Chapter 8

I'll report on Johnny and Susan next.

Gone was the fighting spitfire of earlier. Johnny walked over to where he had left her chained to one of the wall brackets, her back pressed against the stone wall. As he approached her I couldn't help but notice that his cock was definitely revitalizing the closer he got to her. Hands reached out and took hold of her ringed breasts and played with them, causing them to form all sorts of odd shapes. It was equally obvious that he was causing no pain at all.

I remembered that she didn't like harsh treatment to them, nor to her pussy. I also had no trouble recalling her request for the night was more weights attached to her nipple rings, a hot ass and a good old fashioned buggering. Her favorite. It seemed that Johnny was more than willing to do as she wanted.

I had yet to feel any weights hanging from my one and only ring in my clit. But I sure as hell had seen a good demonstration of just how they could be used, starting with Betsy and later with Maggie. And as Johnny played with Susan's I could hardly wait for mine, all of them, to be healed and ready for action.

Susan's tits were quite aroused before Johnny strolled over and selected his weapon for her to get her hot ass. Jesus! That was to be a certainty when I saw him take down a five foot flexible whip that one would imagine being used as a buggy whip in days gone by. Susan was no buggy horse but she did smile at his selection as with a twist of her body she stuck her ass out as she crossed her arms over her head in her chains. The cocky bitch was itching for her whipping.

Legs spread for stability and an easier target, hands to elbows pressed into the stone wall, Susan tipped her ass back and turned her head to look over her shoulder as the whip whistled through the air at her offered ass.

A swishing, snapping sound rocked through the room, followed by a deep gut groan from Susan as dear Johnny drew back for another stroke. The next one sounded just as delicious to my ears but by the time he had applied number twelve I had an added distraction. A distraction in the form Jason playing catch-a-boob. My boob to be exact.

Almost all of the marks had at least began to fade on the front of me and I was more than willing to have him working away at me. I wasn't ready for hot and heavy on my still healing clit, but tits were fine by me. I did my own version of arching my body into his grasp as I divided my attention between him and what he was doing to me and Johnny and Susan across the room.

Johnny had exchanged flexible whip for a sturdy strap and all sounds changed. No longer did it whistle through the air, it more whooshed. And the sharp cracking sound changed to a deep heavy thud. The effect on Susan was noticeable too. Not only did her feet almost leave the floor with each application of the strap but her boobies did a bit of flopping too in time with each one landed.

I wondered when he was going to get around to attaching weights to her tits, too. I was getting quite a charge out of weight watching lately and wanted to see some more. No sooner had I thought of it and Johnny was setting the strap aside and reaching for yet more weights.

He didn't bother with attaching chains like the others had. No, he attached his selected weights right to the rings themselves by means of the small hooks at the ends of them. Having observed other weights being used throughout the night I was still amazed at how large they appeared. And he didn't stop at one per boobie either.

Set one managed to pull her up pointing nipples straight out. Set two pulled them down. Set three almost folded them in half as I watched with unbelieving eyes. Then he attached the fourth set and even Susan gave a desperate groan. Gone was her casual leaning against the wall for support. She stood up straight, putting even more pull and force on them against her tits. But she looked anything like asking him to remove them as again he took up the strap and came at her ass.

"Is that like something you've imagined," Jason asked against my ear as I stared in total fascination at Susan's tit jerking with each application of the strap to her already reddened ass. An ass, I might add, that was still tipped back in full agreement of it landing.

It had been that way from day one. Jason's ability to almost read my mind. I had long since given up on trying to know how he did it. I just accepted it as a fact, as I answered, "Yyyesss..."

His warm hands played havoc with my hot tits as I imagined them being ringed and weights attached as I got my ass strapped to high heaven. I was picturing myself in Susan's place, and perhaps in time I would be. But at the moment I was more than content to be where I was. Jason's hands on me as I got my eyes and ears full of what was going on around me.

Susan must have taken a good hundred strokes to her flaming ass before she called it quits and Johnny obliged by dropping the strap and trading it for his cock which he promptly stuffed her heated ass and the two of them lucked away as the weights flopped back and forth on her chest like a child's toy in heated play.

She had more than gotten her request I thought as I turned my divided attention to Carol and Barry.

After devoting his attention to Karen and the installation of her nipple rings, Barry when back and collected Carol, who appeared to anxiously awaiting his return.

I was still contemplating her comment that Barry had requested using hot items on her flesh as he led her across the room to a different sort of rack. The basic structure was that of an opened box. Carol was bound in the center of the sides, available from all angles as wrists and ankles were tied off. I had no doubts that she was strung up tight. I could see her muscles and tendons stretching beneath her skin.

That fact might be why she was suddenly drenched in sweat, but I don't think so. I think she was extremely nervous about Barry taking an inordinate amount of time adjust several iron rod in the small grill he had lit earlier. The smell of heating material had been lingering around my senses for some time and as he knelt in front of it my nose could smell nothing else. I'm sure Carol's nose did the same.