Kelly Shaw tiptoed into Idaho's bedroom. The bedside table clock in Uncle Kurt's room had shown 7.50 in the morning and he had slipped downstairs, instructing the blonde teenager to rouse Idaho and get her down to the torture chamber. The 18-year-old crept up to the 38-year-old slave's side of the bed. Kelly's father, Brad, was snoring soundly alongside the lovely blonde woman. Kelly, naked save for a pair of black high heels, put her finger to her lips as Idaho opened her eyes.
"Shhh," said Kelly. "Uncle Kurt wants you down in the torture chamber with me right away - just brush your hair and put on some lipstick he said," the girl informed the sex slave. Idaho swept her legs out of the bed, allowing Kelly a glimpse of her lovely shaved snatch. In the en suite the woman swiftly brushed her hair, then quickly applied a dab of crimson lipstick and walked out of the bedroom, following the pert-buttocked teenager.
Once inside the basement floor's torture chamber, the two females found that a naked Kurt had pushed a bondage gurney into the centre of the room, its metal legs and black leather padding shining in the strip lighting. "Ah, good morning, Idaho, my dear, I trust you slept soundly?" the multi-millionaire beamed at his sex slave. "Yes, thank-you master," the woman replied, hopping onto the gurney and lying back on it.
The bench was shaped like a letter Y, the upper strokes of the letter for the recipient's legs and thighs, the lower part for her torso and head. Kurt attached velcro straps across the blonde's superbly tanned bronzed midriff, then similar ones across her uppermost thigh region. Idaho placed her head on a raised rubber pillow and laid her arms on the bench. Straps then went over her armpits and shoulders, pinning her upper body down. A pair of wrist straps completed Kurt's task and he surveyed her naked body with unabashed lust. His eight-inch penis was stiff and fully erect, despite an earlier energetic night with Kelly and her 35-year-old mother, the voluptuous Karla. The millionaire then stepped between the blonde's splayed thighs and put his foot on a pedal set in the base of a metal support on the gurney.
"The last person to use this bench on Idaho was shorter than me, must have been my wife," he told Kelly, "so I'll raise her a little to get the height correct." Kurt then pumped the pedal two or three times until the gurney was raised to a perfect position for cock-to-cunt placement. Kurt looked down at his watch and placed his hard-on against Idaho's vaginal lips. "Two minutes to go and the punishment curfew is over and we can get started, my dear," he smiled down at the big-breasted beauty. "Kelly, do you think there's a part of Idaho's body that looks, how shall I put it? - unoccupied?" Kelly smiled down at the blonde: "Do you mean her mouth, uncle?"
"Exactly," said her "Uncle" Kurt. "Why don't you ask her nicely if she'd let you sit on it?" Kelly lowered her face to the blue-eyed beauty's and whispered: "May I please sit on your face, Idaho?" The sex slave quietly replied: "Of course, Mistress Kelly." Kelly grinned: "Oh thank-you Idaho, you're such a good sport!" And with that the 18-year-old placed one foot in the stirrup hanging from one side of the head of the gurney and stepped over the slave, placing her other foot in its counterpart, ready to reverse face-sit the pinioned prisoner.
Kurt looked at his watch and said: "Thirty seconds to go. How's the view from down there, Idaho?" The blonde was gazing up at Kelly's neatly trimmed fair-haired pubes, glistening with arousal. "Lovely, thank-you master," she replied, and the words had hardly escaped her lips than Kurt called out "8am on the dot, we can start Kelly!" And with that the 45-year-old's cock slid up Idaho's cunt, while at the head of the torture bench the 18-year-old pussy settled squarely down on the woman's mouth. Kelly watched her "uncle's" slow fucking with interest, then realised this was the first time Idaho had tasted her pussy unsweetened by the "perfume" of urine. Raising herself off the woman's mouth, Kelly inquired: "How's that Idaho? Nice and tasty?" The woman replied, perfectly truthfully: "It's gorgeous, Mistress Kelly!"
The teenager sat back down and wriggled her seeping snatch across the mature woman's mouth. As Kurt pumped his cock into his slave, he cupped her lovely heavy breasts, then leaned forward, planted a full-lipped kiss on Kelly's mouth and then traced his tongue across her pert 34-inch breasts.
This was the catalyst for Kelly and with a low groan which later developed into a full-blooded roar, she came on the slave's mouth. As she did, Kurt could hold back no longer and pumped his semen deep into the beautiful blonde's love tunnel, grunting his pleasure as his ejaculate spurted into her. Kurt pulled his cock from the woman's dripping cunt and indicated to Kelly that she get off the slave's face. After she did, he stepped into the stirrups and placed his pink-tipped cock - its foreskin now pulled back to the ring thanks to the confines of Idaho's cunt - to her mouth. Idaho sucked him dry.
After the clean-up job performed on his cock, Kurt stepped away from the gurney and picked up a dildo-shaped electro shocker from an equipment table set against one wall of the finely-equipped chamber. "Time for your orgasm, my darling," he said, approaching the woman's snatch. He switched the tool of torment on and was just about to begin his devilish foray into the folds of Idaho's pussy when the door to the torture chamber opened and his wife, the lovely 35-year-old Barbara walked in. She was, like Kelly, naked save for red patent leather high heels. "Good morning, everyone," she smiled cheerfully, stepping up to Kelly to plant a kiss on her cheek, then to Kurt, whom she kissed full on the mouth. Then glancing at his cock remarked: "Come already have we?" Kurt nodded and laughed: "And so's Kelly!"
"That's the way to start the day," said Barbara, then she walked to where Idaho's head lay on its firm rubber pillow.
"And speaking of coming, little Timmy's just had his enthusiastic way with me and I'm just full of his cum juices, so before you give me an orgasm, I'm afraid you're going to have to do a bit of cleaning down there, Idaho." Barbara swung herself into place above the blonde slave, her buttocks pointing down towards the slave's breasts and settled into the stirrups.
"Hope that's OK with you, my dear?" she teased. "Yes, Mistress Barbara, that's fine," Idaho said. Barbara informed her: "I think there's some of his cum on my inner thigh, too, so you'd better clean that up first." Idaho started her hygiene task, first on the bronzed woman's thighs before starting to work on the semen seeping from her cunt itself.
Five minutes after Idaho had begun her task, Barbara sank her pussy lips onto the woman's mouth and started to graunch and writhe her way to sexual fulfilment. After her noisy orgasm, Barbara raised herself slightly and smiled sinisterly down at the moist face beneath her.
"Oh dear," she said, in mock sympathy, "I've just come and you know what effect the first orgasm of the day has on me, don't you my dear Idaho?"
"Yes, mistress," the slave muttered softly. "But I don't think Kelly knows - will you be so kind as to inform her, my darling?" Idaho took a big gulp and then explained to the teenager: "After madam's first orgasm of the day she is usually bursting to have a pee, Mistress Kelly."
Kelly, knowing what was coming, giggled. "And let me guess - she uses the toilet upstairs?" Kurt and Barbara both joined in Kelly's little joke. "Nah," laughed Barbara, "I figure why go all the way upstairs when I've got a perfectly good little pee pee potty right here, eh Idaho?" But Idaho did not reply; her mouth was wide open for the strong stream that jetted down her throat.
Kelly watched the display of ultimate female domination over another woman with fascination, then, when his wife had finished her ablutions, Kurt went to work on Idaho's pussy with the electric dildo, soon provoking her into a threshing, screaming orgasm. Putting the dildo back in its place, Kurt - stiff-cocked once more - started to unstrap his slave. "And now it's time for breakfast, I think," he said, and they all trooped upstairs.
After everyone had showered and generally tidied up they all arrived at the breakfast table. The adult males wore shiny PVC thongs, all the women except Idaho, who was nude, of course, wore skimpy little PVC bikinis. The exception to the cover-up attire was Timmy, who sported a racy little red open-fronted thong, through which his eight-inch erection jutted proud and stiff. "Timmy," said his mother, wearily, "I do wish you could dress for breakfast like the rest of us."
Barbara, who was seated on one side of the teenager, patted him on the hand. "Now, now, Karla," she remonstrated, "I think he's just trying to put on a bit of a show for Idaho." Timmy blushed and Kelly laughed.
"Anyway," said Barbara, "I think he looks lovely. Don't you think he looks lovely, Idaho?" All eyes turned to the naked blonde. "Er, yes, yes, I do, Mistress Barbara, he looks very lovely, indeed," she replied. "In which case you will wish to thank him for going to such lengths to impress you - when you've finished that piece of toast you can go down on him!" ordered her mistress.
Timmy felt his heart pound - his penis certainly did. Idaho chewed on the toast for as long as she dared then, catching a glare from Mrs Hunt, pushed her chair back and walked around the table to where the young man was seated. Timmy obligingly turned his chair out, away from the table, and presented his cock to her. Idaho knelt on the floor and took his penis into her mouth. Soon he was in grave danger of coming, but Barbara saw this and instructed her slave: "OK, Idaho, pull off now!"
After the breakfast things were cleared, Timmy was now even more achingly randy to play with the statuesque blonde than ever. "Er, excuse me, Aunty Barbara," he asked, "but do you think Kelly and I could go out and play with Idaho?" Barbara smiled: "Why not, my darling. You may take her out for a trip around behind the jeep, if you wish - nothing too fast, though. Idaho, fetch the rubber cuffs and the tow rope, put your boots on and the children will have the Jeep round the back, off you go now!"
And as Idaho walked to fetch the implements for her bondage and sex-chafing punishment, the 18-year-old twins whooped, both gave Barbara excited kisses on the cheeks and ran outside to get the vehicle from the garage.
"I don't know about you, Karla," said Barbara when the trio had left, "but I think it's about time for a swim?" Karla agreed and looked at Brad. "No, I think I'll get some binoculars and go upstairs and keep an eye on those kids."
"Great idea," said Kurt, "I'll join you." The two women departed for towels and a lazy swim, while Kurt and Brad went upstairs and with a pair of glasses each, knelt on the window seat's cushions to watch the kids playing the Jeep game with the tall blonde.
