As Dave released his fucked wife from the stocks, his mind went back to the day before, when this adventure began. Their sex life had gone from vanilla to bondage and submission. They had entered a sex shop for the first time and been subjected to the humiliation of submission by the young shop owner, now known as Mistress Sarah. Both had felt the sting of her riding crop, and Sarah had had her cunt violated with a huge strap-on dildo, plus her nipples clamped. Now it was to be Dave’s turn to be used in any way Mistress Sarah decided.
“Stand in front of me. I want to examine the goods,” Sarah instructed Dave.
Janet, still flushed from her recent orgasm, smiled as she watched her embarrassed husband self-consciously cover his privates with his hand and stand before the leather-clad shop owner.
The blow on the back of his hand caused Dave to yelp in pain as the riding crop struck it hard.
“Move your hand, worm!” Sarah snarled, “I want to see that pathetic excuse for a cock before I decide if it warrants my attention.”
Dave moved his hands and allowed Sarah to see his half-hard cock hanging down.
“Let’s see if we can make that lump of fuck meat stand to attention, shall we?” The lust in her voice caused a shiver of excitement to course through Janet as she realised both of them were now totally in Sarah’s control.
Dave gave a gasp and his cock stiffened as Sarah ran the tip of the riding crop down his chest, over his belly and along the shaft of the now-hard cock.
Sarah smiled at him. His eyes were closed and his mouth, open, as the leather end of the crop did its work. Just a little longer, she thought to herself as his cock twitched under the crop’s touch. Just a little longer. Yes, there we are. The first bead of precum oozed from the hole in the swollen gland.
When the blow came, he felt as though his whole body had been electrocuted, so sharp was the pain. Like a bee sting, it tore through his groin. The effect was exactly the one Sarah wanted. The cum stopped, but instead of softening, his cock seemed to swell even further.
“Lie there, face down,” Sarah ordered, pointing to a narrow, padded bench that had a hole in the centre. “Now, you wimp, and push your useless fuck meat down through the hole.”
Janet watched, fascinated, as her husband meekly obeyed their new mistress.
“And you, slut, will kneel under the table and lick him, but if you let him cum before I say so I will cane your tits and cunt until you beg for mercy.” Sarah spat the words at Janet.
Satisfied her two subs were under her control, she handed Janet a shot glass. “When I say, and not before, you will wank the spunk out of his cock and fill this glass. Don’t you dare spill a drop. I have a use for it.”
Then, turning her attention to Dave, she knelt on the bench with the strap-on cock inches from his arse and said, “Now…you like to fuck arseholes. Let’s see how you like yours violated.”
Dave shuddered as he felt two lubed fingers push into his arse and start a slow, rhythmic fucking. At the same time, he felt Janet’s tongue run over the swollen head of his exposed cock.
Before Dave had time to react, the two fingers in his arsehole were replaced by the large false cock sinking deep inside his rectum.
Although, being under the bench, Janet could not see Sarah starting to fuck her husband’s arse, the groan he emitted left her in no doubt that the sudden shock and pain had now been replaced by a feeling of intense pleasure, a fact reinforced by the swelling and twitching of his cock as she fought to keep it in front of her face.
Sarah loved the feeling of power she had over the prostrate man lying beneath her as she fucked him with fast, vigorous thrusts. She also knew from experience he would not be able to stop himself from emptying his balls for much longer.
“Now, bitch! Wank him off, make him cum, fill that glass,” she yelled at Janet and gave a series of even harder thrusts into Dave’s stretched arsehole. To add to his impending climax, Sarah used the riding crop to rain blows on his heaving back, raising angry red welts which, coupled with the butt of her strap-on cock pushing against her clit, was rapidly pushing her toward a climax of her own.
Janet released the pulsing cock from her mouth and, holding the glass under the red, engorged head, started to milk it in slow, rhythmic strokes.
The combination of the slow wanking and the deep thrusting of Sarah’s cock was too much for Dave to hold back his stream of spunk, despite the tight cock ring he still had in place.
Janet watched, fascinated, as long strings of hot spunk jetted into the glass she held under the pulsing cock. Her other hand was almost subconsciously rubbing her itching clit.
The three reached their orgasms almost at the same time, and the room was filled with the groans and gasps of sexual lust.
Sarah was the first to recover. Still sitting astride Dave, she called out to Janet, “Crawl out from under there, bitch, and don’t you dare spill that glass. I have a use for every drop of that cum. Then, easing herself off Dave, she unbuckled the strap-on and opened the zip at the front of her catsuit.
“You get your fucked arse off that bench and kneel in front of me. I have a job for you. You will finger fuck my cunt until I squirt. And you, bitch, will catch my juice in that glass. I want it full of fanny batter and spunk.” The lust in Sarah’s voice made it clear there was no room for discussion.
Janet held the glass in front of Sarah’s cunt as Dave’s fingers plunged in and out in a blur. The look on Sarah’s face was one of pure lust as her orgasm approached.
“Fuck yes, make me cum, pull my cunt juice out, you finger-fucking cunt rubber,” Sarah blurted out.
“Yes! Fucking now!” She screamed as her juice squirted between his fingers and poured into the waiting glass.
“Now, bitch, use your finger and stir it. I want a good mixture of cunt juice and spunk.” Sarah’s voice was coming in gasps as her orgasm died away. “Now hand it to me.”
Dave watched in a mixture of lust and revulsion as Sarah held up the glass and poured the contents into her mouth. Her next action took him by complete surprise.
Before Janet had a chance to protest, Sarah pulled Janet’s mouth open, leaned over her and allowed the contents of her mouth to drip into her sub’s mouth. “Swallow, bitch. Swallow your husband’s spunk and my juice and don’t you dare gag!’
To her surprise, Janet found it far from disgusting. The taste of spunk, cunt juice and saliva turned her on and enhanced her subservient lust.
“You will now dress and leave. I am satisfied for now, but will require you to serve me again soon,” Sarah said, turning on her heel and leaving the naked couple looking after her.
Five minutes later, Janet and Dave made their way back down to the shop. Instead of Sarah, the woman behind the counter was an older woman, at least thirty years older, but the resemblance was unmistakable.
“Hello, I’m Nicole, Sarah’s mother. I hope my daughter was able to show you the way to your dreams. Your order will be delivered tomorrow, and when you feel you are ready to venture further into our world, we will lead you.” With that, she handed Janet a card.
The card was beautifully embossed with a purple background and had a riding crop and the words ‘inner circle’ printed in gold. “Just phone this number and you will be welcomed to join one of our soirees.”
Both Janet and Dave knew that they would be phoning that number.
