Dan insisted on practicing walking through the camp with June on a leash. They made a trial run going a short distance around the chalet. He struggled to find the right pace. Should he stride out, dragging his slave behind him or stroll at a leisurely pace, keeping her on a short leash like a dog being trained. Should he look at her — it was hard not to; but was that the way a master would behave?
He was embarrassed to find his stride acquiring a bounce that had too much in common with an enthusiastic puppy. What made it worse was that he had to only glance at June to find his cock swelling. After five minutes he retreated to the chalet dragging June with him. He needed to get his breath back.
“What’s the matter?”
“It feels so weird. Sexy weird; but I’m playing a part that I don’t know.”
“Be yourself.”
“That’s the trouble, my self feels embarrassed.”
“About being with me like this?”
“No, it’s how turned on I am. It feels as if anyone could tell that I’ve never done this before. If anyone speaks to us it’ll be obvious in two seconds that you’re the old hand at this and I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“The night club was your idea.”
“I know, I know. I’m like a kid who thinks he knows how to swim then stands at the deep end for the first time and gets the jitters. The trouble is there isn’t a shallow end.”
“Can I make a suggestion?” she said.
Dan slumped into a chair. “Do you want to put me on a leash?”
“Maybe another time.” She grinned momentarily. “One of the things I found when I started out was that tiptoeing into it never worked. The trick is to push yourself way out of your comfort zone at the start and then when you pull back a little you feel fine.”
“I have no idea how to do that.”
“First of all you need to shut me up. I can’t embarrass you if I can’t speak, so I need to be gagged. Second we need to make it clear that there are rules. You’re showing me off and I look hot, so some people will fancy their chances. Someone will want to play. Butt plug me so there isn’t any doubt about what’s on the agenda and what’s not. It would have been better if we’d got me a chastity belt — with that and a gag the message is look but don’t fuck. You wouldn’t have to say anything.”
Dan still looked bemused. He could see the logic in what she said but doing that would put him in sole charge. Could he defend her? Some of his angst must have shown in his face.
“You should cuff me too,” she said
“If I did how would you drink?”
“I’m going to be gagged.”
“Damn, I’m so off the pace.”
June hugged him. “You’ll get there.”
“Can you cope with a ring gag? At least with that I could feed you liquid.”
“Oh yes please… if you saw a good looking cock you could feed me that too.”
Dan caught his breath for a second and was lost in thought for a few minutes so June knelt on the floor next to him and waited. Dan’s face gave no clue as to what was going through his mind, but June could imagine. There’s a time to push and a time to wait, and until she had some clear sign the latter made more sense.
“Okay,” he said eventually. “The deep end it is. Hands behind your back please.” He locked the cuffs together. “I’m keeping this key with me; you never know, someone might want a hand job. Anything else you want to say before I get that ring gag?”
“I might need to pee.”
“No problem, you can come with me – you can’t go by yourself,” he said, shaking the chain.
“Damn, I forgot that.”
“You want to raid the freezer?”
“No. Get the gag before I change my mind.”
By the time they arrived at the club Dan had found his rhythm, walking with ease a foot ahead of June, casually smiling at passers by as though what they were doing was the most natural thing in the world. June responded by adopting a haughty air knowing she was property, but giving the impression that she was very valuable property.
Inside the club there was music and darkness, with some added UV light and some flashing spotlights. Enough darkness for those who needed it and enough light to see the flesh and lycra on display.
Dan bought drinks and found a table. He amused himself by putting the neck of a bottle into June’s ring gag and persuading her to tip her head back so that she could be fed trickles of beer.
She tried to giggle through the gag.
“Yeah, I know,” said Dan. “I’ll take it out if you look thirsty. I’m going to sit down, but before we do that I’m going to do what you said and up the ante.”
Dan reached behind her and unhooked her bra, sweeping it off in one quick movement. He put the bra in his shoulder bag.
“In case you were wondering why I brought the bag, it’s because I thought ahead.” He watched her eyes as he reached for the fastening on her skirt, raising his eyebrows as he looked at her. She slowly closed her eyes and looked down in a demur gesture of submission then looked up again with a brief wicked grin.
He undid the skirt and pushed that into his bag.
“I checked the material, it’s crush proof, it’ll be perfectly safe in there.” She shook her head briefly, unable to smile, enjoying his little obsessional touches. He led her to a table, taking a roundabout route across the floor, maximising the number of people who could enjoy seeing her beautiful tits and gleaming perfumed pussy.
At the table Dan hesitated for a moment, trying to pick the seat that had the best view of the rest of the room. June knelt on the floor beside him, again adopting her demure, floor gazing look. It took one scan around the room to convince Dan that he had the best looking woman in the room chained to his wrist. Gazing at June by his side was downright distracting and made it hard to be aware of anyone else, so he struggled to retain his cool disposition when someone spoke behind him.
“Are you open to offers?”
Containing his surprise Dan turned slowly to find a man standing behind him. Next to the guy was a woman who looked a little older than June, but was close to being in the same league.
“Come again?”
“You have a great looking slave chained to your wrist, I was wondering if she was available?”
“It looks like you have a lady with you.”
“True but I’m a greedy bastard.”
“What are you offering?”
“The best fuck she’s ever likely to get.”
“This is some kind of service?”
“It’s a treat. I like doing it.”
“What does your lady think about it?” Dan couldn’t resist asking but as he spoke it crossed his mind that maybe it wasn’t the right question.
“It’s nothing to do with her.”
“So you do whatever the hell, or whoever the hell you like and she has to put up with it.”
“It’s what alpha males do.”
Dan glanced at June but couldn’t make sense of whatever she was thinking. He looked at the other woman and caught her unawares. She was quite clearly looking at June with dilated pupils and lust in her eyes. A devious plan began to hatch in Dan’s mind.
“I’m kind of new to this, so forgive me if I don’t get all the rules, but if you want my woman don’t you have to fight for her or pay some penance or something?”
“That’s not how it goes at all. I take, you give, your woman gets a great fucking and if you’re lucky she’s grateful for you letting her have it.”
“And if she’s not grateful?”
“Believe me that never happens. The only other outcome is that she wants more and then we see what you’re prepared to offer to have me keep servicing her.”
“I’ll tell you what,” said Dan, “I’ll arm wrestle you. I’d fight you properly except we left the keys at home so this chain stays put and you’d have to fight both of us.”
“For a moment the guy was taken aback. His lady desperately tried to hide a smirk.
“Are you chicken?” Dan said. “You’re at least four inches taller than me, so in a wrestling match you’d win for sure, but sat down and arms only maybe it’s more even. At least I can go down fighting.”
Dan faced him square on, with an engaging smile. “I need to keep some self respect, giving away my woman without a fight doesn’t feel right.”
“Why’s she on a chain?”
“Oh she’s a slut, by my count you will be number two hundred and seventy nine, assuming you win and get to use her cunt. If you lose you can take her mouth and maybe your lady would like to taste her pussy. She looks eager.”
For a second the guy was stalled again. Dan didn’t dare look at June.
“Arm wrestling then?” Dan repeated.
“You’ve got some spunk, I’ll give you that.”
“Not a lot,” said Dan, smiling. “This woman sucks me dry.”
June kept her eyes on the floor, risking a quick look at the woman and catching the light in her eye. She glanced at Dan, calmly sitting to face the bigger guy and then she realised why he’d worn a loose fitting shirt, no one could know what the building work had done for his muscles. Did he plan the whole thing? That surely could not be possible. No that wasn’t it, that wasn’t the Dan she knew, but did she still know him? For a second she was filled with guilt and regret, but then she felt his hand on her shoulder, a light touch, steadying, knowing in some way.
The big guy sat across the table from Dan, his arrogance disturbed a little but as she watched him June thought about all those push ups and the big timbers Dan had heaved around as he was rebuilding the house.
They locked arms across the table and June couldn’t help watching. In a way the result was academic, if Dan won there’s likely be a cock in her mouth and a mouth on her pussy, if it came out the other way she’d get fucked, maybe she might eat pussy but the bigger worry was what might this idiot do to Dan. She’d have to give Dan a lot of loving to make up for this which ever way it turned out.
The big guy went for a quick push, expecting to shove Dan over in one fast move, but Dan was ready for him. He gained a few inches but then Dan held him. June watched as the first hint of doubt began to appear on the big guy’s face and Dan began to push him back, slowly at first, a centimetre at a time until they passed the mid point and began a slow inexorable descent towards the table top. After half a minute there was a slight pause, the descent slowed and June glanced quickly at Dan and realised that Dan was playing with him, letting the lactic acid build in the man’s muscles, guaranteeing some pain for a while after. A minute later it was all over Dan slammed the guy’s arm flat on the table.
There was a stunned silence and then cheers and for the first time June became aware of the audience they had acquired. The big guy nursed his arm, massaging the muscles to get rid of the ache.
“How the fuck did you do that?”
“I spent the last six months rebuilding our house while the slut here was in New York fucking everything that moved. I ended up with the muscles and she picked up some interesting skills.”
“Did she really do that many… over two hundred?” The woman’s voice was hesitant, unsure, awkward.
“She counted every one, kept score, but there’s no females in there so you have a chance at a first here. I’m going to put June on the table and I want your mouth on that pussy until she comes.”
Dan stood and pulled June to her feet, unlocked the cuffs to free her hands and whispered “If this gets crazy and you want to stop bang the table three times with your hand or your head or anything.”
He spread her on the table, legs well apart and invited the other woman into position, watching as her mouth descended onto June’s wide open slit. Dan gently stroked the back of the girl’s neck and whispered in her ear.
“Do as you would wish to be done to.”
Dan let the defeated big guy nurse his arm for another minute while keeping an eye on June, watching for signs that she was enjoying what was happening to her pussy. As soon as he saw the rhythm of her breathing change he switched his focus.
“Time for that cock of yours to get to work.”
The man got to his feet and gazed at June’s face, her head by now was hanging back over the table. Dan handed him a condom.
“I could get stuck in that thing.”
“If you wear this you can’t drown her and you’ll be able to get out once you’re done.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I thought I might fuck your lady if she does a good job on June. Does she have a safe word?”
“You really are a piece of work. How did you get a bird this good?”
“By being a piece of work. Now quit the philosophy get your cock in there before it gets too hard.”
June, flat on her back, watched as her husband unzipped the man she’d just seen him arm wrestle to defeat. She looked up at Dan smiling at her as she struggled to make sense of what was happening. This man had demanded to have her, been forced into a fight that he lost and now his cock was about to be in her mouth, a mouth that was held open by a big gag. What was Dan’s game?
As the cock slid into the ring she was distracted by hands on her right nipple and then a mouth on the left. It must be Dan. When another mouth took her right nipple she was shocked. Dan did not have two mouths. Who? One of the audience; man or woman? How did Dan arrange this? He couldn’t have arranged it, there wasn’t time, she’d been with him all day and all the time in the club. As one stimulus eased another started, she felt another cock being placed on her left hand and she’d wrapped her fingers around it before she knew it wasn’t Dan. I must be Dan’s doing so she began to gently want it.
She struggled to look at who was sucking her nipples but it was impossible. The oval table was small, her shoulders were almost overhanging and her neck was forced back and down and her mouth was full of an expanding cock. The body of of the owner obstructed most of her view as he pressed his whole length into her. To avoid choking she had to concentrate on the cock being rammed down her throat but by now her whole body was on fire. The woman, whatever her name was, had a good tongue and had found every precious spot that set her going. The work on her nipples was driving her crazy, she was rapidly losing any control of what was happening to her. Her hands belonged to other people. The one with the cock was gripped, presumably by the owner of the cock and her hand was being used as a tool. On the other side she had three fingers into a loose cunt that must be used to big cocks
The first orgasm came soon after but she could not even cry out; her body convulsed in massive spasms but the stimulation did not stop. There was respite for a moment when the mouth on her left nipple ceased for a moment, but soon began again.
The cock in her mouth had now taken over her face and throat and would not stop. She was possessed and the mouth on her clit was taking that end of her past anything she’d known in New York. Desperate for relief she tried to think what she could do, but another orgasm overtook her. What did Dan say? Bang your head on the table? She couldn’t move her head and anyway it was under the tabletop. Whoever was working her right nipple was getting wild, chewing on the tip, mixing pain and pleasure with an intensity few had done before.
Another convulsion swept over her. Concentrating hard on pressing the cock against her palate, she tried to milk it to a standstill with her tongue, unable to really suck, gasping for breath around the gag, she fought to make him cum but it was no good. How long could this man go on? He must have taken pills.
Another orgasm washed over her and her whole body was beginning to feel exhausted. What did Dan say? What did Dan say? She should have listened more closely. Why was she so eager to get on with it? Could a woman die of orgasms?
She tried one more exhausted suck, using every ounce of will she had left and a voice whispered in her ear, “Knock three times.”
The tongue working her clit was tiring and suddenly Dan had come to her rescue: there was a way out, she wasn’t destined for an orgasmic death. The thought gave her a rush of strength and it worked some magic on her weary throat. In seconds she felt the condom fill, heard the man groan and felt the other mouths free her.
As the cock in her mouth shrank and withdrew Dan undid the gag and gently kissed her face, holding a hand behind her neck to lift her head, sliding her body around so that all of it was on the oval table. She closed her eyes as he kissed her eyelids, nuzzled her nose and moved down to her lips, lingering there while she got her breath back. She lifted her hands to cover her face and found one set of fingers covered in semen and the other sticky with pussy juice.
By the time she was able to get off the table and sit, both Dan and she were surprised to find the big guy smiling and bring a tray of beers.
“Name’s Craig. You’ve met my wife Di. I figured you might need a drink. I’m sorry I was pushy at the kick off.”
“You came though when I pushed back, so I guess were even.” Dan grinned and put his arm around June.
“How was it for you darling?”
“I need time to make sense of it. Who was sucking my tits?”
Two women sitting across the table put their hands up. “You have awesome mouths, but if I bump into you tomorrow, don’t hug me, I feel a little chewed up.”
She turned to Di, “You on the other hand can come any time. I’ve never had a woman’s tongue before and after that I may need to have it again just to be sure that was real.”
June took a long drink from the glass in front of her. “What about you Dan? You watched me get fucked silly and you got nothing”
“It’s the fate of cuckolds. You get to watch, so long as you enjoy watching,” said Craig
“I’m not cuckolding Dan.”
“You kind of are love, but Craig if you’re an expert on this stuff, what’s the difference between a cuckold, a pimp and a master?”
June looked at Dan quickly, trying to catch what was in his face, but he could have been playing poker. His eyes were fixed on Craig.
“Well?”
“So this is intellectual arm wrestling now?”
“I’m feeling my way here and obviously you don’t know our story. I’m hoping that there isn’t really a label that fits us. I’ve never liked fitting in to anyone else’s stereotype.”
“That’s why I married him.” June laid her head on Dan’s shoulder. Her voice still a little rough.
“A pimp finds partners for the whore and takes some of the money.” Di, for the first time sounded assertive. “A cuckold is simply the husband of an unfaithful wife. It comes from what cuckoos do apparently, though I’ve always thought that was odd because it’s both parents who have to put up with the cuckoo in the nest, it’s got nothing to do with sex”
“I’m not unfaithful, not the way I see it anyway,” said June.
“What about Master?”
“A master is in control.”
Dan looked up from his phone, “Google says a master is a person with the ability or power to use, control, or dispose of something.”
That got him a kiss from June. “I like that,” she said. “I’ll settle for that. You have the ability to be in control, you proved that tonight, I was used too, but I’d rather you didn’t dispose of me.”
“That’s a relief.”
June laughed.”On the subject of relief, you’re a bit short on that front. Craig here has got off and I have but you and Di have missed out.” She glanced at Di, “You ready for some action?”
“Hell yeah.”
June reached for Dan’s zip and extracted his cock.
“Can you do a reverse cowgirl?”
“Is the sky blue?”
In seconds Di had backed herself against Dan who was still sitting. Holding his cock in one hand she held June closer directing her mouth towards her own gaping pussy.
“You’re going to enjoy this master,” she said as June slid his rapidly growing member into the gaping pussy in front of her. Dan twisted and thrust a little until he was lost inside Di who moaned and writhed on his cock. He looked down to see June kneeling in front of him, her mouth closing on Di’s clit.
Dan marvelled at Di’s energy until he remembered that she had spent the whole of June’s session on her knees working her tongue to exhaustion. Now she was completely uninhibited, squirming and bouncing on Dan’s cock, egged on by what June was doing to her. Every time she plunged down grinding the depths of her vagina against the head of his cock, screwing her cervix against it before June’s lips, tongue and sometimes teeth attacked her clit, stimulating so hard that she was forced to cry out and spring up. The cycle repeated, Di being driven to one climax and then another, the bounce and energy being driven out of her, sucking her into an exhausted continuous orgasm.
June, concentrating as hard as she could was holding Dan’s thighs, feeling the tension in his muscles until she shucked Di off him ripped off the condom and revelled in Dan spurting all over her face and tits.
She didn’t scream, there’s probably not a word in the English language for the sound she made, it would be banned before you could write it down; guttural, primitive, and deeply erotic, it seemed to draw more out of Dan. For the watching crowd it seemed to slow time down, making the spurting emissions seem to go on forever, a fountain of fertility and shared passion.
“If this is your honeymoon and you’re new to this, I’d sure like to be around when you guys hit your top game,” said Craig.
After that they drank a little, talked a lot and made their way back home, pausing once or twice to watch the stars and listen to the sea.
When they lay in bed Dan said nothing and did nothing for a minute.
“Are you okay?” she reached to hold his hand. “That was wild for me, but how was it for you?”
“It was all for you. When you talked about wanting to be out of control it scared me silly, but you wanted it so I tried to give it to you but be safe at the same time.”
“You succeeded darling. Totally succeeded, but what about you?”
She rolled onto her front, taking her weight on her elbows so she could see his face. Right then his eyes were closed and his brow furrowed. She stroked his forehead.
“Try to tell me, please.”
“I, um…”
She could see his eyes moving under the lids, flashing one way and another, as though seeking a safe place in a nightmare.
“Tell me please darling. I have to know.”
“But…”
She kissed him, pulling their faces together, trying to catch his feelings.
“I don’t mind what you say. Are you disgusted with me because I was such a slut?”
“No.”
“Because I made Di fuck you? Because I made you come all over me?”
“No. It’s, um… difficult. I don’t want to spoil your night.”
“You won’t. You can’t, but you don’t get it do you. Things like tonight, the whole point is being in the moment – that moment, and that’s what it is, a moment, you can live it but you can’t get it back, so it can’t be ruined. You’re scared that if you say you didn’t have a good time it’ll ruin it for me. It won’t, it can’t because the moment is gone.”
“But…”
“Dan please stop saying but and just tell me. I hate having to talk to you like this. If you hated it we’ll learn from it, we won’t do it again. Please tell me.”
“I was on the edge of blind panic the whole time. I was scared shitless the whole time. It’s a wonder I didn’t pass out. I kept telling myself what you said – push it so far that any way back will feel safe. It’s fine in theory, I get the idea, but doing it is… um, well not the same as thinking about it or talking about it.”
“And I never guessed, not for one second. Not until now. Everybody in that room thought you were totally cool.”
“What did you think?”
June laughed.
“That’s more complicated. A lot more complicated. When you told him to wrestle I was scared. I thought Craig was going to fuck the hell out of me and you’d have to watch and feel awful. I felt I’d betrayed you.”
“I wasn’t worried about that. He couldn’t fight me with us chained together and I knew my arms were good.”
“When I realised what shirt you had on, loose, hiding your muscles, I guessed. After that all I could do was follow.”
“I didn’t realise Di was that good, the rest I made up as I went along. I could see you were losing it and I almost pulled them off once you came but then I remembered you what you said about being out of control so I gritted my teeth and kept going…”
Dan opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, his complexion paled. “Did you forget the safe word or were you trying for some kind of record?”
His eyes swung back to her face, searching urgently.
“I forgot it, I think I might have been fucked to death, but then you whispered and it was okay, knowing you were in charge gave me the energy to get him off and finish. Craig had more stamina than anyone in New York.” She stopped for a second. “You were brilliant love, I’m sorry it was so hard. Did you enjoy the last part?”
Dan’s eyes flicked back to the ceiling again. “I’m never likely to forget it.”
“Well I loved it. I’ve never been showered like that before and walking home like that covered in spunk was awesome. I could feel it drying and caking on me. I felt completely owned. It makes me wet thinking about it.”
She paused and looked at him. “You’re supposed to demand proof at this point.”
“Sorry?”
She rolled onto her side and reach for his cock.
“Fortunately someone is still paying attention. You do realise that I still have a plug in my butt and I haven’t been fucked all night.”
She pushed herself up, straddling him in a cowgirl position and slid his cock in. “See, what did I tell you. Soaking.”
From there on Dan had little control, she worked him with her pelvis, gyrating, playing with her tits, pulling her nipples to erection, blowing him kisses, transporting him to some imaginary sexual wild west until she knew she might come and hoped he was near. Squeezing her pelvic muscles and moaning and panting until she felt him squirt and then with two fingers on her clit she tipped herself over the top and collapsed on top of him.
For a few minutes he lay under her, getting his breath back and trying to navigate his brain back to normality.
“What the hell are we going to do tomorrow?” he said then, chuckled and put his lips against her ear, “or who are we going to do?”
June was asleep, and it was tomorrow already. Dan lay with her sleeping on top of him, breathing in sync with her, feeling like one being until he too fell asleep.
End of episode 5
In this episode an imaginary club at Cap d’Agde is portrayed. This is fiction, when I holidayed at Cap it was early in the season so the clubs were closed, other activities at Cap that are described later are based in part on my experience, augmented with what anyone can find on the web.
