Chapter 54

The rest of the shops went the same way.  I would deliver the girls to the
shopkeeper then go back to the limo to ‘talk’ with Sally.  Janey, and her
backups, kept watch.

At one point I asked Janey how much she had shared with Simone about the
first visit to The Guild.  Had she told her everything?

“Not exactly,” was her reply.

“Meaning….?” I led her to reply.

“Meaning the Rosen’s devices will probably come as a shock to her.”

Grinning at her devious omission, I asked, “Nicole?”

Grinning back, she answered, “Not a clue.  Mom and I agreed.  We wanted you
to have to explain what you did to them!”

Ahhh!  I knew there was a hitch!  Typical.  But at least there would be one
surprise for Simone on this day.  One special one for Nicole, too, but that
was later.

Amud and Bala greeted us warmly, the women openly hugging each other.  I
stayed to watch this session, having alerted Sally that she would be alone
for the next hour or so.  It wasn’t that I distrusted these two.  Rather, it
was such a joy to watch Bala work on the women.  Her touch was so deft, so
sure.  I always learned something new from her.

As before, she started with the younger woman.  Nicole’s reaction to the
hanging leather implements and saddles was very similar to what Sally’s had
been, but she didn’t ‘zone out’ the way Sally had.  So as Simone was
measured, then hung and whipped to one thundering orgasm after another,
Nicole wandered the shop, lovingly and longingly touching the sensuous
leather items.

Bala was surprised at the explosive and repetitive nature of Simone’s
orgasm.  Through Amud, I explained that the women had been primed for this
all day long.  Winking knowingly at me, she then proceeded to draw every
ounce of sexual tension she could out of the hanging girl.  When she was
unable to wring anymore from her, they placed her limp, sated form in my
arms.  Déjà vu all over again.

Nicole stood quietly while she was measured, but resisted a little to being
strung up.  A special marinated gag calmed her, along with my command to her
to allow this.  She still resisted, even with the drug, and Bala had to work
for a long time before Nicole achieved a meager release.

On the way out, Amud pulled me to one side.  “She is a stubborn one, very
strong inside.  Special.  Bala wanted me to tell you.”

I looked lovingly over at Nicole.  “Yes, she is.”

“No. Not the mother.  The girl.  Special, very special inside.”

“But Nicole was the one that resisted Bala today.”

Amud made a motion to brush that aside as meaningless.  “Do not read too
much into such things.  Nicole very much your woman.  Very much in love with
idea of her Master being on other end of the whip.  You leave her with Bala
for one week and she be singing good for her, too.”

He nodded at Simone.  “This one different.  She can help you with others.
Strong and like both ends of whip, but especially to give.  But the little
one needs the hose soon.”  He blushed as he said this next part.  “We are
aware of how you think, that she your daughter and that you cannot give her
hose when she need it.  Bala...” he gulped, then looked back at her for
reassurance, “…my love said I should volunteer to help.  With the girl.”

I looked at him in disbelief.  Was he saying what I thought?  Did he just
volunteer to fuck my Simone?  I asked him, pointblank.

He withered at my suggestion that he had anything illicit in mind.  “No,
Lawrence!  For training purposes only.  For good of the girl, only.  Not my
pleasure!  My beloved there every time!  No pleasure for me at all with my
love there.”

I don’t think he realized how humorous what he said was.  But I backed down,
apologized for doubting his intent and told him I would think about his
offer.  Secretly, I had been having similar thoughts about Simone.  Not that
I would fuck her, but that she had a tremendous need for cock that needed to
be met soon.  She was becoming fixated on mine, and that was not good.

The jewelry store was next.  When I picked them up, Nicole was pensive and
withdrawn and there was a tiny drop of blood on the shirt over her left tit.
  I half expected her to ask why she had been pierced in this shop, but she
just sat quietly as Janey pulled the car into traffic and headed towards the
exit.

Simone seemed relieved it was all over.  Thus, she was very surprised when
the car pulled into yet another conveniently located spot.  Her curiosity
grew as there was no storefront along this section of the mall, just the
back ends of a lot of the other shops.  Silently, without explanation, I
took them down that long alleyway to the Rosen’s clinic.

When I introduced the Dr.s Rosen to Nicole and Simone, it was like old home
week.  I should have guessed they knew each other, or at least of each
other.  Both European, both intellectuals, that was a small neighborhood.
It turned out they had followed each other’s careers with mutual admiration.
  Of course, Simone had read their scientific papers and wanted to discuss
them in depth, though the three doctors were a little taken aback by her
youthful appearance.  I think having Nicole in my ‘harem’, as she put it,
raised me several levels in Dr. Rosen’s estimation.  She wasn’t sure about
Simone, but she was clearly impressed by what she saw.

When my girls were stripped and positioned on the tables, I caught sight of
Nicole’s look just before she went under from the anesthesia.  She knew very
well what kind of research the Rosens had done.  She may not have known
exactly what was going to happen, but she was light-years ahead of what
Sally had known.  I wasn’t sure if that was going to make it harder or
easier to explain why I had had them implanted with those particular
devices. Ah, what the shit!  I guess I’d just have to burn that bridge when
I came to it.

Dr. Wang took advantage of their appointment to do a check-up and a tune-up
on my own implants, sort of.  I didn’t ask too many questions.  It wasn’t
that I didn’t care.  It’s just that I had had so many things done to me by
so many doctors, I finally stopped asking.  I found it was better if I
didn’t know.

Apparently I was OK, as he grinned widely as he led me to the door.  I asked
if I could use it right away, and he nodded vigorously, speaking excitedly
as he did, which didn’t help his diction.  “The more the better,” was all I
could make out of his broken English.  At least, I hoped that’s what he
said.

I went out to the limo and fucked Sally.  It kind of surprised me, the
intensity of the urge that rose within me.  I had been satisfying myself –
and her – all day long, several times, and that was usually enough to keep
my horniness in check.  But there wasn’t another term for what I did to
Sally right then.  I climbed on and threw her the meat, pounded her pussy.
I wasn’t tender, I wasn’t there for her pleasure, although she did enjoy it.
  I used her cunt and deposited what felt like a gallon of cum deep in her.

When I was done, I unplugged, still hard, still horny.  This time when we
were finished, I cleaned up myself, but left Sally dripping my jism on the
carpet.  I went back into the clinic, thanked the Rosens and then brusquely
herded the two women back to the car.  Both were still under the influence
of the anesthesia a little, so the walk back to the limo was silent and
swift.

Simone climbed in the back first, stopping halfway in as she took in the
sight that greeted her.  A red, dripping and obviously well fucked cunt.
She finished getting into the limo without comment.

Nicole, when it was her turn to get in, gasped when she saw Sally as I had
left her.  She immediately rushed to her side, ready to give her aide.  When
I entered the back of the limo, Nicole turned accusingly to me, ready to
attack should I make a move towards Sally.  It was only after the
reassurances from Janey and Simone that Sally was really OK that she
somewhat sheepishly came back to sit by my side.  Even then, she was quiet.

I figured Nicole would ask me about the Rosen’s devices when she was ready,
so I moved forward and cleaned up Sally, taking up the time, allowing her to
ask when she was ready.  I was a little chagrined I had left Sally like
that.  I don’t know what came over me, but I had just felt like showing off.
  It was teenager macho stuff, and a nagging little itch started in the back
of my mind.

I busied myself, ignoring my thoughts in that direction and focused on
Sally.  I released her from some of her bonds, massaging the stiffness from
her sore muscles in the process.  When she could kneel upright, I removed
her hood, but I left the gag in her mouth.  Still, the dark interior of the
car was almost too bright for her eyes and she blinked until she had
accommodated.  Then she looked up at me with a look of total love.  I hoped
it would last.  I was about to put it to the test, and even with her
reassurances, things don’t always look the same when you’re confronted with
the reality of what was once just an idea.

Still kneeling, I turned to Nicole.  I picked up her hand and gently kissed
her palm.  Then I lifted her abbreviated shirt up, exposing her breasts.  I
gently kissed each in turn, focusing on her nipples, back and forth until
her body responded to the stimulus and her nipples were throbbingly hard.

Deftly, with an unpracticed ease I pulled a small box from my pocket and
took a diamond heart from it.  The heart shaped diamond was exactly like the
one I had given Sally when I had proposed to her.  I found the pierced hole
in her nipple the jewelers had placed there earlier in the day, and slipped
the fine wire through it.  The wire clipped securely onto the heart and the
diamond lay there on her heaving breast, glinting and gleaming in the dim
light.  The glinting light from Sally’s heart matched it from across the cab
of the limo.

“Nicole, I… I…”

“Yes, Lawrence.  My answer is ‘Yes.’”

I let her have the last word.

Chapter 55

Two short weeks later was another concert.  The day of the event, my ladies
were pampered and primped, bathed, massaged, coifed and coddled.  I could
sense the sexual tensions building in Sally and Janey who had been through
this process before as well as in Nicole and Simone.  Those two seemed
unprepared for the luxuriousness of the treatments, thought I was sure Sally
and Janey had told them all about it.

In the afternoon, the driver of The Guild’s delivery van handed over a
myriad of packages with all the usual pomp and deference.  I don’t know if
the girls were more relieved or curious.  Due to the recent fittings of
Nicole and Simone and the two additional outfits that needed to be created,
the craftsmen were a little rushed to meet the deadline I had requested.

When the last beauty treatment was finished, the equipment loaded and the
vans gone, I sat in my office with four kneeling very gorgeous, very horny
females.  Three of them had their long hair perfectly braided in a style
that we all called the ‘slave braid,’ a loose French weave leaving a full
tail of hair hanging straight down the back.  The remaining woman had her
hair elegantly down up on top of her head.  All four were in front of my
desk, quietly fidgeting, anxious to see what surprises were hidden in the
golden boxes that had been delivered.  Concert nights were always special,
and they anticipated nothing different on this one.  I hoped not to
disappoint them.

Taking Simone and Janey by the hands, I led them to their room.  Their boxes
were laid out on their beds, shining in the afternoon sunlight from the
windows.  The girls’ excitement was palpable.  I took a soft cord from my
pocket.  Turning Janey around to face away from me, I loosely tied her hands
behind her, more symbolic than confining.

Leaning down to put my mouth close to her ear, I whispered, “Are you ready
for this?”

To her credit, she took her time before answering.  She knew what I was
asking her to do, having witnessed the bondage Sally had been in at prior
concerts.  This would not be a ‘date’ like before, but something new,
another step down an unknown path.

When she did answer, she simply said, “Yes,” and then quickly turned to give
me a kiss on the cheek.  Her eyes were shiny with excitement.

Having Janey’s cooperation was part one.  Simone’s would be part two.  I
turned to the teenager, her eyes wide with awe, fixated on the knot binding
Janey’s hands.  When I looked over at her, she gulped, then presented her
hands to me in a similar manner.

I gathered the girl in my arms and sat on the bed.  I deposited her on my
lap, her short robe allowing her bare bottom to caress my thigh.  She was
trembling, more from fear than excitement.

“I sort of had something else in mind for you, Simone, if that’s all right
with you.”

She almost sobbed her relief.

“I’d like you to help me out tonight.  As you know, I will have both your
Mom and Sally to take care of.  I’d like you to be in charge of Janey.
Think you can do that?”  I had said all of this quietly, so that Janey could
not hear us.

The idea of being in charge seemed to intrigue the girl.  “In charge?  What
would I have to do?”

“Oh, I think you have an idea.  Make sure she is safe, as she will be bound
pretty tightly.  Help her get dressed.  Make sure she behaves.  Stuff like
that.”

“Oh.”  She thought about it a minute.  “OK.”

“Good girl.  If you have any questions, I’ll be right there, too.”

Part one and part two completed.  I kissed her cheek as I stood.  I picked
up a small box off of her bed.  I turned her around this time a slipped her
necklace, a silver diamond studded heart on a snug chain, around her neck.
Another similar box on Janey’s bed held a bejeweled slave collar.  The
difference in the two styles was obvious and Janey’s eye’s widened as she
began to realize what the arrangement would be that night.

I stood to the side of the room for a few minutes as Simone began Janey’s
preparations.  The first thing she did was to strip Janey of her robe,
leaving her naked but for the collar and the cord binding her hands.  Then,
with deliberate movements, she stood behind the bound girl and cupped both
her breasts with her small hands.  Then she squeezed.  She kept applying
pressure until Janey moaned softly.  Releasing one of those magnificent
globes, Simone let one hand wander down to brush the tightly cropped pubic
hairs.

I watched in fascination as Simone proceeded to establish her gentle but
very definite dominance over the older girl.  It was done slowly and softly,
yet there was no questioning who was in charge.  One finger, then two were
buried in the gasping girl’s dripping twat.

Just before Janey’s knees buckled, Simone stopped her stimulation with a
suddenness that left Janey gasping.  With a confident grin over at me,
Simone then began ripping open the various boxes on Janey’s bed, flaunting a
bit the fact that she got to open all the boxes.  I wondered whether I
should have mentioned to Simone that she would be on the other end one day
soon, with Janey in charge of her, but decided to let things take their own
course.  It would be more fun that way.  For me, anyway.

I slipped out of the room to begin my own preparations for the evening.  As
much as I wanted to stay and watch – God, Janey was beautiful! – I had my
own two beauties to subdue.

Returning to my office, I retrieved the two remaining lovelies and led them
to our bedroom.  Two stacks of boxes on the bed, two lovely ladies.  I made
them kneel, facing the boxes.

I took the small box from Nicole’s stack, the only difference in the two
piles.  It held her jeweled slave collar, and as I fastened the secure
clasp, Nicole began to cry.  At first I thought it was too tight, but Sally
signaled to me that her tears were just a release of tension.  This collar,
my collar, was yet another sign of my commitment to her and Nicole was
overcome with emotion.

Careful not to smudge her perfect makeup, I patted her eyes and let her blow
her nose with a tissue.  Through all of this, we didn’t exchange one word.

I got Sally’s collar from the safe and fastened it around her slender neck.
With that, the two women were relieved of their robes.  Taking a page from
Simone’s book, I knelt behind each one in turn and possessively fondled and
aroused them.  I didn’t need to bind their hands behind them.  Instead, I
just positioned their hands behind their backs with wrists crossed and the
two obediently kept them there without aide.  Nicole came almost
immediately, a deed that I reminded her would be punished at the end of the
evening.  That reminder seemed to excite her to yet another shuddering
orgasm.  I felt it would be counterproductive to remind her again, so I
simply held her tightly until she regained a semblance of calm.

Sally, while in no way stoic, allowed me to take her to the edge of her
climax, enjoying the build up of the tension within both of us.  I urged her
on with my fingers and tongue, but she maintained her control by a
tremendous effort.  It wasn’t until I asked her if she really wanted to
abandon her ‘sister’ to be punished alone that she allowed me to push her
over the edge.  As often as I had witnessed it, I still could not understand
Sally’s embracing of pain.  I only hoped I could keep both her and Nicole
satisfied.

Their attire for the evening was deceptively simple but very stringent.
Essentially a corset, it incorporated straps down the spine designed to
fixate their arms from elbow to wrist.  A small pocket in the small of the
back captured and secured their hands.  I had asked that the pockets be
moveable so that I could move them up or down, thereby increasing the stress
on the back and shoulders.  On this night I had moved them up a notch and
both women gasped as they realized the level of discomfort they would have
to endure for the evening.

The corset itself was unforgiving.  The stays were stiff and unbending.
When tied down, they cinched in the waists an amazing 3 inches.  The base of
the corset rested firmly on the pelvic girdle, pinched in the waist and
hugged the lower ribs tightly.  The material of the corset ended just above
the bottom of the breasts, but was so tight, that it forced the malleable
tissue up and together.  A ‘Wonder-Bra’ effect.  Breathing in this attire
was possible, but not easy.  Bending was nearly impossible and not
recommended.

There were as series of straps hanging from the upper front of the corset.
With these, I introduce an element of tit-bondage, tightly tying that tender
flesh with a criss-cross of strands until their breast bulged out between
the straps like twin balloons forced against a chain-link fence.  It was
lightly painful and, at the same time, deliciously erotic.  The slightest
touch on them brought moans from the women.

The last boxes contained leather boots custom fit to be tight and to rise to
meet in their crotches.  They were laced, not zipped, and I enjoyed tying
and retying those laces that ended just short of paradise.  Of course, with
my big clumsy hands, the women were rubbed extensively in a most intimate
way.  The boots had extremely high heels, 5-6 inches, the highest they had
ever worn.  The long heels resulted in their toes being pointed almost
straight down.

The Rosen’s earrings and the vaginal and anal probes completed the
ensembles.  I turned them on immediately and then gave them the admonition
not to cum unless I allowed it.  This was Nicole’s first experience with
these diabolical devices and she was incapable of preventing and then
stopping her climax.  I turned her units down, leaving Sally’s at the
original level until Nicole could again regain her composure, then edged
them up gradually until she was only barely in control.

I assisted the two bound women into the living room where we met Simone and
a very arouse, but subdued, Janey.  I had never seen her eyes so wild with
passion nor so desperate to cum.  Janey was outfitted exactly as her mother
and Nicole, right down to the breast bondage.  Simone had actually done her
up tighter than I had done with the other two, and I briefly considered
loosening it.  A check with the teen over the link told me not to bother.

I handed Simone the remote that controlled Janey’s devices and showed her
how to use it.  Janey’s eyes almost bugged out when she flicked it on, her
orgasm causing her tortured tit flesh to swell and further tighten the
already tight cords.  Again, I checked her over the link, with a repeated
assurance that she was OK and to let Simone handle her.  I blinked at this
rebuff, but, seeing that Simone had ‘sensed’ the conversation, just grinned
as she winked at me.  She would be just fine.

Simone, for her attire, was wearing a simple black cocktail dress with thin
straps.  I knew that underneath she, too, was wearing a corset, although not
nearly as constricting as the other three.  Her sleek shapely legs were
sheathed in dusky silk stockings held up with garters attached to the base
of the corset.  Transparent panties held in her vaginal and anal probes.
The flimsy matching bra held the Rosen’s bra stimulators in place.  She was
the only one of the four with those devices.

Simone’s long dark hair was piled seductively up on top of her head, baring
her slender neck.  She looked as elegant as the most sophisticated uptown
girl, yet managed a cherubic innocence.  The only discordant thing was the
nearly evil mischievous gleam in her beautiful eyes.  She fully intended to
enjoy dominating Janey tonight.

Again, I thought about reminding her that she would be on the other end
soon, but decided against it.  I had a feeling she was aware that that would
happen, but didn’t care.

Three capes were draped and securely fastened on the three slave-girls.  I
assisted Simone with her own white ermine stole, which she wore as if she
was born wearing one.  The remote for Janey’s devices was slipped securely
under the wristband of her watch, leaving her hands free.

Because all of the women were ‘busy’ tonight, I had arranged for the limo
company to send over a driver.  Our own limo was used, and the same discreet
young woman we had used before briskly opened the rear door as we exited the
house.  Simone and I assisted Janey and Nicole into the back of the car.
Sally, practiced in this situation, needed only a close eye and the backup
of the driver.

Sally and Nicole knelt on the soft carpet on each side of me.  Immediately,
I loosed my cock and waited for one or the other to attempt to take it in
her mouth.  With her eyes closed with the effort of bending over, Nicole was
the first to reach it.  In reward for her efforts, I nudged her remote up a
couple of notches.  As a result, she had a tremendous orgasm and she nearly
bit my cock, stopping from doing severe damage only with a supreme effort.
Feeling like a heartless bastard, I gave her another reprimand and
additional punishment when we got home.

She bit me again, but that time she nipped me on purpose.  I swore to myself
to show her no mercy.

Sally swayed gently with the movement of the car on the highway.  I motioned
her closer and, releasing the snaps of her cape, exposed her reddened
deformed tits.  I found the nipples to be as hard as pebbles.  As Nicole
tried to keep her head still on my cock, I flicked and teased Sally’s
nipples, squeezing and rolling them between my fingers.  I saw her eyes roll
up in her head as she came hard, her breath coming is ragged gasps.  It was
rare for her to cum from breast stimulation alone and I think it caught her
by surprise.

Simone had not let Janey be idle during the ride.  As soon as she had seen
what was going on with Sally and Nicole, Simone had hiked up her skirt,
pulled her panties to one side and lowered Janey’s head to her slippery
young cunt.  Janey, being a lot more flexible than the older women, did not
have the trouble bending and gave Simone no resistance.

Simone stiffened in a grunting orgasm when I switched on her devices.  The
intensity of those intimate little buggers was surprising and I don’t think
the women ever did get used to the intense feelings they produced.  At
least, they always seemed to be surprised by the onrush of that first
orgasm, even Sally and Janey.  Maybe it was just an indication that I wasn’t
overusing them.

After the anticipation and the lascivious preparations, the concert was
something of a letdown.  The visiting conductor was almost genius, and was
almost brilliant.  Almost.  Still, the pieces were by a composer I liked and
given my compliant companions, it was easy to be forgiving of the
performance.  I kept Simone flopping around in her chair like a fish on dry
land, mostly to give Janey a break.  She was taking Janey to the very edge
of her limits way too soon and there was still more to come.  Janey gave me
a look of combined thanks and disgust.  She understood on one level why I
was giving her a break, but on a gut level, she was thoroughly immersed in
this new experience and wished I would kindly butt out.

Our limo did not have an opaque window between the driver and the rear
compartment.  I hadn’t felt it would be necessary, intending for Janey and
Simone to do the driving.  As a result, the young woman driving us to and
from the concert got an eye and ear full of some rather unorthodox behavior
that evening.  I noticed her eyeing us on the way to the concert hall.  On
the way back, she almost crashed as all three capes were lying carelessly on
the carpeted deck.  Three nearly naked and obviously strictly bound women
were apparently too much for the girl, not to mention my above average cock.

Beth, as we found out her name, recovered safely and forced herself to focus
on her job.  That impressed me, particularly when she approached me at the
end of the evening in our driveway.  I had just climbed out of the car after
she had opened the door.

“Sir?”

“Yes, uh, I’m sorry I don’t know your name, miss.”

“It’s Beth, Sir.  I just wanted to apologize for my driving, Sir.  It won’t
happen again.”

“I should hope it wouldn’t.  But, no harm was done.”

“Yes, Sir, uh, No, Sir…”

I could tell she was nervous.  “Was there something else?  I won’t report
you, if that is what is bothering you.”

She blushed, then blurted out, “Do they like, I mean, they must, but,
doesn’t it, well, of course does, but, well,” she took a deep breath, then
“Sir, would you do that to me?  I mean, not now, you’re busy, of course, but
sometime….”

I stopped her with a finger to her lips.  She was a pretty young girl and
would not have a problem finding a man – or woman – willing to help her.  I
had my hands full already.

“Are you interested in trying the bondage or me?”

“The bondage stuff, Sir,” she answered immediately, before, “Oh, but you,
too.”

Gee, thanks.  Like I said, she was young.  “Well, Beth, I can’t bring you
into our family, but I may have someone safe in mind for you, if you meet
their standards.  Thank you for driving us.  I’ll contact you later.”

With that, I turned and escorted four very curious women into the house.  I
didn’t really know anybody, but in a flash of inspiration I ‘sensed’ that
Beth would fit perfectly into another unorthodox family that I saw evolving,
or that I could encourage to evolve.  Time would tell if I was right but I
wouldn’t say anything to anyone until I had a few more facts.  Until then,
they could just wonder.

I had Sally and Nicole kneel on the floor in the entryway while I escorted
Janey and Simone to their room once again.  Once there, I reached under the
bed and slid out an apparatus of tubes, straps and pads.  Both girls watched
closely as I assembled a simple but sturdy frame.  Helping Janey down on her
knees onto the pad at the base, I bent her from the waist over another
padded bar, bringing her mouth down to a latex penis that fit perfectly into
and filled her mouth.  A simple harness held her head firmly in place and
two straps behind her knees held her legs spread and firmly in place.  With
her hands and arms still bound by the corset, Janey wasn’t going anywhere.

“Neat!” was all that Simone said, instantly seeing the possibilities of
Janey’s position.  Her luscious ass high in the air, accessibility to one or
both orifices, Simone was already thinking along the intended lines.  There
was just one more thing.

I pulled Simone to me as I sat down on the bed.  I reached down and
retrieved yet another box out from under the bed that I had hidden along
with the apparatus.  With Simone facing me, I reached behind her and
unzipped her dress.  With infinite care, I slipped the narrow straps off her
shoulders, watching her face the entire time.  I was alert for any sign of
resistance.  Her flimsy bra was next, then her dainty panties.  Simone’s
breathing was becoming more erratic, as was mine, I must admit.  It was a
novel experience, undressing this seductive teenager, and I was not immune
to her charms.  The only thing that stopped me from dallying with her right
then was the prior engagement I had with her mother and Sally and I think we
both knew it.

From the box I removed a pair of leather pants.  At first she protested that
the pants were inside out as I slid them up her legs.  She could see the
protrusions, or intrusions, that would have to fit up inside of her.  They
weren’t long, but they were thick.  Persistently, I slid the pants up to her
crotch, then gently inserted the front and rear phalluses into her.  Then I
cinched the thick belt tight.  On the front panel of the pants was a bolt,
and onto that I screwed a larger, longer and thicker dildo.  It clicked into
place with a solid snap.  The final adjustments were made by repeatedly
squeezing two air bulbs secreted in the waistband of the shorts.  I watched
her eyes widened as first the front, then the rear probe swelled to fill her
completely and lock into place.

I took her hand and placed it on her ‘penis.’  “Stroke it.”

She did, and immediately moaned.  The locking bolt was connected by a solid
metal scaffold to both the vaginal and anal probes.  The probes were locked
in her own canals so tightly that any movement of the dildo was translated
directly to her own genitals.  The designers had told me it was almost as
good as the real thing, but I wondered how they would know.

The last thing I took out of the box was a light riding crop.  Simone’s eyes
widened when she saw the whip and immediately associated it with Janey’s
creamy ass.  She salivated as she accepted the supple leather instrument
from me.

Janey had three bright red stripes across her ass before I could get out of
the room.  I felt her explosive climax across the link and sensed her
relaxing into and under Simone’s control.  There was already an instinctive
trust between the two girls that allowed Janey to let go and experience
everything Simone had for her to the fullest.  I left them to their
frolicking, focused on my own responsibilities.

Two more tubular frames came from under our bed and Sally and Nicole were
secured in them in a relatively short time.  I fingered them in their
exposed genital areas for a long time, teasing them to a higher and higher
sexual pitch.  Finally, when they were nearly mad out of their minds, I
stopped touching them.

Tonight I had decided upon a thick leather strap, one that would leave their
asses bruised if used with too much force.  I intended to get as close to
that point as possible and, if I slipped over the line a time or two, well,
they would heal.  In time.

I started on Nicole, the first swat telegraphing the serious intent of the
evening.  It sounded like a shot in the suddenly tension-filled room.  After
ten hard blows, I lowered my pants and plunged my rampant cock deep within
her without warning.  Her clasping cuntal walls spasmed, either in pain or
orgasm, against my sudden intrusion.  I couldn’t remember being this aroused
by disciplining the women before, and the thought flitted though my mind
that my behavior of late had been much more aggressive than usual.  But as I
was enveloped in the heat of her cunt, the thought passed through without
leaving much evidence of its being thought, and I gave myself over to the
enjoyment of giving pain to my lovers.

I fucked Nicole roughly for a long time.  She continued to milk my cock,
clasping and squeezing me as hard as I was shoving into and out of her.
Without intending to, I found myself blowing my load suddenly deep within
her.  With a surprised grunt, I yanked my still rigid member from her.
Raising my hand, I administered another ten blows to her flaming ass, harder
than the first.  Nicole continued to moan around the penis gag throughout,
her eyes closed in ecstasy.

Sally received the same treatment, the same roughness, with the same curious
arousal and the same surprising ejaculation on my part.  I wasn’t losing
control, not with Dr. Wang’s little gadgets.  It just seemed that the more
pain I handed out, the stiffer and larger and more aroused I became.

I became like an animal after fucking Sally, eventually taking both women
anally after giving them even more severe beatings.  They would be bruised
in the morning, but I was beyond caring about them.  All that mattered was
this driving need, this obsession within me.  Had I been aware of what was
going on, I probably would have been worried, but as it was, I was totally
self-absorbed.

Finally exhausted, I released the two beaten women from their bonds and
collapsed into bed.  There were no endearments that night, no cuddling, no
pillow talk.  Already softly snoring, I missed the cautious glances the two
women gave to each other over my sweat-dampened chest and the secret
satisfied smiles on their faces as they too drifted off to a satisfied
sleep.

They could worry about the future tomorrow.