Ladies' Luncheon Circle, Ch. 13-15

Ladies' Luncheon Circle

Chapter 13: The Cost of Clothes

Sarah's Visit to Bill

The following week in August, after Mark had finally learned of the lunch group's activities and had Sarah hand her clothes to Bill, Sarah found herself at Bill's door. The strangely cool August wind nipped at Sarah's bare legs as she stood on the porch of Bill's impressive ranch-style home in Willow Creek. It was late afternoon, the curtains were half-drawn, the living room dim with the flicker of a muted TV. Her short jacket barely covered the sundress she'd thrown on, no panties, per Mark's lingering command.

Before the luncheons upended her life, Sarah recalled her vanilla past. Sarah and Mark had been a textbook couple, married eight years, vanilla sex once a week unless she didn't feel like it, missionary or cowgirl, no kinks beyond a vibrator she hid in her drawer. Boyfriends before Mark had been tame, some fumbling oral, quick fucks, nothing wild. Megan and Bill mirrored them, ten years wed, straight as arrows, occasional blowjobs their boldest move. The luncheons shattered that: Sarah and Megan enjoyed Daniel and James's tongues front and back, while Bill and Mark stewed, sexually bored and betrayed. Mark, especially, seethed over Sarah's sidepiece, Elise, her curvy frame and D-cup tits a taunt he couldn't ignore.

At home, Mark cornered Sarah that morning. "Time to get your clothes from Bill's, promised you'd suck or fuck whomever I say, remember?" Sarah's stomach dropped, her voice tight, "Mark, no, that was one night!" He smirked, "You broke our rules first, Elise's twat on your tongue? Go." She drove to Bill's, knuckles white, and knocked timidly, "tap-tap," heart thudding. The door swung open, revealing Megan in a thin robe, her chastity belt showing through, her face flushing red, obviously reluctantly expecting her. "Oh... Sarah," Megan stammered, eyes darting away. Sarah froze, stammering, 'Megan, I... I didn't...' The air thickened with mutual shame; two straight wives caught in their husbands' game.

Megan led her inside, as she turned Sarah noticed that the robe didn't cover her ass which was glowing red. Megan then whispered, "Bill's waiting. He... he's making me watch, "cuckquean," he calls it. I'm next for Mark." Sarah's throat tightened as they reached the living room. Bill lounged on a recliner, shirtless, a beer in hand, Sarah's folded clothes, blouse, skirt, panties, on the coffee table. "Ask for 'em," he grunted. Sarah swallowed, "Bill, can I please have my clothes back?" He leaned forward, eyes glinting. "Why'd you lose 'em? Details - now." He asked purely to humiliate her. She squirmed, "Mark... he made me strip at your place. Said I'd get 'em next week, but..." Bill pressed, "Why nude? What'd you do?" Her cheeks burned, "He spanked me, made me... submit. Left me bare 'til Monday."

Bill smirked, "Costs to pay, Sarah? Agreed?" She hesitated, "I... okay, but just this once." He shook his head, "Nah, this will take some time." He turned to Megan, "Undress her." Megan's hands trembled, peeling Sarah's jacket, then dress, exposing her bare tits, pierced clit, shaved slit, and tight ass. Both women blushed furiously, Megan muttering, "Sorry," Sarah whispering, "God, no..." Bill barked, "Prep her, mouth on her, now." Megan froze, "Bill, I'm not...!" He growled, "Do it, cuck." Tears pricked Megan's eyes as she knelt, lips trembling, kissing Sarah's nipples, soft, reluctant, then licking her slit, tongue flicking her clit. Sarah gasped, "Oh fuck, stop!" her body betraying her, wetness blooming.

Bill explained that he also had a mission in addition to enjoying her whenever and however he wanted. Mark was too nice and perhaps shy in asking for what he wanted in the bedroom. Bill intended to help his old friend out by dramatically expanding Sarah's sexual limits, skills, and experiences and destroying any hesitation or reluctance, making her sexually obedient to her husband. "First, we have to find out your current level of experience," Bill interrogated, voice low: "Sex life, Sarah, spill it. Mark, boyfriends, kinks, toys, fantasies, everything." She bargained, "I'll fuck you, but not that!" Megan's tongue swirled, weakening her, and Bill pressed, "Talk or you spend the next 30 minutes over my lap as I redden you ass." Sarah broke, "Mark's vanilla, missionary, five minutes. I suck him sometimes, he cums fast. Boyfriends, oral as I didn't want to get pregnant, doggy-style with guys in college, hated anal when I tried it. Vibrator's my only toy, small, purple, Mark doesn't know. Fantasies... uh, tied up, spanked maybe, never told him,"

Bill knew she was leaving many things out. Bill grinned, "Variations? Kinks?" She sobbed, "None, just... Elise's pussy lately, forced!" He dug deeper, "How's Mark fuck you? Hard? Slow?" "Slow, loving, done in ten!" Megan's licks unravel her resolve. Bill noted the dichotomy, saying, "So you are pretty much a traditional suburban wife with a vanilla sex life with your husband who just happens to have a slave girl of her own on the side?" "What is it you do with that slave girl? Who had her nipples pierced?" Sarah tried to explain that it was all just for fun at the luncheons and that Elise was submissive when she met her. "All they ever did was have Elise lick her to orgasm because," she started to cry and then finished, "I wasn't satisfied with sex with Mark." Bill wondered aloud, "And did you do everything you could to satisfy Mark? Well, don't worry, soon you will do anything and everything." Now that she was clearly broken, Bill continued asking her personal questions, mainly designed to embarrass her and teach her that she could control nothing; she had no privacy with him. He made her detail her menstrual cycle and what hygiene products she used, how Mark's cum tasted, her thoughts re spit or swallow, and her current state of arousal.

Bill stood, listing new acts: "You're mine now, whenever Mark and I decide. Mark loves you, and I'm not going to hurt you, well, maybe in some sexual ways. Over the next few months, we're going to have you begging for deep anal, a little exposure excitement, fucking you in the backyard, on the car hood, trips to the theater, restaurants, and walks, bra-less with sheer blouses and short skirts with no panties. You'll learn to love giving blowjobs while riding, nude car rides, learn to use lots of toys for yourself and to show off to me, Mark, and others, and you'll learn to tongue-fuck assholes, both men's and women's. You'll get used to the paddle, crop, nipple clamps, butt plugs, etc., not just as a way to motivate you in your sexy slut development, but also as punishment when necessary, and, most importantly as entertainment and to just please whatever man or women you're with.

You've already started your lessons in girl-girl fun, but you'll learn to love it and be much better at it. Later we might add multiple partners, certainly double penetrations, maybe triple, and I've always wanted to try wax and electric play, dripping wax on your tits and cunt and attaching electrodes to your nipples, clit, and a metal butt plug up your asshole. Your desires are not going to even be considered. Finally, something you haven't seemed to mind watching other be subjected to, you're going to practice piss play, we'll see how you like being on the receiving end of a golden shower and drinking some golden nectar. You'll be learning to do anything I want and lest I forget, you'll have your ass stretched for easy accommodation. The last two activities about piss and stretching her ass scared Sarah but she knew it also excited her somewhere in the back of her mind. She thought, I was never like this before the damn luncheons.

Bill stripped, cock hard, and bent Sarah over the couch. Megan was forced to lube up her asshole and watch, inches from Sarah's ass. He rammed in, "Fuck, it hurts!" thrusting deep, grunting, "First of many." Megan tried to slip away, but Bill snapped, "Stay close, lick her slit while I fuck her ass." She knelt, tonguing Sarah's cunt, tears falling as Bill pounded, Sarah's cries, "Oh god, no!" mixing with his groans. He finished inside her, pulling out "Next time, mouth skills and pussy fucking" and tossed her her clothes. "Go. Megan's turn tomorrow."

As Sarah left holding her jacket and clothes from the other night, she felt the cool breeze tickling her nether region under her only clothing, the sun dress. She worried that the dress was so short that Bill's semen, now leaking down her thigh from her recently violated asshole would be visible to any neighbors she might meet on the way to her car. Sarah now understood that her visit to Bill was not a one-time thing but that she would be used by Bill several times a week for the foreseeable future. She also knew that her exclusively dominant position in the lunch group and with Elise was a thing of the past. She would now take her turn as a submissive being used by the husbands, and some of the women, as they desired. In her mind, she vowed to herself to be the best sexual partner Mark could ever have, but her resolve warred with her lingering dominance. Still, she would learn to deny him nothing, provide him with whatever, and even whomever he wanted, and would learn to be a true submissive, providing him with whatever amusements she could.

Megan's Visit to Mark

The next evening, Megan stood at Mark's house just down the street, robe clutched tight, Bill's words echoing, "Mark's favor, cuckquean, you're his now." She knocked, soft and scared, and Mark opened, smirking in boxers. "Megan, come in." She blushed, "Mark, I..." the awkwardness suffocating, her straight life crumbling.

Having spoken in great detail with Bill, Mark gave Megan a speech similar to the one Bill had given Sarah. Megan, maybe, wasn't quite as reserved as Sarah, and even though Bill was more of an Alpha-type than Mark, he now knew he had trouble pushing his own wife for a less vanilla sexual life. Again, some of this just didn't make sense, he thought, noting that Megan now stood before him in minimal clothing but was still wearing her chastity belt. Given both Sarah and Megan's recent luncheon antics Mark knew he'd be able to really push Megan, plus he was really looking forward fucking her whenever and however he wanted. Like Sarah, Megan had thoughts that this was a one-time swap, but Mark quickly dissuaded her of any such notion, explaining that he would be guiding her sexual expansion for some time and was frankly looking forward to her being often on her knees sucking his cock or bent over taking his cock in the ass or her cunt. He had practiced using this kind of language, finally understanding that the meek, concerned, loving husband type wasn't going to transform his sex life as he desired. He turned to Sarah, who was standing by to mirror Megan's actions of the day before, "Undress her." Sarah's hands shook, stripping Megan's robe revealing her bare tits, studded clit, and slit glistening through the slats of her belt despite her shame. Both winced, Sarah muttering, "Fuck, not again," Megan choking, "Please..." Mark ordered, "Prep her, tongue her good." Sarah knelt, unlocking the belt with the key only recently loaned by Laura, humiliated, licking Megan's nipples, hardening under protest, then her slit, clit pulsing as Megan moaned, "No, stop!" her wetness betraying her.

Following Bill's lead, Mark grilled her: "Sex life, Bill, past, kinks, all of it." Megan resisted, "I'll do it, not talk!" Mark didn't threaten her like Bill had but simply had Sarah hand him a riding crop and smack her ass repeatedly, when she turned to protect her ass he placed a few hits on her, until seconds ago, protected pussy. He started to aim for her tits, but the crop coupled with Sarah's relentless tongue broke her, "Bill's quick, doggy's his favorite, done in three. Suck him monthly, he likes it sloppy. Boyfriends, mainly college, fucked a few, almost always missionary, more blowjobs than fucking, I'm told I'm good at blowjobs and licking balls, only one boyfriend ate me out and he sucked at it. No toys, fantasized about... spanking, maybe." Mark pressed, "Kinks? Positions?" "None, just... James's tongue now!" Sarah's licks forcing every word.

Mark discussed expanding her sexual repertoire, listing many of the same acts that Bill had with Sarah. Some of Bill's interests had differing priorities; for example, he wanted her to learn to take enemas. Mark would, of course, see that Bill was accommodated by teaching her to take ever-expanding enemas with many different mixtures. For his interest, he was going to use her to fully satisfy his large equipment. Her ass and cunt would be stretched but he didn't anticipate the need use artificial devices often, he figured his equipment would do the job. But what he was really looking forward to was fucking her mouth, he knew it was going to take lots of practice for her to take all of his cock down her throat but figured once she could take him she'd be suitable for anyone.

Of course, she'd also get good at licking pussy and any other lesbian action he could think of to turn him on, plus he had a thing for anonymous sex. She'd be getting fucked, sucked, two-sums, three-sums all while blindfolded and he intended never to let her know who was having her but teasing her every time anyone even looked at her by allowing her to wonder if that person had fucked her or she had orally satisfied them, he was a bit embarrassed about that particular dominant imposition but figured now he could do anything he wanted guilt free.

He dropped his boxers, cock thick, and took Megan's mouth, pushing just past where there was some gurgling but stopped short of depositing his load down her throat, pulling her standing, legs spread for a proper fucking. He didn't restrain himself as much now. He pulled Sarah's face inches from her slit as he thrust, making her watch the action close up. "Fuck, tight!" Megan crying "Oh god, please!" his hands squeezing her tits hard, her gasps ragged as his tool, larger than she'd ever had, pounded her cunt. Sarah stayed, tears streaking, as Mark pulled out, mindful of Laura's admonition to not let Megan cum until her belt time was over, and finished on Megan's tits. Sarah learning, knew what to do without being asked and licked the ejaculate off Megan's tits, even lingering unnecessarily on her nipples, thinking maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

Emboldened by the last two days' events, Mark sent Megan to her car after having Sarah replace and lock her chastity belt. She wore nothing else. Although it was evening and her car was in Mark and Sarah's driveway, close to the front door, the walk to her car door and the time spent fumbling with the keys to open it seemed to last forever. Like Sarah the day before, Megan sat in her car with mixed feelings. She had never been anything but dominant in the lunch group but felt a strange tingling in her sex from Mark's domination and her interactions with Sarah. She also felt guilty about enjoying such a wild and diverse sex life while reducing Bill to a vanilla existence for so many years. Before starting the car, she committed herself to giving Bill anything he desired or could even imagine. Besides, she didn't think she would really mind the excitement of Bill, and possibly others, having their way with her a few times a week.

Although it was only a few blocks back to her house, she had made a small puddle on her leather upholstery through her belt during the short drive. She wondered, was it the thought of all the upcoming sex with Mark and others, or the possibility of being exposed to neighbors on the way home? Upon arriving home, she parked at the far end of the driveway instead of in the garage and slowly walked to the house, holding her head up proudly. She left her keys in the car, so she'd have to ring the bell and have Bill let her in. As soon as he did so, she would make sure he understood that she was his to use or loan out in any way.

Finally, in early September, Megan's chastity belt time was paid off. Megan and Sarah had had many visits with each other's husbands over the last month and were learning to expand their sexual activities and deepen their submission to their husbands. They decided to celebrate Megan's release. The timing was fortuitous, Bill's car was in the shop, and he had carpooled with Mark into the city. They would have loved to listen to the car chatter as the guys commuted into and out of town. Mark would drop Bill off at his place around 7:00 p. m. before heading home, a few minutes away.

To set things up, the girls called Laura to get the key to Megan's chastity belt and asked her to help with their plan for their husbands. They planned a ball licking party with no cock touches just to see how horny they could get the men. Laura arrived late in the afternoon with the key to find Megan squirming to get the belt off. When Laura told her to remain still while she got the correct key, Megan answered in a non-gracious manner, to which Laura said, "Well then, let's wait a bit more, shall we?" Megan was devastated, but the girls continued to make their plans with Laura's help. Once the men got there, they would strip the guys and go to work licking their balls but explain to them that they weren't to touch their cocks. The guys could simply ignore them or grab them and fuck them, but the girls were pretty sure that any suggestion of kinkiness would have them playing along.

A little after 6:00 p. m., when they would have left the city, Sarah texted both men and said to make sure Mark stopped in when he dropped off Bill, as they were planning a "ball licking party." Bill had been hoping that Megan would be belt-free when he got home as he wanted some alone time to finally fuck her, something denied him these last three months but, the text gave him pause.

With everything set up, Laura unlocked Megan but produced a paddle and proceeded to spend the next 45 minutes leisurely spanking her for her previous tantrum. She said it would help, that men sometimes needed help finding things, and that her bright red backside would guide Bill in for a landing. Laura then directed Sarah to call Elise and ask her to come over. Elise arrived shortly before the men and started to undress as a trained slave should, but Laura stopped her and told her to leave her business attire on except for her top. She soon stood there wearing a tight skirt, full makeup, heels and hose but with her tits fully on display. Sarah was confused, but Laura explained that Sarah would not be touched and was there only to excite the men.

As they heard the car pull up, Laura attached biting nipple clamps to both Sarah and Megan, who were otherwise completely nude. Elise was told to go out to the driveway and help the men with their briefcases and whatnot. Upon entering the living room, already excited by their porter's tits, the men found Sarah and Megan kneeling together with harsh clamps biting into their nipples. Laura explained the rules and had the men strip. It would be 30 minutes of only ball licking, any spurts, and that man would be disqualified from further activities. The nipple clamps could only be removed after a fucking.

Both men stripped quickly, throwing their clothes on the floor. Megan and Sarah immediately knelt under the standing men and began sloppily tonguing their ball sacks. The women had both taken some of the new saliva-production-increasing mints from their local drug store, so their ball licking was very wet and sloppy indeed, they were drooling all over their tits, their nipples maybe cooled under the clamps by running drool but that was only a hope, the burning in their nipples from the clamps continued. Laura, ever in charge, said switch, and the women crawled to tongue the other man's ball sack, a process that repeated every few minutes. Laura ordered Elise to collect the clothes on the floor and neatly fold them. When finished she had Elise stand in front of the men and play with her enormous tits, fondling them and pulling on the nipple rings. Elise's eyes lingered on Sarah, her genuine desire suppressed, pretending her breast fondling was for Sarah.

The men were actually in pain, their cocks as hard as they'd ever been. Not accustomed to being teased by the relentless tongues swabbing their balls and the visual display in front of them they sometimes started to reach for their throbbing cocks for relief, but Laura was watching and quickly put a stop to that. Finally, the 30 minutes was up, and Laura grabbed Megan and pushed her over the back of the sofa, her red ass now visible, saying nonchalantly, "oh look her chastity cage is gone, Megan do you know what you want?" Megan answered, "fuck me" to which Megan said, "I don't think Daniel heard you back at my place," with Megan responding at the top of her lungs "Fuck me." Laura turned to Bill and said sweetly, "Do you think you could accommodate her?" Bill, having been denied for three months was on her in a second and plunged ball-deep into her cunt with no preliminaries, fucking her as hard as he could. Megan's verbal responses were unintelligible, but she seemed to enjoy herself, putting on quite the display for those watching. Her whole body was being pounded into the sofa back while the nipple clamps were dancing on the other side.

Mark looked desperate for relief, so Laura called over Elise and told her to keep Mark interested, as if anything could distract him. Elise was told to stroke his large member, but to only use two fingers lightly, and he was not to touch her. She encircled his cock near the head with the lightest of touches and slowly, way too slowly, stroked him, for fun using her other hand to continue working on her breasts and nipples. Mark was making strange moaning sounds of desperation by this time. Mark in a moment of self-discovery started to think he liked this kind of edging more that sex itself, but maybe his mind was addled with horniness and he was thinking with his little head instead of his big one.

Bill shortly pumped his load into his wife with a loud snorting sound and fell back exhausted. Laura had Megan turn around and beg Bill to remove her clamps. He reached up and pulled on them, causing Megan to moan before removing them. Megan started to make more noise as the blood rushed back into her sore nipples, but before she could do anything, Laura pushed her back over the sofa, asking Mark if he minded sloppy seconds. Mark, suffering under Elise's ministrations didn't answer he simple slammed his massive tool into Megan's cunt, already well lubricated and enhanced by Bill's load, he was able to force his full length into her. Megan had had Mark's cock a few times before, but Mark had always been cautious getting her used to his size and of course had never orgasmed in her. This was different. Mark was a madman, seemingly out of control. He thrust all the way in with abandon. The slight pain of his cock slamming into her cervix somehow added to her ecstasy. Mark lasted but a minute before he too pumped a load into Megan. She remained bent over the sofa with semen now dripping down her leg. Finally, Megan's chastity sentence was over.

Megan recovering, pretending to ignore the desperate Sarah holding her own tits and making a face that indicated she wanted the clamps off, said "well, that's done, let's all go home and have nice dinners." Sarah begged to get the clamps off but Laura remined her that only a fucking could get them removed. Both men were spent, so she had a dilemma. What to do. Laura then suggested she call Claire and ask to borrow James, as they were only a minute away. Sarah picked up her phone and hit the speed dial number. Laura said, "On speaker and beg!" When Claire answered Sarah started begging right away, not really explaining the situation, simply saying she needed James to come to Bill and Megan's right away to fuck her. Claire, mainly curious, said he'd be right there.

Less than 3 minutes later, both Claire and James showed up. James was locked in this chastity cage with Claire holding the key. When she was explained the situation, the normally submissive Claire told Sarah that the price of the key was an orgasm for her. Sarah defeated, simply dropped to her knees, and Claire pulled up her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties, so Sarah was able to get her face into Claire's twat immediately and started licking. Sarah knew just how to tease around Clair's clit a bit before diving in. Claire came in just a few minutes. Key in hand, Sarah was forced to kneel and remove James's cage herself. As she started to get up, Claire held her down and said, "Pleasure my husband and get him ready first." Sarah said nothing but noted that James was already rock hard as she took him down her throat. Shortly, Sarah was bent over the back of the sofa and James was quickly fucking her. Claire whispered in his ear, loud enough for all to hear, that "remember, you're not allow to cum." James moaned in frustration and soon pulled out of Sarah; his cock clearly ready to explode.

Megan asked James to remove Sarah's nipple clamps and then to see if he could suck Elise's nipples to get them as prominent as Claire's with the vacuum treatment she'd been having. Megan was clearly just torturing James, but he didn't complain. After a few minutes of working Elise's tits, he failed to get the same protuberance that Claire sported. Claire had stepped into the kitchen momentarily and returned with a bag of frozen peas. She unceremoniously pushed them into James' junk, and in a minute, he had shrunk enough for her to force him back into his cage. She led him out wishing to group well and saying she's always willing to help while turning to James and saying, "let's have a nice dinner before you make up for fucking another women with an enema and 14-incher up your ass." As Claire and James walked out, Sarah thought back through the evening events so far and wondered whether her husband was secretly hiding an edging kink.

Bill turned to the rest of those remaining and said, "Let's have dinner here." Laura said she had left Daniel home in punishment bondage and had to get back to take advantage of him, thanking Bill. Everyone else thought dinner was a great idea. Bill and Mark started to get dressed while turning to their wives saying "sluts, get dinner ready." Sarah and Megan, still feeling their sore nipples, knew not to argue or even get dressed, and asked Elise to help make a salad. Soon, everyone sat around Bill's dining room table, eating a salad and a nice meal. The three sets of tits visible over the table, especially Elise's oversized melons, making the meal all the more enjoyable for Bill and Mark. Their plan seemed to be working.

Chapter 14: The Piercing Parlor

The week of Claire and James's anniversary was finally upon them. As they had promised, or perhaps more accurately threatened, each other, they were each getting some piercings. As the mid-September sun slanted low over Willow Creek, the day before their anniversary, they found themselves at "Ink & Steel," a discreet piercing studio on the town's outskirts and a hidden gem known to Willow Creek's kinksters. It was a typical-looking strip mall business with a glass door in a sheet glass storefront, and a neon sign flickering in the window. Inside, antiseptic air mingled with the buzz of a distant tattoo gun. Shelves of jewelry gleamed under fluorescent lights, reflecting the group's twisted anticipation.

Initially, this was going to be something between the two of them, but since they asked the lunch group to dominate them, things were different. Inside "Ink & Steel," Tara, the piercing parlor proprietor, noticed an air of nervousness exceeding the usual for those about to get a piercing. Laura, Sarah, and Megan sprawled on vinyl chairs near the counter, looking out over cars and people coming and going, phones ready, smirking as Claire and James shuffled in, leashes taut in Bill's grip. Elise, Sarah's slave, trailed behind, stripped nude in full view of any passersby as soon as she entered the shop. Despite having no piercings planned, her pierced hanging labia and swaying heavy pierced tits were a silent prop for the day's torment. Tara, an old programmer friend of Sarah's, leaned against the counter, her purple hair glinting, leather vest straining over her chest. A BDSM veteran, she grinned wickedly, eyeing the couple. "Sarah promised me some fun with these two," she purred, cracking her knuckles. "Let's get filthy."

Laura barked, "Strip - both of you, bare as fuck." They had expected this but had assumed they'd be in the back in a private room somewhere, not in the lobby with floor-to-ceiling plate glass windows enabling the view from the sidewalk. To Claire she repeated, "Now, slut." Claire peeled off her blouse and skirt, leaving the chastity belt and the metal quarter-cup bra that did nothing to hide her tits, thrusting them upward with small teeth that painfully tormented her underboobs. The chastity belt and torture bra thudding to the tile as Laura unlocked them, revealing her large, firm breasts, nipples already swollen from James's daily vacuum cup treatments, and her shaved, pierced labia, still tender from prior torments.

James followed, his shirt and pants pooling at his feet, the cock tube and ball ring clattering free under Laura's key, his bruised ass and taut scrotum bared to the room's cold air. Elise, already nude, knelt silently, her exposure a given, her cunt glistening faintly under the lights. Tara smirked, "Claire first; she's got the goods to tease." Bill and Megan hauled Claire to a padded chair Tara indicated in a large procedure room, flattening it and locking her ankles into high, wide stirrups. All followed them in, but no one shut the door. They yanked her legs up and back, into the diaper position, her wrists were bound overhead, and her ass lifted, thighs splayed beyond 90 degrees. Her labia parted, eight rings glinting, slit dripping, pink clit throbbing.

Her asshole puckered below, raw from pegging. Her tits thrust up, nipples hard as pebbles. As the crowd watched, Tara snapped on gloves, kneeling between Claire's thighs. "Gonna warm you up, slut," she growled, her fingers diving in, two digits stroking Claire's cunt, curling inside, a wet squelch as she pumped. Claire gasped, "Oh fuck, please!" her hips bucking, juices slicking Tara's hand. Tara grinned, thumbing Claire's clit, circling hard, and Claire's moans rose, "Yes, shit, more!" her slit clenching, nipples stiffening further. Elise crawled forward at Tara's nod, her tongue flicking Claire's clit with soft, wet laps. Claire cried, "Oh god, Elise!" sharply as her twat spasmed, her arousal undeniable. Sarah zoomed in, "Look at that whore drip, is it Tara's fingers or those rings she's craving?" Megan laughed, "Both, slut's panting for the piercings already!"

James watched, his cock swelling, tip beading pre-cum as Bill taunted, "Hard for your wife's cunt, huh? Or those nipple rings coming?" James rasped, "Fuck, her tits'll swing so low with rings that heavy, gonna chain 'em to her labia in the yard, stretch her wide for you all." Claire, panting, shot back, "And when we're alone, I'll tug 'em 'til you beg to suck 'em, make you lick my locked pussy clean." Tara swabbed Claire's left nipple, clamping it, flesh bulging, then pierced it with a 10-gauge needle, slow and brutal. Claire screamed, "Fuck, it burns!" as a 1.5-inch ring slid through, her moan twisting into a groan, sex pulsing visibly. Tara repeated it on the right, another shriek, another ring. Claire's tits now weighted, swaying as she writhed, wondering what it would be like when additional weights were hung from her ringed tits.

Laura smirked, "Those'll drag her down, hook 'em to her labia at luncheons, keep her spread like a bitch." James nodded, cock throbbing, "Alone, I'll clamp 'em tighter, fuck her ass while they pull." Tara moved lower, stroking Claire's sex again, fingers plunging, Elise's tongue swirling, before piercing two more labia holes per side. Four new 12-gauge rings stabbed through, "Shit, stop!" Claire's slit gaped wider, dripping as Tara laced all twelve rings with a chain, locking it tight. Sarah grinned, "Locked and leaking, piercings or Tara's hand?" Claire whined, "Both, fuck, can't stop!" Claire now had twelve grommeted holes, six on each inner labium. Rings could be placed in the holes, or they could be laced up like a shoe, not her choice, though.

They freed Claire, her nude form slumping, 12 heavy labia rings clanking, arousal streaking her thighs. Tara clapped James's shoulder, "Your turn, stud." Bill and Laura flipped him into the chair, diaper position again, legs hoisted, ass up, scrotum dangling far down due to the stretching already done, cock stiff against his belly, anus gaping from prior plugs and other insertions. Tara knelt, gripping his shaft, stroking slow and firm, pre-cum oozing as he groaned, "Oh fuck, yeah!" Then she pulled his foreskin back and sucked his tip, lips tight, tongue swirling. Elise joined, her mouth engulfing him fully, wet slurps as she bobbed, his hips jerking, "Shit, Elise, deeper!" his balls tightening, cock rock-hard. Megan filmed, and mirroring question about Claire, asked, "Hard from the suck or those piercings he's about to get?" Bill chuckled, "Both, look at that prick twitch!" Elise was pulled away, leaving James, as always, frustrated and unrelieved.

Claire, kneeling nearby, rasped, "When that reverse Prince Albert's locked to your navel ring you're gonna spray your face with your own piss, James, then we're gonna lock it to your ass at home, make you piss on yourself while I whip you." James growled, "And your cunt's so locked now, gonna chain your tits to it in the group, spread you for their cocks." Tara pulled his foreskin further back painfully past its normal range and swabbed his glans, clamping the head, and pierced the reverse Prince Albert, needle through to his piss hole, a 10-gauge ring threaded up as he roared! his cock pulsing, still erect despite the pain. Laura smirked, "Lock it to the end of his cage, he'll never pull out. Permanent chastity: you'll never feel the inside of a women again or even touch your own cock for the rest of your life, if we say so. Isn't that right, chastity boy?" James, defeated just answered "No pussy for me unless you allow it."

Tara kept stroking now just causing pain with the recent new unnatural hole in his cockhead. Elise sucking again, as Tara clamped the bottom of his scrotum to set the hafada piercing. But instead of starting with a small ring or stud, she immediately used her widest piercing needle and inserted a 2-pound ring through his scrotum, his scream raw as it dragged his balls low, skin taut. Sarah laughed, "You've got a swinging sack now, gonna yank it at luncheons, stretch it till you beg." Claire added, "Alone, I'll weight it more, fuck him, 'til it slaps his thighs." The guiche followed, 12-gauge through his perineum, James bellowing his cock leaking as Tara locked it to the Prince Albert with a small padlock, bending him back. Megan taunted, "Schlong stretch, piss on your ass for us!" James gasped, "Claire will love it, chain her rings to it, spread us both." With his cock pulled sharply back, stretched over his balls splitting them in his sack, as it was locked to his "not quite," it sort of looked like James had a nice big pussy puffing out between his legs.

The navel piercing, a 14-gauge ring with a bell, was stabbed quickly. Tara showed how this anchorage for his reverse Prince Albert would aim his piss hole upward. Bill grinned, "Piss in his own face, perfect for the yard." Claire smirked, "I'll ride him like that--tits swinging, his bell jingling." Tara, intent on a final sadistic infliction, zapped his balls with an electric cattle prod, "crackle, scream," then roughly tugged Claire's nipple rings, her cry followed by moans as Elise licked her clit again.

Claire and James collapsed, nude and pierced, cocks and cunts dripping, Elise kneeling beside them, her tongue wet with their shame. Sarah narrated, "Pierced and horny, "those rings'll keep 'em open, fucked, humiliated." Megan added, "Nude runs, tits bouncing, balls swinging, piss flying." Bill growled, "Next backyard party-time, Tara joins us, fucks 'em raw." Tara winked, "Clit for her, nipples for him, call me." Phones flashed, Claire's locked slit, James's weighted sack, uploaded with: "Sluts rigged and ready."

As they were gathering their things for the trip home Tara confronted Laura, saying "I've wanted to get my hands on your tits; a fresh canvas; since I first met you with Sarah at her first job. Lets get those nipples finally ringed." Laura replied that she was a mistress, not one of "her" slaves, and wasn't going to walk around with big ringed nipples looking like she was property. Tara suggested some subtle, small rings as she unabashedly fondled Laura's breasts. It was clear there was some undisclosed past here. Tara kept insisting while unbuttoning Laura's blouse and unsnapping her bra. Laura's attempt at stopping Tara from undressing her grew less assertive as Tara seductively whispered that they would look so great and bring so much added pleasure while flicking her tongue across Laura's nipples. Laura whimpered, "Well, maybe."

As the five others enjoyed the semi-lesbian action and the hardening of Laura's nipples to hard points, Tara had pushed her back onto one of her operatory chairs. Tara half climbed onto the chair with Laura, her knee rubbing Laura's crotch, as she kissed her and fondled and licked her nipples. Laura, with slightly ragged breath, sat silently as Tara applied an alcohol wipe and reached for a small needle and cork. As Tara pushed her knee hard between Laura's legs, Laura whispered, "Do it." Within seconds, Laura's left nipple had a needle through it, and Tara was soon threading a small, elegant ring through the hole. Her right nipple soon had a matching ring.

As they headed out to the Megan's SUV, the parking lot nearly empty as all the shops were closed and only employees remained cleaning up, Claire and James were kept nude as expected but unusually Laura also headed out topless, her blouse just draped over her shoulders, her bra tucked away in her purse. Her nipples were too tender for the touch of material, and she would ride home topless. Tara had followed them out and griped Laura from behind by her lower boobs, careful not to touch the nipples or rings, and put her mouth almost in her ear, getting it wet, as she mouthed, "don't forget to come by next week after closing for a check-up on how your breasts are healing." It also looked like Tara's hand had strayed down to Laura's ass and maybe lower as she whispered.

Claire and James were shoved into the back of the SUV as Megan drove, so they could pleasure Bill and Sarah as they might require. Megan had subtly arranged for Laura to be in the front seat. Laura said she was surprised at how sensitive her nipples were and how shocking the pain was for a second or two when she was pierced. As expected, she got no sympathy from the back seat, and it seemed that both James and Claire had their mouths busy elsewhere. Bill appeared to answer with a grunt, but it became clear that he was responding to Claire's mouth, not Laura's comment. Megan just had Laura sit back in the seat and said she'd be fine as long as nothing touched or rubbed her nipples for the next few hours. Laura pushed her blouse back so as not to touch her nipples as Claire slowed down, timing her arrival so she would have to sit at the next traffic light in a lit intersection. She smiled to herself at Laura's distress and embarrassment as two teenage boys in a pickup pulled alongside at the light, rolled down their window, and honked their horn, pointing at her nipples. She quickly pulled her blouse closed with a small wince of pain. Megan said, "Be careful, we don't want a tear as they left the intersection, helpfully pulling her blouse back off her shoulders and then pulling it away and throwing it in the back seat to Sarah.

Laura said nothing as she rode the rest of the way home topless. Megan and Sarah called Daniel when they parked on the street outside of Laura's house and asked him to come out. Daniel approached the car wearing only his cage. The women then sent Daniel back into the house with directions for taking care of her piercings, saying they wanted to talk to her a bit. Daniel left, helpfully carrying Laura's blouse and the post-piercing kit provided by Tara. After really examining her nipples, manipulating her breasts, and getting Bill's opinion, they sent her into the house topless. Laura wished they had at least pulled into the driveway and not stopped on the street. Claire and James were dropped off with no additional torments as they needed to heal. Megan and Bill did enjoy watching their asses wiggle as they walked nude into their house.

Chapter 15: The Champion's Feast

Laura's Willow Creek dining room had been transformed into a perverse arena, dark oak table shoved aside, a massive tally board dominating one wall, its chalked columns tracking Daniel's "progress" toward becoming "Cum King." The late September air hummed with summer heat, sweat, and the faint musk of anticipation, windows cracked to taunt the participants with the thought of the neighbors seeing or hearing.

The day had finally arrived. The tally board loomed, Daniel's column now at 73 loads swallowed, Laura's frozen from her pre-submissive days, she didn't expect to swallow any more jism for the rest of her life, she certainly wasn't going to suck off Daniel. Tonight, he'd claim the crown, and Laura had ensured it'd be a spectacle he'd never scrub from his soul. Sarah, Megan, Claire, James, Elise, Bill, Mark, and Tara sprawled across chairs and couches, phones poised, smirking as Daniel shuffled in, nude, cock uncaged, his piercing glinting, weights swinging from his stretched balls, a buzzing plug wedged deep in his ass. Laura stood triumphant, a silver tray in hand, holding seven small vials of frozen semen, Daniel's own, harvested over the last few months from his rare releases, thawed and glistening, their milky stench already curling through the room.

Laura had happily given Daniel oral often when they were dating and first married but blowjobs became less frequent after that. As their married life developed into a dominant-submissive relationship, they stopped altogether. Laura truly planned to never give another blowjob in her life.

Laura's mind drifted to her college days, a secret past she'd buried. She had led Daniel to believe that she'd given a few blowjobs in college and that the total he was now about to best was based on those few, their dating, and the beginning of their marriage before he became her subbie "good boy." She never felt the need to tell him, or even the women closest to her in the group, that she'd been a bit of a slut in college and was in fact known as the "blowjob queen." She was pretty sure that her 73-blowjob tally on the board that Daniel was going to top tonight had probably been surpassed in just one semester back in the day. Hell, she famously did her boyfriend, two of his buddies, and three roommates, in one night after losing at strip poker at the beach one college summer. Her record, if she could recall through her then drunken haze, was 10 cocks in one night at a ski chalet on winter break in front of a roaring fire. She remembered some of the guy's girlfriends cheering her on, whether for the spectacle or so they wouldn't have to suck cock, still unknown to her.

Luckily, that trip was with a friend from another college, so while she spent much of the two-week ski vacation on her knees, no one at her university would further tarnish her reputation. She consoled herself, while also being secretly proud of her past, that even though she was the "blowjob queen" in college, she only fucked two different boyfriends and then only rarely. She was afraid of getting pregnant and found that it was easy to keep the many horny young men at bay. They often tried to get into her panties, but Laura found that a proactive blowjob would quickly satisfy them.

Until she met Daniel, only a few eager fingers made their way into her panties, save the two college boyfriends. Back then, at least, she found that she enjoyed blowjobs. Later, in self-reflection, she thought maybe it was the beginning of her dominant side emerging; she liked the power it seemed to give her over men. As she got her head out of the past and on to that night's celebration, she did a rough calculation: most Friday and Saturday nights from her junior year in high school, after she turned 18, on, plus most summer nights, including that last summer after high school working at the beach, one a day average for each semester in college, maybe a few less as a freshman, 11 semesters, including grad school, 3 years after college before she meet Daniel, time dating Daniel and their early marriage. "Hum," she thought giving herself a conservative estimate of 1,500+ blowjobs--20 times the number they were celebrating with Daniel tonight. The smell of the vials she was carrying brought her back to the present. She'd take that number to the grave with her, wondering what that would be in gallons.

We're going to "Strip him bare," Laura announced, "not physically, for as you can see, he is fully naked for the upcoming performance and your entertainment. No, we are going to strip him bare of any final ego he may have left in his cock-locked slut-slave body, we're going to totally emasculate him, he'll never be able to think of himself like a man again. Helping with the physical logistics, Bill yanked Daniel's leash, forcing him to his knees in the room's center, the plug's buzz loud in the silence. Laura brought over the seven vials on a silver tray as if they were shots of a rare whiskey, each a few tablespoons of ejaculate, collected from March to September during his rare, uncaged moments, frozen for this night. Evidently Laura had not had Daniel swallow his cum for some time, electing instead to save it for this moment.

Laura was not entirely evil, she had warmed the frozen semen collected from Daniel's "clitty," now in the vials. "Eight loads to make you champ," she sneered, tipping the first into a wide champagne glass, thick, yellowed jism plopping wetly, the group gagging at the reek. "Jerk yourself, slave, add a fresh one--the eighth." Daniel's hand trembled, looking at the largest audience he'd ever performed for, as he gripped his cock, weights clanking, plug humming, stroking fast, grunting shamelessly until he spurted into the glass. While he was performing his dance of self-pleasure to the amusement of all present, Laura was making a show of poring the rest of the saved jism into the glass and showing all the collected sticky mess. Daniel's fresh eighth load mingling with the thawed ones, creating nearly 10 ounces total, a sloshing, rancid pool of cum.

Laura handed him the champagne glass. "Pour it, scoop it, all of it, into that whore mouth. Don't swallow 'til I say." Daniel chugged the contents then dipped his fingers, scooping the rest of the warm, sticky mess - his own ejaculate, months old, mixed with tonight's - shoveling it past his lips. The volume was obscene, his cheeks bulging, head tilting back to keep it in, gagging as it coated his tongue, throat flexing against the urge to choke. "Show us," Sarah barked, phone zooming in. He opened wide, the white sludge pooling, filling his whore-mouth-hole, strands dripping to his chin, Mark laughed, "Fuck, it's like oatmeal, swirl it, bitch!" Daniel's tongue churned it, a wet gurgle as he obeyed, eyes watering, the taste of stale spunk and shame choking him.

The taunts rained down. Megan cackled, "Look at that piggy, 73 now, Laura's tally left in the dust!" Claire leaned in, "He's champ forever, gonna triple her by the time he croaks. What's that, two hundred loads?" Bill grinned, "Three times her lifetime total, you'll suck every day 'til death, sucking down jizz like a good slut." Sarah smirked at James, "You're next, Jimmy, daily cock duty, ten times Claire's total. Thousands by the end, Daniel might join you, huh?" James paled, his cock tube glinting, but Daniel's eyes widened, the hint sinking in, his fate could mirror James's, a lifetime of forced cock sucking and cum swallowing.

Laura circled, predatory. "Beg to swallow, pig - make it good." Daniel's voice was a muffled gargle, head back, cum slopping - "Pwease, Wauwa, wet me swawwow," his balls dangling, vulnerable. Megan pounced, kneeling beside him, her hand clamping his scrotum, squeezing hard, the weights swinging as he yelped, "Mmph!" a muted scream causing him to swallow a bit, semen still bubbling at his lips. She crushed tighter, nails digging, "Scream louder, bitch, spill it and see what happens!" Pain seared through him, his body jerking, but he clenched his jaw, holding the load, tears streaming. Laura snapped, "Good boy, keep it in, or you'll regret it."

The group jeered. Elise, nude and kneeling nearby, taunted, "Look at those balls, purple as plums! Gonna pop 'em if he spills early." Mark growled, "He's a cum-vat now, beat Laura's haul, and counting. Neighbors'll hear him gargling soon." Claire giggled, "James'll outdo him - ten times my loads, sucking cock 'til he's gray. Daniel's headed there too, daily dick diet." Daniel's muffled groan rose, the weight of their words crushing him, the semen a bitter, inescapable truth in his mouth.

Laura finally nodded. "Swallow, champ, choke it down." Daniel tilted his head further back, gulping hard, three agonizing swallows, the thick mass sliding down, gagging, "Guh, fuck!" as it hit his stomach, his face a mask of disgust and defeat. Megan released his balls, slapping them, his cry sharp as he doubled over, the plug buzzing louder. Sarah filmed the aftermath, "Look at that, "Cum King," forever marked. Triple Laura's by death, maybe more if we feed him right."

Bill hauled him up, forcing him to stand, cock soft, balls bruised, face slick with sweat and shame. Laura smirked, "Punishment if you'd spilled, fifty lashes on those nuts, plug size increased up to sixteen inches. Next time, no mercy." Mark added, "James's turn will be soon; he'll do Claire's and Daniel's ten times. Daily loads, boys, get used to it." Daniel swayed, the taste lingering, the prophecy ringing, double Laura's total, then more, a lifetime of swallowing etched into his fate. The tally board stayed up, a permanent monument, phones flashing, his bulging mouth, his pained gulp uploaded with: "Cum King crowned, cum eternal."

But Laura wasn't done. "On your back, now!" Daniel collapsed, legs spread, and she straddled his face, pissing into his open mouth, a chaser to the cum, hot and acrid, his final degradation as the group cheered. "Next double and counting," she hissed, "and James'll bury you." The room erupted, Daniel's sobs drowned by their laughter, the feast sealed in his gut, unforgettable.