Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... cottage floors on Thursdays. Finally, they reached the last corner of the room.

"All done girls?" One of the men entered, languidly rubbing his thick stiff dick. Both women looked at the solid meat with hungry expressions. He reached down for the wash bucket, lifted it and emptied it into the sink. Then he set the tap to fill it again with warm water. When it was half-full he placed it in front of the women. He resumed the lazy stroking of his only slightly deflated cock.

"Here, rinse your scrubbers." The two women crawled to the bucket and dipped their brushes into the clean water. "That's right, nice and clean. Now ladies, it looked to us out there that you were enjoying yourselves, yes?"

Both women nodded their leather clad heads. He reached down and removed their penis gags.

"What did you mean to say?"

"Yes Sir."

"Yes Sir, what? We're a couple of filthy sluts and we enjoyed making your cock hard and uncomfortable while we had us a little slip and slide going on in the kitchen? Something like that?"

"Yes Sir. We're sorry Sir."

"Oh yes, I don't know how sorry you really are. You don't seem very contrite. No you don't really at all. But I guess that's OK as long as you're both wet and horny. So, let's see. Lay on your backs, hands over your heads. Side by side if you please. Let's have us a little inspection."

Kay and Claire did as instructed. They scooted close to each other a bit awkwardly on their knees, since their hands were still bound to ...

... the brushes, then set their butts on the cool tile and then began to ease their backs onto the floor. As they straightened their legs, their hips dropped and the chain linking the clit clamp to the nipple clamps grew tight. Hissing and groaning the two women finally were able to lay their bodies flat on the cold tile. Their clit clamps were straining at the tender buds which anchored them. The tension was especially obvious looking at the delicate silver tips of the clover clamp digging deep into Claire's enormous clit.

Gathering their resolve, the two slaves next began to gingerly stretch their arms above their heads. The chains soon reached full extension but well before their arms were completely extended. The clamps were soon stretching their nipples viciously, adding additional tension to the clit clamps.

"All the way sluts, elbows locked."

Claire thought she was going to die. Somehow, it felt much harder to absorb the pain when she was being forced to apply it to herself. She marveled at the way Kay simply reached extension in one smooth move, her breath exhaling. At the top of the stretch, she grunted once and lay still panting slightly.

It took Claire longer to reach her final extension. The clamps bit savagely, pinching, shifting slightly but not releasing. Sweat broke out all across her body creating a sheen on the smooth planes of her thighs and belly; on her chest and the underside of her distended breasts. She screamed into her gag and panted, willing ...