Slave Ira. Revenge
After that party, where I was tortured by my wife and Ira (if you haven't read the second part of "Slave" - read it), I had an idea to get a little revenge on the girls. But to be honest, I didn't really want to touch my wife. On the one hand, I felt sorry for her, but on the other hand, I wondered how she would respond. I know her, it's not going to be easy.
So I asked my wife to play with Ira a little. Like with me. Let her be a slave. Knowing how angry Ira is, I suggested we test her for the number of non-stop orgasms. She loves it, especially anal.
My wife said she wouldn't participate, because as soon as Ira gets bored and yells for her to be released, my wife won't be able to continue the game and will unbutton her. So if I want to do it, you're welcome. She'll go out for an hour or two, if I say so. I said, at least play along and help me talk her into it. Okay, I'll do that.
My plan was to tie Ira to the swing, like me, in the shape of a star. I also tied her hips and pelvis with straps just below her navel, so that the fixation would be complete.
I prepared a manipulator arm (I made it myself once) with a holder. Into it I inserted our vibrator with a nozzle. The saber saw (the actual machine) was fixed on a mobile stand so that it could be moved to the right place and fixed. And I adapted a drip, so that the gel-lubricant would drip on the dildo, not letting it dry out.
We invited Ira for dinner, she often comes to our place for dinner, to fuck. After a certain dose of wine (without overdoing it, but with a very improved cheerful mood), I started talking about how cool it was for me as a slave, despite all my moans and screams. And that voluntarily I wouldn't have experienced such a thing. Would you, I asked Ira, like to play slave? Surprisingly she agreed easily. What's the plan, she asked? I said, we'll improvise, see how you react. That's it. Ira went to the shower to rinse and wash, and I, from the anticipation of what was to come, could barely hold back not to cum.
And so she entered the torture chamber. A queen. I had already described her in previous stories: a golden-haired slender girl with perfect white skin and firm breasts of full size three. Her nipples were aroused and her eyes sparkled with desire and a little fear of the unknown.
She lay on the swing with her face up. I buckled her arms and legs, strapped her hips and pelvis to the recliner. The fixation is total, I mentally noted.
I'm just going to fuck you first. I can't take it. Where do you want it? Cum in my mouth, said Ira, I love your cum. I stood over her in 69 position and started licking her swollen clit. There was juice on her lower lips. Ira was sweating. My cock (19/4.5 cm) entered her throat up to the balls. Ira was not embarrassed, she had swallowed bigger cocks. She started rotating with her tongue, nibbling and everything she can and does perfectly. The only thing missing was her delicate hands, which she usually uses to work the balls. I had enough for about 3-4 minutes and exploded thick hot cum right down the back of her throat, yes so much so that it shot out of her nose a little. After swallowing it all, Ira asked, "Shall we get started?
And then my wife's cell phone beeped as she stood nearby watching. A message on viber. Oh, said my wife, finally came a parcel from Aliexpress to the post office in the next house, it's something for the kitchen (she loves and knows how to cook). All right, I'm gonna run out and you guys play. You don't really need me anyway. Dima can manage on his own. And she left, leaving me alone with my slave.
I brought the ball that was pumped in my ass (in the previous story), stuck it in Ira's vagina and started pumping. I got 70 pumps, if you're reading this. I almost burst. I said, "It's a debt worth paying," and started pumping. At 50 pumps the ball is already hard and has a diameter of 15 centimeters. I pumped it up to 70, and Ira shot it easily, with a smile. All right, let's keep playing. I brought the ball gag and started to put it on Ira. She said, "Why? I said, "I'm not gonna stop, like me. I don't want to hear you beg for mercy. You also covered my mouth, but with your vulvas.
I drove the car to which I had screwed a 25/5.5 cm dildo (I was fucked with a 32/7 strapon). I poured about 150 grams of gel into Ira's anus, pushed the construction to her ass and inserted the toy completely. It went in easily. I opened the dropper and slowly pumped the gel into Ira's chocolate eye area, although you already know that her anus is not chocolate at all, but white. Using my manipulator hand, I placed the vibrator on her clitoris and, turning over a 20 minute hourglass, turned the whole thing on through a timer - an outlet I had programmed for 20 minutes.
The vibrator buzzed, the drill began its progressive movements in my well lubricated anus and Ira rolled her eyes in pleasure. Of course, in the beginning and I was pleased, who read the previous story. Yes, and the saw I put not as girls to me, at 3000 revolutions, to the maximum, and put 200 revolutions per minute.
In about 5 minutes Ira easily, almost without the usual convulsions, cum the first time, and, smiling, calmly lay down (and where could she go?) and waited for the second orgasm.
Usually Ira cums a couple of times vaginally, and then asks me to fuck her in the anus, harder. And when she came, she moaned, even screamed, and convulsed, rolling her eyes.
The second orgasm didn't take long. In just three minutes Ira shuddered, twitched, and juice spurted from her pink, excited cunt.
Ira went limp for a moment, but the vibrator and strapon kept working. The dildachek, smacking, plunged all its 25 cm, sliding into the wet swollen rose, and the vibrator fluttered like a butterfly at the clit and splashed around the sides of the sticky juice.
Ira started mooing and twisting her head around. Most likely she was fed up and wanted to stop the process.
What's wrong, I asked smiling, small revolutions, and the cunt is not loaded? Sorry. We'll fix it now. I stopped the timer socket, quickly inserted into the saw the splitter for two strapons, and screwed on the upper part (that in the vagina) the same dildak 25/5,5,5, and on the lower part (that in the anus), the toy 28/6 cm. A little increased the speed on the saw, moved the construction, introducing both strapons in their holes, and turned on the timer again.
Ira started furiously shaking her head and mooing with all her might. Okay, I say, I'll leave you alone. Keep your eyes on the hourglass and wait for the timer to go off. There's about ten minutes left. I'll be in the next room playing on my laptop. And I'm out. Well, I naturally stayed in the room behind Ira's head and continued to watch her suffer while she didn't see me.
Realizing that there was no one to ask for mercy, Ira quieted down, but after a minute she started squirming again and trying to move an inch away from the strapons and vibrator that were relentlessly pounding her. Figwam, I smiled.
A new wave of orgasm was inexorably approaching and Ira began to shake again. Her chest heaved feverishly with rapid breathing. A trickle of saliva flowed from her mouth, her whole body tensed like a stretched string, and Ira began to cum. In principle, these convulsions were very familiar to me. From anal she usually came like that. Sometimes her orgasm lasted up to three minutes. My wife even envied her for it. Rolling her eyes, Ira was wheezing, twitching like an epileptic, her hands turned white from tension, her face, on the contrary, became purplish red, the veins in her neck swelled. She'd had a squirting orgasm. Several squirts of viscous juice poured out of her swollen vagina in waves. In time it all lasted at least three minutes.
With one last violent twitch and shriek (as much as was possible with the gag in her mouth), Ira passed out. She was really lying motionless, and only the rapid heartbeat, which was visible through her magnificent chest, gave signs of life.
The saliva was flowing, and I decided to pull out the gag so she wouldn't choke.
After about a minute Ira opened her eyes, looked at me lost, as if not understanding what was going on, and then quietly said, let me go, I can't take it anymore. Do you remember how I begged you to stop my torture? And you and your wife just laughed and said the plan couldn't be broken. And so it will be with you. Look at your watch. Only a few minutes left and you're free.
I increased the speed of the car a little more and Ira started yelling, calling me the worst words.
The slave is misbehaving, I said. She must be punished. The socket timer was stopped for literally a minute to change the nozzles on the fak machine. A 28/6cm dildak was screwed on top and our favorite black strapon (found in my videos) 32/7cm was screwed into her anus.
It all went into the holes quite easily (they were already badly fucked up and offered no resistance).
And again the start, and again the screams and pleas for mercy. But a plan is a plan. After a couple minutes I saw the signs of a new orgasm. Ira was shaking like she had never shaken before. She wheezed with her eyes closed, convulsed violently, and suddenly a fountain spurted out of her cunt. And it wasn't juice anymore. She really pissed herself. She pissed out a pretty big load of piss, twitched one last time, didn't even cry out, she actually passed out.
I unplugged, moved the strapons and vibrator away from her body and untied all the straps, freeing Ira. She lay still, as if she were asleep. Her breathing was even, her saliva was no longer running, and only from her cunt and anus there were trickles of juice or lubricant, probably both mixed together.
I admired the view of her beautiful body, all her holes, her peaceful face, and thought that I was probably going to be fucked when she woke up
After about five minutes, Ira opened her eyes and quietly said, "Come to me. I came over, and she pulled my head to hers with exhausted hands and kissed me tenderly.
Thank you, she said, I've really never had that before. The last orgasm is something indescribable. We'll probably do it more than once. And we'll have to get Ella (my wife) to do it. To which I replied that I won't participate, and neither will my wife today with you. If you can play with her, great !
Ira left for the shower, I called my wife. The evening continued at the table with Ira's story to his wife, how everything went and with memories of the evening, where the slave was me.
That's the story. I'm waiting for Ira to talk my wife into something similar.
So I asked my wife to play with Ira a little. Like with me. Let her be a slave. Knowing how angry Ira is, I suggested we test her for the number of non-stop orgasms. She loves it, especially anal.
My wife said she wouldn't participate, because as soon as Ira gets bored and yells for her to be released, my wife won't be able to continue the game and will unbutton her. So if I want to do it, you're welcome. She'll go out for an hour or two, if I say so. I said, at least play along and help me talk her into it. Okay, I'll do that.
My plan was to tie Ira to the swing, like me, in the shape of a star. I also tied her hips and pelvis with straps just below her navel, so that the fixation would be complete.
I prepared a manipulator arm (I made it myself once) with a holder. Into it I inserted our vibrator with a nozzle. The saber saw (the actual machine) was fixed on a mobile stand so that it could be moved to the right place and fixed. And I adapted a drip, so that the gel-lubricant would drip on the dildo, not letting it dry out.
We invited Ira for dinner, she often comes to our place for dinner, to fuck. After a certain dose of wine (without overdoing it, but with a very improved cheerful mood), I started talking about how cool it was for me as a slave, despite all my moans and screams. And that voluntarily I wouldn't have experienced such a thing. Would you, I asked Ira, like to play slave? Surprisingly she agreed easily. What's the plan, she asked? I said, we'll improvise, see how you react. That's it. Ira went to the shower to rinse and wash, and I, from the anticipation of what was to come, could barely hold back not to cum.
And so she entered the torture chamber. A queen. I had already described her in previous stories: a golden-haired slender girl with perfect white skin and firm breasts of full size three. Her nipples were aroused and her eyes sparkled with desire and a little fear of the unknown.
She lay on the swing with her face up. I buckled her arms and legs, strapped her hips and pelvis to the recliner. The fixation is total, I mentally noted.
I'm just going to fuck you first. I can't take it. Where do you want it? Cum in my mouth, said Ira, I love your cum. I stood over her in 69 position and started licking her swollen clit. There was juice on her lower lips. Ira was sweating. My cock (19/4.5 cm) entered her throat up to the balls. Ira was not embarrassed, she had swallowed bigger cocks. She started rotating with her tongue, nibbling and everything she can and does perfectly. The only thing missing was her delicate hands, which she usually uses to work the balls. I had enough for about 3-4 minutes and exploded thick hot cum right down the back of her throat, yes so much so that it shot out of her nose a little. After swallowing it all, Ira asked, "Shall we get started?
And then my wife's cell phone beeped as she stood nearby watching. A message on viber. Oh, said my wife, finally came a parcel from Aliexpress to the post office in the next house, it's something for the kitchen (she loves and knows how to cook). All right, I'm gonna run out and you guys play. You don't really need me anyway. Dima can manage on his own. And she left, leaving me alone with my slave.
I brought the ball that was pumped in my ass (in the previous story), stuck it in Ira's vagina and started pumping. I got 70 pumps, if you're reading this. I almost burst. I said, "It's a debt worth paying," and started pumping. At 50 pumps the ball is already hard and has a diameter of 15 centimeters. I pumped it up to 70, and Ira shot it easily, with a smile. All right, let's keep playing. I brought the ball gag and started to put it on Ira. She said, "Why? I said, "I'm not gonna stop, like me. I don't want to hear you beg for mercy. You also covered my mouth, but with your vulvas.
I drove the car to which I had screwed a 25/5.5 cm dildo (I was fucked with a 32/7 strapon). I poured about 150 grams of gel into Ira's anus, pushed the construction to her ass and inserted the toy completely. It went in easily. I opened the dropper and slowly pumped the gel into Ira's chocolate eye area, although you already know that her anus is not chocolate at all, but white. Using my manipulator hand, I placed the vibrator on her clitoris and, turning over a 20 minute hourglass, turned the whole thing on through a timer - an outlet I had programmed for 20 minutes.
The vibrator buzzed, the drill began its progressive movements in my well lubricated anus and Ira rolled her eyes in pleasure. Of course, in the beginning and I was pleased, who read the previous story. Yes, and the saw I put not as girls to me, at 3000 revolutions, to the maximum, and put 200 revolutions per minute.
In about 5 minutes Ira easily, almost without the usual convulsions, cum the first time, and, smiling, calmly lay down (and where could she go?) and waited for the second orgasm.
Usually Ira cums a couple of times vaginally, and then asks me to fuck her in the anus, harder. And when she came, she moaned, even screamed, and convulsed, rolling her eyes.
The second orgasm didn't take long. In just three minutes Ira shuddered, twitched, and juice spurted from her pink, excited cunt.
Ira went limp for a moment, but the vibrator and strapon kept working. The dildachek, smacking, plunged all its 25 cm, sliding into the wet swollen rose, and the vibrator fluttered like a butterfly at the clit and splashed around the sides of the sticky juice.
Ira started mooing and twisting her head around. Most likely she was fed up and wanted to stop the process.
What's wrong, I asked smiling, small revolutions, and the cunt is not loaded? Sorry. We'll fix it now. I stopped the timer socket, quickly inserted into the saw the splitter for two strapons, and screwed on the upper part (that in the vagina) the same dildak 25/5,5,5, and on the lower part (that in the anus), the toy 28/6 cm. A little increased the speed on the saw, moved the construction, introducing both strapons in their holes, and turned on the timer again.
Ira started furiously shaking her head and mooing with all her might. Okay, I say, I'll leave you alone. Keep your eyes on the hourglass and wait for the timer to go off. There's about ten minutes left. I'll be in the next room playing on my laptop. And I'm out. Well, I naturally stayed in the room behind Ira's head and continued to watch her suffer while she didn't see me.
Realizing that there was no one to ask for mercy, Ira quieted down, but after a minute she started squirming again and trying to move an inch away from the strapons and vibrator that were relentlessly pounding her. Figwam, I smiled.
A new wave of orgasm was inexorably approaching and Ira began to shake again. Her chest heaved feverishly with rapid breathing. A trickle of saliva flowed from her mouth, her whole body tensed like a stretched string, and Ira began to cum. In principle, these convulsions were very familiar to me. From anal she usually came like that. Sometimes her orgasm lasted up to three minutes. My wife even envied her for it. Rolling her eyes, Ira was wheezing, twitching like an epileptic, her hands turned white from tension, her face, on the contrary, became purplish red, the veins in her neck swelled. She'd had a squirting orgasm. Several squirts of viscous juice poured out of her swollen vagina in waves. In time it all lasted at least three minutes.
With one last violent twitch and shriek (as much as was possible with the gag in her mouth), Ira passed out. She was really lying motionless, and only the rapid heartbeat, which was visible through her magnificent chest, gave signs of life.
The saliva was flowing, and I decided to pull out the gag so she wouldn't choke.
After about a minute Ira opened her eyes, looked at me lost, as if not understanding what was going on, and then quietly said, let me go, I can't take it anymore. Do you remember how I begged you to stop my torture? And you and your wife just laughed and said the plan couldn't be broken. And so it will be with you. Look at your watch. Only a few minutes left and you're free.
I increased the speed of the car a little more and Ira started yelling, calling me the worst words.
The slave is misbehaving, I said. She must be punished. The socket timer was stopped for literally a minute to change the nozzles on the fak machine. A 28/6cm dildak was screwed on top and our favorite black strapon (found in my videos) 32/7cm was screwed into her anus.
It all went into the holes quite easily (they were already badly fucked up and offered no resistance).
And again the start, and again the screams and pleas for mercy. But a plan is a plan. After a couple minutes I saw the signs of a new orgasm. Ira was shaking like she had never shaken before. She wheezed with her eyes closed, convulsed violently, and suddenly a fountain spurted out of her cunt. And it wasn't juice anymore. She really pissed herself. She pissed out a pretty big load of piss, twitched one last time, didn't even cry out, she actually passed out.
I unplugged, moved the strapons and vibrator away from her body and untied all the straps, freeing Ira. She lay still, as if she were asleep. Her breathing was even, her saliva was no longer running, and only from her cunt and anus there were trickles of juice or lubricant, probably both mixed together.
I admired the view of her beautiful body, all her holes, her peaceful face, and thought that I was probably going to be fucked when she woke up
After about five minutes, Ira opened her eyes and quietly said, "Come to me. I came over, and she pulled my head to hers with exhausted hands and kissed me tenderly.
Thank you, she said, I've really never had that before. The last orgasm is something indescribable. We'll probably do it more than once. And we'll have to get Ella (my wife) to do it. To which I replied that I won't participate, and neither will my wife today with you. If you can play with her, great !
Ira left for the shower, I called my wife. The evening continued at the table with Ira's story to his wife, how everything went and with memories of the evening, where the slave was me.
That's the story. I'm waiting for Ira to talk my wife into something similar.
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