Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... were open, but the short stubby penis gag filled her mouth. Her manacled wrists stretched to full extension above her shoulders. Her back was arched, belly and breasts grazing the cool tiles. Her pelvis tilted up presenting her glistening pink slit to four men looking into the kitchen from the adjacent dining room. They drank their coffee, read the paper and appreciated her labors. She was nearly finished. The thin bungee cord grew taut. It was connected on one end to the chain linking her wrists. The other end pulled on a chain linking the clover clamps attached to her nipples. A third chain ran from the center of the clover clamp connector to another clamp that gripped her swollen clitoris. Her hands were tied to a large scouring brush and she was scrubbing the Lester's kitchen tile, paying particular attention to making the grout lines shiny white. She was permitted three short strokes to work the grout and any stubborn grime. On each fourth stroke she was required to push the scrubber as far forward as possible.

With each full stretch the clamps were pulled flat against the tile and twisted her nipples up toward her chin. At full extension, the clamps bit hard and stretched her nipples viciously. Her belly muscles grew rigid taking the weight of her torso as her hips unfolded into the stretch. Her shins and feet lifted perpendicular to the floor. At full extension, she held all her weight on the scrub brush and on her knees. Between those two points of contact the ...

... whole weight of her head and shoulders and of her torso, ass and thighs were held in a belly sagging, triceps-aching arch.

Claire groaned from the pain of the cruel tension on her tender bits, from the pressure on her knees and from the increasing agony caused by using her belly's core muscles and her triceps to pull herself back onto her haunches. Pain was, of course, part of the purpose of the exercise. Part of it was Mr. Lester's belief that simple mopping was inadequate for assuring a truly clean floor. But this task had also been prescribed by Mr. Lester to strengthen her core. She was developing a ripped abdomen, which increased her orgasmic capacity: the muscles being strengthened were the same as those that contracted so deliciously during her orgasms. Understanding the rationale for her torture eroticized the entire process and made the drudgery incredibly arousing to Claire. Her pussy was engorged and clear drops of dew lined her open lips.

She worked side by side with Mrs. Lester who was bound the same way and followed the same protocol. As the summer progressed, Claire was being integrated more completely within the Lester's Household rituals. Scrubbing the floors was a weekly task that Mrs. Lester had handled alone for many years. She found that suffering side by side with the House beta slave made the process even more arousing than it had already been for her. Claire helped with the main house on Monday's and Mrs. Lester helped Claire clean the much smaller ...