"Yes, I'm very pleased"

You pull her to you and kiss her savagely, and she responds with equal ferocity, winding he fingers in your hair and holding your face to hers. You break the kiss and push her away, looking at her, her face wanton and feral.

"Yes, I'm very pleased," you answer, taking off your tie and jacket and throwing them on the couch. "Show them to me."

She smiles with shining lips and struts towards the stairs, twitching her hips at you, her firm round ass wiggling.

You follow her downstairs into the room you and Laurel long ago turned into a well-equipped dungeon. The track lighting is on, highlighting the features of the room, particularly Laurel and Meghan trapped and helpless, their hands shackled above their heads, standing on their toes near the center of the room. Meghan wears a cream satin teddy and backless heels, Laurel a black one. They both stare at you in trepidation as you enter the room, Meghan visibly trembling.

You look at them coldly, slowly walking around them, examining them in silence. Elena stands just inside the door, her arms folded, looking every inch the vicious dominatrix. You step in front of Laurel and swiftly run your hand under her teddy, roughly thrusting fingers into her pussy. She's dripping wet, gasping as you feel her, spreading her swollen lips. You pull you fingers out and hold them to her mouth, and she obediently licks them, looking at you with shy submissive eyes.

You turn to Elena and gesture. "Whip this one. Five strokes on her ass." Laurel whimpers at your words and Meghan gasps, her eyes wide. Elena looks uncertain, unfolding her arms but coming no closer. You stare at her coldly. "Whip her, or I will chain you up beside her and whip you harder. And then I will release her and have her whip you."

She bites her lip and nods, moving closer. You gesture to her where to stand and raise the teddy so Laurel's ass is exposed. You nod at Elena who makes a light swipe at your wife's fine round ass with the riding crop. Laurel bites her lip and looks at you, nodding.

"Harder. I want to hear her squeal," you order. Elena takes a slightly harder swipe and Laurel makes a tiny noise, rocking in her chains.

"Give me the crop," you say, taking it from her. You walk behind Laurel which puts you beside Elena and lash the Latina hard across her bare ass.

"¡Por dios!" she squeals, turning on you in alarm and anger. " ¡Chinga te cabrón! What you hit me for, vato?"

You throw the riding crop at her feet. "Pick it up and whip her properly, perra," you tell her, your face a mask of stone. She glares at you and picks up the crop, anger and uncertainty fighting in her eyes. For a moment you think she's going to hit you with it, but she turns and lashes Laurel across her ass, drawing a yelp from the helpless blonde, who stares at you with submissive eyes.

Elena whips her again and Laurel squeals, writhing in her chains.

"Oh God! Make her stop!" she pleads. "Please Master! Please!" Elena hesitates and looks at you and you signal her to continue. She looks doubtful but whips her again, drawing a deep guttural groan from your wife.

"That's enough for now," you say, stepping to a table and coming back with some clamps and a chain. Laurel wriggles as she sees them, whimpering in anticipation. You pull her teddy down and ease a clamp onto one nipple. She gasps and bites her lip and looks at you under her lashes. When you clamp the other nipple she moans and throws her head back.

"Ohhhhh! Thank you Master!" Elena is watching with fascination, biting her lip. You attach a chain to each clip, leaving about eighteen inches of slack between Laurel's nipples. She looks down at the chain, whining softly and biting her lip. You show her a weight and hang it from the chain, tugging her nipples downwards. She moans ecstatically, pressing her thighs together, panting rhythmically.

You look over at Meghan hanging from her shackles. Her face is flushed and excited, with a flicker of fear in her eyes as she watches you torment your wife. You look at her coldly and stand in front of her, looking at her dispassionately.

"Master," she quavers, her chin wobbling, "may I speak?"

"You may."

"Mrs. Chandler told me I have a safe word. That if I say it things will stop."

"Did she? That was good of her."

"She said it was 'red', that if I said it things would stop."

"Are you saying it, slave?"

"No Master," she answers in a whisper. "Will you punish me now, Master?"

"Soon, slave."

"Yes Master, thank you Master." She sways in her chains, writhing gently as she looks at you, her face flushed.

You run your hand down her body, roughly fondling her, seeing her gasp and bite her lip, closing her eyes and pressing against your touch, the withdraw from her, going to a drawer and coming back to Laurel.

You pull her teddy up, exposing her pussy and trimmed mound of blonde fur. Looking into her pleading eyes you clamp a wooden clothes pin on one of the plump outer lips of her pussy. She opens her mouth wide in a silent scream, then gasps as you clip a pin on the other lip. She looks at you with half lidded eyes, her mouth open and wanton, making little mewling noises of pain and lust.

You point to a table where a large round headed massager lies, gesturing to Elena to pick it up. She does so, coming back to hand it to you, looking flushed and excited.

"You're going to do this Elena. Use it on her clit. Bring her to the point of coming and then stop. Bring her there again, then stop again. She is only to come when you give her permission. If she disobeys, whip her tits." Laurel looks at you with wet hungry eyes, not speaking. Elena looks at you, uncertain but excited, turning on the vibrator to hear it buzz.