Kelly's Dream of Lynn

Author’s Note: I know some of you don’t like dream sequences, but this one felt appropriate. It’s just a bit of fun in Kelly’s dreams, which takes place after the events of chapter 38 (read that first). As a dream sequence, rules concerning consent, etc, are still observed, but activities are a little more extreme than what’s been typical for a Harem House session so far. I hope you enjoy it! 

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Kelly fell asleep with her head on Arthur’s abs, her body secure in the cleft of the couch, her feet and lower body covered by a blanket wrapped under her. Arthur’s manly scent aroused and soothed her simultaneously. She was safe in his arms; she was home. Katelyn’s gentle breathing from his other side added to the comfort. Knowing Katelyn was with them and that Arthur was watching out for her made Kelly happy. 

Then there was Arthur. He’d opened up to her last night, and tonight, he’d given her every reassurance that he needed her. Arthur conveyed that she brought something to their relationship and that he trusted her to be there for him when he needed her. She was special and loved, and Arthur’s gentle snoring meant he felt safe and secure in her home. 

Sleep came for her from the depths of the sofa cushions, but her dreams continued the domestic atmosphere. She was home, cooking for Arthur and the girls in her new kitchen. The spacious room was something out of a television show, with a kitchen table and a coffee bar across from the wrap-around counter. Marble covered the countertops, with an island counter in the center. Barstools surrounded the island on two sides, leaving aisles between the island and the stove, the counter beside the fridge, and the counter with the sink.

The open double-wide archway between the kitchen and the dining room gave her a view of the table as she finished laying out the meal. The girls, in their enticing lingerie, lined up with plates. Kat stood at the head of the line in a pink collar, bra, and thong that matched the shade of her behind. Beside her, Katelyn crawled on her hands and knees, a pink collar with a bell and bowtie around her throat, a tailed plug in her ass, and a headband with cat ears on her head. 

Rani waited in line with a plate, wearing a red silk panel skirt that slid between her legs. It looked like the bottom half of a Princess Leia costume but sluttier, and without the gold bikini aspect, just a panel of fabric the width of Arthur’s bicep in front and behind. Otherwise, the gold jewelry she so often wore covered her, and a dangling pair of gold bells hung from her nipples. Her collar chain was tight about her throat, its pendant ring hanging between her breasts as the chain slithered through the cleft of her breasts. 

Behind her, Mindy waited for her turn in a gray and blue pleated skirt that fell to the top of her thighs. Her bare legs beneath it ran to knee-length white socks and gray sneakers. The gray and blue Wolves jersey was cropped less than an inch beneath her braless breasts, so every time she moved her arms, she exposed her dark brown areolas. The cute pigtails she wore were high and tight, with blue scrunchies. She looked like a slutty version of the University’s cheerleaders, and Kelly had a hard time taking her eyes off the young woman and her tight black choker with the word WHORE in rhinestones. 

Behind Mindy, Arthur stood naked as the day he was born. His chiseled muscles were firm and deeply cut. He grasped Selene’s braid in his hand, which he held as a leash to the slave girl beside him. Her black ballet slippers tied up her calves in graceful arcs of ribbon. Above her shoes, she wore a chastity belt, the key for which hung on a thin chain around Arthur’s neck. Her arms were bound behind her, tied in a column tie that ran from wrist to elbow. Clamps hung from each nipple with a chain arcing between them. In the center of the chain, a heavyweight clapped against Selene’s soft abs. The bright red ball gag in her mouth gave her face a surprised expression when she opened her eyes, though they were half-lidded in lust as she gazed at Kelly. 

Kelly harbored no doubts that Selene would spend most of today silently begging her to intercede with Arthur on Selene’s behalf. She had no intention of doing so, but she did feel pity for the poor slave. She’d been well-intentioned but got carried away. So naturally, Arthur gave her what she wanted. She was his twenty-four-seven slave now, and she’d masturbated one too many times without his permission, so now she was on lockdown—poor girl. 

“Good morning, Master.” Kelly said, kissing Arthur as she approached him. 

Arthur hugged her in his arms and kissed her, drawing noises of teasing approval from the others. 

Kelly wore her apron, heels, collar, and nothing else. The way her man liked her to dress. She smiled as Arthur watched her walk away, his eyes too low to be respectable. 

“Dinner is served.” Kelly said, gesturing to the island. “Grab a plate and help yourselves.” She turned, smiling as Arthur took the lead. Meanwhile, Kelly prepared Katelyn’s food bowl. She cut up the meat and veggies from dinner. The steak, potatoes, and gravy looked almost like pet food in the pink bowl with the pet name “Princess” written across it in stylized white lettering. 

Kelly carried her plate and Katelyn’s bowl to the dining room. 

Katelyn followed behind her, crawling skillfully on her hands and knees with pads on her knees and her calves tied to her thighs so her soles pointed to the ceiling. 

Kelly placed her plate in her typical spot, at the foot of the table, across from Arthur. Then she set Katelyn’s food bowl on the floor, out of the way, so she could eat while the others took their seats. She returned to the kitchen for Katelyn’s water bowl and placed it beside the food bowl as the others sat at the dining room table. 

It was only then that Kelly realized her mistake. She’d poured Arthur’s scotch but had forgotten to bring it to him. She ran to the bar in the sitting room and took the glass from the bartop, placing it at his seat before he arrived. 

He arrived with Selene a second later, and she dropped under the table as usual. He slid his chair into position and unlatched her ball gag so she could suck on him while he ate with the others. Kelly could hear the sloppy blowjob noises coming from under the table, but Arthur seemed unphased. Pleased but perfectly capable of holding a conversation as the others took their seats. 

“No wine tonight?” Arthur asked, glancing at Kelly’s empty glass. 

Kelly laughed. “Oh, I forgot. I was looking forward to having a nice red with this meal.” 

“Do you want me to fetch some, Mistress?” Mindy asked though Kelly suspected she didn’t know what type or year to fetch. 

“No, I’ll get it.” Kelly said, rising from her seat. “You enjoy, I’ll be right back, it’s just in the cellar.” 

Kelly left the dining room through the arch to the hallway behind her, then walked the long hallway as she passed the office door on her right. The door was open as she passed, and she could see Beth bent over and tied to the desk. Her wrists and ankles bore restraints, and ropes tied her to the four legs of the desk. Her restraints spread her legs and arms wide, even though she folded herself over the desk. A large butt plug shimmered from the overhead light, and a vibrator buzzed away between her legs. 

Kelly stopped and stuck her head through the door. “Hey, Bitch, we’re having dinner in the dining room. Do you want anything?” 

“No…” Beth answered, panting. “I ate before I came.” 

“Okay.” Kelly said. “Are you good? Do you need me to remind Arthur he left you here?” 

“He knows.” Beth said. “And he left me a quick escape…” She showed Kelly the slip knots at her wrists and squeezed her legs together. “But I’m supposed to endure this for another… half… hour…” She moaned. “He’s teaching me endurance.” 

“How many times have you cum so far?” Kelly asked, walking into the office. Her heels clicked against the hardwood floor, letting Beth hear her approach, so she wasn’t startled when Kelly’s hand slid against her backside and squeezed. 

“Mm.” Beth made a noise between a moan and a hum of pleasure. “Uh… three times.” 

“Without permission?” Kelly asked, rubbing Beth’s round, fat ass. 

“Uh… Yes.” Beth said. 

Kelly smacked Beth’s ass, hard.

“I mean, yes, Mistress.” Beth corrected her form of address after the spank reminded her. 

“That’s better.” Kelly toyed with the plug, pretending she was going to pull it out, then pushing it in again. “I’ll check on you after dinner if Arthur doesn’t.” 

“Yes, Mistress.” Beth said, swallowing her pride as much as her arousal. 

“You still need to work on your pussy munching, right?” Kelly asked. “Or did Arthur tell you that you’ve mastered that?” 

“No, Mistress. Master said he left that determination to you.” Beth answered. 

Kelly knew that already, but she smiled to hear Beth admit it. “And remind me, what was my last evaluation of your abilities?” 

“That I was terrible at it and needed more practice.” Beth said. 

“That’s right.” Kelly said, patting Beth’s ass again. “Maybe I’ll have the others help me evaluate your skills after your next lesson. You can go around the room and eat us out one by one until we each have an orgasm or your tongue falls off.” 

Beth groaned, but that was probably because Kelly had moved from toying with the plug to stroking her with the vibrator. “Whatever you wish… mistress.” 

“Good girl.” Kelly said, slapping Beth’s ass one last time before she brushed off her apron and left the room. 

Beth whimpered at the teasing contact and its sudden ending, but Kelly knew she’d see plenty of punishment and pleasure after dinner. Cumming three times without permission? She was going to be in for it, and that was assuming she didn’t cum a fourth or fifth time before Arthur finished dinner and found her again. 

Kelly continued her walk through the hallway, turning into the foyer and opening the basement door. The stairs descended into darkness. She turned the lights on at the base of the steps and looked into the apartment. 

The kitchen, dining area, and living room were clean and crisp as if the in-law suite were a model display apartment in a development. Each piece was in its place, from the TV remote in the center of the coffee table, perfectly aligned perpendicular to the fireplace, to the matching throw pillows filling in the corners of the sofa.

Kelly strode through the apartment and turned into the hallway halfway down the room. The bedroom to the right of the living room was of no concern to her. The wine rack was located in the other half of the basement, designed for storage, water heaters, the furnace, and other utilities. She stepped into the wine room and combed the wall-sized rack of bottles with her eyes. A nice, bold red wine would pair well with the meal upstairs. She plucked a merlot older than she was from the shelf and reviewed the bottle. 

She barely spared a glance at the wall to her left. The stone brick surface was jagged in places, prickly, but it looked beautiful. The eyebolts in the four corners had chains hooked to them, chains that attached to the wrist, and ankle manacles clasped around a curvaceous Latin beauty. They held her spread-eagle with her backside against the abrasive wall, just tight enough to force her globe-like ass to make contact. 

The young woman wore a black leather hood obscuring her face. Clover clamps attached to each delicious nipple, and red cane marks that hadn’t had a chance to fade yet covered the top and undersides of her heavy breasts. The hot wax that had dripped on her stomach was still there, dark red against the pink blush of her gently burned skin behind it. 

Her naked legs left her pussy open, clamps on her pussy lips hanging to show the glistening arousal that coated her nearly all the time. A stage light hung from the ceiling, pointed directly at her from above, giving her the spotlight she always wanted. A video camera pointed at her from a tripod connected to the laptop directly next to it. The live webcam show was still going, the chat moving quickly as people tipped to keep the pink vibrator stuffed in her vagina buzzing. 

The young woman hadn’t moved when Kelly entered the room, not even to turn her ear toward the sound of the door. She was learning. 

“Ready to say your safeword yet, Cunt?” Kelly asked. 

Cunt shook her head. She was determined, and besides, she lived for this humiliation. 

“Ready to show your face to your adoring fans?” Kelly asked. “I’m sure they’d love to know the identity of the cunt they’ve been watching us torture. Maybe you can do an AMA and explain why you love this humiliation so much.”

Cunt whimpered, unable to speak with the hood rigidly keeping her mouth shut. The hood had a zipper over the lips, but Kelly left it closed. The tight black collar against the young woman’s neck kept the hood from moving. The only hole was in the back, for her hair, which they’d tied into a single ponytail and then fastened to the ceiling. 

“How many shocks have you gotten from that collar today?” Kelly asked, checking the laptop screen. “Not enough, I see.” 

She pressed a button on the laptop, and the small black box on the collar flashed. The young woman jolted, shocked by the collar into movement, straining against her cuffs and chains and scraping her backside against the rough stone wall. 

Kelly chuckled. “Ah, that never gets old.” She smiled and watched the young woman for a moment. “Why do you enjoy this so much, Cunt?” She pressed the button again and laughed. “You think this will make our Master forgive you?” She pressed the button again and held it down longer this time. “You’re nothing but a worthless cumdump, and a pitiful excuse for a human.” 

The arousal between Cunt’s lower lips grew with each shock and word from Kelly’s mouth. She moaned, activating the collar on her own and shocking herself into silence. 

“Stupid Cunt.” Kelly sighed and returned to the wine bottle. “We’re having dinner upstairs. A juicy steak, mashed potatoes, and homemade gravy that I cooked up. I just came down for some wine. I forget whose turn it is to feed you, but you could probably go another day or two without real food. We’ll have to see. Master has plenty of women upstairs to pleasure him, so there might not be any of his jizz left to season your food with, and you’re not allowed to eat or drink anything without his cum in it.” 

Cunt whined, and the electric zap silenced her. 

“You wouldn’t like the taste of anything without his cum at this point.” Kelly chuckled to herself. “You stupid, pathetic Cunt.” 

Cunt nodded as best she could, which was difficult with her ponytail tied above and behind her. 

“Hm…” Kelly checked the stream. “Maybe if you earn another two hundred by the time we finish dinner, I’ll let you eat whatever Pet doesn’t finish. Bitch came over tonight too, so maybe I can use whatever Master leaves in her to season it.” Kelly shrugged. “We’ll see. Have a good night if I don’t see you.” 

Cunt strained against her restraints as if trying to say something, but the shock collar zapped her again. 

“What’s that?” Kelly asked. “Are you saying your safeword? Do you want me to let you out of this?” Kelly asked. 

Cunt shook her head “no” vigorously, not wanting to be misunderstood. 

Kelly smiled. “I thought not.” 

And with that, she left her there, climbing the stairs to the foyer once again. She opened the bottle of wine on her way to the kitchen and let the wine breathe in the bottle as she got an ice bucket for it. She poured herself a glass, then made the rounds at the table. The others had half cleared their plates, but Kelly didn’t mind. She was the one who got distracted. She sat, smiled at Arthur, who was still eating, and dove into her meal. 

“I saw Bitch was here in the office?” Kelly asked as she ate. 

Arthur nodded. “Yeah. She wanted some more training.” He shrugged. “We’re taking her to the club soon, and she wants to make a good impression.” 

“Good for her.” Kelly said. “It’s important to show initiative.” 

Arthur continued eating.

Katelyn, having finished her food, crawled toward Kelly and placed her chin on Kelly’s thigh. 

“Are you all finished with your food?” Kelly asked, looking over her shoulder to check Katelyn’s still-quarter-full food bowl. 

Katelyn lifted her head and nodded, then licked her lips. 

“Has she been eating according to the diet you gave her?” Arthur asked. 

“Yes, Sir.” Kelly said. “She’s been following her regimen for food and exercise. They all have.” 

“Well, you spank us if we don’t.” Brat spoke up, pointing her fork at Kelly. 

“It’s for your own good. Besides, you enjoy the hell out of every spanking you get.” Arthur said, chuckling to himself, before he sipped his whiskey. 

“No, I don’t.” Brat said, pouting. 

“Admit you do, or I’ll never spank you again.” Arthur said. 

Brat pouted, looking angry and defiant with pursed lips for several seconds before she rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fine.” 

“And?” Arthur prompted, waiting for her to obey. 

“I enjoy the hell out of every spanking I get, Sir.” Brat said though she didn’t sound particularly enthusiastic. “Though I prefer yours, obviously.” 

“Obviously.” Arthur agreed, giving Kelly an amused look from across the table. Brat’s antics never ceased to amuse them. 

“How’s Slut doing down there?” Kelly asked. “Has she made you cum yet?” 

“Not yet, but she’s trying.” Arthur said. 

“Well, if she does, make sure she saves some of it. I need a dose for Cunt’s dinner.” Kelly said. 

“Are you still doing that?” Arthur asked. “I thought she would have given up by now.” 

“You know she has a humiliation fetish.” Kelly said. “She’s loving it. I’m going to make her eat it on the stream, and then we’ll see if she doesn’t make enough to buy that new spanking bench we discussed.” 

Arthur shook his head but let it go as they finished their meal. The new spanking bench was his idea, and he’d tossed around the idea of making it himself, but he was still busy building his carpentry barn in the back acres. He wouldn’t have time to start making their furniture for some time. 

Kelly shifted slightly as Katelyn crawled under the table and pushed her head between Kelly’s thighs. She opened them for her and lifted her apron as Katelyn licked her way under it until her tongue came to play with Kelly’s lower lips. Katelyn munched and massaged Kelly’s pussy with her mouth, sliding her tongue between the folds in small, lapping strokes to ease her apart. 

Kelly moaned as she swallowed her steak, shifting her hips forward to mash against Katelyn’s face. “Mmm… good girl.” Kelly said, running one hand through Katelyn’s hair. 

Katelyn mewed happily and licked harder, lapping at Kelly’s cunt with eager, playful strokes that drove her wild as she tried to focus on eating her meal. 

“How do you make this look so easy?” Kelly gasped, looking at Arthur. 

“Practice.” Arthur said, straight-faced as he set his fork down. 

“Though I think I’m ready for dessert.” Arthur stroked his chin, looking between the others at the table. Kat, Mindy, and Rani sat straighter, each presenting themselves as options. “Hm…” Arthur evaluated each of them. “I think it’s Brat’s turn. Whore and Concubine, you two prep and help her.” 

Mindy and Rani rose from their seats, clearing the table of its empty dishes and place settings. They ferried them to the sink in quick succession, then pulled Kat out of her chair. She didn’t struggle but went willingly as they lifted her onto the table. They laid her on her back so she faced the ceiling and scooted her toward Arthur so her ass came to the edge of the table. 

Mindy moved to the other side as Rani removed Kat’s thong. Arthur pushed his chair back and knelt on the cushion on the floor. Slut continued sucking his dick, moving with him and lowering herself to her knees and elbows as he stood on his knees. 

Mindy and Rani hooked their hands under Kat’s knees at the end of her thighs, hoisting her legs back and pulling her knees to her tits. They spread her, opening her legs for Arthur’s review and approval. He lowered his face to her, eating her out for dessert. She writhed on the hard wooden table, lifting her hands above her. Rani fastened the pink cuffs she wore to the hook and chain in the center of the table, reserved for that purpose. 

Kelly watched it all from the other side as Katelyn ate her out. She listened to every noise Brat made with gleeful arousal, trying to act nonchalant as she finished her food and sipped her wine. The heat on her cheeks made it a lost cause. The blush of her arousal shifted from teasing desire to desperate need, and she held Katelyn’s head in place against her, rocking her hips as Katelyn’s nose pressed softly against her clit. 

Katelyn’s lapping tongue explored Kelly’s hole, searching, probing, and tasting every crevice, fold, and tissue. The paw-shaped mittens Katelyn wore prevented her from adding any fingers to Kelly’s pleasure, but her tongue was skilled enough. She alternated from broad and flat to narrow and firm as she licked, teased, and toyed with Kelly. 

Meanwhile, Kelly imagined Arthur did much the same to Kat, based on the noises she made. She writhed with her wrists cuffed above her head, and Mindy had already lifted her bra, baring Kat’s breasts to Arthur’s view. He squeezed and toyed with them above him as he ate Kat, and he growled his desire for her deep in his throat with a rumble that shook the room like thunder. 

Kelly grasped the edge of the table to hold herself steady. The flow of her arousal seemed ludicrous, coating Katelyn’s face, hair, and torso in a thin sheen of lust. She wanted to hold out, to last longer than Katerine could endure under Arthur’s tongue. She succeeded, but only just. 

Kat stiffened, then her body spasmed into a bridge as she came, her back arcing off the table and her stomach thrusting into the air. She flexed, her arms pulling against the chain and hook, which held fast. She lifted her shoulders off the table, curling in the other direction, trying to reach for Arthur but finding herself restrained. The sight drove Kelly over the edge. 

She crossed her ankles over Katelyn’s back, squeezing the young woman between her thighs and cumming so abruptly she felt as if she shot her release directly into Katelyn’s waiting mouth. 

Katelyn slowed her tongue, stilling herself between Kelly’s muscular thighs until she relaxed. Then Katelyn slowly resumed her licking, abandoning Kelly’s slit for her thighs and kissing her way to Kelly’s knees. Kelly patted her on the head and scratched her beneath her chin like a cat. “Good girl.” Kelly said, her voice airy and light with the euphoria of satiated lust. “Good girl.” 

Katelyn gave a happy mew and slunk away from between Kelly’s legs. She pawed at her fluffy bed in the corner of the room, curled up, and closed her eyes as if to sleep. 

Arthur and the others recovered, unfastening Kat from the table and shifting to help her stand. Slut crawled out from under the table as Arthur stood. She didn’t rise but crawled over to Pet’s food bowl and opened her mouth, letting Arthur’s cum slide over her tongue and fall to the mostly eaten food below. She drizzled it like a sauce, then swallowed the rest. 

“Good girl.” Arthur said, then patted her behind as he strolled past them into the hallway. “I’m going to check on Beth, then I think we’ll tune into the stream in the home theater. Whose turn is it to feed cunt?” 

“Mine, Master.” Mindy said, raising her hand. The chore wheel on the fridge was correct. 

“Okay. See if you can come up with something to make her say her safeword, but you know the rules.” Arthur said. 

“Yes, Master.” Mindy nodded. “Is there anything specific you’d like me to do to her tonight?” 

“Hm…” Arthur stroked his chin. “Try the Wooden Pony. She hates that.” 

Mindy smiled. “Yes, Master.” 

Arthur gave her a wink, then left for the home office, where Beth was waiting for him. 

Kelly took a deep breath, then helped the girls clear the rest of the table and wash the dishes. When they finished, she moved into the living room, where the home theater waited for them. She left her apron in the kitchen, wearing nothing but her heels and a collar as the others piled in. 

Arthur led Beth in on a leash, and she walked behind him with her eyes down. Rani was downstairs helping Mindy, and Katelyn was lying in the bay window behind them, facing the TV. Kat and Selene sat on opposite ends of the U-shaped sofa, with the square pushed in so that it formed one giant nest. Arthur crawled in, sitting next to Kelly, and Beth crawled after him, lying between his legs and resting her head on his thigh. 

Kelly stroked him and gestured for Selene, who crawled between Kelly’s legs and started kissing and licking her way to Kelly’s approval. 

Arthur turned on the TV and flipped the input to the live stream, where they watched the full-screen HD image of the dungeon as a masked Mindy led Cunt into the room by a chain attached to her collar. 

Mindy led her to the center of the room and then stopped. She used a step stool, which gave the camera an intentional view of her backside up her skirt, to tie Cunt’s hands above her head. Then she moved to the wall, where she cranked the wheel that lifted the other young woman off the floor so that her toes hung several inches above the concrete floor. 

Mindy moved out of the frame and pushed the piece of furniture on its wheels, forcing it between the suspended woman’s legs. She spread her legs for it, whimpering as she recognized the sharp taper of the triangle sides. The wooden horse, as Arthur called it, came to a sharp edge at the top, then flared out in a triangle that was roughly four feet long. It spread her legs for her as Mindy lowered her onto it by the wheel at the wall. She kept lowering herself until she had half her body weight resting on it, her arms still outstretched. She could pull herself up on the chain for relief as necessary, but not for very long. Eventually, she’d always sink down again, and the cuffs Mindy attached to the horse and her ankles kept her from dismounting entirely. 

Cunt’s backside profile was toward the camera. Rani operated the setup, switching views as necessary between the camera that showed her front, the camera that showed her side, and the camera that showed her back. 

Each one showed that Mindy had removed the shock collar and vibrator. Mindy treated the scrapes and abrasions on her backside, but they remained raw and fresh from the stone wall they’d chained her to. The hood still obscured her identity, though everyone in the house knew who was under it. The hood was for the viewers at home, the people who logged on to watch her humiliation and paid to torment or pleasure her as they willed. To Cunt it was all the same. Every shock or sting of the whip was a delightful humiliation that made her writhe and cum until she was nothing but a brainless bimbo who lived for her next orgasm. 

That was the arrangement they’d come to. Lynn could live here and pay her way with the profits from their streaming. It had proven quite lucrative, and she’d funded their lifestyles to pay them back for all the damage she’d caused. She chose this, wanted this, and delighted in this constant barrage of exhibitionism. 

Kelly preferred not to be on camera, but they were always careful to wear masks if they had to be on screen. Mindy’s identity was safe behind a full-face black mask with holes for her eyes, but Rani did her best to keep her out of the shots anyway. 

“You remember your safeword?” Mindy started the session off with the same question they always asked her. 

Lynn nodded. 

“How many times have you cum today?” Mindy asked. 

Lynn held up four fingers, keeping her other fingers balled into a fist with both hands still chained above her head. Her heavy breasts hung forward, and Mindy reached up and pulled on a nipple for the fun of it. Lynn flinched, the hood blocking her eyesight and not giving her any warning for any touch or impact Mindy might deliver. 

“Did you enjoy your time on the wall?” Mindy asked. 

Lynn nodded. 

“Do you want your dinner?” Mindy asked. 

Lynn nodded, whining behind the mask. 

“It’s leftovers from Pet’s food dish, with Master’s cum for seasoning.” Mindy said. “Are you ready to say your safeword and end this?” 

Lynn shook her head no. 

Mindy struck her with a thin bamboo cane across her ass, leaving an angry red mark with little more than a flick of her wrist. 

Lynn moaned, pulling herself off the horse slightly, but not enough to give her relief. 

Mindy struck her three more times with the same stick, making four lines in a column across both of Lynn’s cheeks. 

“What do you think, Concubine?” Mindy asked Rani off-camera. “Should we give her pain or pleasure while she eats dinner?” 

“Why not both?” Rani answered from behind the camera. 

“What does the chat say?” Mindy asked. 

The votes came in quickly, scrolling on the bottom half of the screen. Pain, Pleasure, or Both resulted in “pain” being the dominating choice. 

“Chat says pain.” Rani answered after several moments of silence. 

Lynn deflated on the wooden horse, whining. 

“Pain it is.” Mindy said. Her mask hid any kind of facial expression, but Kelly heard the smile in her voice. 

She returned to the wall and lowered Lynn’s chain until she was sitting fully on the horse. Then she moved to her and unclipped her wrists from the chain above her. She pulled Lynn forward, forcing her to lie over the horse so that her head came to the end of it, and the edge pressed against her sternum, her heavy tits falling to either side of the triangle, along with her arms and thighs. 

Mindy fastened her wrist cuffs to the underside of the horse and hooked her collar to the clip at the end, making Lynn stare down at the floor. She set an unmarked bowl she’d moved the mixed food into on a small tray table and pushed it into place so it hung off the ridges of the wooden horse. 

Lynn had enough room that she could lift her head away from the dish for a few moments at a time, but if she relaxed, she’d push her face into the bowl with little effort. 

Mindy unzipped the zipper over Lynn’s mouth, and her tongue and lips immediately fell out, panting and diving toward the food bowl beneath her face. She ate ravenously, like an animal. Meanwhile, Mindy walked around the other side of the wooden horse and returned to the camera’s view with a large studded panel. 

She pulled Lynn’s ponytail, lifting her face away from the food by force. 

“Do you want to say your safeword?” Mindy asked. 

“Fuck you, Whore.” Lynn spat, though it sounded rehearsed. The enmity Kelly was so accustomed to hearing in her tone was gone. “AH!” She cried out as Mindy swung the paddle hard and collided with Lynn’s backside. The studs left bright red marks in a pattern of squares across Lynn’s left cheek. 

Mindy followed up with another strike to the right cheek. 

“You like this, don’t you Cunt?” Mindy asked. 

“Mmm.” Lynn responded. 

“What was that?” Mindy asked as she landed another blow. 

“Ah! Yes, Mistress Whore.” Lynn answered. “I’m sorry for not answering correctly.” 

Mindy landed another blow and another, then released Lynn’s ponytail and let her eat. 

Lynn resumed eating, her hood and mouth a mess of steak, mashed potatoes, saliva, and cum. 

“Such a messy eater.” Mindy said. She -tsked- and struck Lynn again. “You’re going to have to clean up when you finish. You know that, right?” She spanked Lynn. 

“Yes, Mistress Whore.” Lynn answered. “I’ll clean up afterward.” 

Mindy spanked her again and again. The paddle continued landing blow after blow as Lynn ate her dinner, the studs leaving marks on her behind for the camera to catch. The dungeon was professionally lit, or as close as Arthur could make it. The stream covered the cost of their gear and equipment. The setup was nice, but Kelly enjoyed the comfort of the sofa beneath her as Selene pleasured her. Meanwhile, she stroked Arthur into Beth’s mouth as she sucked the upper half of his cock. 

They watched as Lynn took her punishment, moaning and gasping with every impact until she finished, and her responses became shrieks of pleasure. She twitched, and the camera caught the glisten of her arousal, coating the wooden horse and her thighs behind the bright burn of her ass cheeks. 

“She doesn’t deserve such enjoyment.” Kelly said, frowning. “We should tell Mindy to cut it short.” 

“Let them be.” Arthur said, kissing Kelly.

Kelly kissed him, squeezing Selene between her thighs. 

On camera, Mindy’s arm grew tired, and she stopped Lynn’s spanking after a few rapid-fire final strikes. Lynn shrieked and scrambled but moved nowhere; her restraints held her in place, and her struggle proved useless. She rocked her hips, using the edge of the triangle, splitting her to bring her what little pleasure she could. 

“None of that.” Mindy said, pinching her nipple. “It’s time to clean up. Then you’re going to thank me and Concubine for your dinner, and then it’s bedtime. I think I’ll let you sleep in our cage tonight so you can listen to me and Concubine enjoy each other before we fall asleep.” 

Lynn gulped and licked her lips. “Yes, Mistress Whore.” 

Mindy unfastened Lynn’s ankles, then her wrists. She refastened her wrist cuffs to the chain above, then cranked the wheel on the wall to raise her into the air again. She pushed the wooden horse aside, then lowered Lynn to her unsteady feet. 

Lynn knelt on the floor, panting and bending forward when her heels struck her behind. She clung to the chain for support and raised her hands above her head. Mindy unfastened her wrists again and guided her hands to the wooden horse. Lynn grasped the edge she’d been lying on a moment ago, and Mindy pushed her head forward. 

“Lick up your juices, Cunt. No one else wants them.” Mindy instructed. 

Lynn’s tongue slid forward, finding the surface of the horse and licking. She found the juices Mindy mentioned quickly enough, cleaning it, then arching her head over the side to clean the other side as well. She licked until Mindy let her pull away. 

Mindy moved the bowl away and put the tray in Lynn’s hands. “You got some on the tray.” Mindy explained. “Lick it up.” 

Lynn bent over the tray and licked until it was clean. As she did that, Mindy pinched and rolled her nipples between her fingers, inflicting pain and pleasure on Lynn’s stiff nipples, swollen with arousal. When Lynn finished licking the tray, she offered it back to Mindy.

Mindy took it and pushed the horse out of frame. Then she yanked Lynn’s collar toward the floor, and Lynn fell to her knees, clinging to Mindy for support. Mindy shoved her away, knocking her to the floor as she fell on her side with a grunt. 

Lynn quickly scrambled to her hands and knees as Mindy’s foot kicked her backside. Then Mindy grabbed her by the ponytail and pushed her face to the floor. “You made a mess.” Mindy explained. “Lick it up.” 

Lynn licked the crumbs and mess she’d let fall to the floor. She licked the cement floor of the dungeon until her tongue grew tired, with Mindy’s foot on her back the entire time, not letting her up until she finished. The “Captain Morgan” pose gave the camera a nice view under Mindy’s skirt, showing the arousal coating her thighs. 

“Now say your gratitudes.” Mindy said. She moved her foot, shoving Lynn in the arm with it and knocking her sideways. 

Lynn recovered and moved to her knees, taking the Nadu position as she faced the camera, spread her legs, straightened her back, and rested her hands on her thighs with her palms upturned toward the ceiling. “Thank you, Mistress Whore, for feeding me. Thank you, Mistress Concubine, for filming. Thank you, Mistress Pet, for giving me your food. Thank you, Mistress Slut, for delivering Master’s cum. Thank you, Mistress, for making the food. Thank you, Master, for allowing them and for letting me be a part of this.” 

“And?” Mindy pressed, slapping Cunt’s breast so hard the clap echoed in the dungeon. 

“And… Mistress Brat!” Lynn supplied, realizing she’d left someone out. “Thank you, Mistress Brat, for letting me be a part of this.” 

“And?” Mindy slapped her other breast. 

“And thank you to everyone who logged in to watch me. This cunt wishes you could use her as the cum dump she is, but since you’re not here, this cunt hopes you enjoyed the show.”

Mindy nodded and struck a cutesy pose with the peace sign before the stream ended. Kelly sighed, relaxing as Selene finished off her clean up, and Arthur blasted his seed into Beth’s waiting throat. 

“She certainly sounds sincere.” Kelly said. 

Arthur grunted. “I have to admit, I like this arrangement quite a bit.” 

Kelly chuckled. “It is nice to have a Cunt in the basement we can punish anytime we want to.” She said. 

“She certainly deserves it.” Arthur said. 

“It’s just a pity she enjoys it so much.” Kelly frowned. “She could at least pretend to hate it a little.” 

Arthur chuckled. “I guess she’s just not that good an actress.” 

Kelly laughed, but before she had a chance to respond, the world shifted and went dark. She opened her eyes to see her apartment’s living room and Arthur’s morning wood staring her in the face. She inhaled deeply through her nose, taking in his pheromones and manly scent. 

It wasn’t the worst dream to have. She licked her lips, considering waking her man up the way every man might want to be woken, but hesitated, not having cleared it with him the night before. No, she decided. She’d wait until he stirred. Besides, she glanced down between her legs. She had a mess she needed to take care of before anyone else woke up. 

Sighing, she carefully removed herself from the couch and fled to the bathroom, eager to start the day.