A Birthday Present to Remember · Part 2 (2/2)
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fingers John could see that they glistened with Susan's Juices.
"You don't seem to mind this at all and from the condition of my fingers it seems like you enjoy it." crooned Beverly, "Do you??"
Susan weakly shook her head no.
"I think you do." Continued Beverly, " Although it really doesn't matter. You are not supposed to be enjoying yourself, but I guess that can't be helped. Your hubby and I enjoy it and that is what matters."
Beverly put her wet fingers up to Susan's mouth which she immediately opened to allow them to be slid into her mouth. She sucked her own juices off Beverly's fingers and tried to follow them when they were pulled away. From there Beverly slid her hands down and started to caress Susan's body. She stroked her breasts, down her belly and around to her ass. Susan hung there limply and her pleadings had turned to moans. She was rubbing her legs together, her eyes closed and her head fell back as Beverly continued to caress her. Beverly's hand slid down to her pussy and Susan's moans grew louder and louder and then to a yell as she started to cum.
As soon as Beverly felt her start to orgasm she reached up and unclipped the nipple clamps. As the blood rushed into her poor tortured nipples Susan's yell became a scream. She bucked and twisted in her bindings and her feet came off the floor as she experienced an orgasm more powerful than she could have believed. When it finally was over Susan had almost passed out and was hanging limply from her wrist, her legs could no longer support her. Her breathing was labored and now she glistened with sweat.
John had actually dozed off. He had enjoyed the site of his beautiful wife and then played out from all the excitement he had fallen asleep. Susan still stood where she had been tied. Her head hung with her chin resting on her chest. She would force herself to stand, but because she had stood so long her legs were weak and she would slowly end up hanging by her wrists, and then she would force herself to a standing position again. John had no idea how long he had slept. He sat looking longingly at his wife. He wished that he could cut her down and screw her right on the hard cement floor but tied as he was that would not be. For now he would enjoy the view.
His cock stirred as he heard foot steps coming down the stairs. Was Beverly coming to release them or must poor Susan endure more. The latter was his secret choice. Beverly came in to site and his cock snapped to attention right away. She was now dressed in a corset, thong, nylons, with nothing covering those beautiful breasts. She had pert little nipples and had absolutely no sag at all. If they had been surgically enhanced the surgeon who had done in should have won an award. Susan had great tits, but they paled by comparison.
Beverly walked over and hit the switch on the winch. Suzan moaned as she was pulled up until her feet came off the floor. Beverly approached her and gave her ass a little slap.
"Jesus you stink." Laughed Beverly, " I guess you're deodorant just can't hold up to this much fun."
She walked to the wall and returned with a garden hose. Susan's eyes snapped wide open when the cold water hit her. The cold spray made her nipples become hard as rocks almost instantly. She squealed and jerked as Beverly hosed her down, paying particular attention to her breasts and pussy. Beverly then took what looked like a car wash brush in a pail of soap and scrubbed her down and then rinsed her off. Susan was defiantly wide awaked and attentive now. Beverly stripped the soaking garter and nylons off her so now she was totally naked, hanging by her wrists, her hair in strings partially covering her face, and water dripping off that beautiful body.
Mistress Beverly picked up a mean looking multi-strand whip and lashed Susan across the ass. Water droplets flew as Susan jerked and she let out a loud scream. The next one landed on her loins right across her pussy. Beverly took her time, walking around her hanging target. Every time the whip landed Susan would jerk, let out a scream and then whimper as she waited for the next. Again and again the whip landed. A slight pink tinge was showing on her body, but there were no welts. Beverly was keeping her promise of no marks. Susan made the most interesting contortions, and sounds especially when the whip found her tits. John was mesmerized and the intense lust he was feeling was almost enough to drive him crazy.
"I am sick and tired of hearing your god dam complaining!" snarled Beverly, " All this fucking noise and we have hardly begun!"
She produced another ball gag and stepped up behind Susan. Susan clamped her mouth shut to prevent the rubber ball from entering her mouth, but a vicious twist on a nipple caused her to scream allowing the gag to be stuffed into her open mouth.
The whipping continued until Susan was just hanging and twitching when the whip landed. Her strength was gone. The water from her shower had long since evaporated, but she still glistened from the sweat that poured of her.
John actually felt regret when Beverly stopped the punishment and lowered poor Susan to the floor. John probably shouldn't have wished for her punishment to continue but he did. Beverly untied Susan and pulled her half crawling to a cage in the corner. The cage was quite large and in it was a toilet, sink and shower. There was a table with a little food on it and a mattress and blanket on the floor. After Susan was locked in she came to John and untied him. He was led upstairs and and put in a large bright room. John took off the gag and looked around. It was a well decorated room with comfortable looking furniture, fridge, TV and more. There was fresh fruit, cheese, buns and drinks available. Beside the TV was an assortment of Bondage movies and magazines.
John used the washroom, had a bite to eat and leafed through a couple of magazines. The pictures he saw were nothing compared to what he had just witnessed. He lay back on the bed, took hold of his cock and with in minutes he had come and then dosed off.
He felt very refreshed when Beverly woke him. With a simple "come with me" she led him back to his chair in the dungeon but this time she did not tie him. Mistress Beverly then went to Susan who was sleeping on the mattress.
" Wake up!" called Beverly, nudging Susan with her foot
Susan stirred, opened her eyes and slowly sat up.
" So are you refreshed after your rest?" asked Beverly.
A soft "Yes" was the answer.
Beverly reached down and grabbed a nipple which must be sore from it's previous abuse, causing Susan to yelp.
"Yes what?" demanded Beverly
Susan whimpered and replied "yes Mistress."
"Come with me!" ordered Beverly " and not another word!"
With that Beverly used her nipple as a short leash and led Susan to in front of John and forced her to her knees.
" Our time together so far has been quite enjoyable," said Beverly, " but I decided that I will maybe be merciful. I will give you a chance to save yourself. I will give you a task and if you are successful your torment will be over, but if you fail your punishment will be at least twice what you have received so far. I will give you 3 minutes to suck Johns cock and make him cum. If he doesn't cum we will begin again."
Susan's eyes were wide as she looked at Beverly and then at John.
Beverly picked up a stop watch, clicked it and said, "Begin."
Susan looked at John and then what Beverly had said struck home. She scurried to John, took his cock in her mouth and started sucking for all she was worth.
John let out a groan because it felt so good. Suddenly he realized that if he came his fun would be over. He closed his eyes so that he could not see his wife's head pumping up and down. He forced himself to think of things that would help him control himself. He recited the multiplication table to himself, thought about work and anything else he could to control himself. Again he thought how good Mistress Beverly was. She knew that he would masturbate when he was alone. If he hadn't he wouldn't have stood a chance.
It seemed like the three minutes would never end when Beverly yelled "Time!" and grabbed Susan's hair and pulled her away from Johns cock. She tried to get back to suck some more, but she was held away and she slumped to the floor accepting her fate.
Susan's hands were tied behind her back and she was led to two rings in the floor about 2 feet apart. An ankle was attached to each. Then Beverly wheeled a funny looking saw horse between her spread legs. It had a rounded top covered with leather. Mistress Beverly gagged and blindfolded Susan and the started to play with the saw horse. She played with a small crank and the cross bar began to raise. She adjusted it until it pushed Susan up forcing her to stand on her toes. She stepped back and admired her work. If Susan went flat footed her entire weight would be on her pussy. How much strength did she have left in her leg muscles.
"You are not tied now," Beverly said to John, "and you may move around. You may touch if you wish, but whipping and nipple torture or anything pertaining to her suffering is my job. Do you understand?" and John quickly affirmed that he did.
He rose and walked over to his wife. She was already having trouble staying on her toes. She was moaning through her gag. As her legs grew tired her poor pussy took the brunt of her weight. She would force herself back to her toes and then slowly go back down. It didn't take long and her legs played out and the saw horse revealed its dastardly purpose. Her moans became louder and louder and she rocked her head back and forth.
John reached up and caressed her tits and down her stomach and he rubbed around her tortured pussy. Even with the pain she must be suffering her moans of pain changed to moans of passion. John left her alone and then teased her some more until she was just slumped on the torture devise hardly moving. Susan was untied from the horse and for the next few hours she was tied in different positions and tortured in all sorts of wondrous ways. When she wasn't gagged her screams filled the room. John would caress her tits while Beverly whipped her ass. He loved to feel her contortions under his hands. What ever his wife had paid for this adventure 10 times the amount would have been worth it.
Finally Mistress Beverly untied Susan and took her to a big king sized bed. She was laid on one edge of the bed. Her hands and feet were tied together and then to the head and foot board so she was stretched tight.
Beverly brought John over and then stripped in front of him while he sat on the bed. She pushed him back on the bed and crawled on top of him grinding her breasts into his chest. Her smell and taste and touch filled John with desire as they thrashed on the bed.
Poor Susan, blindfolded, gagged and tied must have been going crazy as they rubbed against her in their love making. Beverly swung sideways and used Susan as a pillow as she spread her legs for John to enter her. God Beverly was a mean bitch because the back of her head rested directly on Susan's cunt. As John pounded into her the movement caused her head to rub Susan's pussy. Even through the gag Susan's moans could be heard over Beverly's. In rapid succession they all came. First Beverly, then Susan and then John and then they all just laid exhausted on the bed.
Susan was untied and they were led upstairs to a new room. The room was lavishly decorated. There was a hot tub surrounded by scented candles. Soothing ointments and comforting powders lined a shelf. Plates of delicious looking snacks were on the counter and a bottle of Champaign was chilling. There John and Susan were left for the rest of the day.
When she came to say goodbye Beverly was again dressed in a nondescript dress. John could hardly believe that it was the same woman who could inflict so much pain. The goodbye was simple. Susan gave Beverly a kiss and a long close hug, and then her and John walked out the door to the car.
Beverly watched them walk down the lane, and then she walked over and put the deposit cheuqe John had given her in her desk.
Susan's Birthday was in a month in a half.
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