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Chapter 101
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
Amy was quietly sitting on the steps, her bare body shaking a bit, her
bound hands resting on her knees. She looked up as I walked in.
I crouched beside her. Her face was a mask of fear.
"How are you doing?" I asked her gently.
Tears sprang to her eyes, but she forced herself to continue looking
into my face. "I. I hurt. Down there."
"I know, sweetheart. I know. It will begin to fade soon."
"I didn't know. Honestly. I didn't think. I don't want to be punished
like that ever again. I. I'll do whatever you want. You know that. I
screwed up, but I'll try to behave. Please. Don't whip me there again?
Please?" She was softly crying. Not sure whether it was the residual
pain or the realization that she was completely a captive. That she
didn't have her former freedoms. That I still could hurt her if she
didn't obey.
I gently touched her bare shoulder. She looked back up at me with
bloodshot eyes.
"Please. Let me go? I can't do this much longer."
"Amy. Sweety. You are doing fine. The pain will be gone tomorrow, and
I'm not going to put you through anything else tonight. Maybe just
help in the kitchen. That's all." I gently wiped the tears from her
cheeks.
She forced herself to stop crying. Sniffling.
"I don't have to have sex with you? Nothing?"
I almost laughed. "Could you have sex with me?"
She shook her head numbly. I knew that I could have forced her, but
after the treatment between her legs this afternoon, I suspect she'd
be in a bit of discomfort. I wasn't going to force her anyway.
Christi and Jane walked in with their arms full of groceries. Carrying
as much as they could. Jane particularly having trouble with her bound
wrists.
"Guess I should be helping them," Amy spoke quietly.
I nodded. "But before you go, tell Christi to start making something
for supper. You help her as much as you can. Alright? I'll come back
and make sure you are doing alright."
I reached forward and gently picked up Amy's hands by the connecting
chain. I unlocked her wrists. She sat still and idly rubbed her
wrists, making to get back to her bare feet.
"It was nice of you to let them have clothes."
"They won't be in them long."
"Still. I hope that you'll let me wear something soon. I'd really like
that."
"If you behave, we'll see."
Her eyes teared. "Would you have let me wear something, like them, if
I hadn't fucked up with Kara and Julie?"
"Perhaps. But don't worry yourself. Jane was lucky. I hadn't planned
on dressing her at all. Probably not. I like you too much nude."
"They are gorgeous in those clothes."
They had emerged from the kitchen and were making their way back down
to the cart again.
"I know. You don't think I'd let them look dumpy, do you?"
"I guess not," she actually cracked a smile.
As Christi and Jane passed us, she stepped down and joined them. She
seemed a bit more relaxed. Perhaps knowing that her punishment was
actually over. That I wasn't going to be putting her in more pain
tonight. At last nothing she wouldn't be able to handle. It wouldn't
have been wise to continue it anyway. She would have gone beyond the
corrective stage, and perhaps into the insanity stage. Despite her new
vitality, I could see her still wincing as her welts made themselves
known as she walked. I couldn't imagine what she was going through.
But she'd be fine by tomorrow. She needed rest and a break from
punishment. To be a semi-normal girl for a while. Jane and Christi
were good company for her.
I slowly climbed the stairs and poked my head into the master bedroom.
There weren't any voices from the girls. Elizabeth had managed to turn
herself somehow more towards the bed. Her head was resting on the
carpet, her nude body still wrapped in the cruel bindings. Her bare
feet turned upwards connected to her bound wrists. Sheila remained,
slightly more comfortable, tied spread on the bed. Her ankles bound
securely together, though by her position it appeared that she'd at
least struggled with the bindings.
Sheila looked asleep, her head resting to the right side, cradled by
her outstretched arm.
I walked into the room and sat down beside Elizabeth. With her head
down, I couldn't tell if she was asleep as well. Though I couldn't
imagine being asleep.
"I thought I heard voices," she whispered. "I thought maybe I was
dreaming."
"I didn't know if you were awake."
"You think I could sleep like this?"
"You never know."
"You've obviously never been tied up like this before. You probably
have no concept of how much it hurts after a while."
"I'm sorry. I didn't intend to leave you this long."
My fingers began to release the knots in the ropes holding her body so
snugly. Having trouble with Jane's knots.
"I didn't think you were ever coming back. How long have I been in
this thing?"
"I actually lost track of the time. Probably five or six hours."
"Oh God. No wonder I hurt. My ankles. And my wrists. My back. You have
no idea."
"Relax. I'm letting you out."
"You know what I want even more than out?"
"What?"
"A drink of water and a hot bath. Just throw me in the way I am."
"The water I can get you. But I think I'll untie you for the bath."
"Oh God. Thank-you."
I left the woman bound and walked downstairs. The girls were in the
kitchen sliding food into the refrigerator and cupboards.
"How's it going?" I asked them as I drew two glasses of water. Sheila
was going to be thirsty as well.
"Almost done with the food," Jane replied from the refrigerator. "By
the way, what do you want this slave to be doing after she finishes
putting the food away? Help with dinner?"
"No. I want you to set up tonight's entertainment. Come upstairs and
see me after you've finished." Jane looked faintly worried at the
mention of entertainment, but continued whatever she was doing.
Christi spoke up from the other side of the room. "Anything in
particular you want for dinner?"
"Surprise me."
"Alright. But I don't want to be punished if you don't like it."
I smiled at her. "You better guess well. You know damn well you are
getting punished if I don't like it."
"Should I make the same for all of us? Or are us slaves having Kraft
dinner?"
I laughed. "Much as that sounds like a good idea, all of you girls
have been pretty busy today. Long day. Make a good meal for all of us.
Don't forget about Sheila."
Christi nodded, putting something away in a cupboard. Smiling that she
was at least going to get some of whatever she cooked.
I walked towards the exit. I turned at the last second.
"Christi?"
"Yes sir?"
"I don't want you to stain those clothes. If you are cooking anything
likely to spill, take them off first." She paled a bit. "Don't worry,
you can put them back on again afterwards. I won't be bothering you
but you really don't want to spill on them. Understand?" She nodded at
the implied threat. There wasn't a child on the planet that would be
more careful of spills. She might even strip to cook just to ensure
that she didn't spill on herself. Skin washes a lot easier than denim.
I left the girls in peace, making my way back upstairs. I ducked into
the bathroom and flipped on the bathtub, drawing a hot bath for
Elizabeth. The poor girl had suffered more than I'd intended and she
deserved some soothing for her muscles. Normally I wouldn't allow the
girls to bathe this way, preferring them to shower together, but this
was an exception. The tub looked big enough for two. Easily. I'd put
Sheila in there as well. Even though she hadn't had the strict bondage
to contend with, the hot water would probably soothe her bruises for
which I wasn't responsible.
I returned to the room. Sheila was awake, her eyes following me from
the bed.
"Oh God. I'm dry as a desert. That second one for me?" Sheila asked
hopefully from the bed. Her eyes glued to the glasses of water in my
hands.
"Elizabeth first, and then yes, you can have the second glass."
"Oh God. Elizabeth. You are going to let her go aren't you? She was in
such pain. I couldn't. Actually I could. Imagine."
"Yup. Next thing on my agenda. Can only do one thing at once."
Sheila smiled. "I'm sorry, master. Just anxious for her. I. Just
thought that you weren't aware of how long she's been tied like that,
or how much it hurts. And she said that she wasn't being punished."
I sat down beside Elizabeth again. She turned her head, spotting the
water.
"What does this slave have to do for her water?"
"Nothing, pet. All yours. No strings attached." I tilted the glass
towards her mouth. Her position made it very difficult to drink and
she managed to get more on the carpet than down her throat.
"Maybe you should wait until I free you?"
She was silent for a minute then she began to slowly lick at the
carpet where the water had spilled. I couldn't imagine her getting
much from that, but the sight made me rock hard. This bound nude woman
using her tongue on a carpet for her water.
I began to loosen the knots around her elbows. She gasped as her arms
began to fall out from the strict ropes. Her circulation returning to
parts of her that she had forgotten even existed. I managed to get her
wrists and ankles separated from each other. She almost screamed as
she unfolded her bare body. Straightening her legs for the first time
in hours. Tears welling up in her eyes. I moved down and unwrapped the
rope from about her ankles. Separating her bare feet. She cried out
again as she slowly spread her legs apart. The tops of her feet
scraping across the carpet. I began to work on her wrists. Finally
releasing them as well. She did scream as she moved her arms from
behind her back. The ropes had held them in position so long they had
cramped. She lay on her front, her legs slightly apart, her arms at
her sides, slowly flexing her fingers for a few minutes. Weeping with
the pain.
Keeping my eyes on her, I sat up on the bed beside Sheila. I tipped
the glass to her lips and she greedily drank. Finishing the entire
glass.
She whispered to me, "Can this slave beg to be untied. She's been here
so long and she wasn't as uncomfortable as Slave Elizabeth, but ..."
I looked into her eyes for a moment. "I'll let you go in a minute. I
want to talk to you."
She nodded. Not understanding why she had to be tied up for me to talk
to her, but accepting it because she had no real choice in the matter.
Elizabeth screamed again as she gathered her strength and managed to
get to her hands and knees.
"Oh God. It hurts."
"I know. I really hadn't intended it to. At least this much.
Honestly."
I crouched down beside the crying woman.
"It'll work itself out. In a few minutes."
"God I hope so. It feels like my whole fucking body fell asleep.
Please."
"I won't rush you. Let the circulation come back. I know it hurts,
sweety. Take it easy. Take your time. Let the blood flow back."
"If. You ever really want to punish someone. Leave her like that for
five or six hours. They'll do anything you want to get out. And no
marks."
I looked at her elbows, her ankles and her wrists. There were pretty
rope marks around each. Though I could already see them fading a bit,
but she was going to be sporting them for a few hours at least. I was
surprised that she wasn't bruised.
"Your wrists and ankles aren't even bruised," I pointed out to her.
"Yeah. You try moving in that thing. Christ. I could barely pull at
the ropes enough to bruise myself. It hurt to even breathe after a
while."
She managed to pull her abused body to its knees. She cried out again,
closing her eyes. Pain evident on her face. Finally she opened her
eyes again and looked at me. I tilted the remainder of her water up to
her lips. She took a deep breath and drank the fluid. Her throat
swallowing prettily. After she finished she licked her lips.
"Now what do I have to do for you?" she asked quietly.
"You feeling alright?"
"Sore as hell, but I'll do whatever you want. If you promise never to
put me in that again."
"How about take a bath for me?"
Her eyes registered complete confusion. The words not quite
registering in her mind.
"A bath? For you?"
"Alright. How about taking a steaming hot bath for yourself?"
"For me? What?"
"That bondage fog your brain?"
"Probably."
"I drew you a bath. It looked like you really needed one. Go soak."
"Oh my God. You are kidding." The words finally registered into her
tired and pain filled mind.
"If I hadn't forgotten about you so long, I wouldn't have let you have
a bath. Shower, perhaps. But I suspect that this is the only way that
you are going to be remotely coherent tonight. If I let you have a
soothing bath. Now scat."
She smiled and leaned forward on her knees. Crying, but not in
humiliation and pain anymore. She gave me a huge hug. Pressing her
bare body against me and gasping with the pain her muscles caused as
she did.
"A girl couldn't ask for a better master. I don't believe you drew me
a bath." Her face full of wonder. Like a child. Getting a gift that
she never expected but loved.
"Get outta here, or I'm going to go pull the drain plug."
She grinning and fought her way to her bare feet. Swaying and
grimacing in pain. She limped to the door and turned one last time.
"I didn't think I'd ever be free of those ropes. Thank-you for not
leaving me in them longer. And the bath."
"Git!"
She scrambled out into the hallway as fast as her sore legs could take
her. I listened for a moment until I heard her splash into the water
next door. Heard the water I'd left running turned off. I leaned back
on my hands. Just sitting on the floor, thinking.
A soft voice brought me out of my reverie.
"M-master?"
I turned to look up at the bed. Sheila's wide eyes were looking down
at me sitting on the floor.
"If you don't want to be disturbed, I'll be quiet."
I rose to my feet and dragged a chair over, sat down facing the bound
bare girl.
"It's alright." I traced a finger down her left side, causing her to
wince. The bruise didn't look any better than this morning.
"You wanted to talk to me before you released me? You are going to
untie me, right?" Her face was hopeful.
"Yeah. How are you doing? Still tender over here."
"It still hurts. I'm not surprised. But I can take it. I can do
whatever you want with me."
I smiled. "You are eager to please."
"You are going easy on me and I almost feel guilty."
"You have got to be joking."
"I feel like you are taking out whatever you were going to do with me
on the other girls. It's not fair. I can do whatever you need from me.
Sex even."
"Relax. I'm not taking out anything on the other girls. And I just
want you to get better. Get rest, for now."
"Thank you. Is that all you wanted from me?"
"Someday I'm going to have to find out what really happened to you
here. I'm interested."
"I'll be happy to tell you. I don't mind. Mayer made me tell him about
it for thrills. Describe the last days tortures in minute detail for
his amusement."
"I'm just curious. It's not really for titillation."
I began to loosen the knots around her ankles. Releasing her. She drew
up her knees as I released her wrists from the rope holding her body
to the bed. As her wrists came free she pulled them in and shook them
out.
She smiled up at me. "Thanks. I was getting tired of that position."
"You sore as well?"
"A little. Being tied up in the same position is hard on the muscles.
Even in a relatively comfortable position. Elizabeth really was in a
lot more pain that I was because of that."
"I hadn't intended that."
"Obviously you can do whatever you want with us. But its just
something to be aware of. It's probably more appropriate for a
punishment, is all."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"She didn't complain too much about it while you were gone. I would
have been cursing you."
"If you are sore, you can go join Elizabeth in the bathtub. Tons of
room for two in there."
"Can I take one alone? Later?"
"I don't think there will be time." I wasn't about to let her bathe
alone anyway. If she managed to get a hold of a knife or razor, that
could be it. I simply didn't know her well enough to allow her to do
anything dangerous on her own.
"Alright. I'd love a hot bath. And I like Elizabeth. Important to like
the person you bathe with." She grinned. I idly wondered what these
two talked about in my absence.
I took her hand and pulled her up. She winced at the pain in her face
and side as she rose. I walked with her to the bathroom.
Elizabeth was stretched out under the water. Her head back against the
porcelain. She looked up as we entered. Her body was visible beneath
the clear water. Her arms floating. Bare breasts just under the water
as she laid back. She made no move to cover herself. She smiled up at
us.
"This feels so absolutely wonderful. I could stay in here forever."
"Room for Sheila?"
"Of course." Elizabeth pulled her legs back a bit, bending them until
her knees broke out of the deep water. Sheila daintily stepped into
the water at the other end, gasping as the hot water caressed her
lower legs. She inched herself into the water. Her skin reddening with
the heat. Almost crying out as her crotch lowered into the steamy
water. Finally she settled and the two girls entwined their legs.
Completely unselfconscious. Comfortable with each other.
I sat up on the counter and just watched the two nude beauties
relaxing until Jane walked in.
Chapter 102
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
"You finished with putting everything away?"
"Yup. Just these left." Her hands were full of toiletries.
Toothbrushes, toothpaste, hair clips, make up. That sort of thing. She
dumped them on the counter and straightened them up. The short chain
between her wrists hampering her. But she knew better than to
complain.
Sheila opened her eyes as she heard Jane's voice.
"Holy shit!" she exclaimed from the tub. "He let you dress? That thing
is gorgeous. What? Where? Oh my God. When he dresses you up, he
dresses you up."
Jane almost laughed. Her voice raised in mocking. "Holy shit! He let
you take a bath? Actually ... you don't have any idea what a privilege
that is."
Elizabeth opened her eyes. Smiling. "I got about five minutes in here
*alone*," she boasted.
Jane's eyes widened. She crouched beside the tub. Her bare feet
contrasting against the evening gown as she leaned forward on her
toes. She gently pulled Elizabeth's arm out of the water and traced
the rope marks.
I heard her whisper to Elizabeth. "I'm truly sorry, Liz. I didn't want
to tie you up like that. God. It must have hurt."
"It did, sweety. Don't sweat it. I know you didn't want to do it. I
know who to blame." She threw a withering look my way. "I'm alright
now. This bath is wonderful."
Jane rose to her feet. Looked at Sheila. "You alright? How's the
bruises?"
"They still ache. But Elizabeth is right. This bath is wonderful. I
could stay in it all day."
"And become a prune," I interjected. "You can stay in there for a
while, and then both of you get ready for supper. Okay?"
They both nodded. I motioned Jane over to my seat on the counter. She
walked over, head bowed.
I released her hands. She was the last girl to be wearing fetters. And
I needed her free. I told her what she had to do, and her eyes lit up.
"You're kidding," was her only response.
"Don't let any of the others know. And tell them to keep out of that
room."
"Alright. I can't believe you are going to let us do this."
"Enjoy. Go get it set up, then help Christi and Amy in the kitchen.
Set up the dining room. There's room for six there, right?"
"Room for twelve."
"Good. None of you will have to be on the floor."
"I can't believe you care."
"You want to argue, or get going?"
She scampered out, her gown flowing around her body as she left.
"What the heck was that all about?" Elizabeth asked lazily from the
water.
"You'll find out. Now, I'm going to relax before dinner. You two can
stay in there for another fifteen minutes. Then out. I don't want you
pruned for dinner. Dry off and then come to the master bedroom.
Understand?"
"Yup." Both girls answered together. Dreamily. Relaxed. They had
better not fall asleep in there. They really weren't going to like
their punishment if they disobeyed. This was not the night to disobey.
Jane knew why.
My eyes wandered to the counter where Jane had arranged all the
toiletries. The extra jewelry was sitting there. Two anklets, a
bracelet and a necklace. All diamonds. Christi had probably given them
to her and she'd forgotten to mention it in her excitement.
I turned just as I was about to leave. "Oh. And girls?" They turned
towards me. Elizabeth arched her neck to see. "There's a present for
each of you on the counter. Actually two each. Share them and I don't
want to see you without them. Okay?"
Elizabeth craned her neck up to see onto the counter. But she was far
too small to allow this maneuver. The gifts were safely hidden at the
back of the counter. She relaxed back into the water. Content that
she'd find out what her present was later. Pretty sure she wasn't
going to like it anyway. Especially if it was something she had to
keep with her. I smiled as I saw her mind working. Probably thought it
was nipple clamps or something. She was in for a pleasant surprise.
I walked back to the master bedroom. Alone for the first time in a
long time. I lay back on the bed. It was still warm from Sheila's body
heat. I fingered the ropes that had held her, wondering what it would
be like to be restrained for so long. Unable to free yourself.
Vulnerable. Naked.
I leaned my head back and relaxed. No girls to worry about. The
silence only broken by the occasional sharp sound as something was
dropped in the kitchen and the soft murmur of Sheila and Elizabeth
softly talking in their bath. I closed my eyes. Just listening to the
silence. Enjoying it. Quiet.
I heard the girls get out of the bath. The water splashed and the
vibrations of their bodies as they moved around the bathroom. I could
hear the faint sounds of the hot bath water draining from the tub and
the girls drying off. I heard them as they entered the bedroom. Unsure
what to do. I could sense them as they moved to the center of the room
and just knelt. Unsure if they should wake me up. Or just kneel
quietly until I woke and gave them further instructions. Neither
particularly wanted to guess wrong.
I opened my eyes and hitched myself up on the bed, saving them the
decision. Glanced over. They were kneeling in the middle of the
carpet. Quietly watching my movements. I could see that their fingers
were pruned the way they were kneeling with the palms of their hands
upturned on their naked thighs. Legs together. Elizabeth had chosen
the necklace and Sheila was wearing the diamond bracelet on her left
wrist. Presumably both were wearing the anklets. Even though I
couldn't see, their feet were probably pruned too. Their skin almost
glowed, in that way women's skin glows after a bath. I could watch
them all day, kneeling there.
Elizabeth spoke softly. "I'm not sure if I'm allowed to speak, but
thank you for the gifts. They. Are beautiful. I wasn't expecting
that."
"What were you expecting?"
"I don't know. Knowing you, maybe some nipple clamps, or a new
vibrator, or platinum handcuffs. I don't know. But thank-you. Did you
pick them out?"
"No. Actually Christi, Jane and Anne did."
"Anne?"
"You don't want to know."
"They are gorgeous. Whoever she is."
Sheila was silent.
"Is there anything else we can do for you?"
"Nope. Just kneel there and look pretty until dinner is ready."
I leaned back and rested again.
A soft voice, hesitantly spoke again. "Sir? Can I speak?"
I opened my eyes again. It was Sheila.
"What's up?" I asked kindly.
"Can we. At least talk while you are resting? Please? We'll talk
quietly."
"Sheila. I'd prefer if you didn't. I'm enjoying the silence."
"Alright. I'm sorry." She lapsed back into silence. Her expression was
one of confusion and hurt. Not sure why I couldn't just let them go to
another room and talk. But she knew better than to question it. It was
better than being gagged. And she knew about being gagged.
I closed my eyes again and relaxed into the comfort of the bed. I
could hear the soft breathing of the girls as they just quietly knelt
and waited. Probably a bit uncomfortable on their knees.
Finally I heard a faint voice from the bottom of the stairs. Sounds
didn't travel particularly well in this home. It sounded like Jane or
Christi calling that dinner was on the table.
I opened my eyes. Elizabeth and Sheila had both heard the call as
well. They looked anxious to go. I suppose being forced to kneel naked
for twenty minutes with nothing to do but keep silent makes a woman a
bit restless. I forced them to remain on their knees while I slowly
got up.
Finally Sheila risked breaking the silence.
"M-master?"
"Did I give you permission to speak?"
"I'm sorry." She closed her mouth again.
"Come on. Dinner is served. I think." It had been about three minutes
since the call.
Elizabeth and Sheila both scrambled to their bare feet. Waiting for me
to tell them they could go downstairs. Elizabeth's eyes expressive.
Wanting to say something. Ask if she could go downstairs. As I
approached the door, I knew why. It hadn't reached to the bed yet, but
the smell of dinner, whatever it was, permeated the room. Garlic. My
mouth began to water. I'm sure the women were in as bad a state.
Hadn't eaten since breakfast. I thought I could hear Elizabeth's belly
rumble as she smelled her coming food.
I gave them both a pat on their bare bottoms. "Go on. You two are like
a pair of lions, smelling the kill. You can talk now as well."
The girls gratefully scampered out of the room. Elizabeth calling a
word of thanks over her shoulder. I could hear the two of them
thundering down the stairs and towards the dining room. I followed
them at a more sedate pace.
When I got into the dining room, I stepped back in shock. The girls
had made the dining room up into something to rival fine dining
establishments. They had moved the extra chairs over to the other side
of the room. Now there were only six chairs towards one end of the
huge table. The end of the table was obviously reserved for me. Jane
and Christi flanked me, and the rest of the girls were seated demurely
in the remaining chairs. Candles graced the table, and the lights were
dimmed. Their hair and faces glowed in the soft light. They were all
waiting patiently for me to allow them to eat. Hands clasped in their
laps. I glanced at the table before I sat. Christi had prepared a full
dinner. Bread. Wine. And a steaming bowl of pasta. Some sort of cream
sauce. A huge tossed salad.
I sat and looked over at Christi. Her red sweater flickered in the
candlelight. I idly wondered what our illustrious Mr. Mayer would
think of us, three clothed, three unclothed strangers using his
kitchen and dining room as though it was our own. Drinking his
precious wine. I didn't particularly care what he thought.
Christi smiled. She whispered to me. "Did we do good?"
I nodded. It had been a long time since we'd had dinner together. And
this really blew my mind. I guess they were probably looking for
something to stimulate themselves as well. Christi saw my questioning
look at the pasta.
"Carbonara. I used some of the lunch meats. I really hope you like it.
My last boyfriend did." She whispered to herself, "God. I hope he
likes it."
She picked up the serving spoons and put some pasta onto the plate in
front of me.
"Can I serve the rest of us as well?"
I nodded, watching her body move as she doled out the noodles. Giving
the girls less than she did me. I wasn't going to stop them from
having seconds if they wanted it. There was tons of pasta.
I picked up my fork and spoon and twirled the first strands of
linguine on the fork. I popped it in my mouth, my mouth exploding with
flavour. The best carabonara I'd ever tasted. Garlic.
I looked up. Christi looked worried. I reassured her.
"Excellent. What are you all waiting for?"
Christi smiled and swallowed in relief. She experimentally dipped her
fingers into her plate and pulled at a few noodles. Having trouble
with the slippery food. Tears beginning to form at the corners of her
eyes. Frustrated with her dinner and her inability to eat it. She
snatched her hand back, the pasta still a little hot for her. She
stuck her fingers in her mouth to ease the burning sensation.
The other girls watched as Christi slipped her fingers out of her
mouth and stood. She licked the cream sauce off her fingers carefully.
I could see the tears brimming in her eyes as she grasped the bottom
of her sweater and pulled it over her head in one swift motion. I was
too surprised to react. Her breasts fell free and she sighed. She
began to unbutton her jeans.
I finally found my tongue. "Christi?" I asked her. "What are you
doing?"
"I'm. I'm taking my clothes off."
"Uh. Why?"
"I'm going to spill. And I don't want to get punished. Not tonight.
Please just let me take them off." She swallowed heavily. Hardly being
able to stop the tears.
"Christi. Stop."
She actually began to cry. The rest of the girls were looking
decidedly uncomfortable. Elizabeth was trying to pick up her pasta,
not having to worry about her clothes. She burned her fingers a little
as well. Her fingers got put in her mouth quickly as well. She sucked
gently at her digits, trying to ease the burning sensations.
Christi spoke through her tears, "Oh God. Please. I'm not hungry
anymore."
I knew that was a lie. She was as hungry as the rest of us. She was
just more afraid of punishment than of her hunger.
"Calm down. Calm."
She tried to stop crying. I wasn't quite sure what had upset her.
Having to take off her clothes, or just the simple fact that she
wouldn't have to if I just let them eat like human beings. Or both.
She looked at me with her baleful blue eyes. "I'm sorry. I know I'm
not going to be allowed to wear them forever." Didn't even bother
asking for cutlery. Knowing what the answer would be, if it wasn't
accompanied by punishment just for asking. It just all seemed so
unfair to her. I couldn't blame her. It just didn't seem right for her
to have to strip and be upset in this atmosphere. Nor did it seem
right that she couldn't enjoy this wonderful dinner she'd prepared.
"Christi. I don't want all of you to need showers before bed. Go on.
Dress yourself. And then go get forks and spoons for everyone. I would
have told you before, but I didn't realize that you were going to make
such a wonderful meal. I had actually sort of forgotten you didn't
have utensils."
She face fell in disbelief. She hadn't been allowed cutlery since I
took her. Clothes and cutlery in one day. She didn't need to be told
twice. She picked up her sweater and rebuttoned her jeans. She pulled
the garment back over her head, hiding herself again. She practically
ran to the kitchen, returning with her hands full of forks and soup
spoons. She distributed them to the anxious girls. Elizabeth was
silently licking her fingers to clean them. Smiles on all the females,
nude or otherwise.
"Don't get used to it. It's back to fingers tomorrow. You can thank
Christi for it tonight. If this wasn't so delicious, you'd be using
your fingers anyway. Showers or no. It's hard to enjoy it if you are
worried about slopping. And it is excellent. Especially when it's hot.
Eat up. Quit listening to me."
The girls dove into the pasta. Their fingers working the utensils.
Savouring the flavour. Everyone enjoying it. Everyone complimenting
Christi.
After the pasta, I was stuffed. Some of the girls, Jane and Elizabeth
took seconds after seeking permission. Christi distributed the salad
and bread. I buttered the bread for them, since they weren't allowed
knives. And they happily ate the salad and bread with their fingers.
Licking themselves clean afterwards. It was almost normal. Jane was
stunning. Christi looked almost normal. If you ignored the fact that
the other three were nude, and Jane and Christi were barefoot, and the
women were eating with their fingers, albeit daintily, it almost could
have been a dinner at a fine dining restaurant.
I finished up and leaned back in my chair. Satiated. The girls were
still eating since their salads took a little longer, eating with
their fingers. I just watched as they talked amongst themselves.
Telling stories about their siblings. Families. Goals. University
stories. I just drank my wine slowly. Not quite believing this scene.
Hadn't expected this. It was actually quite nice. I was curious which
of the girls had come up with the idea. Probably Christi or Jane.
Amy looked like she just might have had a bit too much wine. Her face
was flushed and she was talking a bit louder than normal. But she was
hardly drunk. I debated saying something, but she probably deserved a
bit of an escape. Maybe it was dulling the ache between her legs. I
took note as Christi purposefully, but discreetly moved the wine
bottle down towards our end of the table. Away from Amy. Amy didn't
seem to mind. Perhaps sensing that she was about to go over the limit,
and into the realm of possible punishment for getting out of control.
And she'd was well aware of punishment today.
One by one, the women finished their meals. Sighing. Content. They all
sat back and quietly talked. Sometimes including me in their
conversation, but sensing that I really was content to simply watch
them interact. They weren't shy. Even talking about sex and
relationships. Almost as though they could pretend that they were just
a bunch of friends on an evening out. Able to ignore the oddity of the
scene in the low light. The nudity. Their positions. Almost forgetting
that they were captives.
Finally Elizabeth, Amy and Sheila all rose, almost as if on cue, and
began to clear the table. The nude women, still chattering with the
clothed ones and myself. The three of them gathered up the dishes and
finally exited to clean up.
Christi and Jane leaned on their elbows and just looked at me. Jane
spoke softly.
"You know, if it was more like this, I'd love it here."
Christi echoed the sentiment.
"You liked this evening?"
"I loved this evening. I'd happily go all the way with you for giving
us this evening," Jane murmured. "And not because I had to." Her face
was a little flushed as well. She was definitely underage to be
drinking. Like I cared. She probably just wasn't used to it. She
hadn't gotten drunk though. Just flushed. Her self control asserting
itself well before she crossed any danger lines.
"Me too. At the same time even," Christi echoed softly.
"I enjoyed it too. Kind of relaxed. Don't have to torment you all the
time, I guess."
"It almost feels weird, you know," Jane remarked.
"What does?" Christi asked.
"Sitting here. You in jeans and a sweater. Me in this ... thing," Jane
reflected. "If I had shoes, I'd almost believe I wasn't ... here. And
this was the most relaxing time I've ever had in my short life. It
almost doesn't seem real. That pasta was so good."
"I know what you mean. God it was hard taking off this thing." Christi
pinched her sweater between her breasts. "I'm almost used to it. I. I
don't want to go back to the way I was."
"Christi. Enjoy it. But please don't get attached to it. You know I'm
going to have to take it away from you eventually," I had to inject
some reality into this.
"I know. I look too good nude," she spoke almost with a pang of
regret.
I smiled. "You got it, babe."
"Well, I'm going to enjoy it as long as you let me. It feels good."
"Me too," Jane chimed it. We all sipped at our wine and lapsed into
silence. Just thinking. Watching the candles flicker in the darkness.
We were still like that as Elizabeth, Amy and Sheila padded back into
the dining room. Each of them filed past my chair and gave me a kiss,
then returned to their own chair.
"What was that for?" I almost laughed.
"For tonight. You don't often treat us nicely, and we thought we'd
show our appreciation. You can have more appreciation later if you
want," Elizabeth grinned up from her end of the table.
"Christ, I almost forgot." Amy jumped to her feet and ran back towards
the kitchen.
I watched the nude girl as she disappeared. A frown creased my brow. I
wondered what she possibly could have forgotten.
She reappeared moments later with a big bowl of ice cream.
"Dessert!" she cried as she placed it down in front of me with a
teaspoon.
I smiled. "Where'd you find this?"
"Freezer. That's all there was."
It was a huge bowl. I couldn't possibly eat it all. I took a spoonful
of the dessert and offered it to Amy. She stared wide eyed. Not
expecting any. She opened her small mouth and extended her tongue. The
same tongue I'd clamped so long ago. I slipped the spoon into her
mouth and she took the dessert. Swallowing with a look of pure rapture
on her face. After today's events I doubt if she expected any kindness
from me ever again. I couldn't blame her. She was probably still
aching something fierce between her thighs.
"Anyone else?"
Christi spoke from beside me. "I wish. Milk doesn't agree with me.
Remember? God. And I love the stuff."
"Alright. You go make the coffee then. Everyone but me and Sheila."
"Really? Why can't Sheila have any? She hasn't done anything to be
punished has she?"
I turned to Sheila. "Sheila? You want any?" She shook her head
negative. "Go on before I change my mind. You girls are going to be up
half the night."
Christi laughed and jumped to her bare feet. Practically flying out of
the dining room to prepare the coffee. I caught a flash of her blue
jeans as she stumbled through the swinging door.
I gave each remaining girl a taste of the ice cream, before taking
some myself. They each savoured it; just being female. Their faces
showing their pleasure. I ate most of the rest of the ice cream. It
was really good. Maybe I just hadn't had any in a long time.
Chocolate.
I left each girl about two spoons each and fed them the last of it.
Jane hesitating over the last spoon.
"You sure you don't want it?"
"I do. But you'll enjoy it more and I've had lots. Go on. Eat it. Not
like I'm going to punish you for taking something I offered to you."
"You sure?" still a bit hesitant. But I could see her desire for it
deep in her brown eyes. She was just unsure of my motives; I couldn't
blame her.
I gently pushed the spoon against her teeth until she opened her mouth
and took the offered treat. She savoured the chocolate and swallowed
it. Closing her eyes.
I dropped the spoon in the bowl just as Christi entered with a tray.
The aroma of fresh coffee permeated the room. She poured a mug for
everyone but Sheila and I. I topped up Sheila's wine and we sipped at
that instead. The girls prepared their coffees and enjoyed them in
silence.
I spoke down the table. A thought occurring to me.
"Sheila?"
She turned her head towards me. Her eyes questioning.
"This the first time you've eaten in here?"
"Like this? Yes."
"You've eaten in here before?" I couldn't believe that Mayer had
allowed her to eat with them.
"Once. Sort of. But nothing this good. Or pleasant." Her face flushed
at the memory. "When Gertrude was away with her sister ... Mayer could
force me to do all my duties the way he liked me. Bound. Naked.
Dismissed Polly for the day. Had me. Had me bound to the table. Naked.
Tight. And he invited a few friends over for a little dinner party. I.
I was dessert that night. That was well before he started to hit me.
His friends were, actually, mostly civil for a change. Though, I did
have to service them all later that evening. Ick. I don't remember
that much, thank God. Just their boring conversation during dinner, as
they ignored me. Not that I minded being ignored. And the burning of
the hot dishes they placed on me from time to time. They. They forced
me to drink a lot of champagne. I. I don't remember much but being
eaten after dinner. Them making comments about the quality of the
dessert. And begging them not to do it. Begging them to stop. It was
early in my, uh, service. I didn't know that this was actually kind
compared to some of Mayer's tastes. All I knew was that strange men
were getting a lot closer to me than I liked. I think he made me eat a
cold dinner later that night in here after his friends went home. It
was a while ago."
The girls listened to the account quietly. Amy touching Sheila's
shoulder as she finished. Sheila had been nearly emotionless as she
told the story. She snapped out of it with Amy's touch.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin dinner."
"You didn't sweetheart," Jane whispered from her end of the table.
"You didn't."
"I'm pretty sure the table was cleaned after that," Sheila managed to
force herself to grin. Breaking the tension. I had to give her credit,
she could cope with what was done to her.
As Elizabeth cleared the coffee and my dessert bowl, I turned to Jane.
"Everything set up?"
The girl in the evening gown nodded solemnly.
Elizabeth wandered back into the room and took her seat. Her breasts
rising and falling gently with her breathing.
I nodded to Jane, and she rose. She padded quietly out towards the
kitchen giving me a furtive glance. The other females shifted a bit
uncomfortably in their seats. Not knowing quite what to expect.
Christi looked a bit apprehensive, knowing that nice treatment was
sometimes followed by rough treatment.
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After a few minutes Jane walked quietly back into the dining room. Her
feet whispering across the hardwood.
She had tears in her eyes, but she willed them back. She walked over
to where I was seated. She swallowed heavily and handed me what she
had in her hands. Five lengths of rope. I took them from her hands and
just placed them on the table in front of me.
She looked at me pleadingly, but knew what she had to do. Actually she
was the only one who knew, so she had to go first. Taking a deep
breath, the girl slowly pulled at her gown until it lifted over her
bare body and over her head. She shook her hair out, not quite being
able to stop the tear as it rolled down the left side of her face.
Hating stripping for me, again. She carefully laid the garment out on
the table in front of the others, so it wouldn't wrinkle and then
stood proudly in front of me. I'd turned my chair and sat back
watching her move in the candlelight.
She sighed and turned her back to me. She carefully folded her arms
behind her, silently waiting for the ropes to be placed on her. I
wound the soft rope around her wrists and forearms, holding them
securely together. Not tight, but inescapable for the girl. I tucked
the last end in, and touched her bare shoulder. Tears were brimming
again in her eyes as she gently pulled against her bound arms. Knowing
that she wasn't getting out of this until I let her out. Her arms
folded behind her had the effect of accentuating her bared breasts and
she knew it. She took another deep breath.
"Your slave. She thanks you," she whispered. Knowing that this is what
we'd arranged. She walked over to her seat and sat herself down. Now
bound, but not particularly uncomfortably. She just couldn't lean back
into the chair. She sat up straight instead, quietly fidgeting. She
shouldn't have any problems with circulation in her hands.
Jane looked to her left and whispered to Amy who was sitting beside
her. Silently watching. "You're next. Just do what I did. Okay?"
The nude girl nodded and quietly got to her feet. She didn't have any
clothing to remove so she just stood with her back to me. Allowing me
to tie her. Thanking me. One by one, Jane told the girls who was next.
Even Sheila, with her discomfort submitted to the binding without
complaint. They had no idea how long I was going to leave them like
this. Finally ending at Christi.
The last girl rose to her bare feet. She approached with tears falling
down her pretty face. Unashamed. She lowered herself to her knees and
looked up at me.
"Please. I'm begging you. Don't make me take them off. I swear. I'll
do whatever you want. You can tie me. I don't care."
"Christi. Sweety. On your feet." Silent tears traced down her face.
She obeyed. "You knew you weren't going to be allowed them forever.
I'll let you put them back on later. I promise."
"You promise?"
"Even if I didn't, you can't do much about it. Come on. I don't want
to punish you. Take them off for me. I just want you naked for a
while. I'll let you have the clothes back. Honest. Okay?"
I was being gentle with her. Not really wanting to ruin the evening. I
don't think she wanted to either; she sighed a bit and simply reached
for her top and pulled it over her head. In a few minutes, the jeans
had slipped down her legs and she daintily stepped out of them. She
flushed a bit, but bent to pick up the clothing. Carefully, she folded
it and placed it with Jane's evening gown.
She swallowed heavily and turned her back to me. She folded her arms
like the other women. I wrapped her as I had the others and she
silently returned to her seat. The women were all quiet. Sitting there
in their bonds and waiting patiently to see what else I had planned
for them. Even Jane, who sort of knew, was aware that I could change
my mind as well as any female.
I rose to my feet, gazing at the females, so naked and beautiful in
the candlelight. I almost just wanted to order them to be silent and
just watch them all night like this. Perhaps one night I would.
Tonight they deserved something else.
I motioned for them to rise, and as one, they all scrambled to their
bare feet. Their bound arms impeded them, but they managed. I walked
out to the large room that housed the entertainment area. The girls
quietly followed.
"Make yourselves as comfortable as you can."
The girls looked around the room. Only Amy had spent any time in here.
It was a huge room. Carpeted. Lots of choices for five women to settle
in. There was two easy chairs. The sofa. A recliner. Hassock.
Uncertainly the women looked around. Unsure what was going to happen,
and not sure where they were best situated. Jane sighed and led them
once again. She knew. She walked over to the sofa and lowered herself
carefully to one end. Having a bit of trouble with her balance. Her
arms forcing her into an awkward position. She settled herself in,
settled back. Stretching her bare legs out across the sofa. Her legs
reached about halfway.
Jane looked up at the rest of the unmoving girls. She smiled
encouragingly at them. "Come on, you fraidy cats. Jeez. The furniture
isn't going to bite you. Relax."
Christi tentatively stepped forward and walked towards the other end
of the sofa. She dropped into it and sighed. Comfortable. The rest of
the girls followed. Elizabeth and Sheila taking easy chairs and Amy
settling herself on the carpet. Her back up against the ottoman,
leaning back, her legs curled under herself. She was facing the wrong
way, but she didn't know that yet. She probably thought that I wanted
the recliner and the women had run out of furniture. She took the
floor.
I looked at Amy. Spoke to her. "Amy? You can take the recliner if you
want it. I'm going to join Christi and Jane on the couch."
Amy looked up gratefully and smiled. "That's alright. Can I move to it
later? I'm comfortable here."
"Sure. Whatever you want. You can even switch around later if you
want. No problem."
The girls shifted a bit uneasily. Not sure what was coming up.
I walked over and settled myself into the center of the sofa. Christi
and Jane both pulled up their legs to allow me to sit down between
them. They modestly kept their legs together as they shifted.
I picked up a remote and aimed it at the huge wall unit across the
room. The doors silently slid open to reveal a huge television and the
stereo to which Amy had previously been listening in here.
"Alright. We have choices here."
The girls all looked towards me expectantly. Except Jane who knew what
the choices were because she'd set them up.
"The bozo didn't have a huge selection, but these are your choices. I
don't want a lot of arguing."
The girls nodded. Confused.
"Forrest Gump. Debbie Does Dallas. Sleepless in Seattle. Toy Story. Or
Virile Vixens Bound and Whipped ... an exciting three hour
extravaganza."
Christi started to laugh. "Virile Vixens? You have to be joking."
I reached under the coffee table and pulled up the box. Showed it to
her. She stopped laughing. "Oh my God." She hesitated. "Are you
honestly giving us a choice? Or are you expecting us to pick ... uh
... certain ones."
"I'm honestly giving you a choice. Pick two. I feel like watching a
couple of movies, and I thought that you all might appreciate it as
well. Not much for entertainment around here. At least nothing that
you'd like as well."
I touched Jane's shoulder and motioned for her to rise. She did.
"Now. By the time I get back I want a consensus. I already know what
Jane is voting for."
I guided the bound woman around the sofa and we walked back out
towards the kitchen.
"You are so cruel. I swear it," Jane murmured as we walked along.
"What?"
"You know that they aren't going to know which ones to pick. Be afraid
of punishment if they pick what they really want to see. Why'd you
throw those two in? Debbie Does Dallas? Huh?"
She grinned at me. Actually kind of liking being on the inside of the
joke for a change.
I laughed as we entered the kitchen. I released her arms and she idly
rubbed her forearms. I looked at her and she held her arms up. I
cuffed her with the handcuffs she'd laid out on the table for me
earlier. She pulled at them a bit but eventually settled down. Between
us we popped four bowls of popcorn and salted and buttered them. I had
to keep slapping at her hands as she playfully tried to get some into
her mouth.
After we were done, I handed her a bowl, and clipped three pairs of
handcuffs to her left arm loosely. I balanced the other bowls in my
free arms and we walked back to the entertainment room. I stopped just
outside the doors. I heard Christi's voice.
"You have to be joking. He's going to punish us if we don't pick the
ones *he* wants to see. And I think that is pretty obvious."
"I suppose," Elizabeth sounded so disappointed.
"See," Jane hissed in my ear.
I smiled at her and pushed the door open with my foot. Jane walked
into the room and the girls faces lit up as they smelled the popcorn.
I placed the largest bowl on the coffee table in front of the sofa and
distributed the smaller bowls to the other girls. One to Amy on the
floor and one each to Elizabeth and Sheila.
"Now. If you chose right, I'll let you all out of those ropes so you
can eat your popcorn. If you chose wrong, you can pick who feeds you.
Either way you get the popcorn." I'd gone to the trouble of making
them snacks, damned if I wasn't going to let them eat it.
The girls looked a little confused but that didn't really matter to
me.
I turned to Christi. "Have a consensus?"
"We want to watch what you want to watch," she smiled.
"Cute. But no. What have you all chosen? Hmmmm? Do we need to vote?"
"No. We decided."
"Okay?"
"We'll watch the porns with you. The Virile Vixens and Debbie."
"That's very kind of you. But you're lying."
Christi went pale.
"But. We thought that is what you wanted."
"It might be. But I told you to pick what *you* wanted. Not what *I*
wanted."
"Oh God. Does this mean we are going to get punished? Please no. It's
been such a nice evening. Please?"
"You are going to get punished. But it isn't a hard punishment. Are
you all reasonably comfortable?"
Thrown by the question, the girls all nodded. Even Jane who wasn't
really expecting any of this.
"Alright. Between Amy, Elizabeth and Sheila, pick one of you to be
handcuffed like Jane here. She'll be responsible for feeding the
others their popcorn. That's your punishment. If you'd done what you
were told, then you'd all be free of the ropes. Okay?"
They all nodded. The lightest punishment that any of them had ever
endured.
"That means Elizabeth and Sheila will have to join Amy on the floor
until the popcorn is done."
The two girls slipped to their knees and moved towards Amy. I got up
and moved their popcorn to the center of the room where they were all
kneeling.
"Who?"
"Elizabeth, I guess." Amy spoke quietly.
I released Elizabeth from her ropes and quickly recuffed her hands in
front of her. She nodded, understanding what was expected from her.
I returned to my seat. "Now. What movies are we going to watch
tonight?"
Christi spoke. "Our other choices were Forrest Gump and Sleepless.
We'd all seen Toy Story. Most of us had seen Forrest Gump too, but Amy
hadn't. If we still have a choice." She looked a bit glum. She'd been
the one to cause this trouble. Her arms would be free now if she'd
realized what was expected of her. Same with Amy and Sheila.
"Alright then."
I sent Jane to load up the VCR. Her bare body moved effeciently
towards the television. Jane returned to her seat after pushing
Forrest Gump into the VCR, moving the big bowl of popcorn into my lap.
I flicked the remotes, getting away from the static on all the
channels and starting the movie. I sent Jane to dim the lights. She
did and returned.
I'd already seen Forest Gump, so I contented myself with watching the
girls. Jane carefully feeding me and Christi. Taking the occasional
kernel herself as she watched the movie. The girls on the floor were
engrossed. Kneeling. Bound. Elizabeth feeding them quietly. I relaxed.
Occasionally watching Tom Hanks bumble his way through life.
It seemed so short as the credits rolled up the screen. We'd long ago
finished our bowl of popcorn, Jane settling back into her seat. Her
legs pulled up. Sometime during the movie, Elizabeth had finished
feeding the other two, it didn't look like they'd finished all their
popcorn, but presumably they didn't want any more, since Elizabeth had
moved back to her chair. Amy and Sheila had just remained kneeling on
the carpet through the whole movie.
I felt my eyes closing as it ended. But I'd promised the girls two
movies. I didn't bother rewinding Forest Gump, just asking Jane to
change the tapes. She complied.
"Elizabeth?"
"Yes sir?"
"Come here."
She rose her bare body from her chair and approached. A bit
apprehensively.
I took her cuffed hands and released them. I gently refolded her arms
behind her bare back and retied her as she squirmed a bit. Preferring
the handcuffs.
I did the same to Jane. She didn't seem to mind and settled back into
her position.
"You two don't need to stay there, you know." I spoke to Sheila and
Amy still curled up on the carpet together.
"We know. If you want us to move, we will, but it's nice down here."
They'd come off their knees and were sitting a little more comfortably
after the first movie. Stretching themselves out.
"Alright. Suit yourselves."
I flipped on the second movie. The girls settled back in their bonds
and were captured by the movie. The flick didn't interest me again,
though I watched more of it this time. Instead I reached out, drawing
Christi's bare feet into my lap. She allowed it without any
hesitation. As she watched the movie, I played with her bare toes,
rubbing her insteps. She moaned a bit at the attention, seemed to be
enjoying it. About halfway through the movie she drew her legs back.
In moments Jane had extended her feet into my lap. I relaxed idly
playing with her feet, occasionally tickling her, making her squeal.
But she kept her bare feet in my lap through it all.
I don't remember the end of the movie. I woke up sometime much later.
Static on the television. Glancing around the room, Elizabeth was
asleep with her head ducked to her chest. She hadn't moved from her
chair. Jane and Christi had both extended their bare feet over my
thighs. Toes touching. My hands rested easily on their shins. They
were fast asleep. Christi's head bent to her shoulder. Jane's fallen
forward, her hair obscuring her face. Amy and Sheila had stretched out
on the floor. Sleeping peacefully, despite the ropes. On their sides.
Their bare breasts rising and falling as they breathed shallowly.
I flipped off the television, silencing the static. Christi stirred as
the white noise disappeared. She opened her eyes and looked at me.
Pulling gently against her trapped arms.
"Good night, Master" she murmured before closing her eyes and falling
back asleep. I was exhausted. I tilted my head back as well, idly
thinking that I was going to regret not going up to bed as I fell into
a deep slumber.
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We were all awakened a few hours later. Sheila screamed like she was
being tortured to death. A high pitched wail that rivaled anything I'd
ever wrung out of Jane.
My eyes snapped open and adrenaline poured into my system. The other
girls were instantly awake. Struggling with their bondage. Questions
falling from their lips. I jumped to my feet trying to locate the
source of the agonized screams. Christi and Jane almost thrown from
the sofa by my movements. My heart hammering.
The adrenaline increased my awareness. I scrambled over to Sheila. She
was the only one in the room still asleep. Amy had initially scrambled
away, her bare feet scrabbling at the carpet. Moaning. As she realized
what was happening, she began to inch her way over to her carpet mate.
By this time I was kneeling beside the still screaming girl.
I gathered her into my arms, gently rocking her. Unsure whether I
should wake her, or let her wake herself. I was saved the decision. As
I cradled her bound body, she snapped awake with another scream.
Struggling violently. Swearing. Trying to free her arms. Kicking out
at Amy, who had to scramble away again to avoid the thrashing legs.
Finally, I managed to calm her, stroking her hair gently and holding
her tight against myself. She fell into a deep weeping. I wasn't even
sure that she had any idea where she was.
Amy managed to get herself to her knees. Fright and adrenaline
flushing her face in the weak light.
"Is. She alright?" she whispered.
"I'm really don't know. Probably just a nightmare."
Amy nodded, watching with wide eyes. I glanced around the room. All
the girls were flushed and watching with morbid fascination.
"You can all go back to sleep. She just had a nightmare."
Elizabeth mumbled something, "Some nightmare ..." She tried to settled
back into her chair. Fighting off her adrenaline. Trying to slow her
breathing.
I turned my attention to the shaking girl in my arms. She was
breathing hard. Her eyes closed. Sweat was pouring off her brow. Her
tangled blonde hair damp. Whispering to herself. I stroked her hair
like a child.
"Shhhh. It was just a nightmare. Shhhh."
She seemed to calm a bit. Pulling at her ropes. Still crying. She
hitched a few times and managed to stop. I wiped at her face. Brushing
away her tears.
"I. I'm so sorry," she said quietly. "I. I didn't mean to wake
everyone."
"That's alright. What happened, sweetheart?"
"N-nightmare. I. I should have warned you. I get them. My. Evan used
to come into my room when I was screaming and hit me until I woke up
and stopped. I'm sorry."
"He hit you for screaming? That makes sense."
"I don't know. Please. I didn't mean to wake you up. I'll try to go
back to sleep. Please don't punish me."
"Relax. I'm not going to punish you for having a nightmare. Sweety.
I'm surprised that you didn't scream last night."
"It was the first night in a long time that I haven't."
I stroked her hair. "Care to tell me about it?"
"I. I don't remember all of it. I. I was chained up. Naked. And. You
were there. But you weren't doing anything. Just watching. Mayer. He
was whipping me. Trying to get me to do something. My. Pussy. Hard. I
can still feel it." Her eyes began to tear up.
"Sheila. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. It wasn't an
order."
"I know. He was whipping me and I was screaming. Finally, he let me
down. I remember him letting my wrists go and I fell. I ran to you.
Begging you not to let him hurt me. Oh God. You showed me a riding
crop. And I knew. You were going to whip me. My. Pussy. As well. And I
ran. Screaming. Because I hurt. Because you and Mayer were chasing me.
Oh God. It just seemed so real. I. Feel sick."
I stroked her damp hair and kissed the top of her head. She shivered a
bit.
"You going to be alright?"
"I. I don't know."
"Should we be getting you to a bathroom?"
"No. It's fading. I should be alright. I think."
"Can you get back to sleep?"
"I'm not sure if I'll be able to fall back asleep."
"You need your rest. Try."
"You. You can gag me if you want. That way if I scream it shouldn't
wake you. I'm used to sleeping with one."
I shook my head. "That isn't necessary. If I did that, you might choke
in the night."
"Mayer didn't care. He'd almost always gag me after the first time I
screamed. Sometimes he'd just gag me before I fell asleep. If he
didn't want to punish me in the night for screaming."
"I'm not Mayer. Try to sleep."
"You aren't going to crop me, are you?"
"Only if you misbehave. Now go to sleep."
I slid her off my lap. Amy had laid back down already. Watching.
Unable to sleep with us making so much noise so close to her.
Amy spoke quietly. "Sheila? You want to sleep over here? With me? I
promise not to bite. And my arms are tied as much as yours. No funny
business."
Sheila smiled gratefully. Perhaps a little female comfort and physical
closeness might help. She nodded. Amy shifted herself, moving closer
to Sheila. Finally, they were face to face. Their bare bodies touching
at the breast and hips. Their legs entwined. Despite the fact that
they were both bound and nude, there really wasn't anything sexual
about it. Almost like sisters just comforting each other. Amy kissed
Sheila's cheek chastely and settled her head down onto the carpet and
closed her eyes. In moments Sheila did the same. I sat and watched
them as Amy's breathing became regular and Sheila, while obviously not
asleep, at least pretended. She was relaxed.
I let the adrenaline work itself out of my system. I slowly rose to my
feet and returned to the sofa, working myself under Christi and Jane's
feet again. They were fast asleep again. They stirred but didn't
awaken as I moved back to the sofa. Again I cursed myself for not
returning to the master bedroom. I could feel the aches and kinks
already starting. I idly wondered if any of the girls knew massage as
I slipped back into a deep sleep.
I awoke a lot later, feeling a soft sensation on my lips. I opened my
eyes to a nude blonde softly kissing me. Her arms seemed like they
were in an odd position. I was instantly aroused, but I pulled back.
Her eyes looked questioningly at me.
"Good morning," she whispered.
I yawned. "Good morning. What the heck are you doing up so early?"
"Early?"
"Yeah. It's early. I'm not awake. It's early," instinctively I was
whispering with her. The other girls were unlikely awake, either.
She lowered her blue eyes. "I'm sorry. I. Just could help it."
I stretched. Wincing as the aches and pains from sleeping sitting up
intensified.
"It's alright. Time to get up anyway."
"I've been a bad girl. You can punish me if you want."
"Tempting as that is, you wouldn't like your punishment, and I'm not
awake enough to punish you. Maybe later."
She stuck her lip out in a pout and then broke out into a grin, not
being able to hold a straight face.
"Can a slave beg for coffee?" she whispered.
"Come on."
I rose to my feet and groaned at the various muscles that suddenly had
appeared. My right arm ached fiercely.
Sheila had turned onto her back. Her feet still touching Amy. Amy was
still on her right side, breathing regularly. Elizabeth was going to
be in pain as much as I. Still fast asleep, her head tucked into her
chest. I glanced over at Jane. She shifted her position as I came off
the couch. Sensing her legs being moved in her sleep.
"Not yet. Please," she mumbled to someone before slipping back into
slumber.
I guided Christi out into the hallway. She daintily stepped over the
carpet, trying to be silent. As we walked towards the kitchen, she
made a deliberate glance into the dining room where her clothes were
lying carefully folded on the table. She pulled at her restraints,
sighed, and continued her nude journey to the kitchen.
She stood awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen as I flipped on the
coffee maker. I sat down, leaving her standing.
"Aren't you going to untie me?"
"You wouldn't happen to know any massage techniques, would you?"
"You mean like walking on your back?" she smiled mischievously.
"Yeah."
"I used to give my boyfriend massages. He liked them."
"I keep hearing about this boyfriend of yours. You still seeing him?"
"Not in this timeline."
"On the normal one. You know what I mean."
"No."
"No?"
"I broke up with him. About two months ago."
"Why?"
"He wanted to get married. I didn't. Do we have to talk about this?"
"We'll talk about it if I want to. But alright. What do you want to
make us for breakfast."
"Whatever you want. Can I take a shower first?"
"A shower? After breakfast."
"But. Please. I feel like I'm so dirty. My hair. My God. I can't even
run my fingers through it." She tossed her head, her hair limp and
tangled. She was a bit of a mess.
"I know. But you might get more dirty at breakfast. Syrup is sticky."
"You want pancakes again? You'll have to untie me eventually if you
want me to cook." She grinned. Accepting that she simply wasn't going
to be allowed to shower before breakfast.
I motioned her over and she groaned as I finally released the ropes
holding her arms. She shook them out, wincing.
"You know. You don't have to do that to us. Make us sleep like that.
You have no idea how uncomfortable it is."
"What would you suggest? Letting you run free? Let you stick scissors
in my chest?"
"You know we wouldn't do that. Lock us in a room or something?"
"Ahhh. And what if I like sleeping with a warm body or two?"
"Then tie us up then? The ones that you are sleeping with."
"I'll think about it."
Christi began to move around the kitchen. Gathering cooking utensils,
pans.
"Can a slave have her coffee now?"
I glanced over at the coffee machine. It was just finishing up
perking.
I walked over to the coffee machine and poured her out a mug. I placed
it in her outstretched hand. She looked at it. Then turned her blue
eyes to gaze at me. Pleading in them.
"Can a slave have cream and sugar? Please?"
I was in a tormenting mood for some reason. "Any particular reason?"
"Because I. She likes it that way? Please?"
"Does it matter how you like it?"
Her eyes brimmed with tears. Not knowing why she was being tormented.
Not knowing why I wasn't letting her drink her coffee with cream and
sugar.
"No sir. I. She'll drink it as you want."
She brought the mug to her lips and sipped at the bitter brew. Tears
in her eyes, she turned away towards the stove. I relented. She just
looked so forlorn, and she hadn't give me a hard time about it. Trying
to please.
"Christi?"
She turned towards me again. "Yes sir?" she replied a bit sullenly.
"Come here."
She walked over. Waited. Then knelt. Her coffee still in her hand. She
placed it on the floor in front of her. Tilting her head up to look at
me.
"Would you beg for cream and sugar?"
"If I had to."
I considered. She would. I knew she would. I didn't need to hear it
this morning.
I extended my hand, helping her to her feet. I guided her over to
towards the counter where the sugar was. Gave her a little push.
"Go on. You've been a good girl. Fix your coffee."
She turned to me, confusion on her pretty face. An unspoken question.
Why?
"Because you didn't beg, but you would have."
She still looked confused, but didn't want to risk her cream and
sugar. She scampered over and fixed her coffee. She tasted it and
smiled in my direction. Wordlessly thanking me and returning to mixing
her pancake batter.
I watched her nude body as she worked, soon smelling the sweet odors
of pancakes frying. She set the small table. Plates for the girls.
Plate and cutlery for me. A huge jug of syrup.
"They'll be ready soon. Care to get the others, or you want me to?"
I rose, leaving her to her tasks. I returned to the entertainment
room. Jane was awake. But that was it. She got up off the sofa as I
entered. She walked over, silently, and knelt at my feet. I ruffled
her tangled hair and set about waking the others. Feeling evil, I
approached Elizabeth's chair. She was still fast asleep.
Her nipples still had a trace of the rouge that she'd used. I reached
out and suddenly grasped her nipples and twisted. Not enough to
seriously hurt her, but she'd wake up quickly.
"Ahhhhhhhhh," she screamed as she woke up. I released her and she lay
back in the chair and tried to catch her breath. She struggled with
her ropes but couldn't get free. Finally she just stared at me
sullenly.
"What the hell was that for?"
"I was feeling nasty."
"I'll say. You aren't going to do it again, are you?" she paled as she
realized just how vulnerable she was with her arms pinned behind her
as they were.
"Nope. You're awake."
"Some fucking alarm clock."
I kissed her lips, and surprised she just kissed me back.
"You are always hard to wake up. I figured I'd just make sure you were
awake."
"Shake me next time."
I leaned down and kissed her nipples. They were a bit redder than when
I started.
"Alright. Go on. To the kitchen."
All the girls were now awake. Elizabeth's scream having woken them.
The girls all rose and carefully made their way to the kitchen. Still
bound.
I followed them at a discrete distance. Elizabeth was favouring her
right leg, probably in a bit of pain from sleeping in the chair. I had
aches in places where I didn't even know I had muscles. I was ready
for a shower as well.
When I entered the kitchen, the smell of pancakes assaulted me.
Christi was free and happily cooking at the stove. The others had
knelt down on the floor just waiting for me. Jane looked up at me as I
entered.
"Sir? Can we be freed? Please?"
I looked at her. "Do you know any massage?"
Jane looked completely confused. "No sir."
Sheila piped up from behind Jane. "Master? I do."
"You know massage?"
"M-Mayer forced me to take some classes when I first started. If you
want I can massage you."
I nodded and crouched by Sheila. I released her arms, quickly undoing
the knots holding her. She sighed and shook out her arms.
"Christ, *I* need a massage," she mumbled as she tried to work out the
aches in her own arms, stretching.
"Sheila?"
"Yes sir?"
"I want you to give me the best massage of your life. I'll let the
others free and give them coffee based on how well you perform. Okay?"
She paled a bit. "Wh-what happens if you don't like what I do?"
"Then I guess they go without breakfast and can stay that way for the
rest of the day. You'll join them as well."
Jane looked like she was about to say something and thought better of
it. She just hung her head, hoping that Sheila was able to satisfy me.
She knew that she'd remain hungry and bound all day if that was what I
wanted. She was in no position to protest.
I pulled off my shirt and sat down in a chair. Sheila hesitantly
walked up behind me and began to work her fingers into my sore
muscles. I leaned forward as she worked, her fingers finding all the
knots and gently working them out. She was quite good. She eventually
sank to her knees in front of me and I looked at her earnest face.
"Is that better? Evan always made me ... suck him ... afterwards. I
can do that as well, if you want. Or I can try to work out more. If it
will make you let the others go."
I stretched my back. It felt wonderful. It was as though I hadn't
slept in that awkward position.
"Sheila, honey, you're hired." I sighed.
The girl looked like she'd just won first prize at the county fair.
She beamed from her kneeling position.
"D-does that mean you'll let them go?"
"And give them coffee. They don't even have to drink it black. Go on.
Untie them."
Sheila scampered over to Jane on her hands and knees and quickly began
to loosen the knots. Soon all the females were thankfully shaking out
their arms and sighing as they were released. Jane slowly climbed to
her feet and walked over to the coffee machine. She turned to me,
"Sir? May I?"
I nodded. Sheila had more than earned them all coffee this morning.
Sheila walked over, still smiling. "Can a slave beg for orange juice
instead?"
"As much as you want. Go on."
Sheila practically ran over to the refrigerator and pulled out the
pitcher of juice. She poured herself a huge glass and then walked back
over to the table. The others had prepared their coffee and were
standing sipping it, watching Christi preparing breakfast and leaning
back on the counter. They were all unconsciously trying to straighten
tangled hair and work out their various complaining muscles from the
awkward night and the bondage.
Sheila sat beside me and spoke quietly.
"Showers?" She ran her hand through her tangled locks.
"After breakfast. I promise."
She nodded.
I spoke towards the three girls by the coffee machine. "Elizabeth?"
She paled a bit, already having been punished for no reason once this
morning. Her nipples were still tender to prove it.
"Yes sir?"
"Come here."
"Oh my God. Please. I haven't done anything."
"Just come here."
The girl walked over in trepidation.
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"Sit." I ordered her. She sank her nude body into the chair opposite
me. She still wore that frightened look, not quite sure what to
expect. "How are you feeling this morning?" I gently asked her.
She looked confused at the question, perhaps not expecting a normal
request.
"My nipples hurt a bit, if that's what you are asking."
I smiled at her. "Good. They ought to hurt. How's your back?"
She grimaced. "It hurts." She twisted a bit in the chair. "I'll be
alright, though." She had slept sitting up, the same as I.
I turned to Sheila. "Sheila? Do you do as good a job on girls as
boys?"
She shrugged. "I guess." She rose to her feet and padded over to
Elizabeth. Soon Elizabeth was sighing, all her aches and pains
disappearing under Sheila's soft hands. When she was done, Elizabeth
sat back up straight and smiled up at her.
"Oh God, that felt good. Thank-you."
Sheila smiled back and kissed Elizabeth's forehead. "You're welcome."
"Alright, all of you. On the floor."
All the women dropped whatever they were doing and gathered in a line
on the floor. I stopped Christi before she knelt, motioning her back
to her cooking tasks. She could listen from there.
"Everyone except Christi gets to eat on the floor today." There was a
bit of a murmur from the girls, but they remained quiet. They knew
better than to complain about direct orders. If they even got
breakfast, they knew they'd probably end up bound for it, if they
complained. "It isn't a punishment, I just want to watch you eat from
there. You can get your food from the table without asking.
Understand?"
They didn't understand why, but they understood their orders. They all
nodded. Christi walked over carrying a huge plate of pancakes. She
dropped them onto the middle of the table and looked at me.
"I can sit at the table?" she asked meekly. I nodded to her and
watched as she settled her gorgeous bare body into the chair opposite
me. "Why?" she whispered.
"Because you cooked. And those look delicious," I grabbed myself a
plate of the pancakes. She tentatively reached out to take her own.
Her eyes were a bit frightened, not sure why she was the only one
given a chair, feeling a little awkward to be put into a special
position. She almost looked like she'd prefer to be kneeling on the
floor with the others. She carefully pulled a couple of pancakes from
the serving plate and waited. The other girls were looking up
expectantly from the floor. I nodded to them and one at a time, they
rose and carefully carried a plate and their food back to their
kneeling positions. After the girls were settled, I poured some syrup
onto my food and began to eat.
I heard a small voice, Jane's, speak from the floor.
"Sir?"
I looked down at her small body, kneeling. Her face looked up at me.
"Can we eat as well? Please?"
"Of course, eat. It's excellent." I'd forgotten that at breakfast
their tradition was to seek permission to eat. I still wasn't
completely used to their submission, even though I'd been the cause of
it.
Amy spoke up quietly. "Please sir. I know that we maybe don't deserve
it, though I can't imagine why, but can we have syrup as well?
Please?"
I smiled. I had been waiting for one of them to ask. I rose from my
seat with the jug of syrup and crouched by Amy.
"I could have gotten it myself ..." she spoke quietly.
"You sure you want it?"
Her face was a mask of uncertainty. "What am I going to have to do to
get it?" she asked.
"Nothing." I smiled at her evilly. She was completely unsure what I
had in mind, just that she wasn't likely to enjoy it.
She nodded, probably sorry that she'd been the one to ask the innocent
question. But knowing that it was probably far too late to change her
mind.
"Lean back."
"Lean back? Why? Please." She extended her hands behind her and leaned
her bare body back, thrusting out her chest as she was forced into the
awkward position.
I carefully poured a line of syrup across the top of her chest. She
cried out as the cold liquid hit her bare skin, but she endured it.
"Sit up." I ordered her. The sticky liquid began to flow down her
body, slowly dripping down her breasts, coating them. She shivered as
the liquid slowly dripped down.
She crunched up her face and spoke. "I. I sort of meant more for my
pancakes." She couldn't quite keep a straight face.
I carefully lifted the jug and poured the liquid into her tangled
blonde hair. She sharply moved back, not expecting me to do that, her
eyes opened wide. Her quick movement caused me to spill a little onto
her thighs and onto the floor. She gasped.
"Amy?"
"Oh God. I'm sorry. I." She moved herself back into position, knowing
complaint or refusal was useless. I'd just tie her down, not give her
her breakfast and pour as much syrup over her as I wanted. She would
drown in the stuff if I wanted her to.
"Amy? There's some on the floor because of that."
She looked down, confused, at the small puddle of syrup by her left
knee.
"Don't you think that you should clean up your mess?"
She looked around, beginning to rise to her feet to get a cloth. I
touched her shoulder.
"Not that way."
She closed her eyes. She reached down and extended her fingers,
intending to wipe it up onto her skin.
"No fingers."
She looked at me, finally realizing how she was going to have to do
it.
"Please? Don't make me do this. Please? I. I don't want to."
"Amy."
"Oh shit. Alright."
She carefully got to her hands and knees and bent her head. She tried
to keep her hair out of the way, but wasn't too successful as she bent
her head and carefully licked the small puddle from the floor. The
syrup was slowly dripping from her hair and her breasts onto the
floor. She could be at this all day if I wanted. But I stopped her as
she began to move towards one of the drops that had fallen from her
body. I'd humiliated her enough.
"Knees."
She looked up thankfully and returned to her knees, kneeling in the
syrup drips, but not really caring at this point, as long as I wasn't
forcing her to clean the floor with her tongue.
She swallowed and stayed still as I finished pouring syrup over her
head. The sticky substance coated her hair, ran down her face, and
mixed with her tears. Her sticky hair stuck to her shoulders and her
bare back.
"Would you like some on your plate as well?"
She swallowed and closed her eyes. "You aren't going to fill my pussy
if I say yes?"
"If I was going to, you can't do much about it."
She took a breath. "This slave would like some syrup on her breakfast.
Please?" she begged. If she had to be humiliated, at least she wanted
something out of it.
I smiled at her and poured a liberal amount over her pancakes.
"Why didn't you say so?" I teased her.
"Oh God. You bastard." But she was smiling now as well, realizing that
syrup washed off. Not like she was ruining her clothes or anything.
This was mild torment compared to other things I'd put her through.
"At least I don't have to worry about getting my fingers sticky."
I moved over to Elizabeth.
"You want syrup as well?"
"Do I have a choice?"
I grinned at her. "You have a choice. If you say no, you only get it
over your pretty head and on your chest. If you say yes, you get it on
your breakfast as well."
"Yes," she replied quietly. Without even being told, she leaned back
allowing the syrup to be poured over her bare breasts. After that was
done, she sat back up and stayed motionless as I poured more into her
hair. She licked at it as it fell down her face. I completed the show
with some across her breakfast.
She whispered quick thank-you as I moved to Sheila.
"Oh no," she murmured as I approached her. Without another word, the
bare blonde beauty allowed the same treatment. She looked up at me
from her kneeling position.
"Sheila? Sweety? You want some on your pancakes?"
She nodded shyly.
"Beg."
"Beg?"
"Beg."
"Please? Master? A dirty slave begs for syrup on her breakfast." She
fell into the begging role so easily, probably having been taught it
by Mayer.
I finished with the tormented girl and moved to Jane. Jane just looked
at me with her deep brown eyes. Pleading.
"Please. We haven't done anything. I'd like some syrup, but ... oh
God." She gasped as the cold liquid ran over her head. I didn't bother
with her breasts but just poured a bit extra over her hair, allowing
it to drip onto her chest. I brushed her hair forward across her bare
shoulders. I forced the girl to lick the syrup from my fingers that
I'd gotten sticky from touching her head. I couldn't imagine the
feeling of that. Being nude, helpless, and having syrup poured over
you. Having to sit still. Jane's nipples had risen, but I'm not sure
if that was due to the cold of the syrup, or something else.
I didn't make her beg, but simply finished off by pouring some over
her food.
I stood and surveyed the girls. They looked a bit miserable on their
knees and covered in syrup, but they knew better than to complain.
Jane saw me looking at her. "If I thought that I could take whatever
punishment you'd give me, I swear I'd come over there and hug you for
this. God. I'm sticky. You are going to let us shower after this,
aren't you?"
"Maybe, if you are good and don't complain."
"God. Alright. I'll even tell you I like it if you let me shower."
"We'll see. Eat. Your breakfast is getting cold." The girls all began
to pick apart their pancakes with their fingers. One advantage to this
treatment was that they weren't worried about their fingers anymore,
not concerned about getting sticky.
I sat back down.
"You want syrup?" I asked the only clean girl in the room.
"Oh God. Not me too. I cooked for you," Christi spoke softly, trying
to get out of it. "Please?"
"Don't worry about it. I'm not going to cover you too." I reached
forward and simply covered her breakfast in syrup. I watched as she
carefully dug into her breakfast with her long fingers, popping pieces
into her mouth and licking her fingers clean.
"Thank-you," Christi whispered. "I can't imagine what that must feel
like."
"You still might find out."
"Oh God."
I finished up my breakfast and just watched the girls eat. Jane and
Amy both asked for seconds and I indulged the sticky women. The
pancakes slowly disappeared into their mouths. I allowed Jane and Amy
to pour their own syrup on their second helping. They seemed grateful
not to have to endure the food to skin contact once again.
"You girls are a mess," I joked with them. Jane just shot me a dirty
look from her syrup streaked face. "Alright, on your feet. Put your
dishes in the sink."
The girls scrambled to obey. I could see that the ones from the floor
were fighting the instinct to wipe their skin, their faces, their bare
breasts. Desperately wanting to clean themselves. I looked down where
they had been. Syrup was evident all over the floor. All five girls
stood awkwardly in front of the sink.
"Christi?"
"Yes sir?" she asked innocently.
"Hug them. All of them."
She paled. "You can't be serious."
"When was the last time I joked about you hugging another woman?"
"Please no."
"Christi?" I asked in a warning tone.
"You are going to let us shower, right?"
"Does it matter?"
She looked down and softly said, "No sir."
She turned and hesitantly placed her hands around Jane's neck, their
bodies still far apart. She looked back at me, pleaded with her eyes.
Not wanting to do this to herself. She finally took a deep breath and
before she was ready, Jane helped her by grabbing her waist and
forcing their bare bodies together. Christi yelped, and Jane actually
laughed, rubbing her soiled skin against Christi.
"Thought you were going to get away without it?" Jane gaily asked her
friend.
Christi just stepped away and ran her fingers across her bare breasts.
She licked at her fingers and smiled. "I guess not," she said
ruefully.
She breathed in deeply and moved on, taking care with Sheila, but
hugging each nude girl in turn until she was nearly as covered as they
were. Her hair had escaped serious stickiness, but that was all.
"Alright. That's enough of that, as erotic as it was." I noticed that
despite herself, Christi's nipples had managed to tighten during this
skin on skin contact. Perhaps the food play had excited her as well.
"Kneel."
All the women dropped obediently to their knees.
"You all ready for a shower?"
They all nodded in unison. They were more than ready for a shower.
"Who's first?"
They all began to talk at once, wanting to be first.
"Alright. Quiet. Elizabeth, Sheila, and Amy. Go on. Cold water. I
don't want to get up there to a steamy bathroom. Got it? Make it
quick."
Elizabeth spoke up. "Please, master? Can we please use hot water. At
least cool water?"
I turned to the girl. "Elizabeth? Would you prefer if I put you back
in that hog-tie for the rest of the day? Without a shower?"
She paled. "No sir. We'll use cold. Please."
I reconsidered. Syrup was going to be damn hard to get out of their
hair without hot water. And I didn't want them sticky and dirty all
day.
"Wash each other, and you can use hot water to wash yourselves. Okay?
Cold to rinse. But I want you shivering when you get out. And I don't
want you in there all day. Understand?"
Elizabeth nodded mutely. Afraid to say anything further.
"Thank you," Sheila whispered as she pushed herself to her bare feet.
I watched as the girls filed out of the kitchen. I hoped that they
managed to get to the bathroom before they dripped that syrup all over
the carpet. Otherwise I might have to punish them.
"Alright, you two," I addressed the remaining girls. "Dishes."
Christi sprang to her feet and began to run the water into the sink. I
watched the naked girls as they washed and dried and cleaned up. The
syrup was still dripping out of Jane's matted brown hair, down her
back and even down her legs. She seemed uncomfortable, but she knew
that she was going to get to wash soon and she didn't complain. This
punishment wasn't severe enough to warrant complaints and she knew it.
Christi was just lightly coated.
I stopped Jane as she bent to clean up the floor. The floor was going
to get more syrup on it before it got cleaned. I'd get Amy to do it
later. Maybe with her tongue.
They finished quickly and knelt back at my feet, their faces upturned
expectantly. They probably hoped that I was going to release them to
the shower.
Instead, I leaned back in my chair and gazed at the beautiful sticky
girls. After a few minutes, they shifted uncomfortably and Jane spoke.
"Sir?"
"Yes?"
"Can we please shower? I. I'm so dirty." Her hand reached up and
touched her hair. She grimaced as her fingers came away sticky. She
was covered in the syrup. It was dripping off her body.
"Soon. I want you to do something for me first."
Christi spoke. "We'll do it. Whatever it is. Please."
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I picked up the jug of syrup again and approached Christi. She paled.
I guided her body up. She remained on her knees on the tile, but she
wasn't back on her haunches.
"Please. You don't have to do this. I. Christ, that's cold." I
upturned the syrup over her blonde mane, matting it to her head. She
coughed as the liquid flowed into her protesting mouth.
I bent behind her and poured some more over her calves and feet.
"Lie down."
"Please no."
"Christi?" That warning tone came out again.
The frightened girl lay herself down on the tile, syrup was gathering
in the small natural pool at the base of her neck. She was covered. I
carefully poured a small amount through her pubic hair and into her
belly button and left her lying on her back, softly crying. She
struggled to lie still.
I glanced at Jane. She shuddered, but stayed still as I poured a
little more over her pretty head. I poured a bit more along her calves
and then put the jug on the table. I slipped a pair of handcuffs
around Jane's unresisting wrists pinning her hands behind her back. I
had Christi rise to her knees and repeated the cuffing procedure. I
sat back down and regarded the miserable girls.
Jane looked up at me, trying to blink away the new syrup that was
streaming down her face.
"Why, master? What have we done?"
"Nothing Janey. Absolutely nothing."
"Then why?"
"Do you have any idea what you two look like?"
"Pathetic?"
"Sexy as all hell."
"Thank-you. I think."
"Listen. You two are pretty covered with sticky stuff, aren't you?"
They nodded. Still miserable.
"Well, I don't want to get it on the carpet."
"So you are going to let us shower?" Jane asked hopefully.
"Eventually. Unless you fail."
"Fail in what?" She didn't look happy to be asking this question.
"Are there carpets on the way to the shower?"
"Of course there are."
"How are you going to get from point kitchen to point bathroom without
dirtying the carpet?"
"Run fast?" Jane asked hopefully.
"Let's assume that you are crawling. Through the dining room and
entertainment room."
"Please no. We can't do it. I. I don't want to be punished. Please.
It's impossible. You can't expect us to not drip this stuff. That's
not fair." Christi began to beg.
"Life isn't fair," I said turning towards the blonde.
Jane took a deep breath. She was pretty quick. "Will you give us some
time before you make us do this?"
I smiled. She was catching onto what I wanted from them. "Sure. But
not enough time to let that stuff drip off you onto this floor."
Jane took a deep breath. "Christi? Honey?"
Christi looked over at her fellow captive a look of questioning on her
face. Jane stuck out her tongue in response, slowly and seductively
licking the syrup form around her own mouth.
"You are joking."
"You think he's joking? That's what he wants."
"Oh God. Please no."
Jane just moved on her knees towards Christi. She bent her face
towards her shoulder and slowly used her tongue to lap up the syrup
that had coated the surface. Christi knelt and closed her eyes. I
settled back into my chair to watch the women. Christi with a sigh,
settled herself back onto the tile. Her bound hands beneath her. Jane
gave me a withering look but began her slow task of licking at the
pools of syrup that coated Christi's body. Her tongue traced along
Christi's face, the hollow of her chest, her bare breasts, her hips,
her belly button. Christi being ticklish squirmed deliciously, but
allowed Jane to lick up as much of the excess syrup as she could.
These girls were going to be completely sick of the taste of the sweet
stuff by the time they were done. Jane even had to lick at Christi's
bare toes causing Christi to gasp uncontrollably.
I got to my feet and quickly walked upstairs, leaving Jane to her
task. The shower was still running as I walked into the bathroom.
"Just about done in there?" I asked to a chorus of squeals.
"We're just about done. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get
syrup out of long hair?" Elizabeth asked, poking her head around the
shower doors. "I had to have Amy wash my hair four times."
"It gets harder when the water is cold." I opened the door a bit and
reached in, shutting off the hot water. Whoever was under the spray,
Amy I think, screamed as the cold water hit her body. The girls
scrambled out of the spray.
"Amy?"
"Y-yes sir?" she responded from where she was pressed up against the
other two girls, shivering.
"Under the spray. A full two minutes."
"Please no. I'm rinsed. I'm clean."
"Two minutes. You want five?"
She gingerly stepped forward, gasping as the cold water hit her bare
feet.
"Please?"
I shook my head and she took a deep breath. She screamed as she threw
her unprotected body under the freezing spray. I glanced at my watch
and tried to ignore her begging as she stood under the water. After
two minutes I touched her. She was dancing under the water trying to
warm herself.
"Thank God," she whispered as she emerged dripping from the shower.
Her teeth were chattering and she hugged herself as she stepped out. I
handed her a towel and she immediately wrapped it around herself,
trying to get the cold water off her body.
I motioned for Elizabeth to do the same thing. She threw me a pleading
glance, but stepped under the spray. She screeched as well as the cold
water hit her. I forced her to stand under it for two full minutes and
then allowed her a towel. I had to ignore her begging and pleading.
She too was shivering as she stepped out of the shower.
"You bastard," she hissed at me as she emerged. Her nipples had
contracted to tiny hard points under the freezing cold spray.
Sheila simply stepped under the spray without any hesitation or
sounds. She was shivering, but stood still while the cold water
cascaded over her bare body. When I allowed her out from under the
water, she daintily stepped out, hugging herself and shivering. I let
her have a towel.
Amy couldn't contain her curiousity. "You didn't scream?"
"I'm used it," Sheila explained. "Evan didn't have hot water in my
shower at all. It's cold, but I guess I'm just used to it. I had to
shower. He. He would have been rougher with me if I'd been dirty."
"Alright. Dry off. Warm up. And wait for me in the bedroom."
Sheila touched my shoulder as I turned to leave. "Master? I. I feel a
lot better today. Do. Do you want me to put on make up."
"If you feel alright." Her bruises had reduced a great deal. Her face
was almost back to normal. Her side still looked tender though.
"I'll put some on. Maybe Elizabeth can help me."
I nodded and exited the bathroom. Elizabeth and Amy were fighting over
the hair drier again as I left. I was sure that they'd be done and
waiting for me by the time I was done with Christi and Jane.
When I reentered the kitchen, Jane had turned over Christi and was
licking at her shoulder blades. Christi looked a lot cleaner. At least
enough to be able to crawl without too much danger of dripping.
"Ladies?"
They looked up at me.
"I hope you are enjoying Jane's mouth, Christi?"
"It feels alright," she answered back. "Better than a whipping."
"Did she do your breasts?"
"Yes." Christi flushed a little. It was harder to tell with Jane,
syrup was still all over her face.
"That's good, because you both have to climax before I take you
upstairs."
"You're kidding."
I shook my head and settled back to watch.
Jane spoke. "God. I don't think I can use my tongue much longer."
Christi struggled to her knees. "Let me, then."
With the words, Jane lay back on the tile and let Christi use her
tongue to clean the syrup from her body. I watched, fascinated as
Christi once again used her tongue on another woman. Jane flushed as
Christi was forced to circle her nipples with her tongue. Gasping.
Finally, before moving down to clean Jane's legs, Christi dipped
between Jane's legs, urging her thighs apart.
"May as well get this part over with while I'm here."
Jane nodded, knowing to protest was useless. I watched as Jane closed
her eyes and concentrated on whatever her fantasy was. Christi's
tongue darted between her folds, finding her clit and finding her
rhythm. Soon Jane was lost in pleasure, moaning and completely unaware
that I was watching her make love with another woman. The seventeen
year old cried out as she climaxed, arching, screaming, and finally
panting as she finished.
"I'm done. Christi, sweety, I'm done."
Christi looked up. Curious. "How was it?"
"Good. God did that feel good."
"I have to finish your legs, okay?"
Jane nodded, lying her head back, her matted hair sticking to the
floor behind her. Christi continued to lick her way down Jane's thighs
and calves slowly cleaning the excess syrup from her. She took more
care around the knees, knowing that they'd be crawling and I'd be
looking for any excuse to punish them. Finally she licked the excess
from Jane's bare feet and knelt up.
Jane struggled to her knees. I looked at the women.
"Christi needs to climax as well."
"Please no. You know I don't want to. I. I'll do whatever you want but
that."
"You'll whip her for me?"
"Please no. I. I'll do what you want. I can't whip her." Christi began
to lower herself back to the floor, cringing at her state, her
stickiness, the floor.
Jane looked pleadingly at me, but bent to her task. She quickly
lowered her head between Christi's thighs and began to pleasure the
other woman. The blonde closed her eyes and began to concentrate on
the sensations between her legs. Jane's tongue wasn't as experienced
as Christi's was, but Christi was soon moaning anyway. It had been a
while since I'd allowed them any relief. Either one of them.
"Beg Jane to let you climax."
"What?" Christi's eyes opened wide, uncomprehending.
"Beg Jane for a climax. I don't want you fantasizing that it's a guy
down there. It's Jane. A woman. Beg her for your orgasm. Call her a
slut."
"You must be joking. I can't."
"Would you rather be hog-tied all day, right where you are now? Or
perhaps you'd prefer to be bound into a chair with Jane licking you
for hours?"
"Oh God no. Please don't make me do this."
Jane had not stopped her ministrations while I was talking to Christi.
Christi moaned as the sensations of Jane's tongue made their way to
her brain.
"Alright. You don't have to do it. But you may as well get the rope
now."
"Oh God. Okay." She closed her eyes. "Please let me climax."
It sounded very flat. I crouched beside Christi and began to pinch her
nipples. She cried out as the pressure became painful for her.
"Ahhh. Please stop. It hurts."
"Beg her. Use her name."
"Alright. Alright. Just stop."
I released her and forced her to lick at my fingertips that had picked
up a light coating of syrup from her nipples. When my fingers were
clean, Christi took a deep breath, unable to continue whatever her
fantasy was. "Please, Jane? Use your soft tongue. Make me scream. Let
me climax. Oh God. I can't do this. Please?"
I returned to my chair watching the girls.
"Oh God. I'm sorry Jane. Use you tongue on my pussy, slut. Make me cum
for our Master. Oh God. Make me scream."
At the last words Christi exploded to Jane's tongue. Her body arched
and she bucked against her bonds. She cried out as she climaxed. Her
head fell to the side, whispering Jane's name.
As she fell over the edge, Jane rocked back on her knees, finished her
task. She worked her tongue around in her mouth, working out the
cramps, perhaps trying to lose the sweet taste of the syrup and
Christi.
I let Christi recover for a few minutes before ordering her to her
knees.
I released both girl's hands and forced them to their hands and knees.
They complied, too exhausted and dirty to care. I carefully poured a
last bit of syrup onto their insteps. I indicated that they should
lift their feet slightly to ensure that they didn't spill any. I was
going to force them to lick it off later.
The two girls remained on the floor as I rose to my feet. Their dirty
hair hung in matted braids beside their faces. Their still sticky bare
breasts hung beneath their bodies. Their bare feet raised, their soles
stained with the syrup.
"You two ready for the shower?"
"Please?" Jane and Christi both whispered. They hadn't been up more
than two hours and already I'd put them through a grueling torment.
I watched as their nude bodies fell into an awkward crawling motion. I
held doors for them as they slowly and painfully made their way, the
long way, through the house. They had a lot of trouble with the
stairs, but I forced them to remain on their hands and knees despite
their groans and begging to be let up. They looked like a pair of
gorgeous abused females as they obeyed my directions. I wished I had a
camera to capture the sight of them as they crawled. Miserable.
Finally we made it to the bathroom. Elizabeth, Sheila and Amy were
long gone. Presumably, they were waiting as ordered in the master
bedroom.
"Knees," I ordered the miserable girls on the floor. They
automatically found their way to their knees. Their sticky hands
resting easily on their thighs. "Thighs apart."
They complied, sliding their knees apart and exposing themselves for
me. They seemed a little surprised at the order. I usually let them
kneel a little more modestly. I sat on the edge of the bathtub and
just looked at them. They did look pathetic and I almost felt sorry
for them. Just two naked, syrup encrusted women trying to make the
best of a terrible situation. I don't know how they did it. Stayed
sane. They looked so sexy kneeling there for me.
I spoke to them gently. "You two have been really good today so far.
I'm surprised. No complaints. Good obedience. I'm going to take a
quick shower, if you are in exactly this same position when I get out,
I'll let you take a long hot shower together. And you'll get a
pleasant surprise when you get out. Alright?"
They both nodded. I was sure that they wouldn't move an inch from
those positions. I suspect the only thing on their minds was to get
into this shower and wash the remainder of the syrup from their
bodies. They waited as they had to.
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I slipped out of my clothing and placed it on the counter. Christi
followed my movement with her eyes, probably wishing for her clothes
back. I stepped into the shower and turned it on very hot. I scrubbed
myself. I knew that I could have forced Christi and Jane in here with
me, but for once, I just wanted to shower and get back to my plans for
the day. I finished quickly, rinsed and turned off the shower. I
stepped out to find the girls exactly as I'd left them. Kneeling and
sticky gazing wistfully at the shower. Jane was really restraining
herself. All her instincts were screaming at her to be a normal girl
and just jump into the shower, turning on the wonderful warm spray.
But she knew that she couldn't without my permission.
"Ladies? Remember that small amount of syrup I put on your feet before
we left the kitchen?"
They nodded unhappily.
"Time to clean it off. You know the drill."
Resigned, Christi rose up on her knees. The upturned bottom of her
feet still were covered in the syrup. Jane sighed and bent herself
down, supporting herself with her hands. Her tongue snaked out and she
daintily licked up the other woman's soles. Christi squirmed at the
sensations, but managed to keep still enough to allow Jane to finish.
The sight was exceptionally arousing. I didn't know how much longer I
was going to be able to hold out before using one of the girls.
Jane and Christi reversed positions, Jane allowing Christi to lick the
syrup off her feet. She finished and looked up at me from her hands
and knees.
Jane touched her hair again and spoke. "Please. God. Please can we
shower? Master? Please?"
I nodded and the girls just about tripped over one another scrambling
to their bare feet. They were in the shower and gasping beneath the
spray before I finished dressing.
I left them to wash each other and wandered out into the hallway
towards the master bedroom.
I peeked into the master bedroom where the three girls were kneeling
on the floor and quietly talking. They hushed as Elizabeth noticed my
presence. She looked up at me expectantly. I just gazed in at them,
three young women, glowing from their shower, kneeling for me.
Without a word, I carefully shut the door on their confused faces and
walked back down to the dining room. I picked up the clothes laid out
so carefully on the table from the previous night. Pursing my lips, I
draped the fabric over my arm, the fabric of the evening gown sensual,
the jeans and sweater a bit harsher against my skin. I reminded myself
that I could always make them strip for me, and made my decision.
I made my way upstairs and silently entered the bathroom. The girls
were still splashing in the shower. I carefully laid the clothing down
on the counter for them and breathed in the smell of the steam and the
soap.
"God, that was awful," Jane murmured to Christi behind the shower
curtain. I smiled.
"You'll never get it all off me. Christ. I'll never eat syrup again as
long as I live. I swear it."
"Quit squirming, I can't get your hair clean if you keep moving around
like a monkey."
"We have to get clean and quick. I wonder what his problem is today.
He was so nice to us last night."
"I don't know. I'm not sure he ever really has a reason. Am I done?"
"Hell no. I'm going to have to wash you again. Jesus, you're sticky."
"You think we can rinse with warm water? He didn't let the others."
"I guess not. I can go beg him, once I'm clean."
"He'll punish you for leaving the shower."
"I know. But, I want a hot rinse."
"How would he know?"
"He'll know."
I smiled to myself. Truthfully, I had no idea if they followed my
instructions when out of sight. For all I knew they could have used
the shower individually and rinsed any way they chose. But there was
always the chance that I'd sneak in when they didn't know I was there
and find out. Then there would be hell to pay. I almost just left
then, interested what they'd come up with on the cold rinse problem on
their own, but as I was leaving the bathroom I decided to give them a
break. It would reinforce that I could listen anytime I wanted. Their
privacy was nil.
"Girls?"
They both screamed as the unexpected voice registered with them,
surprising them.
"God, you scared us." Christi managed to speak from behind the shower
stall.
"Doing something you shouldn't?"
"No, master, just showering like ordered," Jane replied. "Please,
Master ..."
"No questions, girls," I cut her off before she could ask the rinse
question.
"Yes, sir," Jane replied quietly, knowing that she would have to risk
punishment no matter what they decided to do. It would be easy for me
to tell what the temperature of their final moments in the shower
were. Amy had been ice cold for at least ten minutes after suffering
the cold spray.
I turned to leave smiling at their discomfort.
"Warm water is fine for rinsing." I said over my shoulder as I turned
away from the bathroom.
"Thank-you, sir. Thank-you," I heard Jane's voice calling softly from
behind the stall.
I smiled and returned to the bedroom. The girls were still kneeling
and they all turned towards me as I pushed open the door. They all
remained silent as I plopped onto the bed.
"Talking about me?"
Elizabeth nodded while the other two shook their heads.
"Elizabeth? You were talking about me and the other's weren't?"
She paled, realizing their mistake. "No, sir. I. I got confused. It's.
It's just that I'm still not used to being here."
"After all this time?"
"No. You never quite get used to being nude and subservient all the
time."
"So you were talking about me?"
"Yes. I mean no."
"Elizabeth. Calm. I'm not going to punish anyone for talking about me.
Doesn't really matter. I'm not even going to ask what you were calling
me."
"Yes," she finally replied. Beaten. She knew that I knew.
"Good. Now, how'd you like your morning? Your breakfast?"
"Truthfully?"
I nodded.
"I can't speak for everyone, but the pancakes were wonderful. I could
have done without the syrup shower, though."
"So you didn't like the syrup?"
"You have no idea how icky that was."
"Hmmm. I'll have to keep that in mind."
"Please not again. We've been good girls, haven't we? We even let you
do that without a single complaint."
"Well, you are all nice and clean now. I'm not about to spoil it."
All the girls looked relieved. I lay back into the pillows and closed
my eyes.
"Sir?" Sheila hesitantly raised her voice.
I opened my eyes and stared at her. I'd never seen her like this. Her
face had on light make-up and her hair was brushed out around her
shoulders. Except for the bruise on her left side, she was radiant. I
could see that her side was still causing her discomfort, but she was
bearing it well.
"I just wanted to know what you wanted us to do," she asked meekly.
"Just kneel there and look pretty."
She looked down and swallowed, a bit embarrassed still that she had to
follow orders like that. The girls remained silent for the next five
minutes. Finally I rose up onto one elbow and gazed back at them. All
of them lowered their eyes, knowing that something was finally up. On
one hand the waiting was over, on the other, whatever was planned for
them they weren't likely to enjoy.
"Amy?"
"Yes, sir."
"To your feet."
The girl struggled to rise to her bare feet. She stood uncertainly
looking at me on the bed. Not sure what was expected of her, knowing
that she would do it. Whatever it was.
"Drag that chair out into the middle of the floor."
Sheila and Elizabeth shifted on their knees to allow Amy to place the
chair approximately where they were kneeling. It was the
straight-backed desk chair that Gertrude used as a cosmetic seat, the
same chair that I had sat on so often comforting the women when they
were stuck in the bed. Amy placed it and then went to sit. Realizing
that I hadn't told her to sit, she caught herself before lowering and
simply stood at the side with her hands at her hips.
"You can sit."
"I don't mind standing."
"Sit."
She paled a bit and lowered herself into the chair, crossing her legs
modestly, facing me, hands demurely in her lap. The bondage pack was
lying on the ground by the side of the bed. Normally, I'd wait for
Jane, her being a better knot tyer than I, but I wanted to feel Amy's
silky skin as I bound her into the chair.
I reached for the bag, pulling some soft cord from it.
"You don't need to tie me up, you know," Amy implored quietly.
"I know I don't, sweety. But I want to, this time. I'll try not to
make it too uncomfortable."
"Being restrained is uncomfortable. I'll do whatever you want without
it. I've learned my lesson."
"Hush, sweety. I don't want to gag you as well, but I will. What I
want is your pretty body tied into that chair. It isn't a punishment.
I'm not going to hurt you beyond putting rope on you. Okay?"
She mutely nodded, tears rising unbidden to her eyes. Her helplessness
was still coming home to her. She knew that I would do with her as I
pleased. It didn't matter what she wanted. She was fighting every urge
in her body not to simply rise out of that chair and run. There was so
little stopping her. And yet she knew that she had to sit there, nude
and vulnerable, and let me tie her up. Like it or not. Reason or not.
I lifted myself off the bed and crouched beside her chair. The other
two girls just waited quietly on their knees, happy that it wasn't
them being bound.
I touched her wrist gently, guiding it to the back of the chair. Her
skin was silken from the long shower she has just taken. She smelled
of spring flowers. That scent that is so uniquely female mixed with
the flowers, intoxicating. I almost regretted what I was about to do
to this creature.
I fought back my urge to let her be, and carefully bound her small
wrist to the back support, lashing it in place. I was careful not to
obstruct her circulation, she could be sitting here for a while. I
repeated the procedure on her right wrist. I stepped back and watched
as she unconsciously pulled at her trapped wrists, tears still falling
slowly down her face. She didn't have a clue what was going to happen
to her while she was unable to stop anything.
I knelt at her feet. Her legs were still crossed. I touched her
delicate ankle and she closed her eyes, letting her legs fall apart
towards the chair legs, knowing I was going to tie her legs apart as
well. I carefully moved her bare feet to the outside of the chair legs
and lashed them in place. Again, she pulled at the bonds, but knew
that she was stuck there until I freed her. She squirmed, but didn't
offer up any complaints as I bound her knees to the chair arms and
placed cord above and below her bare breasts, accentuating them and
securing her back into the chair.
I pulled at her ropes gently, and satisfied, I returned to the soft
bed. She continued to weep quietly in her chair as I watched her.
Finally she lifted her eyes to look at me with pleading there. She
spoke softly.
"Sir? Please? If you don't want me to speak just tell me, I really
don't want to be gagged." She paused, waiting for a moment to give me
time to chastise her. I didn't. I could see the vulnerability in her
wet eyes. She knew what she was wide open and helpless, and it
frightened her. None of the girls knew what they were in for this
morning. I'd been very unpredictable. She continued her plea, "I. I
don't want to be tied. I'll do whatever you want. I'll fuck ... I mean
you can rape me. I. I don't mind. I'll kneel all day for you. Please
don't hurt me. I haven't done anything."
"Let's see now. What have you done this morning? You spilt syrup. You
spoke without permission. You tried to get out of a cold shower. You
screamed under the cold water. You lied about whether you were talking
about me earlier. And you are pleading now, even though I warned you
that I wanted you to hush. I think I've been rather tolerant of you,
so far."
She paled, not having any idea that she had made so many mistakes in
one morning. But I wasn't punishing her. I was just pointing out that
she wasn't as innocent as she was making out. Truthfully, I was being
rather unfair, and I knew it. Most of the things I'd mentioned didn't
bother me at all, and in some cases were hardly her fault. But she
also knew better than to question such unfairness. She wasn't in any
position to question it.
"Oh God. Please don't hurt me. I. I don't want to be hurt. I'll do
anything to make it up to you. I can be good. I will be good. I'll try
harder. Please. Oh God. Please."
Even the other women had paled here, realizing that they were just as
guilty of the perceived disobedience that Amy was.
"Shush," I said to her kindly. "Amy, darling, I'm not punishing you.
You are not tied to that chair as a punishment. It might be a little
uncomfortable, but I have no intention of hurting you yet."
Amy struggled to keep her tongue, wanting to beg, wanting out.
Frightened. I watched fascinated as the emotions and the tears fell
across her face.
I took a breath and looked over at the other two girls, evaluating. I
made my decision.
"Elizabeth?"
She was still pale but answered automatically.
"Yes, sir?"
"I'm interested in seeing a girl-girl scene."
"Oh God. Please no."
"Are you refusing?"
She swallowed and took a deep breath. "I don't know. Please. I'm
clean. I. Please don't make me. I can't. She's upset. I'll do anything
else. Wouldn't you rather have me?"
I looked at her quizzically. She hadn't been one to refuse anything. I
mentally stepped back and approached from a different angle. Perhaps
she was just begging, but her voice had that edge to it. She might dig
in her heels on this one. Why, I couldn't fathom. It wasn't like I was
going to whip her while she licked Amy or anything. This should have
been easy.
"Elizabeth, I'm ordering you to lick Amy between her legs. I don't
care if she orgasms or not, I just want to see you do it."
"Oh God. Please. No. I can't."
Amy whispered from her chair. "Elizabeth, come on. You have to. I
don't mind."
I turned to Amy. "Haven't you said enough?" I asked her quietly but
with some menace. Amy's mouth snapped shut, and she struggled with her
ropes a bit then quieted. Afraid of being gagged.
"Elizabeth?"
"Oh God. Please. I've let you pour shit on me. I've placed myself
under a freezing cold shower for you. I've crawled for you. I've done
everything you fucking asked. Please, don't make me do this. Not to
her. I'll do you. I'll let you tie me up all day again. I'll crawl on
my hands and knees all day for you. I'll switch places with her. I'll
let you have all of them lick me. You can rape me. But please. Not
Amy. Don't make me do this."
Her face was getting redder and she was beginning to panic. For some
reason she didn't want to make love to this girl. I guess I couldn't
blame her. For some reason it had stuck in her mind as something worth
fighting about. It wasn't and she was going to discover that the hard
way.
I considered. "Alright. I won't make you lick Amy right now. But you
realize that you've earned yourself a punishment."
Elizabeth paled and swallowed heavily. "Yes, sir. I realize that.
Thank-you." She looked relieved. She wouldn't be relieved for long,
but for now she thought that she'd had some control over her fate.
I turned to Sheila who was kneeling quietly, watching in fascination,
on the other side of Amy's bound body. As she noticed the attention
shifting to her, she looked up at me.
"Mayer made me do women. I've done it before. I'll do it," she said
reluctantly. "What are you going to do to her?" Meaning Elizabeth.
"Telling would ruin the surprise."
"Don't hurt her, okay? You'll get your girl-girl sex. You don't need
to hurt her."
I nodded, though I had every intention of hurting her. Until she
begged to lick Amy.
I watched as Sheila reluctantly shuffled forward on her knees and
placed her hands atop Amy's bare knees. She took a deep breath and
spoke to the girl that she'd only met recently.
"Amy, sweety. I want to be clear on this, before I start. I know you
can't talk. I know you don't want this any more than I do. But I have
to do it. I don't want to see you punished, or me punished because of
this. It's just skin. I know you understand, but I just wanted to be
clear. Its. It's the first time we've been together. Alright? I don't
mind if you don't."
Amy nodded through her tears and braced herself. I hadn't ordered her
to enjoy the sensations, and she realized that. She closed her eyes
and sort of turned her head away as much as she could, as Sheila
slowly lowered her head between the widely stretched thighs. I heard a
moan from both women as Sheila's tongue began its exploration of Amy.
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I turned away from Sheila and Amy briefly to turn my gaze to
Elizabeth. The woman was still on her knees watching Sheila perform
the task she was rightfully her's.
"Elizabeth?"
She turned towards my voice, fright plastered across her features. I
motioned for her to approach the bed. She swallowed, and shuffled
forward on her bare knees, probably frightened of increasing her
punishment by rising to her feet.
"Please sir. This slave begs forgiveness."
I touched her bare shoulder, indicating that she should rise to the
bed. She did, sitting on the edge, looking in fear at my face. I could
still hear Amy and Sheila's small noises as they had sex, but I tried
to ignore it, having to deal with this woman in front of me first.
"Kneel." Elizabeth hastened to obey, bringing her legs up onto the bed
and kneeling demurely beside me. When she saw me pick up the handcuffs
from the bedside table, she gave be a look of pleading, but allowed me
to cuff her wrists behind her back. She didn't even ask why, knowing
the reason.
"Come lie down with me."
She struggled with her hands pinned behind her, finally stretching her
bare body out with her back against me. Her bound hands reached for my
groin, but I stopped her. She turned her head as much as she could,
confused.
"Why, Elizabeth?"
"Why do I want to touch you?" A note of incredulity crept into her
voice.
My eyes had returned to the view of Sheila slowly licking at Amy's
pussy in front of me. Amy was pulling at her ropes, eyes closed.
Concentrating. I wasn't sure if she was concentrating on Sheila's
sensations or on trying to ignore them. It wasn't like I'd ordered
either female to enjoy it or climax.
Still watching the girls having forced sex in front of me, I wrapped
my arms around Elizabeth, letting my hands idly brush at her nipples.
She gasped as she realized what I was doing, but finally just relaxed,
knowing that if I wanted to touch her, I would. If I was going to put
her in pain, I would. Nothing she could do about it.
"Why wouldn't you do what Sheila is doing? You knew you'd be
punished."
She paled, I could see it from where I was lying. "Please, sir. I. I
don't know. Normally I would have. I swear it. But. I don't know. I'm
tired. And I'm tired of having to listen to you. And I didn't feel
like making love to another woman."
"It's going to be worse. Your punishment."
"I know. God. I'm hoping I can make you forget about that." I felt her
finger tips find me through my jeans. "There are nicer things that I
could do for you rather than punish me."
"Elizabeth. Stop. You are getting punished whether you play or not.
Right now, I just want to watch the two beautiful women in front of us
and find out why you disobeyed." I carefully pinched her erect nipples
making her cry out a little. Amy opened her eyes, seeing me fondling
Elizabeth. She moaned again and closed her eyes.
He hands stopped their probing behind her with the pain in her
breasts. She tacitly understood that she wasn't to play with me. For
the second time today, I wondered if I was complete moron.
"Please, sir. I'll be good. I swear it. I'm sorry."
"I don't understand. Did you want a punishment?"
"No sir. I. I just didn't want to lick Amy. Badly enough to risk a
punishment. I. God. I'm so fucking tired of being a slave. Having to
lie here naked and handcuffed, not being able to stop you from
caressing my skin, not being able to stop you from hurting me. Not
being allowed clothing. You have no idea what it's like. Never
knowing. Being punished because I didn't want to have sex. I'd give
you all the sex you want. Willingly. Why do you want me to make love
to another woman, when you know I'm straight?" Tears were falling from
her eyes as she spoke.
"It excites me."
"Of course it does. We're not even human to you anymore, are we? I'm a
person down here. I have a will. I hurt, and cry. Remember? I can
choose who I'm with, can't I?"
"Not in this timeline. I choose for you. And I know you hurt. That's
why you are supposed to listen to orders." I pinched her again,
letting her know I was still there. She cried out again and squirmed
in my arms. All the instincts in her body telling her to get up and
stop this. She fought them down, knowing that it would just increase
her discomfort later.
"Please. I know. I know. I'll do what you want. I'll take Sheila's
place. I don't want to be hurt. I. I'm frightened."
"Change your mind?"
"Yes. Yes. Please stop pinching me. Oh God."
The two women had stopped at Elizabeth's cries of pain. I glanced over
at them and Sheila quickly bent back to her task, slurping noises came
from the chair.
"Elizabeth, I'm afraid it's far too late. I can't let you get away
with outright disobedience anymore than I'd let any of the girls get
away with it. Whether you lick her now or not, I'm going to punish
you."
"Oh God." She closed her eyes and tried not to think about what I
might have planned for her. I continued to lightly brush at her
nipples and watch Amy and Sheila. Amy's breathing had significantly
increased since Sheila had begun.
Elizabeth fell in and out of soft sobbing as I played with her body.
Eventually I stopped touching her as Christi and Jane walked into the
room. I was surprised to see that they were both unclothed. Their
clothing was draped over their arms. As soon as they entered the room
they both dropped to their knees.
They were both stunning, as usual. After a shower, these girls
absolutely glowed. Their hair shone, their finger and toe nails were
both bright pink. Their faces had light make-up.
"Why aren't you dressed?" I asked Jane.
She swallowed her pride and replied, "This slave was unsure whether
she was allowed to dress. I. She knows that her clothes were in the
bathroom, but she also knows the penalty for dressing without
permission. Master had not given her explicit permission. She really
doesn't want to be covered in syrup again. Please let her dress.
Please?"
I smiled at that. I thought I'd been clear that they should dress by
just laying out the clothes. They were obviously hoping to dress, but
decided to play it safe. Smart girls.
I nodded, pleased at them. "Go on. Get dressed."
Smiles broke out on their faces and they looked positively radiant as
they pulled the clothing over their nudity. Jane adjusted the garment
around herself and knelt quickly. It took Christi a bit longer to get
into her sweater and jeans, her fingers still playing at the top
button of the jeans as she, too, knelt for me.
I could see that they were dying to ask about the two girls having
sex, but held their tongues. I made them stay on their knees for a few
minutes just watching the naked women making love in the chair. Amy
was almost certainly getting flustered in her ropes. Her nipples had
reacted to the stimulus and she still had her eyes closed. I had no
idea how good Sheila was, but apparently she was fairly good. Perhaps
I'd have to sample her mouth soon as well.
I tore my gaze away from Amy and Sheila and addressed Jane and Christi
as though Elizabeth wasn't in my arms.
"Elizabeth has already earned herself a punishment."
"Oh Liz," Christi sighed. "What did she do? If I'm allowed to ask."
"She was supposed to be where Sheila is."
"Elizabeth, honey. You know he'll make you do it anyway."
"I. I know," the girl whispered in my arms.
I released the nude woman in my arms. "Kneel."
She scrambled to obey, already afraid of her punishment that she'd
been unable to avoid so far. I gazed into her soft face, brushing at
her hair that curled around her face.
"Now, Elizabeth, you get an extra torment."
She just hung her head, not wanting to know. Not even knowing what
brought this latest torment on.
"You get to choose a girl to join you in your punishment. We don't
want you to suffer alone, now do we?"
She looked up in horror, realizing what I was asking of her.
"Oh God. Please no. Just me. Don't punish anyone else. God. They
haven't done anything."
"I have half a mind to just punish two of the others and make you
watch what you caused."
"Oh God. You bastard. You can't do that."
"Actually, I can. But I think it would be much more effective if I
punish two girls with you being one of them."
Tears began to run down her face. "Oh no. Please no. I'll take
whatever you want. Just punish me. Twice if you have to. They don't
deserve it. It was me. Not them. Please, have some pity. They'll hate
me. Oh God ..." she broke down to sobs at this point, her hands softly
fighting the restraints on her. Wanting to strike out at me, but
unable. I let her cry for a while until she calmed a bit.
"Elizabeth, you should think about these things before disobeying."
"Jesus Christ. It's not fair. We. I. Please. What can I do to stop
this? I'll be good. I'll beg to have sex with Amy. All of them.
Anything. You don't need to punish anyone else. Oh God. We're not
animals. We're people. Please. We all have feelings. I don't like it,
but I'll let you punish me. Even that's not fair. All I wanted was to
be free. I just didn't want to have sex with Amy. That's not that
unreasonable. I. Please. Not anyone else. I'll do what you want." Her
tears were falling uncontrollably down her soft face.
"I want you to choose someone else to join you. If you don't choose,
I'll pick for you, and all five of you will get punished. Or I'll
punish you until you pick someone."
"Oh God. I can't. I can't."
"I'll make it easier on you. I don't want to untie Amy, and Sheila
really isn't ready for the punishment I have in mind for you. So that
just leaves either Christi or Jane." Both girls shifted uneasily on
the floor, but knew that one of them was getting punished, essentially
for nothing. But they'd accept it easier than Elizabeth was going to
have a time choosing.
"You are such a bastard."
Jane spoke up quietly from the floor. "Elizabeth, honey. Listen to
him. Choose one of us and get it over with. It's going to happen
anyway, and we're not going to hate you, no matter who you choose. We
know who's hurting us and it isn't you. Relax. Pick me. I don't mind."
Christi swallowed hard and spoke in a small voice as well. "Elizabeth,
sweety. I don't mind either."
Elizabeth looked up miserably at me, tears rolling down her face.
"I can't," she cried pitifully towards me. "Please don't make me do
this. They're the only friends I have."
"Elizabeth, would you rather I crop your breasts?"
She hung her head and nodded.
"You realize that I'll crop them until you decide."
She nodded again miserably.
Jane lowered her head and spoke softly. "Please, Elizabeth, you don't
have to go through that. I'll do it. I'll be your punishment partner.
Please."
Elizabeth looked up and thrust her chest out towards me.
"Elizabeth, you don't want to do this."
"I'll hold still. Maybe this will lessen what comes later."
"It won't."
"I'll chance it. Can a slave scream?"
"You're not going to be able to hold it in. I promise you."
She tried to control her fear and her tears, her hands weakly pulling
at the steel behind her.
"Christi? Can you get the crop for me?"
"Please no. You don't have to do this. Elizabeth, please. For us. We
don't want to watch this. Just choose one of us. We don't mind.
Honestly."
Elizabeth just shook her head. Seeing this, Christi sighed heavily,
trying to control her own tears and retrieved the crop from the pack.
As she approached she still tried to avoid this.
"Elizabeth, please."
"Christi, I can't."
"You will anyway. Just pick one of us. Now. Your breasts. It's going
to hurt."
I held out my hand. I watched as Christi seriously considered slicing
my hand with the crop, but thought better of it. She placed it gently
in my hand and glumly turned herself away. She padded back to her spot
on her bare feet and knelt, her clothes rustling as she moved. If
Elizabeth picked Christi, she was going to lose those clothes and she
knew it.
"Ready?" I whispered to Elizabeth.
She nodded, holding her breath. I glanced over to Sheila and Amy. They
had stopped again, and were watching the show with Elizabeth in morbid
fascination. Softly I spoke to them. "You two girls want to feel this
thing too?"
Sheila paled and dove back to her task. Within moments, the two girls
were moaning again, though I don't really know if it was in ecstasy or
humiliation. I'd put my money on humiliation.
Without any further warning I brought the riding crop down vertically
against Elizabeth's right breast. It danced crazily on her chest and a
red mark almost immediately formed beside her nipple. It took a moment
for the pain of the blow to register to her brain, and she just knelt
calmly until it hit. Her face screwed itself up in a mask of agony,
but she clenched her teeth around it and bore it somehow without
crying out. I watched as both Christi and Jane cringed at the sound of
the blow. I had held back so that I was on the border of breaking the
girl's skin. She would hurt for a long time, but it wouldn't last
beyond a few hours.
"Choose?"
She shook her head, this time real fear entering her eyes as she knelt
there unable to protect herself from the pain. I let another fall just
as hard beside her right nipple, careful not to hit her sensitive nub.
This time the pain hit her faster and she gasped in a breath. Her
breath came in short bursts, like a woman in labour, trying to ease
the stripe of raw pain burning down her breasts.
"Elizabeth, choose."
"I can't."
"You can. The next one is across the nipples."
"Oh God. I can't. Please don't make me do this. Please stop."
I sighed and carefully lined up the next blow. To her credit she knelt
still even knowing where the next one was going to land. She wouldn't
be able to take much of this. She didn't flinch as the crop lashed
across her vulnerable nipples.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Shit. Oh God. It hurts. Please no more. I can't. Can't
you see that. I can't. Ow. Ow. Ow. Owie. Oh God, it hurts. Not there.
No more. Please."
She had collapsed across the bed to the side, her bare feet kicking
weakly, her wrists pulling at their bonds. Anything to cradle her
burning breasts and nipples. I let her cry and moan for a few minutes
and then got a little impatient.
"Kneel."
"Oh God. I can't."
"You can."
She struggled with her body, trying to force it back up to her knees,
her hands impeding her progress. I sat back and watched. Next time I
was going to have to help her, but for now she still had the strength
to do it herself.
She finally got back to her knees and looked at me miserably through
her tears. "Why?" she asked.
"You know why. Because you won't choose. Because you are being
disobedient."
"I'm not a damn dog."
"If you are, you're a damn pretty dog. Please. I don't want to hit you
again for this. Please just choose one."
"Think about what you are asking. I can't. You're asking me to choose
which of two girls are going to be tortured for no reason. I'm not
God. Please don't make me do it. You choose."
"We are going to keep this up until you either pass out, or choose.
It's going to hurt."
"I know. It hurts already. Believe me, it hurts."
I sighed. It was going to take some time to break her. Eventually it
was going to hurt so much that just the thought of another stroke
across her vulnerable breasts was going to make her choose, but it was
going to take a while. She really didn't want to choose. And I
couldn't blame her. But this was part of her punishment. I wasn't
going to allow her not to choose. I was becoming a battle between her
and I. Her will against mine. She was going to lose.
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She screamed out her pain as I lashed her vulnerable breasts twice in
rapid succession. First her left, then her right before she had time
to recover from the first blow. I carefully avoided the nipples, but
the crop still left angry red welts across her pale breasts. She fell
again to the side, trying to curl her bare body up to protect herself.
Moaning and rocking. The pain flooding her mind. The only thing she
could think of was to avoid another blow. Stop the awful pain.
I watched Amy and Sheila as Elizabeth fought down her pain on the bed.
Finally Elizabeth looked up at me with teary eyes from her lying
position and gasped.
"Oh God. Please no more. I can't take it any more. It hurts. Christ,
it hurts."
"I know it does. Are you ready to choose yet?"
"Oh God. Please no. My tits. My poor tits."
"I won't hit you again if you choose. Jane or Christi? Simple."
"You can't make me do this. I won't."
"Alright. Knees."
I watched out of the corner of my eye as Jane's mouth opened and then
shut. She fought with herself while Elizabeth struggled to right
herself. Elizabeth collapsed, moaning again into the bed. I had to
reach forward to help the crying girl and between the two of us she
finally kept her balance on her knees. Moaning.
"Elizabeth," Jane finally braved opening her mouth again. "Please.
Just choose me and get it over with. I. I want to do it. Okay, honey?
Stop this, before you faint. It's not necessary."
Elizabeth closed her eyes. "Janey, I love you. I can't. Just let me do
this my way."
"Elizabeth, please. I can't watch this anymore." Jane looked up at me
with pleading in her eyes. She addressed me, switching back to slave
talk. "M-master? Please. You are going to kill her. She can't take
this. Take this slave. Please. She'll do what you want. She'll let
herself be punished with Slave Elizabeth. Willingly. She can't choose.
You must understand. I'll do it. Please."
I took a deep breath and looked back at Elizabeth, trying to ignore
Jane.
"Elizabeth. The next one is coming across your nipples again."
"Oh God. No. No more. Please. I'll do what you want." I could see the
raw fear in her eyes. The fear of that crop crashing across her
nipples again. Afraid that she wouldn't pass out. She was cringing
back now, not bravely thrusting her breasts towards me anymore.
"You'll do what I want?"
"Anything."
"You'll choose a girl to be punished with?"
"Yes. You bastard. I will." Her breath was ragged, her striped breasts
rising and falling with her efforts at controlling her pain. "Just,
for the love of God, quit hitting me. Please."
I lay back onto the bed and watched the girl suffer. She closed her
eyes and moaned as another residual wave flowed through her body. I
glanced back at the nude girls making love on the chair. They looked
frightened as well, but continued their ordered activities. Amy
pulling at her ropes.
"Well?" I spoke softly to Elizabeth.
"I. I don't deserve this. I just didn't want to have sex with a woman.
Please."
"You knew that you were going to be punished."
"But it hurts."
"Punishments usually do."
"But ... you have no idea ... please. I'm a person over here," she was
in tears again.
"I know you are, Elizabeth. Come on. I don't want to hurt you anymore.
At least not in this pointless game. Pick one and we can move on.
Alright?"
"You are such a god-damn bastard."
"Choose."
Her voice dropped to a whisper as she turned her head towards Jane and
Christi kneeling on the floor in their clothing.
"I'm so sorry. I wanted to hold out. But it hurts. God it hurts.
Janey? Please forgive me. Please?"
"You're choosing Jane?"
"Yes, goddamn you."
Jane rose to her bare feet and walked carefully over to the bed.
Giving me lots of time to order her back to her knees. I didn't. Jane
carefully embraced the naked woman kneeling on the bed. Both having
tears running down their faces. Jane carefully traced Elizabeth's
welts, gently kissing her bare breasts. Nothing sexual, just comfort.
"We'll do this together. Okay? Don't worry about me, just worry about
getting yourself through whatever he's going to do to us. Alright?"
Jane whispered to Elizabeth. "Be strong. You can do it."
Elizabeth, still sobbing in her pain, just nodded. Underneath, though,
she knew that she wasn't even strong enough to hold off the pain
enough not to choose her punishment partner. She wasn't so sure she
could take whatever I had planned for her. But she'd have to.
I let Jane hold Elizabeth in her arms and slipped off the bed. As I
walked over to Christi, Amy began moaning a bit more urgently. My
attention riveted to the two women by the chair. Amy had her eyes
closed and was pulling against the ropes holding her. I watched
fascinated as she did her best to thrust her bound hips towards
Sheila's mouth. Crying out softly. Biting her lip. Finally, she took a
deep breath and held it, straining every muscle in her small body
against her bondage. She let her breath out in a gasp and a cry as she
crashed through an orgasm. Her breathing ragged. Tears running down
her face. When she was done, she opened her eyes, flushing bright red
as she realized that we'd all witnessed it. Sheila rocked back on her
heels, working her tongue through her mouth, working out the cramps.
I clapped softly. I really hadn't expected Amy to even enjoy Sheila's
mouth. I had just had them doing it to provide a distraction and
reinforce that I could make them do it. Her orgasm was completely
unexpected. I suspect that she hadn't expected it either, judging by
her tears and her flush. True, she hadn't been allowed relief for
quite some time. And she had been in erotic situations, including this
one. Perhaps she was just super-sensitive or something. Amy blushed
even deeper as she heard the soft clapping.
I tore my eyes away from the heaving bound girl and crouched by
Christi. She had some evidence of fright in her eyes, but she was
reasonably composed, considering.
"You didn't have to do that. What she did wasn't worth cropping her
breasts. And I couldn't have chosen either. No matter what you did to
me. She's hurt enough. Don't punish her more. For me? Please?"
"Christi, I'm almost tempted to listen to you, but she needs it."
"She's not an animal. She'll do what you want, now. You've won. Leave
her alone."
"She's not an animal. I know that."
"You want to punish her, don't you?"
I nodded.
"God help her. Jane didn't do anything. Go easier on her. Okay?"
I nodded. I had no intention of punishing Jane with the same intensity
as Elizabeth. Christi was right. Jane hadn't done anything to deserve
her punishment. Truthfully, Elizabeth hadn't either. I sat silently,
just looking at the fine lines of Christi's face. The others were
right, she could easily have been a model.
She got nervous at my inspection of her.
"What?"
I remained silent.
"You want me to do something, don't you? Please don't get me involved
in the punishment. I swear, I'll do anything else. Don't make me hurt
them. Please."
"Alright. You can do something else for me."
"Oh God. I don't like it when you get in these moods."
"Take Sheila's place."
"You ... you want me to make love to Amy? Please no. Not again."
"Would you rather help me with Jane and Elizabeth?"
"Please. Neither. Tie me to the bed or something while you play. Take
me. I want you. I'll make love to you. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"I would, but right now, I need you to lick Amy."
"God. Alright. If you'll go easier on Elizabeth and Jane. Please?"
"Bargaining? Christi, let's get something straight, okay? You are
going to do as I ask, or I will go harder on Jane and Elizabeth."
Realizing that her bargaining power was reduced to ashes, Christi's
eyes brimmed with tears.
"You bastard."
I smiled at her. "I won't kill them. I promise. They might be a bit
uncomfortable, but they'll be alright. They've been through worse."
"I know. I. I just feel bad for them. As another female."
"They'll be fine. Now, are you going to make love to Amy?"
"If I must."
"You do."
Christi's hands stole to the base of her sweater and she slowly pulled
it to her neck. Her whole body was shaking with her soft crying as she
did.
"Christi?"
She stopped undressing and looked at me with teary eyes.
"Why are you taking that off?"
"Don't I have to be nude to have sex with Amy?"
"No. You are just licking her. You can keep your clothes on."
Her eyes widened as she realized that she wasn't going to lose her
clothes this quickly. A smile almost graced her lips.
"I want you to keep licking her until I tell you to stop. If she
climaxes again, give her a few minutes of break and then continue. I'm
going to trust you with this. Okay?"
"I guess."
I rose to my feet and approached Amy. Sheila was still kneeling
quietly at Amy's bound feet. I touched her blonde head and motioned
her to sit up on the bed which she did silently. I crouched beside Amy
who was still breathing a bit hard from her climax.
"I wasn't expecting that, you know."
"Neither was I." Tears were dripping down her face as she realized the
enormity of what she had done. Climaxed voluntarily with another
woman.
"Amy. What happened?"
"I don't know. I really don't. I closed my eyes, and it started to
feel good. And I haven't been allowed any relief in days. And I. I
guess I got turned on. I'm sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about. I'm impressed that you could do it.
Listen. I'm going to have Christi continue where Sheila left off."
"Oh God. Please no. I. I don't want it. No more. I climaxed for you.
Please."
"Amy. There is precious little you can do about it. Christi is going
to be on her knees, right here, and lick you until I tell her to stop.
You can enjoy it if you want, or you can hate it. My guess is that
hating it will make the time pass a lot slower. Pretend it's your
boyfriend or something."
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I want to think about you in here with Christi licking you.
Knowing it is happening."
"Oh God. Please."
"Up to you, how you deal with it. Okay?"
"I'm not a lesbian. Oh God. Please. I've done everything you want.
Please untie me. I don't want to do this. Please?"
"Amy, nobody here thinks you are a lesbian. If you were, this wouldn't
be nearly as much fun for me. You are just following orders. Okay?"
"I can't make you change your mind?"
"'fraid not."
She nodded, tears beginning anew as she realized that spread out the
way she was, there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. And
if she tried, it would just mean punishment.
"Good girl. Christi?"
Christi shuffled forward, her jeans whispering on the carpet. Her bare
feet, upturned as she moved. She looked up at Amy who turned her face
away, flushed and crying.
"I know, Amy. I don't particularly want to do this either. But he'll
go easier on Jane and Elizabeth if we behave. Alright? I'm not into
girls either. I've got it harder on this end. Believe me. Mighty hard
to fantasize that I'm doing this to a guy when it's you I'm licking.
Try to enjoy it, alright? It'll make the time go quicker. I get the
feeling we are going to be at this a while." She turned towards me
with a look of sadness. "You are a bastard you know. We've been good."
"I know, sweety. I'll give you a long rest after this. Okay?"
She nodded and placed her fingers lightly on the ropes that held Amy's
knees apart. She sighed heavily and looked up at Amy again.
"You ready, sweety?"
"As ready as I can be, I guess," Amy took a deep breath waiting for
the female tongue to touch her bound body.
Christi leaned forward and hesitantly stuck her tongue between her
lips and traced up Amy's lubricated lower lips. Amy gasped, and
Christi moaned at the touch. Given Amy's look, I wouldn't be surprised
to see her reach another climax eventually. After watching the two
women for a few moments, I turned back to the three girls on the bed.
"You three ready?"
Elizabeth had managed to stop her crying in Jane's arms. Jane shook
her head negative, but she knew that it wasn't going to help them.
Sheila spoke gently from her seat on the bed.
"Master? Can a slave ask why she is involved in this? She was kind of
busy during your explanation."
I smiled. She had been busy bringing Amy to her first climax of the
day.
"Sheila. You are going to help me with Jane and Elizabeth."
"Doing what?"
"I find myself having to punish them. Are you going to be alright
helping me?"
"You want me to hurt them? I. I don't know if I can do that."
"I'll keep my eye on you. If you look like you can't do it, I'll
decide and get you out. Fair enough?"
"Yes, sir."
"Jane? Come here."
Jane squirmed out from beneath Elizabeth and rose to her bare feet to
come stand in front of me. I could smell the flowers in her hair from
her shampoo. She was still silky clean. Quite a difference from the
sticky girl I had created earlier this morning.
I reached out and fingered the bodice of her dress. It was a strapless
dress held up by her breasts. The strapless feature might just come in
handy. She looked at me with regret in her eyes.
"I suppose that you are going to want me to take it off."
"Net yet."
"I'd rather strip than have you ruin it. If I have a choice."
"I won't ruin it. And if I do, we'll find you something else to wear."
"Jeans?"
"Maybe. Turn around."
She did, knowing what was coming. She held her hands loosely behind
her back allowing me to place the handcuffs around her slender wrists.
She whimpered a bit as she felt the steel bite into her skin, but she
didn't resist. She knew that she was getting punished one way or the
other, and resisting wouldn't make it any easier on her. I'm not sure
she quite understood why she was getting punished with Elizabeth, but
she was a smart girl. She probably did.
I motioned for the other girls to rise from the bed. They did,
Elizabeth having a bit of trouble and favouring her chest, trying to
move it as little as possible.
I led Jane out into the hallway, leaving the door open, giving me a
view from the hall of Christi licking Amy. Amy's breathing was already
getting heavier again as we left the room. Elizabeth and Sheila both
trailed me out into the hallway, their bare feet whispering on the
carpet.
Chapter 110
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I guided Jane towards the work room. As we approached, the girl
hesitated. She knew what was in there, knew that she didn't
particularly want to go in there as a victim, bound and at my mercy.
She didn't want to feel most of the stuff that was contained in the
room.
Her bare feet dug into the carpet as she resisted my guiding hand on
her cuffs. She twisted as best she could with an imploring look on her
face.
"M-master?"
"Yes?" I indulged her for a moment before we entered.
"Please. I. This slave. She begs for forgiveness. For whatever she or
Slave Elizabeth have done. She doesn't want to go in there. Please."
"You'll be okay. I'm not going to kill you."
Elizabeth paled, the whiteness extending her entire body.
"We'll both behave. We'll do anything you want. We'll crawl, we'll beg
to make love to you? To Amy? To Christi? Sheila? All of you? Please.
This slave doesn't want to be punished," Jane continued in a quick
voice.
"Didn't you volunteer, earlier?"
"You were whipping her so hard. And I didn't know we were going in
there. Please. Please give us another chance. Whatever we did."
Her whole body was shaking in fear beneath the dress. Her eyes were
beginning to tear, but she was struggling for control of that. She
knew full well that she had done nothing. Perhaps, that bothered her
as well, that she was going to feel pain in there, and she hadn't done
anything, perceived or otherwise, to deserve it. She'd been a model
slave all morning.
"Jane. You didn't do anything."
"Then, why are you going to hurt me?"
"Who said anything about hurting you?"
"You aren't going to hurt us?"
"I guess you'll have to go in there to find out."
"Oh God. Please."
I heard a small voice from behind me, Elizabeth's. "I'm sorry Jane.
I'm so sorry."
Jane gave Elizabeth a reassuring smile through her tears, realizing
the effect her pleading was having on the other girl. She took a deep
breath, exerted that powerful self-control and stopped the tears. She
squared her shoulders and nodded grimly.
I turned. Sheila and Elizabeth were both pale, from their noses to
their pretty toes. Sheila, like Jane, and perhaps more so, was fully
aware of what was behind door number three. Elizabeth just knew that
Jane was really frightened of it, and that was enough to cause her
tears.
I turned the knob of the door and Jane bravely walked through the
doorway. The den looked very normal at the moment. A few eyebolts, but
otherwise a normal den. The red stain was still marring the surface of
the dark carpet, but it had long since dried. I motioned the two nude
women into the room. Sheila hesitated, but forced herself to walk in,
probably expecting to see Mayer still there. Elizabeth, unknowing,
walked in a bit more relaxed, glancing around, not really knowing what
had caused the other girls' trepidation.
Two ropes hung from the ceiling where Mayer had been secured. Jane had
tied them there, and they dangled like a gallows, gently swaying in
the air that had been disturbed by Jane's passing.
Jane swallowed, heavily and turned towards me as I closed the door
behind us.
"Where do you want us?"
"By the ropes there."
She paled a bit but moved herself towards the dangling ropes stopping
beside one. She stood there uneasily, shifting her weight from foot to
foot. I stopped Sheila from following Elizabeth, as she walked over
beside Jane. I gently pressed on Sheila's shoulder, urging her to her
bare knees. She sank down, almost automatically.
I walked over to the frightened girls and smiled kindly at them.
"Calm down you two, you look like your about to be shot."
"Aren't we?"
"I promise not to shoot you, unless you get really out of hand."
Jane swallowed, her nervousness still evident on her face. I touched
her shoulder, turning her gently around. She turned on her bare feet
and presented her back to me. I lightly grasped her wrist by the chain
between them and guided her backwards to the rope hanging from the
ceiling.
I tied a quick knot in the rope, capturing the chain. I urged
Elizabeth into a similar position on the other rope. The ropes had
previously held Mayer's wrists, and were threaded up through the
eyebolt and secured to the other bolt in the wall. Almost a pulley
arrangement.
Leaving the girls tethered, I walked back and sat in the leather
chair. Jane and Elizabeth turned themselves slowly to watch me,
remaining silent. I gazed at them, still marveling that I could have
these women so far under my control. They had allowed me to do this to
them. This teen, in the unfamiliar and stunning evening gown, her
hands encased in steel behind her, tethered to the ceiling. Not
allowed underwear or shoes. She gazed back at me, almost defiantly.
She'd be screaming soon enough.
And Elizabeth. The red head was standing completely nude. She'd
allowed me to restrain her, knowing that she was going to be punished
for disobedience. Her eyes were lowered, realizing her helplessness.
I let my gaze wander over Sheila. She was more relaxed, knowing that
she wasn't going to be punished, just waiting quietly on her knees and
watching. Used to being nude.
I turned my attention back to Elizabeth.
"Elizabeth?"
She looked up, her eyes tearing as she realized that she was going to
have to speak as well.
"Do you know why you are here?"
"You want to punish me."
"Why?"
"Because I disobeyed. Because I refused to do what you asked."
"Do you know why Jane is here?"
"No. Please let her go? She doesn't deserve this. I'm the one who
disobeyed. Please? I'll take whatever you want to do to me, but she's
innocent. Please?"
"Do you know why Jane is here?"
"No," she replied. I could see a spark of anger beginning to form in
her eyes as I kept reminding her that Jane was here.
"Jane is here as part of your punishment."
Elizabeth's eyes overflowed with tears again, her whole body wracked
with sobs as she wept at the unfairness.
"She is going to suffer everything you do."
"Please. I'll be good. I'll do what you say. I'll be obedient.
Please."
Jane just looked on grimly. Ironically, she was feeling like she was
the cause of Elizabeth's distress.
I rose, ignoring Elizabeth for now and walked to the rope connected to
Jane. She turned to watch as I loosened the rope from its anchor. I
gently pulled on the rope, using the eyebolt in the ceiling as a
pulley. Jane obediently allowed me to raise her hands behind her back.
As the pressure increased on her hands, she began to bend
involuntarily at her waist. She finally cried out as her arms were
pulled up into the air behind her and she was unable to relieve the
pressure on her shoulders any more. I was vaguely reminded of
Catherine, and a tree when I took Elizabeth.
Jane whimpered as I tied off the rope, holding her into the awkward
position. She softly let one word escape her lips before pressing them
together.
"Please."
I ran my hands down her exposed flank, and she involuntarily kicked
her bare foot. Not at me, just into the air. She squirmed as much as
her arms let her. She felt soft beneath the material of her gown. Soft
and vulnerable.
I slowly walked over to Elizabeth's rope. She spoke again.
"Please don't do that to me. Please? Let her go?"
I ignored her again, and gently pulled on Elizabeth's tether. She
began to resist almost as soon as her hands began to rise. She
squirmed, her mouth forming pleading words.
"Please. Talk to me. Please? M-master? Th-this slave begs you."
"Elizabeth, hush. I'll talk to you after you are like Jane. Okay?"
"No. Please. I can't."
I heard another soft voice speak from the other tether. "Elizabeth?
Honey? Just let him do it. You'll end up this way anyway. You don't
want a gag do you? You don't want any more welts do you? You have to
listen to him. He'll talk to you after. Okay?"
"But ... oh god, please?"
I ignored her again, but this time when I applied pressure to her
tether, she didn't resist. I purposely pulled her arms up a little
tighter than Jane's, but she had no way of telling that. All she knew
was that she was helpless, vulnerable and aching. She had risen on her
bare toes to relieve some of the strain on her arms. I casually ran my
fingers over her hanging breast, causing her to moan a little at the
touch.
I left the girls in that awkward position, and returned to my
comfortable chair. They remained quiet as I just watched them for a
few minutes.
Elizabeth raised her head and looked up at me.
"Please, Master. Can a girl speak? Please?"
I sat back in my chair and nodded slowly. I'd allow her to speak for a
moment.
She gathered her thoughts, knowing that this was probably her last
chance to speak to me before she was screaming or gagged and unable to
talk.
She took a deep breath, grimacing at the sensations in her bound arms.
"Master. Please. Can a girl beg for release?"
"You know you are going to be punished, Elizabeth," I told her gently.
"I know. Please. I want to beg for Jane's release from this. I'll do
anything you want." She hung her head at the last words.
"You'll beg to have sex with Amy?"
"In a second, if you'll release her. Please. Jane didn't do anything.
She doesn't deserve to be in this pain. Please. My arms hurt. Her's do
too."
"Elizabeth, you'll beg anyway once I'm done with you."
"Please. What can I offer you?"
"Don't scream."
"Don't scream?"
"Whatever I do to you, you can't scream."
"Oh God. I. I can't. I'll try. Just let Jane go. Please."
"I'll let Jane go when I'm sure you aren't going to scream."
I knew that this was an offer Elizabeth wasn't going to be able to
hold up. She didn't know, but I wasn't going to hurt Jane anywhere
near the amount that she was going to hurt. But having Jane here was
part of her punishment.
"I'll try. Oh God, you can be a monster."
I smiled at that and rose to my feet. I walked back to the kneeling
girl and crouched by her.
"Sheila? You alright?"
"You aren't going to hurt them are you? Not really?"
"They'll be fine. A bit sore, but I promise, no bruises. Alright?"
She nodded, tears still forming in her eyes.
"I want you to blindfold Elizabeth and tie her ankles apart."
Sheila just dumbly nodded her blonde head and fell to her hands and
knees.
"Sheila, honey. You don't have to crawl."
"I. I'm sorry."
I assumed that Mayer probably had expected her to crawl sometimes.
Perhaps she'd been through something like this before. She slowly
climbed to her bare feet and made her way to the closet with the toys.
I walked back to my chair and watched the girls uncomfortably shift,
trying to ease the ache settling into their arms.
Sheila emerged seconds later holding a leather blindfold and a bar
with leather cuffs attached to it. I'm quite sure that she had been
the last person to wear them, and she looked distinctly uncomfortable
even touching the things. But she walked over to Elizabeth, murmuring
something, probably an apology. She slipped the blindfold over
Elizabeth's head, carefully working her red hair out from under the
elastic strap. Sheila then knelt behind Elizabeth, urging her feet
about three feet apart and attaching the spreader bar to her.
Elizabeth moaned as she felt the increase in pressure on her arms as
her legs spread apart, but remained relatively quiet.
When she was done, Sheila walked over to my chair, handing me the tiny
keys to the padlocks she'd used on Elizabeth's ankles. She then knelt
demurely beside the chair, trying not to look at Jane or me.
I bent to Sheila's ear and whispered a command. She paled a bit, but
obediently crawled towards Jane. Jane looked up from her bent position
and caught my eye, a bit of fear in her face. She remained silent,
though.
Sheila knelt in front of Jane and whispered something to her. Again,
probably an apology, but this wasn't going to hurt her. Sheila brought
her free hands up and slowly began to caress Jane's breasts through
the thin gown, just lightly touching her. Jane gasped at the
sensations and tried to stop herself from pulling away, knowing that
I'd ordered Sheila to do this to her.
I sat back and watched the women, still loving the sights of them
playing. Elizabeth was beginning to look really uncomfortable; she was
shifting her weight and softly moaning.
I rose silently, and entered the closet. I picked up a small paddle
from a shelf and walked back out. I motioned the other girls to be
quiet, and Jane, who had twisted around a bit just widened her eyes
and hung her head. She knew that the paddle was going to fall on her
at some point in the near future.
I walked up behind Elizabeth, still silent. The only warning she got
was the swish of the air as the paddle traveled towards her
defenseless bare body. The sound probably reached her before the pain
did. The paddle left a red mark across her left cheek and she jumped,
desperately pulling against the bonds, trying to close her legs,
wanting to scream but knowing that she couldn't. Wanting to see, but
blind. She twisted, trying to free herself.
I watched as she gritted her teeth to the pain as it washed over her.
Finally she drew in a huge breath and spoke in a strained voice.
"Please. Master. This slave begs you. She didn't cry out. Please
release Jane."
Jane moaned again from her position. Sheila was now running her soft
hands along Jane's calves. Jane's feet were free but she remained
still for the exploration, struggling not to move.
Ignoring Sheila's plea, I brought the paddle down on her right thigh.
Not hard, but I'm sure that she had never been exposed to this before
and any unexpected blow was a struggle not to cry out. Again she
fought her impulses not to scream and won.
"Oh God. I can't take much more of this. Please stop. You said if I
didn't scream you'd let her go."
"Hush, Elizabeth. We've only just begun."
The bound girl fell into sobs, her entire bare body shaking with her
silent crying. She was beginning to realize that I wasn't just going
to hit her once. She'd have to keep control for a while yet before I'd
let Jane go. And she knew, as well as I did, that there was no way
that she'd succeed. She'd cry out involuntarily soon.
I crouched and let another soft blow land on her left calf.
Instinctively she fought the leather holding her bare ankle, trying to
move away from the pain. Again, she caught the gasp of pain before it
rose to a wail.
Her right calf broke her. She finally cried out, not loud, but enough
to be counted as a scream. She fell against her wrists and hung there,
defeated.
"Oh God. Please. It hurts. Why? Please let her go. You can paddle me
forever. I'll scream, but that's what you want, you bastard. Just let
Jane go. Don't make her do this, too. Please?"
I gave her one last quick snap of the paddle against her right buttock
wrenching another scream from her lips. She twisted her body more,
trying to avoid the next blow that wasn't coming. She continued to beg
between gasps and tears.
I crouched by Sheila, leaving Elizabeth to cry to herself in her
ropes.
"Sheila, give her a big kiss and then go kneel by the chair."
"Who? Jane or Elizabeth?"
I smiled. "Both."
"You weren't hitting her very hard."
"She hasn't been hit before. I don't constantly beat my women, you
know."
Sheila nodded and rose up on her knees. She gently touched Jane's lips
with her own, waiting for Jane's response. The girls kissed gently and
Sheila crawled her way over to Elizabeth, still crying from her defeat
and her pain.
Sheila whispered something to Elizabeth and reached up to touch
Elizabeth's face with her lips. Elizabeth kissed back and Sheila
crawled over to the chair, demurely kneeling.
Tears welled in Jane's eyes as I carefully worked the bodice of her
gown down to reveal her naked breasts. She was breathing hard and her
nipples were tight.
I whispered to her. "Sheila's talented, isn't she?"
"God. I just wish more guys knew how to touch girls like that." Jane
paused. "You didn't have to hit her, you know. You knew she wouldn't
be able to keep quiet."
"I know."
"If you didn't want to let me out of this, you should have just told
her."
"She wouldn't have taken no for an answer. She wasn't you out. She was
willing to try for you."
"I suppose. What are you going to do with us. With me." Jane looked at
her hanging naked breasts.
I reached up under her gown and let my finger trace through her pubic
lips. She was wet, and she knew it.
She groaned. "Please don't do this. I. I hate when you do this to me."
"I haven't hit you yet."
"You will."
"Perhaps."
I brushed her nipples with my moistened finger, making her gasp again.
I whispered to her again.
"I am going to punish you both."
She just stood there and shuddered.
"Can you please loosen her arms. I know you've got her tighter than
me, and I hurt. Please? For me? I'll do whatever you want out of this
game of yours, but you don't need to hurt her as much as you are.
She's not used to it."
"She'll be fine."
Jane sighed, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to influence
this any further.
"Do what you have to, then." Resigned.
I picked up the paddle and retreated around Jane. She braced herself,
knowing what was coming. I let the paddle fall onto her ass. Even
through the material she yelped. I continued, mirroring the punishment
that I'd given to Elizabeth. Jane, being more used to the pain, was
able to get by with sharp intakes of air, until I increased the
strength of the blows to her calves. To her credit, she managed to
stay relatively still as I punished her. I wrenched some involuntary
cries out of her with the calves and the last harder blow to her
buttocks. I knelt in front of her and kissed the tears from her
cheeks.
She whispered to me, "Let her go. Please? I'm hot. Wouldn't you rather
fuck me?"
I kissed her again and returned to my chair.
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