, he couldn't resist giving her right hind cheek a short swat. Since she couldn't see behind her, the sudden jolt surprised the locked-in lady so much she screeched into her cock-gag, while allowing the plug in her ass to slip a bit. "Don't drop that butt-plug slave!" Doug admonished, while giving the other cheek a shot with the crop. Evidently she was expecting that one, for the response wasn't nearly as demonstrative.

Knowing how sensitive the insides of her thighs are, Doug eased the flat head of the crop between her splayed legs, resting it right against the soft skin. Hearing her gasping reaction, he lifted the instrument away, then quickly THWAPED her hard, leaving a red implant on the spot. Yelping into her penis-gag, she shook her body trying to ease the searing pain. The man waited a minute, then repeated the THWAP on her other inner thigh. Identical reaction.

Then allowing the pain to subside, he decided to give her a reward. Sticking his finger between her legs, he found her clit and massaged it slowly. Soon her sighs turned pleasurable.

He smiled. His lady was really getting into this, he thought as he flicked each of the clothespins with the head of the crop, drawing instant yelps. Of course he rewarded her again. The river between her legs had turned into a fucking ocean.

Maybe they could spend the rest of the hour playing like this?

lizeskimo

02-02-2007, 08:44 AM

All the while Liz was watching the whole kinky affair unfold before her, fiddling around with the camera's zoom facility, homing in on mr. Gilmore in particularly when he picked up the cock rings and the figure of eight. She homed in on his face and the tiniest of reactions gave him away. She was sure he wasn't just being curious, he looked far too interested in them.

"I think he would like to try those given half a chance. Maybe he isn't as dominant as he thinks he is" Liz thought, her smile growing bigger.

Liz looked at her watch and saw there was only half an hour left before she had to go back downststairs again, so she panned the camera back so she could see all of the lovely action and sipped the last of her coffee.

She hitched her feet up onto the chair, hiked up her pencil skirt and slowly started rolling down the thick stocking on her left leg revealing a shiny black covering, where one would normally see a dash of flesh.

Not even watching what see was doing, instead watching the Gilmores at play Liz slowly undressed herself,folding every item neatly and placing it on the volumnous chair's arm. Eventually revealing a jet black, highly glossed casuit that was open down to her breasts. The buckle fronted corset around her waist nipped Liz in just enough to give her that classic hourglass look.

"I wonder how they will react when I open the door. I'm sure they will be ever so pleased. If they're not, who can they complain to, the estate agents? That wouldn't do much good, I own it....problem solved! "Liz chuckled to herself. " I'm positive they will appreciate me walking in all rubbered up, even if it's just for the fun factor." Liz zipped up the catsuit up to just below her throat then fumbled in her bag for her hood. As a zip up the hood went on without any difficulty. Zipping the catsuit right up completed the look. She almost bounced up of the chair, nearly slipping over in the process, and admired herself in the antique framed ornate mirror on the wall behind her. All she could see of her body were her eyes, mouth and hands.

Liz looked at her watch again "I'll be down in ten minutes mr and mrs Gilmore" the rubbered up lady announced through the intercom. she then took her watch off and placed it with her clothing.

A little shiver crept up her back, making her shake her arms and shoulders a little.... Liz smiled again.

DungeonMaster6

02-03-2007, 08:36 AM

Even while working over his slave's voluptuos, freshly-whipped body, Doug's mind kept thinking about Ms. Cockrill. He was sure there was more to her than merely being the real estate person. And when her lovely British accent knifed through the air with an announcement that she'd be down in ten minutes, something stirred in the dominant man's manhood.

He needed to take advantage of these last minutes alone with his long-haired submissive. louise's bottom had lost some of its color from this morning's over-the-lap spanking, he noted, although the clear, red marks from the recent whipping were still evident across her alabaster behind.

Instantly he knew what to do. Removing a long, oblong-shaped leather paddle from its hook, he tapped the smooth, black instrument against her waiting, vulnerable backside. Instantly the bent-over, locked-in beauty began to wriggle her butt cheeks, involuntarily...or maybe voluntarily, knowing what a pain-slut she is.

Doug wasn't about to disappoint her. A quick, hard smack right in the center of her thrusted-out derriere produced a muffled sigh into her cock-gag. In rapid succession, the shirtless man whacked her hard; up, down, left, right and across. More yelps. She was also squeezing her rear muscles trying desperately not to drop the butt plug. He could just let her drop it, as an excuse to punish her, but he decided not to be so cruel, and slowly eased the buried bulbous object from her anus. Her spanking continued however, with her ever reddening hind cheeks getting warmer by the second. He wanted louise's bottom to have a nice shiny glow by the time Liz reappeared.

gagged_Louise

02-05-2007, 04:29 AM

Bent over and sweating, Louise grunted hard into the cock gag as she felt her butt being paddled. "No!" she crowed, knowing that she was in no position to stop Doug from giving her the abuse she wanted. She had heard the cultivated voice of Liz announcing time was soon up, and gr mood was somewhere between slight shame and exaltation. She couldn't possibly hide from Liz that they had been doing more tha just looking at the equipment here - Louise doubted she would even be able to stand up straight without breathing hard a few times - but she knew they would get this place. Doug would not let her down after taking her on so hard, that much was sure.

It wandered into her mind though: how much was Liz really into these bdsm interests? She had not seemed thr least shocked or diffident, and her fine figure made Louise suspect she might even have been a guest at some of the Rocheforts' fetish parties. Wouldn't it be fine if they could cultivate the friendship with her and have her join in some nights?.

He slapped her ass again, and Louise came once more, just let it go. "Slave, slut..." she thought proudly as she licked the cock gag and imagined Doug and another man probing her back as well as her clit. "Nnngh!" she groaned looking out over the chains and beams around the big room.

Doug knew they had to get her loose now. She oozed sweat and cum and he had no doubt Liz would detect they had had a good time, but at least they should be dressed like civilized people. "That's fine, darling, you were beautiful" he said. "Now let's get you loose"

He undid her feet, pulling them free of the shackles holding them to the wooden board. And slowly, he pulled out the heavy butt plug. Louise groaned again as her ass became more exposed and fresh air hit her reddened anal cheeks. She giggled and wept softly from pain and release.

And just then, she heard the key turning in the door...

lizeskimo

02-05-2007, 06:56 AM

Liz had slipped on a pair of wrist length latex gloves, picked up the cellar key then padded softly down the stairs to the house's lower level. Feeling a slight change of temperature seep through her shiny second skin, she stood behind the heavy cellar door and picked up a riding crop from an umbrella stand situated to the left of her, which contained other crops and whips and of course three obligitary umbrellas. Putting her ear next to the stout wood, she listened intently to mr and mrs Gilmore on the other side and imagined them frantically trying to put themselves back into some form of presentable order.

Knowing that she had all the keys to any of the lockable equipment tucked away in a little safe inside one of the oak trunks in the cellar, mrs. Gilmore was stuck in the stocks until she decided otherwise.

"The first rule of using anything that locks, make sure you have the keys first. I'm afraid someone will have to be punished for that little error" Liz giggled." First thing is first though, reactions being top of the list!"

With a theatical flourish Liz put the key in the lock and turned it painfully slow, just to get the Gilmore's attention. She opened the door even slower, making it creak on it's one hundred year old hinges.

The latex clad Liz took two steps into the cellar and looked slowly from left to right, finally settling her eyes onto the couple. She stood there motionless for a few seconds, then turned her body to face them directly. She pushed the door with the handle end of her crop just enough so it wouldn't slam shut.

Without a single word spoken Liz kept on looking at the Gilmore's steadily. "What a wonderful sight these two are" Liz thought to herself. "Mrs Gilmore trapped in the stocks and mr. Gilmore heaving from his gallant efforts having tried to free her with no success. All very nice"

Liz could feel the cold of the floor coming through the latex now, so she would have to move around soon and put on some suitable footwear. "Don't want to get cold toes, so that could be a little first task for one of them if they are agreeable to playing with me" she mused.

DungeonMaster6

02-06-2007, 04:14 AM

Doug was indeed in a dilemma. Having just removed the clothespins from slave louise's nipples and tonguing those sensitive nubs back to life, and after doing the same to her pussy lips, he figured he'd allow his lady one last pleasure before Liz returned.

Hearing the long haired siren come during her spanking pleased him, for giving his lady rapturous enjoyment was his ultimate goal. So while he had his head between her thighs, he found her clit and began tonguing it, hoping to bring her off again.

Louise's breathing escalated, when Doug heard the key enter the lock on the dungeon door. A bit of levity and concern entered his brain. What if at that moment the real estate lady were to walk in, with him having his face firmly pressed into his lady's twat? Should he continue licking?

At that traumatic moment the shirtless man just realized something else. HE DIDN'T HAVE THE FUCKING KEY TO THE PADLOCK!

Immediately he got to his feet, his face smeared with pussy juice, while he heard the doorknob turn. Seconds later Doug heard the door shut, and the man who longed for Liz's return in the hope of turning her into another one of his slaves, gaped at what he saw.

gagged_Louise

02-06-2007, 04:06 PM

"Jeez, this isn't happening" Louise thought for a moment as she saw the catwoman who had just entered through the door. She could hear nothing but Doug's sudden hard breathing and her own faint grunting, but as she saw the tall, dark cat suddenly gliding into view and tugged at her hands, she became more eager to get out of these stocks at any price. "mmmgh! Mmgh!" she growled at Doug, still silenced by the gag. Why didn't he let her loose, at least?
"No, no, Sir - don't stop having fun and especially do not take the gag off your lovely wife!" From the first word spoken, Louise knew that it was indeed Liz under that cat skin. The delivery was slow, a bit theatrical, but the voice was unmistakably the estate agent's. Louise stared at her, then swallowed and kept struggling blindly with the locked stocks - not knowing of course that they had no key at hand.

A catwoman? Louise stared at the lady and her whip. Oh jeez, what would happen next? She couldn't see Doug's face but she somehow sensed he was as stunned as she was herself. The woman flexed her whip slightly, and Louise's butt jumped. Would she really be whipped by the lovely Mrs Cockrill?. Or - would Doug be?

Her back and her clamped breasts suddenly swelled with pain. Nnngh, who can I turn to? she thought between the spasms of ill-ease going through now that the turn-on was waning.

lizeskimo

02-12-2007, 09:52 AM

By the look on mr. Gilmore's face, he hadn't recognised Liz's voice yet "hmm, this could be an unexpected advantage, he doesn't seem to have clicked on who I am" Liz thought. "Let's see what I can get away with" Thickening her accent a little to disguise her voice she looked directly at
Mr. Gilmore. "Would you be as kind as to fetch me a pair of shoes from the cupboard behind you. Size seven, thankyou.

Without a word mr. Gilmore went to the cupboard and retrieved a pair of pair of pointed toed black shoes with a buckle at the front and two inch metal spiked heels.

"Ah a very nice selection I must say" Liz said as she casually sat on one of the various trunks placed around the cellar. She raised her right leg and wiggled her foot in mr. Gilmore's direction. " Do be a darling and put them on me."

Liz looked straight into mrs. Gilmore's eyes and smiled broadly. "Well it seems to me you both have been enjoying yourselves."Don't worry my dear we will get you out of there soon. By the way you look so sweet wearing clamps and a nice gag"

Even though mrs. Gilmore knew who the latex lady was, there was nothing, for now anyway, she could do to alert her husband as to who this woman really was.

gagged_Louise

02-13-2007, 03:37 AM

Locked and trapped in her suit of pain, ouise fought to hold off panic somehow. She could see Liz coming closer from the door, wearing the catsuit. The tall, forceful Lou wanted to yell to her husband, but the efficient gag he had applied had forced her to surrender all talk, and she could only grunt and writhe in her uncomfortable position. She panted hard as Liz eyes met hers, commanding her attention with a force she had never realized the gentle estate agent might have. They would both be in f trouble, but she had no idea who would come first.
With relish, Liz flexed her whip, and Doug shuddered slightly. Louise saw it from an angle, jerking her head: if she hadn’t been locked like this, she knew Mr. Gilmore would have jumped at the intrepid visitor and knocked her over. But Liz was now in a position to play them off against each other: neither would really know how to resist hard, as long as Liz could instantly punish the other. Or was it really that bleak…? Oh my God, Louise thought, moaning into the gag and feeling her pain.

“Yes, it’s lovely to see such a couple in this old dungeon” Liz said again masking her voice. Now Mr, I see you’ve been enjoying toiurself and youe slave is all wet and nice, so may I just give her some extra dessert?”
“Nnngh!” Louise grunted as she heard the words and Liz steps round the stock to her back. But what could she do? Her fiercely red ass was open to Liz’ assault, and Doug wasn’’t up to protesting.
Louise heard the crackle of the crop and then the biting slash onto her ass.
“MMMGH!!” she cried, bucking her head wildly . “Mmmgh! No!!”
“Like it, Louise?” said the female voice behind her, and struck anew. Pain ran like a rolling fire through her once more.
“mmmpf! Nngh! “
Third time around, and Louise felt close to panic, not just from the pain but from fear of what would happen to Doug.

DungeonMaster6

02-13-2007, 04:13 AM

Doug was confused. A normal manly reaction occurred for sure when he saw the person in the catsuit. Excitement mixed with fear invaded his senses. The lithe body shape, molded tightly by the smooth material, was similar to the real estate lady's, but the accent was different. Could it be Mrs. Rochefort? Based on some of the implements he had seen hanging around the dungeon, the lady of the house could very well be the dominant one.

He wasn't sure though.

When catwoman asked in a commanding tone if he'd find a pair of shoes for her to wear, his submissive side kicked in and he obeyed instantly. In addition he was more than willing to put on those shoes, his hard-on swelling to new lengths while kneeling at her feet to accomplish the task.

Even though his eyes were riveted on the mysterious creature before him, he wondered what Louise was thinking?

lizeskimo

02-13-2007, 10:09 AM

Liz thwacked mrs. Gilmore's already punished three more times then stopped.She started to gently rub her sore ass with her latexed hand feeling each welt, the coldness making mrs. Gilmore shiver a little as it disapated the heat.

Mr. Gilmore looked as though he was in shock as how this woman could walk in the cellar and totally take over without any effort whatsoever. "Mr. Gilmore, I do hope you don't mind me keeping your wife warm as you seemed to have neglected her for a while."

Liz had noticed the swell in mr. Gilmore's trousers as he put the shoes on her and thought to capitalise on this a little. Pointing to his crotch with her crop Liz laughed and watched carefully as he started to blush. "Is that for me or is it for your wife?"

Within a few minutes of being in the room Liz was guessing that mr.Gilmore wasn't the dominant that he portrayed himself to be, so she came straight out with "Looking at your reactions, one would rather suspect that you would enjoy being told what to do for a change, yes? There's nothing to be ashamed of....even your wife would agree if she didn't have that gag stuck in her mouth. If that is the case then select a pair of cuffs hanging from the wall and present them to me"

Mrs. Gilmore couldn't beleive what was happening to her husband, but deep down she was enjoying this turn around of events. She was half hoping he was getting his just desserts for foolishly not checking for keys to the stocks before they had started to play over two hours ago.

DungeonMaster6

02-14-2007, 04:17 PM

Doug was really hoping that catwoman would help him dominate his slave-wife. Two-on-one would be that much more titillating.Admitedly, he enjoyed watching this take-charge attitude she displayed, and when she whacked Louise on her backside, his manhood took another leap.

The normally dominant man was, however, a bit put off by her comment concerning his lack of attention paid to the bent-over, still stocked slave's rump. In addition she seemed to be talking down to him, as if she intuitively knew about his submissive side.

It was true that when he initially entered the scene many years ago, he did so as a submissive, but when he became a Dom, there were scant few women who he would allow to turn the tables on him, so-to-speak. Catwoman, whoever she is, obviously had the self-confidence that she could indeed do the job. Agreeably, Doug was somewhat excited by that fact as well.

While the kneeling man was placing those sexy looking shoes on her feet, he couldn't help but get a good look at her smoothly covered crotch, and when she requested/ordered him to fetch the cuffs, his heart pounded.

Handing them to her, Doug looked into her dark eyes, trying to anticipate her next move. He swallowed hard.

DungeonMaster6

02-17-2007, 08:58 AM

But suddenly, Doug's mind began figuring things out. Ms. Cockrill had announced she would be down in ten minutes...But who showed up?...Catwoman!...This was not Mrs. Rochefort!...It could only be one person!

This was not the way he envisioned this little scene going down, but nevertheless, he would wait to see what Liz had in mind.

And what was Louise thinking? She'd just been spanked again, this time by Catwoman. Knowing his wife, Doug guessed she probably reveled in it, as he gazed over at the still locked-in-lady's glowing backside.

gagged_Louise

02-18-2007, 05:41 AM

Louise felt fear and blood rush surging through her as she was whipped by Liz.. There was no way out for the moment, all she could do was let her bound and gagged body take the swipes. She gasped and grunted into her gag, but how long could this go on? Presumably Mrs Cockrill did want them to buy the house, but Louise told herself the joke might soon go too far. And how on earth would Doug react? She suddenly knew, with an intuitive flash, that Liz would soon be spanking Doug in some way as well.
Liz took two swipes more and then let up. “Slave louise seems to be a worthy painslut” she said in a confident tone to Doug, who first didn’t reply, then added “Y-yes, she’s always been into this stuff and I know she really enjoys it, bound and flogged. But don’t be too hard, I’ve already…”
Louise writhed slightly and felt both unease and awe for Liz. She suddenly hoped that she would get this back on her husband.

“Ah, you dicked slave, nobody tells me how hard I can handle them. Though I really prefer women as my bound slaves, men are a nice alternative” Catwoman said, though they both knew her identity by now. “I will know how to make you both feel grateful you went here. Hands behind your back now, Mr Gilmore!”

Doug’s mind started somewhere but his submissive side took over and he soon put his hands obediently crossed behind. As the catwoman stepped behind him he felt a tingle of the unexpected and yet, right now, inevitable.
Louise held her breath as she heard it. No protest. Oh jeez, he really is allowing it.

Liz put one cuff on Doug’s left hand, then put the other one on his right and clicked them shut.
They were her captives.

DungeonMaster6

02-19-2007, 04:33 AM

Doug, the normally dominant man, heard the click of the cuffs. He along with louise were instantly turned into Catwoman's/Liz's captives!

Years of female domination flashed through his brain as the bound, shirtless man stood with eyes downward. It had been at least five years since he allowed himself to be Dommed. He had been through it all: spanked(he had a high threshold), whipped, strapped, cropped and caned. He endured nipple clamps and clothespins, butt plugs and dildos up his ass, as well as cock and ball torture. He vividly recalled a session in which a Domme had chained his wrists over his head, placed a spreadbar between his ankles and put clothespins on his nipples and privates. With him blindfolded she proceeded to spank his ass with a hard leather paddle until his nether globes turned numb. If that wasn't enough she whipped his back, buttocks and thighs, then came around front and flogged his chest, stomach and thighs, cruelly whipping off each clothespin. As a reward, she then ran what felt like a vibrator over his swollen cock and Doug felt the cum being whooshed out of his body uncontrollably.

Now, however, as he faced this mysteriously intriguing Femdom, he felt a bit foolish as if he'd been trapped like a mouse about to be devoured by a feline.

He also felt guilt. How could an experienced dominant like himself forget about that key to the lock? Would louise enjoy watching her man being punished for that gross oversight?

From his point-of-view, however, he could have rebelled and overpowered Liz before, but something told him just to submit to this woman's whims.

DungeonMaster6

02-23-2007, 05:10 AM

She was purposely making him, Doug thought. The old "make them wait" game. He'd been through it before, and it does unnerve the sub to the point where you are practically begging to be abused. In fact he'd done this many times to his female slaves. It was strictly a mind game; after all the mind can be a devious sex organ.

This waiting also gave him time to think about his precious Louise. He thought about the time he met her at a party. It was at Mistress Rose's place, which was really an old unused warehouse, that she rented once a month for the purpose of throwing these BDSM parties. They had become so popular that she needed a large space.

There was bondage equipment all around this very large room. Spanking and whipping scenes were occurring everywhere you looked. Males were doming females, Femdoms were domming males as well as other femmes.

Doug felt completely at ease at these parties, because everybody there was there for the same reason, doing the thing they loved without any interference. Mistress Rose did employ some bouncers just in case somebody needed to be tossed, but there were really very few disagreements.

One time after he had just finished putting a tall redheaded sub through her paces, Doug was leaning against the bar, sipping on his jack and ginger when this rather tall, leggy, dark haired babe came sauntering up to him. She complimented him on the scene, saying she had wished she could've changed places with the redhead. Doug smiled and bought her a drink.

That was he and Louise's first meeting, and after she shared with him her limits, it wasn't long before she was suspended by her wrists, gagged and blindfolded. She loved it when he spanked her, reveled in the thorough whipping( back and front), and gleefully agreed to go home with his after the party.

As Doug looked back at Catwoman, he knew that no matter what happened here, there was no way he was going let Louise get away.

gagged_Louise

02-23-2007, 10:07 PM

Sweating and heaving with her pain now that the turn-on from being spanked by Doug had long subsided, Louise let her eyes sweep around the scene from her fixed head. She couldn’t see him full on, but she knew Doug had his hands locked behind him,standing there turned over to Liz as securely as she was herself. An almost forbidden feeling of spite entered her as she thought about how Doug would be Dommed and whipped for forgetting to hold the keys, but her mind seemed to split between pity for him and awe for this spunky Catwoman Domme, who could force her man into surrender and grab any pain she wanted from them. The silence was ominous.
-Mmmgh! Louise moaned, both out of hard pain and to somehow break the cold calm.
-Your time will come too, slave, her Domme replied. First I will have to make it a little more even, though - don’t you like that, Mr Gilmore?
He said nothing, and Liz went over to Louise.
-You look so good, pretty slave louise. You know you’re hot, and now you’re around here, we can have some fun all three-e – she stretched the last word out in her cheery brit accent...Louise thought of Mrs Thatcher for a moment, even if Liz’s voice was more mellow.

-I will ungag you for a moment now so that you may kiss this whip. It’s been used on your back, and soon it may be used to stripe your slave husband. That weak creature deserves to be Dommed and made to sob like a rabbit! she said in a charged, theatre angry voice.
Louise wanted to yell “NO!” but she was totally powerless.
Against her will, she nodded slightly, and Liz removed her ball gag, wiping the drool and sweat from her mouth. Then the penis gag inside. Louise breathed hard and looked up with slightly stern eyes.
With a slow, measured move Catwoman, or Liz – they’d melted into one – brought the staff of the whip close to her mouth. Louise hesitated for a moment, then kissed it.
-Very good, slave, the Lady replied and refitted the ball gag, buckling it tight. Then she turned and approached Doug.

lizeskimo

02-26-2007, 05:59 AM

Returning back to her normal voice, Liz sat on a splendidly carved chair and with an over the top wave at the restrained couple said " well this is all very nice mr and mrs Gilmore. You are both nicely restrained, I like that. Well by now, I guess you know who I really am, so I may as well dispense with my little disguise. " Liz took several moments to undo the hood and show her face to the Gilmores. " Ah that's better" she cooed, feeling the cooler air on her face and head. She neatly gathered her hair in a pony tail and secured it with an elastic band from a little pot on the floor next to her chair, all the while watching the bound duo for any reactions.

"Right, now I have your attention, time for business. Mr Gilmore go sit next to your wife." Doug got up and with a little difficulty plonked himself next to where Louise's head was protruding from the stocks. Already he was feeling the strain on his shoulders and could only imagine what his wife was going through.

"My you do look a perfect pair, all tied up and nowhere to go!.... "Mr and mrs Gilmore " Liz announced in a mock booming tone, "you have seen the whole house and this splendid 'secret extra room'. What do you both think? There is a small condition on it's sale though,
As you both know, the Roachfortes are very keen to sell, so they can move into a charming little castle they have bought in Scotland, through me of course....ahem!"

Liz got up from her chair and unbuckled Louise's gag, letting it uncerimoniously drop to the floor followed by a huge line of drool. She watched Louise moving her stretched jaws about, trying to work some normality back into them. There were deep red lines in her cheeks "That must have hurt" Liz thought and shugged her shoulders slightly.

"If you decide you want to buy, you will remain as you are and I shall dispense your punishment. However if you don't want to buy, I shall release you now, thank you for being such good sports and I will wish you good luck in your hunt for a new home."

The room went so quiet you could hear the perverbial pin drop. The Gilmore's looked at each other in for a few moments, and in unison shouted " yes ms. Cockrill we want to buy this house!"

Liz slapped her thighs and laughed out loud. " An excellent choice. I'm so pleased you have made the right decision. I hope you have many wonderful years living here and er upstairs as well.. Now that's the end of business side of things, let's play a little game. Mr.Gilmore, or should I say doug, get up and stand in front of louise, bend down as far as you can without bending your knees."

Doug done as he was told, perhaps a little too quickly, bending at the waist at almost ninety degrees. " My you are flexible doug, let's see how much" Liz lowered a rope and hook from the beam above doug and hitched it to his handcuffs. With a few tugs, doug's arms were wrenched up behind him towards the beam. He moaned loudly but didn't say anything.

"You do look rather fetching doug, your ass is nicely presented for your punishment. So louise what do you think I should do with your husband, the one who forgot to check for the keys to your freedom?" Liz, sat back down and tapped her crop on her left calf lightly " How many stokes do you think he deserves?"

gagged_Louise

02-27-2007, 02:55 AM

Her mangled back and her fixed, buzzing head cried out for help and a strong sedative to ease the pain, but Louise made an effort to think clearly. Once again the situation had turned around ninety degrees. She might be chained down and physically at the mercy of Liz, but by putting this choice to her, the Domme had somehow given her a key part in what would happen. Louise was determined they would get this place, and Liz had said it was a deal, but nevermind, it's always good to please the seller or the agent. Liz did seem eager to give Doug a beating, and strong vocies inside of Louise certainly cried out to see Doug bleed and cry for once, after he had put her to this momentous overload of pain.
But then, was it the end? Would Liz release them after she had spanked this Dominant man? Louise didn't quite think so. Liz might go further with both of them - it was the week-end, nobody would miss either of them for many hours - and she had said something about women being her preferred choice as bound and tortured slaves. That line both incited and frightened the stocked-down Hispanic woman. Louise.pushed her jaws around, tried to lick life into her drained mouth and eyed Doug. My Dom, my man. Anger and restraint ran through her mind.
Louise groaned as the spasms of hard, running pain came again from her butt. She tried to move her fixed hands, but it only made more sweat and adrenaline run through her. The pain assaulted her, she counted to five in her mind and then...She moaned, tried to think hard, then pursed her lips.
"Fifteen. Give him...fifteen hard lashes. And I...I'd like to see a crotchrope to tie down his dick; make it safe. Bet it's hard already, Doug?"

DungeonMaster6

02-27-2007, 04:48 AM

"Fifteen hard lashes!" Louise replied. Doug's impending punishment was about to occur. His muscular arms felt the strain of being in this awkward bent-over position.

At this point he was trying to recall what color were the briefs he donned this morning? He had a strong feeling that Mistress Liz was about to find out.

lizeskimo

02-27-2007, 09:25 AM

"Well doug, let's see what you're made of. Time to see some bare ass" Liz laughed out loud when she pulled doug's trousers down to his ankles, revealing a pair of red briefs with Mickey Mouse motifs. "So doug, this is the attire of louise's Dom....very fetching I must say!"

Doug could feel himself blushing deeply with embarrassment and could only mumble "yes Liz, er sorry, yes ms Cockrill" "My you do learn quickly" Liz laughed again as doug's trousers and briefs were uncerimoniously flung over the chair that Liz had just been sitting on.

Louise done all that she could to keep a straight face as her husband, save for his socks and shoes had been stripped naked. His penis was quite erect now, something that Liz intended in correcting immediately as requested by the stock bound louise.

"Just for our pleasure doug, not yours, I have here a rather nice crotchbelt just for you." Liz said brightly as she busied herself fastening a wide leather belt around doug's waist. " Now for the best bit.You will find the small pouch I'm stuffing your man thing into has lots of tiny pins inside, I don't need to tell you what will happen if you continue to get any harder." Liz buckled the front of the pouch to the belt at the front and pulled the whole thing as tight as she could making sure the strap went deep into the cleft of his ass cheeks and buckled it tightly at the rear side of the belt, pulling his penis backwards and crushing his testicles up inside his body.

"So louise, do you like your husband's new underwear? Much better than his last effort! Just to make sure you can't try and avade your strokes, a nice spreader bar will do the job I think"

Quickly Liz bound doug's ankles to the bar and as a final touch padlocked the bar to one of the many hooks protruding from the floor.

"Now doug, are you ready for this?" The crop whistled through the air and landed in the middle of doug's left buttock with a satisfying thwacking sound, making him jump in his bonds. He hissed loudly as he felt a searing pain, of which he hadn't felt for a long time. Liz hit his right buttock with as much vicious force as the left and again he hissed and tried to jump forward.

"This wont do, your'e squirming too much. let's adjust the strapaddo a little" Liz gave the vertical rope another tug making doug bend over even more, his arms pulled ever nearer towards the ceiling. " Oops I seem to have lost count, I guess I'll have to start again, but this time you can count each stroke for me doug and thank your wife for suggesting your punishment afterwards."

Thwack! "One ms Cockrill" Thwack! " Two ms. Cockrill" Thwack " Three ms. Cockrill" Thwack "Four ms Cockrill....that hurts so much!"

"Silence yourself doug or I may have to gag you. If it wasn't for your stupididy in the first place you wouldn't be in this position" Liz hissed. Thwack "Five ms. Cockrill" Thwack "Six ms Cockrill"

Suddenly the beating stopped and liz stepped back to admire her handiwork so far. Three nice deep red welts had appeared on each of doug's punished ass cheeks, almost the same colour as his discarded briefs which brought the tiniest of smile's to Liz's mouth.

"Well louise, I'm getting a little hot inside my catsuit, I could do with a little sit down. I think you have suffered long enough in the stocks, so I shall release you and let you finish punishing your husband. Would you like that my dear?"

Liz bent down and twiddled the dial on the safe inside the trunk and pulled out a large bunch of keys and waved them in front of doug's agonised face. "This what you should have looked for when you first started playing" "Yes ms. Cockrill, how stupid of me" doug said sheepishly.

Within a few moments Liz had freed Louise from the stocks, leaving her with her arms still bound to stiffly get up in her own time.
"Thankyou for releasing me ms Cockrill, i wasn't sure if i could have held out much longer. Those stocks are quite evil" louise mused.

"Turn around so i can undo the rest of your bonds, but obviously I don't want you to escape, so I'm afraid I'll have to chain on of your ankles to the floor, just for added security."

Louise's right ankle was locked into a metal shackle which was and a large chain running from another hook in the floor was attached. " Don't wan't you getting any big ideas dear" After louise's arms were free, she spent several moments rolling her shoulders around to regain the strength in her arms as Liz watched patiently.

Liz placed the bunch of keys back into the safe and handed her crop to louise in the same way a squire would hand a broadsword to his knight, but with a little theatrical flourish.

"You may begin whenever you want to dear, but rest assured, if you don't put maximum effort into each stroke you will be punished in the exact same way as your foolish husband, but I will double your strokes. If that is fully understood, proceed"

Louise drew back her still aching left arm and hit her husband squarely on the right buttock. "Seven ms.Cockrill" doug shrieked. Louise looked at Liz, who was now sitting back in her chair and gave her a little grin.
Thwack "Eight ms.Cockrill" The next hit was even harder then the first followed by another and another, each time doug counting the stroke.

When louise had reacked fourteen Liz got up and told louise to stop."Only one to go doug are you ready? Please hand me back the crop louise and be a dear, sit down on top of that bench behind you and put your hands behind your back."

Liz adjusted doug's spreader bar so it was open as far as his legs could spread and locked it in position. She moved behind him, lined her aim and slashed him as hard as she could between his legs, hitting the pouch that contained his manhood. The pain seared through doug's penis and he squealed like a pig. He stood there sweating and panting for what seemed like an eternity, squirming about,trying to get away from the pain . At last he said "fifteen ms. Cockrill. Er thankyou for suggesting my punishment Louise, I deserved it"

gagged_Louise

02-28-2007, 04:20 AM

Louise finished her line of swipes with relish. It was a very unusual feeling to be able to swat out pain on a Dom, but she felt strong and happy both from the knowledge they would almost certainly get the house and from being able to give Doug what he damn well deserved for his oversight. She let her strong, faultless mucles heave away thwack after thwack on that helpless back. Mmm!

His shouts became shriller and more agonized and Louise reveled at the thought of his dick tucked away and surrounded by those pins. Few things make a man feel more Dommed than having to expose his dick to pain and to a woman's control.

When Liz asked her to stop short of the last swipe Louise was a little bemused but she quickly found herself and sat down with her hands obediently crossed behind her, waiting, she felt sure, to be bound again. With some glee, she watched as Doug heaved with pain and his still cummed-up face grotesquely protruded from his neck. Yeah right, she chuckled inside, while knowing she would soon get her dues from Liz again.

DungeonMaster6

02-28-2007, 05:14 AM

This was not supposed to be happening. After seeing the dungeon, his immediate plan had been to show Liz how he dominated Louise, and in doing so would influence the sales lady into dropping her drawers, allowing Him to do the same to her. However, when the first lash landed on his protruding butt cheeks, this surprise reversal had come full circle.

Doug could tell by the way Catwoman/Liz was wielding that whip that she was no novice, and when she ordered him to count the strokes, it was obviously done to humiliate him further, especially in front of his wife, who seemed to be encouraging Mistress Liz in his utter debasement.

This position with his arms forced strainingly up behind him, with the spreaderbar actually making his butt cheeks part, was indeed humiliating enough. But the devious vixen had found his weakness, or any man's for that matter. Initially when the bent over, now slave, felt her soft fingers on his cock, doug thought she was actually going to give him some pleasure( he could feel the precum ooze out). That idea was short-lived however, when he felt the sheath go around the entire length of his semi hard manhood, and the horror of those prickly little needles threatened to puncture his sensitive skin if he got an erection.

He could he not let himself get hard!

However, when Ms. Cockrill began stripping off the catsuit, and even from his bent over state, nature took it's course...He began sweating bullets as his painful report reverrated around the walls of the dungeon.

Both ladies seemed to enjoy watching him suffer, especially when Liz freed Louise and offered her the whip. For the first time in their relationship, the usually bound and gagged wife was about to whip her husband, to the encouragment of Ms. Cockrill. Even though he tried to relax his hind cheeks in an effort to relieve the burning buildup, the sizzling stripes seared his ass, as he squirmed and blurted out each number. It was one thing to be have his ass whipped by a perfect stranger, but it was quite another to be flogged by his own wife!

How humiliating indeed! In one afternoon the once proud dominant man had been ignominiously reduced from Master Doug to slave doug.

lizeskimo

03-01-2007, 05:34 AM

Liz walked around to doug's front, bent down and grasped his chin with her latex clad hand and pulled his head up so his grimacing face was level with hers. "That is what happens to those who forget that safety, in your case remembering the location of keys, is the most important thing with any form of BDSM play. Let that be a lesson to you" Liz chided.

Doug opened his mouth and was just about to blurt something out when Liz put a finger to her lips to signal silence and doug sighed quietly but didn't utter a word. "That's better, I will decide when you should speak, not you" Liz let go of his chin and his head flopped back to is former position.
"As you took your punishment well, it's only fair that you should experience a little pleasure. Doug lifted his head with a smile on his face. "No,no,no, not you doug, I was talking to your lovely wife. I haven't finished with you yet."

Liz tapped her crop on Doug's pouch lightly making him wince." Not smiling now are we? I saw what you were doing to louise earlier" Both doug and louise looked a bit puzzled which made Liz laugh out loud. She pointed toward the top left hand corner of the cellar, and their eyes followed dutifully. Then they both noticed the faint red light twinkling at regular intervals.

"Well you know I just couldn't resist watching what you would get up to when I left you alone earlier. Don't worry, nothing was recorded, I'm not that sort of person" Doug and Louise's faces both looked a little shocked but also relaxed when Liz said the last part about no recording had been made.

"Just for the record, I am very pleased you have decided to buy the house, I think you will make very good owners and I'm sure the Roachfortes will will be overjoyed that the house has been sold to people who will keep up it's fine traditions here in the cellar. I'll put you touch with them if you like so you could, well, organise a little get together in the future. Anyhow i'll do that later when we complete the paperwork."

Louise still sitting on the bench, looked at Liz, smiled then bowed her head slightly." That would be exciting, having a play party. Just like the old days" she thought. She sunk into a little daydream, imagining about all the wonderful things she and her husband could get up when they moved into the house.

gagged_Louise

03-02-2007, 08:11 AM

Louise had felt amazed at the news that Liz had been able to watch her entire ordeal, had seen everything, but she also felt some pride. I did it well, and she respects me as a subbie, she thought. Slave louise stood up to the pain, she thought even as the ache in her butt and her wrists still burnt through her. She knew Doug was her Master, but Liz had shown such guts in taking over the situation and then giving Doug what he deserved; she began toying with the thought that she'd submit to Liz, if just for today. As a straight girl, the idea of being enslaved by another woman was one Louise found kinda weird, but not tasteless.

"Ms Cockrill, it's really news to me but then you saw him torturing my ass so hard. Now that this lovely boy..."
"Silence, lady!" Liz interrupted with a firm, though not mean, voice. "As long as you're in this dungeon today you will observe slave rules. And a slave only gives her opinion when she is asked to do so"
"Forgive me, Ms Cockrill" Louise replied demurely, bowed her head a bit and firmly kept her hands crossed behind her.
"Yes, I watched your playtime, Louise. I did see how gracefully you took the spankings and the use brought on you by your Sir. He was very enthusiastic if a bit carried away. Too bad he got careless, but I am impressed with your guts and interest, both of you, and with your endurance, Louise. Now that your tormentor is chained down, he'll have to pay for his lack of attention, however, and he will do it in a way I know will please you too, Louise. First we must care for youir wounds a bit, though.
Louise looked up, tilted her head and gave a shy smile.
"You will be bound and gagged while you help me punish your man, but you will be enjoying it. He may, too..." she added with an ironic twist.
"Please, Ms Cockrill, this slave begs you to allow her to fix her eyes and lips before being bound and gagged again. So much drooling, and it means something to a woman..."
"Of course, slave louise. Ah, that's your handbag over there is it?"
Doug was looking on, still head pushed forward and grunting in pain. His dismay at what he saw was making his face red. His wife seemd to be approaching ad shamelessly fraternizing with their enemy, even down to using the word "slave". Slave to Liz?.Doug wanted to break into swearing but it would just have sounded corny and earned him a gag.

Liz brought over louise's handbag and stood by her. She nodded, signaling that Louise could move her hands in front and do what she wished. Louise eagerly dug up her lipstick and carefully applied new pink, then added some green shadow at her eyelids..She rubbed her tortured cheeks and drew in air, then looked up at Liz and into the room. Liz was smiling at the young woman beside her.
"Thank you, Ms Cockrill"

Putting her handbag down, Louise steadied herself immediately and put her hands behind her back. Liz cut a length of thick hemp rope and seized her wrists, tying them securely and tightly, crossed over each other. Louise tugged at her forearms; her hands were completely pinioned, though not very painfully so.
"Open your mouth, Louise" Liz said quietly.
Louise obeyed, and Liz took the leather ring gag she had brought and pushed it between Louise's shining teeth, letting her tongue only come through. She tugged the straps behind Louise's head and pulled tight. Louise felt the quirky thrill, well known to her, of having given up speech and being forced to keep your mouth silent. She loved gags and this one fit her perfectly, tight while not ruining her make-up.
She wiggled her torso and shoulders slightly, feeling her hands and mouth given up to Liz' control.

lizeskimo

03-02-2007, 09:38 AM

"Now let me take that shackle off you so we can lie you on the bench, but beware, if you try anything you will regret it. Is that understood louise?" The bound and gagged louise mutely nodded and stood still while Liz undone the metal restraint from her ankle.

" Now dear, I want you to lie on the bench on your stomach with your face through that hole at the end. With her arms pinioned, louise found it a little difficult to do what Liz said, but eventually she managed, wiggling and grunting herself into position.

Liz passed a broad leather strap across the back of louise's head and buckled it, not allowing her to raise her head an inch. If anything it forced her head futher through the padded hole. Her legs were opened wide and fixed with straps at her ankles, and thighs, securing her prone body to the bench.
"Now to get your arms out of the way" Liz murmured.

The hemp rope was quickly untied, only to be replaced with a leather cuff on each wrist and each wrist clipped to hooks at the sides of the bench.
" That's you ready, a little pleasure for you." Liz selected a small slender vibrator, switched it onto it's lower setting and placeed under louise's groin, so it was beteen her vagina lips and the tip touching her clit. tHis took a little while to get right without seeing what she was doing, but eventually judging by the way louise flinched, she hit the right spot.

Liz went over to one of the many wall cupboards, smiling knowingly at doug as she went past him and retreived a large jar of sorts.

"Ah cold cream, the best wound soother in the world, I swear by the stuff" Liz laughed. uncerimoniously she dumped a large gloop of the cream on louise's back, which made her jump as far as her bonds would allow. She started to slowly and gently rub the ointment into louise's punished flesh all the while listening to her gentle moans.

The feeiling of the cream and the latex of Liz's gloves mixed with the constant gentle vibr.ation at her crotch, louise could feel herself start to get moist. "This is turning me"on louise thought to herself, i hope ms.Cockrill doesn't notice"

After around ten minutes of massaging the cream into louise's back, Liz turned her attentions to her welted ass cheeks. Again the cold cream was dumped on each buttock and rubbed in until it had all soaked into her skin.

Louise was really getting into it now and started making little circles with her hips, grinding herself into the vibrator....Liz smiled. "you seem to be enjoying yourself there slave, that's good. Do your wounds feel a little better now they're all nicely soothed" Liz cooed.

"ef mff Ocklll" was all louise could manage to get out. "Well you can't have too much pleasure...not yet anyhow" liz said as she whipped out the vibrator from beneath louise.

Louise moaned loudly as she was on the brink of an orgasm and the source had been taken away. "Patience dear, we don't want you getting to excited and losing interest now do we?" Liz scoffed. With that she added a broad strap across Louise's lower back to stop her from grinding herself further. "Got to be cruel to be kind sometimes I think"

DungeonMaster6

03-02-2007, 08:05 PM

Doug's ass still burned for sure from that hard whipping he'd received from Ms. Cockrill and louise. But that was nothing compared to the cock torture when Ms. Cockrill tapped the pouch holding his manhood. Even though the needles failed to penetrate his skin, the sharp points were pressed so snugly against him, that any outside stimuli would cause him immediate discomfort.

Knowing that the real estate woman-turned-FEMDOM was standing very near to where his head was pointed, doug tried very hard not to look at her, keeping his mind on something serious( like the Katrina victims). That did in fact work. Even when she forced his head up just to watch the grimace on his face after she tapped the pouch, admonishing him about his failure to remember the key, his cock triumpantly remained flaccid.

In addition the strain in his muscles and joints from being in this awkward position added to this male slave's misery, but Ms. Cockrill didn't seem to pay any attention as she turned back to louise.

Doug knew his wife was no stranger at being Dommed, because he had witnessed a session between her and another Mistress. It was at a party hosted by Sir Michael and Mistress Cecilia. The groundwork was laid while Louise was in the ladies' room. The hostess asked Doug if she could have a session with his slave, to which the dominant man replied that he would see if she would agree to it. Knowing what an adventuous spirit she is -which is one of the reasons Doug kept her around- he had a feeling she just might assent. This was something he would not compel her to do, however. So when Doug broached the subject to his submissive wife, she looked over at Cecilia who was talking to some other people, then looked back at Doug and smiled smokily. "Yes Sir, I will."

And when Doug saw his wife laying naked across Cecilia's thighs in the classic spanking position, he was elated. The leathered man couldn't take his eyes off that scene. He snickered a bit when he saw Mistress Cecilia's hand getting as red as Louise's bottom. He knew how that felt. The dominant lady then switched to a hard-leather paddle, and he knew his slave would love that.

After ten or so hard swats, that was all. As far as he knew, that was the only time she'd experienced a girl/girl scene.

But now, Ms. Cockrill was strapping louise down to the bench! His only regret was that from his position, doug couldn't see it.

gagged_Louise

03-05-2007, 01:10 PM

The rabbit removed from her cleft, Louise felt like she had landed in a murky backwater. Liz' attentions to her scalded rear had begun soothing the rough pain, and the pleasant little vibe did even more, but when it was pulled out she felt naked and very aware of that she was bound and held down. She couldn't move her head, and her body strapped to the wooden bench shivered slightly. No release coming until Liz allowed her to get up. She mumbled into her gag, wondering how she'd look to Liz. The fact that she was in Ms Cockrill's power and bound by her made her feel hot. "I hope she commands me to kneel and kiss her boots when she lets me get up" she thought, "that would feel really good". it would also be fitting to have him see that one.

She knew Doug might be suffering pretty bad now and that there was more to come, but she felt triggered by Liz' words: how would she actually make things happen to punish him further?

Those stories Doug had told her in bed...he had sometimes touched on his early years in the scene, he'd told of weirdly sexy nights when he'd been suspended and spanked by voluble ladies in black leather corsets, but she had never really seen Doug in that kind of setup. It had all happened before they'd met and touched: by the time they hooked up at that party, he was aready a Dominant with some experience and Louise strongly into getting bound and abused. She was not a newbie back then but his touch with the whips, his ability to pull her stops out and meet her fearlessness, guide her and push her down had been vital to Louise.

Pressed against the bench, she again felt the wounds in her breasts aching - that was one vital side Liz had not had time for. She moaned as the wood roughed her soft bust.
“Don’t tell me you’re cumming, slave louise” Liz rapped at her “Mmmgh, noo Mi ockzimmmgh” Louise replied, cringing under the harsh leather straps.

DungeonMaster6

03-07-2007, 04:32 AM

From his position, which was becoming more uncomfortable by the second, doug could hear his wife moaning. Was she going to cum? How bizarre!

At first louise seemed horrified when she realized that she, along with her husband, had become Ms. Cockrill's captive. And when she was whipped by the dominant woman, louise reacted in a predictable manner. But now, she seemed to be reveling at being under her thumb, so to speak.

As far as the bent-over male slave, doug wondered what Ms. Cockrill had in store for him next? Surely that spanking was only the beginning. It had been a long time since he was totally at a Domme's mercy, but doug felt his submissive side kick in, which at this point in his life was a welcome balance, even though having louise witness this side of him made him a bit uncomfortable.

Some of his past experiences suddenly whipped( pun intended) through his mind. That initial session with Mistress Vanessa, a black woman in fact, he remembered vividly. How he drove to her place with a hard-on the entire way. How he knelt naked at her feet while she gave him her requirements. How she spanked him, whipped him and butt-fucked him. How fulfilled he felt after the session. He knew this was something he wanted more of...And he got it!

More sessions with Mistress Vanessa followed, but unfortunately she moved and he lost contact with her. But in the town where he lived, FemDoms advertized all the time in an underground paper he picked up at a local sex shop, so it wasn't difficult to find another Domme. He recalled calling a place called "Queen's Castle", where he could choose from a variety of lovely ladies. There was one blonde named Gloria, who spreadeagled him face up on a bed, teased him until his cock was rock hard. Then she'd whip him all down his front until he lost the hard-on. Then she teased him somemore until he was hard again, followed by more whipping. She took him up and down five times, before she finally allowed him to cum.

That was one of doug's favorite sub memories. Would Ms Cockrill come anywhere close to that?

lizeskimo

03-07-2007, 04:47 AM

"I do love it when someone tries to talk when they're gagged.I think it cements the fact that they're under my power, don't you agree louise? "ek Isk ockimfll" "Well that's very good louise, I'm pleased you agree. What about you doug, do you like your slave to talk to you when she's gagged?" " Well yes of course ms. Cockrill I do, I find it a turn on. To be fair the more exteme the gag the better, makes any scenario complete in my opinion" doug said through the pain of his upstretched arms. "Extreme gags hey....hmmm, most interesting doug" Liz trailed off.

Liz unclipped louise's wristsf rom the bench and reclipped them behid her back, then undone all the other straps, leaving the head one until last.

"Come my dear, stand up, I have to sooth your breasts now. I'm sure theyr'e still sore from your husband's earlier ministrations and your...er....earlier jigglings" Louise struggled to get herself off the bench as she did getting on it, but eventually she managed to stand up. Liz looked at the wetness louise had left behind, smiled, them motioned louise to have a look for herself. Louise went bright red when she realised what she could see. Liz gestured theatrically at the wet patch on the bench "Had a little fun did we? It's okay dear, you can clean it up later"

"Now where was I, oh yes, your breasts. Oh dear, they do look sore, so I guess I'll have to take extra care here" louise nodded then pushed her shoulders back, presenting her well formed breasts in readiness for ms.Cockrill's soothing touch.

"Well doug, such a lovely pair your wife has. All nice and pert, and look, her nipples are getting all nice and hard....oh sorry you can't see them can you. Well that's a shame!" Liz knew a mental image would flash in doug's mind, a moment later she heard a slight moan come from doug's direction as he imagined what was happening to his wife.

Liz gently massaged the soothing cream into each of louise's breasts, taking extra care in the areas where slight bruising had come up in place of some of the welts. All the while louise grunted and moaned as her pain was eventually soothed away. Twenty minutes later and Liz was done.

Louise had stood rigid throughout the whole sore process, even though she could feel the heat building up again in her crotch again. It was her way of pleasing ms. Cockrill and it worked. "Very good louise, I am impressed you resisted the urge to fidget or try and rub your thighs together. I may reward you later for your good attention. Now come over to your husband and stand in front of him." Louise almost trotted over to join doug and waited for for Liz to say something.

Suddenly the cellar went very quiet, the only sound Liz's heels clicking on the floor as she put the cold cream back into the cupboard. Doug looked up nervously at louise and mouthed "What's happening?" Louise shrugged her shoulders, meaning she didn't know. Doug dropped his head again along with a mental pictuere of his beautiful wife dribbling through her ring gag.

"So louise, ever worn an armbinder before, I'm told they're ever so good for the posture" Liz said eventually. Louise shook her head "oo ithf" " There's a first time for everything I suppose and that time is now." Liz slid the strong smelling leather binder over her already bound wrists right and up to the top of her arms. Taking her time to do up the lacing and straps Liz drew louise's arms so they were almost touching each other. "What do you think doug, doesn't your wife look beautiful? Louise spun round to give Doug a look. "Yes ms. Cockrill, very beautiful indeed. I didn't know her arms could touch like that"

"So you like gags hey doug? I think it's time you experienced one for yourself....open up wide" "No ms. Cockrill I don't want to, I'm fine....honestly"
"No doug, I insist!" Liz snapped. She went behind doug and pulled his head back and stuffed a piece of foul tasting rubber in his mouth almost making him reach as it touched the back of his throat" Now for the best bit" Liz said as she tightly buckled the gag and added a tiny padlock for extra security.

Liz took hold of the bulb connected to the gag and gave it a few good squeezes, making Doug's cheeks bulge out against the strain. "That will teach you to say no to me and not to mouth things to your wife when you think I'm not watching" Liz sneered squeezing the bulb two more times.

Liz motioned for louise to kneel on the floor in front of doug so that her head was level to his crotch. " Now louise the last part of your pleasure for now. I want you to lick doug's crotch pouch until you feel him become hard. When he is, continue until I say so then stop and raise your head.

I'm getting out of these shoes now for something a little....er....more comfortable. You may proceed now while I change."

DungeonMaster6

03-07-2007, 08:30 PM

"Mmppf!" ... "What was that doug?" Ms. Cockrill asked sarcastically. The now gagged man shook his head. "I hope you were saying, 'Yes Ms. Cockrill', because that's all I want to hear out of your mouth, little man!" ..."Mmppf!"..."Oh I know, you don't want your wife to lick your pouch, is that it?" ..."Ysmccrl!"

"Do you hear that louise? doug doesn't want you to lick his cock!" Ms Cockrill said to the now kneeling wife. "What kind of a man doesn't want a woman to lick his cock?"

An incoherent reply came from the still gagged louise. That's when the Domme reached down and grabbed a handful of louise's long hair, forcing the kneeling woman's face upward. "If he doesn't get hard, I will punish you severely!"

"Mmppf!" Ms. Cockrill looked daggers at doug. "You have nothing to say about it, slave!"

DungeonMaster6

03-08-2007, 05:01 AM

His eyes widened as doug looked down at his kneeling wife who's mouth was coming closer to his pouched manhood. A brief moment of levity entered his brain. Usually it was Him, who ordered her to lick his cock while she was kneeling naked at his feet. In a certain reversal, he was now beseaching her NOT to do it! But because louise was now a pawn being controlled by this Dominating Queen, her tongue was going to cause him excruciating pain, as those needles pressed menacingly against his now flaccid cock.

Again, the bent over man with his arms wrenched awkwardly, with his legs forced wide, while his butt cheeks still burned, forced himself to stay focused on something serious: Iraq; Durfur; The poor people in New Orleans. What were some needles pressed against his dick compared to the suffering going on in those places?

Would his strong-willed mind win, or his natural bodily reaction?

gagged_Louise

03-14-2007, 03:12 AM

She had been serving with her mouth before but never quite like this. Louise put her tongue under the thin, almost sheer pouch, she could feel that cock inside and tilting her mouth she went ahead licking. Caressing his shaft she brought it in through the ring of her gag, like a plug in an electric socket. She was set to please Liz and to catch his drive, tease him up though he wouldn't want to, and a tense silence fell over the room as Doug's cock slid in. She let her tongue play around with his balls now. Breathing, moaning and then Doug's low groan as his cock started to grow and the sharp pins hit his flesh.

-Yes, get that! she thought as she let her tongue flutter about on his balls.and heaving his cock further in. I had my ass thrashed by you in the stocks, now let's see, mmm, cause I'm following new orders here.. The slow heat building in the kneeling, wriggling Louise, and her mouth growing warm and moist, she moved her tongue back to his shaft, licking it through the thin pouch. "Mmmgh, mmgh" she moaned silenced and steered on, feeling guided by Liz who had helped her out of the strained situation. His member seemed to be growing firmer now, she if anyone knew which spots to touch.

Come on now, come on...Giving pleasure like this is a token of power. Her arms contained and held by the binder on her back, she felt at the focus, able to call up the secret wishes both in herself and in others. Doug tried to avoid hardening; she kept on licking, licking, bringing it in. His cock was firmly locked in her ring gag now - he could no longer move it out, even if he had ben free to - and as she caressed it, the eager sucking making him grow hot and hard - only it wasn't the kind of hard-on he wished for. Go on, Louise she could hear as an unspoken call from Liz.

DungeonMaster6

03-17-2007, 11:07 AM

Never in his life in the scene had doug ever felt anything like this. Clothespins, hot wax or clamps were nothing compared to having sharp needles pressed firmly against his manhood.

The bent-over, bound former dominant knew his will would lose the battle with nature when he felt louise's tongue on his balls. Any other time he'd be moaning from the exquisite feeling, but this was something all together different. He was powerless to stop the swelling, and the immediate consequences were devastating.

Writhing and groaning incoherently into his packed mouth, doug could feel the needles torturing his cock. Even though they did not break the skin, the pointy ends caused him enough discomfort that tears welled-up in his eyes. Adding to that, his wife appeared to be gleefully licking the thin pouch that housed the needles, at the behest of Ms. Cockrill.

If he had his hands free, doug would've yanked louise's face away from his crotch, but somehow she had maneuvered her ring gag so that his cock couldn't escape her normally tantalizing tongue.

Now, however, it was an instrument of torture. Each time she slowly licked him, his painfully boisterous reply must've been music to the ears of Ms. Cockrill and her willing accomplice, Louise. Tearfully the broken man begged them to stop.

gagged_Louise

03-19-2007, 07:35 PM

His cock completely locked in her gagged grip, Louise let her tongue play over Doug's shaft. The red flesh barely shielded by the fine pouch, she could feel him growing harder by every moment and if that wasn't enough his gasps and moans did the rest. The devious trick devised by Liz was working on him and deep in her bound, enslaved body Louise felt her own cunt growing tickly and hot. She started wiggling her torso and mmph'ed low in rhythm to the glistening play of her tongue. What would happen next she did not know, and did not care about. She would not be asked, period. Here and now were all that existed, enclosing her like a bubble.

Louise's eyes left doug's crotch and waist a bit as she turned and gazed over to the side at Liz. The Domme lady was again holding a whip; it rested tense between her hands in front, held in the traditional Domme position. Was it for doug or for slave louise? For doug, she reckoned, but in her growing arousal, she felt tingled by the thought of being hung up and whipped by Ms Cockrill. Mmmgh, mmmg, she thought, guide me Liz, I'm Your slave and this slave wants to know what you can do to her..

lizeskimo

03-27-2007, 03:09 AM

Liz tapped her small whip off her thigh in perfect time with louise's sucking, all the while watching doug's pained reactions as the pins pricked ever deeper into his skin. "Having fun are we kids?" Liz said thickly. "Remember louise, keep sucking until I say otherwise, and if you start slacking, I may not be as kind as I have been."

Liz selected a pair of shiney zippered boots, sat back on her large chair and slowly put each one on, feeling the cold of the insides, making her shiver slightly. When she stood back up, she towered above the busy couple, making her look quite intimidating.

"I think that's quite enough for now louise, you may stop now. We don't want your husband getting too excited now do we?" louise retracted her head from doug's crotch and waited for ms. Cockrill's next order.

"Stand up now dear with your legs apart" With her arms pinioned so tightly behind her, louise found it a little difficult to get up. "Quickly girl, we haven't got all day" Liz said sharply. "Maybe this will encourage you to be a little quicker" Liz picked up her whip and hit louise once on each ass cheek, making her jump a little, almost knocking her off balance.

As soon as louise was on her feet she spread her legs wide, and bowed her head. "Very good louise, I knew you could do it." Liz looked at louise's crotch and noticed it and her thighs were glistening with her juices. "I saw what you were doing down there, all wiggling about. I don't remember giving you permission to have any pleasure, I'm most disappointed in you" she said with mock sorrow. I didn't want to do it, but I'm afraid you will have to be punished for your disobedience"

Louise looked up with a shocked look in her face and tried to plead with ms. Cockrill. All she made through her gag was a gurgling sound, followed by a large line of drool. "Oh dear louise you're not doing very well at the moment. Up until now, you have had it relatively easy, it's your foolish husband who has suffered so far. But now I think its only fair that you should be punished for your errors. Now drop your head!"

Louise looked mortified, but doug looked a little happier that the tables had been turned on his wife. His mind started to wander a little to take away the feeling in his punished cock and balls and after a little while he could feel his erection starting to subside a bit, easing the pain of the pin pricks.

"Now with this sudden change of events" Liz announced, "A little game for you both while I decide what to do with louise." Liz went over to the chest that contained the keys and took off the handcuff key from the main bunch. She tied the key onto a nipple clamp with a small piece of string and strode over to louise. "Head up girl and poke your tongue out as far as you can."

Louise looked a little confused, but done as she was told "I don't want to upset ms.Cockrill any more than i already have" she thought.

Liz attached the nipple clamp to louise's tongue, making sure it was a tight fit. She smiled with slight amusement as louise started to dribble down the clamp and key, knowing it only added to her shame.

Liz loosened the rope that held doug's arms so painfully until they rested on his ass cheeks, allowing him to return to an upright position. "I expect to are feeling a little sore now doug, so you may roll your shoulders for a moment to get some feeling back" Liz watched as doug painfully moved about to ease the blood back into his arms, wincing as pins and needles set in. Louise just stood there dribbling like a rabid dog, making a large wet pool in front of her feet.

"Okay doug,enough already, you can stop now. You feeling a bit better now?" Doug managed a muffled "ummff if oflll" "Good man!" Liz exclaimed. "Now for the little game I have in mind. I need to have a pee, so I'm going upstairs for a few moments. Before I get back, I expect you doug, with louise's help, to get free of your handcuffs. When you are, put this hood on louise" Liz took the thick rubber hood that she had been wearing earlier and placed it next to his feet. " When you have finished putting the hood on your lovey wife, recuff yourself with your hands behind you again and wait for me to return. By the way, don't get any ideas of eacape or pouncing on me as I will be watching you from upstairs. "Right, I really must go, so remember what I said. Have fun!"

Liz breezed out of the cellar, locking the door behind her and clicked her way upstairs to the main house.

DungeonMaster6

03-28-2007, 05:09 AM

When the sobbing man heard Ms. Cockrill order louise to stop, doug was grateful, but the damage had been done. The lingering effects of those needles would be felt for a long while.

Evidently, the British woman took pity on him, for she also allowed his arms to be lowered. What a relief that was!

Then doug heard Ms. Cockrill ordering his wife around, and fetching a key from a ring and putting on the clamp that she put on louise's tongue. Then she gave them instructions, to which the man paid close attention:Handcuffs, the key and the hood.

When the Dominant woman left the room with her heels clicking, doug looked at louise and maneuvered his wrists around. "ULCM!" He said into his gag. With her tongue clamped, she answered as best she could. Apparently she understood him, for she did lower herself so the key pointed toward the cuffs.

gagged_Louise

03-29-2007, 07:34 PM

"As if I'm not more nice-looking when my face is normal and graceful..." Louise thought with a twist of slight anger and lack of understanding as Liz attached the clip biting into her tongue. She was already helplessly trying to swallow her drool induced by the ring gag and by her sucking at Doug, yet now it became much worse. But she was feeling her bow to the English estate agent turned Domme by now, and the thought of refusing orders was far off.
With a watery look in her eyes, Louise knelt behind Doug and opurposefully lowered her head till the clip and its key was just behind his hands. She grunted sharply and, after a false start, saw Doug's right hand get hold of the key and lift it off the hook. He grabbed it tightly and, with soem wrangling, managed to find the handcuffs lock and free himself.
"Rr-mgh! Mmgh!" Louise grunted again, and got up, moving to the front. She knelt again and waited for Doug's next move. Within a minute, he pulled the feline hood down over her face. Louise's world went black for a moment, then the mouth opening landed in front of her gagged mouth and the eye holes, at the right places. He went on to pull the zip down at the back of her head; with a strange sensation, Louise felt how the hot dark latex put itself skintight over her head and face.

DungeonMaster6

03-30-2007, 09:27 PM

Seeing his wife with a feline hood on almost made doug laugh, but the puffed-out gag in his mouth made that mostly impossible. Plus, those needles that were still threatening his manhood reminded him that he couldn't jerk around too much.

Now that he was temporarily free of the cuffs, he took another look around this dungeon. "Where was that frickin camera?" He thought. He heard the real estate lady boasting about it earlier, but since Doug had been in such a bent-over position it was impossible for him to see it then.

Ms. Cockrill had been watching them from upstairs! No wonder she didn't stay to watch Doug dominate louise, she didn't need to. The conniving woman had her own ringside seat, as it were.

Which means she was most likely watching them now, Doug thought. Which also means it was imperative that he and louise follow the Dominant lady's orders to the letter.

Another thought hit him. There was no other way out of this room, otherwise he could've freed louise and they could've escaped...Oh this woman was devious!

What was she planning to do to louise next? Not that Doug would mind seeing the woman who looked like she was gleefully licking that pouch, knowing the immense pain it would cause, get some deserved punishment.

For one thing, who gave slave louise permission to get off!? That would've been a punishable offense, for sure, if Doug had been dominating her.

Very carefully he maneuvered the cuffs and managed to get one on his right wrist, as he watched louise in her cat hood. Then the left one clicked as well.

Then doug looked up to where he saw the camera. "OKMC"!

lizeskimo

03-31-2007, 08:37 AM

"Damn these boots, I should have changed into them later" Liz cursed, as she almost tripped on her way up the stairs. "just as well there's a bathroom on the ground floor or I'd never make it! in these things! Luckiy more me I don't have to take my catsuit off" She thought pulling the zipper away from her crotch and up to her stomach.

After relieving and zipping herself back up, Liz washed her still gloved hands and clicked her way into the dark panelled room to see how the Gilmores were getting on. She saw that doug had already freed himself and wondered if he had done that before "Hmmm, most interesting " she thought. She smiled as she watched him putting the hood on Louise's head and laughed out loud when her clamped tongue popped out of the mouth hole.

When Liz was sure doug had recuffed himself she waited a minute and flicked the microphone switch. "I congratulate you both on such a gallant effort, I wasn't sure if you could manage it as quickly. I'll be back down soon, so I want you both to stand next to each other facing the door, oh and louise spread your legs to as wide as your husband's are. Now please if you don't mind."

Liz watched as louise made her way over to doug. He struggled a little to turn round in his spreader bar to face the door, but with some considerable effort managed it. Louise stood next to the left of him and spread her legs wide. "Now stay like that until I say so, I wont be long."

Liz made her way into the kitchen, got a large bottle of water, three plastic glasses and two straws. Slowly she went back down the stairs, deliberately making more noise so the Gilmores would hear. She stood in front of the door for a few monents then re entered the basement. " I'm sure both of you are feeling a little thirsty so I brought this little lot" Liz said as she walked past the bound couple put the bottle and glasses on the bench that louise had previously had been tied to.

"My I must say louise, you look beautiful in that hood, I think you should keep it on for a while" Liz said at last looking at louise's shiney head. "I take it you would both like a drink so I shall ungag you both. First, let me tell you, do not speak unless I say so. Is that understood?" They both nodded their heads slightly, but kept their heads slightly bowed, looking at the floor.

"That's good, you're quick learners. You first doug. Liz deflated doug's gag , opened the tiny lock with a quick tug and slowly unbucked it, gently pulling the rubber mass out of his mouth. Letting the gag fall to the floor, Liz turned her attentions to louise. Unzipping her hood a little Liz was able to undo louise's ring gag. " You look so rediculous with that thing hanging out of your mouth" she said as she unclipped the clamp. When the ring gag was dropped to the floor the hood was pulled harshly back down and zipped back up.

"Now before we go any further would you like to refresh your mouths or use the toilet? If you do then afterwards, if you both still want to, we will play a little game to decide louise's punishment. You now have permission to speak freely"

gagged_Louise

04-01-2007, 03:52 AM

It seemed to bring her powerlessness home to louise as the catsuit hood was pulled on and off by her husband and then by Liz, every time blotting out her eyesight for a few moments, and sure, she felt, I'll soon be gagged again. But for the moment she could at least speak. She pulled in air and replied "Yes please, Ms Cockrill, I think I need to make a trip out to the loo and I would really love something to drink! My mouth is like parchment."
"Come with me, dear" Liz answered "You're allowed to stop spreading your feet; let's go" Taking slave louise by the shoulders, Liz led the bound woman out to the toilet room and stood by as she relieved her bladder.
"You will take more, slave" Liz told her. "Such a fine body, it's in my hands for today whether you like it or not."
"Yes, Mistress" louise whispered and nodded to her. Liz smiled back as they returned to the main dungeon room.

DungeonMaster6

04-01-2007, 01:37 PM

As doug watched Ms. Cockrill escort louise to the loo, he wondered what game she had planned. Considering what he had just endured, it could be anything.

He could hear the two ladies talking, but the still pouched, cuffed man couldn't quite detect the topic of discussion.

When they returned, he informed the lady that he had to go as well.

lizeskimo

06-02-2007, 07:54 AM

Liz removed doug's pouch, led him to the toilet and roughly plonked him on the still warm seat.

"Don't want you missing your target" she laughed.

She watched as doug relieved himself, gently tapping her foot on the white tiled floor.

" Hurry up man, how long do you need to have a pee, I have much better things I could be doing" Liz said with slight irritation.

"i'm finished Ms. Cockrill" Doug said at last.

doug's pouch was reclipped, renewing the slight pain of the pins in his cock and balls. Liz tapped his pouch making him wince a little. "You didn't think I was going to leave your bits unrestricted slave?"

"No Ms. Cockrill, but thankyou for allowing me to go to the toilet"

Liz led doug back into the main room, placing him next to louise. Filling two glasses with water and putting a straw in each Liz held them up to their mouths.

"Drink now people, you wont have much chance later"

gagged_Louise

06-13-2007, 07:00 AM

Louise bent forward, her hands still pinned into the arm binder, and took the straw in. She sucked thirstily, her throat and mouth had got parched after having sucked off her husband's shetahed cock, and she was in need of more water anyway. Buit she tried not to get carried waway, sensing that long hours lay ahead still she did not want to seem greedy or give in to the feeling.
She could hear how Doug, too, gratefully accepted this relief. But wearing the felinet hood and ordered not to look at him, Louise vould not really see and nor did she know what would be Liz' next move. Under th hood, she felt hot and sweaty, but she stood rigid with legs spread and looking down.

DungeonMaster6

06-14-2007, 04:26 PM

Having been allowed to relieve himself, doug was once again reminded of his status when Ms. Cockrill replaced the needled pouch around his privates. And when She tapped him with that crop, the pain was instantly renewed, making him wince instinctively.

As he was led back to join louise, he wondered what this vixen had planned further. With all the toys in this dungeon, the slave was sure Ms. Cockrill was far from through torturing them.

At least the real estate lady turned Domme had a sense of decency about her, when She offered them something to drink.

But what was next?

lizeskimo

06-15-2007, 02:38 AM

Liz waited patiently as the couple finished their drinks, each making a loud slurping sound as the last few drops were sucked from the botton of the glasses.

"Now that everyone is refreshed, we can start your punishment. Louise looked more than a little shocked at these words, but simply mumbled "Yes Ms. Cockrill, i suppose it is time, but please don't be harsh, i've already suffered today"
Liz gave louise a hard stare and louise dropped her eyes to the floor. "Well you should have thought about that before you decided to pleasure yourself without permission. No one to blame but yourself."

Liz caught a little smile escape from the side of doug's mouth."You find this amusing hmm?" She flicked doug's pouch hard with her forefinger, his face instantly turned bright red and he almost fell over with the pain. "No Ms. Cockrill, i'm sorry" he hissed through the pain in his testicle. "So you should be, but as you seem to find the situation funny, I shall let you choose your wife's punishment"

After a little search of a couple of the cellar's cupboards Liz found what she was looking for. She opened what seemed to be an ordinary deck of playing cards apart from the colour. One half was red and the other blue.
She laid all fifty two carefully side by side on the bench that louise had previously beeen fastened to, then motioned the Gilmores to have a look.

Doug and louise took a little while look through all the cards. Instead of the normal spades,diamonds, hearts and clubs, there were photos of both a man and a women depicting various inventive bongage positions and different means of punishment.

Louise wondered if the middle aged looking people in the pictures could be the Roachfortes, the people they were buying the house from. She secretly hoped they were.

"As you can see, there are lots of ways you can be punished louise, and your dear husband here is going to decide your fate."

Liz scooped up all the cards, shuffled them over and over. With a bit of a flourish fanned them out and presented them to doug.

"Pick two card please mr. Gilmore, one of each colour" Doug rattled his cuffs and looked pleadingly at Liz. "My hands are still bound Ms. Cockrill" "Don't be foolish man, that's what your teeth are for. Some people have no imagination!"

Doug carefully extracted one blue card from the middle of the deck and one red from the end, gently placing each one on Liz's palm. "Very good doug, see what you can do when you try" Liz emphasised the point, patting him on the head. Doug felt a little humiliated at this treatment and could feel himself blush when a flash of memory from his old subbie days suddenly came back.

Louise was still looking down towards the floor, the top of her hood glistening in the dull light of the cellar. "My, she is being a good subbie, almost a shame that she has to be punished" " Liz thought to herself.

Each card was slowly turned over. The first one showed a woman dressed totally in black latex apart from her feet. She was tied to a low bench with her legs and feet strapped to a vertical post at the end of the bench.

The second card showed a slightly overweight man wearing a businesslike pinstriped suit, again in latex. In his hand a very small whip, that only looked to be about only eight inches long, including the little handle.

"You may look at your punishment now louise" Liz said at last. You too doug, seeing as you chose it."

gagged_Louise

06-21-2007, 02:44 PM

Louise looked over at the cards, leaning forward as her arms were still held in. At first she didn't get the point..latex, okay, but.I'm already wearing a hood am I not? Then it registered, all body clad in latex - the only part that would be bare and open, and could be spanked, was the feet. So she would have her soles whipped? And by..him, or by- Ms Cockrill? She decided it was probably Liz who would administer the punishment.

Louise felt slightly ill at ease about it, although still ina haze she felt scared. She had heard about this kind of foot torture but had never been through it, and knew it could be quite painful. She had friends whose relatives had been in Brazil and Arhgetine during the junta years, and a few of those had suffered heinous police torture, even rape. While Ms Cockrill was no police bully, Louise recalled how a friend's cousin had told her of being spanked on her soles and legs with a hammer, and then whipped on her pussy. It had felt heinous, she’d said, and though the soles feel hardy enough when you’re walking around, Louise could see it would have worked, given how ticklish most of us get.

For now, she felt entranced by liz, and the humiliating side of th punishment she was to receive for cumming without being tol to – and in front of her husband! – turned her on too. She nodded, “I see, Ms Cockrill, I am to wear a corset and latex tights then, as well?”

“So you will, slave”

She nodded toward another bench a bit further away, and Louise walked sedately over and sat down on it, her back erect and slightly beaded by sweat.

DungeonMaster6

06-22-2007, 06:28 PM

With just a flick of her finger, Ms. Cockrill demonstrated Her displeasure for him finding the card game amusing, and once again slave doug responded painfully and remorsefully.

His beloved louise was about to get punished, but he did admit that she deserved it. He would never have allowed slave louise to cum without permission! And he also found it fitting that he got to choose her punishment.

"Corset and latex tights?" The only reason doug didn't laugh again was the fear of another flick to his pouch.

lizeskimo

06-26-2007, 02:54 AM

Liz had a feeling that louise was feeling qute nervous at the prospect of her feet being whipped. Doug looked positively excited, even though he was trying hard not to show it.

"Don't worry dear, it'll not be as bad as you think, you could have had a lot worse! Better get you dressed for the occasion, you too doug"

One of the huge cupboards lining the cellar wall revealed a massive wardrobe consisting of both male and female attire, some looking more restrictive than others. Some costumes seemed quite normal to look at, others quite outlandish in their design. All looked to be of very high quality and probably very expensive.

Liz ran her fingers through the neatly hung clothes and pulled out what looked like a large strait jacket but with no arms,only a large hole at the back, a long zipper and lots of straps and placed it on the bench the erect louise was sitting on.

A stiff boned corset was the next item of interest and a pair of thick strange looking tights with a full length zipper down the centre of each leg and several straps, each carefully placed next to louise.

"That's your costume sorted out for you louise, now your's doug.Hmmm, ah there it is, your wonderful suit" Liz said with a hint of excitement"

The black and white pinstripe suit, complete with shirt and tie hung neatly on a single hanger, light bouncing off it's shiny surface. "Well that's handy, all I need is somewhere to hang it. Doug, come here and open your mouth" Doug obeyed instantly.

Liz hooked the coathanger inside doug's mouth, pulling his head slightly forward with the weight. "Shut your mouth now please, there's a good boy. Now stay like that until your dear wife is dressed. Drop it and there will be consequences"

"Eth ith Cockrill" he mumbled sheepishly.

"When I'm done with your wife, I shall free you from most of your restraints and you can dress yourself. I'm sure you're more than capable, " Liz said a little sarcastically, knowing her words only added to his humiliation.

DungeonMaster6

07-04-2007, 05:45 AM

Holding that heavy coathanger in his mouth doug felt silly, and Ms. Cockrill's verbal taunts were only adding to his humiliation. How could he have let this happen? Afterall, he was supposed to be the Dominant one here!

Furthermore, he had never whipped louise's feet before. In fact he had never really been into foot torture, but what the heck. He was willing to try out something new. Besides, if he didn't!...He thought about his still needled pouch.

Looking at the suit Ms. Cockrill had picked out for him made him wonder about the Roqueforts. They seemed to be a rather eccentric pair. He smiled to himself inwardly. The settlement could prove to be quite interesting.

gagged_Louise

07-04-2007, 06:42 PM

Ms Cockrill nodded toward another bench a bit further away, and Louise walked offf and sat down on it, her back erect and slightly beaded by sweat. Her body trembled a bit from the exhaustion and tension of the last two hours. Somewhere in her soul she felt safe with Ms Cockrill around, but the next moment the pain and inner revulsion spurted through her depths.
Liz came unhurriedly over, the tights and the corset in her hands, and with a hlf-smile said “Right, stretch out your lovely legs, Louise”.

Louise obeyed without questions and the experienced Liz, who clearly knew this kind of gear, pulled the black tights on her, making them fit her strong sleek thighs. With a shiver of pleasure Louise felt them closing in; covering her flesh and hugging the back of her thighs and butt where the whip had hit. The stings seemed to creep back up and make themselves felt again, but the feeling of snug warmth was delicious. She felt the straps tightening , crossing close to her waist and holding the tights firmly over her hips and crotch, and encasing her privates. She looked over at Doug who was sitting still, eyeing her with what she felt was gleeful interest. Ms Cockrill gently turned her neck to keep her from looking that way.

She did not have to be told to keep her back straight and hold iin her stomach as Liz lifted the black corset, with a latex outside but real stiff bones on the inside that would mould her torso. “Give me your best, slave” the elder woman cooed to her, and soon she felt her skin groomed and held in by the luscious dark fabric, the lower half of her breasts covered in sheeny black. Louise drew breath and slowed as Liz moved her hands behind, pulling the laces and hooks tight to let it caress her skin.

lizeskimo

07-09-2007, 08:16 PM

"It's almost a shame to cover that wonderful corset, but I have to adhere to the rules of the game as much as you do. Now stand up again please" Liz steadied louise as the sleeveless jacket was roughly put over her already tightly bound form.

Her armbinder poked out of the hole at the back, and when all the straps were buckled tightly, louise found that she couldn't move her arms away from her body and her waist felt like it was being crushed. The built in high stiff collar was the last thing to be buckled, effectively sealing her into the swarthe of latex. The only parts of louise's anatomy showing were her eyes, glossy lips and her dainty feet.

"Stay where you are while I prepare your stage, so to speak. No running away now" Liz sniggered and set about fitting the upright post which slotted into a square hole at the end of the padded bench louise was standing next to.

The bound couple could only stand and watch what Liz was doing. Doug managed a nervous smile from his coat-hangered mouth, resulting in a line of drool emitting from the corner, making a little pool on the floor.

Liz helped louise to lie on the bench and zipped up the leggings. Louise was slid along the bench and her legs raised up and parallel to the post. Broad straps were added to stop louise from sliding off or pulling away from the post. A final strap with a ball attached was tightened around louise's mouth, forcing it in deep, ensuring no sound or movemet of her head possible. With a few tightening adjustments louise was finally ready for her punishment.

"Excellent work even if I say so myself " Liz crowed, her face shimmering with a slight sheen from her exhersions.

The now sweating estate agent turned her attentions to the hapless doug, who was still drooling steadily onto the floor, the pool growing steadily bigger.

"You are such a sloppy person doug, I hope you're not like this at home. You can clean that up in a moment"

"Eth ith Ockrill",he manage to say looking like some weird hooked fish followed by even more drool.

"Ewww you are disgusting" Liz chided and flicked his pouch twice. Doug yelped, but didn't move away. "Very good slave, that has earned you a point or two. I'm sure you enjoy having your bits abused. Now there's an idea for later" she trailed off

The hanger was pulled out of his mouth, bringing a small sigh of relief from his sore lip. "Turn around so I can uncuff you so you can clean up and dress yourself in your beautiful suit. Any tricks and you will regret it. Do we understand each other?"

Yes Ms Cockrill, i promise. I'm sorry i made a mess of the floor, i didn't mean to"

"Yes, yes whatever slave"

The handcuffs were unlocked and dropped to the floor making a metallic clatter. Liz quickly stood back, half expecting doug to attack her, but grinned broadly when he just stood there shaking his arms vigourously and rolling his shoulders to get the feeling back into them after being unnaturally bound for so long. He could only imagine how his strictly bound wife was feeling as the blood rushed back into his limbs, but at the same time relieved it wasn't him in her position.

Liz waited a few moments for doug to compose himself then passed him a large roll of paper kithen towel and a bottle of disinfectant spray.

"Well go on then slave, on your knees and clear up your mess."You have five minutes, or else" She trailed off again.

DungeonMaster6

07-10-2007, 01:14 AM

That flick to doug's pouch quickly negated any thoughts of rebellion, and after his wrists were gratefully freed, obediently cleaned the mess he'd left on the floor.

Seeing louise dressed and bound in the manner in which she was, left him with two thoughts: Excitement about the fact that his wife would get the punishment she deserved; and admiration at Ms. Cockrill's vivid imagination.

Donning that pinstriped suit made doug feel like one of Al Capone's guys. It felt real smooth against his naked flesh, and he had to take special care when he raised the zipper over his sensitive crotch.

When doug saw the Dominant woman pick up the riding crop, he knew that louise's punishment was soon to commence, but he also knew that Ms. Cockrill could just as easily use that on him as well.

rrr

07-15-2007, 03:46 AM

Liz brushed her hand ever so slightly against dougs erection then sugested that he drop his pants.

Which he did then his shirt. he stood there fully erect and naked looking like a schol boy.

Liz smiled

gagged_Louise

07-15-2007, 05:03 PM

(((OOC)))

For the good of everybody and the best enjoyment of our readers: this RP is a private one. Following well-established practice on this board when a play is in a "chamber" style (a close collaboration and small number of characters) the ones who started it or who have been invited are the ones that count. Any posts other than by me, Liz or DM will be ignored: we know what we're doing.

To be continued tomorrow.

**Moderator's Edit: There are no private Role Plays on the Forums. All RPs are public and anyone can join in. Those are the rules, until Rabbit says otherwise. ~hellish

gagged_Louise

07-16-2007, 09:58 PM

Her breasts held in by the corset and her black, swathed-in body bound to the bench, Louise struggled to breathe and felt sweat and the old friend anticipation running through her. She looked almost flat down into wood, moaning low into her ball gag as she waited. It was obvious Liz had seized the reins and Louise would not deny her the right to have her spanked, but the situation made her uneasy. She felt tired, too tired, she thought, to reason clearly. Listening to Liz' strictures on Doug she felt gleeful, the next moment a bit frightened and tried to turn her head to watch.

She glimpsed Doug getting in his pinstripe suit, it did make him look styleful and masculine but she wondered how he would be acting once he started spanking her feet. We're sure to have something to talk about tonight, she mused, I have to ask Ms Cockrill some day how she perceived us. Right now, the heaviness of her normally capable body made her strain and feel exposed for the next step.

lizeskimo

07-17-2007, 07:02 AM

"My you do look dashing in your suit doug, you should really consider wearing latex more often. Oh, do be a dear and attach that manacle to your left ankle. I don't want you getting any ideas!"

Liz slid the riding crop down the side of her boot as a visible deterrant in case slave doug decided to try and grab her

Doug could have leapt at Liz at any moment, she was close enough, but somehow he knew he could trust her, so he placed the manacle around his ankle shutting it with a loud click.

"That makes me feel a lot better slave, now come over here and fetch the little whip with you.

Doug meekly presented Liz with the little whip then stepped back away from her. "Don't want to get hit accidently" he mused.

Liz ran the soft but firm strand of leather through her hand, is if she were warming it up. "You okay there louise, no cramping or anything? "oo ifff Ockizzl immf ine" "Jolly good show" Liz exclaimed in her refined English accent, which made doug smile slightly.

The estate agent walked around louise, her heels clicking on the hard floor, inspecting her bonds like she were inspecting a prospective house to put on the books and decided everything needed tightening one more notch, apart from her gag, that was tightened two notches.

"Now i'm satisfied all is well, we can start. Don't worry it wont be as bad as you think. Take it from someone who knows" Liz whispered into louise's hood, out of doug's earshot.

The soft leather tail of the whip fell gently across louise's feet and gently dragged across them. Liz watched for a reaction and immediately louise started to wiggle her toes, almost involuntarily.

"So you're ticklish, that's a good start. Did you know that doug?"

"Yes i did Ms. Cockrill, but she doesn't really enjoy being tickled very much so don't usually bother"

"Well what a pleasant start to her punishment then" Liz cooed and continued dragging the whip across the bottoms of her feet, gently weaving in and out of her toes.

Both Liz and doug watched as louise tried to squirm to get away from the torturous feeling, her body straining against the latex and the straps that held her so well. "Oo ith Ockilzz eath opp" louise tried to say.
"What's that slave?" Liz giggled "are you trying to say you like me tickling you?" "Ooo Ithrths oo" louise bubbled.

"Sounds like she's having fun to me Ms. Cockrill doug said off handedly.

"Who said you could speak" Liz snapped "Come here, bend over and touch your toes.

Doud obeyed and was rewarded with two hard swats with the riding crop across his ass. "Think yourself lucky it wasn't on your pouch. Now stay in that position and don't speak unless i say so. You may however look up to see what I'm doing to your lovely wife."

Again doug turned bright red with humiliation, but kept his mouth shut.

"Sorry louise dear for the interruption, some people have no manners"

Liz continued to gently torment louise's feet with the little whip for a few more minutes then stopped to check her famale slave was still all right. She could see that she was breathing heavily and assumed she was sweating hard within her latex prison.

"Okay sweetie, you have done well so far, but that was just a little warm up. Now to the second part of your punishment"

Ms .Cockrill flicked the whip across the sole of louise's left foot making a little snapping sound, her foot twisted immediately from the stinging. Liz smiled wryly then hit the right one in exactly the same place. This time she heard a little yelp come from the direction of louise's hood.

She took aim again, this time the leathery strand hit all of her toes. The helpless louise wiggled her toes furiously through the stinging pain, but concluded it wasn't as bad as she thought ti would be.

Flick after flick expertly hit louise's feet and toes, each stroke getting slightly harder than the last, but not hard enough to create welts or to break the skin.

Doug, still touching his toes, watched the whip hit his wife, half wishing it was him performing the punishment on his slave.

Coincidently, Liz suddenly stopped hitting louise, turned to doug and asked "So mr Dominant, would you like to finish your wife's punishment? After all she didn't ask your permission to pleasure herself earlier"

The whip was wedged between louise's feet, ready for doug to pick up.

"Go ahead doug you may whip or tickle your wife now. I'll sit here and watch you."

Ms. Cockrill sat back in the deep chair, taking the weight off her feet. "Ah that's better"

DungeonMaster6

07-18-2007, 04:59 PM

Ms. Cockrill was quite correct; doug was grateful she hadn't struck his pouch the way she slammed that crop against his ass. The searing heat emanating from his derriere was trumped, however, by the humbling humiliation of being in this bent over position again. At least his arms weren't wrenched up in back of him as before.

His troubles took a back seat, nevertheless, when he heard Ms. Cockrill speaking to louise, whose foot whipping was about to begin. Watching how the Dominant Woman wielded that whip, enforced how well versed she was with the equipment in this room. And when doug heard the thwap against his wife's foot, he felt both pity and revenge. After all, doug had never used a whip on her feet, so he wasn't sure about her stamina. However, doug recalled, with a bit of malice, how gleefully his wife encouraged Ms. Cockrill for his failure to remember that fricking key. In addition when the Ms. Cockrill allowed his wife to whip him, she performed the act with some gleeful zeal.

So after the whip wielding woman handed the implement to doug, he emulated what he saw her do, teasing her a bit, then delivering some well placed swats. After five thwaps across both foot bottoms, because he really didn't know what his wife's threshold was with this sort of punishment, he stopped and handed the whip back to Ms. Cockrill.

lizeskimo

09-27-2007, 03:37 AM

Liz was still rubbing her aching feet when doug suddenly stopped hitting his wife. "Well that's a little disappointing, I thought that maybe you would have exacted your revenge for your earlier whipping, but that is your choice" she said dryly.
"Ah well, better make yourself useful and pass me a pair of flat heeled shoes and a small length of rope."

Liz got up and hissed slightly as the cold of the floor hit her latex covered feet and went over to louise. Taking off her gag she asked "well louise how did you like your punishment, hope it wasn't too uncomfortable for you"

gagged_Louise

10-05-2007, 04:51 PM

The feeling of her body swathed into the tight black latex and her arms strapped against her - Louise hadn't known if it would be that much to talk about after at least two hours of strict bondage. But it felt strange, and as she lay like a mummy, almost suffocating. As the whip flashed at her soles she squirmed like a taut feather. Those fast swats made her wonder what was coming next, she held her breath when the rhythm suddenly dropped off. And then Ms Cockrill’s voice, it sure sounded like she was again in command.

With this much tight wrapping it felt like Liz was somehow owning her body, showing it off in glowing black to her man and Master. Things had really turned around, and she wondered if Liz would keep this position some nights when they got the house. The idea set her mind spinning.

“I am..I’m fine, I know I have some to learn” – now it took effort to form the words. She gazed up at Liz’ eyes: they seemed glittering, but also hot and oddly impressed by the younger woman’s ability to endure this.
“Well, you’re the kind who should learn things in a dungeon like this” Liz replied and rapped her foot slightly on the floor. “and you’re certainly graceful enough”. Louise nodded, but before she had time to say thank you Liz refitted the gag tight into her mouth. “You have no need to speak for the moment”

“Ah, there you are, doug. Thanks”
What would be rushing on her now? Suddenly, without warning. Louise felt a new series of rappings on her soles – harder, heavier, thumping. What the…? She groaned into her gag, the punch went straight up into her tired calves. Liz had no intention of halting with the knotted, hard rope she was swinging at Louise’s feet, making her sweat and cringe relentlessly.

lizeskimo

10-06-2007, 08:10 AM

"Do hurry up with the rope and shoes doug, my feet are getting cold" Liz said over her shoulder.

"I think you have suffered enough for the moment louise, so I'm going to loosen your bonds. When I have done so I want you to stand up very slowly"

It was quicker loosening the miriad of straps holding louise so cruelly to the bench that putting them on, but within a few moments louise was on her feet. She bent down and undone the zipper holding her legs together.
"Open your legs now slave" Ms. Cockrill ordered....so she did. Instantly louise started to shuffle around from the pain in her feet. Liz decided to show her a little mercy and guided her into the chair she had been sitting in previously.

Doug placed the shoes in front of the estate agent's feet. "Thankyou doug, most kind of you, oh and the rope if you don't mind" Liz said slipping her feet into the comfortable footwear.

Seeing as you stopped whipping your slave without my permission, I'm afraid you're going to have to be punished again for your foolishness. Hands behind your back please and turn around" Liz expertly lashed his hands together then pulled his latex trousers down and off his legs. She almost ripped his pouch off and before doug had a chance to think what was going to happen, he was pushed into a wooden high backed chair.

"Stay still while I give you something to think about your disobedience" Liz picked up a handful of clothes pins, at least ten and clipped them onto the raw flesh of his testicles and penis. Not satisfied she added another handful. To his credit doug hardly moved a muscle throughout. Liz was thinking that maybe he had this done before. "Now stay there until I say so. Do not speak or I will really gag you" Doug lowered his head, not wanting to say a word.

DungeonMaster6

10-07-2007, 09:19 AM

Doug was so relieved to be free of that needled pouch, he didn't even mind that he was once again standing bare naked in front of the real estate lady. He also had a fleeting thought, at that moment - He could've grabbed Ms. Cockrill and put an end to her little fun.

For a split second the vision of her naked body struggling either in those stocks or in that bent-over, arms-pulled-up-behind-her position whizzed through his brain. He was sure, however, that he would have his chance to turn this Domme into his slavegirl eventually.

So when Ms. Cockrill donned the shoes and pulled him over to the straight back chair, he put up no resistance as she tethered her naked slave to it with his thighs spread wide. And when he saw the clothespins in her hands, he thought about his sensitive nipples. When the vixen attached the first one to his right nub, he breathed in sharply, but his pain doubled instantly when she added the second one to his other nipple.

But Ms. Cockrill wasn't through. She smiled wickedly as she slowly began attaching some more pegs down his cock shaft, with a few more added to the lip around the head. Writhing in pain, doug's face reddened when She berated him for not whipping louise's feet harder. And when she added a few more pegs to his ball sac, the raucous noise he was making caused her to find his underwear, ball up the cotton material and shove it into his mouth, affectively gagging him.

"That should hold you for a while slaveboy," Ms. Cockrill said with a wicked laugh. "Now, let's have a look at you, louise."

gagged_Louise

10-12-2007, 05:02 PM

She'd almost slumped into the chair when Liz helped her around. The droning pain and tension in her legs was still palpable and made her feel tired, but being seated made her relax a little. That guy Doug, he seemed to almost enjoy it when his cock and balls were pinched and pegged! Louise felt thrilled, for once she was getting to see her husban's submissive side. But looking over at Liz's lean, string jaws and powerful poise she felt tingles of fear too. It was just a scary feeling to be in the hands of another woman like this.
The feeling of stinginess and sweat in her legs made her yelp softly into the ring gag; she breathed hard trying to fight it.
"Oh, come now slave, I know you can do better than that" Liz said, turning to look at her. "I can see your naked pussy, it belongs to me, but I really don't want to have to give it the whip..."

Louise grunted and tried to straigthen herself to assume pose, she felt her bound arms weighing at he back, but hearing Liz talk like that sent a soft flash through her. The skin of her modesty seemed to flush. being owned and controlled by another woman - by this woman, having to kneel to her and beg her for the right to cum...the idea ran through her. It was both frightful and hot, it seemed just too much.. No! Nnngh!! And what would that mean to Doug?

The man fifteen feet away from her moaned as the clothes pegs bit into hs genitals, he was in Liz' power like she was herself. Liz eyed him and seemed to consider if she should whip him again, one more time. He scratched his foot, looking like a servant. Liz bent down to get some tool.

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Louise got to her feet, felt the floor so she was stable and ran off, swerving beside a pole and some whips hung up on a stand. She leaned forward, fettered by the armbinder.on her back, and panting in low, gruff sounds.
"Hey, Loui-ise!" Liz cried out. She didn't answer and two seconds later Lix exclaimed "Fuckin' slave!" and set off running after her.

Louise took aim for the door to the small kitchen beside the dungeon, hoping there would be anpther staircase up there. Her mind was close to panic. She had suddenly had enough, revulsion and fear and some kind of pity for Doug rolled through her like a wave. Behind her she could just hear Liz' footsteps.
Abruptly her knee hit a thin metal bar jutting out, attached to a sawhorse. She felt the sharp pain, cried out and tried to lean left while running, but her feet skidded on the floor. Louise feel forward and her corseted stomach hit the cold floor mat.. "Mmnnnghhh!!"
Her entire body quivered and ached as she lay there, opening her eyes and wishing she was outside, just not here. She groaned and tried to kick out, then suddenly started crying softly and stutteringly as she heard Liz approaching behind her,.
"I thought I could trust you, slave louise"

DungeonMaster6

10-12-2007, 08:14 PM

Even though doug was in discomfort from the constant pinching of those clothes pins on his sensitive areas, he was nonetheless astounded when he saw his wife trying to escape. Bound and gagged, the naked man could only look on in stunned silence.

Louise had indeed endured a lot so far, from Him when she was in those stocks and from Ms. Cockrill. Apparently she had reached her limit, and was desperately trying to find a way out.

The pain in his privates took second fiddle to the thought that his precious louise would endure even further punishment from this woman who had them trapped in this cellar.

lizeskimo

10-29-2007, 05:53 AM

Liz ran over to the floored and moaning louise. "Are you okay louise, you sure hit that bar hard."

"Eth ith Ockrizll" louise tried to say.

"Hang on while I take out your gag. I need to know that you're really okay"

Liz unbuckled the ring gag and gently prised it from between louise's teeth, ignoring the drool. She waited a few moments for the sobbing woman to recompose herself....

"Are you sure you are all right, that was quite a knock you took there" A short silence...."Yes Miss Cockrill, physically i'm all right,a little sore, but it's just the emotional side got to me a bit. It's, well you know.... a little hard watching and participating in my Master's punishments.
Please Ms Cockrill, don't make me.
I will accept whatever punishment i should receive for my foolish escape attempt and i promise i wont try and escape again"
Tears stated to well up in her eyes so she quickly bowed her head, hoping Liz hadn't seen them.

Liz considered what louise had said for a few moments, then started to undo her restraints.

"you are a very brave person to say that louise, you obviously love your husband and Master a lot to put yourself on the line on his behalf. Very well, after your impending punishment I shall release your husband from his bonds. Afterwards he can decide what happens next."

All of louise's restraints and clothing were stripped away from her sweaty form and neatly rehung on their hangers and put back in their respective places. "A tidy cellar is a happy cellar" Liz said brightly "Right louise in the shower now, you look like you could do with it. You have five minutes or else!" She laughed as louise almost sprinted into the little bathroom.

The estate agent walked over to doug, watching him twisting slightly in his discomfort."There must be at least twenty clothes pins on you, that's gotta hurt" Doug nodded. "Never mind, they'll be off soon so just grin and bear it for now so to speak" she said darkly.

"You know doug,you have a great wife there, do make sure you look after her well once you leave here." Doug nodded his head enthusiatically, Liz smiled broadly.

Liz pulled the sopping gag out of doug's mouth, throwing it in a conveniently nearby bin.
"Yes Ms.Cockrill, she is great, i'm so lucky to have her, and by what she has just said proves to me, at least, of how much he loves me and respects me as her Master.Can i tell you something about louise Ms. Cockrill?"

"This sounds most interesting. Please do."

"Well louise has been asking me for while when are we going to set up hooks and a pully so that she can be suspended and maybe whipped....but not too hard. I think it's been a fantasy of hers for quite some time. You know, she has taken a lot today, so maybe it would be a nice thing to have as her punishment seeing as there's already the equipment in this wonderful soon to be ours house. What do you think Mistress Liz?"

"What a great thought, very touching. I'm sure she will love it, but of course she wont know it was your idea will she?" Liz said picking up the inflatable gag doug had worn earlier.

"You know the drill, open up wide" "Yes Ms. Cockrill" doug's last three words before he was muted once again. A few quick pumps inflated the rubber bladder in his mouth ensuring his secret was safe with her.

"Hurry up louise, you have two minutes left" Liz shouted as she busied herself preparing an electric hoist, raising the cable up and lowering it, making sure all was in good working order. "Remember doug, safety and preparation!" she said, not even looking at him.

Louise ran out of the shower, a large white towel wrapped around her body and another wrapped turban style around her head. Both towels had several crests embroidered into the soft terry material."Must be the family crest of the Roachfortes" Louise mused.

"Feel better now?" "Yes thankyou Ms. Cockrill, much better." Liz looked at the betowelled louise "That's good. When you've dried yourself put the towels back in the bathroom and lie down on the floor on your back with your legs together and your arms above your head."

gagged_Louise

11-09-2007, 03:42 AM

Feeling her skin a bit more nice and warm, oozing of the rubbing as she hung up the towels. Louise returned out and with just a little hesitation lay down on the floor. She looked up into the high, whitish, plastered ceiling. What was about to pass? She felt a teasy, thrilling sensation, both , ear and turn-on as she heard Liz rapping her feet slightly, then the lady stepped closer.

"You see, Louise, I have respect for you and it's an honour that you'll take your just punishment. That shows you can be directed and trained,- it is for me to do it since your lovely husband isn't to undertake much now. I like to see your body marked and moulded, you defiant kneeling...slavegirl" she said, her voice just slightly creaking at the lat word.She stepped close and handed Louise a pair of dark, sheer knee hose. "You will wear these, they do suit you"
Louise swallowed and nodded. "Thank you, Ms Cockrill."
She leaned down and rubbed Louise’s back with her hand. Moving unhurriedly, the palm of her hand swept over her,, making Louise shudder inside as it touched the welts up there.
“You seat yourself upon that lovely ass, girl. The stripes given you here were….maybe a bit harder than what you’ve experienced before, but it is to get you used to it.”
Louise nodded in silence and heaved herself into sitting, her bruised legs catching the light in front of her. Holding the lycra fabric open she guided it over her feet letting it encase her calves. It felt nice, but as her gaze moved up over her thighs she wondered what was to happen next.

Liz put her left hand on Louise’s shoulder and let the right one feel over the younger woman’s stomach and the underside of her breasts, warm and brown in hue. Feeling her strong hands, Louise felt suspended in time and it seemed almost silly she had tried to run away, then she looked over at Doug and noticed how sweaty and rough he looked, but not broken.

Liz straigtened herself, “You are not going ot see this punishment naked of course. Your flesh was made for a corset, so that is what you’ll wear”. Louise wouldn’t ever contest that, she owned two herself, and she felt a kind of expectancy as Liz went off to a locker and selected a corset in jet black, sheeny leather.

At her sign , Louise stood up and let Ms Cockrill fold the dark around her stomach and firm breasts. It swathed her body, and Liz’ hands moved to her back and began lacing up the line of eyelets. “Hold in your stomach – ah, that’s a good girl” – she was working fast and in minutes Louise could feel the unyielding pressure, still not quite tight.

.“Breathe in a little, slave” – Louise drew for air and could feel Liz’ hands settling again midway up. She undid the lacing but held her fingers silently ready; a move that made Louise tingly and uncertain. How long..? Finally she had to breathe out, and as soon as Liz noticed she pulled the eyelets again, this time tighter. She repeated it with the next eyelet, this time Louise inhaled , held stiff for a few moments, and then – me teasing you? – breathed out and let herself be moulded. As Liz went on tightening the corset, Louise sometimes fought back slightly, the next ,moment gave in. Finally, Liz closed the buckle strap on top and the tall, captive woman looked down on her tightened, sleek belly. Liz' hand settled on her right shoulder, and she felt a rush of blood going through her.

The silence seemed foreboding. Louse looked to the side. “Is it..?”
“Yes, it’s tight and fine. But before you are punished, your privates must be secured as well. You will be wearing a nice, tight crotchrope.”

Louise swallowed hard at her words.

lizeskimo

11-16-2007, 09:01 AM

A worried look flashed across her face,"Oh don't look so afraid louise, you might even enjoy what's in store for you. Now open your legs wide so I can fit your crotchrope. A remote controlled vibrator and a butt plug might give you a little excitement, if I allow it. Have you used a butt plug before?" Louise blushed bright red "yes Ms. Cockrill, we have used butt plugs on a few occasions"

Liz picked up a coil of rough looking rope and threaded the end through holes in the ends of a small but thick vibrator and a dumpy looking butt plug."Don't want to lose them inside you" Liz reasoned.

The invaders were lubed up and Liz gently pushed them very slowly into both of louise's holes making her gasp, particularly when the rear plug went in. The rope expertly tied around her already narrowed waist and passed back and forth through her legs and pulled so tightly it seemed to disappear between her cracks, forcing the plugs deeper into their respective holes.

"Ouch Ms. Cockrill that feels very rough and it's too tight" "Nonsense" Liz exclaimed and pulled the rope just a little more before tying it with several knots. She let louise get used to the feeling of being stuffed for a few moments "There,not so bad is it?"
"i suppose not Ms. Cockrill" louise said darkly.

The estate agent picked up two small boxes for the vibrators and turned on the dials on their fronts. Immediately louise jumped a little, surprised by the sudden shocks. "Oooo, Ms. Cockrill that feels weird" Liz laughed. "Sorry my dear,just a little demonstration for you. I'll turn them down....for now"
"Thankyou Mistress" louise whispered, still blushing deeply.

Liz retrieved the spreader bar that had been previously used on doug and tightly fastened the wide cuffs around louise's ankles. With a little grunt she opened the bar out until louise thought her hips were going to pop their joints. "Just as well i do yoga" she mused.

A similar spreader was attached to her wrists and opened out.When all was done louise resembled a taut star shape.Four small padlocks on the cuffs and two larger ones in the aligned holes on the spreader bars ensured nothing was coming loose until Liz decided otherwise.

"My you do look very cute like that, all nicely spread out. I'm sure you're feeling more than a little exposed and vunerable right now. Not much chance of you trying to escape again now is there?"
"No Ms. Cockrill, but i suppose it's my own fault i'm in this position" Liz frowned "Yes slave it is"

Liz clicked her way over to the trunk, pulled out the keys to the locks, a stiff looking hood and a large red ball gag. "Okay my dear, we're almost there, then we can start your punishment.The hood first I think."

Ms.Cockrill wrestled the thick leather material over louise's head and tugged it down tightly to her neck. the lacing was done relatively quick but extra tight. The built in collar buckled around her neck and a small padlock completed the look. The hood was so tight Liz could see the contours of the slave girl's face, the dim light bouncing off the polished soft hide.

Before louise had a chance to say anything the estate agent stepped behind her, pulled her head back at the same time forcing the large ball between her teeth and deep into her mouth."Akkk ooo ith ockillz"
She tried to dislodge the ball with her tongue, but it was stuck firm behind her even white teeth The strap tightened so hard it almost blended in with the hood. Within seconds the trapped girl's jaw started aching and she wondered how long she would have to endure such a large gag.

Liz held the spreadout louise under her armpits and eased her backwards and down until she reached the floor, lining up the centre of the arm spreader bar to a thick metallic ring set into the floor on a swivel. Another bigger lock loudly snapped onto the ring and the spreader lock "My you're quite light aren't you?" she said standing back up.
"Just as well really, I don't fancy hurting my back, well not today" she said offhandedly.

The cable and hook were lowered and raised a couple more times, just to double check all was working perfectly, then connected to louise's ankle spreader.

Again the winch started to whirr, but changed tone slightly as the cable took the strain, gently lifting louise's ankles towards the high white ceiling,stretching her already taut body that little bit more. Satisfied, Liz gave her a little push and she started revolving slowly.

"You okay there louise?" a nod...."Not feeling giddy or anything are you?" She shook her head and grunted quietly to indicate all was well. "Excellent, such a good girl. I bet you haven't had this treatment at home have you?" Another shake of the head.Liz laughed and looked at doug. "Looks like you've been neglecting your wife somewhat, maybe you can learn something today don't you think?"

From her upside down position louise watched her husband lower his head and blush deeply at Ms.Cockrills words. "Were they talking about my fantasy of being suspended and whipped while i was in the bathroom? I shall ask Doug later when i get the chance" she thought.

Liz stopped louise spinning and positioned her so her back was facing her. "Okay my dear here we go hold tight!" She slapped her left ass cheek with the flat of her latex gloved hand making a nice loud sound....a grunt.
Six more harder slaps and she turned her attentions to her right cheek, making sure she hit the welts from her previous punishment....more grunts. "So far so good yes?"....another louder grunt and a quick nod.

Liz enthusiastically but methodically continued slapping the inverted louise on her ass cheeks, seven hits at a time, then worked her way up the backs and sides of her thighs,paying particular attention to the untouched areas of her skin. The force of her hits made her sway slightly, the swivels squeaking slightly with the strain.

The estate agent spun louise around and continued slapping her on the front of her thighs,seven hits at a time,each one getting just that little bit harder than the last.
She tried to writhe to get away from the stinging, but gave up after a few moments. A couple more sets of slaps then Liz stopped. "Ow that hurt" she said shaking her hands and blowing them theatrically.
"I think that's you warmed up, now for the second part of your punishment."

Louise was spun back around to face her husband, her eyes setting on an upside down view of his straining erection.The miriad of clothes pegs gripping into his balls and penis gave them a purple blue hue, but looked quite comical. "He looks happy" she thought, then sighed under her gag.

"I don't recall giving you permission to get an erection doug. I thought the pegs might have stopped that, but obviously I was wrong.... Excuse me for a moment louise while I deal with your randy husband"

Liz retrieved the riding crop from her chair then flicked the tip of his penis with it's smooth leather end. One of the clothes went flying off across the room, leaving an angry looking indentation. Doug tried to jump with the pain but got nowhere fast. His face went bright red and the muscles of his face tensed as her bit into his gag. "Hmmmrff hhmmrf" Liz giggled at the sight of him trying to escape from the pain. "Well it's not my fault if you can't control yourself is it?"

All the pegs on doug's penis eventually went flying off to different parts of the cellar. Each flick of the crop lessened his erection until he was totally flaccid. "Not quite finshed" Liz said pulling his penis out and slipped several small rings down its length.
"That should stop any further excitement for now.Do that again and I won't be as gentle with you!"

Doug tried to say something, but came out as "Hhrrf mmmff rrrfffll"

"Do you you ever learn?" Liz hissed, rolling her eyes.She squeezed the bulb of his gag a couple more times. "Now keep quiet, sit there and watch until I say so. Is that crystal clear?" Dog nodded sheepishly, but thought to himself "I'll get you for this Ms. Cockrill, i'll show you!"

"So sorry about that dear, some people don't know how to conduct themselves. Now where was I before I was rudely interrupted....ah yes, the second part of your punishment."

Taking aim with the crop, Liz thwacked the helpless girl on her butt and thighs, each stoke landing exactly next to the previous one, leaving more angry raised welts on her now sweating skin.

Every hit Liz was rewarded with a little sound from louise's hooded head. "Having fun yet dear? I'm sure you are, but if it get's too much for you then wiggle the toes on your right foot and I will stop for a while. Nod if you understand"....a nod. "That's good, now for your front again, just to even things out a little."

Liz lost count, not that she was counting in the first place, of how many thwacks louise took on her now very sore legs, but eventually and only because her arm was aching and she was getting hot under her catsuit,she stopped.

Louise's chest heaved underneath her over tight corset and she let out a deep sigh as the stinging took full effect, but strangely she could feel herself getting warm in her groin. "If only I could grind myself into something for a bit of relief" she thought through the cloud of stinging pain.

Ms.Cockrill panted her way over to where she had left the glasses and jug of water and took several deep gulps of the cold liquid. "Hydration is very important under such...er....hard circumstances. I'm sweating buckets her, so I hope you are appreciating my efforts" she laughed.

"Now sweetie a little reward for you before the last part of your punishment. I must say you have been very good so far. I hope you can keep it up."

Liz sat in her chair, picked up the remote controls for the vibrator and butt plug and switched them onto their lowest settings. Immediately louise tried to squirm and twist in her bonds as the vibrations shot through her plugged holes. "You like that yes? Now how's about a little more stimulation?" she said turning up the dials a couple more notches. A loud grunt this time....Ms.Cockrill grinned. Doug was probaly grinning under his gag , but of course Liz wasn't looking in his direction.

She jumped up and gave louise's prone sweaty body a little push. Sipping a little more of her water she watched her spin around and around. "A nice sight hey doug" she said without looking at him. "You've got to agree your wife looks rather beautiful. Just think of how many wonderful nights you both could have down here once you've bought the house. The Roachfortes will be very happy that I've found such accommodating buyers."

Doug said nothing, but while Liz had her back turned to him, he busied himself tring to escape from the ropes that held him in his present predicament.

"Okay louise" Liz announced as she stopped her rotating again "Break is over, back to business.For the last part of your punishment I'm going to whip you while you spin around. This time it will be more than just your legs.The vibrators will be left on until I'm finished which could be a while. Of course, if you prefer, I can stop now and release you. Do you want me to stop or continue. A nod or shake your head. I will give you a few moments to decide."

As Ms. Cockrill waited, secretly hoping louise would agree, she selected a thick braided six tailed whip, about two feet long and ran its length through her right hand a few times.

The cellar went very quiet, the only sounds coming from the hard breathing of louise, the odd grunt from the direction of her husband and the low buzzing from the vibrators.

Louise knew her limits had been pushed by the estate agent and she was proud that she had endured so much without backing out."Maybe i'm more of a pain slut that i realised. i hope Doug has took this on board, but only time will tell" she thought.

Now at this present moment in time she just wanted to please her Mistress and show her husband and Master that she really was a good submissive, nodded her head slowly. Liz said nothing, so she nodded again, a little more enthusiastically this time.

"My oh my doug, your wife is amazing, a lucky fellow you are indeed" she exclaimed, still running the whip through her hand. "The decision has been made, so with no further ado" she trailed off.

Again louise was spun and Liz started the final whipping. Every time the whip connected it snaked around her rotating body, biting into her already tenderised flesh. Louise screamed as loud as she could, which in reality was only a low gutteral sound and bit down hard on the large rubber ball wedged in her mouth.

Feeling that louise had enough punishment on her exposed legs she worked her way down her body. The taut leather corset offered only a little protection as the whip lashed her stomach and back. She shook and rattled in her bonds as blow after blow rained on her.

All the while the vibrations in her crotch were making her more and more excited "Nnngggg ngggh" she grunted loudly, not caring who heard her. She was taking the hardest whipping she had ever endured in her adult life by the hand of this wonderful estate agent. She was hating the pain but surprisingly enjoying it at the same time.

Liz must of either sensed or smelt louise's excitement,stopped the whipping for a moment and turned the vibrations up even further. "Akkkmmmm ggrfpph aakkk oooo" Liz grinned broadly. "Looks like I've hit the right spot so to speak. Just a little more then you're done"

Another spin and the whipping renewed. Liz worked her way to louise's upper back and breasts, the lashes making a thwopping sound as it hit the leather corset. Over and over, the supple leather rained on her bound body, every time the whip's length wrapped around her in a stinging embrace.

Louise screamed like a banshee, well a gagged one anyhow, as her orgasm started to build. Her legs strained against the spreader bar desperately trying to squeeze the vibrator and butt plug within her. "Ahhhh aaeii mmffff oooozzzmng"

"Okay dear one final push" Liz giggled as both the invaders were turned up to full power. Louise struggled wildly, finding energy she thought she never had, trying to get away from this madness.

Suddenly the whipping and the spinning stopped. Louise was feeling so disorientated by now, but her whole being was still concentrating on her sopping hot crotch as she started to spurt her juices from deep within.

Liz could see doug's wife's juices running freely down and over her corset and hood, glistening like early morning dew.

She knew she had done a good job on the slave girl, she had took her punishment very well.

"Cum for me now louise, cum for your Mistress. There's a good girl." she purred as she rubbed her right hand along her crotchrope, slapping it hard at the same time with her left. Liz kept up a steady rhythm until she stopped bucking, eventually going limp like a rag doll.

"Ahhh ahhh aeeii" louise managed through the gag when the strong feelings eventually subsided.

"You have done very well to handle your punishment and you have really earned your orgasm. See what you can achieve if you try hard enough. I am very proud of you and I hope you are too doug. Truly amazing." Liz said with genuine feeling.

The vibrators were slowly turned down and then off completely.The heavily panting and sweating, not to mention severely punished louise was gently lowered back to the ground to rest. Liz took another sip of water, poured another glass in readiness for when louise was ungagged later and waited for her to recompose herself.

Unbeknown to the estate agent doug had been busy himself....

DungeonMaster6

11-23-2007, 02:54 PM

Writhing from the constant pressure of those clothes pegs on his privates, doug could do nothing other than witness the perverted scene that was taking place before him. When Ms. Cockrill tied the crotchrope in place and forced the vibrator as well as the butt plug into louise’s holes, a signal was immediately sent to his genitals. It was a good thing for him that the needled pouch had been removed.

In scenes with his wife doug had indeed used a vibro as well as a butt plug before, and he’d also used a spreader bar on her many times. But he never used one in quite the same manner as the real estate lady did, and when the bound man saw his wife suspended upside down and spinning around, his cock was at full extension despite the clothespins.

Seeing his pain-slut of a wife in this position made him think of the time at that party when this Domme forced a kneeling louise to suck her tits, but that was nothing compared to this. The bound and pegged man was actually enjoying watching Liz slap his suspended wife’s butt cheeks repeatedly, turning the her rear cheeks fiery red.

Once she had stopped spinning, louise got an upside down view of her husband’s purplish erection, which Ms. Cockrill couldn’t help but witness as well. His brief levity at the thought of what that must’ve looked like was interrupted coarsely by the not-too-pleased woman holding a riding crop. “I don’t recall giving you permission to get an erection, doug! I thought the pegs might’ve stopped that, but obviously I was wrong. . . Excuse me louise while I deal with your randy husband.”

His punishment for getting a hard-on without permission was immediate. He groaned painfully when she flicked the leather end of the crop against the tip of his penis. The shooting pain caused him to wince and groan incoherently into his gag as one of the clothespins went flying across the room. Another one soon followed a different direction. Since the experienced man knew all too well that clothespins always hurt worse when they come off compared to when they are applied, the crop wielding woman didn’t disappoint him. One by one she whipped them off causing the man anguished discomfort. Each spot on doug’s shrinking cock where a peg pinched the sensitive skin felt like it had been stung by a dozen wasps each time a peg was knocked off, and by the time the last one was heading across the room, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

“Not quite finished,” Liz added coldly. She then placed several cock rings around the length of his penis. “That should stop you from any further excitement. Do that again and I won’t be as gentle with you!” The miserable man tried a meek reply but nothing really registered.

Leaving the chastised man to his suffering, Liz once again resumed louise’s punishment, this time using the riding crop on some areas of the suspended woman’s body that doug was all too familiar with. Her butt and thighs seemed to bear the brunt of the assault. Liz showed her expertise with that particular implement, as she landed each thwap exactly next to the previous one. Even doug could hear his wife’s whimpering sounds under the hood. At that point he couldn’t tell if they were moans of anguish or joy. Being the pain-slut she had become, he wouldn’t be surprised if it were the latter.

In addition doug got the feeling that his wife was enjoying being Ms. Cockrill’s slave, not that that was a bad thing. He always got off on watching girl/girl scenes.

He also got another thought. He wondered if Ms. Cockrill had ever put rings on Mr. Roquefort?. After all, why would they have such things here if they weren’t used on someone? doug, himself, had indeed experienced these devious devices before. It also fortified another idea the enslaved man had. This real estate lady was more than just a salesperson. He was convinced she also lived here. Was she the Roquefort’s slave?. . . Or was she their Mistress? . . . Maybe both! . . . She is probably a switch! Maybe they were all switches? Despite the lingering effects from his punishment, doug couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly when he thought of the combinations that could produce. He also thought about the parties he and louise could throw in this place.

By now Liz had wandered over to refresh herself after she had worn herself out whipping louise. The pegged man could hear her say something about sweating buckets. He was sure that it had to be hot under that catsuit, which seemed to be molded to her like the proverbial second skin. He couldn’t help but notice a healthy pair of breasts that were trying to burst out, and the way the material stretched so tightly over her ample derriere, if she had a pimple on her butt cheeks he would’ve seen it.

At the point when Liz picked up the remote control to activate the vibrator and the butt-plug, doug felt the rope around his right wrist that had him pinned to the chair, slip. Suddenly, doug felt like there was a chance of escape, but he had to be cautious about it. Liz was no dummy. Surely if she suspected he was trying to escape his bonds, she would’ve tightened the knots and punished him further.

When Ms. Cockrill rose from her seat to approach louise again, doug watched carefully that the latexed woman couldn’t see him out of her peripheral vision. When he saw her push louise’s hanging body, he pulled harder on his right wrist, which miraculously freed his arm. “A nice sight,” Liz said without looking at him. That gave him time to reach over quickly and untie his left wrist.

By that time Liz had picked out the whip she would use on louise’s spinning body, and doug had to feign like he was still bound while Ms. Cockrill used a thick six-tailed whip on louise. The whip-wielding woman showed no mercy whatever on the upside down suspended slave. Liz proved to be just as proficient with this instrument, giving louise the hardest whipping yet, getting a steady rhythm going and hitting the spinning body wherever she could, while poor louise was screaming into her gag.

It was during that time, however, when doug was able to free his legs, take out the gag and remove the rings.

Suddenly the spinning and the whipping stopped, but doug noticed something. Louise’s juices were running freely over her corset and hood. That answered his previous question.

But Ms. Cockrill wasn’t quite through with her slave-girl. At that point she turned the dial on the remote to it’s highest position. What followed was a mind-blowing orgasm for a thoroughly spent louise. “Cum for me now, cum for your Mistress!” Liz exclaimed. Doug felt gladness that his precious louise had achieved what every submissive longs for.

Once the vibrator was slowly turned off, and louise’s body was slowly lowered to the ground, it was time for Doug to act. While Liz had her back turned toward the “ bound and gagged” man, and while she was talking to the still hooded louise, he quickly and quietly snuck up on the unsuspecting real estate lady, who yelped suddenly from the strong pull on her hair. Looping his strong left arm around the woman’s smooth waist, he pinned her body to him. Ms. Cockrill was no weakling, but he exercised and lifted weights, so he easily controlled her as she screamed and fought against him. - Doug could see louise’s shocked expression in her eyes, and he wasn’t sure at that point who’s side she was on.

Desperately flailing her arms wildly trying to strike him, Liz was not giving up easily. Evading the blows Doug dragged her backwards in the direction of the stocks. His vision of seeing her naked body in that classic medieval implement was about to come true. Very carefully, he pushed her left arm into place, followed by her head and right arm. This time he knew where the key was.

“There we go my dear. This is the position I envisioned you to be in when I first saw this dungeon. It was rather kind of you to show us this,” he said sarcastically as Liz struggled and screamed. To negate her from trying to kick him, he retrieved one of the spreader bars she used on louise and put it in place. “I do believe I’ve heard quite enough of your mouth my dear. Where’s that balloon gag? Ah yes, right over near the chair you had me bound to!”

Liz’s loud protest was soon muted as Doug, who had rushed into the bathroom to pour some alcohol on the rubber gag, returned to where Liz was still screaming bloody murder, and forced her mouth open by squeezing the sides of her jaws. “This is really an ingenius gag you had in me Lizzie baby. Let’s see how you like it,” Doug said with a guffaw. Then squeezing the pump, he watched in glee, as the real estate lady’s jaws inflated.

Once he had his now slave girl immobilized and quiet, Doug ambled over to where louise was still bound and gagged. At least she wasn’t upside down anymore. Removing the hood and ungagging her, he looked at his wife, who seemed to be in a languid state. True, she was reveling in the most mind-blowing orgasm ever, and Doug was glad she experienced it. However, she was still his wife. Did she want to remain so? . . . Or did she want to become Liz’s permanent slave?

At that point he removed the other spreader bar, but something told him that she should be kept restrained. So he placed her on her knees with her wrists cuffed behind her and with one of her ankles chained to one of the hooks in the floor. He also reinserted the ball gag. “There you go my dear, don’t go anywhere while I work on your precious Mistress. . . or is that slave lizzie.” He chuckled out loud. “I think that’s my new name for our precious real estate lady!”

Leaving louise to her “ringside seat” as it were, Doug walked over to where he saw some closets and drawers, looked through them and smiled. In one of the drawers he found a shiny, wooden paddle, that was wide enough to cover both of a spankee’s rear cheeks. In one of the closets he found some leather pants. “Ah these must be Mr. Roquefort’s. Holding them up to his waist, the naked man smiled. “I think they might fit me! What do you think lou?” ...Nodding her head in his direction his wife tried to speak, “TTTMMMFFF”...”I think so too,” her husband answered whimsically. Sitting down, he pulled them onto his legs, stood up and pulled up the sleek material. “Almost as tight as that latex suit you had me wear lizzie,” he said with a laugh. Still smarting from those dratted needles and the clothespins, the man very carefully drew the zipper over his crotch.

“Hey, this feels pretty good. Mr. Roquefort and I must be the same size. What do you think ladies?” Doug asked as he spun around. When he didn’t hear a response he picked up the riding crop and quickly whacked lizzie across her still catsuited butt. “I asked you a question, slave!”...”YSR!” he thought he heard her blurt into the gag. He smiled. She was quick with that polite response, which told him she’d been a submissive before...which meant he was correct about her being a switch.

Then Doug looked over at his kneeling, gagged wife. “The same goes for you. When I ask a question, I want an answer, and since I addressed my query toward both of you ladies, I expected a response from you as well!” After he ambled over to her, he ordered to kneel up straight. A fiery red bottom and matching thighs greeted him, but the Dominant man had to maintain discipline. Two whacks with the riding crop, one on each cheek, forced the same sort of response out of louise as he got out of lizzie.

Then walking back over to where he laid that wooden paddle, his eyes lit up when he marveled at the shiny piece of maple. “You know lizzie,” Doug said as he addressed a now fearful looking real estate lady. “It was quite sneaky of you to lock us both down here while you watched us from upstairs,” he continued as he strolled back behind the stocked woman. “And there’s something else. I am quite familiar with real estate laws, my father was into this as well and I learned a few things. You know that contract that you had louise and I sign? We have three days to break it! So don’t think you’ve made this sale yet! This is a great place, for sure, but if I were you I’d cooperate with me if you want to realize that hefty commission you’d get for this sale!

“YSR.”

“On a another subject, you know that fake escape attempt by louise?” His wife’s face reddened when she heard him say that. “She knew there was no other way out of this cellar other then that one door,” he emphasized with a point of his finger. “She did that so you’d punish her. I guess by now you’ve learned what a pain-slut she is. But more than that, if a building inspector were to come in here, he’d flunk this house because of a fire code violation!...And the Roqueforts could never sell it to anyone!”
It was quite comical watching the lady with the charming English accent with her mouth stuffed trying to answer Doug’s declarations. “So I would suggest, lizzie, that you inform the sellers that they must have an outside entrance installed here, or the deal’s off!” Ms. Cockrill nodded in agreement.

Then laying the crop and wooden paddle on a table, Doug gazed at the catsuited ex-mistress, and looked for the zipper to the smooth material. Right up between her ample breasts it was. “I must say slave lizzie, you do look scrumptious in that catsuit, but I’m afraid it must come off. Reaching for the zipper, he drew it down, and a set of what he estimated to be size 38 or 40 breasts popped out. “Whoa louise!” Doug said as he looked over at an attentive wife. “You’d love sucking on these!” He raved as he slowly began rubbing the nipples. At first liz tried to pull her breasts away from the man’s hands, but it was for naught. “Oh I can have some fun with these later,” he boasted. Then he started peeling the latex down off her shoulders. It was necessary to fish the key to the lock out a zippered pocket of the catsuit so he could unlock the left arm hole in order to take the sleek material off her arm. After relocking her left arm in, he repeated the procedure on the right arm. After replacing that arm back in the stock, it was simply a matter of peeling the material down. He encountered some resistance pushing it over her hips, but he managed. Then there was the spreader bar. One leg at a time, he pulled the material down and off.

Locked before him in the classic position, was Ms. Cockrill, the charming English sales lady turned Mistress, who was now reduced to a submissive slave. Her naked breasts dangled invitingly, and her alabaster rear cheeks stretched tightly. He smiled at the spectacle before him. Such a glorious sight it was!

Doug’s leather pants crinkled as he moseyed over to pick up the wooden paddle. “You know at first lizzie, I was just going to use that hard-leather paddle on you, but I have a feeling that would be too easy on you. I think you can take a lot more. Isn’t that right, slave lizzie? ...”YSR.”... “That’s what I thought,” the leathered man said as he rubbed the maple colored paddle round and round on lizzie’s bottom. “Let’s find out how much you can take.”

He could see the bent-over long-haired woman try to relax her bottom, which was another sign this lady is no amateur. Doug smiled and raised the paddle in the air....then....................................... ...............WHACK!CRACK!SMACK!WHACK!SMACK!CRACK !SMACK!WHACK!WHACK!CRACK!WHACK!CRACK!SMACK!WHACK!C RACK!............................................. .................................................. .................................................. ............

lizeskimo

01-14-2008, 07:12 AM

Almost relentlessly and with a steady rhythm, hit after hit rained down on Liz's bare bottom. Each one reddening her pale flesh that little bit deeper.

The force pushed her body slightly forward towards the stocks,her breasts jiggling freely and the rings in her nipples glistened in the dim light.

Liz knew it was pointless wasting energy on trying to escape from the secured stocks, so she thought about what had happened in the last five minutes.

How things had changed. One minute she was enjoying punishing louise for her escape attempt, the next, Doug had somehow slipped her expert knots and now had her tightly imprisoned and gagged. His threat of pulling out of the deal amused her somewhat, little did he know that there was a secret entrance to the basement, but hadn't time to tell him that.

She felt a little embarrassed when Doug revealed that the escape attempt from his wife was fake, but accepted that it was a good plan they had cooked up....how they both would be punished once she had got out of her predicament.

Whack, whack, whack.....

Liz suddenly jumped back to her senses when the pain in her ass really started to hurt. Doug hadn't lied when he said that he had done this thing before!!! There again, so had she, so this could be an interesting ride.

She sighed heavily into the foul tasting rubber gag and relaxed as best she could, for at the moment there was nothing she could do but accept whatever her wannabe Master wanted to do to her.

gagged_Louise

01-24-2008, 01:08 AM

(((Louise whipped - Flashback, #1)))

Hanging outstretched from her ankles, louise had long since lost count of the swipes inflicted on her. A burning feeling in her back, a building heat in her crotch and her mind spinning. She heard Liz talking to Doug but noticed it in an almost abstract way. It was all over her, the swipes shot up and down and made her turn and twist inside: at the same time they filled her with a kind of admiration and respect. Overwhelmed by the flogging she tried to keep herself together but the twists seemed to tear her down,. She had felt bothered about what would happen next, but now as she was put through the wringer it didn’t really count – but coming closer to a burning heat did.

Locked into her sheath of black leather and latex, she felt the spinning series of swipes grinding her thighs, her butt and infusing her mind with a hot pull. Her head rocked as she felt the tugging drive on her legs and that rope nibbling at her quim, and again feeling drops of hot fluid stocking in there. Her cunt was heavy with the knowledge of her full surrender to Liz, the feeling that this woman could make her kneel and suck off any cock in a room.. She had always known she was straight, so how could another woman be doing this to her mind? The feeling of turnover just rolled through her, taking control as she hung there waiting. When the burning glint of the whip hit her thighs again, she tried to hold it out, but soon the speed and force picked up. Her butt was being pummeled, stretched about and she just had time to think "if I'm giving in to this it's probably going to happen again in time".In scent and feeling, te corset and the ropes seemed to transform louise as she tried to imagine herself.

Suddenly the flogging came to a halt, but not like it was over. Louise was too deep into herself to pick up the talk between Doug and Liz, but when Liz' sharply defined voice came back to her she was all ears. The relief that was coming her way...oh man, she needed but...As she heard the buzz and felt her ass and pussy being massaged a soft wail rose from inside her. That tight crotchrope and the plug, she had been aware of them all along and now that the plug and vib cake to life, she felt the sweat and vertigo rise in her body - her flesh starting to tingle under the pulses of those invaders. Being hung up like this and stirred by those thingies made her feel intensely that she was a piece of fuck meat, a brute slave. It was a wish she had dimly harboured but she had never known it would come true like this.

Louise could only clench her hands and begin squirming, her tense crotch took in the pounding from the vibrating pieces. "Nnnnngghhh!...pmeeeaffm". It wasn't the estate agent's time to listen, and as she turned up the speed louise's moan grew strained as she tugged hard at the chains and tried to keep down her rising sensual feeling. Knowing that Liz and Doug were watching her blind, writhing form just pushed her harder, made her give over to the vibrating drive in her ass and cunt.. Biting hard into the gag she felt as if a strange dye was flooding her; it didn’t matter that her thighs hurt more as she moved them, she couldn’t stop.

Louise’s blood went throbbing right through her chest as Liz’ cunning toys ran harder in her holes. She could all but sense what Liz would be thinking: “good spinning there, my girl” and this egged her on even more. She panted hard, for a moment suddenly she decided tio give in, but as she let the vibe grind her she still couldn’t forget Liz had put them there and they were somehow for Her pleasure – an enticing but hard thought.
When Liz put the choice to her: “Are you ready to go further, go the last mile?” Louise was feeling the seething fire and really delving into it. Thinking of this place in a kind of inverted perspective, just made the turn-on rise in her to new painful levels. She could see nothing, but she guessed Liz would next be using a powerful flogger. It was a thought to make strong waves come crashing in her soul. In silence, she pondered it. Her mind cried out no, she’d had enough, she’d even tried to escape, but her inner being yearned to go through this.
She listened into the dark silence, then tried to picture the fire she was facing. Her legs stretched up like some weird broad feather. Silence. She remembered something she had heard a submissive friend saying once: “the last action I will be taking as a free woman…”Then – she nodded, assented. At least for now, louise wanted to show her submission, needed to be Dominated by Liz and nobody else.

“My oh my, an amazing wife…” she could hear Liz commenting to Doug. Moments later, she was violently thrust round and could feel the whip licking her waist, her breast, taking her from behind like an assailant. The bite across her skin was stingy and hot and furious, driving the point home that there was no return. Her breasts seemed to heat up as the whipping thongs hit again. Growling into her gag, louise felt her sluttty drive pulling her in a circle as if she was dragged after a sled through the snow. “Nnnghhh!! Ah! Mmmm-mMGHH!!” Liz seemed more determined than ever to show her Domme presence.

DungeonMaster6

01-26-2008, 07:12 AM

Doug was actually quite impressed with Ms. Cockrill’s stamina. The leather pantsed, shirtless man didn’t count the strokes with the paddle, but he estimated he spanked her bottom at least sixty times. Not only did her bottom turn cherry red, but even with the gag in place he could tell she was gritting her teeth as her face became flushed. Otherwise, the real estate lady turned Domme, and now His slave, took the stiff spanking admirably well.

Walking around to the front of the stocks, the Dominant man held her head up by her hair. She cringed from the shooting pain in her scalp, but to his amazement she hadn’t shed a tear. Doug was beginning to like liz more and more. She’d proven to be a superior Mistress, indeed, and he was glad he’d showed his submissive side to her. Perhaps one day he’d submit himself to her once again. But for now, her payback was only beginning, and when he informed her of that, she babbled something incoherent into her gag.

Then looking over at a kneeling, attentive louise, Doug picked up the riding crop and approached her. “How did you like watching your precious mistress get spanked?” he asked with a slight sarcastic tone. Like lizzie, she attempted an incoherent reply, which only made the dominant man snicker. “Kneel up straight!” he ordered his wife, which forced her dangling boobs to waver slightly. Tapping her right tit with the crop, He looked down at her as he grabbed her hair with his left hand, forcing her head up. “Do think I didn’t notice how admiringly you’ve were watching liz while she was punishing me? She attempted to babble something, but gagged louise wasn’t making much sense. “You looked like you enjoyed torturing me by licking that needled pouch, didn’t you? And do you think I didn’t know that escape attempt was fake?” Again she jabbered into the gag. “Well since you are so enamored with lizzie, I have something in mind that will give you two some togetherness.” More jabbering.

Doug then unhooked the chain from the ring that held louise to the floor and ordered her to her feet, pointing the crop toward her breasts to ensure obedience. Leading her over to where the dangling chain hung from the pulley, he attached her wrists over her head and activated the up button on the dial until just the balls of her feet touched the floor. The whip marks had not yet faded, as he attached a spreader bar between her ankles. After tapping the crop gently against her wide open pussy, he ambled back over to the stocks.

“Okay lizzie baby, it’s your turn. Unlocking the medieval implement with the remembered key, Doug quickly cuffed the freshly spanked Ms. Cockrill’s wrists behind her back, attached a leash to the leather collar around her neck and forced her to follow Him over to where louise was suspended by her wrists. “Here we are my dear lizzie.” -Doug got the distinct feeling she didn’t like to be called that- He then freed her wrists only to raise them over her head, so that she was facing the other woman and suspended in the same manner, which placed the two ladies in close proximity to each other. Of course he added a spreader bar to lizzie’s ankles as well.

Stepping back and admiring the scene before Him, Doug wished he had a camera at this moment. This scene, however, would be pictured in his mind’s eye forever- two naked ladies facing each other, nearly tit to tit.

Then he remembered how Ms. Cockrill was sneakily watching louise and Himself while Doug and his wife played in the dungeon from a video camera upstairs. Perhaps he’d mosey up there and have a look for himself. But that would come later.

For now though, He wasn’t quite through. Walking over to the drawers he’d seen earlier, he pulled one open.. “Oh we can have fun with these,” He mused as he held up four sets of chained metal clamps.

As the dark haired man ambled back to where his two slave girls dangled so invitingly, Doug noticed louise trying to make eye contact with liz. “I’ll put an end to that nonsense!” he declared as he slipped blindfolds on both of them.

“See lizzie, I told you we could fun with these!” Doug said as he held up one of her size 38's. But to his surprise she barely flinched when he enclosed her right nipple with one of the metal clamps. He could tell she was feeling the pain, but she was breathing inward sharply and letting it out, which further enforced her experience as a submissive. Her discomfort doubled when Doug attached the second biting implement. These clamps were not adjustable with absolutely no let-up from the relentless pressure, and even though her nipples were turning purple, she absorbed the excruciating torment rather well.

Then Doug looked over at his wife. “Okay louise, let’s see if you can do as well as lizzie.” He then extended the chain from liz’s right nipple and pointed the other clamp toward louise’s right nipple. Knowing what a pain-slut his wife is, he figured she’d take it pretty well, and she did, reacting similar to lizzie. Then Doug pulled on the chain that was attached to the clamp on liz’s left nub, and extended it so that it crossed the first chain between their bodies, and he attached the other clamp to louise’s left nipple.

Stepping back and again wishing he had a camera, Doug would not forget this picture for the rest of his days on this earth.

Then he added something. He strolled back over to the drawers, where he found some one pound weights. Smiling sardonically, the man picked them up, ambled back and immediately hung a one pound weight to where the two chains crossed, dragging all four nipples downward. Doug heard the ladies breathing harder, but instead of pitying them he added another weight. He was glad that the clamps were on tight enough so they wouldn’t slip from the nipples.

“Almost done ladies,” Doug boasted as He knelt between them holding two more sets of metal clamps. He decided to let louise go first this time. Very carefully he pointed an open clamp toward her left pussy lip. A raucous reaction was blurted into her gag as the relentless pressure mounted. That reaction doubled when he attached the second clamp on the other pussy lip. Writhing in pain, his wife’s face reddened, but now it was lizzie’s turn. Her reaction mirrored louise’s, as the two clamps were attached to her sensitive lower lips. Then as an added bonus, Doug added a one pound weight to those crossed chains as well.

“I think this is a good payback for that needled pouch, lizzie baby, and for you dear wifey, for the way you enjoyed my torture.” He declared as he ambled toward the basement door. “I hope you ladies enjoy yourselves, while I go upstairs and have a look at you two from that video camera,” he said with a hardy laugh, as he walked out of the dungeon, leaving the two trussed up, clamped ladies to suffer for a while.

*

Searching the main part of the house, Doug found that video camera in a cozy den. “The Roqueforts sure have class,” he mused as he flipped on the switch. He smiled wickedly as the picture of his two slave-girls came into focus. “I wonder if they have any beer in the fridge?” He asked himself as he got up and slipped into the kitchen. Finding some indeed, Doug returned to his “ringside seat” as it were. Snickering as his two chained ladies squirmed. What a sight it was!

Then he laughed again. “I’ll bet lizzie baby got wet watching me dominate louise earlier!”

At that point he swung the camera around the room. “This is an extraordinary dungeon,” Doug declared to himself. “Certainly the best I’ve seen.”

Suddenly, he saw something in the dungeon he hadn’t seen before. There appeared to be a cutout in the wall behind the set of drawers. There was no knob on it, but it appeared to be a door. “Maybe there is another way out of the dungeon!” He laughed out loud. “That’s what lizzie was babbling about when Doug went into His tirade about the building inspector,” he thought.

“Alright then Ms. Cockrill, you just might’ve made yourself a sale!”

But for now, the man watched the two ladies twist from the relentless pressure of the clamps.

lizeskimo

02-20-2008, 09:45 AM

There was a sudden cold draught on Liz's now bare back, making her gasp slightly, as Doug opened and slammed the heavy cellar door. The key slowly grated in the lock, ensuring there was no immediate escape for either louise or herself. She could hear him clomping and squeaking his way upstairs to the main house."One guess where he's heading" she thought.

Eventually Doug's footsteps receded. The only sounds Liz could hear were louise's hard breathing and occasional soft moan as the weights swung gently, tugging their soft flesh painfully downwards. She, however, had endured this type of punishmnet on more than one occasion, but by adding weights onto her nipple rings as well as clamps,relishing the searing pain.The feeling of her vagina lips being pulled this way was a new one. "Not as bad as I expected it would be, not bad at all" she thought dreamily.

"Well this is all very nice" she mused,snapping out of her little daydream "Could have pumped up my gag a little more though. Call yourself a Master? I'll show you how to gag someone properly when I get out of this mess. Besides, you shouldn't leave a gagged person unattended. Another rule broken!My oh my you're not doing well are you Doug" she thought darkly.

Quickly her attentions turned back to the other woman."Yes sweet darling, deceiving louise,it's all your fault we're in this position, I hope you're pleased with yourself! Let's see how much of a pain slut you are....how do you like this?"

Liz clenched her fists then bit hard into the inflated rubber, preparing herself as much as she could. Taking a deep breath in through her nose,then sqeezing her eyes shut she jerked backwards as sharply as possible, tightening the chains that held louise and herself together, then jerked forwards just as quickly. The clamps bit in, the chains droppped and the weights bounced wildly. An immediate hot agony shot through her as her flesh was tugged harshly in random directions.

Liz bit harder into her gag and she could see stars behind her blindfiolded eyes as she fought to control the pain. Louise wasn't as restrained, she made a loud stangulated noise as the unexpected burning pain hit her.

Minutes later the weights settled back into their gentle swinging motion and louise's screams had reduced somewhat, Liz jerked back and forwards again, renewing the burning torment on both herself and the other woman. Again louise screamed, but louder this time. Liz was pleased with her efforts, event hough she was in agony herself. "So louise" she thought through the clouds of pain,"just because I can't touch you, it doesn't mean I can't punish you" With that little thought she jerked around and sent the weights bouncing again.

More screams from louise and more agony for both of the trapped women continued until Liz had enough herself. "I do suffer for my art sometimes" she laughed inwardly.

Again the cellar went quiet apart from the light tinkling of the chains and the heavy breathing from both of the imprisoned women, each one dealing with their pain in the own way. Eventually the burning feeling turned into a dull and more manageable throb, but still painful nevertheless.

What seemed like hours passed without any sign of Doug, then Liz thought she heard a familiar noise. Straining her ears she heard it again....a little whirring soung. "It seems he found where the cameras are set up. I wonder if he was watching me punish his wife....I hope he did"

gagged_Louise

02-20-2008, 05:10 PM

(((Louise whipped - Flashback, #2)))

If her head was covered in black and her ,mouth plugged by the ball gag, louise's senses were driving her around as in a storm. Liz' whip took the chance to visit her shoulders, her back, her thighs and her mound, she was ferocious. It poured right through louise's skin, pushed into her horny being. She kept spinning and kicking as if she were in a wind tunnel, and for every other strike she growled "aaaahhh! nnnghhhhh!!", feeling on fire and longing to be fucked but also to give her best in service. She emitted a muffled cry and felt juice stocking itself in her cunt. "oh please let me release this soon..." she thought, wondering if Liz could have brought a strap-on. The idea of being taken that way had never been likable to her before, but in this hot haze she wanted it to go all the way.

Her body dangled and shook under the swipes reddening her stomach, and finally even her breasts - though they were shielded by the tight corset that fit like eel skin, the heavy stings were quite obvious as they rapped over her naked arms and tossed like wind against the leather cover grasping her tits. louise felt on fire, and when one hard swipe hit in the middle of her exhaling through her nose, she finally lost it and yelled out both from pain and from the amazing lust. Her trapped cunt, pounded by the vibe, pulsated uncontrollably, faster and faster and made her feel dizzy.
She both wanted to get out of this and stay right here. "Nnnnnghhhh!!" she growled and then a hoarse muttering as her shoulders started to vibrata: "Pmeeeafe, cummmmmph..." She was already running, and suddenly she noticed the whipping had stopped. She hung there, blind, bound, muted and reduced to Liz' cumslut.
She bit the ball gag, feeling the wetness flowing out of her soppy crack.
"Cum for me louise. Cum for your Mistress" - Liz' voice arrived from close by, and as she rubbed slave louise's mound and then slapped it, the young woman sobbed and growled hard, shaking and yelling inarticulately ": "Mmmmmghh! Aaugghh!"
Would she ever be able to look Liz in the eyes again without feeling an urge to submit to that lady? And would she ever know if Liz had a submissive side too?

She didn't recall anything much of the next few moments until Mistress Liz had hauled her down to the ground. her whole body ached, as she lay there in the dark, her hands bound behind her for the moment (Liz had retied them after freeing her from the frame), still hooded and gagged, she felt as if the moment floated around her. Then suddenly, she heard the rumble; Doug calling - not at her - Liz apparently kicking at something - what was this? She was too tired to register at first, but as Liz growled and the sounds of creaking and heavy breathing darted around her, louise realized with a shock that Doug must have broken free and jumped at this wonderful woman. louise squirmed in her corset and hood, kicking feebly with her legs and finally sobbing out of fear of what was next.

A whip cracked; louise rattled in her bonds. "I asked you a question, slave!" he called at a distance, not to his wife but to Liz. The muffled, guttural response of ms Cockrill told louise Liz must have been powerfully silenced, with a cock gag or a ring gag. louise made a low grunt, trying to sound questioning and hoping Liz would hear it. No reply. Did the woman accept Doug humiliating her with with the same whip she had used on him? Maybe she had no choice, but louise knew submission is always first off mental.

She heard Doug's steps getting closer, and pushed herself to her knees. Still unable to see him or speak to him but feeling his presence; he was there looking at his leather-corseted wife and slut. Not more punishment, please...the silence was snow white as he stood there, watching the bound, hooded woman.
Finally he reached down and quickly undid the black hood. louise looked up at him, her face matted and make-up smeared or bleached. She fixed on his eyes, there was no trace of a smile. they were cold, and her very eyes felt naked in her mind. "I suppose you find the trousers fiitting fro your Dom?" he asked. Her mind raced "

"I asked you a question, slave! The same as for your slave sister"
"Mmmgh! Y-s-r" louise finally admitted, though she didn't know how far she meant it, her submissive side had kicked in. She tilted her head a little...but he lashed two fresh swipes with the whip. Sniffling and crying, twisting her tongue under the ball gag, kneeling as before, she accepted it for the moment.

As her eyesight cleared she could see Liz bound and forced into surrender in the stocks; the estate lady's mouth was stuffed by an impressive cock gag, proclaiming her submission as a woman. She noticed Liz was still wearing the latex catsuit. As she looked over there, louise felt an insane urge to tell Liz they were now sisters, enduring the same kind of bondage and surrendering their roped bodies. It was illogical: far as she knew, Liz was a Domme, that was how she knew her, but right now they were equals somehow.

DungeonMaster6

03-15-2008, 03:18 PM

It was quite an eye-opening sight Doug experienced watching the two ladies squirm in their bonds from his overhead view. He knew, however, that it was not a good practice to leave a gagged person unattended, so he moseyed back down the stairs just in case one of them became in need of his assistance.

Making sure the closing of the cellar door was loud enough to draw their attention, his leather pants crinkled as he yelled at them from across the room. “I’ll be right over to free you two in a minute, but first I want to check on something I spotted in the camera.” Walking over to where he thought he saw what looked like a door, Doug inserted two fingers in a groove in the wall, and exerted some pressure. Indeed, the wood began to slide. Ten seconds later, he was looking into the backyard. “Aha, Ms. Cockrill!” He shouted in a happy tone. “This is what you were babbling about earlier when I went on about not having a back door to the cellar! Very well then, the chances of you selling this house has gone up immensely!”

Strolling back to where lizzie and louise dangled, Doug continued his monolog. “I know what you’re thinking lizzie, that you could’ve told us about that back door if we had asked, but I wonder why the Roqueforts made that so inconspicuous? I’m sure there are other secrets about this house that haven’t been revealed yet, but as things have worked out here, it might not matter to me, but we’ll get to that later.”

As Doug stood almost between the two chained up damsels he couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight before him. Two lovely ladies joined together by their tits and pussies...and still squirming. The thought of whipping them both crossed his mind, but louise had taken quite enough of that from Ms. Cockrill, so he decided to free her first. Very carefully, he squeezed open the clamp on her left nipple. As she yelped into her gag the man attached his mouth onto her reddened nub and sucked on it gently, tonguing it back to life. Repeating the operation on the other nipple, his wife’s lovely mammaries were now freely bobbing on her chest. It was only a matter of turning around in order to repeat the same freeing of lizzie’s nipples. He also thought it to be a treat sucking on the real estate lady’s tits, for she was indeed quite well-endowed.

Getting on his knees Doug took some time to reflect on the fact that both of these ladies had, that very afternoon, seen his submissive side. After all, he had been in the scene for many years and had met many switches, some of whom were the most masculine looking men you’d ever meet. He thought about Rob, a six-foot two, dark haired man in his late twenties, who was the host of some of the parties Doug attended. That he was a Dom was no doubt; Doug had seen him in action, but one night a lady showed, who turned out to be Rob’s old Mistress. So the fact that Doug had let his still submissive side show, was no big deal; in fact he was elated about it.

At that point Doug very carefully squeezed open the clamp that held louise’s right pussy lip. It was, he was sure, immediate relief to his precious wife when he licked the affected area, for he could hear the pleasurable sighs. This scene repeated itself on the other pussy lip, and the joyous audible breaths were doubled. Next, it was Doug’s distinct pleasure to be able to lick the pussy lips of the real estate lady, as he carefully removed the unrelenting clamps.

“I hope you two ladies are feeling better now,” Doug said in a slightly sarcastic manner as he patted each of the still blindfolded and gagged slaves’s bottoms. “I just want to let you two know that I’ve only just begun with slave lizzie here. It has indeed occurred to me that lizzie could be just as much a pain slut as you are louise.” It was rather comical seeing her agree by nodding her head. “So with that in mind,” Doug continued. “I think it would be remiss of me to deprive the slut of her just due. Wouldn’t you agree, louise?”

Doug knew he had put his wife in a quandary. If she shook her head no, that could mean she didn’t think lizzie could take as much pain as she, but if she nodded in agreement, she’d be calling the other woman a slut. Being the wise person she is, louise kept her head still. But for not answering she received a swat on the butt with a riding crop.

“Very well then, now that we have that cleared up, come with me dear louise.” Saying that, Doug unchained her wrists from the pulley, but quickly cuffed her wrists behind her back, impelling her to follow him with a tug on the leash that was attached to her collar. Across the room the man forced his wife to the floor on her belly. It was a simple matter of hooking the ankle cuffs together with a metal clasp, then bending the legs backward to meet the wrists that were already cuffed and taking a short piece of rope and tying the wrists to the ankles, which left his dear louise hogtied on the floor. Then turning her body around so she could see lizzie, Doug patted her on her rump. “Now you will be out of the way, but will be able to see what’s happening to slave lizzie.”

With a glint in his eye Doug then slowly strolled over to where the naked real estate lady hung suspended and smiled.

gagged_Louise

03-29-2008, 10:20 PM

As she stood stretched out, her hands chained up and watching Liz' face, silenced like she was herself, sweat and pain sank into her but also an unconditional new feeling,: she felt the need to stand by Liz but at the same time a strange shade of gratitude to Doug for taking her into this space. They were like corners of a triangle, she thought, and with her arms and legs stretched again, she felt more owned than she had in a long time. With muffled cries she sought Liz' gaze, trying to tell her they were now together, but the other woman's eyes were sometimes closed, sometimes kind of cold and glinting. Which only fed Louise's need for contact and approval by the enigmatic, beautiful and bound Domme.
She breathed hard, thinking of how He would now be able to finger them both in the pussy. Her chin heaved up, but Doug pulled her head firmly to the side with a tug to her hair, and blotted out her eyesight with a blindfold. Moments later, she heard Liz grunting and understood she, too, had been robbed of sight. Louise's cunt went tingly with fear and the thought of how they were totally at Doug's mercy, his chained pleasure slaves who would - she knew it - be punished.

But this didn't seem to be on his mind, not first off. When He let the clamp bite into liz' nipples, one after the other. louise could catch the sharp, hissy breathing and when she was offered the same kind, she summoned up her resistance to take it. Still, she whimpered and tried blindly to shake her hair to the side. The bite pulling down was vicious, and the feel of their nipples tugging at each other stretched it harder. She felt her blood wandering up there.
A little later, when the second set of clamps nudged at her left pussy lip, her belly shook and she gave a rough growl into the gag. Of course her breasts started wiggling as well, sending a fresh shot of pain from there too. Even if she was a masochist this was pushing her over the limit: with both labia crying wolf, she gave a harsh flow of murmurs as the foul pain bit into her. As her husband slapped across her front hole she moaned fiercely: "This never ends" she thought, sweating again. But when the link to liz was fixed down here too, she learnt just how true that was: liz groaned and started pulling involuntarily at the crossed chains, sending an uneven pulse of tugs across to louise's hot cunt and ripping into it. Both women grunted in unison as their privates were bit into and claimed by Doug's design.
louise felt her labia tugged down, guessing that he had found a stone to fit them both. As he explained to his blindfolded wife this was her punishment for submitting to liz' orders earlier, she felt her legs, her cunt, her mind stretched. If only liz could see her, but she knew the other was in much the same predicament. When Doug left, minutes later, she felt herself going on an uphill climb through pain.

It didn't let up for one moment, just settled a bit. But maybe fifteen minutes later, when louise felt a sudden sharp pull on the nipple clamps, she was confused - no sound of Doug coming back. Then an amazing, shocking rebuff hit her as the chains and clamps got into motion and seemed to tig her nipples downeven deeper. She cried out behind her gag, feeling like her tits were on fire - it was only after some time that she grasped what liz must have done. She was awed by the stamina and ruthlessness, and again she found herself admiring this lady precisely becuase of the way she could put her into fiendish pain.As she hung there rocking in her chains and moaning she felt a sudden urge to be on her knees eating from liz's pussy. The next moment she cried out hard as her breasts seemed ready to rip open.

The pull down in her crotch and the riveting pain made her go wet again. She shook like a rag doll at what liz was doing to her, but couldn't deny the sensual turn-on either. She literally couldn't think of a single connected phrase she would have uttered to Ms Cockrill if she'd been ungagged, her feeling of pain and fleshyness overtook everything.

When Doug removed the clamps on her crotch a long while later, louise was already very moist and it felt like she would not be able to sleep for a week for the pain in her pussy and in her entire body..His long, eager licking made her hotter again but she was determined not to cum right now - it would be the wrong moment and of course neither Liz nor her husband had permitted it. When she heard his sneaky half.question whether she thought liz counted as a slut as much as he did and should be treated that way, louise felt her face going hot, then red. She knew she was blushing despite being ball gagged and blindfolded. The way he said it just presupposed she herself was His slave and a slut, a horny lady creature who had to accept what she was given and who could be punished for going too far in one direction. That had happened to both her and Ms Cockrill in the last hours, but she couldn't really bring herself to call liz a slut. Feeling her thighs and her neck swelling with shame and arousal, she kept silent, and was rewarded with a strike on her butt.

louise breathed hard and moaned as she was finally brought down from her suspended pose opposite liz, but there was no let-up, with her hands cuffed behind her back she was a helpless slave woman again. Doug removed her blindfold and then wiped the droool off her mouth and some of the blood and sweat off her breasts. For the first time ever, louise could se liz' naked, welted body, stretched out rigidly and still tortured by the breast and pussy clamps. Liz' hair was matted and fell down over her blindfold, she shook slowly and breathed in a low, hard rhythm knowing she would be tortured more at the hands of Doug. She looked, louise thought, like a woman accused of witchcraft who knows she is beyond any mercy but expects none. At the same time she had shown that merciless side to louise when she could force her into pain despite that they were both chained up cumsluts.

Doug tugged at her leash and led his wife over to a corner of the floor where he had put a mat. "Get down on your belly, slavewoman". She flinched a little, but obeyed and let him yank her feet together and pin her into the hogtie he wanted. Muted and again drooling, she looked up at him and over at slave liz' hanging figure on the pulley chains. Rolling a little, louise felt the cool but at least not hard cotton mat against her stomach, thighs and pussy.

Doug's sudden, powerful swats at her butt made her grunt again, but she knew that what was coming to liz now was far harsher. Looking at liz' still covered-in, sweaty brow, louise wondered if she would be made part of the punishment again or would just be watching.

lizeskimo

04-01-2008, 07:39 AM

Liz felt a rush of cool air as Doug returned to the cellar, but an even bigger one that made her shiver when he opened the concealed door to the outside world. She breathed deeply as the fresh evening air assaulted her nostrils and lungs. "That smells rather delicious" she thought,"but I hope he doesn't leave it open for long, don't want to catch a chill" She shivered again.

As the first clamp was removed from her punished nipple Liz drew in a quick breath and bit down on the inflated rubber bulb, not because of the pain as the blood rushed back into the squashed flesh, but because she was hoping that Doug would have left them on for a while so she could feel true pull of the chains and heavy weights. When the second came off she knew then that Doug intended on doing even less tolerable things to her....her mind wandered a little.

However she felt quite relieved when the other clamps were unfastened from her now moist pussy lips. She clenched her fists as the rush of blood returned to her nether regions, but almost flew open again as she felt the unmistakable feeling of a tongue on her.
Unfortunately the light licking didn't last long when the tongue was removed abruptly.

Moments later, Liz could hear the rattling and clinking of metal, she presumed that louise was being taken down from the pully.This was to be the case as she could hear shuffling movements soon after.

Liz thought it quite amusing when Doug asked his wife a no win question, but when she nodded her head to try and indicate that she wanted him to remove her gag so she could speak for herself, he obviously mistook the nodding as to her admitting she was a pain slut. Now she realised,Doug would probably act on her so called admission and chances would be that he would invent a punishment just for her.

She could hear more movements and clinking, presumibly louise was being tied in some way or another by Doug. Soon the only sounds heavy breathing and a slight creak of leather.

Suddenly Liz felt very alone, it was if there was no one else in the cellar with her. All she could do now was to enjoy the nice fresh air and wait silently for what was soon coming to her.

DungeonMaster6

04-13-2008, 06:38 PM

Ms. Cockrill, or slave lizzie, looked deliciously stunning to Doug as he ambled around her suspended form. Her twin thirty-eights sprouted majestically from her chest and her nipples were already hard. The glistening moisture between her legs told the leather clad man that she was eagerly anticipating the inevitable occurrence that was about to enfold. From the initial introduction Doug was enthralled by the real estate lady’s charming voice and her shiny brown eyes. The confident manner in which she showed louise and himself this richly immaculate house further raised her stature.

It was, however, when she daringly showed the couple this dungeon, that clearly told him that there was more to this woman than just being a saleslady. The events of last hours accented that notion. This woman had indeed proven to be a superior Mistress, for she knew her way around this playroom expertly. Doug felt no anger toward her whatsoever, because it was he who essentially allowed Ms. Cockrill to enslave him. Surely there were instances when he could’ve overpowered her to put a stop to her “fun.” Yet, he chose to submit to her, and he is not sorry about it.

Now, however, the tables have been changed. Reaching out to remove the blindfold, he smiled pleasantly. “I want to see those pretty eyes,” he said as he caressed the side of her curved face with his hand. The wanton excitement that was showing in those windows to her inner self spurred Doug on. “The gag stays in though,” he added as he gave the pump a few squeezes.

Looking over at an attentive louise who was hogtied across the room, he gave lizzie another compliment. “That was a superior whipping you gave to my dear wife. That’s a scene I will not forget anytime soon.” Under her gag, Doug thought he detected a sincere, “Thank you Sir.”

“So I think it would be remiss of me to begin this scene without a whipping, don’t you think?” Her eyes told him she would be pleased with that.

“But I’m not going to turn you upside down, my dear. That’s not really my style. Besides, I kind of like the position you’re in,” Doug said as he picked up the same whip lizzie used on louise. Then without further fanfare he calmly walked behind the waiting woman and unleashed a hard thwap high across her back. A loud sigh was emitted from her lips as the suspended siren threw her head back. The man quickly followed that up with one an inch lower, as all the tails sliced forcefully across the reddening skin. Repeatedly, varying the cadence, shifting from forehand to backhand, he kept up the flogging until every inch of her back, buttocks and thighs were covered with red stripes. Through it all, however, there were no shrieks or screams of anguish. It was quite obvious to Doug that slave lizzie loved the feel of the lashes on her skin.

Impressed by her stamina, the whipmaster walked around to her front. Once again he saw wantonness in her expressive eyes, and the Thames running between her legs. The first slash landed on the top of her right breast, which forced a more animated response from her lips. Liking that reaction, he repeated that action on her left breast. A matching red stripe appeared as well as a similar retort. Another slash across both nipples produced the loudest reply yet. Obviously they were still sensitive from the clamps. Relentlessly, Doug worked his way methodically down the front of lizzie’s body, over the tummy to her navel, purposely skirting the pussy. But he didn’t forget the insides of the thighs which were vulnerable because of the spreader bar. The red stripes that appeared after each strike put some color to that normally pale part of the body.

By now lizzie had her eyes closed as she tried to absorb the fiery flogging. Looking over at louise, Doug could see that she was very interested in what was happening to her new friend. A few more slashes across lizzie’s front and the man laid down the whip.

By that time, however, Doug’s felt a steel bar pressing against his leather pants, and even though lizzie looked like she needed to be fucked, Doug resisted the urge to take her down and do just that. At that point he smiled over at louise and walked over to where she was hogtied.

“I really didn’t want to exclude you from this little scene, my dear, and I just thought of something you can do,” he said with a chuckle. Kneeling in front of louise’s face, Doug pulled down the zipper of the leather pants and allowed his raging hard-on to be freed of it’s confinement. His wife has proven to be quite adept with her mouth, and it wasn’t long until she had sucked the entire length into her wet mouth, even while tied in this position. The feeling was absolutely heavenly as Doug began to slowly fuck the oral cavity that was giving him so much exquisite pleasure, while guiding her movements with a strong grip of her hair. He knew it wouldn’t take long for him to explode. louise furiously swallowed every drop. After wiping his satisfied manhood in her hair, Doug gently caressed the side of her face, and leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. “Good slave,” He whispered.

Returning to an attentive lizzie the now satisfied man smiled pleasantly at the freshly whipped woman. “Time to change your position, my dear,” Doug said. “I imagine your arms will be glad too,” he said with a sarcastic laugh. Lowering her body with a turn of the crank that controlled the pulley so that her feet were now flat on the floor, he unchained her wrists, but left the spreader bar in place to deter her from trying to run. Then quickly gathering both of her wrists behind her back in a vise- like grip, Doug compelled lizzie over to the same bench she had louise tied to earlier. Forcing the naked woman onto her back with her spread legs hanging in the air, he quickly chained one wrist and then the other to the I-bolts that were imbedded on either side of the bench. Then raising her legs he simply hooked each ankle to two parallel chains hanging from the ceiling. This left lizzie’s body in a forty-five degree angle with her buttocks off the wooden bench and her legs straight out and wide. The Dominant man hadn’t used this position for awhile, but it was always one of his favorites, because it gave him access to every part of her body except her back.

lizzie’s well-developed breasts rose and fell deliciously as Doug smiled down at his captive prey. “I saw something else in the same drawer where I found those clamps,” he said. Then leaving her temporarily he quickly returned holding a pin wheel. “I’ve always liked these, slave, and since you like to play around with needles, I thought you’d enjoy this tantalizingly painful little device. And by the way, I can still feel the effects of that needled pouch on my privates.” An incoherent reply was blurted into her gag as lizzie looked excitedly at the Dominant man.

Her breasts were such inviting targets he couldn’t resist starting there, running the sharp implement slowly around the meaty part of her magnificent left globe. Closing her eyes as if she were drinking in the savory sensation, her pain-sluttiness was clearly on display. Slowly, Doug rolled the pins round and round in tightening circles until he reached the nipple. A deep sigh exhaled into her gag, as the shirtless man eased the sharp pins back and forth over the highly sensitive nub. “Isn’t this fun?” asked Doug. Then he looked over at louise, who was watching eagerly. “Aw, do you want to feel how much fun this is?” Spouting something in the affirmative, she seemed anxious, so her hubby obliged. Rolling her onto her side, exposing her breasts, Doug crouched down and slowly repeated what he did to lizzie. By the time he had rolled the pins slowly over her nipple, she was also sighing deeply, absorbing the deliciously tangible smarting. Not to be left out, Doug repeated the operation on the other breast.

Then rolling his wife back onto her tummy and giving her a quick smack on her inviting rump, Doug returned to lizzie and continued rolling the pin-wheel this time over the other breast, which produced the same reaction. Then ever so slowly, he rolled the sharp pins, which like those needles in that pouch, did not penetrate the skin, but were sharp enough to cause some anguish, up her body. Taking deep breaths, lizzie appeared to be drinking in the nectar. When Doug rolled the pins over her navel, she gulped air, but he stopped just before reaching her pussy. He had plans for that, but not right now. Moving slowly to her thighs where the stripes from the whipping were on vivid display, he rolled the pins over the redness. Hearing her moans, he really couldn’t tell if they were from pleasure or pain. The insides of just about anybody’s thighs are extremely sensitive, and he had a feeling this pain-slut was loving this. He made sure both thighs felt the deliberate attention offered by this prickly instrument.

Doug smiled as another idea popped into his head. He didn’t always preplan his scenes, because there were times when the flow of the action leads him to something not planned, like now. “So you like to play with the soles of the feet, do you lizzie?” Doug said with a guffaw. “Let’s see how you like this.” Then slowly, Doug rolled the pins over the bottom of her left foot. Again she gulped air and let out a muffled sigh. Every inch of her foot bottom felt the pins, and Doug knew she had to be in agony. Of course he repeated this action on the other foot, and by the time he was finished beads of sweat were rolling down her cheeks.

Like the insides of thighs, the bottoms of peoples feet are indeed vulnerable spots, and Doug was glad that lizzie proved that to be true. But he wasn’t quite finished with the pinwheel yet. There was one other place that needed to be explored, and when the man sat between her splayed legs, the experienced slave knew what was coming. Not wanting to disappoint her, Doug very carefully rolled the sharp pins over her outer pussy lips. Once again, she closed her eyes and sharply sucked in air. Reddening from the sharp-edged stimulation, her lips felt the relentless anguish. Just like those needles that stimulated his cock and balls earlier, she surely felt the pins. And when he rolled them over her inner lips, her muffled sighs were the loudest yet. Then opening her up completely, he uncovered the most sensitive part, and carefully rolled the pins over her clit. Tears welled up in her eyes as she squirmed. “Almost through,” he assured her softly. When he saw the drops rolling down her cheeks he stopped.

At that point Doug decided to take a rest. He knew lizzie had a high threshold, but everybody has a limit, and since he’d never worked with her before, he didn’t want to push it. But since he knew this position she is in is not that uncomfortable, he left her like that for ten minutes while he sat in a very comfortable chair across the room.

That time gave Doug time to decide what to do next. He wanted to get louise involved with this, and he smiled when he thought it through. Unhooking his wife from the hogtie position, he led her by her leash over to the bench, and had her straddle the wooden seat while facing lizzie’s wide-open pussy. “I think it’s time, slave, that you make this lady feel better. You just witnessed her torture, and her clit hurts, so I want you to lick it!” Ungagging her, Doug then grabbed louise by the hair and pushed her face into lizzie’s crotch. “Lick it slut!” he ordered. Eagerly, the dark haired woman obeyed. Consequently, the lickee was soon moaning with pleasure. But Doug yanked louise’s head up before lizzie could cum. “Not yet!” he ordered, as he pulled louise to a sitting position as he picked up the riding crop. Carefully easing the flat head of the crop so it covered liz’s opening, Doug raised the wiry implement slightly and thwaped it hard against her defenseless pussy. The forced retort into her gag was immediate. Then Doug pushed louise’s face back between liz’s thighs. louise didn’t need to be told what to do. A few licks of the tongue sent some spicy stimulation to liz’s clit. Once again, however, the man yanked louise’s head up before liz could cum. Being careful not to accidently strike louise with the crop, Doug once again covered liz’s cunt, then slowly raised the leather part, and once again snapped the head of the crop against the highly sensitive area. -Doug wondered what the Roquefort’s would think about their star real estate lady getting her pussy whipped, and louise was getting a close-up view of it. Once again Doug pushed louise’s face into the hanging crotch, and once again liz’s eyes showed what a wonderful job slave louise was doing. The man was really enjoying this and let it go on for a few more rounds before allowing louise to continue to lick liz’s clit without stopping her. To add to the mix, he stood up behind louise and thwaped her across her buttocks. “You keep getting whipped until she comes, slut!” Doug admonished. But liz was so aroused that it only took a few more licks before she shrieked with pleasure into the gag.

A half hour later, Doug who had found his clothes that had been flung into one of the corners of the dungeon, was fully dressed standing in the middle of the vast playroom. Slave louise was kneeling on the floor to his left, wrists bound behind her and a leash still attached to her leather collar that was emblazoned with the word “slave” in silver. Ms. Cockrill had been allowed to once again don her latex outfit, and was standing to Doug’s right.

The man handed the leash to Ms. Cockrill.

“Liz,” he said in an official tone, “I present to you slave louise, to do to her whatever you desire. You have proven to be a superior Mistress and I am sure you will take good care of her.” As he looked down at an ungagged louise, Doug could see the gleam in her eye. “I am sure, Liz, that you realize how much louise wants to be your slave, so I doubt if you will have any trouble with her. But I do want to reserve another session with you at some point. There are few Mistress’s I would submit to, but I would willingly allow you to Domme me again...But for now, I am going to leave louise with you. This has been an eye-opening afternoon to say the least, but it is time for me to leave.”

After hugging them both, Doug headed for the newly discovered back door and was gone.