Lydia stepped back. Stuart's slave, Sasha, had just given her a rocking orgasm and she felt entirely unsteady in her spike-heeled boots as a result.
"Would you like a drink?" Stuart enquired, ever the concerned host, ensuring he catered to his guest's every need.
"Thank you, yes," Lydia whispered. "Thank you for the use of your slave," she continued. "I'm quite impressed by the level to which you have trained her. Her tonguing technique is beyond compare."
"It's my pleasure to see you satisfied," Stuart said, handing Lydia a glass of champagne.
He stood next to his slave and stroked her hair lovingly then reached out to the cuffs still caught around her wrists at the back of her neck and unclasped the snap that connected them. Immediately Sasha wrapped her arms around his right leg and clung to him in a desperate display of submission, burying her head in his crotch. Stuart wiped the sweat from Sasha's forehead then withdrew his hand, signalling that her display of devotion had been noted. She released his leg, sat back on her haunches and rested her cuffed hands in her lap.
"That's enough for you for now, my pet," Stuart said to Sasha. He bent over and collected her off the floor then turned and carried her over to a chrome cage in the corner of the room. Stuart levered the door open with his elbow and placed the sagging girl inside on a luscious red velvet cushion. Stuart picked up the collar that lay on the floor and fastened it about her neck, then connected it to a silver chain attached to the bars on the side. Stuart bent into the cage, kissed his slave on the cheekbone, then withdrew and swung the door shut. "Rest, pet. You shall service me later." Stuart clicked the padlock on the door into place then turned his back on the girl in her cage and walked away. He would have no further thought for her until much later.
"Well Stuart," Lydia said. "You've been such a generous host. And I've thoroughly enjoyed the night thus far. I wondered if you would accept the pleasure my slave as a token of my appreciation?"
Stuart's head turned and his eyes landed on Lydia's husband-slave, impaled on a leather-covered wooden phallus against the far wall. His body was completely extended, his arms anchored above his head in cuffs attached to chains. Stuart noted the slave's cock was fully erect.
"Your slave seems to have become quite excited by the proceedings thus far," Stuart quipped. Lydia glanced at her slave.
"I've trained him to always be ready," Lydia replied. "But his cock is not needed right now," she continued. "I've placed him on the phallus for a reason. I find the best way to drive him into submission is through a good hard fisting. But his arse is hardly open, Stuart. The phallus has done some good, I’m sure, but I wonder whether you can help more?"
Stuart nodded his head. He knew what Lydia had in mind.
"Come," he said, mounting the platform against the wall where Lydia's slave was strung up. He loosened the slack on the chains and lowered the bar to which both cuffs and chains were attached. Thomas looked more than a little relieved - he'd been in that position for far too long - surely his muscles were screaming with pain? Lydia approached and signalled for Thomas to lift first his right foot, then his left, then pushed the block of wood under his feet. He was instantly elevated about ten inches - enough for Lydia to assist him in stepping off the phallus.
Stuart removed the spreader bar from between Thomas's wrist cuffs, then reconnected them together with a double ended silver snap.
"Follow," Lydia said, fastening the leash to Thomas's collar again, but allowing him to walk upright. She led him over to an ottoman by the sofa and indicated that he should kneel before it. Thomas bent to his knees, the muscles in his thighs and buttocks screaming from their recent torture. He tried not to wince in pain, but he knew Lydia caught the grimace that fluttered across his face. He saw her press her lips together in disapproval and knew he would pay for the mistake if not now, then at some later stage.
