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Amanda

While the statue session had been going on I had released Tess and given her a treat, her own puppy boy on a leash. It was an old friend of hers that we had found and it was clear from the greetings that they were going to have lots of fun. I left Jane on her collar, put her in a blindfold and got her a treat.

She and the male super star had been quite an item for several months before they had separated. I will not explain the scheme we had used to lure him here and get him naked and in chains. I led him in blindfolded and chained him about six feet from Jane. I quickly removed both the blindfolds and stepped back.

“Brad, what are you doing here?”

“Jane are you all right?”

“I fine, this is my thing.”

“Your thing, its my thing too.”

“God, think of all the great sex we missed.”

“Think of all the great sex were going to have.”

At that point they forgot all about collars and chains and went for each other. They didn't get far and I stepped in between. I explained that they were going to be freed but only after they had come to some agreement on ground rules and safe words. Brad had drives nearly the same level of intensity as Jane and real damage could be done in the heat of play. They began to talk amongst themselves and soon called me back with a sensible plan. I left them chained up and in heat over each other until Beth returned.

Beth came back glowing. She thanked Ruth, Jim and I and said it had been one of the best afternoons of her life. She also got a puppy boy as a present and I let everybody go off and play.

Ruth

So that's what led up to my fantasy scene in the bedroom you know from the start of this book. Why this fantasy? I knew exactly where the idea had been planted in my brain.

My fantasy had orientated in an odd location, a book by Noble Prize winner Richard Feynman. I read ‘Surely Your Joking Mr. Feynman' by the Cal-Tech physicist at about age 13 as part of a great minds program at school. In this wide-ranging book he tells many tales including painting a picture for a massage parlor. The subject was a roman slave girl who is giving a massage to a roman official. He described the look on the bare breasted slave girl's face as that of someone who is resigned to being used. My library copy of the book had a Polaroid of the painting and it went directly into my brain. Over time the image evolved to a bound slave girl giving oral service to a Roman General.

The necklace is an O-ring gag. It holds your mouth open so you cannot resist or bite a penis forced into your mouth. I had worked out with Amanda a signal to let my General know when he was in far enough so that I wouldn't choke.

The blindfold was lowered and a big round smooth object entered my mouth. He was pushing in and it felt huge against my tongue. I gave the signal to stop and waited to be commanded to use my tongue. I concentrated on the total submission of the position and on the pleasure sensations that must be shooting through that thing I was going to be stroking with my tongue. I began.

It was fun to service him and to wait expectantly for the cum to shoot directly into the back of my throat. He tapped me to let me know it was on the way and with a deep breath I was able to swallow the load. Amanda had warned me that I might choke.

Jim

It had been great. She had swallowed it all and had not choked. I had been very worried about this but Amanda told me what to do including how to summon medical help in a hurry. I came out and removed the gag and left her alone for several minutes.

She finally spoke and asked a favor, one that was very easy to grant. She sure tastes good. When it was over I helped her out of her bondage. It took awhile to stretch and massage her strained arms.

I asked her for a favor and she was pretty reluctant but finally did as I asked. She went to the closet and selected the brass heeled boot from the first night. She heated the heel over a candle and gave me a real brand on the upper right thigh. It is right next to the brand given me by Mistress Amanda. I will always treasure it as symbol of the week and her ownership of me.

Afterward we talked while in that spooning position I had used to warm her so many emotions ago. I thanked her for the week, and she thanked me for leading her to self-awareness.

We slept late and went down to a quiet breakfast. There was a sign announcing that the wrap party was to be at noon and the dress was casual.