Ms. Cockrill, or slave lizzie, looked deliciously stunning to Doug as he ambled around her suspended form. Her twin thirty-eights sprouted majestically from her chest and her nipples were already hard. The glistening moisture between her legs told the leather clad man that she was eagerly anticipating the inevitable occurrence that was about to enfold. From the initial introduction Doug was enthralled by the real estate lady’s charming voice and her shiny brown eyes. The confident manner in which she showed louise and himself this richly immaculate house further raised her stature.

It was, however, when she daringly showed the couple this dungeon, that clearly told him that there was more to this woman than just being a saleslady. The events of last hours accented that notion. This woman had indeed proven to be a superior Mistress, for she knew her way around this playroom expertly. Doug felt no anger toward her whatsoever, because it was he who essentially allowed Ms. Cockrill to enslave him. Surely there were instances when he could’ve overpowered her to put a stop to her “fun.” Yet, he chose to submit to her, and he is not sorry about it.

Now, however, the tables have been changed. Reaching out to remove the blindfold, he smiled pleasantly. “I want to see those pretty eyes,” he said as he caressed the side of her curved face with his hand. The wanton excitement that was showing in those windows to her inner self spurred Doug on. “The gag stays in though,” he added as he gave the pump a few squeezes.

Looking over at an attentive louise who was hogtied across the room, he gave lizzie another compliment. “That was a superior whipping you gave to my dear wife. That’s a scene I will not forget anytime soon.” Under her gag, Doug thought he detected a sincere, “Thank you Sir.”

“So I think it would be remiss of me to begin this scene without a whipping, don’t you think?” Her eyes told him she would be pleased with that.

“But I’m not going to turn you upside down, my dear. That’s not really my style. Besides, I kind of like the position you’re in,” Doug said as he picked up the same whip lizzie used on louise. Then without further fanfare he calmly walked behind the waiting woman and unleashed a hard thwap high across her back. A loud sigh was emitted from her lips as the suspended siren threw her head back. The man quickly followed that up with one an inch lower, as all the tails sliced forcefully across the reddening skin. Repeatedly, varying the cadence, shifting from forehand to backhand, he kept up the flogging until every inch of her back, buttocks and thighs were covered with red stripes. Through it all, however, there were no shrieks or screams of anguish. It was quite obvious to Doug that slave lizzie loved the feel of the lashes on her skin.

Impressed by her stamina, the whipmaster walked around to her front. Once again he saw wantonness in her expressive eyes, and the Thames running between her legs. The first slash landed on the top of her right breast, which forced a more animated response from her lips. Liking that reaction, he repeated that action on her left breast. A matching red stripe appeared as well as a similar retort. Another slash across both nipples produced the loudest reply yet. Obviously they were still sensitive from the clamps. Relentlessly, Doug worked his way methodically down the front of lizzie’s body, over the tummy to her navel, purposely skirting the pussy. But he didn’t forget the insides of the thighs which were vulnerable because of the spreader bar. The red stripes that appeared after each strike put some color to that normally pale part of the body.

By now lizzie had her eyes closed as she tried to absorb the fiery flogging. Looking over at louise, Doug could see that she was very interested in what was happening to her new friend. A few more slashes across lizzie’s front and the man laid down the whip.

By that time, however, Doug’s felt a steel bar pressing against his leather pants, and even though lizzie looked like she needed to be fucked, Doug resisted the urge to take her down and do just that. At that point he smiled over at louise and walked over to where she was hogtied.

“I really didn’t want to exclude you from this little scene, my dear, and I just thought of something you can do,” he said with a chuckle. Kneeling in front of louise’s face, Doug pulled down the zipper of the leather pants and allowed his raging hard-on to be freed of it’s confinement. His wife has proven to be quite adept with her mouth, and it wasn’t long until she had sucked the entire length into her wet mouth, even while tied in this position. The feeling was absolutely heavenly as Doug began to slowly fuck the oral cavity that was giving him so much exquisite pleasure, while guiding her movements with a strong grip of her hair. He knew it wouldn’t take long for him to explode. louise furiously swallowed every drop. After wiping his satisfied manhood in her hair, Doug gently caressed the side of her face, and leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. “Good slave,” He whispered.

Returning to an attentive lizzie the now satisfied man smiled pleasantly at the freshly whipped woman. “Time to change your position, my dear,” Doug said. “I imagine your arms will be glad too,” he said with a sarcastic laugh. Lowering her body with a turn of the crank that controlled the pulley so that her feet were now flat on the floor, he unchained her wrists, but left the spreader bar in place to deter her from trying to run. Then quickly gathering both of her wrists behind her back in a vise- like grip, Doug compelled lizzie over to the same bench she had louise tied to earlier. Forcing the naked woman onto her back with her spread legs hanging in the air, he quickly chained one wrist and then the other to the I-bolts that were imbedded on either side of the bench. Then raising her legs he simply hooked each ankle to two parallel chains hanging from the ceiling. This left lizzie’s body in a forty-five degree angle with her buttocks off the wooden bench and her legs straight out and wide. The Dominant man hadn’t used this position for awhile, but it was always one of his favorites, because it gave him access to every part of her body except her back.

lizzie’s well-developed breasts rose and fell deliciously as Doug smiled down at his captive prey. “I saw something else in the same drawer where I found those clamps,” he said. Then leaving her temporarily he quickly returned holding a pin wheel. “I’ve always liked these, slave, and since you like to play around with needles, I thought you’d enjoy this tantalizingly painful little device. And by the way, I can still feel the effects of that needled pouch on my privates.” An incoherent reply was blurted into her gag as lizzie looked excitedly at the Dominant man.

Her breasts were such inviting targets he couldn’t resist starting there, running the sharp implement slowly around the meaty part of her magnificent left globe. Closing her eyes as if she were drinking in the savory sensation, her pain-sluttiness was clearly on display. Slowly, Doug rolled the pins round and round in tightening circles until he reached the nipple. A deep sigh exhaled into her gag, as the shirtless man eased the sharp pins back and forth over the highly sensitive nub. “Isn’t this fun?” asked Doug. Then he looked over at louise, who was watching eagerly. “Aw, do you want to feel how much fun this is?” Spouting something in the affirmative, she seemed anxious, so her hubby obliged. Rolling her onto her side, exposing her breasts, Doug crouched down and slowly repeated what he did to lizzie. By the time he had rolled the pins slowly over her nipple, she was also sighing deeply, absorbing the deliciously tangible smarting. Not to be left out, Doug repeated the operation on the other breast.

Then rolling his wife back onto her tummy and giving her a quick smack on her inviting rump, Doug returned to lizzie and continued rolling the pin-wheel this time over the other breast, which produced the same reaction. Then ever so slowly, he rolled the sharp pins, which like those needles in that pouch, did not penetrate the skin, but were sharp enough to cause some anguish, up her body. Taking deep breaths, lizzie appeared to be drinking in the nectar. When Doug rolled the pins over her navel, she gulped air, but he stopped just before reaching her pussy. He had plans for that, but not right now. Moving slowly to her thighs where the stripes from the whipping were on vivid display, he rolled the pins over the redness. Hearing her moans, he really couldn’t tell if they were from pleasure or pain. The insides of just about anybody’s thighs are extremely sensitive, and he had a feeling this pain-slut was loving this. He made sure both thighs felt the deliberate attention offered by this prickly instrument.

Doug smiled as another idea popped into his head. He didn’t always preplan his scenes, because there were times when the flow of the action leads him to something not planned, like now. “So you like to play with the soles of the feet, do you lizzie?” Doug said with a guffaw. “Let’s see how you like this.” Then slowly, Doug rolled the pins over the bottom of her left foot. Again she gulped air and let out a muffled sigh. Every inch of her foot bottom felt the pins, and Doug knew she had to be in agony. Of course he repeated this action on the other foot, and by the time he was finished beads of sweat were rolling down her cheeks.

Like the insides of thighs, the bottoms of peoples feet are indeed vulnerable spots, and Doug was glad that lizzie proved that to be true. But he wasn’t quite finished with the pinwheel yet. There was one other place that needed to be explored, and when the man sat between her splayed legs, the experienced slave knew what was coming. Not wanting to disappoint her, Doug very carefully rolled the sharp pins over her outer pussy lips. Once again, she closed her eyes and sharply sucked in air. Reddening from the sharp-edged stimulation, her lips felt the relentless anguish. Just like those needles that stimulated his cock and balls earlier, she surely felt the pins. And when he rolled them over her inner lips, her muffled sighs were the loudest yet. Then opening her up completely, he uncovered the most sensitive part, and carefully rolled the pins over her clit. Tears welled up in her eyes as she squirmed. “Almost through,” he assured her softly. When he saw the drops rolling down her cheeks he stopped.

At that point Doug decided to take a rest. He knew lizzie had a high threshold, but everybody has a limit, and since he’d never worked with her before, he didn’t want to push it. But since he knew this position she is in is not that uncomfortable, he left her like that for ten minutes while he sat in a very comfortable chair across the room.

That time gave Doug time to decide what to do next. He wanted to get louise involved with this, and he smiled when he thought it through. Unhooking his wife from the hogtie position, he led her by her leash over to the bench, and had her straddle the wooden seat while facing lizzie’s wide-open pussy. “I think it’s time, slave, that you make this lady feel better. You just witnessed her torture, and her clit hurts, so I want you to lick it!” Ungagging her, Doug then grabbed louise by the hair and pushed her face into lizzie’s crotch. “Lick it slut!” he ordered. Eagerly, the dark haired woman obeyed. Consequently, the lickee was soon moaning with pleasure. But Doug yanked louise’s head up before lizzie could cum. “Not yet!” he ordered, as he pulled louise to a sitting position as he picked up the riding crop. Carefully easing the flat head of the crop so it covered liz’s opening, Doug raised the wiry implement slightly and thwaped it hard against her defenseless pussy. The forced retort into her gag was immediate. Then Doug pushed louise’s face back between liz’s thighs. louise didn’t need to be told what to do. A few licks of the tongue sent some spicy stimulation to liz’s clit. Once again, however, the man yanked louise’s head up before liz could cum. Being careful not to accidently strike louise with the crop, Doug once again covered liz’s cunt, then slowly raised the leather part, and once again snapped the head of the crop against the highly sensitive area. -Doug wondered what the Roquefort’s would think about their star real estate lady getting her pussy whipped, and louise was getting a close-up view of it. Once again Doug pushed louise’s face into the hanging crotch, and once again liz’s eyes showed what a wonderful job slave louise was doing. The man was really enjoying this and let it go on for a few more rounds before allowing louise to continue to lick liz’s clit without stopping her. To add to the mix, he stood up behind louise and thwaped her across her buttocks. “You keep getting whipped until she comes, slut!” Doug admonished. But liz was so aroused that it only took a few more licks before she shrieked with pleasure into the gag.

A half hour later, Doug who had found his clothes that had been flung into one of the corners of the dungeon, was fully dressed standing in the middle of the vast playroom. Slave louise was kneeling on the floor to his left, wrists bound behind her and a leash still attached to her leather collar that was emblazoned with the word “slave” in silver. Ms. Cockrill had been allowed to once again don her latex outfit, and was standing to Doug’s right.

The man handed the leash to Ms. Cockrill.

“Liz,” he said in an official tone, “I present to you slave louise, to do to her whatever you desire. You have proven to be a superior Mistress and I am sure you will take good care of her.” As he looked down at an ungagged louise, Doug could see the gleam in her eye. “I am sure, Liz, that you realize how much louise wants to be your slave, so I doubt if you will have any trouble with her. But I do want to reserve another session with you at some point. There are few Mistress’s I would submit to, but I would willingly allow you to Domme me again...But for now, I am going to leave louise with you. This has been an eye-opening afternoon to say the least, but it is time for me to leave.”

After hugging them both, Doug headed for the newly discovered back door and was gone.