Wife Seeks Help In Training Her Submissive Husband!

CHAPTER FIVE.

Before they untied her, Pippa was fitted with a three inch butt plug. It was a unit that could be made to vibrate at different speeds, either softly or intensely, and was controlled using a remote control. Clive handed the remote to Olivia, saying:

“Now you can stimulate Pippa at will, my love. It should be quite amusing, at least until we start to ‘play’ with her more seriously! Pippa… put your knickers back on, to hold the plug in place!” Pippa did as she was told.

“How long before our first guests arrive?” Olivia asked.

“They should be here within the next thirty minutes or so.” Clive replied. “Pippa, unless you are busy with any of the guests, you must answer the front door. You must greet the person/people by saying: ‘Welcome… I am Pippa, the party sex-slave. I will do ANYTHING that I am told to do. Use me, in any way, to make your stay more enjoyable.’ Is that clear?”

“Yes Master.”

“Good girl. Now, freshen up your lipstick, and then wait by the door until our first guests arrive.”

“Yes Master.” Within ten minutes, people were arriving, and the party began to swing. Within an hour the guest-list was as follows:

Barbra, a PVC Domme arrived, with Pippa and Helen, her two submissives.
Peter and Marc, a gay couple were next.
Candy, a beautiful, sexy pre-op TS, rang the doorbell soon after them.
Liz, and Charlie, her sub bi TV husband, made it eight guests.
Cathy and Reg, a straight couple followed minutes later.
Steve and Pat, a bi couple, made up the dozen.
Jason and Marie, another straight couple soon arrived.
Trisha, Trixie, and Tami, three bi women came in on their heels.
Finally, Helen and Sasha, (two bi girls) turned up, with Pippa, (the ‘dominant’ Helen's ‘sexually submissive’ hubby) in tow.

Including Clive, Olivia and Pippa, there were now twenty three people at the party!

“Pippa, whilst you’re walking around and serving the drinks, I think that everyone would love to see how well you handle being teased by your butt plug. I’m going to start with slow, gentle vibrations. You must not cum in your panties! You will be punished if you do, do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress Olivia. It is my honour to please and to serve you.”

On the monitor, we noticed Pippa’s walk begin to change. As Olivia increased the intensity of the vibrations, Pippa started wiggling her bum, and mincing her way across the room on her high heels. I laughed, as I pointed at the screen. The movement of her arse had made it impossible for her to keep her legs tightly together, and Pippa’s hidden ‘clit’ had freed itself from between her thighs. The anal vibrations had excited her too much, and her cock sprang free, pushing itself out in front of her. Its shape was now clearly visible through the skirt, and like a tent pole it pushed against the material of her uniform!

Barbra and Liz whispered something to Olivia, who grinned and nodded her assent to them, they left the room, returning a short time later, with their hands behind their backs. Liz looked at Pippa, and said:

“Stand still, in the middle of the room. Now, bunch your skirt up over your waist. Show us all your erection, Pippa! Leave it out like it is! Hands behind your back. Barbra, now please.”

Barbra secured Pippa’s hands with strong metal handcuffs. She placed a rubber penis-gag into Pippa’s mouth, closing the buckle behind her head, and then she placed a blindfold over her eyes. Finally, she put a cock harness over Pippa’s shaft and balls, to make it harder for her to be able to cum.

“Do not move Pippa! Olivia, turn the vibrations to full. I have a special treat for you Pippa, but you must stay completely still!” Pippa nodded.

Liz now brought her hands to the front of her body. She wore gloves, and was holding a big bunch of freshly picked stinging nettles in her right hand, which she’d acquired during her short visit to our back garden.

Stepping forwards, she approached Pippa, and her exposed erection. Gently, and very deliberate in her actions, she began to stroke Pippa’s rampant member with these weeds. Pippa’s entire body seemed electrified by the touch, as she strained to remain still, and tried to ignore the sensations that now flowed through her body. Her ‘big clit’ throbbed, as the nettles stung her hard-on.

We could see Pippa’s reactions on our monitors, as she felt the nettles brushing, ever so gently over her glands… almost tickling her to the limits of her pain threshold! The heat of the contact with her shaft’s sensitive skin… the burning sting that those plants impart, swelled her cock/clit to its full hardness.

“Don’t worry slave, they’ll do you no permanent harm,” lulled Helen soothingly, “but they will enhance every little thing that we girls and boys are going to do with you… And to you!” We could almost feel my husband’s aching cock… growing as it was stung… and throbbing, as it grew in girth.

“Let’s continue this outside… in the back garden!” Liz suggested, winking suggestively at Peter and Marc… the gay couple.

“Yeah… we could hang her with her arms above her head, from that big branch at the bottom of your tree. It’s probably the right height to force the little slut to stand on her tip-toes! She’s obviously turned on by what we’re doing to her, so let’s see if she can keep that hard-on of hers erect, while we ‘tease’ it for her a little more!” Sasha added.

“Before we do, let’s strip her to her lingerie! The outfit’s got to go!” Peter suggested.

There were nods and sounds of agreement from the crowd, which were followed by them ripping the maid’s uniform from Pippa’s torso. Her semi-stripped body was then lifted by the men in the crowd, and was carried out of the house, to the tree at the bottom of our garden. Fortunately, we’d placed surveillance cameras there as well, and could see the scene as it unfolded!

Pippa’s arms were loosed, before being repositioned above her head. A heavy link-chain was thrown over the lowest of the tree’s big branches, and her wrists were once again cuffed together. The chain was threaded between her bound wrists, and Pippa was hauled upright, until she was supporting her body-weight entirely on her wrists, and on the tips of her toes.