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Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club 2

CHAPTER 6

Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club 2
                                 CHAPTER 6

     The initiation continued for several hours with the entire group joining in and all
of them cumming more times than they could count. As the afternoon turned to early
evening Kim and Angela took a short break to call Angela's parents and get 
permission for her to stay over with Kim that night. This allowed the group to continue
their activities far into the night, much to Angela's delight. Before the sex party ended
Angela had sucked off both Jimmy and Bill and had even learned to swallow their cum
as a good slave should. She discovered it was one of her favorite forms of sex and
found she could cum herself while doing it.

     Another thing she found out about herself was that she liked having sex with
women as much as men. Some of her best orgasms came when she played games
with Connie, Kim, or Rosie. Usually this was a result of being "forced" by the guys.
Angela wondered how it would be to serve a Mistress instead of a Master and
remembered how much she had enjoyed her session with Kim in the gym. She
hoped that she would get the chance to explore this avenue sometime in the future.

     Over the course of the evening Angela was thoroughly fucked several times.
Jimmy and Bill used her mouth, tits, ass, and cunt. The other women even got into the
act by using dildos and vibrators on her. She was not whipped any more because her
body was still showing the effects of the initial punishment, but she was bound in a
variety of positions and had clamps attached to her private parts for much of the
evening. When she was not the participating she watched the guys work on the other
girls, and Angela found this voyeurism exciting as well. 

     Angela remained fascinated by Rosie's magnificent tits and was amazed at how
intensely the guys tortured them while Rosie just urged them on. Kim impressed her
with her knowledge about sex and sexual acts and her willingness to do anything and
everything the others suggested. Her friend was mature, at least sexually, far beyond
her years. But Connie was the one who held the most fascination for the new
member. Connie was a true masochist who reveled in the pain and humiliation
and seemed to have no boundaries. Everything the men did to her made her cry,
scream, or moan, but still she begged  them to do more or do it harder. Jimmy's mom
never seemed to get enough, whether it was fucking or punishment. Angela wondered
if the woman could go on for ever.

     Angela didn't get a chance to experience being double-fucked by Jimmy and
Bill. Bill felt that she was too new to everything and should leave this for another time.
It was something that the young girl got to watch with the other ladies and found it
terribly exciting. She was disappointed that she was not going to get to try it, but was
mollified knowing that she had it to look forward to another time.

     They got together often over the next couple of months. Angela fit in well and
soon learned the proper behavior for a sex slave. It was not a difficult task for her as
she was a natural at it. She was still not rivaling Connie in her zest for pure pain, but
she was well on the way to catching up with Kim in her knowledge about sex and
sexual games, especially those that dealt with discipline and bondage. As predicted,
her appetite increased as she experienced more things and her willingness to
experiment was unlimited.

     Bill brought in a guy from his office to participate. The women were glad
because the two men were finding it difficult to keep up with the four of them. Charles
was young and unmarried. He was not experienced in bondage and discipline but
quickly entered the spirit of things and was a welcome addition to their group.

     It was Connie who was responsible for bringing the club an entirely different
element. Jean and Mike were neighbors from around the corner. They were young, in
their early thirties, and had no children. Connie and Jean were not close friends but
had visited several times at neighborhood gatherings and had gotten along well
enough. At a holiday party they found themselves seated next to each other and
struck up a lively conversation that eventually turned to sex. Jean surprised Connie
with her openness, although the amount they had drunk may have had something to
do with it.

     During their talk Jean mentioned that she enjoyed being in charge and that her
husband liked it that way as well. Connie laughingly asked her if she tied him up and
spanked his ass. Jean hesitated just a moment, then fixed Connie with a deep stare
and answered that she did that and more. In fact, she continued, Mike was her slave
and did anything and everything she commanded, often for a whole weekend at a
time. Connie giggled and said she would like to see that, jokingly suggesting the four
of them get together sometime. 

     "It might be fun and I'll bet we'd fit together perfectly," Connie said. "Bill is my
Lord and Master and he enjoys making me be his sex slave. It might be fun
to have a man as a partner in submission. You and Bill could probably think up some
diabolical situations for Mike and me." Although she had said it as a joke, Connie could see that
Jean was thinking about the possibilities and wondering if her neighbor was being
serious. Connie wanted to lighten the tone of things but still let her know that what she
had said might really be possible, so she said "Why don't you come over tomorrow
morning for coffee. We can talk about it when the situation is a little less public." She
was delighted when Jean said that she would love to come and was interested
in pursuing the line of conversation if Connie was really being serious.
Assuring her that she was, Connie made the date for ten the next morning.

     That evening she told Bill about her interesting talk with Jean and
wondered what he thought about it. Bill was enthusiastic. He said, "It's worth
exploring. They might be an interesting addition to the club. Try to push her and see what
they do when they play, and if she has any experience dominating women as well as
men. If you feel comfortable, then set up a meeting with them. We can see how they
play and get a feel for whether they are right to join the club."

     Connie decided to meet Jean casually. If she was going to try to turn
the conversation to sex, she wanted to look the part without being too obvious.  She chose
a long lounging gown, cut low in the front, and made of a smooth silky material. She
went without a bra and, as an afterthought, removed her bikini panties. Studying
herself in the mirror, she could barely make out the dark triangle of her vee if she
stood in the light just the right way. She put on light makeup and let her hair fall
loosely around her shoulders.

     Jean was dressed a bit more demurely, because she had walked over from her
house, but clearly had also given some thought to the look she wanted to portray. Her
light, almost strawberry red hair was loose and flowing, framing her delicate facial
features, and set off the freckles that were so characteristic of redheads.
The sweatshirt she chose was oversized but did nothing to hide her generous breasts. Her
black pants were extremely tight, almost looking as though they had been painted on.
They were so tight that Connie could clearly see her pubic mound in front and the
crease of her ass in back. The material hugged each cheek and held them high and
separated.

     Jean took charge immediately, though she was the guest. Connie couldn't help
noticing that everything the woman said sounded like a command and she found
herself drifting off as she fantasized being a slave to this beautiful, demanding woman.

     Forcing herself to pay attention, Connie realized that  Jean was talking. "Our
conversation at the party last night intrigued me, and would like to ask you some
questions if you don't mind."

     "I don't mind," Connie answered. "But you will have to answer some for me
after you finish."

     "Fair enough," Jean said. "First, I want to know if you were really serious or if it
was just the alcohol talking. Do you and Bill really get into bondage and discipline games?"

     "We do," Connie acknowledged and added, "and we both find them very
stimulating and terribly exciting. I pushed Bill into it a couple of years ago and we
have been going at it hot and heavy ever since." Lowering her eyes and her voice she
added, "and we have found it even more exciting when we play games with others."

     Jean's raised eyebrows told Connie that she had gotten her neighbor's interest.
She decided to wait for Jean's response before committing herself any further. 

     "Tell me a little about what you do when you play B and D games" Jean said. "I
want details, enough so that I can decide if we might want to get with you or not. Mike
and I can get pretty rough at times and I wouldn't want you to get in over your head."

     Connie laughed out loud. "I doubt you two could get too rough for Bill and me,"
she said, still giggling. "Instead of telling you some things we do I'll just take you
downstairs to our playroom and let you see for yourself."

     Connie led the way and was rewarded with an appreciative murmur as Jean
surveyed all the bondage equipment in the basement. "As you can see, Bill and I are
very involved and take great pains to enhance our enjoyment. In answer to your
statement about you and your husband playing too rough for us, let me assure you
that Bill has never yet gotten me to use our safe word. He has suspended me for
hours at a time and whipped me to the point of bleeding several times. When we start,
I become his possession, a total slave and willing to do anything he commands. There
is literally nothing that we won't try at least once. Now tell me a bit about you and
Mike. Are you more into the domination and humiliation or do you tend toward
bondage and S and M?"

     "Before I answer that, let me ask you one more thing. How does Bill feel about
being a Master over another man? Has he ever done it" Jean asked? 

     Connie thought a few minutes before answering. "I don't really know how he
feels about that. I do know that he is totally heterosexual and would not consider
doing anything that bordered on any gay activity. He might enjoy dominating a man
and forcing him to perform sexual acts on himself and others, although he has never
done it. One of his pleasures is watching me have sex with other people, men and
women. Unlike Bill, I have no such qualms. I enjoy both men and women," she
added with a sly grin.

     "Then I will answer your question truthfully," Jean said. "Mike is not gay either
but he does like being dominated by a man. Personally, I think he just enjoys the
freedom of being totally under someone else's control, man or woman. He doesn't
have to worry about pleasing anyone or take the responsibility of making sure the sex
is successful. With me, he lets me tell him what to do to please me and then resists
just enough to turn us both on. I enjoy the power I have over him, and I like making
him do things he wouldn't ordinarily do. I also enjoy making him scream and beg."
Jean said this last with a slight raise of her eyebrows, almost as if issuing a challenge
to her neighbor.

     The comment didn't escape Connie's notice. "I'd be willing to bet you couldn't
make me scream or beg for mercy," she responded pertly.

     "Really," Jean said, her voice raising in a lilt. "And just what would the nature of
this bet be?"

     Connie paused for a few moments, lost in thought. "I think we should make it
worthwhile for the winner, but fair to both of us. How about setting a time limit, let's
say,  an hour. Bill will give me to you for an hour and you can do what you like to me
during that time. You may use of our playroom and all its equipment or bring  your
own. If you make me use the safe word, you will be the winner. At the end of the
hour, if I haven't used it, I will win."

     "Agreed." Jean said. "What are the stakes?"
     "If you win, I'll give myself to you for an entire weekend. I will be your slave
from 6:00 Friday evening to 6:00 Sunday night. If I win, you agree to turn yourself over
to my husband for the rest of the evening. He may decide to show you the submissive
side of things or he may just have you use your talents on Mike and me. Probably, it
will be a combination of both, but he will respect any limits you may have."

     Connie could tell that Jean was considering the proposition carefully.  Finally
she answered, choosing her words carefully. "I have never been on the receiving end
of things before and I admit there are some things I would like to experience first
hand. If Bill will agree to observe the safe word and will promise not to put me in a
position where Mike will dominate or punish me, I'll agree to your terms. I might like
being under someone's control, but I don't want it to affect my relationship with Mike."

     "Great! Then it's a bargain. When should we get together for this contest?"
Connie said, a little breathlessly. "Bill and I are available this weekend, if you and
Mike can come over. I'm excited about this and want to do it as soon as possible."

     "I'll have to check with Mike and make sure he hasn't made any plans, but I
think this weekend should be fine. Shall we plan on Friday? I'll call you later this
evening to finalize the arrangements." Jean had a lecherous grin on her face when
she added, "And be sure to clear your calendar for the following weekend. I think I
may need a French maid for a small gathering that I am planning. It will be the perfect
time for you to pay off your debt."

     "I'll be happy to serve my Mistress if I lose" Connie replied with an exaggerated
curtsy. "But I think you have better get some pillows to sit on because Bill is going to
simply adore turning your gorgeous lily white ass bright red. He likes to spank you
while you're sucking him off. The longer it takes you to make him cum, the more
punishment you suffer, and he can last a long time when he sets his mind to it."

     Rosie was on call and had to work Friday night but agreed to let Jimmy, Kim
and Angela use their house to play, especially if Jimmy promised to save something
for her when she got home a little after midnight! Charles had another appointment
that night and couldn't join them. Everyone was excited about adding another couple
to their membership, however, and made Bill and Connie promise to tell them
everything about the evening. Bill said he would see if Jean and Mike would
let him film the evening. If so, they could all watch the tape the next night, as a
prelude to an impromptu meeting of the club. 

     Friday night arrived and Connie was both nervous and excited. She was as
ready as she would ever be and hoped she would at least give a good accounting of
herself, win or lose. Secretly, she almost wanted to lose because shewanted to see
what it was like to finally reach the upper limit of her pain threshold.  She also thought
it would be fun to serve as a slave to Jean and a whole new group of people. Being a
toy,  a sexual plaything, for people she didn't even know, excited  her.

     At the appointed hour Bill answered the doorbell. He was a little taken aback
when the door swung open to reveal Jean, her thick red hair, wild and flowing over
her shoulders, dressed completely in tight, shiny black leather. Every curve of her
luscious body was not only exhibited but accentuated. Her husband, Mike, was on all
fours, wearing only skimpy leather briefs and a black leather collar. Jean held a leash
attached to his collar in one hand. Her other hand wielded a vicious looking riding crop
that she promptly used on Mike's bare back, urging him to crawl into the house, which
he did, howling like a dog and scampering as fast as he could.

     Handing Mike's leash to Bill, Jean breezed in the door saying,  "Take care of
this cur, will you? You can tie him in the kitchen if you don't want to bother with him,
although  he is well trained and won't climb on the furniture if you decide to let him
stay with us."

     Bill felt awkward. He didn't know what Jean or Mike expected of him, but finally
decided that the woman had given him a clue. She was treating her husband like a
dog and Bill followed her lead.

     "Come this way, boy," he said, giving the leash a sharp tug. Turning to Jean,
Bill said, "Connie thought you would be pleased if she was ready for you when you
arrived, so I have taken the liberty of preparing her for your contest." 

     Bill led the way to the basement while Jean followed, flicking her crop against
her husband's ass when he lagged behind. Mike had to go down the stairs slowly to
keep from falling so he received several harsh cuts of the crop before finally reaching
the dungeon. Mike had not seen the room before and he was impressed. It was
obvious that Bill and Connie meant business.

     Jean searched the room for her opponent of the evening. She found Connie,
completely naked, stretched out on a large doctor's examination table.   Connie's arms
were extended back over her head and secured to wrist cuffs at the end of the table.
Her legs were spread wide with her feet strapped into the stirrups. The poor woman
looked like she was preparing for a pelvic exam. Connie felt totally exposed and
completely vulnerable. Her tits had flattened out slightly and rolled off to each side.
Jean observed that Connie's nipples were already stiff and pointed and noticed the
moisture that had already gathered at the opening to her soft pussy.

     Jean quickly crossed the room to stand beside Connie. She ran her hands up
and down her neighbor's quivering body, stopping only to pinch a nipple or test the
resiliency of Connie's elastic cunt lips. Turning to Bill she said, "I have a free rein for
an hour tonight, right?"

     Bill nodded and said, "As long as you use common sense.  If she says
'Quit, I give up' you must stop immediately."

     "I have a few preliminary things to do before we get started. Why don't you see
if you can make that sniveling husband of mine learn some new tricks while I work. He
tends to play with himself once his cock gets hard. I've never been able to break him
of that habit. Maybe you have some ideas." While she was talking, Jean was digging
into the bag she had brought. "Do you have some hot water down here?" she asked.
She went to the bathroom that Bill had indicated and soaked a couple of washcloths in
hot water. Filling a bowl and picking up the hot wash cloths, Jean returned to Connie
who was showing a look of apprehension.

     "Don't worry, my sweet" Jean chortled as Connie surged at her bonds and
flared her nostrils. Her eyes were glued to the gleaming straight razor in Jeans's hand.
"I'm not going to cut you, I'm just going to shave all that hair off your pretty pink
pussy. When I start whipping you, I don't want anything cushioning the blows. You are
going to feel every stroke right to the core of your being. Besides, a freshly shaved
pussy is so much more sensitive. I think you'll agree that you have never been quite
so aware of your cunt. It will throb and tingle even before I start whipping it, and be
assured, I am going to whip it . . .  hard!" Connie tensed as Jean placed the hot wash
cloth right on her pussy.

     Bill busied himself with Mike. He removed the leash and fastened the man's
collar to a short chain attached to a ring embedded in the floor. He purposely left
Mike's hands free to tempt him into masturbating. Bill put a heavy belt around Mike's
waist and snapped a chain to the back of the belt. With a few yanks on the pulley,
Mike was lifted so high that his feet just barely touched the floor while his head was
held just inches from the ring. As a final touch, Bill manacled his prisoner's ankles and
made them fast to the same ring. Stepping back, Bill admired his handiwork.  Mike was
effectively suspended from his waist and totally unable to move anything except his
hands and arms. Popping the snaps on either side of Mike's leather briefs, Bill
whisked them off in one quick motion leaving the man naked and embarrassed, his
thickening cock slapping gently against his stomach.

     Jean worked quickly on Connie's nether curls.  First, she used a pair of scissors 
to cut away as many of the long blond locks as possible. After thoroughly lathering the
woman's pussy, she started shaving. Bill watched with admiration. It was obvious this
was not the woman's first experience with a straight razor as she expertly denuded his
wife's triangle with just a few swift strokes. Slowing down, Jean scraped gently in the
area between Connie's lower cunt lips and her ass hole, making sure that every
vestige of pubic hair was removed.

     Connie was deathly afraid of the razor scraping the sensitive skin so close to
her private parts, but it produced such overwhelming sensations she could not help
herself. Jean's fingers pulled the skin taunt, making sure the razor shaved close and
left no stubble. All this handling of her pouting cunt lips made Connie hot. She could
tell that much of the slickness down there was from her own juices as much as the
lather that was gradually disappearing along with her golden pubic mane. Connie's
mind was in turmoil. She'd had few experiences that were as sensuous as this. Try as
she might, the woman was unable to keep her ass from shifting back and forth on the
table. Occasionally she lost control as a small orgasm crept over her, causing her hips
to snap up and down rapidly. Jean enjoyed hearing the slapping sound and watching
Connie's ass cheeks flatten out as they slammed against the table.



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