Chapter 41: The Weekend, Varieties of Impact Play
After a morning of rope bondage in the basement of Clair’s parents’ home, Regina, Clair and Fred made their way back upstairs for lunch. The women were both nude and wearing very tight crotch ropes. Regina was still feeling the gentile and somewhat annoying buzzing of a remote-control vibrating egg in her vagina. As they reached the top of the steps, Fred picked up the end of what he thought of as ‘the first-floor chain’ and attached it to Regina’s ankle. Regina understood that dragging this chain, the other end of which was firmly attached inside a hall closet, was Fred’s way of making her feel controlled. It was working. Although the chain was long enough to reach almost anywhere on the first floor, it was a physical reminder that Fred was in charge.
“I’ll have a ham sandwich, some chips and a beer!” announced Fred.
“If you expect to play with us this afternoon, you’ll have a Coke or Tea!” Clair replied.
Regina should have been surprised, after all, Clair was the submissive, but she and Fred had a fun relationship based on mutual respect and communications. Plus, Regina agreed with Clair, Fred could be cruel enough sober, she didn’t want him to have even one beer.
“How do you feel about a big cobb salad?” Clair asked Regina, “Mom usually has lots of salad fixings and she will have deli meats for Dad.”
“That would hit the spot, no pun intended.” Regina laughed.
As the chopped salad ingredients and fixed Fred’s sandwich, Clair asked Regina what she thought of the bondage session.
“I’ve decided that I LOVE rope,” Regina started, “I want to try a bunch of different positions. I don’t know, it’s just so, so intimate. Like it hugs you and won’t let go.”
“Yea,” Clair added, “I understand. Fred was right, the hog tie is a classic but it can also be pretty intense.”
“No shit, Dick Tracy, I was pretty sure I could wiggle out of it until he tightened it. After that I didn’t want to move, much less struggle, it hurt so much. Thanks for telling me to back off the struggling, I didn’t realize what I was doing to my wrists,” Regina said.
“That’s what sister submissives do!” smiled Clair.
“I hardly felt the clothes pins on our toes, until they came off that is. But that hard floor was killing my tits, I was thankful when he rolled us on our sides,” Regina groaned, “But you were tied up much longer than I was!”
As she started chopping a head of lettuce, Clair thanked Regina, “I’m just glad you’re good at oral, you got Fred off pretty quick. I was afraid he was going to slow you down just to make it last longer for him, be more humiliating for you and leave me in that hog tie longer. It’s just the kind of thing he would do.”
Regina was quiet for a few minutes as they continued making the salads and sandwich then said quietly, “you really didn’t mind my blowing Fred in front of you?”
“If you ever blow him when I’m not watching, our friendship is over!” Clair said emphatically, “But as long as we’re together and it’s all in the open, well, I thought it was hot as hell! I started having CuckQueen fantasies as soon as Fred assured me that you were just his lab partner. The idea of his having sex with someone who was just a sex object to him, no offense, wouldn’t leave my mind.”
“What’s a CuckQueen?” Regina asked, “I heard Fred use that same term?
“Cuckold, is a man whose wife cheats on him and it’s usually a very humiliating title because others know he’s a Cuckold.” Clair explained, “In the kink community, it’s usually applied to a man in chastity whose wife fucks other men in front of her, frequently while he’s tied up. So, I guess you can figure out what a CuckQueen is.”
“And you’re sure,” Regina asked again, “that you’re ok with it? I really like you Clair and I would never want to do anything to hurt you.”
“Honest, I’m OK with it, the whole thing was hot, even the sperm kiss!” Clair assured Regina.
“Yea,” Regina asked, “What was up with that, was he just trying to humiliate us, because I liked it too! I hate to admit it but I’ve never tasted sperm before.”
“It’s a part of the whole Cuckold thing in porn,” Clair continued to explain, “frequently, after a wife gets fucked, she either makes her husband drink the contents of a condom or lick what they call a ‘cream pie’ as it oozes out of her vagina. And yes, it’s supposed to be humiliating. But it didn’t bother me either, score one for the girls!” And the girls high fived.
“You do realize why he had us doing jumping jacks and planks and stuff, right?” Clair asked.
“Well, I assumed it was to get us to stretch after that hog tie, that’s what he said.” Regina replied.
“You really don’t know men very well do you,” Clair laughed, “look down Regina.”
“Huh?” Regina said as she looked down at the tomato she was slicing.
“Can you see your own belly button?” Clair asked.
It took Regina a moment, but she finally got it. “Oh, you mean he wanted to watch them flop up and down!”
“Yea, you’re a bit more endowed than I am, he doesn’t get to see that kind of show at home.” Clair smiled. Regina blushed, then wiggled her tits, “They are bigger than yours aren’t they, jealous?”
“No,” Clair replied, “Fred is mostly an ass man and mine’s way tighter than yours. Why do you think he had us doing planks!”
“Is my sandwich almost ready!” Fred yelled from the living room.
“Yes sir.” Clair answered, “coming up sir! Would you like to come to the table.”
As the women walked to the table with lunch Clair asked Regina about the strappado position.
“That was tough, the strain on the shoulders and I was amazed at how hard it is to stay on your toes and keep your balance! And those damn nipple clamps, I’m amazed he can tie strings to your rings like that, it made me wish I had rings in my tits.” Regina said.
“Rings are pretty cool. I know how much it can hurt taking a clamp off.”
“I tried so hard to be still and keep my balance and not pull those clamps, I never really thought about what your tit’s must have felt like. And when Fred turned out the lights I was just lost in the sensations.”
By this time Clair put Fred’s lunch in front of him. She realized that Regina was about to put their salads on the table but, with a small wave, she stopped her, and they just stood beside the table.
“So, what about the vibrating egg and the crotch ropes?” Fred asked as he took a bit of the sandwich.”
Regina picked up on Clair’s hint that they should wait to see where and how Fred wanted them to eat, so she answered him, “Actually sir, my shoulders and whole arms hurt so much, and my calves were straining so much that I don’t really remember the egg. But the crotch rope was, um, interesting once you let us down. In fact, it still is when I walk.”
“Yea, Clair says vibrating eggs are overrated too. You two may sit at the table and eat, you earned it this morning and you’re going to need your strength this afternoon,” Fred grinned.
“Are we going to do more bondage stuff, I’d really like to try a suspension.” Regina said.
Fred took a big bite of sandwich and just looked at Clair. “I doubt we’ll do suspension,” Clair answered for him, "we've been meaning to attend a workshop of suspension ties but until we do, I don’t think we’re willing to risk dropping you on your head!”
“Nope, but I promise you more painful and new experiences this afternoon,” Fred grinned, “I’m going to beat the crap out of you!”
And with that, all three dug in and finished their lunch.
After lunch, Fred gave the women permission to clear the table and clean up the kitchen. Clair took the opportunity to check her phone, which had been sitting on the kitchen counter all morning.
“Oh,” she exclaimed, “I have two messages from Helen, I hope nothing is wrong.”
While Clair was reading the messages Regina asked, “Who’s Helen? I heard your Dad mention she would be away for the weekend.”
“Helen,” Fred laughed, “well, we call her ‘the Jill Keeper’. You see, when Clair’s mom and dad decided to go 24/7 and spent all that money on the jail cell, they realized that if they were going to use it safely, someone would have to stay with Jill anytime Fred was away on business, or even just at work. Jill had hired a company in town, Schwartz Iron Works to build the cell. They also built most of the metal toys in Bob’s collection. Helen used to work for Schwartz, still does part time, and she’s the electronics wizard that did most of the controls and cameras downstairs.”
“Cameras?” Regina suddenly said with alarm!
“Oh, don’t worry, we won’t sell your sessions on the internet,” Clair grinned, “they are just for monitoring and are only connected to that computer over there and to Dad’s cell phone. But dad would completely freak out at the very idea of watching Fred and I play, he won’t turn the app on this weekend.”
“OK, so, Helen?” Regina brought the conversation back on track.
“Yea, so Helen now lives in the guest bedroom, and serves as Jill’s warden and Bob’s assistant dom. She’s very knowledgeable about BDSM. She’s taught us all a lot.” Fred finished.
Clair added, “She’s also a total bad-ass dom, complete sadist and totally ethical and trustworthy.”
“Sounds like an amazing person!” Regina said.
“Well, you may get to meet her,” Clair continued. “Dad had asked her to stay at Schwartz this weekend to give us some space but she left some plans for a client's project in her room. She wanted to know if she could sneak in and grab them without disturbing us.”
“You told her ‘yes’ I assume?” Fred asked.
“Yep, but I told her to shout down the basement steps when she comes in so we can introduce her to Regina.”
“Shouldn’t you two get dressed and we can just hang out up here until she comes by?” Fred asked.
“Why?” Clair was genuinely confused.
“Well, Regina didn’t sign up to meet some random person naked?” Fred asked, looking at Regina.
“Didn’t I? I seem to remember something about you threatening to bringing in random guys to ass rape me? And you had me topless in front of semi-truck drivers?” Regina exclaimed with a grin.
“And how is Bob going to feel about Helen seeing you naked and perhaps tied up?” Fred asked Clair.
“Don’t know, don’t care. My body, my choice,” Clair said firmly.
“Yes, but his employee, his house,” Fred answered.
“Let’s see what Helen thinks when she gets here, she’s always had a keen sense of boundaries. Now let’s get downstairs, we’re burning daylight.” Clair declared, using one of her Gran’s favorite expressions.
They unlocked the chain on Regina’s ankle, untied her crotch rope and took the egg out. Then, after a short bio-break for everyone, they headed back downstairs.
“Regina,” Fred started to explain, “I’m usually a fan of making Clair completely helpless before I whip her. Some Dom’s like to order their subs to hold position while they are whipped, the struggle to obey despite the pain is what they like to watch. And many sub’s like to prove, to themselves as well as their dom, that they can take it. I’m going to let you experience both. I’m going to start by seeing how long you can be a good girl. You’ve already experienced some impact play, mostly the Cane last night and the spanking, do you think you can hold position for me without being tied?”
“I’ll try as hard as I can to obey, sir,” Regina answered, “but I also like being tied.” And she smiled.
“Clair,” Fred said pointing, “you and Regina drag Bob’s spanking bench into the middle of the play space, and I’ll go get some implements of destruction.”
“Fred has such a way with words.” Laughed Regina as they moved the bench from its storage place against the wall.
“OK Clair, assume the position, Regina, you stand there for a minute and watch.” Fred instructed as Clair placed both her hands on the bench, bending 90 degrees at the waist, her cute ass pointing straight at Fred.
“This, Regina, is a heavy flogger. It’s a fairly soft leather but there are a lot of strips and it’s heavy. Watch.” And with that Fred laid a blow right between Clair’s shoulder blades.
“Ooof,” more escaped than was said by Clair.
Two more landed on Clair’s ass, one on each side. She didn’t move, but Regina could see the impact as the flesh literally rippled away from the impact.
“Notice how the skin is starting to redden as blood floods into the area of impact.” Fred explained. “OK Regina, you assume the position.”
As Regina bent over and placed her hands on the bench next to Clair, Clair started to stand up.
“Who told you to move?” Fred barked and Clair quickly bent back over. “I’m sorry sir! I thought you were done with me.” Clair tried to explain.
“Since when does a submissive think!” Fred barked again and, using a figure eight stroke, laid two more blows with the flogger on each of Clair’s ass cheeks.
“OK Regina, here comes the back blow, just like you saw Clair take.” Fred warned.
Clair whispered, “Take a breath but don’t try to hold it, let the impact drive it out of your lungs.”
Thud, “Oooffff.”
“Good girl!” Fred said as Regina held position. “Now let’s warm you two ladies up!”
Fred started swinging the flogger in wide circles in front of him, alternating between the two women and where he was hitting. He never broke rhythm but if he thought Regina was struggling to keep calm and breathe he would give Clair a few extra strokes and let Regina recover a bit.
As he swung Fred explained in a calm voice.
“A flogging is a good warmup; it gets the skin all tingly, so you feel other impact play more acutely and it’s almost like a massage don’t you think?”
“If you say so sir!” Regina choked out between blows.
Fred stopped for a minute. “You’re forgetting the lessons of the spanking Regina. Relax, breathe, and in this case, let the impacts go straight through your body to your clit.”
“It’s a learned skill,” Clair added from her position, “you may not get it this time but try!”
After a dozen more blows between the women, Fred switched to a lighter, slightly longer flogger.
“This one,” he explained, “isn’t as heavy but can sting more, especially if I let just the tips hit, stand up and watch.”
As Regina stood, Fred hit Clair’s back about four times in succession and Regina noticed that she was moving more, not breaking position, but definitely feeling more of a sting.
“Now watch this,” Fred said as he backed up a bit and swung the flogger where just the last half-inch brushed across Clair’s ass, once on each side. After the second blow Clair dropped to her elbows and was gasping for breath.
Fred was disappointed, and it showed in his voice, “Oh Clair, you can take more than that without breaking position!”
“I’m sorry sir, but those were HARD and I wasn’t expecting you to hit me that hard in just a demonstration!” Clair almost sobbed.
“Take a deep breath and get a grip!” Fred said sternly, “Because these next four are going to be even harder and I expect you to be an example to Regina!”
Bob waited until Clair resumed her position, took her breath and then laid four fast strokes with just the tips of the flogger hitting right on the meat of Clair’s ass.
Regina was impressed, Clair didn’t flinch. She vowed to herself that she could and would do the same.
Regina, assume the position, Clair you may stand up.
Even though she thought she was prepared, Regina was surprised how much the tip of that flogger stung. She was trying so hard to focus her energy on channeling the pain to her clit that she almost let her arms drop. The first impact on her left cheek was just a shock, but by the time the flogger hit her right cheek her brain had processed the pain and the second just multiplied it. But she held.
“Regina, Clair is a leather butt pro at this, and BDSM should NEVER be a competition.” Fred explained, “So if you want four like I gave Clair, you’re going to have to ask for them, and absolutely NO disappointment if you don’t. We have a lot more impact to explore.”
Clair was about to respectfully suggest that Fred ease up when Regina jumped in, “It’s not a competition with Clair, it’s a competition with me, do you understand? Please sir, HIT ME. Hit me until I break position, sir.
Fred looked at Clair and raised his eyebrows, silently saying, “well I didn’t expect this.”
“Yes, Regina, Clair and I do understand testing yourself.” Fred said,” Just don’t set your standard on what Clair, a real pain slut with years of experience can take. And know that if I decide to stop before you break position that’s my call, not yours!”
“Yes sir, thank you sir.” Regina said and then took a deep breath.
Fred laid into her ass. The first two strokes were about what he had been giving her before, but as he kept going, four, then six, he kept increasing the speed of his swing. When the seventh blow landed, Regina dropped and let out a low sob. Every part of Fred’s being wanted to even the count, continue his rhythm and do that eighth. But he stopped.
Clair knelt by Regina’s head and stroked her hair, but Fred moved the flogger to his left hand, and parting her legs with his right, stroked her clit with one finger while inserting his thumb into her vagina. She was wet. Very wet.
After a few minutes, when Regina’s breathing had slowed and she was starting to grind on Fred’s hand he said, “Well ladies, instead of letting the impact pain ‘flow through’ to your clits, I think it’s time we apply this flogger directly to the destination!”
Clair immediately dropped out of sub mode and went into friend mode. “Fred,” She said, “I really don’t think Regina is ready for that!”
Fred recognized that Clair had abandoned protocol but simply said “Clair, you’re not feeling what I’m feeling,” and he looked down at his right hand, still buried between Regina’s legs.
Regina, who was starting to pant more and more added, “Clair, *pant* I appreciate your concern *pant* and experience, *pant* but you’re not my mother! *pant* And I have a *pant* safeword *pant* and I know *pant* HOW TO USE IT!”
As Regina gasped out “how to use it!” Fred was pretty sure she was having an orgasm around his hand.
Clair just shrugged, “Well, I’m sure not going to pass up the opportunity for a good pussy flogging!”
“Well,” said Fred, “I think this time we’ll begin with Regina since she obviously just came without permission!”
“What?” Regina said, confused.
“Oh,” Clair explained, “It’s an old bondage trope, in most BDSM porn the submissive must ask permission before cumming since her orgasms belong to her dominant.”
“Well excusssseeeee meeee,” Fred said, doing his best Steve Martin impression, “for looking for an excuse to whip her pussy!”
“OH,” Clair said feigning mock exasperation, “like you ever need an excuse to flog a pussy!”
“Lay down on the bench on your back with your ass right at one end.” Fred instructed Regina, “Then put your hand over your head and pull your knees up and spread them. Clair, keel at her hands and hold them down to the bench. Try to keep her from falling off.”
Fred started a steady, rhythmic pattern with the flogger, letting the full length of the device hit Regina’s crotch, but as he continued, he slowly increased the speed of the hits, and he pulled back so it was less and less ‘thuddy’ and more of the tips hit just her clitoris and labia. At first Regina just gritted her teeth and was silent, then she started grunting with each hit, then she started screaming. But no safeword was heard and Regina kept her knees pulled up and her legs spread.