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Three J's and an S Go Skiing - Day 3, Part 2

By The Technician

BDSM   FFF/F        D/s  /  Mild  /  Exhibitionism  /  Consensual Slavery  /
F/F  /  Snow  /  Cold  /  Humiliation / Electro-sex / Spanking

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Four young college girls on a skiing vacation have to find other things to do
when an excess ofnew snow traps them in their cabin.  This is the fourth in
this series and describes an interesting day of skiing on almost deserted
slopes.  It might make more sense if you have read "Three J's and an S Go
Skiing, Day1  & Day 2," and definitely makes more sense if you have read "Three
J's and an S Go Skiing, Day 3, Part 1."

For the most part, the stories in this series are pretty mild.

If you are looking for heavy duty stuff, try one of my other story series.

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WARNING!  All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY.
Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content.  All people and
events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is
purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and
should not be attempted in real life.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between
fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal
territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please
stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first
century.

Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment
of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article.
This story is copyright (c) 2013 by The Technician Technician666@Gmail.Com.  

Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for
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The six sat around the table as if they were three couples - Kevin and Julie,
Ron and Judy, and Joan and Sara.  After they had finished dinner, Sara asked,
"Would anyone like any dessert?"

Julie said to Kevin, "I think we should wait until later for some desert."

Judy poked Ron and said, "Yeah, I'll give you your dessert later, too."

Ron laughed, Kevin blushed slightly, and Julie turned bright red.  "That's not
what I meant," she stammered.  I just thought we could spend some time out on
the heated deck for a while before we ate... No, I mean I'm full for now but
would have room for something later...  I mean... "

Judy rolled her eyes.  Joan said with a laugh, "Julie, when you get to the
bottom of the hole, quit digging."

"Then I guess we are ready to go out on the deck for a while," interjected
Sara.  "You guys go on out and I will clean up the kitchen.  I'll take the
empty bottles back out to the case and join you in a little while."

Ron and Kevin went over to the bedrooms to change into their robes.  Joan went
out onto the deck, shed her robe, and walked down into the hot tub.  Judy
dropped her robe on one of the chairs and joined her.  Julie, however, pulled
her robe tight around her, sat down in one of the chairs and said, "I'll wait
for Kevin here."

"Is Julie getting shy?" asked Judy?

Joan leaned in closer to her and answered quietly, "Maybe she is seriously
attracted to Kevin and doesn't want to blow it and ruin the relationship."

"I'm seriously attracted to Ron," replied Judy, "But I think that if I blow it,
it will strengthen the relationship."

"You two!" snapped Julie.  "Just because I don't throw myself at a man cunt
first, it doesn't mean that I'm shy or sexually repressed."

"I've never tried that," snorted Judy,"I'm definitely going to have to try that
some day."

Julie was frowning with her arms crossed, and Joan and Judy were laughing
heavily as Ron and Kevin came out onto the deck.  "Did I miss something?" asked
Ron.

"No," stuttered Judy through her laughter, "I haven't tried it yet."

Julie groaned loudly.  Both Judy and Joan relapsed into fits of laughter.

Ron looked at Kevin and shrugged his shoulders.  Sara, walking up behind them
said, "Just pretend you are on a roller coaster."

"What?" said Kevin.

"Trying to keep up with The Three J's is like riding a big roller coaster.  It
can get fast and sometimes it can get scary, but as long as it doesn't go too
far off track, the best thing is to just relax and enjoy the ride."

In response, Judy and Joan both raised their hands above their heads like they
were at the top of a roller coaster hill and then both yelled loudly and,
mimicking the bouncing of a roller coaster,  submerged themselves beneath the
water as they went "down hill."

"I don't do real well on roller coasters," muttered Kevin.

"Then you just sit this ride out," answered Julie from behind him.  "I'm more
of a merry-go- round person myself."

As Kevin turned to sit with Julie, Joan and Judy both bounced slowly up and
down in the water mimicking riding carrousel horses.  Julie stuck out her
tongue at them. 

"I'm from Ohio," said Ron, "and I've ridden The Maverick at Cedar Point and the
Son of the Beast at King's Island.... never threw up.... never peed myself...
and I kept getting back in line to ride again.  You can't scare me."

With that he set his robe on one of the chairs and slipped into the water with
Joan and Judy.

"Be with you in a minute," said Sara as she walked down the steps carrying an
empty bottle.  The Three J's paid no attention to her, but Ron and Kevin both
watched her walk barefoot and naked through the snow to place the empty in the
case and then return to the deck.  She went inside and shortly returned with
another empty for a second trip out into the snow.  A third and fourth trip
with an empty bottle followed.

After returning to the deck from her fourth trip, Sara asked, "Would anyone
like more wine?"

A chorus of "Yes" greeted her.

"Be right back," she chirped and went for a fifth time back out into the snow.
When she got to the buried boxes, she dug with her hands until she had released
the top box.  After setting it on top of  the snow, she bent down and pulled
open the lower case.  In a few minutes she was once again coming up the steps
to the deck, this time carrying a full bottle of wine which was pressed tightly
to one of her nipples.

Ron watched her walk into the house with the bottle and asked, "How is she not
in a constant state of hypothermia?"

"She has an intense inner fire," answered Joan.

"And Joan is her favorite fireman," giggled Judy.

Ron shook his head and said, "This is definitely an interesting roller coaster
ride." 

"I think we are going to check out the Carousel," said Julie as she got up from
her chair.  Sara was just coming out onto the deck with a tray of wine.  Julie
grabbed two full glasses off the tray, held one out to Kevin, and asked, "You
coming?"

Judy started to say something, but the intense glare from Julie silenced her,
so instead she and Joan went back to mimicking riding horses on a
merry-go-round.

Sara handed glasses of wine to Judy, Joan, and Ron and set her glass on the
edge of the hot tub.  Then she set the tray on one of the low tables and
carefully set her collar in the middle of it.  Finally, she walked down into
the hot tub and sat next to Joan.  As she did, Judy slid closer to Ron and
leaned her head against his shoulder.

The four of them talked about the events of the day as they drank their wine.
As the glasses were growing empty, Ron asked Sara a couple of questions about
her "snow thing," but she seemed a little distracted in her answers.  The
distraction probably had something to do with the fact that one of Joan's hand
was rubbing up and down the insides of her thighs, with her fingers grazing the
entrance to her slit each time the hand passed over the top.  Judy's hand went
under the water and soon Ron was also showing a great deal of distraction.

When Sara started moaning softly, Joan said, "I think it's time that Sara and I
went downstairs and gave you two some privacy.  You have the whole deck and
backyard to yourselves."

Sara gave one of her lopsided grins and said, "You could try a coolie to see if
you like it."

Joan added, "Or maybe even a hottie."

"What's a coollie?" asked Judy.

"A quickie in a snow bank," answered Sara with a deep giggle.

"Then's what's a hottie?" asked Ron

Joan looked down at the water and then at Judy who had turned and straddled
Ron's legs and was sliding up onto his lap.  "Oh," he said.

Sara pointed toward the end of the deck.  "Somebody has to get out of the water
about every half hour to push the white button, or the bubbles stop and the
water gets cooler."

"Don't worry," answered Judy.  "We will keep the water hot and agitated."

"See you in the morning," replied Joan as she picked up her robe and walked
inside.  Sara picked up her collar and followed Joan down into the basement.

When they got downstairs, Joan asked, "You want to go with separate bedrooms,
or do you want to share one?"

Joan pointed back and forth between the bedroom doors.  Sara got that puppy dog
look on her face and replied, "Which bedroom is the Jurgensen's toy drawer in?"

"The one on the right," answered Joan.  "Let me show you where they keep the
key."

With Sara following her, she opened the door to the area under the deck and
stepped down onto the concrete floor.  Then she turned around and pointed at
the wall area above the door.  There were six key hooks each labeled with a
number.  "The Jurgensen's drawer is drawer number four."

"Mandy's and Sandy's drawer," said Joan, pointing to the one empty hook, "is
drawer number three, except it's not really a drawer any more.  It's more of a
little closet.  I've always wondered what they keep in there, but no one has
been able to find the key, so they must take it with them."

"I think I might know where that key is," said Sara, her eyes opening wide in
sudden recognition of something.  "When we were pulling all that snow in here
the other night, we moved a couple of things out of the way, including that
strange bench... or table... or whatever it is.  I set it on its end to push it
back behind the hot tub and when I pushed it, a little slide opened on the
bottom side of it.  There was a key in there."

Joan went over to the bench and set it up on end.  "Push right there," said
Sara, pointing to an odd looking knot in the wood.  

Joan pushed and a small cavity popped open.  There was a key inside that was
very similar to the keys which hung above the door.  "Lets leave that
exploration for another day," said Joan.  "I think the contents of the
Jurgensen's toy drawer will more than keep us busy tonight."

Both girls came back inside and went into the bedroom.  "Let's see what we have
here," said Joan as she unlocked the drawer and opened it.  The drawer
contained an impressive variety of chains, cuffs, whips, dildos and other toys
which Joan began laying out on the bed.

"What is that?" asked Sara, as Joan placed a torpedo-shaped object with wires
trailing from it on the bed.

"It's a dildo, silly," Joan replied.  "Or an anal plug.  It's shaped so it
could be used for either.  I thought you were familiar with those things."

"Not that plug in," answered Sara.  "And what are the metal strips on the sides
of it for."

"Just a minute," said Joan as she rummaged through the drawer.  A few moments
later she lay a small black box and several other devices with wires trailing
from them on the bed.  The box had four knobs on the front and two on the top.
There were also two openings on the top that looked like they were small
headphone jacks.  "This plugs in here," she said as she connected the wires
from the dildo to the control box. 

Holding up three, small circular bands an inch or so in diameter she set them
aside and said, "We won't be needing these."

When Sara asked "Why?" she held the bands up by their wires and answered, "Just
what part of your body would go through these donuts?"  Then holding up a small
curved cup with a long metal tube sticking out of it she added, "And what part
of a man's body would this be for?"

"Oh," giggled Sara.  She picked up a set of clamps with wires trailing from
them and said.  "I have a pretty good idea what part of the body these are
intended for - at least on a woman."

"And these are for anywhere," said Joan as she held up several sets of stick-on
electrode pads.  Holding up the box, she added, "It looks like you can use any
two at one time."

"Four," countered Sara, holding up a second, slightly different control box.

"Let's see," mused Joan.  "We have several different types of paddles, two
floggers, a whip, a couple of different blindfolds, a ring gag, two ball gags,
some soft, black rope, leather cuffs, and.... eight lengths of chain with clips
on both ends."  She looked around the walls and ceiling and said, "Nope." Under
the bed, another "Nope." 

Joan walked out into the larger room and looked around at the floor and walls
and ceiling.  "Aha," she finally shouted.  "Sara, bring me those chains,
please."

Sara brought the chains out to her and Joan pulled a chair over to under one of
the beams that ran across the ceiling of the large room.  There were five,
large beams spaced about three feet apart with equally large beams supporting
them on both the inside and outer walls.   "These cabins were originally
designed with these beams holding up the deck so the area under them would be
totally clear with no posts.  There was supposed to be patio doors going out
into the back yard under the deck.  It only took one winter for them to figure
out that patio doors at ground level were not a good idea in an area that got
eight to twelve feet of snow on a regular basis.  They changed their plans
before they built this cabin, but still used a cantilevered deck.  After the
original owner installed a hot tub, he closed in the deck anyway and put
additional support posts under it, but the beams are still here.  And it looks
like the Jurgensens - or Sandy and Mandy - have taken advantage of that."

Joan took one of the shorter chains from Sara and clipped it to a large, black
eyebolt that was screwed into the overhead beam.  Soon four chains were hanging
from the beams.  Joan then attached the longer chains to eyebolts that were
screwed into the support beams right at floor level.  "Since Mr and Mrs
Jurgensen couldn't both be chained up at the same time, the second set of
eyebolts must be an addition by Sandy and Mandy.  Come to think of it, Mom said
something once about her sisters and the Jurgensens sharing weeks together up
here.  I wonder if it was Sandy and Mandy chained here or the Jurgensens?"

"Tonight it will be me," whispered Sara as she stood under the beam, lifted up
her arms, and then spread her legs as wide as they would go."

"Go get the cuffs," ordered Joan, "and I will string you up."

Sara ran back into the bedroom and returned with two small and two large
leather cuffs.  The cuffs were padded on the inside with what looked like real
sheep's wool.  "These aren't dishwasher safe," said Joan, "as she wrapped the
cuffs around Sara's wrists and ankles.  Two inch wide Velcro straps held the
cuffs firmly in place.

"Arms first," said Joan and Sara raised her arms above her head.  Joan clipped
the chains to D rings on the cuffs.  "Now the legs," and Sara spread her legs
wide.  

"Hmmm," muttered Joan.  "Too long... unless.... ah, yes.  These are double
ended clips.  I have the chains backwards.  I should have the adjustable clip
at the wall."  She then reversed the floor chains and again clipped them to
Sara's ankles.  "Let me see how tight we can get those," she asked herself as
she pulled on the chain and moved the double-ended clip in several links. After
she had done that to both chains, Sara said, "I think that is tight enough.  I
can feel it pulling my legs wider than I want."

"Which means that you can't close your legs at all and I can do whatever I want
between your legs and you can't stop me."  Joan reached up and rubbed Sara
between the legs.  Sara sighed and closed her eyes.  Her nipples darkened and
her sex began to glisten.

"So, what should I use on you?"

"Do I have a choice," asked Sara.

"Not really," answered Joan, "But I'm open to suggestions."

"I've never tried electro-sex," said Sara.  "I've read a little about it, but
never tried it."

"Electro-sex it is, then."  Joan went back into the bedroom and returned with
the two control boxes and a handful of the accessories.  Each of the boxes had
a fabric belt on it.  Joan wrapped one of the belts around Sara's waist so that
the control box was in the center of her back.

Holding up a set of black plastic nipple clamp contacts, she said, "I think you
know where these go," and then clipped one to each of Sara's stiff nipples. She
then led the leads over Sara's shoulder and plugged them into the box.

"Here is our all purpose torpedo," said Joan with a sly grin.  "First we have
to lube it up."

Sara's eyes widened.  "Yes, it's going back there," whispered Joan into Sara's
ear.  "But even if it were going up front, I would still lube it.  The lube
helps conduct electricity, and we want goooood electrical contact."

Sara grunted slightly as Joan wiggled the torpedo into her and then pulled the
wire forward between her legs and over her shoulder to plug it into the control
box.

"Let's test what we have so far," said Joan, and she turned one of the dials on
the box.  Nothing happened.  "Shit," muttered Joan as she opened the battery
compartment.  "Oh well," she said to Sara, "There are always a bunch of nine
volt batteries in the drawer up in the kitchen."  As she started up the stairs,
she added to herself, "And if there aren't, I'm taking them out of the fire
alarms."

A few moments later Joan returned carrying four batteries.  "One for each box
and a spare for later," she explained to Sara.   Sara could feel Joan moving
the control box and inserting the battery.  Then her nipples started to tingle.

"That's the lowest setting," said Joan.

The tingle became a sting.  "That's about one third."

The sting began to change in frequency and fade in and out on a regular cycle.
"There are all sorts of controls I could play with here, but I think I will
just keep the frequency the same and have it fade in and out."   Sara began to
moan softly.

"And this is the butt plug," said Joan.  "What you will feel there is mainly
your muscles clenching down on the electrode.  I can run that one pretty far up
without it being painful."

Sara suddenly felt like the butt plug was fucking her.  It wasn't moving, but
the sensations as her anal sphincter tightened and released were almost like it
were moving in and out.

"This one is definitely a female only device," said Joan as she held up the
clear piece of curved plastic with two strips of metal on it and a long metal
tube sticking out from it.  She lubed it, including smearing some of the lube
across the metal strips, and pressed it into Sara until it was tight against
her pussy lips.  She tied it securely in place like a thong bikini bottom.  The
two metal strips curved together at the top and just missed being directly over
Sara's clit.

Joan connected the wires to the other tens unit and set it to three.  Sara
began to squirm and twist in her bonds, and soon was grunting and moaning
loudly.  "Tell me if this gets too intense," said Joan.  Remember your safe
word is  summertime.'"

"No," grunted Sara.  "I don't want a safe word tonight.  Gag me or something so
I can't say it.  I want to totally put my trust in you and let you take me past
my limits.  I know you won't permanently hurt me.  I want to know how far I can
go."

"Are you sure?" asked Joan.

"Yes," answered Sara.  "Yes!  Do it!  Gag me and take me as far as you want.  I
give myself totally to you."

"OK.  If that's what you really want."  Joan suddenly realized that the thought
of Sara being totally under her control like this was causing her nipples to
tighten and her slit to moisten.  She took a deep breath and went back into the
bedroom.

Joan came back with a red ball gag.  "Open up," she said and inserted it in
Sara's mouth, making sure that the safety air hole was not blocked.

"Close your eyes," she said and slid a black blindfold over Sara's eyes.  Sara
began swaying and moaning almost immediately.

What Sara could not now see was that Joan had slipped an identical vaginal
stimulation cup on herself and was attaching it to the same tens unit which she
now had belted around her own waist.

"Let's turn things up a little shall we," she said as she reached for the
control box on Sara's waist.  Joan turned up the anal plug to maximum.  Sara
took several very deep breaths as she accustomed herself to the intense
sensations from her anal sphincter.  Joan then turned the nipple clamps up a
couple of clicks.

"Ugh, Ugh, Ugh," responded Sara as the tens unit rose and fell through its
cycle.  The "ugh's" changed to continuous "aaaah's" when Joan turned the
control up further and to "eeee's" when the control reached maximum.  Sara's
hips began to thrust and grind as her inner fire rapidly caught up with the
outer pain.

Joan turned the cunt-stim plate up several notches.  Sara's thrust and grind
became more frantic and sweat began to pour from her body.  Her head was thrown
back and she was thrashing it from side to side.

Joan picked up a long leather covered wooden paddle and met Sara's movements
with a solid thwack on her ass as she thrust her hips backwards.  Sara's
"eeee's" became "iiiii's."  To give Joan better access, she stood on her
tiptoes and began raising her ass up as she pushed back before thrusting
forward. 

Soon it was a ballet of pain as the electro-stims pulsed and Joan swung and
Sara pushed and together they began climbing that explosive mountain toward an
extreme orgasm.

Suddenly Sara went totally stiff and screamed loudly behind her gag, her arms
quivering wildly in their chains.  Joan dropped the paddle, reached to the tens
unit on her belt and turned both controls to maximum.  At the same time she
grabbed Sara from the front and thrust her body against her.  She was two or
three inches taller than Sara when they were both standing straight upright,
and with Sara's legs spread like they were, she had to bend her knees slightly
between Sara's legs so that her pussy plate slammed against Sara's and her
breasts and nipples pressed exactly against the shorter girl's.

Joan gasped as she felt the pulsing of Sara's nipple clamps which were now in
contact with her own nipples.  She reached up and tore off Sara's blindfold and
gag and crushed her mouth with her own.  With no gag Sara was very loud and
Joan was not much quieter as they crashed through a first, second, third and
finally a fourth orgasm, each more intense than the previous.

As the fourth orgasm finally began to fade, the pulses started to become
painful and Joan reached down to the tens unit on her belt and opened the
battery compartment.  The battery fell to the floor and the pulses stopped. She
reached behind Sara and did the same with her control unit.

Joan stood clinging to Sara.  Both were trembling with the after energy of what
had just occurred.  After several moments, Joan reached up and released Sara's
hands.  Sara collapsed against her and Joan lowered her to the floor.  After
she released Sara's feet, she helped her stand back up.

"Do you want some wine?" asked Joan.

Sara shook her head no.

"Do you need to go out in the snow?"

Sara laughed and said, "I'd melt it."  Then she turned and looked directly into
Joan's eyes to say, "Just take me to bed and hold me.  I think our fires joined
together tonight."

Joan said nothing.  She just held Sara by the waist to steady her and guided
her back into the bedroom.

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   END OF DAY THREE, Part 2

   The saga of "The Three J's and an S" WILL continue.
   They will be at the cabin for several more days, 
     and they have another year and a half of college.
   A lot can happen in 10 days and even more in 18 months.

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