He hadn’t, however, warned her the man at the table next to them might tell his submissive he needed a toilet, and she’d kneel in front of his cock and let him pee into her mouth.
Cassie had to look away to keep from gagging, and she was relieved when Isaac pulled her off her knees and into his lap with her back to the couple.
“It’s okay, Sweet Thing. I’ll never ask it of you,” he said into her ear so no one else would hear. “I know them and it’s their thing. She wants it as much as he does.”
Cassie buried her head in his neck and nodded, happy to be in his lap instead of kneeling at his feet.
He talked with some of the other people awhile, and she stayed quiet unless he asked a question and drew her into the conversation.
When a few people were playing, Isaac stood, settled her on her feet, and made a point of gently tugging her leash to walk her into the old pool.
“Anything grab your attention?” he asked, his mouth to her ear.
She looked around and her eyes kept returning to the stocks. She told him, and he led her to them.
He lined the bottom of the armholes with washcloths, and the neck hole with a hand towel before putting her in and working the clasp.
“You okay?” he asked as he stepped in front of her.
She hadn’t quite comprehended the significance of him being able to lock the piece over the top of her wrists and neck, or how it would feel to be bent over with no way to escape not only the stocks, but also the looks and stares of the people around them.
The position was both scary and exciting, and she nodded her head inside the stock’s neck hole. “Being around other people, it adds to it. It isn’t just you and me, there are others who are seeing me submit. Seeing you dominate me. It’s…different.”
“If it gets to be too much, tell me.”
His lips brushed her forehead, and his words calmed her. She could stop this at any time, and as soon as he reminded her she could, she realized she didn’t want to end it.
“I’m good, Sir.”
He smiled, gave her a quick kiss on the lips, and walked behind her.
Cassie looked up, saw several men watching from the area around the pool, and her face went hot as she dropped her gaze to the concrete floor of the old pool. She remembered what Isaac had said about single’s night versus couple’s night, and thought she might ask to come on Friday if they did this again.
She didn’t want to end things tonight, though. She just wouldn’t look up again.
Isaac’s hand landed on her bottom and she gasped and forgot all about the people around them.
Several dozen swats later he moved to a cane, and she moaned and said, “Fuck. Thank you, Sir.” She loved being able to cuss with Isaac. Frisco had let Cam cuss, but not her, and it’d rankled.
She sank into the sensations when he started with the cane, and then moaned when he stopped. Isaac put his hand on her back for assurance before calling out to someone. “Doug! You here alone tonight?”
The man walked to them and said, “I am, and who is this pretty little filly?”
“You know I don’t get into the horses like you. This is Cassie, and if you don’t have plans would you like to help me show her what it’s like to be flogged front and back simultaneously?”
“Can I talk to her?”
Isaac must’ve nodded, because the man stepped in front of Cassie and said, “I’m Doug, and I see your pretty collar. Does this mean Isaac can speak for you?”
Cassie wasn’t sure how to answer, so she said, “Sir?”
Isaac stepped in front of her and said, “Doug needs to make sure you’re okay with him flogging you. I’d like to let him flog your back while I flog your front. Would you like that, Sweet Thing?”
“I think I would, Sir.”
“We need to know for sure, little filly,” Doug said and then turned to Isaac. “I’m going to go check out the old playground, see if I can get a spot on the monkey bars. Bring her if she decides she wants to, but I’ll need to hear from her that either you speak for her, or she agrees to it.”
Isaac offered his hand and said, “Of course.” They shook and the other man walked away.
Isaac started taking Cassie out of the stocks and asked, “Yes or no, Sweet Thing? No shame in not wanting to, but if you do, I promise we’ll make it good.”
Cassie nodded. “Yes, Isaac, Sir. I trust you to take care of me, and to make sure it’s good.”
He stood her up and collected the towels and his duffel bag before wrapping his arm around her waist and walking her up the hill to the pool’s steps. “I’m going to take you into the room and get you ready for a double flogging. When we get to Doug you’ll need to tell him you want it.”
“I understand, Sir. I’m sorry I wasn’t clear before.”
“No need to apologize, you just need to realize there can’t be any vacillating. You either consent or you don’t, and the other men need to hear it from you.”
“If I told them you speak for me and then I changed my mind, what would happen?”
“Here? They’d go with what you said if you told them you didn’t want to. There are places, though, where if you say you belong to someone unconditionally, they’ll go with what the Owner says and pay no attention to the slave.”
The idea shot a spike of adrenaline and arousal through her system.
“Okay,” Isaac said as they stepped into the room. “Skirt and panties off, and bend over the bed with your legs spread.”
He licked her from behind until she squirmed, and then started playing with her asshole. She was a little tender from their play the night before, and his finger felt like a violation today. It was naughty and dirty and depraved, and she gasped, “Oh, please Sir! I’m not sure I like that.”
“But you wanted some experience back here.”
Yeah, she did, but the experience was different from the fantasy. The vibrating plug hadn’t been so bad, and she had to admit him pressing in even when she begged him to stop was kind of hot, but she couldn’t get over how wrong it felt.
She moaned and tried to twist away, but he held her around the waist with one arm as he worked on her with the other hand.
“Stand still and accept my finger in your pretty little bottom, Cassie.” His voice was harsher, and there was no doubt it was an order. He softened his tone to add, “If you safeword I’ll stop, otherwise I’m going to assume you want to beg me not to and have me do it anyway.”
His finger slid all the way in and she climbed on the bed on her hands and knees. He held her firm though, so she didn’t get very far and his finger didn’t leave her bottom.
“Oh no. I expect you to stand and take it this time.”
He stepped away from her and turned to show her the paddle she’d hated, the last one he’d used when he’d gone through them from sting to thud.
“Four strikes for running from me.”
“Please don’t, Sir! I’ll stand still!” She’d wanted someone to punish her when she misbehaved, but the reality sucked.
“I’m sure you will. Get back into position and take your licks like a good girl.”
Standing bent over the bed, waiting for the paddle, was humbling.
“Why are you being spanked?”
“For running from you after you told me to be still, Sir.”
Cassie held her breath for the first, but then screamed for the next three.
Isaac put the paddle on the bed where she could see it and said, “If you do it again you’ll get five strokes.”
Okay, pain for the sake of punishment fucking hurt, but was kind of hot, too. She’d thought it would be different, after watching Frisco and Cam. Experiencing it wasn’t as fun as she’d thought, and in fact wasn’t fun at all, but now that it was over? She wanted to fall on her knees and do whatever he asked of her.
He rubbed her bottom and said, “You’ve learned your lesson, and you’re going to stand still and let me play with your bottom, aren’t you?” Tonight his vo
ice was warm whiskey with honey, and his tone sent even more blood flowing towards her girl parts.
Cassie nodded and said, “Yes, Sir.”
She planted her feet, arched her back, and tried to offer herself.
“Oh yes, that’s my girl.”
He patted her bottom and stroked through her folds with his bare hand, and then pressed a gloved finger into her bottom. She hadn’t seen him put the glove on, but was pleasantly surprised it was a little easier to take than his bare finger. Less friction, maybe?
She gasped and wiggled her toes, determined to please him this time.
He worked two fingers into her a while, and when she finally relaxed as much as he wanted, began pressing something else into her.
“This is a different kind of plug. It’s designed for longer term wear so it won’t spread you open as wide while you’re wearing it. The inside part is bigger though, so we’ll have to work a little harder to get it in.”
Cassie breathed through it, but eventually begged him to stop pushing. He fingered her pussy with his other hand until she was so close to coming she couldn’t see straight, and then pushed it in and slapped her ass as she screamed.
When she quieted and begged him to take it out, he said, “It’s in and your asshole’s practically closed again. It’s open no bigger than one of my fingers, which you can take with no problem.”
“But the inside part is so big! And I can feel it. Inside!”
“Yes, and you’re going to feel it a while. Stand up, let it shift around a little.”
She did, and yelped as her rectal muscles clenched around it.
“It feels like I need to go, Sir.”
Isaac smiled. “Yes, I know.”
He took a few minutes to put wrist and ankle cuffs on her and said, “Put your underwear back on, but not the skirt. You’ll probably want your sandals, too, and then we can go find Doug.”
Walking with the plug inside her bottom was awkward, but Isaac seemed to know it would be, and went slow until she got the hang of it.
He stopped as they neared an old playground area. “Why do you have a plug up your bottom?”
“Because…” She shook her head, not sure of the answer he wanted. “Because you put it there?”
“Close. It’s there because I want it there. You’re mine while we’re here. You agreed to wear my collar and follow my orders within reason. I want a plug up your ass. I want you to know it’s there because I put it there.”
His words lit a fire inside her and she closed her eyes a second to find her equilibrium before saying, “Thank you, Sir.”
“What are you going to tell Doug?”
“I’ll tell him I’d very much like to be flogged by two people at once, Sir.”
He kissed her forehead and led her to the old monkey bars.
Doug was helping another man bind his wife upside down on the slide. He motioned and held a finger up to Isaac and Cassie as they neared, and finished helping the other couple before walking to Isaac.
“Time for this beautiful bra to go into my bag, Sweet Thing,” Isaac told her.
Cassie had seen some other woman totally nude, and had figured she’d likely end up the same. She was thankful he’d let her start out in her underwear, as so many women had come out naked right from the start.
Chains hung down from most of the monkey bar handholds, and Isaac clipped her wrist cuffs high enough she nearly had to rise on her tiptoes.
She gripped the cool chains in an effort to pretend she had some control, though she knew if she let go she couldn’t pull away.
He pulled a bar from his duffel bag and telescoped it out, and she closed her eyes to keep from rolling them. Of course Isaac would have a portable spreader bar.
Doug watched as Isaac stooped to connect her ankle cuffs, and then walked in front of her to say, “Okay little Filly. What is it you want?”
“I’d very much like to be flogged by two men.”
She looked to Isaac. “Sir? Should I use some word to show respect? I know I do with you, but…”
He smiled. “But we didn’t discuss how to address other Doms. How about you call him Mister Doug.”
Cassie looked to the other Dom and said, “I’d very much like to be flogged by two men, Mister Doug.”
Isaac double-checked the connections at her ankle cuffs, stood, and told Doug, “She prefers sting over thud, but can take a great deal of both once she’s properly warmed up. I have her stewing a little now, it shouldn’t take too long before we can have some fun with her.”
Doug nodded and looked at Cassie. “What’s your safeword?”
“Arabesque, Mister Doug.”
“She also says a string of the word ‘bad,’ occasionally, which is her way of letting me know it’s a bad pain, not a good one.”
Isaac looked at her and back to Doug. “She understands letting me know it’s a bad pain won’t stop the scene if I intend for it to be so. If she wants to stop the scene, she says arabesque.”
Doug was in jeans and a black t-shirt, and he looked friendly enough. His light brown hair was cut like most businessmen, and he looked like he hit the gym at least a couple of times a week.
Cassie cut her eyes to Isaac, who wasn’t in his customary dress pants, dress shirt, and tie. He wore dark jeans, a white shirt, and what looked like black hiking boots. His dark skin showed through the snug white shirt, with the outline of his nipples and ab muscles showing prominently.
“Doug is going to start flogging your back and let you get into it before I start on your front, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The first two strikes came as a one-two punch to her left and then right shoulder. Doug paused a few seconds, and then started again, but this time went in some kind of continuous loop so there was no break. Right, left, right, left, right, left…
Cassie moaned in bliss and Isaac leaned down to kiss her.
The dual sensations of the flogger, and Isaac’s commanding mouth taking over her body, directing her head, opening her lips, invading her mouth…so much going on, so much to process, and she was totally at their mercy.
She tried to put her legs together in an attempt to get some pressure on her clit, but the spreader bar wouldn’t let her and the movement only reminded her of the heavy plug in her ass.
And her empty pussy, aching to be filled.
By the time Isaac stepped back and swung the flogger, Cassie was ready for it.
Or, she thought she was, until she realized a breast flogging was completely different from one on your upper back.
Isaac alternated his technique, so sometimes both breasts were struck on the right side a while, then the left a while. Later, he might stroke them both on the outside, and then on the inside.
And sometimes? He only caught the nipples with the tips.
Doug was hitting her back much harder now, and Isaac had given him a different flogger — one packing a helluva lot more sting.
At times, Cassie actually begged them for more, or asked them to hit her harder. However, there were also times she begged for it to stop and fought her bonds in a panic. She never felt the need to say her safeword, and while the pain was somewhere between good and bad a few times, was never tempted to tell them it was a bad pain, either.
When the flogging stopped, Cassie hung from the chains, her hands still gripping the now-warm metal, but no longer as a way to try to pretend she was in control. She gripped them now because she’d needed the stability when she fought her restraints.
Isaac walked behind her and caressed her back. “Beautiful work, Doug. I’m going to blindfold her and take her back to the pool area. She’s pretty far gone now, but if you’d like a chance to talk to her I can arrange something in the morning?”
“I’m good. If she wants to talk to me, let me know. Otherwise, express my thanks for allowing me to flog her for so long, and so hard. She’s a real jewel, Isaac.”
“That she is. Thanks for helping us out.”
Cassi
e heard him walking away and the next thing she knew, everything was dark.
“I want you to focus on me and not everyone else. I’ll carry you, so you don’t have to walk.”
She felt him removing the spreader bar and her sandals, and then his arm went around her waist as he disconnected her wrist cuffs from the chains over her head.
He lifted her and told her to wrap her legs around his waist, which she did. Her head rested on his shoulder, his arms around her holding her, and she moaned and had to bite her tongue to keep from telling him she loved him.
Common sense told her she loved what he was doing to her, but couldn’t possibly love him yet.
Her heart, though, argued the point, and said she could.
Once he started walking, she felt his duffel hanging from his shoulder as it bounced over one of her legs. It reminded her again of how big and strong he was, and she relaxed into him, trusted he had her, and thought about the connection between his will and the plug in her ass.
With her legs separated and wrapped around Isaac’s firm body, the plug moved and shifted inside her bottom. It had faded into the background during parts of the flogging, but now screamed to make its presence known once again.
“Oh good,” he said as she could once again hear his footsteps. They must have stepped from the grass to the concrete.
“Sir?”
“I was hoping the backbend table would be free. I assume you have no problems bending backwards?”
“I don’t think so, Sir.”
He stood her up and then told her to go to her knees. She did, but went down gently as her bare feet were on concrete. However, her knees landed on something soft, and she reached down to feel another towel.
“I’m right here, Sweet Thing.” Isaac said. “The backbend table is made of metal, too, and I need to cushion it for you.” A few seconds later he lifted her in the air, turned her, and gently settled her on her feet. “Scoot back a half step, please.” Something touched the back of her thighs, and he said, “Perfect. Put your hands over your head and lean back. I’ll hold you and won’t let you fall.”
Leaning back was scary, but Isaac had her and she trusted him. She went back, and back, and back…until finally her spine was supported by an arch. He connected her hands to something below her head and then slid her g-string off.
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