As another day bloomed on the tropical island, she couldn't help thinking about what the evening might bring? Was it possible to OD on kink? In the back of her mind she wondered if she could overdo it and become blasé? Certainly would not want that to happen -- she was enjoying this too much. She vowed to discus it with her new friends later. For now the pool beckoned and she stretched out -- enjoying the warm tropical sun.
When she wandered into the main building for lunch it was a continuation of the morning awakening. The exact antithesis of the night before! June had apparently had a change of heart, for Eric was sitting with her having lunch. June saw her enter and waved her over to join them. It was a little awkward sitting at the table with Eric -- this is the first time she had seen him in any way clothed and not in some way restrained. She looked around and saw Steve and Sharon enjoying an intimate lunch -- holding hands and looking every bit the happy tourists.
June saw her surveying the scene and understood at once. Laughing lightly she said "come on Cynthia, we can't run around being perverts all the time!" She was right and it brought a smile to Cynthia's lips. "You're right of course -- it just seems as if that's been the focus of everything over the past couple of days. It's completely overwhelmed me. I was thinking about that out by the pool -- perspective, perspective, perspective!"
They sat enjoying their lunch. No one was at any of the nearby tables so they could talk freely. Eric said little, deferring to June, who smiled as she observed Cynthia glancing at Eric. "Yes I'm sometimes a pushover" she admitted. "I know he is supposed to be locked up all week, but he was so very good last night, I decided to give him a break today. And besides, he's not totally unrestrained -- I never allow that".
Cynthia glanced at Eric who still said nothing, then seeing no sign of anything limiting his freedom, looked quizzically at June. As if her husband were not present June explained, obviously amused at Cynthia's unasked question. "My husband is a hopeless masturbator " she said. "If I don't control him, he's constantly playing with himself."
Eric was now visibly embarrassed as Cynthia gave him a sidelong glance. June continued, much to Eric's discomfort. "When we decided that we would live a femdom marriage, Eric gave me control of his cock and balls -- didn't you dear?" she asked her husband, who answered sheepishly in the affirmative, avoiding eye contact with Cynthia. "So, whenever he's not otherwise restrained, I have a couple of little toys that I use to make sure that he refrains from self abuse. He's wearing one now" June explained. "Eric, my dear, our friend is curious about how I control your dick -- why don't you explain to her what you're wearing and how it works."
"Yes Ma'am" Eric answered, recognizing the authority in his wife's voice. He turned to Cynthia and explained.... "Before we left the room today, Mistress locked my penis into a kali teeth ring to prevent me from touching myself without permission. It is a device that discourages an erection, and makes any touch to my penis painful. I'm required to wear it, or some other form of chastity device that we have whenever Mistress allows me to be otherwise unrestrained."
Cynthia felt the now all too familiar thrill as she listened to this man describe how his wife kept him locked up to prevent masturbation -- to exercise complete control over his sexuality. First last night, and now again she realized it turned her on to see a man submit and give up control. She fell right into her role. Ignoring Eric, she asked June what a Kali Teeth Ring was. Almost clinically June explained the device, telling her that it was a metal sleeve that was locked around the shaft of the penis, just behind the head, the interior of which was lined with sharp spikes. She went on to explain how when the penis was flaccid it was only mildly uncomfortable but that as the penis began to swell when becoming erect, the spikes would dig painfully into it. The more it grew, the more it hurt until finally, the pain would make the erection subside.
Cynthia was watching Eric with amusement as his wife was casually explaining to her the manner in which she controlled access to his penis -- controlled him sexually. He was clearly embarrassed at being discussed this way. "It really is quite effective" continued Julie. "Tease him a little and watch what happens. Cynthia looked around to see if anyone could see them, and finding that the plants behind the table gave them some privacy, let her hand slip onto Eric's lap, gently teasing. She felt the all too familiar twinges between her legs as she let her fingers play around his crotch, feeling the hard metal through the fabric of his slacks. Running her fingers along the shaft of his cock, feeling the outline through the pants, she felt it begin to stiffen at the same time that she heard Eric sharply inhale. "He's such a slut he can't control himself" Julie said as she watched her friends tease her husband's cock. "He knows how badly it's going to hurt, but he can't help himself.
"He looks like he's in real pain" Cynthia observed as she watched Eric try to move as little as possible, with beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. "Oh he is" smiled June. "I love to see my wonderful husband in pain. Later, I'll show you what's causing him to make such a fuss. It's quite diabolical in that he's the one causing his own pain!"
"Shall we go and enjoy ourselves?" Julies asked Cynthia who readily agreed. "Eric, you have the afternoon to yourself. "Julie ordered. "But don't think I've forgotten your misdeeds. I expect you to be in your cell, naked and restrained, before the sun goes down. I'm sure we'll be able to put you to good use later this evening" she told him as she gathered her purse to leave.
The two women wandered outside, enjoying the tropical sun tempered by the cooling breeze. Without even talking about it they found themselves walking toward Cynthia's room. Once inside Cynthia turned toward her friend -- no words were spoken -- they just slipped into each others' embrace -- hands searching and stroking, lips meshed, tongues intertwined. Moving over to the bed they were soon a lust fevered mess -- arms, legs, clothes all entangled, and neither of them caring. Cynthia found herself lying between June's widespread legs, ever so intensely licking at the soft folds, probing with her tongue, then taking the swollen clit between her teeth and pulling. As she relaxed her bite just enough so that the captive clit slowly slid out, rasping against her teeth, June explode into a convulsive orgasm, her juices soaking Cynthia's face as well as the sheets. Cynthia, knowing how sensitive it would be, simply placed her tongue against June's clit. Not moving, just a gently rolling pressure as she felt her lover's gradually subsiding spasms.
They lay quietly for a while, June enjoying the afterglow of her intense orgasm, just holding each other. Cynthia was aroused and unsated, but not concerned -- they had all afternoon. Besides, she was enjoying the gently building sensations caused by June's fingertips lightly teasing her nipple. So very nice. So unhurried. Just lying there, literally able to feel the nipple swelling and hardening as the fingers slowly circled and teased, and wondering where those fingers might end up next and how long they would take to get there.
June interrupted her erotic meanderings. "So are you ready to make your way to the dungeon this afternoon?" "Ummm -- always" she answered" feeling that little twinges that thoughts of play stirred. "Well have you given any thought to what you'd like to do?" her friend asked, now leaning over and blowing ever so gently on the same nipple she had been teasing. Cynthia could literally feel the nipples trying to explode -- she wanted so badly to feel June's tongue on it, but waited patiently. "You've played a little with the guys, and you've watched a lot" continued June, her mouth so close to the nipple that her breath as she spoke was sending quivers all the way down to Cynthia's pussy. "Would you like to put me through my paces, or would you like me to make you scream? June asked, ending the question by twirling her tongue around the nipple. Cynthia jerked visibly as the tongue touched her swollen nipple. She stopped to think. On the one hand it would be so much fun to have June at her disposal, to hear her moan and cry out in her restraints as she used a whip on those very sensitive parts of her body. On the other hand, memories of her first adventure came rushing back. Visions of herself being strapped down, open and exposed, while June exercised what Cynthia now knew to be a healthy streak of cruelty. It was hard to say if it was those thoughts, or June's finger lightly teasing her slit that almost sent her over the edge.
Sensing her indecision, June told her that before she decided, she needed to be aware of a few things if she was considering submitting "First sexy lady, as I think you've seen, I play hard. I won't injure you. I won't leave any permanent marks and we can discuss ahead of time anything you really don't want to do, but outside of that, well let's just say that I will want to hear you scream!" Cynthia shuddered at the images that statement conjured up in her mind, at the same time, letting herself go to the wonderful feelings coming from her pussy as June continued to gently stroke and tease her. Not yet putting a finger inside her -- just making her crave it as she gently but incessantly stroked the outer lips.
