Chapter Seven
Noel felt a little nervous as Keith drove the three of them to the party. She’d never been to Max, Sean, and Cali’s house before, even though she’d met the trio several times and was very familiar with their work.
Keith owned quite a few of their paddles and other implements, and they’d been used on both her and Scott plenty of times.
She’d never thought she’d ever end up in the position she was now in, with not one guy, but two. A husband…and a Master.
Who was also her husband’s Master.
She wasn’t complaining, of course, but there were days she still woke up and pinched herself because she couldn’t believe her good fortune. Two men who loved her, who she loved, who loved each other.
Perfection.
Kinky, but perfection.
And now Keith had drawn a deep masochistic streak out of her that, before this, she never would have imagined existed before.
Ever.
And both she and he were enjoying nurturing it and expanding her horizons.
Scott didn’t usually get out with them as often as they wished because of his work schedule. A 911 operator, sometimes there were weekends he worked and couldn’t go out with them, either to the club or to a private party.
Fortunately, this weekend happened to be an off weekend for him, and he could join them at this event.
She liked it better when it was the three of them.
And the nice thing about the private house parties was the ability to cut loose and scene in a way they couldn’t at the club.
Sexually speaking.
Noel was also looking forward to trying one of Max and Sean’s newest bondage benches. Keith had kept both her and Scott on edge all day, working them up into a sexual frenzy and not letting them orgasm, promising they would come all they could handle tonight…if they were good.
Meaning if they let his sadistic side run free with them for a while.
She was good with that. If it meant he’d finally let her come, sure.
Hell, at this point, there wasn’t much she wouldn’t let Keith do to her if he’d just finally let her have an orgasm!
Scott had spent part of the morning hogtied and licking her pussy while she’d been tied up and sucking Scott’s cock.
Only Keith had been allowed to come, with her sucking his cock and Scott tonguing his balls.
And both she and Scott had worn vibrating butt plugs the entire time.
Damn sadist.
Keith took almost maniacal pleasure in edging both of them to the point of them begging, pleading, promising to do nearly anything for him to give them relief.
Again, not that she was complaining, but there was only so much a girl could take before she hit her limit and needed a really good orgasm.
That limit currently lay about three miles in her rearview mirror.
The downside? She knew Keith would do forced orgasm torture on her, swinging across the pendulum from making her beg to have an orgasm to making her beg to stop coming.
Which, admittedly, wasn’t a bad dilemma to have on the grand scale of things.
After they arrived and settled in, Noel wasn’t surprised when Keith immediately pulled them aside, ordered them to strip, and then attached lightweight chains to their matching nipple rings, from which he attached lightweight leashes. He also buckled matching leather cuffs and collars on them.
“I don’t think either of you will have trouble staying with me, will you?” His deliciously evil grin churned Noel’s need.
“No, Sir,” they both echoed.
When Keith reached between her legs, first to flick at the clit hood piercing she sported there, then to slide two fingers into her pussy, he arched an eyebrow at her.
“Looks like someone’s trained to get wet, aren’t they?”
No reason to deny it. “Yes, Sir.”
He reached up and her lips opened automatically as he slid his fingers into her mouth, waiting while she laved her tongue over them, cleaning her juices from his fingers.
Then he leaned in and kissed her. “Such a good girl. My very good girl.”
Those two words, good girl, could melt the panties right off her every damn time.
Metaphorically speaking, of course. Not that she was usually allowed to wear panties around the house.
Then Keith leaned in and wrapped his fingers around Scott’s cock, squeezing until the man moaned, his cock inflating under Keith’s fingers. Scott sported a PA piercing in the end of his cock that, at first, had made things rather difficult and interesting for Scott because of the logistics of him having to abstain from sex while it healed.
Meanwhile, it had made things exceptionally amusing for Keith, who took every opportunity he could to get and keep Scott hard and needy throughout the healing process.
“Who’s my good boy?” Keith asked him.
Scott was already on the road to subspace. “I’m your good boy, Sir.”
“Yes, you are.”
For a couple of hours they chatted with their friends, socialized, watched others play, and ate dinner. Noel and Scott spent the time in a heightened state of sexual frustration as Keith took every opportunity he could to build Scott and Noel’s arousal.
They eventually ended up out on the lanai after night fell. The privacy fence and tall shrubbery around the backyard and lanai meant the neighbors couldn’t see what was going on. The bondage frame was occupied with a waiting list of people who wanted to make use of it.
But Kel had also brought thick MMA mats with him to lay out on the concrete lanai, both under the suspension frame for safety and so others could play outside without worrying about scraping and hurting themselves in a bad and nonconsensual way in the process on the concrete pool deck.
Keith dropped his rope bag next to one of the sets of MMA mats and pointed at it. “Down.”
They both knelt, legs spread, hands clasped behind their backs and looking up to him, awaiting his next command.
He chuckled, rubbing his cock through his shorts. “Hmm. Decisions, decisions. I know my pets are very horny. The question is, what to do about that?”
He unclipped the nipple leashes, taking the time to gently tug on their nipple rings in the process, drawing nearly identical moans of need from them.
“There’s my two sweet pets,” Keith murmured. “Ready for me to take them in hand. You have no idea how hard and horny this makes me.”
He grabbed them both by the backs of their heads and pressed their faces against the front of his shorts. Noel and Scott nuzzled the hard outline of his cock through the fabric, trying to mouth it, making him chuckle.
“Yes, two very sweet, needy pets ready to do anything I ask them to do just to get some relief. I’m a very lucky man. Don’t think I don’t know and appreciate that.”
He released his grip on their heads and unzipped his bag. On top lay coils of rope and paracord. He started with Noel, tying her with her hands behind her back and her legs bent at the knees and forced open. He positioned her on her side with a towel as a pillow to make her a little more comfortable.
Scott received a similar binding, only laid on his other side, facing her, their bodies head to hip with each other.
Keith produced a riding crop from the bag. “Now my pets have to earn their reward.” He started tormenting them, flicking the end of the crop against her clit piercing and Scott’s PA in a way that made them both moan and wince at the same time, firing their need even more.
Then he worked back and forth, a hard swat to Noel’s ass or thighs, then one to Scott’s, from one to the other, slowly, patiently, striping both of them. Scott’s stiff cock leaked pre-cum from the slit, while Noel’s juices had flooded her pussy and were running down her thighs.
Something Keith noted with glee. He ran his fingers through it, shoving them in Scott’s mouth. “Look at that. She can’t get enough of it.” Scott sucked Keith’s fingers until Keith pulled them free. Then he caught a drop of Scott’s pre-cum on the e
nd of his finger and shoved it into Noel’s mouth. “Wouldn’t want to leave my girl out of the fun, now, would I?”
He swapped out the crop for a carbon-fiber cane, one that wasn’t loud but delivered a wickedly stingy wallop, especially when wielded by a sadist as skilled as Keith. He went after their asses, the insides of their thighs, even mindfucking them by playing—lightly—with their piercings with the end of it, enjoying the way they flinched ahead of a perceived hard swat that was little more than a feather-light tap.
Finally, he unbound their legs so they could both, shakily, kneel face to face on the mats. That was when he produced another lightweight length of chain, like a heavy stainless steel necklace, and threaded it through all four of their nipple rings before clipping the ends together.
“Guess what happens next?” Keith asked.
“I’m afraid to, Sir,” Noel said despite having a pretty darn good idea. Both she and Scott had already adjusted their postures to keep as much slack in the chain between them as they could possibly manage.
Not an easy feat. This was a game Keith had played with them before at home several times. But never after having put the two of them through so much before breaking out the chain.
Another version of the game was that, in addition to the nipple chain, Keith also ran a chain between her clit hood piercing and Scott’s PA piercing on his cock.
Keith dug out their Hitachi vibrator and an extension cord. Once he had it plugged into a wall outlet, he arrange the two of them closer together, with the Hitachi braced on a towel under Noel’s legs and pressing against her clit.
Her breathing quickened, pulse racing, as she both eagerly anticipated and dreaded the next step of this game.
Keith unzipped his shorts, stepping out of them and his briefs. He’d already stripped off his shirt before starting, his left upper sleeve tattoo dark shadows in the dim light. He stood in front of them, one foot on the end of the Hitachi to hold it in place.
“Here are the rules. You both use your mouths on my cock and get me off. Lick up every drop that doesn’t go in your mouths. A skills test will be involved, since girl will be struggling to concentrate and not pull hard on the chain. Once I come, and once you have cleaned up any mess you’ve made, then I will let my boy fuck my girl…after he fluffs my cock again so I can fuck his ass at the same time. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” they both said. When Noel looked into Scott’s eyes, she spotted her smile mirrored there, her submissive, subspacy expression.
“Excellent.” Using his other foot, Keith nudged the switch on the Hitachi to high as he reached down with his hands, roughly fisted a handful of hair on the backs of each of their heads, and drew them in close to start working on his cock.
Noel couldn’t help it. She started coming almost instantly, between the extra vibrations feeding through her clit hood piercing and the extreme state of horniness she’d been in all day. This meant a struggle for her to stay upright, not to grind herself down onto the Hitachi and pull on the chain, which was also adding another level of intense feedback to her pleasure system.
Even with the tugging against the chain, she found herself unable to stop rubbing against the vibrator, humping it, grinding herself on it.
“Oh, look at that,” Keith said, laughing. “Girl is gone. Better get busy, boy, and get me off fast if you want that chain removed between you.”
Keith slid his cock between their mouths, a sexy French cock kiss, their faces slanted so they weren’t smashing noses together, their tongues furiously flicking at his shaft.
“Mmm. Such a delicious feeling,” Keith said. “Two horny pets servicing my cock.”
His grip in their hair tightened as his strokes increased in tempo and force. Noel knew the signs well, the noises their Master made as he grew close to coming, the feel of his cock, the way it grew harder, hotter, until he finally exploded, sliding first down her throat, then, after withdrawing, shoving it down Scott’s.
Only after Keith finished did he turn off the Hitachi and stare down at them. “I see some on your faces. Lick it off each other.”
He grinned as he watched them licking and sucking, kissing, both enjoying it, and enjoying feeding into Keith’s ownership of them.
They loved it.
Relaxing his grip on their heads, he gently stroked their hair. “Such good pets you two are.” He removed the chain, allowing them to thankfully sink down onto their heels and relax while he finished untying them.
“On your back, girl. Hands over your head.”
She complied, and he used a double-ended snap clip to hook her wrists cuffs together. He brought out a short strap with a ring at each end, drew her legs up and back, and clipped her ankles together, to the end of the strap, the other end of the strap clipped to her wrists.
Open, exposed, her swollen clit lay there for him to see.
Keith reached out and flicked her piercing with his finger. “I love seeing that ring there, girl. You have no idea how much it turns me on.”
He reached over to Scott’s dripping cock and caught another pearl of pre-cum from the slit on his finger, feeding it to her. “And seeing his PA. Another sign of how I own both of you. Matching pets.”
He held Scott’s head in his hands. “Fluff me good, boy. Get me nice and hard. If you want to come, you have to pay the price. You know that.”
Scott immediately went down on Keith’s cock, deep-throating him, sucking him, finally getting him hard again after a few minutes of that while Keith tormented Scott’s pierced nipples.
“Good boy. Now bury your face in girl’s pussy and make sure she’s nice and juicy still.”
Scott did. With his wickedly skilled tongue, Scott knew how to flick her clit piercing to bring her over in seconds. As he did that, Keith rolled a condom onto his own shaft and started lubing both it and Scott’s ass. He knelt behind Scott. “Okay. Put your cock into my girl, but don’t start moving until I tell you to.”
Noel whimpered with pleasure as he did, filling her, not moving, not giving her any traction to possibly get another orgasm out of the deal.
Then Scott moaned and she knew Keith’s cock was now slowly working its way up Scott’s back channel. Once Keith let out a content sigh, he picked up the Hitachi and handed it to Scott.
“Use this on her while you’re fucking her. If you don’t come before I do, you won’t come until tomorrow morning, at the earliest.”
She let out a cry as the Hitachi turned on again, high setting, of course, and sent her jumping headfirst off the cliff once more. Scott started fucking her, but from the way he was grinding into her, she knew Keith was literally pounding his cock onto Scott’s ass in a race to try to get off first.
But Scott made it. Barely. He let out a cry of his own and took a few more hard strokes inside her.
“Dammit,” Keith said, his tone light. “Guess I don’t get to torture you more.” After a few last strokes, he finished and fell still.
Keith reached around him and took control of the Hitachi from him, keeping it pressed against her clit. “And a little extra pleasure for my good girl.”
She writhed, moaning and unable to get away from the vibrator. With her legs immobilized, all she could do was rock her hips a little back and forth.
Finally, he took pity on her and pulled it away. “Boy, clean up my girl, then after she cleans you up, you can free her and join me in the pool.”
Keith disappeared to dispose of the condom and clean up while Scott evilly went to town again, tongue digging deep inside her pussy when he wasn’t nibbling on or flicking her clit hood piercing. He drew one last, small orgasm out of her. Thus satisfied, he moved around to her head, where she opened wide to suck his cock clean of their mixed juices.
Before he unclipped her, he leaned in and kissed her. “Love you.”
She smiled, feeling happy, sated, whole. “Love you, too.”
They removed their cuffs and collars and were naked in the pool when Keith joined them. He drew them i
nto his arms, kissing Scott, then Noel. “Love you, my sweet pets.”
“Love you, too, Sir,” they echoed.
They settled back against the side of the pool in the shallow end, Keith in the middle with his arms draped over their shoulders, to watch Scrye setting up to scene with June on the suspension frame.
Chapter Eight
Mark, whom most people called Scrye, was a huge bear of a man many mistook for a bearded, bad-ass biker dude.
The truth was, he was an accountant. When wearing slacks, a dress shirt, and a tie, he simply looked like a mild-mannered accountant, not an experienced rope rigger who’d written a couple of books on the topic and was the Master to his wife and slave, June.
June couldn’t have appeared to be any more the opposite of her husband had someone screwed up the algorithms of an online dating service match-up. Slim, petite, and serene, the former gymnast, who was also a former gymnastics teacher and currently a yoga instructor, was all solidly lean, muscular lines by comparison to her sometimes hyper grizzly bear of a husband, who also stood well over a foot taller than her.
With their two daughters now off to college, the couple was finally getting more time out in the community, able to attend events with their friends as well as get more playtime at home with each other.
As he laid out his rope, June stripped and stretched, eager to get started. She loved it when he suspended her and played with her, usually culminating in a fucking that left her weak in the knees and satisfied on a visceral level that vanilla sex just couldn’t provide her.
Not after years of being kinky with her husband.
There were few things June loved more than this time with her husband, his hands caressing her as the rope slid across her skin. The feel of the bonds around her, an embrace, skillfully tied by Scrye. His full attention on her and what he was doing, no distractions, no sharing his focus with anyone or anything else.
Working quickly, Scrye soon had her tied in a full harness and was preparing the suspension ropes. He lifted her one-armed so she could hold onto the ring and put slack in the lines while he secured them. Then she slowly lowered herself, testing the ropes, before releasing the ring and slowly spinning face-up in a lazy arc.
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