3 A Dairy conversion Part 2 - Sex Stories

3 A Dairy conversion Part 2

... surprise! That left piercing and marking, which we all decided was something to each think about and raise suggestions next time we talked by phone or e mail. We all had voted for wax, golden showers, breast punishment in one form or another and for Ann to be taken anally while giving a blow job. There were no candles in the homestead, so wax would have to wait. So by a short head it was to be breast punishment, golden showers having to wait till tomorrow when we could do it outdoors. Knowing Sam and I liked her to ask for her fun we told her to be specific about how and exactly what she would like done to her breasts, we then left her to write down her precise menu, while both Sam and I went off he to the toilet and me to fetch some coffee and sandwiches while she thought and wrote. She rose as we returned, and went off to relieve her-self and I told her to fetch anything back she thought was needed to fulfil her latest dream or dread. She hardly closed the door when our eager hands sought the single sheet she had left us, in her usual copper plate hand-wrighting the menu started with the reminder she needed to go to work on Monday and we were not to mark her above the cleavage line if we could help it. She was to be secured at the chair, so she could not escape any blows we cared to give and she was to be fitted with a vibrator which when we had finished with her was to be left on for a further unspecified period. We were to use pegs as nipple clamps but to remove them ...

... using a light bamboo cane wielded by each in turn, she expected her nipples to be stinging painfully before we had finished but we were not on this occasion to draw bl**d or stop until we were happy. She returned, and we finished the coffee and sandwiches not mentioning her ordeal to come. On the table she placed, a pair of slim whippy bamboo cane`s, some pegs her leather wristlets and some cords, her egg vibrator and finally a pair of strong support knickers that she normally wore only with her slimmest black dress. She had marked with lipstick her cleavage line which we knew not to go above. Our feast over she rose and stood beside her favourite chair by the table, stepping daintily into the support knickers and allowing Sam to position her egg, he with her help made her comfortable in the knickers securing the egg firmly in place. She then presented him her wrists, which soon had the wristlets in place before quietly taking her seat at the table pulling the chair to the very edge of the oval table end. We soon had her hands secured to each arm of the carver chair and a cord round each ankle securing her to the legs of the chair. Her lovely breasts lay supported by the surface of the table she had ensured she could not back away. Sam stood to her right and I to her left, we each placed a peg on a nipple the I started the egg, that gentle pulsing egg, we waited a moment or two then each struck a breast just below were we saw the cleavage line marked, there followed a rain of ...