Claire took a deep breath of fresh air, stretched out on a chair in her backyard. She was wearing casual stretchy shorts, a somewhat ragged t-shirt from her old university, and had just kicked her sandals free to wiggle her bare feet freely. Goodness, but that felt good after the long, and enforced enclosure within her knee high ‘domme’ boots. She shook out her brown hair from its ponytail, and spent a few minutes idly combing her fingers through it as she toyed with her memories.

Her basement had been rather busy, keeping not only the Lackey siblings, but also the lovely German couple, and her usual gatherings from her neighbourhood and Alice’s Club. She had taken stubborn, resistant, fiery Debbie, and made her into a submissive, compliant little fuckslut. She had taken bashful, blushing Andrew, and made him a horny, desperate puppy slave. Her foreign guests had had fewer training prospects attached to their stay, a simple five day descent into hedonistic and lust filled romps as Claire had bound and re-bound them, squeezing every last orgasm from their gasping, thrusting, writhing rubber clad bodies. Her pickings from Alice’s Club had tended to spend their time bound to her edging throne, or mummified in her bed to snuggle with, as she’d had plenty of energy to dedicate to ensuring her longer term prospects were properly broken in to playtime with Claire.

That month had been stretching it even by her standards, a true whirlwind of lust, pleasure, and ardent domination and submission all around.

Claire had kept Andrew at her home almost the entire time, absent her outdoor excursions with him where she trotted through the woods backing on her property. Taking the opportunity to tease him with vaguely kinky threats of involving Kate and Richard. Or teasing Richard with Andrew’s enforced prancing about when she turned his anal vibrator up to max, and playfully implied that was the position he was to find himself in the next time he tumbled into her clutches. Andrew was never freed from his rubber, though he occasionally was granted the privilege of serving Claire as a maid when her preferred girl, Melissa, couldn’t be found. The best part, from Claire’s perspective, was how squirmy and wriggly Andrew had become…especially once she made it clear that after that first evening of rutting and orgasms, he would not be cumming again. No matter how he pleased her, no matter how obediently he listened to his training tapes, no matter what he did.

Claire smiled, massaging at her neck now as she let her hair drape over the back of her chair. She had wanted his first time with her to be special. Part of that entailed making him understand just what a treat it was to get an orgasm from her. Most of the rest of her playmates already understood that, and so Claire could safely wring multiple orgasms from them each session. But Andrew…the boy was simply too much fun to tease. In his own way, he was rather similar to Richard, whom Claire loved to see locked and straining in chastity. Those two boys were their best selves when they were denied, and controlled. And, though they both put on a good show, they were some of the easiest little sluts to control the moment a collar was fastened around their throats.

By contrast, Debbie had been a much greater challenge. Stubborn and fiery as her brother was bashful and biddable, Claire had felt more like she was breaking in a wild horse than a new pet. Despite Debbie’s initial surrender that first evening, it had still taken most of the month to get her to properly submit to being Claire’s fuckslut. Debbie had also endured her fair share of chastity teasing and torment, though as Claire’s primary project had obtained far greater attention from Claire…and from Claire’s friends.

One of Claire’s favourite memories had been the first time she had taken Debbie to Alice’s Kink Club, pulling the squirming girl into the place on a leash, and watching her eyes go wide in shock. She had been especially shocked to realize that Claire had still expected her to properly suck and fuck Claire’s strapon in front of applauding and giggling audiences, but after a few discipline sessions with a flogger, she had eventually settled down. They had stayed there all night, edging Debbie along with tender fucking sessions until she was allowed to explosively release at the end while being taken by Claire, and sucking off Alice’s own strapon.

After such an incredible show, Claire had ended up taking Debbie to the club at least once a week. Parading her around to her friends, and showing off her new slave’s burgeoning skill set. Sometimes Debbie would be left, hooded, bound, and helpless, and forced to suck and fuck whichever dommes wanted to be pleasured. Other times, Claire used Debbie as bait, luring in another woman or man to try some bondage as the price for getting to grope Debbie’s rubber covered breasts or spank her tight butt. Indeed, one adventurous girl had lost an entire weekend for the right to get pleasured to orgasm by Debbie’s tongue. Once home of course, she got to prove her own oral skills to Claire and Debbie’s mutual delight.

What Claire was still quite pleased with was that during the entire nearly month long ordeal, neither sibling had ever realized that they were serving alongside a family member. That Debbie had been the one to silently check on Andrew’s feeding apparatus when the boy was crated up as Claire’s puppy bitch, without either being the wiser. That Andrew in one of his rare times as a maid had taken Debbie for an outdoors leash walk while the girl was in a gimp outfit. That the both of them had cleaned, and prepared meals, and gone for hours uncounted on Claire’s programming sybians…all without the faintest idea that the other was a captive, let alone right next to them. That, more than anything else, had delighted Claire. The delicious cat and mouse game enthralled her, and she was eager to try it again.

The glorious month of owning Andrew and Debbie had simply placed a marker down for Claire, and for the siblings themselves. Inevitably, such games would be revisited. For Claire had had to let them go.

Claire had released the pair of them separately, first letting Andrew scurry home after humping his way to a long denied orgasm, and then taking Debbie one last time with her strapon before bidding the blushing and thoroughly submissive young woman a very fond farewell. Claire had impressed upon both of them the idea that this was a secret only for her and each of them, that such games could occur again if desired, and that all they would need to do was beg to be taken again.

Half an hour after Debbie had made her exit a van bearing the Gordian Knot stenciling had carefully pulled into Claire’s garage. Two GK staff members had hopped out, greeting Claire with enthusiastic hugs and smiles, and then helped unload Chuck and Helen Lackey. The married couple had been freed from the resort’s restrictive rubber uniforms, but were clad only in their birthday suits, their respective chastity devices, their collars, their blindfolds, and sturdy wrist and ankle cuffs. The GK staff had bundled them into Claire’s house, securing them to separate chairs, and then bid everyone farewell. From the noises and moans coming from the van, the Lackeys were not the only visitors ending their stay that evening.

Claire hadn’t taken too much of their time, in her opinion. Just a few teases, as was her want, as she floated in between her two thoroughly exhausted and satiated friends. Helen got to burble happily to her about their experience while Claire caressed her face and breasts. Chuck mumbled about how much he enjoyed the bondage massages while Claire kissed the back of his neck and toyed with his nipples. Eventually Claire got Helen onto Chuck’s lap, allowing them to kiss and cuddle whilst she slowing stripped them of their remaining bonds. Eventually finishing with that, and thumping a bag of clothes down beside them, she handed the beaming pair their respective chastity keys and gave them goodbye hugs and spanks before giving them a similar offer. Gordian Knot, lovely place that it was, tended to be on the pricier side of things. Should they want a similar experience…they had only to give her a call.

“How was Andrew?” Helen had asked, her exit from Claire’s momentarily delayed as the real world began to reassert its grip on her thoughts, “He wasn’t a bother I hope?”

Claire had chuckled and patted Helen on the shoulder, “Andrew was a perfect gentleman. We hung out everyday just about, and really enjoyed ourselves. That boy just really knows how to make me giggle.”

“I’m glad! This was really incredible for us, so we both really, really appreciate you looking out for him.” Chuck had nodded his agreement as Helen hugged Claire.

“What are friends for!” Claire had chirped, her eyes twinkling, “Anyway, go home and relax. We can chat more in future, a longer and more…intimate…conversation about Gordian Knot and all things kink. I have some more ideas that you both might enjoy…”

With their departure Claire was left to celebrate. She had skipped happily down to the dungeon, fairly bursting with pleased joy, and leaped into one of her still occupied beds. The rubber clad girl within, a jogger she had snatched that morning, had moaned and arched her back as best she could, eager for Claire’s touch. Claire had happily obliged the girl, who couldn’t help but mumble muffled pleas and threats into her gag as she was brought to a pair of shuddering, squealing orgasms. Claire had smiled and played with the girl, though her mind still dwelt on the Lackeys and their unknowing family enjoyment of bondage. To be sure, were the various family members to discover what had gone on the past three weeks, despite their own individual interests in bondage and submission, and pleasure at Claire’s hand, there would no doubt be some embarrassment and stern words exchanged. In fact, Claire determined, it would probably be best if future games were to carry on with her current stance.

Everyone should get to play. And everyone was entitled to their own independent, and private, games with Claire. It was only fair, after all.

She had explained that to her shuddering captive beneath her, but the girl was far too pleasure addled to be much help in working through the beginnings of the plan that was even then taking shape in Claire’s mind.

Really, her plan was for the best. Each Lackey enjoyed bondage and submission. Each of them yearned for the sort of control that she provided. But none were likely to admit it to the others, beyond Helen and Chuck pursuing this sort of fun together. But Claire had seen the truth in all four sets of eyes, two of them looking up at her from their knees, two yearning to be in such a position before her. The desire and passion in those eyes, each individually silently pleading for Claire’s caring domination, was what finally settled her on further pursuing things.

After all, Claire was a giver at heart. Nothing pleased her more than making the secret kinky dreams of her friends come true. And everyone was Claire’s friend in her eyes. Some people, like the desperate jogger, just didn’t know it yet.

Behind Claire, the patio door slid open, and Melissa slipped out into the evening air. The young university aged student was dressed in her customary fetish maid uniform, with the cuffs and collar Claire had gifted to her firmly locked in place. She wasn’t gagged however. Melissa was one of Claire’s regulars after all…and that came with certain perks. The young lady stepped up smartly behind Claire, grinning to meet Claire’s own smile, and settled gracefully into Claire’s lap at her beckoned wordless command.

“Any trouble?” Claire airily asked, as her hands began to caress and massage along Melissa’s arms and breasts. The younger woman squirmed pleasantly against her touches, her muted struggles no where close to enough to inconvenience Claire…they were simply a part of such evening games. Melissa was once again taking several weeks away from university, this time because she would be getting placed with an internship. One that, though a wonderful career move, would take her away from Claire and her games for several months. Something that had motivated both women to enjoy some quality time together as the summer drew to a close. Claire smiled tenderly at Melissa, and stroked the side of the girl’s face as Melissa shook her head with a grin in response to Claire’s question.

“Good.” That seemed to be an end of things for now. A relatively cozy and domestic scene with the two women enjoying the fading sun and slightly crisp evening air.

As dusk began to settle, Claire’s view of the trees, of Kate and Richard’s home that was more or less in a straight line behind her own place, began to dwindle. Melissa was dispatched once or twice more inside to check on things, to bring Claire a drink, to clean up, and a host of other small tasks that Claire had little desire to take up herself. One didn’t need to dive in to drudgery when one possessed a comely young maid who was so very eager to serve. Especially since Claire had rescued her from the drudgery of office work this summer. Instead of boring charts and figures, Melissa was earning her wages learning from Claire the arts of submission. Something which she was unlikely to get anywhere else, and made for far more fun hours of the day than bland office activity. Not that Claire could save her forever from such work…

Just as the trees were becoming a dim dark blob of blackness, rather than distinct individual shapes, Claire caught sight of a figure hurrying furtively up the path. She rose, gently urging Melissa off of her to stand beside her, and then flicked on a light she had kept nearby. The warm soft glow illuminated the closer portion of her backyard in soft yellow light, and revealed a bashful and brightly blushing Andrew Lackey standing on the garden path. The boy twitched and shivered as the light caught him, and he grinned nervously at Claire as the older woman returned it with a satisfied smile of her own.

Then Claire spoke, in words so soft they were almost swallowed up by the night…

“Strip.”

Andrew gaped at her for a moment. But just a moment. Knowing that significant delay would earn him correction, her sweet boy flung himself into motion. Haltingly and awkwardly perhaps, but his clothes fairly flew to the ground as he stripped himself down, blushing mightily the entire time. Claire openly eyed his lithe body, enjoying herself as he noticed her watching and flushed an even brighter shade of red. She tossed him an empty sack from where she stood, and Andrew hurriedly stuffed his clothes inside. Which left him standing outside, in Claire’s backyard, naked as the day he was born.

What a difference three weeks of training at Claire’s hand could create in a young fellow. He had made such a fuss his first week as her puppy slave in full rubber being paraded around out back. Now…now he knew his place better.

Claire grinned. And of course, also knew that Claire’s backyard was not a place that was snooped upon by curious or disapproving neighbours. One house was up for sale, its previous owner having found the love of his life after Claire had kidnapped him, trussed him up, and deposited him on his crush’s doorstep. The other house belonged to Reina, a sweet and introverted lady who wouldn’t dream of bothering Claire. Especially when Claire was gallantly assisting Reina in confidence training…though for now Reina had yet to graduate from being a rope lashed submissive. Claire was a firm believer that anyone who wanted her to show them how to be a domme had to learn at her hand what submission truly meant.

She settled herself back in her chair, a wordless gesture sending Melissa back inside to fetch something, and her eyes found Andrew’s own. Claire’s lips curved higher, her smile now becoming more of a satisfied smirk.

“Crawl to me.”

Adorable hesitation. Every submissive was different, every playmate had their own quirks. Andrew was one of those pet’s that Claire just knew lusted after all that she had to offer…but was far too shy to ever ask for these sorts of things on his own. His predilection for self bondage rather than asking his favourite friend for some tips and tricks backed that up. But despite hesitation he did want it. He wanted her dominance. He wanted her control. He had made such a fuss that first day, but by the morning of the second Claire had known she’d snared a pet worth nurturing.

The boy knelt. Slowly lowering himself to his kneels and averting his eyes as though meeting hers would somehow make this something he couldn’t go through with, Andrew settled onto the ground. A beat, and another, and a third, before he began crawling over to her across the soft grass. As he reached her she extended her bare feet for him to plant deep kisses on. Another moment of hesitation, another spasm of inner turmoil, but then her boy obediently bent to his task and delivered deep kisses to her feet.

“Such a good boy for me,” Claire murmured, her eyes dancing with delight, “I’m so glad you’ve remembered your manners.” She saw goosebumps race along parts of his body, her sweet Andy clearly enthralled and so very happy to be complimented.

“Did anyone see you leave Pet?”

He wordlessly shook his head, raising it up from kissing her feet but remaining bowed towards the ground. Claire curled a finger beneath his lowered chin, and tilted his head back until he met her gaze. She cocked an eyebrow, grinned crookedly at him, and he managed to squeak out, “N-no! Uh, Mistress…everyone’s asleep.”

That wasn’t quite true of course, but Andrew didn’t know that.

Melissa handed Claire a heavy collar, leather on the inside, with a hard steel exterior. So different from the ones that he had word during that intensive breaking in period, but Claire wanted to make a point. Now that their play was going to be multi-sessional, Claire wanted him to understand that he was different from many of her other playmates. Claire swept it around the boy’s neck, drawing a faint gasp from him as she attached it snugly shut and locked it in place. Then the leash that Melissa provided was attached, and Claire stood with a back creaking stretch.

“Follow along now.”

Claire walked him into her house, around the main floor a few times, and then carefully down into her basement dungeon on all fours, the only restraints the collar and leash. Andrew had to understand that everything about his submission was his choice now. Now that the initial hurdle had been successfully crossed, and he had spent three forcible weeks as her captive slave, he needed to know that choosing to continue was his choice. Not every time of course, and Claire was hardly in the habit of letting submissives choose things most of the time. But Andrew’s entrance into the world of BDSM had partially been a mistake, and Claire wanted him to be the one that decided to continue things…at least this time. Once he was firmly within her clutches, he would be joining her merry kidnap games whenever she next spotted him.

She led him straight into one of the cells she had set up in the basement with Melissa following behind, fitted out with a proper if narrow bed for him, “Time for bed, my sweet. We’ll get you settled and prepared for morning play. You remember your auditory training right?”

Andrew nodded and murmured, “Yes Mistress.”

She stood him up and he obediently opened his mouth for a ring gag, as Melissa simultaneously blindfolded him. The two women then bundled him onto the bed, a plethora of leather straps being flung across his naked body and cinched down tightly, making it impossible for Andrew to do more than wriggle in the straps and bleat helplessly into his gag. He swallowed nervously, and several times during the process whiffled into his ring gag as though on the cusp of objecting. But he never did, though Claire paused each time to check. She patted his cheek soothingly, and had Melissa prep his audio training gear while she caressed and sensually teased him. Settling him back into a world that he knew intimately well, though he’d been away from her for a number of weeks.

Claire leaned in and gave him a pair of soft kisses to each cheek, rising up as Melissa fitted the custom designed headphones over Andrew’s ears, snapping them into place as the audio enslavement files began playing. Claire spent a few more moments idly tracing her fingers along Andrew’s bound body, enjoying the little mewling noises he was already making before she rose and shooed Melissa out of the room along with her.

Once outside the cell, Claire waved Melissa on with the remainder of her duties, and slowly let her grin widen to a far more triumphant smirk as she turned to the other filled cell of the evening. Leaving Andrew to his squirmy, and adorable, fate, she opened the next cell and slipped inside. To where Andrew’s sister Debbie already resided.

The girl had lasted less than Andrew, having turned up two nights ago. Well, turned up perhaps wasn’t fair Claire mused, tapping at her chin with a manic grin. Debbie had technically been planning to go out clubbing with her friends. She had been putting the finishing touches on a killer leather clubbing outfit, complete with knee high leather boots and some rather goth-y sort of make up, when Claire had eased the door open to her room and smirked as Debbie had let out a very surprised squeal. Claire had strode over as Debbie had spun around from her mirror, confident playfulness, and mischievous twinkles abounding in the dominant woman’s posture and eyes. Debbie had tried to stammer something, the confident young club goer evaporating before both of them as Claire gripped her by the shoulders and spun her back around.

“You…” Debbie mumbled as Claire had roped up her wrists, her words shuddering to a halt as she felt the cinch go home. Claire had hand gagged her for a minute, taking the time to grope her butt, to massage and caress her breasts, and to tease the girl’s inner thigh. Debbie had gasped and moaned into her hand, her breath becoming ragged as Claire’s hand had finally slithered away and allowed her free air for a moment.

“You can’t…” Debbie tried again, her words dying once more as a collar was buckled snugly in place around her neck. Her eyes fairly bulged as Claire had locked the collar into place, and then hand gagged her once again, feeling her up and further heating Debbie’s fires. Peeling away her resistance…and her ability to form a coherent sentence.

“I’m not…” Debbie began again, only to falter as Claire spun her back around, her eyes snaring Debbie’s own as a ballgag hovered in front of the bound woman’s lips. Debbie had practically gone cross-eyed trying to stare at it and Claire, a pregnant pause hanging in the room. Then Debbie had flushed, her eyes fluttering in nervous arousal, and she had opened her mouth for the gag to be slotted home.

Three attempted objections, and the girl was ready to be led away with the simple addition of a leash. Claire had pulled the young woman along, taking the time to tease her about submitting so readily to Claire’s control. Voluntarily placing herself once more within Claire’s power…to do with as the domme pleased.

 It was heady stuff.

Now, Debbie looked much more like her old self from months ago. Now she was strictly bound in a tight, straining rubber straitjacket, with thick leather belts frog-tying her to a purring sybian. Claire had fixed her in place over five hours ago, leaving her to be mercilessly edged by the implacable machine. Debbie was even now slowly, exhaustedly, giving a blowjob to a rubber phallus set up on a pole in front of her, her head completely covered in a tight rubber hood apart from the ponytail of her hair that emerged from the back of the hood.

Claire settled into place behind the tired woman and began to grope and tease her breasts, pressing Debbie to suck more enthusiastically on her rubber cock. Back and forth, back and forth, moaning desperately all the while for an orgasm. Not that Claire was going to give her one so easily.

After a playful few minutes of groping and teasing the young woman, Claire dismounted from behind her and stood in front of Debbie instead. She griped the girl’s ponytail and firmly pressed her gasping mouth in between her legs. Debbie let out a plaintive wail that became quite muffled…and then Claire felt the first desperate licks and kisses from her slut. Unlike Andrew, Debbie’s fires had grown hottest during her weeks of captivity when Claire had treated her like a simple toy to be used. She enjoyed being reduced to the status of a cherished item, something that Claire played with and packed away. A horny, desperate woman to be teased and edged over and over, even as Debbie had to pleasure Claire and any of Claire’s friends to orgasm after orgasm.

It didn’t take Debbie very long to succeed. Claire was heated up quite a bit from the day’s activities, and Debbie had already possessed a wonderfully talented tongue even before Claire had gotten her hands on her. In a little under five minutes Claire was moaning. Five minutes after that she was panting and riding Debbie’s face, forcing the girl’s ministrations to a pleasurable conclusion. Her reward for giving her Mistress an orgasm of course, was something only a needy toy would truly appreciate. A pair of faint kisses before having her mouth filled once again with rubber, followed by a trio of hard spanks. Debbie had squealed and moaned, trying to hump against the sybian, but Claire had only chuckled.

“You know Debbie, most of my guests spend their time down here being pleasured over and over again. They wobble on out of here, whenever I do let them go, on shaky legs after having every last ounce of pleasure wrung from their bodies.”

Claire tapped the rubber covered nose of the woman as she dutifully sucked on the rubber phallus, “Not you though. You’re my little Denial Girl. You give to others what is rarely yours, and you’re so darn grateful for that…aren’t you?” Claire suddenly pulled her off the dildo she was sucking by her ponytail, pulling down on it to force her to look up towards the ceiling.

“Well?”

“Mmmmm, gggnnaaaaa, y-yes Mistress, yes Mistress, pl-please Mistresssssss, please I want…I want…can I please ccmmmrrghhh!” Debbie’s request was broken up by her mouth being thrust back over the dildo.

Claire chuckled, “You know the answer Debbie. Not now…and not for a while. I want you boiling with need, so desperate and horny for release that you’ll do or say…anything.” She rested a hand on the woman’s head, helping her bob back and forth on the rubber cock, “I’m sure next time I allow you to speak you’ll have some interesting things to say…”

And with that Claire rose and left Debbie behind, in the dark cell. Her only companions the purring sybian that would keep her eternally on edge until Claire stopped it…and the rubber cock that she had to suck. She had to suck it because Claire had told her too…and Claire was always…or could always…be watching. And because if Debbie obeyed, and was a good girl, and did everything that Claire demanded…she might be allowed to orgasm at Claire’s hand.

Claire giggled as Debbie let out a despairing wail before the cell door clanged shut.

She was not truly going to let the girl go without orgasm for too long of course. She simply wanted Debbie to think that her next week or more was to be bereft of the pleasure she had no doubt secretly been looking forward to…that all she had now was a long road ahead of denial, submission, and use by her betters. In truth, Claire was likely to be back in a few hours to actually put the girl into bed along with a body-wracking orgasm or four. But let the girl squirm and think she’d been abandoned for an entire night of service. Let her think that this second stint was to be far less endearingly sensual and cutesy. It would no doubt place her in a properly pliable state of mind.

An errant thought floated by as Claire finished locking the cell. She had a matched set now.

She spent a few minutes puttering around the basement. Checking on a Cappa sorority girl who had brightly knocked on her door that morning looking to see if Claire was willing to donate to the Cappa Charity auction. Claire had told her she’d be only too happy to donate a worthy prize, and invited the girl inside. An hour later, the girl had been stripped, in bondage, and rutting her way to her first sybian orgasm. After a few hours of such mind-numbingly wonderful pleasures, Claire had casually informed the girl that Claire would be donating her as a prize in the auction. Having a degree of familiarity with the Cappas, Claire wasn’t especially surprised to see this news greeted with a mixture of resignation, indignation, and arousal.

Cappa sisters usually weren’t offered at their own auction, usually letting such roles go to the naïve freshmen boys and girls who stumbled into their webs. Claire was certain a Cappa sister being auctioned would be quite the draw. And for such a good cause too.

Finishing with her nightly checks, Claire slowly wound her way upstairs to her bedroom and eased the door open to look within.

Helen Lackey, in all her gorgeous MILF-y splendour, was bent over Claire’s bed. She was in almost identically the same position that Debbie had once occupied that first long ago evening. Helen wore scarlet red thigh high fuck me boots, a thick leather collar, and strong cuffs that kept her arms behind her, and her legs spread wide. That was the extent of the clothing she was allowed. And of course, the thick cock gag that kept her whimpering to a pleasingly acceptable minimum.

Claire stepped up behind her and placed a proprietary hand on her rump, kneading and groping Helen’s ass as she turned her gaze to the other occupant in the room. Chuck Lackey was similarly nude, though much more restrained in a full leather armbinder, ankle shackles, posture collar, cock gag, and chastity cage. And for him, Claire had ensured that everything was bright, bright pink. It made him blush so appealingly, and with his uber masculine body…well, Claire adored the added zest of teasingly sensual humiliation for Chuck.

The Lackey parents were at least a decade older than Kate and Richard, Claire’s usual couple victims. Play partners. Captives. Whatever. But they were both stunningly attractive in their own right. Helen was a vivacious, sultry MILF of a woman, with a voluptuous figure that had screamed to be tightly bound in rubber to Claire from the moment they had met. While Chuck…dominating Chuck was sweetness itself, as in every other aspect of his life he was the leader. The dominant, thrusting charger who led from the front, who made things happen. The one who could snap orders and expect everyone to lead to obey. Making a man like that squeal and squirm was eternally entertaining.

Without stopping her one handed teasing of Helen, Claire reached out and grasped the metal chastity device that kept Chuck’s cock firmly locked away. The man’s man who stood before her shuddered and let out a whimper of need, giving Claire all the knowledge she needed. She slowly traced up from the man’s straining chastity caged cock to gently stroke the strapon she had attached around his waist. Chuck let out a little mewling moan, and Claire giggled as she gently pulled him closer by the rubber cock attached above his uselessly caged member.

“Now I know you are used to being in charge Chuck, but this weekend you’re going to be our little bitch boy. Someone who is here to make sure that dear, sweet Helen is properly satisfied. Which is why I’ve locked your cock away and given you a better one to fuck her with.” Claire’s grin widened at his indignant mumbling and casually fondled his caged cock. Provoking a fresh moan.

“If you want to play with your cock outside of its cage this weekend, you’ll need to convince both of the ladies in this room that you deserve it. You’ve got a rubber cock to do that with…and perhaps if you’re good I’ll even let you use your mouth for something other than sucking rubber dick. Aren’t I sweet?” Claire finished with a question, gripping Chuck’s caged cock and balls tightly. The man shuddered and moaned, nodding rapidly and letting out a bleat of relief when Claire relented the pressure.

“Our game this weekend is going to be both more and less intensive than the sorts of things you did at Gordian Knot. This time…you’ve got me!” Claire giggled, “Andrew and Debbie are both away, no doubt enjoying themselves, and now you both get to relax and let go of yourselves. No worries, no cares, no responsibilities. Just a weekend of pleasure and submission for the two of you…”

Claire carefully pressed Chuck’s rubber cock into Helen, positioning husband behind wife and then giving him two firm spanks, “Nice and slow now Bitch, I don’t want this over fast.” She watched for a few moments and then left the two lovebirds for a minute, returning with her own strapon bobbing in front of her hips. Chuck noticed the new rubber interloper and moaned a nervous question.

“Well Bitch, I’m not the sort of gal who likes standing on the sidelines…” Claire pressed her body to his naked one, pinching his butt and then slapping her rubber cock against his ass, “And I’ll give you three guesses as to where my rubbery friend is going next…”

Oh it was going to be a wonderfully fun weekend for the whole family!