Ladies' Luncheon Circle, Ch. 04-06

Ladies' Luncheon Circle

Chapter 4: The Submissive's Game

Two weeks after Sarah's brutal retribution, Laura's living room became the stage for a new game. Daniel knelt in the center, chastity cage glinting, his body bearing marks from prior torments: faint welts across his bare hindquarters and upper thighs. Laura presided, unyielding, while Sarah, Megan, and Claire lounged on the sofa, phones at the ready. After Sarah's triumph, Laura reclaimed control, eager to showcase Daniel's submission alongside a new player. Sarah had been hiding a secret behind her formerly demure self for some time. She had surprised them by bringing Elise, a single coworker who often helped her with software development, and her exclusive submissive, who stood by the door, nervous, alluring, and dressed to provoke.

Elise, a decade younger than the group and fresh out of college, wore a light-colored floral sundress, its hem swaying well above her knees. The dress was thin and transparent enough that some intimate details were discernible. Beneath, a black corset cinched her waist, thrusting her very large breasts for her slight frame upward, their pierced nipples - one-inch silver rings - pressing against the thin fabric unsupported by a bra. Some of the group were silently jealous of her tits; they were still perky and hadn't yet started to sag despite their size. Garters dangled from the corset and below the hem of the dress, clipping sheer stockings that hugged her legs, leaving a short gap between the dress's hem and the stockings' tops with each step. With only slight movement, it was apparent that no panties concealed her pierced labia, each adorned with a silver ring, which were locked together by a small padlock, a poorly hidden secret beneath the dress.

By way of introduction, Sarah tugged her forward by grasping a nipple ring through the sun dress. "This is Elise, my toy. A year under my control has shaped her perfectly. She's here to suffer with Danny - and maybe beat him." Laura smirked. "Let's strip her--slowly."

Laura, Megan, and Claire were caught off guard. Sarah had always been somewhat demure and only opened up to enjoying Daniel's oral ministrations after a few glasses of wine. Now she, without any announcement, was showing up at lunch with a submissive young woman, whom she called her "toy." Was Sarah gay? Was she interested in the other women in the group? She sure seemed to like Daniel's tongue. What did this mean to Sarah and Mark's relationship?

As the others in the group hesitated, wondering what to say and what to ask, they were distracted by Sarah's next move. Sarah gripped Elise's sundress, lifting it inch by inch as if to tease both Elise and the lunch group, revealing the stockings' lace tops and then the garters snapping taut against Elise's thighs. The faint rustle of her sundress filled the room, mingling with the women's hushed breaths. Sarah's movements were deliberate, her demure facade shattered by a predator's gleam. The corset emerged, its boning accentuating her curves, her breasts heaving as the fabric peeled away. Sarah tossed the dress aside, leaving Elise in the corset and stockings. Elise was hairless from the neck down, leaving no impediment covering her piercings, rings, or other attributes. "No bra, no panties," Megan noted, grinning. "Just locked up tight."

Claire zoomed in. "Look at those rings down there - her pussy's locked shut!"

Sarah knelt, unlocking the padlock with a key from her pocket. The rings holding her shut allowed her labia to part, exposing Elise's sex fully. "Open for business," Sarah said, slapping her thigh. At Sarah's direction, Megan fetched a spreader bar, locking it between Elise's ankles, forcing her legs wide - her pussy and backside now a stark display.

Sarah attached nipple clamps to Elise's rings, chains dangling. Questions about Sarah forgotten for the moment, Laura started the fun by removing Daniel's cage. She hinted at a harsher cage next time, one with inner barbs. A thrill of fear and arousal surged through him, tempered by the promise of Laura's wrath. His cock sprang free, and he quickly became erect at the sight of Elise's spread wet slit and gaping anus. The women teased him about how quickly he became aroused and pointed out the evident benefit of his denial and teasing. Laura made sure that Daniel knew this was a special release as his cock was needed to further Sarah's plans but it would come at a cost. Daniel fully understood Laura's meaning. His arousal was tempered by the certainty of hours of CBT later that night when he and Laura were alone to pay for any pleasure he might receive.

Elise had expected to be exposed to a bunch of women when Sarah brought her to the luncheon and maybe spend some time between their legs but was unhappy with the inclusion of Daniel. Elise considered herself a lesbian; she didn't hate men but was mildly repulsed by the thought of having sex with them.

Elise hesitated at Sarah's command to bring Daniel to the edge. Sarah casually reached under Elise's ass, her legs held apart by the spreader bar, and put a finger through each of her labia rings. She then sharply pulled the rings and her labia up between Elise's cheeks all the way to her anus. This caused Elise to bend at the waist immediately, putting her face into Daniel's crotch. No other words were needed as she enveloped his entire cock and continued with loud, sloppy wet sucking. Her loyalty to Sarah, not desire, drove her compliance, her distaste for men a quiet rebellion. She moved to licking his balls and rimming his asshole - stopping short of his climax. "Tits now," Sarah ordered. Elise pressed her breasts together, the clamps jingling as Daniel thrust into her cleavage, groaning but still denied release.

"She's good," Laura said, "But punishment time." Sarah bent Elise over a chair, her spreader bar holding her splayed. "Hold yourself open," Sarah snapped. Elise reached back, pulling her labia apart with the rings and her fingers, exposing her inner slit and bumhole. Megan, seemingly oblivious to her past questions and issues, grabbed a thin rod, whipping it vertically down her pussy, striking inside her spread labia and directly onto her now-winking pink asshole. Elise cried out as it bit her tender flesh and yelped louder when it landed directly on her back passage. The women paused, savoring her whimpers, their phones capturing every flinch.

Claire filmed, narrating for the video, "Spread so wide, that rod's hitting right inside her cunt and smack on her hole!"

Sarah added clamps to Elise's labia rings, attaching the chains to the tops of her stockings as makeshift garters. The tension pulled her lips open wider, an exposed, humiliating showcase. "Look at that!" Megan laughed. "Her slit's stretched like a damn curtain!"

Laura said, "Now they serve us with stakes." Sarah clipped a clothespin to Elise's clitoris. "Incentive," she said. To Daniel: "You're competing. Who's better? Whose tongue will go deeper? Winner rests - loser suffers."

Laura spread her legs. Daniel licked her salty folds and sour anus, pushing deep. Elise, clit pinched, outdid him, her tongue plunging harder. "Elise wins depth," Laura judged. Sarah's sharp cunt and pungent anus followed - Daniel tried, but Elise prevailed. Megan's sweet pussy, then Claire's floral hole. Elise won, but was it her desperation, or did she have a knowledge of how to tongue a woman that only a woman could have? "Elise takes it," Claire declared.

Laura grinned, "Reward her. Daniel, lie down." He obeyed, flat on the floor. Sarah guided Elise over him, her spread folds hovering. "Sit," she said. Elise lowered herself, her cunt and ass directly on his face. "Lick," Laura ordered. He tongued her pussy, then her ass, as she shifted, moaning atop him.

But Daniel's loss demanded punishment. Megan fetched a spiked ball parachute, securing it around his scrotum, and used another spreader bar to spread Daniel's legs to their limit. The parachute's inner spikes pricked as she tightened it. She chained it to his spreader bar, locked between his ankles, stretching his balls downward, the tension agonizing. "He'll learn," Megan said.

Sarah grabbed a crop, whipping his trapped balls as he serviced Elise. "Harder, Danny!" she barked, striking his cock next. Claire twisted his nipples while Laura raked a Wartenberg wheel over every exposed part of his shaft, the pinpricks sharp. "Please us better next time," Laura hissed, as Elise rocked above, his muffled groans vibrating against her.

Elise shuddered to climax, lifted off by Sarah. "Good pet," she said. Daniel's cage relocked, his balls throbbing in the spiked parachute as he'd been teased for hours without release. Claire smirked, "More footage - her spread and clamped, him losing and tortured."

Laura dismissed them. "Elise, you're back next time. Daniel, hump the floor - feel those spikes and improve." The women left, phones brimming with leverage, leaving Daniel in pain and Elise marked but triumphant.

Daniel dreaded what was next. He knew his torments were mild compared to the price Laura would extract with hours of CBT for getting a blowjob, even if it ended as a tease with no release.

Chapter 5: The Luncheon Contest

A week later, Sarah's elegant dining room buzzed with wicked delight during a midday luncheon. Laura, Sarah, Megan, and Claire sat around a polished round table, sipping wine and smirking. Daniel shuffled about, serving them, his naked body contorted by a humbler. A spiked chastity cage, locked on by Laura, encased his cock, its inner barbs biting if he hardened. Around his stretched balls hung an electric zapper, its remote passed gleefully among the women. A massive, vibrating butt plug, too large for comfort, thrummed inside him. It stretched his anus painfully. Otherwise, he was bare, his torment on full display.

To explain for any reader unfamiliar with a humbler: A humbler consists of two bars about 24 inches long with hardware to clamp them together. The bars are notched in the center. The submissive male bends at the waist and knees to use the humbler, and his ball sack is pulled back through his legs. The humbler is then clamped into place across the scrotum between the testicles and penis behind the male's thighs, with the scrotum in the notch. As a result, the wearer is forced to keep their legs folded forward, as any attempt to straighten them even slightly pulls hard on the scrotum, causing anything from considerable discomfort to extreme pain. In this way, the wearer is prevented from standing up straight and has to stay bent over or crawl on all fours or a humble position.

Off to the side knelt Elise, naked and silent, her posture rigid, back straight, heels beneath her, legs spread beyond 90 degrees, exposing her pierced labia from the front and asshole from the back. Weights dangled from her nipple rings while clamps bit directly into her nipples, a chain connecting them looping around her neck to hoist her large breasts upward as the weights tugged them down. She stayed still, a quiet ornament to the women's cruelty.

Despite their apprehension about Sarah's sexual orientation and the inclusion of the Lesbian submissive, Elise, a scant week earlier, nothing further was said. Yet Sarah's casual intimacy with Elise lingered in their minds, a puzzle they'd unravel later. Perhaps some women had discussed things privately with each other, but nothing was said in the open luncheon gatherings. The luncheons had evolved from HOA and school board chatter to candid sex talk and now to dominating a male and female submissive. The women had individually come to similar understandings that they were bored, and the luncheons had become the best cure for that boredom. They also subtly realized that the luncheon amusements were like a drug; they craved ever greater stimulation and depravity and were worried about what this portended for their futures and marriages. The slight competition between them to outdo each other was troublesome but also irresistible.

Perpetually bent over, Daniel poured drinks, his humbler yanking his balls with every step. "More wine across the table," Laura ordered, forcing him to stretch. He winced, the plug buzzing, his balls straining. Sarah zapped him, a jolt searing his scrotum. "Look at that face!" she cackled. "Those nuts are purple - stretched like taffy!"

Megan grinned, pointing. "Bend more, Danny, get that bread from the top shelf." He reached up, the humbler pulling harder, spikes pricking his swelling cock. "His rectum is gaping around that plug!" she jeered. "Poor little balls look ready to pop!"

Claire sipped her wine. "Every move's agony. That cage is shredding him, look at those tears!"

Lunch progressed, the women delighting in his suffering. After, as they lingered over coffee, Sarah smirked. "Elise, fetch the front doormat." Elise blinked, confused, but obeyed, darting outside nude. Her heart raced, the exposure both humiliating and electrifying. A neighbor's car slowed briefly, unnoticed by the women, heightening the reckless thrill. She returned flushed, mat in hand, and Sarah directed, "Upside down, on the floor." The rubber spikes, meant to grip floors, jutted upward.

"Smash your tits into it," Sarah ordered. "Ass up, knees spread, facing away." Elise complied, pressing her clamped nipples into the spikes, arching her back, legs splaying wide. Her sex and ass gaped open; someone had scrawled words on her cheeks in marker - "SLUT" and "WHORE" - with arrows labeling "CUNT" and "ASSHOLE." "Hold your cheeks open," Sarah added. Elise reached back, spreading herself fully, her weight sinking her nipples deeper into the spikes. Her asshole gaped slightly - Sarah's training with large plugs evident.

"Trained her hole for bigger cocks," Sarah bragged. "Stretched it to degrade her, makes her feel like the slut she is."

Megan laughed. "Her hole's practically winking at us! Her cunt's dripping - she's begging for it."

Claire zoomed in. "Rear and pussy wide open - total whore display!"

Laura nodded. "Daniel, kneel behind her. Tongue her asshole - deep. No touching her pussy." He obeyed, burying his face in her spread ass, his tongue plunging into her stretched hole. Her juices dripped down her thighs, her clit swollen, but he avoided it. "Hold her chain," Sarah said. He gripped the neck chain, yanking her nipples harder against the spikes. Elise whimpered; Daniel moaned into her bottom as his cock throbbed, the spikes gouging him.

Sarah giggled. "Listen to him groan - those spikes are tearing his dick apart!"

Megan smirked. "His testicles are screaming in that humbler; purple and zapped. And her nipples? Shredded!"

Claire filmed. "Thirty minutes of this - his pain, her torment. Perfect coffee entertainment."

After half an hour, they relented. "Kneel," Laura ordered. Daniel and Elise resumed positions; he bowed, and she spread. Laura sipped her coffee, now bored again. After a moment, she suggested a contest, "Now, the real fun: a contest. Daniel, blindfolded. Us on the table - knees at the edge, faces down, asses up, legs spread. He eats us, ten minutes each, nose in our assholes, guessing who's who. Hands cuffed - no tit-fondling to cheat."

The women exchanged smirks, each plotting to outshine the others. Sarah upped the stakes, adding, "Elise sits out - her piercings give her away. Rules: if any of us cum in under two minutes, we're the other's submissive for all next weekend and have to suck Daniel off nude in the backyard. He wins if he IDs us all, gets a weekend with Elise as his slave, fucking her in any hole he desires as long as it is outside, witnessed by us, and recorded for posterity. If he loses, he gets a permanent Prince Albert piercing through the head of his cock that will ensure that he can't remove his chastity cage without Laura's permission."

Megan grinned. "He'll be zapped for motivation - each of us holds the remote while he's eating us. No talking to give anything away, just shocks."

Claire remembered Laura had proposed they all go for a mid-week waxing. Maybe Laura had planned for this lunch earlier in the week. She thought, "The problem would have been our bushes. Laura was a jungle, a four-inch tangle she loved shoving Daniel into, especially post-workout or piss-soaked. The rest of us were trim. So, we all waxed - full Brazilian, ass cracks, anal bleach. Together at the salon, watching each other spread wide."

(Flashback: The women laughed as Laura's thick bush was ripped away, her labia dubbed "roast beef." Sarah's triangle became "taco," Megan's strip "landing pad," Claire's bare "clam." They mocked each other's cracks and holes, plotting punishments for quick climaxers--pegging, whipping, public humiliation - all in jest, but sharp-edged, and perhaps foretelling of the contest.)

The women in Sarah's dining room gleamed, ready for the contest; their waxed bodies were indistinguishable, a challenge for Daniel's tongue. At the table, they stripped, climbed up, and assumed position, asses high, pussies bare. Daniel, blindfolded and cuffed, knelt behind the first, the zapper remote in her hand. The contest began.

Chapter 6: The Contest Unfolds

Sarah's dining room thrummed with suppressed excitement as the luncheon contest began. The round table bore four naked women: Laura, Sarah, Megan, and Claire, kneeling at its edge, faces down in the center, backs arched, legs spread wide. Their freshly waxed pussies and bleached assholes gleamed under the chandelier, a uniform canvas to test Daniel's senses. He knelt behind the first, blindfolded, hands cuffed behind his back, still trapped in the humbler, spiked chastity cage, electric ball zapper, and vibrating plug. Elise watched from her kneeling position, nipples aching under weights and clamps, a silent witness.

The first woman gripped the zapper remote, her identity hidden. Daniel leaned in, nose pressing into her asshole, inhaling deeply - clean, bleached, no distinct musk. His tongue probed her folds, tasting a faint sweetness, working diligently. She zapped him lightly, a jolt to his balls, urging speed. He licked harder, nose buried, seeking her climax. At four minutes, she shuddered, a muffled moan escaping - safe from the two-minute mark. "Guess," someone whispered through gritted teeth, voice disguised. Daniel hesitated. "Megan?" The women giggled but didn't confirm.

Daniel's knees ached on the hardwood, the humbler's pull a constant reminder of his place. He shuffled to the second; the remote passed along. Her asshole smelled faintly floral - perhaps soap residue. Her pussy was tangier, her lips tighter. He tongued deep, the spikes in his cage biting as he swelled. A sharp zap seared his testicles, and he yelped into her crack, redoubling his efforts. At three minutes, she clenched, gasping - a safe finish. "Sarah?" he ventured. More laughter, no answer.

The third gripped the remote. Her asshole was wider, a subtle stretch he recalled from his own pegging. Her pussy was musky despite the recent waxing, with a hint of sweat. He worked frantically, the plug buzzing, his scrotum throbbing in the humbler. She zapped him hard twice, his muffled cry vibrating against her. At one minute, fifty seconds, she bucked a stifled scream - under two minutes. "Laura!" he guessed, triumphant. The women groaned; one muttered, "Shit."

The fourth took the remote. Her asshole was tight, her pussy sharp and salty. Daniel, spurred by Laura's slip, licked with desperation, nose grinding into her crack. She zapped him repeatedly, his balls frying, but he pushed through. At five minutes, she quivered, safe. "Claire?" he guessed, exhausted.

The blindfold came off. The women climbed down, smirking. Laura spoke. "Results: Daniel guessed Megan first; wrong, that was Sarah. Sarah, second, wrong, that was Claire. Me third; correct. Claire fourth; wrong, that was Megan. One out of four. You lose." The women exchanged glances, Sarah's grin sharp with victory, Laura's scowl barely masking her unease.

Megan grinned at Sarah and Claire. "But let's not forget, Laura, you came in under two minutes in 1 minute, 50 seconds. You're ours all next weekend," and, turning to Daniel, "sucking you off outside in the backyard next weekend."

Laura scowled. "Damn it. I blame that bush nostalgia; he knew my taste."

Sarah laughed. "He's still getting pierced. Cock's ours forever now."

Claire fetched materials from her EMT bag, a sterile needle gleaming. "Kneel," she ordered. Daniel, trembling, obeyed, the humbler pinning him low. Laura unlocked the spiked cage, his cock springing free, still raw. "Hold still while I mark you for a Prince Albert piercing," Claire said, clamping his cock glans and seeming unexpectedly confident in her abilities in this area as if she'd done it before. Claire's hands moved with clinical precision, her silence chilling. A swift jab, a scream, and a thick ring pierced through his urethra and out the bottom of his glans, blood trickling. Daniel's mind reeled, the ring a permanent mark of his surrender.

The women wondered why she had a piercing ring in her kit. There was something strange going on. Perhaps she'd acquired it for emergencies or for her own secret games, or would these things be in an EMT bag for something else? She threaded the lock through the ring and cage end, clicking it shut. "Permanent cage compatibility," she said, relocking the spikes, "now you'll never be able to escape your cage with the Prince Albert unless Laura allows it."

Daniel thought he'd never been able to escape his current cage. Laura used a testicle ring that was small enough that he was unable to pull his balls through, but he remembered their first cage that allowed him to escape if he tried hard. Now, all such thoughts were a thing of the past.

"Also, imagine all the extra fun we can have with your little piss hole -- imagine the feel of a 5mm sounding rod sliding past the Prince Albert ring as we use a vibrator on it or maybe attach an electrode between the rod, ring, ball strap, and butt plug -- so much more fun," Claire hinted. The other women were still trying to figure out Claire's apparent sophistication in this area.

Elise stayed silent; her torment forgotten. Laura, despite her loss, smirked. Her confidence wavered slightly, a crack the others noted. "I lost, and I'll be a sub for next weekend, but you know later I'll make you regret that blowjob, Daniel."

Sarah zapped him one last time for fun and then turned to Elise, "You're going to have a fun weekend bitch."

Megan had filmed the piercing. "More leverage. He's ours, pierced and broken."

The women resumed their coffee, chatting about Laura's upcoming punishment: pegging, whipping, whatever they'd concoct. Laura thought, "They'll chicken out on anything significant, and I'll probably just have to show my tits or something." Daniel knelt, ringed and caged, the plug still buzzing, his testicles zapped raw. Elise remained spread, a quiet prop. The luncheon ended, but their control tightened, Daniel's fate sealed, Laura's submission pending.