I was laying in bed with two tightly bound fairly gorgeous women, close inspection of the one wearing latex knickers would reveal a bit of a telltale lump but more of that later. I was thinking it doesn't get much better than this.
My Thoughts about getting Vanda's bum branded with my initials were giving me thoughts that were causing me to consider my current immediate conundrum. So many holes and only one cock!
Tiny had to be first on my list of priorities she came so quickly. I liked to stretch it out though. She needed attention far more than she needed to cum.
I'd decided in my own mind that Tiny was a she, there may be a cock of sorts in his pants but it hindered his sex play, it didn't enhance it one bit.
Nature had fucked up big-time by giving her a cock and balls, she should have had a fanny and tits. Perhaps in the long term a sex change operation was the ultimate solution. She was, however, becoming more and more wanting of my attention and was loving the fact that in bed at least she had been promoted by me to the position of! "Assistant Tormentor of Piggy", in sex play only.
While Vanda slept on, if she had been awake I'd have called her a lazy cow. She wasn't, she ran this house and our lives on rails. I sorted Tiny out while Vanda slept. As I said he was easy covered one of his tits with my hand. I knew he liked to see my big hands cup his boob.
This would have resulted in a right mess last week but I had solved tiny's multiple squirting problems by ordering him to wear tight latex knickers. All his none play underwear was now latex. A lot of his playwear as well. I was still trying to stretch his arse so I could fuck him without the poor little fucker passing out I was sadly beginning to wonder if it was just too much for him.
The latex knickers have had a wonderful effect on Vanda. Well, vanda says that, it's bollocks though. It's not that at all. It's down to the fact that Vanda is an out-and-out submissive. She needs a rod of iron in a velvet-gloved fist to function at her best. I suppose Tiny's Aunt saw Vanda's caring nature for her soon-to-be-alone nephew but didn't think the rest through.
For ten years or more, she had been babysitting Tiny. In a relationship of just the two of them, there was nothing at all in it for Vanda after the mummy/baby thing had run out. Tiny still just wanted to suckle on her boobs. Vanda wanted Basil Rathbone to ride up on the black stallion and screw her not-so-little arse off.
Vanda needed cock, not necessarily that often either, but she does need to be rogered a couple of times a month just to remind her that she is fecking beautiful.
She was asleep and she was making me happy. When I came to fix the boiler two weeks ago and ended up staying she was stretched to breaking point. It was hard to get to sleep because she was so jumpy. Now it was sleeping with my soul mate. I was watching her sleep, she was so peaceful but all I wanted to do was give her a shake roll her over and bash her back door in.
First I had to get the other sleeping beauty up and out of the way. Having Tiny around is fun. Especially now Vanda doesn't want to stab him anymore. The great thing about Tiny was when I had emptied my loins down her throat I didn't have to tell her I loved her for an hour after.
A well-lubed finger up tiny's bum and a five-minute prostate massage and she was running to change her very soiled panties. Then I went for a piss and came back to bed to wake my new woman in the way she was possibly getting too used to. To be honest, Vanda is nearly as easy as Tiny.
We had a quick snog I gave her fun bags a squeeze and she whispers in my ear those words every red-blooded man wants to hear. Stick it up my wrong un Master. You didn't half make my tupence store last night. Did I introduce you to Vanda, my Hungarian slut!
Vanda slipped in and out of the "Piggy" alter-ego easily. In bed, all three of us now referred to Vanda as piggy and usually, with Tiny's help I did my very best to make her squeal once a day. She was getting all her buttons pressed as often as she needed, perhaps not quite as often as she would have liked but you must always keep your slut needy, "it's the law" I tell her.
This morning I did it all on my own. There is a nice comfy reclining chair in our room. I sat on that and impaled Vanda on my cock after she lubed us both up. Sat on my cock like that I had free access to her cunt.
I kept her on my cock just a bit longer than ace wanted to be on it and diddled her clit until she was doing her imitation of a slaughterhouse on pork production day.
I still, had a boner when I let her climb off it. The Girl must have been a girl guide, she is always prepared. She produced a pack of antiseptic wipes. The first time I took her up the wrong un as she calls it she wanted to suck me to clean me up. I love kissing that mouth so that ain't going to happen.
After cleaning me she gave me just the best blow job I've ever had. Long, slow, a little bit of deep throat and of course on completion she swallowed the lot. She sat back on her haunches "Is my master pleased with his slut"
"Your not a slut darling you are my woman."
"Oh, I am a slut, Bryn. But just for you, you can have me any way you want. I only want one thing from you."
"I'm not sticking that dirty filthy red hot branding iron on your skin, not on your arse and certainly not on your tit. You are not even allowed to get a tattoo on my boobs. I love your tits, Vanda, I love them just the way they are. If I can figure out a way of doing it on your arse without the risk of killing you with the infection to the wound I'll think about it. That's it. No more girl. Understand.
"Yes, master."
I was going to have to think about something. She wanted it to happen.
The answer was obvious really, "Google that shite" as the kids say.
Today my poor Vanda was in for the long haul. I'd ordered both of them into our playroom. Vanda knew it from the moment I started this particular game. I try to manage the vast majority of our sex games to look as though she is just there for my convenience. I'm sure I could get away with that if I had wanted to but in these last few weeks, I had become hers every bit as much as she was mine. I was even toying with the idea of getting myself a tattoo. Not exactly entwined names over a heart. More my cock in her mouth.
Tiny had snap link cuffs on her restraints I just needed to deal with her quickly immobilising her was just a way of ensuring she started filling the Latex knickers a bit quicker. The concept of tease and denial was lost on Tiny.
Vanda had now agreed we were a threesome. If we played Tiny had to be included. However, if the two of us went to bed it was just the two of us. Tiny was happy enough about this, he stopped coming into our bedroom unless he thought he needed to wake us up for something like a parcel delivery. If the poor little fucker had a nightmare, not by any means an uncommon occurrence. He always used "there's a parcel as an excuse". It was easy to see if he had just woken or if he was still fretting. If he was fretting we let him get in bed with us. It's like having a 30-year-old child.
Vanda was different I could make her scream for some cock with just a bit of teasing. But I never let it be that easy for her. When I was messing around in the dungeon that morning I found a female chastity belt. Lovely workmanship, it had to be from the guy in Cambridgeshire.
Earlier that week I had also found more rope. Good oiled stuff. Dyed black and red and some left natural. Miles of the stuff, these were in 25-meter hanks. Far too long for a novice like me to work with so I cut each one down to two, ten and a five-meter length and whipped the ends against fraying on a day when Vanda went out to meet Sue and another couple of girls from the rugby club days.
Rosa was one of the girls, another mate of mine called Kevin was seeing her now. She had a bad time in a poor marriage to a guy who ran off with a personal trainer. A male personal trainer. I've no problem with gay guys, I've fucked one or two but I have a problem with anyone who is a bully. This guy was a cunt, he nearly bullied poor Rosa into a nut house. Kev is a top bloke. I told Vanda to give rose a squeeze from me. Kev and Rosa are made for each other. They were also meeting a girl called Julie Vardy. Married to the guy who was possibly my second-best mate ever Paul. The Vardys were top people.
With a bit of luck, this could turn into a rerun of the reunion I had missed because I had disappeared up my own arshole after the drunk killed my wife and kids. I'm not going back there though. My mission in life now is to give this perfect slut I've got my hands full with now, as much cock as she can manage.
There is a very nice erotic engraving on the front of the chastity belt. It's on the front shield, a very sexy-looking woman's mouth, just about to take the glands of a big cock. Her little pointed tongue extended to lick a hanging tear-drop of pre-come. Vanda could form her tongue like that. It made me very horny just looking at it.
That was now hidden under the playroom bed. Jesus I'd love to take her to a meeting of like-minded pervs with her wearing that. That's of course If it still fits her well enough to work. She had admitted to me, she had put a little bit of weight on just before the conspiracy.
That's what I had christened the great boiler brake-down scam that Vanda and Sue had put together. Sue had said to me yesterday on the phone her scheming had exceeded her wildest dreams. She didn't call it scheming, she said I'm just getting two of my best friends together. I'm fairly sure Sue was the prime instigator Vanda's confidence was shot when I first got here.
The next day we had set aside for pay, the whole day! I had spent some time roping her into a fully open position. I made a rope tit harness. Once you know a little bit about Shibari you look like an expert. I loved to tie her puppies up, once I had rope biting into them and they were bulging around it I held her arms behind her back, just by holding her thumbs in one hand.
Then I spank her bulging titty flesh with a light paddle until they are a nice rosy pink. When I get them to a colour I am happy with I finished tying her, it's easy to get satisfying oohs and ahhs out of a girl applying a light paddle to her tits. One or two on the nipples will get little yips and a crocodile tear or two.
These tears are of no consequence and must never be mistaken for the real thing. They are easy to spot they hold their heads high and the tears roll down their cheeks. Their mothers teach them how to perfect this when they are young. Hold her chin in one hand, the other hand at the back of her head and lick the tears away. Make appreciative noises and ask for more. Just one word of warning, don't smudge her makeup. If you're still hoping to bed it tonight.
She will have forgotten everything mum told her if you have upset her enough for real tears. She will tilt her head forward and they will run down her nose and mix with snot. Do not lick these away. You have probably fucked up any chance you had of a shag by now anyway.