The Adventures of Karen - Part 35 - Humiliation
'Is he ready?' Greta murmured quietly as Ken listened at the other end.
'Have you prepared him properly?'
Ken gave Greta the information she wanted and waited for further
instructions.
'I believe everybody is ready to see something rather unusual now!' Greta
held her hand over the mouthpiece and addressed the group at large. Seeing
the nods of approval she spoke again to Ken. 'Five minutes and you may
enter.'
Putting the phone down Greta looked at the still sweating, panting Karen,
even now in the throes of her last tremendous orgasm.
Looking at Marie she suggested she make sure that Alix' bare feet, her bare
toes, were liberally coated with Karen's slick juices, before asking Karl to
move the metal chair away, keeping Karen in her recumbent position. 'Move
it back four or five feet, my dear, I want plenty of room between the two
sluts.'
Karl nodded and, none to gently, pulled the device back across the floor,
giving Karen some involuntary jerks on her clamped nipples. 'My dear,
should I undo those clips now?'
'Certainly not, slave Karen loves to play with her nipples so why should we
discourage her now while she is still so excited.'
Satisfied with the arrangements Greta stood up and looked expectantly at the
door leading from the slave quarters.
A gentle tap.
'Come in, present him to us.'
Alix sat still in her chair, not daring to look over her shoulder, but Karen
had a clear view of the doorway.
Ken walked in leading a naked figure behind him by a thin thong clipped to a
wide leather collar.
After he brought the naked male before Greta he stood to one side awaiting
further instructions. Karen watched every move wide eyed as she recognised
the newcomer. Despite wearing a leather half mask over his eyes and nose
she still recognised her lover, her former lover, she corrected herself.
Andy was standing in front of the group unaware of who or how many were
present, naked apart from some minor items. Apart from the leather mask,
which was clearly pulled tightly and locked around his head, his wrists were
cuffed and locked to a long metal chain, which in turn was locked to a loop
in the center of his collar. Looking carefully Karen could see that the
length of the chain was subtly adjusted so that, whilst he could raise his
hands quite freely, he could not lower them below his waist. Whatever
posture he adopted he would not be able to reach his genitals.
As Karen was slowly taking in the predicament that Andy had found for
himself, the others in the room were more interested in his final adornment.
Greta smiled happily at the chorus of approval, taking particular pride as
Agnes praised her novel form of restraint.
'That really is a first class idea. Most impressive!' Agnes looked at Ron
and smiled broadly. 'We'll have to try that at home you know, and see if
you like how it feels!'
Ron looked worried. 'B-but, my dear, surely such things are only for slaves
to wear.'
'Nonsense, you know we never do anything to others without trying it out
ourselves. Anyway, I'm quite sure you'll like it, before we fit one to
slave Peter.'
Half listening to the conversation, Karen focused her gaze on Andy's lower
regions.
His cock was partly erect, standing proud of his body although hanging a
little below the horizontal. Certainly more aroused than it would normally
have been. And, she thought, it looked suspiciously reddened, as if it had
been used or punished in some way. Then she realised that, whatever else
Andy had been doing in the very recent past, he had certainly either been,
or had himself, masturbated. The sighs of arousal, the signs of friction
were easily recognisable to her experienced eye.
What she did not know, what the others in the room did not know, was that
for the past hour or so, Ken had been working on Andy's cock. Using either
a full fist, or just thumb and forefinger, he had been teasing Andy into
full erection. Masturbated him almost to orgasm before stopping and waiting
for the erection, the tension, to die down. Then he had started again. Andy
had endured almost a dozen near ejaculations but, each time, Ken had stopped
just as he was on the brink, on the very edge. The redness was easily
explained by the fact that just a few short minutes before Andy had been led
into the room, Ken had held the base of Andy's penis tightly between finger
and thumb of his left hand, and had then concentrated on squeezing and
rubbing the swollen glans with the finger and thumb of his right hand, using
only the gentle flow pre-cum as a lubricant against the friction on Andy's
most sensitive flesh. Andy had been literally at the point of exploding, of
spurting his cum wildly just as Greta had called Ken and bade him enter. On
the way in to the dungeon Ken had prolonged Andy's torment by casual
flicking his semi-erect cock as it swayed in front of him, even as they
waited at the door for permission to enter.
But, more even than the tumescent cock pointing lewdly forward, Karen was
taken by the appearance of a shining steel ring, apparently clamped around
his scrotum, between the root of his penis and his testicles. A steel ring
that was obviously quite heavy, judging by the way it was stretching his sac
downwards and pressing down on his inflated balls. A ring that was around
three inches in diameter and at least one inch deep. Looking at it Karen
estimated that the ring must weigh at least a pound, or perhaps a little
more, even allowing for the open centre. It seemed to be comprised of two
semicircular rings placed around Andy's sac and then fixed to each other
with two carefully recessed bolts.
Clearly he was not going to be able to remove the device in a hurry, if at
all, without access to the appropriate tool.
Greta motioned Ken to present Andy to each member of the group in turn so
that they could admire this novel restraint. When they finally stood in
front of Lucy, she, unabashed, reached forward and hefted the ring in her
hand.
'Hmmmmm, quite heavy! I like it!' She smiled at her husband as she
released the weight. 'What do you think of that?'
As the weight dropped even the short distance, the sudden pressure, the
sudden impact on his swollen testicles, made Andy gasp with pain. As he did
so Jeff tried the weight for himself.
'Yesssss, not bad, perhaps a little too light for true punishment.'
Greta smirked. 'Of course it is but I do have another one ready for him
later, twice as heavy. Perhaps you would like the chance to fix it for me
later.'
'No, he won't, but I certainly would love to do that.' Lucy reached forward
and again hefted and released the weight, making Andy gasp more loudly.
'Enough, enough!' Greta stood up. 'Time for some fun later but now slave
Andy has a job to do. Slave Ken put him in his place please.'
Ken pulled the naked Andy forward until he was stood between Alix'
widespread naked legs. Pressing on his should he urged him on to his knees.
Greta nodded and looked at Marie. 'Would you like to continue for us now my
dear?'
'Thank you so much.' Marie stood and walked over to the naked Alix, head
still downcast in humility and obedience. 'Now, lift your foot towards him
so that he can hold it.'
Alix raised one foot towards Andy's chained wrists, brushing lightly against
the back of his hand. Sensing the presence despite his blindfold, and
listening to Marie's instructions Andy fumbled around until his hand held
the smooth round bare heel.
'Lick it clean, lick them both clean. Now!' Marie spoke sharply.
Andy raised his hand and lifted the naked foot to his mouth. He tentatively
probed with his tongue and touched the top of the foot. Slowly be moved his
probing tongue towards the toes, seeking out the sensitive, and to him,
highly erotic, cleavage between the toes.
As he began his oral caresses the onlookers could not fail to notice that
his cock, still semi erect, began to stiffen and swell towards a more
upright position.
Eagerly licking and sucking the naked toes Andy could detect not only the
sweet scented flesh but an additional musky taste. A taste which, at first
instant, he could not quite place. A taste which he then recognised as the
musky essence of an aroused and lubricated cunt. His mind whirled as he
considered how the naked toes he was paying homage to could have been coated
in the slippery juices.
As the realisation dawned on him, the possibility that the same toes that he
was now sucking so avidly had recently been exploring an aroused and fully
lubricated cunt, the arousal he was feeling from his oral pleasures
intensified.
The onlookers, Alix and Karen included could see his erect cock jerk and
throb as the erection swelled visibly. The exposed glans expanded until the
reddened skin took on the glazed appearance possible only when the sensitive
skin was fully stretched.
Karen looked approvingly and longingly at the swollen throbbing phallus that
had been so familiar to her only a few short days ago. Despite her recent
and prolonged orgasms at the feet of Alix she felt yet more arousal as she
watched the blindfolded Andy continue to lave both smooth bare feet,
savoring the sweet flesh and the musky fluids so recently excreted.
The whole group in the dungeon watched enthralled as Andy continued his
ministrations to each bare foot in turn, watched as he caressed each smooth
bare heel and soft sole before he slipped his tongue between each toe.
Watched as his erection seemed to increase in intensity.
As he continued to lick and suck the bare feet, from heel to toe, from toe
to toe, from toe to heel, Karen felt herself desperate for some relief of
her own arousal. She began to flex her toes and pull the clips still
attached to each of her swollen nipples.
Greta was keeping an eye on Karen in particular, suspecting that she would
find the spectacle, the humiliation , of her former lover, exciting and
arousing.
'Enough! I think slave Andy has done his duty for now. Marie, dear friend,
do you think that he has cleaned Alix' feet properly?' Greta beamed
encouragement at Alix as she spoke.
Alix responded by flexing her toes and brushing one bare sole across the end
of Andy's smoothly swollen glans. As she did so Andy stopped sucking and
gasped in pleasure.
'Stop! Enough Alix, he has more duties to perform now.' Marie called
across pleased at the performance and at the way her nubile slave had
behaved.
Reluctantly Alix moved her legs, her bare feet, away from Andy's questing
tongue.
Greta gestured to Ken. 'Move him over there, so that he can continue.' As
she spoke she indicated a spot between Karen's widespread and restrained
legs, a spot near enough for the blindfolded Andy to reach the still swollen
labia and clitoris with his tongue. As he did so Greta looked Karen in the
eye and motioned her to remain silent.
Ken pulled Andy to his feet and led him unseeingly towards Karen, his
erection swaying as it pointed stiffly upwards. Positioning him in the best
position he again guided him to his knees and pushed his head forward until
the unmistakable smell of an aroused woman assailed his nostrils.
Despite the restraint on her head Karen could look downwards and see the
leather mask obscuring Andy's view, could see his probing tongue flicking
between his open lips. Despite the tightness of her bonds she attempted to
wriggle downwards, to move her swollen labia on to his probing tongue.
'Go on, lick it, now!' Greta was becoming impatient, anxious to see Karen
enjoy, or endure, yet another orgasm.
Andy moved forward a fraction and felt his tongue brush against smooth
engorged lubricated flesh. Against a swollen and wet cunt. Eagerly he
began to quest and lick each labia, each smoothly swollen petal, before his
tongue moved upwards to the bulging clitoris.
Feeling the tender caresses on her most sensitive flesh Karen began
breathing more heavily, began flexing her toes to pull the clamps harder on
to her nipples.
She began to gasp inarticulately as her orgasm built.
Sensing the imminent peak of the woman, invisible and unknown to him, he
began to lick harder, to tease the swollen bud gently with his teeth before
sucking urgently on it. As he did so he desperately tried to reach his
hands towards his throbbing cock, desperate to procure some relief for the
massive erection that he had achieved.
Conscious of the beads of pre-cum on his glans he intensified his efforts on
the bulging clitoris, making the naked female before him gasp and groan
louder and louder. Despite the pounding in his ears he began to suspect he
knew who was reacting to his tongue. Suspected the groans. Suspected the
almost familiar taste. Suspected that, despite himself, he would soon
ejaculate. Ejaculate! Ejaculate even without any direct stimulus.
Again, and with impeccable timing, Greta sensed his building climax. While
she had no desire to control either the climax or the number of climaxes
that Karen could achieve, she was determined to extract the maximum
humiliation from the naked and rampant Andy.
'Stop!' Greta almost shouted.
Andy appeared not to hear her and continued his tonguing.
'Stop! Perhaps you would rather fuck her now!'
Despite the pounding, despite his impending lack of control, Andy sensed
that he had the chance to relieve the pressure in his sac, the weight on his
scrotum, the tension in his balls. He nodded and struggled to stand up.
'Help him, slave Ken!' Greta smiled triumphantly across the room as the
others watched in silent fascination.
Ken helped Andy to his feet and moved him forward until his erection was
almost touching the engorged wet flesh before him.
'Guide his pitiful cock in to that cunt, if you please!' Greta took delight
in continuing to humiliate Andy. 'Mind you, looking at it, it might just
get lost inside a real woman. Perhaps we should let him use his fist
instead!'
'Certainly Mistress. Perhaps you would prefer that I worked on it again!'
Ken smiled as he encircled the swollen phallus before him with two fingers
and bent it downwards so that the glans just enter between the swollen
labia. He held the head of Andy's cock in position and looked across at
Greta.
'No, I'm sure he'll be begging you to work on it soon!' Greta smirked.
'Let him have a little pleasure, a touch of female flesh, first!'
Andy tensed himself for the chance to thrust, to probe the depths of the hot
wetness that was so near to him, eager to relieve the incredible tension
that had been building for long, long minutes in his throbbing loins.
Greta nodded at Ken. 'Now!'
At her command Ken followed her earlier instructions and, holding the dark
reddened glans against Karen's wet labia slowly began to masturbate Andy,
delicately using only thumb and forefinger.
Andy tried to thrust forward, to bury his cock deep within the open cunt,
but Ken countered his move and gave several more strokes up and down the
rigid shaft, sensing the nearness of Andy's orgasm.
As he continued to stroke the swollen cock, as Andy desperately tried to
enter the cunt, he felt the beginnings of an ejaculation. Judging his
stokes to perfection, as he pulled down on Andy's cock he pulled him
slightly away from Karen's pulsing cunt. As he did so Andy erupted and
jetted thick streams of cream, tendrils of sticky cum, right in to the open
mouth of Karen's cunt.
As she felt the hot fluid strike her sensitive labia, her swollen clitoris,
she moaned in disappointment. Even so, desperate as she was for
penetration, the mere feeling of the hot jetting cum on her clitoris
triggered off yet another orgasm. She shuddered in pleasure, writhing in
the heights of ecstasy but somehow, even then, slightly ashamed that she
could reach such a fulfilling orgasm, such a satisfying cum, without any
real contact between a swollen rigid cock and her soft velvety tunnel.
Greta looked around at her silent friends. They were still entranced at the
sight of Andy's copious ejaculation, and despite themselves, impressed with
Greta's timing, her judgement in calling in Ken at precisely the right
moment. 'Well now, did you all enjoy that?'
A chorus of approval, voices in most cases thickened with emotion, rang in
her ears.
'Thank you, thank you!' Greta stood up and walked over to the naked group.
Ken was still gently teasing Andy's slowly subsiding cock, savoring the
uncontrolled jerks as further short spurts continued.
'Time to let you see what you have done, I think!' As she spoke Greta
unfastened the catches and roughly removed the leather half mask from Andy's
head.
As his eyes became accustomed to the light he could see exactly where he
was, exactly what as going on around him. Making no move to pull his cock
from Ken's grasp he stared at the naked body strapped tightly to the frame
before him. Stared at the thin leather thongs tied between nipple clamps
and toes. Stared at the dark brown swollen nipples under the clamps.
Stared at the red swollen cum coated labia. Stared at the bound and
helpless female.
Karen!
Andy, even though he begun to suspect that it was she who he was tormenting
was nevertheless still surprised as he looked directly into the eyes.
'Ohmigod! Karen, Karen, what have we done?'
'Shut up, you foolish man! You have done exactly what we wanted, exactly
what I wanted. No more and no less. I hope you enjoyed yourself.' Greta
spoke sternly with no obvious emotion. 'Well?'
'Yes Mistress Greta, than you Mistress Greta!' Andy realised his true place
in this group. 'Did I please you Mistress?'
'Hmmmmmmm. Yes, I think so. Are we all agreed?' Greta looked at her
friends.
Nodes of approval were interrupted as Agnes called out. 'Well, you know, he
did quite well, and we did enjoy his pitiful efforts to enter his girl
friends cunt, but, and I'm sure you'll all agree, the only prize a slave
needs is our personal attention.'
Greta sensed where she was leading and nodded.
'Yes, he did quite well, but the next time he will do even better, if we
encourage him!' Agnes smiled happily. 'I suggest that later we strap him
to the saltire, or wherever else takes our fancy, and give him some
encouragement. A gentle strapping perhaps. The cane perhaps. Or both!'
This time the group sitting across the room murmured a very positive
approval.
Greta stood up. 'Excellent, we are agreed, as we always are. I suggest we
have a break for an hour or so and let the wretch ponder his fate. Ken,
take him to the corner and chain him to the wall, perhaps his clamp will
hang a little lower, a little heavier, now that his balls have been
emptied.'
'Yes Mistress.' Ken smiled happily as he thought of the torment that must
even now be going through Andy's head.
'Oh, I almost forgot, once you have done that you may release slave Karen
and returned her to her cell. Tell slave Lisa that I want her properly
cleaned and pampered. I suggest that a long cold shower would be a good
thing too!'
Ken looked at his Mistress. 'That will be our pleasure. It will be as you
wish.' With that he began to position the hapless Andy against the far wall
of the dungeon.
'Now everybody', Greta addressed the group, ' I suggest we take some
refreshment while slave Ken deals with our guests. Marie, may I suggest
that you allow Ken to take Alix with him to the cells so that she can be
refreshed properly.'
'Please! And give her a really cold shower, make her beg for it to stop.'
Ken looked across and nodded. As he continued his tasks he reflected that
even as a slave, he had some very special privileges. More special than
anyone except his Mistress realised. Perhaps one day he would have a chance
to prove his devotion to her by giving her husband some training. Under her
supervision. As her slave. But as her devoted and faithful slave.
'Ken, when you have finished, will you prepare the room for our final
demonstration today. You know what to do!'
'Yes Mistress!'
End of Part 35
(c) 2002 Cathy P
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