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The Ad: Chapter 3 Part 3/3 C/W dino. April 2000
It was mid morning before we finally got going. I had to do everything
for Sam now, carry her to the toilet, wipe her pussy, bring her back.
I put some clothes on her, a skirt and her light poncho. I braided her
hair and tied the braid up double so it was out of her way.
"Master. In my bag, could you get me one of my birth control pills."
I found the package for her.
"Master. Could you give me two, I forgot yesterday."
"Sure Sam."
My thoughts were on getting the keys to her locks, on whether I'd see
a blackened piece of wire where I'd left them. I made some coffee,
cooked some porridge for breakfast, held the cup so Sam could drink the
coffee, and spoon fed her her food. After I'd cleaned up, stashed the
food and loaded Sam into the canoe, I paddled us the length of the
lake to the trail that led out of here.
"This was a bad idea Sam, having your hands locked like that. You
can't do anything now."
"I know master. But it's nice though."
"You're suppose to be the slave, Sam. Not the pampered pet, making me
wait on you hand and foot."
"Are you mad at me again master?"
I laughed. "Actually, no. I like having to wait on you hand and foot."
It wasn't hard to spot the place the trail started, there was a big
circle of muddy water around it. Sure enough, the heavy rain had made
a royal mess of the path. The steep slope, treacherous enough when it
was dry, was now a slippery, gooey mess. I left Sam in the canoe tied
to a tree, the boat that is, she was locked up in chains and wasn't
going anywhere, and I began to make my way upwards. As if the mud
wasn't bad enough, couple of big trees had been blown down across the
trail, and I had to climb up over one, duck under the other.
When I got to the top and found the branch where I'd tied the keys,
they were still there, twinkling at me in the morning's light.. I
reached out, untwisted the wire, then fastened the ring of keys to my
belt. I'd brought the long rope with me and at the worst part of the
trail I tied one end to a tree, then used it to steady myself as I
made my way back down to Samantha. When I got back to the boat I
jingled the keys at her.
"Ta-da!"
Damned if I didn't see a flicker of sadness cross her face when she
saw her keys safely with me. In order not to disappoint her, I left
her feet locked together and her hands locked behind her all day.
"Master?" she asked during lunch, when I'd made no move to release her.
"Yes my pet?" I said, holding a spoon full of soup before her.
"I thought you got the keys so you could let me go."
"I said I wanted to get the keys, I didn't say anything about letting
you go. Are you complaining?"
"No master. I thought. . ." Then she caught on "I wanna be let go
right now." She said in a sing-song voice.
"Oh dear." I said.
Sam finished eating her soup through the bit gag.
After we'd finished lunch I put Sam in the boat and I paddled over to
the falls. Around the bend in the lake we saw that the size of the
waterfall had almost doubled from what it was before, runoff from the
lands above, fed from the storm. I had made sure Sam's life jacket was
securely buckled around her middle before we set out. With her hands
and her feet locked together she couldn't hope to swim, and with the
bit locked between her teeth she wouldn't be able to close her mouth
against the water, she'd fill up and sink like a rock if we went over.
I didn't get too close to the falls either. As we watched, a big up-
rooted tree came over, teetering on the edge for a moment, before
crashing down into the lake. There were many branches, big and small,
floating around the base of the falls, testament to the forces
unleashed by yesterday's wild weather.
"Lucky that we had such a nice sheltered spot." I said. "Wouldn't want
to have been camped out in the open yesterday."
"Uggk."
The water around the falls was cool and it was like someone shut off
the hot water tap in our bathtub. A definite sign that summer was
drawing to a close. Back at camp we swam in the shallow water around
the island, or at least I did. Sam bobbed. I stayed near her while we
were in the water, keeping a hand on her, making sure she didn't float
away.
Supper that evening was dried chicken and rice from a package, but I'd
also hooked a small perch, so we had both, with some hot biscuits,
cooked in the frying pan before I did the fish. Sam sat on a pad
beside the table while I prepared dinner. When I was almost finished
cooking, I stopped and looked at her.
"Nukk. Shhukk."
"Yes my pet? Would you like to be let go?"
"Mmmmm." She even managed to smile around the bit.
I got her keys from the food box, where I'd hid them, and I began with
her feet. I opened the lock between her ankles, then I opened the one
for her hands. Sam's wrists sprang apart and she let out a little
grunt as the muscles in her shoulders complained about having to shift
to a new position. After she'd sat down and brought her wrist chain
under her legs and over her feet I unlocked her gag. Her hands lay
limply in her lap while she worked the cramp out of her jaw. I gave
her shoulders a quick rubdown.
"How are you Sam." I asked.
"I feel good Sir. Thank you."
"Lets eat."
The rice dish was ready and I quickly fried the fish fillets in a
little butter, then we sat down to a nice meal. I let Sam do the
cleanup afterwards.
It got colder that evening so I built up a big fire to keep us warm.
The forecast was for unsettled weather for the next few days, with
cooler temperatures. I asked Sam how she felt about leaving.
"I could stay here with you forever master." she said. "But I know we
can't. If you think that we should go, than we'll go."
"There's only a couple more freeze dried meals left." I said. "There's
biscuit mix, and cereal. Noodles and cheese. I could go for a Big Mac,
extra fries."
"Or a pizza?"
"Chicken and ribs."
"And fries?"
"And gravy on the fries."
It was decided, we'd leave in the morning. Later on, in bed, Sam asked
if I'd lock her up, tightly.
"You're not going to sleep too well." I warned her.
"That's O.K."
"You're not going to keep me up all night, are you?"
We only had the light of the candle in the tent, but she saw my grin.
"I'll try not to sir."
The bit gag went on first and I had her put her hands behind her back,
so I could lock her wrist chain to the chain on the gag. Her hands
were at the middle of her back. I used a lock to lock her ankles
together. I used another to connect her wrists together and I brought
her feet up so her heels touched her bum, then I hooked the loose
chain from her ankles onto the lock at her wrists, taking out all of
the slack, and clicking the lock closed. That left me with one lock
left, and I looked for a place to put it.
"Mmmm. MMMM!"
If Samantha tried to bring her feet down, the ankle chain would pull
her hands down and the wrist chain would pull the bit tighter into her
mouth. She rolled from her stomach to her side, then over onto her
back, laying on her feet and hands. Like that, her feet were pressed
tighter to her bum giving her a little more slack, but her head was
pushed up causing the bit to get pulled tighter into her mouth.
"OAAAGGGH!"
She rolled back over, onto her chest. She began to fight the chains
with the rubber bit clamped tight between her teeth. She crossed her
ankles and spread her thighs apart. Her labia rings twinkled in the
feeble candle light, and I'd found the place for the fourth lock.
"Hold still Samantha.." I said in a commanding voice.
I put my hand on her ankles and pressed her feet to her bum, giving
her slight comfort. The lock was big, her rings small. Carefully I
slid the shackle through them both, gently I pressed the lock closed,
then I lay the body of it against her flesh, and let it go.
Samantha lifted her hips up a little, letting her pussy lips take the
full weight of the lock.
"Mmmmm."
I didn't like the way her most delicate flesh looked, stretched by the
heavy lock, but she didn't seem too troubled by it. She lowered
her pussy down to let the lock rest on the blanket, then lifted
herself up again, letting the rough body of it slide slowly across her
clit, letting it's weight pull on her labia. She closed her thighs
tightly together, trapping the lock between them, pressing it's bulk
hard to her. Her strict bondage and the gag wedged deep within her
mouth now suddenly seemed more easy for her to endure.
Sam began to slowly roll her thighs together, shifting around the big
lock pressed against her pussy. She opened her legs a bit to let it
drop down on the blanket, then slowly humped her hips up and down
as the lock rubbed against her. All the time her hands and her feet
were twisting within the taut chains that were pulling on the bit gag
in her mouth. She'd lift her head up, push on the gag with her tongue
to get it seated between her teeth, then clamp her mouth down on it
and ride the lock some more.
I sat cross legged on the floor of the tent, just watching her
struggle, touching her at times, feeling wonderment at this beautiful
beast in her valiant fight to bring herself off. It didn't really take
long at all before she was thrashing wildly, her thighs clamped tight
together trapping the heavy lock to her, cumming like there'd be no
tomorrow. I lent a hand, guiding her motions, ready to catch the lock
if she let it loose, not wanting her to hurt herself, which would be
quite easy for her to do with the way she was so tightly bound.
I slipped a hand under her and felt the juices pouring out of her,
feeling the hard lock poking out from between her clenched thighs,
vibrating almost, with the power of her cum. She was locked tight in
the depths of an endless orgasm, shaking and writhing in the chains,
screaming loud around the bit. Finally, I could feel the force that
gripped her loosen slightly, her shaking slowed, the tension in her
chains decreased, and she began to sink down, exhausted, onto our bed.
I pressed down on her feet to give her some relief from the pull on
her mouth. I had the keys handy and I tried first one, then the next,
getting the right one on the third try. I opened the lock at her
wrists to let her lower her legs.
When Sam at last returned to the land of the living, I had her open
her legs and I took the lock off her rings. After finding the right
key I held the lock closed so it wouldn't pop open and smack her, then
I turned the key while slowly letting the shackle spring open.
"Nnunnss."
"Was that nice Sam?" I asked. "Did you like that?"
"Mmmm."
I had her roll over onto her side and I got in behind her. By stroking
her breasts and nuzzling her neck around the chain, it didn't take
very long before she was ready to go again. I slipped my cock up into
her. Sam had pretty well worn herself out before, but she did manage a
weak orgasm when I came, jerking her hands down, trying to grab me,
yanking the bit tighter into her mouth each time. After we'd finished
I opened the lock on the gag, releasing her hands along with it. I
leaned over and blew out the candle and we slept for a while. Sam's
hands were free, but her wrist chain still held them behind her back.
At some point in the night I woke needing to pee. Sam followed me out
into the chilly night air, she knelt just outside the tent with her
feet out behind her and relieved herself, then duck walked, or duck
shuffled was more like it, back to bed. She got her hands back in
front of her, I zipped up the tent and the bag, piled blankets over
us, then slept like a rock till morning.
The first thing I did the next morning was make a big fire. It was
bloody cold. I went over the map with Sam during breakfast.
"We'll get out of here, but make camp not much further along." I said.
"I don't know how hard it's going to be getting the stuff up that
hill, the trail looked pretty bad yesterday. Might take a while."
"O.K."
I looked at her. She looked glum.. We'd piled on all of our clothes and
Sam had a blanket wrapped around her as well.
"What's wrong Sam. You don't look very happy."
"I'm O.K. Just a little sad that we're leaving."
"We can do this again next year if you want."
Her mood brightened a bit at that, whether it was from thinking about
another trip, or hearing me say we'd still be together next year, I
was unsure. I knew, however, that I would never part from my lovely
Samantha.
We got going, eventually. After taking the tent and tarp down we
packed everything into the canoe. I poked through the fire pit taking
out the bits of foil and metal tops from frozen juice tubes that
didn't burn. I went around the campsite removing all traces of our
stay, leaving the place as pristine as we'd found it. I stashed the
bag of garbage into the boat and we were off.
The slope wasn't as bad after having a day to dry out. Not as
slippery, at least. The rope I'd left there made it easier for Sam to
climb up, then I tied the canoe on and she pulled while I pushed. We
got it over the fallen tree, with the higher one that leaned over the
trail I had to use my saw, to cut a few branches off underneath, to
make a tunnel we could slide the boat through. I bundled a lot of our
gear in a tarp and we hauled that up, then I made another trip for the
last few items.
Down the other side and to the river, we paused to wash off the muck
from our legs and load up the boat. Sam got in and I pushed it out,
then climbed in. From the little bay I steered north and west, away
from Shangri-la. The river seemed higher, the current stronger, but we
were travelling with it so it worked to our advantage. Sam didn't have
to paddle, I only had to steer the boat, laying in a couple strokes
every now and then as we floated along between the high hills. I
played out my thick rope into the water to wash the mud off it.
In a couple of spots tall trees had fallen into the river, blown over
in the storm. One blocked the way so we had to get out to negotiate
the boat around it. Around mid afternoon we reached the long narrow
lake we'd camped at on the way in and I called a halt.
"If we camp here we can camp again after the long portage, like we
did on the way in." I told Sam. "I'm not in a big hurry to get back,
are you?"
"No. That sounds good."
I got a fire going while Sam put together a pot of noodles and water
for lunch. She made the macaroni and cheese while I set up the tent.
We mixed up some dough to make pan fried hotcakes, having a few with
jam later on.
"How long have we been out here anyway?" I asked.
We counted it up. Our six day trip had somehow stretched into nine
days now and we still had a ways to go.
"God Sam," I exclaimed, "you've had those chains on for nine days now?
Are you alright?"
"God Jim," she said mockingly, "I've never felt better."
"You must be sore, not being able to stretch out properly."
"I am a little. But I'm not complaining." She quickly added, not
wanting to get the gag.
I laughed. I wasn't going to gag her. I was interested in hearing how
she felt, and I asked her to tell me.
"I've always wondered how it would be," she said, "to be chained up
for a long time like a prisoner in a dungeon or something. I'd
fanaticized about it, thought about what it would be like. But this,"
she shook her hands, making her chain tinkle, "this trip, it's all
been so nice, really fantastic. We had a good time and you've been so
kind to me.
"When you'd make me walk through the woods carrying stuff I'd imagine
that there'd be someone behind me with a whip, whipping me to make me
walk faster. Even in the boat today, all I could think about is how I
was chained up in a boat and being taken someplace, somewhere where
something bad was going to happen to me."
"Those are dark thoughts Sam. You know I'd never let anything bad
happen to you."
"I know you wouldn't," she added, "and I don't really want to have
something like that happen. On the last trip you whipped me every day.
Each time was better than the last one. It was wonderful, Jim. This
time you only spanked me a bit that one time. I know you said you
didn't want to do it, that you don't think it's right. I'll understand
if you don't want to, but, could you? Before we leave here?"
"Beat you with a stick?" I asked.
Sam smiled. "Or with your belt."
"It's not that I don't want to, Sam. I told you I didn't think it was
right, but it's not that I don't like doing it to you. Watching you,
on the last trip, I had no doubt that you enjoyed it, and even when I
spanked you the other day, I saw how turned on you got. It's when I'm
doing that, whipping you, it's hard for me to know when to stop. It's
difficult to keep myself under control. I'm afraid that I'll go too
far and really hurt you."
"I trust you Jim, you know that. You told me that I've put my life in
your hands out here. That first time, in your basement when you
whipped me? You said you'd only give me as much as I could take. That
made me feel safe so I could not worry so much and just enjoy it. Last
night when you chained me up so tight, with the gag and everything, It
was awesome. Every time I moved it hurt, all over. But, you know, when
I was cumming? All I could think about was if. . . ."
"Go on." I coaxed
"If you'd been whipping me too."
I sat for a while, digesting what Samantha had told me just now. She
looked anxious, as if she had talked too much, had perhaps pushed me
too far.
Finally, I spoke. "Sam, I'd hoped that the bondage alone would have
been enough for you on this trip."
"It has Jim. I've really liked being chained up for all this time."
I went on. "I enjoy giving you pleasure, more than you know. Seeing
you like that, all hot and bothered, and knowing it was my doing that
got you that way, it's great. You're one of those types that can turn
pain into pleasure. You need it, and it's something you'll have to be
careful about. Pain slut is a term I've heard, pain junkie is
another. It's the endorphins that the body releases when under attack
or in pain. It can get to be like a drug that you find you can't live
without. Drugs can destroy someone's life, but drugs can be taken in
moderation too, and if you can live with keeping it under control and
not letting it control you, then we can come to some kind of
arrangement. I'll give you your pain Sam, all that you can handle.
But I won't let it ruin you. You can have what I give, but you have to
trust that I'll know when you need it and when to give it."
Sam thought for a moment. "I love you master." She said.
"This might be our last night with no people around." I said. "Do you
want to make it special?"
Sam asked me if I had something in mind. Oh I had an idea alright.
"It's going to involve you hanging upside down from a tree." I said.
I set Sam busy with fixing supper while I scouted a location for the
scene I had in mind. A little ways into the bush I came across a
clearing of sorts and the ruin of an old building of some kind. Just a
few logs left, an old cabin it could have been. It was in a low valley
so we'd be hidden from view of the lake and the area was pretty clear
except for one tall tree, a thick branch sticking out about twenty
feet up. Just when you need something it falls in your lap. Isn't life
grand?
There was a swampy area with a small stream a little further back in
the woods. I scraped clean an area for a fire near to the tree. I knew
you're not suppose to make fires except in a firepit in a campsite,
but this was an emergency. The park rangers would understand, I
thought as I worked. I gathered up dead wood from around, then I went
back to our camp site for supper. While we ate I filled Sam in on the
details of the plan.
"There's a place not far from here." I said. "We'll go after dark. It
might get cold tonight but I'll make a fire to keep me warm. You'll be
hanging from a tree by one foot."
"Won't that hurt?" Sam asked.
I gave her "the look".
"Oh."
"I'll make this good for you Sam. I plan to have fun too. I won't be
hitting you too hard, but I think it's going to be a long session."
I'd seen that image on the net someplace, maybe in one of those
Japanese rope bondage sites. A girl hanging from one foot, a rope tied
around her ankle. I was trying to think if the rope hung on the inside
or the outside of the foot. A foot can turn inwards, but not the other
way. I went to Sam who was doing the dishes down by the lake. I had
her sit and I took her foot in my hands, feeling around her ankle and
twisting her foot. I used her chain, putting it on one side, then the
other, pulling on it a bit.
"The outside." I said.
"What?"
"Oh nothing." I said. "Just checking."
We sat around the fire after supper, Sam's anticipation, and mine,
growing. The air wasn't getting as cold as it had the past few days.
Another sigh that the gods of bdsm were looking down upon us. Finally,
when it started to get dark I stood up, then began to gather up the
things I'd need.
I had Sam wear only her thicker poncho, no shoes, no skirt. Her hair I
brushed out, and left loose down her back. I made her carry the coil
of thick rope. There was still enough light that she could see the
path ahead so she didn't step on any sharp rocks or sticks along the
way. Over the hill and down into the valley, Sam gasped when she saw
the tree, the only thing in the little clearing. I took the rope from
her and shook it out, then tossed the end up over the branch.
I tied the end to her wrist chain, then hoisted her arms up over her
head. I walked the other end around the tree trunk a few times and
tied it off. Then I got busy starting the fire. I sat with my back to
her while waiting for the flames to catch and I thought about what was
about to occur. Finally I got up and went to her. I could see in her
eyes she was getting aroused, and I detected a little trepidation in
there as well.
"We're going to use a safe word this time Sam." I said to her. "You
know what that is?"
"I say a certain word and we stop." she replied.
"We'll pause." I told her. "We'll stop the scene and I'll ask you
what's wrong. If you want to change something and continue, I will. I
don't think your foot's going to get injured from this, but if you
feel it's getting torn off you tell me, O.k.? We've still got a lot of
walking to do tomorrow, or the day after. You might need to rest up
tomorrow."
"All right."
"The safe word is "Safeword". O.K.? If you need to use it I'd better
hear it."
"Yes sir."
"Good."
I untied the rope and lowered her hands. I untied it from her chain
and told her to take off her poncho, then I tied her wrist chain back
on and hoisted her hands up, higher this time, stretching her until
she was up on her toes. Then I tied her off. While there was still a
bit of light remaining I left her there while I went off into the bush
to find some sticks.
It didn't take me too long to find three nice sticks, each a bit
thicker then the other. I set them at the base of the tree, then went
over and tossed some more wood on the fire. Before it got totally dark
I took a coffee cup and went to the swampy area behind us. There, I
scooped up some of the black, mucky clay, putting it into the cup and
returning to the tree once more.
All that was needed, I thought, was some eerie music, a group of
Druids chanting or something. A scene from the T.V. show Zena came to
mind, an Amazon ritual of some kind. I took my shirt off, kicked off
my shoes. Put more wood on the fire and stood, swaying slightly as it
caught and blazed, hearing the unheard rhythms of something primitive.
I didn't look at Samantha, but she was probably staring at me as
though I'd lost my mind or something.
The sounds of the crackling fire in the still night air would do. I
bent low to snatch the coffee cup of slime and with three bold steps I
stood before her looking deep into her eyes. Slowly, I scooped up two
fingers of muck, then drew them across my bare chest, making a line. I
painted another line of goo across my forehead and two vertical ones
down my cheeks. My eyes never left hers.
Two more fingers of the black, sticky clay and I made a line from
Sam's left shoulder, down the inside of her breast, and down to her
navel. Another scoop, and down her other side making a curved vee
shape. I daubed some muck over each of her nipples, then set the cup
down by the base of the tree.
"Master?"
"Quiet!" I said. "The captive shall not speak."
I picked up the thickest stick. I'd snapped it off a dead tree and it
was dry, no give to it at all. I had no intentions in hitting her hard
with it, there'd be only a deep pain and much bruising if I did.
Sam's eyes grew wide as I approached her with it and I put it around
her in the small of her back, grabbed the other end, and used it to
draw her body tightly against mine. I pressed my mouth hard to hers,
forced my tongue past her teeth, and kissed her passionately.
I used the thick stick to run up and down her body, hitting her
lightly in places, poking her with it as if I was tormenting a beast
of some kind. Sam's emotions cycled between arousal, fear, and
annoyance when I'd stop and let the stick lay against her skin,
pressing it into her flesh, letting her feel it's presence. I'd pause
like that for long minutes with my eyes closed, listening to the beat
of the log drums in my mind.
I was unsure of the time. I opened my eyes and looked up. The crescent
of the new moon was rising over the swamp behind us. I moved to the
base of the tree, set the stick down, and untied Sam's rope. Her hands
dropped and she stumbled a bit, caught unawares by the sudden change
in her stance. I moved to her, guided her down to lay on the ground,
her bum beneath the branch. I untied the rope from her chain, then
tied it around her foot using a French bow line knot.
This is a normal bow line knot, sometimes called a rescue knot, but
the rope goes around the load three times, lending more of the rope's
surface to spread the strain over more of her ankle. I placed the rope
around her right ankle and fed the end through the twist. I wrapped
three turns around her ankle and through the twist, then around behind
and down through the twist, adjusted the loops, and pulled the knot up
tight. I positioned the knot along the outside of her foot.
I raised her foot up and with her short hobble chain her other foot
had to follow. I pulled the slack, then walked the rope around the
trunk of the tree. The bark was rough on this tree so I got enough
friction to hold her weight with one turn. Hooking my arm around her
leg I raised her up and pulled the rope. As before, I got Sam up off
the ground, lifting her and pulling up the slack in the rope, keeping
tension on it while I reached to get an arm around her again. I raised
her up until her lovely long hair was free of the ground. Then,
keeping the rope tight, I walked it around the tree a few more times
until I reached the end and slid it under a turn to tie it off. I
turned to look.
Samantha was hanging from the thick branch by one foot. Her other leg
was bent slightly, the foot tethered to the higher one by her ankle
chain. Her body made a slow revolution as the rope settled with her
weight, stretching a bit, the strands untwisting a little. Just enough
to turn her around once and let me get the full effect. I was drawn to
her. I had to lay hands on that deliciously erotic vision before me.
I stepped up to her to gently, reverently touch her thigh. I felt the
muscles in her leg quivering with the strain. I ran my hand up to her
knee, her calf, stretched tight. Her other leg hanging from the chain
felt soft, loose. Her thighs were parted slightly and in the firelight
I could see her pussy lips, the shiny rings, her obvious arousal.
I'd told myself that I'd push this thing straight through, and a big
part of me wanted to take up the switch and begin. But I felt such
empathy for my pretty captive creature, plus, I just wanted to know. I
got down on my knees and faced her. I looked into her eyes and spoke.
Quietly, I asked. "Are you all right Sam?"
Sam's face was very red with the blood pooling in her head. I was
having the opposite problem, but never mind.
"May the captive speak?" she asked.
I chuckled softly. "Yes. Tell me how you feel."
"It's not as bad as I thought it would be, Sir. I feel the pull on my
foot, but it's not hurting me."
"That's good, yes?"
"Yes. Sir? It's hard to think with the blood pounding in my head."
"Is that bad?"
"I. . . . No."
"Good."
She was deep into that special place that only a submissive person
knows, or can truly understand. Softly, I touched her lips with my
finger. My eyes were drawn to the lines of mud I'd painted on her
chest earlier. As I stood up I followed them. A big arrow pointing
upwards, to her center. I placed a finger there, between her thighs,
between the lips of her pussy. I rubbed her a little there, feeling
her heat and her wetness. I felt Sam's hands touch my knees, then her
fingers started to work their way up my legs. I should have locked her
hands behind her, I thought to myself. But then they'd just be in the
way later. She reached for the zipper of my shorts and I stepped back
away from her.
"The captive shall not touch!" I said loudly.
Sam's hands dropped and she brought her foot up to close her legs. Her
chains tinkled as she moved. She'd been taken aback by my sharp
command, and she was unsure as to what was happening or what she'd
done to incur my wrath. I stood waiting. Her foot lowered to the
chain's limit after a few moments and I gazed hungrily at her open
slit once more.
Stepping behind her I pushed my face between those lovely thighs and
touched my tongue to her clit, inhaling her heady musk. Sam's thighs
trembled as I slowly drew my tongue through her slit, tasting her
sweat, mixed with the bitter sweet tang of her heat. I placed my hands
on her thighs, pressing to open her wider, then I feasted on her
delicious center. Hooking my tongue through a ring I pulled it into
my mouth, stretching the skin, then nibbling on her chewy lip. I did
the same to the other one, biting down as hard as I dared on that soft
flap of skin, hearing only a low growl of lust from Samantha.
Except for that initial, brief contact, I avoided her clit. This scene
was not about getting her off. Well, it was, but not in any
traditional sense. I'd be pushing limits this night, my own. Of what
Samantha's limits were, I still had no real clue.
I licked her pussy furiously, drawing the lips into my mouth and
flicking my tongue across the slippery inner surfaces, pushing in as
deep as I could go. Then, broad strokes of my tongue, lapping at her
from asshole to just short of her oh so sensitive clitty. She'd buck
her ass back, trying to gain that extra quarter inch, and I'd lift off
for a few seconds, driving her mad with frustration. When she was just
on the edge, just about to cum, I stepped back and away from her,
leaving her swinging slightly as she pressed her thighs together,
twisting and writhing in a futile effort to cum.
I waited as she came down, until her foot dropped, snapping the ankle
chain tight, and she hung still, breathing hard, moaning occasionally
with need. I went to the fire and threw on more wood. Then I took up a
stick, the thinnest one. I stood to her side, listening, to that
strange music, to the beat of the drums, in my head.
The drum beats reached a peak, and stopped. The logs in the fire
shifted, the wood popping once, twice, loudly, sending a column of
sparks high into the air. I swung the switch hard, striking Sam's ass
cheek square across, making her yelp in surprised pain. Without giving
her a chance to adjust to the shock, I swung again. And so it began.
This was a nice stick I'd found, good and springy, lots of snap to it.
Over and over I smacked her. Her motions set her swinging and twisting
on the rope, presenting me with new targets as I simply stood there
slashing out with the stick. I was barely even aware of where my blows
were landing. With her strung up like she was there was an ever
present number of juicy targets available for the switch to seek out.
I fell deep into my role as The Thrashing Machine, the giver of pain,
torturer of flesh. Sam had cum, I was vaguely aware, soon after I'd
begun. Her screams of passion loud in the still night air, a jet of
girl cum arcing from her pussy, dribbling down her body. The wood in
the fire popped again, sparks shooting high, my arm swinging in an
easy rhythm, painting red coloured lines across her beautiful skin.
Back and forth, upwards, downwards. I worked the stick over her.
There was something we'd talked about, I was thinking. A safeword. Was
that it I was hearing? No. Sam was moaning gibberish punctuated by
loud shrieks as another massive orgasm ripped through her. She kicked
out with her free foot, snapping the hobble chain tight, the steel
links ringing sweetly. I reached up and slashed down, the spring of
the wood following the arch of her sole, contacting the bottom of her
left foot in a stinging line of exquisite fire. Again I slashed her
there, following her foot upwards as her leg spasmed and straightened.
I stretched to smack her other foot, the one caught by the rope, and
she shook, kicking out hard to the extent of her chain, cumming hard
again.
It continued without pause, my slashing at her writhing form hanging
by one foot from a tree. My lovely Samantha, her body, her legs, even
on her arms, criss crossed with nasty looking stripes. With the dim
firelight I would not know the true extent of the damage till
morning's light. And so, somewhat oblivious to what I was really
doing, seeing and hearing only the fire in Samantha reaching heights
ever higher, us both playing our appointed roles to the hilt, it
continued.
I felt and I heard the fibres of the stick in my hand begin to let go.
I stopped and felt along it's length. There was a soft spot near the
middle where the wood had split open. Walking in a trance like state
to the base of the tree I paused.
The fire had burnt down to embers with just a few feeble licks of
flame left, flickering pitifully. I turned to Samantha, saw her
hanging there, and heard her sobbing softly. Her breath hitched in her
chest as she moaned, trembling, and her body reacted to the hurting in
the only way it knew how, by pushing another tiny cum through her
exhausted body.
I took up the flashlight to shine it upon her. The sight that greeted
me shocked me to my very core.
"Oh my God." I mumbled softly. "What have I done."
Her skin had small cuts in several places, tiny spots that had leaked
a few drops of blood. She was crossed with bright red lines
everywhere. She hung lifelessly now as I played the light over her and
I began to grasp the real extent of what I'd done to her.
But as I bent down to see her face, holding the light between us, her
eyes flickered open and she looked at me. Her eyes held the spark of
the universe in them, bright, happy, ever so alive.
"M. . . Master?"
"Yes little one?" I managed.
Her body trembled and she smiled as a little aftershock shook her.
"Master. Safeword."
I'd brought a soft blanket which I spread out under her. I got the
rope untied and slowly, carefully, I lowered her down. It was as I was
untying the rope from her ankle that she lifted her head, wincing in
pain as she did so, and spoke to me.
Her low, husky voice, strong and steady. "It's so beautiful Master.
Thank you. Thank you."
"Sam you look a mess." I told her. "I think we've gone too far here."
"Oh no, Sir. You were wonderful. It's all absolutely perfect."
"We'll see how you feel in the morning." I said. "Let's go."
I gently bundled her up in the soft cotton blanket and, leaving
everything except the flashlight, I carried her back to camp. There, I
set Sam down near the water. I had the fire prepared and I lit it,
then got a washcloth from inside the tent. Sam was sitting up when I
returned and I wet the cloth in the cool lake water, then began to
carefully clean the dried mud, sweat, and blood from her.
After I'd cleaned her up and examined her more closely I saw that the
places she was cut weren't quite as bad as I'd first thought. It
wasn't good, but at least I felt there'd be no real permanent damage.
Sam was wide awake as I cleaned her, touching me gently, lovingly, her
eyes dancing, bright with life.
I felt around her ankle where she'd been strung up and she groaned
softly. I pressed my fingers in a bit and she groaned louder. I'd hurt
her there and I could feel a bit of swelling beginning. Dipping the
cloth in the cool water I lay it on her ankle, under the chain. I
daubed some antibiotic cream on her injuries, rubbed her everywhere
else with the skin lotion I had while she drank a glass of juice I'd
given her.
I moved her closer to the water and had her sit so she could soak her
foot in it's coolness. A little later on we were sitting around the
fire, bundled in blankets, talking.
"Are you feeling better Sam?" I asked her.
"I've never felt better. That was really nice Jim. Thanks."
"You must be sore."
Sam giggled. "Everywhere. That's what's so nice about it, everything
hurts as much as everywhere else. You're really good at it Sir."
"Hrump." I grunted. "We'll see how it looks in the light of day."
"Sir?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you."
"You're welcome Sam. Samantha?"
"Yes sir?"
"I love you."
"I love you." she answered.
It must have been the middle of the night when I carried Sam into the
tent and put her to bed. I gave her another gentle rubdown with the
skin lotion and it seemed to help ease some of her pain. Her ankle
that she'd been hanging from had swollen up a bit more and I kept a
close eye on it throughout the night. If it swelled too much her chain
would tighten up on her and strangle her foot. I had the hacksaw blade
in the tent pole in case I had to cut her chain off, but I was hopeful
that it wouldn't come to that. I soaked the washcloth in cool water
again and wrapped it around her ankle.
I slept on and off throughout that night, laying beside my sweet girl,
my poor tortured little creature, or sitting alone out by the fire,
wondering how things had gone as far as they did in the clearing
behind us. I ran the scene through my mind, watched myself grow ever
more callous in my actions towards her.
I'd given her an out, the safeword. But it hadn't been until the end,
until after, and she must have realized that I was stopping the scene,
that she'd said it. She, I began to realise, had given me the out, had
permitted me to stop.
Could she have taken more? Was she left wanting more? Had I unleashed
a monster within that beautiful girl that has become more precious
than life to me?
The chirps of birds signaled the end of night and I noticed a faint
glow in the eastern sky. I went to her. Feeling around her ankle, my
cold hands waking her. She stared lovingly into my eyes.
"Morning gorgeous." I said.
Sam winced as she shifted to a sore spot, or a spot more sore.. I felt
her ankle had swollen bigger, the chain around it snug, but not yet
dangerously tight. My hands infused coolness into her injured foot as
she warmed me.
"What time is it?" She asked me.
"Dawn." I said. "Early. Go back to sleep."
"Need to pee." She stated.
I helped her up and out of the tent. I supported her as she squatted
outside and relieved herself. I helped her to her feet and she tested
her ankle a bit. It didn't seem like there was anything too seriously
wrong with it, certainly not broken. Slightly sprained perhaps. I held
her as she hobbled down to the water to soak her foot in the cold
water.
Now, with the brighter light, I could better see the pains I'd caused
her. Two of the spots where I'd cut her skin had bled a little more
during the night, and I fetched the antibiotic cream, some tissues and
a roll of tape. I bandaged Sam in four or five spots before I was
satisfied, She, watching me, looked upon me with such love and
devotion that I had to pause and kiss her tenderly.
"It's all right master." she said in response to the worried look I
had.
"I know Sam." I said.
I didn't like to see her all marked up like that. But she had wanted
me to do it, and there'd been no doubt she'd derived great pleasure
from the session. Who was I to deny her that?
I made her a glass of juice and gave her a couple of aspirins while
she soaked her foot in the lake. Later on I carried her back to bed,
laying down beside her, feeling her, feeling the rough welts upon her
precious skin. Sam slept, as did I, after a while.
Hunger woke me at some point and I carefully got up so as not to wake
Samantha. I pulled on some clothes and went out to make some coffee.
Finding only one cup, I remembered having left things back at the tree
in the clearing behind, so I went to get them. Over the hill and at
the top I paused, staring long at the tree I'd hung Sam from, the
thick rope still looped over the branch. I slowly walked towards it.
The campfire, a ring of ashes left. Trampled down grasses and plants.
The place had a feel to it now, you could sense something evil
happened there. I pulled on the rope to bring it down and coiled it
up. Sam's poncho, thrown carelessly aside. My shirt. I used a branch
to scatter the ashes of the fire, attempting to erase the evidence of
that scene last night, trying to diffuse the thoughts running through
my mind. I gathered up the things I'd left and returned to camp.
Sam must have heard me bustling around. While I made the coffee I
heard her chains jingling. A minute later I saw her come out of the
tent. She smiled when she saw me, then wandered off to the toilet. I
watched her hobble back and come to me, then she placed her hand on my
arm.
"Sam," I began, "I'm sorry for. . . ."
She raised her hand, placed a finger on my lips. "Please Master." she
said. "no more."
"But."
"No." she said. "Yesterday I asked you to do something for me. You did
it and made it the most beautiful thing. Better than I ever imagined
it could be."
"I."
"Yes you," She interrupted, "and me. You did to me what I wanted you to
do. Yes I'm sore now. My foot hurts, hell, I hurt all over. But the
pain will go away, the marks will disappear over time. But the memory
of what happened, the way it made me feel, inside, it's something
that's burned into my soul forever. We might never do that again. I
hope that I get the chance to feel those feelings again some time, but
if not, I still have the memory of last night within me. I'll carry
those memories with me until the end of time.
"This week, this trip, it's been the most fantastic week of my life
Jim. Everything has worked out so well. I don't want to see you
feeling bad about last night, I want you to share in the happiness and
the peace that I'm feeling. Please?"
Sam let the blanket she was wearing slip from her shoulders and fall
to the ground. She knelt down naked upon it. Knees spread apart, hands
on her thighs, her chain hanging in front of her pussy. I managed to
crack a smile.
"You've got band-aids stuck all over you." I said.
I handed her my coffee and knelt beside her. I began to peel the
makeshift bandages off her. I was starting to see her, the markings on
her skin, in a different light now. Not as marks of shame, for she
felt no shame in displaying herself to me. More as badges of honour, I
began to realise. That she would honour me so as to submit herself to
my lash, and that she could be so at peace with both me and herself at
the conclusion, made her markings something very special. She would
heal in time. A couple weeks perhaps, and all traces of it would be
gone. But our time in the clearing last night would be a shared
experience that would bind us both together for a long time to come.
After I'd got all the tape off her I rolled it into a ball and tossed
it at the fire.
"You're right Sam." I said to her. "I have to tell you that I did
enjoy our time last night. I guess I was just feeling a little guilty
at perhaps taking so much pleasure at your expense." I took her hands
in mine. "Seeing you hanging like that in the tree, you looked so
beautiful, so vulnerable. Men have been conditioned for centuries not
to do things like that to a woman. Anyone seeing you chained up like
this, they'd think "Oh look at the poor girl chained like an animal,
we must save her from an evil fate".
"It doesn't matter that we're a happy couple, it's "Bad". Anyone
witnessing that scene last night, they'd call the SWAT team down on my
head. "Kill the monster" they'd shout, jab me with their pitch forks,
drive me into the swamp."
That got her laughing.
"You see?" I asked. "How can I think it's O.K. to hang you upside down
and whip you with a stick in the face of criticism like that."
"Master?"
I smiled. "Yes?"
"I'm hungry."
The sun was high, it must have been noon. I got some clothes for Sam
and then looked through the food box. Finding a freeze dried beef stew
I dumped it into a pot of water and then mixed up some biscuit mix.
Sam cooked the hot cakes in the frying pan over the fire since we'd
run out of fuel for the camp stove. When the stew was heated we ate.
The swelling in Sam's ankle had gone down somewhat, the chain around
it was a little looser than before. Around mid afternoon when the sun
was warmest we took a wash in the lake, then dried off and went to
bed. I lay on my back, Sam climbed on top, her knees around my ears
and her feet up above my head. She slid herself down an inch or two,
pressing herself to my face as she took me into her mouth.
Her legs looked like those of a zebra, red and pink though, rather
than black and white. I marveled at the evenness of where I'd placed
the marks. I could remember not even looking, just doing it by feel,
almost a sixth sense taking over as to where to hit her next.
Marvelous, it was truly wonderful.
Samantha kept squirming around on top of me, trying to gain a more
comfortable position. She'd shift herself this way and that, but she
had whip marks all over her and after a while she quit moving around
to just concentrate on the task at hand.
I was busy too, licking that delicious pussy of hers. She'd take my
cock deep and grind herself against my mouth, shuddering as a little
ripple of pleasure flowed through her. Then she started working my
cock with a purpose, ready to bring me off.
Sam's cunt was wet but she'd not yet cum. Was she in pain I wondered.
Pain wouldn't stop her from cumming, I knew that. She was holding
back, waiting for the master to cum first. Eagerly I attacked her
pussy with my mouth, sucking her clit in and swirling my tongue
around it. I was close now. I was bucking my hips up in time with her,
pushing myself deeper down her throat.
It began as a tingling in my four corners, my fingers and toes. It
gathered steam, then came together in a great rush, blasting into that
sweet creature on top of me. I came, followed a heartbeat later by
Samantha. Her cunt seemed to open up, threatening to swallow me, and
she writhed upon me as I pushed my tongue deep into her, her nectar
flowing down my throat as mine pulsed into hers.
Sam rolled off me after a while and we lay there, coming down from the
rush. Her feet were near to my head and I took them into my hands,
softly stroking them with my fingers. I looked at the bottoms, two red
lines on one, one on the other. I traced the marks with a fingertip.
Sam's toes curled around my finger and she smiled at me.
"You're beautiful Samantha." I said.
"Thank you master."
That evening I dug some worms from under leaves in the woods, tied
some fishing line to a hook and a stick, then took the boat out and
caught a lovely bass. I cooked the cut up fish in water with instant
potato flakes, powdered milk, and half a nasty looking onion I'd found
wrapped in foil in the food box. The fish chowder turned out not half
bad.
We listened to a far away baseball game on the radio that night while
sitting by the fire. Sam wasn't hobbling as much now. She was still
hobbled by her ankle chain, but her foot wasn't as sore, she wasn't
limping like before.
"You feeling O.K.?" I asked.
"Better." she answered. "My ankle is better now. Still sore everywhere
else though."
"We've got that long hike tomorrow," I told her, "feel up to it?"
"Don't worry, I'll make it."
"I have a saw blade that can cut metal." I told her. "I could get your
ankle chain off you, if you want."
Sam looked at me in surprise. "You have something here to get my
chains off? I thought the idea was that I'd be stuck like this for the
whole trip."
"If you fell and broke something, you saw how your ankle swelled up. I
wanted to be sure I could take care of you. That's all."
"Oh. You're right Jim. I see now. Always be prepared, is that how it
goes?"
"Someone as precious as you, yes."
"No." Sam said. "I started out with these chains on and that's how
I'll leave here. And Jim, thanks for being prepared."
Next morning we had a quick breakfast of oatmeal, then packed up and
left. We paddled the long lake to the mouth of the river leading to
the portage. When we came to the beaver dams we found that the storm
runoff had taken out sections of the first two making a space that the
canoe could pass through with little problem. On the third dam the
boat got hung up, but by pushing with both paddles I got us over it.
We only had to get out into the water to haul the canoe over the last
one.
Along the little stream and we found the start of the long portage.
Sam made two trips half way, down hill this time so it wasn't too bad.
I thought we'd get to the main trail and stop, letting her rest while
I went to get the remaining things. When the gear was together we did
the other half along the wider main part.
There really wasn't anything quick to eat so we skipped lunch and
pressed on. It was around mid afternoon when we reached the lake and
made camp on the little island we'd stopped at on the way in. I got a
fire going for Sam to make macaroni and cheese and hotcakes while I
set up the tent. Clouds had rolled in during the afternoon and now the
sky was covered with them, dark rain clouds. It wasn't hot and muggy
so I doubted that we'd get lightning. The small island would give
little shelter during an electrical storm since there were only a few
tall trees and they were all close around the campsite.
We finished eating, then stripped down and had a wash in the cold lake
water. Just as we were finishing up the rain came. I stuck the wet
towels under the canoe, then made a dash for the tent. As the rain
pounded down around us, we sat cuddled together looking out, warm and
dry in our little nest.
"Two more short hikes and we're out of here." I said. "Back to
civilization. Miss it?"
"A little." Sam said. "Miss having a good meal served to me in a nice
restaurant."
"Yesterday's fish soup wasn't bad." I stated.
"No salad, no pie and ice cream for dessert."
"No crunchy bread sticks either." I said. "Just those tasteless
biscuits."
Sam laughed and I hugged her close. The rain tapered off to a steady
drizzle and we made slow, gentle love for the first time since the
whipping. It was different now than before. Sam had such a calm peace
within her still, leftover from that supercharged experience hanging
in the tree. Even her manner of speaking was different. Calm, more
sure of herself. A serine contentment with herself, with me, and
everything around her.
I got on top, careful not to press down too much on her, and we
fucked, slowly and gently. Samantha didn't get all crazy like she
usually did. She took it, letting the feelings build up, savouring it
as one would a fine wine or a brandy. I watched her as it built to a
peak within her, then it overtook her. Almost a slow motion Samantha
cum it was, not the yelps and frenzied motions but a smooth transition
from girl, to something else. Something celestial, something that
transcended the here and now, passed beyond, to a more heavenly state
of being.
Her orgasm gripped her, but did not control her. Her cunt gripped me
tight, slowing my strokes, and she opened her eyes to me. They seemed,
not the pale blue as before, but a deeper, sparkling blue. She spoke.
"It's so beautiful." She said. "Cum with me master."
There was little else I could do. A power seemed to flow from her to
me and I came. A torrential cum that left me completely drained.
I'd rolled off her and onto my back. Sam was on her side, her hands on
my chest, stroking me lovingly. The rain had stopped, the sun was out.
Sunbeams slanting through the trees and shining into our little love
nest. All was right in the world.
Later on we sat by the fire, listening to tales of woe on the nightly
news reports, a world far removed from our quiet little island..
Next morning, our last one in the wilderness, we ate big bowels of hot
oatmeal, the last spoonfuls of jam giving it some semblance of
flavour, then packed up and hit the water. We came to the portage
around the marsh and loaded up with as much as we both could carry. I
was walking ahead when I spotted something out in the marsh. Perhaps
two hundred yards away, on a spit of land across the open water I saw
them. A momma bear with three young cubs.
Quietly I set down the packs I was carrying and signaled Sam to move
slowly. I pointed to the bears.
Samantha set down what she was carrying and moved to my side on the
open trail. Two cubs play-wrestled with each other while the momma and
one young one stripped leaves, or maybe tasty berries, off a low
bush. We were upwind of the marsh and moments later the mother caught
our scent. The big bear's head picked up and she sniffed the air, her
beady eyes scanned the shoreline, wary of danger.
Momma bear barked a low growl and the two youngsters stopped their
play to look at her. I took Sam's hand in mine. The big animal seemed
to stare right at us, but I didn't think bears could see far all that
well. It took perhaps a minute before the animal began to sense we'd
pose no danger to her young and she bent to finish stripping the bush,
keeping an eye on both Sam and I, and her young.
I whispered to Sam, "Come on, lets go."
We gathered up the packs and continued on along the trail. On the way
back for the boat we looked, and just caught sight of the four bears
heading back into the forest at the far side of the marsh. Managing to
carry the canoe and the rest of our gear inside it saved me having to
make a third trip back. The last portage went just as well and in the
early afternoon we rounded the bend in the big lake to catch sight of
the parking lot, my Jeep sitting forlornly in the shade at one side.
The boat grounded out on the sandy shore. My car keys were in my
clothes bag so I took it up first. I found them, opened the truck and
clicked the power locks. Samantha was at my side. I reached under the
passenger side seat to find the wrench and the screwdriver. I had Sam
sit down. I took her hands in mine, we looked into each others eyes.
No words were needed.
Sam's feet were dirty, one ankle bruised and still a bit swollen. Her
arms and legs had red marks on them, her hair was dirty and tangled.
She looked absolutely, radiantly beautiful. I was pleased with myself
for having pulled this trip off so successfully, and I felt such
fierce pride in my wonderful girl, for enduring so well all that she'd
been put through.
It took me a while to get the chains off her. I started with her
hands, fitting the wrench to the nut of the quick links with the
screwdriver through the link to hold it. The ones for her ankle chain
gave me more trouble since water and sand had got into the threads to
jamb them up. I sprayed a bit of penetrating oil on them and worked
the nuts back and forth a few times to free them up.
After being chained hand and foot for twelve days, Samantha was
finally free. She stepped out of the truck and stood in the deserted
parking lot, spread her arms wide, slowly, moving her muscles in a way
they hadn't moved for some time, and smiled a wide smile at me.
Samantha came to me and gave me a big hug. She stepped back to put a
foot up on the Jeep's fender and stretched her leg, hiking up her
skirt, flashing her bare pussy at me. Later on we got our stuff in the
truck, the canoe on top and tied down, and I drove up the park road to
the little town at the end.
Two grubby, bedraggled people entered the motel office, got a room for
the night, then took well needed, hot showers together. Two clean,
happy people left their room, walked down the hill to the bar and had
a delicious big meal. We stayed at the bar for most of the evening,
eating, drinking, basking in the afterglow of a very nice vacation.
I saw the park ranger come into the bar and I waived to him. He joined
us for a couple beers.
"I was getting worried about you two." He said. "Saw your Jeep still
at the end of the road this morning, wondered if you were O.K."
"The weather at the beginning was so nice we stayed longer than I'd
planned." I said.
He asked how we fared when the storm hit. Apparently there was quite a
bit of damage here in town and around the area. I told him that the
hills around the lake spared us the worst of the winds.
"That was a nice spot." Sam said.
"I go there myself sometimes." The ranger told us. "Out of the way,
peaceful, quiet."
He caught sight of Samantha's bruised up ankle. "You hurt your foot
honey?"
"Twisted it on a trail." Sam quickly said. "It's not too bad now."
I said, "We really had a nice time. Everything went well. Had to take
a day off on the way out to rest after my friend hurt her foot, but it
wasn't a big problem."
"Well I'm glad to hear that." He said. "Hope to see you again next
year."
The park ranger left us to join his regular drinking buddies. We
stayed a little longer, then left the bar to walk up the hill to the
motel. I watched some T.V. cuddled next to Sam on the bed, we were
asleep shortly after.
We ate huge breakfasts at the diner across the road next morning.
Eggs, bacon, sausage, home fries, toast and jam, lots of good coffee.
It was ten before we drove out of the town, on the road back home. I
stopped for gas and once more for lunch, we made it home in the late
afternoon. Samantha helped me unload the truck and I offered to do her
laundry. She took a handful of fish pellets out back to my fish pond,
saw her fish there, happy and well.
"Do you want to stay here tonight?" I asked her.
"Sure."
I ordered a pizza for dinner. We did a few loads of washing, got
things put away. Sam found the two chains that she'd worn for the
entire trip, and came to me with them.
"Master?"
"Sure Sam."
On Monday of the following week, I landed myself a new job after
twenty minutes of work. The local newspaper had an ad looking for
someone qualified in network database management. They'd recently
merged with another paper in a town nearby and needed to organise the
two offices into one. I updated my resume and printed it out. I took
it and my laptop to the office, then got an interview right away. I
managed to impress when I plugged my computer into a phone jack and
called up the hospital database I'd worked on, and still had access
to.
"These are patient records but we won't go there." I demonstrated.
"Here is the medical database where doctors can look up almost
anything, medicines, desease symptoms."
I made my pitch to the newspaper's manager and the editor. "Say
something happens and you'd like to know if it happened before. Or you
wanted the history on a building in town. I could set up the archive
editions as a database or we could subscribe to one of the big news
archives. A reporter at his desk could have access to information
world wide."
That evening I was told I'd got the job. Next day I met Samantha in
the city and took her out to dinner. Later on we celebrated back at
her apartment. We talked a little more about her moving in with me.
She had another five months on her lease, but with the tight rental
market her landlord would probably be more than happy to have her
leave so he could jack up the rent for someone else.
I was busy for the next few weeks with the new job and trying to get
back into the hustle and bustle of life on the outside of the quiet
wilderness. I'd see Sam in the city or she'd stay at my house for a
couple days. Three weeks after we'd come back from the trip she spent
the weekend at my place, her two chains on her the whole time. We had
a wonderful, relaxing weekend. Some great sex too.
In hindsight, I should have known. I can read a calender after all.
Samantha called me on Tuesday to come over to her place. She'd sounded
nervous, or worried about something. She sat with me on her couch and
spoke those three little words that have struck terror in men for
generations.
"Jim, I'm pregnant." she said.
[ End part 3/3, Chapter 3 "The Ad" ] dino@canoemail.com
A Note from Dino:
There will be a final chapter to this story. Jim and Samantha will
deal with this new turn of events. There'll be another scene with Sam,
the twins, and the "cage". That bit's just too delicious to leave
alone.
A big thanks from me to all of you who've wrote, telling how much
you've enjoyed this story. I'll try not to make the last chapter as
long as this one's been. <grin>
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