The Gangbang Aphrodisiac: Sara’s Surrender, Chapter 13

Threesome

I called a halt when we reached the place where I wanted to set up camp. It was a flat, open space with a great view, good access to water, and a clearing where we could set up our tent.Or tents, depending on whether Tammi decided to stick around.I turned to her and said, “Tammi, we’re going to camp here tonight. You’re welcome to join us…as long as you don’t interfere with our activities, or do anything with Sara without my permission.”Tammi smiled, “Scout’s honor, boss man. But if I’m a good little girl, can I join in all the reindeer games? Or at least some of them?”I looked at her. “Will you accept me as being in charge? Of having the final say?”Tammi nodded. “Sure. There can only be one boss – and you’re it. I already told you I’d had masters and mistresses before. I’m a natural sub – although only for the right Dom or Domina.”“Okay, then. We’d be glad to have you. We’re going to set up our tent here. There might be some…noise…overnight, in case you wanted to move somewhere quieter.”Her grin widened. “That kind of noise doesn’t bother me. Especially if I can join in some of the time. If it’s okay with you, I’ll pitch right here.”And so we went about setting up camp. Sara looked jittery, and I was pretty sure I knew why. “Sara, let’s get that butt plug out of you. It will make it easier for you to set up camp, and sit down. Come here and bend over.”I extracted the butt plug, washed it, dried it, then stowed it in my pack, then patted her and told her to set up the tent and the bedrolls. I was deliberately putting the kid in the candy shop to see if she’d try to swipe some.Meanwhile, I noisily laid the fire, started setting up the cooking things, drawing water from the spring for purification, and generally getting supper ready. I also asked Tammi if she wanted to join us in our supper, to which she happily agreed, and contributed some very nice soup mix with dessicated vegetables, plus some candy for dessert. Clearly, she was an experienced hiker who knew that candy was always welcome at the end of a long, hard day.While I was doing all this, I was also keeping half an ear cocked towards the tent – and eventually heard what I expected. I walked quietly over towards the tent, then gently lifted the fly to look in, and saw Sara with her back to the entry, hands moving busily between her legs.“Sara,” I said.She jumped, whirled around, fell over forward onto her side, then pushed herself up, blushing.“Master…uh, I…”I interrupted. “You were playing with yourself. Weren’t you?”Her face went red, she bit her lip and nodded.“And did you intend to make yourself cum?”Failing to meet my eyes, she nodded again.“I see. Come out here, please.”She slowly slid forward to the entrance to the tent, turned, put on her camp flip-flops, and hauled herself out and upright. She stood there, wearing only her t-shirt, looking at the ground. I almost laughed. I half expected almanbahis her to drag her toe back and forth in front of her, like a naughty school girl. Which, in a sense, she was.Tammi noticed that something was up. She stopped setting up her tent but didn’t interfere. She just stood there, quietly, watching, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips as if she had seen this movie before.I stood still, just looking at her, waiting. I knew – as she almost certainly didn’t – that silence is harder to endure than shouting.When she couldn’t take it anymore, Sara said, “Master…I’m…I’m so sorry, but…I…I was desperate to cum, really desperate, and I thought that if I…” Then she trailed off. “You thought I would never know.”Glumly she nodded. “Do you still think so?”She glanced up at me quickly under her lashes, then shook her head.“Out loud, please.”“I…I know you will know if I…do it.”“Do what, Sara?”She hesitated. “Um, play with…myself.” If possible, she blushed even more and looked away to the side.“What’s the correct word for ‘playing with yourself’?”She hesitated, glanced at me again, then swallowed hard. “M…masturbation…”“And do good girls masturbate, Sara?”She shook her head.“Out loud, please.”“No.”“No what, Sara?”“Good girls don’t masturbate.”“And what were you doing?”“I…I was…um, masturbating…” Her voice trailed off.“Louder please.”“I was masturbating!”“Yes, you were. So, are you a good girl, Sara?”She shook her head, then realized and said, “No I’m not a good girl.”“Which makes you…”“I’m a bad girl.”“And what happens to bad girls?”She swallowed hard again. “They…they get…punished?”“Is that a question?”She shook her head, “They get punished!”“And should you be punished, Sara?”“Yes.”“Yes, what?”“Yes, I should be punished, Master.”“Ask for it.”“Please, Master, punish me for being a bad girl.”“And what am I punishing you for?”“Please, Master, punish me for masturbating…without your permission.”I nodded. “Very good. After supper. Now, finish getting the tent ready, then come out and sit by the fire.”~~~~~I would have liked to have disciplined Sara immediately, but it was more important that she got some food in her stomach after the day’s exertions. Hence, we cooked and ate supper, and were sitting around the fire, relaxing. Or at least, Tammi and I were relaxing. Sara was jittery, knowing that something was going to happen to her, but not knowing what. I had taken the opportunity to have a quiet conversation with Tammi separately about her possible participation – and she was on board.Meanwhile, I had kept the vibrator going at a low setting in Sara’s cunt all the time, so I knew she was on a slow simmer. Now I kicked the vibration level up a couple of notches, and saw her jump, then glance at me before looking away.I waited until I could see that she was having a hard time sitting still, that her hips were wriggling and arching, and that her face was almanbahis yeni giriş flushed. She was undoubtedly very wet, and once again desperate to cum.So, it was time.“Sara, stand up, please.”She slowly stood up, pulling the hem of her T-shirt down. “And take off the T-shirt.”She looked at Tammi, then swallowed hard, and slowly removed it. I reached up and took it from her. She put her hands over her pubis.“Hands at your sides, please.”She straightened up, and, blushing, uncovered her shaved pussy, obviously uncomfortable at being exposed to a stranger. She kept looking down, away from Tammi’s eyes.“Now, what was it you asked me to do before supper?”She blushed even harder, and almost whispered, “Please, Master, punish me for mas…”“Louder, please, I can’t hear you.”She swallowed again, and said, “Please Master, punish me for m…masturbating without your permission!”“Oh, that’s right. You want me to punish you, don’t you?”She glumly nodded. “Please.”I stood up, and said, “Come over here, please,” and walked to a nearby tree, then took the silicone handcuffs I had purchased three days ago out of my pocket. I took her hands and fitted them into the cuffs in front of her, then took a short length of rope out of my pocket, tied it around the cuffs, tossed it over a low-hanging tree branch, pulled her hands up over her head, then tied the line off. Her arms were slack, but securely fastened above her.“Cross your legs now, and bend your knees slightly.”She looked at me, then crossed her legs, left knee over right, her left toes touching the ground but foot slightly off it. I took another piece of line and tied it to her left ankle, then ran the line around the back of the tree, then around her right ankle. Now her legs were closed tight – which meant her legs were squeezed tight together, and the vibrations from the egg inside her cunt were massaging her entire pussy, inside and out. I didn’t tie the ankles that tightly as I didn’t want to cut off her circulation.Next, I reached into my pocket and took out the egg controller, and started it on an oscillating pattern of vibration, fast, then slow, then fast again. I kept the speed and rate of oscillation low for now.I lifted her chin, forcing her to look me in the eye, and gave her an order, backed up by post-hypnotic suggestion.“You will not cum, no matter how much you want or need to. Understand?”She gulped, “Yes, Master. I will not cum, no matter how much I want or need to.”I backed off, then signaled to Tammi. She stood, and stripped off her clothes, folding them neatly, and placing them on the rock she had been sitting upon. When she was naked, she sauntered towards us, grinning.I looked at her appreciatively. She wasn’t quite ripped – there was enough subcutaneous fat to soften her curves – but she was slender and well-muscled, as you would expect of a dedicated hiker. She walked up to me, put almanbahis giriş her arms around my neck, then turned her face up for a kiss.I smiled, then leaned down and kissed her – and found, happily, that she immediately opened her lips to me. Her tongue slowly explored mine, then the inside of my mouth, before withdrawing, and inviting my tongue into her. I was happy to oblige, and very much enjoyed her hot, wet, welcoming mouth. It portended well for exploring the rest of her.She drew back and broke the kiss, then said, loudly enough that Sara could hear, “Did I hear right that you have nipple clamps?”“I do.”“It’s been a while, and I surely love the feel of them. Would you like to fasten them on my tits?”I glanced at Sara. Her eyes were wide, and her breathing was shallow. But most of all, her expression was shock.“Certainly. Wait here a moment.”I broke from her embrace and walked towards my backpack.She turned towards Sara and smiled, then spread her legs wide, and ostentatiously started playing with her clit, then closed her eyes and moaned.I retrieved the nipple clamps and straightened up, but stood watching Tammi and Sara. Tammi was clearly getting excited, but I could also see that she was deliberately provoking Sara by doing what Sara could not – masturbating.After a bit, I walked back to the pair, and said, “Tits towards me, please.”Tammi opened her eyes, smiled up at me with those green eyes of hers, and did a slight backbend to push her tits forward, dropping her hands to her sides. I gently attached the clamps, one at a time, and when they were in place, told her, “Now, I’ve put them on just hard enough that they don’t fall off. Why don’t you tighten them as you like them?”Tammi smiled back and me, and, one at a time, carefully turned the screws almost three-quarters of a turn each. When she was done, she took a deep breath and shivered.I smiled back, then reached up and, keeping my eyes locked to hers, tightened the left one another quarter turn. When she closed her eyes but made no objection, I tightened the right one about the same.“How’s that?” I asked.She shivered again. “Uh…” and swallowed. “Lovely. I’d forgotten how exciting a Master’s touch could be.” And she flowed back into my arms, rubbing her clamped nipples against my shirt.I pulled her tight to me and kissed her hard, then replied. “And I enjoy a sub who knows what she wants…,” then turned towards Sara, “as well as one who is willing to learn.”Sara opened her mouth as if to say something, then stopped, clearly unsure what to say, then closed it. I also noticed that sweat was starting to bead on her forehead and upper lip, and she kept trying to shift her weight from side to side, hampered by having her legs crossed and clamped together.I smiled. “Turn around and bend over, Tammi.”She eagerly complied, putting her hands on her knees, and turning her head to look back towards me over her shoulder, a big smile on her face. Her clamped nipples were pulled downwards by the weight of the clamps, and they were starting to turn purple.I moved in close and turned her slightly so Sara could see what I was doing.

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