Andy's Ringer Cock - 2 - Sex Stories

Andy's Ringer Cock - 2

... she wanted then that’s what she’ll have. Andy bought her a thin gold necklet that just reached around her neck. On it was an round emblem with a 3 sided neo-celtic design worn by BDSM slaves always to denote their station. She wears it always, turning the token to the back under her hair when their daughters are around, but openly when out anywhere. She loved it because her Master/husband loved her so much. At soirees with The Group she enjoyed the other men referring to her, not as Jacki, but as “sub” or “Andy’s slave”, but as yet she was still not “officially” declared. Although one might say it belittled her it made her special – owned, cared for and loved. If the men wanted to use her she would ask her Master first, knowing he would approve out of love and respect but ensuring she was safe and unharmed. Both Andy and Jacki trusted and loved all those in their Group and so any harm or abuse was not a question. There was one night at home. The girls were away for the weekend at a teenage girls pajama party. Andy had received a code from Bee to the effect she wanted to get that matter of having his 3-ringed prick into her rear passage. And this could be the night. He didn’t tell Jacki the details, only that there was to be an event. “You can watch.” He told her. Even that made Jacki tingle now. She was astounded at the senses she had developed recently. She also hoped to see what Andy had been doing in the basement. He hadn’t told her. Unbeknownst to her Andy had attached ...

... climbing racks to one wall – they could be for gymnastic exercises. The cupboard was replaced by a large one with 2 doors. Large enough to accommodate a special chair similar to that they already had. The chair was mounted on a Lazy Susan, allowing it to be rotated in any direction. The doors were drilled with hundreds of small holes in a pattern. Anyone outside couldn’t in, it being dark in there, but anyone inside could see out. The holes helped for ventilation and breathing too. On this particular night they had finished dinner, Andy was placing the wine glasses in the dishwasher. He spoke candidly to her. “I hear mice.” He uttered. It was like a welcoming jolt to Jacki. She smiled. “Yes Master. Will I get ready?” “Yes….. wear your chains.” This made Jacki excited. She hoped they were going out and she rushed to the spa to make sure that every part of her was clean. She had defoliated all her crotch with lotions. She paid special attention to soaping her tit-rings and her pussy-rings but she made sure she didn’t penetrate her vagina. The hot water and her douches had done their duties. When he was dried she rushed to their bedroom and took her ornaments from a locked drawer beside the bed. Locked against [maybe] inquisitive daughters this drawer held many interesting objects and lotions they might need on the spur of the moment some night. Her fingers fumbled with the key and then in trying to attach the clasps on the chains. She always had trouble finding her cunt-clips, ...