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Ladies' Luncheon Circle

Chapter 7: Laura's Fall

Two days after the contest stripped Laura of her dominance, the women gathered at Claire's to enforce her submission. Claire's backyard became the stage for her punishment. Laura, demonstrably dominant, fiercely straight, and never touched by a woman, stood naked in Claire's backyard, trembling as Megan, Sarah, and Claire circled her phones out. Claire's backyard, bordered by low fences, offered little privacy from prying eyes.

Daniel, free for the weekend after his piercing healed, watched from a lawn chair, his spiked cage off, plotting revenge. It wasn't exactly revenge, though Daniel delighted in exploiting his temporary freedom. He was Laura's submissive by choice, a role he relished. But with his cock free for the entire weekend for the first time in years, he planned to make the most of it. Denied for years, he wondered just how many cunts and asses he could thrust into in just two days. Usually submissive, Elise stood elevated beside the women, smirking, her role reversal a bitter pill for Laura as she thought maybe she had seriously misjudged her friends -- they didn't seem meek about their intentions.

The other women seemed eager to begin their physical, sexual gratification at Laura's expense and amuse themselves with her punishments. But there was something more. An undercurrent, not so much of revenge but of resetting the hierarchy among the women, permeated the conversation. This was reflected in Sarah's opening actions. "Let strip her high-and-mighty ego too," Sarah said, shoving the nude Laura forward. Her voice cut like a blade, her grin predatory, "Lick me." Laura balked, but Megan laid a nice welt on her ass with a riding crop encouraging prompt compliance. "Now!" Reluctantly, Laura knelt, tonguing Sarah's waiting pussy, gagging at the unfamiliar taste. Sarah grinned, flipping around. "Ass too." Laura resisted until the other women pushed her face into Sarah's ass, Laura's tongue probed her pungent anus, her face burning with shame as Claire filmed. "Look at her, straight as an arrow, eating my hole!" Sarah teased.

Mimicking their usual treatment of Daniel, Megan stepped up, spreading wide. "My turn." Laura serviced her sweet pussy, then her acrid ass, tears welling as Megan ground against her. "She hates it - makes it hotter," Megan laughed. Claire followed, silent but firm, forcing Laura's tongue deep into her floral cunt and mild anus. "First time's a charm," Claire taunted, zooming in.

They dragged Laura to the yard's center, tying her wrists to a low branch, leaving her nude and exposed. "Masturbate," Sarah ordered, untying her right hand and tossing her a thick dildo. Laura hesitated, but a zap from a cattle prod, Daniel's suggestion, made her comply. She vowed to get back at him. She thrust it into her pussy, moaning despite herself, the women jeering. "Bigger one," Megan said, handing her a lubed monstrous plug meant for a different orifice. Laura inserted it anally, wincing, then a third toy down her throat, gagging as they filmed. "Public show next," Daniel called. "Parade her down the street!" He and the other women knew the neighbors across the street were out for the weekend, but Laura didn't and was in an absolute panic at being publicly exposed in her condition.

They untied her from the tree, leashing her with nipple clamps, blindfolded her, and marched her to the sidewalk, toys still in place, her nudity stark under the sun. The leash's metal clinked, the sun's heat searing Laura's welted skin. Laura was terrified of public exposure; she imagined neighbors could see her with obscene toys in all her orifices. "Wave," Claire barked. Laura obeyed, mortified, waving at imagined onlookers. "She's dripping," Sarah noted. "Slut loves it secretly." As a car turned into the lane a block down, Laura, hearing the car, tried to run back. Still, Megan and Claire, carefully timing the pace to miss exposure, walked her slowly, each holding onto one of the leashes attached to her nipples, forcing her in step with them, saying, "Wiggle that ass, let him enjoy your charms." Entering Claire's open garage, the car passed fifty feet away. Laura hoped the shadows hid her, but she'd never know who saw her welted ass and plugged holes or if they'd glimpsed her face and tits.

Back in the yard, Elise took charge. "Serve me too," she said, a submissive commanding one of her former mistresses. Laura knelt, licking Elise's pussy and rimming her stretched asshole, the ultimate degradation. Elise clamped Laura's nipples with her own weighted clamps, tugging the chain. "Perfect for rings," Elise mused. "Lose another contest, and I'll pierce you myself."

The women paused, savoring Laura's degradation, their laughter sharp in the crisp air. Exhausted, they tied Laura's nipple leashes to the deck railing and went inside Claire's house for some refreshments. Daniel, seeing his chance with the still blindfolded Laura stealthily walked up behind her and pulled the lubed plug out of her ass. He quickly replaced the plug with his cock and fucked her lubed ass as deep and hard as he could manage, holding on to her hips for leverage. As he heard the women returning, he withdrew without cumming and returned to his chair. Daniel was pleased with himself; he hadn't made a sound and was sure he hadn't given himself away when he realized that he was the only man present, so Laura certainly knew whose cock had just taken her asshole. Dread tempered Daniel's thrill, knowing Laura's vengeance would be merciless.

As the late afternoon drifted towards evening, the still blindfolded Laura was left standing but forced into a slight bend by the leashes tugging at her nipples. While Daniel and the women enjoyed refreshments, they discussed Laura's body in the most graphic and degrading terms, occasionally running their unseen hands over her tits and ass cheeks, plunging a finger or two into her slit, or pulling on the weighted clamps left by Elise. Sarah had even quietly attached a clothespin to Laura's clit, making her gasp and moan for a bit.

Sarah, Megan, and Claire spent several minutes discussing the state of Laura's labia and clit. They noted that her inner lips protruded and opened like a flower, inviting penetration. Laura winced at the discussion, but they followed with questions about the size of her button. "Did Laura have a little dick there, was the clothespin stretching it out, or was her clit erect from her showing herself off." Elise, young and still having firm high tits despite their size, asked the other women about Laura's "utters" and insisted on calling them that. She wanted to know if her utters naturally hung that low, or was it the weights and leashes tied to the railing. Daniel sat quietly, sporting a rare erection while staring at his wife.

As the sun was setting Saturday night, they escalated, tying Laura spread-eagled between two trees in the middle of Claire's backyard, legs splayed 180 degrees, toys replaced with larger ones. Neighbors' windows loomed close, a risk of discovery. "Whip her," Daniel suggested, really taking advantage of his temporary situation, handing Sarah a riding crop. She lashed Laura's sex, each smack drawing a stifled cry. Megan flogged her tits, welts rising, while Claire caned her ass. "Louder, and they'll see," Claire warned, referring to neighbors coming to their windows.

Sunday dawned with plans for Laura's blowjob performance on Daniel, her, to this point, loyal subbie. "Make it vile," Megan said over breakfast. "Balls, rim job, full service." Sarah nodded. "Interrupt her, drag it out, maximum shame." Daniel grinned, anticipating his reward but knowing Monday's revenge loomed. Daniel's dichotomous views bounced around in his head. Was he excited about getting a blowjob he hadn't had in years or Laura's special personal Monday revenge treatment? He could guess at and imagine.

By evening, they strung Laura up again, one foot on tiptoes, the other roped over a branch, legs split wide vertically this time. Sarah cropped her gash relentlessly, Laura's cries escaping as the leather bit her clit. Megan flogged her tits, Elise stood on a chair and yanked the nipple chain, forcing Laura's mouth into her pussy. Her ass and thighs bore whip marks, her body a canvas of torment. Laura's whelps were getting louder. The women had grown reckless, their games spilling closer to discovery.

A shout broke the scene. Bill, Megan's husband, came home early from a club meeting, peering over the fence. "What the fuck?" he roared, storming into Claire's backyard. Laura hung exposed, dripping, Elise contorted to force her pussy in Laura's mouth, Daniel kneeling nude, the women half-dressed, pussies glistening. Bill checked for coercion and then fumed, but his mind was conflicted with the new opportunity as he'd always had a thing for Laura, and this looked like an opportunity. "You left us husbands out?"

"It's a girls' club," Sarah explained. "Daniel's the slave - never gets any." Megan assured him, explaining, "Bill, I've never cheated on you; this is between us women. Daniel's cock has never been in any of us, just his wife and that was years ago." "Bill glared at Laura's engorged cunt, momentarily forgetting to ask about how Daniel's tongue use wasn't also cheating or indeed having sex with other women, and threatened to tell the other's husbands. After fifteen minutes of discussion, all the while being presented with Laura's slit glistening in front of him, lust won. "Give me her," he demanded, pointing at Laura, and "I'll keep this to myself." Laura noticed he wasn't really pointing at her but directly at her open pussy and protested, "I'm married! I don't cheat either." Bill started to pull out his cell phone to call the other husbands. Sarah quickly intervened, offering Elise instead, "Anything, no limits." Bill eyed Elise, still gripping Laura's chain. "You okay with that?" he asked, still concerned that someone might be being coerced and he didn't want to end up in jail. Sarah smirked. "She's a slave; she has no say."

"Slut, crawl here and suck me," Bill ordered. Elise immediately obeyed, Bill dropping his pants. She was entirely compliant as he took her repeatedly - pussy, ass, mouth - whipping her with crops, stuffing her with toys, the women narrating and filming, holding her in degrading poses. Laura, still strung up, endured random pinches and probes, forgotten until Bill collapsed, spent, at 11:00 PM, thinking he could really get used to this. Bill's silence held, but the women knew their secret teetered on the edge of exposure.

They untied Laura, who knelt stiffly. "I need to pee," she rasped. "Squat," Megan said, the backyard spotlights focused in that area illuminating Laura as if she were on stage. Laura pissed in the grass, phones recording her streaked, clamped body, tits, slit, and ass raw. "One hour left," Megan noted. Daniel approached, uncaged, erect in seconds. "Your blowjob," Claire said, "or whatever he wants."

Daniel, having been denied any pussy from his wife for years and only allowed to jack off for the show once a month, took all his pent-up frustrations and shoved his cock down Laura's throat, fucking her mouth savagely, mauling her clamped nipples and welted tits. Gurgling and drooling, she took it. He spun her, face in the dirt, and rammed her nearly virgin asshole, did she know about yesterday, while spanking her whip-striped cheeks. "Push back, cunt!" he barked, cumming hard. Wiping his cock on her face, he hardened again. Back in her mouth, ass-to-mouth, he pounded into her cervix next, doggy style, yanking the tit clamps while he did so, her cries muffled by grass as her face was pushed into the grass, wet because it was the very spot of ground she had just pissed in.

At 11:55 PM, Daniel came again, spent. Laura, debased beyond measure, weighed her options. Shower and sleep? Or reclaim control? She chose the latter. At midnight, she locked the spiked cage back on Daniel, attached his ball zapper to his scrotum, pressed the "10" button several times, inserted his largest inflatable plug, pumped it until he could barely walk, and ordered, "Suck your cum from my ass." He obeyed, gagging. Leashing his zapped balls, she marched him home nude through the midnight streets, secretly hoping someone would see. Daniel, deep in subspace, perhaps shared that fantasy.

"Tomorrow," she whispered, "you'll pay double."

Chapter 8: Laura's Vengeance

Monday, the day after her ordeal ended, Laura reclaimed her throne, determined to crush Daniel's brief rebellion. The day broke gray and cold at Laura's suburban home, the air pulsed with Laura's wrath. Laura stood in her backyard, freshly showered but still tender from her weekend of shame at Claire's - her skin faintly striped from whips, nipples tender from clamps, her pride bruised but blazing. She wore a crisp black blazer and skirt, her bun tight, exuding dominance regained. Daniel knelt before her, naked, the spiked chastity cage locked tight around his pierced cock, its inner barbs glinting through the Prince Albert ring Claire had stabbed through his cock helmet a week prior. The massive inflatable butt plug, inserted after last night's midnight march home, still stretched his anus painfully, its hum a dying torment as the batteries failed. His balls, leashed and zapped raw from the nude midnight march home, dangled vulnerably, purpled, and veined from the electric zapper's lingering effects.

Sarah, Megan, and Claire arrived, invited to witness and join Laura's revenge, their phones ready to capture Daniel's re-descent into submission. They'd relished breaking Laura, but now stood as her enforcers, intrigued by her ferocity and fearful of remaining on her bad side. Mark and James, Sarah and Claire's husbands, respectively, remained oblivious to the expanding activities of the luncheons, texting each other from their offices about their Sunday golf outing.

"You thought you'd break me," Laura hissed, circling Daniel, her heels clicking on the patio stones. "That weekend was your mistake. Now you pay - severely." She kicked his thighs apart, locking a spreader bar between his ankles, his ass and balls thrust into stark exposure. "Ladies, let's destroy him."

Sarah grinned, grabbing a bullwhip from a bag she'd brought. "Start big." She lashed his back, a red stripe blooming across his pale skin. Daniel grunted, the spikes in his cage biting as his body tensed, his piercing tugging painfully. Megan took a thin cane, targeting his balls, each strike a piercing sting that made the six-ounce weight - still clipped - dance and clink. "Look at these nuts, purple already!" she laughed, landing ten rapid blows. Claire wielded a riding crop, smacking his ass around the plug, welts rising fast atop the faded marks from previous ass punishments. "He's trembling-pathetic," she sneered.

Laura fetched a steel humbler, clamping it behind his thighs, yanking his scrotum back harder than ever, the zapper still attached from last night. "Crawl," she ordered. He shuffled, the humbler and spreader bar forcing an agonizing bow, the plug buzzing mercilessly. The patio stones scraped his knees, the humbler's wood creaking with each move. She cranked the zapper to Max, handing the remote to Sarah. "Fry him." Sarah zapped, a jolt searing his balls, his scream muffled by a gag Claire shoved in, her used panties from the car ride over, sour with her day's sweat.

"Public shame now to make up for what he had you all do to me," Laura said, leashing his neck. They dragged him to the front yard, echoing her exposure from last night but twisting it to her advantage. Unlike yesterday, she didn't know the neighbors were out. She tied his leash to the mailbox, legs spread, ass up, the midday sun casting his torment in sharp relief. "Whip his cock," she told Megan. Megan unlocked the spiked cage, the piercing ring glinting, and lashed his shaft with a flogger, fresh pain erupting as the barbs fell away. "It's swelling, useless little prick!" she taunted, filming. The women exchanged glances, their thrill tempered by the risk of discovery.

Daniel, unlike Laura's terror yesterday, felt a twisted thrill at the risk; neighbors' windows loomed, curtains still, but the chance of eyes fueled his subspace. Laura, sensing his arousal, yanked the leash hard. "No enjoyment," she snapped, dragging him back to the backyard by his piercing, his duck-walk strained by the humbler and bar. Claire followed, cropping his stretched asshole directly, the red rim pulsing around the plug, his muffled cries barely audible through her panties.

In the backyard, Sarah suggested, "Stretch him more." Laura deflated the plug, yanked it out, and replaced it with a massive, ribbed dildo, twelve inches, dry and unforgiving. She rammed it in, twisting it as Daniel's muffled cries grew desperate, his anus gaping red and exposed. Claire added two-ounce weights to his piercing ring, tugging his cock downward, the chain clinking with the ball weights. "Dance," she barked, zapping him. He writhed, the weights swinging, the humbler pinching, his balls a mottled purple mess.

"Service us," Laura commanded, ungagging him. She sat on a lawn chair, legs wide, forcing his face into her pussy, showered but purposely still internally unwashed from last night's ordeal leaving Daniel a stale creampie, a musky tang hitting him hard. "Clean it," she snapped. He tongued her, broad strokes gagging on her taste, nose mashed into her clit, then rimmed her sour anus, her sweat and faint piss lingering as Sarah filmed, "Back where he belongs!" Sarah followed, grinding her sharp pussy and pungent ass on his face. "Deeper, slave!" she barked, zapping his balls. Megan's sweet pussy lips and acrid anus came next, her nose-squashing thrusts relentless, "Eat it, worm!" Claire's floral pussy and mild anus finished; her silent intensity was captured on her phone.

"Elise deserves a piece," Laura said, though Elise wasn't present, her absence a taunt unfulfilled. "Imagine her here; piss on him instead." The women took turns squatting over him and releasing their morning hot stream, soaking his welted body, making sure to cover his crotch, his chest, and most especially to direct the hot stream all over his face. "Drink," Sarah ordered, tilting his head back, forcing open his mouth. He choked it down with piss also going up his nose and burning his eyes, their phones catching every gulp, his face streaked with piss and shame.

Laura escalated. "Toys for his holes." She inserted a spiked anal bead chain, yanking it out fast, his screams echoing across the yard. Claire forced a 13mm to 20mm graduated urethral stretching plug into his cock, wishing she had a vibrator or electric shock box with her. Daniel's piercing ring pushed aside as the increasing diameter nobs of the plug stretched his piss slit, his urethra burning as she twisted. Megan strapped on a twelve-inch dildo, pegging him brutally, sweat and lube mixing as she thrust. "Take it, bitch!" she roared, the women cheering.

Daniel's spirit broke, but Laura leaned in, whispering so no one else could hear, "This is just the start. Tonight, you'll beg for worse, and you know what's coming soon." His cock twitched despite the pain and started to grow to full erection despite all that had happened, a flicker of subspace rekindling as he imagined what would happen once they were alone. The women wondered what she had said to coax an erection out of him at this stage. "Beg," she said aloud. "Please, Mistress, mercy," he gasped, voice cracking. She smirked. "No," and pressed her iced drink against his balls, shrinking him, then locked the spiked cage back on tighter, the piercing ensuring permanence. The ribbed dildo returned, slammed in dry, his anus a ruin.

"Kneel," she ordered, and he collapsed, the humbler and zapper still tormenting. The women stepped back, satisfied. "He's yours again," Sarah said, zapping him one last time. "Broken for good," Megan added, filming his crumpled form. Claire nodded. "Next time, we'll top this."