Shayla Rules Shiny in Every Way

Taking Shiny's gag off, Shayla asked urgently, "Did I go too far? Did you hate that?"

Shiny gasped and replied, "I fucking loved it. My tits are on fucking fire. Fucking do that to me any time you want! Right now, fucking fuck me please, fuck me, fuck me!"

Shayla, always the trooper, put her own fingers into Shiny's pussy, 2 fingers first then 3 then 4, pounding Shiny's pussy. Even without clit-contact, Shiny came again after a near-fist-fucking with 4 fingers. Shiny's tits were still trapped and blue, and striped red and purple with bruises that covered her whole breasts.

Settled in again, Shayla on top, Shayla exclaimed urgently, "I want that a lot. I'm sorry. But I do. Fucking you, your tits tied up and whipped. It's possible that it's my favorite thing ever. I want to do that to you all the fucking time. I love your tits and I love doing this to them."

Shiny nodded eagerly, "Then do it. A lot. Fuck me, fuck my tits, hurt them as hard as you want. Fuck my tits. I fucking love you." Shiny pushed her face up into Shayla's for a massively deep tongue kiss. When she pulled away, she was panting, gasping, "And you fucking punishing my tits that hard makes me love you a ton, and it made me come three times. Twice from just my tits alone. I want to explode. I was so horny so many times from you beating my tits that I want you to do it a hundred times, a thousand times. Or more. You were so right, my tits are so sensitive, that everything you do to them makes me crazy!"

"If you say it, I'll do it to you every fucking day this week, I'm serious, I will, it makes me so fucking horny," Shayla warned.

Shiny nodded. "Please. Please."

Shayla shook her head, "Your tits are already in stripes of black and blue. If I do it every day, they will be covered almost entirely."

Shiny nodded again, becoming passive. Begging quietly. "Please, Mistress. Do it to me. Every single day." Shiny let out a sigh that was not resignation, but was pure lust, pure heat. "Please," she repeated, eyes downcast, but raw heat in her voice.

"If we do this," Shayla said, stepping up, staring down at her, "your tits will be dark-and-red-colored with stripes all the time. All the time."

"Please," Shiny repeated, her head down at first, and then she looked up straight into Shayla's eyes. "Please," she then breathed lustily, almost, in its own way, a command. Her eyes insistent. A request, yes, but underneath ... a slave's request, but also, in it's way, a slave's command.

And Shayla saw that. And she embraced it. She replied, turning their relationship on it's end, saying," Shiny, my slave-girl's wish is my command."

* * *

The next day, the first thing Shayla did was visit her Guild-friended carpenter to start him making the "Reverse Chair" that she had forgotten to include in her grand plan. He said 2 weeks, she paid double, he said 4 days, she paid triple, he said he'd work on nothing else and deliver it in 2 days.

No plans were made for a Re-Wedding that week, but neither Shiny nor Shayla cared about the general outcry for more. They were too busy being so massively horny that they strained at night just to hold out for the Bonus Room until after they'd eaten, then they scrabbled into the Room like they were feverish. The sessions were just as feverish as they fulfilled their needs. On the morning of the third day the Reverse Chair arrived. It was an elegant wooden arch, with a velvet seat set at one end, wide velvet padding along the arch, and 4 wooden legs on all sides with fur-padded manacles on them. That night, Shiny got strapped in, her butt on the seat, back to the arch, pressing her whole body up into a soft inverted U-curve, her arms and legs shackled to the legs, her head tilted downward at the other end. This had the advantage of profoundly emphasizing Shiny's breasts, sticking out, tightly roped and bright blue with her carry-over red stripes, pointing upward starkly.

Salivating, Shayla started in on Shiny in her new, ultra-exposed position, and Shiny bounced up the one-inch she could off the arch, settled down, shouting into her gag. Shayla whipped her again, and again, and Shiny kept bouncing, her hips spasming back and forth in their tiny flight up. On the fourth stroke, Shiny bounced, arched, and shook her head violently back and forth. Shayla stopped cold.

"Sorry, this turns me on so fucking much, I hit you too hard!" Shayla said. "I'll stop, I'll stop."

Shiny at first shook her head violently side to side, staring into Shayla's eyes, then she adjusted and carefully, slowly, nodded her head forward, 'yes'.

"Really?" Shayla asked. "Honestly if you said 'stop', I should stop."

Shiny slowly, slowly, shook her head no. Then slowly shook her head yes, pointing her eyes toward her tits. She looked desperate. She nodded yes again, slowly, pointed her head and eyes toward her tits.

Shayla whipped her tits once, paused, and watched for the reaction. Shiny bucked, arched, shouted again into her ball-gag, and then settled, body shaking, against the cushion. Her head did not move, though there were tears in her eyes. Shayla waited, and then did it again, with the same reaction from Shiny; bucking, arching, shouting, and even tears. But no movement from her head. So Shayla proceeded to whip Shiny until she came, and Shayla came almost simultaneously. And this went on for the rest of the week. Orgasms, whipping, whipping, more orgasms.

At the end of the seventh day, after both Shiny and Shayla had "exploding" orgasms, Shayla at last said quietly into Shiny's ear as she lay on top of her, "No more Breast Torture. Not for awhile. Your tits are so black and blue they look like a wagon train ran over them. No more for now."

Shiny, whose gag had been removed, said eagerly, "No, no, seriously, I can take more. Just a few more days, please, this is so fucking amazing, I need it so bad. Just a few days. Just one more week at most."

Shayla grabbed Shiny's face in her palms, one on each cheek, turning her face toward her. Then she said, "Your Mistress says no more. Your wife says no more. Do you understand that? Or do I have to explain it to you?"

Choking back her reaction, Shiny shook her head. "No, no, I'm sorry. Whatever you say, whatever you want."

Nodding, Shayla said, "I gave you your slave-wish, for seven days of Breast Torture. You had it. We both exploded so many times I can't count. Your body is mine, entirely mine to control. No more slave-wishes, not now anyway. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress," Shiny said, submissive totally.

"Good," Shayla said. "Because I have so many more things to do to you. You'll get this again. But not for awhile. Your breasts are so black-and-blue, they need at least one, or maybe even two weeks, to recover."

Shiny nodded, bowing deeply on one knee. "Whatever my Mistress commands."

"Damn right," Shayla said, smiling.

Then she herself knelt on one knee, so they were both face-to-face. She took Shiny's hand in hers and said, "I love my Shiny. Will you Marry me again?"

Shiny nodded again eagerly. No matter how many times this had happened, she still cried. "Yes, Mis...Yes Shayla. Yes I will Re-Marry you."

* * *

With the resumption of 'Normal Activities', life did get back to usual. Including the planning of and eventual announcement of the next Re-Wedding, which was greeted with the usual cheers from both High-born and Commoner alike. Shiny was in charge of picking the venue for and planning this one. She chose one of her favorite places in the world, a very unusual restaurant/hotel called The Eyrie. It was located at the top of the nearest mountain peak, about 2 days ride from the city. Atop the peak, at around 5,000 feet, there was a gigantic tree over 200 feet tall, with a trunk 30 feet thick, and at its middle, branches that could, and did, hold entire buildings, businesses and houses. An Elven expatriate couple built it to remind them of home, and The Eyrie itself was a spectacular timber lodge with 100 rooms surrounded (vertically and horizontally) by a small Elven support village complete with general store, bistro, tavern, small bed & breakfast homes and residences for all of the employees of the businesses. With a spectacular 360 degree view of the entire Central District Realm, The Eyrie was truly a breathtaking venue.

When Shayla heard Shiny's pick, she exclaimed, "Nice pick Shiny! Spot-fucking-on!"

For the guests, this was a little more effort, now being a full 5-day round trip journey. Shiny figured at least some if not many of Shayla's guests would pass, even though Shiny and Shayla were footing the bill for lodging along the way, to and from. But no, no person invited declined. 50 guests would attend the 4th Re-Wedding. And it was so spectacular a venue, and such an amazing party, that there was a massive and complete dis-consensus what was now the "Second Best Party Ever". Some voted The Eyrie, others voted The Grotto. And it wasn't split along High or Common lines ... about half of each favored one and the other half, well, the other. The bizarre side effects of all of Shiny and Shayla's weddings were that Highborn and Commoners were starting to entirely ... like each other. Both were generally loathe admitting it in public, but at these parties, there was absolutely no class separation upwards or downwards. Each added their own quality to the mix, so much so, that during the parties, all classes dissolved completely, and what the strange remainder left was that in public, these people who had shared intimate partying with no restraints ... they didn't treat each other in public the way they used to. When they saw each other in public, they had what could only be described as "barely restrained mutual respect." Through no intention whatsoever, the Re-Weddings were beginning to make the whole of The Realms happier, because even those who hadn't attended started to be affected by this strange union.

Shiny met Shayla on a parapet of the Castle. Nowhere near their home, nor the Grand Hall.

"Shayla, the Re-Weddings are changing things," Shiny said. And she explained what was happening.

Shayla nodded. "Great! I agree, I love our parties. We are awesome!"

Shiny shook her head, "No, no, not just that. We ... you, are changing The Realms with this."

Shayla looked blank, then said, "I don't get it. So?"

"We should invite people," Shiny said, "from farther away too. Not just people from the city. But people from everywhere."

"Sure, fine" Shayla said. "That's only if there's another wedding, right? As far as I know, I haven't asked you again."

Coloring bright red, Shiny turned away. "I'm sorry. You're right. Never mind what I said."

Shayla pulled Shiny's face to her. "Don't ever do that. Don't turn away from me. I'm your wife. I love you. If you want another wedding, I'll ask you right now."

Shiny shook her head. "No. Seriously. I just got ahead of myself. I truly don't want you to ask me again unless you want it. I got too involved in the stuff that doesn't matter to us. I forgot for a moment why it's only for us. No one else matters."

Shayla's eyes brightened and she nodded vigorously, "Yes! Exactly!" She paused, then deep-soul kissed Shiny, saying after, "I love my Shiny."

* * *

And sure enough, there was no Re-Wedding that week. The overwhelming disappointment of the masses was irrelevant to both Shiny and Shayla. They settled back into a universe where just the two of them mattered, which was as it should be.

Then two weeks more elapsed, no wedding, but tons of love between them. During that time, most everything was as it was before, just with added bonus features.

The size of the dildos kept going up, eventually hitting 3 3/4 inches wide and 8 3/4 inches deep all the way up Shiny's ass, and yet their manufacture had turned to softened, polished leather. They were craftsmanship items, polished, toned, broken down so that they were supple, and they bent and flexed. In the Bonus Room, Shayla rotated Shiny around each of the stations, tied, chained, clamped. Then she colored Shiny wherever she went. Shiny persisted, soldiering on by having orgasms just from the various crazy things Shayla did to her, painful as they were. Shiny came and came, and that made Shayla cum and cum.

After a particular vigorous session, while they lay quietly exhausted, having moved on to their bed, they heard a muffled noise coming from the large slatted-faced cabinet above the dresser. They recovered from their sexual exhaustion instantly, sensing an attack, Shiny springing up, grabbing her staff, Shayla knocking an arrow into her bow beside the bed, and Shiny yanked the cabinet door open.

To their astonishment, a long-haired blonde teenage Elven girl fell out of the perch, bouncing on the top of the dresser, then down to the floor. Her pants were down around her ankles.

She squeaked instantly, "Please don't hurt me! I didn't mean any harm," as she struggled to pull her pants up.

Shiny and Shayla were still naked, panting now not from the sex, but from the adrenaline.

"What the hell?" Shayla asked.

"What in the world were you doing in our cabinet?" Shiny demanded.

"Please, please," the girl said. "I didn't mean anything by it. I stumbled across a secret passage a couple of weeks ago, and when I saw you two ... having sex, I mean, the way you were having sex and the crazy stuff you were doing, I couldn't stop watching. The secret passage leads to, you know, both rooms. Your bedroom and the, the, uh, bonus room. I ... I fingered myself watching you. For the last two weeks. What you two do is ... amazing."

Shayla laughed, slapping her knees, "Ha ha! That is excellent! I love it, I love it, I love it!" To Shiny, Shayla said, "Can we keep her?"

Shiny looked quizzically at the girl, then at Shayla, "What? You mean like a pet?"

Shayla squealed with delight, "Yes, like a pet. Exactly that. Can we keep her?"

"Hmmmm," Shiny sighed, "I suppose the first question is, does she want to be kept as a pet." Shiny looked at the girl. "Well, girl. Do you want to be Shayla's pet? If you say yes, she'll do all that crazy stuff to you that you've seen us do."

The girl's eyes grew bright and wide, "Oh ... my ... god." She turned to Shayla, "You'd do all that crazy shit to me?"

Shayla was smiling big and wide, and she said, "That, and a whole lot worse!"

The girl giggled, suddenly shy. "Oh. My. God."

Shiny asked, "Well, girl. Answer the question. Do you want to be Shayla's pet or not?"

The girl blurted out, "Yes, god yes! Please!"

Shayla clapped her hands eagerly like a schoolgirl just presented with a new puppy.

"How old are you?" Shiny asked.

"Nineteen," the girl said. "I've lived in the village all my life and I've always dreamed of shit like this ... but I've never seen the stuff you two do."

"Well, girl, what do we call you?" Shiny asked.

"Mer..." the girl replied.

"No, no, no!" Shayla interrupted, pouting. "Her name is Pet. It's just Pet. That's her name!"

Shiny looked at the girl. "Last chance ... Pet. Say your name is Pet, and you're stuck with it, and with doing everything she says, no matter what it is. Everything. So, say your name, or leave now, nothing bad will happen to you."

The girl nodded. "Pet. My name is Pet."

"Don't feel bad," Shiny said, "My name is Shiny."

The girl's eyebrows furrowed, looked at Shayla, then back at Shiny. "Really?"

Shiny replied, "Yep. Shiny."

"Wow," the girl said. "That's totally awesome!"

Shayla giggled loudly, slapped her knees and said, "It is, isn't it! Okay, okay, okay. Time to get serious, here, Pet. Rules first."

Pet nodded. "Okay. What are the rules?"

"Well, rule number one," Shayla said, "is I make the rules and you follow them no matter what. Rule number two is I make the rules up as I go along, so that means that you do what I say, whenever I say it, no matter what. You get that, Pet?"

"Yes, Mistress," Pet replied, nodding.

Shayla squealed with delight again, "Oooooooo! Already caught onto the whole Mistress thing! Yay! Okay, okay, so you get that. Always call me Mistress. You can call Shiny, well ... Shiny. Nothing else though. No 'Chancellor' or 'Your Excellency' or any of that shite. Just Shiny. But you normally shouldn't talk anyway, unless I ask you too. Got that?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Mmm, yeah, yeah. Okay, okay. Next ... Pets don't wear clothes! Ever! Got that? Why would a pet wear clothes? They don't need them. They're pets, see!"

"I think you mean indoors," Shiny said. "Outside, we aren't really allowed to have people as pets. Or to have people walk around naked. I think, outside, we'll have to let her wear clothes. And we call her our handmaiden."

Shayla nodded, "Right, right. See," she said looking at the girl, then pointing to Shiny, "We always have Shiny here to make sure no one, you know, puts us in prison or anything like that. For breaking the Outside rules. Well, cuz, Outside, Shiny even makes most of the rules. But Inside, I make the rules. So we can have all the fun we want, but you know, not go to prison and such like. So, inside, you are Pet and you are naked all the time. Outside, not so much, yeah?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Shayla waited. Then she said, "Well, get about it. I haven't got all day. Get naked, Pet!"

The girl nodded, shocked. She had just been acquiescing to everything in a daze. Now she realized it was real, and she had to comply. She stood up from the floor, and shyly, she stripped off her top, her pants, and her underclothes. Self-consciously she covered her breasts and vulva.

Shayla went right to her and put her arms down at her sides, "Uh uh, none of that. Pets aren't afraid of being naked, Pets are just naturally naked. Like you are now. Never cover yourself. Plus, why would you," Shayla said, standing back, looking her up and down, then showing her off to Shiny, "look at this. Fucking beautiful is what it is. And look at that pussy ... fucking bald. Shaved bare as a baby's ass. Speaking of ass, let's have a look there, shall we?" She rotated the girl around, showing off her shapely, plump but perfectly tight and curvy little ass. "Oh my god, yum," Shayla said. "I bet the little hole is just as fucking pretty," and with that, she bent the girl over, and then spread her butt cheeks. Sure enough, there was a creamy little white-pink pucker of a hole in the middle of all that creamy white flesh. "Ooooo, yummy yum yum," Shayla said, kneeling down behind the girl. Without ceremony, she stuck her tongue into the young girl's ass. Pet squealed, but Shayla just held her hips pulled toward her face and she vigorously tongue fucked the girl's asshole for a couple of minutes, the girl going crazy, moaning, getting into it, rubbing her butt back and forth, back and forth to take the tongue in deeper and faster.

Pulling her mouth away, Shayla stood up, saying "Oh yeah, that's perfect. She loves it. Here, Shiny, taste..." and she pointed to the girl's ass.

Shiny got down on her own knees, and repeated what Shayla had just done. She furiously tongue-fucked the girl's little anus to the sounds of Pet's moans and pants. Like Shayla, she kept it up for several minutes before surfacing.

"Mmmm, see?" Shayla said. "Yummy delicious. Shiny's ass tastes like fucking heaven. Pet's ass tastes like heaven also. See? Shiny, fucking heaven. Pet, heaven also. That's the way it is. Fucking heaven and heaven also. Yummy delicious."

Shiny nodded, repeated, "Definitely. Yummy delicious. Heaven also."

"Mmmm, mmmm. Yes, yes," Shayla agreed again. Then, "Okay, next rule. Our Pet always has her ass filled." She smiled, nodding happily. "Yes, yes. That's it! Always. Make her even yummier back there. More lube-y, more open." With that, she went over to her Special Closet. She opened it, opened one of the long drawers in an armoire, humming. She found what she wanted, came back with a 3 inch long, 1 inch wide teardrop shaped butt plug. "We start with the littlest one, because, well, Pet needs to get used to her butt being always full up. Cuz butt plugs are, you know, hidden, Pet gets to wear them even on the Outside." She turned to Shiny, "Yes?"