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The Ad: Chapter 3 Part 1/3 C/W dino. April 2000
My first camping trip with Samantha had been a wild success. As I
unloaded the Jeep I thought back to those four days in the park, quite
pleased with myself having pulled it off and making it so enjoyable
for her. Of course, I quite enjoyed our trip as well.
I left most of the camping stuff in the garage, hoping to use it again
soon, and after cleaning out the cooler, starting some laundry and
fixing myself a bite of supper, I sat down to eat and go through my
messages. A couple were from work, asking if I could put in an
appearance, one was from my buddy Mike.
"Hey Jim, where'd you go? Called a couple times now, just get this
dopey machine. I'd like to get together for dinner sometime, see that
pretty girl of yours again. Give me a call. Bye."
I picked up the phone and called him, but he must have been out, or
busy, and I got his machine.
"Hey Mike." I said. "Just got back from an awesome camping trip. Call
me tomorrow sometime."
I did some more cleaning, another load of laundry, and sat down to
answer some e-mail. Around ten, I called Sam.
"Hi honey, did I wake you?"
"No." she purred. "I've been waiting for your call."
"How are you feeling," I asked. "still sore?"
"Ya, a bit. It's these bruises on my wrists that are bothering me the
most. Might be a few raised eyebrows at work tomorrow."
"Sorry Sam." I said. "I shouldn't have let it go so far yesterday."
"Oh Jim, It's O.K. It was great, having you tie me up to that cliff
like that. Really nice."
Samantha tied up to that tree sticking out of the rock face, her arms
stretched high over her head, sunlight gleaming off her bracelets.
That lovely vision would be etched in my mind forever.
"I've got a blouse," she told me, "with sleeves that are a little too
long. Should cover things up enough so people don't ask too many
questions."
"You're great, Sam." I said.
"You're wonderful too, Jim." She answered softly.
"Sam, you remember my friend Mike, from the nightclub a couple weeks
ago?" When she said she remembered him, I continued. "He left me a
message, wants to have us over for dinner sometime. Want to go?"
"Sure, I'd love to." There was a pause, "Will the twins be there?"
"I suspect so. Do you like German food? They probably do the cooking
for him."
I told Sam I Hadn't talked to Mike yet and would let her know later
on. She sounded enthusiastic about it, though. We chatted a little
longer before saying goodnight and ringing off. All in all, despite
everything that I'd put Sam through on our weekend in the bush, I was
left with the impression that she'd had one of the best weekends of
her life with me these past few days.
Monday morning I started work with a new client who needed a web site
made up. He'd sent me a rough idea of what he wanted and had attached
some sketches of some artwork he liked. He needed someone that could
bring his ideas to life. It was to be an adult oriented site. Looking
at the crude drawings he'd sent me, I saw his artistic talents were
about as good as mine. Nil to none. But I could begin to see an
outline of what he had in mind. Samantha's talents ran closely along
the lines of what would fit, and I forwarded the sketches along to her
with a note asking if she could improve on the fellow's ideas.
Around noon Mike called.
"So Jim. How'd the "camping trip" go."
I could hear his joking sneer over the phone. Mike wouldn't be caught
dead in a mosquito infested forest, he went first class all the way.
I think I managed to sway him a little as I let out a few juicy details
about my weekend with Samantha.
"No shit, Jim? So how'd it go?"
"Fantastic. No major problems at all."
Mike wanted us over at his place Friday night, for dinner. I asked him
if the twins were cooking.
"You want authentic German food?" he asked. "Liselle makes a
sourbrauten that's to die for. See you both at seven, I want to hear
more about this trip you two had."
Around one in the afternoon I decided to call it a day and took lunch
outside in the back yard. Later on I did some housework, then called
in at the hospital and got sucked into a meeting next morning. After I
thought Sam would be home, I called her. I told her dinner at Mike's
was set for Friday and she asked me what she should wear.
"Wear anything you'd like." I said. "Clothing is usually optional at
his place anyway."
I said to Sam that I'd told Mike a bit about our trip. I heard her
pause, as I expected she would, with the thoughts of someone else
knowing what went on in the woods those days.
"It's O.K. Sam." I said. "Mike knows the score. We'll probably hear
some of his stories that'll make your toes curl."
"Well, all right." she said. "If you think it's O.K., then I don't
mind if he knows about it."
I told her about the sketches I'd e-mailed her and asked if she wanted
to try and improve on the guy's ideas a bit.
"Maybe take a couple and work them up a bit, just a quick thing,
something I can send him and see if he likes it. Might be a few bucks
in it for you."
"All those years taking art courses finally might pay off?"
"I don't know. Might be a chance to show off a little. Your work is
really good, Sam. Other people would think so too, I'm sure."
I told Sam I'd see her for dinner the next day since I'd be in the
city anyway. The meeting at the hospital dragged on almost all day and
I met her outside the bank where she worked in the late afternoon. It
was great to see her again and after she got into the truck we kissed
passionately for a moment before I drove off. At a stop light I took
her hand to look at her wrist, at the bruises from her ordeal in the
woods. They were beginning to fade a bit now, yellowing around the
edges, less purple than before.
"They got me working in the back," she told me, "going through some
records, so nobody has bothered me about them yet. Nice colours,
though." She pulled up her sleeves to show me.
"I think we'll try not to let that happen again." I said.
We found a good fish and chips shop to have dinner in. Over the meal I
told Sam a little about my friend Mike. Mike Barrett studied law at
school, but never went as far as to pass the exam. At the age of
sixteen he received a modest inheritance from his grandmother. Rather
than fritter it away, as most teenagers might do, he started making
investments. First in stocks, picking a fledgling company seemingly at
random, then watching it take off. After building up his funds this
way he moved on to property.
He managed to get in just as the market for real estate was beginning
to grow. He'd buy a piece of property, or a house or two, then, a year
later he'd unload it at double, sometimes triple what he'd paid for
it. At the tender age of thirty, Mike retired. His house, in the posh
forest hill area, is said to be valued at close to ten million. His
legal knowledge allows him to maintain his investments in such a way
that he would never have to work again, if he didn't want to.
"Mike has an interesting sideline." I said to Samantha. "Remember
Kate, from the bar? Mistress Natasha. There's at least seven women
like her in the city who run a business where men can go and get
dominated. But there's not many places that a woman could go to
receive that kind of service. Say a professional woman, someone of
importance. A woman in a powerful position, a public figure. She
couldn't go cruising bars, hoping to bump into a dominant male who
would be willing to fulfill her fantasies and keep quiet about it.
"So Mike provides a service to women who want to be dominated for a
while, to live out a fantasy for a short time, then go back to their
regular lives."
"Your kidding," Sam asked, "Master for rent?"
"Pro-Dom. Really. He gets a booking maybe once or twice a month. All
very professional, very discreet. He's told me the money's sometimes
fantastic, and of course the work's not that hard. We'll get him
talking when we see him. The stories he tells are truly wild."
"How do people hear about him. Does he advertise?"
"Word of mouth." I said. "Mostly. I did a page for him on the net.
Sort of cryptic, but if someone was looking for that sort of thing,
they'd understand. He doesn't name names, but he's told me some
things. You would be shocked to hear some of the women who've used his
services."
After our dinner I took Sam home, to her apartment. I wasn't going to
go up, but she insisted. Not that strongly, but I couldn't refuse.
First we had coffee, then I asked to see her marks from the whippings,
to see how well they were healing, you know. Then, when she was naked
and standing before me, I began to touch that lovely body of hers that
I now knew so well. One thing led to another. And that led to
something else.
It was close to midnight before I got out of there, us both feeling
quite satisfied. Sam's case of "sunburn" looked still very red, but
she wasn't hurting as much any more, at least. Her bum, where I'd
wacked her the most, was kind of colourful with the lines and
bruises. I knew she'd derived much pleasure from the three sessions
during the trip, but seeing her all marked like that made me feel
kinda low. If her beautiful skin didn't regain it's former unmarred
glory I would never be able to forgive myself.
Friday evening I picked her up for our dinner date at Mike's. She came
out wearing a slinky little black dress, short. Bare legs and strappy
high heels completed the outfit. She'd done her hair in a long braid
down her back. As we walked down the hall to the elevator, I fell back
to watch her braid swish back and forth as she moved, the end gently
patting each cheek of her bum, curling underneath, caressing her.
Samantha was suitably impressed as I wound through Mike's neighborhood
with it's huge mansions and high stone walls, professionally manicured
gardens. The ornate iron gates to his driveway stood open and I
wheeled in to park in front of the house. Pretty much only the
exterior of the place remained original, with the gray granite stone
towering three stories over us as we walked up to the door. Mike had
picked the place up for practically a song back then, back taxes owing
or something like that. The house needed work, and work it had got.
The inside had been completely redone with only the outside
reminiscent of thirteen thirteen Mocking Bird Lane, right down to the
door knockers, big brass rings held in the mouths of goul's faces.
Rather than Herman Munster, we were greeted by Lisa, or Liselle, one
of the twins, and shown inside.
"Good evening Sir, Madam. Would you like to follow me, please."
It was Lisa. I'd read her name engraved on her collar. She was wearing
an outfit straight from a German beer garden, almost. I didn't mind
following her at all, when she turned around I saw that the outfit was
backless, held on her by thin straps at the neck and around her waist.
Samantha's stilettos echoed on the marble floor. Mike knows me all too
well, my tastes. Lisa was barefoot.
We passed through the house and into the library where our host sat
with Liselle, dressed the same, cuddled close beside him. They stood
when we entered the cosy room and Mike came to greet us, shaking my
hand warmly, his eyes on Samantha.
"Great to see you two again, come, sit down."
I took a chair near Mike, Sam sat on the sofa, while the twins fixed a
round of drinks. They passed out the glasses and sat with Sam, one on
each side of her. The twin's fair complexion and blond hair contrasted
with Samantha's dark brown hair and her skin, which was slightly
tanned from our recent trip. The talk was general, but not for long.
"So," Mike said, "Jim told me a little about the trip you two had last
weekend." He speared Sam with those black eyes of his. "Tell me more."
Mike would have been a great lawyer if he'd gone on with it. He was a
good friend, kind as well as generous. But he had a force within him,
a driving force that, when he cranked it up and directed it at
someone, you'd become powerless to resist his will. I'd seen him with
a car salesman once, by the time he'd finished, the guy was almost
willing to pay Mike to take the car away. Sam started talking about
the trip, the nice weather, the swimming at the waterfall. Mike was
using that voice of his, asking questions, directing her thoughts. I
could feel Mike's dominant force field beginning to envelope everyone
in the room. The twins had sensed it first, looking towards their
master, becoming alert for changing moods.
Samantha had dropped into submissive mode, hearing the power in Mike's
tone, feeling it somewhere deep inside of her. She filled in a few
more details about the trip.
"And what happened next, Samantha." Mike prodded, or, "How did you
feel when. . . ."
Mike looked at me a couple times, getting permission to continue the
interrogation. I was going to put a stop to it, let Sam off the hook,
but I saw she was getting into it, re-living those hours of such
intense passion that we'd had, and I let it continue. The twins were
starting to get hot too, hearing Sam tell what went on in the marsh,
on that cloudy afternoon.
"What were you thinking about when Jim left you alone tied over that
boulder, were you frightened?"
Samantha revealed, speaking as if in a dream state, her most private
feeling about what she'd experienced during our trip, thoughts that
even I didn't know she'd had. Mike was in full Dom mode, in control.
Sam had been more worried about the bears than I'd thought, she told
us, and about being seen in bondage in a public place, that had turned
her on plenty. Mike looked my way again and I made the kill sign,
enough.
In a lighter tone of voice he spoke, collapsing the field that had
gripped Samantha. "Well it sounds like you two had a great time."
Just like that we were back to five friends having a nice before
dinner chat. Sam popped back into the here and now, seemingly unaware
of what had just taken place. Mike asked his girls to see to dinner
and graceful as always, they stood and headed for the kitchen. I
crossed over to sit on the couch with Samantha.
"You know," I told Mike, "we might take another trip up north this
fall, spend a week in the wilderness. You and the girls should come."
Mike declined, as I knew he would.
"Sleeping on the cold ground? No thanks. I'll stick to my nice warm
bed and the well stocked fridge. Sounded like you two had fun, though"
Mike started telling us about a job he did for someone recently. This
past weekend he'd had a client, a well known Hollywood actress, he
told us. It wasn't too long before we were called to dinner by the
lovely Lisell and we were seated at Mike's big oak diningroom table as
he continued the tale. The twins took turns serving while we listened
to Mike's latest escapade.
"She flew in from L.A. last Friday." Mike said. "Wanted a rape scene.
Money was no object, she'd told me, so I kinda went all out. I set it
up like she was a tourist in another country, China, since I could use
the Chinatown area as a backdrop. Hired a limo with an Asian looking
driver, two Asian girls from an escort service as maid and cook,
housekeeper, like that. Guy picks her up at the airport, drives her
through downtown. Then here. Did the house up like a high class hotel,
rented a big desk for the lobby and everything.
"So she spends the night here. I didn't tell her when it would happen,
and she said that had been a big part of the excitement. Next morning,
Saturday, She has breakfast here, then the driver takes her back to
Chinatown. He knew the area well. Took her around, did some shopping,
had lunch. Only a couple people recognized her, she said, so she
wasn't bugged by fans. You know the area, just like being in downtown
Kowloon.
"Comes back here late afternoon, has dinner. I told the crew to split
around eight. Me and the girls were here, waiting for the right time.
Around nine we sneeks down the back stairs and into the kitchen, like
we broke in the back door. I had a window I'd pulled from someone's
trash, spent enough already, I wasn't gonna' bust one of mine. So we
make a big noise, smash the glass. Client comes runnin' down and into
the kitchen. Lisa snaps on the lights, and that's when I grab her.
"I let her get a good look. I'd dressed up like a girl's worst
nightmare straight from hell. Had the twins wearing black cat suits,
pointy ears and all. I spin her around and cuff her hands behind her,
then stick duct tape over her mouth. The walls are thick, but I don't
take chances. Last thing I need is attention being drawn here. Not
just for me, but for the client's sake too. Anyway, me and the girls
haul her upstairs to her room. We blindfold her and get her naked,
tied spread eagle, face down on the bed. Then I let the girls have a
go while I sat and watched.
"These two lovelies," Mike bowed to the twins in turn, "really gave
the client a run for the money, surprised even me. The lady said she
wanted it rough, and rough she got. When the girls were done it came
my turn. The lady had chewed through the tape gag by this time, but
her face was in the pillow so it didn't matter. Lisa greased her ass,
and my cock, then I gave it to her.
"If I told you her name you'd say "No way, Mike!". You can never tell,
the people into this kind of stuff. I pounded her bum for maybe twenty
minutes before we flipped her over and I fucked her cunt. The girls
were all over her too. She was too weak to struggle much by then."
I watched Sam listening attentively as Mike finished the tale.
"When I was done I cut the ropes and we disappeared. We were upstairs
in one of the rooms and I had a camera mounted in her room with a
little monitor to make sure she'd be O.K. She got herself untied, then
just lay there for a while with this big smile on her face. She took a
shower, then passed out for the rest of the night. I could hear her
breathing so I knew she was all right. Next morning we all met up over
breakfast downstairs. The lady was very satisfied with the service
we'd provided and I drove her to the airport in the afternoon.
"So that was that." Mike finished up. "The client was quite pleased
and said she'd call me again sometime. She said she might have some
friends to send my way too."
"Wow!" Sam said
"Nice work if you can get it." I said.
"Tough job, but somebody's gotta do it." Mike added.
The meal was superb, starting with a delicious chicken soup, followed
with Liselle's famous sourbrauten beef and melt in your mouth potato
dumplings. A light salad followed, then dessert, a nice, flaky apple
strudel. After dinner we retired to the livingroom for drinks and
coffee. Sam kicked off her shoes, the twins, after cleaning up, joined
their master naked, kneeling beside his chair. Sam and I cuddled on
the comfy sofa, the atmosphere of the room, relaxed.
"So Jim," Mike asked, "This canoe trip in the fall, any plans?"
"Well," I said with a grin, "the trees are lovely that time of the
year. We might collect colourful leaves and make a scrap book."
Sam gave me a playful elbow in the ribs.
"If you don't mind me saying," Mike said, "Samantha, I have a feeling
it was the part about being chained up and helpless that seemed to
turn you on the most."
Sam thought for a moment, then said, "I liked it a lot when Jim would
start smacking me with something, but I don't think I'd enjoy it for a
whole week. I'm still pretty sore in spots."
Mike suggested, "Why not try for a period of time in permanent bondage
of some kind. Something that you could move around in, but can't get
out of."
"I'd been thinking along those lines." I said. "The whippings went
well, but I can't do that very often. Seeing your skin marked up like
that, Sam, after I was done, it just didn't seem right."
"These two," said Mike, patting the heads of his girls, "like to tie
each other up. Once, I came home from a trip and they'd chained
themselves up in the dungeon. They'd been stuck like that for two
days. I warned them that if I had been delayed for some reason, they
could have been in big trouble. Liselle here has spent thirty days in
the cage once, Lisa nearly twenty."
"The cage?" Sam asked.
"Downstairs." Mike said. "In the dungeon. Would you like to see it?"
I've seen Mike's secret room downstairs, a true work of art. Built
when the conservitory was replaced at the back of the house, a huge
excavation and solid foundation for the greenhouse above. Lisa led the
way to the door in the hallway, downstairs, and through the rec room
with the big screen T.V. and the state of the art music system. On the
far wall, a classic piece of engineering. Lisa tilted one lighting
fixture on the wall, Liselle did the other. A center panel dropped
inwards, then was slid aside on noiseless runners.
Five more steps down to a heavy wooden door, banded with old looking
iron straps. Mike took a large key down from a hook, fitted it into
the door and turned the lock. Lisa went inside to switch on the
lights. This was no cold, damp basement room. The floors were dark
stained and highly polished hardwood, the concrete walls faced with
reddish coloured brick. Heavy iron staples protruded from the walls in
various places. The ceiling was the cement slab of the greenhouse
floor, painted black. Pot lights shining downward gave the impression
that the height of the room was much greater than the actual eleven
feet or so. The air in the room was warm and smelled fresh, inviting.
A rack on one wall held articles, ready for use. Mike had a few nice
pieces of furniture, some looking new, some, ancient, but in perfect
condition. I let out a surprised snort when I realized that there were
two of a few pieces, two padded benches, two St. Andrews crosses
mounted side by side. Mike caught me looking.
"Yes," he said, "I added a few things for the twin's enjoyment."
I could picture it, the padded sawhorses were placed end to end so the
girls could watch each other as Mike worked on them. I took Sam's hand
as we walked through the room. I could feel the tension in her.
"This room is amazing." she said.
"Anything worth doing is worth doing to excess. Right Jim?"
"And why not." I answered.
The cage stood, or rather, squatted in one corner. Low tempered glass
panels surrounded an area with the bare concrete floor showing. The
cage was formed from square steel bars, about an inch in thickness and
spaced perhaps six apart. The dimensions of the cage looked to be a
little under three feet wide, three feet high and four feet long. It
was solidly bolted to the cement floor and a piece of carpeting on the
bottom provided meager comfort for an occupant. Samantha stood
transfixed, staring at the thing.
"It's perfect for long term use." Mike told us.. "Things can get messy
after a while but there's a drain and a hose for washing everything
down."
A small table nearby held several attachments, shackles and bars which
could be clamped to the sides of the cage. Lisa opened the end of the
cage, Liselle stood near Samantha. Sam looked like she wanted to say
something, but was hesitant to do so. I gave her the push that we were
all waiting for.
"Would you like to try it out?" I asked her.
She smiled. "Yes, please."
Liselle, speaking without permission, but Mike let it slide, suggested
that Samantha take her dress off before entering the cage.
"Yes," I said, "You'd be more comfortable and your dress wouldn't get
all wrinkled."
I lent a hand, pulling down the zipper and helping her off with her
dress. She wasn't wearing a bra, but had black panties on. Sam caught
my look, then bent to remove them, giving the twins a look between her
legs. Liselle noticed them first, Samantha's labia rings.
"Master!" She exclaimed to Mike, "She h. . . ."
Liselle caught herself, but it was too late.
"What?!" Mike snapped out, now annoyed with the girl's impertinence.
Mike moved closer, but when he caught sight of Sam's rings his mood
softened. He looked a little closer while Sam stood red faced.
"Very nice, Samantha." He said. Then, speaking to the twins, "Girls.
Prepare the captive."
Steel shackles were expertly applied to my Samantha's wrists and
ankles by the eager twins, as she stood, trembling slightly from the
excitement that had built up in the room. Lisa helped her to kneel and
crawl into the tight confines of the steel cage. Sam's arms and legs
were positioned within, her arms to her sides and her knees under her
chest, then the shackles were clamped to the bars. The door was swung
shut with a loud and final sounding clang. Mike stepped towards the
cage.
"There are several other attachments," He informed Samantha, "that go
with this apparatus."
He picked up a bar from the table. Mike looked towards me before he
began, seeking my approval to touch his cage with it's precious
contents. I smiled, and he continued demonstrating the effectiveness
of the device. He slid the bar into a bracket in the side, under
Samantha's elbows and over her back, pinning her arms firmly in
position.
"There's a bar with a penis gag for the front," he explained to Sam,
"and a similar one for the rear."
Mike slid a bar in behind her, just under her bum, just barely
touching her. He smiled.
"Those rings of yours could come in handy here." He said to her.
Mike reached into the top of the cage and lifted Sam's long pony tail
out through the bars. He wrapped it around a bar, drawing Sam's head
up a bit.
"Very nice." He murmured.
I watched the twins watching Samantha inside the cage. I could see
that they knew all too well what Sam was feeling right now. Sam had
been in the cage only a few minutes now, but already I could see signs
of her arousal. Mike had said that Liselle was in there for a month
once. I asked her if that was thirty days without a break.
"Yes Sir." She stated.
"The full deal." Mike said proudly. "We only took out the gag bar so
she could eat."
I asked her, "How was it, Liselle. Did you enjoy it, all that time?"
"Yes Sir. I was very aroused most of the time. But I was quite sore at
the end, from being cramped up in there."
Mike said, "Lisa tried it but her feet kept cramping and causing her
awfull pain. She's been doing leg exercises though, and is looking
forward to breaking her sister's record."
We left Sam in there for a few minutes longer, then I opened the cage
and the girls helped to release her. When she was freed and she'd
dressed again, she turned to Mike.
"Thank you sir. I enjoyed that."
"We'll have to have you back someday." he said. Have the girls give
you the full treatment."
We left the dungeon to head back upstairs for a night cap. I don't like
to drink when I'm driving, but I had a small one. The evening had gone
so well that it called for one. Mike raised his glass and we toasted
the three lovely girls.
Later on, Sam and I said our goodbyes and we left Mike's house. When I
pulled out onto the street I asked Sam if she'd like to go to my
place.
"But I don't have anything to wear." she said with a grin.
I think I could find you something." I answered.
"Your friend Mike is quite the character."
I laughed. "Isn't he though. How did you like his dungeon?"
"It's gorgeous." she said. "That cage was something else. Imagine
spending a month locked up in there?"
"Tell me, Sam."
She was silent for a moment. "I was only in it for a short while. But
I felt so, so held, you know? Like a big hard hug. Mike slid that bar
under my elbows and everything seemed to get tighter all over. When he
put the other bar in, behind me? I nearly came right there. It was so
awesome, thinking of being like that for hours, days."
Doing what, I thought to myself. Wouldn't it get kinda boring?
"Would you like to try it for longer sometime?"
"Oh yes Jim." Sam said. "If your friend doesn't mind, I'd like that."
"I'm sure he could "fit you in" someday."
It was late when we got to my house but we weren't tired, so I made
some tea and we sat and talked. We started to discuss the upcoming
trip we'd planned, what we'd do. Mike's suggestion for some kind of
long term bondage seemed like something Sam would like to do and it
would be something that I'd enjoy a lot too. I asked her how she felt
about it.
"Last weekend on the trip, when you'd lock chains on me and the keys
were back at camp, it was nice. Neither of us could get me free then."
"I've got those leather cuffs," I said, "but I could cut them off you
if I wanted to. Something more permanent would be good, I think. We
could go in the north end of the park this time, there's nothing but
wilderness there. Miles of it. If we take a side route we'd probably
not see anyone else for the whole week. Find a little island out on a
lake someplace, call it home."
I had Sam get undressed and we went down to the basement. In a box in
the workshop I found some lengths of chain and a few locks and we
spent some time trying different ways of chaining Sam up. The most
obvious place to start was with her hands chained with a bit over a
foot of chain between, like those bracelets she had. I found a piece
of chain the right length and put it around one wrist, then locked it
on her. I did the same with the other end.
"That's sort of like those bracelets you have, except you can't get
this off." I said.
A good start, but I felt more was needed. I pulled out another length
of chain and found two more locks. This one went around her ankles,
again, a little over a foot of chain between her feet. I'd sat Sam on
the workbench to do this, and I lifted her down to let her stand. She
walked around the room a bit, the chain tinkling on the floor.
I tried a couple pieces of chain of different lengths to determine what
worked best. She went up the stairs, came back down, I made it shorter
and she tried it again. When we were both satisfied I took some
measurements, marked a couple links with black tape, and we called it
a night. Sam did have a bit of difficulty negotiating the stairs on
the way up since the chain between her ankles was rather short. I'd
settled on just under ten inches. But I told her there'd be no stairs
in the bush.
"Besides," I said, "if there's too much chain dragging it'll get
snagged on roots and rocks as you walk."
The chains didn't match and the locks were awkward, banging around
against her ankle bones, but I told her I'd go to the hardware store
on Monday and find something nicer. I already had something in mind,
and seeing Sam ahead of me, shuffling down the hall to my bedroom, I
was pleased with the effect. After we'd finished in the bathroom I
undid her braid and brushed out her lovely hair, then we went to bed.
Her chains presented little impediment to a wild session of
lovemaking. Me on top was no problem. Her straddling me with her feet
pulled close together and the chain tight across my thighs was a bit
awkward, a little painful for her too. We switched back again to her
on her back, me on top, her feet on either side of my waist and the
chain stretched across my tummy. Sam's third orgasm managed to trigger
mine, and I relaxed down on her as I blasted a big load inside her,
crushing her knees into her chest, my face inches from hers, telling
her how wonderful she was.
I remember hearing Sam's chains rattling when she went to the
bathroom. A dull sounding clanking. Either a bright tinkling, I
thought, or hardly any noise would be better. I must have heard her
come back because it stuck in my mind, being able to hear her moving
would be best, and a gentle tinkling, as of silver bells would be
nice. Sleigh bells? Ponies? Sleep took me into it's gentle embrace.
When I woke the next morning it was to the sound of birds twittering,
or so I thought. A gentle tinkling sound in my ears, and something
else, a nice feeling. I opened my eyes to see Samantha sitting on the
bed, her hands on my cock, gently stroking it. Her chain was clinking
on my belly.
"Morning master," she said, "did I wake you?"
With her sweet pale blue eyes full upon me, she lowered her head to
take my length into her mouth and begin licking and sucking on me. I
moved my hand to feel her leg, sliding my fingers down her calf to her
ankle and feeling the chain around it. Sam shifted a little to bring
her foot closer and I started to massage it, pushing my fingers
between her toes and pressing my thumb along her sole. My fingers
would always stray back to the chain around her ankle though, tracing
around the hard links and slipping underneath to feel her soft skin.
Samantha had got me as hard as I was going to get, so I had her lay
down on her side and I snuggled in close behind her. Taking my cock in
my hand I guided it into her warm, wet pussy, then slowly pushed it's
length up inside of her. Sam let out a squeal of pleasure and began to
press her bum harder onto me to get more of me inside her. I gathered
up most of her hair in one hand and held her head firmly in place as I
hooked a leg through her ankle chain and dragged her feet closer to
me. Then I began to bang harder into her, bucking my hips to drive my
cock deeper and deeper into her with each thrust.
Sam started her moaning and loud cries of ecstacy, but now we were
alone and she could let loose by making all the noise she wanted. She
came quickly, grinding her bum against me and howling loud and long as
her orgasm held her in it's grip. I yanked hard on her hair to
unclench her cunt and bring her around, then I started pumping into
her again. I could feel it starting to build within me as I wound her
hair around my hand and, holding her firmly, I began to cum.
The light started to dim as my first shot of jism blasted into her. I
rolled over onto my back, taking Samantha with me, as another blast
pumped into her. I released her hair to place both hands on her
shoulders, raising her up a bit and pressing her body down harder onto
me as my cock erupted another stream of boiling hot cum into her. We
finished with us both sitting up, her on top of my lap, my arms around
her waist, the chain between her hands held tightly in mine. I nuzzled
the back of her neck and rolled her hips around on me while my cock
shook and twitched inside her tight, slippery channel, wetness seeping
past and feeling all squishy against my thighs.
Sam had a towel handy which she must have brought from the bathroom
last night and when I collapsed breathlessly back onto the bed she
rolled off me and took care of the mess. She lay down beside me facing
away from me with the towel between her legs, the other end around my
cock. She raised up her head when I put my arm around her and we lay
together in the quiet of a Saturday morning, her bum snuggled against
me, my hand on her breast.
Sam wore the chains all morning and part of the afternoon. I made the
coffee and she made us pancakes for breakfast, I cooked burgers on the
barbie for lunch. We spent a lot of time sitting around in the back
yard, naked most of the time, since I had no nosy neighbours for miles
around. Sam tried swimming in my pool with her chains on and managed
to do quite well.. When she stopped paddling she'd quickly sink down to
the bottom, but I told her that the water in the lakes of the park was
usually ice cold in the fall so we'd probably not be swimming much
anyway.
We talked about what she could wear for the trip. The poncho she had
worked well and with a thicker tube top she'd be alright if it got
cold. She said she had a long skirt, since with her feet chained,
shorts or pants would not be very useful.
"We'll go on a shopping trip sometime," I said, "get you some more
clothes for the trip."
In the afternoon, I called to book tickets at a high school theatre in
a nearby town. They had a comedy troupe doing a show there. We had a
nice long soak in the hot tub, then I took Sam's chains off and we
dressed for dinner and a show. Sam only had her little black dress and
her heels, and she looked gorgeous. Supper was good, the show really
funny, and we got back to my place around eleven, or so.
Sunday morning we were sitting around, wondering what to do, when I
got a call to go in to work. Somebody's printer wouldn't print, or
some such crap. But, duty calls, so I took Samantha home before
driving over to the hospital. Sam showed me the sketches she'd done,
the ones I'd sent to her from my possible client, and I took them with
me. She'd really made the guy's ideas come to life, I told her. When I
got back home I scanned the images and sent them off.
The following week I checked out a few hardware stores and building
supply places, looking for some perfect chain. I probably looked like
an idiot, holding chains up to my ear and shaking them, searching for
the right pitch of sound. I bought some that might do, and then I
remembered something Sam had said about the bracelets she had. She'd
found them in a marine supply store. I went to a couple and finally
found what I was really looking for. Smooth, close links, two sizes,
one, a little bigger than the other. Nice, gentle tinkling sound.
Perfect.
The only problem was that this chain was made from high carbon steel
and had been hardened. I found this out when the guy cut off pieces
for me and had to use a power grinder to saw through the links.
However, feeling the almost oily smoothness of the links, I knew it
was what I wanted.
At another place I bought four quick links. Quick links are a chain
link with an opening and a long nut that screwed across to close the
link. Since it was a nut, a wrench could lock it up tight, and it
wasn't heavy or awkward like a padlock would be. Two of one size, two
a little smaller, and in the parking lot, I tried them in the chain to
make sure that they fit, and that they looked good. I also picked up
four padlocks. I could have got four with the same key, but fumbling
with a bunch of different keys can sometimes be fun too.
I could hardly wait for the week to end and on Friday, I picked Sam up
from work and took her to my place. On my bed I showed her the bonds
she'd be wearing for our week in the bush. I could see she was getting
excited as I wrapped one end of the smaller chain around her wrist,
slipped the link through, and after checking that it was neither too
tight or too loose, I spun the nut closed. I used a screwdriver and a
wrench to snug up the link. I counted the links around her wrist, then
did her other hand. The process was repeated for her ankles, using the
chain that was a little thicker. While I chained her, I told her of my
plans.
"I think we'll put these chains on you right at the beginning." I
said. "We'll tighten these links down, then I'll leave the tools in
the truck. There'll be a couple short portages at the start of the
trip, and one long one, but you can wear boots and thick socks so your
ankles don't get rubbed too bad. After that, you probably won't have
to do much walking."
Sam asked, "So these chains are going to stay on for the whole week?"
"Yes," I said, "that's the general idea."
I had Sam put her feet through her wrist chain so her hands were
behind her back.
"I've got four locks." I went on. "After we've passed the long
portage, when I feel we won't be bothered by other people, I'll stash
the keys in some place, under a big rock or in a tree somewhere.. When
we're settled at our final camping spot, and after a day or two, I'll
start putting the locks on you."
I slipped one lock through the chains at her wrists and clicked it
closed. Samantha's hands were now stuck behind her back. I could see
the effect it was having on her, as the realization dawned on her.
"How am I going to do anything like this?" she asked.
"I don't know." I answered. "I guess I'll be doing everything. I might
lock your feet together first."
I used another lock to lock the chains around her ankles together. I
had her lay on her front, then I locked the loose chain between her
hands and feet together, pulling her feet up close to her hands and
clicking the lock closed.
"By the end of the week," I said, "this is how you'll be. I might not
make the hog tie so tight, we'll see how much trouble you give me."
Sam was getting hot now, squirming around on the bed, struggling a bit
in the chains. The links lay evenly around her wrists and ankles,
spreading the force around without pressing uncomfortably against her.
"You said you had four locks."
Very good my pet, I thought. I showed her the rubber bit gag, the
leather straps replaced by a length of chain. Sam gasped, then smiled
widely. I pushed the bit gag into her mouth and locked the chain in
back of her head.
"This is how you'll end up, Sam. The gag should be the last thing, I
guess. It would be hard to eat with it on. On the last day I'll pack
everything up, load the stuff and you in the boat and we'll go find
the keys to let you go. Like it?"
"Mmmm Mmmmm."
I took that for a yes. I had to put a towel under her head to stop her
drool from soaking my bed. After I'd stirred her up some, I had to get
another towel for her other end. Her pussy juices were flowing freely
by the time I finished. Fucking was pretty much impossible with her
trussed up like that, but I used my hands and mouth on her, driving
her wild with passion, and I made her cum several times, just sitting
back and watching her shake and writhe in her chains.
I left Sam laying chained up on my bed while I went and called for a
pizza. It wasn't until it was delivered that I released her, the locks
anyway, her two chains, I left on her.
Sam spent the entire weekend at my house, naked and with her hands and
feet chained. The one between her hands she was mostly use to since
she had her bracelets with the connecting chain and had told me she'd
worn them practically every night. I would have thought having her
feet chained so close would take some getting use to, but she
surprised me by quickly adapting to the hobble, taking short, careful
steps at first, then, as the weekend progressed, becoming more and
more confident in moving around and doing things with her chains on.
Friday night I used two locks to connect her hands and her feet
together, Saturday night I gave her the full treatment, making the hog
tie rather loose but locking the bit gag tightly into her mouth. On
Sunday morning we tried letting her eat and drink something with the
bit in, water at first, then some soft cooked eggs. It was a little
messy, and she choked once or twice, but when I went to remove her gag
she'd shake her head, determined to try it again.
"Take the gag home with you." I said, after she'd cleaned herself up.
"See if you want to practice trying to eat something with it in during
the week. If you think you can manage, I could put it on you earlier
on in the trip."
"You just don't want to hear me complaining." she said.
I had to laugh at that one.
"Well, yes. But no, that's not it." I told her. "This trip has to be
fun for the both of us, Sam. If there's anything or if I do anything
that you don't like, don't want to do, you tell me and we'll stop. I
don't want to push you into anything you might regret later and be
upset over, O.K.?"
"Oh Jim," she said, "you haven't done anything yet that upset me. On
the contrary, I've loved every minute that we've spent together. And
I'm really excited about this trip, I'm really looking forward to it.
I want you to do everything to me that you said you would. I'm not
going to complain, I want to do it. I need to try, master, I have to."
We were standing in the kitchen and I took a step closer to her, then
took her in my arms. This sweet, sweet beauty was the center of my
universe now and I held her tightly to me, feeling her melt into me in
that way she had of giving all of herself to me. There'd been no end
to the sex this weekend, we must have done it in every room in the
house, and outside, in the back yard. Sam's pussy was raw from us
fucking so much, and we were both a bit giddy from lack of sleep and
having cum so many times.
But when I took hold of the chain between her hands and lifted her
arms up over her head, she pressed her luscious body tightly against
mine, our lust for one another rising to the occasion once again.
It was late Sunday afternoon before I took Sam's chains off and let
her get dressed again. We drove into the city to have a nice supper at
an Indian restaurant, then I took her home afterwards. She had her bit
gag in a plastic bag with the chain, and I'd given her a snap
fastener, in case she had to take it out quickly. She said she'd try
to get use to having it in her mouth for an extended time. We'd have
two weeks, maybe three, depending on the weather, before our trip.
The following week, the guy for whom Sam did the drawings e-mailed me
and was thrilled with how the pictures had come out. He sent me more
stuff and asked if I could work up his web site. I put something
together for him, an outline he could put on a disk and go through, to
see if he liked the look. By the end of the week I had the contract to
do his site. I got Samantha to do a few more pieces of artwork, she
helped me a bit on getting the layout looking right, and I split the
fee with her.
They say bad things happen in threes. I'm still waiting for the third,
but on the next week I was informed that my contract for network
administration at the hospital wouldn't be renewed. Typical
bureaucracy, they weren't getting a new system, just cutting back on
maintaining the old one.. I had little doubt that they'd be calling me
back to put things right, only instead of a fixed contract I'd be
charging service call rates and probably making more money. Even if
they found someone else to do the work it was no big deal, I had other
interests going, and I also had enough stashed away that I didn't
really have to worry about money for a while anyway.
With Samantha, however, she was devastated, when on Friday they told
everyone that her bank branch was closing. Some of the senior
employees would be transferred to other branches, but for her, she was
shit out of luck. When I picked her up after work she tearfully told
me the news.
"This was my last day." she said between sobs. "They gave me three
weeks severance pay. A few people were kept on until they close the
branch in a couple more weeks, but I'm out."
"Fuck it." I said. "It was a good job, but it's only a job, there'll
be another. Don't worry about it, O.K.?"
I didn't say it, but in a way I was glad she'd lost the job. Maybe it
would be the push she needed to decide to move in with me, like we'd
talked a bit about.
"Don't worry about it, Sam." I told her. "There's plenty of work
around for someone as smart as you. If you need help with the rent or
something, you tell me. Alright? I won't charge you much interest on a
loan." I added with a grin.
At least that got a little smile out of her. We picked up some Chinese
takeout and had it in her apartment. After dinner I used her computer
to log onto the web site she'd helped me create.
The site was one of those pay by month sex sites. There wasn't much
content yet, it had only been up for a week and the guy was still
putting stuff in, but what was there held Sam's attention.
"You could probably sell this guy some of your drawings." I said to
her.
"You think so?"
"He would pay you for having them here," I told her, "and you'd keep
the originals for yourself. Basically, you rent the image to him and
retain the rights to it."
"How much can someone make with a site like this." she asked
"Well the bigger ones can have maybe two hundred thousand members at
one time. Times fifteen or twenty bucks a month. . . ."
"Wow! That much?"
"Content's the key. Getting the word out, then keeping it fresh,
keeping membership up. This guy's off to a good start, I think. With
your help."
Sam's translations of the fellow's sketches did look good on the
screen, the borders and even the arrows she'd done looked almost
erotic in a way. It was good, showing her the site, opening up
possibilities for her so that the loss of her banking job didn't seem
to be such an end for her. I stayed the night at her place, just
holding her close, cuddling her. We screwed in the morning.
Last week of August was gloomy and cool. The beginning of September it
stayed that way. Rain almost every other day, and cool. Fall weather
in Ontario. Sam had her period, so adding to the depressing weather,
we couldn't fuck. I picked up some other things for the trip, a small
naptha gas stove, an insulated bag for food. I cooked some things and
froze them in meal sized portions, packed up the dry food. We were
ready to roll. I saw Sam more often now, with her out of work she
could stay with me during the week as well as on weekends. She brought
her four goldfish to my house and we put them in my fish pond, so she
wouldn't have to bother about them when we were away. She'd already
had a job offer, but it was too far to travel, the pay was low, and
she'd turned it down. Still, she knew work was available, and her
spirits were good, raised higher as the time for the trip drew closer.
Second week of September the skies cleared and it got bitterly cold.
Then, two days later, summer returned. The forecast was for the good
weather to hold for a while so I picked up Sam, we loaded the truck,
and we said bye bye to the world.
[ End part 1/3, Chapter 3 "The Ad" ] dino@canoemail.com
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