BEThalia
Executioner
Chapter Two (part 3 of 3)
In the years since I first baby-sat for Jerry and Toni, I have had the opportunity to see Toni take her monthly ass whipping in Vicki’s upright and stretched position. And tied over the back of the couch. And tied over the coffee table. And tied bent over the end of the dining room table. And tied spread-eagle on the top of the dining room table.
Sometimes Toni will invite me to their home for a meal. I always give my regrets unless it’s going to be a cookout.
I’ve seen Toni get it tied over a bar stool. Jerry and Toni don't have a bar, so I guess they went out and bought a stool special. I have seen her take it tied between two trees in the woods, her limbs making an X. I have seen her get it tied to a tree with a very large trunk, her arms not able to come close to going around, tied with her front tight to the tree trunk like she was at a whipping post. They had apparently bought a multi-tailed flogger I had not seen previously for that one, and by the end her back was heavily covered with welts and abrasions.
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Sitting some months ago in the living room of the house I share with three other women. I opened a file I had gotten during a sitting job for the eight-month-old of one of the assistant librarians, Astia. She often helps me with locating research resources. She was around thirty, I guess, with wide hips, layered dark blonde hair, and an easy and confident way of moving.
The video opened on a hallway, the person holding the camera, presumably her husband or partner, walking down the hall, the view a little shaky. The camera turned and entered the bathroom where Astia knelt naked in the bathtub. The camera came to the tub and looked down so all I could see was little more than Astia’s face. I could not imagine what this might lead to. Then she opened her mouth wide, closed her eyes, and a stream of pee began to flow onto her face. The aim was not too steady at first, the pee splashing on her forehead to begin, moving to a cheek before finding her wide-open mouth. Her mouth began to fill, the pee running out when it was full, she forced to breathe through her nose.
Another file on that flash drive opened with her mate lying naked on the kitchen linoleum floor. His arms were tied tightly to his sides, his legs securely tied together at the knees, his hard cock pointing up from the top of his thighs.
Then Astia made her entrance wearing a waist-length nightie and nothing else. She knelt at his side and grasped his dick. She did nothing with it for a while except squeeze the shaft. She would occasionally flick her thumb over the head. Her mate finally began to sound little whimpers, and I saw his hips come into motion as he sought to move his cock through Astia’s fist, create friction.
Astia moved with him, keeping her fist stationary relative to his dick. Finally, after many minutes of this, Astia released his cock. She straddled his hips, standing. I thought she would begin to lower herself to take his cock in her vagina. Then a stream of pee squirted from her. The stream started off course, the first bit landing on her mate's chest, but then it flowed straight down onto his erection.
The stream ended. I thought her bladder was drained but later I discovered that was not the case. Astia moved to a place above her mate’s head, and this time she lowered herself, planting her pussy firmly on his face. I could see only a bit of his chin below her buttocks. Obviously, he was providing Astia with oral stimulation, and apparently doing it well. She immediately began to moan and then her hips moved back and forth.
Meanwhile, he tried to move his hands. They were tied somehow around his waist such that when he lowered his left hand he could get his right hand closer to his cock. He was desperately trying to stimulate himself but could barely make contact with his middle and forefingers. He tried lifting his hips to get his left hand a little behind his back. It gave him enough slack that he could run those two fingers along part of the shaft. He could not reach the head at all, it being too high above his abdomen. It must have been terribly frustrating: some stimulation, but not nearly enough to bring himself off, but he did not relent. In just a few minutes Astia’s face was to the ceiling and the movement of her hips stopped as she screamed lightly and was obviously in orgasm.
Afterward, she spent a few minutes still parked on his face, her head down and her breathing returning to normal. When she was ready, she lifted herself and squatted there. I heard the first words I had heard in any of their scenes.
Astia said, “God, that was good. I have a little reward for you.” With that she let go with the rest of her pee directly onto his face.
Next, she squatted over his cock and put it in her, sinking onto its full length. She remained motionless while she rubbed her clit and brought herself to another orgasm. Meanwhile, her mate was whimpering in frustration trying to move his hips to create stimulation.
After her orgasm had passed, Astia began moving up and down on his cock. In just a minute or two she pulled herself off it and cum spurted from her mate strongly enough to reach his chin with the first shot.
Another file of theirs I watched was short. Astia’s mate was holding the camera, lying on his back. They were in bed, sheets visible to either side, bedroom images just barely visible at the extreme edges of the frame. Astia was on his cock, riding it, and the camera at its widest angle setting could show little beyond their pubic regions and hips.
Astia stopped her motion after a few moments. She pulled herself up, so that her mate’s cock was only about half in her. Slowly, piss began to trickle down the shaft. She was letting it out in a very controlled manner. They were both moaning loudly. Then Astia pulled up and off him but kept her vagina almost in contact. Her pee now trickled down onto her mate’s cock. He reached down with his hand, the view becoming shakier, holding his freed cock straight up and suddenly cum was shooting up to meet Astia’s pee.
I know what you're thinking, and I thought the same thing: They make plastic mattress covers in king size?
The following Monday I made an excuse to go to the library, invented something Astia could help me find. I did it, really, just to be near her, see her in her everyday surroundings, and watch her briskly apply her professional skills to finding and retrieving a scholarly paper. From time to time I thought, I saw you open wide and get your mouth peed in!
All of this made me wonder. Would I find to be a turn-on the kinks that Toni and Vicki and Astia were into? That was a question I really couldn’t answer. However, I have seen enough to know that Toni, Vicki, and Astia have found that special someone who shares their kink, their fetish, their secret delight, their perversion, their sickness. Whatever. They had all found that person and they were loved and supported and satisfied. Do I have a kink? Voyeurism? No, probably not since I really don’t get any sexual pleasure from watching my stolen videos or get myself off while I watch them. But what about one to actually be a participant in, to be in the middle of? Would finding my kink lead me to finding love? I’m afraid you (and I) don’t find the answer to that question within this story. Still, I found myself in the middle of some interesting adventures, and I thought you might like to hear about those.
In the years since I first baby-sat for Jerry and Toni, I have had the opportunity to see Toni take her monthly ass whipping in Vicki’s upright and stretched position. And tied over the back of the couch. And tied over the coffee table. And tied bent over the end of the dining room table. And tied spread-eagle on the top of the dining room table.
Sometimes Toni will invite me to their home for a meal. I always give my regrets unless it’s going to be a cookout.
I’ve seen Toni get it tied over a bar stool. Jerry and Toni don't have a bar, so I guess they went out and bought a stool special. I have seen her take it tied between two trees in the woods, her limbs making an X. I have seen her get it tied to a tree with a very large trunk, her arms not able to come close to going around, tied with her front tight to the tree trunk like she was at a whipping post. They had apparently bought a multi-tailed flogger I had not seen previously for that one, and by the end her back was heavily covered with welts and abrasions.
* * * * * * * *
Sitting some months ago in the living room of the house I share with three other women. I opened a file I had gotten during a sitting job for the eight-month-old of one of the assistant librarians, Astia. She often helps me with locating research resources. She was around thirty, I guess, with wide hips, layered dark blonde hair, and an easy and confident way of moving.
The video opened on a hallway, the person holding the camera, presumably her husband or partner, walking down the hall, the view a little shaky. The camera turned and entered the bathroom where Astia knelt naked in the bathtub. The camera came to the tub and looked down so all I could see was little more than Astia’s face. I could not imagine what this might lead to. Then she opened her mouth wide, closed her eyes, and a stream of pee began to flow onto her face. The aim was not too steady at first, the pee splashing on her forehead to begin, moving to a cheek before finding her wide-open mouth. Her mouth began to fill, the pee running out when it was full, she forced to breathe through her nose.
Another file on that flash drive opened with her mate lying naked on the kitchen linoleum floor. His arms were tied tightly to his sides, his legs securely tied together at the knees, his hard cock pointing up from the top of his thighs.
Then Astia made her entrance wearing a waist-length nightie and nothing else. She knelt at his side and grasped his dick. She did nothing with it for a while except squeeze the shaft. She would occasionally flick her thumb over the head. Her mate finally began to sound little whimpers, and I saw his hips come into motion as he sought to move his cock through Astia’s fist, create friction.
Astia moved with him, keeping her fist stationary relative to his dick. Finally, after many minutes of this, Astia released his cock. She straddled his hips, standing. I thought she would begin to lower herself to take his cock in her vagina. Then a stream of pee squirted from her. The stream started off course, the first bit landing on her mate's chest, but then it flowed straight down onto his erection.
The stream ended. I thought her bladder was drained but later I discovered that was not the case. Astia moved to a place above her mate’s head, and this time she lowered herself, planting her pussy firmly on his face. I could see only a bit of his chin below her buttocks. Obviously, he was providing Astia with oral stimulation, and apparently doing it well. She immediately began to moan and then her hips moved back and forth.
Meanwhile, he tried to move his hands. They were tied somehow around his waist such that when he lowered his left hand he could get his right hand closer to his cock. He was desperately trying to stimulate himself but could barely make contact with his middle and forefingers. He tried lifting his hips to get his left hand a little behind his back. It gave him enough slack that he could run those two fingers along part of the shaft. He could not reach the head at all, it being too high above his abdomen. It must have been terribly frustrating: some stimulation, but not nearly enough to bring himself off, but he did not relent. In just a few minutes Astia’s face was to the ceiling and the movement of her hips stopped as she screamed lightly and was obviously in orgasm.
Afterward, she spent a few minutes still parked on his face, her head down and her breathing returning to normal. When she was ready, she lifted herself and squatted there. I heard the first words I had heard in any of their scenes.
Astia said, “God, that was good. I have a little reward for you.” With that she let go with the rest of her pee directly onto his face.
Next, she squatted over his cock and put it in her, sinking onto its full length. She remained motionless while she rubbed her clit and brought herself to another orgasm. Meanwhile, her mate was whimpering in frustration trying to move his hips to create stimulation.
After her orgasm had passed, Astia began moving up and down on his cock. In just a minute or two she pulled herself off it and cum spurted from her mate strongly enough to reach his chin with the first shot.
Another file of theirs I watched was short. Astia’s mate was holding the camera, lying on his back. They were in bed, sheets visible to either side, bedroom images just barely visible at the extreme edges of the frame. Astia was on his cock, riding it, and the camera at its widest angle setting could show little beyond their pubic regions and hips.
Astia stopped her motion after a few moments. She pulled herself up, so that her mate’s cock was only about half in her. Slowly, piss began to trickle down the shaft. She was letting it out in a very controlled manner. They were both moaning loudly. Then Astia pulled up and off him but kept her vagina almost in contact. Her pee now trickled down onto her mate’s cock. He reached down with his hand, the view becoming shakier, holding his freed cock straight up and suddenly cum was shooting up to meet Astia’s pee.
I know what you're thinking, and I thought the same thing: They make plastic mattress covers in king size?
The following Monday I made an excuse to go to the library, invented something Astia could help me find. I did it, really, just to be near her, see her in her everyday surroundings, and watch her briskly apply her professional skills to finding and retrieving a scholarly paper. From time to time I thought, I saw you open wide and get your mouth peed in!
All of this made me wonder. Would I find to be a turn-on the kinks that Toni and Vicki and Astia were into? That was a question I really couldn’t answer. However, I have seen enough to know that Toni, Vicki, and Astia have found that special someone who shares their kink, their fetish, their secret delight, their perversion, their sickness. Whatever. They had all found that person and they were loved and supported and satisfied. Do I have a kink? Voyeurism? No, probably not since I really don’t get any sexual pleasure from watching my stolen videos or get myself off while I watch them. But what about one to actually be a participant in, to be in the middle of? Would finding my kink lead me to finding love? I’m afraid you (and I) don’t find the answer to that question within this story. Still, I found myself in the middle of some interesting adventures, and I thought you might like to hear about those.