Ladies of the Briar: Payback Time

This is a work of fiction, but it involves characters based on real people (some names have been changed to preserve modesty and avoid detection). It involves a kidnap scenario and non-consent sex. If this isn’t for you, look elsewhere for your entertainment. Men (or at least those of you who pick on and bully women, whatever their age,) you have been warned! Don’t try and fuck with The Ladies of the Briar.

The Ladies of the Briar are:

Olwen S

40yrs old; HotWife; (cuckold Simon). Bi-sexual. Schoolteacher.

Peggy E

51yrs old; Domme Bitch; married (sissy sub Brian). Bi-sexual. Hairdresser.

Beryl B

41yrs old; HotWife; (cuckold Conrad). Mother of Susan B. Bi-sexual. Housewife.

Nicola M

40yrs old; HotWife (cuckold Kevin). Bi-sexual. Lawyer (Barrister)

Mary C-W

39yrs old; BDSM enthusiast; married (Eileen W). Lesbian. G.P.

Eileen W

41yrs old; BDSM enthusiast; married (Mary C-W). Lesbian. G.P.

Ruth J

40 yrs old; Domme Bitch; single. Bi-sexual. Police (Detective Chief Inspector.)

Susan B

23 yrs old; HotWife-to-be; engaged (Paul[a], sub sissy) Bi-sexual. Pupil Barrister.

Judith McA

51 yrs old; HotWife & pro-Domme; married (cuckold Edward) Bi-sexual. Housewife.

Liz E

19yrs old Trainee Domme; single. Bi-sexual. Hairdresser (in Peggy’s shop).

Other Peripheral Characters Regularly Involved in LOTB scenarios, but not necessarily in this story:

Nancy P

49 yrs old; sub pain slut; single (owned by Mary & Eileen) Lesbian. Nurse.

Paul(a) K

29 yrs old, sissy sub; engaged (to Susan B) fuck toy. Business owner.

Hazel N

32 yrs old; switch; married (Wally) Bi-curious. Hairdresser (in Peggy’s shop).

Trish I

61yrs old; nympho slut; widow. Available to all. Dogsbody ( in Peggy’s shop).

Simon

42 yrs old; sub cuckold; married (LOTB Olwen) owned sub. CEO (Local Authority.)

Brian

54 yrs old; sub cuckold; married (LOTB Peggy) owned sissy sub. Bus driver.

Conrad

41 yrs old; sub cuckold; married (LOTB Beryl) owned sub. Headteacher (Secondary).

Kevin

57 yrs old; sub cuckold; married (LOTB Nicola) owned sub. Civil Engineer.

Edward McA

53 yrs old; sub cuckold; married (LOTB Judith) slave. Member of Parliament (Tory).

Anita P

48 yrs old; cunt/cock slut; divorced & available. Bi-sexual. Clerk (Legal Chambers).

Part One: The Build Up.

It was a Friday afternoon, at the end of the first week of the school summer holidays. I had decided to ring my friend Peggy and ask for an appointment to get my hair done. Even if she was really busy, she would fit me in I knew. Peggy and I go back a long way. We have similar interests, and we are both founder members of our very exclusive group, known as The Ladies of the Briar. There are ten of us in the group, and we all are pipe smokers. Most of us know each other from our schooldays. We are very loyal to one another, and it was this loyalty that brought us all together to plot and execute a plan to get revenge for one of our group, who had been badly treated by a bully of a man. This is what happened:

My request for an appointment was granted, as I knew it would be. When I got to Peggy’s salon, to my delight, I found that my friends, and fellow Ladies of the Briar, Beryl and Judith were already there. Judith was having her hair done by Peggy, and Beryl had brought her cuckold in to have his cock and balls shaved. She was being pleasured by Trish, Peggy’s resident slut, whilst Conrad was being shaved by Hazel, another of Peggy’s staff.

I sat down in the chair, and Liz, Peggy’s daughter began by washing my hair. Let me say straight away that although Liz is much younger than the rest of us, she is a full member of our group, having been brought up by her mother to dominate her father in the same way that Peggy has done ever since she and Brian were married. Liz frequently pegs her father, and feeds him cream pie when she has been fucked. Peggy has brought her up properly.

We ladies were chatting about tomorrow night’s event at the fetish club in our town where we are all members. A sissy parade was to be held to choose the Summer Sissy for this year. It was an annual event, and the winner got to choose a cuckold from the audience to suck his cock whilst he was being pegged by his Owner. All the members of the LOTB group were going to be there, although Judith told us that her cuckold was stuck in London, or rather in Chequers, where as a member of the Government, he was busy trying to solve yet another political crisis.

She smirked as she revealed that as she had a new boyfriend, a very young, very well equipped lad, she couldn’t give a toss that Edward wouldn’t be there tomorrow night. She was going to get royally fucked, and when Edward did deign to make an appearance she was going to thrash him and peg him for his negligence.

All the ladies present, except Trish laughed. She had her face between Beryl’s legs. Liz asked if Judith would bring Edward to the club to punish and fuck him publicly, and she readily agreed. That was something to look forward to! A Tory government minister being thrashed and then pegged in front of a group of baying Ladies of the Briar.

Liz was rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, prior to cutting and styling it when the door to the shop burst open. Peggy looked up in alarm. The front door was always kept locked, given the nature of what went on in the salon whenever any of our group was present. She started to walk towards the source of the sound when a young man burst through the connecting door and looked around wildly.

“Where the fuck is she?” he yelled, looking daggers at Peggy. He shoved her aside and she staggered backwards. Liz looked terrified.

“Jimmy?” she said anxiously, “what the hell are you doing here?”

She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the back room. Peggy looked around and hissed at Trish to get out from between Beryl’s legs. As Trish got to her feet, both Beryl and Judith followed Peggy into the back room. I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my head and followed them.

What we all saw in the small back room terrified us. Jimmy, or whatever the fuck his name was, had Liz by the throat and was shouting in her face.

“No one, and least of all a fucking slut like you, dumps me, do you hear?” he screamed, spittle spraying out of his mouth. “You don’t get to make decisions like that,” he continued. “I’ll be round your house at seven o’clock tonight to pick you up. We’re going to the football, and then if you’re lucky, I’ll take you for a drink and you can suck my cock in the car on the way home. Do you fucking understand, you stupid cunt?”

He took his hands off Liz’s neck and she collapsed onto the floor, coughing and spluttering. He raised his hand as if to slap her, and Liz whimpered in terror. He chuckled and dropped his hand.

“What a fucking pussy ” he spat, turning round to leave. He saw us all standing there and laughed.

“Who the fuck are you lot gawping at?” he shouted. “Haven’t you ever seen a cunt put in her place before? Get out of my fucking way!”

With that, he barged between Peggy and Beryl and lurched out. We all rushed to help Liz, who was in floods of tears. Already, angry bruises were beginning to appear on both sides of her neck. We helped her back into the salon, and sat her down in one of the chairs. As we did so, Trish re-appeared from the front door.

“I’ve got his car registration, Peg,” she said with a satisfied grin. “If you’ll all excuse me, I’ll get on to Ms. Ruth. I’m sure she can sort that little fucker out!”

Ruth is another member of our LOTB group. She also happens to be a Chief Inspector of police. Peggy smiled her thanks to Trish, who hurried off to make her phone call to Ruth.

Liz had stopped crying by now. She stood up.

“I’m so sorry, Olwen,” she said. “Where was I? Swilling your hair, I think. Sit down and I’ll finish you off now.”

“Oh no you bloody well won’t,” I smiled. I pulled her close to me and kissed her. I could feel her lips trembling against mine and I held her tight.

“You’ve had a hell of a shock,” I said softly, rubbing her back. “My hair can wait until your mother has finished with Judith. Then we’ll see what Ruth says to Trish. That bastard is going to pay for what be’s done to you.”

Trish returned not long afterwards, bringing with her a cup of tea, which she put in Liz’s hands, then took it off her again. Liz was shaking too much to hold it steady.

“I spoke to Ms Ruth,” she said, the satisfaction in her voice quite plain to hear. “She’ll be at your house by six thirty, Peg. She thought she’d better be there when, or if, that bastard turns up. I don’t give much for his chances.”

At that moment, Hazel came down from upstairs, where she had been shaving Conrad. She’d brought him down with his cock and balls hanging out of his trousers. There were two reasons for this, I reasoned. Hazel would want Beryl to inspect her cuckold to ensure that he was sufficiently smooth, and if that was the case, she would want him exposed so as to fit his chastity cage back on him.

Hazel looked at us all surrounding a still shaking Liz.

“What’s happened?” she asked in a concerned voice. Peggy began to explain what had gone on whilst Hazel had been seeing to Conrad when my mobile phone pinged, indicating I had a new text message. Then,one after the other, Beryl’s, Judith’s and Peggy’s mobiles pinged also. We all looked at our phones. It was a message from Ruth.

“Meet me at Peggy’s tonight at six thirty. Bring your hoods, and be prepared for some excitement. Give Liz a cuddle from me. XXX”

We all looked at one another in amazement, and then surrounded Liz. We carried out the last of Ruth’s instructions together.

Part Two: Revenge Planned.

I got to Peggy’s house by twenty five past six that evening. Ruth, Beryl and Nicola were already there. I gave them all a kiss, and looked expectantly at Ruth.

“What’s happening?” I asked. “Where’s Judith?”

Ruth smiled and put her arm around Liz, who looked to have made a full recovery.

“Judith couldn’t make it,” Ruth began. “Her cuckold rang to say that he’d forgotten that he has a constituency cocktail party this evening. He’s still stuck in Chequers apparently. So she has had to put in an appearance to keep his constituency party workers happy. So what’s happening is this,” she continued. “Liz may be the youngest Lady of the Briar, but she is no less important for that. We all stick together. So when the doorbell rings, she is not going to answer it, and accompany that twat who assaulted her earlier to the football match. You are, Olwen.”

I looked at Ruth in horror. I couldn’t believe my ears. She grinned at me.

“Trust me,” she said. “Liz is going to have a practical lesson in how to dominate a man tonight. She’ll be quite safe. Her sister Ladies of the Briar will be there to ensure that. Here’s what we are going to do.”

It was a few minutes after seven when the doorbell rang. I got to my feet, hoping that nobody could notice my legs shaking. I put on my bravest smile, winked at Liz and went to answer the door.

I opened it wide, thankful that Peggy lived in the first house of the row known as The Crescent. The street was indeed built in a crescent shape, so no-one lived opposite and nobody could see what was about to happen.

Before I could say a word, Jimmy looked at me in surprise.

“Who the fuck are you? he spat.

I gave a sigh of relief. Ruth’s supposition had been correct. I’d had a towel round my head the last time Jimmy had seen me. He didn’t recognise me at all. I smiled at him, and wished him a good evening.

Where the fuck was Ruth? Then out of the corner of my eye, I spotted some movement, and stepped aside as Brian and Ruth rushed up from behind Jimmy and bundled him into the hallway of the house. They had gone out of the back door and made their way down the lane behind the house, to come up behind Jimmy. His cry of shock was cut off as I slammed the font door.

I turned around to see Ruth kneeling between Jimmy’s shoulder blades. She was pressing his face into the carpet, and even now Jimmy’s struggles were getting more and more feeble. It was obvious that he couldn’t breathe. Ruth looked up at Brian and gave him a broad grin.

“Not bad for a sissy,” she said softly.

Brian blushed.

“Begging your pardon, Mistress,” he said in the voice he used when he was in sissy mode, “but my being a sissy has nothing to do with this. Nobody, and I mean nobody, puts their hands on my daughter.”

Jimmy was hardly struggling at all now. Ruth looked down at him to check his level of consciousness, and Brian took the opportunity to give him a vicious kick in the balls. Jimmy became very still.

Ruth looked up at Peggy’s sissy, and Liz’s father.

“Well that’s summary justice if ever I saw it,” she said dryly. She got up off the limp form and quickly handcuffed Jimmy’s hands behind his back. Brian produced a gimp hood from his pocket and slipped it over Jimmy’s lolling head. He laced it up and made sure that the eye holes were closed.

Next, he zipped up the mouthpiece and adjusted the hood so that Jimmy’s nostrils were lined up with the breathing holes. Satisfied, he knelt down at Ruth’s feet.

“I’m ready to receive any punishment you think appropriate, Mistress,” he said softly. “I was not authorised to kick him, merely to help you subdue him. I ask your understanding for my disobedience.”

Ruth smiled down at him and fondled his hair affectionately.

“I won’t be recommending any punishment,” she smiled. “Even sissy fathers have the right to defend their daughter’s honour. You did well, sissy. I’ll be telling your Owner what a help you were just now.”

Brian blushed with pride, and puffed out his chest.

As instructed, everyone else had remained in the living room. Ignoring the prone figure lying on the carpet in the hallway, Ruth took my hand, kissed me and led me back to re-join our friends. Brian followed.

“Phase one accomplished,” Ruth reported proudly, “and sissy Brian here was a great help.”

Liz leapt up and ran into her arms. She kissed Ruth and when they both came up for air, everyone clapped.

“Right,” said Ruth in a business like manner, “time for phase two. “I’ll take my car around to the back lane. You lot get him to the garden door, and for fuck’s sake, don’t drop him if he wakes up and starts to struggle.”

We all slid into action. Ruth went out of the front door whilst Peggy, Nicola, Beryl and I each took an unresponsive limb and carried Jimmy through the house into the garden. Liz went ahead of us and opened the back garden door. When Ruth pulled up in her car, Liz checked the coast was clear, and gave us the thumbs up.

We hurried down the garden, carrying the still unconscious Jimmy. I was beginning to worry at his unresponsive state. What if we’d killed him?

I needn’t have wasted any time worrying about him. As we unceremoniously dumped him in the boot of Ruth’s four by four, he began to struggle. He’d obviously regained consciousness, and I thought I heard a muffled “What the fuck?” before the rear door was closed, and the back shelf descended, enclosing Jimmy in the confines of Ruth’s car boot.

We heard a few feeble thumps before our prisoner realised the futility of trying to escape.

“Let’s go,” Ruth grinned. “Liz, you’re with me. We’ll see you soon up at Mary and Eileen’s place. Don’t get stopped by the cops for speeding. I won’t be able to help you if you’re pulled over by a patrol car!”

We all grinned at this, and watched as Ruth and Liz departed down the lane with their subdued cargo. If he was wondering what was going on, he’d soon find out, I thought to myself with a satisfied grin.

We all trooped back up the garden path and into the house.

“I’ll take Peggy in my car,” I said. “Do either of you want a lift too?”

Nicola shook her head.

“I picked Beryl up on my way here,” she said. “We’ll follow you up to Mary and Eileen’s. Just remember what Ruth said. Keep to the speed limit, for fuck’s sake!”

I grinned. Of all of the Ladies of the Briar, I had the reputation of being the fastest driver. I saluted Nicola cheekily.

“Message received and understood, Ma’am” I grinned. “Come on. If I have to drive at snail pace, we’d better be going. We don’t want them to start without us, do we?”

Peggy turned to Brian and smiled at him.

“Thank you, sissy,” she said, pulling the chain that she always wore around her neck over her head.

“Here’s the key to your cock cage. You have my permission to watch any porn you like on the TV whilst I’m gone. And if you want to pleasure yourself, you have my permission to do that too. Liz and I will be perfectly safe with our sisters. I’ll see you in the morning.”

She gave Brian the key, and a kiss on the cheek.

“Enjoy yourself,” she whispered. “You deserve it.”

The four of us went out, leaving Brian to his treat of a night of porn and self-pleasure.

Our fellow Ladies of the Briar, Mary and Eileen lived on a converted small holding on the outskirts of the town. Apart from a few chickens, there were no animals living there now, and Mary and her wife had converted one of the outhouses into a very well equipped, very comfortable play room. It was there that we would end up, I had no doubt. I was really looking forward to helping my sisters to teach Jimmy the bully a very harsh lesson before too long.

Part Three: Revenge Accomplished.

We managed to get to Mary and Eileen’s without attracting the attention of any member of the local constabulary. Our two sister GPs had helped get our captive out of the boot of Ruth’s car, and Nicola and Beryl drove into the smallholding a few seconds behind Peggy and myself.

Ruth and Liz were waiting for us outside the converted playroom.

“He’s awake, but we’ve got him shackled to an overhead beam,” Ruth informed us. “Mary and Eileen are getting a few toys ready. He’s still blindfolded in his gimp mask, but I want him to be able to see what is coming. So we’re all going to have to wear masks at least. Liz will have to wear a hood until the very end. This is what we’ve got planned for bully boy Jimmy.”

We listened carefully, and then, having all decided to wear hoods, we filed into the playroom. What a sight greeted us.

Jimmy was on tiptoe, hanging by his arms which were shackled to a couple of eyebolts in a very sturdy looking crossbeam in the ceiling. He was completely naked. The eyeholes in his gimp mask were shut, held in place by velcro. Ruth was the last one in and she shut the door with a loud bang. Jimmy jumped and let out a groan as he came back down onto tip toes and his shoulder and wrist joints took his whole weight again.

“Who’s there?” he croaked, his voice trembling with fear. No-one answered, but Eileen picked up a thin, whippy cane and handed it to Liz. We all nodded our encouragement to her and she circled around behind Jimmy.

Taking aim, she drew her arm back and delivered a stroke that landed with a thunderous THWACK!!! right in the centre of his exposed arse cheeks. He screamed in agony, and we all laughed.

“Right, you piece of shit,” Ruth began. “In a moment I’m going to open the flaps on your eyeholes so that you can see what is going to be happening to you. Make all the noise you like. No-one will hear you. And my friends and I are going to teach you a very painful lesson indeed. You assaulted a friend of ours today. You are going to pay for that.”

She reached out and unzipped the mouth of his gimp mask. Realising that he was now free to talk, our victim opened his mouth.

“You’re fucking mad,” spluttered Jimmy. “I never assaulted no-one. You’ve fucking kidnapped me. When I go to the cops, they’ll fucking arrest you. You mad bitch!”

In the silence that followed this verbal torrent, Ruth’s tutting could be clearly heard. She ripped the velcro ties off Jimmy’s gimp mask and as his eyes adjusted to the light, she shook her head.

“Wrong answer,” she smiled, and she punched Jimmy hard in the solar plexus. He grunted in agony and gasped for breath.

“Right ladies ” Ruth turned to us with a smile. “We have a bully to subdue. Let’s get on with the tenderisation process, shall we?”

In no time at all, Jimmy’s nipples were clamped and screwed down tight until they were almost flat. His balls were separated and tied up tightly with leather boot laces. Heavy weights were clipped onto the ends of the laces, stretching his already very tender ball sac. His cock was slathered with Deep Heat and a condom placed over his manhood. Last, but not least, a studded metal butt plug was rammed up his arsehole. When he felt this going in, Jimmy screeched as if he was being skinned alive.

We all stood back and admired our handiwork. Jimmy was moaning softly, swaying from his attachments in the ceiling. We had agreed beforehand that once we’d prepared our victim, that we’d give him fifteen minutes or so to settle down and get used to the different pain centres before we began again in earnest. It was going to be a long, painful night for Jimmy.

Moving over to the rest and recovery area of the playroom, everyone looked to see how Liz was coping. On the outside she seemed fine, but it was impossible to tell how this afternoon’s experience was affecting her mentally. The answer to our unspoken question came soon enough.

Liz took Mary by the hand, kissed her warmly and thanked her for helping her to get revenge. Next, she kissed Eileen, murmering her gratitude to her too. One by one, she kissed us all, and we knew then that as young as she was, Liz was coping well with what she had undergone recently at the hands of her ex-boyfriend.

Mary and Eileen both lit up a pipe, and we shared a smoke, talking quietly amongst ourselves and waiting for the right moment to resume our revenge.

After about fifteen minutes or so, we realised that Jimmy was both still and quiet. Eileen tip-toed over to him to check his vital signs. She came back with a grin on her face.

“He seems to be coping with the different sensations,” she reported. “Maybe it’s time we stimulated some of the pain sites again. Mary and I discussed an idea we’ve been wanting to try on a male. It works beautifully on our Nancy’s cunt lips. We want to see how it looks on a man’s ball sac.”

Nancy was Mary and Eileen’s fuck bitch. She was an experienced pain slut, and the two doctors owned her jointly. She also happened to be their surgery nurse. Eileen explained what she and her wife had in mind, and Liz giggled.

“Oh, we’ve got to do that,” she breathed dreamily. “And when you’ve finished, I want photos to keep to remind me. Can we do that, do you think?”

“We can do whatever we want, short of permanent injury, or killing him,” Mary answered through a cloud of aromatic pipe smoke. “I don’t know about anyone else, but this is really turning me on. I suspect there might be need of several dildos before the night is done!”

There were nods of agreement, not least from me. My cunt was on fire, and my clit was reminding me that she needed some attention. I smiled at my fellow conspirators.

“Well, ladies. What are we waiting for? That bastard isn’t going to punish himself. Let’s get on with it. The sooner we finish with him, the sooner we can finish the night with some lovely lesbian sex!”

Mary went to get the equipment needed and the rest of us wandered back to where Jimmy was hanging. He stirred as he saw us coming back.

“You bunch of mad cunts,” he croaked. “Give me a drink. I’m fucking parched.”

“Thirsty, are you?” enquired Eileen. She opened a drawer in the unit that held a variety of toys and turned back to face Jimmy.

“Open wide then.”

Jimmy obeyed instantly, expecting a cool, soothing draught of something to quench his thirst. Eileen quickly inserted an O ring gag into his mouth. Now it was impossible for Jimmy to close his mouth.

“One thing about pipe smoking,” remarked Eileen conversationally, “is that it stimulates the salivary glands, which produce an awful lot of spit.

She brought her face up close to Jimmy’s and spat into his mouth. One by one we all did the same. Jimmy gagged and dry heaved.

Mary reappeared with a stand on wheels, the sort of one that holds fluids which a hospital patient sometimes needs to have via a drip.

“All set,” she smiled. “I’ll insert the cannula needle, and my wife can supervise this young lady whilst she attaches the drip.”

Mary was careful not to identify anybody present by name.

We all watched, fascinated as she gripped Jimmy’s already quite swollen ball sac. He winced and groaned as he felt his sensitive scrotum being handled in such an off-hand way. Then he yelled in pain as Mary inserted a vicious looking needle into the wrinkled skin. He began to struggle, so Liz grabbed hold of the chain between the two clamps on his nipples and tugged it sharply.

Jimmy screeched in agony.

“Hold still, or I’ll rip these clamps off!” Liz hissed quietly, disguising her voice. Jimmy recognised that she wasn’t exaggerating and stopped his struggling. Liz removed the O ring gag, and Mary quickly re-inserted the cannula. She taped it down and winked at her wife.

“All yours, sweetie,” she mouthed.

Eileen hung a large bag of clear fluid from the drip stand. A length of tubing hung from the neck of the bag. She handed it to Liz and whispered instructions into her ear.

Liz took the end of the tubing and fitted it securely onto one of the portals at the end of the cannula. Eileen checked it, nodded approvingly and gave Liz a roll of tape, together with some more whispered instructions.

Liz taped the tubing to one of Jimmy’s thighs and stepped back to admire her handiwork. The drip was now secured to Jimmy’s ball sac.

Eileen pointed out the tap mechanism near the top of the drip stand, and Liz reached for it.

“Open it up fully, nurse,” she smiled, and Liz did as she was told.

“It’s a litre of saline solution,” Mary informed the rest of us conversationally. We watched as the clear tube filled with the liquid and began its’ journey into Jimmy’s ball sac.

“Nancy tells us that it burns like fuck when it goes in. Her cunt lips puff up beautifully when we do her. A litre usually takes about thirty minutes to…”

“Aaargh! Fucking hell. Stop it. It fucking hurts!” yelled Jimmy, twitching like a demented puppet as the saline solution began to make its’ presence felt in his very tender ball sac.

Thanks to Liz’s expert use of the tape, the cannula and the plastic tubing remained in place, and the saline bag on the drip stand continued to empty itself into Jimmy. He moaned in agony.

No-one, except Mary and Eileen, had never seen this procedure before. We watched in fascination as Jimmy’s ball sac absorbed the saline solution and began to swell. You could actually see his wrinkled ball sac grow and puff out even as we watched, open mouthed.Jimmy’s moans increased in intensity.

“As I was saying,” Mary continued, “it usually takes about half an hour to get a litre into your patient. But tonight, we’re using a larger sized tubing. This bag,” she indicated the rapidly emptying bag suspended from the drip stand, “I estimate should take about twenty minutes to empty.”

She hefted Jimmy’s balls up to check that they were alright. By now, his sac was about the size of a large orange and the traditional wrinkled skin was becoming smoother as the sac continued to swell.

Liz picked up a riding crop from the collection of implements that had been laid out to aid Jimmy’s ‘re-education’. She regarded the leather tongue at the end of the crop.

“I wonder?” she mused out loud.

“Oh definitely,” replied Mary, “but first let’s empty the bag and remove the cannula. Riding crops and needles don’t go well together!”

Mary’s estimation was pretty accurate. About twenty minutes after Liz had started the flow, the bag was empty. Jimmy’s ball sac now resembled a large grapefruit, and he was totally unable to close his legs. His cock had shrivelled and the condom was hanging from his mushroom head.

Eileen took the cane from where Liz had left it and used it to raise Jimmy’s cock. The condom dropped off the end of his cock, and a long, thick strand of clear pre-cum oozed out of Jimmy’s piss hole.

“He seems to be enjoying this a bit too much,” Eileen observed sardonically. “Ladies, I think it’s time to administer some more pain!”

Mary quickly removed the cannula and wheeled the drip stand out of the way. Meanwhile, Eileen was handing out implements to each of us.

Liz kept hold of the riding crop. Ruth got a thin, whippy cane, Peggy got a thicker, less flexible one. Nicola received a thick leather strap. Beryl’s toy was a rubber, multi-stranded cat o’ nine tails. My toy was a box of heavy, tear-shaped lead weights.

The choreography took some arranging. Eileen directed us into our places.

Ruth and Peggy stood behind Jimmy, one on either side of him. Ruth being right-handed and Peggy left-handed, they could both cane Jimmy without getting in one another’s way.

At the front, Nicola stood to one side, Beryl to the other. Liz was positioned in front of Jimmy, whose immense swollen ball sac now presented an easy target for her.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to be on your back on the floor,” Eileen apologised to me. But you can tie those weights onto the leather boot laces. That should help drag his balls down a bit.”

We all got into position. Eileen, like a conductor readying an orchestra, raised her hands. We all kept our eyes on her, and she set us off.

I was the first and I found helpful little clips on each weight that enabled me to attach them easily.

Next, Eileen set Ruth and Peggy off, and they began to cane him alternately. After a few false starts, they soon got into a rhythm, and the contrast between the swishy whip of the thin cane and the heavier dull thud of the thicker one was very pleasing indeed.

Meanwhile, Liz was happily cropping Jimmy’s balls whilst Beryl flogged his back and his chest alternately. Nicola in the meantime used her strap very effectively, hitting first one nipple clamp then the other with unerring accuracy.

Mary returned and linked arms with her wife. They both watched the spectacle with evident enjoyment.

The playroom resounded to the sound of punishment, interspersed with groans of pain from Jimmy. It went on for a few more minutes before his brain kicked in, realising that his body couldn’t take any more pain. Jimmy fainted.

We all stopped immediately when directed to do so by Eileen. She quickly checked Jimmy’s vital signs and smiled.

“He’s just passed out from the pain,” she reported. “He’ll come round in a few minutes.”

Mary took Liz aside, and whispered something in her ear. Liz grinned, nodded enthusiastically, and accepted what looked like a thick felt pen from Mary.

Marching over to the now slumped figure of her ex-boyfriend, Liz removed the cap from the felt pen. The rest of us watched, unsure of what was going to happen now.

We all congregated in front of Jimmy, replacing our toys on the table and watching with interest as Liz began to write on Jimmy’s chest.

Eileen got it first. She turned to her wife with a smile.

“Clever girl,” she said softly, kissing Mary tenderly. “Lisabeth Salander. Am I right?”

“Of course you are, you clever old thing,” replied Mary. She smiled at our collective looks of incomprehension.

“My favourite book trilogy is ‘The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo’ series, and the girl in question is called Lisabeth Salander,” Mary began her explanation.

“In one of the books, Lisabeth takes revenge on her guardian, who had abused and raped her. She tattooed something on his stomach, so that he would have a permanent reminder of what he had done.”

“Tattooing is a bit severe, I thought,” she continued. “So I’ve given Liz a marker that surgeons use to mark places they are going to be operating on. It’s not permanent, but it is waterproof, and it should last about six weeks. That ought to be enough to remind this twat that he messed with the wrong people when he assaulted Liz.”

Having finished writing her message, Liz stood back to admire her handiwork. We all read

“I am a bully and a sex pest” written in thick black letters across Jimmy’s abdomen. There was no way he’d be taking a shower or removing his shirt in public any time soon.

He began to stir, and Mary stood up straight.

“He’s coming round,” she said with a smile. “Time for the finale, I think. Liz, your strap-on awaits.”

She took Liz by the hand and helped her to put on a harness which contained a long, thick black rubber dildo. The rest of us settled down to watch.

Liz handed her phone to Mary, whilst Eileen lit a couple of pipes and passed them round.

“Nothing like a nice pipe when you’re watching some entertainment,” she giggled.

Mary operated a switch, and Jimmy was lowered a few inches so that he could stand on his own two feet, although his arms were still raised above his head. He was still wearing his gimp mask, so Peggy unlaced it and removed it. Jimmy blinked a few times as his eyes readjusted to the light.

What the fuck?” he slurred.

“Shut the fuck up, or we’ll start beating you again,” Liz said in her normal voice.

She stood by the side of our captive and removed her hood.

“Look at my friends,” she instructed, “and smile for the camera.”

Jimmy recognised the voice and looked at her in fury.

“You fucking cunt,” he hissed. “You’ll pay for this. You just wait until I get out if this. I’ll break your fucking neck. But not before I’ve fucked you up the arse first!”

He flinched as Mary took a photograph with Liz’s phone.

“Not bad,” she commented. “I got his pathetic cock and his lovely swollen balls nicely, but your message is a bit blurred. Get his attention and make him face the camera properly, Liz.”

Our young friend grabbed hold of his nipple clamp chain and tugged. Jimmy howled.

“I’ll let go when you’re facing the camera and smiling like a good boy,” she said sweetly. In agony, Jimmy did as he was told. Mary took the picture and showed it round.

“Perfect,” we all agreed.

Jimmy looked mystified, so Mary showed him too. He was outraged.

“What the fuck?” he yelled, and then he screamed in agony as Liz tugged hard on his chain, and one of the nipple clamps came off.

“Don’t ever raise your voice to one of my friends again,” she warned in a menacing tone.

Jimmy was sobbing with pain as the blood flowed back into his nipple. Liz pinched it between her finger and thumb and he yelled again. She kept up the pressure until he sobbed,

“I’m sorry, alright? I won’t shout at her again. Please let me go.”

Liz released his nipple, but dragged her nail across the tender bud. He howled in agony. She ignored him, and turned to Mary with a grin.

“Lower, please,” she said softly, “and start the video.”

Mary pressed the button again and Jimmy’s arms began to come down. Liz kicked his legs from under him, and he found himself leaning forward. She used her feet to kick his legs apart, and looked at Mary.

“Ready?” she asked, and Mary nodded.

Liz spoke to the camera.

“So I’m here with my submissive Jimmy,” she began with a smile. “Jimmy loves to be beaten and dominated.”

At this, Jimmy began to protest. Nicola picked up a ball gag from the table and walked into shot. She fitted it quickly and tightened it up, making speech impossible. Mary got this all down on film, and Liz smiled and continued.

“As I was saying, many of Jimmy’s friends see him as a macho alpha male. The truth is very different. Jimmy loves nothing better than to be beaten and dominated by strong women. He also likes to be fucked like a bitch. It’s a process called pegging. Allow me to demonstrate.”

Liz reached between Jimmy’s legs and yanked the butt plug out of his arse. There was a muffled yelp. and his legs began to tremble. Liz showed the butt plug to the camera. It was streaked with blood and shit. She smiled an evil smile.

“He gets to clean this up if he takes his pegging bravely,” she said, putting the butt plug to one side.

She turned to face the camera and waggled her strap-on provocatively, like a lot of men tend to do with their cocks.

“Guess where this goes?” she asked rhetorically.

Without further ado, she positioned herself between Jimmy’s open legs, lined her cock up to his arsehole and plunged it in. Thanks to the butt plug, his arsehole stretched and accommodated her strap-on without too much resistance, although there was a tremendous wet sounding fart as she slammed home.

“Now, I proceed to fuck him like the sissy bitch he is,” Liz announced, thrusting in and out savagely as she said each word. To Mary’s delight, his cock started to react, and she focussed for a while on that as his hard-on developed.

“Liz is stimulating his prostate,” Eileen whispered to us. “He can’t help but get a hard-on! Still, it looks as if he’s enjoying it to those who get to watch the video clip!”

Liz continued to peg Jimmy, reaching round to grab hold of the dangling chain. One clamp was still attached to Jimmy’s nipple. As she pegged him, Liz kept up a running commentary and tugged occasionally on her chain.

Suddenly, Jimmy’s body went stiff. Mary recognised the signs and moved back so as to get the whole thing on video on the phone’s camera. Liz was pegging Jimmy hard, fast and deep. With a groan that was audible even through his gag, Jimmy started to cum.

But it wasn’t a normal violent ejaculation. Cum started to ooze out of his rampant cock. We clapped, whistled and cheered as a thick rope of cum emerged from his cock and slowly dripped onto the floor. Liz pulled out of Jimmy with a slurping sound, turned to the camera and bowed. Her strap-on gleamed with Jimmy’s arse secretions.

Mary balanced the camera on the table, made a few adjustments, and focussed it.

“Group photo, Ladies,” she instructed and we all gathered round. Mary pressed a button and hurried to join us. A few seconds later we heard a click and went to look at the result.

It was a brilliant photo, showing us all in our hoods, with Jimmy and his chest message and Liz and her glistening strap-on beaming at the camera.

Jimmy slumped in his bonds, totally defeated.

Liz asked Eileen if she could take Jimmy down and move him to the wet area.

“I need a piss,” she said.

When Mary operated the switch again, and Jimmy’s arms were lowered, he seemed totally subdued. He allowed Eileen to unshackle his wrists and lead him over to the wet area.

Carefully Eileen made him lie down as she placed his head inside a toilet box. Jimmy winced as his swollen ball sac got trapped between his legs.

“All ready, sweetie,” Eileen smiled at Liz and she waltzed jauntily over and sat on the toilet box.

It was a cube made up of three clear glass sides. The front panel slid up so that whoever was underneath the person using the box could insert her or his head. The front panel was then slid back into place, effectively trapping the person’s head inside the box, underneath whoever wanted to sit on the toilet seat and pee. Fully toilet trained subs did not confine themselves merely to water sports.

Liz sat down daintily on the toilet seat. She looked at Mary.

“Will you film this too, please?” she asked with a mischievous grin.

Mary was only too pleased to do as she was asked.

As we all watched, Liz gave a loud fart and began to piss. A gentle trickle at first soon became a torrent. Jimmy’s face and head were soaked, and as he began to splutter, some of Liz’s golden rain must have got in his mouth. This was one lesson the bastard would never forget.

Liz got up and gratefully accepted a roll of toilet paper from Eileen. She wiped herself and casually threw the soiled tissue down the toilet. It landed on Jimmy’s face. We all laughed and congratulated Liz on her performance.