The girls prepared lunch as Klaus and I discussed many things. We started with what we were calling "The Jackson Problem". We played ‘What If" with it for several minutes looking at many different scenarios and decided we needed to have a serious talk with Sandy before a full course of action could be determined.
Next was the supermarket. It was scheduled to open within the next week. The ‘Nilla’ side was stocked and personnel were employed from the local population. Nilla was the term we had been using to quickly specify vanilla people from Project members. Nilla specialty shops occupied several small storefronts adjoining the main store. The pricing was just slightly above what was anticipated as a break even and would be below anything the chain store would be able to do and maintain a profitable operation. It looked as if it would be a profit center for The Project within a few months. The Grand Opening during the Christmas shopping season promised to be busy.
The girls announced that lunch was ready so we moved to the kitchen table. The conversation now became general in nature as we ate.
Sandy was still upset by the bondage she had seen, "Those people were very uncomfortable, those straps and things had to be painful."
I could see that explaining it wasn’t working, "I’ll tell you what later this afternoon I’m going to tie you up so that you can experience what I have told you about. You may not find it that exciting but at least you will have a much better sense of what is happening."
"I’m not sure I would like that."
Kathy chimed in, "Then he can do it to me, I want to see if I’m missing something interesting."
Sandy looked at her in surprise but didn’t say anything.
The meal was completed and I asked Kathy to clean up the kitchen while we talked to Sandy.
Comfortably seated in the living room I began. "Your hubby is in a world of trouble right now. We have discovered he has two previous DUI charges pending plus a charge of resisting arrest in your hometown. Did you know about those charges?"
"He told me about one but said it was a setup, he only had one beer."
"It seems it was a little more than he told you. Now, if he was stupid enough to swing on a cop twice I want to know how often did he hit you?"
She started to cry openly, "It started about five years ago when he got fired for punching his boss. By the time he could find another job we had lost just about everything we owned. He blamed me for it and would hit me whenever he failed to get a particular job. What little money we had was spent on booze. He finally got a job at about half of what he was making previously and blamed me for that also."
"I see. The current situation could have been avoided if you had been open with me about this."
She was sobbing now, "He wasn’t always like this. He used to be so sweet and gentle."
"I want you to think about this for a few days; what do you want to happen now? I think I can influence the outcome but I will need to know what results you would like to see."
I hugged her and we sat there for a long time as she pulled herself together. Klaus went out to the kitchen to help Kathy clean up.
Kathy came in, "Come on Sandy, let’s go for a swim." Good thing I had turned the pool heater on.
Klaus sat down and we continued discussing the general progress. The community network of computers was set to go on line the next day. It was designed so that all computers in The Project would be routed through the main file server in the office complex. All online activities would take place from one main source. The internal network was not accessible from the net so that members could communicate freely without concern of eavesdroppers. Older houses such as mine would not be on the program since it was to be moved to the residential section in the spring.
The goal of 200 head of cattle had been reached; actually it was 211 with new calves counted. This was to be the source of beef for the supermarket and the herd would be adjusted to meet demand. Other livestock was to be added as facilities were constructed and demand rose. The goal of being nearly self-sufficient was getting closer.
We continued to go over various area and projects for a couple hours. There were some snafus but nothing that would affect the main schedule.
Jerry called to ask if it was a good time to talk to his friend, Carl Batson. I told him to come on over. They arrived about ten minutes later. After introductions were completed and everyone had a cup of coffee or Coke in hand we began a general conversation.
I opened with a question, "Now that you have seen what we are doing and have met a few of the people what do you think of the place, Professor?"
"Please call me Carl. I like what I have seen. Unlike many groups you are going into it with a long range master plan. Cost doesn’t seem to be a factor when something is needed; I like that. I like the social situation also; clothes optional and all activities are consensual. Jerry tells me every one is tested for just about everything from the common cold to leprosy and physiological profiles are also completed. The number of like-minded people you have assembled is amazing."
I was satisfied with the well thought out answers he gave, "I’m glad you approve however as a new member is there anything you have seen that we have neglected or that could be done more efficiently?"
"Now that you mention it there are a couple things. All the long range forecasts indicate the weather is going to continue to be hot and dry for years. I would suggest moving the spring planting up about three weeks and make every effort to produce a second crop in the same growing season."
"Some irrigation will be needed although there are some new hybrid strains that require much less water."
He was thinking along the lines I had discussed with Klaus, "There will be several four-inch wells drilled for irrigation purposes as well as the community water system. The current water utility is much too expensive and the quality is rather low."
I continued with the main reason I wanted to see him, "I have heard that tomatoes require less sunshine than most crops, is that correct?"
"Yes, they actually do well in the shade."
Now we were getting somewhere. We continued to chat and the subject invariably turned to BDSM. The different activities that were openly displayed were discussed. Jerry finally had something to say, "My wife found some of the things she saw rather far out, but she was intrigued by some of the bondage, I think she is going to be fine with this."
Carl joined in, "My wife needs rather heavy stimulation. Much more than I have seen here so far. She can endure hours on a horse and loves to have her breasts caned however the caning leave large bruises that she is proud of but doesn’t like to display. She has multiple genital piercings that are used to carry unbelievable amounts of weight. She is a sweet gal but her age, she is 60 now, has restricted some of the bondage positions that are usable, which results in other forms of stimulation being increased to the danger point. Perhaps you gentlemen will be able to suggest something I haven’t thought of."
I glanced at Klaus but he indicated this was out of his experience; it was out of mine too. "That is a little beyond my experience but the computer system will be up in the morning so you might check the membership for someone that is better equipped for that level of activity."
Carl brightened up considerable, "Thanks, I’ll try that."
As soon as they left I went to check on the girls. I found them floating on a large inflatable raft in the pool. The water was warm enough to provide a comfortable zone of air near the surface. They were lying in opposite directions and it was obvious they had been having a good time.
I slipped back in the house and let them continue; there was plenty of time for Sandy to receive some attention from me later. Klaus was on the computer and I laid down on the couch for a nap.
Sandy woke me to ask if I was hungry, silly question. She brought me a cup of coffee and a sandwich and sat down beside me. I patted her on the leg, "Did you enjoy your swim?"
She giggled, "We did a little more than swim."
Good for her but that also could be a reason for a punishment session, as if a reason were needed. "My my, and you didn’t ask me to join in?"
"I was a baaaad girl."
"I shall endeavor to correct that problem as soon as I finish this sandwich. Why don’t you go get cleaned up?" She knew exactly what I was saying this time and headed toward the bathroom. I checked the time, almost seven and it was starting to get dark outside.
It was forty-five minutes later she returned, "Three good flushes and I’m ready." I took her hand and led her to the basement.
First things first. A single sleeve for her arms pulling it as tight as possible; her elbows were touching. As she tried to get used to that I wrapped the base of both breasts in one inch Velcro pulling it snug. A harness was fitted across her back and through her armpits.
I had her spread her legs until her feet were about as wide as possible. I introduced a new gadget; the top of it looked like a normal dildo with a bulge in the front side of it to correspond with the G Spot and covered by a condom. There were two metal arms with straps that extended down about two feet.
I lubed the head and slowly inserted it in her pussy as far as possible then pulled it out about an inch. The arms were strapped to her thighs at her crotch and just above the knees. As she stood up and took a step we stopped quickly.
"That thing is moving inside of me."
I laughed, it sure was; that was how I designed it. The two arms were fastened together so that they could move separately. As she took a step forward the opposite arm would move back. This would expand the size at the top or the dildo by a little over an inch and give a slight movement to the bulging area.
I watched her as she walked very carefully over to the treadmill. I connected the harness to an overhead rope and pulled it snug. It wouldn’t do for her to fall. A rope was attached to the Velcro on each breast and ran to the front of the machine. The loop at the end of the single sleeve was attached to the rear also. She was ready for a little exercise now.
I started the machine on low, about two miles per hour. She was moaning by the third step. I slipped a blindfold on her, kissed her cheek and said, "I’ll be back to see how you are doing in an hour or so."
I slipped over to a chair with the remote control for the machine and watched the show. It only took four minutes for the first orgasm. She stumbled a little bit, just enough to pull on her breast. As she stepped forward to remove the strain on them her arms were pulled up behind her. She jerked back and forth several times before she was able to stabilize her movements to the machine’s speed.
Three minutes later the same thing happened again, back and forth before finding the rhythm. The next one was a doozy; before she regained the tempo another one over came her and she lost her balance. She couldn’t fall with harness I had fastened on her but she could drag her feet, which could cause some minor damage. Using the remote control I stopped the machine.
When she was able to stand I restarted the machine set at one mile per hour but that didn’t help much, within five minutes she was stumbling again. I continued to play with her for over an hour. When I finally stopped she hung in the harness completely exhausted.
I removed the blindfold and she slowly opened her eyes, "That was horrible and totally wonderful at the same time. Is that what bondage does?"
"Yes, sometimes to some people but not to everyone, just a special few."
I removed the dildo and released her from the machine, led her to a chair and gave her time to get herself together. I brought her a Coke with a straw as she was still wearing the single sleeve and we just sat there in the afterglow of the event.
Finally I decided it was time to proceed. I led her to the horse and installed a small plug that did not have the retention grove at the bottom as I lowered it for her to mount. I hooked the harness to the overhead rope and removed the slack. I didn’t intend for it to hold her weight but to prevent her from falling.
I raised the horse to make contact and she instinctively rose on to her toes. I continued to raise the horse until she could no longer compensate with her toes and it began to enter her. I stopped the horse and watched as her feet began to weaken. Slowly she settled until she was completely impaled.
The only sound she made was a sigh of relief as she realized it wouldn’t stretch her any further. I left her there for a full ten minutes as I used a feather on her breast and belly button just enough to make her wiggle and squirm to permit the plug to move slightly.
Time for the second part, I lowered the horse and changed the plug to a two inch one with a tapered top and straight sides at the bottom. I added a lot of lube and began to raise the horse. Again she rose with it as the wider part began to seek entry. I stopped the horse at the top of her ability to compensate and began to work with the feather again. This time she tried to hold still but a couple strokes to her clit and she couldn’t help but move. With all the wiggling and bouncing the plug slid home very quickly. She moaned as she was entered completely.
As she realized it was completely entered she looked at me and grinned, "That wasn’t nearly as hard as the first time."
"It get easier each time if you don’t wait too long between. Now we will do a standard two and a half plug that will retain the opening at two inches. This one will take a little longer and will stay for the night."
She moaned at that and I lowered the horse to change plugs. She glanced at the new one and gasped. "That monster will never fit in me". I gave her my evil grin and began to raise the horse. This time she didn’t try to compensate for the increasing height but let it slowly enter her until the bulge near the very bottom. She moaned and began to rise. I stopped the horse two inches after her heels left the floor. I would only be a matter of time before she would be forced to accept it.
I stood back and watched as her feet began to give up the struggle. Slowly she was stretched as she moaned and finally gave a little scream as it popped completely in to place. I lowered the horse and removed the harness. She was still moaning softly but was adjusting well.
I led her over to the chair and she sat down slowly testing the additional penetration that sitting might cause. She put her full weight on the chair and sighed, "That thing is a monster. How will I ever get it out?"
"It will come out fairly easily after a day or two."
"A day or two, you mean I’m stuck with this thing for that long?"
"Yep, enjoy." I helped her out of the chair and onto her knees, "You have had all the fun so far, now it is my turn," as I guided her lips to my cock. It was difficult for her without her hands but she did a fine job anyway, never missed a drop, Good girl.
I removed the sleeve and we went to bed and cuddled. I teased her clit with my finger until she came again and we went to sleep.
I awoke to find Sandy still sleeping, I watched for a couple minutes and decided on a course of action. As she was sleeping on her back that wasn’t very hard to do. I gently spread her legs and noticed the butt plug was still firmly in place. I slid between her legs and began to softly lick her pretty pussy. I teased the inner lips until I heard a soft moan before progressing to her clit. I captured it with my lips and gently began to slowly stroke it with my tongue. She began to slowly push her mound upward as I applied just a little more pressure with my tongue. She rose to the occasion beautifully continuing to moan softly in her sleep. As she began to waken I continually flicked her clit as fast as possible. She came hard and tried to pull away from the intolerable sensations now emanating from her clit. I held her tightly and continued the sweet torture through two more orgasms before moving up to enter her. The butt plug made her vagina very tight and a little difficult to enter but with determination it was accomplished.
I began long slow strokes to continue to fuel her fire and we climaxed together. She opened her eyes and I said, "good morning."
She grinned, "A very good morning."
We went to the shower and continued to play until the hot water ran out. Now nice and squeaky clean we headed to the kitchen. Klaus and Kathy were already there, looking bright and shiny also; no wonder the hot water ran out so soon.
I got a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. Klaus noticed the butt plug and grinned, "Increasing the capacity I see."
"Yep, little by little, she seems to like it."
"It can be a great source of excitement for Kathy as you know. Perhaps Sandy can find the same enjoyment."
The conversation turned to Project business, which continued through the ham and eggs and the second cup of coffee. Carl had indicated that solar panels over a field of tomatoes would work very well. Klaus was going to contact the solar company and get an idea of the costs involve in a project the size we were considering. We decided that anything under a twenty year pay out would be fine and anticipated a cost in the millions of dollars. Currently we were spending over half a million a year at the current rate and the demand was going to increase as more and more homes and equipment came on line.
The girls were going to straighten up the house as Klaus and I went to the Security office to check on any unusual happenings. Bill and Robert were there and Cora poked her head out of the next room to say, "Hi."
There was nothing unusual to report. The sheriff had agreed to let Jerry do a complete evaluation of Jackson in the hopes of avoiding a lot of questions about the bruises on his face all though the video from the patrol car showed exactly what had happened.
There was a message from a new member stating that he was an unemployed cabinetmaker. There was also a message from a machinist who suggested that much could be done with metal also. I had to agree. I asked Bill to give both of them a call so we could talk to them. We were going to need a lot of equipment to fill the basement under the office building not to mention all of the private basements. There was a waiting list a mile long already.
They both arrived within minutes dressed in tee shirts and shorts. I felt that was close enough to formal for me. Roy Brown, the cabinetmaker had a few pictures of his work. As I examined them I noticed that he tended to the traditional style of woodworking, many angles and multiple molding to produce a thing of beauty. Very nice workmanship but perhaps too detailed for our purposes.
We discussed this for a few minutes and he admitted that it was pretty but very time consuming. He suggested that he could build the plain stuff and as the demand was met go back and trim them out. Sounded like a plan to me.
The machinist, Jim Ruben, suggested that metal pivots and bushing would take a lot more wear and tear than wood. He also stated that he could produce gears and pulleys and other such items to make the machines operate smoothly for years. He also suggested that some hydraulics could be useful.
It seemed to me that the two of them would be able to build everything that was needed. A salary was established and they supplied a list of tools they would need.
Bill would get everything ordered and set aside adequate space in the old factory for production.
We returned to the house to get dressed, damn clothes are a pain. Then we drove down South Boundary Road to check the for sale signs. There were several, all from the same two realtors we originally dealt with.
We established the same deal as before, all property within the three sections. We were adding 1920 acres to the Project, half for housing of members with children and the rest for the solar farm and tomatoes.
Time for lunch and a little relaxation, this was going to be my last day here for a while. I was going back to the city for the holiday. The nurse had kept me informed of the wife’s condition and it was not good.
A light lunch and Klaus was on the computer contacting the solar company. Arrangements were made for an engineer to come down on Monday to do an evaluation. A project of this size had them all excited.
It was now a little past three so I decided to take a nap, as the evening might be rather long but interesting.
Carl and Jerry arrived with their wives at exactly seven. Jerry introduced his wife as Betty and Carl’s wife as Joan. All four of them were nude.
Betty was a pretty red-headed girl about thirty with a lot of freckles all over. She was clean shaven and looked embarrassed. Sandy quickly gave her a hug and welcomed her.
Joan was another story. Carl had cautioned us that she was into heavy BDSM. He was right. She was a heavyset woman about five foot eight and maybe 180 pounds. I guess pleasingly plump would fit her. Her ankles were shackled and connected with a twelve inch chain.
There was a double crotch rope pulled tightly between her shaved pussy lips that had to be crushing her clit between them. It was securely fastened to a wide belt pulled extremely tight around her waist. There was a large knot tied in the ropes at the exact location of her butt hole and was designed to irritate it with each movement. She had several large rings in her pussy lips and all of them had large weights attached. Her clit looked to be pierced but it was hard to tell with the ropes so tight.
Her arms were folded behind her with her forearms strapped together from elbow to wrist. Her hands were encased in a single glove that was at the back of her neck and secured to her wide posture collar.
Her nipples were pierced and had O gauge barbells in them with nipple stretchers that extended them at least two inches. She was gagged securely with a strap that buckled behind her head. This was the most extreme bondage I had ever encountered but somehow she seemed at ease. Her face didn’t indicate any strain at all.
When Kathy saw her she screamed which drew Sandy’s attention and she screamed also.
Carl took it as if it was a normal greeting and just smiled. Joan was unable to do anything except a slight curtsy. Betty saved the situation by telling the girls that the bondage was Joan’s design and she insisted on wearing it whenever possible.
Carl asked her if she wished to have the gag removed in order to talk to the girls. She did the little curtsy again which must have meant yes because Carl began unfastening it. It was a penis gag that was almost two inches in diameter and four inches long. I was amazed that she could tolerate it at all much less wear it for hours at a time.
Joan worked her jaw for a few moments, "Hi everybody, thank you for inviting me; that doesn’t happen very often." She had a lovely voice with a slight accent that I couldn’t place.
A closer look at her and it was obvious she had been flogged within the last few hours; there were marks from her neck to her knees, many marks.
I look at Carl with a degree of apprehension; what kind of a monster had we permitted to join our group.
The girls all went to the kitchen and I watched as Joan sat down on that big knot in the rope right at her asshole. She didn’t even flinch.
Klaus suggested we stay in the living room and give the girls room to work, which was a nice way to say, "I want to know what is going on."
Carl didn’t hesitate but jumped right in, "I know you are wondering about my treatment of Joan. Betty was correct; Joan designed her own accessories as we call them. She is one of those rare people that must have pain to be happy, the more the better. Her accessories tonight are quite mild to what she would prefer although there are a few items that are not noticeable at this point. As the evening progresses you will see what I mean. She is a lovely person that has an internal wiring problem is the best way I can describe it."
Jerry backed him up, "I have read all her files for several different psychiatrists and they all are the same. She is not disturbed in any way; she just enjoys pain. I have seen her whipped for hours and still ask for more. It is not sexual with her, she enjoys the attention but it is not a means of arousal. As the evening progresses and Carl is permitted to remove more of her restraints you will notice her become less talkative and begin to withdraw. I checked her very closely before clearing her for membership."
I was intrigued, "How did you become acquainted with her?"
"We both applied to the collage at the same time; she is a professor of economics you know. Anyway, I was attracted to her and we had a few social dates before the subject came up. I noticed she was always very stiff as if her back would not bend. I discovered she was wearing an extremely severe corset. A little indirect questioning and I discovered her affliction. I call it an affliction; she feels it is normal for her. One thing led to another and we became lovers. I learned what pleased her and we have been together ever since. I do draw the line at serious mutilation however."
Joan hobbled into the room to announce that dinner was ready. Carl took her shoulder and asked if she would like to have her arms free. "Yes please," was her soft answer. I watched as he removed her arm restraints expecting her to show some pain as they were moved but she smiled nicely and thanked him. She was able to move her arms quite normally.
Carl was correct about unnoticed accessories; there were eight large rings embedded in her back in two rows of four. Her arms had been tied to the rings to keep them tight against her body.
The meal went well and the conversation was light although the other girls continually glanced at her posture collar.
As the girls shooed us out of the kitchen we moved to the living room with out coffee. I began to quiz Carl again, "What other surprises are in store other than the rings in her back?"
"Only that she is double plugged but the rope keeps them fully imbedded. She has stretched her openings to an unbelievable size. Her rectum no longer function as intended and must be artificially controlled. She is cleaned and plugged every morning because of it. You will see what I am saying as the play progresses."
Jerry seemed a little concerned, "This will be Betty’s first play session and although she agreed to come knowing what would be happening I am concerned for her. She isn’t used to being watched."
"Why don’t we arrange to have Joan start the play," I suggested. Betty knows her and should be a little more at ease that way. Since Betty is not used to pain play perhaps the treadmill would be right for her."
Of course Jerry wanted to know what that was; after a description he agreed. Carl also agreed to start the play.
The girls were done rattling pot and pans in the kitchen so we all headed toward the basement. True to his word Carl began to remove Joan’s crotch rope; now it was obvious that her clit was pierced. The large knot in the rope at her ass hole actually was much bigger than expected; a large portion of it was imbedded in her.
Carl led her to the horse and removed the connecting chain between her ankles. He positioned her astraddle the beam and lowered it as far as it would go. He selected the largest dildo that was available, a full four inches in diameter and a foot long. I never dreamed it would ever be used when I got it; I just wanted it to threaten Sandy.
He removed a monster plug from her pussy and positioned her to accept the dildo. As he raised the beam it began to disappear into her oversized pussy. He stopped after only half of it had been accepted. Her feet were spread and tied to the floor rings and her arms were raised in front of her, wrist cuffs fastened in place and her arms folded in a manner that positioned her hands behind her head fastening them to the back of her collar. She was now fully exposed with all parts available to torment.
Carl raised the horse until her toes left the floor. She gasped and then sighed as a smile crossed her face. She had accepted the full dildo and her weight was fully on her crotch. Carl removed the nipple stretchers to revel that her elongated nipples had several smaller barbells through them as well as the monsters that were used when stretching. He made sure her pussy rings were hanging freely as he added more weights.
Joan was slowly squirming on the beam to increase the sensations as she absorbed her situation. Carl picked up a heavy flogger and landed a heavy stroke across her ass cheeks. She sighed and seemed to relax. He continued the strokes moving up her back to her shoulders then turning his attention to her legs.
We all watched as Joan absorbed it all with a look of peace on her face. Carl was beginning to sweat from the effort he was using and stopped to rest for a moment. Joan seemed to stiffen and looked around as best she could with her collar.
Carl said, "Would any of you gentlemen like to take over? She will wish this to continue for hours."
Klaus stepped up, "I have never used such force but I will try. Are there any off limits areas?"
"No, just be sure that the flogger does not catch in any of the piercings."
Klaus aimed a medium stroke to her stomach and she regained her peaceful expression.
Jerry was leading Betty to the treadmill. He had secured her hands behind her and had the harness in place. As he inserted the top of the dildo shaped rods in her pussy she turned bright red from embarrassment. When all was ready he turned the treadmill on to low and she gasped as she took her first step. She faltered just enough for the harness to pull her forward and gasped again, "Oh Jerry this is awful."
He shut the treadmill of and hugged her, "After a few steps you will enjoy it." He decided that some means of keeping her moving was needed. He put a set of clamps on her nipples and attached the chain to the machine. "Now you will have to keep up or get you nipples pulled." Before she could protest he turned the treadmill on.
She gasped at each small step. After a couple minutes I noticed her steps were getting longer and the gasps were becoming moans. Her first orgasm surprised her and she stumbled. Her nipples stretched a little and she caught up to be racked with another orgasm. Jerry stopped the machine as she recovered and then restarted it. He had figured it out.
Time for Sandy to be entertained. I led her to the overhead ropes used to position her for a full body whipping. She has fastened her wrist and ankle cuffs in place while Jerry was preparing Betty so positioning her was quickly accomplished. I fastened a set of clamps on her lips and added enough weight to cause her to moan. I swung the weights and she almost screamed. I added a blindfold, a good start.
I used a feather to tease her nipples until she was squirming, which caused the weights to move. She made a valiant effort to hold still but just could not do it. After a short break I attacked her belly button and was rewarded with a shriek of surprise and then a moan as the weights did their job. A few minutes of this and the moans began to be less audible. Time to proceed.
Since I normally start with her ass I decided to start with her breasts. The first stroke brought forth a scream of surprise followed by several loud moans as the weights continued to swing. A second stroke of the flogger was accepted with only a moan as she fought to stand still. Twenty moderate strokes to each breast and they were a nice glowing pink.
I massaged them adding some lotion and she relaxed enough to continue. A slight brush of the flogger on her pussy caused her to jump and set the weights to dancing. She struggled to stop moving but was rewarded by another light brush. Again the weights were swinging and her moans turned to gasps as her first orgasm took hold.
Before the orgasm had a chance to pass I applied several medium strokes to her ass cheeks, which kept the weights moving and led to a second orgasm. I paused to massage her ass and give her time to recover. I wanted this session to last a long time. I decided to take a break and watch the other people for a while.
Jerry was still using the treadmill and Betty was in a state of constant orgasm. Klaus was working with Joan and both seemed to be having a good time. Kathy was waiting for Klaus to finish so she could begin.
Carl was sitting and watching. Jerry, Klaus and I were at full attention but Carl was totally limp. He noticed my gaze and commented, "Yes it works but this is for Joan not for me as you will see later." He got up and relieved Klaus.
Klaus took Kathy’s hand and led her to the whipping bench and secured her with her ass in the air. Her butt plug was now in plain sight and he tapped it a couple time with his hand. She jumped but didn’t make a sound so he did it again, several times and she began to moan. The rubber strap was soon applied to her waiting ass cheeks as Klaus began a good warm up.
I returned to Sandy who was finally standing still, her orgasms had passed and she was ready to continue. I touched her clit gently and she moaned and pushed her mount towards my finger causing the weights to swing. She moaned but continued the motion as she began the climb to another orgasm. I watched as she managed an orgasm just from swinging the weights.
If this was going to last very long the weights were going to have to go. I unclipped them and that alone created another orgasm. Her low scream was starting and she needed to relax quickly. I rushed to get a couple ice cubes and pressed them on her nipples. She screamed loudly and then relaxed.
I took a break and sat down to watch the other players. Betty finally had reached her limit and hung limply in the harness. Joan was still going strong and Carl was sweating again. Kathy’s ass was a bright pink and Klaus was working her butt plug in and out causing her to orgasm continually.
Jerry carefully removed the dildo and lowered her to the floor. He removed the harness and gently carried her to the examination table. He placed a damp cloth on her forehead and held her hand until she began to stir. When she opened her eyes he hugged her and gave her a long passionate kiss before moving into position to lick her clit. She moaned as he began slowly exciting her. As her arousal became evident he stood and slowly penetrated her as she rose to meet him. With long slow strokes he brought her to an orgasm. He continued to move in and out of her, as the orgasm grew stronger. As he came he reached up to her breasts and quickly pulled the clamps free. She screamed and again passed out.
Jerry held her hand until she was able to shakily stand and walk to the bathroom.
Sandy was now breathing normally and watching Carl continue to whip Joan. Joan was as relaxed as if she were getting a massage. Each stroke was as a gentle hand on her skin even though Carl was putting some force into his swing. Her skin was a brilliant pink by now but she didn’t seem to be feeling any discomfort.
I moved back to Sandy, asked if she was ready to continue and she nodded. I got her a glass of water and she drank most of it quickly. I felt her pussy to discover it was still soaking wet and her moan indicated the high sensitivity. I clamped both of her nipples and hung a small weight on the chain before I began to smack her ass with a strap. After ten strokes to each cheek I teased her clit with as finger until she came. As she became still I brought her to the peak again but did not let her come as I played with the chain on the nipple clamps swinging the weight back and forth as she moaned.
Klaus had moved Kathy to the examination table and was licking her pussy as she had one orgasm right after another as she moaned and humped to get harder contact. Klaus thumped her butt plug with the handle of a crop before entering her without notice. She screamed as yet another orgasm flooded over her. Klaus used the crop on her nipples and the orgasm continued on and on. Klaus continued the attack until she grew silent as she entered sub space. He continued for several minutes until he also reached orgasm.
Sandy was about to explode and I was getting pretty close myself. Time to finish up. I used the flogger between her legs and her orgasm began. Another stroke and it continued with increasing intensity. By the third stroke the low scream had began; the forth stroke and she went totally limp and silent. I lowered the rope that held her arms and eased her to the floor. She was barely conscious but her eyes were open. Her legs were still held widely spread as I entered her. She moaned as I started to move. I continued at a steady pace until the low scream returned. I pulled the clamps off of her nipples as I came. She passed out.
Jerry and Betty had returned from the bathroom and were sitting watching Carl work himself to exhaustion. Klaus and Kathy were now in the bathroom. I was waiting for Sandy to come around.
Carl finally dropped the flogger he had been using and picked up an electronic gadget he had brought with him. He touched it to Joan’s Nipple and for the first time of the night she screamed. He held it there for a full minute before letting her relax. He touched the other nipple and again was rewarded with a scream. He continued to touch her nipples for about ten minutes as she produced scream after scream.
He switched to her pussy lips touching the weights and chains. Joan was now very animated squirming and twisting as she screamed. He continued for several minutes moving from lip to lip and then up to her nipples and back down. Finally he held the gadget to her clit. She went wild, screaming and thrashing long after the thing was removed.
Carl just stood back and watched her as she slowly returned to something close to normal.
He brought her a glass of water and waited as she drank it through a straw. When she had finished she smiled at him, "Thank you Carl for a lovely evening."
He replied, "You are welcome, My Dear. Shall we continue?"
"Oh, yes."
He lowered the horse, unfastened her ankles and permitted her to step off. I was still amazed at the size of that dildo but I did notice that her stomach was much flatter now.
Carl sat down in a chair and Joan knelt between his knees. Carl was now hard as a rock and had a rather impressive cock some eight inches long and at least two inches in diameter. She slowly began to lick his cock then slowly began to slide her lips down the shaft. She continued down until the entire cock had been accepted. Carl reached to her elbows and pulled them into his stomach. Remember her forearms were strapped together and her arms folded back behind her head and fastened to the collar. When he pulled down on her elbows she was no longer able to rise up off his cock. He continued to hold her in that position for a long time. Every few minutes he would grunt and hump at her mouth.
Finally he released her elbows and she slowly pull off of his cock which was shrinking.
Sandy was now fully awake and I unfastened her ankles and helped her to the bathroom. When we returned there was a discussion in progress.
Klaus was expressing his disbelief of Joan’s vaginal capacity, "How can she accept that monster?"
Carl grinned, "It wasn’t always like that. She would force larger and larger items in it in an effort to receive enough pain to be comfortable unusual as that may sound. It was natural progression over many years."
Joan decided to add her comments; "I need pain to be comfortable as Carl told you earlier. The whipping I received was delicious and I wish it could have lasted longer but I have to stop before damage is done."
Kathy asked, "You may have enjoyed the whipping but that electric gadget seemed to be too much."
"Carl made that for me, it is wonderful toy. You see, I can’t get sexual release from normal stimulation. Even the whipping just gets me in the mood. That gadget provides the sexual stimulation I need. It is extremely painful as you could tell but I can orgasm with it. I love it."
Kathy was full of questions, "How can you breath with his cock completely in you throat?"
"It is a learned skill. I can breath through my nose without difficulty. The hard part was learning how to keep from gagging."
Sandy asked Betty what she thought of the treadmill, "That thing is awesome. I never dreamed of anything like that, it was so intense I couldn’t think of anything else. Jerry is going to have to get me one so we can play at home."
The group broke up as Carl began putting Joan back in all her equipment; arms moved to the rear, nipple stretchers, hobble chain, crotch rope and gag. He did make a variation in the crotch rope so that her pierced clit was now free and added a weight to the ring. Joan smiled as he let the ring take the full weight.
Sandy and I went to bed and cuddled. It had been a long day and we both had to get up early enough to be back home for Thanksgiving.