The Novitiate
Part 4
By
Indigo Marr
"Jen?"
"Yeah, P?"
"Do you remember where I keep the cuffs?"
"Oooo. Yes, I do."
"Get the ones for the bedposts while Kat and I escort this young lady
up to the bedroom."
The small master bedroom was dominated by an antique four-poster bed.
I knew from experience that the finely-turned maple posts were strong
enough to handle the struggles of a young lady such as Steph.
Jen came bouncing into the room with the four leather cuffs I had sent
her for as well as a 3-foot spreader bar. When I spocked at the
additional hardware, she giggled and smiled a dangerous smile.
"We've got to be sure she doesn't kick."
I stifled a snicker and reached for the cuffs. I turned to Steph.
"Your hand."
She slowly lifted her right hand to me. I wrapped the wide leather cuff
around her slender wrist and secured the buckle.
"The other." I repeated the process, making sure both were snug without
being too constricting. I then spun them so that the straps hung from
the inside of her wrist; once bound, this would cause a more natural
bend to her wrist and allow her the small comfort of grabbing her
restraints.
I looped the soft leather straps around the bed post, and back through
the keeper ring. I hooked a u-bolt through the grommets to lock the
straps in place, and snugged the keeper ring up to the post, letting
its spring clamp down on the straps.
Steph now stood bound to the foot of the bed, the lathed rail which
acted as the foot board pressing against her thighs, midway down from
her hips.
Kat had sat down on the bed, resting against the headboard and watching
the reactions on Steph's face.
"Jen, would you like to take care of her legs?" Sitting down next to
Kat, I laid my hand on her thigh and began to slowly stroke her
smoothly-muscled leg with light casual movements. Kat took in a deep
breath and, after slowly letting it out, laid her head against my
shoulder and smiled.
"What are you going to do with her, Porter--now that you have her all
tied up and at your mercy?"
"Do with her? Why, my dear Katherine, I'm not going to do a thing with
her."
"No?"
"No. I'm going to feed her to Jen and let your little nymph have her
way--as long as she doesn't let the slave come."
"You're evil, Porter. You know that, don't you?"
"So you keep telling me, love."
Jen's head popped up over the foot of the bed. "Did I hear you right?"
"Yes, my lovely," Kat replied. "You heard right--he's evil."
Jen skipped around and hopped onto the bed to my left and scooted up
close. For a corporate executive with a 140 IQ, Jen was amazingly
child-like at times. I've always assumed it's compensation for the
reserved mask she needs to wear so much of the time. Jen laid her head
on my shoulder in a mirror of Kat and curled up like a kitten at my
side,
"look at us all cozy together. It's like a picture by Norman Rockwell."
"I think you mean Robert Maplethorpe."
"Oh yeah. I keep getting those two confused."
"You know, Porter, I must say I'm very impressed. This young lady
hasn't said a word since we started all of this."
"Yes. I noticed. She's a natural."
Jen reached up and tugged on my ear. I turned to look at her and was
greeted by a cute little scowl.
"Are you two going to sit here and chat all day or are we going to
bang-bang like bunnies?"
"I don't know...do bunnies get into bondage and wild threesomes?"
With a giggle and a wild smile she pounced on top of me and started
tugging down my flannel pants.
"They would if I was involved!"
Laughing, I lifted my hips to let her slide the soft pants down my
legs.
"mmmmm. Yummy." Jen licked her lips in a comic exaggeration. "So...
you're the boss-man here, P. What're the rules?" she leaned down and
started playfully licking my cock, already hard from the morning's
play.
"Well, you've been very good this morning, helping me out with this
young lady, so I'm feeling a little generous towards you. I'm going to
let you have Miss Steph."
Jen's head popped up and her eye's grew wide. "Oooo!"
"There are, however, three rules: you may not hurt her, she must
remained bound," I looked up into Steph's eyes, "And no matter what,
she is not allowed to come."
"Oooo. You're mean.... I like that." Without even looking, I could
see Jen's smile.
She bounced up out of the bed and walked behind Steph wrapping her
slender arms around the bound girl, letting her nimble fingers dance
along the more curvaceous body of the teen.
Keeping my eyes on the pair, I ran my hand farther up Kat's thigh until
I could trace the neatly-trimmed triangle of hair above her damp pussy.
I briefly considered taking mg time, but reality quickly intruded into
my self-delusion and informed me of just how close to mm limits I was.
I pulled my hand from between Kat's thighs, lifted my arm over her head
and wrapped it around her back. I slipped my hand down to cup a full,
firm cheek. Kat tilted her head up with a smile.
"I was wondering when you'd get to that." She reached over to the small
night table, grabbing a small bottle of KY and handing it to me before
shifting her posture to take me into her mouth.
Dribbling a liberal amount of the slick liquid on my fingers, I slid
them down between her ass cheeks to play with the tight knot of her
asshole. Without much prelude, I pressed a slender finger into her ass,
sliding it deep and stroking the soft flesh within.
She knew my mood and worked strongly on my cock with her wide, sensual
mouth and skillful tongue. Her goal was obvious; get me off as fast as
possible so that I would be in a condition to last for the main event.
The feelings of her ass clenching around my finger and her mouth
sucking so expertly on my cock, combined with the play of the morning
caused me to come in her mouth in a matter of minutes. After swallowing
all I had to offer, she slowed down and took her time. She knew that it
would take time for me to recover, and was more than happy to take her
time until then.
With my finger still in Kat's ass, and her lips and fingers playfully
tracing patterns from my stomach to my thighs, I turned my attention
back to Steph, strapped securely to the foot of my bed; arms and legs
splayed and immobile.
Jen had slipped back around to the front, and sat facing my slave, legs
wrapped around the girl. The pixie-like woman had one hand tucked
between the captive girl's thighs, the other pressed between the girl's
ass cheeks--both hands most likely delving deep into the helpless girl-
-while her teeth and tongue ran from elegant neck to sensitive nipple,
slowly torturing the young girl with precision and grace.
I watched as Steph pulled against her bonds, her eyes wide and breath
shallow. I was extremely impressed with her self-control. She knew she
wasn't allowed to come and was doing all she could to prevent it. Or
almost all she could; she still retained the power to say 'no'. But she
wouldn't use it. I knew this instinctively; I didn't know the reason--
if it was out of a desire to please me, or a fear of failing her task.
I wasn't sure it mattered.
"mmmm.... P?"
"Yes, Jen?"
"You said anything, right? As long as she doesn't come?"
"Yes."
"mmmmmm."
With a few last lingering kisses to Steph's pert breasts, Jen slowly
pulled her hands from their explorations, leaned back on the bed--her
hands landing on either side of my ankles--and slowly pulled herself
off of my young slave. Steph's hips thrust forward twitchingly into the
empty air as she gasped deeply.
Tilting her head back--her hair tickling my knees--Jen looked at me
with a casual innocence.
"Would you be so kind as to hand me that extra pillow, P? Thank you
very much."
Laying the pillow on the rail of the footboard, the small woman spun
deftly around to face me. She leaned forward to stroke Kat's thick
blond curls, then, giggling girlishly, laid herself back with an
exaggerated flourish. When Steph saw Jen's head laying in front of her,
she lunged back as far as her bonds would allow her, and looked at me
pleadingly. She spoke her first words since her ordeal began.
"oh... Please. No... Sir... It'll be..."
"Enjoy yourself, Jen."
Jen reached out and drew Steph's hips towards her. Once again Steph
looked to me, a plea in her schoolgirl's eyes.
My reply was cold. "Remember the rule."
Whimpering, she nodded. "Yes, sir."
With a muffled giggle, Jen slipped her tongue along Steph's wet,
sensitive lips, causing the bound girl to spasm.
Having successfully teased me erect again, Kat sat up and kissed me
warmly and deeply. Her mouth quirked into an odd smile when she pulled
away and I knew she understood the game I was playing. I was sure Jen
did, too; there was no way that Steph could hold out against Jen's
skilled manipulations. The game was to see how long until she
succumbed, and how badly she punished herself for it.
Kat stretched her long body then, pushing my legs to the side, rolled
over onto all fours straddling her lover. Lowering herself to her
elbows and arching her back, she looked over her shoulder at me.
"I believe this is what you're wanting."
A growled purr built deep in my throat as I climbed to my knees behind
her and wrapped my hands around her hips. Kat's hand reached back and
laid the tip of my cock against the loosened knot of her ass. There was
no teasing, no slow build up. I pressed forward into her ass--still
slick from my earlier explorations--and easily, but slowly, slid fully
into her.
While it was Kat I was taking, it was Steph that held my attention. Her
young body writhed in passion, straining against her bonds and against
her own need for release. Jen was being uncharacteristically slow and
deliberate; taking time to tease and torment the young girl. Sharp
quiet squeaks escaped from Steph as Jen hit a sensitive spot or bit
briefly down on an already over-stimulated clit.
My own passion was building as I fucked Kat's well-toned ass. I was
using her; she was letting herself be used. She knew what it was I
needed at that point, and was willing to give it; she knew well enough
that the roles would be reversed later, as they had been often enough
in the past.
My passion built as Steph's control slipped away; we fed off each
other. In the end I couldn't tell if her orgasm was the catalyst for
mine, or if it was seeing me that sent her over the edge. Perhaps it
doesn't matter. Steph's body arched in a spasm as I released into Kat's
smooth ass.
Kat clamped down on my sensitive cock, knowing how it would affect me.
Resisting the urge to yank my hips backwards violently, I instead drew
slowly out of her. I looked back up just in time to see Steph hit her
limits. She screamed as her entire body clenched--ripping against her
bonds in a desperate attempt to pull her away from the searing assault
on her clit and curl into a tight ball--pleasure had reached the point
of pain.
Jen pushed herself down--away from my spasming slave--until she was
fully under her Amazonian lover. Stretching her arms up languidly, she
wrapped them around Kat's neck and drew her down into a deep kiss.
Exhausted finally, Steph hung loosely from the straps that held her to
the bed, her body twitching randomly with aftershocks. With a great
effort and control, I pulled myself up from where I sat and walked with
a facade of unaffected calm to where Steph hung. Standing behind her
limp, panting body, I wrapped my arms around her to caress her small,
sweat-damp breasts. Her only response was to roll her head and moan
quietly. I slowly ran my hands down her sides to her hips, then in
across her thighs until a finger from each hand ran lightly across her
hot lips. Her moan gained a plaintive tone but little else changed. I
drew my hands back up along her body, while pressing forward with my
hips, laying them firmly against her ass. I knew that I wouldn't be
able to recover so soon after coming in Kat's ass--not with all that
had happened last night--but she didn't know that. Her quiet moans
shifted in quality as if to say both "no" and "please" in intertwined
and conflicting desires. I ran my hands up along her arms to the wide
leather cuffs that held her. Thumbing the release catches, I pulled my
arms back into a hug, bringing her arms with mine, and keeping her from
collapsing to the floor. Holding her body tight to mine, I leaned
over, laying her down on the bed, her face next to those of Kat and
Jen.
I held her like that for nearly a minute, the feel of her warm, damp
body against me, in my arms--her smooth full ass pressing against my
flaccid cock--almost enough to bring me painfully erect again. Almost
enough... but not quite.
With my head laying on hers, I whispered in her ear.
"Did you come?"
"Mmm Hmm" she acknowledged.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Mmm Hmm." I could just see the satisfied smile that spread across her
face.
"I hope you did. Perhaps that will make up for the punishment you will
receive for disobeying my direct order forbidding you to come."
Her eyes opened and her look changed--firing rapidly from realization
to fear to disappointment. Her mouth opened to begin her apology.
"Don't speak!" I snapped, still in a strong whisper. "I don't want to
hear your excuses. Nor do I want your ineffectual apologies." She
looked crestfallen, almost shattered, at my tone. "I was going to
favor you today--let you feel what it's like to have a man inside of
you, to feel as my come filled you. But you couldn't wait. So now,
you will have to wait. The price of that orgasm is your pleasure. You
will wait to feel my touch. Perhaps after New Years, you'll be ready;
you'll be able to do what I tell you. You will feel no one's
pleasurable touch until New Years."
"Yes, sir." Her voice was small and submissive.
"Let me be very clear on what I mean: you will *no one's* touch--not
even your own." It took several long seconds for the realization of
what I said to sink in. As soon as it did, I pushed myself up and
stepped back from her.
"Jen. When you feel like it, you can untie her feet, and pull the
cuffs off. I'll be in the shower, then downstairs finishing the
newspaper." I glanced down at Steph and struggled to keep my tone calm
but stern, not letting the overwhelming compassion I felt for her taint
my voice. "Miss Steph. When you're able, you may collect your clothes
and return to your dormitory. I will expect to see you Monday as
usual." I walked out of the room, turning the corner into the master
bath as her words followed me.
"Yes, sir."