Surprise Reversal

Doug pulls out and flops down on his back breathing hard. Louise's dark hair is matted on her forehead as she smiles over at him gasping for breath on the king size bed. "Spanked and fucked...that's the way I like starting off my Sundays!"

The dark-haired slightly graying man reaches over and lovingly caresses the side of his lady's face. Her green eyes seem to sparkle as the two bask in the wonderful afterglow. "That it is, you acted like you really into that. You liked my hand on your rump, didn't you?"

"Indeed I did. My pussy got wetter everytime you made contact and I could feel your dick getting harder too."

"But look Louise, my hand is as red as your buns."

"Oh poor boy, let your slave kiss it and make it feel better."

"Maybe I'll get one of those spanking gloves, or I could just use a paddle instead."

"Oh yes, I like that long leather paddle you have Doug. It extends right across both of my cheeks real nicely."

"Yes it does, but there's something about the feel of your bare rump against my hand that just sends a message straight to my loins."

"Okay whatever you wish, paddle or hand, your spankings are the best."

At that point their breathing had returned to normal, and Louise sat up suddenly, crossed her legs and faced her man. "You know what I saw in the paper yesterday?" Doug looked at her inquisitively after clasping his hands behind his head. "What?"..."Well you know we've been talking about buying a house."..."And?"..."I saw an ad for this darling looking house in the very area of town we were talking about moving to."...Doug raised his eyebrows. "Go on."..."Well I called the number listed and talked to a real estate lady named Liz. She has a charming British accent, you wait until you hear it. Anyway, she's holding a private showing just for us at 3pm today."

At first the man frowns. "You mean you made an appointment for us to see a house unilaterally without consulting me?"...Louise's face reddens. "Oh, I'm sorry, but you weren't here and I wanted to make sure we could see it before someone else does."

"You know, I might have had other plans for this afternoon?" Doug said in a slightly annoyed tone. For an answer the green eyed, long dark-haired lady climbed on top of him and looked down into his brown eyes with her boobs practically hitting him in the face. "Oh come on, you don't have any other plans today, and besides, we can't pass up this chance. It could be the house we've dreamt about." She cooed as she planted a sweet kiss on his lips.

Her plea worked. "Well okay, do you have the directions?" Doug said in an agreeable tone. She grinned wide. "The last one in the shower must make the bed," she boasted as she hopped off the bed and sprinted toward the bathroom.

Of course Louise's long dancer-like legs took her to the shower cabinet the first, and Doug didn't really regret this. She was such a sight and she knew herself her dark-haired, slightly Spanish beauty made her hubby both strive hard for her and yearn for her affection. that this affection sometimes took the form of tying her up and whipping her was no contradiction: Louise revelled in the feeling that she was molded and caressed by the touch of ropes and whips.

Water dripping from her hair, she came out into the main bathroom and as Doug brushed his teeth she went on explaining that she liked the advertised villa both for its place in the old, luscious garden suburb and for its nice place. She had checked the address and passed it on her way home the night before: right there, on the slope of a hill.
The slightly castle-like style of the place could not fail to flatter her sense of extravagance. part of the back of th house, she had noted, seemd to be built deep into the slope.

Doug knew his wife had a good snse of form and shape, as well as furnishing a house. he decided ther and then: "OK; we'll go see this place if it's that great."
"Darling!", Louise said embracing him tight.

Feeling Louise's soft, freshly-cleaned, soft body pressing against him instilled a primal urge in Doug to scoop her up and carry her to the bed for another round.

Instead, he just playfully swatted her on her still reddish butt. "Alright let's check out this precious house, but before that woman, head to the kitchen and start the breakfast while I make the bed."

"Mockingly, she stepped back and saluted him. "Yes sir!"

For the rest of the morning and early afternoon they enjoyed a scrumptous meal, read the Sunday paper and generally lounged around.

About 2:30 they headed out with Doug driving and Louise giving him directions. When they arrived on Lindell Street, she pointed, "Down there on the left, 11307 is the number." When he parked the silver Camry, he couldn't take his eyes off the red brick structure across the street.

"Hey, Louise, this is nice," Doug grinned. "A two-car garage!"..."And look at that well manicured lawn," Louise added. "Looks like a good sized backyard," he complimented. "Yes sunbathing and barbeques," Louise commented happily.

"Well Madam, let's see what's inside."

"Welcome! So glad you could go on short note." The woman in the olive shirt and the deep black, pencil skirt who opened was almost as tall as Louise and had a warm smile. "I'm Elizabeth, call me Liz, and you're Mr and Mrs Gilmour, is it? The people who live here inherited the place twenty years ago. I'm sort of acquainted with the Rocheforts so I was asked to see if there's a chance of selling the place" She flashed a smile again; if the house was not run down, already from the outside Doug knew it would fetch a million bucks or more.

As they entered the big hall he could see how well-lit and spacious it was. the kitchen was a dream too, big and overlooking a spacious rear garden.
“This place does have a sense of style” he whispered to Louise as they looked at the nice woodwork cupboards and the windows onto the luscious garden. Big pear and walnut trees loomed across the lawn, and to the left stood lines of roses.

Louise was getting more interested by the minute and she could tell Doug was warming to this house as well. They returned through the living-room and then into the wardrobe.
Suddenly Louise spotted an inauspicious grey door beyond a coatstand.
-Oh, even more bedrooms? she quipped.
-Not really, it takes you down a staircase into the, we might say…clubroom
-What kind of club would it be, asked Doug, smoking a cigar.
-Why don’t we go down and have a look? Liz replied in a cheerful voice.

They descended and realized they were now in a deep part of the basement, the nether door had to be least twenty-five feet below street level, Doug thought.
Liz held in her step a bit before opening. “The people who own this house were very liberal and like to challenge themselves and have fun. They were also into.. - she halted just a second – bondage and sado-masochism.
Louise whistled and laughed aloud, “I gotta see this!”
Liz pushed open the door and turnd the light switch. Before them was an amazing scenery: a wooden bench strewn with straps, a few whips on the wall, forks and hooks in the brickwork, quite a few chains also hanging around, and inset shorter chains, connected to iron rings from the wooden plank floor.

A large wooden stock, like straight out of a medieval witches movie, stood to the side – Louise imagined with a shudder being stuck with head and arms in it - and from the roof twelve feet up loomed heavy iron chains which would certainly be fit to haul a guy aloft.
-Amazing, a real dungeon, Doug offered. I guess this equipment is all legal?
-Sure it is, Liz replied. They bought it from licenced fetish shops around the country and some of it also secondhand and then Mr Rochefort fitted it up. He liked to take his wife and some friends down here for special sessions.
In the amber-like light, it looked like a baroque painting.
Louise hesitated, cleared her throat and then summoned up her courage: “Can we try something? Just for fun...”
“Of course you can”, Liz said with a knowing smile cruising her lips.

Liz turned on the main lights of the basement then stepped aside so that Doug and Louise could enter first. Louise could hardly contain herself as she wandered around looking at the miriad of equipment imagining what she and Doug could get up to on those 'dark winter nights.' Doug sat down on a bench and with a little smile watched his wife flit around like a child in a toystore.

With a slight titter in her voice Liz asked " so mr. Gilmore, i take it your wife is enjoying herself?"

"It looks that way Liz" Doug said offhandedly, knowing exactly what his wife was thinking.

" Oh please Liz, may i try on a couple of the items just for ..er..well you know what i mean." Louise said a little over enthusiastically.

"Of course you can mrs. Gilmore. Please be my guest, after all it is nice to try before you buy so to speak. I tell you what, i shall leave you to your own devices for an hour then i shall come back for you both and then we can talk business. May i say that i will have to lock you in just just to make it feel that little more realistic. If you need any help, there's an intercom on the wall next to the whip rack"

"That would be great Elizabeth....oops sorry, Liz" Doug said. " An hour is more than generous thankyou."

Liz turned and left the cellar and locked the heavy door behind her and made her way back into the main house where she turned on the cctv. Sitting on a deep burgundy leather chair in the rather splendid lounge she kicked off her shoes to watch the show that was about to begin. of course the couple downstairs didn't know there was a tiny camera fitted into the cellar.

"Wow!!" Doug and Louise said in unison,

" What a fantastic place this is. We must simply have it....can we Doug, please please" Louise pleaded. Doug laughed and said " Well as Liz said, we can try before we buy, therefore, be a darling and pass me some rope"

When it came to bondage, Louise didn't need to be prompted twice. She went over to one of the big lockers on the side wall, and opening the slightly squeaking doors, she found rolls and loose cut lengths of rope, a few gags - both a ball gag and a ring gag among them - belts and arm binders. With a bright smile, she picked up a roll of rope, a few lengths more and a dry, dark leather ball gag.

-Oh Doug, these guys must be deep into the scene. I wish we'd met 'em before! she exclaimed giving Doug the booty with a broad grin. She poised herself kneeling before Doug and looked at him with doe eyes.
Doug examined the ropes - dark military rope and yellow, strong hemp - and chuckled. "Slave Louise, hands in front!" he exclaimed in a lovingly hard voice. Giggling, Louise obeyed and he went over, unbuttoned her soft flowered blouse and pulled it off. Without losing any time, he lashed her wrists together with a strand of military rope, then motioned his wife to follow as he pulled at the rope and brought her out on the open floor.

As they got to a spot with a small O-ring, less than 1.5" wide, in the floor, Doug ordered his wife and sub into position. Soon she was standing feet bound, knees together and slightly hunched forward, torso erect but leaning forwards, her head cocked and her arms stretched down like a beam towards the floor. Doug fixed a harsh rope from her bound hands to the o-ring in the floor and pulled so that her naked arms were rigidly stretched. Louise could feel the flutter of intimidation about the moment. She was rigidly bound to the floor. Doug went on adding more coils of rope around her knees. "How do you feel, slut?"
"Thrilled" she answered.

-For not showing me this house before, slave Louise shall submit to five lashes by the whip, Doug said mock seriously, and the tall woman squirmed in her bonds. Doug realized something was missing and put the ball gag on her. He tugged it on and deftly buckled the leather strap behind her dark hair. "Slave!" he growled at Lou with conviction.
"Mmmgh!"
Louise bit into the hard leather and waited.

Liz watched and listened in delight on her tv as Doug lifted the whip to make his first strike at the bound woman. This was no more than the opener for what would happen, of course, but she couldn't help admiring Louise's nice skin and her graceful, strong movements, now held in by the bonds she had agreed to. And that sweet mouth, so filled up by the dark ball of leather...

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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..

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.