THE PAIN
‘I’m in the mood for some pain’ Louise confides to Sue during one of their regular telephone conversations. ‘I don’t suppose you fancy coming over here tonight so we can use the pillory and light the candles?’ ‘I’ll ask Gordon when he gets back from the shop, and call you back.’
Gordon is not only willing, but very keen and eager, which means that at a little before 8 o’clock they arrive. As is usual on hot summer evenings, Louise and Peter are sitting outside on the front patio with cool drinks. As Peter fetches the guests some refreshment, Louise confirms her need for pain.
Peter has prepared the bedroom, because it is air-conditioned, by moving the bed to one side and taking in the pillory. The bed is permanently primed with ropes; the dressing table has been cleared and is now covered with all the devices for pain that they possess. There is a paddle, a whip, a flogger and a riding crop, in addition to handcuffs, ankle cuffs, wax candles, nipple clamps, pegs, mouth gag and much more.
‘Let’s go to the cool of the bedroom’ Peter suggests, and they troop upstairs. ‘Shall we all take charge of you?’ he asks Louise, ‘or would you like to do the directing?
‘You take charge of me for the first half’ she replies, ‘and then I’ll take charge of all of you. OK?’ They all nod. Tonight she is dressed in white cotton trousers, colourfully embroidered, teamed with a plain white vest over delicate bra and destructible thong.Understanding the drift of the evening, Sue and Gordon have brought appropriate gear. Gordon and Peter both change into shiny black pants and Sue into a black PVC domination one piece, which laces at the front exposing her cleavage.
Sue addresses Louise. ‘Right you useless sniveling fucking little weasel, get your trousers off and lie face down on the bed.’ Her wrists and ankles are tightly secured, and a pillow is pushed under her to raise her ass.
‘I caught you gobbling my husband’s cock, you vile little cunt, and now you will pay for it.’ Sue continues, picking up a flogger from the table. She is followed by Gordon, who picks up the studded paddle, and Peter who selects the whip. The riding crop is the most vicious, so that will be used later. Sue warms the willing ass with a few medium strength strokes, and gradually adds more strength. Peter gags her, as she will soon want to scream. It is impossible to ignore the look of pleasure on Sue’s face as she lashes Louise’s ass with ever harder and more frequent strokes. Peter and Gordon are standing with their chosen weapons poised, ready to take over from Sue, and increase the pain.
As soon as Sue finishes, the boys grab her and put her into the pillory, undoing the press -studs under her crotch to reveal her round ass. Peter takes the flogger and brings it down hard on her cheeks, before opting to continue with the whip. Gordon is bringing the paddle down with full force on Louise’s now red ass, and Peter is making red lines over Sue’s. He applies Sue’s gag before continuing, and is causing her to scream, even through the gag.
When they change over, Peter picks up some scissors, and cuts the thong from Louise, to lay bare her wet and open cunt. He brings the whip down on her with great ferocity, causing extreme pain, and turning her ass deep purple. He signals to Gordon to take over from him, as he pulls down his pants, and pushes his cock into Sue’s mouth, almost choking her. Gordon follows the lead, and does something similar, but in his case he pushes his cock into Louise’s slippery pussy. The diversions provide a respite from the pain.
‘Let’s swap them over’, the guys agree; putting Louise in the pillory, and Sue on the bed, face up. After securely tying her, Peter opens the lacing at the front of her garment, allowing her tits to escape. Not content with squeezing and biting them, he fits nipple clamps and screws them down hard, so that the pain seers through her body.
Meanwhile, in the pillory, Gordon has opened Louise’s mouth, and shoved his manhood into it. By now both men have discarded their pants. Strangely, only the men are fully nude, as Sue still has her domination suit loosely attached, and Louise is partially covered by her top and bra.
‘Are you repentant?’ Peter asks Louise. ‘No’ is the defiant answer. ‘Right, you fucking bitch’ he threatens, picking up the riding crop, ‘now you will pay dearly.’ With deadly accuracy the weapon finds her ass and thighs, time and time again, and rivulets of blood are forming at the ends of the welts. It is enough. She is released from the pillory, and asks Peter to hold Sue’s legs in the air. Grabbing the riding crop, she delivers a succession of extra heavy strokes across Sue’s ass, filling in the remaining white patches.
‘Right, you bastards’, Louise addresses the men, ‘now it’s your turn to reap the rewards of a woman’s wrath!’ Sue ties Peter to the bed, with his ass in the air, while Louise locks Gordon in the pillory. Louise tosses the flogger to Sue, who has removed the last vestiges of clothing, ‘warm his ass!’ Louise finally takes off her top and bra, sits on the edge of the bed, and thrusts her pussy at Gordon’s mouth, forcing him to lick her. ‘If you make me cum, I’ll be gentle with you, well, fairly!’
Sue admonishes Peter ‘You’ve made my nipples very sore, and I won’t be able to wear a bra for ages!’ The flogger crashes down on his ass again and again, ‘but, if you lick my pussy and make me cum, I might forgive you.’ She undoes his restraints so that he can turn over, enabling her to position herself over his face, and rub his prick will every lick!
Louise’s cry as she reaches orgasm fills the room, and Sue witnesses her jerks and contortions. ‘Well done’ she tells Gordon, and opens the pillory so they can join the other two on the bed. While Peter licks Sue, Louise impales herself on Gordon’s stiff cock, alternating circular movements, with backwards and forwards and up and down, often combining all three. She knows that he will not be able to last long under that onslaught, and encourages him to suck her nipples, too. Soon she feels his body stiffen, and hears has breathing quicken, as the dam bursts, causing white-water flooding, foaming from the entrance as he withdraws. The spectacle tips Sue over the edge, and she quivers uncontrollably, rubbing Peter to completion, until the feeling subside
.‘I think we both need a few days to recover, Sue’, Louise says as they fall into a hug.
The evening has not exactly followed the plan, but the results have exceeded all expectations!
