We have been planning the backyard BBQ for some time now, Sonia, my wife and I had invited another couple Steve and Debbie over to our house. Our yard has several mature trees surrounding a medium sized pool, the trees and an eight foot high fence give a reasonable level of privacy from prying eyes. The midsummer weather was hot, the midday sun was high in the sky and I knew we would all end up in the pool later that day but for now we are all concentrated on having a few drinks and discussing the real reason we were here.

You see my wife is my slave, she likes it that way and has been devoted to me for more than ten years. She is 30, she is an exhibitionist, she is a pain slut and a fuck slut. While we often play with our ***********ion of whips in private she has this fantasy of being naked and whipped in public. We pre-warned our guests that today they were to be given a show of her real devotion to me. This wont be the first time they have seen her naked, we went camping together a few months back and during that three day trip my wife was often naked and fully exposed in the open. While her dress standard today was no different, naked that is, her treatment may well be a new experience for our guests.

Sonia and I talked about this day, she was eager to be the only one naked, she wants to show Steve and Debbie how strong she is. So, as I said before, she is naked well almost naked, she is wearing her salve collar, soft but strong leather cuffs on each wrist and on her feet she has her black leather, almost knee high, stiletto boots. The boots lace up from ankle to knee over the front shaft, the strong black cord is wrapped from side to side around shiny chrome clips. The boots have no tongues and even the tightness of the lacing cannot bring the sides fully together, a vertical line of bare skin is just visible. The boot’s six inch high sharp heels make it difficult for her to walk on the soft grass. She must keep most of her weight on her toes so the heels do not dig into the ground. This makes every visible muscle in her legs tense up as she walks in the yard, the inside of her thighs pay homage to the gym work she does on a daily basis. Her body is toned like this all over, she takes great pride in maintaining herself in top condition.

Her outer pussy lips are well pronounced, beautifully rounded from the internal labia minora completing the contoured transition to the inner thighs without a single flaw, just perfect. Her clitoral hood is clearly visible where these lips merge, I think I can even see the hardened nub starting to protrude from under the hood, it will be like that most of the time she is naked in front of us. This is her desire.

As she dutifully carries out the tasks of a hostess, offering cheese, crackers and drinks, her magnificent breasts sit unmoving high on her chest. She measures 36 inches across the nipples with not one once of fat on her back, it is all firm, hard, round tit, so firm there is absolutely no sag. Her nipples are long, they are pierced, she has a horseshoe adornment hanging from a black 14 gauge nipple bar. The horseshoes are fantastic as they allow the flexibility to add a wide range of weights, rings or strings to each nipple, in fact almost anything goes, it is only limited by your imagination. Right now she has little bells hanging from each horseshoe, they give a little jingle as she moves.

Our guests are in their early thirties like us, they are fine specimens of the human race. He is athletic, tall and strong with well-tanned skin. Debbie is just the best eye candy, full figured blonde with long legs. She is wearing a light summer dress that buttons down the front to just below her crutch when she walks I get a glimpse of her upper thighs as the dress opens up. Of the ten buttons on the front of the dress only the four or five lower ones hold it closed. Her ample bosom has formed a deep cleavage which is clearly visible as the unbuttoned dress strains to contain the large melons. Debbie knows she is displaying her body, in fact I note she has undone a button or two more since she arrived.

Sonia now stands naked in front of Debbie, she has a drink in each hand, she offers Debbie the drink that she had requested. Sonia stands still and silent as all slaves should. Debbie initially ignores the offer of the drink and looks over Sonia’s naked body, up and down her front and peering around her shoulder to see the straightness of her back and the curve of her arse. Debbie lifts one of the nipple bells with a couple of fingers, gives it a gentle but firm tug distending the nipple until the sides around the hole turn a pale white. She lets it spring back, it gives a little jingle. Sonia barely flinched, she remained motionless. Debbie runs her index finger’s long, manicured nail from Sonia’s shoulder to the same nipple, tracing over the top of her firm breast and then around the nipple. It forms a sharp indent which leaves a faint mark that disappears almost as quickly as it was produced. She leans in and with a wet tongue licks the side of Debbie’s face from her jawline to her eyes. There is no pain in any of this only a confirmation of who the slave is and who is not. Sonia still has not moved a muscle.

Debbie takes the drink with her left hand and gives Sonia a little tap on her arse sending her off to complete her drink round. Debbie is demonstrating that she knows more about the role of a dominating mistress than she has let on in the past. She looks over to me and gives a seductive wink.

Sonia moves to Steve and hands him a beer, Steve and I have been talking and I reassure him anything goes, he is free to do whatever he likes with Sonia. He takes the beer in his left hand and then runs his free hand over her tits, fingering the bells as he goes. His hand cannot completely enclose even one of the huge mounds so he hands the beer to me. With his newly freed hand he now has more options.

Applying a slight force to spread her tits he pushes his left hand up into her cleavage, the back of the hand rubbing hard against her right tit while the palm moulds around the ball shape of her other. Imagine what this would be if she was wearing a tight bra. He then positions his right hand grasping the opposite side of this mound of flesh, his thumbs meeting under her nipple. He squeezes tight between both hands and rotates it a few degrees left and then right and bends the tip up, he then pulls her toward him. As the bells touch his shirt he kisses her full on the lips, she responds exploring his mouth with her tongue. He lets go of her tit and moves his hands to her back, he squashes her body tight against his as the passionate kiss continues.

This last but a minute and as they break he palms her crutch lifting his hand up for me to see the womanly slime from her wet cunt. Sonia moves away and as she disappears inside we watch her arse cheeks flexing alternately as each pace is taken.

Steve takes his beer back and we all three stand around discussing Sonia. I suggest it would be a good time to get more comfortable ourselves and strip down to our swimmers. Without hesitation Steve and I remove our outer garments and throw them on a spare chair. We are in tight speedos, Steve’s package is obviously coming down from a mild erection, the elastic Spandex type material clearly shows the outline of his oversized manhood. Debbie points it out and playfully grabs a handful which does nothing to assist it returning to normal.

Debbie has her dress unbuttoned and lets it slip off her shoulders, as it falls to the ground in a silken pile my eyes almost pop out. She is standing there in a string bikini and by “String” I mean “String”. There are only three meagre elongated triangles of white satin that are held together by translucent plastic strings. The triangles are all the same size about 1 inch at the base and about 3 inches long. The outfit does little to cover her modesty.

Each of her nipples push a bump in their respective coverings while the areolae can be seen protruding from each side of the narrowing triangle shape. Her boobs show an indentation caused by the string straining to hold the heavy globes. I don’t need a tape to tell me they are in excess of my wife’s 36 Inches and for that reason they appear to have a little sag. My eyes are drawn down across her flat, rock hard tummy, past her navel to the inverted triangle of her thong. Although her clit may be covered the lower end of this small piece of material is being devoured by her pussy. The inverted apex slips between the exposed lower lips before turning into string and disappearing up the crack of her bum. Need I say more? OH yes – not a pubic hair is visible, nor any evidence of shaving, I suggest she is totally and permanently hairless.

My manhood begins to thicken.

I say to Steve , “ I think it is time to move this show along a bit, when Sonia comes back we will string her up and have some fun”. Debbie looks at both of us with an evil grin, I have trouble keeping eye contact with this beautiful big pair of tits sitting on her chest straining against the inadequate material. Steve put his hand on her shoulder and runs it up behind his wife’s neck, he pulls her into his lips and holds her there for a passionate kiss. When they break he says to her “you’re a real bitch aren’t you?” as he gives her a playful smack on her arse.

Debbie puts her glass close to her lips and just before she takes a sip she adds, “I am really looking forward to this, I think Sonia will be sorry she invited me” and then she drinks.

Sonia is taking a long time inside so I go and check what she is up to. As I enter the house she is kneeling on the floor just inside the door, head bent down with her outstretched hands offering me the end of her leash, the other end attached to her collar. “Please treat me like the slave bitch I really want to be” she says, “humiliate me, mark my body with your whip.”

I take the loose end of the leash and pull her to her feet, I give her one last loving kiss before leading her outside.

“Look what I found inside” as I hold the leash high and while standing still I pull Sonia in a small circle showing her off to our friends. “Debbie, do you want to do the honours” I say as I pass the leash to her.

As Debbie takes the leash I motion her towards a gap between two of the trees where I already have a rope hanging from each tree. The ropes are laid our specifically to hold her wrists high and spread when attached properly. Debbie leads Sonia to where I am standing and I point to a small two step stool sitting at my feet and tell her to get Sonia up on the stool. Although the stool is only about eighteen inches high it is still not that sturdy on the grass but Sonia manages to get to the top and balance there in her boots. This stool is part of my strategy which will become evident in a couple of minutes.

Now that Sonia is in position I take her left hand and attached it to one of the ropes making sure the rope is secure on her wrist cuff and there is no slack in the rope. While this is happening my wife’s tits are close to Debbie’s eye level and she has hold of them assisting to help steady Sonia. I repeat the process with the other wrist. Debbie reaches up and unclips the leash and we stand back and admire my wife standing naked arms spread in the open air. Her body is glistening in the midday sun, small droplets of sweat are forming on her upper chest as she uses her leg muscles to keep in firm contact with the stool.

It is at this time that I reach down and pull the stool out from under her feet.

Sonia gives a little grunt as her body drops the few inches until her toes make contact with the ground. I have been very careful to set the ropes so that once the stool is removed her arms will be stretched tight but she will still have ground contact. This is important if she is to spend any length of time trussed up like this.

Next I go behind the BBQ and retrieve a spreader bar, it is adjustable and has a leather strap on each end. I attached each of the ends to her boot covered ankles and open the spread until she is fully exposed and struggling to keep her toes on the ground. Her ankles are now about three feet apart and I run my hand up her leg to her pussy and slip a couple of fingers inside showing Debbie the ease of access I now have.

So with my wife now helpless, naked and spread wide, Debbie takes the hint and runs her hands up and down Sonia’s ribs passing the side of her tits to her armpits and back down. She uses her long finger nails to lightly play with the exposed skin. As Debbie turns side on to us she grabs our eye contact and without looking away runs one hand between Sonia’s legs and give her pussy a good rub.



“This is fun” she says, “I could play here all day”.

I reply, “That’s fine, you play for a bit while Steve and I have a beer”. Steve and I grab a seat and watch the girls. At this time I have a boner that is busting to get out of my swimmers.

Debbie turns back to Sonia who is now showing signs of discomfort, she flexes her biceps trying to get some slack in the ropes but none is available. Debbie hugs Sonia’s naked body around the chest, two sets of tits crushing together, we get a good view of Debbie’s rump, two bare globes with a string emerging from the top forming the thin waste band of her bikini bottoms. As she leans in towards Sonia she takes some weight off her own feet which adds to the stress Sonia is feeling in her widely stretched arms, the trees rustle a bit as the branches she is tied to move.