Selenis smiled as she watched poor Blythe standing naked, holding the huge beach ball above her head.
The beach ball was almost weightless, but keeping it up there certainly wasn't that easy, after twenty minutes, now, was it!
Selenis of course was gloriously attired in a pink bikini, her curly carrot top bouncing off her shoulders.
Selenis was Blythe's husband's girlfriend. She was not overly bright, but smart enough to know that when your lover says you can kick around his wife, go for it, and fast!
Blythe was budget director for the city of Buttermilk Falls, and a person of distinction in town. But her ego was as big one, and it needed a bit of tearing down.
Blythe had been second runner up to the Miss Buttermilk contest when she was twenty years old, and could still model, if Mensa members did that, she was quite blonde and willowy, even at forty-five.
But at heart, Blythe was a submissive, and for that, her husband had found a way to truly degrade her. If there's anything worse than openly cheating on your wife, it was having your girlfriend torture her, right?
Selenis now bent her cane, smiling. Poor Blythe. Good thing the beach is fairly deserted...
Selenis stepped a little closer and swung the cane, hitting Blythe under her right arm.
Blythe had not been expecting this, and she screamed. But, fully trained, Blythe continued to keep the beach ball above her head.
Selenis smiled. Blythe's armpit must really sting now!
"Stop gripping the ball like that."Selenis snapped. "Try to balance it on the tips of your fingers, Blythe."
"But I might drop it then, Miss Selenis"
"That's your problem if you do, Blythe." Selenis smiled cruelly.
Blythe moved the ball to the tips of her fingers and closed her eyes, hoping that she wouldn't drop it. Selenis could think of the worst penalties.
The night before, while Selenis was being fucked by Blythe's husband, she'd kept Blythe tied to the electric fence and Blythe had been buzzed on and off...
Selenis possessed a remote control, and turning the fence on and then switching it to silent had just been the best entertainment!
"Try to have some poise, Blythe" Selenis said crisply. "You're a former model and you were a debutante-I remember because my mom and I catered the affair, and being such a rich bitch, you should try to be freaking elegant."
"I'm actually a socialist, I can't help it that my mother wanted me to be a deb, Selenis."
Selenis whacked Blythe across the stomach and then across Blythe's full, pretty nipples, and Blythe bit her lip, tears coming down her cheeks.
But Selenis noticed that Blythe was also tearing up between her legs. It was a big, sexy deal for Blythe, it really was.
This beach ball thing was hilarious. Selenis should have brought the BB pistol and shot at Blythe's legs a bit, that would have given the slave pig true challenge in holding up the damn ball.
Yes, make poor Blythie dance!
Selenis stepped closer and let Blythe consume her scent. Selenis reached down and diddled Blythe's shaved twat with a forefinger, and Blythe's legs quivered.
For several weeks now, Selenis and Blythe's husband, Stan had been masturbating Blythe, tying her down and diddling her with electric toothbrushes and the like, stopping just short of Blythe enjoying an orgasm.
And now Blythe was very close to teetering over the edge into an intense cum-fest.
"Be a shame if you dropped the beach ball because I was teasing you too much, wouldn't it Blythe?" Selenis whispered with a smile.
Blythe bit her full lower lip and tried desperately to keep her legs from trembling.
Selenis looked behind her, and Blythe's twenty something nieces were approaching.
Blythe's brother was a bit pretentious and had named his daughters Leocadia and Jacobina, but the girls were known as "Cadie and "Cobie" and were selfish and rather vacuous, and very blonde.
Blythe cursed herself for having encouraged her husband to vacation in the summerhouse when the rest of the family was staying there.
"Really, Selenis, I should get dressed." Blythe mumbled. Cadie and Cobie had witnessed Blythe getting an over the knee bare bottom spanking from Stan the night before, and so they might not be surprised but still...
"Get dressed and give up this splendid drama?" Selenis snickered. "I told you that you'd get a nasty caning if you drop that beach ball. Really, Blythe, you told Stan that you like being put through little tests, and this humiliating test should really get you off."
This was true, and Blythe was getting more and more excited, thinking about being embarrassed in front of her bimbo nieces was incredible.
"Cadie and Cobie, look Auntie Blythe and I are having such an interesting tête-à-tête."
"Aunt Blythe, you are such a perv." said Cobie, giggling. "Why are you naked, you wanna get us thrown out of the Hamptons?"
"And what's the deal with the beach ball?" Cadie asked, as she lit a cigarette. She flicked a spark at Blythe, and it hit her right tit.
Blythe bit her tongue and strained to keep the ball aloft.
Selenis winked at the girls. I'm trying to see if giving her a whack or two with this cane will get her to drop it."
"But, like, why doesn't she drop it anyway?" Cadie asked. "I mean, play ball with it, don't just stand there, and put on your friggin' bikini, you sag too much to be in the um, buff."
Selenis laughed uproariously, while Blythe blushed. She didn't look that bad, and with the huge size of her niece's tits, when they were her age, forty-six, they'd be sagging like no one's business."
"Yeah, a little too wrinkly, I think" Cobie echoed. "She won't put down the ball?"
Cobie snatched the cane from Selenis, who relinquished it good-naturedly.
"Mom taught us to share, bitch" Cobie said somberly.
"You'd better let go of that ball" Cobie said menacingly.
Selenis smiled. "I would advise otherwise."
Cobie swung the cane hard, landing it on Blythe's bare ass, hard, and Blythe dropped the beach ball.
Blythe gasped and chased the ball, and Cobie was after her, whacking Blythe's back, buttocks and thighs until Blythe wrested the ball back.
But then Cadie tackled Blythe and snatched the ball, and ran, and Blythe chased her.
Blythe knew that Selenis would make her pay if she didn't have that damn ball over her head once again.
It was like a hideous game of touch football.
Finally Cadie and Cobie came back, laughing their asses off, and Blythe, weeping, returned with the ball over her miserable head.
"This is so good, it's really lending to her upper body strength, keeping the ball up there."
"With occasional cardio thrown in by us." Cobie said, gasping.
As Selenis and the girls chatted, Blythe stood there, lost in sub space humiliation...
But she was tremendously aroused by this. It was making her more than a little crazy.
One night, Stan had ordered Blythe to go down on her nieces, and they'd royally enjoyed this, taking turns with their tight twats over their Auntie's energetic tongue...
And Blythe had been bound to the bed as this was going on, her arms spread eagled, and she'd found it incredibly invigorating.
Later, Stan had ordered Blythe to jack her hips over her head and lick herself out, while having her hands still bound...
And because of sit-ups and crunches, Blythe had been able to do this...and give herself a rare orgasm.
Another night, Cobie and Cadie had had a bachelorette party, one of their sorority sisters was getting married, and twenty girls from this impromptu college reunion had visited Blythe's townhouse in Buttermilk Falls.
Blythe's tongue had gone all night. This time, Stan and Selenis had put Blythe in kneeling stocks, and she'd had to use her tongue without any help with her hands to bring all these girls off...
God it had made her so horny!
That had been such a weird evening. The girls had invited some men over later on, and the guys had peed all over the bathroom floor and littered it with cigarette butts and of course Blythe had had to suck it all up until the shithouse tile was dry...
But again, SOOOO HOT!
Of course, Selenis was Stan's lover and Blythe's domina here in the Hamptons, during vacations..
Winters, at home, in Buttermilk Falls, Blythe served her office assistant, Troyce, who took Blythe over her knee for harsh bare-bottom spankings when her boss misspelled simple words on memoranda...
But, harsh as Troyce could be, Blythe still missed Selenis quite often, and looked so forward to the summers!
Now, Blythe's hands and arms were starting to get numb, holding this ridiculous fucking beach ball over her head. Blythe was a Daughter of the American Revolution, she was a leader in the Junior League, and a Rotarian.
But her dignity, as always, was compromised by Mistress Selinis.
The nieces soon got bored and Blythe got her cane back, waving goodbye to them.
"How they enjoy their kinky Aunt Blythe." Selenis laughed.
"They'll never respect me." muttered Blythe.
"Would you want them to?" Selenis asked, laughing. "Look how wet your clit is right now, Blythe. If it weren't chastity-pierced, you'd be on your knees masturbating madly, and causing such a spectacle."
