Ladies' Luncheon Circle, Ch. 07-09

Ladies' Luncheon Circle

Chapter 7: Laura's Fall

Two days after the contest stripped Laura of her dominance, the women gathered at Claire's to enforce her submission. Claire's backyard became the stage for her punishment. Laura, demonstrably dominant, fiercely straight, and never touched by a woman, stood naked in Claire's backyard, trembling as Megan, Sarah, and Claire circled her phones out. Claire's backyard, bordered by low fences, offered little privacy from prying eyes.

Daniel, free for the weekend after his piercing healed, watched from a lawn chair, his spiked cage off, plotting revenge. It wasn't exactly revenge, though Daniel delighted in exploiting his temporary freedom. He was Laura's submissive by choice, a role he relished. But with his cock free for the entire weekend for the first time in years, he planned to make the most of it. Denied for years, he wondered just how many cunts and asses he could thrust into in just two days. Usually submissive, Elise stood elevated beside the women, smirking, her role reversal a bitter pill for Laura as she thought maybe she had seriously misjudged her friends -- they didn't seem meek about their intentions.

The other women seemed eager to begin their physical, sexual gratification at Laura's expense and amuse themselves with her punishments. But there was something more. An undercurrent, not so much of revenge but of resetting the hierarchy among the women, permeated the conversation. This was reflected in Sarah's opening actions. "Let strip her high-and-mighty ego too," Sarah said, shoving the nude Laura forward. Her voice cut like a blade, her grin predatory, "Lick me." Laura balked, but Megan laid a nice welt on her ass with a riding crop encouraging prompt compliance. "Now!" Reluctantly, Laura knelt, tonguing Sarah's waiting pussy, gagging at the unfamiliar taste. Sarah grinned, flipping around. "Ass too." Laura resisted until the other women pushed her face into Sarah's ass, Laura's tongue probed her pungent anus, her face burning with shame as Claire filmed. "Look at her, straight as an arrow, eating my hole!" Sarah teased.

Mimicking their usual treatment of Daniel, Megan stepped up, spreading wide. "My turn." Laura serviced her sweet pussy, then her acrid ass, tears welling as Megan ground against her. "She hates it - makes it hotter," Megan laughed. Claire followed, silent but firm, forcing Laura's tongue deep into her floral cunt and mild anus. "First time's a charm," Claire taunted, zooming in.

They dragged Laura to the yard's center, tying her wrists to a low branch, leaving her nude and exposed. "Masturbate," Sarah ordered, untying her right hand and tossing her a thick dildo. Laura hesitated, but a zap from a cattle prod, Daniel's suggestion, made her comply. She vowed to get back at him. She thrust it into her pussy, moaning despite herself, the women jeering. "Bigger one," Megan said, handing her a lubed monstrous plug meant for a different orifice. Laura inserted it anally, wincing, then a third toy down her throat, gagging as they filmed. "Public show next," Daniel called. "Parade her down the street!" He and the other women knew the neighbors across the street were out for the weekend, but Laura didn't and was in an absolute panic at being publicly exposed in her condition.

They untied her from the tree, leashing her with nipple clamps, blindfolded her, and marched her to the sidewalk, toys still in place, her nudity stark under the sun. The leash's metal clinked, the sun's heat searing Laura's welted skin. Laura was terrified of public exposure; she imagined neighbors could see her with obscene toys in all her orifices. "Wave," Claire barked. Laura obeyed, mortified, waving at imagined onlookers. "She's dripping," Sarah noted. "Slut loves it secretly." As a car turned into the lane a block down, Laura, hearing the car, tried to run back. Still, Megan and Claire, carefully timing the pace to miss exposure, walked her slowly, each holding onto one of the leashes attached to her nipples, forcing her in step with them, saying, "Wiggle that ass, let him enjoy your charms." Entering Claire's open garage, the car passed fifty feet away. Laura hoped the shadows hid her, but she'd never know who saw her welted ass and plugged holes or if they'd glimpsed her face and tits.

Back in the yard, Elise took charge. "Serve me too," she said, a submissive commanding one of her former mistresses. Laura knelt, licking Elise's pussy and rimming her stretched asshole, the ultimate degradation. Elise clamped Laura's nipples with her own weighted clamps, tugging the chain. "Perfect for rings," Elise mused. "Lose another contest, and I'll pierce you myself."

The women paused, savoring Laura's degradation, their laughter sharp in the crisp air. Exhausted, they tied Laura's nipple leashes to the deck railing and went inside Claire's house for some refreshments. Daniel, seeing his chance with the still blindfolded Laura stealthily walked up behind her and pulled the lubed plug out of her ass. He quickly replaced the plug with his cock and fucked her lubed ass as deep and hard as he could manage, holding on to her hips for leverage. As he heard the women returning, he withdrew without cumming and returned to his chair. Daniel was pleased with himself; he hadn't made a sound and was sure he hadn't given himself away when he realized that he was the only man present, so Laura certainly knew whose cock had just taken her asshole. Dread tempered Daniel's thrill, knowing Laura's vengeance would be merciless.

As the late afternoon drifted towards evening, the still blindfolded Laura was left standing but forced into a slight bend by the leashes tugging at her nipples. While Daniel and the women enjoyed refreshments, they discussed Laura's body in the most graphic and degrading terms, occasionally running their unseen hands over her tits and ass cheeks, plunging a finger or two into her slit, or pulling on the weighted clamps left by Elise. Sarah had even quietly attached a clothespin to Laura's clit, making her gasp and moan for a bit.

Sarah, Megan, and Claire spent several minutes discussing the state of Laura's labia and clit. They noted that her inner lips protruded and opened like a flower, inviting penetration. Laura winced at the discussion, but they followed with questions about the size of her button. "Did Laura have a little dick there, was the clothespin stretching it out, or was her clit erect from her showing herself off." Elise, young and still having firm high tits despite their size, asked the other women about Laura's "utters" and insisted on calling them that. She wanted to know if her utters naturally hung that low, or was it the weights and leashes tied to the railing. Daniel sat quietly, sporting a rare erection while staring at his wife.

As the sun was setting Saturday night, they escalated, tying Laura spread-eagled between two trees in the middle of Claire's backyard, legs splayed 180 degrees, toys replaced with larger ones. Neighbors' windows loomed close, a risk of discovery. "Whip her," Daniel suggested, really taking advantage of his temporary situation, handing Sarah a riding crop. She lashed Laura's sex, each smack drawing a stifled cry. Megan flogged her tits, welts rising, while Claire caned her ass. "Louder, and they'll see," Claire warned, referring to neighbors coming to their windows.

Sunday dawned with plans for Laura's blowjob performance on Daniel, her, to this point, loyal subbie. "Make it vile," Megan said over breakfast. "Balls, rim job, full service." Sarah nodded. "Interrupt her, drag it out, maximum shame." Daniel grinned, anticipating his reward but knowing Monday's revenge loomed. Daniel's dichotomous views bounced around in his head. Was he excited about getting a blowjob he hadn't had in years or Laura's special personal Monday revenge treatment? He could guess at and imagine.

By evening, they strung Laura up again, one foot on tiptoes, the other roped over a branch, legs split wide vertically this time. Sarah cropped her gash relentlessly, Laura's cries escaping as the leather bit her clit. Megan flogged her tits, Elise stood on a chair and yanked the nipple chain, forcing Laura's mouth into her pussy. Her ass and thighs bore whip marks, her body a canvas of torment. Laura's whelps were getting louder. The women had grown reckless, their games spilling closer to discovery.

A shout broke the scene. Bill, Megan's husband, came home early from a club meeting, peering over the fence. "What the fuck?" he roared, storming into Claire's backyard. Laura hung exposed, dripping, Elise contorted to force her pussy in Laura's mouth, Daniel kneeling nude, the women half-dressed, pussies glistening. Bill checked for coercion and then fumed, but his mind was conflicted with the new opportunity as he'd always had a thing for Laura, and this looked like an opportunity. "You left us husbands out?"

"It's a girls' club," Sarah explained. "Daniel's the slave - never gets any." Megan assured him, explaining, "Bill, I've never cheated on you; this is between us women. Daniel's cock has never been in any of us, just his wife and that was years ago." "Bill glared at Laura's engorged cunt, momentarily forgetting to ask about how Daniel's tongue use wasn't also cheating or indeed having sex with other women, and threatened to tell the other's husbands. After fifteen minutes of discussion, all the while being presented with Laura's slit glistening in front of him, lust won. "Give me her," he demanded, pointing at Laura, and "I'll keep this to myself." Laura noticed he wasn't really pointing at her but directly at her open pussy and protested, "I'm married! I don't cheat either." Bill started to pull out his cell phone to call the other husbands. Sarah quickly intervened, offering Elise instead, "Anything, no limits." Bill eyed Elise, still gripping Laura's chain. "You okay with that?" he asked, still concerned that someone might be being coerced and he didn't want to end up in jail. Sarah smirked. "She's a slave; she has no say."

"Slut, crawl here and suck me," Bill ordered. Elise immediately obeyed, Bill dropping his pants. She was entirely compliant as he took her repeatedly - pussy, ass, mouth - whipping her with crops, stuffing her with toys, the women narrating and filming, holding her in degrading poses. Laura, still strung up, endured random pinches and probes, forgotten until Bill collapsed, spent, at 11:00 PM, thinking he could really get used to this. Bill's silence held, but the women knew their secret teetered on the edge of exposure.

They untied Laura, who knelt stiffly. "I need to pee," she rasped. "Squat," Megan said, the backyard spotlights focused in that area illuminating Laura as if she were on stage. Laura pissed in the grass, phones recording her streaked, clamped body, tits, slit, and ass raw. "One hour left," Megan noted. Daniel approached, uncaged, erect in seconds. "Your blowjob," Claire said, "or whatever he wants."

Daniel, having been denied any pussy from his wife for years and only allowed to jack off for the show once a month, took all his pent-up frustrations and shoved his cock down Laura's throat, fucking her mouth savagely, mauling her clamped nipples and welted tits. Gurgling and drooling, she took it. He spun her, face in the dirt, and rammed her nearly virgin asshole, did she know about yesterday, while spanking her whip-striped cheeks. "Push back, cunt!" he barked, cumming hard. Wiping his cock on her face, he hardened again. Back in her mouth, ass-to-mouth, he pounded into her cervix next, doggy style, yanking the tit clamps while he did so, her cries muffled by grass as her face was pushed into the grass, wet because it was the very spot of ground she had just pissed in.

At 11:55 PM, Daniel came again, spent. Laura, debased beyond measure, weighed her options. Shower and sleep? Or reclaim control? She chose the latter. At midnight, she locked the spiked cage back on Daniel, attached his ball zapper to his scrotum, pressed the "10" button several times, inserted his largest inflatable plug, pumped it until he could barely walk, and ordered, "Suck your cum from my ass." He obeyed, gagging. Leashing his zapped balls, she marched him home nude through the midnight streets, secretly hoping someone would see. Daniel, deep in subspace, perhaps shared that fantasy.

"Tomorrow," she whispered, "you'll pay double."

Chapter 8: Laura's Vengeance

Monday, the day after her ordeal ended, Laura reclaimed her throne, determined to crush Daniel's brief rebellion. The day broke gray and cold at Laura's suburban home, the air pulsed with Laura's wrath. Laura stood in her backyard, freshly showered but still tender from her weekend of shame at Claire's - her skin faintly striped from whips, nipples tender from clamps, her pride bruised but blazing. She wore a crisp black blazer and skirt, her bun tight, exuding dominance regained. Daniel knelt before her, naked, the spiked chastity cage locked tight around his pierced cock, its inner barbs glinting through the Prince Albert ring Claire had stabbed through his cock helmet a week prior. The massive inflatable butt plug, inserted after last night's midnight march home, still stretched his anus painfully, its hum a dying torment as the batteries failed. His balls, leashed and zapped raw from the nude midnight march home, dangled vulnerably, purpled, and veined from the electric zapper's lingering effects.

Sarah, Megan, and Claire arrived, invited to witness and join Laura's revenge, their phones ready to capture Daniel's re-descent into submission. They'd relished breaking Laura, but now stood as her enforcers, intrigued by her ferocity and fearful of remaining on her bad side. Mark and James, Sarah and Claire's husbands, respectively, remained oblivious to the expanding activities of the luncheons, texting each other from their offices about their Sunday golf outing.

"You thought you'd break me," Laura hissed, circling Daniel, her heels clicking on the patio stones. "That weekend was your mistake. Now you pay - severely." She kicked his thighs apart, locking a spreader bar between his ankles, his ass and balls thrust into stark exposure. "Ladies, let's destroy him."

Sarah grinned, grabbing a bullwhip from a bag she'd brought. "Start big." She lashed his back, a red stripe blooming across his pale skin. Daniel grunted, the spikes in his cage biting as his body tensed, his piercing tugging painfully. Megan took a thin cane, targeting his balls, each strike a piercing sting that made the six-ounce weight - still clipped - dance and clink. "Look at these nuts, purple already!" she laughed, landing ten rapid blows. Claire wielded a riding crop, smacking his ass around the plug, welts rising fast atop the faded marks from previous ass punishments. "He's trembling-pathetic," she sneered.

Laura fetched a steel humbler, clamping it behind his thighs, yanking his scrotum back harder than ever, the zapper still attached from last night. "Crawl," she ordered. He shuffled, the humbler and spreader bar forcing an agonizing bow, the plug buzzing mercilessly. The patio stones scraped his knees, the humbler's wood creaking with each move. She cranked the zapper to Max, handing the remote to Sarah. "Fry him." Sarah zapped, a jolt searing his balls, his scream muffled by a gag Claire shoved in, her used panties from the car ride over, sour with her day's sweat.

"Public shame now to make up for what he had you all do to me," Laura said, leashing his neck. They dragged him to the front yard, echoing her exposure from last night but twisting it to her advantage. Unlike yesterday, she didn't know the neighbors were out. She tied his leash to the mailbox, legs spread, ass up, the midday sun casting his torment in sharp relief. "Whip his cock," she told Megan. Megan unlocked the spiked cage, the piercing ring glinting, and lashed his shaft with a flogger, fresh pain erupting as the barbs fell away. "It's swelling, useless little prick!" she taunted, filming. The women exchanged glances, their thrill tempered by the risk of discovery.

Daniel, unlike Laura's terror yesterday, felt a twisted thrill at the risk; neighbors' windows loomed, curtains still, but the chance of eyes fueled his subspace. Laura, sensing his arousal, yanked the leash hard. "No enjoyment," she snapped, dragging him back to the backyard by his piercing, his duck-walk strained by the humbler and bar. Claire followed, cropping his stretched asshole directly, the red rim pulsing around the plug, his muffled cries barely audible through her panties.

In the backyard, Sarah suggested, "Stretch him more." Laura deflated the plug, yanked it out, and replaced it with a massive, ribbed dildo, twelve inches, dry and unforgiving. She rammed it in, twisting it as Daniel's muffled cries grew desperate, his anus gaping red and exposed. Claire added two-ounce weights to his piercing ring, tugging his cock downward, the chain clinking with the ball weights. "Dance," she barked, zapping him. He writhed, the weights swinging, the humbler pinching, his balls a mottled purple mess.

"Service us," Laura commanded, ungagging him. She sat on a lawn chair, legs wide, forcing his face into her pussy, showered but purposely still internally unwashed from last night's ordeal leaving Daniel a stale creampie, a musky tang hitting him hard. "Clean it," she snapped. He tongued her, broad strokes gagging on her taste, nose mashed into her clit, then rimmed her sour anus, her sweat and faint piss lingering as Sarah filmed, "Back where he belongs!" Sarah followed, grinding her sharp pussy and pungent ass on his face. "Deeper, slave!" she barked, zapping his balls. Megan's sweet pussy lips and acrid anus came next, her nose-squashing thrusts relentless, "Eat it, worm!" Claire's floral pussy and mild anus finished; her silent intensity was captured on her phone.

"Elise deserves a piece," Laura said, though Elise wasn't present, her absence a taunt unfulfilled. "Imagine her here; piss on him instead." The women took turns squatting over him and releasing their morning hot stream, soaking his welted body, making sure to cover his crotch, his chest, and most especially to direct the hot stream all over his face. "Drink," Sarah ordered, tilting his head back, forcing open his mouth. He choked it down with piss also going up his nose and burning his eyes, their phones catching every gulp, his face streaked with piss and shame.

Laura escalated. "Toys for his holes." She inserted a spiked anal bead chain, yanking it out fast, his screams echoing across the yard. Claire forced a 13mm to 20mm graduated urethral stretching plug into his cock, wishing she had a vibrator or electric shock box with her. Daniel's piercing ring pushed aside as the increasing diameter nobs of the plug stretched his piss slit, his urethra burning as she twisted. Megan strapped on a twelve-inch dildo, pegging him brutally, sweat and lube mixing as she thrust. "Take it, bitch!" she roared, the women cheering.

Daniel's spirit broke, but Laura leaned in, whispering so no one else could hear, "This is just the start. Tonight, you'll beg for worse, and you know what's coming soon." His cock twitched despite the pain and started to grow to full erection despite all that had happened, a flicker of subspace rekindling as he imagined what would happen once they were alone. The women wondered what she had said to coax an erection out of him at this stage. "Beg," she said aloud. "Please, Mistress, mercy," he gasped, voice cracking. She smirked. "No," and pressed her iced drink against his balls, shrinking him, then locked the spiked cage back on tighter, the piercing ensuring permanence. The ribbed dildo returned, slammed in dry, his anus a ruin.

"Kneel," she ordered, and he collapsed, the humbler and zapper still tormenting. The women stepped back, satisfied. "He's yours again," Sarah said, zapping him one last time. "Broken for good," Megan added, filming his crumpled form. Claire nodded. "Next time, we'll top this."

Laura loomed over him. "You wanted revenge? "This is mine forever," she said as she pressed the toe of her pointed shoe into his genitals. Sleep in the shed tonight, plugged and caged, after we finish up tonight. Tomorrow, we start over." She turned to the women, "Thanks for the help. He'll never forget."

Daniel, soaked in piss, blood, and shame, knew his submission was absolute. The women left, plotting future torments, their laughter fading as night fell, leaving him a wreck under Laura's unyielding reign.

Chapter 9: The Luncheon Revelation

The following Thursday, spring's warmth bathed Laura's dining room as she hosted another weekly luncheon. The round table, adorned with a crisp white cloth and a centerpiece of tulips, bore the usual spread: wine and a charcuterie, as the sharp-edged chatter of Laura, Sarah, and Megan pinged around the room. Daniel shuffled about, naked as always, serving them in his spiked chastity cage, the piercing ring glinting painfully, a six-ounce weight tugging his purpled balls. An inflatable butt plug hummed inside him, his anus still sore from Laura's vengeance. His welts had faded to faint pink lines, but his posture, bowed by the humbler, spoke of unbroken submission. Elise was absent today. Sarah had kept her at work, sitting on a dildo chair fixing some software she'd screwed up. Her role as Sarah's toy was a missing spice to today's meal.

The women sipped their chardonnay, smirking at Daniel's clinking weights, when the doorbell chimed. "Claire's late," Megan noted, glancing at her watch. "Typical, probably yoga ran over." Laura shrugged, sending Daniel to answer it, his nude form disappearing into the foyer.

A gasp from the doorway jolted them. Daniel stumbled back, eyes wide, as James, Claire's husband, strode in, a leather leash in hand and with a key on a neck chain. Crawling behind him at the end of the leash was Claire, stark naked save for a vicious metal chastity belt that gleamed with menace, its jagged edges digging into her hips and groin, clearly designed more for torment than protection. A spiked metal bra cinched her chest, its cruel points piercing the undersides of her breasts, lifting them grotesquely while leaving her clamped, ringed nipples exposed, red, and swollen from recent abuse. The women had never seen her tits--now they knew why. A gag stretched her mouth wide, a steel ring holding it open. Drool and fresh cum streaked her face and chin, pooling around her lips. A key dangled on a chain around her neck, glinting ominously.

The women froze, wine glasses midair, jaws slack. "What the fuck?" Sarah blurted, her phone slipping to the table. Laura stood, arms crossed, ready to take action to rescue her, while Megan leaned forward, eyes glinting with dark fascination.

James smirked in his golf polo and khakis, yanking Claire's leash to halt her beside Daniel. "Sorry we're late," he said, voice calm but edged. "Claire's been hiding something from you all. She's not the dominant you thought, never was. She's a total sub, and craves humiliation, exposure, and degradation. I've been her master since we married, but she was too embarrassed to admit it here." "I've known about your little luncheons since the beginning." We relive them when Claire gets home and discipline her by whipping her tits, cunt, and ass as she relates every stroke of Daniel's tongue.

He tugged the leash, forcing Claire to her knees, her gag muffling a groan as the belt's spikes bit deeper. "At home, it's private, whips, clamps, the works. But at our mountain cabin weeks, she's nude all week, ass and tits flaming red from constant whipping. Last summer, at a nude beach resort, I made her go nude except for this chastity belt in public for all seven days of our vacation, fully exposing her submissiveness and stroking her exposure humiliation for later evening torment and fun. I teased her mercilessly, and got blowjobs whenever I wanted. I've threatened to bring this gag next time and let other men take her mouth. She'd hate it but beg for it anyway."

Last month after she told me about Elise's Labia piercings and right after your licking contest where Daniel tried to guess whose twat he was licking, I took advantage of her recent total waxing and got the bitch pierced. Under her chastity belt, you will find that she now has four outer labia piercings on each cunt flap. I can lace the bitch up like a shoe and lock her away from her own clit. It's also fun to watch her try to piss when she's laced up; turns the whore into a real mess. For our upcoming anniversary, I'm getting her clit pierced also -- I want to lead her around by a leash on her clit.

The women stared, dumbfounded, as Claire suddenly rose, ripping the gag from her mouth with a wet pop, cum dripping onto her chest. In a blur, she tore James's shirt off, buttons scattering, and yanked his shorts down, no underwear beneath. He stood nude, his own punishing chastity device revealed: a spiked cock tube encasing his shaft, barbs pressing inward, and a vicious spiked ball ring clamping his scrotum, paired with a heavy, two-inch-thick locking ring stretching his balls downward, the skin of his scrotum taut and darky colored. A massive butt plug stretched his asshole, its open center exposing a bright pink, recently enema-cleaned, raw, gaping, distended interior. His ass itself was bruised blue and purple with horizontal and diagonal welted stripes.

The room fell silent, the faint clink of Daniel's weights the only sound as Claire's defiance unfolded. "Holy shit," Megan breathed phone now filming. Laura's eyes narrowed, calculating, while Sarah gaped, "You're both...?"

Claire turned James around, displaying his ravaged ass to better advantage to all. "He's no master either," she said, voice hoarse but firm. "At the cabin, his ass looks like this, whipped to a pulp. At the beach and our mountain cabin, he drinks my entire week's piss, and begs to lie outside, swallowing every drop. I give him massive enemas daily, four liters, held for hours. He's never been permitted to expel inside, always out in the dirt or sand, screaming as I peg him after. I've got hours of video: his expulsions, his begging, his ass taking it." Her words painted a vivid picture of their ongoing dynamic.

She pushed James to his knees. "Position 8, asshole-licking slave," she snapped. He dove forward, face burying into her ass through the belt's gaps, tongue plunging deep into her anus, earthy and raw, as he pulled her hips to force maximum penetration. Then, bizarrely, he reached up, seizing her clamped nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching hard enough to draw a wince, her spiked bra rattling. The women watched, bewildered; Claire in a torturous belt and bra, James inflicting pain on her while degrading himself, both locked in genital agony.

Claire paused, wincing, then explained between breaths, "Ten years ago, after we married, we found out we're both submissives, extreme ones. No limits except scat, permanent damage, or career-ending exposure. James says he's straight, that's his line, but I'm open to anything. Switching or co-dominating didn't work; we'd stall out, bored. We need masters." Claire's heart raced; her secret laid bare, yet a weight lifted with her confession.

She grabbed James's hair, yanking him roughly onto his back, and straddled his upturned face. Through the belt's slats, she pissed; a sharp, acrid stream flooded his mouth. He gulped, choking, as the women recoiled, Daniel frozen beside them. You should see the mess I make of James's face when he does lace up my cunt -- he still drinks my stream, but half of it spills on the floor with the lacings. No problem though, after he swallows my nectar, he spends 10 minutes cleaning the floor, naturally with his tongue and holding his hands behind his back -- sometimes I handcuff them there so he falls on his face and can't clean himself.

"Hey, piss drinker, you bragged about my piercings now tell them about yours," Claire ordered James. James started with, "Well, I'm ... not sure," so Claire picked up, explaining that when she gets her clit done, James is getting both his nipples pierced, and we're going to work our way up to 10-gauge 1.5-inch rings, so he won't be able to hide them even under a tee shirt and shirt. He's going to be the best-dressed guy at work. He'll never take off his suit jacket. But maybe since he's going to wear a suit all the time anyway, visibility won't be a problem, as I'm thinking he should protect those huge, stretched nipples with a lovely, colorful padded bra to match his nice frilly panties I make him wear to work.

"Oh, but we're not done, piss drinker; you laughed when you told them about me making a mess pissing, but that's nothing compared to your upcoming predicament." "He's getting four other piercings that will be great fun. He's getting a reverse Prince Albert where they put the loop in from the top of his glands right behind the helmet ridge, and it comes out his dick hole. Just like Daniel, this thing ensures that his chastity tube or spiked torture tube comes off only when I say so. This also screws with his mind since he can no longer piss straight -- it destroys his aim, 'right Daniel," she smirked.

Clair continued, "James is also uncircumcised; you can't see it now under the cage, but since he can't pull back his foreskin, his aim is already bad, but with a reverse Prince Albert stretching the skin above it -- who knows -- he'll probably be worse than a girl. Right, James." Then the little bitch is getting a nice little sissy navel ring. The first part of my fun comes from locking his reverse Prince Albert ring to his navel ring and leaving him like that for days. Every time he pisses it shoots up all over his chest and hits him in the face -- I don't have to do a thing.

I'm also having him get what's called a hafada piercings, which is a ball sack scrotum piercing. For pissing fun, when the reverse Prince Albert is locked to the hafada, it forces him to sit like a girl. Plus, of course, it keeps him from getting erect while allowing him to touch his clitty. He is just learning, as I say it now, that I've already talked to the piercer, and this thing will weigh over two pounds, and he can't ever take it off. I'll save a fortune on those weighted ball rings. Finally, he's getting a guiche piercing through his perineum. If I lock his cock to that piercing, it will be stretched so far back, with his balls bulging on each side, that they say it will look like he has a pussy. An added humiliation is that with the reverse Prince Albert locked to the guiche, he gets to piss on his own ass. After this is all done I think I might attach his ball ring to an overhead hook forcing him to keep his cock, balls, and legs in the air so I can watch him clean off the enema he just expelled on himself by pissing on himself. I can't wait to see how much weight I can hang from all of his junk. Maybe his balls and cock will stretch to his knees."

"Please." Claire and James begged, urine dripping from her thighs and his face, "Take us both. Dominate us, use us, degrade us, expose us. Push our limits - we're stagnating alone."

Laura stepped forward, smirking. "You've been playing us, Claire - acting tough while groveling at home. Now you're both ours?" Sarah laughed, retrieving her phone. "This is gold - two subs begging for it." Megan zoomed in, "Look at that plug, his ass is a damn tunnel! And her? Locked up and giving him a golden shower?"

James, still swallowing, rasped, "Anything you want, just keep it from the husbands... for now." Claire nodded, wincing as the belt shifted. "Use the key, open me up, whip me, whatever. Just don't stop." Laura answered, "Daniel's my toy, but you two? Fresh meat. Lunch is canceled, let's play." She glanced at Sarah and Megan. "Ideas?"

Sarah grinned, "Strip 'em fully - belt, bra, plug out, let's see what we have to work with. Chain them together, ass-to-ass, and march 'em around the yard. Film it." Megan added, "Whip her tits 'til they bleed, zap his balls 'til he screams. Then peg 'em both - hard."

Daniel, silent, watched the shift in the power dynamic, his tormentors now potential subbie rivals. Laura smirked at him, "Don't worry, you're still mine. Fetch the crop." As he obeyed, the women circled Claire and James, phones rolling, their secret world cracking open under Willow Creek's manicured facade.