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"Here, let me show you. Laura has such lovely tits I think we should highlight them."
She has the kind of tits that are more like globes than cones. They actually are bigger around in the middle than at the very base. It allows one to wrap a cord or rope around the base and make them stand out even more. I wound the somewhat rough finished cord tightly around the base of first one, then the other. Then I made a figure eight out of it in-between her tits and finally going around her trunk right above and below her breasts fashioned a halter-like device that tied behind her back. I finished it off by bringing her hands together behind her back and tying the ends around both of her wrists. It meant that if she let her hands sag, it put even more pressure on her tits.
It caused her tits to be thrust out and up, even more so if she didn't keep her hands well up her back. And the best part was that the tightness around the base acts much like a cockring does on a man. It keeps blood trapped in the boob, making them harder and bigger and certainly much more sensitive.
"One final touch" I said as I went and retrieved the adjustable nipple clamps and weights on springs.
I showed John how they worked and suggested he put them on.
He fumbled a bit, but got them adjusted and in place.
"Too tight?" he asked gently.
Hmm, not a good sign I was thinking to myself.
"A little" Laura replied sweetly with a smile.
"Tough shit" he growled and tightened each one just a little more.
Ah Ha! Hope for this boy yet!
I showed him how to attach the weights and once mine was attached, I dropped it a little and watched her grimace as it bounced.
John attached his, gently lowering the weight so it didn't bounce, then at the last second pulled it down about an inch and released it so it bounced even harder than mine had.
Both the bouncing and the surprise caused more than a grimace, she yelped.
Yup definitely hope for this boy!
We strolled down to the same spot on the lake where the tree was. John and I chatted and I told him about the place as if Laura, who was following behind, wasn't even there. I set a moderate pace. One that wouldn't be too taxing on her, but one that was faster than she would have liked. Every once in a while I'd glance back and see how she was doing. I could see the discomfort on her face and noticed that her tits were getting a nice angry red.
It had been a pleasant, short walk for John and I and what I'm sure seemed like a five mile hike to Laura.
I showed John the old swing rope and released Laura's hands only to retie them over her head as I had the time before. This actually relieved a little of the pressure from her tits.
I removed one of the clamps and she jumped and grunted as the blood rushed back into the abused nipple. I explained to John how that worked. He quickly removed the other one and studied her reaction closely.
I pulled out my knife which gave John a worried look until I explained what I was going to do next. We went to the tree and cut several branches and then teasing Laura by telling her not to wonder off, John and I went down to the edge of the lake to be out of earshot.
I trimmed a nearly perfect crop, much like the one I'd fashioned from the tree before. I explained it's use and danger to John and told him it was what had made the nasty welts on Laura's ass last time. I reemphasized how easily you could break skin with one. I told him I had a plan for it's use on Sunday and not to worry.
During my discussion I had taken several practice swings knowing full well that Laura would be watching and I was sure of the thoughts going through her head.
Then I showed him another use for willow branches. One I intended us to use right away. If you take the shoots from the very end of the branch, they are more like string than a twig. You can then bundle several together and make a flogger that is like a miniature cat o' nine tails. By not removing the leaves, you pad it somewhat so that it inflicts less damage.
In the extremely sensitive condition of Laura's tits, these would sting like Hell and leave nice stripes, but they wouldn't injure and she'd recover much quicker and without the bruising that the crop thrashing had left.
We returned to the strung up damsel.
There was a look of apprehension in her eyes.
"Scott, I told you about the cane" she said warily.
John looked puzzled again. I addressed him first "When Laura and I discussed limits for this weekend she told me that the crop was over the line. With a safe word she could make me stop, but the goal is for us to push her as far as we can, but not make her use her safe word. If I were to use this on her, it would be a violation of the trust she put in me.
"So sweetie, you don't have to worry. I'm not going to use this on you. It's just in case you need a little extra discipline any time this weekend by displeasing your husband."
They both looked confused, but neither said anything. As usual, I had a plan.
"For now, John and I are just going to have a little fun with your tits!"
I took one of the two floggers I made and lightly flicked her right boob, focusing on the nipple.
She gasped.
"Surprised at how sensitive they are?" I asked her.
She shook her head yes.
"You see John, you wife's tits are not just lovely, but she enjoys having them abused a bit. Something I am only too glad to do for her. AND to help you learn how to do this for her as well. But bound like this and so fully stretched and engorged as they are, they will be extremely sensitive and I believe Laura is about to have a whole new experience."
"Watch"
And I started slowly and easily using the flogger all over her tits. As I'd explained to John, I started so that the softer middle of the flogger landed on the most sensitive part of the breast, like the nipple or soft underside and the very tips, which stung far more where landing on the slightly less sensitive tops and sides.
Slowly but surely I increased the speed and strength of my strokes. She was starting to moan and now some of the lashes were leaving white stripes on the darkened skin, which after a few seconds turned a darker red even than the surrounding area.
I was giving her tits a real good going over and she was starting to jump around a bit and was crying out.
"Oh, OW! OW that hurts! OW!"
I stopped and breathing deeply she looked up at me, clearly surprised I'd stopped.
"Now my friend, it's your turn." I said, looking at John "This is the fun part because you get to see how much she is enjoying it!"
"How do I know how hard?" he asked, though not tentatively.
