"I don't know," Greg said shaking his head. "I need to make sure they'll stay on. I've never used nipple clamps before, so I'm not sure how to use them. Would you mind putting them on Mrs. C. here, so I can see how to do it and to make sure that they'll stay on?" he asked as innocently as possible.
Looking around nervously she stuttered, "Well....umm....I don't know......I don't want to get in trouble. You sure you want me to?"
"Absolutely" Greg quickly replied. "But perhaps it would be best to lock the door, so we are not interrupted."
"Oh, that's a good idea" she replied as she practically ran over to the front door and threw the bolt. As the bolt slid home, with an audible click, Mrs. C. practically jumped off the ground. With that sound, she realized that Greg had something planned for her and that being interrupted before he had a chance to put his plan into action was no longer a possibility.
Sara practically came bouncing back to stand in front of Mrs. C., waiting for their next move. "You know, Mrs. C., it'll be a lot easier for us if you remove that blouse. That way we can see how they'll look, once they're on. Don't you think?" Greg asked her pointedly.
With a note of terror in her voice, she replied "Yes Sir," and, with shaking hands, began to undo the buttons on her blouse. When, at last, the final button was undone, she paused, before slowly parting the cloth and shrugging the blouse from her shoulder. Taking the blouse from her and hanging it on a rack beside him, Greg took the opportunity to sneak a glance at Sara. He needn't have tried to be sneaky, since she had eyes only for Mrs. C's breasts. Her mouth hung open, as she gaped at the exposed flesh.
When it appeared Sara wasn't going to move, Greg cleared his throat and said, "Go ahead and put them on for me, please."
His words seemed to snap her out of her reverie, and, with shaking hands, she reached up for Mrs. C.'s left nipple. Grasping the already-hardened nipple with one hand, she pulled out slightly as she applied the clamp with the other hand. Again, Sara's hands seem to linger on her breasts for several seconds, before relinquishing their hold on the nipple. Reaching up, with her left hand now, she did the same to Mrs. C's right nipple. Once both clamps were affixed, Sara stepped back to admire her handiwork. Her face was now flushed with excitement, and her breathing had quickened.
"Now, you said these clamps can be tightened. Can you show me how?" It was quite obvious how it was done, but Greg wanted to see how far he could push Sara.
"Sure," she quickly replied as she stepped forward again.
"I want you to tighten them both at the same time," Greg explained. "I'll tell you when to stop. You see, Mrs. C. here is often a very bad girl, and she requires frequent punishment. One thing she always begs me to do is to punish her nipples, so this was why I thought the clamps might be a good idea," Greg improvised. By this time, Sara had reached up and was starting to slowly turn the screws on the clamps. Greg watched in fascination, as the clamps slowly closed on the nipples, causing the tips to become engorged with blood. The tighter they got, the more agonized the look on Mrs. C's face became. By this time, Sara was transfixed on Mrs. C's face, watching the discomfort, and eventually pain, she was causing her. But to my amazement, she never stopped turning the screws.
Once Mrs. C. began to mewl in pain, Greg told Sara she could stop tightening the clamps. He almost chuckled out loud when he saw the look of disappointment pass over Sara's face. At this point, it was quite obvious to him that Sara was into women, and that she was enjoying dominating Mrs. C. "Alright, I want you to lead Mrs. C. around the store, like the little whore that she is." Greg's words again startled Sara, but without any further encouragement from him, she grabbed the dangling chain and began walking about the store, tugging at them, now and then, to keep Mrs. C. on her toes. "Go ahead and call her 'whore', Sara. She likes being called that."
This had Sara practically skipping through the aisles, as she now began to coax Mrs. C. around the store like she was a dog. "Come on whore, follow me. Stay close, whore."
Finally, she reluctantly led Mrs. C. back to where Greg had been standing and stood there holding the chain, waiting for his next cue.
"Is there anything else you'd like for your whore?" she asked expectantly.
It was quite obvious Sara was into this whole scene, and would be a willing participant in whatever Greg had planned. "Now that you mention it, Sara, there is," he calmly replied. "I find myself needing to spank my whore often, and I don't have the proper tools for the job. Do you have anything here for that?"
"Definitely," she replied in a breathless voice. Still holding the chain, she led them over to a display case against the far wall. In it were numerous implements, ranging from whips to paddles.
"Wow! That is quite the selection. Again, I have to beg ignorance here Sara. I've never used any of this stuff. Would you mind indulging me a bit more?" Greg asked as innocently as possible.
With no hesitation, she quickly replied in the affirmative.
Pretending ignorance, Greg pointed to a small wooden paddle, resembling a ping pong paddle, and said, "How about that one?"
Finally dropping the chain, she reached into the case, pulled out the paddle, and held it out for Greg.
Shaking his head, he said, "Oh no, not me. I'm not sure how to use it. Would you mind showing me how it's used?"
At this, Sara practically licked her lips in anticipation. "Sure," was her only response.
"Whore, take your skirt off. Sara has very generously agreed to teach us how to use these things," Greg ordered.
"Yes sir," she replied shakily and, with one fluid movement, stepped out of her skirt and again held it out to him.
Taking the skirt and hanging it with her blouse, Greg instructed, "Bend over and grab your ankles whore. Spread your feet apart. Wider." When she was suitably presented with her legs spread wide, opening up her newly shaven pussy and ass to both Greg and Sara, he added, "Now, do not release those ankles under any circumstances. Is that clear whore?"
Mrs. C. nodded her head, as she hung upside down and mumbled a meek, "Yes Sir."
"I'm sure you realize what the consequences will be should you move," Greg added for good measure. Turning to Sara, he instructed, "Go ahead and show me how to use that. I want you to hit her ass as hard as you can. I'll tell you when to stop. Would that be alright?" Greg asked.
Nodding her head yes, she stepped up to Mrs. C.'s ass, and aiming, brought the paddle down hard on her left cheek.
CRACK
The sound reverberated around the store. Greg needn't have worried about Sara holding back either, since it was quite evident she put everything into it. The force of the blow was almost enough to topple Mrs. C. realized that to not lose her balance, she would have to push back against the blow. This went against every fiber of her being, which just wanted to get away from the blow, not move towards it.
CRACK, CRACK
Sara continued her assault on Mrs. C's ass, alternating the blows to each cheek. In no time at all, both cheeks were completely red.
"Ok, that's enough," Greg finally said, after Sara had landed approximately 5 blows to each cheek. "What about that one, now?" Greg asked pointing to a leather cat-o-nine-tails.
Sara, now out of breath, simply put the paddle down and quickly picked up the next device. No encouragement was needed from Greg, as she began laying into Mrs. C.'s already reddened ass.
After another 10 blows from the cat-o-nine-tails, which left multiple red streaks across her ass, Greg again stopped Sara and pointed to the next implement. This one was a thin white cane.
Sara swished the cane through the air several times, before taking careful aim. As the cane made contact across both cheeks simultaneously, it sounded vaguely like the sound a bow makes when an arrow is fired.
THWACK
A god-awful shriek erupted from Mrs. C., as an angry red welt appeared where the cane had made contact. Tears were flowing freely now as Mrs. C. practically danced on the spot in pain. To her credit, she didn't let go of her ankles, but Greg could see she wouldn't be able to take much more from the cane.
"Just one more with the cane will do, Sara," he instructed.
Without even thinking about it, Sara replied, "Yes Sir," and then brought the cane down across Mrs. C's ass once more.
Another THWACK followed by a blood-curdling scream.
"Ok, just one more device I want you to demonstrate for me, Sara." Greg pointed to a medium-sized leather crop, which appeared to have a good amount of flex in its shaft.
Sara was completely flushed with excitement and was breathing heavily, as she returned the cane and grabbed the crop. Once again, she swished it through the air several times to get a feel for it before landing a beautiful hit to Mrs. C's left ass cheek. She quickly followed that with another hit to the other ass cheek. As she continued her assault on the ass, Mrs. C. was by now a blubbering mess as she cried and mewled in pain. There also was a very strong smell of sex in the air, and Greg noted, with a grin, that Mrs. C's inner thighs were soaked with her juices.
Here she was, bent over naked in front of a strange girl, not much older than her ********, with clamps killing her nipples, and her ass a blistered mass of welts, and yet, she was getting turned on by the abuse and humiliation.
"Sara?" Greg asked, causing her to pause in her strokes, "Hold up for a second please."
"Whore, I want you to reach back with both hands and pull your ass cheeks apart for Sara." When she had done as requested, further humiliating herself in front of this stranger, Greg continued. "Sara, I want you to hit her asshole with that crop, as hard as you can. Are you OK with that?" he asked.
"Oh, yes Sir," she quickly replied, licking her lips in anticipation. Aiming, she brought the crop down hard right on the exposed bud.
SMACK
"Ahhh" Mrs. C. bellowed, knees beginning to buckle from the torment. Again, to her credit, she kept her hands in place holding her cheeks apart. Greg could tell she was close, and just needed a little nudge to push her over the edge.
"Ok Sara, just one more stroke. This time, I want you to do an underhand swing and hit her right on her clit and pussy lips."
"Yes Sir," she replied. No coercion was needed here.
When Mrs. C. had settled down and stopped moving, Sara took careful aim, and after several practice swings, brought the crop up hard right on Mrs. C's wet pussy lips.
SMACK
Mrs. C's head snapped up, as her knees quickly buckled under her. All thoughts of keeping her hands on her asscheeks were long forgotten, as she crumpled to the ground, a low keening sound coming from her, with her hands buried deep in her tortured pussy. She began to convulse and shake on the floor, as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body.
After a minute or two had passed, Mrs. C. had finally settled down and was now lying motionless on the floor, curled up in the fetal position. Her brow was covered in sweat, and her cheeks were a mottled color from the exertion of her torment and orgasm. Looking at Sara, I could see she was perspiring, and her cheeks were also flushed with excitement and exertion. Her nipples were hard as a rock under her t-shirt as she stared fixedly at Mrs. C.'s naked body at her feet.
Snapping Sara out of her trance, Greg informed her, "I think I like the crop the best. It's precise but also was easy to cover a large area very quickly. I think we'll take that one."
Nodding her head, she placed the crop down on the countertop beside her. Greg had no doubt now that Sara would likely be game for anything that he had in mind. "There was one other thing I am looking for Sara," he explained. "Mrs. C. likes being fucked in the ass, so I am looking for some butt plugs of varying sizes, which she can wear for periods, to help stretch her asshole out for me. Do you have anything like that?" Greg asked, already knowing the answer to the question.
"Yes Sir, we do. Right over here," she points to another display case against the other wall. Walking over she reached in and pulled out several different sizes and held them up for my inspection.
"Her ass is very tight right now, so I think we'll start her out on that one there," pointing to a black one that was about 1 ½" wide at its widest point. "Then we'll probably progress to that black one there," he added pointing to one that was roughly 2" wide. "And then, when she's nicely stretched out or she needs to be punished, we'll go with the big one there," pointing to a big black monster that had to be close to 3" wide.
"Sara, I wonder if you would mind humoring me one more time," Greg asked, knowing full well what the answer was going to be.
"Of course," she replied excitedly, knowing what he was going to ask of her.
"Mrs. C., crawl over here and offer your ass up to Sara," Greg ordered.
Mrs. C. raised herself off the ground, where she'd been laying, and slowly crawled over to Sara. The chain attached to her nipples was just long enough that it dragged slightly on the ground as she moved. Once she was at Sara's feet, she put her head to the floor and, reaching back with both hands, pried her abused ass cheeks apart once more. Her ass was now turning a wonderful mixture of colors, as the welts and bruises darkened in color.
"Sara, why don't you go ahead and take some lubricant from her pussy, and then see if you can get the smallest one in her ass?"
"Yes Sir." Sara quickly knelt behind Mrs. C., and, with her left hand, jammed 2 fingers, knuckle deep, into Mrs. C's soaking wet pussy. A soft moan escaped Mrs. C.'s lips, as Sara worked a 3rd finger in the pussy. After fucking Mrs. C's pussy with her fingers for several seconds, she withdrew her now glistening fingers and began to lather the butt plug with the juices. Sara repeated this process several more times until the plug was covered in pussy juices.
She then placed the tip of the plug at Mrs. C.'s asshole and began to gently push it in. When Sara began to encounter resistance, she slowly pulled the plug out a little bit, and then pushed it back in again, with a little more force. She continued this slow fucking motion, entranced with the sight of Mrs. C's anal bud stretching and contracting around the butt plug, as she forced more and more of it into her. When the fattest part finally slipped into her, Sara reluctantly released her hold on the plug and stood up.
"Sit up, Whore," Greg ordered. At that, Mrs. C. raised her head off the ground and knelt at the feet of her new tormentor, nipple clamps still on her engorged nipples and, now, a plug filling her ass as well. "Do you have anything to say to the nice young lady?" he asked.
"Uh, thank you, Ma'am..." She replied hesitatingly.
SLAP
Bringing his right hand down hard across Mrs. C's left cheek, the slap surprised both her and Sara. With some menace in his voice, he growled, "You can do better than that, Whore. Thank you for what?" Greg asked again.
Cringing with fear at being struck again, Mrs. C. replied once more, with a tremor in her voice, "Thank you Ma'am for showing my master how to properly put nipple clamps on his whore."
Greg was stunned. This was the first time she had referred to him as her master. He hadn't expected that early an acknowledgment from her. He had thought that it would be something that he would have to force on her, as he has had to do with this whole situation.
Not noticing Greg's look of surprise, since her head and eyes were now down, Mrs. C. continued. "And thank you for showing my master how to properly use the different tools to punish his whore, and for stretching this whore's ass, with the butt plug," she finished breathlessly, not daring to look up at Greg, for fear that she would disappoint him once more.
Raising her chin to look at him, Greg gently praised her, "That was much better Mrs. C. Now tell me, do you like having your ass filled with that plug?"
Nodding her head slightly, she replied, "Yes Sir."
"Very good. Now tell me, Mrs. C, do you think Sara should be rewarded for being such a big helper?"
A very quiet "Yes Sir."
Turning to Sara, Greg informed her, "You've been such a wonderful help to both myself and my Whore. I'd like to pay you back for your kindness."
She began to reply, "Oh no, that's not necessary. I..."
"No really, I do insist. You can do whatever you want to her as your reward."
"Anything?" she asks.
"Anything," Greg replied.
"Well, I've always wanted to try...but I've never had the opportunity to...you know," Sara mumbled in an embarrassed voice, "to...fuck a girl with a strap-on," she finally finished.
Beaming a big smile at her, Greg replied, "I think that's a wonderful idea." Stroking Mrs. C's hair, he asked, "Would you like to fuck her in the pussy or her nice tight ass?"
"Oh, I'd like to fuck her ass, if I could," she quickly replied.
"You most certainly can, Sara. Mrs. C. here would love it, wouldn't you, Whore?"
"Yes Sir."
Walking to another wall display, Sara took down a black leather harness and, reaching into a display case to her left, pulled out a pink dildo that was about 7 inches long and about 1 ½" wide. Holding it up, she asked me, "Is this ok, Sir?"
"That'll do just fine, Sara," Greg replied as she walked back over to stand in front of the kneeling Mrs. C. "Now before you begin, Sara, I want you to take your clothes off please."
After placing the harness and dildo on the counter beside her, and blushing a deep shade of red, Sara pulled off her t-shirt and unclasped her bra, revealing a very pretty little set of titties, with very hard nipples and dark areolas. When she appeared to be hesitant to go any further, as she stood there half-naked attempting to cover her breasts with one arm, Greg gently coaxed her on. "Now the pants and panties, Sara."
With a nervous smile, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic band of her stretch pants and pulled them down her legs, revealing a pretty pink thong, covering a small tuft of light-colored hair above her slit. Once she had stepped out of her pants, she repeated the process for her panties.
When she finally stood naked in front of them, Greg couldn't help but admire her body. Though she wasn't as shapely as Mrs. C, her body had just enough curves to be sexy and was tight in all the right places. It was evident she kept herself in good shape. "Wow, you are stunningly sexy Sara," Greg complimented her.
Blushing an even deeper red, she replied "Thank you, Sir."
"Now go ahead and get in that harness there." As she busied herself with the harness and dildo, Greg asked "What position would you like to fuck the Whore in?"
"I'd like to have her on her back with her knees up beside her head so that I can look into her eyes as I fuck her ass," she replied without any hesitation. This wasn't the first time she had thought about this.
"You heard her, Whore. On your back. Grab your legs. That's it, now raise that ass." Once she was in position, she had an arm wrapped behind each knee, holding them as close to the sides of her head as she could. This raised her ass off the ground and spread her pussy and ass quite nicely for them.
Sara then knelt before Mrs. C.'s offered ass and began working several fingers into her still-moist pussy. When they were covered in juices, she applied them to her rubber cock. It was sort of surreal watching this pretty girl stroking her cock. She repeated this procedure several more times until her cock glistened. She then reached down and slowly pulled out the butt plug, marveling at how the sphincter stretched to accommodate the fattest part of the plug, and then watched the muscle immediately tighten up as the plug was removed. Once the plug was out of the way, Sara scooted forward again until her cock was poised at Mrs. C.'s asshole. Then, nudging the head in, she began to slowly work its length into Mrs. C.
Mrs. C. began to grunt and bite her lower lip in concentration, as more and more of the rubber cock made its way into her ass. This was the second time today that she had had a cock in her ass. When Sara had the full length of her cock buried in Mrs. C., she began to slowly fuck it in and out of her. Soon the strokes began to pick up in speed and were now making a distinct slapping sound each time she bottomed out in her ass. Sara was staring intently at Mrs. C.'s face as she continued her assault on her ass. Sara was enjoying the sensations as well as each time she bottomed out in Mrs. C's asshole, the rubber cock would rub against her exposed clit sending waves of pleasurable sensations throughout her body.
Surprising everyone, Sara suddenly asked, "Please Sir, will you spank my ass with the crop, while I fuck your Whore? I've been a bad girl and need to be punished as well," she added meekly.
Not wanting to waste an opportunity, Greg quickly replied, "Of course."
With that, he took up the crop Sara had discarded earlier and began laying into Sara's ass. He started with light strokes, but as her ass reddened, Greg began to increase the strength of the blows. Soon Sara was grunting with each blow and was hammering her cock in and out of Mrs. C.'s ass as hard as she could.
"Yes, beat my ass, Sir. I've been a very bad girl. Spank my ass as I fuck your Whore." She began to rant these phrases over and over, as she picked up the pace of her thrusts. Soon Mrs. C. was grunting right along with Sara and it was obvious she was close to cumming again.
"You have been a bad little girl, Sara," Greg admonished her, as he continued beating her ass, "and now you're going to make the Whore cum again," he pointed out.
"Yeah? Are you going to cum for me, you dirty little Whore?" And with that, Sara grabbed hold of the chain connecting the two nipple clamps and began tugging hard on them while she continued to hammer away at Mrs. C's abused ass.
What a sight this was. Greg had never imagined, even in his wildest dreams, that something like this could have happened today. Yet here was this pretty little blonde thing, kneeling naked before him, wearing a large rubber cock, fucking the shit out of Mrs. C's asshole, and torturing her nipples, all the while begging him to beat her ass with a crop. Greg was in heaven and didn't want it to end.
"Please, Ma'am, may I cum?" Mrs. C. begged of her tormentor.
"Yesss....cum for me, you Whore," Sara hissed between thrusts as she grew near to her orgasm.
With that, Mrs. C. let out a mighty shriek, as her body began to convulse and shake beneath the weight of Sara. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, and her mouth hung open, as she bucked and thrashed, while the waves of pain/pleasure rolled over her.
All of the thrashing around was enough to also push Sara over the edge, as she came in an explosive climax. As Sara shuddered and shook, all the while buried to the hilt in Mrs. C.'s ass, Greg stopped beating her ass to marvel at the two women caught in the throes of their passion. Finally, Sara, almost reluctantly, began to pull her cock out of Mrs. C.'s ass.
"Take the harness and dildo off, Sara, and lay on your back beside the Whore," Greg ordered, fairly confident she would do as he instructed. Without hesitation, she did as she was told. Her shaven pussy lips were wet with her cum, and her little clit was standing proudly at attention. "Whore, get on your knees and eat her pussy," Greg ordered Mrs. C.
When she was in position, with her face only an inch away from this stranger's pussy, she tentatively stuck out her tongue and licked up the length of Sara's slit. It was obvious she had never eaten another woman out, before this. After a slight pause, where she decided that she didn't mind the taste of pussy, she began to lick and suck on her clit and pussy in earnest. Soon it was Sara's eyes rolling into the back of her head, as she enjoyed the ministrations of this older submissive woman between her legs. She grabbed hold of a handful of hair, at the back of Mrs. C.'s head, and began to grind her pussy into her face, all the while driving her on to lick it harder and deeper.
By this point, Greg had about all he could take and was dying to release himself. So he quickly stepped out of his clothes, and, with an already hardened cock, knelt behind his slave, took aim at her already abused and stretched asshole, and drove it home to the hilt on the first thrust.
Mrs. C. was so engrossed in eating out her first pussy, that she was completely ******* of what Greg had planned. Her first indication of that plan was when she felt her asshole being invaded by a cock again. She howled in pain, as Greg drove his dry cock balls deep on the first thrust. This time he didn't pause and began hammering as hard as he could into her.
Sara, never relinquishing her hold on the back of Mrs. C's head, began berating her as she ground her pussy into her face. "You like that, Whore? Eating my cunt while your master fucks your asshole? Huh? Do you like having my cunt juices all over your face? That's it. Keep sucking my clit. Now stick a finger in my ass. Yeah, that's it."
Sara was close to her second orgasm of the day, as her breathing had quickened to an almost panting state, and Mrs. C. was sucking and licking as quickly as she could. The sights, sounds, and sensations proved too much for both girls and their orgasms seem to overtake them at almost the same time.
Once their thrashing had slowed, Greg asked Sara, "Where do you want me to place my cum, Sara?"
"Cum on my pussy, Sir, and then make your whore lick it up," she replied.
With that, Greg quickly withdrew and scuttled up to Mrs. C.'s head, and, when his cock was less than an inch from her face, he began spurting a massive load all over Sara's pussy. When he had squeezed the last drop of cum onto her freshly eaten pussy, Mrs. C. began licking the cum off in long slow strokes of the tongue. Both Sara and Greg just marveled at the sight before them.
Once Mrs. C. had cleaned the last of the cum from Sara's pussy, she crawled over to Greg, took his cock in her mouth, and gave it a spit cleaning as well. Once it was also sufficiently clean, Greg stood up and donned his clothes. Sara took her cue from me and also dressed at the same time. Meanwhile, Mrs. C. Continued to kneel at Greg's feet awaiting further instructions.
Crouching down, Greg tried to remove the nipple clamps as gently as he could, but, despite his best efforts, it elicited a sharp gasp and moan, as each clamp was removed, and the blood rushed back into the engorged and abused nipple.
Stroking her head affectionately, Greg praised Mrs. C. "You did very well today Mrs. C. I'm very proud of you. You have certainly earned my favor today." She practically beamed at the praise and had a big grin on her face. "Now get dressed, gather up the things we are going to buy today and take them over to the cash register."
As she got dressed and gathered up the clamps, crop, collar, and 3 butt plugs, Greg took a moment to speak with Sara. "Thank you for helping me out today. You were a great help in the training of my slave."
Sara grinned back at him. "It was my pleasure, Sir." Handing him a scrap of paper with her name and number on it, she continued "and if you need my help at all with any future training, don't hesitate to give me a call. Anytime," she added suggestively.
"Count on it," was his reply as he headed out the door leaving Mrs. C. to pay for the items.
Once Mrs. C. was back in the car and on their way home, Greg announced the next phase of his plan to Mrs. C. "I will be moving into your house this weekend. My parents won't care because they are too busy fighting and find me more of an annoyance or hindrance to their squabbles. They'll be happy to not be burdened financially with me anymore. Especially since neither of them have a job at the moment." He paused then, to give Mrs. C. time to absorb what he had said.
"But Sir, what will we tell Stacey?" She asked.
Greg had expected her to protest his plan quite loudly and was quite shocked at her simple question instead. "We'll simply tell her that my parents are suffering severe financial problems and that you offered to let me stay with you while they got things sorted out. It's not like you don't have the room. That 3rd bedroom has been vacant for as long as I've known you," he rationalized.
"Any problems with that Mrs. C.?" Greg asked.
"No Sir," she quickly replied.
They drove the rest of the way home in silence, giving Greg time to formulate his next step. With his recent success controlling Mrs. C, Greg suddenly realized what his next step was going to be. His lifelong dream was now within his reach - to finally have Stacey to himself. Little did Mrs. C. realize that she was going to help him get her ********.
Looking around nervously she stuttered, "Well....umm....I don't know......I don't want to get in trouble. You sure you want me to?"
"Absolutely" Greg quickly replied. "But perhaps it would be best to lock the door, so we are not interrupted."
"Oh, that's a good idea" she replied as she practically ran over to the front door and threw the bolt. As the bolt slid home, with an audible click, Mrs. C. practically jumped off the ground. With that sound, she realized that Greg had something planned for her and that being interrupted before he had a chance to put his plan into action was no longer a possibility.
Sara practically came bouncing back to stand in front of Mrs. C., waiting for their next move. "You know, Mrs. C., it'll be a lot easier for us if you remove that blouse. That way we can see how they'll look, once they're on. Don't you think?" Greg asked her pointedly.
With a note of terror in her voice, she replied "Yes Sir," and, with shaking hands, began to undo the buttons on her blouse. When, at last, the final button was undone, she paused, before slowly parting the cloth and shrugging the blouse from her shoulder. Taking the blouse from her and hanging it on a rack beside him, Greg took the opportunity to sneak a glance at Sara. He needn't have tried to be sneaky, since she had eyes only for Mrs. C's breasts. Her mouth hung open, as she gaped at the exposed flesh.
When it appeared Sara wasn't going to move, Greg cleared his throat and said, "Go ahead and put them on for me, please."
His words seemed to snap her out of her reverie, and, with shaking hands, she reached up for Mrs. C.'s left nipple. Grasping the already-hardened nipple with one hand, she pulled out slightly as she applied the clamp with the other hand. Again, Sara's hands seem to linger on her breasts for several seconds, before relinquishing their hold on the nipple. Reaching up, with her left hand now, she did the same to Mrs. C's right nipple. Once both clamps were affixed, Sara stepped back to admire her handiwork. Her face was now flushed with excitement, and her breathing had quickened.
"Now, you said these clamps can be tightened. Can you show me how?" It was quite obvious how it was done, but Greg wanted to see how far he could push Sara.
"Sure," she quickly replied as she stepped forward again.
"I want you to tighten them both at the same time," Greg explained. "I'll tell you when to stop. You see, Mrs. C. here is often a very bad girl, and she requires frequent punishment. One thing she always begs me to do is to punish her nipples, so this was why I thought the clamps might be a good idea," Greg improvised. By this time, Sara had reached up and was starting to slowly turn the screws on the clamps. Greg watched in fascination, as the clamps slowly closed on the nipples, causing the tips to become engorged with blood. The tighter they got, the more agonized the look on Mrs. C's face became. By this time, Sara was transfixed on Mrs. C's face, watching the discomfort, and eventually pain, she was causing her. But to my amazement, she never stopped turning the screws.
Once Mrs. C. began to mewl in pain, Greg told Sara she could stop tightening the clamps. He almost chuckled out loud when he saw the look of disappointment pass over Sara's face. At this point, it was quite obvious to him that Sara was into women, and that she was enjoying dominating Mrs. C. "Alright, I want you to lead Mrs. C. around the store, like the little whore that she is." Greg's words again startled Sara, but without any further encouragement from him, she grabbed the dangling chain and began walking about the store, tugging at them, now and then, to keep Mrs. C. on her toes. "Go ahead and call her 'whore', Sara. She likes being called that."
This had Sara practically skipping through the aisles, as she now began to coax Mrs. C. around the store like she was a dog. "Come on whore, follow me. Stay close, whore."
Finally, she reluctantly led Mrs. C. back to where Greg had been standing and stood there holding the chain, waiting for his next cue.
"Is there anything else you'd like for your whore?" she asked expectantly.
It was quite obvious Sara was into this whole scene, and would be a willing participant in whatever Greg had planned. "Now that you mention it, Sara, there is," he calmly replied. "I find myself needing to spank my whore often, and I don't have the proper tools for the job. Do you have anything here for that?"
"Definitely," she replied in a breathless voice. Still holding the chain, she led them over to a display case against the far wall. In it were numerous implements, ranging from whips to paddles.
"Wow! That is quite the selection. Again, I have to beg ignorance here Sara. I've never used any of this stuff. Would you mind indulging me a bit more?" Greg asked as innocently as possible.
With no hesitation, she quickly replied in the affirmative.
Pretending ignorance, Greg pointed to a small wooden paddle, resembling a ping pong paddle, and said, "How about that one?"
Finally dropping the chain, she reached into the case, pulled out the paddle, and held it out for Greg.
Shaking his head, he said, "Oh no, not me. I'm not sure how to use it. Would you mind showing me how it's used?"
At this, Sara practically licked her lips in anticipation. "Sure," was her only response.
"Whore, take your skirt off. Sara has very generously agreed to teach us how to use these things," Greg ordered.
"Yes sir," she replied shakily and, with one fluid movement, stepped out of her skirt and again held it out to him.
Taking the skirt and hanging it with her blouse, Greg instructed, "Bend over and grab your ankles whore. Spread your feet apart. Wider." When she was suitably presented with her legs spread wide, opening up her newly shaven pussy and ass to both Greg and Sara, he added, "Now, do not release those ankles under any circumstances. Is that clear whore?"
Mrs. C. nodded her head, as she hung upside down and mumbled a meek, "Yes Sir."
"I'm sure you realize what the consequences will be should you move," Greg added for good measure. Turning to Sara, he instructed, "Go ahead and show me how to use that. I want you to hit her ass as hard as you can. I'll tell you when to stop. Would that be alright?" Greg asked.
Nodding her head yes, she stepped up to Mrs. C.'s ass, and aiming, brought the paddle down hard on her left cheek.
CRACK
The sound reverberated around the store. Greg needn't have worried about Sara holding back either, since it was quite evident she put everything into it. The force of the blow was almost enough to topple Mrs. C. realized that to not lose her balance, she would have to push back against the blow. This went against every fiber of her being, which just wanted to get away from the blow, not move towards it.
CRACK, CRACK
Sara continued her assault on Mrs. C's ass, alternating the blows to each cheek. In no time at all, both cheeks were completely red.
"Ok, that's enough," Greg finally said, after Sara had landed approximately 5 blows to each cheek. "What about that one, now?" Greg asked pointing to a leather cat-o-nine-tails.
Sara, now out of breath, simply put the paddle down and quickly picked up the next device. No encouragement was needed from Greg, as she began laying into Mrs. C.'s already reddened ass.
After another 10 blows from the cat-o-nine-tails, which left multiple red streaks across her ass, Greg again stopped Sara and pointed to the next implement. This one was a thin white cane.
Sara swished the cane through the air several times, before taking careful aim. As the cane made contact across both cheeks simultaneously, it sounded vaguely like the sound a bow makes when an arrow is fired.
THWACK
A god-awful shriek erupted from Mrs. C., as an angry red welt appeared where the cane had made contact. Tears were flowing freely now as Mrs. C. practically danced on the spot in pain. To her credit, she didn't let go of her ankles, but Greg could see she wouldn't be able to take much more from the cane.
"Just one more with the cane will do, Sara," he instructed.
Without even thinking about it, Sara replied, "Yes Sir," and then brought the cane down across Mrs. C's ass once more.
Another THWACK followed by a blood-curdling scream.
"Ok, just one more device I want you to demonstrate for me, Sara." Greg pointed to a medium-sized leather crop, which appeared to have a good amount of flex in its shaft.
Sara was completely flushed with excitement and was breathing heavily, as she returned the cane and grabbed the crop. Once again, she swished it through the air several times to get a feel for it before landing a beautiful hit to Mrs. C's left ass cheek. She quickly followed that with another hit to the other ass cheek. As she continued her assault on the ass, Mrs. C. was by now a blubbering mess as she cried and mewled in pain. There also was a very strong smell of sex in the air, and Greg noted, with a grin, that Mrs. C's inner thighs were soaked with her juices.
Here she was, bent over naked in front of a strange girl, not much older than her ********, with clamps killing her nipples, and her ass a blistered mass of welts, and yet, she was getting turned on by the abuse and humiliation.
"Sara?" Greg asked, causing her to pause in her strokes, "Hold up for a second please."
"Whore, I want you to reach back with both hands and pull your ass cheeks apart for Sara." When she had done as requested, further humiliating herself in front of this stranger, Greg continued. "Sara, I want you to hit her asshole with that crop, as hard as you can. Are you OK with that?" he asked.
"Oh, yes Sir," she quickly replied, licking her lips in anticipation. Aiming, she brought the crop down hard right on the exposed bud.
SMACK
"Ahhh" Mrs. C. bellowed, knees beginning to buckle from the torment. Again, to her credit, she kept her hands in place holding her cheeks apart. Greg could tell she was close, and just needed a little nudge to push her over the edge.
"Ok Sara, just one more stroke. This time, I want you to do an underhand swing and hit her right on her clit and pussy lips."
"Yes Sir," she replied. No coercion was needed here.
When Mrs. C. had settled down and stopped moving, Sara took careful aim, and after several practice swings, brought the crop up hard right on Mrs. C's wet pussy lips.
SMACK
Mrs. C's head snapped up, as her knees quickly buckled under her. All thoughts of keeping her hands on her asscheeks were long forgotten, as she crumpled to the ground, a low keening sound coming from her, with her hands buried deep in her tortured pussy. She began to convulse and shake on the floor, as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body.
After a minute or two had passed, Mrs. C. had finally settled down and was now lying motionless on the floor, curled up in the fetal position. Her brow was covered in sweat, and her cheeks were a mottled color from the exertion of her torment and orgasm. Looking at Sara, I could see she was perspiring, and her cheeks were also flushed with excitement and exertion. Her nipples were hard as a rock under her t-shirt as she stared fixedly at Mrs. C.'s naked body at her feet.
Snapping Sara out of her trance, Greg informed her, "I think I like the crop the best. It's precise but also was easy to cover a large area very quickly. I think we'll take that one."
Nodding her head, she placed the crop down on the countertop beside her. Greg had no doubt now that Sara would likely be game for anything that he had in mind. "There was one other thing I am looking for Sara," he explained. "Mrs. C. likes being fucked in the ass, so I am looking for some butt plugs of varying sizes, which she can wear for periods, to help stretch her asshole out for me. Do you have anything like that?" Greg asked, already knowing the answer to the question.
"Yes Sir, we do. Right over here," she points to another display case against the other wall. Walking over she reached in and pulled out several different sizes and held them up for my inspection.
"Her ass is very tight right now, so I think we'll start her out on that one there," pointing to a black one that was about 1 ½" wide at its widest point. "Then we'll probably progress to that black one there," he added pointing to one that was roughly 2" wide. "And then, when she's nicely stretched out or she needs to be punished, we'll go with the big one there," pointing to a big black monster that had to be close to 3" wide.
"Sara, I wonder if you would mind humoring me one more time," Greg asked, knowing full well what the answer was going to be.
"Of course," she replied excitedly, knowing what he was going to ask of her.
"Mrs. C., crawl over here and offer your ass up to Sara," Greg ordered.
Mrs. C. raised herself off the ground, where she'd been laying, and slowly crawled over to Sara. The chain attached to her nipples was just long enough that it dragged slightly on the ground as she moved. Once she was at Sara's feet, she put her head to the floor and, reaching back with both hands, pried her abused ass cheeks apart once more. Her ass was now turning a wonderful mixture of colors, as the welts and bruises darkened in color.
"Sara, why don't you go ahead and take some lubricant from her pussy, and then see if you can get the smallest one in her ass?"
"Yes Sir." Sara quickly knelt behind Mrs. C., and, with her left hand, jammed 2 fingers, knuckle deep, into Mrs. C's soaking wet pussy. A soft moan escaped Mrs. C.'s lips, as Sara worked a 3rd finger in the pussy. After fucking Mrs. C's pussy with her fingers for several seconds, she withdrew her now glistening fingers and began to lather the butt plug with the juices. Sara repeated this process several more times until the plug was covered in pussy juices.
She then placed the tip of the plug at Mrs. C.'s asshole and began to gently push it in. When Sara began to encounter resistance, she slowly pulled the plug out a little bit, and then pushed it back in again, with a little more force. She continued this slow fucking motion, entranced with the sight of Mrs. C's anal bud stretching and contracting around the butt plug, as she forced more and more of it into her. When the fattest part finally slipped into her, Sara reluctantly released her hold on the plug and stood up.
"Sit up, Whore," Greg ordered. At that, Mrs. C. raised her head off the ground and knelt at the feet of her new tormentor, nipple clamps still on her engorged nipples and, now, a plug filling her ass as well. "Do you have anything to say to the nice young lady?" he asked.
"Uh, thank you, Ma'am..." She replied hesitatingly.
SLAP
Bringing his right hand down hard across Mrs. C's left cheek, the slap surprised both her and Sara. With some menace in his voice, he growled, "You can do better than that, Whore. Thank you for what?" Greg asked again.
Cringing with fear at being struck again, Mrs. C. replied once more, with a tremor in her voice, "Thank you Ma'am for showing my master how to properly put nipple clamps on his whore."
Greg was stunned. This was the first time she had referred to him as her master. He hadn't expected that early an acknowledgment from her. He had thought that it would be something that he would have to force on her, as he has had to do with this whole situation.
Not noticing Greg's look of surprise, since her head and eyes were now down, Mrs. C. continued. "And thank you for showing my master how to properly use the different tools to punish his whore, and for stretching this whore's ass, with the butt plug," she finished breathlessly, not daring to look up at Greg, for fear that she would disappoint him once more.
Raising her chin to look at him, Greg gently praised her, "That was much better Mrs. C. Now tell me, do you like having your ass filled with that plug?"
Nodding her head slightly, she replied, "Yes Sir."
"Very good. Now tell me, Mrs. C, do you think Sara should be rewarded for being such a big helper?"
A very quiet "Yes Sir."
Turning to Sara, Greg informed her, "You've been such a wonderful help to both myself and my Whore. I'd like to pay you back for your kindness."
She began to reply, "Oh no, that's not necessary. I..."
"No really, I do insist. You can do whatever you want to her as your reward."
"Anything?" she asks.
"Anything," Greg replied.
"Well, I've always wanted to try...but I've never had the opportunity to...you know," Sara mumbled in an embarrassed voice, "to...fuck a girl with a strap-on," she finally finished.
Beaming a big smile at her, Greg replied, "I think that's a wonderful idea." Stroking Mrs. C's hair, he asked, "Would you like to fuck her in the pussy or her nice tight ass?"
"Oh, I'd like to fuck her ass, if I could," she quickly replied.
"You most certainly can, Sara. Mrs. C. here would love it, wouldn't you, Whore?"
"Yes Sir."
Walking to another wall display, Sara took down a black leather harness and, reaching into a display case to her left, pulled out a pink dildo that was about 7 inches long and about 1 ½" wide. Holding it up, she asked me, "Is this ok, Sir?"
"That'll do just fine, Sara," Greg replied as she walked back over to stand in front of the kneeling Mrs. C. "Now before you begin, Sara, I want you to take your clothes off please."
After placing the harness and dildo on the counter beside her, and blushing a deep shade of red, Sara pulled off her t-shirt and unclasped her bra, revealing a very pretty little set of titties, with very hard nipples and dark areolas. When she appeared to be hesitant to go any further, as she stood there half-naked attempting to cover her breasts with one arm, Greg gently coaxed her on. "Now the pants and panties, Sara."
With a nervous smile, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic band of her stretch pants and pulled them down her legs, revealing a pretty pink thong, covering a small tuft of light-colored hair above her slit. Once she had stepped out of her pants, she repeated the process for her panties.
When she finally stood naked in front of them, Greg couldn't help but admire her body. Though she wasn't as shapely as Mrs. C, her body had just enough curves to be sexy and was tight in all the right places. It was evident she kept herself in good shape. "Wow, you are stunningly sexy Sara," Greg complimented her.
Blushing an even deeper red, she replied "Thank you, Sir."
"Now go ahead and get in that harness there." As she busied herself with the harness and dildo, Greg asked "What position would you like to fuck the Whore in?"
"I'd like to have her on her back with her knees up beside her head so that I can look into her eyes as I fuck her ass," she replied without any hesitation. This wasn't the first time she had thought about this.
"You heard her, Whore. On your back. Grab your legs. That's it, now raise that ass." Once she was in position, she had an arm wrapped behind each knee, holding them as close to the sides of her head as she could. This raised her ass off the ground and spread her pussy and ass quite nicely for them.
Sara then knelt before Mrs. C.'s offered ass and began working several fingers into her still-moist pussy. When they were covered in juices, she applied them to her rubber cock. It was sort of surreal watching this pretty girl stroking her cock. She repeated this procedure several more times until her cock glistened. She then reached down and slowly pulled out the butt plug, marveling at how the sphincter stretched to accommodate the fattest part of the plug, and then watched the muscle immediately tighten up as the plug was removed. Once the plug was out of the way, Sara scooted forward again until her cock was poised at Mrs. C.'s asshole. Then, nudging the head in, she began to slowly work its length into Mrs. C.
Mrs. C. began to grunt and bite her lower lip in concentration, as more and more of the rubber cock made its way into her ass. This was the second time today that she had had a cock in her ass. When Sara had the full length of her cock buried in Mrs. C., she began to slowly fuck it in and out of her. Soon the strokes began to pick up in speed and were now making a distinct slapping sound each time she bottomed out in her ass. Sara was staring intently at Mrs. C.'s face as she continued her assault on her ass. Sara was enjoying the sensations as well as each time she bottomed out in Mrs. C's asshole, the rubber cock would rub against her exposed clit sending waves of pleasurable sensations throughout her body.
Surprising everyone, Sara suddenly asked, "Please Sir, will you spank my ass with the crop, while I fuck your Whore? I've been a bad girl and need to be punished as well," she added meekly.
Not wanting to waste an opportunity, Greg quickly replied, "Of course."
With that, he took up the crop Sara had discarded earlier and began laying into Sara's ass. He started with light strokes, but as her ass reddened, Greg began to increase the strength of the blows. Soon Sara was grunting with each blow and was hammering her cock in and out of Mrs. C.'s ass as hard as she could.
"Yes, beat my ass, Sir. I've been a very bad girl. Spank my ass as I fuck your Whore." She began to rant these phrases over and over, as she picked up the pace of her thrusts. Soon Mrs. C. was grunting right along with Sara and it was obvious she was close to cumming again.
"You have been a bad little girl, Sara," Greg admonished her, as he continued beating her ass, "and now you're going to make the Whore cum again," he pointed out.
"Yeah? Are you going to cum for me, you dirty little Whore?" And with that, Sara grabbed hold of the chain connecting the two nipple clamps and began tugging hard on them while she continued to hammer away at Mrs. C's abused ass.
What a sight this was. Greg had never imagined, even in his wildest dreams, that something like this could have happened today. Yet here was this pretty little blonde thing, kneeling naked before him, wearing a large rubber cock, fucking the shit out of Mrs. C's asshole, and torturing her nipples, all the while begging him to beat her ass with a crop. Greg was in heaven and didn't want it to end.
"Please, Ma'am, may I cum?" Mrs. C. begged of her tormentor.
"Yesss....cum for me, you Whore," Sara hissed between thrusts as she grew near to her orgasm.
With that, Mrs. C. let out a mighty shriek, as her body began to convulse and shake beneath the weight of Sara. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, and her mouth hung open, as she bucked and thrashed, while the waves of pain/pleasure rolled over her.
All of the thrashing around was enough to also push Sara over the edge, as she came in an explosive climax. As Sara shuddered and shook, all the while buried to the hilt in Mrs. C.'s ass, Greg stopped beating her ass to marvel at the two women caught in the throes of their passion. Finally, Sara, almost reluctantly, began to pull her cock out of Mrs. C.'s ass.
"Take the harness and dildo off, Sara, and lay on your back beside the Whore," Greg ordered, fairly confident she would do as he instructed. Without hesitation, she did as she was told. Her shaven pussy lips were wet with her cum, and her little clit was standing proudly at attention. "Whore, get on your knees and eat her pussy," Greg ordered Mrs. C.
When she was in position, with her face only an inch away from this stranger's pussy, she tentatively stuck out her tongue and licked up the length of Sara's slit. It was obvious she had never eaten another woman out, before this. After a slight pause, where she decided that she didn't mind the taste of pussy, she began to lick and suck on her clit and pussy in earnest. Soon it was Sara's eyes rolling into the back of her head, as she enjoyed the ministrations of this older submissive woman between her legs. She grabbed hold of a handful of hair, at the back of Mrs. C.'s head, and began to grind her pussy into her face, all the while driving her on to lick it harder and deeper.
By this point, Greg had about all he could take and was dying to release himself. So he quickly stepped out of his clothes, and, with an already hardened cock, knelt behind his slave, took aim at her already abused and stretched asshole, and drove it home to the hilt on the first thrust.
Mrs. C. was so engrossed in eating out her first pussy, that she was completely ******* of what Greg had planned. Her first indication of that plan was when she felt her asshole being invaded by a cock again. She howled in pain, as Greg drove his dry cock balls deep on the first thrust. This time he didn't pause and began hammering as hard as he could into her.
Sara, never relinquishing her hold on the back of Mrs. C's head, began berating her as she ground her pussy into her face. "You like that, Whore? Eating my cunt while your master fucks your asshole? Huh? Do you like having my cunt juices all over your face? That's it. Keep sucking my clit. Now stick a finger in my ass. Yeah, that's it."
Sara was close to her second orgasm of the day, as her breathing had quickened to an almost panting state, and Mrs. C. was sucking and licking as quickly as she could. The sights, sounds, and sensations proved too much for both girls and their orgasms seem to overtake them at almost the same time.
Once their thrashing had slowed, Greg asked Sara, "Where do you want me to place my cum, Sara?"
"Cum on my pussy, Sir, and then make your whore lick it up," she replied.
With that, Greg quickly withdrew and scuttled up to Mrs. C.'s head, and, when his cock was less than an inch from her face, he began spurting a massive load all over Sara's pussy. When he had squeezed the last drop of cum onto her freshly eaten pussy, Mrs. C. began licking the cum off in long slow strokes of the tongue. Both Sara and Greg just marveled at the sight before them.
Once Mrs. C. had cleaned the last of the cum from Sara's pussy, she crawled over to Greg, took his cock in her mouth, and gave it a spit cleaning as well. Once it was also sufficiently clean, Greg stood up and donned his clothes. Sara took her cue from me and also dressed at the same time. Meanwhile, Mrs. C. Continued to kneel at Greg's feet awaiting further instructions.
Crouching down, Greg tried to remove the nipple clamps as gently as he could, but, despite his best efforts, it elicited a sharp gasp and moan, as each clamp was removed, and the blood rushed back into the engorged and abused nipple.
Stroking her head affectionately, Greg praised Mrs. C. "You did very well today Mrs. C. I'm very proud of you. You have certainly earned my favor today." She practically beamed at the praise and had a big grin on her face. "Now get dressed, gather up the things we are going to buy today and take them over to the cash register."
As she got dressed and gathered up the clamps, crop, collar, and 3 butt plugs, Greg took a moment to speak with Sara. "Thank you for helping me out today. You were a great help in the training of my slave."
Sara grinned back at him. "It was my pleasure, Sir." Handing him a scrap of paper with her name and number on it, she continued "and if you need my help at all with any future training, don't hesitate to give me a call. Anytime," she added suggestively.
"Count on it," was his reply as he headed out the door leaving Mrs. C. to pay for the items.
Once Mrs. C. was back in the car and on their way home, Greg announced the next phase of his plan to Mrs. C. "I will be moving into your house this weekend. My parents won't care because they are too busy fighting and find me more of an annoyance or hindrance to their squabbles. They'll be happy to not be burdened financially with me anymore. Especially since neither of them have a job at the moment." He paused then, to give Mrs. C. time to absorb what he had said.
"But Sir, what will we tell Stacey?" She asked.
Greg had expected her to protest his plan quite loudly and was quite shocked at her simple question instead. "We'll simply tell her that my parents are suffering severe financial problems and that you offered to let me stay with you while they got things sorted out. It's not like you don't have the room. That 3rd bedroom has been vacant for as long as I've known you," he rationalized.
"Any problems with that Mrs. C.?" Greg asked.
"No Sir," she quickly replied.
They drove the rest of the way home in silence, giving Greg time to formulate his next step. With his recent success controlling Mrs. C, Greg suddenly realized what his next step was going to be. His lifelong dream was now within his reach - to finally have Stacey to himself. Little did Mrs. C. realize that she was going to help him get her ********.
