1. A Pair of Bridal Sluts (Camp Slut Series- Chapter 10)


    Date: 4/2/2015, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, BDSM, Bi-sexual, Bondage and restriction, Domination/submission, Female exhibitionist, Group Sex, Humiliation, Incest, Male / Older Female, Male/Female, Older Male / Female, Reluctance, Romance, Slavery, Wife, Author: Nightside, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    Together, they slipped the ring on my finger, whispering, “Master” in unison. “Then by the power vested in my, I now pronounce you Master and wives. You may consummate your union.” They both looked up at me, smiling, tears streaming down their cheeks, waiting. I laughed, bending enough to hook a finger in each of their collars, gently tugging them to their feet. I kissed Gail, long, deep, and passionately. The crowd applauded when we broke the kiss. I turned to Michael and, without thinking, kissed him just as I had Gail. I had never kissed another man before, but something about Mike was different. He wasn’t another man to me. He was just my other servant, my second slave. When I pulled back and looked him in the eyes, I could see how much it meant to him, and it felt good. I turned them toward each other, and they kissed, just as passionately as they had me. I noticed that the bridesmaids had all been led off to the back of the room. I could not see what was going on before Arnold coughed at me, pointing at the chastity devices both my pets still wore. I reached down with my ring hand and gently pulled on Mike’s cockcage. I heard a faint click as I touched it, and the cage came away easily, leaving the ring circling his cock and balls in place. I laughed as I set the cage aside and ran my hand down the back of Gail’s chastity belt. The same click sounded and the belt came loose, allowing her to step out of it. She moaned softly as it slid down her legs, and I could see the ...
    large dildo that had been trapped inside of her under the belt. Once they were both freed, all three of us were led to the back of the hall. As we approached, I noticed three odd looking chairs, positioned at three sides of a square, the forth being the aisle we were walking down. At first glance, they looked like barber chairs with curtains behind them. As I got closer, I could see straps where the legs and arms would rest, and that the seat looked like it could split, pulling the legs apart. I looked at Mike and Gail, who looked just as confused as I was. Arnold and Felicia motioned for us to each take a seat. As we did, we each were secured to our respective chairs “Um, Arnold?” I started, but the look he gave me silenced and further protest I’d have made. Once we were all strapped in, the attendant at each of our chairs pushed a button. Mike and I were moved into a standing position, arms out to either side, the fronts of our bodies- and consequently, our erections- fully exposed. Gail’s chair moved her arms to the side as well, but also parted her legs. The seat of her chair folded down so only the segments at her knees and the straps at her shoulders and waist were supporting her. I looked at the configurations we were all in for a few moments, something niggling in the back of my brain. A large funnel was set up under Gail with a tube that ran behind her. I could not see where the tube led. “The wedding party is ready for the receiving line,” Arnold announced. The room ...
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