I was laying in bed with two tightly bound fairly beautiful women, close inspection of the one wearing latex knickers would reveal a bit of a telltale lump but more of that later. I was thinking it doesn’t get much better than this.

My Thoughts about getting Vanda’s bum branded with my initials were giving me thoughts that were causing me to consider my current immediate conundrum. So many holes and only one cock!

Tiny had to be first on my list of priorities she came so quickly. I liked to stretch it out though. She needed attention far more than she needed to cum.

I’d decided in my own mind that Tiny was a she, there may be a cock of sorts in his pants but it hindered his sex play, it didn’t enhance it one bit.

Nature had fucked up big-time by giving her a cock and balls, she should have had a fanny and tits. Perhaps in the long term a sex change operation was the ultimate solution. She was, however, becoming more and more wanting of my attention and was loving the fact that in bed at least she had been promoted by me to the position of! “Assistant Tormentor of Piggy”, in sex play only.

While Vanda slept on, if she had been awake I’d have called her a lazy cow. She wasn’t, she ran this house and our lives on rails. I sorted Tiny out while Vanda slept. As I said he was easy covered one of his tits with my hand. I knew he liked to see my big hands cup his boob.

This would have resulted in a right mess last week but I had solved tiny’s multiple squirting problems by ordering him to wear tight latex knickers. All his none play underwear was now latex. A lot of his playwear as well. I was still trying to stretch his arse so I could fuck him without the poor little fucker passing out I was sadly beginning to wonder if it was just too much for him.

The latex knickers have had a wonderful effect on Vanda. Well, vanda says that, it’s bollocks though. It’s not that at all. It’s down to the fact that Vanda is an out-and-out submissive. She needs a rod of iron in a velvet-gloved fist to function at her best. I suppose Tiny’s Aunt saw Vanda’s caring nature for her soon-to-be-alone nephew but didn’t think the rest through.

For ten years or more, she had been babysitting Tiny. In a relationship of just the two of them, there was nothing at all in it for Vanda after the mummy/baby thing had run out. Tiny still just wanted to suckle on her boobs. Vanda wanted Basil Rathbone to ride up on the black stallion and screw her not-so-little arse off.

Vanda needed cock, not necessarily that often either, but she does need to be rogered a couple of times a month just to remind her that she is fecking gorgeous.

She was asleep and she was making me happy. When I came to fix the boiler two weeks ago and ended up staying she was stretched to breaking point. It was hard to get to sleep because she was so jumpy. Now it was sleeping with my soul mate. I was watching her sleep, she was so peaceful but all I wanted to do was give her a shake roll her over and bash her back door in.

First I had to get the other sleeping beauty up and out of the way. Having Tiny around is fun. Especially now Vanda doesn’t want to stab him anymore. The great thing about Tiny was when I had emptied my loins down her throat I didn’t have to tell her I loved her for an hour after.

A well-lubed finger up tiny’s bum and a five-minute prostate massage and she was running to change her very soiled panties. Then I went for a piss and came back to bed to wake my new woman in the way she was possibly getting too used to. To be honest, Vanda is nearly as easy as Tiny.

We had a quick snog I gave her fun bags a squeeze and she whispers in my ear those words every red-blooded man wants to hear. Stick it up my wrong un Master. You didn’t half make my tupence store last night. Did I introduce you to Vanda, my Hungarian slut!

Vanda slipped in and out of the “Piggy” alter-ego easily. In bed, all three of us now referred to Vanda as piggy and usually, with Tiny’s help I did my very best to make her squeal once a day. She was getting all her buttons pressed as often as she needed, perhaps not quite as often as she would have liked but you must all the time keep your slut needy, “it’s the law” I tell her.

This morning I did it all on my own. There is a nice comfy reclining chair in our room. I sat on that and impaled Vanda on my cock after she lubed us both up. Sat on my cock like that I had free access to her cunt.

I kept her on my cock just a bit longer than ace wanted to be on it and diddled her clit until she was doing her imitation of a slaughterhouse on pork production day.

I still, had a boner when I let her climb off it. The Girl must have been a girl guide, she is all the time prepared. She produced a pack of antiseptic wipes. The first time I took her up the wrong un as she calls it she wanted to suck me to clean me up. I love kissing that mouth so that ain’t gonna happen.

After cleaning me she gave me just the best blow job I’ve ever had. Long, slow, a little bit of deep throat and of course on completion she swallowed the lot. She sat back on her haunches “Is my master pleased with his slut”

“Your not a slut darling you are my woman.”

“Oh, I am a slut, Bryn. But just for you, you can have me any way you want. I only want one thing from you.”

“I’m not sticking that dirty filthy red hot branding iron on your skin, not on your arse and certainly not on your tit. You are not even allowed to get a tattoo on my boobs. I love your tits, Vanda, I love them just the way they are. If I can figure out a way of doing it on your arse without the risk of killing you with the infection to the wound I’ll think about it. That’s it. No more girl. Understand.

“Yes, master.”

I was going to have to think about something. She wanted it to happen.

The answer was obvious really, “Google that shite” as the kids say.

Today my poor Vanda was in for the long haul. I’d ordered both of them into our playroom. Vanda knew it from the moment I started this particular game. I try to manage the vast majority of our sex games to look as though she is just there for my convenience. I’m sure I could get away with that if I had wanted to but in these last few weeks, I had become hers every bit as much as she was mine. I was even toying with the idea of getting myself a tattoo. Not exactly entwined names over a heart. More my cock in her mouth.

Tiny had snap link cuffs on her restraints I just needed to deal with her quickly immobilising her was just a way of ensuring she started filling the Latex knickers a bit quicker. The concept of tease and denial was lost on Tiny.

Vanda had now agreed we were a threesome. If we played Tiny had to be included. However, if the two of us went to bed it was just the two of us. Tiny was happy enough about this, he stopped coming into our bedroom unless he thought he needed to wake us up for something like a parcel delivery. If the poor little fucker had a nightmare, not by any means an uncommon occurrence. He always used “there’s a parcel as an excuse”. It was easy to see if he had just woken or if he was still fretting. If he was fretting we let him get in bed with us. It’s like having a 30-year-old child.

Vanda was different I could make her scream for some cock with just a bit of teasing. But I never let it be that easy for her. When I was messing around in the dungeon that morning I found a female chastity belt. Lovely workmanship, it had to be from the guy in Cambridgeshire.

Earlier that week I had also found more rope. Good oiled stuff. Dyed black and red and some left natural. Miles of the stuff, these were in 25-meter hanks. Far too long for a novice like me to work with so I cut each one down to two, ten and a five-meter length and whipped the ends against fraying on a day when Vanda went out to meet Sue and another couple of girls from the rugby club days.

Rosa was one of the girls, another mate of mine called Kevin was seeing her now. She had a bad time in a poor marriage to a guy who ran off with a personal trainer. A male personal trainer. I’ve no problem with gay guys, I’ve fucked one or two but I have a problem with anyone who is a bully. This guy was a cunt, he nearly bullied poor Rosa into a nut house. Kev is a top bloke. I told Vanda to give rose a squeeze from me. Kev and Rosa are made for each other. They were also meeting a girl called Julie Vardy. Married to the guy who was possibly my second-best mate ever Paul. The Vardys were top people.

With a bit of luck, this could turn into a rerun of the reunion I had missed because I had disappeared up my own arshole after the drunk killed my wife and kids. I’m not going back there though. My mission in life now is to give this perfect slut I’ve got my hands full with now, as much cock as she can manage.

There is a very nice erotic engraving on the front of the chastity belt. It’s on the front shield, a very sexy-looking woman’s mouth, just about to take the glands of a big cock. Her little pointed tongue extended to lick a hanging tear-drop of pre-come. Vanda could form her tongue like that. It made me very horny just looking at it.

That was now hidden under the playroom bed. Jesus I’d love to take her to a meeting of like-minded pervs with her wearing that. That’s of course If it still fits her well enough to work. She had admitted to me, she had put a little bit of weight on just before the conspiracy.

That’s what I had christened the great boiler brake-down scam that Vanda and Sue had put together. Sue had said to me yesterday on the phone her scheming had exceeded her wildest dreams. She didn’t call it scheming, she said I’m just getting two of my best friends together. I’m fairly sure Sue was the prime instigator Vanda’s confidence was shot when I first got here.

The next day we had set aside for pay, the whole day! I had spent some time roping her into a fully open position. I made a rope tit harness. Once you know a little bit about Shibari you look like an expert. I loved to tie her puppies up, once I had rope biting into them and they were bulging around it I held her arms behind her back, just by holding her thumbs in one hand.

Then I spank her bulging titty flesh with a light paddle until they are a nice rosy pink. When I get them to a colour I am happy with I finished tying her, it’s easy to get satisfying oohs and ahhs out of a girl applying a light paddle to her tits. One or two on the nipples will get little yips and a crocodile tear or two.

These tears are of no consequence and must never be mistaken for the real thing. They are easy to spot they hold their heads high and the tears roll down their cheeks. Their mothers teach them how to perfect this when they are young. Hold her chin in one hand, the other hand at the back of her head and lick the tears away. Make appreciative noises and ask for more. Just one word of warning, don’t smudge her makeup. If you’re still hoping to bed it tonight.

She will have forgotten everything mum told her if you have upset her enough for real tears. She will tilt her head forward and they will run down her nose and mix with snot. Do not lick these away. You have probably fucked up any chance you had of a shag by now anyway.

Tiny gleefully helps me with this. I give him the paddle and tell him if the beautiful colour I have worked into Vanda’s titties fades, I will turn his arse the colour of his scarlet latex knickers. Now I had introduced her to the teasing side of the tease and denial game she got as much out of helping me with Vanda as I do. Today Vanda was already begging me to give her some cock. Poor girl didn’t realise I planned to work her into a real stew then if it still fits, lock the slut in her belt and slow cook for a week or so.

I continued with the rope and put her into the bunny ear position. This lifts her elbows above her neck and uses a similar tie to a frog tie on her arms with her hands behind her neck. I’m not the world’s best at shibari so I get a bit of variation in my ties but this time I hit gold.

As her hands sat behind the nape of her neck her hands were side by side, not overlapping. Thinking back it must have been because I had Tiny holding her thumbs for me. I took one of the boot laces and block lashed her thumbs together.

Everyone I’ve ever tied up loves having thumbs and big toes tied together. It gives a real sense of helplessness.

I then tied both her legs back on themselves both in the classic single-leg frog tie, using the other boot lace I box lashed her big toes. Tiny was already having a whale of a time. With Vanda unable to swat Tiny’s hands away he was pinching her nipples and clit and tugging on her tit rings. I reached under the bed and pulled out a big black ballgag. That was soon buckled tight back in a position where the straps pulled her lips onto the ball silencing her as much as a ball gag will ever do.

When I had her toes tied and she couldn’t kick at all tiny was in, sucking on her teats. They were supposed to be mine but the little bugger got in for a suckle every chance he got. I gave her fanny a tentative feel and she was dripping.

I envied tiny his little hands, when I tried to fist Vanda I’m pretty sure she didn’t realise what I was up to. I got three of my sausage fingers in her twat and realised it was never going to happen. But now I had an assistant with delicate little hands.

Under my close supervision, she put a couple of fingers in Vanda’s puss. Then three, then four, she slid her hand in so her thumb was touching Vanda’s clit. I indicated she make a fist as she did she pushed her hand home.

“Fist your mistress Tiny,” I said, “but don’t you dare let her cum or it’s blistered bum time for you. Do it very slowly sugar”.

Vanda was mewing into the gag nicely. I love the sound a tightly gaged woman makes when they are pretending they don’t want this to happen.

If they ain’t making any sound you are scaring them. Stop now, you are a complete twat and really need to give up sex and take up train spotting as you may accidentally breed and make the same mistake your father made.

If they really are trying to scream again your probably missing out on a fulfilling hobby standing on a train station platform with a flask of tea and some nice corn beef sandwiches.

I let tiny carry on for five minutes. I wanted to get this moving though, so the only way to get Tiny’s mind off sex is food.

“Come on tiny. I’m gonna take you for a Big Mac and a shake. At that point Vanda made a real I don’t want this to happen noise but I knew better so I ignored her. Do you want a pink one or a banana milkshake honey? Before we left I produced my penultimate surprise for Vanda. A genuine Hitachi rechargeable magic wand. I bought it off eBay for a very good price with free next-day delivery.

Making a rope harness for one is easy and looks a dam sight sexier on a big girl like my Vanda than any tacky plastic thing. I lubed her fanny and lubed the head both with water-based lube. So I put plenty on. I finished the harness with a carefully tied overhand loop.

The loop I passed over the wand’s head and pulled it up tight behind her. Pulling it into her twat. I peeled her flower open so it nestled inside her inner labia. I pushed the twin ends of the rope into the back of her tit harness. Looped over and crossed the ends behind her. Pulled them around the front and tied them to the front of her harness.

Vanda has a gorgeous cunt, tight lips and a pretty little hood hiding her little clit. I tell her it looks like a builder’s bucket, but it doesn’t, I love eating it. She has had permanent hair removal and I intend to take her to Cambridgeshire to get a corset piercing. Four 2.5mm gold rings each side and a ninth in her pretty little clit hood. All laced together with a gold chain and an ornamental gold padlock over her clit hood.

It was perfect. The knot sat just behind her chocolate starfish. There was a bit of slack but that was the plan. I lubed up her big but plug. This had a “T” bar handle after a bit of a struggle, the silly girl tried to withstand, she had figured I wasn’t gonna let her cum. She didn’t know it was gonna be for a week at least.

Inevitably the plug slipped home. I heard her call me a bastard behind the gag. Oh, you don’t know the half of it yet slut. She looked a little afraid. I’m not gonna hurt you, you should know that, I’m gonna drive you mad with lust you dirty horny big-titted slut and then I’m gonna have the time of my life with you. Just remember, you are here for me to fuck if I want to.

I managed to get the knot in the rope over the butt plug then using a twelve-inch length of dowell I inserted it between the twin ropes as it ran up from her brownie. As I twisted it to make a Spanish windlass it tightened, and it pulled the butt plug deeper into her arse. Not much but I bet it felt like an extra foot deeper if you were on the receiving end.

It also pulled the head of the wand tight into her twat. I switched the wand on to slow vibration but the maximum movement. On her mains wand the same setting drives her nuts but does not run fast enough to get her off.

I reached under the bed and pulled out the belt. I hung it just in front of her eyes. Why didn’t you tell me about this? The look in her eyes nearly melted my resolve. I pointed at the engraving. Twenty-Five before I fuck you again and only then I may let you cum!”

I’ll teach you to keep fucking secrets from me you fucking slut. Master means exactly that, you are mine, you belong to me you really don’t need to give me an excuse to take you downstairs to the whipping post do you, DO YOU? The poor girl shook her head. She was trying to repeat sorry master, sorry Master.

You lie to me again and I take you downstairs and cane your fucking tits. Her eyes were wide as saucers. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She didn’t have too much to worry about, I didn’t believe it either.

Don’t go thinking about secret keys either. I’ve got a brand new lock for it. I hung the keys on the belt. Get a good look slut. You ain’t going to see too much of them in future, you ain’t going to see or feel your own minge for a month.

You bought it, your in that for life Vanda. I’m keeping control of your slutty puss. I’ve another surprise for you as well I’ve found a lady tattoo artist. She is going to put that image on your arse. But just to completely make my day for me she is also a licensed and highly recommended striker. So along with my name, it’s going to be branded. “Master Bryn Taylor’s cock slut” sounds good to me.

I’m taking Tiny out for his dinner. I wasn’t, Sue was taking him out. I was going to sit in the lounge watching my beautiful woman struggle against my rope work and trying to will the wand to speed up.

Then, in half an hour or so I was going to lock that juicy Twat away for at least a week and Vanda was going to give me a blow job. As good as the one she gave me this morning.

We went to bed just after Sue came back with Tiny. Tiny wanted a look, she was a bit miffed, and she wanted to kiss pussy again. We will have to see about that sugar. I’m taking Vanda to bed now. You don’t have to go to your room yet but try not to disturb us, sweetie.

As we lay in bed together Vanda snuggled into me. I’m glad you found it, are you going to keep me locked up?

Yes, darling. This is going to be a twenty-four-hour, seven-days-a-week thing.

I’ve never had it on at all before you know.

Not even to try.

No not even to try. It frightened me at first, The funny thing is it feels right now.

Am I going to be branded tomorrow with your mark?

Yes, you are, there is only one thing that could stop it.

Vanda turned to look at me “what’s that then”

“if you ask me not to.”

It’s happening then.

Bryn, do you know you can still use my bum while I’m wearing this?