The chastity belt was fitted to
her. She had two, one to be worn alone, and one for over the
corset. Both were made the same way, one being slightly larger
to fit over the corset (even with the waist reduction, there was
a slight swelling to her hips; they had tried to fit the first
belt over the corset and, while it would work, they decided to
spend the money to make a proper fit). There was a locking belt
with a front piece that descended downward between her legs which
ended in two chains going upwards over her ass cheeks to the belt
in back. The front piece fit her pussy closely, with a thin slit
through which the outer lips of her pussy would protrude
slightly, but which prevented insertion of anything. The
pressure on the lips kept her in a constant state of low arousal,
which was just fine, for the both of them.
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The chastity belt was fitted to
As I stepped up to the device, my neck fit up to a
semicircular ring, or collar, that was also permanently
fixed to the framework. I could have pulled my upper body
back, to remove my neck from contact with the ring, but saw
no immediate reason to do so. The core of the ring, while
obviously metal, was covered with a plush padded wrap. A set
of small diameter holes could be seen around the top of the
ring. She wrapped a soft strap about each thigh and pulled
them snug to the frame. The front on my legs were pulled
into a set of pads that kept my legs straight, and slightly
spread. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was obvious that I
had lost control of my leg movement. Another soft strap went
about my lower torso, slightly above my hips, and another
just below my armpits. As she tightened both of these, my
body was likewise pulled tight to the frame. There were no
pads or other obstructions in proximity of my breasts, but
there was a curved plate, with two round cut-outs where a
larger set of breasts could fit. My chest was forced tightly
against this plate. I could feel pressure all about, but
aside from my bra, there were no sensations from my breasts.
She left my brassiere in place, my small mounds now
protruding firmly out from my chest.
Toweling the last of the foam from her
he had Gina stand up and put a bridle over her head
tightening the straps and then Gina opened her mouth on his
command to accept the bit which he buckled tightly under her
chin and behind her head. Cuffing her wrists behind her back
she started to tremble as her thrust out heavy tits started
to quiver. The groom stroked her soft behind and ran his
hand over her flat stomach and cupped her heavy tits and
gently pulled on her nipples calming Gina down. Attaching
reins to her bridle he then tied them to a ring and left her
there. Gina wanted at this point to please her Master and to
be a pony girl since that was what her Master wished.
As Greta spoke, Lisa started to shudder as the first waves of orgasm coursed through her.
‘Ohhhhhh, yessss!’ Lisa had to vocalise her arousal, she knew that it was obvious to the onlookers and she felt that she should try to extract as much pleasure as she could from her predicament.
Her feet were aching and the pressure as her toes clenched tempted her to relax but she tried to hold her position as long as possible. The relentless vibrations continued and intensified as Greta adjusted her controls.
‘Nooooooo nooooooooo stop! Yesssss, keep on doing it!’ Lisa wanted the pleasure to stop as much as she wanted it to continue.
The tension was building and another massive orgasm shook through her, as her naked body, her heavy bare tits, her shaven mound began to glisten in a soft sheen of sweat. Suddenly, she could take no more and she relaxed her straining feet, settling herself hard upon the tormenting rubber probes. The vibrations stopped and for one brief, happy, moment, nothing happened.
Then she felt the rubber phallus began to pulsate within her wetness. This time the whole length began to expand and she felt her whole cunt, from opening to cervix and beyond being stretched. Lisa tried to withstand the pressure for as long as possible before she stood again on tip toe.
Once more, as the phallus shrank back to its normal size, or at least as normal as was possible. The vibrations started again.
Karen picked up a pair of clips and held them up for his approval.
‘Yes, they will be fine, go and attach them to your friend.’. Karen walked back, as both Karl and Greta enjoyed the view.
Once again she started with the right nipple. She thought to herself, as she often had in the past, how small the average mans nipple really was, nothing to pull, and pleasure, like her own swollen cherries. She had learned in what seemed another, earlier, life that Mary loved his nipples teased and she knew that she would have to pinch them to make them sufficiently erect to be able to fit the clips in her hand. As she did so Mary drew breath sharply. The application of the menthol based cream had sensitised her nipples to an extent she had not believed possible. Then, as Karen managed to clip the nipple, she felt the full pressure, the pain even, as the clip bit home and hung from his flesh, the weight of it adding to her distress.
Karen, oblivious to her feelings, and intent on her task, moved to her other nipple and repeated the process, before she stepped away. It was clear, from his increasing erection, that the clamps had the desired effect on Mary.
As she moved away Karl and Greta surveyed Mary in her bondage. Her nipples were clearly distended with the weight of the clips, but Greta wanted more.
‘Karen-slut, go back and hang some of those weights on each miserable nipple.’
Karen teetered across to the bench and picked up four small lead, or was it dull steel, weights, each slightly smaller than a golf ball. She went over to Mary and proceeded to hang one on each nipple clip, making her wince with the added tension.
‘Good, good!’, murmured the watching pair in unison.
‘And the others’, Karl gave his instructions.
Karen proceeded to hang the extra weights very gently and slowly and only released them when she was sure that Mary was ready for the extra torment. This time the pain was quite evident, tears welled in the corners of her eyes and she was obviously on the threshold between pleasure and pain, with pain being at the front of her mind.
She stared at the image in front of her, the naked, chained gagged girl hanging helpless whilst the leather-clad vixen beat her behind, and she suddenly felt a wetness in her crotch such as she had never felt before. She had suspected for a while that her natural propensity was toward submissiveness, but she had never dreamed to what extent she could be aroused by it. Now, as the blows rained down on her throbbing backside, she saw for the first time how such treatment could excite her, and she bit hard on the ball gag as she felt the desires inside her increase.
Her entire backside was glowing red, with more stripes down the back of her legs and across her back. She caught Alex’s eye. The girl was breathing heavily with the exertion of the beating, her gaze fixed on Toni’s body. More than anything now, Toni wanted an orgasm, and she thrust her backside back at her punisher, moaning behind her gag.
“Time for your punishment, my little beauty,” he murmured.
Toni replied with a low moan.
He reached up and pulled down a pair of manacles that hung from the ceiling close to the end of the table. He undid her wrists and trapped them in the metal shackles. Then he pulled on a chain, dragging her hands high above her head. The knowledge that the whipping was about to commence made the wetness in Toni’s sex increase as she contemplated it.
He shouted something and two men stepped forward from the crowd. Carlo threw down the end of the rope to them and they began to pull it, dragging Toni across the square, where a crowd was already gathering.
They hauled her up onto the platform, which was raised about four feet above the ground. Then they threw the rope over the bar to which the hooks were attached and pulled it tight, hauling Toni’s arms above her head, leaving her totally exposed to the eyes of all. They tied off the rope so that she was held upright, though not stretched so tight that they couldn’t drag her legs apart, ensuring those looking up from below a perfect view of her bare sex. Toni blushed scarlet as she looked down at them.