Foreword
Delilah then shrieked around her gag and pushed back against Barbara. Back and forth, the two bound, nude women struggled against the belts of their oppressors. They pushed and jerked and struggled.
In spite of herself, Barbara could feel herself becoming sexually aroused. As much as she hated to admit it to herself; being bound against this other woman and whipped by her lover was turning her on in ways she'd never dreamed off.
Just as suddenly, the whipping stopped. Both Delilah and Barbara were untied.
Just before Barbara was led inside the cabin, she saw Jackie rip away her own jeans and force a very willing Delilah onto her knees.
Then the door closed and she was alone with Thomas, the man of her dreams.
"I am pleased with you." He said pompously, his mischievous smile belying his words.
Chapter Three
Pillory Stocks
There were many odd looking devices in the dimly lit cabin but overall, it seemed rather effective combination of quaint and cozy meets modern technology for maximum comfort.
First he took her over to an old fashioned looking tub and began to fill it with hot water.
"All these cabins have their own fresh water supply and no expense has been spared at making them comfortable." He commented to her, "Notice the double paned windows."
After she had cleaned up and soaked away her soreness, he fed her. Thomas was an extraordinarily good cook. She had been surprised when she first found out but he just shrugged it off.
"I like to cook and I like to eat healthy. Therefore I do both well. End of story." He had explained.
After dinner, they had a bit of wine and talked of small matters.
When she would have asked about the two women, he put a finger to her lips and said, "I'll tell you all about it later."
Afterwards, he bound her to a device in a corner of the cabin.
She ended up on her knees, leaning back with her hands behind her. The contraption he had placed her in effectively held her immobile in a position of complete presentation. He had called it a 'pillory stock'. It was really just a large piece of varnished plywood leaning on an angle with four large holes for her limbs.
Her body was displayed as vulnerably as possible. Her firm breasts stood proudly out for him to see. Her stomach was available to his gaze but he had made no disparaging remark about the fact it wasn't as flat as it could have been. In point of fact, he seemed to enjoy looking at her less-than-runway-model body. Her pubic hair was trimmed but still there and the same light brown color as the rest of her hair.
Being nude and with no gag wasn't the worst part. She could be free with a word or even a gesture but that wasn't the worst part either. The worst part was that she was so turned on, again, that when he had touched her between the legs a few minutes ago, his hand had come back sopping wet. He'd licked his fingers and then, he smiled at her (well, more of a leer really).
A bracket, built low on the device, held an electric wand in place against her available cunt. It was turned on low and buzzed contentedly away against her now swollen clit. She had been told not to come without permission.
He sat across from her in an easy chair. He watched her intently and she knew that she would not be able to hold this position for very long. But that had been the point, as he told her before starting. In his hand was a drink of something healthy.
"God," She thought, "why couldn't it be whiskey, then I could have asked for a sip."
Sure enough, about five minutes into her ordeal and she began to feel the beginnings of a powerful orgasm.
"Please Thomas, may I come?" She tried to maintain her dignity while uttering such a preposterous request.
"Uh...no!" Thomas said with a smile, "If you come before I say, I'll punish you!"
Barbara tried vainly to shift her position away from the insistent vibrations that now threatened to overwhelm her iron discipline.
"I will not come!" She thought furiously to herself.
Barbara suddenly looked directly at Thomas who watched her with great delight. The pleasure that was building in his loins was apparent by its bulge. She was sure it would be dealt with later.
Thomas took another drink and set the glass down before moving to squat down close enough to Barbara to kiss.
Leaning in, he asked, "Wouldn't you like Jackie to be holding the wand now? I'm sure she'd very much like you to come for her."
Barbara saw this image in her minds eye. It had the effect of instantly cooling her nearly arousing passion. She just didn't like girls in that manner.
"No, I wouldn't." She replied, "However, feel free to tell me more, as it helps me to remain calm."
Thomas looked carefully at her before replying, "So you really don't like girls?"
"No...I really don't. You know, you could have just asked me." She responded evenly while her eyes stared defiantly into his, "As much fun as it was to be tied to another woman and whipped for your pleasure; it was because you were there that I was aroused at all."
"You're right; I could have just asked." Thomas said calmly, "But it has been my experience that women always say they don't like other women; until they do. You might have said 'no' but really wanted to try."
Barbara gasped and opened her mouth to speak but before she could say anything; Thomas continued.
"It's kinda like single women who wear a wedding band to keep away stray males. That way, anyone who is serious has to demonstrate it, seriously.
Barbara was mildly offended and it sounded in her voice as she spoke, "I have never done that and I don't know any single woman who has!"
Barbara was suddenly very aware of the vibrator as it began to slowly wear away at her focus yet again.
"I offer my apologies, dear lady. I will rarely attempt to have you dally with the ladies while I'm around... "He offered with faux contriteness.
Barbara felt the insistent buzzing in her loins becoming a more and more powerful distraction with each passing second.
"Please my I come now?" She inquired with a studied calm.
Thomas smiled cruelly and said, "No and if you come without permission...I'll have both girls come in here and watch your next three forced orgasms!"
"You said you wouldn't!" Barbara said in a shocked voice, her eyes wide.
"No, I said I would 'rarely' attempt such a thing." Thomas said mildly, "And I think that a vacation should be seen as a 'rare' event. Don't you?"
Barbara felt her passion rising and her control faltering. Even the image of the two women watching her bound and nude body struggling with sexual passion was turning her on now!
"Please! I cannot maintain this! Please may I come?" She asked desperately.
Thomas smiled into her eyes and waited for several seconds before responding with, "Yes, when the next wave of pleasure washes over you, don't fight it."
Her orgasm was more powerful than she imagined. She cried and struggled against the cruel restraints. Her nude body heaved helplessly against the electric wand as it continued to stimulate her very sensitive cunt.
After a long time, Thomas reached down and turned off the wand. Barbara gasped and hung helplessly in the device, relieved that this pleasurable ordeal was over yet worried that she might have to suffer through another.
Instead, Thomas freed her from the 'stocks' and carried her off to the bed. There he covered her and held her in his strong arms. She took real comfort from this gesture and felt herself drifting off to sleep. She knew that when she awoke, she would be servicing her lover. Such a thought left her feeling profoundly pleased.
Chapter Four
Alls Well...
The next day, as Barbara was getting dressed; she asked about the other girls. Thomas had seen to it that the cabin they were in was supplied with hiking gear in her size and he had said they'd be returning to the resort proper today.
"What about the girls Thomas?" She inquired mildly.
"I used to work at this resort as a young man. I met both Jackie and Delilah here. They have been lovers since high school. Delilah likes to be punished by Jackie and it's especially exciting for her when others watch." Thomas explained.
"When I knew you were going to be going on vacation, I called them up and arranged for this in advance." He said reasonably.
Barbara was still a little put out and it sounded in her voice when she said, "You could have just asked!"
Thomas knew the beginning of an argument when he heard it and he tried to diffuse this one with a little humor.
"There might have been no-no on your upper lips but there was definitely yes-yes on your lower ones." He quipped, "Third Anchovy Rule; All Women are Naturally Bisexual!"
Barbara gasped and whipped around to face her lover.
"I am not bisexual and I will never be bisexual! Why just the thought of another, mmmh!" He voice was cut off by Thomas's kiss.
When they finally stopped and stepped back, Thomas said, "You explained and I believe you. I tried something and it didn't work. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, dear."
Barbara felt somewhat mollified and mentally stepped back from the rising anger she felt.
"Next time you have a new idea, I want your word, you ask!" She eventually said to her lover.
Thomas smiled and said, "I promise I'll always respond to your 'safe words' but that is as far as it's going to go...kid."
He smiled at her and she knew that was as far as he was willing to go.
She also knew she'd always be safe with him and that made all the difference; that and his attentiveness.
Delilah then shrieked around her gag and pushed back against Barbara. Back and forth, the two bound, nude women struggled against the belts of their oppressors. They pushed and jerked and struggled.
In spite of herself, Barbara could feel herself becoming sexually aroused. As much as she hated to admit it to herself; being bound against this other woman and whipped by her lover was turning her on in ways she'd never dreamed off.
Just as suddenly, the whipping stopped. Both Delilah and Barbara were untied.
Just before Barbara was led inside the cabin, she saw Jackie rip away her own jeans and force a very willing Delilah onto her knees.
Then the door closed and she was alone with Thomas, the man of her dreams.
"I am pleased with you." He said pompously, his mischievous smile belying his words.
Chapter Three
Pillory Stocks
There were many odd looking devices in the dimly lit cabin but overall, it seemed rather effective combination of quaint and cozy meets modern technology for maximum comfort.
First he took her over to an old fashioned looking tub and began to fill it with hot water.
"All these cabins have their own fresh water supply and no expense has been spared at making them comfortable." He commented to her, "Notice the double paned windows."
After she had cleaned up and soaked away her soreness, he fed her. Thomas was an extraordinarily good cook. She had been surprised when she first found out but he just shrugged it off.
"I like to cook and I like to eat healthy. Therefore I do both well. End of story." He had explained.
After dinner, they had a bit of wine and talked of small matters.
When she would have asked about the two women, he put a finger to her lips and said, "I'll tell you all about it later."
Afterwards, he bound her to a device in a corner of the cabin.
She ended up on her knees, leaning back with her hands behind her. The contraption he had placed her in effectively held her immobile in a position of complete presentation. He had called it a 'pillory stock'. It was really just a large piece of varnished plywood leaning on an angle with four large holes for her limbs.
Her body was displayed as vulnerably as possible. Her firm breasts stood proudly out for him to see. Her stomach was available to his gaze but he had made no disparaging remark about the fact it wasn't as flat as it could have been. In point of fact, he seemed to enjoy looking at her less-than-runway-model body. Her pubic hair was trimmed but still there and the same light brown color as the rest of her hair.
Being nude and with no gag wasn't the worst part. She could be free with a word or even a gesture but that wasn't the worst part either. The worst part was that she was so turned on, again, that when he had touched her between the legs a few minutes ago, his hand had come back sopping wet. He'd licked his fingers and then, he smiled at her (well, more of a leer really).
A bracket, built low on the device, held an electric wand in place against her available cunt. It was turned on low and buzzed contentedly away against her now swollen clit. She had been told not to come without permission.
He sat across from her in an easy chair. He watched her intently and she knew that she would not be able to hold this position for very long. But that had been the point, as he told her before starting. In his hand was a drink of something healthy.
"God," She thought, "why couldn't it be whiskey, then I could have asked for a sip."
Sure enough, about five minutes into her ordeal and she began to feel the beginnings of a powerful orgasm.
"Please Thomas, may I come?" She tried to maintain her dignity while uttering such a preposterous request.
"Uh...no!" Thomas said with a smile, "If you come before I say, I'll punish you!"
Barbara tried vainly to shift her position away from the insistent vibrations that now threatened to overwhelm her iron discipline.
"I will not come!" She thought furiously to herself.
Barbara suddenly looked directly at Thomas who watched her with great delight. The pleasure that was building in his loins was apparent by its bulge. She was sure it would be dealt with later.
Thomas took another drink and set the glass down before moving to squat down close enough to Barbara to kiss.
Leaning in, he asked, "Wouldn't you like Jackie to be holding the wand now? I'm sure she'd very much like you to come for her."
Barbara saw this image in her minds eye. It had the effect of instantly cooling her nearly arousing passion. She just didn't like girls in that manner.
"No, I wouldn't." She replied, "However, feel free to tell me more, as it helps me to remain calm."
Thomas looked carefully at her before replying, "So you really don't like girls?"
"No...I really don't. You know, you could have just asked me." She responded evenly while her eyes stared defiantly into his, "As much fun as it was to be tied to another woman and whipped for your pleasure; it was because you were there that I was aroused at all."
"You're right; I could have just asked." Thomas said calmly, "But it has been my experience that women always say they don't like other women; until they do. You might have said 'no' but really wanted to try."
Barbara gasped and opened her mouth to speak but before she could say anything; Thomas continued.
"It's kinda like single women who wear a wedding band to keep away stray males. That way, anyone who is serious has to demonstrate it, seriously.
Barbara was mildly offended and it sounded in her voice as she spoke, "I have never done that and I don't know any single woman who has!"
Barbara was suddenly very aware of the vibrator as it began to slowly wear away at her focus yet again.
"I offer my apologies, dear lady. I will rarely attempt to have you dally with the ladies while I'm around... "He offered with faux contriteness.
Barbara felt the insistent buzzing in her loins becoming a more and more powerful distraction with each passing second.
"Please my I come now?" She inquired with a studied calm.
Thomas smiled cruelly and said, "No and if you come without permission...I'll have both girls come in here and watch your next three forced orgasms!"
"You said you wouldn't!" Barbara said in a shocked voice, her eyes wide.
"No, I said I would 'rarely' attempt such a thing." Thomas said mildly, "And I think that a vacation should be seen as a 'rare' event. Don't you?"
Barbara felt her passion rising and her control faltering. Even the image of the two women watching her bound and nude body struggling with sexual passion was turning her on now!
"Please! I cannot maintain this! Please may I come?" She asked desperately.
Thomas smiled into her eyes and waited for several seconds before responding with, "Yes, when the next wave of pleasure washes over you, don't fight it."
Her orgasm was more powerful than she imagined. She cried and struggled against the cruel restraints. Her nude body heaved helplessly against the electric wand as it continued to stimulate her very sensitive cunt.
After a long time, Thomas reached down and turned off the wand. Barbara gasped and hung helplessly in the device, relieved that this pleasurable ordeal was over yet worried that she might have to suffer through another.
Instead, Thomas freed her from the 'stocks' and carried her off to the bed. There he covered her and held her in his strong arms. She took real comfort from this gesture and felt herself drifting off to sleep. She knew that when she awoke, she would be servicing her lover. Such a thought left her feeling profoundly pleased.
Chapter Four
Alls Well...
The next day, as Barbara was getting dressed; she asked about the other girls. Thomas had seen to it that the cabin they were in was supplied with hiking gear in her size and he had said they'd be returning to the resort proper today.
"What about the girls Thomas?" She inquired mildly.
"I used to work at this resort as a young man. I met both Jackie and Delilah here. They have been lovers since high school. Delilah likes to be punished by Jackie and it's especially exciting for her when others watch." Thomas explained.
"When I knew you were going to be going on vacation, I called them up and arranged for this in advance." He said reasonably.
Barbara was still a little put out and it sounded in her voice when she said, "You could have just asked!"
Thomas knew the beginning of an argument when he heard it and he tried to diffuse this one with a little humor.
"There might have been no-no on your upper lips but there was definitely yes-yes on your lower ones." He quipped, "Third Anchovy Rule; All Women are Naturally Bisexual!"
Barbara gasped and whipped around to face her lover.
"I am not bisexual and I will never be bisexual! Why just the thought of another, mmmh!" He voice was cut off by Thomas's kiss.
When they finally stopped and stepped back, Thomas said, "You explained and I believe you. I tried something and it didn't work. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, dear."
Barbara felt somewhat mollified and mentally stepped back from the rising anger she felt.
"Next time you have a new idea, I want your word, you ask!" She eventually said to her lover.
Thomas smiled and said, "I promise I'll always respond to your 'safe words' but that is as far as it's going to go...kid."
He smiled at her and she knew that was as far as he was willing to go.
She also knew she'd always be safe with him and that made all the difference; that and his attentiveness.
