The chains moved silently across Bridget’s ass as I followed her down a new hallway after my late breakfast. The others had come up from the dungeon and gone out to the pool or up to their rooms to relax.
She opened a door to a small room that barely the size of a large closet. Inside were shelves and hooks holding a variety of devices from clamps, restraints, whips, and rope, to things of which I had never seen before.
"Wow," I sighed, looking around the room. "What is all this stuff?"
Bridget did not answer. She was sometimes too good at doing what she was told and only what she was told. I had a hundred questions at that moment.
She held a penis shaped rubber dildo up in front of me. "Have you ever worn a device like this before?"
"Worn?" I asked.
"Yes, this is a butt plug. See how it has these lips at the end? That is to ensure that it does not go inside and get lost."
"Oh. No I haven’t."
"Well, then this is probably too big."
She put it back on the shelf and picked up a smaller one. I couldn’t believe how many different styles and sizes there were. One even looked like a double that would be used for the vagina and anus. She picked up a belt with several straps and a bottle of oil.
"Are you empty?" she asked.
"Empty?" I felt stupid that I didn’t seem to know what she was talking about.
"Have you had a bowel movement recently?" she explained.
"Oh... um... yes, this morning. Why?"
"This would feel uncomfortable if you were... full. Follow me."
We went down the hall to the last room, which appeared to be her bedroom when we entered. She left the door open and motioned me toward the bed.
"Please kneel there with your bottom to me."
"Why?" I had all kinds of alarms going off inside of me. What was she going to do to me?
"So that I can fit you with this." She seemed frustrated by my resistance.
"You’re going to put it in?" I asked in disbelief.
"Those were my instructions."
We were at a stalemate. I didn’t want her doing it to me, after all she was a slave, or submissive, or whatever it was we called ourselves. She couldn’t make me do it. But I wasn’t sure I wanted to cause a scene and get myself into even more trouble.
"Fine!" I huffed, kneeling on the bed. "Let’s get it over with."
She put the butt plug through a hole in the harness and then coated it with oil and pressed it against my anus.
"Try to relax," she suggested.
"Ow!" I cried pulling away from her.
"You’re not relaxing... come on, try and I’ll go slower."
She moved it around the opening, and although it felt good up to a point, it started to hurt when it got beyond that.
"No more... no more..." I pleaded.
"You’re doing great," she said encouragingly. "We’re almost there. Let me show you a little trick." She stopped pressing on the butt plug and started to stroke my clit.
"Oh!" I gasped, as she pinched and stroked it. She dipped her fingers into my pussy for more juices and spread them over my clit and continued. Whenever she pinched my clit, she would press the butt plug in a little further.
"Oh man..." I groaned.
"This seems to help many women tolerate anal sex," she explained. "I think it distracts them from the discomfort."
It had certainly distracted me. I was almost disappointed when the plug was in all the way.
"Okay, you can stand now and I will adjust the belt."
I stood from the bed and spread my legs as she reach for the strap that came up the front and connected with the belt that went around my waist. The plug didn’t hurt once it was in, but was certainly noticeable when I moved.
"How’s that?" she asked, stepping back and looking at me.
"As well as can be expected, I would say."
"Fine. You may go now to your master."
My master? The words echoed in my mind as I left her room and walked back down the hall. I didn’t really think of Brad as my master. A mentor maybe, but a master?
When I walked through the living room to find Brad, Allison and Troy were just coming in with him from meeting the others out by the pool. Allison and I laughed when we saw each other. She was wearing a g-string and nipple clamps and there I was standing naked except for the butt plug and harness.
"Don’t you look lovely," she giggled.
"I could say the same."
Troy swatted her on the behind. "I don’t believe you had permission to speak my dear."
"Sorry Sir," she said, bowing her head like a good little sub.
"Troy, this is Joni, Allison’s friend," explained Brad. "I think this is the first time the two of them have met under these circumstances."
"Well, Allison was correct about you looking lovely."
"Thank you." I spoke softly, trying not to really look at him, although I had already noticed how handsome he was in the trunks he was wearing. Instead I looked at the clamps he had placed on Allison. They looked like they would really hurt, but she seemed pretty happy with her newfound adventure.
Brad ran his hand over my ass and pressed in on the plug. "How does that feel?" he asked.
"Uncomfortable," I complained.
"Good."
"Marsha wants to play croquet," announced Warren coming in from the pool. "Do you two chaps want to play doubles with us?"
Troy immediately started to laugh. "Only if Allison and Joni are part of the wickets."
"By all means," agreed Warren. "I think we have enough for the rest as well. Let’s do it now before the sun gets too hot."
We all followed him out to the patio where he flagged the others to come and join. We walked up a hill to a flat, green grassy area where the croquet sets stood waiting. Johnny and James were told to kneel in front of each other by Marsha in the starting position. They were wearing harnesses that held their cock and balls up tightly. Walter and Miranda were placed on the right sides and Allison and Barbara were placed on the left. I was the middle wicket and Peter and Mary were placed behind each other at the far end. Peter and Walter were also wearing harnesses, but their balls were left exposed. We were all instructed to kneel like human wickets with our legs spread wide and our hands behind our heads.
"Ladies first," motioned Troy to Marsha.
"You’re always such a gentleman, Troy."
Marsha loved to flirt with the men. I wondered if Allison found her as annoying as I did. She lined he ball up in front of Johnny and James and took aim.
"Watch out boys, here I come!"
They managed to raise themselves up without appearing to have moved as her ball cleared its way through their legs and rolled to the other side. Troy was next.
"She was much to easy on you lads," he teased, pretending to take a wild stroke. But his ball glided through their legs and tapped Marsha’s sending it off to the left.
"Oh you!" Marsha swatted Troy on the arm.
"Now, now... no hitting the Doms Marsha."
Warren was up next and tapped his ball so that it lodged underneath James.
"Oh dear, such luck," he mocked. He looked beneath them to see how much clearance he had.
"I could hit it through for you," suggested Brad. Johnny buried his head in the back of James' neck and pretended to whimper. Everyone laughed.
"Let’s see you try," agreed Warren.
Brad lined his ball up and gave it a smack. Sure enough Warren’s ball was dislodged and went sailing through practically up to where I was kneeling and Brad’s ball cleared the double wickets as well.
"Well done ol’ chap," Warren said with a British accent.
Marsha tapped her ball toward Walter, but went too far. Troy lined his up perfectly in front of Walter, but Warren knocked it out of the way with his shot.
"After all we’ve done for you," exclaimed Brad, knocking Warren’s ball far out of the way.
Marsha hit her’s back toward Walter and it stopped when it rolled up against his leg. Troy aimed his in the same direction and it rested right in front of Walter. He appeared to fidget as the balls started coming toward him. Marsha brushed his hair softly and suggest he raise up a bit. Warren had to smack his ball pretty hard to get it back into play and it came rushing toward Walter at such a speed that he dropped his hands to protect himself. Warren’s ball hit Troy’s and sent it through.
"Walter!" Marsha scolded, grabbing her crop she always kept attached at her waist. "Sit still!" She struck him twice on the buttocks for moving his hands and told him to be still.
"I’m sorry Mistress," he whispered.
"Thank you Warren," said Troy, laughing as he moved behind Walter.
Brad’s ball was still lined up in front of Walter and he hit it through with ease. Then it was Marsha’s turn to aim toward me. Amazingly, she manage to roll it right up in front of me.
"Nice shot, Partner," congratulated Warren. She bowed gracefully.
Troy knocked his in the same direction, but landed to the left of me, as did Brad who followed him. Warren finally got his ball through Walter, who seemed relieved that his part was over.
Marsha stood close enough to me so that I was staring into her navel as she lined up the mallet with her ball. I wanted to lean back, but I knew she would noticed, so I remained still. She hit it cock-sided so that it bounced off the inside of my leg.
"Ow!" I cried out as the ball rolled on.
"Sorry my dear." There wasn’t the least bit of an apology in her voice as she tapped me on the head.
"Hmm..." sighed Troy, sizing up the angle for his ball. "It’s hard to concentrate with such a lovely wicket to shoot at."
I tried not to grin at his compliment.
"Although all that hair down there, it’s hard to really see the target. Why have you not shaved her yet, Brad?"
He hit the ball with the mallet and it rolled to a stop between my thighs.
"Well, Joni is sort of on loan to me this weekend," explained Brad as he Warren lined up his mallet with his ball. "If she were mine, she would be shaved."
Warren managed to get his ball to rest directly behind Troy’s.
"Ha ha!" laughed Warren. "You have to go through me first if you want between those thighs Brad.""
"I won’t challenge you on your own course, Warren." Brad hit his ball so that it sat in turn behind Warren’s. "But then again, I won’t put it through for you either."
Marsha headed her ball toward Miranda and put herself in a clear lead. Troy came over and stooped in front of me to observe the position of his ball. He appeared to be eyeing my breasts more than his ball and looked up briefly and winked at me.
"Lovely, just lovely."
He reached down between my legs and I tried my hardest not to move. He pulled up a twig and held it.
"Just clearing the debris."
He stood and then placed his sandal on Warren’s ball and gave it a smack, sending his ball through. The sound made me startle and jump, but I managed to stay in my position.
"Lucky shot, you bastard," cursed Warren who came over and stood in front of me. My arms were starting to ache from being held behind my head. He smacked his ball through my legs and gave my head a pat as he continued on to the next hole.
"How about a kiss for luck," said Brad, bending down and kissing my lips. His ball was at least a foot in front of me, but he sent it sailing easily through.
"Excellent!" cheered Troy.
"A cause for celebration," agreed Brad. He opened his robe and lifted his cock to my mouth. I was shocked that he would have me service him there in front of everyone.
"As I’ve taught you," he said quietly.
I opened my mouth and let him roll his cock over my tongue and lips and even into my mouth without sucking on it until I was told.
"Very nice," he smiled, stroking my chin with his hand. "Keep going."
His cock was completely erect and he pushed to see how much I would take before I gagged in front of the others.
"It’s your turn, Brad" called Marsha.
"I’m afraid I’ll have to pass this time around," he laughed. "She’s doing too fine a job on me."
"In that case, let me just take your place," offered Troy coming over to his side. Brad looked at me a moment and then winked.
"Okay, keep her warmed up for me."
I couldn’t believe he was going to have me service Troy right there and then. I looked over at Allison briefly and she was trying not to laugh. Sure enough, Troy stepped out of his trunks and held his cock out for me to suck. I held my mouth open like Brad had taught me and waited for him to instruct me. Instead he just pushed it into my mouth until I finally stopped him with my tongue. It made me appreciate how erotica Brad was when we did this.
"Where do I get in line for this?" asked Warren.
"Don’t you wish you had been my partner now?" teased Brad. "You have to use your own slave or one of Marsha’s."
"So that’s how it is, huh?"
Brad returned in front of me and waved Troy to go take his turn.
"Thank you for being such a good girl," he said low enough so that the others couldn’t hear. He fed his still-erect cock to me. "Just remember, the more you please me, the more you will be pleased."
"My turn," interrupted Troy. "I mean, you’re turn." He laughed at his own joke as Brad went to take his turn.
"Mmm... mmm... yeah," he sighed. "Take it all in." He looked over at Allison and winked. "Don’t worry little girl, your helping is coming up."
When Brad returned he kissed my lips and thanked me. "I think that I better stop or Marsha will win for certain."
"We wouldn’t want that," I whispered.
"No we wouldn’t," he whispered back. "How’s the butt plug feeling?"
"It’s starting to hurt now," I admitted. I thought it only hurt in the beginning.
"Well, I’ll let you take it out as soon as the game is over."
"You’re turn," Troy called over to Brad. He had gone over to Allison and given her, as promised, her feeding. She seemed delighted at having the opportunity to service him. He reached over and untied her g-string, revealing a freshly shaved pubic area. I felt a ball hit the back of my foot.
"Watch your toes, Joni," warned Brad. "We’re coming your way."
I tried to remain kneeling and yet keep my feet up off the ground. I found it impossible. Brad’s ball hit by my inner knee. Troy stopped playing with Allison long enough to come and shoot his ball, which knocked Marsha’s up by my thigh. Warren was a couple of strokes behind and still getting through Barbara.
"Where’s a spreader bar when you need one?" sighed Marsha, trying to get her mallet between my thigh and her ball. "Spread a little wider dear."
I tried to accommodate her, but it made the butt plug hurt more.
She smacked her ball and it ricocheted off my thigh and through to the front. Troy was having a hard time leaving Allison to come and take his turn. Brad walked over to coax him off and replaced him instead. It seemed odd to watch him let Allison suck his cock when I was perfectly willing to do it. I wondered how she had found it so amusing for Troy to do that to me. I really was territorial when it came to relationships.
"Too bad that butt plug is in the way," sighed Troy kneeling behind me. "I’d be sorely tempted to replace it about now." He sent his ball through and returned to Allison.
"What do you think?" he asked Brad, returning his cock to Allison’s mouth.
"Very nice," agreed Brad.
"No fair feeding the wickets while I’m trying to take a shot," whined Marsha. "Find another wicket Troy."
Brad was shooting through my legs so I was fortunately unavailable. He walked over to Barbara who had just been cleared by Warren.
"Oh God!" moaned Troy. "This one is great. You know I think I just need a taste test to check them all out."
Brad and Warren laughed. "I can tell you right now who would win," laughed Warren.
"Who?" asked Troy.
Warren, Brad, and Marsha all said "Johnny!" at the same time.
"No shit?"
"Bridget might be a close second," said Warren proudly. "Although, I wouldn’t say no to any of the subs here this weekend. Even Brad’s naughty Joni."
Troy had finished his shot through Allison and waited patiently for the others to come through so he could resume his feeding.
"Naughty Joni?" he asked.
"Yes, I’m afraid Warren caught her in the hallway peeping into another room last night," explained Brad. Allison looked over at me with a surprised stare.
"Tsk... tsk... tsk." Troy shook his finger at me. "That is a naughty girl."
Warren knocked his between my legs and came around in front of me. He pinched my nipple and kissed my forehead. "Yes, but she’s a lovely little wicket though."
Brad had managed to get the lead on Marsha and had moved his ball behind Johnny. Marsha was next to hit in that direction. "Here I come boys," she laughed. "Make room for me." She tapped Brad’s ball so that it lodged under the boys. Johnny pretended to whimper again.
Troy shot his ball through Allison and then resumed feeding her his cock while he waited for Warren.
"I’m not sure how we’re going to solve this one," sighed Brad, looking at the placement of balls behind Johnny. "You may have to knock me through."
"Shit," sighed Marsha. "You would win either way."
"I’m afraid so, My Lady."
"Ah, good," groaned Troy, grabbing Allison’s hair and pushing his cock in further. "The pressure is off."
"Somehow, I think I’ve managed last place," sighed Warren.
"Not in my book, dear," comforted Marsha. "Let’s go cool off in the pool."
Brad helped me up and we all walked back to the house, except for Allison and Troy who seemed quite intense as we left.