Ladies Luncheon Circle Ch 19 20

Ladies' Luncheon Circle

Chapter 19: Claire's Show and James's Break -- the "James Plan"

After Friday's trail torments, Saturday promised Claire's plan to break James. Elise arrived at Claire and James's mountain cabin very early on Saturday, having finished her work on Friday night. No one in the house was stirring, and except for a few used glasses, empty bottles, and a pair of panties lying around the fireplace, everything looked neat and tidy. Elise thought it would be nice to awaken everyone with the aroma of breakfast cooking, and proceeded to make a full breakfast that could feed a dozen. It worked, one by one, they plopped into the kitchen, grabbing coffee and availing themselves of Elise's cooking. The cabin's rustic kitchen belied the dungeon's depravity below.

As the group became conscious, Sarah noticed Elise scurrying around with kitchen chores in a sundress. Wanting to get the day's fun started, Sarah pointed out that wearing clothing in the house by a slave was a house rule violation. Elise responded that she had just arrived, and no one told her about the house rules, but Sarah was adamant and had her strip in the kitchen.

The rest of the group was still more interested in nursing their coffee but, nevertheless Sarah fetched an anal hook and rope and strung Elise tiptoes-high from a beam by the hook up her bottom and then used cuffs to secure her hands behind her back, pulling them upward to lock to a collar she snapped around her neck. Elise's body trembled, her submission a stark contrast to her earlier hospitality.

Sarah wanted to be fair in that Elise had just done all the cooking, so she asked Mark and Bill to feed her and give her some orange juice and coffee. In her unstable condition, ass pulled up, on her tiptoes, and with her hands pulled up behind her back the feeding was less than efficient. Mark and Bill didn't care much. They spooned food into her mouth and poured in her drink. Her wiggling and the men's fondling caused food and liquid to dribble down her chest onto her breasts. Mark and Bill "helped" by licking the juice, coffee, and food from Elise's chest. Lisa was ordered to calm Elise down by tonguing her. Elise's erotic dance became the breakfast show for kicking off the day. Saturday's debauchery and fun had begun.

Post-meal, Laura set the plan for the day, initiating Claire's master plan to break James. She directed, "Claire satisfies the women on the gyno chair or bench with James chained close, Lisa or Elise edging his nub. Men fuck Claire on the horse or in the pillory with James under her ass." As they finished their second coffee, everyone wondered downstairs. James understood that Claire had orchestrated the day so that his first orgasm of the day, if any were to be allowed, would be from a man.

Sarah chose the chair, her legs strapped and spread past 90 degrees, while Claire's tongue plunged deep between her folds. As Sarah's roars and shudders crescendoed into an orgasm, she yelled, "Oh fuck, again! I want another orgasm!" Meanwhile James was chained inches away from Sarah's twat and forced to watch his wife's tongue disappearing repeatedly into the aroused slit. With Lisa sucking his freed nub while watching Sarah's slit gape, her wet folds pulsing, his cock throbbing with 400+ days of pent-up desire since release, his horniness became a fire and his "straight" wall limit trembled knowing that with just a word he could plug into a warm cunt himself. His inner torment continued as Megan took the bench, ass up, urging Claire's tongue, "Deeper! I want three cums." Elise was now edging James orally, lavaging his cock and balls, keeping him close but never allowing any release, his tension further mounting, he internally questioned whether he could enjoy men?

Laura, joking, seeing this as a competition, demanded, "Four times!" As Laura also chose to mount the spanking bench, Claire's lips relentlessly worked her womanhood, the position forcing Claire's nose into Laura's recently bleached back passage. Feeling her nose, Laura, not too shyly, ordered a bit of tongue on her orifice. Meanwhile, James's dick was aching, and his resolve was fraying from the visuals and oral attention to his long-neglected "clitty." Laura managed two orgasms on the bench but elected not to go for four.

As the action was set to move from the sucking to the fucking, Lisa again balked, reiterating her disdain for men. Jenna apologized, saying there'd be a slight delay. With the help of Mark and Bill, Jenna lifted Lisa onto the back of the wooden pony. Most of the group had never seen one, certainly not in operation, and wondered how something so simple could work. This one, modeled after a medieval torture device, consisted of a triangular structure with a beam at the top, four feet long, its sharp ridge apexed to a point. The sides flared out such that anyone sitting atop the "pony" would have their legs spread wide, again much like riding a pony. A rather silly-looking out-of-proportion kid's stuffed animal head was attached with a stick to one end and a toy pony's tail at the other as an amusing homage to a real pony.

As Lisa was set down on the pony, with her hands cuffed to a collar, its mechanism became clear. The apex of the "pony's" back was splitting her cleft as she straddled it. This was predicament bondage without the bondage. She could try to use her legs to take the weight off her groin, but with no stirrups, it was hard to get any purchase. Using her thighs against the pony could produce a slight relief, for the limited time her thigh muscles could hold out, but the movement of her inner thigh muscles also seem to wiggle her slit deeper onto the pony's back somehow.

Soon, she was also rocking back and forth. Back to get the pressure off her clit as it was smashed against the peak, then forward to ease the resulting split of her anus instead. The whole time the beam seemed to be digging deeper, the pony was sawing into her entire slit from clit, through her sex, perineum, and finally her ass crack and asshole itself. Her labia were spread on either side of the apex, simultaneously wetting the ponies back and ensuring that they were stretched but at the same time offered no protection for her clit or holes.

The effect and similarity to riding a pony was amazing. With her thighs providing a slight up and down motion and her rocking in an attempt to relieve pressure on various parts in her slit she looked like she was really riding a pony. She looked like she was posting, a technique where the rider rises and falls in the saddle rhythmically with the pony's trotting motion, improving comfort for both the rider and pony. With Lisa, her rises and falls seemed to be spitting her slit rather than providing such comfort.

Everyone watched the display of Lisa's nude body, now covered in sweat with her cunt slickening the pony's back, posting away. It was quite entertaining and something most of them had never seen before. Claire, however, felt an imagined pony ride in her genitals. Jenna grew bored and reached up to attach nipple clamps to Lisa's slightly bouncing tits. When Jenna asked Mark and Bill to pull down on Lisa's legs to put additional force into her slit, Lisa knew where things were going and what she had to do to escape the torture, screaming, "Please, let me suck James!"

With Lisa finally induced to do her part in the "James Plan," Claire got herself locked in the pillory, bent at the waist, with her legs pulled apart by ankle cuffs built into the pillory stand. Mark's thick cock then stretched her sex, James, chained under the pillory, his face mere inches from his wife's dripping cunt, watched its girth split her pink flesh, veins pulsing, pre-cum glistening, his nub screaming.

Bill took the opportunity to get a little relief as he'd been waiting, by feeding his cock into her mouth held firm by the pillory. Lisa, fearful of the pony, relentlessly tongued James's "clitty," ever careful not to push him over the edge. After the pony she shuddered to think what the punishment for letting James cum would be. Daniel, in a rare released moment, elected to stay with the pillory and fucked Claire like a man who hasn't had his cock in a cunt in years. The price, a mixed creampie, was to lick out his and Mark's mingling cum from Claire's puss. James was in the perfect position to watch the white ooze drip, his mind a storm, his horniness clashing with fear and his masculinity slipping.

Hours into the plan, James broke, saying "Fuck me, please!" Claire had won. James would now be as much of a bi-slut-slave as she was. Nothing was going to be off-limits in their mutual submissive depravity. She quickly motioned Mark over, as she wanted to fully stretch James's ass and totally break him with the largest cock in the room. Having just fucked Claire, Mark needed some fluffing. She dropped to her knees taking Mark's cock into her mouth. As she tasted herself on his cock, she relished the fact that she was personally prepping this cock to emasculate her husband's asshole.

Mark wasted no time, and with everyone in the group at heightened attention for the long awaited event, rammed his cock ball-deep into James's asshole. Mark, wanting to humiliate James a bit for making him wait so long announced, "Tight slut!" as his cock continued stretching James's hole. Bill uninvitedly took his mouth, his recently used cock's salty head gagging him. James spurted untouched with a moan, with Claire then crowing, "Look at you cumming from having your boi-hole taken by a man! Looks like you don't need to be let out of your cage now that you can cum from being fucked like a girl. Bill says you also sucked cock like a pro, where's your manhood now, nub-boy?" His shame burned, he'd cum from men without his cock being touched, his nub made useless, it locked for life looming in his mind.

The dungeon fell silent momentarily, James's shame a palpable weight. Then Claire mused, "Ass-fucking works, huge dildos will do it now. Why unlock you ever?" James's thoughts churned. Permanent chastity terrified him, his identity was shattered, yet Claire's glee suggested she'd force him to service men, her taunts a whip: "Good little cock-sucker, locked forever, my anal slut."

Chapter 20: Dungeon Free-for-All and Laura's Fall

After James's breaking, Sunday promised a free-for-all in the dungeon's depraved arsenal, trying out all of James's and Claire's great sex toys, and generally just having a great time. The group marveled at the toys, enough for several people to play with simultaneously. The impressive larger devices, the cross, the pony, the spanking bench, the gyno chair, the cage, and the pillory all seemed custom-made. The wet area with the sink, shower, toilet, and bidet all plumbed into an old rock basement must have cost a fortune. They noted that the shower, toilet, and bidet were designed to provide no privacy in use and, in fact, seemed to be highlighted with very bright lighting. The whip and paddle selection was bigger than that of most sex shops, while the rubber, PVC, and latex area had things they had never seen before.

Bill and Mark wanted to secure the women to the spanking bench, gyno chair, and pillory but Claire having seen this kind of thing before admonished that if they did that the men would fuck them in all the available orifices, cum, and the fun would end way too soon. She suggested they start off slower and if they wanted to be sucked or fuck later than that would be a nice ending. "We can cum all day," Claire noted, "but you men take too long to recharge."

Meanwhile, Megan had picked up a strange, nearly clear "pair" of latex pants but couldn't figure out how they worked or even what they were. James explained that they were three-legged pants and that she should try them on. She stripped with a bit of a dance for everyone and stepped into the pants, picking two of the leg holes randomly. James stepped over and guided her legs into the two outer leg holes, making sure he let his hand run through her glistening lips in doing so. Claire laughed as she pulled up the latex pants and said, "So?"

James called Bill over and said, "You use the third leg." As he started to put his foot in the third leg, Claire lost it in convulsive laughter, with James telling him to strip first. After Bill stood there nude, unsure of what to do with himself, James helped him place his head in the third leg and secured the band around his neck. He found his face forced into Megan's cunt and the only air available was filtered through her slit. He had no choice but to lick her twat while incased in the steamy cunt-smelling hot latex garment. Everyone enjoyed the show of Megan thrashing about while Bill worked her sex with his mouth. He was left exhausted and unrelieved.

Jenna wanted to try the pants, so she started putting them on after Megan got them off, but Claire helped her and turned the pants around first. Lisa was recruited for the third leg but as her head was secured in the leg, she discovered that with the pants reversed her face was smashed into Jenna's ass. She dutifully started tonguing her asshole. Again, all stopped to watch. The lack of direct sound from the person doing the licking and the licker's nude body wiggling around in frustration seemed to heighten the show that Jenna, like Megan before her, was giving.

Claire, free from having her sex locked up for the first time in some months, wanted to take advantage of her freedom. She wanted the best orgasm possible and, as an expert, knew that riding the Sybian would give her the strongest orgasm possible and many of them. Claire selected her favorite attachment, a "G-wave." The G-wave has a short bulb-headed phallus attachment explicitly designed to directly simulate a woman's G-spot and a rubber rippled pad in front to rub the clitoris.

As Claire set up her ride and began to mount the machine, James had already started video recording the event from all angles. The ceiling camera would show how Claire would "post" on the device, displaying her entire body, front and back views, and facial expressions. The side cameras would show the bounce of her tits, and the two mini-cams built into the dais would show closeups of both her cunt and asshole throughout the proceedings. James said, "Let's make this interesting," and bent Claire's legs back and fastened them to the machine. Claire was now mounted on the Sybian with her legs locked at its side and the G-Wave impaling her. She could not get off. She looked remarkably set up like Lisa on the wooden pony, but she knew this would be an entirely different experience.

Mark suggested that before he turned on the Sybian, everyone might want to decorate Claire's tits. Claire, ever the sub, smiled at James for his thoughtfulness. Sarah and Megan opted for clothes pins around the base of her tits and large heavy bells hanging from her nipple rings. Before James turned on the machine, he let everyone know, including Claire, that he'd only turn it off when the group voted for it to be turned off. With a flick of a few switches, James started the machine on a pre-programmed cycle of vibrational intensity. Most had never seen a Sybian and were amazed at how quickly Claire was reduced to a sweating, screaming, orgasmic, out-of-control, cunt-focused slut. The machine's hum filled the dungeon, Claire's moans a primal chorus.

Even with the group standing around her in a semicircle watching her every twitch, she didn't even notice. The clothes pins on her tits and heavy bells caused her no notice, the machine fully consumed her. When the Sybian went into a low-vibration cycle, Claire would pant and bounce up and down, trying to get more friction, waiting for the machine to return to full intensity. It was amazing to watch. Claire went through four ear-splitting orgasms in less than 15 minutes. Claire's screams echoed, the dungeon's stone walls amplifying her ecstasy. The vote called for an end, though it seemed that the group, especially the women, were not as interested in stopping Claire as they were in getting their own turn now that they'd seen the Sybian in action.

Mark and Bill had grown impatient, having watched Megan, Jenna, and now Claire have incredible orgasms. They were less interested in fancy toys now, they wanted the women secured to the bench, gyno chair, or pillory so they could just fuck them now. Laura stopped the discussion with a boost that, "I run this, I'll determine who gets to play and how and who gets to cum."

The rest of the group had had enough; this was the second time Laura tried to take over. The first being when she tried to control her punishment after coming too quickly at the pussy-taste-guess bet last March. Determined to put a stop to Laura's autocracy, Sarah and Megan quickly locked her hand behind her and pushed her into the cage.

The cage was a stand-up type with only enough room to stand; it measured six feet high but only 18 x 18 inches in cross-section. The bars were open enough that one could torment a caged individual at will. Megan announced there would be a court to determine Laura's punishment, but that Laura wouldn't be allowed to advocate for herself or even be present. As the rest of the group, including some now very horny men, went off to decide Laura's fate, Megan attached strings to Laura's nipple rings and pulled them up, tying her nipples to the top cage bars, saying "we wouldn't want you to get bored, slut." Laura answered, "You bitch," and was left on her tiptoes. Her not unsubstantial breasts were now held pointing up, nipples high. She knew if she put her heels down, the rings in her nipples would rip out. She stood there whimpering, hoping they'd decide her punishment quickly; she didn't even care what it was.

Megan led the group back about 10 minutes later. Just in time, as Laura was sure she'd be unable to keep her heels up much longer. As Megan spoke, detailing the court's ruling, she played with the taut strings forcing even greater stretching of Laura's tits. Lisa took this opportunity of not being the low man on the pole to reach in a play with Laura's pussy, flicking her clit just to see the reaction. Mark reached in and roughly played with Laura's ass, his horniness was getting out of control, and he just needed something soon. He plunged a finger into her asshole while imagining his cock taking his finger's place.

Megan continued with the reading of the sentence. Laura was to be punished by anyone at will and used, humiliated, and displayed for the remainder of the weekend, was to ride home nude, and was to wear the same chastity belt she had been forced to wear for the same period of three months. You will serve at the luncheons, nude with Daniel or alone if Daniel is unavailable for the duration of your sentence. As usual, your belt will be removed for cleaning at the luncheons while we can watch you, so you don't play with yourself, and run through the dishwasher. Mind you, we'll have strict observation, you won't even be allowed in the bathroom unattended while the belt is off.

The court has shown some mercy. You will be freed at the guys' poker games after those not in our group have left, so that you can entertain our group. You will be entirely nude for the performance and will be allowed to play with yourself in whatever manner we decide. It might be only with your hands, or you might be made to debase yourself with huge insertables.

Sarah and I will visit you throughout the week, especially before poker games, and ensure you stay very frustrated. This will also ensure you put on a good show for the boys. You will be allowed, and in fact expected to, cum during your "show." This will be entertainment for the men, making up for frustrating them now. Further, you may be used as a blowjob prize for all the men at the games and maybe any women excited by your performance. Any questions?