Road Trip Ch. 05

"Right, darling," I agreed, feeling my cock already standing straighter.

Lunch was very enjoyable. I ate some of the delicious tuna salad Lex had prepared, Lex ate a smaller portion and Celeste nibbled on a piece of lettuce before licking our juices from my cock, taking it down her throat once again as it swelled to erection. Lex mounted me as I lay back on the recliner, Celeste stimulating her breasts while she rode me to several orgasms before I deposited another dose of sperm into the depths of her clasping cunt. As we parted, I noticed the neighbors on their balcony, she sitting on his lap, both naked, watching us through binoculars.

We rested and recuperated for the remainder of the day, the three of us going for a slow walk along the beach after lunch dressed, or undressed, as we were, stopping every now and then to allow Celeste to catch her breath. Once we arrived home again, she asked if we could loosen her corset a bit, agreeing that it was too tight and was something she'd need to grow into. As Lex loosened it to a lesser degree of constriction, she asked Celeste if she'd like to keep the corset.

"Oh yes please," was her immediate response, "That way we'll be able to slowly tighten it until my body adjusts to fit it. It really is beautiful and definitely my favorite color, so thank you Lex."

"That's Ok, I didn't really like it and it was a little too large for me as it was one of my training corsets. So, you're most welcome to it."

I found a sexy book to read under the sunshade, watching occasionally as the two corset-clad women made out together on a recliner. From my observations, both came several times, a fitting payment for the gift of a corset.

Each weekend we spent at Ted and Lex's place they taught us a bit more about bdsm. Some things we found we liked, some we found we didn't. Celeste's love of being beaten increased, caning still being slightly more favored than whipping, while I decided that I must be a Dom as I enjoyed administering pain but not receiving it. This was a cause of several arguments which Celeste and I had, because she found she was a switch, equally happy to give and receive, while my dislike of receiving meant she couldn't release her tensions by beating me to pulp but instead had to practice on Lex, who, being a definite sub, was a very willing recipient.

The third weekend of our stay, Celeste chose to achieve her goal of 50 cane strokes in one session, asking Ted and I to administer 25 each. I readily agreed while Ted was a little more reluctant.

"You are aware that 50 strokes on an unseasoned ass may cause quite a lot of damage," he counselled.

"Well, how will me ass het seasoned, as you call it, without such challenges? No, it's fine. I enjoy pain so it'll be fine. Please do it for me, it would mean a great deal," she pleaded.

Finally Ted agreed, with the proviso that the punishment would stop after the first serious cut or tear of the skin.

It was scheduled for the Saturday afternoon so after a light lunch we descended to the dungeon and Celeste was bent over a bar, her wrists and ankles attached to the ground. She had asked Ted to do the first 25 strokes so he selected a cane and prepared himself.

"Now you're certain this is what you want," he asked for the last time.

"Absolutely certain. Please cane my ass hard with 25 strokes, Ted."

"And you know you can stop this at any time by using the safe word 'Enough'," he checked.

"Yes, now start, for god's sake."

Ted lined up his target, there came the backswing, the stroke and a grunt from Celeste as a white line quickly turned red on her ass. Ted waited about 30 seconds then swung again, repeating tis pattern until Celeste sported 25 red stripes criss-crossing her ass cheeks.

"That's my 25," said Ted, "Do you still want to go on?"

It surprised me to find that I was waiting expectantly for her answer, knowing that I'd feel disappointment if she decided to call it quits at this stage. I was actually quite shocked to find how much I was looking forward to caning the ass of my loved one. What had happened to me these last few weeks, I wondered. I needn't have worried; Celeste was emphatic that she wanted the full 50 so I stepped up to the mark and rested my cane gently against her red striped ass.

I felt a sense of power pass through me as I swung back and let fly with a hard stroke, landing across previous strokes and causing Celeste to grunt under the impact. She seemed to be bearing up well to the punishment, no tears from her eyes, but she seemed to be strong and enjoying each stroke as it happened. I waited again then applied my second stroke in a similar manner, followed by the remainder until at last and with a great sense of satisfaction I applied the last stroke.

"That's all," I told Celeste, "You've achieved your 50 strokes. Well done."

Ted unfastened her wrists and ankles and she stood up, gently feeling the damage to her ass. Then with a smile she hugged and kissed first Ted then me, then Lex, who had been observing.

"Thank you so much, guys, lovers, that was such fun. So painful, so challenging, but really, really enjoyable, although it will undoubtedly be sore for a few days and I'll probably not be sitting too comfortably for a while."

"Our pleasure," I answered for Ted and I as Lex knelt to give her ass a closer inspection.

"It's quite amazing," she said, "You're a caning novice yet you have no splits or cuts in your skin. Must have a tough hide. Anyway, lie on the bench and I'll apply some healing cream which will help it heal and remove the bruising."

Celeste lay on her stomach on the bench and Lex applied the comfrey and calendula cream, smearing it quite thickly over her whole ass. Celeste was wriggling her hips while she did this and as she finished, Celeste turned her head towards Lex.

"Honey, I feel soooo horny. Please make me cum."

Lex took a large vibrating dildo from a drawer, smeared ointment over it as lube, and inserted it into Celeste's gaping tunnel between her widely spread legs. Celeste cradled her head on her arms and allowed the vibrations to send amazingly arousing sensations through her body. She started gently moving back and forth on the bench as she made small mewling sounds. It took only a few moments before she began trembling and shaking, humping her hips against the bench as Lex moved the vibrator back and forth inside her, then with a scream she tensed as she came hard, releasing all her tension and pain in one mighty orgasm which left her panting and limp a few moments later. Lex wound down the vibrations and removed the dildo from Celeste's sloppy hole, using a towel to clean up between her legs.

"Thank you, darling," said Celeste, turning to give Lex a kiss, "That was a wonderful happy ending."

"My pleasure," grinned Lex.

As Fall approached Celeste and I both developed itchy feet, feeling the pull of the road and new horizons, despite the idyllic situation we'd found with Ted and Lex. So, we set a date for departure. The weekend prior to our departure was possibly the most memorable of our whole stay.

We began late Saturday morning in the dungeon, having spent the previous night all in one bed, swapping partners several times and thoroughly enjoying each other's bodies. After a quick breakfast, Lex and Celeste went to Lex's room to dress for the occasion while Ted and I headed downstairs and began assembling some equipment. It had been decided that, as this was our last weekend, it was to be a competitive weekend with all of us putting our bodies on the line to a greater or lesser extent.

The first piece of equipment that Ted brought out was the wooden pony, as it was called, the triangular beam set between two supports that we would ride. It was agreed that the first person to call "enough" was the loser. Lex had experienced this many times in the past but I also knew that Celeste both tolerated and enjoyed pain more than Lex did, so it could be quite an interesting duel.

Both women would ride the pony together, facing away from each other, the beam being horizontal. The difference in leg lengths was taken into account by using small wooden platforms under their feet so that the distance from the top of each person's platform to the top of the beam was the same as the distance from the floor to the woman's crotch when she was standing normally. Thus, when each was mounted on the beam, the edge of the slightly rounded triangular corner was just touching the slit between their labia. To make it totally fair, both women had their pussy shaved the previous evening, followed by the predictable after-shave activities. Ted set up the beam, ensuring it was level and that each end was secured to the ratchet height adjusters at each end.

A short time later Celeste and Lex arrived, dressed to kill in tight corsets with suspenders holding black fishnet stockings and high heeled shoes. They had rouged their cheeks and nipples and wore glittering masks surrounding their eyes. They would have been perfectly dressed for any high-class bordello.

Nervously they approached and straddled the beam, retaining their shoes as they positioned themselves so that the blunted edge was between their lips. Ted and I removed their shoes, leaving them standing flat-footed, resting their ankles for the coming duel. Ted and I fastened their hands to the ends of the beam, pulling them forwards so their clits were above the bar and allowing them to stabilize themselves but not to take any of their weight on their hands. Once they were settled, Ted and I simultaneously raised the bar at each end, causing the edge to cut into their vulvas, which they counteracted by raising themselves onto tip toes.

Nothing happened for a few minutes while Ted and I sat and watched. Gradually, however, the women's ankles tired and they had greater difficulty holding their pussies off the bar. As we watched, each would slowly drop lower until the pain of the bar pressing against their most sensitive areas became too intense, then that woman would raise herself up with her tired ankle muscles, only to repeat the behavior in a few minutes time. Gradually the time when their pussies were clear of the bar decreased and the level of pussy pain increased.

Their faces showed the strain of what they were undertaking. No longer were they smiling confidently, but rather their faces were drawn with pain from both their ankles and their pussies, but they still looked sexy and enchanting in their tight corsets and stockings. Ted and I decided it was time to increase the pain so we each took a multitailed whip and began striking each woman's ass with it, moving in time so neither would be at a disadvantage.

The natural reflex when struck by a whip is to flinch and move away. This is what the women did, each stroke causing them to drop down and forward, pressing their clits and vulvas against the bar. After a few minutes of this it was time for the final increase in pain. Simultaneously we raised the beam another two notches, making it impossible for either woman to touch the floor with their feet. Celeste began moaning as she tried to find a position that was a little less painful, while Lex wriggled silently to the same end. We could see it was becoming very painful but these were two strong, competitive women and neither was going to give in easily. The more they struggled it seemed, the more pain they created until at last Celeste had reached her limit.

"Enough," Celeste called loudly, "Oooohhhh, enough. Get me off this thing."

Ted and I immediately lowered the beam to below pussy level, untied their hands, and the two panting women, covered in sweat from their exertions, stepped off gratefully and slumped into chairs.

"That was sooo painful," said Celeste, gently rubbing her pussy and inspecting it for any damage.

"Well, you're lucky it's now and not a few centuries ago, when you'd have been left there all day, on a sharpened edge, with weights hanging off your feet," commented Ted. "Sometimes women were almost cut in half. However, I guess that's just as well otherwise we'd be lonely in bed tonight."

"Nothing for either of you tonight," said Celeste, "Not the way my pussy's feeling anyway."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be over that by tonight," I replied, "You'll be so horny from watching us get our balls crushed you won't be able to stop yourselves."

"Yeah, I guess that's next," said Lex, rousing herself, "Come and give me a hand, Celeste."

Together they turned the beam over so the flat side was uppermost, then they tied our balls around the base and pulled them between our legs, leading the thin rope between our ass cheeks, where it was tied, and then the ends taken around our waists, pulled tight and tied off. Our balls were now firmly fastened between our legs and Lex told us to straddle the beam, which they raised until it was level and just touching Ted's balls while mine were about half an inch clear. They slipped packers under Ted's feet until he had the same clearance as I did, then together they raised the beam, causing us to stand on tiptoes or crush our balls.

Initially everything was fine and, like Ted, I enjoyed watching two sexy women sitting in chairs watching us. Then my ankles began to hurt and I found that subconsciously I was dropping onto the beam, the timber just touching my sac. I tried to stay like that but had to make an extra effort to raise myself up again, then found the same thing happened once more as the ache in my ankles increased until it was almost unbearable. For the first time I actually faced my predicament, a predicament similar to that which Celeste had faced a short time before - ankles or balls. Again, I chose ankles and the joints screamed out with pain as they made the effort I demanded of them.

The women were both grinning, Lex pointing towards Ted's balls where, perhaps, he was feeling the effects in his ankles more than me and his balls were slightly compressed. If only I could rest for a few seconds even. It sure couldn't be too bad, could it? Balls were tough, weren't they? I relaxed my ankles slightly, feeling the pressure come onto my balls, the pain from them increasing while the pain from my ankles had not noticeably decreased. Not a fair trade; I needed to go all or nothing, no point having both areas in pain.

I relaxed my ankles and immediately screamed in agony as my balls took all my weight, being squeezed cruelly between my pelvis and the hard wood of the beam. I quickly pushed down again, taking my weight on my feet, finding that I was panting and covered in sweat, which explained the condition of the women earlier. My ankles began aching again, or maybe, still more. Behind me I felt Ted tense, then move quickly; he must have tried the same as I had, with the same result, except for the scream.

I hated pain, loathed it, was quite happy to give it but certainly didn't want to receive it. Why was I doing this? Why was I putting myself through this just to show what a man I was? I didn't need it, and yet ...

I lowered myself a little, seeking respite for my ankles, feeling my balls contact the beam, begin the squeeze, radiate the pain, I couldn't do it.

"Enough," I called "Oh hell, enough, get me off here."

The women lowered the beam, taking several long seconds to do so, and I stood, panting, covered in sweat, as Celeste came to me, kissed me, hugged me.

"I love you, darling, thank you for saving your balls for me."

That was a new perspective, I thought, I really had been saving them for me. However, I'm always willing to take credit for thoughtfulness.

"Well, I couldn't have you missing out on sex or kids now, could I."

We went upstairs for a cool drink and a rest on the balcony, where we were ogled by our neighbors once again. They seemed to only like watching, didn't want any involvement and had declined an invitation a few days ago to visit. Oh well, takes all types, I figured. All too soon we'd had our time and headed back downstairs to phase two for the morning.

A few days ago, Ted and Lex had demonstrated the use of sterile hypodermic needles as instruments of torture. Celeste had received several needles in her nipples and breasts as well as through her labia, while I had tolerated, barely, needles into my scrotum and cock. At that time, they were used as an example so we could become used to the feel and use of them. Today they were for real, the aim being to accept as many needles as possible, while for the person installing the needles, the aim was to cause as much pain as possible in an attempt to cause the recipient to call "Enough". We were going to work in pairs, I was paired with Lex. The winner in each pair was the one who did not call "Enough".

It was women to start so Lex first of all inserted a needle through my scrotum, penetrating it just below where it joined the front of my cock. It stung like hell, but wasn't too drastic. I decided to start like I meant to continue; no point in pussyfooting around and suffering needlessly. I positioned her lying on her back, legs wide spread, isolated her clit from her labia and pushed a needle through her clit.

Lex screamed, loudly, took another breath, then screamed again, before she stopped, sobbing with pain. Had I done too much, I wondered. What would her revenge be? She wasn't allowed to impale a testicle, they moved too much and it could cause permanent damage, so what would she do?

I found out soon enough; she took a needle and plunged it through the head of my cock and out the other side. I also screamed, almost in time with Celeste's scream as Ted caused her severe pain. Then it was my turn again, a needle sideways through Lex's clit, lower down as I used the first needle to draw her clit upwards while inserting the second. Again she screamed long and loud. The she took her revenge, inserting more needles through my cock head, ball sac, cock, nipples while I attacked her clit again, followed by her labia, nipples and breasts. Eventually, as she pushed the tenth needle through my cock head, I called "Enough". I decided I really wasn't cut out for this.

Ted and Celeste had stopped a short time earlier, Ted calling when Celeste successfully trapped his balls against the root of his cock with a cleverly placed long needle right through his sac. I was pleased Lex hadn't used that on me. Celeste and I checked each other's body then carefully began removing needles, that process being almost as painful as inserting them. At last we were all clear and headed upstairs for lunch.

After lunch we relaxed for the afternoon, Celeste and Lex stripping off so we could all swim in the pool together, then we sat on the balcony, chatting in the sun, planning things we could do after we departed. Celeste and I made love on the balcony while watching Lex and Ted make love, a beautiful sharing time which will long be a treasured memory, culminating in Lex and Celeste sucking our cum from each other's cunts in a 69, taking far longer that strictly necessary and each cumming several times during the process.

Dinner that evening was a celebratory meal, our last Saturday night together. To celebrate, Lex and Celeste prepared the meal then blindfolded Ted and me and fed us our meals as they sat on our laps, each cock being firmly implanted in a slippery vagina. Needless to say, our hands were far from idle and both women came from our manipulations of sensitive areas. We went to bed early, all together in Ted and Lex's bed where we shared our love for each other, watching as Lex and Celeste brought each other to orgasm many times in their own competition to see how many times each could make the other cum.

Lex started, fitting a bondage bra on Celeste's breasts then working on them alone until Celeste came hard. Then they swapped roles, and Celeste slowly expanded Lex's vagina until she was able to push her closed fist in and out, pushing Lex to an orgasm. Lex then did the same for Celeste, then Celeste bit and licked Lex's clit until she orgasmed. After that it became a little less clear, both women pleasuring the other while we also got in on the act, fucking one sloppy hole after another until all cunts were full and all cocks empty. Then we slept.