Breaing the Rules

We walked towards the dining room. Liz and Martha stopped before entering and looked at Catherine and me.

"We were a bit uncertain about how much of a punishment it really would be for you and Catherine to be naked, locked up, and spanked. We know that you, Catherine, are a little slut that loves to show off, and although you think it is humiliating and scary to show off your little caged cock, we know that you enjoy showing off your muscles and achieving admiring stares from all the girls. So, we decided to introduce something new and unexpected," said Martha with a teasing grin.

"Since the two of you are sharing the punishments for the evening, we will help you get well connected," Liz chimed in with a roll of bondage tape in her hands.

"I will now tie the two of you together -- the left leg of Catherine with your right," Liz said and smiled at me.

She wrapped our legs tightly with the tape, and the feeling of Catherine's smooth skin and the idea of being tied together for the rest of the evening created another reaction in my cage. Liz saw it, slapped my cage, and commented on my red cheeks, making sure that everyone noticed that it painfully stopped my beginning erection.

Catherine was also affected as our bodies were tied together, and I could see her nipples harden invitingly. Martha felt her pussy - and she flushed more than me when Martha pulled out her finger, glistening with her wetness.

Liz opened the door to the dining room, and we both cried out in shock and terror. Two chairs were placed close together at the end of the table. The chair to the right had two scaringly large plugs peaking up from the seat -- while the chair to the left had only one. We didn't need to use our imagination to understand where the plugs were soon going.

"We know that the two of you need your assholes trained," Martha smirked as she lubricated the frightening big plugs. She continued to Catherine and lubricated her openings. I was surprised when I felt her fingers touch my opening and apply a generous amount of lubrication. It felt invading when she slipped a finger into me, but I knew it was for my own best, knowing what would soon enter me.

Kate and Isabelle watched with surprise and curiosity as Liz and Martha positioned us in front of the chairs. I could feel Catherine shaking with fear, and encouraged by her resistance, I started to protest. I knew Liz wanted to do more anal play, and even if I found it exciting to watch others do anal, it was a barrier for me that I rarely passed.

With our legs tied together, our resistance was not particularly successful, and with Kate and Isabelle helping us keep the balance, Liz and Martha forced us down on the chairs. They guided the plugs and rubber cock into our openings. I felt Catherine was trying to use her legs to avoid putting all her body weight on the intruders, and I tried to do the same feeling that the plug was stretching my anal opening more than ever before. But it was a lost game; we quickly got tired and had to sit down fully.

I think we both realize that being bound together. We were at the mercy of the rest of the party - as we could not get away from the intruders without help. Liz smiled at me and said that with that monster up my ass, it would be challenging to fulfill my obligations as a waiter - and that she and Martha would step in and replace me.

The poof from a champagne bottle marked the start of the dinner. I couldn't stop admiring Liz. Her red leather costume hugged her well-shaped body as she filled our glasses. The chilled bubbles fueled the noise level around the table.

The constant touch of Catherine's skin and being forced to follow all her movements was intense. My eyes lingered on her nice tits, and seeing her nether lips forced aside by the monstrous dildo filling her, was constantly arousing me. It was painful to feel my cock pressing against its plastic prison.

Catherine moaned as Martha pressed the remote and activated the vibrator deep inside her. She shyly apologized for not being able to sit still. Her squirming strongly impacted me, as the movement forced me to ride my intruder and constantly reminded me how it fully stretched me.

Suddenly, the sound of glass breaking resulted in an immediate quiet, and everyone looked at Isabelle. She had clumsily flipped her champagne glass, and now it was her turn to blush. Kate looked sternly at her and announced that she had earned a spanking with us. Isabelle tried to protest, but Kate and Martha told her to be quiet. Unless she wanted to undress and join Catherine and me, enjoying the rest of the meal plugged and bound to the chair. It seemed like her cheeks got an even deeper shade of red - and she kept quiet as she cleaned up her mess.

We had a good time around the table, and I managed to relax enough to forget the intruder I was sitting on when Catherine started to squirm - she was desperate for a pee. She whispered it to Martha, who told her she better not have an accident. But Martha and Liz helped us to rise from our plugged seats. We were not allowed to be disconnected, so Catherine desperately tried to hold it. Liz said the only way we could pee tied together was in the shower. Catherine looked at me, more embarrassed than ever. I also realized I needed a pee and told her to make it less embarrassing.

We went into the shower, and Catherine stood with her legs as far apart as possible and tried to let loose. I saw a few drops, but her instincts kicked in, and the flow stopped. I stroked her and told her to relax when she started to go again. Her pee soon hissed uncontrolled out and splashed on the floor, spraying our connected legs. Being so close to Catherine and feeling her embarrassment as she apologized for splashing her pee on me turned me on, and my cock again started to grow, only to be forcefully stopped in its prison. My growing erection made it a bit difficult to let loose, but I needed a pee as well, so I tried to relax as I comforted Catherine - saying that the sight of her peeing had turned me on. Soon, my pee started to trickle out of the cage, and it didn't take long before I peed at full flow. The cage also made me splash around - so now it was my pee landing on Catherine.

Liz told me to be a gentleman and wipe Catherine. I saw a mix of lust and humiliation in her eyes as she spread her legs, making room for me to wipe her. We were both standing in a puddle of pee, so Liz turned on the shower and ordered me to wash Catherine. The warm water felt nice, and she moaned as I directed the nozzle between her legs. Being bound together made it difficult to move and wash all of her but lathering her perfect tits with soap and seeing the foam moving down her body was intense, and if it weren't for the cage, I would have had a giant erection. Slipping a finger into Catherine's pussy made her cry out in lust, craving for more. I explored her and wanted to satisfy the need I saw in her eyes. But Martha had other plans, and with a slap on my butt, she told me to stop playing and ordered Catherine to wash me.

It was lovely to be cleaned up and feel Catherine's touch. She was so gentle and soft when she washed me, stroking my aching balls gently - pressure building and building as I was part of this intense erotic party. She put the nozzle directly into the cage and shocked me as the spray hit my skin. She washed my ass and directed the nozzle into my anal opening. No one apart from Liz had ever touched me there. It felt good, but at the same time, I felt so vulnerable.

Liz turned off the shower and dried us off with a soft, fluffy towel. She placed a big tube of lubrication and told us to prepare each other for the rest of the meal.

I had hoped that Martha and Liz had removed the plugged seats now, but I should have known them better. I squeezed the lubrication into my hand and applied a generous amount to Catherine's pussy. She was already wet, but the big dildo would slide in with less discomfort if she were well-lubricated. I moved to her little anal rose and gently greased her to prepare her for the big plug. She was comfortable with my touching her and relaxed as I slid one finger into her, careful to avoid pain. I knew my fingers were little of an intrusion compared to the big plug, so I carefully inserted finger by finger into her, preparing her for the big intruder waiting to re-enter.

Catherine did the same to me; it was so lovely to be intimate with her; she was soft and gentle. And her eyes expressed nothing else than a wish to make me comfortable.

I knew the evening was far from over, but I was so happy that I had accepted the punishment Liz had metered for me. I felt confident that our lives would change positively from this day. Trusting Liz had never been scarier and never as rewarding. I just longed for the release from the cage. My cock was constantly pushing against the boundaries. Catherine saw my struggle, and the soft, gentle hands felt so good on my balls. She stroked me as she applied some lubrication. I was close to heaven, but Liz and Martha knew what was happening. They marched us to our chairs and forced us down with little effort this time.

It was less painful and more pleasurable for Catherine to be seated this time, and she moaned softly, leaning into me and thanking me for being so gentle and soft. She whispered into my ear that she couldn't wait to see my glorious cock released from its prison.

We finished eating, and the buzz of voices around the table intensified. Some glasses needed refilling. Isabelle had been quiet. As the newest in the group, she seemed happier being the observer than the center of attention. So when Martha announced that Isabelle had to join Catherine and me, already waiting for punishment, her face turned red. She was not looking forward to what was coming. She looked defeated when Martha ordered her to undress. Isabelle blushed but raised and started to pull down the zipper of her dress. She pulled the tight, black dress down her hips and soon only wore a lacy matching bra and panties. Isabelle had big, perfectly shaped breasts. Martha was demanding more, and if possible, she turned even a darker shade of red as she humiliated undid the bra and peeled down her panties.

Liz commanded us to clean the table and tidy the kitchen before our punishment session could begin. Catherine and I were still tied together, so it was easier for Isabelle to load the dishwasher. But being naked put her in some very awkward positions with her big tits hanging down in front of her, and she was also displaying her pink openings to everyone in the kitchen as she bent forward. She was not at ease with showing us her body like that.

We told her to relax and reminded her about our continuous humiliation during the evening. A sob escaped from Isabelle, and she told us that no one had punished her in front of an audience before. She was a bit scared and not as experienced as the rest of us. Catherine hugged her and told her to calm down. It would be ok, and she could always use her safe word. Everyone would accept that - it was there for a reason.

I told her I had been concerned about my punishment and that I had been close to safe-wording myself out of my misery the whole day. But I also told her how the punishment so far felt rewarding in a strange way and brought my relationship with Liz to a new level.

She relaxed a bit and thanked us for being supportive. It was like a dam broke, and she started to talk. She had always been a bit shy, and as a teenager, she didn't like too much attention. But she was a natural beauty, and she had to get used to being eyed from top to bottom, and particularly, the male part of the population couldn't avoid staring in her direction. As she matured, the attention still created mixed feelings. She still appeared shy, but the way people stared at her also stirred her inner body to life. With red cheeks, she told us that the humiliation of undressing and exposing her body was not only painful but also very arousing. She felt very wet, and the moisture almost leaked down her thighs, thinking about the upcoming scene.

I told her how scared I had been the whole day, how vulnerable and exposed I felt when opening the door, how painful it was to appear naked in front of the party for the first time and to make a hit to my masculinity and show my cock caged and controlled by Liz.

Catherine told us how embarrassing she thought it was to pee and that she almost leaked before she reached the shower. She was always the one who needed to go first, and even if she tried to joke about her need to pee frequently, it was a real problem for her. Having been a bedwetter in her youth, she still felt the shame of having bladder issues. Isabelle flushed when I admitted that I had similar problems in my teens. And with a low voice, she concluded that we had more than an upcoming spanking in common.

Martha came cheerfully into the kitchen with a Pinot Noir bottle as we shared our stories. She looked for a bottle opener and told Isabelle she was soon ready to administer her well-deserved spanking. Isabelle smiled at Catherine and me and thanked us for encouraging her, and with renewed confidence, she replied that she was ready.