The rest of the afternoon was difficult for Mokie. Jenn spent the first fifteen minutes after Jason left riding her face as she lay flat on the floor. Jenn pulled and twisted her nipples the entire time, torturing her as she ground her pussy on her face.
After she came, Jenn spent another half hour with Mokie bent over her knee. She teased her pussy, bringing her close to orgasm, then withdrew and spanked her ass hard and long. By the end, Mokie was begging her mistress to let her cum, but all she had was a glowing red ass and sopping wet pussy to show for her troubles.
Jenn was unrelenting, pulling her out into the living area. She ordered Mokie to sit at the table, and she cuffed each of her ankles to the chair. She then cuffed her left wrist to the leg of the table, and brought her the diary and a pen.
"Write, slave. Fill these pages with your secrets. Your master wishes to know how our treatment of you makes you juice."
.....
When Jason arrived at 11pm, he found Mokie still cuffed to the table and chair. Her head was down on the table, sound asleep.
"She wrote five pages in her diary, and then I caught the bitch trying to masturbate right there in her chair," said Jenn, standing behind her. "I cuffed her hands underneath the table to prevent her from enjoying herself too much.
"You really are getting the hang of this, you know?" Jason responded. He and Jenn embraced and kissed each other lustfully. "I'm proud of you," he smiled.
Jenn blushed at the compliment.
Jason lifted Mokie by the hair and slapped the top of her breasts. "Wake up, slave!" he shouted. "Time to go meet your owner for the night."
.....
Just before midnight, Mokie, Jenn and Jason walked through the doors of Love 'N Leather. Mokie was wearing a black string bikini beneath a thigh-level yellow raincoat. Her heels belied something scant beneath her coat, but there were few people on the street to take notice.
Leonard greeted them inside the door, eyeing his prize up and down as they entered. He grabbed her hair and spoke directly into her face. "We are going to have a whole lot of fun tonight, sweetheart."
"How much time do I have?" he asked Jason.
"I think three hours is good enough, in exchange for a month of free rentals, which I will start taking advantage of now." Jason started scanning the shelves as Jenn supervised the activity.
"Three hours, pet. That means that if I cum right now, I can cum twice before we are through," Len said to Mokie. "Now remove that coat and get down on your knees."
"Yes, master," said Mokie. She had spent the entire afternoon being denied an orgasm, and she was hoping that if she played nice with Leonard, he would make her cum. Even without her debilitating need to cum, she would have been compliant with his demands. Deep inside her she lusted for Leonard, and she wanted him to like her, too.
She slid her coat over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Len licked the lips at the sight of her in the bikini, his view of her tits improving as she sank to her knees in front of him.
He pulled his fully erect shaft out of his shorts and let it stand in front of her face. She gripped it with her right hand and started stroking it. Len shuttered at the beauty of her technique, teasing his head with short, fast strokes before sliding long and slow up his shaft.
"That's a nice start, slut, but let's get down to business. We only have three hours." He put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her lips onto his cock.
Jenn had made Mokie apply bright red lipstick for just this moment, and Leonard marveled at the visual. The soft crimson ring slid down his cock half way, coating it with a thin film of saliva. She bounced her head on his dick as far as it could go before making contact with her hand, still gripping his base. Her eyes stared up right into his, driving him wild.
"Get deeper on that cock, slave. Put your hands behind your back," Leonard commanded.
Mokie gripped her wrists behind her back as Len grabbed her around the ears, interlacing his fingers with her hair. He pulled her deep until his cock head hit the back of her throat.
"Ckk...ckkkk....ckkkk," she choked as her quivering lips left a bright red shade near the base of his dick. He loved the look of her impaled on him.
He jammed in and out with a couple quick strokes, savoring the sensation of her pierced tongue pulsating up his entire Length.
"Mmmppphhhh. Mmpphh. Mmpphh," Mokie struggled to take him at this pace. He forced himself all the way in, then pulled all the way out. A drooping string of her saliva connected the tip of his cock to her bottom lip.
As he forced himself back into her mouth, the saliva fell onto her bikini-clad breasts. He fucked away at her oral cavity, exploring every square inch of her tongue, throat and cheeks.
With only his clenching fingers as a warning, he halted his motion and erupted inside her. He held her chin tight against the bottom of his dick so no cum could escape.
"Hold it," he said, leaving his dick inside her. The intrusion of his cock and spunk prevented her from breathing. Leonard held her until her face started to turn red, and then slid all the way out in one quick motion.
Mokie coughed up his spunk, overflowing from her mouth onto her chin and dripping down to her tits, which were starting to shimmer with all of the bodily fluid on them.
"Very good, slut," he complimented. Mokie was filled with a sense of pride that he had enjoyed it, despite the fact that she was a complete mess. Her hair was disheveled, her face sweaty and cum-covered, and her tits were well-lathered.
"Up on your feet. Time to go downstairs," he continued.
Mokie worked her way up on her heels and followed him down to the basement. It was predictably dark, just a couple light bulbs hanging from the ceiling. A few tables and chairs, and other gadgets of BDSM were spread around with seemingly no order, but Mokie did not have time to take inventory of them.
"Give me your wrists," said Leonard.
He clasped each of them into a leather cuff and connected them with a three-inch length of chain. He lifted them above her head and attached them to a hook before walking over to the wall and grabbing a crank.
As he wound the crank, Mokie felt her arms tighten above her head. He kept cranking until she had to get up on her toes, and then kept going until she was nearly a foot off the ground.
"Please, sir, enough!" she cried. "My shoulders!"
"They will go numb soon enough," he answered.
Using a pair of scissors, he snipped through her bikini top and bottom, peeled them off of her body and shoved them into her mouth.
"Now, stay quiet for the next few minutes."
He turned off the lights and walked up stairs, leaving her in complete darkness.
Mokie hung for what seemed like an eternity, but was really about 15 minutes. She could see nothing, but became increasingly aware of the ambient noise. Her shoulders were burning, bearing the full weight of her body, and her head hung low. She wanted to scream, but she knew no one upstairs would care. As her shoulders started to go numb, she nearly drifted into unconsciousness.
In a flash, the door swung open and slammed against the wall. The loud bang and flooding light shocked Mokie back to earth. Her three tormentors entered and spilled a bag of equipment on one of the tables.
Mokie watched as Len picked up a set of ankle spreaders and approached her. Even if she had the strength to resist, she would have complied, so she swayed her legs apart so he could lock her ankles in place.
She now hung with her legs forced wide as Leonard pushed a table up to her from behind. The tabletop came to rest just below her ass.
"As I lower you, lie back on the table," Len ordered.
"Yes, master," Mokie wept through the shredded bikini in her mouth.
He moved back to the wall and turned the crank counterclockwise, and Mokie slowly dropped onto the tabletop. When she was lying flat on top of it, Len returned and released her hands from the hook. Pressing them flat above her head, he tied them to one of the legs beneath the table.
He then raised her legs upwards and attached the middle of the leg spreader to the hook. He returned to the table of gadgets and returned with a long leather strap. Wrapping it around the table at her waist, he pinned her back flat to the table while her legs remained spread and directed straight up at the ceiling.
Leonard gazed at his prize, her sex spread unprotected before him. His eyes shifted south towards her plug.
"This might get in the way later," he said as he slid it out of her ass. He brought it to her mouth.
"Spit out those rags," he ordered, referring to her bikini. Mokie turned and expelled her tattered garment onto the table beside her head.
"Now open wide," he said as he brought the plug to her lips.
Mokie gulped in disgust, not wanting to take this filthy object into her mouth. She lost her obedience, clenching her lips tight.
"This should help," sounded Jason from across the room. He threw Leonard a pair of nipple clamps.
"Thanks, friend," Len responded, taking them in his hands and aiming the first one at her right tit.
"Nooooo!" Mokie screamed as the clamp snapped onto her nipple. It was padded but hard and bit at her harshly. Her mouth fell agape as he twisted the clamp, and he used the opportunity to shove the plug in her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmmpppppphh!!!" Mokie gagged as it lay flat on her tongue and forced her mouth wide. She twisted her head right and left in protest of the intruder, and kept screaming as Len attached the other clamp to her left nipple.
Finally, she lay her head back on the table in an effort to relax herself. Her breathing was ragged. One small hesitation had caused her so much pain. She wanted to be as compliant as possible moving forward.
