Aqua Domination (13 page)

‘Oh God, it’s wonderful,’ Carol moaned, virtually in a trance of luxurious masturbation. ‘She’s scared. So am I.’

Faye squealed like a pig as Mary poured cold water over her arse, then probed her with her tongue before abruptly giving her two more slaps. She had to pause to rub her own pussy, thighs, belly and breasts with both hands, greedy for the kind of powerful sensations she was granting Faye with such lavish generosity. Mary felt jealous of the melon-breasted girl – really this was all too good for her. She took the plastic brush and rubbed its bristles on Faye’s buttocks, touched her pussy lightly with the long black handle, then tapped it several times. Desperately, Faye struggled to rub herself on the curving plastic even as Mary used her other hand to give her three very hard slaps on the arse. Clearly, Faye was trapped on the very brink of the climax of her life, and Mary knew she had power over Faye’s future, over her very soul: she could caress Faye to orgasm, or release her, or else she could do something very cruel and wrong, something that might warp this innocent girl’s whole life.

As David had warped Mary’s life. So Mary began to alternate light slaps delivered upwards between Faye’s legs with harder blows to her arse. Faye squealed, arched her body, tensed and struggled, going wild in the grip of her bonds, and was finally ripped apart by an orgasm that seemed appalling, as Carol reached up to hold her breasts and Mary cupped her pussy with one hand in front and one behind, squeezing out all her lust like juice from a lemon. Mary and Carol were awed by the power and length of Faye’s climax, which went on and on as they held her, filling them with wonder, excitement, pride and envy. The startling power of this orgasm reinforced the three women’s addiction to advanced sexual deviations. They sensed the future even as Faye was still shuddering and twitching in her final convulsions, and it made them tingle with seductive, tantalising anxiety.

‘Oh God,’ Faye gasped brokenly when Mary removed the rubber bit from between her teeth. ‘I didn’t know, I didn’t know.’ Her limbs were released, and she was cuddled and caressed by Mary and Carol. For minutes none of them spoke a word, as there seemed nothing that was worth the saying.

Soon they were moving against each other with increasing urgency, and they tried all kinds of positions, surging forwards from one orgasm to another with a fantastic energy.

Finally, they left the bathroom, and talked eagerly for hours about what they had done and would do. All were fired with eagerness and determination, though in Mary alone this mingled with anxiety and a nagging, subdued guilt.

*   *   *

Next day, Carol and Faye’s strong sense of duty and devotion to their university work asserted itself, and they drove to nearby woodlands where Faye could study and photograph the forestry work, while Carol did likewise for the local geomorphology, as part of their summer projects. Mary was invited to come, but declined, sensing that for her it would be boring.

To see David in the local Tesco’s should not have been a shock for Mary, as his house was less than a mile from that of Carol’s parents where she was staying, and yet it was indeed a shock, as he somehow seemed to have become part of the remote past, and should, according to Mary’s mental map, have been removed to a remote part of Asia where there was no chance of their ever meeting. It had never even occurred to her that they could possibly meet, and yet here he was, and their trolleys nearly collided as they came to the same corner at the end of the shelves loaded with tinned fruit. And I never even buy tinned fruit, Mary told herself in surprise.

‘Oh God!’ David exclaimed, looking as if he had seen a ghost. ‘What the hell are you doing here?’

‘Shopping. People quite often do that in Tesco’s.’

‘For heaven’s sake. You’re not following me, are you?’

‘Don’t flatter yourself. I’m staying a couple of days with Carol and Faye. Nothing to do with you. Goodbye. Oh, just one thing: if you don’t want the cat, I’ll take her. Don’t have her put down out of spite.’

‘Of course not. She’s fine. I like having her around.’

‘OK. Goodbye then,’ said Mary. David muttered something unintelligible in reply, and Mary quickly moved away from him, feeling very proud of herself for not lingering to talk or shout or hit the little rat with a big tin of rambutans. She did not see him again that day. When Carol and Faye returned, they were very glad of the fine meal Mary had got ready for them, and the three of them enjoyed it greatly.

Eating ice cream and peaches for dessert, they once more started talking about what they had done in the bathroom.

‘It’s so exciting being helpless,’ said Faye. ‘I was scared, but it was a sexy fear.’

‘And it’s great having you helpless,’ Carol said eagerly. ‘Mary and I could tease you and we could come when you couldn’t. I came and came.’

‘And you and Mary were so cruel, but that was exciting too. Oh, when I think about all the things we can do, I want to do everything, try everything.’

‘It’s addictive,’ said Mary. ‘I warned you. It makes straight sex seem dull. That’s bad really, but there you are. Once you’ve started it’s hard to stop. Though we should.’

‘I don’t want to stop!’ Faye exclaimed. ‘I want to do something tonight. Something different from yesterday.’

‘I have an idea,’ Carol said a little nervously. ‘But it’s a bit crazy. Really I shouldn’t even say it.’

Curiosity made Mary and Faye demand that Carol share her idea. She breathed in deeply and took the plunge.

‘It’s a hot night, right? Suppose we go for a secret, bizarre, swimming party? We start late when people in the nearby houses are asleep, and we have to be very quiet, that’s part of the fun. It’s secret and mysterious, you see.’

‘Like superheroines going out at night,’ Mary put in, her active and overstimulated imagination seizing on the idea immediately. ‘Batgirl, Supergirl and Wonder Woman going out at night on a mission. We can dress up in plastic and rubber and take special equipment.’

‘Oh, that’s great!’ gasped Faye. ‘I always wanted to be a heroine in a comic. We can tie Carol up for a while, can’t we, Carol? It’s your turn. I must have some revenge for yesterday. We can use the ladder! One day we’ll be in our own comic, I can see it now. What shall we call it?
Heroines of Restraint
, or
Bizarre Bitches
?’

‘How about
Wet Women
?’ Carol giggled.

‘I have the perfect name for us,’ said Faye, ‘but “Three Silly Girls Getting Out of their Depth” is too long.’

“‘Aquanauts”,’ Mary announced, and grimaced.

‘Perfect!’ cried Faye. ‘Mysterious, costumed explorers of sexuality in a swimming pool at midnight! We should try to sell the movie rights.’

‘Is that what David said you and he were, in his wonderful bathroom?’ Carol asked Mary quietly.

‘Yes. You’re clever. Oh, it’s stupid of me to think of the past. It annoys me so much to see how weak I was.’

‘It’s not about being strong or weak,’ Faye insisted.

‘Never mind, Mary,’ said Carol. ‘Fool around with us and you’ll feel better. Two naive and gullible middle-class girls getting involved with sexual deviations. I mean, come on, what more could anyone ask for? Jam on it?’

‘If you answer “David” I’ll hit you,’ Faye giggled.

They all three laughed loudly and, as they joked and talked about what they would do in the pool at midnight, Mary forgot David for minutes at a time. After washing the dishes, they gathered equipment and garments, trying things on and making plans.

Excitedly they dressed up. Carol wore a black plastic suspender belt with six straps supporting black stockings, and a stretchy black plastic top, while Faye opted for a black fishnet top and matching stockings with an open crotch, plus red rubber gloves. Mary chose thigh-length black plastic boots with elasticated tops, matching long gloves, and a black plastic halter top that left her breasts, including her nipples, almost completely bare. Happy and excited, the three women kissed and touched each other and exchanged sincere praise for their outrageously sexy, fetishistic appearance. Shushing each other, they took towels and toys out to the pool. Now they were aquanauts indeed, thought Mary, a secret group of kinky mermaids.

Midnight had just passed. It was a moonless cloudy night, with no lights showing in the nearest houses, and, by the pool under the garden’s large old trees, it was surprisingly dark and eerie.

‘I feel,’ Carol whispered, ‘more like a witch than an aquanaut. How quiet it is. Why do people sleep so much?’

‘They’re rehearsing,’ Mary replied, ‘for when they’re dead.’

Mystery all around and inside them, they lit six candles and placed them around the edge of the pool, to prevent them banging their heads in the darkness. They entered the water as quietly as they could, finding it deliciously cool on such a hot and sultry summer night, and they kissed and fondled each other as they pressed their bodies together, keeping to the part of the pool nearest the fence at the back of the garden, a spot overlooked by only two windows, both dark, of one neighbouring house. The sense that they were out in the night, risking observation and eavesdropping as they indulged in forbidden acts, was a massive stimulation.

Urgently, they thrust at one another, and then they used the pool’s ladder to play games: one of them squatted on this with her back to the pool, and a second lay floating face up to lick and suck her pussy, while the third went between the floating girl’s parted legs to give oral service while masturbating. All three of them tried each place with great pleasure. Then they brought the inflated red plastic chair into play. Mary sat on it first, throwing her legs wide apart over its arms so that Faye could float in the water and suck her off, while Carol played with Mary’s breasts, clinging to them from behind while rubbing her own clitoris on the bottom of the chair. Then Faye and Carol gave one another a foot between the thighs, rubbing and pressing upwards while pleasuring Mary. Again this was so fine that they all three tried each position, finding it fascinating and thrilling that they could form all kinds of combinations while floating in the water. Its support gave them new freedom to play games of rare delight.

‘Why does nobody ever tell you these things?’ Carol whispered in wonder. Her perky breasts were even more upstanding than usual, thanks to her excitement and the cool water, and she was sighing with pleasure as Mary and Faye handled them tenderly. ‘Why is it a kind of secret that you can do things like this?’

‘The economy would collapse,’ Mary told her, ‘if people ever realised how happy they could be without spending money.’

‘Any kind of happiness must be a secret conspiracy,’ whispered Faye. ‘We’re the Aquanauts. Let’s take our conspiracy beyond all limits. Dream harder.’ She fetched swimming masks and waterproof vibrators from the bag they had placed at the side of the pool. All three donned their blue swimming masks in serious, lustful silence, and turned on the vibrators.

Aquanauts, mermaids, secret players of wet games in the darkness, the three of them breathed deeply, then dived deep, to explore the depths of passion. It was a sweet strangeness, a dark delight, to swim and to come in ecstasy.

Panting and trembling, the three women finally left the pool for a rest, radiant with fresh vitality after their astonishingly powerful orgasms. They dried each other and rested for a while on the red chair and a blue plastic airbed. Touching and smiling, they could hardly believe their own pleasure.

‘Now,’ breathed Carol, ‘you must tie me up.’

Pouncing on her, Faye and Mary stripped her of her black plastic top, though not her black suspender belt and stockings. To tie her to a tree with soft white cotton cords was a simple matter, and there she stood in the darkness, wrists and ankles fastened. With a cruel smile, Faye tweaked Carol’s nipples and clitoris in turn, and she did this for quite a long time, while Mary sat on a garden chair watching in fascination, caressing Faye’s body as well as her own. Carol bit her lip as she struggled not to cry out, or plead. She had to remain silent in case the neighbours heard, which was much more difficult for her than if she had been inside the house, gagged, yet paradoxically free to make all kinds of noises in her throat and through her nose, enjoying the luxury of exerting herself and sounding like an animal. Not being gagged left her all too human.

Sighing with malicious and loving pleasure, Faye teased Carol with her mouth. Carol whimpered. Her magnificent tall body with legs so long and breasts so high and jutting was straining, arching and beaded with sweat, as she shuddered and heaved in the firm grip of a restraint that held her torso and limbs in an exquisite tension, so that she was a rigid bow of quivering tautness, straining to release an arrow into infinity.

Mary and Faye made love on an airbed in front of Carol, while she could only watch and listen in frustration. Before she came, Mary had Faye caress her while she struck Carol six harsh and cunning blows to her thighs with a leather strap, and this aroused Mary so much that she mounted Faye again and came with protracted whimpering and sobbing, as though she were consumed by grief.

When Carol was released, she went back into the pool to revel in the freedom of her limbs and the pleasuring of her body by Faye and Mary, until all three glowed with satisfaction.

‘We must do more and more,’ Carol said eagerly when they were back indoors. ‘Everything.’

‘Yes,’ Faye agreed. ‘Strange sex. Stranger sex.’

There was a man in the house. Mary heard a male voice as she came back from the shops. For a moment she thought it must be David come to apologise, and a savage delight leapt up in her like a leaping tigress as she imagined kicking him and driving him away, taking revenge. And later, so gracious and kind, to grant forgiveness. To realise that it was only Jack was no small disappointment. She took a deep breath, and walked into the breakfast room, all varnished wood and white paint, where Jack sat at the big table drinking tea with Faye and Carol. Mary had last seen her ex in that hotel room where she had subjected him to cruel and unusual domination and then abandoned him like a piece of rubbish. Seeing your old rubbish turn up again is rarely a pleasant experience.

‘Hello, Mary,’ he said with nervous brightness. ‘Sorry I’m not David,’ he added, reading her face with his professional skill as a good salesman.

‘How did you know I was here?’

‘I tried your apartment, your friends, your parents and, finally, David. A funny thing: last year I copied his address from an old letter I found in your room. Like I knew one day I’d need his address. A premonition. I suppose I knew you were still obsessed by him. Obsessed or whatever word you prefer.’

‘Whatever it was, it’s over,’ Mary replied as she put away her shopping. ‘Just as you and I are finished.’ She was about to ask how David had known where she was, and what exactly he had said, and how he had seemed, but then she remembered that he had seen her in the supermarket, and as for the rest of her questions, she swallowed them by a great effort of will, and reminded herself that she was not even a little bit interested.

‘Let’s all have lunch,’ Faye said brightly.

‘Yes, and then Jack will have to go, won’t you, Jack?’ Mary said firmly. ‘Owing to his enormous workload.’

‘Oh, Mary,’ Carol protested, ‘you can’t send Jack away when he’s come such a long way.’

‘Never mind, Carol,’ Jack said, touching her hand. ‘Mary has suffered a lot. She has a right to be a little brusque now and then.’

‘No, I have a right to be bloody rude all the bloody time if I want to be.’

‘I can’t help loving you, Mary.’

‘Oh, it’s so romantic,’ Faye sighed.

‘It’s just crap,’ Mary protested. ‘He’s just trying to impress you and Carol. He’s in sales. Fucking sales! He knows all the crappy little psychological tricks.’

‘She’s right,’ Jack told Faye. ‘I’m manipulative. It’s sad, really, how psychology has become more about controlling people than helping people.’

‘Another trick,’ snorted Mary. ‘An unexpected burst of sincerity and self-criticism. Chapter seven in his favourite book.’

‘Unworthy as I am, I can’t stop thinking about you, Mary. That’s the plain truth.’

‘What you really mean is that you can’t stop thinking of the time I dominated you,’ Mary snarled. ‘Be sincere, be honest. Anything else is just a waste of time. You want me to whip you.’

Jack, Carol and Faye all stopped eating their chicken salad with rice. Mary alone kept on munching.

‘I see you have no secrets from Faye and Carol,’ Jack said at last. Mary was pleased to see a definite blush on his bland features.

‘What use are secrets anyway?’ wondered Carol. She was delighted both by the turn the conversation had taken and by Mary’s confidence, a quality in her that Carol and Faye found inspiring.

‘You liked being dominated and you want me to dominate you again,’ Mary said through a mouthful of food, waving her fork at Jack.

‘All right,’ Jack agreed. He tried hard to be dignified and calm, but could not bring it off because he felt he was being a fool. ‘You dominated me, and it was a terrible, shocking experience. But it haunts me. You taught me things about myself I had never even suspected. I feel I have to be dominated by you again or I’ll go crazy. Maybe I’m already crazy.’

‘I know how you feel,’ Mary admitted. ‘I used to feel the same way about David. He dominated me and it was terrible, but I wanted him to do it again. So I could find out if it was wonderful or terrible. A dream or a nightmare. In the end I realised it was a nightmare.’

‘Dominate me one more time and then I too will know for sure,’ said Jack.

‘Now we can see our future,’ Carol said to Faye with an excited laugh. ‘We’ll get hooked on domination and then we’ll be confused and crazy about it. It’s like an addictive drug.’

‘Exactly!’ Mary exclaimed. ‘So we all have to try to give it up. Go cold turkey.’

‘But it’s so exciting,’ Faye protested, with a touching, childlike innocence.

‘So, you two lovely ladies have experience of these fascinating, harmless games,’ said Jack, eyeing Carol and Faye with real hunger.

‘Leave them alone,’ Mary snapped. ‘This is your problem, not theirs.’

‘Just being sincere and honest like you said I should be,’ Jack said with a smile.

‘Oh, shut up. This whole thing is ridiculous, and we have to be determined to stop it all here and now,’ Mary stated. ‘Let’s start being mature adults. The four of us will get a grip. Let’s be rational. All of this domination crap started with David, him and his damn crazy bathroom. He made me crazy, and then I accidentally made the three of you crazy. But David had the sense to know he had to stop, and we have to imitate him in that.’

‘Always David, you notice,’ Jack said sadly to Carol and Faye. ‘I bet she was thinking of him even when she dominated me.’

‘You should be glad,’ Carol pointed out. ‘It’s all the more humiliating for you. And being humiliated is an exciting part of the game, right?’

‘You really are experts!’ Jack exclaimed, thrilled at the idea of two such lovely girls, clearly from good families, being so knowledgeable about domination. ‘Tell me, have you two ever seen this famous bathroom of David’s?’

‘Oh sure,’ Faye replied eagerly.

‘It was great!’ Carol exclaimed.

‘I’ve heard so much about that bathroom from Mary,’ said Jack. ‘Now I feel like I’m the only one who’s never even seen it. I’m determined to at least see it.’

‘Carol and I want to see it again.’

‘The three of you will get yourselves into a mess,’ Mary sighed, shaking her head.

‘You’re like a reformed alcoholic.’ Jack laughed. ‘Like when they get all upset because somebody has a glass of wine.’

‘Domination is a whiskey distillery my friends, not a glass of wine.’

‘It’s a bit late for you to come over all moral,’ Carol told Mary. ‘After all we’ve done lately.’

‘It’s never too late for hypocrisy,’ Mary replied, and everyone laughed.

‘So, Jack,’ said Faye, ‘you want to be dominated?’

‘Yes, I can’t help it,’ he admitted, enjoying his own guilt. ‘After what Mary did to me, I’m obsessed. I have to have it.’

‘Find a prostitute who does it,’ Mary suggested. ‘I’m having nothing to do with you.’

‘Why not?’ asked Carol. ‘It’s only domination. It’s not full sex, or marriage, or living together.’

‘Exactly,’ said Jack. ‘It’s nothing. Come on, Mary, you know you’d enjoy it. Help me out.’

‘Oh God,’ Mary groaned. ‘I was chasing after David, and he didn’t want me, and now you’re chasing after me and I don’t want you. It’s like a bloody Dostoyevsky novel.’

‘It’s not as bad as that,’ Carol protested. She and Faye looked at one another and exchanged nods. ‘If all you want is to be dominated, Jack, then Faye and I could try, if you’d be interested.’

‘Really?’ Jack gulped.

‘Absolutely not,’ Mary snapped.

‘It’s not your house, and you’re not our mother,’ Carol said firmly. ‘Faye and I have discussed dominating a man, and how interesting it’d be to try.’

‘We’re experimenting,’ Faye said to Jack, as though that explained everything.

‘It doesn’t seem like such a big deal,’ said Carol, ‘after what we’ve been doing with Mary.’

‘Oh, do help us, Mary. Please, please, please,’ Faye wheedled. ‘We’ll only make a mess of it without you. Come on, you know you’d enjoy it.’

‘You’re right,’ Mary agreed quietly, suddenly losing all her ability to resist. ‘I will.’ A wave of lust swept through her, all warm and tingly, as she imagined all the things the three of them could do with Jack. To Jack.

The expression on her face, the tensing of her muscles, the very odour of her body, all so strongly conveyed her sudden arousal that Jack, Carol and Faye were as aware of it as they would have been of a huge bonfire they stumbled towards after a long, hungry march across a dark and frozen plain.

‘This evening,’ Mary announced. There was no need for her to explain. ‘A few hours to build interest.’

They finished their meal in a state of arousal that was uncomfortable and comic.

‘You’re excused from washing the dishes,’ Mary told Jack, seeing how his trapped erection made movement difficult.

As it was a sunny afternoon, Jack went to work in the garden. He kept going to the toilet to empty his bladder and so temporarily lose his erection. The three women made plans, readied equipment, and then tried to distract themselves with housework. All were so excited that a great deal of work got done in house and garden.

Late in the afternoon, the four of them changed into swimsuits and enjoyed themselves in the pool. The women flaunted their lovely bodies and exchanged occasional kisses and caresses, arousing Jack to a point where he could hardly stand his own lust. He knew that these gorgeous females already had a plan for his domination and chastisement, his utter humiliation. They had the will, the desire, the equipment, and they possessed a youthful beauty that was, for Jack, a source and the very centre of lust, agony and fear. Yet he had to swim and play with these delectable mermaids without touching their long curving bodies, and without the aid and comfort of being held by them as a helpless prisoner in strict restraint.

A light dinner followed, and then Mary told Jack to undress, leave his clothes in the kitchen, and wait in the living room. Soon he was alone and naked in that large room, where terrifying equipment had been laid out, and the large heavy table of dark wood had been raised on end and leaned against the wall. The sight of these preparations filled Jack with crawling, shivery anxiety. It seemed to him that he waited alone for a very long time.

When the three women came into the room at last, Jack took a deep breath and held it. Their beauty and air of determination were startling. Faye wore only a black fishnet catsuit with broad mesh and an open crotch, while Carol’s body was adorned by thigh-length black plastic boots and a matching belt and long gloves. Mary had on only a black leather corset. Jack let out the breath he held and gazed in awe at the women’s beauty. Faye’s huge breasts, Carol’s great height and Mary’s perfect full round arse struck him like physical blows; yet these were only the most obvious features. Everything about these women, from their hair and bright eyes to their feet, was gorgeous. Their female perfection seemed, to Jack, to demand the most extreme devotion, love, worship and sacrifice.

‘First,’ Mary stated, ‘you must insult us.’

‘What?’

‘I’m sure you heard what I said. Insult us. Call us names. Be rude. Be nasty. Hurry up, you’re wasting time.’

‘You’re telling me to insult you?’

‘I told you he was a stupid bastard,’ Mary said to Carol and Faye as she picked up a red leather cat-o’-nine.

‘Insult the three of us,’ Carol told Jack. ‘So we have a reason to punish you. A real motive. A need.’

‘How can I insult three such gorgeous women?’

‘Because we order you to,’ Mary snapped. ‘Come on! If you don’t insult us very quickly, we won’t waste our time on you. You’ll simply have to leave. And your insults must be firmly based on reality. No random, meaningless statements.’

‘You can do it, Jack,’ said Faye. ‘You can say my breasts are too big.’

‘You can say I’m stupid and crazy,’ said Mary, ‘because I ran after David and then got poor Carol and Faye involved with all this domination crap.’

‘And you can say Faye and I are stupid naive middle-class idiots who allow Mary to manipulate us.’

‘But if you don’t start in the next few seconds,’ Mary told Jack, ‘you’re out of here. I swear.’

‘Your tits really are too big,’ Jack insulted Faye in desperation, suddenly convinced that Mary meant what she said. ‘Far too big. Ugly huge lumps of fat.’

‘More, more,’ Mary insisted. ‘Say worse things, much worse. Really and truly insult us. With skill. Shock us to the core.’

‘You run after David like a bitch in heat,’ Jack yelled, half crazy with shame and lust. ‘He doesn’t want you, he treats like you dirt. I want you, so you treat me like dirt, that’s what a pathetic loser you are.’

‘Good!’ Carol applauded. ‘But you can do much better.’

‘Use dirty words as well,’ Faye demanded. ‘Or Carol and I won’t let you stay here even if Mary wanted you to stay.’

‘Mary sows confusion wherever she goes, she’s mentally ill,’ Jack cried out, pained by his burning erection. ‘She’s fucked up my life, her own life and she’ll fuck up your lives too.’

‘This is better,’ Mary said pleasantly. ‘Now, we’re starting to get somewhere.’ She lay down on the rug with a cushion under her head. ‘Let’s all relax. Faye, Carol, you should sit on the sofa. Jack, you can stand here and jerk off. But only if you insult us far more nastily.’

Jack clutched his cock and pumped it as the three women took up position in front of him. Their eyes were bright with excitement, and their faces were lit up by the pure smiles of carnivores.

‘My life is a wreck,’ Jack groaned. ‘Since you dominated me, all I can think of is you engulfing me in bondage and hurting me. I’m obsessed with you. You’ve ruined my life. I used to be normal, now I’m as sick and crazy as you. You want me, Faye and Carol to have the same mental illness as you, you crazy bitch. You’re just dirty and nasty.’ Now that he was masturbating, the words flowed more freely.

‘Good!’ Mary laughed. ‘Now you’re telling the truth at last.’ She caressed herself avidly, squeezing her cunt with both hands as though trying to get out all the juice. ‘Stop!’ she ordered. ‘Take your hands away from your cock.’

Her manner was so commanding, and Jack was so submissive, that he obeyed despite his burning need to come. With a slight smile on her autocratic features, Mary picked up a flexible black rubber cap shaped like a small bell. On its inner surface it had hard rubber studs and a short knobbly stem of softer rubber. She smeared lubricant from a tube on this stem, and then fitted the cap so that it encased the helmet of Jack’s cock, with the stem entering his penis. He gasped in awe at the power of the perverse penetration, and revelled in the fascinated gaze of Carol and Faye who were eagerly stroking and squeezing one another’s bodies. Mary next fitted a leather cock corset to encase Jack’s shaft, fastening its five external straps rather more tightly than Jack would have preferred. Then she fitted a padded leather sheath over Jack’s penis, after which she bound his balls and the root of his genitals with a soft red cotton cord. Lastly, she fitted a nest of black leather straps around his waist and thighs, with straps between his buttocks and on either side of his cock. Jack groaned as the lubricated rubber knob fitted to the strap between his buttocks slid home. Mary fastened all the buckles on the set of connected straps, then attached the rings at the base of the leather sheath around Jack’s cock to the rings on the straps on either side of his genitals.