This is a continuation of The Party, and will pick up where it left off. All characters are entirely fictional
As I stared at Jasmine and her heaving breasts, I said, "What did you say?"
"I said, 'Who's going to clean up this mess?'" she repeated slowly.
I was still restrained by the rope above my head, holding my arms in place. And I was now staring at my wife in the chair in front of me, drenched in buckets of my cum. All sorts of retorts and comebacks were going through my head, but eventually I said, "Whatever you think is best, Mistress."
That seemed to please Jasmine. She said, "Very well. Gretchen! Heidi! Come in here."
With that, I saw a side door open, and the first woman out of the door looked familiar to me. She was from the party! She was one of the women wearing that red double "U" shaped pin. She had very long, brown hair, and she was rather tan. She also wore a corset like Jasmine, but this one was dark green. It elevated her breasts and brought them up as if on a shelf. Her areolas were light pink, and I could see the tan lines where the sunlight just barely missed her areolas. Her nipples were short and small, and her legs were shapely. She was pulling a leash with one hand, and at the end of the leash it split into two separate leashes. At the end of each was a beautiful, and completely naked, woman. I recognized both of these women from the party too!
But they had not been wearing pins. One was a redhead, with large, freckled breasts that bounced when she walked. She came toward us with her head down, but her thick, full red hair was jaw dropping. She was about 5'5" with alabaster skin and wide hips but she exuded a sexual energy. The other was brunette, and she looked slightly older. She was shorter with smaller breasts, maybe 34B. They were entirely natural, I had no doubt, as they were longer and saggy, and she had some stretch marks around them. Each woman had a collar, and there was a chain from it and the first woman with long brown hair was leading them toward us. They both approached my wife and then stopped on either side of her.
Jasmine spoke. "Clean her, and do it well."
Suddently, both women immediately started lapping at the milky fluid I had sprayed onto my wife. They lapped like they hadn't eaten in days, and when they got to her breasts, they lingered, and sucked on her nipples until they pulled the areola away from the breast. My wife started to close her eyes and moan softly. They continued with this tongue attack, greedily eating the cum. Then Jasmine said, "Gretchen, see how SHE tastes."
With that, the redhead quickly went down on my wife and started sucking and licking her pussy, which was wet with my load that I had sprayed onto her just minutes ago. She used her tongue to penetrate my wife, then buried her face in her muff and continued to indulge. Gretchen's face soon had my cum all across it, too. My wife arched her hips, still restrained but moving her pussy further into the redhead's mouth. This went on for a few minutes, but before long my wife started climaxing. The other woman started French kissing her, with semen dripping from her mouth into my wife's mouth. Then my wife started screaming "yes, yes, yes..." and the kissing increased. Gretchen began a tongue lashing, and my wife nearly bucked her away. Then the climax slowly dissipated, and the two women withdrew and stood obediently beside Jasmine while my wife continued to pant. Jasmine then slowly turned to Gretchen and caressed her breasts, then tugged at her nipples for effect. She then turned to Heidi and did the same. Both women seemed to receive this as gratitude for their service. Jasmine then spoke two words.
"Release Phil."
It was Heidi who came over and undid my shackles, and my arms dropped to my sides. My shoulders ached, and I wondered how long I had been in that position. She then undid each ankle. When she stood, she allowed her hand to slowly graze across my swollen sac. The sensation was electrifying.
"Now Phil," said Jasmine. "Walk over here if you don't mind."
I started to walk over, but found I had to walk like a cowboy who had ridden a horse for too long. My legs needed a wider stance to accommodate my ball sac, still the size of a cantaloupe. It felt heavy, and swayed back and forth with each step. I went over and stood in front of Jasmine. She sauntered to a table nearby and withdrew a purple vibrator. She turned it on, and it began to hum.
"A little demonstration of how sensitive your fluid filled sac really is," and with that she gently applied it to my enlarged scrotum. The shockwaves nearly bent me over, it was exhilarating. I watched as my cock went from limp to rock hard in seconds. I could see that if this continued, she wouldn't even have to touch my cock because I would cum from this sensation alone. But she knew this, and removed it, and I felt like someone just took away my favorite toy.
"Don't worry, you'll get off again. Rather quickly in fact," she murmured. She then went over to my wife and released her from her restraints as well. When Jasmine bent over, her breasts hung down in full view. They were magnificent, and I yearned to feel them and caress each one. She walked my wife over to a chair covered in a bedsheet. Jasmine whipped this off, and I saw the chair was a simple wooden chair but with a dildo directly in the middle of it. The dildo was fatter than the one on the fucking machine, and it was a transparent blue color. I also noticed it got fatter further down the shaft until at its base it was nearly the diameter of a wine bottle. At the base of each of the front legs of the chair, was a pulley with what appeared to be nylon rope going around it. At the end of the nylon rope was a nipple clamp. Jasmine began speaking.
"This is a fun one. Wifey here is going to sit on this dildo, at least as low as she can go. And each nipple clamp will be applied. The clamps are attached to nylon rope, which run down to a pulley, which is in turn attached to a machine under the chair. I have a remote that can cause the machine to pull each rope harder, or release tension if I so desire. Ladies?"
As if by remote control, Gretchen and Heidi grabbed my wife. My wife was resistant, and put up a good fight until one of them squeezed her breast hard, which brought her along to the chair. As if rehearsed, Gretchen bent down and started sucking on the dildo to lubricate it. She slurped and spit on it and sucked it voraciously. Then she stood up and both women stood on each side of my wife. They guided her down onto the dildo until it entered her pussy, and then pushed her further until she went down about three more inches. My wife was in a semi crouch, knees partially bent. I knew she couldn't hold this pose for too long. Then each woman grabbed a nipple clamp and pulled it and the nylon cord it was attached to, up to her nipples and clamped them. My wife yelped slightly. Her breasts were already glistening with sweat from her struggle, and her hair was damp where it fell on her shoulders. Then a thick leather belt was put around her waist, and a set of hand cuffs placed on each wrist. These were then attached to eyelets on the back of the leather belt, so her hands were restrained behind the small of her back.
"Now it really gets interesting," Jasmine exclaimed. She then nodded to her second in command, the long-haired woman I started calling Brown Hair, who went into the side room and brought out a table on wheels. At one end of the of the table was an apparatus that looked like a hang man that I used to draw when I was bored in meetings. It too had a nylon cord around the end of it and a noose. The bed was rolled right in front of my wife, but sideways so it was perpendicular to her chair.
"Get on," Brown Hair commanded. Seeing my situation was dire, I did as instructed, putting my head under the noose portion.
"No, no. That's not for your head, that's for your balls," Jasmine said.
I paused, which Brown Hair didn't like, and she slapped my sac, causing me to wince and assume the position on the bed. Laying on my back, she then attached the noose completely around my swollen balls. My wrists were then cuffed to the side of the bed, as were my ankles. I was helpless.
