Chapter 6
Thursday turned out to be as bad as the preceding three days. I swore that there was conspiracy against me, a "Let's get Todd" week declared by all my customers. All the way home, I thought only of a hot shower and a quiet night.
As I opened our front door, I knew something wasn't right. Silence greeted me. Linda usually has the stereo or TV going, but tonight there was neither.
"Linda? You home?" I called out. No answer.
Walking into the living room, I meant to get out of my clothes and into a soothing shower. But the sight in the dining room stopped me cold. Linda sat naked and strapped to a chiar, her hands tied behind her, her legs hooked around the legs of the chair.
"Oh my God! Linda!" I shouted as I rushed towards her.
The crack of a long, black whip stopped me just before I reached her. Camille stepped between us, blocking my approach. She adopted a wide and threatening stance. She stood with the whip snaked along the floor, her body covered in silver-studded, black leather. A dog collar circled her neck, spiked bands graced her wrists. Chains and silver rings ran over and hung from her skin-tight corset. It pressed her tits against her chest to bulge them up and over its deeply cut edge. Her hips sat fully exposed, the leather diving into her crotch in a narrow strip. Black mesh stockings hugged her legs, ending in stiletto spiked heels. The whip cracked again.
"At last, my handsome," Camille said, meanacing evil infusing her words. "You've kept us waiting. We don't like to be kept waiting. On your knees, you wretched cur!"
I stared from Camille to Linda and back again, then lowered to my knees. Linda didn't look scared. She looked as though she had resigned herself to her passive state. Fear never entered my thoughts, either. I knew full well that we were embarking upon yet another fantasy, an excursion into the darker side of sex.
"You are my slave," Camille said huskily. "You will obey me or feel my whip. Take off your shirt and tie, bare your back."
Camille rocked from foot to foot, trailed the whip across the floor in a slinking curve. My blood raced as I stripped to my pants. I had to obey her, my desire to know the sting of a snapping whip nonexistent. With Linda watching, I couldn't take the chance that Camille would turn her dominance on my wife's vulnerable body.
"Good boy," Camille purred. "On all fours. Crawl up to your wife's pussy and sniff it like a dog."
"Gladly!" I responded.
"Slaves don't talk!" Camille snapped. She laid the whip across my back and it slipped over my flesh. "Another outburst and my whip will do much more than kiss your skin."
I rushed into Linda's open cunt, sniffing and inhaling through her hairy nest, doing nothing more than I was told to do. My nostrils were filled with the heady scent of warm pussy.
"Lick it!" Camille cracked the whip for emphasis and my tongue leapt out of my mouth and made immediate contact with Linda's furry mound. I lapped up and down her slit like a thirsty dog, poking just my tip between her lips. Her moist gash quivered at my touch. Linda moaned as my tongue flew from her rising clit to her pouting hole; her body squirming to raise her cunt from the seat. But the chair prevented me from reaching any further down between her legs.
"Climb in and root around. Squeal like a pig."
I felt ridiculous as I oinked and grunted up Linda's cunt, my face burrowing between the folds, my mouth nibbling on velvet flesh.
"Enough," Camille said, pulling back on my shoulder. "Good slaves get rewards. Remember that. Now, remove the rest of your clothes. I have a surprise for your cock."
I stood up and did as instructed, my dick leaping out of my shorts in glorious fullness. I straightened up to await my surprise.
Camille slipped a thin strap of leather beneath my balls, lifted them, then snapped the strap into a circle at the base of my dick. My balls raised away from my thighs and my cock throbed with trapped blood.
"A cock ring looks good on you," camille said, greedily eyeing my encircled prick. "Your balls are smoother and much more appealing. You should always wear one."
The leather sat snugly around my girth and definitely firmed my dick. I slowly got used to the new feelings, came to enjoy it. I stared down at my crotch, at the stretched skin over my nuts, my curly hairs sticking out wildly. My dick bobbed to the steady beat of my pulsing heart, just a little, just enough to give it a life of its own.
Camille leaned over and kissed my hot knob. "Your first reward," she announced, moving behind Linda. She touched her hair, the whip dangling over her breasts. The end coiled in her crotch. "Isn't she beautiful? Don't you like her like this, a toy for our wildest desires? Her body is ours to enjoy."
The whip climbed up her torso, slipped from her shoulder, fell to the floor. Camille's hands grabbed Linda's tits, squeezed them to point soft nipples in my direction. Then she closed over them, pressed her palms into Linda's chest and circled the pliable mounds beneath her rotating hands. Her fingers clamped onto her rising knobs and stretched supple flesh away from her trembling body. I had never abused my wife's breasts so harshly. Now I got a strange thrill from watching such rough treatment; Linda's tits enlogated into slender projectiles.
Camille released her tugging hands and Linda's tits eased back into place, wobbling, jiggling, her red circles redder then before. A breathy sigh followed the release of her mounds, her shoulders rocking to sway her beautiful breasts, her peaks jutting forward provocatively.
"Climb on the chair and feed your cock to this slave's mouth. Ram her full of your pretty penis!"
I stood on the chair, one foot pressing into Linda's box, my big toe rising and falling to tickle her slit. I had to scrunch down a bit to place my dick before her mouth, my legs straining to hold me in the right position. The awkward stance was quickly forgotten as Linda's lips touched my fevered tip. My hands clasped Camille's shoulders to hold me steady, my dick sinking into sumptuous softness. Meanwhile, Linda was drooling over my cockhead and down my shaft.
"Beg for my tits," Camille ordered. "Tell me how much you want them."
"Please, please, bare your breasts. Let me suck on your beautiful tits. Let my mouth devour you."
Camille tugged at her top and her tits popped out, two lovely sundaes with a little cherry on each. I hungrily lowered my face, my dick still gliding in and out of Linda's mouth as my lips clasped pliable flesh between them. My tongue raced out to encounter soft nipples. I wanted to lick and poke them into firmness. I was so eager for Camille's breasts that I sucked on almost entirely into my drooling cave. One had left her shoulder to force the rest of her curving mound into my chomping mouth. Her knob rose up to tickle my tonsils and I damn near gagged, head to pull off her supple splendor. My teeth gripped her erect nipple, my lips sliding forward and back. I was careful not to bite too hard, my tongue flickering across her captive peak.
In the midst of sucking and fucking, my legs gave out.
I started to topple. I grabbed Camille, her tit slipping away from me, my dick extracted from Linda's mouth. I quickly stood, stopped a potentially disastrous fall. My body pounded with an infusion of startled adrenaline.
Linda remained strangely silent as I climbed off the chair. I breathed deeply in eager anticipation of Camille's next command. My dick was in need of action. It throbbed madly in my crotch, my cock head wet and trembling with desire.
Camille moved around the chair to stand only inches away from my heated body. "On the floor, slave! Kiss ray shoes. Take them off to tongue my toes."
I knelt down and lifted one foot to my lips, kissed the cold leather and slipped it away from her stockinged toes. Then I licked and sucked, running my tongue along the sole of her foot. After that, I did the other one.
"Undress me with your mouth, you lowly creature. Use your hands and you'll taste the power of my whip!"
I clasped my hands behind my back as I raised up her long legs. She turned around to give me access to the zipper in the back of her corset. My tongue lifted the zipper's latch and my teeth clamped tightly onto it. I tugged downwards, the zipper clicking from tooth to tooth. Her back became exposed as the leather opened, the start of her asscrack brazenly displayed when I reached the zipper's end. I kissed the small of her back and licked into the darkness of her narrow channel.
My mouth closed around a leathery edge and pulled. The corset didn't budge. My task seemed suddenly impossible and I feared the sting of Camille's whip. I released my mouth, tried to come up with a new and more successful approach.
Camille turned around, sat her pussy in front of my face, her legs parted just enough to allow my mouth to reach into her crotch. I closed my teeth around the narrowband between her thighs, smelled the delightful aroma of hot pussy, my mouth so near to heavenly snatch and yet so far. I pulled straight down and the corset came with me, sliding over her hips. Camille stepped out of it when I had worked it down to her ankles.
I immeditaely returned to her crotch, my lips drawing nylon into my mouth. I chewed around her covered cunt, nipped and nibbled longer than I had to. My dick pounded at the taste of fresh twat, her stocking moist with pussy juice. I lowered. The nylon stretched and then began to move down her abdomen to slowly expose her soft, white skin. I stretched out between her legs, forced her to take a wider stance so I could lower and watch at the same time.
Her pussy jumped into view and my dick wobbled in my crotch. It wanted to reach up and dive into her muff. I stared into the darkness between her slightly parted lips, her lush interior hidden from my prying eyes.
With my head on the floor, my mouth full of nylon, Camille lifted one leg. I chewed towards the leg to pull the stocking from her foot. Her cunt opened above me as she worked herself free of the clinging hose, a pink valley in a black landscape. My dick drooled at the sight. The other leg was much more easily stripped.
"You've earned another reward," Camille said, moving to a black satchel that looked like an old doctor's bag. "Stand up," she ordered as she rummaged around for my next prize. She approached me with a hunk of chain, the ends concealed in her closed hands.
She gazed at my chest, then attached tit clamps to my nipples. Hard rubber claws closed over my tender knobs, bit into my flesh. Pressure surged through my chest, then eased into a mild burning sensation. She pulled the chain, slightly tugging my tiny nipples away from my body. The burning intensified and I was extremely grateful when she let the chain fall onto my chest. With the pressure lessened, the gripping claws became more tolerable.
I stared down at my chest, my flesh reddening around my captured nipples. I gradually got used to the pres sure, the burning stabilizing into a warming heat.
Camille focused on Linda, stroked her legs and lifted her from the chair, her arms still held behind her back. "On the floor, my pretty one. Get on your back and spread your legs to open your pussy!"
Linda stretched out, her knees raised, her cunt tempting my cock, her hands keeping her ass slightly off the floor.
"Don't just stand there, you imbecile!" Camille ordered. "Feed her your hot cock and eat her pussy! Bury your face. Bury your prick. Bounce your ass in front of me. Now!"
It didn't take me two seconds to get into position, my hand grabbing my dick to point my head at Linda's open mouth, her lips moist and parted. She closed around my aching knob and sucked me in, gobbled on my lengthy lollipop until she had it all, my balls resting on her eyelids.
I lowered onto my elbows. My hands curled around her ass to reach into her pussy so they could pull her apart for my advancing tongue. Her clit was hot and hard as I drew it into my mouth. I sucked on her prong as she sucked on mine. My nose was kissed by the warm dew of her juicing cunt, filled by the arousing scent of her sex.
My hips pumped my dick into Linda's throat. I had to be careful not to slip out of her grip, her hands unable to guide me back in. Her lips clamed tightly around my girth to ensure I stayed always in her.
I left her clit to lick up and down her slit, to take her fluids onto my tongue and drink the fantastic flavour of her flowing pussy. My fingers played her folds around my rushing mouth. I finally settled into her hole, my tongue darting inside her cunt to flicker in her humid interior, my lips spreading into soft flesh.
Linda deep-throated my dick so well that I was ready to climax at any moment. But I didn't. Camille changed my focus before I released my load.
As my ass bobbed in the air, Camille played the whip over my flesh, tickled through the tiny hairs on my bouncing mounds. My muscles itched from the feathery touch, my ass cheeks clenching, tightening at the light delivery of snaking leather. I didn't relax until the thing was completely removed.
But Camille had more designs on my hairy bottom. The firm handle of the whip slipped between my cheeks, rode down my crack, filled my crevice. She stroked my backside, ran the leather over my asshole. I concentrated on her activity, wondered if she would try to force that thing up inside me. Great relief accompanied the whip's removal.
Pleasure consumed my butt when Camille's hands slid into my crack to spread me open for her mouth. She kissed up and down my valley before closing onto my puckered little opening. Her tongue moistened my rim, barely entered my dark tunnel. This I liked, and my climax rose again.
The three of us were linked together, my tongue in Linda's pussy, her tongue wrapped around my diving dong, and Camille's tongue pressing slightly up my butt. If this was slavery, I wondered why it was ever abolished!
Camille pulled out of my ass, her fingers spreading her saliva over my hole. My sphincter sat totally relaxed for her, ready to accept her tongue or her finger. My ass was prepared for either.
Suddenly, Linda erupted into my mouth, her orgasm coming as quite a shock. Her hips pumped her juices out of her cave and into mine. I sucked and drank, didn't let one drop escape. Linda moaned as her pussy exploded around my face, my tongue lapping and licking between her walls.
Camille sat in front of me as I lifted up and away from Linda's box. She held one finger of her right hand in front of Linda. She shoved the thing into Linda's pussy, moved it around to get it moist and glistening. Caressing it with loving fingers, she spread cunt juice completely over her slender, long finger.
I had no idea what she had in mind and eyed it curiously. It didn't look like any dildo I had ever seen. "What's that for?" I finally asked.
"It is your reward, your prize for bringing your wife to orgasm," she explained, raising up and returning to her position behind my ass.
One hand entered my crack, her fingers spreading to push my cheeks apart. I suddenly knew where that thing was going! "You're not!"
"Oh, yes, I am! You'll like it and what better place to put it? Or would you rather I raise welts on your tender flesh with my cracking whip? Tell me, slave! Choose your pleasure."
Neither choice sounded particularly enjoyable. But what did I know? I had grown quite accustomed to leather strapped tightly around my cock and balls and clamps locked firmly onto my nipples. Maybe that finger up my ass wouldn't feel too bad.
"Plug my ass. Stick it up my butt!" I screamed. Camille laughed as she placed the slippery tip against my tightly clamped hole. "No more the conservative, eh, Mr. Lawrence? Did you ever think you'd beg me to ram something up your ass?" Camille laughed heartily and obviously didn't expect an answer.
She twisted the finger around and around, forced it slowly and gently into my asshole. I stretched around the hard knob, reaching up inside me until my hole closed into the performed groove. The digit was successfully planted up my posterior. It filled my channel, causing only a slight discomfort, a feeling of being very full.
My hips had stopped moving during all the activity which centered on my butt. With my ass packed and pounding, I drove my dick back into Linda's throat, my attention returned to reaching climax.
My bobbing ass worked the finger, made it fuck me in tiny strokes. It didn't move much, didn't have to. I felt very shifting of position in intimate detail, my ass channel quite sensitive to movement of any kind. And I couldn't stop it. My butt muscles naturally flex when I'm fucking and I wasn't about to stop fucking Linda's chomping mouth. I wouldn't stop until I had painted her throat with my semen!
I shortened my strokes, picking up my pace to reach orgasm as soon as I could. If I dumped my load my ass would no longer work the finger in and out of my rectum. Sitting still, the thing was okay, but riding along my clasping channel was not my idea of a tremendously good time. There was a certain naughtiness about having something shoved up my ass, even if it was a lady's finger. Still, it was meant to give me pleasure. I didn't want to admit that I like being butt-fucked, but my ass had never been so excited or so aroused. Of course, my excitement could have been caused by the cock ring, another new experience this day.
Camille slapped my ass. First one side, then the other. Then both at once. She banged the finger around inside my butt, added pressure from her spanking hands. This new sensation was fine until her hand slapped firmly onto the base of her hand. This action drove her finger even further up my tender backside. Thankfully, she only did it once, then she left my ass alone.
I ignored the fullness in my butt and the biting pressure on my inflamed nipples. My climax teetered so near the edge that I could think of nothing else!
I lodged my cockhead in Linda's throat, then barely moved. Her locked lips shifted the skin on my rockhard muscle just enough to keep my cum climbing. I laid my face against her pussy, gripped her globes. Orgasm sat so close that even stopping all movement would have brought on its release. I moved my cock with just the power of the muscles in my groin, that group having a triple effect. Not only did it push and pull my cock, it rocked my nuts and felt Camille's finger. Triple stimulation brought me to climax.
My body shuddered at the first leaping blast, trembled through the following shots, my fingers digging into Linda's flesh, a scream muffled by her fluffy bush.
Linda gulped and sucked, her lips working madly over my spewing stick, her tongue plastered to my prong. I raised my hips to let some of my flavourful cum splatter onto her taste buds.
The tip of her tongue pasted itself onto the tip of my dick when I had fully emptied my rod. A guttural grunt let her know how wonderful it felt to have her try to climb into my cockhole.
I left my dick inside her marvelous mouth until I began to go soft. This took quite some time because of the cock ring strapped around my genitals. I kissed her cunt before extracting my wrinkled flesh from her beautiful face.
Only when I stretched out on the floor did I remember that my butt had been packed full of unyielding finger and my knobs were squeezed by gripping clamps. I looked around for Camille, for my next reward, for her next command. But she had gathered her things and left.
I immediately was conscious of my ass, the feeling of relief unbelievable. I also wasted no time in umclamping my nipples. A deep breath followed their release, blood rushing into my knobs to set them on fire, the burning and tingling incredible. My hands massaged some of the soreness from my bruised flesh.
"If you're through playing with yourself, would you please help me? I think my hands have gone to sleep!"
Linda wailed. "Sorry, honey. You okay?"
"Yes, fine. But you and I have to talk. You really got off on all that stuff, didn't you? Thos clamps and that finger up your butt. Don't you think that's a little weird?"
"No!" I was surprised by my instant response. "I mean, it isn't weird if it gives you pleasure."
"I guess not. It just looked a bit bizarre."
"Trust me. It wasn't. Here, wanna try?" I asked, holding out the tit clamps.
"Not just now." Linda sat up and rubbed her breasts. "I think Camille is a little kinky. Do you want to go on with this?"
"Only if you do. Did she hurt you?"
"No, it's not that. But what is she going to do after this?"
It was a question that neither of us could answer. "Come on, let's have supper. We can talk about it later, make a decision after we've both had time to think."
I helped her up and we headed for the kitchen, to a late and naked dinner.