P03E15

Howard looked at his watch, and said: “In fact, I think you’re done with Training for today, Jason. You have fucked her for 11 hours straight, and I’m proud of you. Take some rest. “

When I withdrew from her, the fatigue of my muscles fell unto me as a heavy load. It felt as if I had done a day of intense, physical work, which was true in a sense, of course. At the same time, I had had an orgasm in the morning, but I had also had a full workday of fucking her after that, and my dick reported that he was ready for gratification again. He regretted leaving the warm embrace of her slit, and he said he wanted to unload in her. I told him to wait, and crashed on a couch. He hummed disappointment, but understanding.

Now that Marcy wasn’t available, Howard had to get up himself to fetch drinks for us. Heather returned to earth only slowly, maybe even reluctantly. She still lay on her stomach, in her last fucking position, sprawled across a pillow so her ass proudly stuck up in the air. Now that the incessant thrusting had ceased, her moaning took minutes to tune down into panting, and then more minutes to fade into merely heaving. Her heart rate went down, and she finally managed to turn on her side and look at me.

“Thank you, sir. “

I nodded in acknowledgment: “Sure. Welcome. “

Howard passed me my first whiskey of the day, and said: “You really did well, Jason. You nailed that girl like I haven’t been able to do since I was thirty. You are indeed a talented stud.”

I glowed in the shine of his praise. Just a week ago, the word wouldn’t have meant anything to me, but today I was proud of my role in this mesmerizing community.

“It has been a long day. I suppose we go to bed now? “

“Almost. There is just one more thing. “

“There is? About what?”

“When you do a training like this, it is customary to offer your host a surprise. You know, some attribute or skill his wife has been taught when she returns, without him expecting it. A hidden present for him, and a thank you for lending her to you. Like an Easter egg.“

“Can you give me an example? “

“An improved obedience. Deepthroating ability. Striptease skills. Anything, really. “

“So what do you suggest for Heather? “

“It isn’t very easy. Teaching those skills takes time, and Dave requested all available time for fucking. However, I have something in mind. “

“Yes? What is it? “

“He has mentioned that her pain training isn’t going very well. She has trouble channeling pain into hornification. He would be pleasantly surprised if Heather managed to create that link this week. “

“But how can we do that? It isn’t really feasible to whip her as she is being fucked as well. “

“I am not talking about that, it would interfere with the penetration schedule. Still there is a time window for it. “

I thought for a minute, but couldn’t find an answer. How to find time for this Easter egg training when she got fucked all the time?

Howard led me on: “Think… which big time window is just being wasted now?”

I hesitated: “Do you mean… the night? But I would think we should sleep to recover energy for the new day? “

“Obviously. But it is very possible to process pain while sleeping. What you basically do is, administer a thorough whipping just before bed. For the first hour, the pain may be unbearable, but she will be exhausted enough to fall asleep after that, taking her burning ass with her in her dreams. And after all those long hours of lust, her subconscious should be able to turn this new heat into lust as well.”

“I can’t believe that! Surely it can’t be done? “

Howard shrugged: “The best way to show you is by doing it. We clean and dry her tonight, and then whip her thoroughly. Put her to sleep, hands tied to prevent rubbing. Check her juice level in the morning. You’ll see.”

Heather’s breathing had become restless as we talked, and she finally produced a humble: “Please… No… “

“Shut up, slut. I think this tradition of putting Easter eggs in a girl is very brotherly. It is true, isn’t it? You could really juice up over this? “

“I don’t know! Right now, I just fear the whip… It doesn’t have to be… very hard, does it? “

Howard said: “No, I don’t think so, not today. This is just your first night, there are several more to come, we can expand the experience then. For tonight, just a teaser.”

He walked up to the whip rack, and selected a supple black leather flogger.

Heather sighed in the realization that there would be no escape from this, and presented her ass to him as a matter of customary obedience to a man.

I watched in amazement as Howard unleashed a solid flogging on her. Maybe he didn’t use the full strength of his arm, but he certainly didn’t hold back either. The strokes came fast, it only took him a minute to deliver 50 lashes. She wept when he finished. Her ass was dark red, and embroiled with hundreds of even darker lash lines.

Howard helped her up. She stumbled and wiggled when he led her off to her cell to tie her up for sleeping. I took my cock in my hand and considered jerking a shot from him. The idea seemed like a waste. Who would want to shoot a load across his own stomach, in here? My cock felt powerful and hungry as he cherished the gentle wank up and down in my fist. He would lose that power when he shot, he would need to retreat into flaccidity, carry out the long process of reloading. I didn’t want to do that. I would be a better fucker for Heather in the morning. When I was to unload this week, I would do it inside her.

I had a closing drink with Howard, then we called it a night. I didn’t even miss the warm embrace of Marcy’s body; I must have slept the second I hit the mattress.