The next thing I remember, there was frosted light leaking around the window curtains and the wind was still singing its shivering song. Judy must have awoken about the same time because she began to snuggle against me, rubbing a bare breast along my side. I began to return her strokes and soon we were once more sweating together in hard, loving exercise. I think it was probably an hour before we got out of bed and headed for the shower.

After we dried, we went back to the bedroom and I pulled aside the curtain. It was still overcast and either snowing slightly or maybe just blowing around. Either way, there was at least fifteen inches of snow, choking the road, drifting around the house and trees. And the wind was still blowing at least fifteen knots. I looked at the clock and saw, to my surprise, it was already past eleven.

I let the curtain drop.

"They won't be getting around to plowing dead-end roads like this until late today or maybe even tomorrow, but we don't need to go anywhere, do we?"

"Just what did you have in mind for today then, Lover?" Judy asked.

"You still need to ask?" I responded.

"I meant the particulars," Judy said. "I, for one, right now, I'm pretty hungry. Why don't you build up the fire again and we can eat in here?"

"I'll second that," I said.

Judy started towards the closet where I knew she had a robe hung.

"Hold it a second," I said.

She stopped and turned back towards me.

"Let's do like I said yesterday and stay naked all day. Maybe all weekend."

Her face lit up like a bulb.

"I'd like that, I think. Leering at your body is always fun. Let's see how we like cooking and eating in the nude. Or have you tried this before?"

"Nope, but it does sound like fun. Also gives me easier access." I leered back at her.

"If that means you are planning on ravishing me, I'm all for it," she answered.

With our arms around each other, we headed to the kitchen where I made omelets while Judy heated us some hot tea and made toast. We carried the plates and mugs back to the bedroom where this time we sat at a small table near the fireplace and we found we did like doing these things nude also. (Besides looking, I also liked being able to run my hand up and down her bare thighs while we ate.)

When we had finished eating we moved the table back out of the way and I added wood to the fire. Since I use the fireplace quite a bit, I built a large woodbox and keep it filled. There was easily enough so we could have a fire all day and night without having to go into the garage for more wood. When I had the fire ready again, I turned to Judy and asked, "Ready to go back to our little games?"

"That would be nice," she mused. "So tie me down and make me your slave."

I hadn't expected her to ask to be tied down, but I certainly wasn't going to object. I arranged Judy on the leather longue again, put on her cuffs, and attached them to the longue frame. I teased her for a little while, getting her hot and bothered. And stopped after a few minutes as she gets more and more excited.

"What are you stopping for?" Judy asked. "This is incredibly hot. I don't think I've ever been wetter."

Then she looked pointedly at my erect cock.

"And it appears this is turning you on, too, isn't it?"

I let my fingers brush lightly across both of her hard nipples. She arched her back and pulled against her bonds as she sucked in her breath. Then I let a finger trail down across her bare stomach and pubes and slip inside her soaking slit.

"Oh, it's making me hot, all right. And while you may be wet, this is making me a little thirsty."

Judy ran her tongue across her lips and her voice took on a low, sultry tone.

"So you're thirsty and I'm wet. Maybe we can work something out."

It wasn't what I was expecting, but the idea drove me to an even more rigid state. I twisted around and let my tongue follow the path explored by my finger: around her nipples, down her stomach and pubes, and in between her swollen pussy lips.

Judy groaned again and I began to swirl my tongue over and around her erect clit, now and then letting it penetrate her as deeply as it could reach. For several minutes, I ate the restrained beauty, my own need growing while Judy strained through two separate climaxes.

As she began to recover from her second orgasm, I exerted a restraint I wasn't sure I possessed and pulled away. Judy moaned at my withdrawal.

"Don't quit now, Paul. I need you," she begged.

Breathing hard, I answered, "I'm not quitting. I just want to take you downstairs where I can tease you a little more first. Wouldn't you like another hour or so of sweet torture?"

Judy was bringing herself somewhat under control.

"All right. I don't know how much more I can stand, but take me to the dungeon. But you've got to promise to do more than tease. I need to be really fucked, Lover."

At those words, I almost acquiesced to her request right then, but I was just able to restrain myself.

"Better stop in the bathroom first. Soon, you may be unable to for some time," I warned her as I released her.

Judy headed for the bathroom, stretching and loosening her strained muscles on the way. What Judy and I had been referring to was a small playroom I had built in the basement. As I've said, I've long been a fan or erotic bondage, and had found a few girls - but not nearly enough - with whom to play before I met Judy.

Since the two of us had started our games, I had enlarged and added to the playroom. Now I had several pieces of "furniture" including a large padded X-frame, sawhorse, table, and a home-built punishment bench. I had a couple of riding crops, several paddles, and three different cats-of-nine tails hanging on the wall.

There were also a number of restraint cuffs, ropes, chains, and a few other devices. Over the last couple of months, Judy and I had spent quite a few hours playing with these toys.

When she returned from the bathroom, I led her down the stairs to the basement. We entered the playroom, which had a deep, soft carpet covering the floor, and I immediately reached for a pair of large sturdy and padded wrist cuffs.

As I began to fasten these snugly around Judy's wrists, she realized that I probably had some form of suspension in mind. These cuffs spread the strain and allowed the victim to even be completely hung by the wrists for some time without undue pain or even having his or her circulation cut off. However, this time I didn't have in mind hanging her up like that.

First, though, I had something else I wanted to try out.

"I got a new toy this week and I think this might be a good time to try it out, don't you?"

Judy looked interested.

"Just what sort of toy?" she asked.

I went over to a drawer and removed the item from its box.

"This," I said as I held it up in front of her.

The device consisted of five spheres, ranging in size from three-quarters of an inch to about an inch and a quarter in diameter. They were connected, about an inch and a half apart, along a thick cord.

Judy looked at them.

"Anal beads? What's new about them?" she asked in disbelief.

We had played with anal beads before and both of us enjoyed the feel of them. But these were a little different.

"Oh, they have a couple of unique things about them," I said. "Just wait and see. Now, on your knees, Wench."

Still looking a little uncertain, Judy knelt and put her head down on the carpet, leaving her unbelievably attractive ass sticking up in the air. I dipped my finger into a small jar of lubricant and began to work it into her anus.

Judy was still very aroused (As was I!) and pushed her bottom back against my hand as I penetrated her anus with my finger, moving it in and out and twisting it back and forth. I spent a couple of minutes, slicking - and playing with - her rear opening and then began to insert the balls, beginning with the smallest.

As each sphere forced her anus to strain open and then pop closed again as it slipped inside, Judy let out a mall gasp. By the time I reached the largest, it was taking a fair amount of force and not a little discomfort to complete the intrusion, but Judy didn't complain, only giving out small gasps and groans as I worked the spheres inside her tight muscle ring.

At last all five beads were well embedded in her rear passage and I led her over to the X-frame. This is a large X-shaped cross, made from two by sixes and well-padded with smooth imitation leather. It was mounted so it was tilted back at about a twenty-degree angle from the vertical and had several sturdy straps and fastening points to bind the victim.

I attached her wrists to strong rings on the upper crosses leaving her with her arms raised well above her head, leaning back, facing outwards from the frame. I bound a wide, soft leather belt around her waist at the cross of the X and then began playing with her nipples.

For a full five minutes or more I let my fingers just brush her already hard nubs, eliciting moans, cries and much straining against her bonds. Then I began to pinch and roll her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Judy moaned even more, but when I suddenly stopped she seemed even more frustrated. But not for long. I immediately picked up a clamp and let it close over her left nipple.

Judy gave a sharp cry and tried to shake the offending clamp off without any success. These clamps were metal, but not serrated, although they did have fairly strong springs. I made sure it wasn't hurting her too much and then added the matching clamp to her right nipple.

For several more minutes, I tugged and twisted the clamps, and, as I expected, Judy became even more aroused and wet.

At last, I added a couple of small weights to the clamps and then began to slide my hands along her legs. I'm sure Judy expected me to bind her legs apart to the bottom half of the X, but probably not the way I actually did.

I added leather cuffs to her ankles and then, taking her left ankle in my hand, bent her knee so that her heel touched the back of her thigh, where I fastened it with a leather strap.

I repeated the process with her right leg, leaving her supported mostly by her wrists and somewhat by the leather waist belt. Now I spread her knees and bound each leg to the lower half of the X, opening her wide.

I knelt before her and began to eat her again and soon had brought her to three more orgasms. I could see the strain on her as she hung there, sweat showing on her lovely body, her breasts and pussy both swollen and engorged with blood. But she never made any attempt to stop me. Judy was enjoying this as much as I did.

I went back to the drawer and returned with a small black plastic box.

"Now you get to see what is special about the beads," I said as I held the box up for Judy to see.

It had a wall transformer attached to it by a long cord and on the face were five push buttons and a four-position switch. I plugged the transformer into the wall and then took the end of the anal bead cord, which was actually an electrical cable, and plugged it into the box.

"The controller has three modes of operation," I began. "First is the manual setting."

I rotated the switch from OFF to this position.

"In this mode," I continued in my best professorial tone, "I can use any one or a combination of the push buttons."

I demonstrated by pressing one. Judy suddenly strained against her bonds and tried to jerk free. I continued with the other buttons. The way this device was constructed, each of the beads contained a vibrator and each operated at a different frequency, giving an entirely different feel to each one. For several minutes I continued to play, never letting Judy guess which, or how many, of the beads would be activated or for how long.

"Now the second mode," I continued, "is called 'random'. When I place the switch in this position, the box will activate from one to five beads at random intervals and for random lengths of time. That will leave me free to do other things."

I set the box down and moved back in front of Judy's open pussy lips. For the next twenty minutes, while the box and beads delivered stimulation at unexpected intervals, I licked and sucked, I tugged and twisted her nipple clamps, I used a thick dildo.

Twice I stopped and applied a cat with soft twelve-inch tails to her stomach, breasts, the inside of her thighs, and even to her pussy itself. Then I took a vibrator with a top consisting of a one-inch rubber sphere covered with short, flexible protrusions and applied it directly to her swollen clit.

Judy had been having a stream of climaxes, one after another. Her moans and cries were almost non-stop and the vibrating ball applied to her clit started her into another series of three nearly continuous orgasms. As she reached her third, I smiled.

"Now we'll try the third mode: Continuous!"

And I switched the box to the final position. All five beads began to vibrate even harder than before and Judy cried out as she started to come still another time.

This time, I stood in front of her and moved close so I could push my hard cock into her, and in a single stroke was pounding hard against her as I held onto the upper part of the frame. Judy screamed and began to come again, even harder than any of her previous times.

Not too surprisingly, I didn't last very long and was soon pumping what seemed a pint of my fluids into her. As I started to come I grasped the end of the anal bead cord and pulled, forcing the first bead out of her clasping rear. Judy screamed again and came again, even as I tugged out the remaining four beads and drove my own hard member fully into her.

At last, I let myself slip out and reached down to shut off the box. Then I released her ankles and began to loosen her from the frame. As I unclipped her wrists, Judy nearly collapsed but I caught her before she could fall.

I picked her up and carried her over to a bed - really, just a mattress - that is on the floor in one corner of the room. She was nearly limp as I lay her on the soft sheets and as I lay down beside her and pulled a sheet up over us, I think she was already asleep. I don't think I lasted more than thirty seconds myself.

When I opened my eyes again, Judy was still asleep, but beginning to stir slightly. I kissed her and she slowly opened her eyes. Then she kissed me back.

"That was incredible," she said.

I agreed but didn't have a chance to comment as she pulled me down in a tight embrace. Before the end of that kiss, I was once again rigid and when I let my hand stroke her pussy, I found Judy wet again herself.

We spent another twenty minutes making love. This wasn't hot, hard sex like the encounter on the X-frame, but just as passionate in its own way. Finally, we reached our climax and lay back, our breath returning to normal.

"You know, Paul, this is a pretty good way to spend a weekend," Judy said.

We both laughed at that.

"Well, you did say you wanted to be fucked. Was that good enough, Wench?"

Then before she could answer, I quickly added, "I'm sorry. I mean, 'Was that good enough, Professor Wench?'"

Judy smiled at me.

"It was definitely good enough, but not nearly sufficient ... Professor Stud."

We both broke up laughing.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm beginning to feel hungry. If that wasn't sufficient, maybe we'd better get something to eat, to, you know, build up our strength."

Still laughing, with our arms around each other, we headed back upstairs and were surprised to discover that it was nearly four. We must have slept for three hours or so.

"I'll see what we can microwave, " Judy said. "Why don't you go back into the bedroom and build up the fire again? Then after we eat you can play with me some more."

I gave her a little slap on the ass.

"OK, I'll get the fire going and come back and help you carry stuff in."

When I came back in about ten minutes I found that Judy had discovered an Italian entree in the freezer and now had it cooking in the microwave. She had also opened a bag of salad from the refrigerator and a package of breadsticks.

"Aren't convenience foods nice?" she asked, handing me a tray with dishes, napkins, and the salads. "Since we seem to have skipped lunch I thought we might have a real meal and still everything either gets thrown away or shoved into the dishwasher."

I looked at the meal and realized I was fairly hungry.

"I'm glad you decided on a meal. I guess we can call this supper and have a snack later if we're still hungry."

"Sure," she answered. "We can digest this and then we can have dessert afterward."

The leer on her face left no doubt about what she planned for dessert.

A few minutes later, we carried everything back into the bedroom. I set the tray down and then moved over beside Judy who had gone to the window and was standing there, holding the curtains back. I stopped beside her and wrapped my arm around her bare hip.

"Looks like it snowed again," I remarked as I looked out in the gathering dark.

The plows hadn't made it to my road yet, the wind was rising once more, and I realized I had no idea what was happening with the weather, the traffic, or anything else outside of the house. I also realized I didn't care.

Judy moved her arm so it fell on my own hip.

"Looks like it, Lover. Are you planning on going somewhere?"

"I'm not planning on going at all," I answered. "Just on coming."

Judy swatted my ass and then a giggle escaped her lips.

"Well, I guess that really makes two of us," she said.

"Oh, two of us are definitely going to get made," I teased back.

She let the curtain drop closed and then turned and put her arms around my neck. As she kissed me and pulled her breasts against my chest.

"Let's eat before the food gets too cold - or we get too hot - and then we can play some more," she whispered with a husky voice.

When we finished the food, I carried the tray back to the kitchen, dumping the garbage and putting the rest into the dishwasher. Judy was right. While I enjoy cooking and while Judy and I have spent several interesting evenings preparing semi-elaborate meals, this convenient form of cooking left a lot of additional time for more interesting activities.

When I returned to the bedroom, Judy had built up the fire and put on her wrist and ankle cuffs again. She was lying on the lounge and when I entered she moved her arms above her head and spread her legs, ready to be tied down.

"You really like being tied, don't you?" I asked.

Judy looked almost embarrassed.

"It seems to turn me on more. If you don't want to, just say so."

"I certainly wasn't complaining. I just don't want to get you too cramped or anything. I plan on taking you back downstairs again."

"Then let’s go now. I need it. Badly."

"Be careful what you wish for. I want to take you back downstairs and whip that tight little ass of yours."

"I might like that. As long as whipping it isn't all you do."

I grinned at her.

"Oh, I have several things planned. After all, there's no hurry. We can sleep late tomorrow. And the next day, for that matter."

We finished our drinks and with my arm around her waist, we started back down to our little dungeon.

We entered the room and I turned on some indirect lighting. I picked up a medium cat and as I turned back around, Judy wrapped her arms around my neck and began to explore the back of my mouth with her tongue.

I joined in the exploration and for the next two or three minutes we concentrated on seeing how hot a kiss could be. When we finally broke away, both of us a little breathless, I let the tails of the cat slowly drag across Judy's ass, up over her shoulder and down across her taut breasts and hard nipples. She sharply sucked in her breath.

"Just how hard do you feel like playing?" I asked.

Still breathing fast, she replied, "I'm horny as hell. I think maybe you should really work me over."

My own breath was coming quite rapidly.

"Yeah. We've still got two days before we have to go back to work. I can even mark you a little. Would you like that?" I asked.

As I have said, we are not really into severe pain or torture. Normally the most our whipping and spankings will do is leave the skin red for a few hours. But once in a while, we like to use the whips and straps hard enough to leave a few welts which might stick around for a couple of days.

We have to be really turned on to want this - especially Judy - but when we are it is an incredible stimulation to both of us. Even when I'm on the receiving end, I still find it so.

Now we were both already very aroused. Judy looked at the cat and licked her lips.

"Yes! Just don't damage me so much that I won't feel like playing tomorrow. But I don't think a few welts will be too much. I haven't been this hot in a long time."

Judy was still wearing wrist and ankle cuffs and now I led her over to our "horse." This device is designed to be used on a woman and Judy tells me it can be quite uncomfortable. But when she is aroused it intensifies the punishment many times over.

The horse consists of a triangle made from two two-by-sixes, about three feet long. The two boards are joined together at a right angle along their edges and mounted on supports at either end. This leaves the joined edge upwards, supported about three feet off the floor. The length of the joint is smoothed and somewhat rounded and the entire device is sanded and varnished.

When Judy saw where I was taking her, she realized she was going to be in for a severe session, and if anything her excitement seemed to grow. She knew what to do. She spread her legs slightly and straddled the beam, which I adjusted to a height slightly below her crotch.

Next, I clipped her wrists together and attached them to a chain hanging from the ceiling, raising her hands high over her head. This didn't strain her arms, but left little free play. Next, I took a three feet wood bar with snap clips attached at either end. I clipped one end to her right ankle cuff.

Then I stopped and let my hands glide over her breasts, rubbing my palms around and across her nipples.

"Ready?" I asked.

She didn't even try to reply, but just gave a quick nod of her head. I took her right ankle and bent her leg at the knee so that her ankle was nearly as high as the triangular beam. I placed the wood bar attached to that ankle across the triangular beam about a foot behind where she straddled it.

Then I took her left ankle and raised it, bending her other knee, until I could clip the other end of the bar to that ankle cuff. This left Judy contacting the triangular edge of the beam only with the most sensitive parts of her crotch. I spread her lips so the beam edge slipped between them. This ensured that she wasn't getting pinched and also that the beam edge would press directly against her sex.

She could lessen the pressure slightly in two ways: If she used her arms to pull against the overhead chain, some of the pressure could be eliminated. Also if she used her leg muscles to force the wood bar connecting her ankle cuffs against the beam, she could slightly raise herself.

The problem with either of these methods was that she couldn't keep it up for very long. As her muscles tired, her weight would slip back against the narrow edge and once more torture her sensitive pussy.

Just riding the horse was quite a punishment in itself. As the victim tired, she could hold herself for shorter and shorter times before slipping back and having her own weight bring pain to her most sensitive parts. But we usually did more than just let her ride.

Now I took the cat with eighteen-inch tails and gave an easy slap to her stomach. I followed this by a slightly harder one. Then I began to let them climb until the tails were stinging her taut breasts with each stroke. I moved around, sometimes striking her stomach, sometimes the firm globes of her ass, and sometimes the reddening flesh of her sensitive breasts and nipples.

Soon Judy was crying out at nearly every stroke. And each stroke made her jerk, rocking her pussy against the unyielding ridge of the horse. But I knew I wasn't going too far. Judy had her safewords and she gave no indication of wanting to use either of them. In fact, it was the contrary.

A couple of times she called comments like, "Come on, are you a wimp? You can whip me harder than that."

I took her advice and began to increase the strength of the blows and to vary the time between them so she couldn't guess where or even when the next lash would fall. I concentrated on her breasts and her ass. Soon both of these were nearly solid red and showing some darker red lines which I knew would still be there in the morning.

At last, it began to look like I was nearing the limit of what I wanted to do to her lovely breasts, even if she might want more. They would be sore and red for a while, but the skin wasn't broken and I was sure there would be no real bruises.

I moved around to lash her ass exclusively and here I could make the blows somewhat more severe. Still, no skin was broken, but she would show the welts for at least a day or two.

I kept the whipping up for some twenty minutes or so until I finally decided Judy had had enough of the horse. I gave her a final half dozen strokes, adding enough twist to make them really sting and being rewarded with a scream for each.

With the last one, Judy began to convulse in orgasm and I'm sure the extra rocking back and forth heightened the pressure of the rail edge, making her climax all the more intense.

At last, she hung forward against the restraint of the ceiling chain and I began to release her. When I finally unhooked her wrists, she practically fell into my arms and I held her close, my hand stroking her hot, red ass as her sore breasts pressed against my chest. In a few seconds, Judy roused somewhat.

"More, Paul, " she said. "Whip me some more and then fuck the daylights out of me."

How could I resist an invitation like that?

I moved her over to one of our punishment benches. This one consisted of a padded two-by-six rail supported on each end by an adjustable A-frame. I moved her so she was facing one end and anchored her ankles to the bottom of the A-frame.

Our benches are ones I custom-made and have some unique features. For example, when the victim is anchored, the shape of the frame and the tie points force her toes to turn inwards. This opens the buttocks and makes it impossible for her to clinch her ass cheeks together no matter how hard she tries. I say "she" but of course, the same holds true for me when Judy places me on the frame.

The height was adjusted so that when I bent Judy forward along the length of the rail her ass was raised slightly higher than her back. I used one of the wide, attached leather straps to cinch her waist tightly to the rail. The end of the rail was now pressing against her pubic bone and both of her openings were clearly on display and available.

Judy lay along the length of the rail, her full breasts hanging down along either side of its six-inch width. I'm sure she fully expected me to tie her wrist cuffs to the other end of the A-frame, for she stretched her arms in that position.

However, I had something different in mind. But even before binding her arms, I surprised her with something else. I took an eight-inch vibrating dildo, one covered with soft plastic spikes - well, slender, rounded protrusions - and touched her open pussy lips with the rounded end.

Judy was obviously aroused and when I pressed slightly a flood of liquid provided ample lubrication so I could slide the intruder in to its full depth in a single, slow thrust. I then used a special clamp to attach the end of the dildo to the frame so no matter how much Judy twisted or squeezed it would stay fixed inside her.

Now my second surprise. I moved around to the other end of the bench and reached down for her wrists. Instead of binding them to the sides of the A-frame, I brought them together out beyond where her head was resting against the padded rail. I clipped the two together and attached a light chain.

Then, using a small stool, I began to raise her bound wrists. Because her waist was anchored with the leather belt, this caused her to bend backward at the waist and I continued until she was tightly stretched in a backward arch. I then fastened the chain to a hook on the ceiling, leaving her spread and open, arched backward, and tightly stretched.

Judy, as I have said, has a magnificent body and stretched like this it looked unbelievably sexy. A slight sheen of sweat reflected points of the soft lighting and the curves of her strained muscles shone clearly.

The red lines on her tight ass only added to the effect. She was beginning to breathe a little faster again and as I walked around in front of her, I saw her lick her lips in what I can only describe as a hungry act. I held up a pair of clover clamps.

"Think you can handle these?" I asked.

Judy stared at the metal devices and once again licked her lips. I noticed that, even as a look of what might have been apprehension, touched her eyes, her nipples hardened even more in anticipation. After a few seconds, she nodded her head.

"Let's give it a try," she said in a short breath.

I squeezed one of the clamps open and used my other hand to brush back and forth across her right nipple. Then I moved the clamp and let the rubber-tipped jaws close. Judy sharply sucked in her breath, but made no other sound, even though I knew her tits must have been rather sore from the earlier whipping.

These clamps have rubber-covered jaws, but the rubber is not smooth, but rather a pattern of small, sharp peaks. These grip better than a smooth surface would, but also hurt a little more. I took the other clamp and moved around to repeat the process with her left nipple. This time she couldn't hold back a small moan.

Finally, I added a three-ounce lead weight to each clamp. Clover clamps tighten as more strain is placed on them, so this had the effect of both squeezing her nipples harder as well as stretching her breasts downwards.

"All right, Wench. Now we're going to spend a long, long time torturing your beautiful body."

I turned on the vibrator and took the cat I had used earlier to begin a slow, uneven flogging. With her body displayed like that, I could whip her almost anywhere. I concentrated on her tight ass, but I didn't spare her stomach, her thighs, her back, or even her tormented breasts. I struck at irregular intervals and in unexpected places.

The blows hurt. I watched as Judy jerked and strained at each, heard her moans, cries, and occasional screams, and saw the glimmer of sweat increase. But I also saw the increase in the drip of her fluids down her legs, the increase in her breathing. And before too long I saw her begin to convulse in climax.

Sometimes I would stop and tease her body, running my hands over her red rear, tugging slightly at the clamps, stroking and fingering her open asshole. Judy reacted favorably to all of this and I was having a difficult time preventing myself from ramming my raging hard-on into her. But I knew if I could prolong the session, the end result would be even better.

I kept her there, torturing her in a variety of ways, for a long time. I'm not sure, but I think it was over forty-five minutes - and a half dozen orgasms - before I decided she was reaching her limits.

I used the cat to deliver another dozen strokes and then put it down. I picked up a riding crop and held it where she could see it.

"I think maybe five with this and then you are going to be fucked like you've never been fucked before. Ready, Lover?"

Judy was breathing fast, but she nodded her head. I stepped back beside her well-presented bottom. She already had several small welts and most of the skin was a bright red, but as I brought the crop down in a sharp, horizontal stroke, a line immediately appeared and Judy let loose with a sharp scream.

I waited a couple of seconds to make sure she didn't want to safeword out, and then I delivered another stroke slightly above the first. This - and the next three - also brought a scream, but she also started to climax again.

After the fifth stroke, I threw down the crop and moved between her spread legs. My own seven-inch rod was sticking out more rigid than I could remember it and the muscles in Judy's bottom were rhythmically contracting so that I could see the vibrator twitch and her anus wink with each wave.

I dipped my fingers into a jar of lube and quickly coated my member and applied a generous amount to her rear opening. Then I flicked the vibrator to a higher setting and pushed the head of my cock against her waiting rectum.

As I slid inside, Judy's muscles practically sucked me in deeper and she gave out with a long scream as I plunged to the fullest possible depth. She began to come again immediately and I began to thrust in and out in hard, long strokes. In less than thirty seconds I was about to come.

Once, a long time ago, I read about a technique which sounded very interesting, if it was really possible. I decided to see if it was and after a lot of practice and a lot of Kegel exercises, I found it really worked. In this technique, just when he feels orgasm start, the man stops stimulation and contracts the PC muscles to halt ejaculation.

The result is much of the pleasure of orgasm, but after a few seconds, he can begin again. The whole sequence can be repeated over and over. This is as close as men can come to the multiple orgasms enjoyed by women.

Now I employed this. I began to thrust into Judy's incredible bottom again. The tight grip of her wonderful muscles clamped around my rod and produced incredibly intense sensations as I slid in and out.

I was able to keep repeating this for another fifteen minutes until I finally let go and shoved as hard against her as I could and sent what seemed to be a quart of my juices into her bowels. This set off Judy's hardest climax yet and both of our cries filled the dungeon.

As I felt myself shrink inside her and began to withdraw, Judy hung forward, clearly exhausted. I quickly released her arms, allowing her to straighten her back and rest against the rail as I removed the clamps and the remaining restraints. Removing the clamps brought renewed cries of pain but she still smiled at me.

"That was incredible! Don't count on repeating it right away, but maybe someday..."

She kissed me and I felt her wince as her sore nipples touched my chest.

"I think we'd better sleep some now," I said. "Just a quick shower first."

I helped her back upstairs and led a nearly sleeping Judy into the shower where I cleaned the two of us under a soft spray of warm water. I dried Judy, picked her up and carried her back into the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed. I turned off the lights and took a quick look out the window. The clouds had cleared and stars shone in the black sky above a world everywhere covered with a drifted white blanket.

I let the curtain drop, shutting out the frozen world, turned away from the window and climbed into bed where Judy was already asleep on her right side. Fitting myself spoon fashion behind her, I pulled up a light blanket and soon joined her in slumber.