I am Her Tramp and She Commands Me

Lady coos into Tramp’s ear, how sweet a good sweaty romp in the play wing of her freshly renovated country home would be.  “Oh yeah, that sounds great”, Tramp naively entones. Tramp’s eyes glare like Burt, that famous muppet puppet, and Lady chuckles softly under her breath as she pulls the saran-warp tight. Like a bizzare ballarina, Tramp is frozen in a painful, legs fully splayed position, on Lady’s horizontal bar.

Creaking and squirming in Lady’s impeccable wrapping, silenced by that damned inflatable gag, Tramp’s options are down to nil. The intensely focused heat on Tramp’s exposed and spread buttocks follows quickly, Lady’s laughter and the swishing sound of her switch. The switching started suddenly, is steady, and slowly but increasingly severe. Like an arm-binder, the saran-wrap encases Tramp’s arms and being hoisted up behind him, has him looking down at the floor from his hellish perch.

Lady’s expertise guides the burning switch back and forth between his tight exposed butt cheeks and his sweating back. Thoughtfully, Lady cinched a steel boned latex neck corset around Tramp’s throat before his corporal hell started. Grunting and twitching are Tramp’snew dance today, under the tapestry of Lady’s switch. Satisfied with the sound of Tramp huffing and puffing and his muted screams through the unmerciful pneumatic gag, Lady gently sets the long blood red switch on the cart.

Lady eye’s the array of percussion instruments layed out next to each other. Lady thoughtfully fingers the heavy brown leather flogger and the long polished oak cricket paddle. 

Oh yes, there’s more to come, Ladies & gents.

Tramp.

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Mistress Stephanie here.

You will notice my Tramp has been MIA.

All is well, he is just been very busy reno-ing my home.

He will be back in action soon.

If I let him.

Hehehe.

In the meantime I am going to go and retrieve him from the yard and give him a good spanking. It seems Mistresses laundry didnt get done. I am guessing he forgot which is not tolerated here. I am thinking a good old fashioned ass whipping is just what he needs to remind him to finish ALL his tasks.

If he is wincing tommorow from the welts on his ass then I did my job. Sometimes training males isnt easy work but it is most rewarding. Epecially when your clothes are all soft and sweet smelling.

~The Lady

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Aaahhh yes, summer’s here, it’s the May long weekend. Besides living our kinky life style, Lady, Talon, Flower, Rhonda, and of course, your’s truly, home renovations! Yup, we’re getting her ready for market and moving our troup to Vancouver Island. The Pacific Ocean, playground to the ultimate water sports.:)

Sailing, snorkling, scuba diving, oohhh, you were thinking the other kind of water sports, all you devotees of Lady & Tramp and gang? Alright, yeah, we’ll be looking at a little more outdoor space than we have here in the interior of British Columbia, allowing all kinds of outdoor kink that will not be seen by nervous neighbours…lol.

The smell of salt air and tanning buttocks will be ours and I intend to keep all of you well informed of Lady & Tramp’s/my doings. Change is in the wind, and we’re excited to be able to take all of you along on our upcoming adventures.

Much more to come.

Tramp.

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Harriet’s head starts to swim as she finishes her 3rd glass of wine. “How’s your happy hour”, Rhonda asks as she stands over her drunken trollop seated in her chair. Harriet blurts out that she’s just fine, sober as a judge. “Liar”, Rhonda announces. “Liar liar, pants on fire”, Rhonda raises her voice a little more. “So, I’ve got a liar and a cheap drunken whore in my home” she entones.

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Harriet watches as Rhonda fills the large goblet to the rim, with the cheap red wine. “Drink it, slut”, Rhonda commands a disheveled Harriet as she settles back into her wing chair. In spite of her overall condition, Harriet pours back the wine like it was coolaid. Harriet looks imploringly over her table at Rhonda’s bulging tight cameltoe in her jeans. Rhonda sees what she’s doing and her eyes suddenly darken.

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Glaring at Harriet, Rhonda flips open her cell phone and makes a call as Harriet looks on. “Hi, Frank”, Rhonda cooes on the phone. She tells him to bring the other 4 friends. Harriet is mortified, as she was to be a drunk for Rhonda; she hadn’t even considered forced bisexuality being a part of her happy hour session with the Dominant leather and denim clad woman.

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Rhonda’s eyes glaze over as she approaches Harriet with the ring-gag dangling from her hand. She cups Harriet’s face in her large beautifully manicured hands and tells her it’s time for Happy Hour to begin for her male friends too. Terrified, Harriet babbles that they’re not even there and Rhonda’s hand comes down hard on Harriet’s face. 3 times with lightening speed, Rhonda’s palm crashes into Harriet’s reddening cheek.

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Shocked into a stuper, Harriet gazes up at Rhonda as a black tipped French manicured nail slowly pries her ruby lips apart. “That’s my whore”, Rhonda’s voice trembles with excitement, knowing she’s about to have this sissified man perform felatio on 4 strange men in front of her. Rhonda cinches the ring-gag tight and snaps a pair of police regulation handcuffs on Harriet’s wrists behind her.   

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Abruptly grabbing the rubber pump-bulb dangling between Harriet’s legs, Rhonda begins to slowly squeeze as she pulls out the remote control. Her eloquent manicured thumbnail sparkles as she presses a button. “Harriet lets out a yelp and a scream as she flops out of her chair and curls into an agonizing fetal position on the floor. “Aaawww, sweet tart doesn’t like being my floor puppet”, Rhonda laughs hysterically.

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Harriet scrabbles on the floor and unsuccessfully grabs at her electrified prick and buttcheeks as Rhonda alternatingly presses the buttons on her remote control. Gasping and squealing like a stuck pig, Harriet bucks and squirms on the floor like a woman possessed. Finally she stops moving and breathing heavily, she sobs her apologies and promises to stop being a liar.

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“Get up off the floor, you filthy little drunk”, Rhonda barks. Harriet sobs and crawls towards the chair, she begs Rhonda to allow some air out of her now massive inflated butt-plug. Rhonda’s hand cups the black rubber bulb as her thumb presses the air release button. “Thank you, Ma’am”, Harriet keens with relief as her stretched rectum finally gets its own relief of a deflating butt-plug.

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“Harriet, you are going to learn to stop being a liar and as a whore, you’re going to earn your keep”, Rhonda announces in a cold imperialistic tone. There’s a soft knock at the door and Rhonda opens it. 4 large well dressed men enter Rhonda’s darkened den. Greeting them warmly she shows them to the table where Harriet trembles in her chair. They all lay hundred dollar bills on Rhonda’s side table as she pours cognac for each of them.

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“Hey, Luke, would you like Harriet to give you a nice blowjob first”, Rhonda enquires. “Yes, Ma’am”, he cheerfully retorts. “Help yourselves, gentlemen”, Rhonda’s purring in anticipation now. The thought of Harriet’s inevitible degradation at the hands of these 4 big mobsters has Rhonda titillated beyond belief. Harriet is terrified in a way that she’s never experienced before; horrified in fact.

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A massive pair of calloused hands clamps Harriet’s head in a vice like grip. Towing her to her knees in their ruthless grip, she flops awkwardly to the floor. The big red knob pops softly through Harriet’s ring-gag and sinks into her boozy lipsticked mouth. Horrified, Harriet knows the only way to survive this ordeal is to surrender completely.

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The greasy hot knob plugs the entrance of Harriet’s inexperienced throat tightly. Plunging like a locomotive, Luke’s shaft steams down a struggling sissified man’s spazming gullet. Pistoning savagely in and out, the 4th burly man’s meat prong sprays it’s ropey load into the ravaged Harriet’s belly. Yanking his slick ramrod out of Harriet’s gaping used oral hole, the ruthless thug walks toward his friends as Harriet drops face first into a stinking puddle of sperm on the hardwood  floor.

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“Well, gentlemen, I guess happy hour’s over, the cab has arrived as arranged”, Rhonda announces. “Harriet our drunken tarty lovedoll is going home until next time of course”, everyone has a hearty laugh and says their good-byes to Rhonda, thanking her for being such a great hostess.

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Tramp.

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Rhonda watches intently as Harriet plugs the battery pack wires into her inflatable buttplug and conductive silicon catheter. S/he slides the battery pack into a small pocket inside the waistband of her latex skirt and proceeds to plug the other two wires onto the sticky pads. Carefully, Harriet sticks the pads to each of her/his preshaved testicles.  Harriet hands the remote control over to Rhonda.

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“O.K., bitchboy, pull up a seat and pour yourself a nice stiff drink, Happy Hour has started”, Rhonda chuckles coldly. Harriet seats herself down on the straight backed chair and pulls a bottle of whiskey out of the suitcase. A rock glass comes out and she obediently fills it. Harriet starts to lift the amber filled glass and one of Rhonda’s eyebrows lifts. “Sweety, not without my permission do you start drinking”, Rhonda warns in a dangerous tone.

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“I’m sorry, Miss Rhonda”, Harriet replies and humbly puts the glass back down. Rhonda corrects her by telling her she must down her drink for being such an assuming little slut. Harriet steals herself and dumps back the whiskey. It burns as it flows down her gullet, and tears form in her eyes as she struggles to swallow it all. “Very good”, Rhonda taunts the tart and tells her to refill the glass and to give her buttplug pump-bulb 5 firm squeezes.

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Eagerly, Harriet happily pumps the butt-plug bulb. Her eyes betray the pleasure she’s recieving from the expanding pneumatic anal intruder. Rhonda watches Harriet’s facial expression and knows it will be her undoing, this wanton hedonistic slutty attitude of her’s. Rhonda decides Harriet needs to empty the glass one more time before switching her over to wine. Harriet downs the second glass and coughs at the searing pain in her throat. Rhonda smirks sadistically.

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“5 more pumps, bitch”, Rhonda tells the floozy in front of her. Harriet suddenly becomes aware of the potential hell Rhonda can cause her as she squeezes the bulb 5 more times. Harriet enjoys the aggressive expansion inside her but breaks into a cold sweat, knowing how vulnerable she is now. Rhonda smiles at her, just like a shark. Harriet gulps nervously.

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To be continued.

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Tramp.

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Rhonda gracefully strides across the livingroom floor, swings open the door and motions the small man inside. “So, have you made arrangements for the cab to pick you up, Harry”, Rhonda inquires. “Yes, as soon as you send me on my way”, the meek looking fellow murmers. “Good, let’s get started then”, she retorts. Harry obediently follows Rhonda, trying not to become too fixated on her black leather thigh-high boots, tight denim clad legs, and glistening white latex shirt.

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Harry hefts the heavy suitcase and trails after Rhonda. The dark oak panelling and book filled shelves line the library walls. Rhonda stops, rotates on a stilettoe heel and settles down into a heavy brown leather wing chair. Rhonda nudges a straight backed chair over to Harry, using her foot. “Before you sit I want you to pull down your pants, Harry”, Rhonda’s voice darkens. Silently, Harry drops his pants and opens the suitcase.

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Quickly he lubes and inserts the inflatable butt-plug. Next, he gingerly slides the disposable prepackaged silicon catheter into his urethra. “Very nice, Rhonda croons; it looks as though you’ve followed my instructions and learned how to safely use and insert a catheter”, Rhonda claps sarcastically at the self conscious man before her. “You know what to do next”, she tells the bashful man. He removes the rest of his clothes and carries them over to the fireplace. Harry knows he can’t stop now as he throws the clothing into the roaring fire.

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“O.K., my little drunken tart, get dressed”, Rhonda tells Harry. He squirms into the ridiculously small black latex micro mini skirt, slips on the prepadded tiny cupped black bra, and buttons the skimpy white cotton button-up blouse. Sitting in the chair, Harry slides the white thigh-high pvc boots on and pulls the zippers up. Carefully he squeezes the small tube of silicon glue in a bead, along the full length of the zippers, effectively locking himself into the cruel high heeled boots.

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“Harriet, my slut, it’s time to get you drunk, just like the trollop that you are”, Rhonda suddenly cracks up, laughing uncontrollably at the pathetic looking sight before her.

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To be continued, of course…lol.

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Tramp.

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Rhonda shivers as the last of her load oozes down Ted’s clenching throat. “Damn, that felt good”, she retorts. Everyone laughs and helps her up as they look down at the sweaty dirt streaked couple still pinned to the ground. “O.K., let’s get these broken ponies hitched up to the sulkies and head back to the barn”, Rhonda tells everyone. “The race was a fine way to end the day at Rhonda’s riding acadamy”, Lady mentions to Talon.

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The women smiling and introspective, drive back to Rhonda’s barn. The two couples, Bob & Carol and Ted & Alice quietly kneel when they’ve cleaned up all the tack gear and hung it up on the hooks in the tack room. Rhonda dismisses them and the women all head upstairs into her spacious living quarters in the barn’s second floor.

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Over coffee and snacks, Rhonda explains that she wants and needs the various talents of Lady, Talon, and Flower, to build her kinky riding academy; all of it, the stories, over the top s&m, videos, human pony play.

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Rhonda saunters over to a wine cooler and takes out a bottle of burgundy that she acquired from a local organic vineyard. Together the ladies toast to their collaberation with Rhonda in her riding academy and the promise of many future successes.

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Tramp.

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Aaahhh, yes. Finally, after way too long a winter, Lady and I are spending more time outside. We love hiking around our country neighborhood, as it’s surrounded by beautiful Ponderosa Pine forests. On these hikes we discuss our relationship with her being my Dominant owner and I, her owned submissive slave.

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I am hoping to have my septum pierced for Lady’s enjoyment as well as a tattoo that marks me as her property. It’s often on these hikes in the woods when she suddenly pulls out a set of handcuffs and cuffs me to a tree. She unbuckles my pants, pulls them down and proceeds to whip my asscheeks with a fresh green switch. During this time she likes to taunt me by telling me between whip strokes, to tell her how I would like to further my surrender to her.

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Yup, that’s where the septum piercing and tattoo ideas came from. I blurted them out as her switch sets my ass on fire…lol.  I guess it’s kind of like brainstorming or a bdsm style think tank, when she has me blurt out new ideas while I’m being whipped, ass raped, humiliated, or whatever.

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Well, among other things, spring has sprung around here. I am working hard to help Lady build our little bdsm empire, uh, Her empire. Yeah yeah, there are more chapters of “Rhonda’s Riding Acadamy”coming for all you who are following.

Bye for now.:)

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Tramp.

( ;-} > 

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Lady hefts a sturdy looking cat o’ nine tails as Talon runs her fingers along the oily length of a wicked looking single tailed snake whip. Flower in her tight sweaty jeans squats in front of Carol, lifts her chin up until she’s looking into her pleading eyes and slaps her hard across the face, just because she can. Softly, darkly, Flower murmers to Carol that she must thank her for the slap. Carol quickly complies only to receive another hard slap in the face.

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Flower looks up and smiles as she sees Talon approaching with the hellish snake whip in hand. From personal experience, Flower remembers the horrible bite of that lead filled single tailed whip called the snake. “I think she’s going to have to be gagged, Flower”, Talon tells her. “May I”, Flower asks as she laughs maniacly. Talon chuckles softly and tells Flower to be her guest. Quickly, Flower scoots forward while in her sitting position, facing Carol, and slings her legs over Carol’s shoulders. Flower’s hands with their characteristic black chipped nail polish, look cruel as they grab handfuls of Carol’s hair.

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Flower pulls Carol’s face into her humid denim covered crotch as she crosses her legs over her shoulders. “Well, that seems to be an effective gag”, Talon laughs at Flower’s diabolical innovative use of her crotch. Carol trembles at what she knows is going to hurt like hell as her hardening nipples betray her in her arousal at the inevitable whipping as well as the pungeant sexuality emminating from Flower’s humid center seam in her jeans.

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Lady enjoys seeing Carol’s fear as her own whip’s tendrals slide across Ted’s sweaty back. He too, trembles as he knows that Rhonda and these women will show very little mercy in his and Carol’s punishment. Ted’s back heats up immediately as the first assult of leather tendrals strikes. He lurches as Lady begins to pick up the tempo. Rhonda quietly saunters around the group, eyeing their pleasure, techniques, and the fear of the couple pinned helplessly in the grass. Discretely, Rhonda gags and binds the other couple, Bob and Alice, to a pair of trees near by.

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Rhonda grins as she hears Carol’s screams being very effectively muted with her tear streaked face buried in Flower’s squirming wet denim crotch. Talon’s true cruelty is very apparent as she remains focused on delivering a deadly and steady stream of precisely placed strikes with her snake whip. Regally, Talon in her military like discipline, paints a horrible bloodied collage across the struggling woman’s back.

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Sidling over to Ted’s helpless form next to Carol’s, Rhonda admires Lady’s practiced technique in flogging. Like a pair of macabre bloody angel wings, Lady has tattooed with such precision, the right and left sides are perfectly matched in shape and size. Ted’s grunts are turning into compulsive screams now. Rhonda signals for Lady to stop briefly. Quickly, Rhonda straps a leather covered ring-gag into the beaten man’s gasping mouth.

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Rhonda winks at Lady and Talon, and the two women exchange whips. Talon recieve’s Lady’s cat to wind down her session with Carol, and Lady smiles as she readies herself to ramp up Ted’s whipping with the dreaded snake. Rhonda sits down in front of Ted, legs spread wide, and asks if he’s ready to cry like a baby for their entertainment. Flower takes notice, even with Carol huffing into her soaked crotch. Rhonda pulls on the polished leather cod-piece of the tight form fitting latex jodphurs, it snaps open and a long stiff flesh and blood cock pops out in front of Ted’s gaping mouth. Rhonda heaves forward, all the while sinking that slick cock through Ted’s ring-gag, into his mouth and down his throat.

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The women whoop and cheer as Ted’s startled expression and his struggles to overcome his gag reflex demonstrate his being truly fucked, as Rhonda gives Lady the nod, to proceed with the diabolical snake whip. Talon slowly brings Carol’s lashes to a stop as Lady has Ted bucking mightily under her damning snake whip. Ted’s nostrils flare as he wildly pulls in all the air he can as Rhonda’s cock surges and jerks inside his throat. The entire group watches intently as Ted cries like a baby while his back heaves under Lady’s expert ministrations of the snake whip and his throat spasms around a laughing Rhonda’s squirting cock.

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Tramp.

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On 3, Rhonda barks, “GO!!” The two tandem driven teams of human ponies head out onto the grassy trail leading across the field. Now Rhonda and Lady are both standing as they ruthlessly whip the backs of their sweating ponies. Yelping and grunting through thier gags, the hapless equine slaves strain to pull their drivers to victory on the other side of the meadow which is close to an 1/8th of a mile away.

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The path has only two tracks and the sulkies sway precariously as they pull up beside one another, in their attempts to pass eachother. Flower is cackling hysterically as her and Rhonda slowly pull ahead of Lady’s and Talon’s team. Talon shakes her fist as she curses and laughs at Rhonda and Flower. Yanking hard on her reins, Rhonda hauls her team to a quick halt at the forest edge.

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Rhonda pulls out her leather duffle bag from the back of her sulky and produces a handful of wire croquette hoops. Unbuckling the harnesses from Lady’s and Talon’s team,Bob & Alice, she orders them onto their stomachs on the grassy meadow. With the couple nicely splayed out, Rhonda quickly presses the wire hoops over thier arms and legs, effectively pinning them to the ground.

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Talon squats in front of the panting couple as they look up at her. Rhonda cruelly grabs Alice’s ponytail and yanks her head back, plugging her mouth with an inflatable gag. She pumps it up tightly until she starts choking on the pneumatic oral intrusion. Rhonda depresses the air valve until she hears her regain her air supply. Bob & Alice have only half a year of experience as Rhonda’s sulky team, where as Ted & Carol have been pulling Rhonda’s sulkies for close to two years now.

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Rhonda explains to the women that she chose to separate the two couples so they would not be so emotionally engaged in seeing the brutal training of their spouses. Whippings, deep throat fuckings, humiliation, and tough long distance running were part of their training program. Of course, both couples are eager to be Rhonda’s slaves and they obey whether they enjoy it or not. “Flower, Rhonda quips, why don’t you gag Bob for me?”

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“My pleasure, Rhonda!”, Flower cheerfully digs through Rhonda’s duffle bag, in search of another gag. Flower’s strong hands pull Bob’s head back until he cries out, his neck arched sharply, Flower stuffs the black inflatable gag into his mouth. Grinning foolishly, she squeezes the pump-bulb until she hears Bob choking on the balloon. Smiling like an evil cherub, Flower watches Bob struggle for air as she straddles his sweaty bare back.

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Like the angel she is, Flower slowly releases the air from Bob’s strangling gag until she’s satisfied he can breath easily again. Rhonda has Ted & Carol kneel close by so they can watch their partners in marriage get their just rewards, or shall we say punishments? Rhonda opens up her duffle bag and lets the other 3 women grab impliments of their choice, for Bob & Alice’s whipping and sodomizings.

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Tramp.

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