Gym - Part 5
Chapter 5 Welcome to the Dark Side
It was several weeks before we were able to get together again. Everyone was working hard, and Kelly and I also wanted to plan something special for Anji’s upcoming birthday. This involved gettimg more women involved, and as it wasn’t the sort of party that you could invite anyone to we had to be careful who we asked. But in the end we managed to come up with four extra guests, two old friends of Anji’s and two girls from the gym. Amanda was someone Anji had known and played with on and off for years Although she now worked in an office, she used to be very active on the lesbian fetish scene. She’d had to remove her piercings, but she still had several discrete tattoos, and had jumped at the chance of an evenings debauchery, taking her away from the conventional life she now led with her two c***dren. Late 30s, she was trim – a keen runner – and shoulder length brown hair. Sam was someone that Anji had got to know only more recently, having met each other on holiday in Lesbos. Tall, blonde, and mid 40s, she’d had three c***dren during her marriage before deciding at the age of 40 that she was really a lesbian, had ditched the husband and devoted herself to a Sapphic lifestyle.
From the gym, we had Sarah, mid 30s, also with two c***dren, but super slim and a regular in Kelly’s classes. Despite having the hots for her, I would never have guessed she might be interested in the sort of fun we were planning, but Kelly heard all the gossip and banter in the locker room, and had worked out that there was a LOT more to Sarah than the demure exterior suggested, and a few discreet questions had led to an enthusiastic level of interest in taking part. Finally Karen – early 40s, mother of one daughter, again pencil thin but with large, surgically enhanced boobs. She was divorced, and from the extraordinary range of filthy jokes she brought out regularly in class, we had guessed she might have a kinky side to her just waiting to be uncovered, and she had also responded positively to the subtle enquiries from Kelly. We decided four extra guests would be more than enough to give Anji the night of her life, and set a date for all of us to get together.
7pm, Friday night, Kelly, Anji and I were in the house and had just opened the first bottle of bubbly. We were a bit nervous that one or other of the gym girls might get cold feet, but we needn’t have worried. In fact, they were the first to arrive, and they came together, having been told about each other by Kelly in advance. More drinks were poured, by which time Amanda and Sam had arrived as well. Although Anji and I knew all the girls, they did not know each other, but the conversation – and the drink – flowed easily. Knowing what was planned, we had plenty of water and bubbly available, and my main job for the early part of the evening was to make sure no-one’s glass was empty for more than a second. All the girls were taking full advantage of the bubbly, although they knew only too well that they were not allowed to go the the loo! After around 30 min, I stood up, and took Anji upstairs to get ready, while Kelly took the others downstairs into the dungeon.
Anji had opted for an all white outfit again – the virginal white contrasting beautifully with her caramel skin and black hair, and an afternoon visit to the beauty parlour meant her nails, hair and make-up were all immaculate. After a few minutes, Kelly appeared, clad again in the back latex dominatrix outfit she wore last time – we all agreed that it had been such a hit, it was worth a second outing! She brought with her a metal spiked collar for Anji’s neck with the single word SLAVE written on the front, and a chain leash at the back. As we had agreed that we might try some pet play, she had a dogbone gag that she tied into Anjali’s mouth, some paw mitts and knee protectors that she fastened to her hands and knees, and a butt plg with a long furry tail, then she lubed and inserted in her anus. Finally, she attached leather bracelets to Anji’s ankles and wrists, knowing full well that these would be put to good use shortly. At last we were ready to descend! We clearly had to walk downstairs, but as soon as we reached the basement, Kelly pushed Anji to her knees, took hold of the leash and led her slowly into the dungeon.
To say there was a gasped response would be an understatement. Although Amanda and Sam had played with us before, even they had not been given as much time to prepare, and Anji looked stunning – and vulnerable. All the girls were dressed appropriately, Amanda and Sam having brought outfits, Sarah and Karen having borrowed gear from the extensive collection we kept downstairs. And none of them – particularly Karen and Sarah – had ever seen Kelly outside the gym, so to see her in black latex, with a pet sex slave on all fours was mesmerizing. I made sure that everyone’s glasses were topped up, and retired to the corner to enjoy the action. As had been arranged, Kelly made the first move. She led Anji towards the gynae chair, and tied the leash to one of the supports. “Stay there, bitch” she commanded, roughly pushing her into a sitting position.
On the sideboard, she had lined up four transparent, hollow butt plugs – the clear plastic types with a large hole running right through the centre of each. “On your backs, sluts” she ordered the other girls, encouraging each one to lay on her back in a line, and then raising each air of legs until they were on the floor by their shoulders, butts poking skyward and exposed. Taking a jar of lube, she oiled the first plug, and not-so-gently pushed it inside Amanda’s arse. Each girl had been fore-warned to arrive wearing a butt plug, so each ass was already stretched, very necessary as the clear plugs were anything but small! One after the other, the other three were inserted, and I was pleased to see Karen and Sam – the gym girls – were making no more fuss than the other two, more experienced girls. “Fuck, I need a pee” announced Kelly, walking up and down the line, and making sure each girl was relaxed and ready. Pulling aside her latex, split crotch panties, she stood astride Amanda’s raised ass, and directed a stream of pee directly into the hole in the plug, filling Amanda’s arse with hot piss. Amanda giggled as some ran down her stomach, but Kelly managed to stem the flow, walked over to Sam, and repeated the exercise. Sam shrieked a little, but clearly loved the sensation of hot urine inside her ass, then Kelly repeated the process on Karen and Sarah. Both girls gasped as they felt the hot liquid fill their rectums and the excess ran down their bellies, but both managed to stay still enough to keep most of the amber juice inside them.
“Right, come on, you useless slut” announced Kelly to Anji, untying her from the chair and leading her on all fours to the line of upturned asses. She had also taken a wide straw from the side, and this she gave to Anji after taking the bone gag from her mouth, then, leading her first to Amanda, commanded her to drink the still hot piss from inside Amanda’s ass with the straw. “Yes Mistress” Anji replied, and, moaning slightly, dipped the end of the straw in the pool of pee, and greedily sucked it out and swallowed it all. As she finished, Kelly leant over and withdrew the plug. This caused Amanda’s ass to close up, expelling a few more drops of precious liquid which Kelly forced Anji to clean up by licking Amanda’s ass and pussy, dipping her tongue in as far as she could to ensure nothing was wasted. “Want some more, bitch?” she asked, and Anji nodded enthusiastically.. She crawled over to Sam, and repeated the process, Amanda coming over to watch and offer encouragement. I knew she – and all the girls – must be getting desperate to pee by now, but all were managing to hold it in – so far! “Repeat after me, I’m a filthy fucking useless piss drinking cunt” said Kelly, and forced Anji to repeat this mantra before grinding her face into Sam’s pussy and ass to lap up the last drops of urine. Sarah was next in line, and Kelly forced Anji to beg for permission to empty her pee-filled ass before thirstily drinking down the contents. Finally Karen was emptied as well, and having drunk the piss emenas from all four ass-holes, Anji was starting to look a little bedraggled – but happy!
“OK, who’s first up?” asked Kelly, looking at the four girls. All had been prompted to arrange their own treatment for Anji, and none knew what the others had planned. Amanda was first to react, and stepped forward eagerly. She pushed Anjali onto her back on the floor, and lifted her legs above her head, repeating the pose the four girls had occupied just a few minutes before. Taking a pair of cuffs, she linked Anji’s hands together and clipped them behind her head, so she was laying with her ass poking skywards and unable to move. Taking a metal speculum from the table, she lubed it quickly before carefully pushing it deep inside Anji’s cunt. She then turned the wheel which opened the jaws of the device, opening Anji’s pussy wide to the world so that we could all see deep inside her. She opened it very wide, to the point where Anji was starting to make small noises of protest, but backed off when these became too much. Amanda then stood astride Anji, with her own pussy directly above that of her sub. Spreading her labia with her fingers, she directed a stream of her hot pee directly into the pink cavern, which quickly filled up and the overflow ran down Anji’s legs onto her belly. Stemming the flow – Amanda also had a good pelvic floor – she stepped up and took up a position astride and directly above Anji’s face, then lowered herself down so her cunt was only a couple of cm above her. She reached down and inserted two fingers in each side of Anji’s mouth to keep it open, then directed the rest of her stream of nectar directly onto her. This must have been a bit like a urine power-wash, and we could see the straw coloured fluid, filling Anji’s mouth, going up her nose, into her eyes and soaking her hair.
Anji spluttered as she struggled to swallow as much of the hot pee as she could, but this was only the first half of the proceedings. Amanda stood up, turned round, and gently removed the speculum, working hard to ensure she spilt as little of the precious liquid as she could, leaving Anji with a pussy full to overflowing with piss. Then, in a move which caused a couple of the other girls to gasp, she quickly lubed her hand, then proceeded to vigorously fist the pee-swollen pussy. Anji moaned as the clenched hand thrust in and out, in and out. It made an extraordinary sound, as the hand displaced the piss inside the dark tunnel, splashing it around, onto the floor and running down Anji’s legs onto her body. Amanda even managed to suck up a mouthful herself, which she leant over and drooled into Anji’s eager mouth. “Drink that, you fucking toilet slut” she commanded, and Anji was only too willing to obey. It took only a couple of minutes before Anji managed the first of what was to prove a number of orgasms, and I watched as a couple of the other girls fingered themselves frantically while observing. Amanda gave the drenched cunt a final lick herself, then released Anji’s hands and returned her to a laying position. “Right, who’s next?” she said?
Sam was next up. She’d arrived with a bag of strange looking equipment, and Kelly and I were very curious to see what she had planned. As a former nurse, she was also most likely to take things in an extreme direction, and as it turned out, we were not wrong. First she helped Anji to her feet, gave her a long, deep kiss, and whispered something in her ear. She then led her to the bed, and lay her on her back in a star position, and fastened each ankle and wrist to a cord built into the bed corners. Anji was spread-eagled, legs apart, and looking very vulnerable. Next up was Sam’s bag of tricks. A pair of garters, with clips attached using a short cord emerged, and each of these was attached to Anji’s upper thighs. Each clip was then fastened to one of Anji’s labia, and, using the adjuster on the cord, her wet cunt was pulled apart and open to the world. I exchanged a glance with Kelly, as we realised this was a purpose-built version of the device we have used in a previous session made up using packing tape. The advantages of being embedded within the world of lesbian sex in general and BDSM in particular! Next, a length of clear, narrow plastic tubing emerged, a bit less than a metre long, and with a funnel on one end. The other end looked like it had been rounded to remove the sharp edges. A second tube followed, slightly fatter than the previous one, plus a variety of lubes and a small box. All very intriguing!
Opening the box, Sam took out a sound, which she proceeded to suck for a moment to warm up, and then covered with lube. She knelt on the bed between Anji’s legs, and pushed the end gently into her urethra. Anji gave a low groan, and her body writhed, at least as much as the tight restraints allowed it to. After a minute or two working the sound deeper and deeper inside her, Sam removed it, and repeated the exercise with a larger sound, several mm wider. Anji’s eyes widened as she felt the metal rod push deep inside her, this was much wider than had experienced before. We could see that Sam was working in relaxing and opening up the urethra, and after a further couple of minutes, she decided that enough was enough. Taking the narrower of the two pipes, she smeared lube on the length of tubing, taking care to make sure the end was well covered, dropped some addition lube right on the gaping urethra, and gently pushed the end of the tube inside Anji. You could hear a pin drop in the room. I glanced around, Karen and Sarah were watching with open mouths, while Kelly and Amanda were continuing with their fingers working hard on their clits.
After I guess around 10cm of the tube had disappeared inside Anji, Sam stopped, and put the funnel at the other end down on the bed. She retrieved from her bag an open mouth gag that she proceeded to tie to Anji’s head, forcing her mouth wide open. Taking a small canister, she sprayed what I later found out was a low level desensitiser into Anji’s throat, then wiped some different lube on the end of the other tube. Cradling her head with one hand to get the angle right, she proceeded to very gently push the tube down Anji’s throat, until around 20cm had disappeared. Anji gagged slightly, but the spray appeared to be working, and she settled down quickly, visibly relaxing. Sam smiled at the rest of us, then took a large jug from the side table, stood astride it and there burst forth from her pussy an enormous jet of sandy coloured pee. After what seemed an age, she finally stopped, then climbed back on the bed and knelt at Anji’s side. “Are you ready for this, slut? She asked, and Anji, unable to speak, gave a quick nod, her eyes opened wide in anticipation. Sam took up the funnel linked to Anji’s urethra, and poured a quantity of the still hot liquid into it. We watched in silence as the fluid slowly drained into Anji’s bladder, and she gave a long low moan as she felt the hot wetness enter her body from a completely different direction that she had ever experienced before.
She later described it as like having a hot water bottle put inside you. Sam then took up the other funnel and held them both in one hand above Anji’s body, and slowly poured more of the aromatic nectar into them both, switching between the two of them, as they entered. Anji now had piss going directly into her body from both ends, and was making a noise unlike anything any of us had ever heard before. As a confirmed pee-aholic she had experienced many things, but this was on another level entirely.
Eventually the jug was empty, but of course, this represented the entirety of Sam’s bladder, and it was merely adding to what Anji already had inside her. We could see pee dribbling from her urethra around the tube and soaking the sheets underneath her, and when Sam finally relented and withdrew the bottom tube, there was an eruption of piss – Anji’s mixed with Sam’s - from her pussy, arcing several feet into the air. Sam stood underneath, and allowed herself to be soaked by the heavenly cocktail, catching some in her mouth which she proceeded to spit back at Anji’s face. She withdrew the top tube as well once its contents had drained into Anji’s stomach and removed the gag and restraints, and Anji curled into a ball, still quivering in what I knew to be a state of ecstasy. She stayed like this for a few more moments as we recovered from what had been an intense experience, and then it was Sarah’s turn.
Kelly and I had been a bit worried about the gym girls. It had taken a huge leap of faith that her instincts would be proved correct, but we were not to be disappointed. Sarah had selected a latex outfit from the rail, and was dressed in shiny red stockings, suspender belt and corset top, with a head mask on as well, albeit one that allowed her full use of her mouth and eyes. She was a revelation, and as different from the woman I knew in the gym as it was possible to be. “Right, you fuck-slut” she announced to Anji, “you’re about to get a fucking like you’ve never had before. I’m going to ram your fucking ass so hard I push your brains out of your fucking ears. Anji nodded. “I SAID, GOT THAT?” Sarah shouted and this time Anji managed a humble “Yes Mistress” before she annoyed her new domme even more. Kelly and I swapped glances. This was not the girl we knew from the gym! Sarah dragged Anji from the bed, and pushed her roughly to the floor on her hands and knees. Selecting a spreader bar from the drawer, she fastened the restraints on each end to Anji’s ankles then arranged her face down with her ass in the air. Sarah then took each of Anji’s arms underneath her body and attached each wrist to the centre of the spreader bar between her ankles, adjusting the ties so Anji’s whole body was placed under tension. A ball gag completed the outfit, and Anji, face down, ass up and immobile was ready for action – and vulnerable! But one more twist was to come. Taking a large bottle of massage oil from the table, Sarah proceeded to pour the entire contents over her prostate sub and rubbed it in, so her whole body gleamed.
Selecting a strap-on dildo from the cupboard, Sarah stepped into it, and tightened the straps around her waist. Covering it with lube, she leaned forward and rubbed the end of it against Anji’s glistening cunt lips, playing it just in and out. Anji moaned,and writhed, wanting to participate but unable to move with the tight restraints in place. Sarah started to push deeper and deeper inside, holding Anji’s hips between her hands, and pushing her own groin harder and harder against Anji’s buttocks. A low groaning emerged from the willing sub as she felt her pussy being stretched, but this did not last long before Sarah withdrew from the by now soaking cunt, and started to play with the end of the dildo against Anji’s ass. It wasn’t long before the black cock was sliding in and out of that as well, and the groaning started up again. Deeper and deeper it went, with Sarah periodically pausing to slap Anji’s caramel buttocks, causing them to take on a reddish hue. We could see from the sweat starting to emerge from Sarah’s forehead just how much energy she was putting into it, and after another minute or so she stopped and withdrew. Anji’s ass now gaped wide, and Sarah leant down and gave the rim a good licking with her tongue, pushing in as deep as she could.
Standing up, she quickly removed the wet toy, and replaced it with a thicker and longer phallus, almost the size of her forearm. Covering the b**st with more lube, she positioned the end against the pink gape of Anji’s ass, and started to work it inside her. The moaning Anji had been making was replaced by something more like a low growl as she felt her ring being stretched more than she’d ever experienced before. We could all see Sarah working hard to get the end of the monster cock inside, until a muffled squeal from Anji told us that her ass had finally accepted in the inevitable. “Right, you fucker, let’s see what you can take” snarled Sarah as, dripping more lube on the shaft of the dildo, she started to work it deeper and deeper inside her sub. The extra width required even more effort on Sarah’s part, which, along with the now regular slapping, was causing her to sweat heavily. This mixed with the combination of sweat and lube covering Anji’s body to make a glistening sheen all over both girls, and we could tell from the way that Anji’s breathing was going that she was close to cumming.
Somehow, unbelievably, Sarah had managed to work almost the entirety of the massive cock inside Anji’s ass, and between slaps, she was now hammering her groin against the glowing buttocks as hard as she possibly could. She was pulling her sub’s ass back against her as she thrust, and a regular slap, slap, slap could be heard as she delivered the ass-fuck of a lifetime. “Take that, you fucking whore-bitch cunt” she yelled as she finally buried the dildo completely inside, and the muffled scream that came out from Anji told us that she’d managed to climax at the same time. Sarah collapsed at the same time, completely spent, but managed to withdraw the glistening cock as she did so. We briefly saw the exposed pink of Anji’s gaping ass before it closed up, and Kelly and I want to unstrap her from the bar and arm restraints and remove the ball gag. I was concerned that she might not be able carry on, but Kelly, well used to pushing Anji to the limit in her classes, had no such doubts. “Stop whimpering, bitch” she sneered, giving her sub’s already pink ass a further slap, “You ready to finish what you started?” Anji could barely speak, but managed a subdued “Yes, Mistress”. To which Kelly shouted “I can’t hear you, you useless cunt!” and Anji, breathing deeply, stammered out that she was indeed ready for her final torment.
Karen was next. Ah, Karen. Pencil thin, she nonetheless managed to lift the heaviest weights of any woman in the Pump class, and had a huge pair of boobs that, although undeniably fake, suited her better than any other implants Kelly or I had ever seen. She was wearing traditional stockings and suspenders, with a lacy corset that did little to disguise her ample boobs. A black choker with the words “Bitch” in diamante finished off the outfit. She took a pair of handcuffs from the sideboard, fastened Anji’s hands behind her back, and led her to a curious object covered by a black cloth that we’d been wondering about all evening. “Kelly mentioned to me that you had a fantasy for drowning in pee” she stated, “And tonight I’m going to give you that opportunity”. With that she removed the cloth to reveal a clear perspex container about 50cm by 30cm, and 20 cm deep, three-quarters filled with a straw coloured liquid. “I’ve been saving mine all week” she announced proudly. We all gasped, but Anji’s face took on an almost unreal smile. She’d often stated this dream in her most aroused state, but we’d never imagined being able to make it come true. “Ready, slut?” questioned Karen, and almost before Anji had a chance to reply, she seized the back of her head and forced her face down into the golden nectar. Fully ten seconds passed before she allowed her head to lift, and Anji was breathing deeply but happily. “That was just a start, you bitch” said Karen, before dunking her head face down again, this time closer to twenty seconds. This time as she emerged, Anji was starting to pant hard, her chest heaving up and down as she struggled to regain her breath. “More?” asked Karen, and Anji nodded, “And this time I want you to keep your eyes open!” she continued, before forcing Anji’s dripping face under the surface again. She leant over to check that Anji’s eyes were indeed open, and gave her ass a tremendous slap before yanking her head out, pee streaming from her face and hair. Anji looked wrecked. She’d been under for around thirty seconds this time (Amanda and Kelly had been counting off the seconds), and she was struggling to regain her breath, her eyes bloodshot and blinking, and her makeup – smeared from the previous sessions – now trickling down her face. Her mouth was open, pee dribbling down her chin and onto her chest and boobs as she spluttered and coughed.
“Another? asked Karen, and Anji nodded. “You really are a useless fucking piss slut” sighed Karen, “I’ll give you one more but after that you have to drink it, OK?” Which I knew would be music to Anji’s ears , but she managed to nod before having her face submerged one more time. All of us were counting off the seconds out loud now. Twenty and thirty passed, and each time we passed a multiple of ten Karen gave Anji’s smarting ass an almighty smack. When we got to forty we started to look slightly worried. Anji’s dream was, although a real fantasy, was clearly not something she wanted to happen in real life, but we should have trusted Karen. Forty five came and went, then fifty (Smack!) and just when we thought we should possibly intervene, when we reached sixty seconds, with a final assault on Anji’s rear, her head was yanked out of the tub. We all cheered! Coughing to expel the piss from her throat and lungs, and rubbing her red eyes, Anji managed a wan smile, with a look of great pride on her face. “And now a drink, perhaps?” asked Karen, selecting a pint mug from the selection of drinks glasses in a cupboard. Removing the handcuffs, she dipped the glass into what was left of the golden fluid, filled it, and handed it to the trembling Anji. “Down on one! Down in one!” we all chanted, and Anji proved that she was all too ready to comply with this particular challenge. In fact, I’m not sure it was that much of a challenge, I already knew that she had an almost unlimited capacity for drinking urine, and she polished off the glass without effort.
Kelly stepped forward. “I think that’s about enough for one day, don’t you?” she said, looking at me. I nodded. “I think she’s done very well – for a trainee” I said. “Looking at what these relative newcomers have managed to do today, I think we have a professional piss slut in the making, if the rest of you girls are happy to continue with the training? Although you’ll have to up your game in terms of creative torments in the future! Anyone up for future sessions?” All four girls – plus Kelly nodded enthusiastically. And I knew that the fun would be continuing another day!
It was several weeks before we were able to get together again. Everyone was working hard, and Kelly and I also wanted to plan something special for Anji’s upcoming birthday. This involved gettimg more women involved, and as it wasn’t the sort of party that you could invite anyone to we had to be careful who we asked. But in the end we managed to come up with four extra guests, two old friends of Anji’s and two girls from the gym. Amanda was someone Anji had known and played with on and off for years Although she now worked in an office, she used to be very active on the lesbian fetish scene. She’d had to remove her piercings, but she still had several discrete tattoos, and had jumped at the chance of an evenings debauchery, taking her away from the conventional life she now led with her two c***dren. Late 30s, she was trim – a keen runner – and shoulder length brown hair. Sam was someone that Anji had got to know only more recently, having met each other on holiday in Lesbos. Tall, blonde, and mid 40s, she’d had three c***dren during her marriage before deciding at the age of 40 that she was really a lesbian, had ditched the husband and devoted herself to a Sapphic lifestyle.
From the gym, we had Sarah, mid 30s, also with two c***dren, but super slim and a regular in Kelly’s classes. Despite having the hots for her, I would never have guessed she might be interested in the sort of fun we were planning, but Kelly heard all the gossip and banter in the locker room, and had worked out that there was a LOT more to Sarah than the demure exterior suggested, and a few discreet questions had led to an enthusiastic level of interest in taking part. Finally Karen – early 40s, mother of one daughter, again pencil thin but with large, surgically enhanced boobs. She was divorced, and from the extraordinary range of filthy jokes she brought out regularly in class, we had guessed she might have a kinky side to her just waiting to be uncovered, and she had also responded positively to the subtle enquiries from Kelly. We decided four extra guests would be more than enough to give Anji the night of her life, and set a date for all of us to get together.
7pm, Friday night, Kelly, Anji and I were in the house and had just opened the first bottle of bubbly. We were a bit nervous that one or other of the gym girls might get cold feet, but we needn’t have worried. In fact, they were the first to arrive, and they came together, having been told about each other by Kelly in advance. More drinks were poured, by which time Amanda and Sam had arrived as well. Although Anji and I knew all the girls, they did not know each other, but the conversation – and the drink – flowed easily. Knowing what was planned, we had plenty of water and bubbly available, and my main job for the early part of the evening was to make sure no-one’s glass was empty for more than a second. All the girls were taking full advantage of the bubbly, although they knew only too well that they were not allowed to go the the loo! After around 30 min, I stood up, and took Anji upstairs to get ready, while Kelly took the others downstairs into the dungeon.
Anji had opted for an all white outfit again – the virginal white contrasting beautifully with her caramel skin and black hair, and an afternoon visit to the beauty parlour meant her nails, hair and make-up were all immaculate. After a few minutes, Kelly appeared, clad again in the back latex dominatrix outfit she wore last time – we all agreed that it had been such a hit, it was worth a second outing! She brought with her a metal spiked collar for Anji’s neck with the single word SLAVE written on the front, and a chain leash at the back. As we had agreed that we might try some pet play, she had a dogbone gag that she tied into Anjali’s mouth, some paw mitts and knee protectors that she fastened to her hands and knees, and a butt plg with a long furry tail, then she lubed and inserted in her anus. Finally, she attached leather bracelets to Anji’s ankles and wrists, knowing full well that these would be put to good use shortly. At last we were ready to descend! We clearly had to walk downstairs, but as soon as we reached the basement, Kelly pushed Anji to her knees, took hold of the leash and led her slowly into the dungeon.
To say there was a gasped response would be an understatement. Although Amanda and Sam had played with us before, even they had not been given as much time to prepare, and Anji looked stunning – and vulnerable. All the girls were dressed appropriately, Amanda and Sam having brought outfits, Sarah and Karen having borrowed gear from the extensive collection we kept downstairs. And none of them – particularly Karen and Sarah – had ever seen Kelly outside the gym, so to see her in black latex, with a pet sex slave on all fours was mesmerizing. I made sure that everyone’s glasses were topped up, and retired to the corner to enjoy the action. As had been arranged, Kelly made the first move. She led Anji towards the gynae chair, and tied the leash to one of the supports. “Stay there, bitch” she commanded, roughly pushing her into a sitting position.
On the sideboard, she had lined up four transparent, hollow butt plugs – the clear plastic types with a large hole running right through the centre of each. “On your backs, sluts” she ordered the other girls, encouraging each one to lay on her back in a line, and then raising each air of legs until they were on the floor by their shoulders, butts poking skyward and exposed. Taking a jar of lube, she oiled the first plug, and not-so-gently pushed it inside Amanda’s arse. Each girl had been fore-warned to arrive wearing a butt plug, so each ass was already stretched, very necessary as the clear plugs were anything but small! One after the other, the other three were inserted, and I was pleased to see Karen and Sam – the gym girls – were making no more fuss than the other two, more experienced girls. “Fuck, I need a pee” announced Kelly, walking up and down the line, and making sure each girl was relaxed and ready. Pulling aside her latex, split crotch panties, she stood astride Amanda’s raised ass, and directed a stream of pee directly into the hole in the plug, filling Amanda’s arse with hot piss. Amanda giggled as some ran down her stomach, but Kelly managed to stem the flow, walked over to Sam, and repeated the exercise. Sam shrieked a little, but clearly loved the sensation of hot urine inside her ass, then Kelly repeated the process on Karen and Sarah. Both girls gasped as they felt the hot liquid fill their rectums and the excess ran down their bellies, but both managed to stay still enough to keep most of the amber juice inside them.
“Right, come on, you useless slut” announced Kelly to Anji, untying her from the chair and leading her on all fours to the line of upturned asses. She had also taken a wide straw from the side, and this she gave to Anji after taking the bone gag from her mouth, then, leading her first to Amanda, commanded her to drink the still hot piss from inside Amanda’s ass with the straw. “Yes Mistress” Anji replied, and, moaning slightly, dipped the end of the straw in the pool of pee, and greedily sucked it out and swallowed it all. As she finished, Kelly leant over and withdrew the plug. This caused Amanda’s ass to close up, expelling a few more drops of precious liquid which Kelly forced Anji to clean up by licking Amanda’s ass and pussy, dipping her tongue in as far as she could to ensure nothing was wasted. “Want some more, bitch?” she asked, and Anji nodded enthusiastically.. She crawled over to Sam, and repeated the process, Amanda coming over to watch and offer encouragement. I knew she – and all the girls – must be getting desperate to pee by now, but all were managing to hold it in – so far! “Repeat after me, I’m a filthy fucking useless piss drinking cunt” said Kelly, and forced Anji to repeat this mantra before grinding her face into Sam’s pussy and ass to lap up the last drops of urine. Sarah was next in line, and Kelly forced Anji to beg for permission to empty her pee-filled ass before thirstily drinking down the contents. Finally Karen was emptied as well, and having drunk the piss emenas from all four ass-holes, Anji was starting to look a little bedraggled – but happy!
“OK, who’s first up?” asked Kelly, looking at the four girls. All had been prompted to arrange their own treatment for Anji, and none knew what the others had planned. Amanda was first to react, and stepped forward eagerly. She pushed Anjali onto her back on the floor, and lifted her legs above her head, repeating the pose the four girls had occupied just a few minutes before. Taking a pair of cuffs, she linked Anji’s hands together and clipped them behind her head, so she was laying with her ass poking skywards and unable to move. Taking a metal speculum from the table, she lubed it quickly before carefully pushing it deep inside Anji’s cunt. She then turned the wheel which opened the jaws of the device, opening Anji’s pussy wide to the world so that we could all see deep inside her. She opened it very wide, to the point where Anji was starting to make small noises of protest, but backed off when these became too much. Amanda then stood astride Anji, with her own pussy directly above that of her sub. Spreading her labia with her fingers, she directed a stream of her hot pee directly into the pink cavern, which quickly filled up and the overflow ran down Anji’s legs onto her belly. Stemming the flow – Amanda also had a good pelvic floor – she stepped up and took up a position astride and directly above Anji’s face, then lowered herself down so her cunt was only a couple of cm above her. She reached down and inserted two fingers in each side of Anji’s mouth to keep it open, then directed the rest of her stream of nectar directly onto her. This must have been a bit like a urine power-wash, and we could see the straw coloured fluid, filling Anji’s mouth, going up her nose, into her eyes and soaking her hair.
Anji spluttered as she struggled to swallow as much of the hot pee as she could, but this was only the first half of the proceedings. Amanda stood up, turned round, and gently removed the speculum, working hard to ensure she spilt as little of the precious liquid as she could, leaving Anji with a pussy full to overflowing with piss. Then, in a move which caused a couple of the other girls to gasp, she quickly lubed her hand, then proceeded to vigorously fist the pee-swollen pussy. Anji moaned as the clenched hand thrust in and out, in and out. It made an extraordinary sound, as the hand displaced the piss inside the dark tunnel, splashing it around, onto the floor and running down Anji’s legs onto her body. Amanda even managed to suck up a mouthful herself, which she leant over and drooled into Anji’s eager mouth. “Drink that, you fucking toilet slut” she commanded, and Anji was only too willing to obey. It took only a couple of minutes before Anji managed the first of what was to prove a number of orgasms, and I watched as a couple of the other girls fingered themselves frantically while observing. Amanda gave the drenched cunt a final lick herself, then released Anji’s hands and returned her to a laying position. “Right, who’s next?” she said?
Sam was next up. She’d arrived with a bag of strange looking equipment, and Kelly and I were very curious to see what she had planned. As a former nurse, she was also most likely to take things in an extreme direction, and as it turned out, we were not wrong. First she helped Anji to her feet, gave her a long, deep kiss, and whispered something in her ear. She then led her to the bed, and lay her on her back in a star position, and fastened each ankle and wrist to a cord built into the bed corners. Anji was spread-eagled, legs apart, and looking very vulnerable. Next up was Sam’s bag of tricks. A pair of garters, with clips attached using a short cord emerged, and each of these was attached to Anji’s upper thighs. Each clip was then fastened to one of Anji’s labia, and, using the adjuster on the cord, her wet cunt was pulled apart and open to the world. I exchanged a glance with Kelly, as we realised this was a purpose-built version of the device we have used in a previous session made up using packing tape. The advantages of being embedded within the world of lesbian sex in general and BDSM in particular! Next, a length of clear, narrow plastic tubing emerged, a bit less than a metre long, and with a funnel on one end. The other end looked like it had been rounded to remove the sharp edges. A second tube followed, slightly fatter than the previous one, plus a variety of lubes and a small box. All very intriguing!
Opening the box, Sam took out a sound, which she proceeded to suck for a moment to warm up, and then covered with lube. She knelt on the bed between Anji’s legs, and pushed the end gently into her urethra. Anji gave a low groan, and her body writhed, at least as much as the tight restraints allowed it to. After a minute or two working the sound deeper and deeper inside her, Sam removed it, and repeated the exercise with a larger sound, several mm wider. Anji’s eyes widened as she felt the metal rod push deep inside her, this was much wider than had experienced before. We could see that Sam was working in relaxing and opening up the urethra, and after a further couple of minutes, she decided that enough was enough. Taking the narrower of the two pipes, she smeared lube on the length of tubing, taking care to make sure the end was well covered, dropped some addition lube right on the gaping urethra, and gently pushed the end of the tube inside Anji. You could hear a pin drop in the room. I glanced around, Karen and Sarah were watching with open mouths, while Kelly and Amanda were continuing with their fingers working hard on their clits.
After I guess around 10cm of the tube had disappeared inside Anji, Sam stopped, and put the funnel at the other end down on the bed. She retrieved from her bag an open mouth gag that she proceeded to tie to Anji’s head, forcing her mouth wide open. Taking a small canister, she sprayed what I later found out was a low level desensitiser into Anji’s throat, then wiped some different lube on the end of the other tube. Cradling her head with one hand to get the angle right, she proceeded to very gently push the tube down Anji’s throat, until around 20cm had disappeared. Anji gagged slightly, but the spray appeared to be working, and she settled down quickly, visibly relaxing. Sam smiled at the rest of us, then took a large jug from the side table, stood astride it and there burst forth from her pussy an enormous jet of sandy coloured pee. After what seemed an age, she finally stopped, then climbed back on the bed and knelt at Anji’s side. “Are you ready for this, slut? She asked, and Anji, unable to speak, gave a quick nod, her eyes opened wide in anticipation. Sam took up the funnel linked to Anji’s urethra, and poured a quantity of the still hot liquid into it. We watched in silence as the fluid slowly drained into Anji’s bladder, and she gave a long low moan as she felt the hot wetness enter her body from a completely different direction that she had ever experienced before.
She later described it as like having a hot water bottle put inside you. Sam then took up the other funnel and held them both in one hand above Anji’s body, and slowly poured more of the aromatic nectar into them both, switching between the two of them, as they entered. Anji now had piss going directly into her body from both ends, and was making a noise unlike anything any of us had ever heard before. As a confirmed pee-aholic she had experienced many things, but this was on another level entirely.
Eventually the jug was empty, but of course, this represented the entirety of Sam’s bladder, and it was merely adding to what Anji already had inside her. We could see pee dribbling from her urethra around the tube and soaking the sheets underneath her, and when Sam finally relented and withdrew the bottom tube, there was an eruption of piss – Anji’s mixed with Sam’s - from her pussy, arcing several feet into the air. Sam stood underneath, and allowed herself to be soaked by the heavenly cocktail, catching some in her mouth which she proceeded to spit back at Anji’s face. She withdrew the top tube as well once its contents had drained into Anji’s stomach and removed the gag and restraints, and Anji curled into a ball, still quivering in what I knew to be a state of ecstasy. She stayed like this for a few more moments as we recovered from what had been an intense experience, and then it was Sarah’s turn.
Kelly and I had been a bit worried about the gym girls. It had taken a huge leap of faith that her instincts would be proved correct, but we were not to be disappointed. Sarah had selected a latex outfit from the rail, and was dressed in shiny red stockings, suspender belt and corset top, with a head mask on as well, albeit one that allowed her full use of her mouth and eyes. She was a revelation, and as different from the woman I knew in the gym as it was possible to be. “Right, you fuck-slut” she announced to Anji, “you’re about to get a fucking like you’ve never had before. I’m going to ram your fucking ass so hard I push your brains out of your fucking ears. Anji nodded. “I SAID, GOT THAT?” Sarah shouted and this time Anji managed a humble “Yes Mistress” before she annoyed her new domme even more. Kelly and I swapped glances. This was not the girl we knew from the gym! Sarah dragged Anji from the bed, and pushed her roughly to the floor on her hands and knees. Selecting a spreader bar from the drawer, she fastened the restraints on each end to Anji’s ankles then arranged her face down with her ass in the air. Sarah then took each of Anji’s arms underneath her body and attached each wrist to the centre of the spreader bar between her ankles, adjusting the ties so Anji’s whole body was placed under tension. A ball gag completed the outfit, and Anji, face down, ass up and immobile was ready for action – and vulnerable! But one more twist was to come. Taking a large bottle of massage oil from the table, Sarah proceeded to pour the entire contents over her prostate sub and rubbed it in, so her whole body gleamed.
Selecting a strap-on dildo from the cupboard, Sarah stepped into it, and tightened the straps around her waist. Covering it with lube, she leaned forward and rubbed the end of it against Anji’s glistening cunt lips, playing it just in and out. Anji moaned,and writhed, wanting to participate but unable to move with the tight restraints in place. Sarah started to push deeper and deeper inside, holding Anji’s hips between her hands, and pushing her own groin harder and harder against Anji’s buttocks. A low groaning emerged from the willing sub as she felt her pussy being stretched, but this did not last long before Sarah withdrew from the by now soaking cunt, and started to play with the end of the dildo against Anji’s ass. It wasn’t long before the black cock was sliding in and out of that as well, and the groaning started up again. Deeper and deeper it went, with Sarah periodically pausing to slap Anji’s caramel buttocks, causing them to take on a reddish hue. We could see from the sweat starting to emerge from Sarah’s forehead just how much energy she was putting into it, and after another minute or so she stopped and withdrew. Anji’s ass now gaped wide, and Sarah leant down and gave the rim a good licking with her tongue, pushing in as deep as she could.
Standing up, she quickly removed the wet toy, and replaced it with a thicker and longer phallus, almost the size of her forearm. Covering the b**st with more lube, she positioned the end against the pink gape of Anji’s ass, and started to work it inside her. The moaning Anji had been making was replaced by something more like a low growl as she felt her ring being stretched more than she’d ever experienced before. We could all see Sarah working hard to get the end of the monster cock inside, until a muffled squeal from Anji told us that her ass had finally accepted in the inevitable. “Right, you fucker, let’s see what you can take” snarled Sarah as, dripping more lube on the shaft of the dildo, she started to work it deeper and deeper inside her sub. The extra width required even more effort on Sarah’s part, which, along with the now regular slapping, was causing her to sweat heavily. This mixed with the combination of sweat and lube covering Anji’s body to make a glistening sheen all over both girls, and we could tell from the way that Anji’s breathing was going that she was close to cumming.
Somehow, unbelievably, Sarah had managed to work almost the entirety of the massive cock inside Anji’s ass, and between slaps, she was now hammering her groin against the glowing buttocks as hard as she possibly could. She was pulling her sub’s ass back against her as she thrust, and a regular slap, slap, slap could be heard as she delivered the ass-fuck of a lifetime. “Take that, you fucking whore-bitch cunt” she yelled as she finally buried the dildo completely inside, and the muffled scream that came out from Anji told us that she’d managed to climax at the same time. Sarah collapsed at the same time, completely spent, but managed to withdraw the glistening cock as she did so. We briefly saw the exposed pink of Anji’s gaping ass before it closed up, and Kelly and I want to unstrap her from the bar and arm restraints and remove the ball gag. I was concerned that she might not be able carry on, but Kelly, well used to pushing Anji to the limit in her classes, had no such doubts. “Stop whimpering, bitch” she sneered, giving her sub’s already pink ass a further slap, “You ready to finish what you started?” Anji could barely speak, but managed a subdued “Yes, Mistress”. To which Kelly shouted “I can’t hear you, you useless cunt!” and Anji, breathing deeply, stammered out that she was indeed ready for her final torment.
Karen was next. Ah, Karen. Pencil thin, she nonetheless managed to lift the heaviest weights of any woman in the Pump class, and had a huge pair of boobs that, although undeniably fake, suited her better than any other implants Kelly or I had ever seen. She was wearing traditional stockings and suspenders, with a lacy corset that did little to disguise her ample boobs. A black choker with the words “Bitch” in diamante finished off the outfit. She took a pair of handcuffs from the sideboard, fastened Anji’s hands behind her back, and led her to a curious object covered by a black cloth that we’d been wondering about all evening. “Kelly mentioned to me that you had a fantasy for drowning in pee” she stated, “And tonight I’m going to give you that opportunity”. With that she removed the cloth to reveal a clear perspex container about 50cm by 30cm, and 20 cm deep, three-quarters filled with a straw coloured liquid. “I’ve been saving mine all week” she announced proudly. We all gasped, but Anji’s face took on an almost unreal smile. She’d often stated this dream in her most aroused state, but we’d never imagined being able to make it come true. “Ready, slut?” questioned Karen, and almost before Anji had a chance to reply, she seized the back of her head and forced her face down into the golden nectar. Fully ten seconds passed before she allowed her head to lift, and Anji was breathing deeply but happily. “That was just a start, you bitch” said Karen, before dunking her head face down again, this time closer to twenty seconds. This time as she emerged, Anji was starting to pant hard, her chest heaving up and down as she struggled to regain her breath. “More?” asked Karen, and Anji nodded, “And this time I want you to keep your eyes open!” she continued, before forcing Anji’s dripping face under the surface again. She leant over to check that Anji’s eyes were indeed open, and gave her ass a tremendous slap before yanking her head out, pee streaming from her face and hair. Anji looked wrecked. She’d been under for around thirty seconds this time (Amanda and Kelly had been counting off the seconds), and she was struggling to regain her breath, her eyes bloodshot and blinking, and her makeup – smeared from the previous sessions – now trickling down her face. Her mouth was open, pee dribbling down her chin and onto her chest and boobs as she spluttered and coughed.
“Another? asked Karen, and Anji nodded. “You really are a useless fucking piss slut” sighed Karen, “I’ll give you one more but after that you have to drink it, OK?” Which I knew would be music to Anji’s ears , but she managed to nod before having her face submerged one more time. All of us were counting off the seconds out loud now. Twenty and thirty passed, and each time we passed a multiple of ten Karen gave Anji’s smarting ass an almighty smack. When we got to forty we started to look slightly worried. Anji’s dream was, although a real fantasy, was clearly not something she wanted to happen in real life, but we should have trusted Karen. Forty five came and went, then fifty (Smack!) and just when we thought we should possibly intervene, when we reached sixty seconds, with a final assault on Anji’s rear, her head was yanked out of the tub. We all cheered! Coughing to expel the piss from her throat and lungs, and rubbing her red eyes, Anji managed a wan smile, with a look of great pride on her face. “And now a drink, perhaps?” asked Karen, selecting a pint mug from the selection of drinks glasses in a cupboard. Removing the handcuffs, she dipped the glass into what was left of the golden fluid, filled it, and handed it to the trembling Anji. “Down on one! Down in one!” we all chanted, and Anji proved that she was all too ready to comply with this particular challenge. In fact, I’m not sure it was that much of a challenge, I already knew that she had an almost unlimited capacity for drinking urine, and she polished off the glass without effort.
Kelly stepped forward. “I think that’s about enough for one day, don’t you?” she said, looking at me. I nodded. “I think she’s done very well – for a trainee” I said. “Looking at what these relative newcomers have managed to do today, I think we have a professional piss slut in the making, if the rest of you girls are happy to continue with the training? Although you’ll have to up your game in terms of creative torments in the future! Anyone up for future sessions?” All four girls – plus Kelly nodded enthusiastically. And I knew that the fun would be continuing another day!
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