Fine Dining - Sex Stories

Fine Dining

... carefully until fifty burning hot swats had been given. By now his bum was incandescent, but he hardly felt each slap. Combined with the slowly increasing vibrations from the butt plug and the cock ring during his chastisement, he had reached a good place, relaxing into headspace. “Keep the position,” he heard Lina say, and then felt the kiss of a multi tailed flogger caressing his shoulder blades. The implement moved about his back for a few minutes gently flicking at him before much heavier strokes rained down in quick succession across his shoulders. After a minute or so, the tails began to dance across his flaming buttocks picking out contrasting rhythmic patterns which repeated themselves. Ross knew this was Lina... she had a rare ability for erotic titillation with a large soft flogger. The vibrations increased, and he became very aroused indeed. “Is the meat fully cooked?” he heard Athena calling from above. “Surely is, nicely done, all hot, turgid and horny!” Lina replied. “Okay then, let’s have it... send the vegetables up on foot will you.” Ross felt the hook move and his full weight transfer as his feet left the floor. Hooded, he registered nothing more until the winch stopped, and then he heard the trap door closing below him before being lowered onto it. Athena, he assumed, unhooked him, but instead of fully releasing him, she pulled his wrists behind his back securing the cuffs together denying freedom. “Good evening slut, let me lead you,” he recognised her ...

... voice whispering in his ear as she took him to one side, probably to where the other suspension winch was. Having been led around the playroom wearing a hood many times before, he remained unfazed. After a few steps they stopped. “What do you think?” he heard Athena say to someone else. “Nicely done arse, very pink,” a female voice commented from his right side. A hand squeezed his balls and worked his stiff cock. “Average size, pretty hard though... it’ll do,” commented a second voice. Nails scraped his bum. “Oh yes... firm buttocks for the cane, your ‘ cuisinier des enfers ’ has done a great job in cooking this one up,” remarked First Voice enthusiastically. His cheeks were pulled apart. A finger worked round his rim. “Feels good... mind you, that plug should have loosened him up,” said First Voice. Someone slapped his bum hard with a flat hand. He pushed it backwards anticipating more, which promptly arrived. “Eager isn’t he? Let’s put him in position then,” said the Second Voice, “Ready slut?” “Yes Mistress,” replied Ross. “Do as I tell you,” he heard Athena murmur in his ear. “Strapado is what they want.” She bent him over, and spread his legs wide apart. Ross felt a spreader bar being coupled to the ankle cuffs, and then his coupled wrists being lifted and a hook attached. Next his elbows were secured together, and the winch operated to compel him into a bent over position with his head forced well below the height of his bum. Athena attached a chain to the ‘D’ rings on ...