Surprise Reversal

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.

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.

"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"

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.

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.

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?

"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."

"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!"

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?

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.

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.

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..

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.

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.

"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.

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"!

"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"

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.

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.

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"

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.

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?

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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

(((OOC)))

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To be continued tomorrow.

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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.

"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"

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.

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"

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.

"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.

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."

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"