Cute Girls

The Armoire Ch. 05

“- Sam Darquesied

- Expertly Edited by FQKF”

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My apartment was so clean you could eat off the toilet seat! It had never been that pristine since…well ever. Sam Darquesied was visiting me! This was like a visit from the Prime Minister…no…hell, it was way better than the Prime Minister. And, he was asking me to help with a scenario, a big two day scenario for eight girls! It was something they’ve never done and I’d been asked to help come up with ideas, setup, and the actual implementation. I was so proud that he thought to ask me; that he would trust me that much. I was so excited I couldn’t sit; I just kept pacing and looking out the window.

The day before, Sam had spent a lot of time with me on the phone explaining what he was thinking of and who was involved and, most interesting, how it all came up in the first place. Apparently Alyssa had told him that some of the girls had expressed a desire for more intense sessions…

* * *

“More intense??? The last time somebody wanted more intense I ended up beating her half to death with a bullwhip! I tell you Al, I’m beginning to hate the word ‘intense’ and, if I hear the words ‘bull’ and ‘whip’ in the same sentence…well…I can’t be held responsible.”

An exasperated Alyssa said, “Tommy! For crying out loud! Enough about Kristel! You know that’s not what I’m talking about!”

Tommy (Sam) sighed and didn’t answer right away. He knew she was right and that she didn’t mean the bullwhip. It had just been hard to shake the image of Kristel hanging there; her body striped with welts that he had created. Finally he said, “I’m sorry, Al, I know that’s not what you mean…it’s still on my mind a lot, that’s all. So, what do you mean?”

A sympathetic Alyssa answered, “I know it’s been bugging you, but you have to remember what you tell the girls, especially the newer ones; ‘intensity’ means different things to different people. And nobody, not even Kristel, wants to have anything to do with that whip….Remember Isabella’s fantasy?”

“The one from her interview?” he said, “Uh…oh yeah…the pirate thing. Everyone else does it in, like two paragraphs, but hers is a freaking novel! Now that was pretty intense!”

Alyssa sat up and said, “Exactly! Remind me what she wrote…you know, just briefly.”

He thought for a moment then said, “Uh…she had tons of detail but, let’s see…she’s a stowaway on a pirate ship but she gets caught and the captain first has her bent over, spread, and tied to the railing then he tells the crew that she’s their reward for working hard. So when a crewman gets his job done he can go over and bang her any place he wants. Oh…and then the captain has her hung upside down and spread-eagled and whips the crap out of her then sticks her on the end of a rope and drags her for hours in the salt water! And that was only page one!”

Alyssa looked him in the eye and asked, “Do you think she’d actually want that to happen to her?”

“No! Of course not.”

Alyssa leans closer to him and said, “Wrong! She would love for that to happen to her. Just like in her fantasy. And, just like in her dream, when it is over, she wants it to be over.”

A very puzzled Tommy said, “Okay…remembering that I am a guy and have never once pretended to understand women…please explain it like I’m a four year old.”

Alyssa regrouped and said, “Okay…remember that wonderful ‘two guys hiking’ thing you did for me on my birthday? How you rigged up a way to hold me down and strip me and blindfold me; how you changed your voice so it sounded like two different men. It was amazing Tommy. There were times when it felt so real but…when it was over, there was just you. The other guy never existed.”

Tommy said, “Okay…so you’re saying that some of the girls want something like that…a realistic scenario within limits…but it seems pretty real at the time.”

“Exactly!” said Alyssa, “But, no rest breaks, no showers, none of that stuff until it’s over. It should go straight through the whole weekend.”

Tommy asked, “How many girls want this?”

“Over half of them, but I thought we should split into groups of eight. I already have the first eight lined up.” said Alyssa.

Tommy said, “Eight??? Holy crap! That’ll be a fair bit of work and I’ll need help. Will you and Kendall…”

Alyssa interrupted, “No…! Our names are on the list. Sylvia might like to help. Why don’t you give her a call?”

* * *

And call he did. So, I was nervously awaiting his arrival and thinking I must have the brain of a twelve year old for being this excited. I had run out and bought a bottle of Crown Royal, some Canada Dry ginger ale, and five of those Dutch cigars he likes…fourteen dollars each! Finally, a knock on the door. I answered it on the first knock and received a huge bear hug like he hadn’t seen me for years.

We sat, had a drink, and small talked for a few minutes before Sam got down to it, “Okay…so you get the gist of it. There’ll be eight of them and I guess it’ll be a kidnapping of sorts and it has to be pretty severe and run the entire weekend.”

I asked, “Who’s on the list?”

“Uh…Alyssa, Kendall, Teri, Malsa, Colleen, Isabella, and a couple you’ve never met. Jariyah; a gorgeous East Indian girl…about twenty five. And Hope; she’s a tiny Asian beauty…Chinese I think…around twenty two.”

“So…what’s the scenario? Will there be a prison or something?”

Sam said, “I’m not sure yet. I’m thinking maybe some Latin American revolutionaries capture them in the woods and we just bind them somehow. I’m open to any suggestions…”

I had an idea so I said, “Remember how you bound Isabella for the whip poker night? What about if we did something like that…with trees or posts maybe?”

Sam thought for a moment then, “Oh…you mean the ‘Straight Pillar?’ Yeah! That would work…trees would be no good but posts would work. I can get some big posts…maybe twelve inch or so…and rent a digger. Yeah…and if we space them right we can use them for spreads too. Very good, Syl! Let’s write that one down.”

“You know, Sam,” I said, “we are going to need more help.”

He answered, “Yeah, you’re right. Trouble is; everybody who normally helps is on the freaking list!”

I said, “I wonder…if Kristel would be interested?”

Sam pondered for a moment then dialed his cell phone, “Mardi? It’s Sam. Exceptionally well, and you? Listen, Mardi…I’m at…Oh, okay…Kristel, I’m at Sylvia’s and we are working on a big scenario…oh, Ally told you about it, did she…? Okay…around five…? Good…see you then.”

He pocketed the phone saying, “She’ll be here in an hour and she’s bringing Chinese.”

For the next half hour or so we continued to plan the basics of the scenario. Alyssa called him and said that she and Kendall would like to go to the studio and “play.” Apparently they were discussing the upcoming scenario and got a bit worked up. He asked what they had been discussing and, after a raised eyebrow or two, told her to have fun but be careful.

Sam, looking a bit incredulous, said, “Wow! Ally wasn’t real specific, but they’re expecting to be used and abused pretty good. I have to say something…for the record…I think Alyssa is wrong. In fact, I think you’re all making a mistake here. I’m doing this because you’ve all asked…but it doesn’t feel right.”

Before I could respond there was a knock at the door and we greeted Kristel bearing an inordinate amount of Chinese food and a couple of bottles of wine. We spent the next hour tearing into the food and discussing the scenario, approving some ideas and trashing others, and then Sam said, “Would you girls mind if I asked…what are your deep, dark fantasies of being ravaged?”

Kristel answered, “Well…mine has changed since Christmas, but before…I’m not sure if I should be telling this with Sylvia in the room…Oh, what the hell… I’m taking my employees, on a private plane, to New Zealand and, like usual, I’m acting like the diva, ordering them around and such, but then they turn on me and strip me and tie me over a seat. For the next eighteen hours they force me to blow the guys and…you know…lick the girls. They screw me, front and rear, and give me a champagne enema…”

I interrupted, “Was I there?”

Kristel said, “Oh yes…and thanks for the champagne!”

There was a moment’s pause then we all burst out laughing…and then Kristel said, “What about you Sylvia?”

I blushed a bit but I said, “Oh…mine is pretty standard, I guess. I accidentally wander into a biker bar and they take me and hold me down on the bar and tear my clothes off and they screw me…same as you, front and rear…and stick things in. The girls whip me with belts and put a leash on and make me lick boots and pleasure them…”

Kristel turned to Sam and said, “What about you, Sam…what kind of fantasies do you have?”

He laughed and said, “Oh, Kris, I’m pretty much living my fantasy!”

We continued to plan and had a pretty good, basic scenario by around midnight, then Kristel said, “What kind of ‘torture’ are you going to use?”

Sam said, “Oh…all I had in mind was floggers, crops, and some electric…cattle prod, fly swatter…that kind of thing. I’ll be the only one using some things…like the prod.”

Kristel complained, “Oh…why do you get to have all the fun?”

“Because, I know what it feels like.”

I interjected, “I know what it feels like too.”

Sam said, “Sylvia, you know what it feels like on one however; the little dial goes up to ten but, I never go higher then three.”

Kristel asked, “How do you know what it feels like?”

He answered, “I hit myself with it a couple of times. I can’t use anything on someone if I don’t know what they’re feeling. Once I hit myself with the wheel at seven and…well that was a bit of an adventure.”

I asked, “Do you use it on some of the girls regularly?”

“A few…Isabella has a weird kind of love/hate thing with it.”

Kristel asked, “What do you mean ‘love/hate?’”

Sam explained, “Isabella likes things pretty extreme and she often likes to be bound really tight; immobile…like the ‘Straight Pillar’, you know…legs closed. Anyway, when we do that she wants a hit or two with the prod…which she hates! It’s hard to explain…I usually hit on the pubes but the last time she wanted me to put it between her lips…her labia…and when I hit it she just about coughed up a lung screaming and then, immediately had a wrenching orgasm…I wasn’t even touching her! When it was over she said it was awful and that she couldn’t wait to try it again!”

Kristel said, “Too bad you don’t have one with you. I’d like to try it.”

He said, “Careful what you wish for…I bought six new ones this afternoon. There in the Yukon.”

She said, “Would you mind getting one? And maybe some ropes too?”

He looked to her for a moment then got up and went out to his truck. While he was gone, Kristel and I moved some of the furniture back so we had lots of floor space and I drew the drapes. When Sam came back in, prod, ropes, and a set of waist cuffs in hand, Kristel, standing in the middle of the room with her arms by her side, said, “Welcome back, My Master.”

Sam said, “Don’t kid around with the ‘My Master’ thing, okay? Once you go into slave mode then you’re mine and, you never know, I might be in a bad mood.”

Kristel, with her head down, said, “I understand, My Master, and I welcome any discipline that My Master deems appropriate.”

Sam motioned to me and we both sat on the sofa, “Very well. Please remove your clothing and make sure that we are entertained in the process, my little slave.”

Kristel complied and did a wonderful striptease, smoothly gyrating, touching herself, and moaning as she slowly removed her light sweater, slacks, bra, and panties. Aside from the blow job at Christmas, it was her first real ‘perfect slave’ experience, something she had craved for years.

“I apologize for touching myself, My Master, but knowing your eyes were looking at my body, made me very wet,” she said.

Sam stood up and said, “You did quite well, my little slave, now…place your hands behind your back and spread your feet to shoulder width while I inspect.”

He slowly walked around her, while gliding his hands over her shoulders, back, bum, and hips. Kristel bit her lip as he caressed her skin; every touch was arousing her…she was his. When he was in front he reached and pulled at her fairly ample pubic hair, causing her to wince a little. In the shower at the ranch, on Boxing Day, she had mentioned that she had a small phobia about trimming herself down there so she pretty much left it natural. This was hard for her…maybe harder than Sam knew.

“What is this?” he said.

“It…it is my…pubic hair…My master,” she said, visibly nervous.

Sam said, “I see…Turn around please and place your arms over your head.”

He attached the waist cuff belt around her middle then locked each wrist in place, leaving her hands securely restrained at her sides. Next he took rope then looped, and secured, several coils at her ankles as well as below and above her knees. He asked me to get a clean cloth for a gag then, after a little kiss, he inserted the cloth and secured it with some ‘bondage’ tape. He placed a small cushion on the floor then guided her down ’til she was lying on her back with the cushion under her bum. Sam placed the cattle prod on the floor near Kristel, and then he knelt beside her and said, “Very soon now, we are going to test your response to the prod. Are you prepared for that?”

The gag made it very hard to make out but she answered, “Yes, My Master.”

As he again pulled at her pubic hair, he said, “I think you are incorrect, my little slave…This will have to go.”

Kristel lifted her head and, with the most pleading look on her face, said, “No…please, My Master…please!”

Sam leaned in and said, “Are you just toying with the idea of ‘perfect slave’? Does my little slave feel she can pick and choose what is done to her?”

With tears rolling down the side of her face, Kristel shook her head and said, “No, My Master. I am your slave and you can do with me what you please.”

She had made a great effort to be clear, in spite of the gag and her weeping. I knew that, in a way, this was almost as hard for her as the bullwhip. I realized that Sam did know what he was doing. He was again taking her to her limit and, by the end of tonight, she would be happier than ever…but the journey was going to be a little difficult for her.

Sam stood up and, out of earshot, asked me if I had a couple of new, disposable razors. I did, so he asked me to get them as well as a basin of warm water, a towel, and some lather. He asked me to put one of the razors by a small, natural stone, mood fountain I had by the couch, making sure that Kristel didn’t see. I followed his instructions then he knelt beside her and moistened, then lathered her pubic hair. She lifted her head to watch, weeping and whimpering a little. Sam took the one razor then said, “Oh my, this is much too sharp.”

Kristel’s eyes widened and her weeping turned to sobs as she watched him drag the razor over the stone on the little fountain, all the while saying how a dull, a very dull, razor works so much better. It was difficult to watch her as she imagined how painful this was going to be.

Sam turned and, with a smile on his face, flashed the now dulled razor for her to see. She closed her eyes and lay her head back, resigned to her fate. As soon as she wasn’t looking, Sam deftly switched the implements and returned to her side carrying the sharp razor. He straddled her knees then knelt and bent in very close, using his free hand to pull the skin taut. Then he whispered, “Are you ready, my little slave?”

Kristel, with her head still back, scrunched up her face, took a deep breath and held it, and whispered, “Uh huh…”

A long “mmmmmmmmm…” was squeaking out of her as Sam started to slowly, and so very gently, shave her. Watching him do this made me wish I was in her place and I was immediately aroused. Kristel stopped whimpering when she realized the razor wasn’t dull and lifted her head to watch. The look in her eyes slowly changed, clearly indicating that this was turning her on as well. When he was done, he rinsed her and daubed her dry with the towel. The he leaned down and gently blew on her wonderfully bare pubes causing Kristel to moan and close her eyes again. I was panting a bit and hopped that Sam wouldn’t notice…although…

He slid his hand between her labia and moved close to her face, fondling her breast with his free hand, “It is very nice to touch my little slave now and I can feel that she is quite moist. Would you like me to keep touching you, my little slave?”

Kristel lifted her head and, nodding vigorously, said, “Uh Huh!”

“Even though, the moment you orgasm, you will taste the wrath of the prod, you would still like me to keep touching you?”

She lifted her head again and stared into his eyes, then meekly said, “Uh huh.”

Sam switched hands, using his left between her legs and picking up the prod with the other. It was easy to see that Kristel really wanted this orgasm but it was equally clear that she dreaded its arrival. She was getting very close and she started to cry and moan at the same time. She knew she’d have to tell him because she was a ‘perfect slave’ and her only purpose in life was to please her master.

Suddenly she scrunched her face hard and, through clenched teeth, she said, “OH MY MASTER…CHICAGO…CHICAGO…”

Sam immediately removed his hand and slid the end of the prod between her throbbing labia. She lifted her head to look, her eyes wide in absolute panic…then he touched the switch…just for a fraction of a second.

It was like everything changed to slow motion. I was expecting a scream but instead her body arched and she sucked in a huge volume of air, “HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU…”

She started to writhe and convulse on the floor then, “IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeee…” It was horribly loud, even with the gag, and I jumped to see if anyone had been walking by; surely they would have heard. Thankfully, the street was deserted.

Sam lifted her shoulders and hugged her close as she continued to gasp, scream, and writhe in his arms. The jolt, while very short, occurred just a couple of seconds into her climax and her body was reacting to the two extremes at the same time–enormous pleasure, and excruciating pain. I can only imagine what it must have been like.

As Kristel began to settle down Sam said, “You have done very, very well, my little slave, so I will release you now…”

She lifted her head, vigorously nodded NO, and looked over at me. Then, turning to me, Sam said, “Oh…and how is my other little slave?”

Surprised I said, “Oh…I…I’m fine, My Master.”

“Oh, are you? And yet you are still fully clothed!” he said, “Can you not tell that I am in need of relief?”

“I’m so sorry, My Master! Please forgive me!” I was naked in under a minute.

Sam stood up and motioned for me to join him in the kitchen and, after positioning me the way he wanted, he said, “Now…your poor, unfortunate slave partner cannot see what is happening here so I think it would be best if you describe, in detail, everything that occurs for the next few minutes.”

I began the play by play, “Oh…My Master has me bent, face down, over the kitchen table and has instructed me to put my hands behind my back and hold them there myself. My Master has his hand pressed into my back to hold me down and I am spread very wi…OHHhhhhhhhh…My Wonderful Master has slid himself inside me and is…Ohhh Je…My…My Master is grinding himself…into me…ohhhhhhh…and…huuuuuuh…moving in and…. huuuuuuh…and out…OHHHHGEEEZ…MY MASTER IS…huuuuuuh…RUBBING MY CLIT NOW…huuuuuuh…I’M VERY…huuuuuuh…CLOSE!

When we complete Kristel’s ministrations we, oh so carefully, dress her in a bathrobe and, with Isabella and Gloria supporting her, we walk out of the studio. As we exit I glance to my left and see Sam sitting on a garden bench, his arms and head on his knees, with Alyssa hugging and rubbing his back. I feel I should leave them be but Alyssa motions for me to come over.

She moves her head away from Sam and whispers, “Do you understand what that was all about in there?”

I nod and whisper that I do but she repeats, “Are you sure you get it… about Kristel I mean?”

I answer, “Yes I get it now. I didn’t at first but I do now. Most of us do I think.”

“Okay, then can you stay with Sammy while I go to the house for a few?”

I tell her that I would be happy to and then take her place beside him as she runs to the house. It’s easy to see that he is terribly upset by all this and that he has been crying. I just keep my arm around him and silently rub his shoulder. A couple of minutes pass and he abruptly sits up and leans back in the bench.

“Well… that was quite an evening, eh?” He rubs the moisture from his face with his palms.

I nod in agreement and he continues, “I could see the girls… in the bleachers… they must think I’m Satan reborn!”

He begins to tear up again but, as I start to speak, he breaks himself out, “Geez! I wish I had a cigar!”

As if on cue, Colleen comes bounding out of the house with a cigar in one hand and a drink in the other. She is a petite young thing with long, fire red hair and pale eggshell skin. She is rarely without a smile and is gregarious to a fault. She hands the items to Sam and says, “Rye and ginger; easy on the ginger, just the way you like it.”

She then leans down and, placing a hand on either side of his face, tilts his head back and tenderly kisses him. “Don’t fret Sammy, we love you and we understand now. We love you even more than before.”

Sam answers, “Thank you my sweet Irish lassie.”

Beaming, she does a mock curtsey then turns and runs back to the house. Sam takes a healthy swig of his drink then a long, satisfying drag on the already lit cigar. I then say, “She’s right, you know, we all get it now. We just didn’t realize how much it upset you.”

“I thought I’d be able to handle it better… I mean, I practiced for weeks on posts and stuff then, I bought two dead pigs and beat the shit out of them until I could strike without breaking skin. I was sure I could do it but that day when Ally screamed I…”

“Ally! You used that on Alyssa???” I couldn’t believe he would even consider lashing her with that awful thing.

He takes a breath then a long sigh, “I know, I know! But… you know her… she kind of insisted… I was practicing a couple of weeks ago and I was pretty good with it by then. No breaks, just the welts… and they go away after a few days so… you know… anyway, Al was watching and said it looked to her that I had it down, and then I said that the only real test was going to be Mardi.”

Sam takes another deep breath another sigh, “Suddenly she jumps off the fence and strips! Then she stands there with her hands behind her back and her legs spread and says that… I’ll have to try it on her! I said no way but she said she would stand there all day and night ’til I whipped her… just once she said… on the thigh.”

He was beginning to get teary eyed again but he continued, “So… I decided… okay, just one. It wouldn’t be that bad but I was shaking Syl. I was so scared… I took about ten swings at the pig again… you know… to be sure, then I wrapped one around her thigh…”

He was crying a bit now, “Oh… she screamed Syl… worse than what you heard in there. It didn’t break her skin or anything but I hurt her so bad… She’s my soul, you know Sylvia? And I had hurt her worse than anybody ever had.”

I hug him as hard as I can then, after a moment, I ask, “Was she upset?”

“Upset? Hell no! I dropped the whip and went and hugged her and she hugged me back really tight… and said she was sorry for screaming! She said I had done it perfectly and the welt would go away… we just sat there and hugged and cried for a long time… I don’t deserve her Syl… but without her I truly have no soul.”

I hug him and kiss him on the neck and we just sit for a few minutes. I can’t help but envy what Alyssa has with this man. I doubted him back there; for a few moments I lost my trust in him, but I know for a fact that Alyssa never could. If he asked her to, she would, without a moment’s hesitation, step in front of a speeding train.

* * *

As we enter the house all the girls in the living room surround Sam and hug him, kiss him, tell him they love him, and tell him they understand. There is some crying and laughing and then they guide him to another towel covered massage table and have him sit on the edge. We all find seats that more or less make him the focus of the group and then Penelope asks, “Are you okay Sammy?”

“Oh yeah… you guys are great… this really helps. I’m just glad you don’t all despise me.”

We all talk over top of one another telling him that we care deeply for him until Isabella’s voice breaks through, “Do me a little favour though, willya Sam… no matter how much I beg or pester, don’t ever use that thing on me okay?”

Sam answers, “DEAL!”

He then asks, “Is she upstairs?”

Alyssa answers, “Yes… Gloria and Kendall are with her… she’ll be okay Sam.”

Sam nods then looks at his watch, “Well, I guess we still have time for whip poker if you like. Although I think Gloria wanted to…”

Isabella abruptly jumps to her feet, moves in front of him, and gives him a huge hard kiss. She moves back and, still holding his face, says, “Actually we decided to postpone that ’til tomorrow and do something else instead.”

“What’s that? Sam asks.

“BLITZ MASSAGE!” With that, we all jump up and surround Sam and, before he can say another word, Isabella has his sweatshirt up, over his head and off.

When we first came in, Malsa told me that Alyssa had asked them if they would all give Sam a full body massage when he returned; as a way of showing that everything was okay. Isabella just made up the name.

Sam protests a bit, “I appreciate it girls but you don’t have to…”

Isabella interrupts, “Shush! Now stand up, big boy, so I can finish my job.”

With a sigh Sam stands and Isabella immediately pulls his sweatpants and underwear to his feet. She squats down, helps him step out then gives him a little peck on his penis as she stands. “Okay, lover, lie down on your tummy.”

We all move around the table and take positions by his side; at his shoulders are Malsa and Lilly, at his butt are Isabella and Helen, his legs are covered by Penelope and Colleen, and I am at his right foot and Teri at the other. Alyssa, standing at his head, pours a generous amount of warm massage oil on his back then passes the bottle to Colleen who pours some on his legs then gives the bottle to Teri. Sam immediately begins to moan his appreciation as we all start to rub and we can feel him begin to relax. Alyssa has her face down close to his and is gently rubbing his temples. After a few minutes, Isabella suggests that he roll over on his back and, reluctantly, he complies.

We all reload with massage oil and begin to rub him again; Isabella and Helen massaging around, but not touching, his genetalia. He is so relaxed that his penis is soft but this begins to change soon after we begin. Then Isabella asks, “Ally, do you want to change spots with me so you can…”

Ally says, “Oh, that’s okay Isabella, go ahead. I’m pretty sure he won’t mind.”

Isabella answers, “Actually it wasn’t him I was thinking of.”

Alyssa restates, “I appreciate that Iz but, please, go ahead.”

With that Isabella and Helen begin to massage his testicles and penis which quickly displays its appreciation. Sam begins to pant softly as Isabella moves her head slowly down.

Alyssa, still gently rubbing Sam’s temples, says, “Just you hands Isabella… be good now.”

Isabella protests, “But, when he’s ready he’s going to need somebody…”

A voice from behind us says, “Could I be permitted to be that somebody?”

We all turn to see Kristel, supported by Kendall and Gloria, standing in the doorway. Alyssa smiles and motions her to come and take the place of a somewhat disappointed Isabella. Kristel moves in and then drops her bathrobe to reveal the multitude of red welts; we all wince at the sight. Alyssa leans down to Sam, “My Master, Mardi has a request.”

He lifts his head a bit as Kristal lowers her eyes and softly asks, “My Master, may I be permitted the privilege of pleasuring you with my mouth?”

Sam rolls his eyes up to Alyssa who nods her approval then he says, “That would be very nice, my little slave.”

Kristel smiles then moves her head down and begins to softly kiss and lick his manhood. Then she slowly takes him into her mouth right down to the base. I can’t help but admire her for doing this and doing it so well! I have to wonder how she acquired her obvious talent for this as Sam begins to pant harder. Alyssa then leans down and begins to kiss him upside down, Spiderman style. When he finally erupts, Kristel does not speed up or change her rhythm, she just keeps her steady in and out motion until he is completely spent. It is one of the most sensual things I have ever seen.

* * *

We all opt for an early night and Sam asks if Kendall and I are okay to double up for another night. In unison we quickly reply, “Oh YES!”

Kristel asks if Gloria would mind staying with her tonight and Gloria accepts leaving Isabella to say, “Awe… now I’m all alone!”

Colleen steps up, takes her hand and says, “No you’re not, lassie.”

There is a silent pause as the other girls look at each other then, excitedly, other pairings are quickly, almost randomly made, ending with Helen being odd-man-out. Isabella and Colleen take her hand and they all run up the stairs giggling.

* * *

“RISE AND SHINE… IT’S CHRISTMAS… TIME FOR PRESENTS!”

Kendall and I are rudely awakened by Sam’s announcement and loud hammering on our door. Our limbs are so intertwined that it takes a few seconds to untangle ourselves. We are sleepy, sweaty, and SO contentedly happy and, as I enjoy my requisite early morning stretch, I feel Kendall’s hand begin to massage my breast. I smile at her as she leans down, starts a long, soft, deep kiss, and slides her hand down, between my legs. I am instantly wet and spread to accommodate, then I press my lips harder against hers and lightly pinch her nipple. We both begin to moan…

“COME ON LOVERS… LET’S GO! SANTA’S BEEN HERE!”

In unison we both whisper, “Shit!”

We reluctantly concede defeat to Sam’s excitement, roll out of bed, and throw our bathrobes on. As we head for the door I grasp her elbow and say, “Kendall, I hope you know how wonderful the last two nights have been. I… you’re just amazing.”

She smiles and says, “Me too Sylvia, me too… so… you thinkin’ of switchin’ teams?”

We both chuckle and I add, “I wish we could have more than just one more night.”

We go into the hall, move towards the stairs and Kendall says, “Yeah, me too… maybe we should sign up for the whip poker game. I might win you!”

“Just what the hell is ‘whip poker’ anyway?”

She giggles a bit then, “Oh, well… anybody can play but it’s best with even numbers. Everybody wears the same items… you know… bra, panties, shirt, pants, and socks—socks count as one. Then it’s regular draw poker and the loser sheds an article of clothing. It’s a little different; you all show your hands and the worst is the loser and the best is the winner.”

I interject, “So, it’s just strip poker.”

“Well, not quite… when you’re naked, and you have another loss then you have to pick a piece of paper from a jar. The paper says how you’ll be bound and the winner of that hand gets first crack at you.”

I ask, “How you’ll be bound?”

“Yeah… like it might say ‘The Stocks’ or maybe ‘Hogtie’, something like that. So Sam takes you out and gets you ready then the winner gets you for fifteen minutes. After that, everybody gets you for a while.”

“Sounds… interesting… but I am a lousy poker player.”

Kendall smiles, gives me a kiss, and says, “I, on the other hand, am an excellent poker player!”

We are giggling like four year olds as we enter the kitchen.

A few girls are here getting coffee or juice and the rest are in the living room. We say our good mornings, get our drinks and join the others. Everyone is in their bathrobes and the only one wearing anything else is Sam–that stupid Santa hat!

A jovial Sam greets us, “Good morning all and Merry Christmas! I trust you all slept well?”

We all return his greeting then Kendall says she wants to check on the horses and that she’ll only be a couple of minutes. She heads outside and Sam continues, “Well, it’s time to dole out the presents and, as usual, I am embarrassed by the number of gifts with my name on it. I keep telling you not to do that but… well… you are a disobedient lot aren’t you?”

Everybody answers at once, “Oh yes we are naughty!” or “We need to be punished!”

Isabella blurts, “Oh My Master, you should punish me right now!” With that, she stands, turns, bends over, and lifts her robe. We are all laughing hysterically as Sam swats her on the bum with his Santa hat.

Sam interrupts, “I’m going to top off my coffee… we should wait for Kenny… I’m sure she won’t be long.”

As he goes to the kitchen I feel a little anxious about the gifts. I received a letter from someone named “Sadie” who stated things in her writing which left no doubt that she was a client. She had sent the letter to all the clients she knew of and asked if we wanted to chip in on a large gift for Sam. I sent her a cheque but I still wanted to get him something special on my own however; sitting here now, I wonder how it will stack up to the gifts that these wealthy women would give.

I can’t help but smile as I look at Kristel sitting beside, and chatting with, Malsa. The woman who, less than two days ago, thought it would be best to kill Kristel was now jabbering with her like a giddy schoolgirl!

Kendall returns just as Sam enters the living room with his fresh coffee and he immediately begins to hand out gifts. He grabs one for himself, and sits as we tear into the wrapping paper. Mine is a beautiful gold chain with a heart shaped pendant, also in gold, with the letters “DS” in small diamonds. This is obviously custom made and very expensive. On the back is engraved “Chicago! It’s our kind of town”. Tears begin to well as I reminisce and stare at this carefully considered gift.

The others have received equally thoughtful presents; some got different types of jewelry while others got mementos that were special to them but a mystery to the rest of us. I look over and see that Sam has received a Rolex from Teri and the anxiety about my gift returns.

As Sam begins to get up Isabella stops him and says, “Hey, since there’s a whole bunch of packages with your name on ‘em, why don’t we clean some of them up first.” Over the next few minutes she hands him gift after gift including a large humidor completely filled with his favourite Dutch cigars from Malsa and a first edition Robert Rourk book from Colleen.

Sam gets up now and hands us each a personally tagged but otherwise identical package. He gets a package for himself, and sits as we all again attack the wrappings. They are all DVDs. There are two in my package, both titled “Sylvia’s Torment”. I can’t keep from gasping!

Teri, sitting to my left, notices my astonishment and says, “You seem pretty surprised.”

Incredulously I say, “You mean… he filmed the…”

Teri explains, “Oh yes… he has about twenty cameras strategically placed all over the studio… even in here.” She points and I see the small camera in the far corner near the ceiling.

She continues, “It’s a lot of work but he does a real good job. If you had a scenario, you get two versions, one where he edits out all the in-between stuff so it plays like a real kidnapping or whatever, and another with everything.”

Still shocked, “But… could other people see this…”

Sam, overhearing my question, comes over and says, “I’m sorry Syl, I forgot to tell you about this… everybody has the only two copies from their sessions; I erase all the digital files on my computer. Some people leave me one of the copies, others don’t. It is entirely up to you…. Oh, and, if you tell me before a session that you don’t want the cameras on, that’s okay too.”

Sam returns to his seat and most of the girls go over and hand him one of their copies and give him a little kiss. Then Isabella says, “Okay Sammy, two more to go. This one’s from Sylvia.”

He takes the package, smiles at me, and rips the paper off, “Oh Sylvia… WOW… this is… amazing!” All the girls move behind him to see the oil painting… of my shiny, oiled body spread-eagled over the barrel—my first encounter with Sam.

Sam, genuinely impressed, says, “How did you… how the heck did you…”

“I took a digital picture of myself stretched over my footstool then described the scene, as best I could remember, to the artist. She made a bunch of sketches and, when she got it more or less right, well… there it is. I told her it was just a fantasy of mine.”

Sam comes over and gives me a kiss then says, “Thank you very much Syl… this is really special. I’ll put it somewhere discreet but, really, I’d love to put it over the mantle.”

I look up at him and hand him one of my DVDs and say, “I’d be honoured.”

He gets up and replaces a landscape over the fireplace with the portrait and… there I am, stretched naked for the world to see. I am beaming with pride now but a few months ago I would have died.

Isabella breaks in once more, “One more to go, Sammy.” And hands him a small package with a large envelope attached. He opens the envelope and begins to read the card, “uh… apparently it’s from everybody. I won’t read all the names but all of yours’ are on it, and there’s a note from Sadie… ‘Dear Sammy, This is a small token from all of us. You have made a huge difference in all our lives and you know that you saved mine. Lots of love — Sadie’”

A little teary eyed now he opens the package revealing a note that reads, “Too big for this box. Go look out front.”

We all get up and go to the front porch and there, in front of the stoop, complete with a huge red bow, sits a brand new, oil slick black, fully loaded Yukon SUV.

“Holy SHIT!” is all that he can say.

* * *

The rest of the day passes quietly with people doing various things with various other people. Like an excited teenager, Sam keeps looking for excuses to drive the Yukon. Earlier, Ally told him we were short of milk so Sam eagerly volunteered to go to the variety store in town; about a ten minute drive. He came back about two hours later and… he forgot the milk! When he bolted out the door to go again, we all laughed because we didn’t actually need it and the variety store was most likely closed since it was Christmas day. Sam returned from that trip about an hour later, “He Al, the variety store isn’t open! It’s Christmas day you know!”

Alyssa, in mock apology, said, “Oh… sorry sweetie. I guess I wasn’t thinking.” It was difficult for the rest of us to keep from bursting!

Alyssa, pointing to a box near the front door, then said, “That stuff is for the church but you don’t have to take it today…”

He interrupted, “I’m on it!” We haven’t seen him since.

A couple of hours ago Kristel, who was helping in the kitchen, asked me if we could talk privately in the living room. We sat down on the couch and she said, “Sylvia… it’s hard to know where to start but, I think it’s fair to say that I’ve been a supreme bitch to you ever since we met.”

I was hesitant to respond to that; she is my boss after all…

She continues, “I’m sorry… you don’t have to answer that but we both know it’s true. You have every reason to hate me but I hope I can change that in time. I guess the worst though was the armoire thing and I know it was confusing for you since you ended up liking it but… I need to confess that my motives… were not honourable.”

I suspected all along that she did it out of hatred but to actually hear from her mouth made me start to tear up.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I have no excuse, it’s just that… you’re so pretty and smart and everybody likes you… I was jealous and I lashed out.”

I asked, “Why me?”

“Because… you were… you are… the woman I have always wanted to be. I have had to be tough to get where I am and it’s made me into this mean, spiteful, selfish person whom I hate. It’s not an excuse, Sylvia, but I cannot describe what it’s like to thoroughly despise yourself.”

“Is that what last night was about?”

She looked straight into my eyes and said; ‘Yes! At least that was part of it. Last night was like… like a cleansing, among other things… but it changed me Sylvia. I could feel it! I just wish I could have taken all fifty lashes.”

I was pretty sure I knew the answer but I asked anyway, “Why?”

“For him… for Sam… it’s hard to explain… I’ve been coming here for over two years and, every time I left, I cried because… I wanted… I always wanted… to call him ‘My Master’ and do the ‘perfect slave’ thing… I just… I don’t know exactly why but I just couldn’t.”

I suddenly felt sorry for her despite all that had happened, “I think I do understand, Kristel, at least some of it.

Is that why you were fighting with Sam the other night? So he would do this for you?”

She looked ashamed as she answered, “Well… yes but… that’s just the tip of the iceberg. I’ve been pestering him for months but… well, you know… for a guy that makes a living by whipping women, he’s actually such a pussycat!”

I agreed, “He is a pretty rare breed.”

She continued, “He is! And I knew he didn’t want to inflict that kind of suffering on anybody—not even me. But, I also knew that he understood why I needed it so bad. I was pretty selfish, Sylvia, I saw an opportunity to get what I wanted by forcing him to do something he hated. And he did it for only one reason—because, despite my bitchiness, he loves me just like he loves all of you. I know how hard he practiced… he’s a very special guy and I’ve treated him like shit! I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to make it up to him.”

“So… things will be different now?”

She smiled but I could see tears in her eyes too as she said, “Oh yes! They will! And at work too, Sylvia. I’m going to do everything I can to make this up to you. Things will be a lot better, you’ll see!”

I began to chuckle a bit and said, “You know… you sound a little like Scrooge talking to Bob Cratchit.”

We both started to laugh then she said, “Well… it is Christmas!”

We laughed some more then hugged then cried and hugged. It was nice and I knew she was going to good to her word.

* * *

Sam finally shows up just as we’re setting the table almost three hours after he left and Alyssa teases, “When I said the church I didn’t mean the one in Rome!”

He kids back, “Well… you should have been more specific!”

As we all get settled in our seats Sam stands and says, “Not to diminish the religious aspects of this day in any way but, ultimately this is what Christmas is all about to me; good people… good friends sitting together at Christmas dinner. I know for a few it wasn’t easy but we can’t tell you enough, how glad we are that you could join us. I lift my glass to you all…”

We go around the table clinking glasses then Isabella says, “Okay… let’s EAT!”

The dinner progresses wonderfully. At any one time throughout the day there were at least six people working in the kitchen so we ended up with a great meal of turkey and ‘all the fixins’—enough to feed a small country. Everyone was in a constant state of chewing, chatter, and laughter—even Kristel. Teri was right; all I want for Christmas next year is to be invited back here.

As dinner winds down Sam again stands and says, “Well, I need to walk off some of this fabulous meal… I am humbled by the presence of such culinary genius and I thank you all from the bottom of my heart.”

Again we clink glasses then Alyssa runs to the kitchen as Sam starts to collect some dishes.

Isabella stops him, “No, no. Shoo now. Well take care of this.”

He thanks her, excuses himself from the table, and starts for the door, then turns back to us. “Oh, don’t forget the whip poker… you should get the ties in the jar and maybe well start in an hour or so.”

Again he turns for the door but Alyssa stops him as she rushes from the kitchen with a rye and ginger and a lit cigar. As he takes the items he smiles a smile that says thank you better than any words could. He kisses her then walks out the door.

As we clean up I ask Lilly, “What does he mean by ‘put the ties in the jar’?”

Lilly explains, “Oh… well if you sign up for the game you write down your favourite tie… you know, the activity you liked the best in one of your sessions. You write that down and put it in the jar then, if you lose you reach into the jar and pick one… it may not be the one you wrote of course. Just pray it’s not Kristel’s!”

I laugh a bit but… I shudder at the thought.

Lilly continues, “Actually I’m having a bit of fun here. You can trade if it’s something you don’t like or Sam will make adjustments… you know, some people are maybe more flexible…whatever. It’s for fun, Syl… nobody’s out to hurt or even scare anybody. And, trust me on this, even if you lose… you win!”

* * *

Sam returns from his walk after an hour or so and asks if we’re all ready for the game. We have entered our favourites in the jar and set two card tables together with eight seats. Teri, Malsa, Lilly, and Alyssa have elected not to play but the rest of us are in for the proverbial ‘penny and pound’.

The first several hands are fairly even and, after about forty five minutes, we are equal, left with only bra and panties. There has been lots of cackling and chortling at the table as well as heckling from the “spectators”—especially Sam and Isabella.

“Izzy, you have to be the worlds worst, nymphomaniac poker player!”

Isabella retorts, “Oh yeah? Well why don’t you sit in for a few hands? I’d have you buck naked in ten minutes!”

The next hand is lost by Penelope who sighs and dutifully removes her bra revealing a pair of tiny pert little boobs. Then she puts her hands behind her back, sticks her chest out and closes her eyes. Immediately, and with much merriment, everyone, including our spectators, takes a turn at fondling and/or tweaking her nipples. Feeling obliged, I happily follow suit. It seems there are a couple of traditions to this game that I still need to learn.

Isabella drops the next hand and her torment lasts longer as we cannot help but linger, squeezing and fondling those magnificent orbs. We then play another hand… and I lose.

Somewhat reluctantly I slowly remove the bra amid taunts of “Take it of girlfriend” and “Let’s have a look at those casabas”. I set myself in position and they start into me right away. It seems to go on forever and when they finally are satisfied, Kendall gets up, comes behind me and begins to massage my breasts. The others are teasing, “Ohhhhh… what have we here?” and “She’s going to do her right here on the table!” She caresses and squeezes then bends down, kisses my nipples and returns to her seat. I am beet red and sure that there is a little puddle on my chair.

Kristel drops the next hand. We are hesitant to touch her welt covered body even though the marks are already fading. Sam comes over and, from behind begins to fondle her lovely boobs then pinches her nipples enough to cause her to jump and squeak, “Ooooo…” We all then take a turn when we realize that the lash had never touched her breasts.

Isabella loses again and, to the sounds of hoots and applause, she stands, turns, slides her thong panties to the floor, then bends over and grabs her knees. Each one of us the gets up and gives her a single, hard spank although Colleen gave her a few pats to her labia for good measure.

I get through the next few hands unscathed while some others parted with there bras and untouched nipples but then… I lose again!

I shed my panties and take the spanks then Kendall, wearing only panties now, comes to me and says: “Spread ‘em sweety.”

I do as instructed and she begins to rub my labia and sticks two fingers in my vagina. She rubs for about thirty seconds accompanied by taunts of “Rub-A-Dub-Dub!” and “Get a room!” then she again returns to her chair. My face cannot get any redder as I meekly sit back in my seat. Geez Kendall!

The next hand is the final loss for Isabella and she chooses “Straight pillar” from the jar. The winner of the hand is Kristel so they are now out of the game.

Kendall loses the next two hands and draws “Reverse T Hogtie”. The “expert” poker play didn’t seem to try too hard to win. She and winner Colleen are now out as well.

Helen now loses two in a row and gets “T Bar” as she and Gloria join the others, leaving Penelope and me and, of course, I lose the last hand.

As each loser drew from the jar the others would say “Ohhhhh…” but the loudest was for Kendall’s “Reverse T” and mine, the “High Chair”. My temporary new “Master”, Penelope simply answered, “You’ll see!” when I asked what the heck the high chair was.

Sam motions for the naked losers to follow him to the studio and, once inside, we sit together on a bench by the main wall. He has Isabella put on a pair of wrist cuffs and lock them together then, after retrieving a large amount of rope, motions for her to stand with her legs together and her back against one of the main barn pillars. He has her step up on a short stool and then asks her to stand on her toes and reach up as high as she can. Standing on a small ladder stool, he pulls her wrists higher still and affixes the cuffs to a ring mounted rope. He adjusts the rope so that Isabella can just barely stand on her toes. Now he wraps no less than seven ropes, four times around the pillar; across her ankles, then her knees, then just below her crotch. One across her tummy, then one just below her boobs, one just above her boobs, and lastly one across, and into, her mouth. Going back to the bottom he gives each rope end a tug and ties them off. It is remarkable how fast he is able to complete the bind. Now he says something to her then bends down and removes the stool.

Isabella is now hanging there completely immobile; she can’t even move her head and her luscious breasts are jutting forward, just aching to be toyed with. Sam uses a two way to call Alyssa and have her send Kristel to the studio then he motions for Helen to follow him to the T bar.

Helen leans her back against the padded metal crosspiece at the top of the four foot high T bar. He then has her spread her feet quite a bit and quickly ties her ankles to rings in the floor. He takes her arms behind her and binds her wrists together then he kneels and slowly pulls down on the rope forcing Helen to arch her back over the T more and more. She doesn’t complain but he stops when she begins to moan and ties the rope off. As he forced her back to arch, her legs stretched tight so now she too was immobile except for her head. He kissed her and asked if she was okay and, when she said she was, he inserted a ball gag and fastened it. Again he called Alyssa and asked for Gloria. Just then Kristel, now in a bathrobe, entered the barn.

She walks straight to Isabella and says, “Oooooo… so you’re my little slave now are you?”

Through her gag Isabella says, “Uh huh.”

Kristel picks up a nearby horse hair flogger and asks, “Would my little slave enjoy the touch of the pony’s tail?”

Isabella eagerly answers, “Uh HUH!”

She starts at her feet and rhythmically walks the whip up her body, similar to how Sam did it with Ally. Izzy is already moaning but she can only pull a wee bit against her ropes. Sam watches for a bit to ensure that Isabella is okay then finishes Helen’s bind. Gloria now enters the barn and Sam uses the two way again and asks Alyssa to send Teri to keep an eye on them while he moves to Kendall’s bind.

Gloria picks up an electric wand and proceeds to slowly torment Helen who writhes and squeals as the low current radiates through her. Sam watches until Teri arrives then motions for Kendall.

To the sounds of Helen’s squealing and Isabella’s orgasm, Sam sets to work on Kendall. Kristel is now pressing a snow cone vibrator against Izzy’s clit and fondling her breasts. She has already climaxed but Kristel does not let up and Isabella is going nuts!

Sam wraps a rope several times around Kendall’s hips then attaches a long rope to the front and another to the back of the hip rope. He now binds her wrists together behind her back leaving about eight feet dangling. He has her sit on the floor and spread her legs apart very wide then attaches long ropes to both ankles. Pulling each ankle rope a bit he ties them off to more rings in the floor. He hits a switch which lowers the end of a winch cable almost to her head then securely ties the ends of the front and back hip ropes. Sam now asks Kendall to lie on her back and, after confirming that she is ready, hits the switch. The winch pulls at her hips lifting them up and off the ground. He stops the winch when the ankle ropes are taut leaving Kendall completely upside down and spread… in the shape of a T. Sam calls on the two way for Colleen then finishes Kendall’s bind by pulling the wrist rope until her arms are straight back then securing to a post. He bends down, gives her a little kiss and installs a ball gag.

As Colleen enters, Isabella, sweating like a stevedore, is squealing as Kristel brings on her third eruption with an electric wand. Gloria has switched to a dildo vibrator and Helen is begging her to remove it as she comes down from her first climax. Teri repositions so she can see all three victims as Colleen moves to Kendall. I have learned that Colleen too is very gay and very orgasmic. That is; she loves to have orgasms and she loves to give orgasms. She immediately begins to rub and kiss Kendall’s unbelievably accessible pussy then she picks up and lubes a dildo vibrator and slowly slides it down into Kendall’s wide open vagina. Because of her position the dildo stays in by itself leaving Colleen free to do other things. Kendall begins to moan and pull at her ropes just as Sam motions for me to join him. Damn! I would love to keep observing this.

Watching the three victims and their “masters” has got me pretty aroused but I am a little afraid of what the “high chair” might be. It turns out to be a metal pole, about seven feet tall, with four movable padded ‘arms”; two at waist height and two at shoulder height. Sam moves the two lower arms almost together then lifts me and sits me on them with my back against the pole. The cold metal makes me gasp. He moves my legs gently up, over, and behind the arms then he bends my legs until my heels touch my butt. Now, using two leather belts, he firmly binds my legs to the arms. He wraps two more belts around me and the pole, one at my waist and the other above my boobs, to pull me back tight against it. Now he swings the upper arms of the chair so that they are straight out and has me grab the ends with my hands. He uses four smaller belts to secure my arms to, and parallel with, the chair’s arms. Now he slowly swings the upper bars back, more and more, until my arms are almost straight back behind me. My moan tells him when to stop and lock them down. He now swings the lower arms slowly back until my legs are straight out to the side then he locks them in place.

Sam asks me if I’m okay and I say I am but, holy crap, I’m stretched tight! Now he puts a little cushion behind my head and then inserts a ball gag with extra long straps that go right around the pole. He pulls my head fairly tight against the pole and secures the gag.

I am now unable to move anything other than my toes and eyelids. As Sam calls for Penelope I feel myself dripping… and listen for the others.

I can hear the wood creaking as Kendall convulses against her ropes. I smile at the vision of her engulfed in the throws of yet another ripper. I can hear the muffled squeals and screams of Isabella and Helen as more of the girls have joined Kristel and Gloria.

I see Penelope walking towards me. Lovely Penelope. Petit Penelope. Penelope, who loves the whips.

As she lashes the whip across my open, indefensible vagina, I dream of the coming night with Kendall and pray that Sam will not forget me when he prepares the invitations for next year.

There were three things I was now absolutely sure of; one–he loved me more than life itself; two–he would never hurt me, NEVER…and three–he was a tricky little devil! Through my tears I said, “Tommy…there were no boys, were there?”

As he gently withdrew himself, he kissed me softly and whispered, “Of course not.”

I continued to sob as he undid the waist strap and, putting his arm around me to take my weight, removed the straps around my ankles and thighs. He held me steady while I regained my leg stability then undid the rope holding my wrists to the upright and moved me away from the T bar. As he moved to undo the straps on my arms I stopped him, “Tommy…can you just hold me…real close?”

He moved into me and enveloped me in his arms like a cocoon then I buried my face in his chest and sobbed like a newborn. He held me there for at least a minute then he said, “I thought it would make you happy…”

Still weeping and still nuzzled against him I answered, “I am so happy now, Tommy…You’ve made me happier than you will ever know.”

Again he started to remove the wrist straps and again I stopped him, “No Tommy…can you leave me tied…the blindfold too?”

I’m not sure if I would have been able to explain it, but I needed to be completely dependant on him…for at least a little while longer. I think he was a bit puzzled but he did as I asked and just removed the strap above my elbows.

Then I said, “What were you planning to do now, you know…after the scenario was over?”

“Oh, I thought we’d just snuggle on the couch for a while,” he answered, “Maybe watch a flick or something. I figured you’d want to rest.”

I said, “That would be nice but I have to go to the bathroom first…just number one but…I really have to go!”

He said, “Oh…okay, I’ll untie you for now…”

I interrupted, “No…I mean…could you take me…you know, keep me tied?”

Without speaking he kissed me again and carefully led me upstairs to the washroom. He guided me to the toilet and helped me sit, then stood patiently as I relieved myself. When I was done he took some tissue and wiped me and, as he washed his hands, I realized that this may have been the most intimate thing I had ever done.

Tommy then led me to the couch and, after laying himself down; he helped me lie on the inside, kind of half over him. I snuggled in close to him and, instantly, a wave of contentment washed over me. Nothing could hurt me now, not as long as I was here, with him. Then I said, “Tommy, can we leave the movie for now…I’d really, really like to know how you…”

He interrupted, “Now, there you go again! Trying to find out my trade secrets! But…since it’s your birthday…Uh, let me see…the ropes were just weighted with dumbbells and, once I had them looped on your wrists, the weights pulled them tight. The camera flash was just to disorient you…”

I asked, “Were they real boy’s voices?”

“Oh yes,” he responded, “the real McCoy…I went to the high school in Hazelton and spoke to a bunch out in the parking lot, sneaking a smoke. I said I was creating a radio play and needed some random recordings for background. I offered them twenty bucks each to read lines from my script.”

“Did they know what you were doing it for? How did you get them to say things like, ‘pull her panties off!’?”

He laughed and said, “No, no, they had no idea…I just made up stuff. I told some kids that they was supposed to be walking through a swamp and a buddy notices leaches on them so they say, ‘Pull ‘em off! Pull ‘em off!’ You see…they didn’t actually mention the word ‘panties.’”

“But they sounded so real and the responses were…”

He interrupted, “You’d be surprised how much you can do with as good computer and twenty five thousand dollars worth of recording equipment. I broke all the recordings down in phrases and sounds then created a menu that I could control with a remote. I just had to enter a code to get the right response.”

I asked, “What about the hands on my legs?”

“Movie props,” he said, “the kind of thing you see where limbs have been blown off. I bought two old ones and added weights so they would press down. I just kept them wrapped in hot wet towels ’til I need them. That way they felt warm and clammy.”

“But the hands on my nipples…I was sure that wasn’t you…and the finger…”

He laughed again and said, “Warm, wet, lightly corn-mealed latex glove with a bit of oil on the inside…so it wouldn’t feel like me…and the finger was just my little finger.”

Impressed, I said, “It must have been a tremendous amount of work for you, but thank you Tommy, it was amazing.”

“Believe me when I tell you, Alyssa,” he said, “it was my great pleasure.”

While he was talking he was stroking my breast and toying with my nipple so I repositioned a bit to give him more to play with then I said, “I love you so much, Tommy.”

I heard him say that he loved me too then, still tied and blindfolded, I drifted off to sleep.

* * *

It was at least two hours before I awoke, still lying beside him as he watched his movie. He noticed my stirring and said, “Welcome back to the land of the living…you were really out there for a while.”

“Well,” I answered sleepily, “I had a strenuous evening.”

I hadn’t been able to see the world around me, nor use my hands, since early evening and as soon as I tugged on my wrist binding…I was instantly aroused so I said, “Tommy…would it be okay if I got on top of you?”

“Oh, hell yes!” was his immediate response and I felt him pull his sweats down then he helped me straddle his legs. I inched forward until I felt his stiff penis on my pubes and said, “You’re already hard!”

“I’ve been kind of anxious for you to wake up,” he said, “I can’t tell you how sexy you look, naked, tied, and blindfolded.”

I raised myself up and maneuvered until I was able to slowly take him into me…then I said, “Let me do it, okay?”

He didn’t say a word; he just rested his hands on my legs. I was ready to come as soon as I started to move my hips against his, but I held back, trying to wait for him. He began to moan and push into me so I knew I wouldn’t have to wait long.

As though in slow motion, we exchanged fluids in unison. Mine was like a gentle shower; his like a warm, welcome drenching rain. I sank onto his chest and said, “I love you, Tommy and I belong to you…I wish I could show you somehow but…”

He interrupted, “If you could show me would that change things?”

Puzzled, I asked, “What do you mean?”

“Well,” he asked, “what is it you want to show me?”

I answered, “That I belong to you and…that I trust you…no matter what.”

“If you could show me all that, would it change anything for you?” he said.

I answered, “Well…yes! If I was sure that you knew exactly how I felt about you then…I think…I would be very happy.”

He moved himself out from under me so I was sitting on the couch then he sat beside me and said, “Okay, then I’m going to ask you to do something for me…”

“Anything, Tommy…anything at all.”

Quite seriously, he said, “Now, listen…don’t just say ‘anything’ okay. What I’m going to ask of you will be very, very difficult and you will have to trust me more than a little bit. You’ll have to trust me completely, unconditionally but, remember this; whether or not you do this thing will not change the way I feel about you one bit.”

Almost begging, I said, “I mean it, Tommy, I will do anything you ask. Please let me try.”

“Okay, then come with me,” he said. He stood and helped me up then led me out the back door. My bare feet could feel the asphalt, then the gravel, then grass, and lastly the leaves and brush of the woods. We walked slowly and he would tell me when to duck under low branches and hold some back to let me pass. We walked for at least ten minutes, turning frequently to maneuver around trees and shrubs. My back and legs were often scraped by branches and dense underbrush.

Finally we stopped and Tommy said, “I have to go back and get something so I need you to stay here and not move…even a little bit. You have to stand perfectly still; don’t even move your feet, okay? I won’t be long.”

I was cold and scared but I said, “Okay…I won’t move. Hurry back though, okay?”

I heard him move through the woods away from me and then he was gone. I stood there, naked, bound, blindfolded, and shivering, listening to the eerie silence of the night woods. Occasionally there was the snap of a twig or a small rustle in the leaves and my imagination began to run wild. Could it be a snake or a raccoon or a bear? As far as I knew there were no bears around here but…you never know! But I didn’t move…not even an inch. Finally, after about ten minutes, I heard the brush rustle as Tommy returned.

“You did real well, babe,” he said, “and now I need you to move ahead very slowly…that’s good…now stop. Okay, now just inch your way forward a bit until you feel the edge with your toes.”

“The…the edge?’ I said nervously.

He persisted, “I’ve got your arm so just move ahead a couple of inches more.”

Suddenly I felt my toes hanging over the edge of something and I began to shake in fear and fought to suppress my tears. I had never been that deep in the woods so I had no idea where I was. Was it a cliff or a bluff…maybe the gravel pit? I was so scared and I began to sob a little.

Then Tommy said, “Now, I’m going to let go of your arm and, when I say, I want you to take a big, giant step forward off the edge. Do you understand, Alyssa?”

I began to shiver; I was so deathly afraid of heights and standing on this edge, blindfolded…my fear was actually making me dizzy. Then Tommy said, “Alyssa, listen carefully…you don’t have to do this. I love you so much it hurts, and if you choose to walk away from this, my feelings will not change in any way. Do you understand that?”

Shakily I answered, “Yyyyes…I understand.”

I did get it…I could walk away from this and we’d just go back home to our soft, warm bed and we’d make love and go to sleep and everything would be fine. Or…I could do what he asked. I could trust him completely and unconditionally and step off this edge…I could trust him completely and unconditionally…completely and unconditionally…I stopped crying and said, “I’m ready, Tommy.”

He let go of my arm then said, “Okay, when I say, you take a big giant step forward…A big giant step forward…NOW!”

I started blubbering like a baby but, with knees so shaky I could hardly stand, I stretched my leg forward and stepped off the edge…

I hit the water instantly and quickly sank to the bottom but, within a second, I felt his strong hands on my waist and we shot back to the surface. I gasped for air and, through my irrepressible sobbing, I shouted, “I DID IT TOMMY! I DID IT!”

He moved me to the edge of the pool then helped me out and stood me on the deck. He wrapped a towel around me then used another to dry my face and hair, all the while I kept repeating, “I did it! I stepped off the edge!”

He removed my blindfold then put his fingers on my lips and said, “Shhhh… You were amazing babe; that was one of the most courageous things I’ve ever seen.”

“No…I was so scared…” I said as he continued to dry me off.

“It takes a lot of courage,” he said, “to do something when you’re that scared.”

Tommy continued to dry me and I looked around and saw what he had done. He had scattered leaves and twigs in the form of a path leading up to the edge of the pool. We had just walked in circles for ten minutes, never leaving the yard. There were branches laying around which he had obviously scraped over me to make me think I was deep in the woods. Like I said…one tricky little devil!

Tommy helped me into a housecoat then, as we headed back to the house, I suddenly understood why Kristel had undergone the torment of the bullwhip…why she HAD to suffer that torture. We both needed to get to a place in our minds that would allow us to move on. I could do that now; the moment I stepped off that edge those two evil men from my past became vague, meaningless memories. I had enough faith in myself to trust my man, my Tommy, completely and unconditionally…I had stepped off the edge.

* * *

“Wow, Ally…I had no idea that Sam would need that kind of assurance from you,” I said.

“No, no, no, Sylvia,” Alyssa said, vehemently, “He didn’t need it…I did!”

I must have looked very confused because she immediately continued, “Don’t you see…he knew I wanted to belong to him…he’s known from the day we met. But, he also understood how bad it had been for me after the Bruce thing…and Tommy never faltered from the promise he made that first night…that he would help me get past it in baby steps…at my own speed.”

Still a bit puzzled, I asked, “So…you needed to show Tom…er…Sam that you wanted to be his…submissive?”

Exasperated, she explained, “No…it’s not like that. He doesn’t want a subservient; he wants…me! If he wanted me to be a total submissive all the time, I’d be fine with that…and I am when we do the ‘perfect slave’ thing but that’s the only time. The rest of the time he just wants me to be…me. Sometimes I wonder though, if he actually knows that I will always do whatever he asks without question. The reality is that I am, and will forever be, his property, and he can do with me what he wants.”

I could see in her eyes that she was serious and the fact that she belonged to him, so completely, gave her great comfort and made her the happiest woman I have ever met.

Just then, Sam knocked on the front screen door and stepped inside saying, “How come everybody’s in here?”

Alyssa stood, kicked off her sandals, and hugged him like he was just back from the wars. It occurred to me that, when Sam was around, Ally was almost always in bare feet. He would never have asked her to do that but sometime, probably just in passing, he must have mentioned that he liked her that way. As I watched them embrace…I slid my sneakers off and made a mental note of how I suddenly felt…sexier!

He was actually looking for Kendall, having promised to help unload the grain and I told him that she should be back any minute so, after another kiss to Alyssa, he went out to the barn then Ally sat back down and slid back into her sandals. Then I said, “So…it must have been a relief…that you didn’t have to prove anything anymore.”

She answered, “It was, Sylvia, at least…in a way. I was happy that Tommy knew for sure that I was his but, I have never lost the urge to prove it to him and, back then, as luck would have it, I got a real good opportunity the next night…”

* * *

After the pool thing we went upstairs and took a nice warm shower then, still naked, we lay on the bed; Tommy on his back and me across his legs…so I could play with his…uh…family jewels!

Earlier in the week he had received a strange invitation to a party from his ex-wife’s sister; someone he, and his ex, never got along with. Gently petting his penis with my fingertips, I said, “We should go to that party.”

Surprised, he said, “What…why? I can’t think of a reason why I’d ever want to see those people again.”

“Why do you suppose they invited you?” I asked.

Beginning to respond to my fondling, he said, “Mmmmmmm…you know…you’re making it a little hard to concentrate…but…uh…I don’t know why. I heard he sold his meat business so, knowing them, it’s probably an opportunity to rub people’s noses in it… you know, his new-found wealth.”

Tommy had always portrayed his ex sister-in-law, Roselyn, and her husband, Gunter, as pretty self absorbed and obsessed with making money; thinking of themselves as the centre of the universe. I started to kiss and lick his penis and said, “Are they aware that you became a multi-millionaire when you sold your business?”

Panting a little now, he answered, “…uh…no, nobody from that part of my life…mmmmm…knows anything about that.”

I took him in my mouth and began to move him in and out, sucking and fondling his throbbing member with my tongue. I stopped just long enough to say, “We should go…I think it would give you some closure,” then I dove back in.

Very close now, Tommy said, “Ohhh geez, Babe…that’s nice…I don’t think…I need closure…but, if you want to go…we’ll go…”

He pushed himself into my mouth as he came hard and I sucked like a starving puppy. I wanted to take everything he had…and then some…and I had to force myself to let go when he softened. We both slept like contented infants that night.

The next evening Tommy, dressed in black slacks, a nice black knit shirt, and a light leather sports jacket, waited patiently for me to get ready. Weeks before, I bought a slinky dress and that night was going to be its debut. I also ran across something I had hidden in the drawer…something I had purchased at the little sex shop on that day back in Philadelphia. Luanne, the girl in the shop, thought Tommy might have some fun with the device. It was a stainless steel, vibrating “egg” that slipped into my vagina and he could control it with a little remote. It occurred to me that it might be an interesting way for him to “signal” me if he needed something at the party.

When I had the egg installed…and tested…I went downstairs and, when I walked into the living room, Tommy said, “Hohhhhlllly shit!” His reaction told me I had achieved the look I was going for.

As he helped me on with my light trench coat he said, “You do realize that every guy in that house is going to pitch a tent when you walk in!”

I smiled, kissed him, and handed him the remote. He said, “What’s this?”

“Try it,” I said, “hit the ‘Low’ button.”

As I felt the light vibration in my abdomen I closed my eyes, tilted my head back and, “Mmmmmmmmmm….”

My eyes snapped open and my body jerked as he hit the “High” button and I shouted, “OHHHHHHHHH…!”

“Now, THIS could be interesting…” said Tommy, sporting that boyishly evil grin of his.

As we walked out, towards the ‘vette, he asked if I wanted to drive and, a little surprised, I said that I did. He had been showing me how to handle the four speed and all that power but…nobody but him ever touched the Corvette so this was pretty special. I managed to get one leg into the car when…”OHHHHHH…GEEZZZ…Tommy, you better not do that while I’m driving!”

When we arrived there were several cars already in the driveway and I backed in near the road so we wouldn’t get blocked then, as he knocked on the door, he gave me another little shot at “High” and my body involuntarily jerked with the buzz. He chuckled a bit and said, “Just making sure it works…”

Our hostess, a smartly dressed, fifty-something, red head answered the door and invited us in. There were several people standing in the foyer and, after some introductions, Tommy helped me off with the trench coat. All went silent and all eyes, men’s and women’s, snapped to my boobs. The dress was a black, stretch knit tube that was essentially painted on to my body from just above my boobs to just below my bum, hiding nothing. The material kind of rubbed on my nipples which were clearly outlined by the clingy fabric and, as I kicked off my sandals, I noticed Tommy smile and shake his head a little. I was barefoot, wearing no bra, no panties…just the thin, shape-hugging tube dress.

They were using an indoor swimming pool room as a smoking area so I suggested that he go out and chat with some of his ex brothers-in-law and I would bring him a drink and cigar. He said, “You don’t have to do that…I can get the drink and…I think I forgot my cigars.”

I insisted, “Tommy please…I want to get you the drink and I brought a couple of your cigars. Now go please. Oh…and when you get out there, you can signal me by hitting the ‘Pulse’ button.”

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