Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Jack relaxed. “Do tell.”
“I’m thinking,” Eric said, glancing down at his clipboard, “of some kind of predicament bondage. Something involving nipple clamps and a remote-controlled vibrator for each sub. We could either use the straddle beam or the balancing beam to make it interesting. The girls will have to cooperate to make it work.”
They discussed possible scenarios and came up with an agreed-upon scene. “Sounds hot,” Jack said, excited at the prospect of watching the women in action. “What will you want me to do while you put them through their paces?”
“Mostly you’ll just be there as a spotter and observer. And, of course, you can see to Cleo’s aftercare once the session’s over.”
They walked together up to the third floor, Eric carrying a large gear bag on his shoulder. Upon entering the training room, they were treated to a pretty sight. Cleo and the new trainee were kneeling side by side, backs arched, knees spread, eyes demurely downcast. They were a pleasing contrast, fair Cleo with her straight, light brown hair falling loose past her shoulders, Rowan with a wild tumble of dark rippling waves, her olive-toned skin tan, her cheeks rosy.
Jack noticed that Rowan had piercings—gold barbell jewelry glinting on either side of dusky rose nipples. What would it be like to pierce Cleo’s lovely nipples? Would he do it himself? Or hold her in his arms while someone else did the deed?
Focus, he warned himself. Stay in the moment.
Eric lowered the balance beam so it was resting flat on the ground. Unlike the straddle beam, which was narrow in width, the balance beam was a broader plank on which a sub could stand. It was usually used for poise and grace exercises, but Eric’s idea was deliciously diabolical.
They had the girls stand on the beam facing one another. About six feet in length and one foot in width, it allowed each sub to place both feet side-by-side on the plank.
Eric produced two vibrators still in their original shrink wrap from his bag of tricks. Each phallus had a small clit tickler attached. Eric removed the protective wrappings and handed one of the dildos to Jack.
Addressing the girls, Eric said, “This session will be about working together to achieve your goals. Your goal is to keep the vibrators in place while obeying various commands. Be sure to ask permission if you think you’re about to climax. I may or may not let you, so make no assumptions.”
Cleo’s eyes sparkled with anticipation, but Rowan’s huge, dark eyes widened with trepidation. She brought her hand to her mouth to worry a fingernail, but at a small shake of Cleo’s head, she dropped her arm back to her side. Eric, who was digging in his gear bag, didn’t appear to notice the brief, silent exchange.
He brought out two pairs of clover clamps along with a tube of lubricant and the remotes for the two vibrators. “We’ll make things more fun by attaching nipple clamps.”
Both girls’ eyes widened at this. Cleo looked excited, while Rowan looked anxious.
“To reiterate,” Eric continued, “your goal is to make sure you keep your dildo and the nipple clamps in place, and don’t fall off the beam. Any questions, Cleo?”
“No, Sir,” Cleo replied.
“And you, Rowan?”
“No, Sir,” the girl echoed in a pleasingly husky voice, though she looked nervous as hell.
As Jack gently slid the lubricated shaft into Cleo’s tight cunt, he looked deep into her blue eyes. Her lips parted slightly as he eased the phallus in deeper. His cock hardened as a small, soft moan escaped her lips. When he nestled the clit stimulator against the hood of her clit, she shivered, expelling a small breath. Jack wished he hadn’t agreed to share Cleo, as their time together was so short.
But a glance at Rowan made him glad Cleo was there for her. Of course, it was natural to be nervous in a new training situation, but there was something else behind those large, startled doe eyes he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Hopefully, having another sub along for her first training session would help her to relax.
Once the girls were properly trussed, they set to work with the clamps. They attached one side of each pair to Cleo’s nipples, the other side to Rowan’s, so that when one girl moved, the other would feel the tug. At the moment, they were close enough that the chains had leeway. Jack was certain the trainer would soon remedy that.
Eric clicked both remotes to an on position and handed one to Jack. Rowan startled slightly as the quiet whirring began. Cleo drew in a breath but remained outwardly calm.
“Remember,” Eric admonished, “don’t climax unless or until I give you express permission. Now. Take a small step away from each other.”
Poor Rowan continued to look like a deer in the headlights. She managed well enough, though without the grace Cleo exhibited. Mindful of the phalluses they needed to keep between their legs, each woman stepped back carefully on the beam until the chains between them were parallel to the floor, but not overly taut.