The Adventures of Karen - Part 37 Andy's Shame
Ken put the phone down and walked across to Andy, a broad smile on his face.
'Oh my, you are in luck already!'
'What... what do you mean?' Andy was obviously worried, his face ashen with
fear of the unknown.
'Nothing to worry about, nothing at all. You have been chosen to put on a
little performance for Mistress Greta and her guests.'
'Y-you mean....'
'Yes, that's right, you're going to masturbate especially for them, in front of
them!.' Ken smiled as he spoke, enjoying the look of apprehension on Andy's
face. 'Do you think you can do it?'
'I'm not too sure, not in front of strangers, I've never done that before.' Andy
appealed to Ken. 'Can you help me at all? Must I do it?'
'Oh yes, oh yes. Let me explain the rules for you...' Ken moved closer to Andy
and casually stroked the limp flaccid cock. Andy was too worried about his
impending performance to object, to move away or even to react to the gentle
insistent strokes.
'Go on then....tell me.'
'OK, it's so easy. I'm going to place you in position and you will just stand
there and wait for the instruction to start. While you're performing ...' Ken
snickered, '... you will not, repeat not, close your eyes, you will not turn
your head and look in any direction other than forward, at whoever or whatever
is in front of you.'
Andy nodded his head uncertainly. 'I think I understand, but how...'
'Wait, there's more. You will not speak, except to tell whoever is present that
you are near to cumming, or that you are cumming. When you start to cum, then
and only then, you may move your head. You will look down at your cock, and
watch the spurts. Just remember to make sure that your hand is well away from
the head, preferably at the base and holding it forward so that your spurts are
easily observed. Understand?'
Andy again nodded, ' But what about where it lands? What about the mess?'
'Easy, you'll shoot as far and as hard as you can and not worry about the
consequences. Mistress Greta may or may not ask you to, sorry, make you, clean
up.'
'I think I understand, but how will I clean up?' Andy asked the question even
though he had an uneasy feeling that he already knew the answer.
'You've got a tongue in your head haven't you? Use it!' Ken laughed out loud
at Andy's discomfort. 'Just make sure that you don't move until you are
commanded, otherwise you might find that you'll feel the strap or the cane.'
'T-thanks, I'll try to remember everything.' Andy felt a little relieved, at
least he knew the worst, the worst that is, other than how to manage an erection
in such circumstances. 'How will I manage to get it up, get it hard?'
'My god, you are so stupid. Just think of anything that turns you on, things
you've done, things you've seen or things you'd like to do to someone watching
you. You'll manage never fear.'
'OK, I suppose that's it then.'
'One last thing, I'll have to unchain you and put you into position before I put
a bag over your head.'
'What do you mean?' Andy felt his earlier fears and uncertainties return.
'Nothing, nothing. You'll be placed in the correct position and I'll put a
leather hood over your head. You can breathe easily but you won't be able to
see anything. Once Mistress is ready she'll remove the helmet, the hood, and
then you can begin to, shall we say, to entertain them.'
Andy nodded nervously as Ken reached up to unfasten the chains holding his arms
over his head. Satisfied that Andy could stand properly, Ken held his shoulder
and guided him across the floor to stand several yards in front of the row of
empty seats. 'Stand here, legs apart, hands behind your back and wait.' As he
spoke Ken placed a soft leather bag, leather hood, over Andy's bowed head,
adjusted the drawstring to hold it firmly in position before he patted him on
the shoulder and moved off towards the slave quarters.
In the warmth of her room Karen and Lisa were enjoying the pleasure of each
others body, the pleasure of feeling and stroking soft feminine flesh, stroking
and cupping each others breasts, each others nipples, unaware that Ken was
approaching.
'Oh yes! Having a little fun are we?' Ken called from the doorway, sniffing
the air heavy with the musky smell of two aroused females. 'Sorry to spoil your
fun ladies but I have to break the party up. Lisa, go back to your room, you
will not be needed yet. Karen, stand there and wait while I get some
equipment.'
As Ken walked out of the cell Karen looked at Lisa with a puzzled expression.
'Now what? I thought I'd done enough already.'
'Oh, don't worry, that's not unusual.' Lisa smiled with a confidence that she
didn't feel. 'Sometimes Mistress arranges a little entertainment and then puts
one or two of her own slaves at the disposal of the other guests. Don't worry,
you'll probably do nothing but stand there and get bored.'
'Yes, yes indeed.' Karen sighed. 'I certainly hope so, I feel so worn out now,
I had so many cums in there that I don't think I could manage another.'
Lisa looked at Karen, her face quite serious for once.
'Don't worry, if Mistress wants you to cum then you'll cum, no matter how many
times it is, you'll always cum for her. She'll make sure of that!' Lisa smiled
nervously, remembering some of her own ordeals when Greta had had competitions
with her guests so see which slave could cum the most often. Everyone knew that
Greta never lost those competitions, her slaves always, always managed an extra
orgasm, often a painful orgasm but always more than any other female in the room
could manage.
Ken walked back into the room holding a selection of straps and thongs.
'Now, for this task you'll be quite naked, apart perhaps from a pair of heels.
Choose a pair, put them on and then stand in front of me.'
Karen walked over to the well stocked shelf of shoes, carefully sorted in order
of heel height. Wondering just what was in store she decided to select a pair
of shiny black patent pumps with five inch heels. Wearing closed toe shoes
meant at least that they would be unlikely to repeat her earlier torment when
her toes were tied to her nipples, even though standing in heels that high would
not be too comfortable. Picking them up, she walked over towards Ken, bent down
and slipped her smooth bare feet into the shoes. She stood up a little
unsteadily and looked at Ken. 'I'm ready now. What shall I do next?'
'Just walk around the room for me, let me see your tits jiggle a little and then
we'll get started.' Ken grinned at Karen. 'You know how much I love to see
your tits bounce, especially when I fuck you !'
Karen smiled shyly, remembering the time when Ken had fucked her, fucked her
long and hard while Mistress Greta had watched her in the throes of intense
orgasms. She walked steadily around the room, making sure that with each step
her heavy tits bounced, aware of the reaction she would be getting from Ken.
'Good, now stand here and put your feet apart.'
Karen stood in front of Ken, Noting his thickening cock, and moved her heels
about three feet apart, straining her ankles and legs to hold the position in
the five inch spikes.
'Now, let me see...' Ken knelt down and fastened broad leather straps around
Karen's thighs, just above the knee. '... that's fine, just keep still while I
clip this bar on.' As he spoke Ken picked up a short steel bar, which was
fitted with hoops on each end and fastened one end to Karen's left thigh. 'Good,
good. No move your feet a little nearer...just so.' Ken helped Karen adjust
her position so that he could clip the other end of the bar to her right thigh.
Satisfied he stood up and looked at Karen. She stood unsteadily with her knees
about a foot apart, the gap between her naked thighs making sure that her smooth
labia and protruding clitoris were unobscured.
'Now walk around the room again, slowly!'
This time Karen could indeed only move slowly and, rather than walking, she
waddled around the room, the awkward constraint of the thigh spreader making her
unsteady and ungainly. This time, because of her awkward and ungainly gait her
tits bounced and jiggled even more provocatively, making Ken nod with approval.
'Well done, well done. At least you won't run off and hide anywhere now!' Ken
spoke confidently as Karen balanced herself in front of him. 'Now, let me fit
this.'
Karen looked down at the broad leather strap dangling in his hand. Looked down
nervously as he buckled it tightly around her slim waist.
'What's that for?' Karen suspected the answer but felt she had to ask.
'Wait, wait!' Ken bent down and picked up two wrist cuffs attached to short
lengths of chain. Holding them in front of Karen for a moment he fastened each
wrist firmly in the broad leather straps before he picked up the chains and held
them against the strap around her waist. 'Now, let me see, put your hands level
with your waist.'
Karen lifted her arms until her hands were at waist level.
'Good, let me see ...' Ken adjusted the length and clipped first one, then the
other chain to small D-rings sewn into the waist belt. 'Now try and move your
hands for me.'
Karen tentatively tried to lift her hands.
'No, no no, how high can you reach, how low can you reach?'
Karen looked puzzled.
'Don't be stupid, try and touch your tits, your nipples, your cunt!'
Slowly she realised her predicament. Although there was some movement available
to her, she found that, with a little effort, that her fingers could brush the
underside of her heavy tits but she could not reach her nipples at all.
Tantalisingly close but not touchable. She tried the other direction and found
again that she could just reach the sensitive crease between her labia and her
thighs but she could not quite reach her clitoris.
'You like?' Ken laughed at her discomfort. 'So near and yet so far! Now
whatever you feel like you will not be able to pleasure yourself will you. Will
you?' Ken almost shouted his final question.
'N-no, I guess not!'
'Stupid bitch!' Ken was quite angry, or at least appeared so to the startled
Karen. 'What can't you do now?'
'I can't pleasure myself. I can't play with my nipples, I cant reach my clit.'
Karen was strangely embarrassed by her admission of the obvious. 'I c-can't
make myself cum.'
'Exactly! Exactly!' Ken smiled grimly. Now for the final touch. Open wide!'
He held up a leather strap fitted to a leather covered ring gag. 'Nice and
wide, nice and wide.' Karen obediently opened her mouth as wide as she could as
the unyielding ring was slipped in behind her teeth, before the strap was pulled
tight behind her head.
'Comfortable?'
'Ggg-gghhhh' Karen was inarticulate. The wide ring and the impossibility of
forming words was made all the worse by the feeling of saliva pooling in her
mouth and spilling over her lips.
'Nice, nice, they always like to see a drooling slut!' Ken looked satisfied at
his efforts. 'Now, come with me.'
He walked briskly up the corridor towards the dungeon as Karen waddled slowly
behind him on the precarious heels, drooling and leaving a wet trail of saliva
between her bobbing breasts.
Finally she made it into the gloom of the dungeon, vaguely aware that a naked
male was standing across the room in front of her.
'Stand there, in silence, and wait.' Ken ordered her, as with a final gesture he
cupped her right breast and tweaked the nipple before he turned and disappeared
from her view.
Andy was aware of Ken murmuring behind him but he had no idea who else was there
in the room, the leather hood, apart from being an effective blindfold,
prevented him from hearing very much, increasing his feeling of isolation.
Suddenly, he heard a chair scrape on the hard floor and more voices, this time
in front of him. A feeling of apprehension came over him, surely his turn, his
time to perform, was drawing near. The suspense and the fear of the unknown
conspired to keep his cock limp, hanging over the cool rounded edge of the metal
collar which seemed now to weigh even heavier on his distended sac.
Across the floor, and behind him, Karen was fully aware that Greta and her
guests had re-entered the room and were making themselves comfortable in front
of the hooded naked male, a male who was surely her former lover. In the gloom
it wasn't easy to see especially when he was hooded but she felt certain that it
was indeed Andy and that he was due for more torment and humiliation. Despite
her previous feelings for him she felt that she could only express so much
concern. Her own predicament, her own discomfort as she stood on the teetering
heels, her legs held apart by the steel bar between her knees, was more than
enough to worry about. The continued presence of the ring gag was beginning to
make her jaw ache, the unnatural position, the stiffness and the taste of wet
leather had made her continue to drool. To drool copiously so that her whole
naked chest, her naked breasts, were liberally covered in saliva.
Suddenly Greta stood up and turned to her guests. 'Well, my friends, are you
ready for slave Andy's debut performance?'
There were murmurs of agreement along the row of guests, the men rather less
vocal than the women. Agnes, especially, was looking forward to this
humiliation, and the possibility of further punishment. Lucy, now sat next to
her, leaned forward eagerly, her thoughts racing at the possibility of learning
more ideas to torment her married slaves. Especially her male slave, who seemed
to enjoy public humiliation at every opportunity.
'OK then, let the fun commence!' As she spoke, Greta walked over to Andy and
with a swift flourish pulled the leather hood roughly over his head.
Andy blinked as the light struck his eyes. The dim light around the room was
supplemented by a strong beam directed at him, making it difficult to see much
of his surroundings, the assembled guests appearing more as silhouettes than as
recognisable faces.
'You may begin, you know what you have to do!' Greta called from her seat as
she settled back with her long legs crossed.
'Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress!' Andy made a brave attempt to respond as he
unclasped his hands and bought his right hand around to slowly stroke his limp
and unresponsive cock.
After several minutes, stroking and squeezing his member, he used his other hand
to tightly grip the root while he began to pull his cock slowly.
'C'mon, let's see you start properly!' Agnes was getting impatient for some
action, some indication that Andy was indeed feeling humiliated by his position.
'Yes Miss, sorry Miss!' Andy responded by increasing the speed of his strokes.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly his cock began to harden as he kept his gaze fixed
over the head of the silhouettes in front of him. As he continued his
masturbation his cock began to thicken further, to swell and become more rigid.
In an effort to stimulate himself Andy focused his thoughts on the pleasures of
his earlier foot worship with Alix and the incredible sensations just as he
ejaculated on to the open, and waiting, wet cunt that he now knew was his lover,
his former lover, Karen, held in rigid bondage. His thoughts returned to the
last time he had felt the wet warmth of a softly engorged cunt around his cock,
an incredibly supple and muscular cunt. Margo! Especially Margo! As he thought
of her incredible responses, her muscular contractions, he became aware that his
erection had begun to grow rigid and strong.
Ignoring the presence of the onlookers he began stroking and pumping his cock
with a regular rhythm, each down stroke fully baring his engorged glans.
As he increased his stimulation Greta looked along the row of guests. Agnes was
casually fondling her heavy breasts through her thin silken blouse while Lucy
had leant forward and seemed totally focused on the engorged phallus in front of
her.
Looking along the line she became aware that Karl had carefully risen from his
seat and was moving along, behind the guests, towards her.
As he reached her, he leant over and whispered in her ear, 'Greta my sweet, I do
feel that I have to take advantage of our other guest. That is, if you don't
object.'
'No my dear, just get on with it and don't make too much noise.'
Andy continued stroking his engorged cock as Karl walked quietly behind him
towards Karen.
She looked at him, her eyes wide above her gag.
'Come here, my dear, I want you to kneel down for me.'
Karen felt a flush of relief as he said that, feeling that at least he did not
want to fuck her, at least not at the present time.
Karl helped her to kneel as she looked behind him and saw Andy continuing his
masturbation.
'Now my dear, take this!' Karl fumbled with his trousers, and exposed his own
thick, swollen cock. 'Let's see how you perform!'
Karen knelt uncomfortably as he guided his cock into her gaping mouth, aware
that, large though the leather covered ring was, it was still only just big
enough for Karl's thick, hot cock. Slowly he inserted the swollen glans through
the ring for her tongue to lick and tease before he pushed further into her
mouth. The push into the depths of her mouth was made much easier by the
continuing drooling and slowly but surely Karen felt the swollen head rub into
the back of her throat, almost making her gag in reaction.
Sensing her reaction, Karl slowly withdrew partially and then, holding her head
to steady them both, continued a slow and regular mouth fucking while Karen
continued to lick and tease his cock. Despite the presence of the gag she could
still manage to suck and increase the pleasure for him and she did her best to
make him cum as soon as possible. While she enjoyed, intensely enjoyed, cock
sucking, this was one of those times when she felt that, once she had made him
cum, she would left unrewarded, her clit and nipples aching for a stimulation
that she was unable to provide in her present bondage.
Meanwhile, behind Karl, she could see Andy increasing his strokes. Increasing
the tempo of his masturbation. Increasing his pleasure and now unaware of the
audience as he lost himself in the beginnings of an orgasm.
'I'm going to cum soon!' Andy had remembered his instructions and called out
hoarsely.
Karl looked over his shoulder and back at Karen. 'Now, my little slut, let's
see if we can cum together. Keep working on it....now!' As he spoke he
increased the tempo and penetration of his thrusts into Karen's mouth and
throat. She in turn increased her tonguing and suction.
'I'm going to cum soon, very soon!' Andy could feel the pleasure begun to surge
through his sac, despite, or perhaps even, he thought, because of the added
weight of the clamp.
Karl increased his own thrusts, almost choking Karen as he plunged deeper into
her mouth.
Suddenly!
'I'm cumming, I'm cumming!' Andy called, almost shouted, as he bent his head to
look, for the first time, at his swollen cock. Slowly, almost lovingly, he gave
it several more strokes before he pulled his hand down to the root, totally
exposing the swollen glans, the sharply defined rim, to see, to admire the
pre-cum coating on the richly swollen, smooth, glossy flesh.
He stared fixedly at his swollen cock, enjoying the sight of it red and swollen
and proud.
Anther couple of full strokes before he bared the glans again.
'Now!'
As he spoke, thick cream jetted from the end of his cock. Jetted in thick
strings across the floor into the surrounding gloom. Slowly the stream of hot
cum eased and, with a few final twitches his cock began to soften slightly. Not
knowing what else he was expected to do Andy stood still, holding his cock,
keeping the cum streaked glans totally bare for inspection as he looked at it
and marvelled at the pleasure it gave him. Him personally.
Karl continued to pump Karen's mouth as she gasped and desperately tried to draw
breath on each withdrawal before he too began to cum, to shoot his own thick cum
deep into Karen's throat. 'Not good enough bitch, I wanted to cum at the same
time and you didn't make it happen. You'll be punished later.' Karl muttered
angrily as he slowly, reluctantly withdrew his softening cock from the warmth of
Karen's mouth, from the confines of the leather gag ring.
Bending over he gave Karen two vicious slaps, one on each hanging, sagging,
breast, making them jiggle and bounce one against the other, before he returned
angrily to his seat.
Greta had observed his little scene and made mental note to deal with him later.
She stood up and walked over to Andy. 'Well done slave Andy! You did well for
your first time. Now you can clean up your mess while we enjoy ourselves.'
'C-clean up Mistress?'
'Yes, of course, on your knees, there's a lot to do! Get on with it.'
Reluctantly, slowly, Andy let go of his rapidly deflating cock and got to his
knees searching for the first signs of his cum. Seeing some milky strings on
the floor he knelt lower and pushed his head downwards, searching with his
tongue until he tasted the salty liquid.
Eagerly he lapped it up, eager to please his Mistress.
End of Part 37
(c) 2002 Cathy P
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