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It was surely locked away, with the key now on a chain around June's neck.
He was then placed in a set of chains that locked his hands to his waist and in turn to the chain between his ankle cuffs.
While it was uncomfortable June explained that he preferred it to the alternative which would be to be returned to the cell.
Soon everyone got used to Eric's nakedness after they had all dressed again. Sharon and Cynthia even helped him take a drink or two of wine, since with his hands cuffed to his waist it was quite difficult.
As it was late, they all began to wander back up to the inn. June ordered Eric back into the cell and locked the door, telling him she would fetch him in the morning.
As they walked out, Sharon asked if Eric was being punished for some reason. June responded that in fact he was, that he had failed to show her the proper respect. As a result, the only thing he would see while they were at the resort would be the inside of the cell or the dungeon. He would be naked at all times, and when out of the cell, severely restrained.
Cynthia could not help but ask, "but doesn't that hurt you too. I mean even though you're not locked up, you end up alone when you could be having him pleasure you. He is quite good with his mouth".
June smiled and said "well I was hoping that I wouldn't be sleeping alone after tonight" as she smiled at both Robert and Cynthia. "I do so look forward to letting Eric know what he missed when I take him some food in the morning".
Later, in the early hours of the morning, she stirred, lying comfortably against Robert with June's arm draped over her breast.
June certainly had not slept alone, she mused.
Then her thoughts drifted to her lover's husband, naked in his cell. She let her fingers idly tease her clit as she envisioned him, locked up, not being able to even stroke his own cock. The pleasure she was giving herself was denied him, and she suddenly found herself getting turned on all over again.
Waking later they showered and drifted to the dining room for breakfast. She watched curiously as June gathered a plate of food. Some toast, eggs, now cold, a couple pieces of ham.and some fruit. "Eric will be a bit hungry" June explained. "He did not get anything for supper last night. Care to join me?" she asked as she headed for the door.
The two women walked hand in hand toward the slave quarters obviously remembering fondly, each in her own way, the events of last night.
Inside the building they made their way to the cells. Eric had heard them, approaching. Well aware of the rules, by the time they got into the room he was standing with his hands behind his head, against the bars of the cell. "Very good slave - you remembered" June cooed. She knelt down and slid the plate of food into the cell. As hungry as he must have been Eric did not move, knowing that he had to have permission to leave the bars.
Cynthia found herself staring openly at him. The device on his cock was intriguing. A steel ring fit around the base of his cock and balls. The ring had a pin. On his cock was a metal cage, with a slot the fit over the pin on the ring. At the end of the pin was a hole through which the lock went. His cock was not coming out without the key.
Studying the device more closely, she realized the cage was just large enough to hold his cock when limp. It was clear to her that an erection would be painful, and she mentioned as much to June.
"Oh it's worse than you think dear. Look more closely". As she did so, she realized the inside of the cage had small spikes that pointed inward. The intent was obvious. As long as he was limp, the device would be only mildly uncomfortable. An erection however would be a different matter. "Go ahead and tease him a little" June urged. "His reactions can be quite erotic".
She suddenly felt terribly sadistic. She thrilled at having this man, locked in a cell, with his cock locked at her disposal. She reached out and began to tease and stroke his nipples. Reaching down she played with his balls with one hand. While as he gazed at her, she opened the top two buttons of her blouse, slipped her fingers into her bra and began playing with her nipples.
Her efforts were not in vain - a sharp intake of breath from Eric turned into a moan.
She looked down at the cock cage and saw his cock straining at the cage, the barbs digging into the tender skin and doing their job.
June didn't help as she stepped over and began playing with Cynthia's breasts. Poor Eric was in real pain as his cock tried to get hard against the barbed steel cage. He was causing his own pain, and despite it, could not stop his erection.
"You may enjoy your breakfast slave" June said as she led Cynthia out of the room. Eric resigned himself to another day locked away with no chance of relief.
Later as she and June lay by the pool, she had to ask a question that had been nagging at her since last night. "June this is all new to me, but I'd like to ask you a question if you don't mind." "Ask away love" June murmured, enjoying the sun and being lazy. "It's not as though we're strangers anymore!".
"Well last night, when Sharon was strapped into the breeding rack, you mentioned how intense the position was for a woman, as though you'd been there. Yet you're dominant. Have you been on the rack and if you have, how does that affect you being dominant?"
June chuckled and started explaining her psyche to her new friend.
"You're right, I have been there. I know first hand how intense it is to be restrained like that. Everything is out in the open - you can't protect yourself in any way.
Steve was a bit impatient last night so you didn't get to see what really turns me on.
To be left there for a while on display. And better yet, to be used. I get to be so slutty!
And no it really doesn't conflict with my dominant side. Like most of us, while I usually like to be the top, there are times when I enjoy the helplessness and I can be a bit of a pain slut.
The only thing I never do is let my husband top me, or watch me being submissive.
We are in a permanent fulltime femdom marriage, and it would not do for him to see me as anything but dominant. So if you ever want to try out your dominant side, let me know, we can talk."
She considered what June had told her, wondering what it would be like to be dominant, but she kept coming back to her time in the cell.
The helplessness, the embarrassment of being naked when Robert had walked in. All she could admit to was that she was thoroughly confused.
She confessed as much to June, who just smiled. "All in time, don't rush kiddo".
We'll be playing again tonight. Are you interested in playing or would you like to just watch again?"
"I'm pretty sure I want to play, but I'm not sure what role. By the way, I'm intrigued at your relationship with your husband. Is he ever allowed out? Do you have sex with him, or is he never allowed to cum?"
June giggled a little and answered.
"He is my full time slave, but he needs pleasure too.
It's just that he derives pleasure in his own way. And yes, of course we have sex, it's just my way.
He has to pleasure me and pamper me. I get orgasms whenever I want, which is often. His are carefully controlled by me.
When he's not with me he wears the chastity device. It makes masturbation impossible.
The one he's wearing has the studded interior. He has a more benign version that is just designed to keep him from touching himself. And oh how I love to tease him with it on.
When I straddle him and rub my pussy along his cock, he can feel the warmth and a little touch. I can rub myself and get off , but all he can do is moan and cry in frustration.
But yes, when he's been good, I take the device off and we fuck just like normal people."
She let the sun lull her to sleep as she imagined different scenarios. Her being restrained and naked. Her having someone at her disposal. Hmm - it all sounded good. She'd have to wait and see.
After being out in the sun all day, the air conditioning in the bar felt refreshing. She had enjoyed a shower and change of clothes and now felt rejuvenated.
She was enjoying the people watching when June sidled over to join her. Sipping some kind of fruit drink, she wasted no time. "Are you ready for an erotic evening sexy lady, and if so, have you decided on your poison?
Will you wield the whip, drawing cries and moans of pain, or will it be you tightly restrained, dealing with the cane strokes as best you can."
"That's what I love about you June. No pussy footing around - right to the point."
" I'm actually kind of torn. I would love to play the top tonight, but I'm so new to all of I'm afraid I wouldn't really know what to do. Then too, before you arrived, Robert had introduced me to the thrill of confinement and the rack. I never knew how erotic being locked naked in a cell could be."
June grinned broadly at her friend. "Ummm, I think you'll make a great domme, and not to worry about experience love. This will work out very well."
As Cynthia looked at her quizzically, she continued. "You already know that Robert and I are both switches. Well we've been very close for a long time, and love to play with each other. To spice things up, we come up with various little wagers or games of chance to see who will be top and who will be bottom. Tonight a simple game of backgammon over cocktails. You may observe and participate when the winner in topping the loser."
Cynthia smiled - "that sounds like fun and I'm looking forward to it more than you know.
I just can't decide which would turn me on more. Seeing you on the receiving end, or having Robert at our disposal".
Later that afternoon, when everyone was gathered around the bar, and June had returned from tending to her husband in his cell, Robert brought forth an ornate backgammon board. He and June began the rolling of the dice, the outcome of which would define their roles for the evening. The dice were not kind to Robert and in the end he resigned himself to his fate.
Robert had assumed that the games would start after dinner, but June had other ideas.
She stood from the backgammon table, and taking Robert's hand in hers, led him outside, indicating to Cynthia with a quick glance that she was to follow. As they walked to the slave quarters June couldn't help letting Robert know that she remembered the last time that he had topped her. She intended to be especially cruel tonight.
Once inside she turned to him, hugged him and they kissed deeply. She broke the kiss and stepped back. You know the drill lover - strip for us!"
Both women watched as their host removed all of his clothing, finally standing naked before them.
June produced a pair of handcuffs and motioned for him to turn around. She cuffed his hands behind his back.
Eric, as per the rules had been standing against the bars of his cell, legs spread, hands behind his head, waiting obediently for a command. Cynthia had again been enjoying the sight of the man naked and submissive, with his cock locked up. She wondered if he realized how many orgasms his wife had had while he was locked in his cell, unable to even touch his cock, let alone cum.
June produced another pair of handcuffs and ordered Eric to turn around and present his wrists through the bars, one above the other to be cuffed. Once done, her prisoner secured, she unlocked the cell and with a flourish, produced the key to his chastity cage. Removing the lock, she slipped the cage off his cock, which free for the first time in two days instantly sprang to attention.
She produced a set of thumb cuffs, and answered Cynthia's quizzical look.
"We use these a lot in play, for just about everything but locking thumbs together.
They make great locking fasteners, and, as you'll notice, when a man's dick is soft, with a little pushing and adjusting, they fit right behind the head". But they only work when it's soft and poor Eric is so horny that his cock won't cooperate. But we can fix that" she said has she scooped a handful of ice from the drink she had brought with her. Clenching his cock with her ice filled hand, the effect was immediate.
While it was still soft she demonstrated by folding the locking hasp of one end of the thumbcuffs around it, as she had said, just behind the head. Cynthia heard the ratchets in the cuff click at the same time that Eric gave a sharp intake of breath as he felt the steel ring clamp down and tightly grip his manhood. Pulling him close to Robert, her devious plan was instantly clear. The other cuff went around Robert's cock and in a flash, the two men were fastened, facing and close to each other, held in place by their locked together penises.
One final touch was a chain about three feet long locked with a padlock to the thumb cuffs between the two cocks, with the other end Locked to a ring on the whipping post.
Once again, for about the fiftieth time since she had arrived, Cynthia felt the warm rush of sexual excitement as she took in the sight of the two men, naked, cuffed and cock locked together.
All they could do was stand in the middle of the room and wait, avoiding any moves that would cause both of them considerable pain.
With that June announced that it was time for dinner. Cynthia could not resist a parting glance at the two men fastened face to face by their cocks as she and June walked out hand in hand.
The two women enjoyed their dinner and noting that no one as within earshot, began discussing the fate of their two slaves for the evening.
June pointed out to Cynthia one thing that she had not paid much attention to before. Neither of the men were gay per se.
True, Robert didn't mind having his cock sucked by a male submissive, but he did not enjoy reciprocating. If he did, the pleasure was from being submissive and forced to do something. It was not the pleasure of another man in his mouth.
So, June continued, "they have one vulnerability that we don't. We can have fun with the forced homosexuality. They can't do that to us. Hell they both know that you and I would head for the bedroom in an instant, so there's not much in the way of forcing us to do something"
"So, here's what I suggest" she continued. "Since you haven't had a chance to practice with some of the toys, just follow my lead. We'll alternate with the guys. I do enjoy playing with Robert, but my dear husband deserves my attention too. He hasn't been allowed an orgasm since we arrived. If he really amuses us, I may surprise him."
When the two women returned to the dungeon their captives were of course just as they had left them – hands cuffed behind them, face to face, locked together by their cocks.
Following June's lead, they decided to warm their victims up a bit with a nice flogging.
"Always a good way to start" observed June as she snapped the flogger against Robert's ass.
Cynthia needed to further urging, and went to work on the perfectly presented ass of June's husband.
Soon the men were moaning but careful not to move any more than necessary. The first couple of blows had caught them by surprise, and the pain in each tightly locked cock when they jerked was far worse than the thongs of the floggers. They earned quickly to be still.
After a nice warm-up, the women moved on to more entertaining ages.
Released, each man was fitted with a locking strap around his cock and balls, along with a locking collar. As they were ordered to lie on the floor facing in opposite directions, the wickedness of the plan was obvious.
The collar of each was quickly locked to the cock and ball strap of the other. Each one had his head fastened inches from the cock of the other.
June explained the rules and they were simple. Whoever came first was the loser.
While both men could expect to be punished at some point, the loser would receive what she referred to as a punishment strapping and would spend the night not only in the cell but in restraints.
The winner would be allowed in the women's bedroom even though he would be restrained and not allowed an orgasm.
Diabolical it was! June went on, for Cynthia's benefit to explain a punishment strapping.
"Pain when one is aroused can be pleasurable. The body translates it in a good way. Endorphins flow and it is actually a sort of high" she explained as she stroked Robert’s and her husband's cocks.
"Men, especially right after cuming , are not aroused. Pain is just pain.
When I'm torturing a man and am in a really sadistic mood, I fasten them in their position, and masturbate them to a ruined orgasm. For the unlucky loser tonight the strapping will start right after he has cum anyway. I promise you the cries and begging will drive you nuts."
June had noticed the quizzical look on Cynthia’s face at the term ruined orgasm. So she paused to explain how she could drive a man nuts by jerking him off until she knew he would ejaculate, and couldn’t stop himself, but to then stop before he could really cum.
Cynthia loved the idea of getting a man so close then stopping and watching his frustration as semen oozed out of his cock. "Note to self: That is on the must do list."
"Ok boys, get busy. I want to see hard cocks and somebody better cum soon" she ordered.
Cynthia felt the familiar warmth between her legs as she relaxed on the sofa with June, watching the two men begin to fondle and caress each other. Neither wanted the fate that June had prescribed - both worked as hard as they could.
Robert was gently stroking Eric's cock - letting his thumb lightly rub on that tender spot on the underside of the head. Eric was doing the same, but quickly took Roberts cock into his mouth, letting his tongue work on the same spot.
Eric had the advantage. While Robert was a switch, Eric was purely submissive and June used him often and hard.
He was used to having a cock in his mouth and had a lot of practice developing his skills as June's mouth slut as she liked to refer to him.
While Robert was trying, his reluctance at sucking Eric's cock in earnest, from taking it deep in his throat began to tell.
As the women encouraged them, commenting on the cock sucking techniques of the two, it soon became clear that Eric was gaining ground. Robert began to moan and even started moving his hips involuntarily. It was just a question of time.
Eric used his lips to form a tight ring around the shaft of Robert's cock, fucking it in and out of his mouth, while reaching between Robert's legs to tease his asshole. Robert finally gave in. He couldn't hold off any more and with a load groan came in Eric's mouth.
"We have and winner - and a loser" June yelled, loving every second of their games.
The rest of the scene was almost literally a sexual overload for Cynthia.
June first ordered her obviously horny and frustrated husband to cuff his hands behind his back and make himself useful while Robert received his punishment.
She led Robert to a waist high bench and ordered him onto it. Straps from all parts of it quickly had him fastened, head down, ass high on the air, legs spread. June added one more touch.
Retrieving something from the small refrigerator by the bar, she showed it to Cynthia as she explained. "This is an added touch called figging. This piece of ginger that I've shaped into the form of a butt plug, goes just where you expect it would.
The ginger burns, especially when they try to clench their ass cheeks. It's just wicked and I love it because I'm a sadistic bitch" she explained. casually as she worked the tip of the ginger root into Robert's exposed asshole.
A few thrusts in and out and the root was buried to its base. At first there was no reaction, but then the juice from the ginger began its work on the sensitive membranes, and Robert was soon moaning and thrusting his ass from side to side, as much as his severe restraints would allow, trying in vain to dislodge the painful intrusion.
Cynthia found herself almost unconsciously rubbing her pussy through her shorts at the sight of Robert naked, tightly restrained, being figged as a prelude to his strapping.
June retrieved a supple leather strap that she called her punishment strap and stepped behind Robert. Before she started she moved over to Cynthia, kissed her deeply as she fondled her breasts, then turned to Eric and told him to attend to her friend.
Eric had no interest in finding himself in Roberts's predicament, and quickly moved over to Cynthia. Cynthia was on fire as she watched the scene unfolding before her, and made no pretense at modesty. She pulled her shorts and panties off, spread her legs and grabbing Eric's hair, pushed his face against her sex.
Eric was motivated and Eric was good. She felt herself heading for her first orgasm as the strap slammed onto Roberts ass bringing a gasp and moan from the restrained man.
June had already admitted that she was in a sadistic mood and she had not lied. Over and over she brought the strap across Robert's ass until he was literally sobbing and begging.
Still she did not stop. He had long since stopped jerking against the restraints, and just hung in the straps limply while June proceeded to tear up his ass.
Cynthia just watched, enjoying Eric's tongue and lips. He licked from her clit, which he just danced around, all the way down to the bottom of her labia. When he let his tongue nudge lower, without any thought she slid lower down on the couch and spread her legs wider.
She came again, almost instantly when his tongue probed her asshole, it was so intense. Being pleasured while Robert screamed and cried under the strap, was driving her crazy.
Finally the strapping stopped, and June began to gently caress the brutalized ass of her victim and lover.
Cynthia was exhausted thanking whatever deity had created her that you could not die from sexual overdose.
June joined her on the couch, kissing and caressing, while she spread her legs, an unspoken command to Eric to tend to his Mistress.
Soon, between Cynthia kissing and sucking her nipples and Eric working his magic with his mouth, June was crying out in multiple orgasms.
Robert was left in his restraints, his ass on fire from the strapping and the ginger, which was still doing its work.
Finally, after two women had enjoyed their afterglow in each other's arms for a while on the couch, while Eric knelt patiently in case he might be needed, June announced that it was time to retire.
The first order of business was to insure that Robert as part of his forfeit, spent a most uncomfortable night.
Releasing him from the whipping bench, he was led naked to the cell. There June produced a device that consisted of a steel bar with a collar at one end, ankle cuffs at the other, and cuffs for the wrists about a third of the way from the top.
She positioned Robert on the floor, near the drain, and locked him into the device. His hands were locked together about six inches below the collar. His legs were slightly drawn up as the bar was not long enough to allow full extension.
He could do nothing but sit there.
"This is called a fiddle" June explained. "It is purely for torture. It looks harmless, but in about an hour, he'll be in real pain as his legs begin to cramp, and he's got all night.
Eric was ordered to put his chastity device back on, then fastened in transport chains. A chain around his waist with handcuffs attached to it, and with leg irons. He was led in the darkness to Cynthia's bungalow. They left Eric chained on the floor as they enjoyed each other in the large bed.
Later, as they snuggled and Cynthia was idly caressing June's breast, she asked her friend if she wasn't being overly harsh and cruel to Robert.
"It's the way we play" June explained. "Had the game gone the other way, it would be me in that cell. He would probably have left me with plugs in my ass and pussy. Before he put me in the cell, he would have enjoyed giving me a thorough breast and pussy whipping." she shifted slightly to give better access to her other breast, enjoying the sensations.
"Now that is something you need to contemplate." she said as she let her own fingers drift between Cynthia's legs, lightly stroking her.
"That is one of those awfully intimate tortures that we experience just because we're women. Imagine yourself tied down, spread wide open, and feeling that whip hit your breasts.
It is such a deep and intense pain - it surges right down to your cunt. When Robert does it, he always makes sure I watch. Something hot about watching the thongs hit your own breast - seeing the nipple flatten and your breast bounce just that split second before it explodes into fire.
God, Robert knows how to make it hurt. Then when he starts working between your legs.
He always puts me in a position that is just obscene. Legs spread and pulled back and up. Everything is there and available, and then he goes to work.
No love, no regrets. The game could have gone the other way and you would have heard me screaming, and you'd be here with Robert while I sat in that cell, naked, tied and in pain all night."
Later, after the two women snuggled for a while, June rolled over and sighed. "Problem is, as sadistic as I can be, you have a mellowing effect on me" she said as she stroked her friend.
"Guess I'm just a pussycat at heart" she said as she reached over to the nightstand and retrieved her ring of keys. She handed one bunch to Cynthia and getting out of bed, walked over to Eric with the others.
As she unlocked the chastity device with an audible click, she suggested that Cynthia might want to go free Robert.
"By now he should be feeling very, very uncomfortable and truth of the matter is I would never leave him in that position all night.
We all know how lonely that cell gets, so go retrieve him. I'll bet he’ll be very, very happy to see youand quite grateful" she said to Cynthia a she unlocked Eric's restraints one by one. As she reclined on the bed, beckoning for her husband to join her, she blew the departing Cynthia a kiss.
Entering the slave quarters Cynthia made her way to the breeding room where she flipped the light switch. Robert was in obvious discomfort. He had moved from his sitting position to lying on his side, but the position was clearly painful.
He looked at Cynthia silently as she unlocked the dell door and moved over to his fettered form.
Having been told that he would be spending the night as he was, he was somewhat surprised when he felt the cuffs being unlocked and felt the rush f relief at being able o move and stretch his limbs.
He started to speak but Cynthia touched her finger to his lips, silencing him. Completely free, he stood stiffly as Cynthia held out her hand, leading him from the cell. Wordlessly they walked back to the main building arm in arm, and by unspoken agreement made their way to Robert's room.
In bed together there was no feverish lovemaking. They held each other, Cynthia noticing the welts when she ran her fingers across his bruised ass. She lay beneath him, enjoying him lying between her spread legs, then the delightful sensation of him entering her. They drifted off to sleep like that, enjoying the closeness f each other.
The sun was well up when she awoke. Robert was up, wearing a silk dressing gown, and admiring the view.
Seeing that she was awake, he tapped the intercom on his desk and ordered coffee. It arrived almost immediately and as the maid poured the coffee, he gave her the orders for breakfast.
It was such a study in contrasts for Cynthia.
On the one hand she had her memory of this man strapped to a whipping bench, then later restrained helplessly on the floor of the cell.
Then there was the other Robert. The Robert this morning.
Quite unsubmissive and very much the master of his domain, with the help at his beck and call.
The subtleties of this lifestyle would definitely take a while for her to grasp - if that is, she ever completely grasped them. But the learning process was so much fun!
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