Writhing from the constant pressure of those clothes pegs on his privates, doug could do nothing other than witness the perverted scene that was taking place before him. When Ms. Cockrill tied the crotchrope in place and forced the vibrator as well as the butt plug into louise’s holes, a signal was immediately sent to his genitals. It was a good thing for him that the needled pouch had been removed.

In scenes with his wife doug had indeed used a vibro as well as a butt plug before, and he’d also used a spreader bar on her many times. But he never used one in quite the same manner as the real estate lady did, and when the bound man saw his wife suspended upside down and spinning around, his cock was at full extension despite the clothespins.

Seeing his pain-slut of a wife in this position made him think of the time at that party when this Domme forced a kneeling louise to suck her tits, but that was nothing compared to this. The bound and pegged man was actually enjoying watching Liz slap his suspended wife’s butt cheeks repeatedly, turning the her rear cheeks fiery red.

Once she had stopped spinning, louise got an upside down view of her husband’s purplish erection, which Ms. Cockrill couldn’t help but witness as well. His brief levity at the thought of what that must’ve looked like was interrupted coarsely by the not-too-pleased woman holding a riding crop. “I don’t recall giving you permission to get an erection, doug! I thought the pegs might’ve stopped that, but obviously I was wrong. . . Excuse me louise while I deal with your randy husband.”

His punishment for getting a hard-on without permission was immediate. He groaned painfully when she flicked the leather end of the crop against the tip of his penis. The shooting pain caused him to wince and groan incoherently into his gag as one of the clothespins went flying across the room. Another one soon followed a different direction. Since the experienced man knew all too well that clothespins always hurt worse when they come off compared to when they are applied, the crop wielding woman didn’t disappoint him. One by one she whipped them off causing the man anguished discomfort. Each spot on doug’s shrinking cock where a peg pinched the sensitive skin felt like it had been stung by a dozen wasps each time a peg was knocked off, and by the time the last one was heading across the room, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

“Not quite finished,” Liz added coldly. She then placed several cock rings around the length of his penis. “That should stop you from any further excitement. Do that again and I won’t be as gentle with you!” The miserable man tried a meek reply but nothing really registered.

Leaving the chastised man to his suffering, Liz once again resumed louise’s punishment, this time using the riding crop on some areas of the suspended woman’s body that doug was all too familiar with. Her butt and thighs seemed to bear the brunt of the assault. Liz showed her expertise with that particular implement, as she landed each thwap exactly next to the previous one. Even doug could hear his wife’s whimpering sounds under the hood. At that point he couldn’t tell if they were moans of anguish or joy. Being the pain-slut she had become, he wouldn’t be surprised if it were the latter.

In addition doug got the feeling that his wife was enjoying being Ms. Cockrill’s slave, not that that was a bad thing. He always got off on watching girl/girl scenes.

He also got another thought. He wondered if Ms. Cockrill had ever put rings on Mr. Roquefort?. After all, why would they have such things here if they weren’t used on someone? doug, himself, had indeed experienced these devious devices before. It also fortified another idea the enslaved man had. This real estate lady was more than just a salesperson. He was convinced she also lived here. Was she the Roquefort’s slave?. . . Or was she their Mistress? . . . Maybe both! . . . She is probably a switch! Maybe they were all switches? Despite the lingering effects from his punishment, doug couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly when he thought of the combinations that could produce. He also thought about the parties he and louise could throw in this place.

By now Liz had wandered over to refresh herself after she had worn herself out whipping louise. The pegged man could hear her say something about sweating buckets. He was sure that it had to be hot under that catsuit, which seemed to be molded to her like the proverbial second skin. He couldn’t help but notice a healthy pair of breasts that were trying to burst out, and the way the material stretched so tightly over her ample derriere, if she had a pimple on her butt cheeks he would’ve seen it.

At the point when Liz picked up the remote control to activate the vibrator and the butt-plug, doug felt the rope around his right wrist that had him pinned to the chair, slip. Suddenly, doug felt like there was a chance of escape, but he had to be cautious about it. Liz was no dummy. Surely if she suspected he was trying to escape his bonds, she would’ve tightened the knots and punished him further.

When Ms. Cockrill rose from her seat to approach louise again, doug watched carefully that the latexed woman couldn’t see him out of her peripheral vision. When he saw her push louise’s hanging body, he pulled harder on his right wrist, which miraculously freed his arm. “A nice sight,” Liz said without looking at him. That gave him time to reach over quickly and untie his left wrist.

By that time Liz had picked out the whip she would use on louise’s spinning body, and doug had to feign like he was still bound while Ms. Cockrill used a thick six-tailed whip on louise. The whip-wielding woman showed no mercy whatever on the upside down suspended slave. Liz proved to be just as proficient with this instrument, giving louise the hardest whipping yet, getting a steady rhythm going and hitting the spinning body wherever she could, while poor louise was screaming into her gag.

It was during that time, however, when doug was able to free his legs, take out the gag and remove the rings.

Suddenly the spinning and the whipping stopped, but doug noticed something. Louise’s juices were running freely over her corset and hood. That answered his previous question.

But Ms. Cockrill wasn’t quite through with her slave-girl. At that point she turned the dial on the remote to it’s highest position. What followed was a mind-blowing orgasm for a thoroughly spent louise. “Cum for me now, cum for your Mistress!” Liz exclaimed. Doug felt gladness that his precious louise had achieved what every submissive longs for.

Once the vibrator was slowly turned off, and louise’s body was slowly lowered to the ground, it was time for Doug to act. While Liz had her back turned toward the “ bound and gagged” man, and while she was talking to the still hooded louise, he quickly and quietly snuck up on the unsuspecting real estate lady, who yelped suddenly from the strong pull on her hair. Looping his strong left arm around the woman’s smooth waist, he pinned her body to him. Ms. Cockrill was no weakling, but he exercised and lifted weights, so he easily controlled her as she screamed and fought against him. - Doug could see louise’s shocked expression in her eyes, and he wasn’t sure at that point who’s side she was on.

Desperately flailing her arms wildly trying to strike him, Liz was not giving up easily. Evading the blows Doug dragged her backwards in the direction of the stocks. His vision of seeing her naked body in that classic medieval implement was about to come true. Very carefully, he pushed her left arm into place, followed by her head and right arm. This time he knew where the key was.

“There we go my dear. This is the position I envisioned you to be in when I first saw this dungeon. It was rather kind of you to show us this,” he said sarcastically as Liz struggled and screamed. To negate her from trying to kick him, he retrieved one of the spreader bars she used on louise and put it in place. “I do believe I’ve heard quite enough of your mouth my dear. Where’s that balloon gag? Ah yes, right over near the chair you had me bound to!”

Liz’s loud protest was soon muted as Doug, who had rushed into the bathroom to pour some alcohol on the rubber gag, returned to where Liz was still screaming bloody murder, and forced her mouth open by squeezing the sides of her jaws. “This is really an ingenius gag you had in me Lizzie baby. Let’s see how you like it,” Doug said with a guffaw. Then squeezing the pump, he watched in glee, as the real estate lady’s jaws inflated.

Once he had his now slave girl immobilized and quiet, Doug ambled over to where louise was still bound and gagged. At least she wasn’t upside down anymore. Removing the hood and ungagging her, he looked at his wife, who seemed to be in a languid state. True, she was reveling in the most mind-blowing orgasm ever, and Doug was glad she experienced it. However, she was still his wife. Did she want to remain so? . . . Or did she want to become Liz’s permanent slave?

At that point he removed the other spreader bar, but something told him that she should be kept restrained. So he placed her on her knees with her wrists cuffed behind her and with one of her ankles chained to one of the hooks in the floor. He also reinserted the ball gag. “There you go my dear, don’t go anywhere while I work on your precious Mistress. . . or is that slave lizzie.” He chuckled out loud. “I think that’s my new name for our precious real estate lady!”

Leaving louise to her “ringside seat” as it were, Doug walked over to where he saw some closets and drawers, looked through them and smiled. In one of the drawers he found a shiny, wooden paddle, that was wide enough to cover both of a spankee’s rear cheeks. In one of the closets he found some leather pants. “Ah these must be Mr. Roquefort’s. Holding them up to his waist, the naked man smiled. “I think they might fit me! What do you think lou?” ...Nodding her head in his direction his wife tried to speak, “TTTMMMFFF”...”I think so too,” her husband answered whimsically. Sitting down, he pulled them onto his legs, stood up and pulled up the sleek material. “Almost as tight as that latex suit you had me wear lizzie,” he said with a laugh. Still smarting from those dratted needles and the clothespins, the man very carefully drew the zipper over his crotch.

“Hey, this feels pretty good. Mr. Roquefort and I must be the same size. What do you think ladies?” Doug asked as he spun around. When he didn’t hear a response he picked up the riding crop and quickly whacked lizzie across her still catsuited butt. “I asked you a question, slave!”...”YSR!” he thought he heard her blurt into the gag. He smiled. She was quick with that polite response, which told him she’d been a submissive before...which meant he was correct about her being a switch.

Then Doug looked over at his kneeling, gagged wife. “The same goes for you. When I ask a question, I want an answer, and since I addressed my query toward both of you ladies, I expected a response from you as well!” After he ambled over to her, he ordered to kneel up straight. A fiery red bottom and matching thighs greeted him, but the Dominant man had to maintain discipline. Two whacks with the riding crop, one on each cheek, forced the same sort of response out of louise as he got out of lizzie.

Then walking back over to where he laid that wooden paddle, his eyes lit up when he marveled at the shiny piece of maple. “You know lizzie,” Doug said as he addressed a now fearful looking real estate lady. “It was quite sneaky of you to lock us both down here while you watched us from upstairs,” he continued as he strolled back behind the stocked woman. “And there’s something else. I am quite familiar with real estate laws, my father was into this as well and I learned a few things. You know that contract that you had louise and I sign? We have three days to break it! So don’t think you’ve made this sale yet! This is a great place, for sure, but if I were you I’d cooperate with me if you want to realize that hefty commission you’d get for this sale!

“YSR.”

“On a another subject, you know that fake escape attempt by louise?” His wife’s face reddened when she heard him say that. “She knew there was no other way out of this cellar other then that one door,” he emphasized with a point of his finger. “She did that so you’d punish her. I guess by now you’ve learned what a pain-slut she is. But more than that, if a building inspector were to come in here, he’d flunk this house because of a fire code violation!...And the Roqueforts could never sell it to anyone!”
It was quite comical watching the lady with the charming English accent with her mouth stuffed trying to answer Doug’s declarations. “So I would suggest, lizzie, that you inform the sellers that they must have an outside entrance installed here, or the deal’s off!” Ms. Cockrill nodded in agreement.

Then laying the crop and wooden paddle on a table, Doug gazed at the catsuited ex-mistress, and looked for the zipper to the smooth material. Right up between her ample breasts it was. “I must say slave lizzie, you do look scrumptious in that catsuit, but I’m afraid it must come off. Reaching for the zipper, he drew it down, and a set of what he estimated to be size 38 or 40 breasts popped out. “Whoa louise!” Doug said as he looked over at an attentive wife. “You’d love sucking on these!” He raved as he slowly began rubbing the nipples. At first liz tried to pull her breasts away from the man’s hands, but it was for naught. “Oh I can have some fun with these later,” he boasted. Then he started peeling the latex down off her shoulders. It was necessary to fish the key to the lock out a zippered pocket of the catsuit so he could unlock the left arm hole in order to take the sleek material off her arm. After relocking her left arm in, he repeated the procedure on the right arm. After replacing that arm back in the stock, it was simply a matter of peeling the material down. He encountered some resistance pushing it over her hips, but he managed. Then there was the spreader bar. One leg at a time, he pulled the material down and off.

Locked before him in the classic position, was Ms. Cockrill, the charming English sales lady turned Mistress, who was now reduced to a submissive slave. Her naked breasts dangled invitingly, and her alabaster rear cheeks stretched tightly. He smiled at the spectacle before him. Such a glorious sight it was!

Doug’s leather pants crinkled as he moseyed over to pick up the wooden paddle. “You know at first lizzie, I was just going to use that hard-leather paddle on you, but I have a feeling that would be too easy on you. I think you can take a lot more. Isn’t that right, slave lizzie? ...”YSR.”... “That’s what I thought,” the leathered man said as he rubbed the maple colored paddle round and round on lizzie’s bottom. “Let’s find out how much you can take.”

He could see the bent-over long-haired woman try to relax her bottom, which was another sign this lady is no amateur. Doug smiled and raised the paddle in the air....then....................................... ...............WHACK!CRACK!SMACK!WHACK!SMACK!CRACK !SMACK!WHACK!WHACK!CRACK!WHACK!CRACK!SMACK!WHACK!C RACK!............................................. .................................................. .................................................. ............