Part 3:
Lukey's reward is Carla's ultimate punishment
As soon as Carla had left the room, Gerry said, 'Get up and stand in your slave-place by the column.'
Lucas leaned against the iron column, which had a welcome coolness.
'OK, so Carla's loving it,' Gerry explained. 'Making her watch while I get licked by a man, it's super-extreme humiliating, which she likes, as you may have noticed. But I don't want her to start worrying I'm getting a serious taste for men, so just stay over there and wait for orders.'
She got up from the wicker sofa and ran her fingers over her buttocks, and chuckled. 'I've got embossed all basket-weave.' She turned round to show him. As well as being wicker pattern, the cheeks of her rear were rose-petal pink. 'Do you think that's sexy, boy? Does it make you want to fuck me from behind?'
Lucas gulped. 'Yes, Ms M.'
Gerry twisted her upper body so that she could inspect Lucas. She had a mocking smile. 'Poor boy. You look so desperate. Your cock's standing up all cocky and your face is all yearning and flushed, even though you've had all you're going to get from me. You know, I'm actually finding it weirdly empowering. I suppose it's revenge on all the stupid straight men who've fancied me in the past. Still, go on being good and I'll arrange something nice for you.'
There were three large scatter cushions on the sofa, covered in a faded pattern of life-size pineapples. Gerry placed one in the middle of the sofa, sat on it, and said, 'Oh yummy, here comes my wine.' Carla had re-entered the greenhouse.
After taking the glass from Carla and slurping a mouthful of wine, Gerry said, 'Cunt-slave, kneel in front of me. Sideways on. Head in line with my knees.'
'As you wish, Ms M,' said Carla as she lowered herself to the tiles.
'Good. Now, cock-slave, kneel facing her.'
Lucas knelt.
'You two are going to put on a little show while I discuss with my pussy exactly how to discipline you next. Get closer. Lean your faces together.' Gerry paused for more wine. 'Now stick your tongues out.' A sip of wine. 'Good. Now lick each other's tongues. And don't stop until I say so.'
Carla shuddered and closed her eyes. Lucas eagerly leaned closer until the tip of his tongue touched the top surface of hers. He ran the tip over it.
'OK, Lukey, suck on it.' She took another sip and watched Lucas's lips close around Carla's tongue. 'Yeah, that's quite good. Now both of you rub them together.'
Gerry frowned thoughtfully at them as their tongues writhed over each other. After a few more sips she said, 'I'm getting more out of this than I expected.' Her free hand slid between the tops of her thighs. 'I want to see more wet. Get more saliva on your tongues. That's right. Really slobbery. So it drips off.'
'OK,' she said after enjoying the spectacle for a minute or so. 'Stop now. Cunty, tip your head back and open your mouth. Cocky, dribble some spit in her mouth. A whole lot.' She took an appreciative slurp of wine as she watched them do as ordered. 'Yeah! OK, cunty - now swallow it.'
Carla swallowed, and shuddered again.
Gerry drained her glass. 'Right. On your feet, both of you. Cock-slave, back to your column. Cunty, arrange the cushions and towel on the floor. Like I did for you the other day, right?' She stood up so that Carla could get at all the cushions, but then said, 'No, first get a condom from the tool-chest.'
Gerry caught Lucas's look of surprise. 'We put them on our toys sometimes. Saves a bit of cleaning,' she explained.
An energetic clattering was coming from the toolbox as Carla rummaged through it.
'Get a move on, slag!' Gerry ordered. 'Huh! His dick'll have shrivelled to a cocktail sausage by the time you've found a johnny.' Lucas's penis was losing rigidity and swung freely just below the horizontal.
'I am so, so sorry, Ms M,' said Carla in a tone of grovelling apology. 'They slipped down to the bottom, but I have found some, Ms M.'
'Any coloured ones?'
'Only this pink one.'
'Perfect. Nice and girly. Serve him right for being so male. Kneel down in front of him.'
'Yes, Ms M.'
'Now put the johnny on him.'
The prospect of being handled by an attractive woman made Lucas's penis rise like the jib of a crane.
'But Ms M...' Carla whined, from her position facing Lucas's penis.
'What?'
'Ms M, it's all... alive.'
'Put the condom on his dick, wimp!' said Gerry, so fiercely that her wine sloshed in her glass.
Lucas was now presenting Carla with a rigidly expectant erection. She bit her lower lip as she took the condom from its wrapper - labelled 'Jumbo' - looked twice at the glans presented to her, steeled herself, and managed to pop the condom onto the glans without her hands making direct contact with any part of him.
'Hurry up, bitch, or I'll make you do it with your mouth,' threatened Gerry.
Carla gulped, and quickly rolled the condom down the shaft of Lucas's manhood. Her fingers brushed against the shaft several times. Lucas's breathing became heavy.
'I've done it, Ms M.'
'Let me see.' Gerry stood and took two paces to inspect Lucas's sheathed, jutting, luminously pink sex.
'Hmm,' she said critically, and finished her wine. 'It'll do. Now the cushions and the towel.'
Carla picked up the black towel from the tiles and rolled it neatly, and placed the roll where Gerry pointed. Gerry put her empty glass safely under the sofa and lay down with her head on the towel. Then Lucas had a glimpse of her vagina and a puckered anus, duskily pigmented, as she raised her legs past the vertical, grabbed herself behind the knees, and tilted her pelvis clear of the floor.
Carla knelt down in front of Gerry to place the three cushions in a stack, to prop up Gerry's rear at an angle.
'Stay there, cunt-slave,' said Gerry.
'Thank you for letting me stay here, Ms M,' said Carla, her face a foot or two from Gerry's vagina.
'Now, bitch, would you like to lick me?'
'Yes please, Ms M.'