Rylee was equally athletic, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, her legs strong and tan. She, too, generally favored jeans and boots, her hair pulled back in a no-nonsense pony tail. But that evening she was dressed in a black leather corset that hugged her full breasts, over a tiny turquoise-dyed leather skirt that matched the slave collar around her neck. Her wavy hair hung loose over her shoulders.
They greeted one another and introductions were made. “Say,” Taggart said in his gravelly voice, “We’re heading over to try out the new suspension frame Bob just installed. It’s reserved for full-time, experienced members only, and we’ve got the next time slot.” He let his gaze move over Shani’s naked form, adding, “It’s designed to suspend two subs at once, if you two would like to scene with us.”
Adam looked to Shani, his eyes brows raised in question. “Want to?”
“Sure,” Shani replied enthusiastically.
“Great,” Taggart said. “Rylee’s experienced with inverted suspension, and can go as long as twenty minutes. But it’s something you work up to. What about you, Shani? Do you have experience with hanging upside down?”
“Yes, Sir,” Shani replied. “Though I think fifteen is about my limit.”
“How about we make it ten this first time,” Adam suggested. “Just to keep things safe and sane.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Taggart agreed. He tapped the watch on his wrist. “I’ll keep track.”
The suspension frame was made from sturdy wooden beams built much like a wide doorway, though with no walls to get in the way. Two sets of four chains with clips at the bottom hung down from the frame. Each set of chains was secured to a heavy hook embedded in the underside of the top beam.
Squatting in front of the supply cabinet set against the wall, Taggart used his members-only key to open it. He removed two inversion harnesses with wrist restraints attached, along with two pairs of heavy-duty ankle suspension cuffs.
“As much as I love the naked cowgirl look, Shani,” Taggart said as he got to his feet, “You’ll need to take off those boots for this session.” He turned to Rylee, his heavy eyelids hooding as he looked down at her. “Remove your things and present yourself, R.”
“Yes, Sir,” the girl replied in her husky voice. She stripped quickly until she wore nothing but her slave collar. Dropping into a kneeling position on the thick mat set up beneath the inversion frame, she spread her knees to reveal her smoothly shaven cunt, her hands resting palms-up on her thighs in classic presentation mode.
Shani, who had shucked off her boots, lowered herself gracefully into the same alluring submissive position. Adam’s cock rose in appreciation of the two lovely women, forcing him to slip a hand into his pants to adjust his erection.
Taggart and he spoke briefly about how the scene would go. They decided it would be fun to try out each other’s floggers for the full body play, switching to their own pieces for the more intimate cunt flogging that would follow.
Agreed on the details, they directed the girls to rise. “These harnesses are designed specifically for inverted suspension,” Taggart explained as they fitted the leather straps over the girls’ torsos. He indicated the four D rings attached to the bottom of each harness—two on the back and two on the front.
“These large rings work in concert with the ankle suspension cuffs so the weight is more evenly distributed.” The ankle cuffs were heavy duty, covering most of the foot, more like a boot with the toes cut out than a simple strip of leather. It was clear these sturdy cuffs would be far more comfortable and supportive than typical around-the-ankle-only cuffs.
Once the gear was in place, they had the subs lie down side by side on the mat. While the men were cuffing the girls’ wrists to their harnesses, Rylee whispered something to Shani. Shani nodded eagerly and then they both giggled. It pleased Adam to see how well the pair seemed to be getting along.
Satisfied with their handiwork, Taggart and Adam lowered the chains. They clipped them to the D rings at the girls’ thighs in the front and just above their bottoms in the back.
“Ready, girls?” Adam asked, as they took their positions on either side of the frame.
“Ready,” Rylee and Shani replied in unison.
The men turned the winches on either side of the bondage frame, lifting the girls slowly into the air until they both hung fully extended, Rylee’s hair just brushing the ground. Having met her sisters, it was easy for Adam to visualize Shani with long hair also falling in a thick, shiny curtain to the ground, so black it had a blue sheen. Maybe someday…
Taggart and he exchanged floggers. Taggart didn’t do multi-colored dye work, as Adam did. But his leather was top quality, soft as butter and beautifully crafted. Adam hefted the handle in his hand, enjoying its perfect balance as they took their places behind their suspended subs.
A group of onlookers had gathered around them, eager voyeurs with hungry expressions in their eyes. As always happened when he was in a scene, Adam blocked out the gawkers, along with the noise and activity taking place all around them. He was aided in this by the music now piping through ceiling speakers—an instrumental piece with a dark, heavy beat.
They wasted no time applying their floggers. Adam loved the sound of the heavy leather tresses slapping against supple flesh. The music added a layer of sensory stimulation that heightened the scene. He was aware of Taggart beside him, and occasionally glanced over at Rylee, whose small, round bottom was reddening nicely under the throws of the flogger. But his primary focus was on the beautiful girl suspended before him, her legs spread wide, her wrists shackled in the restraints on the sides of her harness.
They moved in slow circles around their women, snapping the floggers against their asses, backs, breasts and thighs. Based on the sizable bulge in Taggart’s jeans, he was as turned on as Adam.
After a while, Taggart lowered his arm and glanced at his watch. “We have four minutes left. Shall we switch to something a little more… intimate?”
“You bet,” Adam agreed. They dropped their floggers and went for their gear bags. Taggart pulled a mini flogger from his bag, while Adam selected a small leather flapper from his.
Moving in front of Shani, he crouched down so she could see his face. “You good, Princess?”
She opened her eyes, fixing them on him. “Yes, Sir,” she said in a low, breathy voice.
“We only have a few minutes left. I want to smack your sweet cunt. You good with that?”
“Yes, please,” she said, her dark eyes sparkling.
“Excellent.” He got to his feet. Unable to resist, he stroked her spread vulva, tracing the velvety soft lips with his finger and then slipping it inside. She was soaking wet, and her vaginal muscles spasmed against his finger as she moaned her approval. Perfect.
He smacked her sweet cunt with the slapper, lightly at first. She uttered a small, breathy cry. He smacked her again, a little harder. This time she groaned, the sound low and sexy in her throat. He could smell the musky, alluring scent of her arousal and his cock twitched, his balls aching with lust. He smacked her reddening vulva in a series of sharp, stinging blows. Her body was trembling now, her breath ragged and fast. If she hadn’t been suspended, he would have whipped her to orgasm.
Instead, all too soon, Taggart nudged him lightly with his elbow. “Time’s up. We need to end the scene.”