Ladies' Luncheon Circle
Chapter 4: The Submissive's Game
Two weeks after Sarah's brutal retribution, Laura's living room became the stage for a new game. Daniel knelt in the center, chastity cage glinting, his body bearing marks from prior torments: faint welts across his bare hindquarters and upper thighs. Laura presided, unyielding, while Sarah, Megan, and Claire lounged on the sofa, phones at the ready. After Sarah's triumph, Laura reclaimed control, eager to showcase Daniel's submission alongside a new player. Sarah had been hiding a secret behind her formerly demure self for some time. She had surprised them by bringing Elise, a single coworker who often helped her with software development, and her exclusive submissive, who stood by the door, nervous, alluring, and dressed to provoke.
Elise, a decade younger than the group and fresh out of college, wore a light-colored floral sundress, its hem swaying well above her knees. The dress was thin and transparent enough that some intimate details were discernible. Beneath, a black corset cinched her waist, thrusting her very large breasts for her slight frame upward, their pierced nipples - one-inch silver rings - pressing against the thin fabric unsupported by a bra. Some of the group were silently jealous of her tits; they were still perky and hadn't yet started to sag despite their size. Garters dangled from the corset and below the hem of the dress, clipping sheer stockings that hugged her legs, leaving a short gap between the dress's hem and the stockings' tops with each step. With only slight movement, it was apparent that no panties concealed her pierced labia, each adorned with a silver ring, which were locked together by a small padlock, a poorly hidden secret beneath the dress.
By way of introduction, Sarah tugged her forward by grasping a nipple ring through the sun dress. "This is Elise, my toy. A year under my control has shaped her perfectly. She's here to suffer with Danny - and maybe beat him." Laura smirked. "Let's strip her--slowly."
Laura, Megan, and Claire were caught off guard. Sarah had always been somewhat demure and only opened up to enjoying Daniel's oral ministrations after a few glasses of wine. Now she, without any announcement, was showing up at lunch with a submissive young woman, whom she called her "toy." Was Sarah gay? Was she interested in the other women in the group? She sure seemed to like Daniel's tongue. What did this mean to Sarah and Mark's relationship?
As the others in the group hesitated, wondering what to say and what to ask, they were distracted by Sarah's next move. Sarah gripped Elise's sundress, lifting it inch by inch as if to tease both Elise and the lunch group, revealing the stockings' lace tops and then the garters snapping taut against Elise's thighs. The faint rustle of her sundress filled the room, mingling with the women's hushed breaths. Sarah's movements were deliberate, her demure facade shattered by a predator's gleam. The corset emerged, its boning accentuating her curves, her breasts heaving as the fabric peeled away. Sarah tossed the dress aside, leaving Elise in the corset and stockings. Elise was hairless from the neck down, leaving no impediment covering her piercings, rings, or other attributes. "No bra, no panties," Megan noted, grinning. "Just locked up tight."
Claire zoomed in. "Look at those rings down there - her pussy's locked shut!"
Sarah knelt, unlocking the padlock with a key from her pocket. The rings holding her shut allowed her labia to part, exposing Elise's sex fully. "Open for business," Sarah said, slapping her thigh. At Sarah's direction, Megan fetched a spreader bar, locking it between Elise's ankles, forcing her legs wide - her pussy and backside now a stark display.
Sarah attached nipple clamps to Elise's rings, chains dangling. Questions about Sarah forgotten for the moment, Laura started the fun by removing Daniel's cage. She hinted at a harsher cage next time, one with inner barbs. A thrill of fear and arousal surged through him, tempered by the promise of Laura's wrath. His cock sprang free, and he quickly became erect at the sight of Elise's spread wet slit and gaping anus. The women teased him about how quickly he became aroused and pointed out the evident benefit of his denial and teasing. Laura made sure that Daniel knew this was a special release as his cock was needed to further Sarah's plans but it would come at a cost. Daniel fully understood Laura's meaning. His arousal was tempered by the certainty of hours of CBT later that night when he and Laura were alone to pay for any pleasure he might receive.
Elise had expected to be exposed to a bunch of women when Sarah brought her to the luncheon and maybe spend some time between their legs but was unhappy with the inclusion of Daniel. Elise considered herself a lesbian; she didn't hate men but was mildly repulsed by the thought of having sex with them.
Elise hesitated at Sarah's command to bring Daniel to the edge. Sarah casually reached under Elise's ass, her legs held apart by the spreader bar, and put a finger through each of her labia rings. She then sharply pulled the rings and her labia up between Elise's cheeks all the way to her anus. This caused Elise to bend at the waist immediately, putting her face into Daniel's crotch. No other words were needed as she enveloped his entire cock and continued with loud, sloppy wet sucking. Her loyalty to Sarah, not desire, drove her compliance, her distaste for men a quiet rebellion. She moved to licking his balls and rimming his asshole - stopping short of his climax. "Tits now," Sarah ordered. Elise pressed her breasts together, the clamps jingling as Daniel thrust into her cleavage, groaning but still denied release.
"She's good," Laura said, "But punishment time." Sarah bent Elise over a chair, her spreader bar holding her splayed. "Hold yourself open," Sarah snapped. Elise reached back, pulling her labia apart with the rings and her fingers, exposing her inner slit and bumhole. Megan, seemingly oblivious to her past questions and issues, grabbed a thin rod, whipping it vertically down her pussy, striking inside her spread labia and directly onto her now-winking pink asshole. Elise cried out as it bit her tender flesh and yelped louder when it landed directly on her back passage. The women paused, savoring her whimpers, their phones capturing every flinch.
Claire filmed, narrating for the video, "Spread so wide, that rod's hitting right inside her cunt and smack on her hole!"
Sarah added clamps to Elise's labia rings, attaching the chains to the tops of her stockings as makeshift garters. The tension pulled her lips open wider, an exposed, humiliating showcase. "Look at that!" Megan laughed. "Her slit's stretched like a damn curtain!"
Laura said, "Now they serve us with stakes." Sarah clipped a clothespin to Elise's clitoris. "Incentive," she said. To Daniel: "You're competing. Who's better? Whose tongue will go deeper? Winner rests - loser suffers."
Laura spread her legs. Daniel licked her salty folds and sour anus, pushing deep. Elise, clit pinched, outdid him, her tongue plunging harder. "Elise wins depth," Laura judged. Sarah's sharp cunt and pungent anus followed - Daniel tried, but Elise prevailed. Megan's sweet pussy, then Claire's floral hole. Elise won, but was it her desperation, or did she have a knowledge of how to tongue a woman that only a woman could have? "Elise takes it," Claire declared.
Laura grinned, "Reward her. Daniel, lie down." He obeyed, flat on the floor. Sarah guided Elise over him, her spread folds hovering. "Sit," she said. Elise lowered herself, her cunt and ass directly on his face. "Lick," Laura ordered. He tongued her pussy, then her ass, as she shifted, moaning atop him.
But Daniel's loss demanded punishment. Megan fetched a spiked ball parachute, securing it around his scrotum, and used another spreader bar to spread Daniel's legs to their limit. The parachute's inner spikes pricked as she tightened it. She chained it to his spreader bar, locked between his ankles, stretching his balls downward, the tension agonizing. "He'll learn," Megan said.
Sarah grabbed a crop, whipping his trapped balls as he serviced Elise. "Harder, Danny!" she barked, striking his cock next. Claire twisted his nipples while Laura raked a Wartenberg wheel over every exposed part of his shaft, the pinpricks sharp. "Please us better next time," Laura hissed, as Elise rocked above, his muffled groans vibrating against her.
Elise shuddered to climax, lifted off by Sarah. "Good pet," she said. Daniel's cage relocked, his balls throbbing in the spiked parachute as he'd been teased for hours without release. Claire smirked, "More footage - her spread and clamped, him losing and tortured."
Laura dismissed them. "Elise, you're back next time. Daniel, hump the floor - feel those spikes and improve." The women left, phones brimming with leverage, leaving Daniel in pain and Elise marked but triumphant.
Daniel dreaded what was next. He knew his torments were mild compared to the price Laura would extract with hours of CBT for getting a blowjob, even if it ended as a tease with no release.
Chapter 5: The Luncheon Contest
A week later, Sarah's elegant dining room buzzed with wicked delight during a midday luncheon. Laura, Sarah, Megan, and Claire sat around a polished round table, sipping wine and smirking. Daniel shuffled about, serving them, his naked body contorted by a humbler. A spiked chastity cage, locked on by Laura, encased his cock, its inner barbs biting if he hardened. Around his stretched balls hung an electric zapper, its remote passed gleefully among the women. A massive, vibrating butt plug, too large for comfort, thrummed inside him. It stretched his anus painfully. Otherwise, he was bare, his torment on full display.
To explain for any reader unfamiliar with a humbler: A humbler consists of two bars about 24 inches long with hardware to clamp them together. The bars are notched in the center. The submissive male bends at the waist and knees to use the humbler, and his ball sack is pulled back through his legs. The humbler is then clamped into place across the scrotum between the testicles and penis behind the male's thighs, with the scrotum in the notch. As a result, the wearer is forced to keep their legs folded forward, as any attempt to straighten them even slightly pulls hard on the scrotum, causing anything from considerable discomfort to extreme pain. In this way, the wearer is prevented from standing up straight and has to stay bent over or crawl on all fours or a humble position.
