Tara slipped the riding crop into two loops on her thigh that seemed specifically designed to hold it and then took the control box in her hands. She adjusted the dials down and then flicked one of the switches, setting the machine to vibrate lightly under Katherine. Already aroused to the point of torture, Katherine sighed and felt warmth flow out from her pussy. She kept glancing at Tara, who was carefully watching her and saw her slowly turn the knob. The vibration beneath her gradually increased and the machine sounded like an outboard motor, but all Katherine could hear was the blood pounding in her ears as her heart raced and her world compressed to nothing more than the intense feelings coming from her cunt.
Katherine cried out wordlessly, pulling down hard on the cuffs that suspended her arms over her head. Without realizing it, she was humping the machine as hard as she could, working that vibrating nub between her lips and against her clit. It was almost too intense and Katherine screamed. She thought she climaxed, but it was hard to say since she never felt anything quite like it. The Sybian vibrated through her entire body and then she screamed and screamed, as a whiteout of extreme pleasure enveloped her. Katherine lost all sense of place and time.
"Kitty!" Tara shouted, which was followed by a swat on the ass with the riding crop.
That was the first thing Katherine remembered when she snapped out of her sex-induced stupor. The Sybian still vibrated beneath her, but not as intensely. Her eyes snapped opened and she looked right up into the unblinking camera lens, her face a mask of wanton excitement. If her master did not fuck her after this Katherine was ready to attack him.
The click of another switch was followed by a new flood of feelings between Katherine's legs. Now the nub she was riding rotated, stimulating all round her vulva. It really was too much and Katherine pulled up against the ankle restraints, but Tara swatted her cruelly on the ass and ordered, "Down!"
Katherine dropped back onto the machine and moaned instantly. That nub was wiggling and vibrating right against her clit. She worked her hips to rub it, knowing full well how she must look to anyone on the other end of the camera. It didn't matter. Katherine wasn't ashamed of her need anymore. She just wanted it fulfilled.
Tara unclasped the halter behind Katherine's neck and pulled the dress down so her breasts were exposed. Katherine's nipples were hard little bullets capping her quivering breasts and Tara flicked them with them riding crop. Katherine made a low, animal noise, somewhere between a groan and a growl. Tara turned up the power on both dials and Katherine arched her back, shoving her cunt against the Sybian, while Tara set the box down and crouched beside Katherine. Katherine watched, through a fog, as Tara sucked and bit her nipples. Having her breasts teased sent a current straight to her clit, which was the thing that pushed Katherine over the edge again. One orgasm seemed to roll into another and after a couple minutes riding the machine, she hung slack from the chain, incapable of doing anything but coming.
"Please, please, no more. It's too much," Katherine moaned. "Please, I can't take it."
"I guess you've had enough, Kitty," Tara chuckled. She kissed Katherine passionately and then switched off the Sybian.
Tara unshackled Katherine's ankles and then winched the chain up, pulling the girl into a standing position. Katherine's legs visibly shook and it was the chain that kept her up, not her own strength. Tara locked the chain in place and then Katherine watched as Tara removed her dress, telling her, "You won't need this anymore, Kitty. I've got something much more appropriate for the rest of the evening for you to wear." Katherine shuddered as she thought about what that could be.
Patrick waited, not so patiently, for his plaything to be delivered. If his wife tarried much longer she was going to get the whipping of her life. While he changed, Patrick watched Kitty on the Sybian and his cock was ready to burst. He was sure the select people he'd allowed to watch in their own rooms felt the same way. There was no requirement to share at the club, but since he'd been bragging about Kitty to his closest confidants for some time now he thought it only appropriate to give them a taste, at least. Kitty's Sybian ride was everything he wished for and more. And, now he was ready to reward her for putting on such a wonderful show.
The room Patrick waited in was an elaborate dungeon, with all sorts of restraints and contraptions, which made it look more like a medieval torture chamber than a place of sexual gratification. Rings and other restraints were mounted to the cold brick walls, while other ropes, chains and cords dangled from the ceiling. A rack dominated the back wall, while a straight-back wooden chair, much like the one he had at home, also sat in the room. Clamps and whips and riding crops hung on one wall, all sterilized between uses, while the other held all manner of sex toys, both powered and manual. The dungeon was a fetishist's dream, and one of several similar in the club. There were other theme rooms as well, like a classroom and a cave, but Patrick did not frequent those. Those fantasies did not interest him.
At a knock on the heavy steel door, Patrick went over and looked through the slot to see Tara escorting Kitty, who was on the end of a leash clipped to her collar. He released the lock and ushered the women in. He was pleased by Kitty's wide eyes as she took in the room for the first time. It reminded him of when the then-innocent girl first saw his playroom at home.
"She is ready for you, Master," Tara said, respectfully. Her lips looked so enticing, blood red, surrounded by the mask.
"Thank you, slut. Go stand in the corner."
Patrick took the leash from Tara while she went to stand out of the way until she was called for. "Stay," he told Kitty, dropping the leash to slap against her body. His voice echoed loudly in the spare room. The dark girl was clad in shiny, suede-lined red leather, an outfit custom tailored for her. Form fitting outfits like hers would only fit properly if custom made, he'd found. The snug outfit was a bodysuit, which left most of her ass exposed and split to expose her pussy. A ribbed corset laced up and bound her, cinching Kitty tightly, pushing her tits up high and leaving them exposed. Spike-heeled, red leather boots came up just above her knees. Kitty was dressed as a fetish goddess and he enjoyed how uncomfortable she looked in the outfit. If she had liked being decked out like this it wouldn't be nearly as much fun. Sluttish make-up completed the look, along with a severe ponytail that tightly pulled her long hair back.
Tugging Kitty forward by the leash, he ordered, "Kneel." Kitty fell to her knees on the cold, hard concrete floor. He attached the leash to a ring set in the floor, forcing Kitty to lean forward on her hands. When she went into a traditional "doggie" position, he scolded her, telling her to keep the leash taut. Kitty pushed her arms straight, arching her back, which made her breasts jut forward and her ass stick out. Her posture was so perfect that Patrick wished he had a camera. Her ass was just too tempting and he took a cat-o-nine-tails down from the wall and swatted her with it. Kitty startled, but held her posture. He swatted her ass harder and she whimpered. When her pose faltered, he swatted her even harder.
"Hold yourself erect!" Patrick commanded.
After giving her one more swat, Patrick went to a tray and selected two nipple clamps with a weighted chain connecting them. They were not padded, like the ones he'd used on Kitty before, and she winced when he affixed the ice cold, chrome steel over her hard nipples. Her nipples instantly turned very dark as all the blood was trapped there and he flicked her breasts with the tails. Kitty whimpered, but stayed in place, letting the chain hang down and pull on her nipples.
"Does that hurt, Kitty?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you want me to remove them?"
"No, sir."
Patrick walked around her and rubbed her tight ass. Her lips, framed by the bodysuit, peeked out from between her legs and he touched them, his fingers coming away wet and stick. Kitty wiggled her ass and moaned, trying to encourage him to touch her more.
"Do you know how you look in that position?"
"Dirty, sir?"
"You look like a little whore, Kitty. Are you a little whore?"
"Yes, Master. I want to be your whore," Kitty moaned.
"Really?" He was still shocked by how frank and obedient she was. She had come a long way from being the innocent little churchgoing girl she been until recently.
"Yes, I promise to be your good little whore if you fuck me, sir. Please fuck me, Master."
"I saw how hard you came on the Sybian. Do you still need to be fucked?"
"I have always needed to be fucked by you, Master. Please, you've made me wait so long."
"If you are good, tonight could be the night." Patrick smiled at her eager look. Little did she know that he'd already decided he was going to fuck her tonight—once he had her in the proper position. He stepped back around in front of her so his cock was in her face. He was wearing his own leather outfit for the special night, tight pants that left his cock and balls exposed and a sleeveless leather vest. His leather motorcycle boots were accentuated with steel rings on the sides. As he brushed Kitty's face with his cock she tried to capture him in her mouth. He couldn't help wondering just what the desperately horny young woman was thinking.
~~~
Katherine was so thrilled when her master finally plunged his cock into her mouth. She stretched her lips around him and sucked hard while he pushed to the back of her throat. She looked up at him while she sucked and still wiggled her butt for him. She felt like a happy dog wagging its tail for its master. She was humiliated, but happy her humiliation pleased her master. She hoped he thought she was a good pet. Katherine hoped if she pleased him enough he really would fuck her. She could tell it was a special night. He gestured for Tara, who seemed to know just what he wanted and moved behind her.
"You are such a good cocksucker, Kitty. I want you to keep your concentration now," he told her. Okay, she wondered. What is Tara doing back there?
"Mmmommph!" Katherine cried, choking on her master's cock. Tara savagely whipped her ass with the riding crop, stinging her delicate skin. Each hit from the riding crop hurt, but that pain perversely translated to sweet pleasure. Already her clit was throbbing in time with her poor, tortured nipples, so cruelly pulled by the chain connecting her nipple clamps. She still did not understand how such pain translated to pleasure. When she injured herself playing sports in high school it didn't turn her on, but being spanked and having her nipples pulled like this felt so good. She was thankful her master had shown her the light. Tara kept whipping her ass, but Katherine didn't miss a beat and kept sucking her master as best she could. He pushed deeper and deeper until his balls were bouncing off her chin. He grabbed her ponytail and fucked her mouth even harder.
By the time the time the couple was done with her, Katherine's jaw ached and her ass was burning red. Her master pulled his cock away without coming, which always left her feeling like she failed. He favored her with, "Very good job, Kitty."
"Thank you, sir."
He took the riding crop away from Tara, giving her a quick swat and then pressed it between Katherine's legs, separating her lips and sawing it against her clit. "Oh God," she moaned, feeling her juices running down her thighs. The Sybian ride had been amazing, but there was still something she needed. She pushed her pussy toward the riding crop and was breathing hard—just on the edge of orgasm—when her master stopped. She almost wished he didn't enjoy teasing her quite so much.
Katherine crawled after him when he unclipped her leash from the floor and led her forward.
"Come here and help with Kitty, slut," Patrick called to Tara, who was at his side in an instant.
Her master unclipped some weird harness from the wall, which swung free from several cords securing it to the ceiling. Katherine was fascinated by it and wondered exactly how the couple was going to secure her in it. A small leather pouch turned out to be a seat and then they raised her arms and secured her wrists to a set of cords. Next, her ankles were secured to another set of cords, spreading them wide apart. The tension on the cords was so tight that Katherine could not close her legs no matter how hard she pulled. Her master pulled on a lever, which pulled her legs into the air, tilting her onto her back. Katherine was suspended about three feet above the floor and found that if she shifted wrong, and threw off her balance on the tiny sling under her ass and put all her weight on her wrists and ankles. It hurt, but Katherine had such a rush when she realized how completely exposed she was. Her pussy was spread wide open and there was nothing she could do to close her legs or cover herself.
"Mmm, that looks good enough to eat," her master said, rubbing between her legs. Katherine moaned and felt her cunt dripping down to the floor. "Don't you agree, slut?"
"Oh yes, Master."
"Show, don't tell," he said, smacking her ass.
Katherine looked down between her legs and watched Tara kneel down in front of her. With hands under her ass, it was easy for Tara to pull Katherine forward. Katherine was already spread wide open, so Tara just dove right in. Tara drank deeply from Katherine's cunt, lapping her tongue inside her and then tracing it up to her clit. Tara's long, slender tongue felt so different from a man's, as did her soft cheek against Katherine's thigh. Tara focused her tongue on Katherine's clit and made the young woman come very quickly. Katherine thrashed and pulled, which made her sway in the odd restraints. It was only Tara's hands holding her ass that kept her from spinning out of control.
"Thank you, Mistress," Katherine panted.
"You should be thanking our master," Tara pointed out. "I only act at his direction."
"Oh, thank you so much, Master," Katherine cried. She did not want to offend him, not when she thought that what she so desperately wanted was finally in reach.
"Follow me, slut," he ordered, obviously referring to his pet who could actually move. He led Tara to a large wooden X, which was mounted against the opposite wall. Even in the spiked heels, Tara had to stretch to reach her wrists high enough to fit into the restraints. Next, he fixed her ankles into restraints, leaving Tara suspended off the floor and spread-eagle. With her legs spread so wide, the slit in her costume was fully opened and Tara's cunt obscenely bulged out through the gap, red and swollen and quite wet. Katherine did not think the other woman could possibly be comfortable in that position and she wondered what their master would do to his wife while she was mounted to the wall. Tara was like an insect pinned to a mat awaiting examination.
Master wheeled a device out from the corner and placed it right in front of his wife. It was a box with a long appendage jutting from the top. The appendage was jointed in the middle, creating an angle, and it ended with a huge pink, gelled dildo. Katherine gaped at it. She could only imagine what such an apparatus was meant for. He liberally applied lube to the dildo and then placed it right against Tara's pussy, so the fat head split her lips.
"Please, Master, please give it to me," Tara moaned. Her hips moved as much as her position allowed, which was not nearly enough to impale herself on the weird fucking machine.
"And why should I do that, slut? I am going to fuck my new toy and you are going to watch. Why should I allow you pleasure as well?"
"Because I've been good, Master. I've done everything you asked. I want to feel something inside me while you're penetrating Kitty. Please, Master!"
"You
have
been very good, slut. My seduction would likely have taken longer without your aid."
Using a slender remote, he advanced the dildo until it speared into Tara, who arched her back and cried out. The dildo fully penetrated her, as if pinning her to the wall. He left it in that position, ignoring Tara's whimpers for more, and turned his attention to Katherine, who was quite frightened by the expression on her master's face.
~~~
Patrick walked toward Kitty with a wolfish grin. She was just where he wanted her, trussed up and completely at his mercy. The fact that he’d denied himself for so long only made fucking her now that much sweeter. With her legs spread obscenely wide he could see how wet and swollen her cunt was. Kitty could not be more ready to receive him. And, while he loved his wife, the fact that she was cuffed to the wall and forced to watch was the ultimate expression of his power over her.
Kitty moaned deeply when he shoved two fingers inside her and he felt her muscles gripping his digits, trying to keep them in her. He pulled his fingers out and her juice literally dripped off of them. Leaning forward, Patrick pressed his fingers to Kitty's lips and she only hesitated for a moment before sucking and licking his fingers.