"Jen?"

"Yeah, P?"

"Do you remember where I keep the cuffs?"

"Oooo. Yes, I do."

"Get the ones for the bedposts while Kat and I escort this young lady up to the bedroom."

The small master bedroom was dominated by an antique four-poster bed. I knew from experience that the finely-turned maple posts were strong enough to handle the struggles of a young lady such as Steph.

Jen came bouncing into the room with the four leather cuffs I had sent her for as well as a 3-foot spreader bar. When I spocked at the additional hardware, she giggled and smiled a dangerous smile.

"We've got to be sure she doesn't kick."

I stifled a snicker and reached for the cuffs. I turned to Steph.

"Your hand."

She slowly lifted her right hand to me. I wrapped the wide leather cuff around her slender wrist and secured the buckle.

"The other." I repeated the process, making sure both were snug without being too constricting. I then spun them so that the straps hung from the inside of her wrist; once bound, this would cause a more natural bend to her wrist and allow her the small comfort of grabbing her restraints.

I looped the soft leather straps around the bed post, and back through the keeper ring. I hooked a u-bolt through the grommets to lock the straps in place, and snugged the keeper ring up to the post, letting its spring clamp down on the straps.

Steph now stood bound to the foot of the bed, the lathed rail which acted as the foot board pressing against her thighs, midway down from her hips.

Kat had sat down on the bed, resting against the headboard and watching the reactions on Steph's face.

"Jen, would you like to take care of her legs?" Sitting down next to Kat, I laid my hand on her thigh and began to slowly stroke her smoothly-muscled leg with light casual movements. Kat took in a deep breath and, after slowly letting it out, laid her head against my shoulder and smiled.

"What are you going to do with her, Porter--now that you have her all tied up and at your mercy?"

"Do with her? Why, my dear Katherine, I'm not going to do a thing with her."

"No?"

"No. I'm going to feed her to Jen and let your little nymph have her way--as long as she doesn't let the slave come."

"You're evil, Porter. You know that, don't you?"

"So you keep telling me, love."

Jen's head popped up over the foot of the bed. "Did I hear you right?"

"Yes, my lovely," Kat replied. "You heard right--he's evil."

Jen skipped around and hopped onto the bed to my left and scooted up close. For a corporate executive with a 140 IQ, Jen was amazingly child-like at times. I've always assumed it's compensation for the reserved mask she needs to wear so much of the time. Jen laid her head on my shoulder in a mirror of Kat and curled up like a kitten at my side,

"look at us all cozy together. It's like a picture by Norman Rockwell."

"I think you mean Robert Maplethorpe."

"Oh yeah. I keep getting those two confused."

"You know, Porter, I must say I'm very impressed. This young lady hasn't said a word since we started all of this."

"Yes. I noticed. She's a natural."

Jen reached up and tugged on my ear. I turned to look at her and was greeted by a cute little scowl.

"Are you two going to sit here and chat all day or are we going to bang-bang like bunnies?"

"I don't know...do bunnies get into bondage and wild threesomes?"

With a giggle and a wild smile she pounced on top of me and started tugging down my flannel pants "They would if I was involved!"

Laughing, I lifted my hips to let her slide the soft pants down my legs.

"mmmmm. Yummy." Jen licked her lips in a comic exaggeration. "So... you're the boss-man here, P. What're the rules?" she leaned down and started playfully licking my cock, already hard from the morning's play.

"Well, you've been very good this morning, helping me out with this young lady, so I'm feeling a little generous towards you. I'm going to let you have Miss Steph."

Jen's head popped up and her eye's grew wide. "Oooo!"

"There are, however, three rules: you may not hurt her, she must remained bound," I looked up into Steph's eyes, "And no matter what, she is not allowed to come."

"Oooo. You're mean.... I like that." Without even looking, I could see Jen's smile.

She bounced up out of the bed and walked behind Steph wrapping her slender arms around the bound girl, letting her nimble fingers dance along the more curvaceous body of the teen.

Keeping my eyes on the pair, I ran my hand farther up Kat's thigh until I could trace the neatly-trimmed triangle of hair above her damp pussy. I briefly considered taking mg time, but reality quickly intruded into my self-delusion and informed me of just how close to mm limits I was.

I pulled my hand from between Kat's thighs, lifted my arm over her head and wrapped it around her back. I slipped my hand down to cup a full, firm cheek. Kat tilted her head up with a smile.

"I was wondering when you'd get to that." She reached over to the small night table, grabbing a small bottle of KY and handing it to me before shifting her posture to take me into her mouth.

Dribbling a liberal amount of the slick liquid on my fingers, I slid them down between her ass cheeks to play with the tight knot of her asshole. Without much prelude, I pressed a slender finger into her ass, sliding it deep and stroking the soft flesh within.

She knew my mood and worked strongly on my cock with her wide, sensual mouth and skillful tongue. Her goal was obvious; get me off as fast as possible so that I would be in a condition to last for the main event.

The feelings of her ass clenching around my finger and her mouth sucking so expertly on my cock, combined with the play of the morning caused me to come in her mouth in a matter of minutes. After swallowing all I had to offer, she slowed down and took her time. She knew that it would take time for me to recover, and was more than happy to take her time until then.

With my finger still in Kat's ass, and her lips and fingers playfully tracing patterns from my stomach to my thighs, I turned my attention back to Steph, strapped securely to the foot of my bed; arms and legs splayed and immobile.

Jen had slipped back around to the front, and sat facing my slave, legs wrapped around the girl. The pixie-like woman had one hand tucked between the captive girl's thighs, the other pressed between the girl's ass cheeks--both hands most likely delving deep into the helpless girl--while her teeth and tongue ran from elegant neck to sensitive nipple, slowly torturing the young girl with precision and grace.

I watched as Steph pulled against her bonds, her eyes wide and breath shallow. I was extremely impressed with her self-control. She knew she wasn't allowed to come and was doing all she could to prevent it. Or almost all she could; she still retained the power to say 'no'. But she wouldn't use it. I knew this instinctively; I didn't know the reason--if it was out of a desire to please me, or a fear of failing her task. I wasn't sure it mattered.

"mmmm.... P?"

"Yes, Jen?"

"You said anything, right? As long as she doesn't come?"

"Yes."

"mmmmmm."

With a few last lingering kisses to Steph's pert breasts, Jen slowly pulled her hands from their explorations, leaned back on the bed--her hands landing on either side of my ankles--and slowly pulled herself off of my young slave. Steph's hips thrust forward twitchingly into the empty air as she gasped deeply.

Tilting her head back--her hair tickling my knees--Jen looked at me with a casual innocence.

"Would you be so kind as to hand me that extra pillow, P? Thank you very much."

Laying the pillow on the rail of the footboard, the small woman spun deftly around to face me. She leaned forward to stroke Kat's thick blond curls, then, giggling girlishly, laid herself back with an exaggerated flourish. When Steph saw Jen's head laying in front of her, she lunged back as far as her bonds would allow her, and looked at me pleadingly. She spoke her first words since her ordeal began.

"oh... Please. No... Sir... It'll be..."

"Enjoy yourself, Jen."

Jen reached out and drew Steph's hips towards her. Once again Steph looked to me, a plea in her schoolgirl's eyes.

My reply was cold. "Remember the rule."

Whimpering, she nodded. "Yes, sir."

With a muffled giggle, Jen slipped her tongue along Steph's wet, sensitive lips, causing the bound girl to spasm.

Having successfully teased me erect again, Kat sat up and kissed me warmly and deeply. Her mouth quirked into an odd smile when she pulled away and I knew she understood the game I was playing. I was sure Jen did, too; there was no way that Steph could hold out against Jen's skilled manipulations. The game was to see how long until she succumbed, and how badly she punished herself for it.

Kat stretched her long body then, pushing my legs to the side, rolled over onto all fours straddling her lover. Lowering herself to her elbows and arching her back, she looked over her shoulder at me.

"I believe this is what you're wanting."

A growled purr built deep in my throat as I climbed to my knees behind her and wrapped my hands around her hips. Kat's hand reached back and laid the tip of my cock against the loosened knot of her ass. There was no teasing, no slow build up. I pressed forward into her ass--still slick from my earlier explorations--and easily, but slowly, slid fully into her.

While it was Kat I was taking, it was Steph that held my attention. Her young body writhed in passion, straining against her bonds and against her own need for release. Jen was being uncharacteristically slow and deliberate; taking time to tease and torment the young girl. Sharp quiet squeaks escaped from Steph as Jen hit a sensitive spot or bit briefly down on an already over-stimulated clit.

My own passion was building as I fucked Kat's well-toned ass. I was using her; she was letting herself be used. She knew what it was I needed at that point, and was willing to give it; she knew well enough that the roles would be reversed later, as they had been often enough in the past.

My passion built as Steph's control slipped away; we fed off each other. In the end I couldn't tell if her orgasm was the catalyst for mine, or if it was seeing me that sent her over the edge. Perhaps it doesn't matter. Steph's body arched in a spasm as I released into Kat's smooth ass.

Kat clamped down on my sensitive cock, knowing how it would affect me. Resisting the urge to yank my hips backwards violently, I instead drew slowly out of her. I looked back up just in time to see Steph hit her limits. She screamed as her entire body clenched--ripping against her bonds in a desperate attempt to pull her away from the searing assault on her clit and curl into a tight ball--pleasure had reached the point of pain.

Jen pushed herself down--away from my spasming slave--until she was fully under her Amazonian lover. Stretching her arms up languidly, she wrapped them around Kat's neck and drew her down into a deep kiss.

Exhausted finally, Steph hung loosely from the straps that held her to the bed, her body twitching randomly with aftershocks. With a great effort and control, I pulled myself up from where I sat and walked with a facade of unaffected calm to where Steph hung. Standing behind her limp, panting body, I wrapped my arms around her to caress her small, sweat-damp breasts. Her only response was to roll her head and moan quietly. I slowly ran my hands down her sides to her hips, then in across her thighs until a finger from each hand ran lightly across her hot lips. Her moan gained a plaintive tone but little else changed. I drew my hands back up along her body, while pressing forward with my hips, laying them firmly against her ass. I knew that I wouldn't be able to recover so soon after coming in Kat's ass--not with all that had happened last night--but she didn't know that. Her quiet moans shifted in quality as if to say both "no" and "please" in intertwined and conflicting desires. I ran my hands up along her arms to the wide leather cuffs that held her. Thumbing the release catches, I pulled my arms back into a hug, bringing her arms with mine, and keeping her from collapsing to the floor. Holding her body tight to mine, I leaned over, laying her down on the bed, her face next to those of Kat and Jen.

I held her like that for nearly a minute, the feel of her warm, damp body against me, in my arms--her smooth full ass pressing against my flaccid cock--almost enough to bring me painfully erect again. Almost enough... but not quite.

With my head laying on hers, I whispered in her ear.

"Did you come?"

"Mmm Hmm" she acknowledged.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Mmm Hmm." I could just see the satisfied smile that spread across her face.

"I hope you did. Perhaps that will make up for the punishment you will receive for disobeying my direct order forbidding you to come."

Her eyes opened and her look changed--firing rapidly from realization to fear to disappointment. Her mouth opened to begin her apology.

"Don't speak!" I snapped, still in a strong whisper. "I don't want to hear your excuses. Nor do I want your ineffectual apologies." She looked crestfallen, almost shattered, at my tone. "I was going to favor you today--let you feel what it's like to have a man inside of you, to feel as my come filled you. But you couldn't wait. So now, you will have to wait. The price of that orgasm is your pleasure. You will wait to feel my touch. Perhaps after New Years, you'll be ready; you'll be able to do what I tell you. You will feel no one's pleasurable touch until New Years."

"Yes, sir." Her voice was small and submissive.

"Let me be very clear on what I mean: you will *no one's* touch--not even your own." It took several long seconds for the realization of what I said to sink in. As soon as it did, I pushed myself up and stepped back from her.

"Jen. When you feel like it, you can untie her feet, and pull the cuffs off. I'll be in the shower, then downstairs finishing the newspaper." I glanced down at Steph and struggled to keep my tone calm but stern, not letting the overwhelming compassion I felt for her taint my voice. "Miss Steph. When you're able, you may collect your clothes and return to your dormitory. I will expect to see you Monday as usual." I walked out of the room, turning the corner into the master bath as her words followed me.

"Yes, sir."