The Cuckquean Ch. 03 - Submissive Desires

The Cuckquean 3: Submissive Desires.

"Uggh!" Jemima Khan huffed disgustedly, tossing her vibrator aside. Her husband, Cillian, was out on the town with the boys tonight, and Jemima was horny. More than six months had passed since her weekend with Leslie the Lezzy, Tina, and A2, AKA Angela and Ange. Jemima had stopped inviting Tina over because she'd become jealous and refused to play with Cillian anymore. Tina was fixated on Jemima leaving her husband and forming a permanent relationship with her. Something Jemima had no interest in or desire to do, so she cut ties with the masculine-looking woman despite enjoying what they did and had together.

Lesley and Angela were now living together, and although Lesley was initially happy for A2 to get her jollies with Cillian when the four played together, she, too, became jealous of Jemima's husband and wouldn't let Ange fuck him anymore. Therefore, Jemima stopped inviting them to play as well.

It had been twelve weeks since Jemima had felt the softness of a woman's touch on her sublime body, and now her needs raged. She had gone to bed early to remember and fantasise, hoping to requite her burning desires with her vibrator, but it just wasn't happening. Having gone through this many times before, Jemima knew the only relief for her burning pussy was to hunt for a young, barely legal teenage girl to seduce and bring home for her husband to enjoy.

Giving in to the inevitable, Jemima pivoted on her tight, rounded ass and swung her long, athletically-toned, shapely legs out of her bed and stood. She briefly admired her body in her walk-in robe's door mirror. Jemima was tall at 185 cm (73 in.) with a long, lean body, 16C breasts, a narrow waist, and what Cillian's father described as 'child-bearing hips'.

She regretted that she hadn't conceived yet and hoped they would soon. Cillian finally came to her one evening and tearfully confessed that he'd had himself tested. Although he wasn't infertile, his sperm count was lower than expected, and his 'swimmers' were lethargic in comparison to average.

The fertility specialist gave Cillian a script that should help his sperm production and increase his sperm's motility. She still remained without a child, but the doctor said it would be at least six months before any improvement would come, and that time was soon. Jem had noticed Cillian's cum was now thicker than his typical watery spend, and she hoped that meant it was filled with more sperm. Time would tell if it was enough.

Turning back and forth, Jemima admired her taut body before sighing and entering her en suite. She showered, carefully avoiding wetting her hair and the forty-five minutes it would take to blow-dry it if she did, and dressed. She paired an orange, stretch-cotton, wrap-around micro-miniskirt with a daring side part that left little doubt she was pantyless with a white silk, triangular-shaped, backless, halter neck top. Once she'd tied the top's back strings tight, her prominent nipples stood out against the silk, and it was clear that she was braless, too. Black, 7-inch pumps with slave collars completed her outfit.

After dressing, Jemima sat at her vanity and did her face. But with her milk chocolate-coloured skin, Jemima didn't need much makeup, so other than eyeliner, mascara, and ruby-red lipstick, she eschewed everything else and ordered an Uber.

Jem had instinctively entered The Fox Hotel in Collingwood as her destination. But as she eased into the car's back seat, she considered going there and picking up a playmate where her friend Lesley worked was crass and unnecessarily hurtful to her ex-lover. She told the driver she'd changed her mind and asked to be taken to Sircuit Bar in Smith St, Fitzroy. That was a slightly longer journey than to Collingwood, so Jemima had to wait for the Uber driver to get a new price for the trip. After she'd paid the difference, they were off.

Forty-five minutes later, Jemima strolled into Sircuit and found a seat at the bar. Men almost instantly surrounded her, but she flashed her wedding and engagement rings and pointedly told them she wasn't interested in male company. After a few attempts, she was mostly left alone. Jemima waited, knowing the bisexual and lesbian women in the bar were more circumspect than the men, and they'd wait to size her up before approaching her.

She sparingly sipped her frozen strawberry margarita and tuned out the conversations around her. Instead, she concentrated on the music and let it sweep her away. Jem's toe tapped as she nodded her head to the strident hip-hop beat. She was drifting on the music when a deep female voice asked, "Care to dance?"

Jemima opened her eyes and smiled at the masculine-looking woman before her. "I'd love to, but only as long as you understand that it's only a dance. I am hunting tonight, but not for someone who is butch. I'm sorry to be blunt, but I don't want to lead you on and then turn you down."

"Your rings indicate that you're married. Are you looking for some stray pussy on the side?" The woman asked.

"I am married," Jemima admitted as she ran her fingers seductively up and down the butch woman's muscular forearms. "I'm not looking for something on the side, though. Instead, I'm looking for someone bisexual to take home for my husband to share."

"He makes you do that?" Came the standard question.

"No," Jemima denied. "I'm very submissive and love being restrained and made to watch my husband fuck other women. My husband, Cillian, is out on the town with his mates, and he probably thinks that I'm still at home in bed."

"So, if I came home with you, I'd have to fuck your husband, too?"

"Yes," Jemima said firmly. "If you pretend to be bisexual and then won't let Cillian fuck you, I'll dump your ass on the street so fast your head will spin."

"I don't like cock," the woman stated. "Can't stand the sight of one. Ugly damned things that they are. However, my girlfriend, who is here with me tonight, loves dick as much as she loves pussy. Perhaps I could offer her to your husband as a swap for you?"

"I'm interested," Jemima purred, allowing the masculine-looking woman to pull her off her stool and onto the dance floor.

The new friends danced through several songs, and Jem allowed her prospective lover to play with her nipples unobtrusively as they did. Jemima's pussy reacted to the deft, delicate touches, and she pressed her heat against the other woman. Eventually, the woman manoeuvred Jemima across the dance floor and into a seat inside the attached Mollie's Bar and Restaurant.

Sitting at the table was a stunningly beautiful blonde woman. Jemima gaped at the beauty, wondering if she was old enough to be in the bar. The butch woman sat beside the blonde and kissed her fervently. The blonde wasn't the singlest bit averse to being so passionately kissed in public. In fact, she moaned and increased the kiss' passion. Eventually, the masculine woman broke the kiss. She grinned at Jemima's wide-eyed gaze. "This is my girlfriend, Summer. She turned eighteen today, and this is her first time going to a bar legally and without a fake ID. I'm Rhys. Sorry, but I probably should have introduced myself earlier."

"All good," Jemima gushed, fixated on the gorgeous young thing before her. "I'm Jemima. Jemima Khan."

"Oh," Summer said, pouting with disappointment. "You look like my favourite lesbian PornHub star, Jemima Starr."

"That'd be me," Jem giggled as the two women's eyes widened. "Starr is my porn name."

"But you said you were married," Rhys protested.

"I am, which is why I only do soft porn," Jemima explained. It wasn't really the reason. Jem had started doing soft porn for cash after her father had banished her from his home and refused to pay for her uni degree. She currently has more than five thousand subscribers who pay a monthly fee to access her videos. Jem had roped Tina, who has her own page under the name of Anna Wett, into doing several ten-minute clips with her. Those clips earned the stars $4.99 each per view. They'd been viewed over two thousand times each.

"Do you think I could do one with you?" Summer asked.

Tuned into the nuances around her, Jemima said, "If your Mistress permits you to, then yes. It's difficult to find volunteers prepared to show their faces," Jem continued. "I usually have to run an ad and pay someone to star with me."

They talked about how PornHub's payment system worked, and Jemima explained how you could make an amateur porn flic and offer it to PornHub to publish. Payment for the flic depended on the value the PornHub scrutineers put on it, but typically the minimum payment was $15,000, although it could be lower if the quality was low or the duration was short. However, you could open your own channel on the site for a reasonable monthly fee and then sell your movies through it for as much as the paying viewers were prepared to spend.

Jemima kept her prices low because she didn't offer any hardcore porn. Jem's movies showed her trimmed bush but not her clitoris or entrance. The shots of Jemima eating her 'lover's' pussy or her 'lover' eating hers were always filmed from behind, with the back of the woman's head obscuring the other woman's pussy. Naked breast shots abounded, but the massager's hands always hid their 'lover's' nipples when they were being played with. Also, Jemima's and her 'lover's' rosebuds were never displayed.

The money she made from these soft porn films enabled herself and Cillian to make the payments on their three-million-dollar house, which they wouldn't have otherwise been able to afford after Cillian was delisted.

Rhys took Summer to the dance floor before returning to do the same with Jemima. Then, Rhys encouraged Jem and Summer to dance together while she got them another round of drinks. Summer was all over Jemima, which Jemima didn't mind. With Angela's disappearance from her life, it had been some time since Jem had been with a soft, feminine woman.

Although Jemima adored being the centre of a bull dyke's attention, she liked being with a feminine lesbian, too. Her preference depended on her wants and needs at the time. Tonight, she was more attuned to Summer than Rhys.

Summer groped Jemima's splendid ass as she pressed her lithesome body to the older woman's. Groping Jem's ass confirmed she was pantyless, and Summer's fingers shifted to caress Jemima's vulva.

Summer wore a dress that was equally as revealing as Jemima's. It was made of a silver/purple material that clung to Summer's every divine curve. It had a side split to match Jem's, and if it weren't stitched to hold it against Summer's shapely, rounded bottom, it would pop over that superb asset and show her ass and pussy to the world.

Jemima gave herself to the young woman, returning Summer's caresses with equal fervour. The two beautiful women danced in their own little world until the Emcee came on and announced there'd be a short break before the night's first drag show was on. Jemima and Summer regretfully left the dance floor, their arms around each other's shoulders. They rejoined Rhys at their table and sipped their drinks appreciatively.

"Tell me about your husband and how bringing someone home for him to share typically works," Rhys demanded as she possessively hugged Summer to her.

Jemima smiled as she thought about her husband. Despite being five years older than the huge lunk she'd married, Jemima felt safe with the hulking ex-AFL player. Something she'd only ever felt with her oldest brother, Jaspirit. Being cast aside by her father and having her brothers, except for Jaspirit, join her father's condemnation of her lesbian lifestyle nearly destroyed Jem's psyche. If Jaspirit and her mother hadn't secretly defied their father and supported her through her banishment and subsequent marriage to Cillian, Jemima feared where she'd be.

She smiled proudly before saying, "Cillian's good people, you know? He's as dumb as a wheelbarrow full of rocks but has a good heart. He knows right from wrong and would never wrong you because he does what's right. Cillian would stand before the hordes of Hell to protect you just because you're his friend. Give you his last penny because you need it more than him, and give you the shirt from his back because he'd rather be cold himself than let you be chilly."

Her two new friends smiled at the faraway expression in Jemima's eyes. She continued, "I'm a bisexual woman with a strong preference for women. However, I met Cillian in a student bar near MIT seven years ago, and it was love at first sight, you know? I let him take me home and fuck me that night, and we haven't been apart since."

Jemima hesitated as memories of their early years flowed through her mind. She smiled wistfully. "We'd been married for about four years when I bumped into a gorgeous woman in our local supermarket. I had been denying and ignoring my submissive and lesbian desires for all that time, believing Cillian should be enough for me. But after encountering Anna in the supermarket, I knew I needed women in my sex life or my marriage was doomed."

Jemima hesitated again, unsure how to express her desires in a way the other women could understand and not be judgemental about. "I guess that having my family disown me made me feel unworthy of my husband. Then, needing a woman's touch proved I was undeserving of Cillian's love. I believed that if I brought the young woman home to offer to my husband, he would be pleased and would want to remain being married to me."

Jemima laughed deprecatingly. "Of course, Cillian wouldn't touch her because of his moral compass. Fucking her would break his marriage vows, something he was unwilling to do. But then, Anna pulled the covers back, revealing she'd trussed me like a chicken for the roasting pan, and Cillian demanded to know what was happening. I confessed that I was mostly a lesbian who had somehow fallen in love with him and that I needed this, and, of course, Cillian did what I needed and fucked the shit out of Anna as I watched."

Her new friends joined her laughter before Jemima concluded. "Since then, when my need for a woman's touch overwhelms me, I go out, hunting for someone to take home to play with Cillian and me."

"Which is what brought you here tonight," Rhys finished. She looked searchingly at Summer, who looked back expressionlessly. Rhys squeezed Summer's wrist before saying, "Summer's into you and into cock. I'm into you, but I cannot stand even the thought of having sex with a man. If I offered your husband a swap--you for Summer and Summer for you, would he be into it?"

"I don't know," Jemima honestly admitted. "We were playing with a young woman, her butch lover and another masculine woman, but the two butch women became jealous of my husband. They wanted me to themselves without him, which is not something I'm prepared to do. So, I don't know how he will react if I bring another butch woman home. However," Jemima confessed. "Cillian rarely denies me my desires, and Summer is stunningly beautiful, so I doubt he'll object to the swap but he will want it to be in the same room, at least initially."

"Will Cillian insist that I'm part of the swap?" Rhys queried.

Jemima shook her head. "My husband is very good at respecting hard limits. If you say 'no touching', then he won't touch."

Rhys and Summer exchanged a long look before Summer nodded. "Summer wants to have sex with you," Rhys explained. "However, she's prepared to meet Cillian, and if she finds him attractive, she will make love with him as long as she gets to have sex with you, too. I'm prepared to swap my girlfriend for you, so long as your husband treats my slave well and obeys her limits. Do we have a deal?"

"With me?" Jemima enquired. "Yes. Cillian will decide if it's something he wants. I have no say, nor do I want to have a say in that. I doubt he'll refuse, but it remains a possibility. Are you happy to come home with me and find out?"

"How are you getting home?" Rhys asked.

"The same way I got here," Jemima explained. "By an Uber. I can give you some money to catch an Uber or a cab home if you wish."

Summer and Rhys exchanged another long look before Summer almost imperceptibly nodded. Rhys turned back to Jemima. "We're in. But if your husband even tries to touch me, I'll scream rape."

"He won't," Jem giggled as she opened her Uber app and ordered a car to take them home.

Cillian wasn't home yet, but beginning without him was common for Jemima to do, so she led the young couple inside and upstairs to Cillian's 'slave dungeon'. Rhys walked around the room, examining the various apparatuses. What most were used for was self-evident, but Rhys had never seen so many items gathered in one place. She took down a broad leather flogger and hefted it experimentally.

"Do we need to wait for your husband to come home?" Rhys enquired, lust and the desire to use the object in her hand evident in her growly voice.

"You're the Mistress, and we the slaves," Jemima demurred. "Do we tell you?"

Rhys' eyes flashed with desire. "You like being tied up and made to watch, right? Jemima nodded. And Rhys took several lengths of rope from a drawer conveniently labelled 'rope'. Then, she casually stripped the gorgeous Indian woman bare. Rhys was only marginally surprised when she discovered that all Jemima wore was the tiny micro-miniskirt and the minuscule silk top. However, she was stunned by how wet Jem's pussy and inner thighs were. 'The woman's literally gagging for it,' Rhys realised.

Moving confidently, Rhys tied Jemima over a leather-covered, square box close to the room's centre. Then, she dragged over a low bench and made Summer sit on it facing Jemima. Next, Rhys sat on a stool behind Summer. She looked over her girlfriend's shoulder as she slowly and seductively undid Summer's dress zip and eased her left hand inside.

Jemima's arousal soared as she watched Rhys' hand cup and play with the young woman's breasts. She watched Rhys stoke her girlfriend's fires enviously, wishing it was her playing with the eighteen-year-old's breasts. Jem could almost taste the young woman's salty skin and feel the rubbery protuberance of Summer's nipples on her lips and between her teeth.

The gorgeous young woman closed her eyes and moaned as she felt Rhys' hand slide up her inner thigh, forcing her knees apart and displaying her wet slit to the older woman bound to the chest before her. Jemima's answering moan added to her desire, and Summer turned her head, hoping Rhys would kiss her. She did, and Jemima's need climbed higher. It was almost as if she could taste the young woman. Feel her lips on hers and the slight aftertaste of the vodka cocktail Summer had drunk before leaving the bar. Jemima moaned deep back in her throat.

But this is what she needed. Jemima knew that. She needed to be restrained and denied relief whilst being tortured with visual delights that were unobtainable for her in her current predicament. She moaned again as Rhys slowly lowered her girlfriend's dress. "Nooooo," Jemima moaningly protested when Summer's breasts came into view but were hidden by Rhy's hands. Rhys grinned maliciously at the bound older woman and massaged her girlfriend's breasts showily, tormenting Jemima.

"Would you like to see my slave's tits?" Rhys teased.

"Yes, I would," Jemima said breathily as her arousal flowed like a faucet from her overheated pussy.

"Call me Mistress Rhys, and I might consider it,"

Jemima shook her head, "I call only my husband Master. No one else shall be acknowledged as such by me."

"You called me Mistress earlier," Rhys pointed out.

"Did I?" Jemima countered. "I recall saying that you were the Mistress, not my Mistress."

"True," Rhys acknowledged. "But what if I insist?"

"Then I will toss your asses out on the street," Cillian grinned as he entered the room.

Rhys squealed in fright at Jemima's husband's sudden entrance. Summer, however, growled deep back in her throat, and she hungrily examined Cillian's tall, muscular body.

"I want, Mistress," Summer demanded.

Cillian temporarily ignored the two interlopers as he examined his wife's naked and bound state. "Been hunting again, Jem?" He amusedly asked despite knowing the answer.

"Yes," Jemima admitted. "This is Mistress Rhys and her girlfriend/slave, Summer. Girls, my husband, Cillian."

"What is the plan?" Cillian noncommittedly asked. He wasn't against playing with the two young women, but he wanted them to explain why they were there and what they wanted. That way, there could be no later disagreements and arguments about who was allowed to do what and to whom.

"Your wife told me she was hunting for a bisexual woman to take home and share with you," Rhys boldly replied, knowing Cillian would respect strength more than acquiescence. "My slave is bisexual, so I like to ensure she gets enough cock to keep her satisfied. Therefore, I offered to swap my girlfriend for your wife with the proviso that Jemima got to play with Summer, too."

"Jem?" Cillian asked.

"I haven't been restrained and made to watch for so long, baby," Jemima panted. "Because Tina wasn't genuinely bisexual, she wouldn't play with you alone, and I had always to be included in our play. I miss being restrained and disciplined and then being made to watch you fuck some young slut into oblivion."

"Gaaaawwwwdddddddd!!!!!" Summer growled. "Mistress, please. I need this!"

Cillian turned to Rhys with one eyebrow raised, indicating he wanted her input. Rhys answered his challenge. "Although I want time with your slut alone, I think we should put this one," she patted Summer's head, "through its paces and torment your wife in the process."

Cillian smiled and replied, "I'm happy to take a background seat and let you play out whatever you've started here. Then, when you're ready, I'll use your slave harder than she's ever been used before as you endeavour to do the same with mine."

"Deal," Rhys said, holding out her hand.

The pair shook, and Cillian sat on a bench against the wall and leant back to watch.

Rhys turned and retook her seat behind Summer. Jemima had almost drooled, admiring Summer's exposed upper body and her enormous, Double-D breasts while her husband and Rhys negotiated. Now, she had to bite her lip to contain a moan of denial when Rhys' hands covered them again. Arousal flowed from Jemima's pussy like spring water coming to the surface after heavy rain. Her clit and nipples throbbed and ached with need, and her mind was melting with unrequited desire.              

Cillian's smug smile didn't help, either. Jem knew her husband adored it when she was this sexually frustrated because it meant that she was ready and willing to do anything to get off. He winked at Rhys and moved close enough to touch his wife. Then, Cillian stroked Jemima's back and let his fingers roam over her taut, rounded ass, and he softly rimmed her rosebud.

"Summer is so beautiful," he teased. "To think her full, pouting lips will soon be wrapped around my glans, and she'll be sucking my cock, and all you can do is watch and wish it was you who was sucking me. Then, as Summer is on her knees sucking me, Rhys will lie on the ground and slide between Summer's parted thighs until she can lick Summer's pussy. And still, all you can do is watch."

"Gawd, Mistress, please!" Summer moaned gutturally. "Make him stop talking about it, or make him do those things to me. I can't stand this teasing."

"Does the slave tell the Mistress now, does she?" Rhys rhetorically asked. "No! Instead, the slave gets punished for her temerity." Rhys grabbed a handful of Summer's hair at the back of her head and dragged her across the room to Cillian's St Andrew's slave cross. She quickly bound her slave to it and then used the various ratchets to stretch Summer painfully.

Jemima mewled protestingly because she was unable to see. Cillian chuckled and moved her box so Jem could watch Rhys punish Summer. After settling his wife so she could watch, Cillian grabbed the stool Rhys had used and placed it beside his wife. His big hand stroked down Jemima's back before he used his fingers to spread her ass cheeks, and then he dipped his middle finger into Jem's pussy as he rimmed her rosebud with his thumb. Although Cillian watched Rhys and Summer, most of his attention was on ensuring he stoked his wife's arousal to a fever pitch but did not allow her to reach her pinnacle and leap off into an orgasm.

After ensuring her slave was tied tightly, Rhys walked to the wall holding the various whips, paddles and floggers Cillian had bought to use on his wife. She chose two. The first was a basic riding crop with large leather pieces on its tip, ensuring the crop wouldn't break the receiver's skin. The second was a steel ring studded leather paddle.

Rhys took them back to the cross and showed them to Summer. "This is for your back, ass and legs," she said, showing Summer the leather flogger. She changed to the crop. "And this is for your saggy tits and flabby belly when I turn you around."

Cillian snorted as he unsuccessfully forced down a laugh. Summer was anything but saggy and flabby. Instead, she was at least as toned and firm as Jemima herself was. But her moan of desire indicated that Summer wasn't averse to being demeaned. The words, if anything, seemed to arouse her more.

"You will count and thank me for each strike," Rhys said with strict finality, knowing she would be obeyed. Rhys had no sooner finished speaking than she reared back and belted Summer across her back, just below her shoulders.

Summer hummed and said, "One, thank you, Mistress." Rhys hit with the same force beneath the first strike, with Summer humming louder before saying, "Two, thank you, Mistress."

Jemima and Cillian exchanged wondering looks. Cillian used the paddles, floggers and whips on Jemima to add sensation to her pleasure. This was the first time they'd seen pain that was accepted as pleasure. It seemed a strange concept to the married couple but one that their new friends seemed to revel in.

Strikes three, four and five followed and were spaced down Summer's back to just above her tailbone. By now, everyone in the room could see and smell Summer's arousal pouring from her gushing pussy. It seemed the young woman was quite the pain slut, and the harder Rhys hit her, the louder her cries of approval became.

Rhys paused as she rubbed the raised welts into Summer's back. She bit the young woman's ear before growling, "Five more on your fat arse. Do you think you'll even feel the strikes through the blubber you carry there?"

"Only if you're mean enough to hit me properly and not like a wuss as you usually do," Summer answered daringly.

"Such brave words from a blubbering, fatty whale," Rhys disparagingly said. "I bet you cry 'red' after just one strike."

"You talk, and yet my ass remains welt-free," Summer dared.

It was an act that Jemima and Cillian were familiar with but didn't like. Summer was a brat or, as Cillian referred to them, a SAM (Smart Assed Masochist). Cillian saw no point in disciplining a SAM because they welcomed the pain. Instead, if Jemima brought home a woman who was like that, Cillian would plug her ears, blindfold her, tie her so she couldn't escape, and leave her in the playroom. He wouldn't return for several hours because he found that the most effective way to bring a brat to heel was to withdraw your affection and attention from them.

However, Summer was Rhys' slave, and this was her show, so Cillian continued to stir Jemima's arousal as the married pair watched Rhys deal with her brat.

Rhys responded by ratcheting Summer's binds even tighter. Summer had to be stretched to the point of severe pain by the time Rhys stopped, but you couldn't have known from her low, excited pants, her rigid nipples and the arousal pouring down her inner thighs.

Satisfied she had her girlfriend as she wanted, Rhys stood back, grinning maliciously. Then, holding the flogger in a double-handed grip, Rhys lashed it across Summer's ass. The strike was so vicious that the married couple winced even though it hadn't been done by or happened to them. However, Summer moaned before shaking her sexy, taut ass, daring her owner to hit her again. Rhys complied, and another wide welt opened across Summer's muscular ass.

"I assume those two strikes weren't powerful enough to count?" Rhys amusedly asked.

"I will count them when they're deserved," Summer dismissed.

Jemima was horrified that someone would encourage this kind of abuse. She'd played with various Bdsm Mistresses before, but never one willing to inflict this level of pain. Cillian, however, seemed fascinated with the action before him. He'd never encountered a genuine pain slut before. Although he and Jem had played with several women who enjoyed some pain with their play, he'd never seen a masochist playing. It seemed that young Summer was one such woman.

"As you wish," Rhys stated before lashing her young slave again.

Finally acknowledging the strike, Summer said, "One, thank you, Mistress."

Jemima felt a frisson of fear because she knew her husband would insist on something similar the next time he decided to take her to his dungeon.

Rhys whacked Summer's ass again, with her slave dutifully saying, "Two, thank you, Mistress."

Another strike across the tops of Summer's ass cheeks caused her to whimper before she said, "Three, thank you, Mistress."

Rhys immediately stepped closer and stroked Summer's back. Although Rhys' words were delivered softly and her actions caring, she still insultingly asked, "Are you blubbering already, you wuss? I thought your jelly ass could barely feel my strikes. Instead, only three hits in, and you're already crying like a baby."

"I'm sorry I disappoint you, Mistress," Summer sobbed.

However, it was clear that this was also part of the game. Summer's nipples were still rock-hard erect, and arousal still flowed like an open faucet from her engorged pussy.

"Perhaps Cillian will be better suited to play with you," Rhys said disparagingly. "A big, strong man like him will be too kind to do more than tap you. What do you say? Should I hand your fat, flabby ass over to Jemima's husband?"

"Yes, please, Mistress," Summer said demurely, but she flashed a bratty grin at Cillian. "Cillian is a kind soul who would never hurt me, though. I will need you to return and finish my front off so that I can achieve an orgasm."

Rhys released the ratchets that were holding her slave tight before turning her to face out and then retying them. She stretched Summer until the young woman moaned before turning to Cillian challengingly and handing him the riding crop she'd chosen earlier. "Think you're up to striping an orgasm out of this lusty wench, big man?" She waited with an eyebrow raised before adding, "Don't worry. I know your wench doesn't have the same fortitude for pain that mine does. I will spank her as I play with her tits and cunt, though."

Cillian acknowledged that he was okay with what Rhys wanted and experimentally hoisted the crop. He'd used it on his wife extensively and had occasionally used it on Angela lightly. However, he'd never used it to cause pain intentionally. Sure, just the use of the crop on bare skin meant pain, but that pain was designed to add piquancy to the pleasure he was eliciting from his lover. Not as a means to give his lovers pleasure.

He looked from the crop to Summer and found she was looking at him with a supercilious look on her face. "So, little one. You like pain, huh? But I find brats don't respond to pain well. Because they enjoy being hurt so much, using pain as a deterrent is counterproductive. Instead, I have found that withdrawal of affection and attention works best to punish a recalcitrant slave."

Cillian manoeuvred the cross until it faced into the corner and away from Jemima and Rhys. Then, he walked swiftly to his room before returning with a pair of noise-cancelling headphones. Next, he took a blindfold from one of the drawers and covered Summer's eyes. Finally, he turned back to Rhys, grinned, winked, and said, "I believe you were going to put my slut through her paces?"

Rhys looked wonderingly at Cillian for a time, trying to figure out why he'd turned Summer into the corner and had made her deaf and blind. Then, she shrugged, figuring she would release her slave if she felt something was amiss, but she was curious to see what effect doing what Cillian had done would have on her. Summer's behaviour over the last few weeks had become more and more bratty, and Rhys was at a loss as to how to prevent further deterioration. Rhys knew from previous experience that Summer occasionally acted out like this when she needed a man's touch, but her recent behaviour seemed beyond that. She turned her attention to the beautiful, milk chocolate-coloured woman writhing before her.

Rhys ran her hands over Jemima's muscular ass, admiring its firm curves and revelling in how it clenched anticipatorily when she lifted her hand or hands from it. Jemima was waiting to be spanked, and she both desired and feared that Rhys would do it. Rhys stroked up the gorgeous Indian woman's spine, touching and tickling her ribs and along the swelling mounds of Jemima's breasts.

"I'd like your slave to call me Mistress while I play with her," Rhys asked Cillian. "I find it more firmly establishes our role, and I think it's disrespectful that she doesn't acknowledge me as such."

"Jemima recognises you as a Mistress," Cillian growled. "Just not her Mistress. She has shown you respect, has she not?" Rhys nodded. "Obeyed your demands as long as they fell beneath her limits?" Rhys nodded again. "Then, you can hardly say she's being respectful, can you?" Rhys had to shake her head because Cillian was right, but she still felt that Jemima should acknowledge her as Mistress when they played. Cillian huffed as he thought. Eventually, he offered a compromise, "She will refer to you as Ma'am or Ms Rhys. Is that a suitable compromise?"

Rhys nodded her head and replied, "I'd prefer to be called Mistress, but if it's a hard limit for your slave, then I will respect it. Jemima is a credit to you, Cillian. Such loyalty is rare."

"I have been blessed beyond any other man," Cillian admitted. "Me, an abject failure at the one thing I was actually any good at, married to the most beautiful woman imaginable. I've never understood what she sees in me, but whatever it is, I'm glad that she does."

"You make her feel safe," Rhys stated. "I've seen how other Indian women who have married outside their race or caste are treated. Plus, if what Jemima says is true, she's also a lesbian in their view. Those two things mean she's been ostracised by her family and was probably beaten quite often. You came in and protected her from the beginning, accepted what she was, and wanted what she offered. When you did that, it was probably the first time in her life Jemima felt it was okay to be herself. With you, Jem can let her guard down and just be herself. I agree that you're lucky to have found her, but I'd also say that Jemima's very lucky to have found you."

Rhys and Cillian turned to Jemima and found her crying. Jemima wasn't sad, just relieved that someone had been able to express what she'd felt but had been unable to articulate.

Rhys continued, "I bet whenever someone at her work acts inappropriately around her, she asks you to visit her for lunch. Am I right?" Cillian nodded his head. "Then, she introduces you to someone, and you instinctively know he's the one who has been bothering her. So, you cross your arms across your massive chest and glower at them, right?" Cillian nodded again. "And a couple of days after that, Jem's back to being her typical happy self, right."

Cillian continued to nod as he listened to Rhys, understanding much better what he gave his wife. How he made her feel, and Cillian realised he was what Jemima needed. He was her sanctuary, her safe place where she could let herself relax and just be her. Also, he allowed her to have her need for female intimacy met without judgment. "She needs me," Cillian breathed, finally understanding.

"More than you'll ever know," Rhys assured him.

They turned to face Jemima, who smiled through her tears and said, "Thank you for explaining what I could not, Rhys. I knew what I felt but not how to explain it. You have done so for me, and I cannot thank you enough. If Cillian agrees, then I will happily call you Mistress during our play sessions."

Cillian smiled and acknowledged he was okay with Jemima calling Rhys 'Mistress' so long as it was only during play. He left Jemima and Rhys and returned to Summer. He shifted the cross until he could face the young woman. Then, he picked up the crop he'd left on top of the cross and lightly flicked Summer's left nipple.

"Ouch!" Summer yelped. She'd felt being moved but was unable to hear or see Cillian. Cillian cropped Summer's right nipple, eliciting another "Ouch!"

Cillian leaned in and pulled the phone off her left ear. "I didn't hear a number or a 'Thank you, Sir,'" he said as if disappointed in the young woman. "Are you any use to me at all? Disobedient and smart-mouthed. Why should I do anything other than leave you tied here until your Mistress is prepared to take you home? Hmm," he continued. "My slave is so much better trained and behaved than you. Perhaps your Mistress will dump your fat ass and stay here to share my girl. I wouldn't complain because my girl is such a lusty, needy wench that some help would be appreciated."

Summer shook her head, denying what Cillian was saying. "She wouldn't dump me like that," Summer stated.

"Wouldn't I?" Rhys sneered. "I've threatened to dump your fat arse over your smart mouth many times. Cillian's wench is so much better behaved than you that perhaps I should take his offer and share her with him."

"No, please, Mistress. I will behave," Summer pleaded.

"You have said you will so many times," Rhys said dismissively. "How can I trust this promise when all the others were so quickly broken?"

"If I become bratty again, you will give me to Master Cillian to punish. I could not bear being made deaf and blind again," Summer offered.

Rhys and Cillian exchanged searching glances until Rhys nodded. "If Cillian is prepared to accept that arrangement, then I think we can make it work, at least in the short term. But it will be up to you, little one. Cillian seems like a patient man, but your brattiness would test Ghandi."

It was Cillian and Jemima's turn to communicate through intense stares. When Jemima nodded, Cillian drawled. "Take my slave to our bedroom and do with her as you will. I will break this brat of her disobedience before bringing her to join you."

Rhys untied Jemima and helped her to her feet before taking her to her bedroom. Cillian watched them go with an amused smile on his face. He momentarily hesitated as he cast his eyes skyward and said, 'Lawd, Jem. What have you got us into now?' However, his eyes returned to the gorgeously toned teenager bound naked to his slave cross, and his thick, erect cock pulsed. Summer was undeniably gorgeous and in better shape than Ange and probably at least as beautiful. He thanked the Gods for his wife again. 'Who else's wife actively encourages their husband to fuck others?' He wondered.

Cillian watched the young woman as she writhed on the cross. Summer's arousal still copiously flowed down her muscular legs, and she was highly aroused. He'd promised to break the young woman, but now he had no real idea how to do it. Using pain was pointless, and Cillian knew that. Pain was pleasure for the young woman, so 'punishing' her disobedience physically was actually rewarding her brattishness, which only served to cement the behaviour because it gave her what she desired.

Cillian waited for inspiration. Cillian had known for most of his life that he wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but although his intellect wasn't sharp like Jemima's or Rhys', if he took his time, inspiration almost always came. It did. Cillian held Summer's jaw to keep her immobile and replaced the sound-cancelling headphones. Then, he turned the white noise maker higher to ensure that Summer couldn't hear anything except for the hissing sound of the white noise. Stepping back, he lashed Summer's right nipple with the crop.

"One, thank you, Master," Summer moaned as she thrust her hips toward Cillian, offering him her sex.

That was what Cillian had expected. Pain as a deterrent was useless; he had to use something else to break the teenager. Pulling the headphone away from Summer's ear, Cillian snarled, "You are not worthy of being my slave, and I am not your Master."

"You let me call you Master earlier," Summer protested confusedly.

"Did I?" Cillian growled. "I remember you saying, 'Hand me to Master Cillian'. Not that I was your Master. I repeat, I am not your Master. You are not worthy of being my slave."

Summer started sobbing as if her heart was breaking. "Will you please be my Master?" She pleaded.

"No," Cillian denied firmly. "You are not worthy." He replaced the headphone and struck Summer's left nipple with the crop.

"Two, thank you, Ma... I do not know what to call you!" Summer wailed.

Cillian removed the phones from an ear long enough to growl, "Sir, will do until you earn the right to call me something else." He stood back and brought the crop sharply up between Summer's legs and onto her exposed entrance.

"Three, thank you, Sir," Summer moaned as her arousal started to crest.

"You will not cum until I tell you that you may," Cillian demanded before covering Summer's ear again.

"No, Sir," Summer pleaded. "I need to cum so badly, and I cannot stop."

Cillian took the headphones off long enough to say. "If you will not follow a simple instruction, I cannot be bothered playing with you. Wait here for me, will you? I'm going to join your Mistress and Jemima in our bedroom." Cillian covered Summer's ears before stepping away so she couldn't feel his presence. Then, he opened and shut the door, knowing the young woman would feel the difference in air pressure as the door opened and closed.

Cillian waited, watching Summer. Being made deaf and blind was very disorienting, and although he wanted Summer to learn obedience, he didn't want to scar the teenager emotionally. Cillian knew being abandoned could psychologically damage a submissive woman, and he would reassure Summer she was never alone when he was sure she'd learned her lesson.

"Sir?" Summer questioned. When she heard no answer, she more plaintively asked, "Sir? Are you there?" Cillian remained silent. Summer started crying. "Please, Sir, come back. I promise I'll be good and stop being a brat. Please? I cannot stand being alone." Cillian's heart went out to the young woman, but he remained stoically quiet. "Everybody abandons me," Summer wailed as tears poured down her face. "Why aren't I ever enough for someone?"

Cillian stepped across to Summer and swiftly removed her blindfold and headphones. He pressed his muscular body to hers and kissed her softly. "You are enough, little one," he reassured her. "We may not like your behaviour, but we love who you are. However, acting like a smart assed masochist has to stop. If you need disciplining to help balance yourself, all you have to do is ask, and Rhys or I will do it." Cillian stepped back and showed Summer the riding crop. "You will not cum until I say you can." He struck Summer between her breasts.

The young woman groaned as she forced her imminent orgasm down. "Four, thank you, Sir."

Cillian knelt so he could access Summer's swollen pussy lips. He immediately noticed how flushed and engorged the young woman's clitoris was. Also, Summer's nubbin was barely covered by a clitoral hood, leaving it delightfully exposed and accessible. He smiled and thought, 'This is going to sting!' He cropped Summer's cum switch three times in quick succession. Summer's hips thrust with each strike, and she struggled to hold back her climax. "You will not cum without permission," Cillian stated coldly. "If you do, I will replace the headphones and blindfold and leave you here for the night."

"Oh, Gawd!" Summer groaned as she shuddered along the length of her orgasm's precipice. However, she finally managed to control herself and mumbled, "Five, six, and seven, thank you, Sir."

On the '... ir' part of 'Sir', Cillian cropped Summer's nipples alternately twice each and then delivered three more stinging slaps to her clitoris with his hand. Summer's eyes rolled back, and she panted, trying to fight her instinctive reaction to pain. Alleviating Summer's addiction and cum response to pain wasn't Cillian's intention. He was teaching the young woman control. If she could control her body's inherent pleasure response to being hurt, then she should find controlling her bratty actions when she was horny so that she was punished and made to suffer was relatively easy.

It took time, time that Cillian was happy to give her, but Summer got herself under control. She gulped twice as she forced herself to be calm. She swallowed again before saying, "Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, and fourteen, thank you, Sir."

Cillian stood and pressed his body against the writhing, bound girl. Bending his knees a little allowed him to push his cock between her thighs and against her perineum. Then, Cillian kissed and petted Summer as he rubbed his shaft over her entrance and along her taint. "You're doing great, little one," he told her. "Make it to fifteen for me without cumming, and I'll reward you. Okay?"

"Yes, Sir!" Summer exclaimed. Rhys rarely praised her slave and never rewarded her good behaviour. Instead, she only paid any real attention to her when Summer acted like a spoiled child. This, combined with Summer's natural pleasure response to pain, had combined to create the brat who Cillian was retraining. Cillian believed there was a sweet, submissive girl lurking beneath the brat, and he worked to bring her out.

Knowing that if he continued pumping his lengthy cock along Summer's pussy they'd both cum, Cillian reluctantly stepped back before kneeling before Summer's pussy again. "I'm not holding back for the last strike," he warned her. "Cum and be made deaf and blindfolded and then left facing the corner while I go and help your Mistress fuck my wife. Control yourself, and I will reward you."

"I understand, Sir," Summer breathlessly stated.

It would be challenging for the young woman not to cum, and Cillian knew that. Even without the stimulation on her pussy his cock had given her. Summer's typical reaction to receiving pain was to climax. However, Cillian knew that if he could coax the young woman through this, Summer would feel proud that she'd pleased him, which would go a long way in adjusting her behaviour. "Remember," he instructed. "Control your climax, and I will reward you. Cum, and I will leave you here deaf and blind and facing the corner."

"Yes, Daddy," Summer said. "I will obey, I promise."

Cillian found being called 'Daddy' a little jarring, but as he considered it, he realised that it resonated for him, and he found he liked that designation. It felt more apt than 'Sir', and he didn't even like Jemima calling him 'Master', let alone someone who wasn't his slave or submissive. Cillian and Jemima played with Bdsm using the equipment he'd either bought or made himself, but theirs wasn't a Master/slave relationship other than when Jemima brought someone home for them to share.

Internally shrugging, Cillian slapped Summer's pussy as hard as he could, knowing the severe pain would likely send the young woman into orgasmic raptures. However, despite shuddering and moaning as her entire body and mind screamed at her to climax, Summer forced her orgasm response down and groaned, "Fifteen, thank you, Daddy."

Cillian immediately stood and released the young woman. Then, as she collapsed against him, he lifted her as if she weighed less than a feather and lowered her onto his stupendous pole. He eased her down until he felt his cock's head nestle against her cervix. "You like a little pain, huh? Let's see what you think of this." He pulled back and thrust back in firmly. Cillian's enormous tool raced up Summer's soaking passage and rapped against her cervix sharply.

"Fuck!" Summer swore. "Do that again!" Cillian pulled back and rammed home again, his dick's tip crashing against Summer's cervix. "Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck!" Summer shouted. "Do me, Daddy! Do your little girl like the slut she is!"

Cillian grinningly obeyed, holding the young woman by her hip and shoulder and lifting her up and down his turgid shaft as he rammed his hips up to meet her downward plunge. It only took around seven plunges before Summer's head tipped back, and she screamed her orgasm to the ceiling. She came so hard that, for the first time, her pussy squirted its juices over Cillian's big balls.

Cillian effortlessly supported the unconscious woman across to a bench, where he tied her face down. Taking a broader paddle than the one Rhys had used off the wall, Cillian ruthlessly shoved his thumb through Summer's sphincter into her tight ass. Simultaneously, he rammed two fingers into her soaking pussy and scraped his nails across her G-spot. Summer's eyes flew open when she felt Cillian's invading digits, but before she could complain, he pinched his fingers and thumb together. He pulled away before bringing the paddle stingingly down onto Summer's muscular ass.

Summer's inground reaction to pain catapulted the young woman into another orgasm. She tried to gasp her required response, but before she could, Cillian walloped her ass again. Summer screamed as another cataclysmic climax rattled her bones. Her pussy continually fluttered open as she orgasmed, ejecting copious amounts of pussy fluid over Cillian's wrist.

When the young woman's squeals changed to groans and then mumbled moans, Cillian finally relented. He removed his digits from Summer's orifices and gently rubbed her welted ass, complimenting her reactions and how she responded to him. Cillian told her how proud he was of her that she made it to fifteen without climaxing.

Summer let the words wash over her. They ignited profound feelings of submissiveness, and she knew she'd found a worthy man to serve. Summer eventually became aware of how soaked she and the area around her was. "Did I wet myself?" She embarrassedly asked.

"No, little one," Cillian reassured her. "You squirted many times as you climaxed."

"I've never done that before," Summer said awedly. "I've seen and been with other girls who do it, but it has never happened to me before." She then noticed that Cillian was still achingly erect. His thick 8-inch cock bounced before her, and her eyes raised to meet his. "You haven't cum yet?" She disbelievingly asked.

"Making sure you got what you needed before I took care of myself," Cillian smilingly explained. "I wanted to show you that having self-control is possible, and you didn't need to always surrender to your basest need."

Summer's eyes were fixated on Cillian's enormous throbbing tool. She licked her lips and said, "May I taste you, Daddy?"

Cillian chuckled before moving close enough to allow Summer to suck him. "Oh, lawd," he moaned as his cock disappeared into the young woman's mouth down to its root. Jemima was one of the few who could readily swallow him whole. Angela had tried many times but couldn't get the last inch or so to fit. Here, Summer had effortlessly gobbled his entire cock in one swift plunge.

Summer hummed delightedly around Cillian's thick shaft as she lavished it with her tongue. She'd dreamed of servicing big cocks from the moment her hormones had kicked in, and she learned what her pussy should be used for. Unfortunately for her, the largest cock she'd come across had been a miserly less than six inches. She'd learned in passing that length was about average, but she still craved trying to see how long a dick she could accept into her orifices.

Summer now knew that a man who had an 8-inch cock was too much for her tight little pussy. However, she had two more holes to try, and she was delighted to learn she could accept Cillian's length down her throat. She worked his cock lasciviously, trying to give her new man the same pleasure he'd given her. To her delight, she felt Cillian's enormous tool swell inside her mouth, and it suddenly began hosing the inside of her mouth with cum. Despite sucking and swallowing as rapidly as she could, some of Cillian's salty seed escaped her lips before she could.

Eventually, Cillian softened in her mouth, and Summer reluctantly let him fall out. Then, she used her fingers to gather his spilled essence and fed it into her mouth. Summer hummed again, and she smiled coquettishly at the thirty-year-old. "I hope you're not done yet, Daddy?" She moved onto her hands and knees and faced away from the muscular ex-AFL player. Then, Summer waggled her roundly toned ass enticingly. "One more hole for you to fill, Daddy."

Cillian grinned at the young ingenue's boldness, but he opened a nearby drawer and removed a bottle of lube. Opening the bottle, he poured a generous amount over Summer's pucker hole and some over his right hand. Next, Cillian worked his index finger into Summer's ass. She accepted that finger without complaint, so he quickly added a second and then a third finger. Then, forcing his fingers apart, Cillian worked Summer's sphincter wide open enough to accept his cock's thick head.

Summer moaned, her body rocking back and forth as she revelled in having her bottom hole gaped. Deciding she was ready, Cillian stood before bending his knees slightly so he could line his reawakened cock up with Summer's dark hole. Knowing the young slut would welcome the pain, Cillian gripped Summer's shoulders before jamming his hips forward and ripping her back. His meaty tool ploughed Summer's knot open and roared up her dark passage until Cillian's muscular abdomen slammed into Summer's toned ass.

"Fuck, yes, Daddy!" Summer squealed, immediately cresting from the pain and delight of being anally rogered by an enormous cock.

Cillian grunted in response before pushing Summer forward until only his cock's tip remained inside the gorgeous young woman. Then, he repeated his earlier action. Although Summer's ass had loosened after his first passage up it, she was still exceedingly tight. However, the pain was something that Summer invited, and she continuously crested as Cillian pounded her rear fuck hole.

Eventually, it all became too much, and Summer howled, "Cum in me, Daddy. Cum in your slave's ass!"

Cillian was more than happy to oblige. He was a real man who took pride in pleasing his lovers before himself. However, he'd been teasing and playing with Jemima and Summer for hours, and his huge balls ached for more release than he'd so far provided them. Thrusting as deeply into Summer's ass as possible, Cillian gripped her Double-D breasts and squeezed them mercilessly, igniting another orgasm in the young woman. Then, growling far back in his chest, Cillian bit where Summer's neck joined her shoulders and erupted inside the gorgeous teenager. He grunted with every scalding spurt, his hips unawarely thrusting back and forth as he spent himself inside her.

His orgasm finally over, Cillian sagged onto weakened knees as Summer collapsed onto her breasts and stomach. The lovers panted from their exertions until Cillian took a deep, cleansing breath and stood up. He picked the young woman up effortlessly and carried her to the shower. He held Summer under the warm water until her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him. Cillian let her feet fall to the ground, and then, supporting her, he carefully washed the sweat and their combined secretions off her divine, young body.

After he'd completed washing Summer, she took the washer and returned the favour. Of course, her 'cleaning' Cillian's cock meant it quickly inflated and stood rampantly erect. Smiling seductively, Summer knelt and took his throbbing member in her hand. She teasingly kissed its head several times before widening her jaws and swallowing him whole. Cillian was amazed again by how easily she could accept his entire cock down her throat without gagging. Jemima could do it, but she'd practised for many weeks before she could successfully do it.

"Oh, Gawd, baby girl," Cillian groaned as he emptied his big sack into the young woman's throat.

Summer swallowed gamely, trying to keep up with the excessive flow. She mostly succeeded but still had to capture some with her fingers. She fed that back into her mouth after swallowing Cillian's last eruption.

Cillian helped her to her feet before kissing her passionately. That surprised Summer because none of her previous male lovers would. Not until after she'd rinsed and gargled. Noticing Summer's amazement and intuiting its reason, Cillian said, "If a man is unwilling to thank you with a kiss for blowing him, then you should dump his ignorant ass immediately. I bet after they've gone down on you, they expect you to kiss them as thanks for doing so."

Cillian was right, Summer realised. Everyone who had gone down on her, men and women, expected to be kissed after they'd made her cum. However, only the women would return the favour after she'd gone down on them. She smiled happily as she gazed at him lovingly. Summer was very much an equal-opportunity slut, loving to have sex with men, women, or anyone in between. However, Cillian's obviously masculine presence had her motors revving higher than she could remember.

She hoped he'd want to play some more, but Cillian turned off the water and stepped out. "Let's go and see what your Mistress and my wife are up to, shall we?" He handed Summer a towel and quickly dried himself. After teasingly helping Summer 'dry off', mostly tweaking and teasing her nipples and clit, Cillian picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

Jemima's arousal flowed down her inner thighs as she followed Rhys from the playroom. Although she'd set out tonight to find a feminine woman like Summer to play with, she was still intensely attracted to butch women. Rhys was the epitome of a powerful woman who was coincidentally also a lesbian. Rhys' build was in between the muscular, bordering on fat Lesley and the slender, androgynous-looking Tina, and Jemima's sweet, tight pussy oozed her arousal as she anticipated serving the staunch young woman.

Rhys waited until she'd closed the door before she turned and gripped Jemima's nipples between her thumbs and fists. Twisting mercilessly, Rhys dragged Jem to her knees. Then, Rhys quickly disrobed before taking a handful of Jemima's long, lustrous black hair and forcing Jem's mouth against her pussy. "Lick, bitch," Rhys demanded. "Show your Mistress what a good little cunt licker you are."

Jemima huffed happily as she opened her mouth and welcomed the salty, tangy secretions Rhys' pulsating pussy offered her. Initially, Jemima encircled Rhys' entrance with her lips and repeatedly stabbed her tongue into the younger woman's vulva.

"Oh, my," Rhys cooed delightedly. "You are a talented pussy licker indeed!" She pulled on Jem's hair until her lips were centred over her pleasure nub. "Yes!" She hissed. "Suck, lick. Yes! More. Harder! Bite! Harder. Yes!" Rhys screamed as her first climax struck with the force of a meteor hitting Earth.

Jemima sucked, licked and bit as she was instructed and was delighted when Rhys came, and her heavy secretions poured over her chin and down her neck. Rhys held Jem's head to her pussy tightly as she ground her hairy pussy against the older woman's face. She climaxed a second time before dragging Jem over to the bed. Using the power she had, Rhys tossed Jem onto the bed before leaping after her. Rhys forced Jemima's hands above her head and used the ropes she'd brought from the dungeon to tie Jemima's wrists to the headboard.

Happy that she had the gorgeous Indian woman securely bound, Rhys roughly turned Jemima's body onto its side. Then, holding Jem's long, shapely leg tightly, Rhys scissored her pussy against the older woman's. Having Rhys' clit deliciously dragging across hers and being roughly used by the muscular lesbian crashed Jemima into an expansive, ear-splitting climax.

Jemima's climax spurred Rhys to greater heights. Holding the gorgeous Indian woman's right leg tightly, Rhys walloped her ass as she tribbed her pussy across Jemima's. Rhys growled, "Slut's like you are always multi-orgasmic, so stop holding back and cum for me, you dumb slut!"

The growled demand, combined with the stinging slaps on her taut ass and the hairy pussy dragging over her clit exploded in Jemima's brain and pussy. Her head tipped back, and she howled her pleasure to the skies.

Rhys had only just begun. She pulled Jemima's bedside drawer open because she knew that was where most women kept their vibrators. She felt beneath Jemima's panties and was delighted when she found a strap-on dildo. Rhys pulled it out and was momentarily awed by its length and girth. Cillian's extensive pants bulge hinted he was quite well hung, but if this strap-on cock was any indication, he was hung like a bull.

Stepping off the bed, Rhys inserted the double end into her pussy and buckled the 'cock' into place. Then, to ensure the maximum comfort for Jemima, she sat on the older woman's extensive rack and slapped her lips with the 'cock'. "Suck, bitch!" She demanded. Jemima chuckled throatily as her pussy frothed, then she opened her full, pouty lips and lifted her head. The first half of Rhys' 'cock' slid into her mouth, and then Rhys held the back of Jem's head and remorselessly drove the rest of her 'cock' down Jemima's throat.

Rhys was amazed when her pelvis hit Jemima's nose, and Jem hadn't gagged. Rhys pulled back and repeated her inward thrust, only for Jem to suck noisily and hum around the 'dick' in her mouth. Rhys chuckled, "So, little one. Not only are you a stupendous carpet muncher, but you're an amazing cocksucker, too?"

Rhys pulled her 'cock' from Jemima's mouth long enough to let her answer. "A good girl services her betters to the best of her ability," Jemima said demurely. "Part of that is swallowing all my man has to offer without embarrassing him or her by choking."

"What would happen if I rolled you over and rammed this in your ass?" Rhys asked, tapping Jemima's lips with her strap-on.

"I'd scream in pain. Cillian would hear me and come running, and you'd be a bloody pulp on our front lawn a few seconds later," Jemima said honestly, without any exaggeration.

"So, not into severe pain. Got it," Rhys grinned. "Seeing as I'm not either, it's best that I avoid making you scream in pain." She thought momentarily. "I assume you enjoy some pain?" Jemima nodded. "Safe words?"

"Orange if I need you to back off the intensity and red if I need you to stop and release me," Jemima confirmed.

"Have you had to use 'red' very often?" Rhys asked as she reached behind her ass and tweaked Jemima's nipples.

"No," Jemima confirmed. "Cillian uses pain to enhance your pleasure, not as an end in itself. Your girl is obviously into pain for its own sake, but if you do something like you did with her to me, I'll yell 'red' immediately."

"Got it," Rhys acknowledged. "Pain as a counterpoint to pleasure, and only mild pain, too." She planned her next move before deciding on a tried-and-true method. Working quickly, Rhys untied the beautiful older woman and rolled her onto her stomach before retying her. Then, Rhys stacked pillows under Jemima's hips to arch her ass up in the air. "Paddles?" Rhys asked.

"There should be some on the back wall of my walk-in robe," Jemima said wantingly.

Rhys opened the robe and walked to the back, marvelling at how many clothes and accessories her new lover had. She found a leather paddle about the size of a ping-pong bat hanging on the wall and brought it out. After swishing it back and forth a few times, Rhys decided it was ideal for what she wanted and returned to the bed.

She expected that Jem's arousal would have waned without her caresses on her body. Instead, she found that the dusky Indian woman was writhing and barely suppressing her aroused moans. Rhys inwardly giggled as she stroked her hand over Jemima's tight ass buns and tickled her perineum. Placing her thumb against Jem's pucker hole firmly, Rhys eased two fingers inside the older woman's pussy and searched for her G-spot. She found it on the first attempt and scrapped her short nails over that delightful spot as she readied her paddle.

Rhys waited until Jemima was panting and on the edge of a climax and then brought the paddle stingingly down onto the older woman's taut ass. Simultaneously with her strike, Rhys forced her thumb through Jemima's pucker and into her dark passage. Twisting her hand back and forth, Rhys drove her lover closer to her peak before striking her tight buns again. The sting backed Jemima's impending orgasm up several steps, but when Rhys replaced her fingers with her 'cock', Jemima leapt over the final few steps and howled as a cataclysmic orgasm blasted her from her peak.

The writhing mid-thirties woman climaxed a second time as Rhys roughly fucked her distended pussy. A third orgasm followed when Rhys flailed Jem's divine ass with the paddle.

Deciding it was time to be rewarded for her efforts, Rhys unbuckled and tossed the strap-on aside before releasing Jemima and rolling her onto her back. She straddled the older woman's breasts and lowered her sopping pussy onto Jemima's lips. Holding her clitoral hood back to expose her nubbin, Rhys growled, "Lick, bitch. Make your Mistress scream!"

Jemima was more than happy to obey, and she repeated her earlier actions, suctioning her lips around Rhys' drooling entrance and stabbing her tongue into the young woman's pussy. Rhys leaned back so she could grip Jemima's nipples again. Leaning back broke the suction seal that Jem had established around Rhys' vulva, and there was a loud slurping/farting sound before Jem tilted her head to remake the seal. The women stopped, surprised by the sudden rude sound before they both burst out laughing.

Rhys released Jemima's nipples and straightened up so the older woman could continue sucking on and stabbing her tongue into Rhys' pussy. Jem's eyes gazed devotedly up at her newest lover. She suppressed her grin when Rhys' eyes closed, and the young woman grabbed her tiny nipples and squeezed them while pulling them away from her chest. Like the previous time, Rhys' need to hasten her orgasm made her grip Jemima's luscious black locks and raggedly hump her face before she squealed as her climax blasted through her.

Pleased with her milk chocolate-coloured lover, Rhys spun one hundred and eighty degrees before diving head first onto Jemima's pussy. Rhys was a little shorter than her gorgeous lover, but not by enough to matter, and she was able to continue offering her wet slit to the beautiful Indian woman.

To her surprise, given that she was the one who typically controlled things, Rhys orgasmed first. However, Jemima was only a few seconds behind her. They crested again when their lover's hot squeals blew over their clits. Neither woman was satisfied yet, and after controlling their breathing, both women dipped their heads back onto the other's slit.

Being daringly forceful for a change, Jemima gripped Rhys' head with her muscular thighs and held the younger woman's ass firmly. Then, she rolled so that she was on top. Jemima immediately dropped her lips back onto Rhys' nubbin and sucked hard whilst simultaneously battering it with her tongue.

Jemima could feel that Rhys' was close to her peak and felt powerful, having driven her lover there. But before they could leap from their peaks together, Cillian unceremoniously lifted Jemima off her lover. Before Jem could object, Cillian had cuffed her wrists and ankles together before attaching the chain that connected Jemima's wrist handcuffs to her ankle ones, and Jemima was hog-tied and on her side. Cillian lifted Jem as if she were weightless and lay her across the bed close to the headboard.

Summer laughed happily before taking Jemima's place on top of her Mistress. Her laugh turned into a gasp when Cillian's muscular legs surrounded hers, and he vigorously thrust his enormous cock into her dripping gash. Rhys, who was whole-heartedly a lesbian, nevertheless had some experience with a cock, and she didn't object when Cillian's stupendous dick slid across her lips and rammed into her slave's gash. She even willingly licked it when Cillian pulled out, knowing it was what Summer needed.

Cillian spied the paddle that Rhys had used on his wife and picked it up. Then, as he viciously punched his cock into the young woman beneath him, he whaled on her ass, lighting it up like a Christmas tree.

Surprisingly, it was the bound Jemima who came first. It had been too long since she last got to see her husband fuck a nubile young woman, and Jem's libido had redlined. Cillian looked over his shoulder, chuckling as he watched his wife writhe. Jemima's sole stimulation came from rubbing her leanly muscular thighs together, and with the pronounced gap between them, doing that provided hardly any friction at all. He turned back to his two current lovers.

Rhys, her jaw hurting from licking her slave's pussy and enduring having a cock on her lips, flipped around. Then, she slid her sweltering pussy under Summer's lips and offered it to her. Despite constantly moaning and demanding that Cillian fuck and hit her harder, Summer did her best to pleasure her Mistress.

Cillian drove Summer to three quick climaxes before the youngster started cresting again. Her moans changed from high-pitched yips to deeper and more guttural grunts. Cillian could tell her orgasm this time would be one that rattled the windows, so he switched to a leather cat 'o' nine-tails mini-flogger he kept in his nightstand for when Jemima's needs grew too high for basic sex.

Gripping the leather flogger, Cillian rammed his hips forward as he wrenched Summer back. Simultaneously with his abdomen powerfully smacking into the young woman's ass, Cillian lashed her buttocks with the flogger. He slammed and whipped Summer twice more before she shoved back at him hard and froze. He held his hips still but fell forward and grabbed Summer's generous globes. Then, he pinched and twisted her nipples mercilessly.

"Ohhhhhhhh mmyyyyyyyyyyyy ffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccckkkkkkkiiiiiiiiinnnggggg Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwddddddddd!" Summer screamed as her pussy ejaculated lady juices over Cillian's golf ball-sized testes. She collapsed onto her Mistress.

"If you think you're getting away with only that, you have another think coming, slut," Rhys sneered, unceremoniously pushing Summer off her and onto her back. Rhys stepped off the bed momentarily to reseat and buckle up the strap-on she'd borrowed from Jemima. She covered her 'cock' with lube and then said to Cillian, "Take her in her slut cunt and then roll over so I can fuck her ass."

Jemima moaned, but Summer still lay unmoving. However, Cillian wasn't shy in following Rhys' instruction, and he moved between the passed-out youngster's shapely thighs and inserted his massive member into Summer's frothing pussy. Slipping his hand under the young woman's rounded ass, Cillian held them together as he rolled onto his back.

Rhys waited expectantly, but her slave remained quiescent, so she picked up Cillian's discarded whip and lashed Summer's ass. "On your knees, you dumb slut," she snarled. Summer got onto her hands and knees groaningly, and when she was, Rhys knelt behind her, positioned her 'cock' at Summer's dark passage and then remorselessly drilled it into her.

Summer groaned as Rhys rudely opened her ass passage, but then she gamely shoved her bottom back to meet Rhys' next thrust. Very quickly, she was rabbiting her hips up and down Cillian's giant tool and slamming her ass back at her Mistress' 'cock'. Summer started moaning as she slammed back and forth between her two lovers, and it seemed that Jemima's arousal climbed with Summer's. The two submissive women orgasmed simultaneously.

Rhys looked over her shoulder and realised that Jem had shifted until she could peer between the coupling threesome's legs and watch the two 'cocks' inside of Summer. Rhys was amazed by how much watching her husband fuck turned the Indian woman on. An evil plan, fully hatched, sprung into her mind. "Ball gag?" She queried Cillian.

"In a drawer below where you found the whip," Cillian directed.

Rhys got off the bed and retrieved the ball gag, which she tied around Jemima's head, forcing Jem's jaws wide apart and preventing any movement other than with her lips. Then, she rolled Jemima onto her back, ignoring how uncomfortable Jem was in that position. Rhys manhandled the gorgeous milk chocolate-skinned woman to where she was lying lengthways along the bed with her knees against the headboard. She then told Summer to kneel with her pussy over Jemima's head and facing the bottom of the mattress. When Summer was in place, Rhys straddled Jemima's head and thrust her 'cock' back into Summer's pussy.

Cillian watched Rhys' preparations amusedly before swinging his long legs off the bed and walking to the bed's base. He grabbed a handful of Summer's hair and pulled her head back. Taking his thick, throbbing cock in his hand, Cillian slapped Summer's lips until she groaned and opened her mouth. Cillian didn't hesitate and rammed his entire cock into Summer's mouth and down her throat, making her choke and gag. "Take it, bitch!" He snarled.

Jemima whimpered beneath Rhys. Although she revelled in watching the staunch lesbian above her fucking her slave, Jemima's greatest turn-on was watching her husband fuck some pretty young thing, and that was currently being denied her. She lifted her head and tried to stimulate Summer's pussy, but the most she could do was graze her lips over where Summer's nub approximately was.

Cillian could see that his wife was moving but not what she was doing. He intuited what Jemima would typically do in that situation, though, and he knew what she needed. He moved away from Summer's mouth and encouraged the mated pair to move aside. When they were clear, he picked Jemima up and carried her back to the playroom. Then, after releasing her wrist and ankle cuffs, Cillian laid his wife on a narrow bench before securing her hands above her head and her feet to the bench's legs. Next, he removed a leather strap from one of the desk drawers and fastened Jemima's forehead to the bench she lay on, preventing her from moving.

Once he was satisfied that Jemima was immobile, Cillian retrieved a microphone stand and its attached magic wand vibrator from one of the room's corners. He adjusted the stand until the magic wand pressed firmly against Jemima's clitoris, and then he turned it on.

The bench was long enough that Cillian could position Summer to face Jem's head. Then, he bent her over until she had to support herself with her hands on the bench, her pussy bare centimetres from Jemima's wanting lips. Cillian chuckled as his wife struggled to reach the glistening pussy barely above her lips. He gestured that Rhys should re-take her slave's pussy.

Jemima moaned loudly and gutturally when she saw Rhys swing her leg over her body and squat so she could slide her 'cock' into her slave's pussy. Jem moaned louder when Rhys, after pouring some oil onto Summer's pucker hole, removed her cock from her submissive's pussy and forcefully rammed it into her ass. Jemima's moans became continual when she heard Summer's lips noisily sucking on her husband's dick.

Rhys could feel Jemima's wanton arousal because the older woman's body gave off heat like a furnace. Also, Jemima's entire body was undulating as she enjoyed the vibrating pressure on her exposed clit. To Rhys' amazement, Cillian continued to ignore his wife wholly and, instead, concentrated on his cock sliding in and out of Summer's mouth.

However, Cillian wasn't as unaware of Jemima as he appeared. Although his attention was mostly on achieving an orgasm in Summer's sucking orifice, he knew that Jemima was nearing the limit her mind could take without being granted some relief and release for her arousal. He was close to cumming, so he gripped Summer's ears firmly and held her head still as he throat-fucked her. Cillian's release was on him, but instead of cumming down Summer's throat, he pulled out and swiftly circled the bench to stand over his wife's dripping, overheated pussy. He pulled the stand away, and after two quick tugs when he got there, Cillian groaned luxuriantly as his enormous knob exploded and squirted semen over Jemima's exposed pussy and lower stomach.

The rapturous feeling of having her beloved husband's seed spraying onto her clitoris and entrance exploded Jemima from her orgasm's launchpad and sent her spinning into a series of almost cataclysmic climaxes. Rhys and Summer turned to watch, amazed that the gorgeous woman would find watching her husband fuck others so sexually exciting.

Cillian smiled lovingly down at his wife. She was his life--his very reason to maintain faith in himself. If Jem decided that his playtime with others was over, then Cillian wouldn't object or mind in the least. He knew that Jemima knew that he and his mates fucked as many sluts and ladyboys as they could when they took their annual trip to Bali. The only restriction that Cillian had was to practice safe sex. Something he would have done even if he was single.

Cillian was immensely grateful when Jem brought home a young thing for him to fuck, but he wouldn't have even regretted not fucking them if Jemima had only wanted them for herself. He knew that Jem had broken it off with Leslie, Angela, and Tina because they wouldn't fuck him, too. He vividly remembered when his wife had brought home a woman who professed to be bisexual but then wouldn't let Cillian anywhere near her. Jemima had thrown her out on her bony ass without any help from him.

Jemima was a cum-covered disgrace. Her entire pussy area, pudenda and stomach was covered with Cillian's ejaculate. If her hands were free, she'd be gathering his spend with her fingers and greedily feeding it into her mouth. But she was still bound and helpless. Even having had a momentous orgasm, Jemima's needs still raged. Her pussy ached to be filled, and her clitoris throbbed in time with her nipples.

"Slut Summer," Cillian growled. "Get over here and clean my slave up."

Summer mewled with need as she scurried over and knelt between Jemima's lasciviously spread knees. She started with the few drops that Cillian had sprayed over Jemima's breasts, pausing to suckle and nibble on Jemima's delightfully hard nipples lovingly. She kissed down the older woman's taut stomach, hoovering Cillian's semen into her mouth as she went. The majority of Cillian's spend was over Jemima's pudenda and pussy, and Summer delighted in probing her tongue along Jem's slit and over her clitoris, searching for every millilitre of Cillian's ejaculate.

Jemima's arousal soared again as the young woman's lips and tongue sucked and licked her entrance and clit. As best as she could, being tied so severely, Jemima writhed, trying to force greater contact between her sweltering pussy and Summer's lips and tongue. However, the young woman, who was no stranger to Sapphic sex, rode up when Jemima lifted her hips and maintained the same light, teasing touch.

"Please," Jemima mewled. "Please. I need it."

"Please, what?" Rhys taunted. "What does a slut like you need?"

"To cum," Jemima pleaded. "I need to cum so badly."

Rhys looked at Cillian, who grinned back. Then, he adjusted Jemima's position on the bench so that half of her shapely ass hung off the edge. He told Summer to turn around and lower her pussy onto Jem's face, and then he straddled the bench and drove his meaty cock into the youngster's fluttering pussy. "Take Jem's pussy," he offered Rhys. "Make her cum until her head explodes."

Jemima, hearing her husband's words, growled loudly into Jemima's pussy as she stabbed her tongue into the young woman's vulva. Her growl turned into an appreciative moan when Rhys slid her 'cock' into Jemima's gaping pussy. Her growl returned when above her eyes, Cillian's enormous wang hove into view and speared into Summer's frothing vulva.

Jemima lashed Summer's clit and her husband's shaft with her tongue. She couldn't reach Cillian's ball sack because she was tied too tightly, but she did her best to help her new lover and her husband to climax. She did it eagerly because this was her opportunity to do what she loved best--eat her husband's cum from a gorgeous young thing's sloppy pussy.

Knowing what his wife wanted, Cillian didn't hold back and punched his hefty cock into the willing young woman's pussy as viciously as he could. He held Summer's toned buttocks so tightly that ten fingerprint-sized bruises appeared on her ass the following day. His orgasm hit, and Cillian's body locked into a rictus as his enormous cock pulsed and squirted its baby-making seed into Willow. His hips jerked after his first cum explosion before locking back in against Summer's ass. He grunted several more times as he filled Summer's spasming pussy.

Watching her husband's golf ball-sized testes snap against his shaft and twitch as they dumped their load into Cillian's shaft was enough on its own to spit Jemima into a gigantic, bone-rattling orgasm. When that delectable sight was combined with a staunchly-built lesbian woman forcefully fucking her cunt, it seemed that Jem's climax would never end. She shook, shuddered, and squealed for several minutes before her voice warbled comically, and she passed out.

Cillian gathered himself and eased out of Summer's over-full pussy. He released Jemima from her binds and carried her to their bed. He lay her on the bed tiredly and climbed in beside her. Rhys and Summer had followed him. He smiled and said, "It'd be great if you join us in bed, but there's a queen-sized bed in the room left of this one if you'd prefer."

Rhys and Sunner didn't hesitate. Rhys got in beside Jemima and lay against her side, and Summer got in behind Cillian. Her small hand circled his hip and grabbed his lengthy cock. All three quickly joined Jemima in Morpheus' arms.

The End.