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

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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.

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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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