Chapter 5

“ ... Ughhh!” I grunted into my bitch, having increased now the girth of the strap-on-dildo I’d been using in the past, “Oh look, more guests arriving at the party!” which I could see through the attic window looking down on the backyard. The lake we bordered and the large yard as well as the many bathrooms in the house, made this place the go to for family picnics. I expected about twenty people this Sunday afternoon, and it was looking now that we just might exceed that.

“Nnnn,” my cuck of a husband complained through his gag at the wider intrusion. “Shhh my chubby hubby,” I cooed into his ear, “be good and you’ll get a nice green salad ... with maybe some light olive oil—but nothing else!” Again, he groaned as I increased the pace. “To earn meat, we do ass to mouth first!” I grunted, sending the dildo in up to its plastic balls, wondering now how I could possibly be so cruel and demanding. His fucking fault!

I pulled out and slipped off the strap-on as I glanced out the window again, confident the growing crowd below couldn’t see into this attic with the angle the sun was shinning. I sacked my two bound bitches with leather hoods, so now they couldn’t even amuse themselves by watching the people below. “Keep it tight,” I told the overly pierced-bitch, Kytt, which was how I thought of her now. The hollow plug-piercings through her pussy lips made it easy for me to slip a padlock through, effectively putting her pussy off limits.

A length of a soft red rope I was now attaching to the padlock via a small rubberband; didn’t want to tear a pussy lip if she tripped! She wasn’t able to fall over, I confirmed with a tug on the chain that ran up her back and to a D-bolt in the ceiling; pretty much the same configuration I had my husband in. He couldn’t move from where he stood, but she could a bit.

I did the same with the other end of the rope around my other bitch’s balls, and now the two were bound, literally. “Test it!” I commanded the two, both of which began gyrating their hips, which caused my husband’s ball-sack to stretch out nicely. He had a cock cage on, so I figured he couldn’t cum no matter how fast the piercing-bitch’s pussy tugged on the rope. Even if she scooted backward the ten feet that separated them, he wouldn’t be able to mount her.

“Have fun,” I said as I walked out and closed the attic door behind me.

“ ... where’s Josh, my sister Tiny called out from where she sat at our long picnic table.

“Oh, he’s tied up in a conference call,” I lied, “Be a while before he comes.” She looked a little disappointed, then again, she always did lately. Tiny hadn’t come to the party with her husband, Cantor, which was happening more and more. She’d confided in me that as a couple they were struggling and had even legally separated but were now back together. Having no kids was a blessing for these two, I was sure.

“I know where he is,” Darlyn, my sister-in-law, whispered as she stared across the table at my other sister-in-law, Cindy, who grimaced, guiltily. “Is he alone,” Darlyn asked as she sipped a wine-cooler.

“Go check,” I dared her, getting a shake of her head in reply.

“Kytt, right?” Cindy asked after looking around for a few moments to apparently figure out who was present. I nodded my head, and waited for Darlyn to comment as she very much looked like she wanted to.

“How old is she?” Darlyn asked in a near whisper.

“Ahh ... twenty ... at the most,” I replied, “Skinny as hell—her piercings practically out weigh her!” We all laughed. I could see Darlyn was more than a little interested in the attic as she’d yet to see it after I’d made a dungeon out it. When she looked up at the attic windows again, I couldn’t help but do the same, almost disjointed now that we couldn’t make out either of my bitches.

“Oh, you got to go!” Cindy teased.

“Noo...” Darlyn replied, “Niel’s likely up their lurking...”

“When is your brother coming?” I asked, now that I thought about it. “When you least expect it,” Darlyn scowled. Wow, I thought, still bad-blood between them, likely from the fuck Niel had coerced her into. “Gooo!” Cindy chided again.

“You coming?” Darlyn asked as she stood and downed the rest of her drink.

“No, I don’t want them disturbed too much—one at a time,” I told Cindy, who I was confident wouldn’t disobey her part-time mistress. I then leaned forward toward Darlyn to explain, “There’s masks in a pouch at the top of the attic stairs ... please put one on. When your done leave them sacked.”

“Sacked?” she asked.

“You’ll see when you get there,” Cindy chuckled.

“Abuse them all you want!” I called out after Darlyn, who looked back over her shoulder at me with a scolding look at my loud suggestion.

“The camera on?” Cindy whispered excitedly as soon as Darlyn had gone back into the house. I nodded my head with a grin as we both dug out our phones and connected to the livestream my bitch of a husband had set up in the attic. Both of us were impatient, I could tell as we waited and waited for Darlyn to show up on the screen, forgetting perhaps how long it took to climb three full flights of stairs. “Taking a pitstop maybe?” I suggested just before Darlyn could be seen slowly opening the attic door.

“Nice mask,” Cindy chuckled at what our sister-in-law was wearing, which was a half-faced leopard mask. With a stunned look on her lips, Darlyn stared at my naked husband’s back, obviously not fully having believed there was a dungeon in the attic. He had spreader bars on his wrists and ankles, and with the leather sack over his head, I was sure he couldn’t see a god-damned thing. In fact, if Darlyn was quiet, he wouldn’t even realize she was there.

“Oh, she’s watching the video!” Cindy squealed. Sure enough, the multipaned video on the big TV screen had captured Darlyn’s attention. On it I could tell was a scene of skinny little Kytt being mounted by Liz with a strap-on, and another one of me wearing a full leather bodysuit, doing the same to my sacked husband. There were a lot more scenes to come, and never-ending as the video was continuously looped.

“Dare I asked what you’re watching?” my sister Tina asked with an accusing look as she joined us, causing both Cindy and I to hide what we were watching.