Fine Dining - Sex Stories

Fine Dining

... each side of his collar, having previously clipped the middle to the winch hook. Now he could neither fall forwards nor dislocate his shoulders, nor would he be able to escape or mitigate the cane either. As she finished, Ross could hear the arrival of Zhenzhen and Xiulan. Soon afterwards the sounds of bottoms being hand spanked, together with female cries of conflated pleasure and pain filled the air. The Producer and his colleague were hard at it. Athena removed the vibrating butt plug from Ross’s arse. He was sorry to feel it go. Shortly afterwards a slim finger invaded his ring. It moved about testing the tension, and was quickly joined by a second. A third finger followed rapidly filling and stretching him. A different hand grabbed his cock and masturbated it harshly, forcing his foreskin violently back over the bell end. He longed to explode and shoot his load off. “Yeeee...ow!” he yelped. A thin cane had landed a sudden, completely unexpected, blow near the top of his penis. He jerked back with shock, yelping involuntarily. The three fingers continued to work his prostate all the while. The ring prevented the otherwise inevitable deflation. “That reached you didn’t it?” crowed First Voice triumphantly in his ear, “Another?” “Yes please Mistress... thank-you mistress,” panted Ross struggling with the powerful onslaught in his rectum. He was close to coming, but knew that the ring would prevent proper ejaculation, instead forcing a very painful retrograde climax. ...

... “Yeeee...ow!” he yelped again. Another blow, even higher this time, landed on his penis. “Good slut!” commended First Voice, “this is fun, but my friend has a great need to beat you properly now, and I may well join in too.” The fingers in his arse were gently removed, and he braced himself for what promised to be a thorough disciplinary caning. Fortunately, Lina, Zhenzhen and Xiulan had prepared him well. Sounds coming from the other side of the room confirmed that the vegetables were going down well. Then there was the familiar sound of a cane swishing through the air. This however was the pre-amble, designed to instil fear. “Thwack...” The first stroke landed. It was very accurately placed in the sweet area just above the top of his thigh where the buttocks bulge out. There was a sharp sting, followed a couple of seconds later by a hot burn slowly subsiding into a delicious warmth. He smiled, this woman, whoever she was, knew exactly how to cane and give erotic pleasure. “Thwack...” a second landed just above the first. It felt good. A few seconds later the third hit him. The girls downstairs had really prepared his bum with care: these strokes just powered him into the next headspace dimension. “You are getting off on this aren’t you slut?” remarked First Voice. “Can’t have that!” continued Second Voice. “Yes Mistress. Thank-you mistresses... please give me some more,” responded Ross, knowing fully what was needed. The next one was only a little harder. The strokes continued ...