glances but Dorca took Phyllis’s arm and Lady Isabelle took Clara’s. Over at one end of the shed was a screen, similar to the ones they were used to seeing in England where they kept out draughts. Behind this one they found a dre ssing table with a ewer of fresh water and a bowl on it and two chaise longues.
“Now come on girls!” Isabelle encouraged them. “Down to stockings and corsets. That usually gets ‘em good and hard. But in case it don’t , use a crop. A couple of good swishes with a crop will get you a handsome stand every time!” She grinned at her audience and with girlish giggles they fell to disrobing. Clara felt a different sort of excitement as she unbuttoned her blouse. Curiosity – she still didn’t really understand what she was going to be doing - mixed with the excitement of what Isabelle’s last remarks implied. It appeared that s he was about to be required to do to a male what she had only just begun to get used to having done to her . She was fast becoming proud of the way the sight of her body made Adam hard almost instantly and she had on several occasions spotted a tight bulge in Sir Archibald’s breeches when she had been around. Now she was to deliberately use her body to excite a male – but she was secure in the knowledge that it was her host’s and her husband’s will that she do so. Soon four flushed and excited women stood behind the screens and Clara thought they made a very handsome gathering, the corsets mounded their breasts up to perfection, hers, she noted smugly, especially so, closely followed by Phyllis’s, then Dorca’s coffee gold ones, now unmarke d and pure once more, and then L ady Isabelle’s shapely, neat ones.
Isabelle sauntered – and Clara noted how the deliberately seductive way she walked made the most of her buttocks – over to a chest and withdrew four riding crops and four gloves, which she handed to everyone.
“The glove goes on the left hand,” she told them. “You’ll be amazed at how much more spunk you can get out of them with a couple of squeezes and a few strokes with one of these beauties.”
Clara slipped hers on and then gazed in horror at it. The satin glove’s palm was covered in sharp little steel studs, sharp enough to cause havoc in the male genitals. Phyllis laughed in pure delight as she pulled hers on and then, cunt naked but with spectacularly constricted waists, swelling hips and breasts the four women waited until Alex had finis hed wheeling in the first batch of males from one door into the barn. They listened as mysterious metallic cli nks issued from over the screen and there were grunts of effort from the men with Alex.
“All set for ye!” Alex called and then the door was slammed shut and the only light came from windows set high up in the walls.
With Lady Isabelle leading the way the four white women stepped out, ready to begin the mating.
Clara’s attention was immediately riveted on the male bodies. As one who was only just becoming properly acquainted with them, the four bodies before her now took her breath away. The naked forms we re tied in taut X shapes on wooden frames which hung vertically from the ceiling on leather straps and were anchored to rings in the floor in the same fashion about six inches above it . Each body was supported by five or six vertical struts behind it , keeping the body rigid. The bonds were of thick leather and as her eyes took in the superb, ebony skinned musculature, she was glad of it. Each man’s head was encased in a leather hood that had eye holes and nostril holes only. The mouth, as Lady Isabelle pointed out to her and Phyllis was plug ged by a huge stopple. The uprights , against which the males’ backs were tied , curved forwards gently so that the groins were thrust forwards. Apart from ties at ankles and wrists, Alex Sweeney had ensured that the powerful thighs were bound as were the biceps and the waist.
At the groins dangled the ladies’ first targets; the
“Now come on girls!” Isabelle encouraged them. “Down to stockings and corsets. That usually gets ‘em good and hard. But in case it don’t , use a crop. A couple of good swishes with a crop will get you a handsome stand every time!” She grinned at her audience and with girlish giggles they fell to disrobing. Clara felt a different sort of excitement as she unbuttoned her blouse. Curiosity – she still didn’t really understand what she was going to be doing - mixed with the excitement of what Isabelle’s last remarks implied. It appeared that s he was about to be required to do to a male what she had only just begun to get used to having done to her . She was fast becoming proud of the way the sight of her body made Adam hard almost instantly and she had on several occasions spotted a tight bulge in Sir Archibald’s breeches when she had been around. Now she was to deliberately use her body to excite a male – but she was secure in the knowledge that it was her host’s and her husband’s will that she do so. Soon four flushed and excited women stood behind the screens and Clara thought they made a very handsome gathering, the corsets mounded their breasts up to perfection, hers, she noted smugly, especially so, closely followed by Phyllis’s, then Dorca’s coffee gold ones, now unmarke d and pure once more, and then L ady Isabelle’s shapely, neat ones.
Isabelle sauntered – and Clara noted how the deliberately seductive way she walked made the most of her buttocks – over to a chest and withdrew four riding crops and four gloves, which she handed to everyone.
“The glove goes on the left hand,” she told them. “You’ll be amazed at how much more spunk you can get out of them with a couple of squeezes and a few strokes with one of these beauties.”
Clara slipped hers on and then gazed in horror at it. The satin glove’s palm was covered in sharp little steel studs, sharp enough to cause havoc in the male genitals. Phyllis laughed in pure delight as she pulled hers on and then, cunt naked but with spectacularly constricted waists, swelling hips and breasts the four women waited until Alex had finis hed wheeling in the first batch of males from one door into the barn. They listened as mysterious metallic cli nks issued from over the screen and there were grunts of effort from the men with Alex.
“All set for ye!” Alex called and then the door was slammed shut and the only light came from windows set high up in the walls.
With Lady Isabelle leading the way the four white women stepped out, ready to begin the mating.
Clara’s attention was immediately riveted on the male bodies. As one who was only just becoming properly acquainted with them, the four bodies before her now took her breath away. The naked forms we re tied in taut X shapes on wooden frames which hung vertically from the ceiling on leather straps and were anchored to rings in the floor in the same fashion about six inches above it . Each body was supported by five or six vertical struts behind it , keeping the body rigid. The bonds were of thick leather and as her eyes took in the superb, ebony skinned musculature, she was glad of it. Each man’s head was encased in a leather hood that had eye holes and nostril holes only. The mouth, as Lady Isabelle pointed out to her and Phyllis was plug ged by a huge stopple. The uprights , against which the males’ backs were tied , curved forwards gently so that the groins were thrust forwards. Apart from ties at ankles and wrists, Alex Sweeney had ensured that the powerful thighs were bound as were the biceps and the waist.
At the groins dangled the ladies’ first targets; the
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