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Ladies' Luncheon Circle

Chapter 16: The Waxing Pact

A month after Daniel's 'Cum King' crowning, the women's mid-October luncheon, fueled by wine, sparked a reckless pact. As was often the case, the women remembered how the conversation started at their luncheon that last week in mid-October and the agreement they'd arrived at. The details of the progression from a topic of discussion to some pact they'd agreed to were lost as they egged each other on over too many bottles of wine. They had been discussing pubic grooming preferences. Whether shaving, tweezing, laser, waxing, or depilation was the way to go. Comments were made regarding the state of each other's hygiene, and now they'd decided on a shared waxing session. Actually, they'd agreed on two sessions, their own, and one for the submissive husbands. No one had bothered to ask the husbands, and some of the women were worried that the men might not be inclined to a shared session, especially since the pact called for complete nudity. But with submissive husbands, did that really matter?

Women's Session

The late October Monday night buzzed with crickets as Daniel pulled the minivan into Glow Salon's lot. "Glow Salon," was a chic strip-mall spot in Willow Creek, its blinds drawn after hours, neon "Closed" sign flickering. Inside, waxing tables gleam under harsh lights, mirrors amplifying every angle. Laura, Sarah, Megan, Claire, and Elise piled out of the minivan, their mutual pact in force, complete nudity once inside. Through the evening lights and their flowing clothes, piercings glinted, Claire's nipple and labia rings, Elise's labial weights, Laura's clit stud, all framed by unseen patchy regrowth since their last wax or shave. Daniel, silent in his chauffeur role, followed them in, a duffel slung over his shoulder, hiding a tiny camera.

The salon owner, Jenna, a wiry blonde and one of Laura's old college flings, smirked from the door. Laura's college days with Jenna hinted at her wilder past. "Late-night special, huh? My girl Lisa's ready. Jenna, Lisa's mistress, relished her slave's humiliation. Sarah wondered about Laura's past Lesbian relationship with Jenna, but said nothing. You guys will all look clean for Halloween flashing, intentional or not." Elise was already nude, as Sarah liked to keep her slave on display. She would be there for support only, as Sarah insisted that she not show even the slightest hint of hair growth. She was waxed bi-weekly while her entire body below the neck was going through laser hair removal; the last three sessions worked on her labia, and she would be hair-free below the neck for life shortly.

Inside, Lisa, a tall, leering waxing esthetician with a sadistic streak, waited by a waxing table, her kit spread out. "One at a time, ladies, strip and spread." Clothes were placed on hooks, short summer dresses, no panties or bras per agreement, and every inch was exposed. Daniel faded to the back, quiet, setting the camera discreetly on a shelf as Lisa began with Sarah. She hoisted Sarah's legs high and wide, beyond a gyno exam position, ankles strapped to stirrups. Her ass overhung the edge, slit splayed, asshole winking under the lights. "Look at that taco," Megan jeered, "folds like a damn accordion, winking brown eye begging for bleach!" Sarah flushed as Lisa took her time, smearing wax slowly, letting it cool before painfully ripping. Sarah's yelp "Fuck, shit bitch!" sharp as pubes tore free, her crotch red and sore. Sarah's skin burned, her humiliation deepened by the group's jeers.

Claire went next. Her slave status mocked, Laura snapped, "Spread that pierced pussy wider looks like mud flaps now!" Lisa lingered, waxing each labia ring's base, tugging them to stretch Claire's slit, her asshole puckering as the bleach stung. "Shit, it burns!" the group cackling as they described the reaction of her anus, "Winking like a slut signal!" Claire's pride in her submission clashed with her rivalry with the other women.

Sarah changed her mind and wanted a slight touch-up for Elise, so she followed next, her heavy rings dragging as Lisa waxed her mound, Megan taunting, "Asshole's twitching, gonna bleach it 'til it glows!" Lisa dragged it out, each rip a scream, "Ow, fuck!" her exposure total.

Megan's turn revealed the results of her recent bet. She had been unable to trim under the damn chastity belt for the 3 months she'd been forced to wear the belt. She hadn't cleaned herself up for reasons known only to her since her chastity sentence was over. The hair that had been unreachable under the belt was now so long that Lisa was unable to wax it. Lisa was forced to use a trimmer to cut it back to a quarter inch, the optimal length for wax adherence.

For the amusement of herself and the other women watching between Megan's splayed legs, Megan let the body of the vibrating trimmer rest on Megan's clit. Everyone, including Megan, was surprised at how quickly she bucked against the restraints. Her hips were thrusting with abandon, especially as Lisa would withdraw the trimmer as she neared completion. Lisa was able to keep the show going for a good 10 minutes. Lisa, seemingly an expert in this kind of torment, had brought Megan to the edge multiple times but left her dripping and unsatisfied.

Lisa waxed Megan slowly, her clit stud glinting, and her slit glistened, "Oh, you leaky bitch!" Sarah crowed. Megan groaned, "No, damn it!" as Lisa bleached her ass, her arousal dripping. "Look at that roast beef," Claire sneered, "ass winking like a lighthouse!" Lisa ripped the wax deliberately slow, Megan hissing, "Fucking sadist!" Daniel, silent and forgotten by the women, filmed it all. Megan, breathing heavily, sat, still secured to the chair, and tried to calm herself, her depilation over. Sarah added a bit of torment and had Elise lick her to near orgasm a few times, edging her mercilessly. Laura, never to be outdone in tormenting one of her friends, asked innocently, "Did I get the dates wrong -- don't you owe us another week in the chastity belt?"

Lisa then held the trimmer directly on her clit for a second. It turned out that a second was all that was required. Megan's frustration warred with her shame, her body betraying her. She couldn't take it anymore as her hand immediately shot down to her button and she began to rub her frustrated snatch. Her need overcame any shyness in front of the women. She trashed about as if one of the women were using Daniel's cattle prod on her backside. Those in the lobby would have heard her moans if Glow Salon were open. Unfortunately for the spectators, the performance only lasted about 30 seconds as Laura pulled Megan's hand away just seconds before her climax.

The ride home was chaos. Claire and Elise, as slaves, wore only nipple clamps and collars, rings swaying. All agreed that Megan would continue the show from inside since she couldn't control herself. She sat nude upfront, a fat vibrating dildo buzzing as she fucked herself, her moans loud, juices pooling. Laura watched her abuse herself carefully, often telling her to pull the dildo out if she sensed Megan was getting close to her orgasm. Megan moaned wonderful laments each time she was told to back off the source of her long-sought pleasure. Laura barked, "Daniel, hit Main Street, stoplights, bright spots, let 'em see!" He obeyed, with a circling long route, headlights catching Megan's spread thighs, Claire's clamped tits, Elise's weighted cunt. Daniel's eyes flicked to the mirror, savoring it, silent as stone.

Men's Session

Daniel drove James to Glow Salon four nights later, parking at closing time. Jenna met them at the door, smirking, "No waxing room privacy for you tonight, strip here." The lobby's glass wall faced the lot, and adjacent stores were dark, but late employees still lingered. "Now!" she snapped. James and Daniel shed clothes, James's Prince Albert, hafada, navel, and guiche rings clanking, Daniel's piercing and weights swaying, cocks and asses bared to the street. A departing saleswoman across the lot froze, staring, as Laura, Sarah, Megan, Claire, and Elise filed in, grinning.

Jenna held up a drilled paddle and yanked Lisa in by a stretched nipple, her rump already red from a spanking. "One more thing," Jenna said, dragging them to a waxing room. A monitor glowed, replaying the women's session, Sarah's winking ass, Megan's dripping slit. "What the fuck!" Laura snarled. Jenna shoved Lisa onto a table, legs up and spread, ass overhanging, her cunt and red cheeks exposed. "Spank her 'til she's purple, she's my dyke slave, does what I say. Explain, Lisa." The women grabbed the paddle, Sarah swinging first, "crack!" Lisa shrieking, "Ow, fuck!" as Jenna twisted her nipples, pulling hard. Megan saw a riding crop and used it to strike Lisa directly on her sex several times before moving just a bit North and swatting her clit. After many paddle strikes to her ass, crops to her cunt and clit, and Jenna's double-twist of her nipples, and questioning, "Why?!" Lisa screamed, "Daniel made me set up for him to film it!"

Daniel, quiet in the back, flinched, his guilt stark. "James first," Jenna said menacingly, saving Daniel's fate for later and giving him time to contemplate it. James hit the table, legs past 90 degrees, ass up, balls dangling, piercings glinting. Lisa, not a fan of men in general, and being punished, knelt between his thighs, forced to lick his pubes clean, tongue tracing his hafada ring. Forced to clean his asshole, her grimace was clear. "Suck him," Jenna ordered. Lisa gagged, retracting his foreskin and sucking his Prince Albert for 20 minutes of wet slurps. James groaned, "Fuck, yeah!" as the women jeered, "Look at her choke, hates cock!" Her humiliation burned, Daniel watching silently, wondering what they would do to him, the instigator. Lisa was able to get some of her own back as she made the waxing as painful for James as she could without alerting the other women. She knew that if her increase in waxing pain were noticed Jenna would give her cunt and rear passage to a string of unknown men.

Daniel, waited in dread until his turn finally came. His legs were strapped wide and pulled out until he could feel the muscles of his inner thighs pull painfully tight, anus gaping, piercings swinging, used panties stuffed in his mouth. Lisa licked his anal cleft, tongue probing his hole, "Ugh, nasty!" then sucked his cock, her disgust palpable. Jenna produced capsaicin lotion, "Payback, ladies." Gloved up, Sarah smeared it on Daniel's glans, white globs stinging, "Mmph!" She made sure to cover the entire helmet and pushed some of the capsaicin down his pisshole for good measure. Megan matted his scrotum with the lotion. When she was done, the burning cream was so thick his ball sack looked like a blob of batter in a bakery shop. Laura fingered his rectum deep, ensuring that his insides were well coated, as well as the rest of his crevasse. "Scream, traitor!" Jenna yelled as his muffled cries, gagged by the soiled panties, filled the room, as fire erupted throughout his crotch. They watched the rest of the video while Daniel thrashed, in an hour of agony. Daniel writhed, the capsaicin's fire a lesson in betrayal.

Waxing followed, with capsaicin mixed into hot wax. Lisa, threatened with worse, sat on Daniel's face, his tongue forced into her asshole, her weight crushing as she leaned forward between his legs and ripped wax slowly, being non too careful about hitting his balls and scraping along his cock, each strip a torture. "Aaaagh!" was the sound heard muffled into Lisa's snatch, his groin and crack blazing. Bleach came next, capsaicin-laced, slathered from scrotum to rectum, "Fuck, it's burning!" Thirty minutes decreed Jenna, but Laura said, "Ride home'll do."

Nude, they staggered to the minivan, James knelt, tonguing Claire; Daniel, wrecked, licked Sarah and Megan's cunts and asses, his asshole ablaze. Laura drove, hitting bright streets, "Show 'em, sluts!" headlights flashing their shame. At home, James dressed; Daniel's bleach needed scrubbing. Laura took a stiff brush, sawing his enflamed crack as he spread, his ass further destroyed, he screamed, tears streaming as the women left, his betrayal seared into his flesh.

Chapter 17: Cabin Fever -- The Retreat

Winter dragged on, the luncheons growing ever more depraved until late March brought a retreat. Daniel persisted as their weekly servant, arriving nude at luncheons save for his cock cage, his weighted balls swaying as he ferried trays of food, and poured drinks. His tongue was a relentless offering; he always offered oral service to all the women, front and back, at any time of the month. James and Claire, locked in a ceaseless sub-dom rivalry, bore escalating marks, his scrotum drooping from the heavy piercing and several added scrotum weighted rings, her inner labia pierced twelve-fold and hanging out from between her outer labia, and her nipples always painfully erect with the daily vacuum bulb treatment now causing them to protrude over an inch.

Monthly waxing sessions at Jenna's salon turned vicious, Sarah's slit derided as a "flappy taco," Megan's as a "drippy gash," Claire's as "mud flaps." James and Daniel faced separate waxings, their sacks mocked and stretched under Laura or Sarah's gaze.

Mark and Bill, swapping and training Sarah and Megan since last August, had reshaped their once-traditional wives into depraved sluts, having tried group fucks and finally moving on to piss play. Sarah and Megan had grown accustomed to the visits and began anticipating the variety. Yet in the group, Sarah and Megan stood defiant and dominant at the luncheons with the other women, their foursome interactions a known but seldom-seen outside activity, balancing submission to their husbands with dominance over the group's slaves.

Elise visited Sarah at least once a week during the day. Sarah also always arranged a few visits with Mark there to watch. She had begun to notice that Mark sometimes seemed to like being teased more than the sex itself. She'd loudly and graphically have her way with Elise, send her away, tease Mark a bit more, and then deny him by locking him in a cage.

The Holidays, family travel, and some nasty winter storms had cancelled some of the luncheons, and by the end of February, everyone was eager for spring. Claire and James spent at least an hour every weekday and all weekend when at their cabin working on each other, trying to come up with ever more imaginative ways to dominate each other. The lunch group and even the husbands enjoyed hearing their tales from the mountain cabin, and all jumped at the chance to spend a long weekend there when Claire and James proposed it.

Claire and James's mountain cabin was about a hundred miles or more West of Willow Creek, a two-hour drive from the city, followed by a 10-minute dirt road trek from the county highway. It was nestled in pines with a vast backyard, shrouded in privacy from curious eyes, and where screams could vanish into the trees unheard by outsiders. Though Claire and James always held the details close, the group was intrigued by a hinted-at stone-walled dungeon under the cabin. The group's anticipation grew, each imagining the cabin's depravities.

Arrival and Introductions

On Friday, the day before the first warm spring weekend in late March, the mountains shimmered with sunlight, drawing the luncheon group to Claire and James's cabin for a four-day descent into depravity.

James and Claire had traveled to the cabin on Thursday, cleaning, hosing the front and back porches, setting out summer furniture, stocking supplies, and rigging the dungeon for their grandest party yet. Guests loomed: Laura and Daniel, Sarah and Mark, Megan and Bill, and Jenna and Lisa, the waxing duo, arriving on Friday. Elise, delayed by work, would join Saturday's torments. Tara had sent her regrets but begged to be included in the future.

Friday's sun blazed as the foursome's SUV jostled up the dirt road, Sarah, Mark, Megan, and Bill crammed together; for all the world, apparently two "normal" couples. Mark bragged through the dust, "Sarah's a rimming pro now, she could teach a class," while Bill grinned, "Megan takes your thick cock like it's easy, but Sarah's mouth's tighter." Sarah snapped, "Shut your mouth, Mark," and Megan growled, "You're both pricks," but the men pressed on, talk shifting to James and Claire. Mark pondered aloud, "They're both subs, how do they pick who's dominant?" Bill shrugged, "No clue, they're always flipping."

Laura and Daniel cruised the two-hour drive, his scrotum spilling from his fly at Laura's command, pants button hooked, belt cinched tight, zipper teeth gnawing his sack, balls bulging purple. Laura smirked at his grunts from the passenger seat, occasionally reaching over to squeeze or smack his trapped balls, "Wriggle pig-make those balls squirm," delighting in his discomfort as they echoed the foursome's debate about James and Claire. They arrived just after the SUV, the foursome unloading to get to their shared room. Claire greeted them from the porch, nude, her twelve labia piercings each bearing a two-pound weight on six-inch chains, clanging like bells as she descended to hug her guests. Megan recoiled, "What's with that noise?" Claire led them up to the front porch, pausing to hoist one leg high to the next step, exposing her distended labia, two inches of reddened flesh drooping beneath her gaping sex. "James wants them stretched long," she said proudly, "inches down, a permanent slut slave mark. "Call me 'Mud Flaps' all weekend, please. It will make James happy."

Daniel hobbled from the car, opening Laura's door, his sack still pinched. Sarah called, "Hey!" but as Daniel started toward the porch to greet her, Laura glared, "What are you doing, slave? You know the rules, slaves are always nude on the property." He stripped instantly, pants and shirt flung into the trunk, slamming it shut, standing nude, piercings glinting, balls bruised.

Inside, hellos rang amid creaking wood until Megan asked, "Where's James?" Claire pointed out back, where James hung spread-eagled under a trestle, a hulking wooden frame like a swing set sans swings. He faced away, clad in a full women's pink bikini, top stretched tight over his flat chest, bottom a thong with a one-inch-by-one-inch triangle barely visible, the rest buried deep in his crack. She explained that this was for tan lines to shame him at their summer nude beach trip. Claire smirked, "Daniel, fetch him," grabbing a buggy whip left by the trestle. "Watch, I've been practicing." She cracked it twice, red welts blooming on his cheeks, spilling from the thong, his moans lost in the breeze.

Untying him revealed a mess, his reverse Prince Albert was locked to his navel ring, cage pointing up, chest slick with piss from hours bound, reeking sourly. His scrotum sagged, stretched by three one-inch-wide heavy rings encircling it, plus a two-pound piercing ring at the base. A ten-pound spiked ball attached to the ring with a four-inch chain, dragging it eight inches down, halfway to his knees, swung with every shift, the spikes tearing up his inner thighs.

Claire ordered Daniel, "Hose him off, keep the bikini, thorough on those balls." Daniel grabbed the hose nozzle, blasting piss from James's chest, then targeting his cock and balls, the weighted sack pendulumed wildly, James groaning, "Fuck, stop!" before Daniel scoured his back and reamed his asshole with the water pressure, the bikini clinging wet.

In the main room, James dripped, bikini sodden, as Mud Flaps spoke with twisted subbie glee. "James wants my labia flapping; I'm shrinking his cock to a nub with tighter and tighter cages and stretching his balls to his knees with those rings and weights, permanent slut sub marks for all to see. The bikini is for tan lines, nude beach this summer, he'll flaunt girly lines, a cage, and piercings, and I'll have my piercings and hanging labia flaps." Laura tugged Claire's weights roughly, saying, "A neighbor of mine is having labiaplasty just to trim back half an inch; Mud Flaps'll snag in a storm!"