Leather & Lace
Chapter 18 - Parties and Projects
By the White Knight
Sunday was a more restful day, as advertised Greg had lined up a Real Estate
agent to show us around. We drove up to Chappaqua and met Pat Greer at her
office, a cute little house that had been converted into a business space with a
tasteful sign out front proclaiming that it was a Prudential agency. Pat was
simply amazing, full of life and ideas she always had a bright smile ready and a
sunny outlook to present. Since Greg and I really had no preconceived ideas
about exactly what we wanted she took us on an all day tour of the area.
It seemed odd that she would spend so much time with only one client that really
wasn't at the point of buying, until she let slip the price range that Greg had
told her we were looking for. I looked over at him with a look that said 'how
can we possibly afford this', but he just smiled and winked.
We talked about the houses over dinner and both agreed that we didn't like the
wild new age designer looks with all there angles and projections, nor were we
crazy about the huge sprawling ranches that seemed to take 10 minutes to walk
from one end to another. The colonials were nice, but they were also so our
parents, that we really couldn't see ourselves in one. However, there was a
couple of reproduction Tudors that were really nice. These both had beautifully
landscaped properties that enhanced the package, especially as they were both
very secluded from there neighbors.
We laughed with each other as we both picked one over the other as our favorite.
As we walked through the lovely large cathedral bedroom we were led into a large
walk-in closet. It didn't look any different than any of the dozen or so other
closets that we had seen during the day until Pat pointed out one salient
feature. With a click of a recessed button a door popped open in the back wall
of the closet! Beyond the door was a wonderfully comfortable room that had been
converted into a private study. It was large and airy complete with two large
skylights that could be opened at will. The room itself was huge and despite
the fact that the roof sloping minimized that actual usable space, must have
measured nearly 20ft x 20ft. We were told that when the place was built the
contractor mentioned all of the unused space over the garage and the owner had
put in his own secret little hideout.
Greg and I couldn't tell Pat, but that secret little hideout would be a perfect
place for use to have our own private play area, alright dungeon, if you are
like Greg and prefer that term. The thought of having someplace that no one
could get to without going through our bedroom was very appealing. We both knew
that we would one day want to have children and the ability to slip out of our
bedroom and into our fantasy room unnoticed was a huge selling point! Even
before that if we had company over it wouldn't restrict us from our fun and
games. It seemed a much better idea than the locked room in the Thatcher's home
that was right in the middle of the basement. A basement that was often
frequented by their kids. Heck, how did Samantha get down stairs when she was
wearing a corset and heels? All I could figure was that there own fun and games
were probably limited to very select times when the kids were definitely asleep
or staying over at a relatives home.
I baulked over the nearly six figure price tag, but Greg told me not to worry.
He had done quite well as a director it turns out and was still receiving nice
royalty checks monthly from his many works. He also reminded me that his dad
would undoubtedly give us a significant present when we wed, which would put
quite a dent into the homes price tag.
That led me to think about my parents. Despite Greg's and his father's
enterprises being a tad off color, they could in no way doubt that they were
wealthy. I guess my mom should have been careful what she wished for, because I
seemed to have definitely found myself in love with a wealthy man. After my
parents got over the shock of where we had decided to make our careers, I was
equally certain that there would also be a large annuity coming my way from them
once we were married.
I slept that night in wonderful peace... that is until Greg slapped me on my
rump the next morning demanding his morning blow job! While I found my way to
the bathroom to make myself presentable, Greg jumped from the bed and headed for
the computer room. By the time I joined him there, he had gotten my picture
back up on the screen and just looking at my distended nipples made me wince.
He gave me his roguish smile and held up four sets of cuffs in one hand and a
blindfold in the other.
'Yes, Master', I responded with a huff as I complied with his circular turn
around motion. One set of cuffs were buckled about my wrists and locked behind
my back. The second set, which I had thought was for my ankles, were placed
just above each of my elbows. He attached something metallic to my right elbow
and then pulled this arm towards the opposite cuff. The strain on my shoulder
blades continued to increase until I heard the latch snick home. The strain
eased slightly as the D rings of the cuffs stretched a bit as my arms tested
there resilience.
'Hmmm, simply lovely darling', Greg told me as he turned me back around. 'You
do look so wonderfully fresh and innocent in your soft white frock.'
'Thank you my Lord', I said as I smiled and made a mini curtsy. Soft white
frock indeed! He must be in one of his English Lord moods I thought to myself.
The gown was pristine white, but the single shoulder Grecian style cut, the hip
length hem and the tight gathering at the waist could hardly be categorized as
innocent! Add to that the white seamed stockings and the marabou feather tufted
satin slides and the last think that would come to must men's mind was the word
innocent. Of course this was my Lord and Master and it was his game, so I
smiled even wider as I enjoyed my helplessness.
Licking my lips suggestively I asked, 'Is there anything that I can do for you
my Lord?' Greg nodded towards his lap that same grin. 'Oh my', I said in mock
surprise, 'I see your problem my Lord. Your manhood is so in need of my
services that it is popping out of the hole in your boxers like a rabbit out of
a hat!'
'Yes, wench, and yon rabbit is desperately in need of finding a warm moist
burrow dive into', he replied with gusto as his hands came up to grasp my waist.
As he help me to my knees, I pouted and complained, 'I would much rather have
rabbit and pussy play together, personally.'
'I'm sure that you would you lusty vixen', he said heartily as he slid the soft
leather blindfold over my eyes. 'However, I am the Lord and Master here and I
have decided that rabbit would much prefer to plunge into the warmth of your
burrow-like mouth and throat. Besides there was the little matter of a wager
that I do recall...'
How could I forget! Blow jobs every morning for the first week that we lived
together was my penalty for suggesting that he could not bind me in three
totally exciting ways with only what he could find within our hotel room a few
weeks past. I had lost that bet hands down, or perhaps I should say bottoms up,
regardless now it was time to pay up. 'You will have to guide me please my
Lord, which I am afraid will mean that you will have to take your hands off your
mouse... will that prove a problem?'
'Not at all oh helpless one', he called as his hands wrapped about my head and
lead me to his rambunctious rabbit. 'I've set yon theatre to automatically
cycle through each lovely portrait so that both of my hands would be at your
disposal.'
'How ooouuuttffuulll', I mumbled as my mouth slid open to accept his head. I
could barely believe the multitude of ways that he could come with to make me
totally helpless while I gave him fellatio. Once again I could see nothing and
my arms were painfully restrained behind my back, while he pulled my loving lips
up and down his engorged organ. Many a woman may have felt abused in such a
situation, but not me. I hummed in pleasure sending tingles of my joy into his
hard rod as I soaked up the exciting feeling of being totally under my Master
control.
His hands increased their grip and forced me to except an even faster pace. I
had become so used to blowing him, that I could let my mouth do its work, while
the rest of my body enjoyed the ride. I remembered talking about the freedom of
mind and body that could be achieved in yoga class, but this was one of the
first times that I found how it applied to my new life. It was such a glorious
feeling to be free of all my physical and mental constraints as my mind floated
in this new realm. Even when his head popped against the roof of my mouth or
hit the back of my throat the serenity of my alter world kept me calm and my
happy humming kept him excited.
In mere minutes I felt him burst deep down in my throat. The hot cum poured
down my open gullet directly into my stomach. Greg pulled me upwards so that I
only had half of him in me as the rest of his jism spewed forth. I sucked it
in, but I was sorry to feel that my state of tranquility had been lost. My
tongue wrapped around his receding pole as I bathed him of any remnants of the
experience.
'You are truly an amazing witch of a wench', he told me as he allowed me off of
his member. 'As you know I pride myself on being able to control the timing of
my orgasms and here you go throwing me all of schedule! That humming of yours,
combined with your flawless deep throats and the extremely beautiful pictures of
you flashing before me simply did me in!' As he removed my mask, I saw him
shaking his head. 'It seems that I am just going to have to train myself harder
and more often to get back to the level of control that I once prided myself
on... ah well, I suppose there could be worse things.'
His sigh of mock regret, broke through my own feelings of loss, from not having
rabbit within me, and forced me to laugh out loud. Greg wrapped his arms around
me and joined my laughter and then gently removed my bonds. The ache in my
shoulders relaxed as my arms were freed and I threw them about his neck. 'Worse
things indeed!' I said indignantly as I nibbled on his ear.
Another friendly swat on the butt got me moving to the shower. We washed up,
dressed, ate and still had time to brush our teeth before we left for the
office.
Work had become something that I looked forward to versus just another job.
There was always plenty of the day to day administrative work to keep my day
busy, but as I began to find where everything fit and the best ways to do things
this part of my function became less demanding. Even my new additional tasks of
managing the products room inventory and handling the tough customer questions
were now almost like second nature. As the partners became more comfortable
with me and saw my desire to take on more 'meaty' assignments they responded
happily by passing new bits and pieces to me.
Mr. Harrison was the first with his request for me to look at the application
descriptions on numerous of our toys and leather items. Most were merely copy
write jobs, where laziness had caused a word to be spelled wrong or put in the
wrong place in a sentence that totally changed the meaning of the instructions.
But every once in a while there was a question that truly was challenging.
Harry showed me a nearly a dozen letters complaining about our leather strap web
product. It seems that many of the ladies who had used this product, or were
forced into it by their dom, were experiencing pinching from the buckles and
straps. From the catalog I could see that the straps were meant to be used as
either a decorative leather web or to totally immobilize the upper body. Not to
mention the strap running between the legs that could be used to hold in all
sorts of interesting items!
While I was checking out one of the products from the product room, I noticed
that it was made for us by guess who... that's right Stanton & Son Enterprises.
So who better to help me 'test' the product than our new partner Greg Stanton?
Greg was with Mr. Harrison when I interrupted them with my request. The big lug
grinned from ear to ear while I felt my cheeks turning redder by the second.
Heck, I thought that I was over that, but despite my best efforts the heat in my
face grew and grew. Harry smiled and suggest to Greg that we use one of he
changing rooms in the models area for our 'product testing'.
Finding the models changing rooms empty we turned on the lights and went to our
work in a very professional way. Greg suggested that I strip to my bra and
panties so that the buckles would be up against skin and not material. Removing
my dress and blouse revealed one of my new matching sets, this one in burgundy
with white lace about the tops of the bra and the waist of the panties. The
garter belt also sported some of the delicate lace as its tight garters held up
my sheer nude hose. Suede pumps, also in burgundy, were the last thing left on
as we went to work.
Greg quickly set about attaching the straps which formed the collar, with that
done all of the other straps just hung down in front of me. Ordering me to put
my arms by my side, he began the process of binding my arms to my body. The
first strap above my breast which encircled my upper arms did not pinch me when
it was tightened. He even pulled it another notch tighter as I told him this
just to make sure. The next below my breasts, went around my arms a tad below
the elbows, again there was no pinching. The last encircling strap bound my
lower arms to my body a roughly the tops of my hips. Greg commented that he
would personally have added wrist to thigh cuffs to make sure the I didn't slide
my arms from beneath this last strap, but regardless there was still no pinching
from the buckles. Finally he pulled the chastity strap up between my legs and
buckled it home in the small of my back. The strap pressed tantalizingly
against my pussy, as my mind wandered to thoughts of its potential uses, but
again no pinching.
I closed my eyes for just a second, taking in a deep breath of the rich leather
smell given off by the straps. Letting my mind wander I experienced the leather
confining my body, firmly, yet in a way gently due to the supple material that
formed the straps. Greg's hands closed about my breasts and his lips began to
kiss my throat as he said to me softly, 'You see baby, Stanton Enterprises makes
quality products.' His fingers pinched at my nipples through their lacy
coverings. My knees nearly immediately felt weak as I leaned desperately into
his warm body.
Shaking my head I forced myself back firmly to my feet and said, 'Greg... or is
it Master, shouldn't we finish with our work first?'
Greg's hands moved back gently to cupping my full and eager breasts, 'Greg will
be fine for now darling and unfortunately we have yet to find the cause of all
of these complaints. Were there any specific's in the letters that would give
us more of a clue?'
Shaking my head no I answered, 'Most of the letters were short. They all,
except one, loved the product but complained about the way that the buckles
pinched. One did say that she was wearing it like a sexy S&M type teddy when
she had the problem, but most of the ladies didn't get into any detail at all.'
'I suppose that's not unusual', Greg opined as he began freeing me from the
straps. 'I'm sure that using the product versus describing how they are using
the product to an absolute stranger are two entirely different things.' With
all of the straps released he had me raise my arms, while he began re-applying
them. Without my arms being bound the top straps buckle was now directly
against the skin right behind my tender arm pit. The buckle didn't exactly
pinch, but when Greg cranked it up one more notch it was a near thing. The next
buckle was almost on my side and dug a bit into the taut skin at the top of my
rib cage.
The final strap bit into the soft flesh near the top of my buttocks, just over
the left hip. It seems that all of the extra length needed to encircle my arms
had moved the buckle far from the center of my back, which was causing the
problem. The strap buckled between my legs was the same as before as the buckle
at the back was mounted on a loop that could be moved along the waist strap into
just the right position.
It was a bit more uncomfortable worn this way, and yes there had been a few
minor pinches, but I still didn't see any real issues with the product.
Obviously neither did Greg who once again began teasing my nipples and kissing
his way up my neck. 'We are finished our test work, so I think we are entitled
to our fifteen minute break.' My will had been weak before and now it totally
flew out the door. His finger tweaking my nipples was driving me crazy and all
I wanted was to have him in me, driving into me, pounding into me...
I turned myself into his body and threw myself at him... literally. Putting my
arms around his neck, I jumped up and encircled his waist with my powerful legs.
Greg grunted from the impact, but his lips met mine hungrily as his hands moved
to support my thighs. While he held me I began to dry hump against his hips and
against the side of my thigh I felt his member respond. Removing one hand from
my thighs he began working the buckle holding the chastity strap between my legs
free. This done he pulled it out and let it lay uselessly over my thigh as he
started to pull at my panties.
'Bows', I said to him breathlessly. 'There are bows on either side.' His
fingers searched and found the twin bows on my left thigh and released them.
The soft material fell loosely across my crotch as he began working his zipper.
Before I even knew what hit me I felt him embed himself into me. I kissed him
hard as his powerful arms lifted my body up and down along his cock. Strong as
he was though even he couldn't keep that up forever and with a shock that shook
the room I felt my back slam up against the wall.
'Oooowwwwww', I screamed into his mouth as I worked hard to keep our lips
locked. The pain came from the buckles, as he pounded me into the wall each and
every one of them had taken a bite out of my tender skin. Using his mouth like
a gag, I continued to cry into it as his thrusts pushed me up against the hard
surface behind me. Tears formed in my eyes and trickled down my cheeks, but the
pain had now become fuel that was stoking my fire. I cried out in delight as I
came and Greg grunted as I felt him flex his hips and then he came also. We
shuddered as we held each other afterwards, nearly oblivious to the outside
world as we finally began to breathe normally.
Fortunately, the models area came complete with a large restroom, so we were
able to make ourselves presentable prior to going back to the offices. Greg
once again the loving gentlemen went back into the room to find my missing
panties and than generously re-tied them in place. I was happy to smooth down
my skirt before it all started over again. Mr. Harrison found us at my desk
with Greg leaning over me while I typed on the computer.
'So did you find the problem?' He asked.
'Yes', Greg responded while I continued to type. 'When the web is worn as
garment and not as a restraint the buckles end up in some pretty sensitive
places.'
'Which is especially painful when your partner is pressing you up against
something...' I heard the words slide from my lips before I had even thought of
saying them. I looked up at the two men and felt my face reddening once again,
so I quickly looked back to the monitor and muttered, 'Like on a hard rug or
something, I would imagine'.
Greg gently rubbed my shoulders reassuringly and covered up my gaff by
suggesting potential solutions. Harry listened attentively and concurred with
his second idea, then suggested that they call over to Stanton Enterprises and
talk to one of the designers to get their input. The two men walked off after
Greg gave me a last squeeze to my shoulders. I finished my letter to the ladies
who had complained, explaining that we had found the problem and were working on
a solution. For the time being though I suggested that if they were wearing the
web, to try to get their partners to agree to make love on a soft couch or bed!
Late that afternoon both Greg and I were asked to join Mr. Thatcher in his
office. He closed the door behind him and then he looked at Greg and said,
'Greg I have your dad on the line' as he pointed to the speaker phone, 'He wants
to speak to you.'
Greg face grew grave and concerned as he moved closer to the phone, 'Dad, are
you OK? Is Cassy OK?'
'Michael that was the worst introduction that you've ever given me', Mr. Stanton
growled over the line. 'I'm fine son, just fine. You're new boss suggested
something to me and than botched the opening that's all this is about.'
Mr. Thatcher looked unrepentant, 'I wouldn't say that it was my suggestion it
merely sounded like that was the direction you were obviously taking in the
conversation, Arch.'
'Alright, alright, forget it', Mr. Stanton said more softly. 'Greg it's just
that Cassy wants to have a party for her birthday...'
'No problem', said Greg as he glanced at me. I nodded yes and he added, 'You
can count on us'.
'It's a bit more involved than that son. You see it's her 35th and I want to do
something special for her and she asked me... well, it's not just any kind of
party...' Mr. Stanton's voice faded into the distance.
'Heck if it's a costume party or a surprise party it's no problem Dad', Greg
answered briskly. As for myself I was beginning to wonder what was making Mr.
Stanton so uncomfortable and just how this concerned Mr. Thatcher.
'Arch, maybe I should take over', Mr. Thatcher said. Mr. Stanton's agreement
sounded of relief and I looked at Mr. Thatcher's business-like face as he
motioned for us to sit down. 'Cassy would like to have a bondage party. It
seems that she has always wanted to be bound with other women, not sexually,
just helplessly bound in a group of other helplessly bound women. She told your
dad about this awhile back and he came up with the idea of making her 35th
birthday special by granting her wish. He asked Samantha and I to join them and
we have accepted. Now your father and I were on the phone talking about the
particulars, call it the rules for the evening and that's when he alluded to you
two.'
'I didn't allude to anything, Michael', Mr. Stanton said now that the ice was
broken. 'It just seemed to me that now that you two are a couple it would make
the evening a lot more fun for Cassy to have two women to be tied up with
instead of just one.' Greg looked over at me and I felt frozen inside. No
women, no group sex, no animals was my own mantra that began to play through my
mind. Greg was watching my face but before he could say anything his father
went on, 'Don't misunderstand you two, neither the Thatcher's or your mom and I
are into swapping and were not talking about having sex, just couples bondage.'
I was reassured by this, yet the thought of bondage without sex seemed
somehow... wrong.
Greg looked at me and I smiled and nodded, yes. 'Dad, Sharon and I would love
to help you celebrate Cassy's birthday', Greg said seriously. 'Mind you I
probably will find it difficult not to rescue her once you have her all tied
up... just like the old days!'
'You young whippersnappers think that you know everything' Arch said as he
couldn't help but laugh. His voice changed to a more serious tone, 'Now what we
are thinking about is some light bondage during the earlier part of the evening
in the living room. Dinner will find the ladies bound to chairs in the dinning
room where the gentlemen will be feeding their partners.
The finale is still being worked on but what Cassy has dreamed of is being
suspended helplessly among a group of women. One thing that I know about Cassy
is that despite being light as a feather she really doesn't like to be truly
suspended off the ground, also because of her size she has become very
accustomed to wearing very high heels.' Greg seemed to know something that I
didn't as he grabbed Mr. Thatcher's catalogue off of the table and began rifling
through it. 'So I suggested to Michael that Sam and she where ballet boots, to
give just that little bit of extra support that she likes. Samantha has agreed,
but Michael decided that the ladies should also be wearing corsets as it is one
of Sam's favorite forms of bondage. So the question is too you Sharon, would
you feel comfortable under these circumstances?'
I looked over at Greg who was holding up the magazine and pointing at a picture,
where a young woman was standing in a pair of knee high black leather boots that
laced up the front and boasted an amazing nine inch heel! Could I even stand in
a pair of nine inch heels I wondered quickly to myself? I shook myself
mentally. It didn't matter I would have the ropes above me to hold onto and
besides if Sam and Cassy could do it I could also.
'Sounds wonderful', I answered brightly, 'We'll be there with bells on... or
should I say I'll be there with boots on as the case may be!'
The men all laughed and I was gratified to see the approving looks that Greg was
giving me. It really wasn't all that hard of a decision to make though, as my
issue with groups really revolved around being used the way I had been when I
was younger. The fact that I would be on display once more before others that
reveled in binding women helplessly to their will in such a comfortable setting
as this one was easy to consent to. In fact I think that like Cassy, the
thought of being bound in a group of friends was actually very exciting!
As Greg and I drove home, my goodness I was already thinking of it as our home,
we talked about the party the entire way. We started out with the more mundane
issues of what clothes, lingerie and heels that I would bring with me to wear
during the evening, but the discussion soon turned to our feelings about it. I
opened up about how it excited me to think of being bound in front of the other
couples. Greg admitted that he was equally thrilled because he couldn't wait to
show off his own bondage prowess to these men that he had always thought of as
bondage masters. For him it was kind of like being a golfer that made it into
the Masters Tournament. He liked to think of himself as Tiger Woods and his
father and Mr. Thatcher being Arnold Palmer and Jack Nicolas, respectively, at
their primes. Having been bound by all three of them I smiled at his analogy
and agreed with it implicitly. My Master was going to kick there collective
butts... in a very nice way of course. Heck that's what family was for, right?
Over the next few days at the office things continued to move at a hectic pace.
Lucinda corralled me to help her with planning Leather and Lace's involvement in
the upcoming Bondage Convention. She had me begin by researching what was on
the web about this year's convention and also by looking back at the past years
conventions. My assignment was generally to look at how other companies like
ours had supported their products sales and to find ways to improve our own
methods.
Clicking on the conference web site I was pleased to see that our site was
listed second on the front page right below the BDSM Toy Chest. I had visited
that site before and knew that Summer, their premiere model, was a definite
draw. However I felt that our own company's models and galleries were every bit
as good or better. Lesser known sites followed those, but surprise surprise
there was a Fredrick's banner there also! Hmmm, even a pure lingerie company
could see the benefit of talking to this audience.
Reading the background material I was astounded by the numbers of patron's that
they were expecting to show up which were anticipated to exceed twenty thousand!
Dozens of bondage models and bondage sites were having live workshops at which
they would present "how to's" and there best works. There were also a number of
workshops that were looking for patron participation, which I personally thought
was very interesting. However, I couldn't think of any practical employment of
these events for our company.
The convenient link to the previous year's convention showed pictures of our and
our competitor's booths. Outside of our companies grotto type look with the
thick golden rope decoration we looked much like the others. Our wares were
laid out on tables, in glass cases or simply hanging from various walls about
the enclosure. My first thought was to spice it up by having a couple of our
models present to show off how wonderful our products looked gracing a beautiful
female form. I wrote this down as I thought how the models would attract more
patrons to our kiosk.
Then I clicked on a link that totally mesmerized me. Within the convention
there was to be a bondage competition with room for up to fifty couples to
participate. I looked at the pictures from last year's competition and was not
surprised to see that most of the couples were male / female with the male
dominant, but that there was also a significant sprinkling of female / female
teams. My, my, my, I thought, what must it have been like to be a part of that
menagerie?
My musings ended abruptly as I opened the rules to this year's competition. The
more I read, the drier my mouth became and the wetter my pussy. I had been
surprised that there were no male submissive teams, but reading the rules the
reasoning became evident. Oh, my god, it was incredible! It was like a Miss
Bondage contest! I fell back into reading the document.
2004 BONDAGE CONTEST RULES
There will be four events during this competition. The first three events will
be used to pick the six finalists. The fourth event will be used to pick the
winner and first and second runners up.
1. "Revised" swimsuit competition. As in the Miss America competition
contestants will walk down the runway and back, turn around fully and pose next
to moderator. Contestant's arms must be immobilized and set away from rear and
chest areas. Contestants will wear the following:
a) Classic corset, with push up half cup bra to show off nipples (waist
must be at least four inches less than starting size to qualify).
b) Alligator clips on nipples with dangling two ounce weights (provided).
c) Six (6) inch stiletto high heels (Pumps, sandals, mules; NO boots!).
d) Gags (Ball, Tape, Scarf, etc. - Contestants choice).
Grading Basis:
* Looks, posture, stance...25%
* How well contestant walks in stiletto heels...25%.
* Gag snugness and sound muffling capability. (Pull on weights or paddle bottom
to test, moderator decision.)...25%.
* How well contestants keep their faces either neutral or smiling (as much as
possible around gag). No tears or obvious discomfort showing due to clips or
other accouterments. Contestants are advised to practice quite a bit!...25%
2. Volcano Rock Walk. Event will consist of contestants walking across a
bed of hot rocks measuring approximately 20 feet long. (Note: Rock surfaces
never achieve temperatures of more than 150 degrees, less than hot cup of
coffee, reducing actual danger. While being uncomfortable it is relatively safe
and geared more towards spectator appreciation.) Contestants will wear the
following:
a) Body suit of contestants choice (Preferably metallic colors; gold,
silver, bronze, etc.).
b) Fire resistant slippers (provided to contestants for consistency).
c) Fire resistant tights (provided to the contestants for consistency).
d) Wrists will be tied to waist using leather belt and cuff arrangement.
Grading Basis:
* How quiet contestants can be despite pained peds...33%.
* How nimble / agile contestants show themselves to be negotiating the
rocks...33%.
* How exciting contestants can make it seem (i.e. Make it look like fun)...33%.
3. Gauntlet. Event will consist of Contestants walking between a double
row of their cohorts which will whip and paddle them. Implements will be
limited to switches, light leather multi-blade whips and paddles. Contestants
will wear the following:
a) Bra and Panties.
b) Six (6) inch stiletto high heels or satin ballet-like slippers.
NOTE: Contestants choosing to wear slippers will have their ankles bound with
only 10 inches of slack using leather ankle cuffs and chain. In this way
contestants will be forced to navigate the gauntlet at a slower than desired
pace, due to high heels or bindings. Contestants choosing heels will invalidate
the use of paddles.
c) Wrists will be tied to neck using leather collar and cuff arrangement
removing the ability of contestants to use their arms to protect their bodies.
Grading Basis:
* Completion of gauntlet without stumbling or going outside of the lane...33%.
* Keeping an erect posture, rather than a more crunched protective
posture...33%.
* How quietly contestants can take the dished out punishment...33%.
FINALISTS ONLY
4. Timed Bondage Events. All contestants must be bound in the following
positions.
a) Standard Hog-tie.
b) Pole-tie (either standing or kneeling).
c) Chair or Stool tie (either sitting or over)
d) Suspension tie (Upside down or right side up).
e) Elective (Contestants pick favorite bondage position. 20 minutes
maximum allowed setup time).
NOTE: Contestants will be allowed to dress in any manner they feel appropriate
(minimum bra and panties, crotch-less panties are allowed). Enhancements such
as gags or blindfolds are allowed in all events. Further enhancements such as
nipple clips, nipple rings, dildos, etc. can only be used in Elective event.
All bondage's (except elective) will use rope (manila, nylon or cotton is the
contestants choice).
Grading Basis: (A thru D)
* How quickly contestants and partner achieve bondage status...20%.
* How snug / tight is the rope work...20%.
* How appealing is the rope work...20%.
* How exciting does contestant look. (Happy, sad, etc. show of emotion)...20%.
* How does contestant look overall. Dress, enhancements and bondage statement
combined...20%.
Grading Basis: (E)
* How inventive is contestant elective bondage...20%.
* How snug / tight is the bondage materials (rope, leather, etc.)...20%.
* How appealing are the bondage materials (rope, leather, etc.)...20%.
* How exciting does contestant look. (Happy, sad, etc. show of emotion)...20%.
* How does contestant look overall. Dress, enhancements and bondage statement
combined...20%.
NOTES: This section is limited to Six finalists, due mainly to stage space
restrictions.
* Hog-tie will be performed on raised glass table (roughly two and a half feet
high) for best visual effect.
* Poles / Posts will be provided. Kneeling contestants will use telephone pole
type pole and will be placed on special two foot high platforms. Standing
contestants will use standard fence post thick poles.
* Chair or Stool will be anchored to wood bases. Contestants may request
either, but for consistency purposes they will be provided by contest. Chairs
are wooden with arms (colonial style). Stools are metal frame with padded seat,
four legged, approximately three feet high. Warning: Stools are not
recommended for bend over position (ankles bound to one set of legs and wrist to
other) if contestant is less than five feet tall!
* Eight Foot square box frames will be provided for suspension bondage. Frames
will include:
* Eight pulleys placed at corners, top, bottom, left and right sides.
* Pulleys will use cables with snaps connected to hand cranks.
* Contestants will provide all components of elective. (i.e. St. George's
cross, wooden horses or other specially created implements.
* Each contestant will be allowed 10 minutes to rest and change between events.
GOOD LUCK AND HAPPY BINDINGS!!!
INFORMATIONAL:
As a reference to contestants the following items used in this competition can
be obtained through the following vendors.
Corsets of the type used in event #1 and 6 inch heels are available through
Absolute Corsets, Xandria's Leather Collection, Michael Salem Ent., Inc. and
Dream Dressers, Inc.
Body suit (metallic colors) in event #2 can be obtained from Frederick's of
Hollystone. Provided slippers come in gold, silver, bronze, green and red.
Satin bra, panties and satin slippers in event #3 are available through Victoria
Secrets.
Contestant discounts have been arranged with all above mentioned vendors
excluding Victoria Secrets.
The Video "2003 S&M Competition" and pictorials of last year competition, which
ran in the March 2004 Bondage Life magazine, can be obtained through Unity
Communications.
Please call the number provided in the cover letter for more information on any
of the above.
HINTS:
The following is a short note from Barbara Betz, President of Unity
Communications and presiding judge at this year's competition. (The famed Jay
Leward and Simone Devlan will also be joining our judges this year!)
Dear Contestants,
Last year's competition yielded quite a bit of information which I am sure is of
interest to all of you. Getting to the finals was, as intended, a trail in and
of its self. The following are a few of the big winners and losers that the
2003 competition brought to light.
Lingerie was much preferred by the audience over the more traditional bra and
panties outfits. Debra Craig, the winner of the 2003 competition, wore a zebra
striped corset with matching stockings and high heels in her elective bondage
event. Baby Dolls, Teddy's and surprisingly long gowns with waist high slits
were also rated high on the audience questionnaires. Leather was less in
evidence than in previous years, with more of a move to softer fabrics such as
silks, satins and spandex. Leather still came on strong in the corset arena,
however, but it does seem that the soft feminine look is back in vogue.
Crotch ropes also caused quite a stir. Applause went rampant as the judges
tested the ropes for tightness and snugness. This also caused the rule change
allowing crotch-less panties in this year competition. Ms. Craig, a legal
secretary by day, wore ropes between her ass cheeks and vagina in four of five
bondage events. She stated, "The extra time involved was totally worth the
crowds appreciation and don't let anyone tell you the judges aren't swayed by
the crowd." I have to agree with Debra that the crowd does influence our view
of the contestants overall bondage statement, and therefore does have an effect
of our grading of the event.
The big losers last year were boots, especially the thigh high ones which were
predominant in earlier years. Many respondents to our questionnaire felt that
they detracted from the rope work and reduced the bondage statement. The big
winners in footwear were high heels and believe it or not slippers! Hence, the
change to this year requirements that heel height be increased to six inches
from previous years four and over inches.
As a last note on footwear, last year contestant Elsa Berg, put on quite a show
during the runway event in her specially crafted seven and a quarter inch spiked
heel pumps! She walked exceedingly well in these pumps with their incredibly
high stiletto heel's and actually made it look easy. Other contestants were
allowed to try to walk in them, but none were able to master the tricky heels.
I, myself, a person much accustomed to wearing five and six inch heels, could
not stand without help in them!
Finally, stockings hide many sins.... use them to your advantage! Those of you
wishing to use fishnet stockings look into the newest version of this tired and
true stocking. They are basically two stockings in one. A basic nude color
stocking covered with the fishnet stocking. These look much better than the
normal type and photograph very well!
Again I wish you all the best and remember even those of you who do not go on to
the finals, will have experienced the fun and excitement of this grand
competition!
Good Luck,
Barbara Betz, President
Unity Communications
After I finished, I buzzed Lucinda and asked if I could see her. She told me to
come to her office in ten minutes, so I continued to look at the pictures and
read about last year's bondage competition. Walking into Lucinda's office she
asked me if I was OK, because I looked awfully flushed.
'I'm fine mam', I answered as I knew that Lucinda preferred to be called mam at
work. 'It's just that I was reading through the materials that you asked me to
look at...'
'Ah, I see', she said with a knowing wink.
'... and I wanted to tell you some of my ideas', I added without rising to her
slight taunt. First, I told her about my idea to add models into the mix of our
kiosks and she thought that it was a wonderful idea. She even added that the
models would be happy to model specific items, excluding vaginal or anal
penetration if the customer agreed to pay for the item. Next, commented on the
fact that we weren't even listed as potential suppliers of product in the
contest rules. This resulted in her immediately picking up the phone and
tackling that situation. I sat quietly and waited until she was finished and
then popped my idea that we should have a have our own team enter the bondage
competition, explaining that it would be like car and oil companies supporting
the race car driver of their choice.
'Sorry, it just won't work', Lucinda told me. I asked for her reasoning and she
just told me it wasn't practical, when I continued to press the subject she
called in Mr. Harrison. In fairness to her she represented my case to Mr.
Harrison honestly and didn't add any of her own negativity, and he just sighed
and turned to me.
'Sharon, we've been over this ground before', Mr. Harrison began. 'The problem
is finding the right people to represent the company. We've tried approaching
some of the couples that have been involved for a number of years, but none have
been interested. We've also looked at having one of our models and a hired
bondage rigger become our spokes people, but to get far enough in the
competition to get our products and name noticed is unlikely with this kind of
team. You see they really need to be a unit to work together effectively and
just throwing two people together, would never get them past round one.'
Mr. Harrison shrugged his shoulders, 'So now you can see our dilemma. Yes, it
would be a great way to showcase our products by having a couple entered in the
competition, but coming up with the couple is the problem. If you can think of
a way to solve this I would love to hear it.'
The meeting broke up after that and I went back to my research. I still
couldn't believe what an opportunity that we were missing. Putting our products
on display before thousand and thousands of people that were our perfect
audience had to boost sales. I also knew from my own experience with clothing
that if I found a line that worked for me, I stayed with it, so if we could just
get them to try our products we could generate a potential life time of sales.
Once again I read through the contest rules, this time paying special attention
to what the contestants were supposed to wear during each event. This was my
third time through and each time the thoughts that raced through my mind as I
carefully read each line were like nothing that I had ever experienced before.
All of these submissive's were dressing and competing for the honor of their
Masters, to bring them happiness through their obedience which would be shown to
all the world and also for... themselves. I thought of this as I read the
account from the winner of last years competition. She was proud of herself,
just like an athlete who had won a great race.
I was doodling on the contest rules when Mr. Thatcher called me. He was over at
our photo agency which did all of our shoots and he was looking at setting up
our next years Valentine and spring issues. I knew all of this as I kept his
schedule so I wondered when he would get to the point. When he did I was taken
aback although I suppose that I shouldn't have been.
'You want me to model for the two issues?' I repeated dumbly.
'Yes, Sharon', he replied easily. 'We were talking about looking for a fresh
face and the first person I thought of was you.'
'I see', I said as my mind began to grapple with the situation.
'I was thinking purely of the lingerie part of the catalogue', Mr. Thatcher
obviously trying to make me feel more comfortable with the situation. 'The
Valentine's catalogue alone has dozens of special items with lots of hearts and
red in them which would go perfectly with your skin tone.'
By now I had pulled myself together. For sometime now I had been thinking of
what I would do when this call came and now it was time to implement my plans.
'That's wonderful, sir. Yes, I would love to model lingerie in the Valentine's
catalogue. However, I would also like to be considered for other portions of
the assignment also. Isn't the spring issue the one that we are going to launch
Mr. Stanton's new bondage furniture line?'
'Why, yes, Sharon it is', he replied. 'But in all honesty we were not thinking
of using models in those shots.'
'Mr. Thatcher I seem to recall being tied rather tightly to a so-called card
table of Mr. Stanton's firm design', I began slyly. 'Personally I can attest to
its comfort and also its ability to totally restrain me.' Finally I moved in
for the kill. 'Now, sir, don't you think that if your ad pictured me perched
upon that table perfectly immobilized that you would sell more of them?'
'Hmmm, by George you are right, my dear', he exclaimed excitedly. I heard him
telling the other people with him what was being suggested and flushed just a
bit when he went into graphic detail about how wonderful my bound breasts looked
mashed against the soft leather cover of the table. Then he was back on the
line, 'You are on young lady! The shot is going to be held about ten weeks from
now, I tell you exactly when as it is all settled. Thank you very much you
truly are a godsend!'
I was going to be a model! Not just any model but a bondage model! This was so
cool, that I couldn't believe it. I would finally experience what all of those
women who worked with Greg must have felt. With that thought I began to wonder
who would be the rigger for the shot. Would it be Mr. Thatcher himself, Greg,
or maybe even some else that I didn't know at all? Boy, I hope it was Greg that
would be great to be working with him... hmmm, yummy!
Looking down at the paper in front of me, I started reading my own doodling.
For each of the events I had listed outfits that I owned that would be perfect
for the competition. Including multiple idea's for the elective bondage
section. Even the finale was covered with the words in all caps and underlined
'SOFT LEATHER WAIST BUSTER CORSET' and next to it my own sketch of an hourglass
shaped figure with arrows pointing out the nipped waist.
That's when it hit me. Hit me like a lightening bolt. My breathing started to
come in short gasps and I felt so excited and scared all at the same time that I
wondered if I was having a heart attack. I was a bondage model, or at least I
was going to be one and Greg was a rigger, who better to represent Leather and
Lace in the bondage competition than the two of us? Oh God, could I do it
though? Put myself on display in front of thousands of people while I was bound
and heck, there was no pussy footing around this issue... tormented. I pictured
myself standing bound in my corset in front of a hungry crowd and immediately I
could feel my pulse quicken and my loins warm. Oh my God the thought was
exciting me beyond my own belief. Yes, yes, I could do this!
With that decision made firmly in my own head I began to think how to broach the
subject with Greg. With the exception of his agreeing to this party he had been
adamant during all of our discussions about bondage that he wanted to keep our
sexual lives to ourselves. He had told me about bondage groups that operated
about the country at which Master's could and did display their slaves to their
peers, but it just didn't interest him. The only person that he wanted to
display me to was himself, selfish is the way that he had described this desire
with a laugh. I hadn't thought much of the whole thing at the time because
there had been so many things for me to learn and think about, but now I
wondered if Greg would change his mind on this issue.
The entire drive home I fretted about when and how to ask him and each time I
worked up the nerve I backed down at the last second. Greg had me dress in a
long white night gown after I had worked out and showered. So I found myself
making dinner in my lacey peignoir set complete with a set of five inch spike
heeled satin slides with marabou tufts as I continued to gnaw at the problem. I
though idly that gliding about the kitchen in my high heels was becoming nearly
second nature. Greg was continually pushing me towards higher and higher heels,
so nearly every night and often during the day he would have me wearing heels.
Maybe that was my "in" I thought immediately. Maybe I could sell this whole
idea to him as him proving what an excellent Master and trainer he was! He had
told me countless times that he hated to fail yet at the same time loved a good
challenge, what could be a better challenge of his skills than this?
Greg told me that he wanted to practice for the party this weekend, so he tied
me to one of the armed dining room chairs. My arms were wrapped tightly to each
of the arms, by a continuous coil of nylon rope. My chest was bound with double
strands both above and below my breasts with a crossed "X" through the center.
The ropes binding my hips to the chair and those that circled my legs tightly at
knee and ankle caused my gown to billow about my gams. All and all I was very
comfortable, yet utterly helpless as Greg began to feed me.
As he finished feeding the both of us we talked as the candles burned lower in
their silver sconces. The dark wood of the table reflected a hazy form of the
small fire as I turned my gaze downward. 'Hmmm, Master, I had this idea today
that I think would really improve sales at L&L', I started hesitantly. Greg
immediately wanted to know what it was and I began my story by telling him of my
suggestion to Lucinda that we should get a couple to represent us as the Bondage
Conferences bondage contest. I explained how this would allow us to show off
our companies wares in a way that no other vendor would be able to compete with
and followed that up with my feeling that once a customer tried our products
that they would stay with us for a long time to come. He agreed whole heartedly
mirroring my first thoughts about what a wonderful opportunity that this would
be for the firm. Then I dropped the boom and told him about the conversation
with Mr. Harrison and why we had not been able to find a couple to sponsor.
Greg leaned back in his chair and swore, folding his arms his face clouded in
serious thought.
Timidly I said, 'I do think that I have found a way around the problem, would
you like to hear it?'
'Yes, sure baby', he said as his face opened up to a smile.
'We enter the contest', I said softly.
'Yeah, I understand that part. The company enters into the contest, but who are
we going to get to sponsor?' Greg asked.
'We, you and I, are the team that the company sponsors', I said even more softly
as I looked again at the fuzzy outline of the candle dancing on the table top.
'Are you crazy baby?' Greg asked me incredulously. 'Do you have any idea what
those couples go through to train for this event? No, of course you don't.
Listen honey, think of it like the Olympics of the bondage world. The teams
that compete at these conventions have been together for years and years. They
know each others moves cold, so that they are constantly assisting the other,
during each and every tie. Then they practice for months in advance to hone
their skills to there absolute maximum before they even think of entering into
this contest. Oh, sure there are always a few couples that just enter for the
pure fun of it but they are generally eliminated in the first round and I don't
think any of those walk on couples have ever made it to the elective rounds.
All that would happen if we entered would be for us to get eliminated early.'
Greg shook his head in the negative. 'No, baby' he told me softy, 'it doesn't
make any sense for us to compete.'
'Greg... Master', I pleaded softly as I leaned forward as far as possible within
the constraints of my bounds. 'I'm going to be a bondage model for the
company... and I love being bound by you... you are a rigger with years of
experience, couldn't you teach me?'
'Are you crazy?' he nearly shouted at me. 'You are so green behind the ears
that it's a wonder that plants aren't growing there!' He saw my face flush and
relented somewhat. 'Yes, you do have great potential and are absolutely
priceless to me, new comer or not, but teach you things that it takes years to
learn, in what... six weeks, nope it's impossible.'
'I thought that you liked a challenge... Master', I goaded as I looked him
directly in the eye.
He leaned over the table until our faces were nearly touching and gave me a
grave look, 'You are overstepping your bounds baby. I've said no and that is
that.'
'But...' I stuttered.
Greg left the room and returned with my new penis gag. 'That but is going to
cost you baby', he told me sternly. He held the penis to my lips and I opened
my mouth obediently. Angrily he pushed in the rubber rod until the leather base
mashed up against my lips. I began to choke as the rough head slammed into the
back of my throat and tears came unbidden to my eyes. I calmed myself as he
roughly buckled the gag into place along the side of my face. With that done he
began to remove all of my other bonds. 'You will clean up the table and the
kitchen and then meet me in the computer room. There I will remove your gag and
you will blow me. You will not say another word unless I specifically ask you a
question, for the rest of the evening. Do you understand?'
I nodded my head yes as I stood up and began to complete my assigned tasks. It
was very difficult to clean and pick up dishes and such as that involved bending
my neck. Each time I did that it would force the pseudo cock head to rub
against the back of my throat and make me gag. Once I learned to keep my neck
straight and bend my upper body from the hips to look downward, which was very
similar to what I had to do when wearing a tightly laced corset. Regardless,
once I had this trick down I could get back to the problem at hand, which was
how to get Greg to change his mind!
The next day dawned bright and clear, yet I was still no closer to an answer. I
shifted my body to let the hot spray of the shower play over my aching
shoulders. Greg hadn't been content with my punishment only lasting the half
hour or so it took me to clean up, so after his blow job, he bound me once again
before putting me to bed for the evening. The single sleeve arm binder that I
had been forced to sleep in had left my shoulders more sore than if I had worked
out with heavy weight for the whole night! With my ankles tied crossed I was
forced to remain lying on my stomach, which is a position that I hate to sleep
in. That combined with the uncomfortable arm binder had led to a night of very
little sleep and aching shoulders.
Stepping from the shower I toweled myself dry and began the process of dressing
for work. When I was just about finished, with only my earrings to apply, Greg
stopped into the room and crocked his finger in a follow me movement. I did so
and once again ended up between his knees in the computer room, sucking his cock
while he enjoyed looking at his pictures of me helplessly bound on the monitor
before him.
I was pissed to high heavens when I was done. Not, at blowing him, that was
kind of fun. No, it was my lipstick that ticked me off. I had just put on
L'Oreals Color Endure lip color, which was supposed to last eight hours, but it
hadn't survived even one blow job! You would think that those cosmetic
companies would be able to come up with a lipstick that would last through a
blow job, wouldn't you? Heck, most of there marketing people were probably
women so they had to know about the problem, so why hadn't they found a way to
fix it? The only product that came close was Revlon's Colorstay Overtime. And
now I wished that I had thought to wear it, so that I didn't have to totally
clean off my remaining lipstick and apply a totally new coat.
The ride to the office started out quiet, but then Greg began to talk. 'I may
have been a little hard on you last night, but I want you to understand that
when I say no that I mean no. OK?'
'Yes, Greg' I said evenly, 'I understand.' I didn't say that I agreed only that
I understood. You had to go with the letter of the law sometimes and not just
the intent if you were determined to get what you wanted.
'Good', he said satisfied. 'It is just that the amount of training that you
would need would require that we would basically have to do nothing else but
train for the next month or so. I'm not talking about just evening and
weekends, I'm talking about days too. That means we would have to quit working
to get enough time to train enough to get us to the point where we could be
contenders. Darn, I would even need the practice to get back up to my own peak
performance. I've been out of the rigging game for some time and being behind
the camera isn't the same thing at all.' Greg shook his head sadly.
Having him talking me through his thinking was a good sign. He was now at least
letting me understand where he was coming from and that meant that I still had a
chance. However I obviously had to be very careful in how I suggested any
changes. 'Greg, can I just ask one question?'
'Yes', he replied warily.
'If you had all the time that we needed do you think that it is even remotely
possible?' I asked very softly.
Greg grunted, 'I suppose that it would be possible.'
'OK', I replied.
'OK?' he asked.
'Yes', I answered him. 'That's all I wanted to know.' Greg grunted again and
mumbled something about troublesome submissive's as we turned into the parking
lot at work. I vowed to myself not to say anything else about the contest until
he brought it up again. With my last little comments I figured that he would be
stewing about the convention for quite awhile. Further I was going to keep the
issue front and center to Lucinda and the other partners so that he couldn't
help hearing about it. I smiled to myself and thought of what the lady at the
hardware store had said. She was right there were plenty of ways for a good
submissive to influence her Top!
Work continued to be a pleasure, but Greg and I did run into one personal snag.
We had been trying to get ballet boots for this weekend's party, but we weren't
having any luck. The product closet only showed samples and even if I wanted to
wear them they were three sizes too large. Even a desperate call to his Dad had
proven useless, it seemed that all of these boots were custom ordered and came
from overseas. He did have a pair of thigh high's in white patent leather that
were coming in for another customer that he could divert to us, but Greg thanked
him for the thought but refused. First off he didn't want to risk a $500 sale
for Stanton Enterprises and second he didn't like the way white would look with
my red and black corset.
Lucinda saved the day later that afternoon. She came by with a large white box
which she placed on my desk. I looked up from my computer screen and she smile
down at me. 'Ah dear girl' she said smoothly, 'I've heard about your problems
with getting boots for Greg's father's party and I thought that maybe these
would help.'
I opened the lid of the box and pushed aside the soft protective tissue paper.
I gasped and stuttered, 'My goodness, they are absolutely stunning!' Inside the
box was a pair of candy apple red patent leather ballet shoes. The shoes looked
very much like a ballet slipper perched upon a stiletto heel and thoughtfully
provided numerous straps to hold restrain the heavily arched foot into the shoe.
Across the instep were a crossed set of straps and around the ankle was yet
another strap, both closed with shinning silver buckles. I finally pried my eyes
away from the incredible heels and beamed a smile at Lucinda. I began to
stutter a vote of thanks then gave up and just leapt from my chair and hugged
her. 'Thank you', I breathed into her ear. 'They are just perfect for the
party.'
Greg's eye had been caught by all of the commotion and soon he was over admiring
the ballet heels also. 'There wonderful Lucinda', he echoed my emotions, 'but
where did you get them?'
Lucinda gently broke away from me and made a dismissive gesture with her hands.
'It was nothing. I know that you were looking for boots, and I just thought
that while these aren't exactly boots they would still fit the bill for you
party plans.' I had picked up one of the shoes and murmured to Greg that I
would never be able to walk in them. Greg just smiled, but Lucinda answered
first, 'I could train you to walk in them... if you wanted. Not by the Friday,
but perhaps you would like to learn in the future.'
Before I could answer, Greg smiled and said, 'I think that I'll be training the
lady for sometime to come, but thanks again for the shoes... and the offer.' He
paused for a minute and asked again, 'But where did you get them? Heck even dad
couldn't get me a pair in time.'
'Oh, I had had them made for a young woman that I thought would enjoy working
with me. But I was mistaken, so I was never able to gift her with these. Now
at least they won't be going to waste.' Lucinda said lightly, but there was a
gleam in her eye that seemed to be saying something that her words were not. I
shook it off as she left and Greg and I went back to discussing the wonderful
heels.
The remainder of the week went along smoothly. I continued my silent campaign
to influence Greg to change his mind, by mentioning different tidbits to each of
the partners about the conference and the people participating in the bondage
contest. I mentioned how a number of the contestants last year, though not
aligned to any companies products, had still plugged many of these companies
when they described their activities in each of the events. Mr. Thatcher even
went as far as to say at a group meeting that it was a shame that we didn't have
a couple that we could sponsor for the competition as it would really boost our
sales. Lucinda agreed and then she and Mr. Harrison ran through the issues,
once again, for all that hadn't heard them previously. Greg gave me a
questioning look, but didn't say anything to me about it.
The only question that I did ask him about as we practiced for the parties
activities one evening was if he remembered his vow that I would be given "one
unconditional decision" in our relationship. In essence I had won it as payment
from the bondage challenge back at the hotel a few weekends past. Oh, I had
definitely lost my bet, where I had said that he couldn't come up with three
exciting bondage sessions with only what was in the hotel room. My Lord, I had
lost it big time! There wasn't one of the three bondages that didn't have my
heart pounding and make my pussy beg for attention! Hmmm, just thinking about
that weekend made me hot... Yes, I had lost, but being such a loving Master he
had granted me my wish as if I had won.
Fortunately, Greg remembered it well. After reminiscing about the incredible
sex and bondage he told me that he still was on board with his decision. Of
course, I should have a say in where we buy our house, the decor or some such
decision and yes, I still had my one "unconditional" pass to be used as I
desired. He tried to find out if I had chosen my topic for my "pass", but I
maneuvered the subject back to the party until he was totally distracted. Oh, I
had no doubt that Greg would honor his promise, but I needed him to honor it
body and soul because I could see that what we faced was no simple task. To
gain this commitment I really needed him to decide that it was the right thing
to do all on his own. Of course a little push in the right direction never
hurt!
Cassiopeia's Party
The evening of the party found me carrying two cases out to the car. One was
laden with lingerie, stockings, panties and of course my corset and the other
contained a host of heels, slippers and my new ballet shoes. Greg was hefting
his bag of tricks, which he had paired down significantly so it would fit in a
leather shoulder bag that was the size of a small duffle. I couldn't imagine
what he thought that he needed to bring that would be taking up so much room.
Heck, rope, cuffs, and gags just didn't take up all that much space, but it
wasn't my place to question my Master so I let it slide.
On the drive over Greg began a running commentary reminding me of all of the
things that I should be doing as a proper submissive during the evening. He
went on to outline how to aid him by moving my body in the proper directions at
the proper times while he was binding me. Greg specifically wanted to be first
to finish in any of these sessions where the three men would be binding up their
lovers simultaneously. He had been over all of this ground before when he was
practicing tying me up, but he seemed intent on showing his father and Mr.
Thatcher that he was as good as them and if all went perfectly, that they would
acknowledge him as the 'best'.
'For someone that doesn't want to be in a competition, you seem really
competitive about a simple party', I said lightly with a slight smile just
cresting my lips.
Greg looked over at me for a second and frowned, 'I realize that that little
quip was directed at the bondage competition, but I'm going to let that slide
for a minute.' He looked back to the road as a smile spread across his face.
'Yes, I am competitive about this party, because to me this is like getting into
the worlds series for the first time. Dad has been my hero for years and years.
Sure I rebelled a bit in order to find out who I wanted to be, but I never
thought that he wasn't a good dad or for that matter a top notch Master.' His
face turned thoughtful before he went on. 'It was dad's relationship with Cassy
that taught me what it was to be a Master. Dad and I didn't talk outright about
it, except for a couple of times over too many beers, but Cassy and I talked
about it quite a bit.' He smiled over at me. 'So now I just want to show him
that I've mastered his example and have moved on to gain even greater heights.'
'Wow', I said in surprise. 'That's quite a load to put on your own shoulders
for a simple party!'
He laughed, 'No problem baby, it would take a small miracle for either of those
gents to beat an ex-rigger.' Greg turned serious once more before continuing.
'Now, as to us competing in the competition at the convention, I have been
thinking about it and I do see your point. I'm still working my mind around the
issues involved in even attempting such a thing, but I am rescinding my command
forbidding you to talk of it to me. Would you like to talk about it now?'
'I'm... ah...' I stumbled for words. I hadn't expected this change at all. I
shut my mouth which was hanging open like a hooked fish pulled out of the water.
Nothing I could think of to say at the moment would help change his mind, so I
did my best to be pleasing. 'No, thank you Master. I appreciate the offer but
I think that we have enough on our plate for the moment with wining you your
wings at this party. Afterwards, if you wish, we can talk of it.'
Greg pulled into his parent's driveway and after bringing the car to a stop,
looked over at me. His eyes were burning, but not with anger. No they were
burning with what I could only classify as desire or perhaps love. He stroked
my left cheek gently and then began to softly run his fingers though my hair.
'You've truly taken to this life like a duck to water, haven't you?' He asked me
in a way that needed no answer. 'You are my perfect princess, my perfect lover
and it makes my heart leap when I think of you as my perfect love slave. For
though your are a babe in the woods in this world, it is as if you have found
yourself, for not even someone experienced in this life could have said that any
better than you just did.' He leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips.
'You do me proud baby.'
Tears of happiness welled in my eyes and I blinked them back as I whispered
huskily in the only voice that I could manage, 'Thank you Master.'
Cassy and Sam greeted us at the door they were still in their street clothes
also, which made me feel right at home. Cassy shrieked as she hugged me, 'Isn't
this great! That bum of a husband of mine only told me this morning, but I do
love him dearly for setting this all up. This is going to be so much fun!' I
don't know what she was like as a teenager, but with her small elfin frame and
with the words flying out of her mouth in that happy / excited way she
definitely reminded me of some of my friends from those slumber parties of long
ago. Each of the women grabbed one of my bags in one hand and then braced me on
either side as they led me upstairs to the master bedroom.
I gave Greg a last look and shrugged my shoulders at him in resignation as they
dragged me off. He just smiled and gave me a wave as his father put his arm
around his shoulder and a drink into his hand.
Walking into Cassy's bedroom I couldn't help but gasp. The room was filled with
lingerie, gowns, corsets, shoes, boots and slippers. They were hanging from
doors, lying on the bed, over bureaus, heck they were everywhere! 'My
goodness', I said finding my voice. 'It's pretty easy to see what companies
your husbands work for!'
'Oh, this is just the tip of the ice berg', Cassy said in that southern drawl of
hers that I found so difficult to associate with her euro-Asian looks. 'Arch has
given me enough lingerie over the years that I could wear a different piece
every night and still not have worn the same one twice for an entire year!'
'Michael is the same way', Samantha added. 'Yet somehow he remembers every
piece, because every once in awhile he will ask me to wear some obscure outfit
that I hadn't worn in ages!' She waved to the left. 'Now, my stuff is over
here to the left and Cassy's is draped across the middle of the room, leaving
you the chaise lounge, the vanity and a couple of chairs.'
'Will that be enough room honey?' Cassy asked in a concerned voice. 'I could
always move some of my things.'
I laughed as I held up my one bag. 'Ladies, I barely have a dozen outfits with
me, a few of which are so revealing that they hardly take up any room at all, so
I am sure that that there will be plenty of room.' In minutes we were all
laughing together while we unloaded my small case. The women, gave out some
'ews' and 'ahs' and gabled about some of the items that we all had in common.
It didn't surprise me to find that they had some of the same outfits as me, with
such large collections how could we fail to have a number in common. What did
surprise me was that both women had every one of the outfits that I had brought
with me!
'This is great', Sam and Cassy cried together. 'We can all wear the same
outfits or at the very least very similar ones, in different colors, when our
Lords and Master decide what they want us to wear!' We finished arranging all
of my outfits across the lounge like couch in the corner of the huge room and
lined up my even larger selection of heels and slippers beneath it. Cassy loved
my leather kid skin slippers and we exchanged vendor names as she told me where
she had her custom satin slippers made. Samantha was much more into high heeled
satin slides than the soft ballet slippers as she said that her husband simply
had to have her in heels during a session. 'Oh and he just delights in tying
them to my feet', she laughed as she held up one of my marabou feather tufted
satin slides. 'It's as if he really believes that I would take them off if I
had the chance. Why would I want to do that?' She asked us, to which we both
just shook our heads in the negative. 'Exactly, my thoughts' she exclaimed.
'It makes him happy and he makes me happy, so why would I want to upset the
apple cart?'
'Ah', Cassy said with a smile. 'Perhaps it is not that he doesn't trust you,
but more that he just likes to tie the sandals to your feet!' She lifted the
hem of her skirt to show the distinct lines made by tightly applied rope
circling her upper thighs. 'Just this afternoon, while we were playing, Arch
tied my thighs together at nearly crotch level. Now there was no way that I was
going to escape after he had me tied at the ankles, and above and below the
knees. So the additional bindings at my thighs were put there just because he
wanted to and... of course... because he knew that he could do with me whatever
pleased him!' Cassy smiled and licked her lips like a cat. 'Yummy, thought
isn't it!' We all laughed together and then told similar stories like girls at
a sorority party.
As we were chatting away happily, a buzzing sound filled the air. Cassy rose
from the chair which she had been sitting in and went over to the intercom built
into the end table next to the bed. 'Yes Sir, what can we do for you?'
Mr. Stanton's voice came through the twin speakers remarkably clearly, 'We are
ready for you ladies to come and join us', he said jovially. 'In fact if you
would be so kind as to all come dressed in baby dolls, stockings and heels it
would be greatly appreciated.'
'Yes Sir', Cassy answered her husband deferentially. 'We will be there as soon
as we are decent. Opps, or perhaps I should say as soon as we are indecent, as
per your gentlemen's wishes!'
We could hear all of the men laughing through the speakers and then Arch said,
'That will be fine tinkerbell. We will see you shortly.' The sound of the
men's voices cut off abruptly as we both stared at Cassy in askance.
Cassy blushed and then blurted out. 'He thought that I was petite and magical
and I always wore those little satin ballet slippers so he named me tinkerbell.'
We both began to laugh and she got even redder, 'What, your Master's didn't give
you slave names?' She was obviously a bit angry and I didn't in anyway want her
to feel that way.
'Oh yes, Cassy', I answered her swiftly as I wiped the smile off of my face.
'Greg just gave me my slave name... although I like to think of it as my love
slave name... I'm baby.'
'Michael named me angel years ago', chimed in Samantha. 'Though he swears he
should change it to vixen sometimes!' That broke the mood and we all looked
from one to the other and than in unison circled into a big group hug. I loved
being Greg's love slave, but there was something really special about feeling
that I wasn't the only one. Knowing that Sam and Cassy loved and were loved by
their Masters / husbands removed the last vestiges in my mind that I was perhaps
doing something wrong. Conversely, as we broke our hug and I looked into my
sisters in bondage eyes, I had never felt so at peace and assured of my new
position in life.
Cassy, being the eldest, took charge at that moment. She turned to me and said,
'Why don't you pick the outfit honey and we will copy you.'
I had already been thinking of just what baby doll to pick, knowing how it would
thrill my master. I picked up one of the baby dolls off of the chaise lounge.
'This one would be perfect. Greg loves seeing me in red', I told them as I held
up a velvet red mini-gown, 'and with white ribbon trim it will go perfectly with
my white fishnet stockings and my red patent leather sandals.' I slid out of my
clothing in seconds letting it pool by my feet and then shimmied into the sexy
night gown. The top was too tight and padded which forced my breasts together
and upwards creating a lovely bit of cleavage between my smooth twin tanned
mounds. I unraveled the fishnets swiftly up my legs and clamped them solidly
into pace with the red garters dangling from beneath the flowing hem that
circled my hips. While I worked on the front clasps I felt Cassy and then
Samantha working on the opposite garter clasps at the back of my legs. The two
of them then went to work straightening out the seams that were always such a
pain when you had no one to help you. I can't remember how many times I had
been bent over nearly double in recent weeks, looking at a full length mirror
from between my legs while I worked feverishly to make sure the stockings seams
were straight. Having Cassy and Sam's help it took only seconds to achieve what
often took me up to ten minutes! I picked up a pair of crotch-less red lace
panties in one hand and my pair of spiked heeled sandals in the other and went
over to the vanities chair.
'My, my, my', Cassy said with a smile of approval. 'You are really starting out
will all the big guns aren't you!'
'Hugh, what do you mean?' I asked innocently.
'Well, unless I miss my guess that baby doll is a size too small which is what
is making it squeeze and shape your bosom into that shape that is bound to make
grown men drool in delight.' Cassy said nonchalantly.
I blushed a little as I looked down at my breasts. She was exactly right, it
was a size to small and I knew it when I picked it out. No, it wasn't the most
comfortable fit, but the effect it had on Greg's libido was well worth a little
discomfort. Besides, I had no intention of sleeping in this gown as its job was
to fill a much more interesting need in my wardrobe.
Cassy continued before I could say anything. 'Oh and those panties... hmmm,
hmmm, hmmm.' She grinned at me like a small feral feline and I knew that
something was expected of me, but I couldn't figure out what.
Samantha hopped on the bandwagon, 'Oh and those six inch Exposed sandals.
Couldn't have started out those five inch red satin slides with the puff of red
feathers, hmmm?'
At first I was wondering if I had done the right thing by picking out my outfit
without their input, but then I saw them giving little secret glances to each
other. They were pulling my leg! The little imps! I put the heels down at the
foot of the chair and stood up straight until my full five feet seven inch frame
was towering over them. In clipped tones, straight from my old sainted grammar
school principle I told them, 'My master loves to see me in red and white. They
are two of his favorite colors and I love to please him, hence my choice of
colors. The open crotch panties are because he likes to have me available to
him at anytime and while I know that this isn't a sex party, I don't see any
reason to take that liberty away from him. As for the heels...' I couldn't
help myself and broke down into strangled laughter. I continued in a light
laughing voice... 'As for the heels, well they are the only ones that high that
I can walk in without killing myself!'
We all laughed and Sam shouted, 'You go girl!' I guess it had been a kind of
initiation test. Cassy and Sam had probably known all of each others secrets
and now they had this still wet behind the ears newbie to play with... me.
Cassy opened her arms and I moved into her hug. She was surprisingly strong as
she pulled me to her and buried her chin into the top of my breasts. 'Oh, you
and my Greg are going to make a fine pair! That spirit of yours will keep him
coming back for more time and time again, I will guarantee you that!' She
stepped away from me and I could see that there were tears in her eyes as she
looked up at me. 'I guess that I am going to have to stop thinking about him as
my Greg, aren't I?' She asked me softly and I nodded my head yes, in agreement.
Reaching out her hands, I met her half-way and our fingers intertwined as they
met. 'I was never his mother, because that part of him died in that terrible
auto accident, but I have always loved him like one.' Her eyes pooled with
water until finally the tears ran down her cheeks. 'You know he still calls me
from time to time and let me tell you that that boy loves you like he has loved
no other.' I felt my own eyes tearing. I already knew that Greg loved me, but
knowing he told Cassy was really special. 'Now I know I'm not really his
mother, but I couldn't be anymore happy for the two of you if I were!' We
hugged again and I found my own tears cascading down my cheeks as I thanked her
and told her how happy her acceptance made me feel.
Thank God, for Samantha. She hugged us both and brought us back to reality.
'Ladies, times 'a wasting and our men folk are expecting us down stairs pronto.
So we had best put a wiggle on, especially with you two having to fix your
makeup also!'
Cassy led the way into the living room where the men were standing around the
wet bar conversing. I smiled in delight as I saw them all look up in unison as
we sashayed into the room in size order. As we had discussed Cassy reached a
point about six feet from the men and stopped in place. There she spread her
legs and planted her hands on her hips as Samantha moved to her left and I to
her right and completed the same maneuver.
Cassy's baby doll was hunter green with white trim, which really worked with her
dark hair and petite euro-Asian features. She also wore suntan seamed stockings
with her white patent leather sandals. Sam wore the same outfit in maroon with
black lace trim and black textured stockings that were covered with woven roses.
This worked well with her auburn hair and she wore her Exposed sandals in black
patent. We stood there not saying a word, simply smiling at our respective men.
'My, my, my, Michael I thought that you cancelled the call for those high priced
hookers', Arch said with a chuckle.
'Oh, but I did, Arch. These lovely ladies must be our lovely ladies. Don't you
think so Greg?' Mr. Thatcher said playing straight man to Mr. Stanton
perfectly.
'Oh, I certainly hope so', responded Greg earnestly. 'Otherwise I would be
diving behind the bar because I would have thought that we were be being
attacked by the fembots!'
The men laughed at my man's lame joke regarding the latest Austin Powers movie,
but looking over at my girl friends I did realize that all we needed were the
feathered tufted slippers to qualify. In seconds, I was in Greg's arms and he
was hugging me and running his fingers through my hair. 'You are absolutely
gorgeous', he whispered in my ear as the other men greeted there wives in
similar manners.
Greg's dad stepped back from the group and began in a loud and happy voice,
'Thank you all for coming to Cassy's birthday party. I won't boar you with how
old she is but I will say that everyday that I have known her she has brought
nothing but happiness and tranquility into my life. She is the sun and the moon
to me and is the Goddess of my dreams...' You would think that being dressed as
she was in front of a room full of people that she couldn't get anymore
embarrassed, but none-the-less Cassy blushed deeply at her husband and Masters
words. '... and because she is so special to me I wanted to find a way to show
her how I feel. Cassy has been telling me of her dreams of being amongst a
group of intimate friends where she is bound along side of other ladies, so this
seemed the best way to make her fantasies into reality. Hence our first,
hopefully annual, bondage birthday party was born.' He turned to his wife and
bowed, 'Is there anything that you would like to add darling?'
Cassy walked directly up to Mr. Stanton and even with her six inch heels needed
to stand on tip toes in order to give him a happy peck on the lips. 'Thank you
Archibald', she said in her very southern accent that could at times seem a bit
disconcerting coming from her beautiful Asian features. 'This is one of the
happiest days of my life and you do me a great honor by deigning to make my
dreams into reality.' She lowered her eyes and continued, 'With that said Sir,
I believe that it is time that we start our little games so where would you
gentlemen like your willing servants to start?'
'We will be starting with hors d'oeurves first, which will be served at three
different stations. In order for you ladies to each be able to sample each of
these snacks we will be playing a sort of round robin type of affair. Once you
have been bound at a given station, you will remain bound for roughly a half and
hour, while we gentlemen feed you the prepared delicacy. Then you will be
released and moved to the next station to be bound, this will continue until
each of you has been able to taste each of the three types of treats.'
'After our snacks and conversation we will adjourn to the dining room where you
ladies will be bound to your chairs and fed by your loving and indulgent
Masters.'
'The finale of the evening will be the bringing to life of Cassy's dream where
you lovely ladies will be bound and suspended in the playroom, which is better
known to some of you...' I noticed Arch looking directly at his son Greg who
smiled back at him '...as our private dungeon.'
Arch turned to his wife and asked, 'Does this all meet with your approval
tinkerbell?'
Cassy had a huge smile on her face, but she kept her voice meek as she
responded, 'Oh, yes Sir. Thank you very much.'
He hugged his lovely wife and then took her hand and walked her over to a well
padded lounge chair. Michael took Sam's hand and walked her over to a padded
bar stool. Greg came to me, smiled and held out his hand. I put my hand in his
strong palm and he led me over to Victorian style love seat.
I had noticed that Samantha also referred to Michael as 'Sir' and this begged a
question. 'Do you wish to be called Sir or Master tonight, Master? I ask
because the other ladies seem to be calling their gentlemen Sir.' I asked with
my eyes appropriately lowered.
'When in Rome baby...' he replied with a chuckle. 'Yes you may refer to me as
Sir tonight. Although I do much prefer to be called Master, so this is only for
this special occasion.'
'Yes Sir', I replied happily, feeling now much more like one of the girls.
'I'll be hogtying you with a crotch rope so be a good girl and lift up your hem
so I can put the noose about your waist,' Greg ordered me.
I knew that he wanted to be first in every tie, because he wanted to show his
dad and Michael just how good he was. He had talked about this at length so I
responded as quickly as I could, pulling up the hem of my short gown to offer
him the soft firm flesh of my belly. The folded rope was passed about my middle
and the ends fed through the eye, which he tightened so that it resided directly
below my belly button. The twin ropes slid between my legs and I felt him slip
the ends under the rope at my back.
He left the ends hanging loosely behind me as he kissed my hair lightly, 'You
are a good girl to remember to wear your crotch-less panties. I know that you
were shy about this, but I see that you followed my direction.' His hand made a
waving motion towards the couch, 'Now onto your stomach and I'll need you hands
behind your back'.
I nearly leapt onto the couch putting my arms behind my back and bending my
knees to raise my ankles to an easier position for him to bind me. His praise
made me shiver. He handed it out so infrequently regarding my duties as his
slave that I often wondered if I was meeting up to his expectations. He was
often effusive about my sexual prowess, but receiving this type of praise put me
on cloud nine. 'Oh, thank you Mast... Sir', I said so happily even to my own
ears I sounded like a re-run of Barbara Eden playing Genie! 'When I showed the
other women what I was wearing they all followed suit just to make me feel
comfortable.'
All the time that I was talking Greg was working quickly to bind my legs at both
the ankles and the knees. My wrists were secured swiftly, palm to palm and I
gasped in pain as he bound my arms together tightly above my elbows. Thank God,
he didn't make my elbows touch, he had done this to me once before and I found
it really painful. This time he must have left them a good five or six inches
apart, which was still uncomfortable but that was par for the course. It
actually made me a bit horny to feel him tightening the ropes about my body,
making me more and more helpless... more and more his. As he pulled my crotch
rope tight and attached the ends to my ankles, I felt my pussy pulse with
frustrated desire. My God it was going to be a long evening if we weren't going
to be allowed to cum all night!
I thought that he was done with his tie when I felt him pulling my hair into a
pony tail. This was unusual but Greg as my Master didn't often feel the need to
tell me what he was doing with my helpless body. This worked for me as the
excitement of not knowing exactly what he was going to do next kept my engine
revving in high gear! 'Ow... Ow', I protested softly as he twisted a rope into
my blond locks and pulled on it a few times to make sure that it was taut. In
seconds I found my head being pulled backwards till it was perpendicular to my
back. My back and neck ached from the strain, but it did provide me with a
wonderful view of the room.
Greg slapped my fanny and reminded me to point my toes. Each time that he put
me in a hogtie, regardless of how high the heels that he made me wear, he always
made me point my toes so that my foot was arched as if I were standing in them.
It was so easy to let my feet rest in a bent position and much less stressful,
yet I couldn't believe that I had failed in remembering such a little thing. My
cheeks burned in embarrassment as I noticed the other men looking my way. The
women also turned to me, but there looks were much more comforting.
'There, there my love', Greg crooned quietly into my ear as he ran his hands
lightly over my thigh, down my stocking and then returned upwards to play with
my garter. 'The other ladies have been doing this for many years, in time you
will never make such a gaff, just as they have learned to acceded to their
Masters wishes.' His tone hardened as he continued, 'Of course if you do make a
habit of forgetting what I have taught you than I promise you that your
punishments will make sure that you do not soon forget again!' I cringed until
his voice returned to the loving softness caressing my ears, 'It is hard for me
to believe however, that that will ever be necessary as you have proven to be a
most adequate student of or our little dance.' With that he gave my rear a
stinging love tap and kissed me on the cheek. 'Besides baby, look about you, we
were first as I wished so I am very pleased with you.'
The ache in my shoulders, arms, neck and arches faded into insignificance those
simple six words 'I am very pleased with you'. Now it was as if my eyes had
opened for the first time and I viewed our neighboring couples.
Cassy was bound lying in her lounge chair. Arch had used a host of leather
straps to wrap her body up as if making her into an ancient Egyptian mummy. Her
arms were bound tightly to her sides and her ample breasts were being squeezed
outward and upward making them more predominant than normal. He was just
finishing up with her calves and ankles and I noticed that she had remembered to
keep her toes pointed in her high heeled sandals! She looked completely at ease
in her bindings and I noticed her gazing longingly at her husband's hands as he
completed her incarceration. I'll just bet that she was wishing the same thing
as me... that our lovers would use their wonderful hands to bring us to orgasm
versus just binding us. I also wondered if she regretted not making her desires
more transparent. No, I did not want to be involved in group sex. I had no
desire to make love to another man or woman than my Master, but now that we were
all helpless I was not adverse to each of the men tending to their own women's
needs.
Samantha's gasp forced me to swing my eyes in her direction. She was seated on
a leather padded bar stool with dark mahogany legs. Her predicament was much
like the one that I had faced not that many weeks ago, when I had been the judge
and jury of the two men's prowess at bondage. Sam's arms were bound behind her
in a single sleeve which appeared to be laced tightly up her back. A posture
collar encircled her throat causing her to keep her head upright and not
allowing her to shift her head from side to side. Michael had bound her legs
together tightly above the knees, but her gasp had do to his finishing bindings.
Rather than tie her ankles together, as he had with me, he was tying them to
opposite legs, which only allowed the toes of her feet to rest on the brass bar
ring of the chair. Her gasp was obviously unintended as she nearly fell as her
sandals slipped on the gleaming brass. Once he had her reseated safely, Michael
fixed this by winding a long rope about her thighs and the seat of the chair,
firmly securing her once and for all.
My fellow submissive's looked utterly beautiful. It wasn't just the sexy way
they were dressed or the bonds, no it was the looks on their faces. The look of
total acceptance... no, it was more than that, it was total contentment and this
stirred my emotions deep within my soul. A warmth of belonging grew gradually
within me as their example made it plainly clear to me that there was nothing
wrong with me. Giving up my freedom to my lover and Master so that I could
truly be happy was as natural as the sun rising for me, yet I had always
wondered if I was the only one that felt this way. Now I knew the truth. God,
I could only hope that I looked as lovely and as content as they!
With all of us bound appropriately Mr. Stanton clapped his hands together and
asked, 'What would you lovely ladies like to drink? This is a party you know!'
Cassiopeia piped up first and answered, 'Sir, if it pleases you I would like a
white wine spritzer.'
Samantha nodded her head and said, 'The same for me Sir'.
I was truthfully thinking of having straight white wine. Greg said his father
had an extensive wine cellar and I had truly wanted to sample some of his better
vintages. However, Cassy and Sam where much more experienced than I, so I
decided to take their lead. 'Thank you Sir, could you make it three please', I
responded respectfully.
'Coming right up ladies', he said. A few minutes later I heard something being
moved over to my right. The way my head was bound I couldn't turn it without
pulling painfully at my hair. I swiveled my eyes as much as possible and saw
Greg setting up a stand next to me that looked a lot like a medical IV holder.
From the arm dangled a bottle that looked a bit like those that a hamster or
gerbil would have to dispense water in their cage. He set up the contraption so
that it was right by my lips and secured the bottle in place with another clamp
secured to the stand. Tentatively I reached out with my tongue and touched the
end of the straw like nozzle. Sure enough the few drops on the end tasted like
wine. Sucking on the straw yielded a steady stream of the bubbly mixture.
Arch went around to each of the men and handed them an individual tray of hors
d'oeurves. Greg picked up one and slid it over to my lips. I bit down on the
spicy brie on the whole wheat cracker and munched away happily. I really hadn't
realized how hungry I was until just then and now I felt ravenous.
'So how are you to settling in?' Cassy asked Greg and I in a totally normal
voice that belied the fact that her freedom had been impinged upon.
'Absolutely wonderful', Greg replied with enthusiasm. 'The apartment is a tad
on the small side for the two of us so we did start looking at houses this
weekend. It was a fun though tiring day, but we did see a couple of really
great possibilities in Chappaqua.' While Greg went on I noticed a knowing
glance pass between Cassy and Arch. Arch gave a slight nod and Cassy returned
her attention to her stepson. My man was oblivious to this small part of the
drama, but I wondered what it meant. Greg continued, 'Sharon... baby... has
been incredible about opening her home to me. She is an unbelievably good cook
and she has even given me a quarter of her walk-in closet!'
'You gave him a quarter of your closet?' Samantha asked with a look of complete
disbelief. 'You are entirely too generous, honey. Master or no Master an
eighth is all he deserves!' Greg chuckled as the other two men raised there
glasses seemingly in respect to him getting such a large concession from me.
'Perhaps you're right, I may have given up too much of my valuable closet
space', I said in a serious tone. Then I smiled and changed my tone to that of
a beloved aunt describing her nephews beautiful chubby cheeks, 'Oh but he looks
so good in those cute little polo shirts of his that it makes it all
worthwhile!' It actually hurt to laugh in my current position and I said so to
Greg.
'Serves you right, you vixen', he told me with no heat in his voice, 'cute polo
shirts indeed!' He folded his arms to emphasize his disdain for my comment,
causing me to laugh even harder. The whole group joined in our laughter and the
small talk of a normal party continued under these very unusual circumstances.
I wouldn't have minded being hogtied if it hadn't been for the rope wrapped into
my hair. Laughing, swinging my head from side to side heck just about any
movement caused me to feel like I was pulling the hair out of my head. But
Cassy and Greg's father made it all worthwhile.
During a lull in the conversation Cassy turned to Greg and remarked, 'I see that
you are still as fast as you ever were, perhaps even faster. Of course I also
see that you also have a very willing and fast learner as your partner which is
a great help.'
Greg started to reply, but stopped when his father broke in. 'Fast, you say...
fast nothing the boy is greased lightening! Besides that just look at that rope
work it's absolutely flawless!' He walked over to me and started pointing out
how the coils were perfectly placed and just the proper amount of tightness.
How he'd formed my body into a perfect bow shape which allowed a wonderful view
of my pert cleavage. I blushed brightly as he went on extolling Greg's work, my
body and even praised me for holding my form (toes pointed) so well.
'A chip of the old block, eh Arch?' asked Michael with a chuckle.
Arch clapped Greg on the shoulder and said, 'No Mike, I think Greg is more than
that. I think that he has surpassed his old man.' He rested his other hand on
my head. 'You've really come into your own son and you two make one heck of a
great couple.'
Greg hugged his father and said, 'Thanks Dad. That really means a lot to me.'
I couldn't see his face, but I could hear the near tears in his voice. For
myself I could feel the tears of happiness running unchecked down my cheeks.
'That was really sweet honey', Cassy said to her husband, 'but don't you
worry... you will always do it for me!'
'I must have missed this episode of Father Knows Best', Samantha added in a
light tone. 'But I'm darned if this couldn't pass for one!'
'Oh I know the episode that you're talking about', chimed in her husband
Michael. 'That was where Beaver and Wally tie up there girl friends, while June
is tied up by her husband!'
'That never happened on the show', I told them disdainfully. 'I've seen all of
the re-runs on TV land.' Changing the subject, I asked, 'Do you know what the
worst thing ever said on Father Knows Best was?' They all shook their heads no.
'It was when June said to her husband, Ward I think you were a little hard on
the Beaver last night!' Everyone cracked up at my grade school humor.
The conversation ebbed and flowed and it wasn't until Greg started to release me
from my bonds that I realized just how strained my back had been. It was as if
the party atmosphere had distracted me from the pain. Oh Lord did it feel good
to be able to rest my aching neck and my pussy was so very happy to be free of
the twin ropes that had been cutting me in half. I stretched and sat up as the
last of the ropes came off of my legs. All of the other women were also being
released and I went to move to the next station where I would be bound, but Greg
put a restraining hand on my shoulder.
'Take it easy baby', he said to me softly. 'You've been tied for over half an
hour and your legs might not be ready to support your weight just yet. Besides
Cassy and Sam haven't been freed yet so there is no need to do anything but
rest.' I murmured my thanks and rested my head against his thigh. He was right
on the money with his advice as now that I was sitting up my legs were starting
to feel that pins and needles feeling of circulation returning to them.
Shortly, everyone was ready and we moved over to the next station, which for me
was the lounge that Cassy had been tied upon. Arch had left all of the straps
very neatly placed on a small table besides the chair and Greg reached for these
immediately.
'I'd like you to stand while I bind you', Greg told me softly as he started to
fit my neck into the collar that formed the start of an inter-locking set of
straps which I knew would be used to immobilize my upper body. I had seen Mr.
Stanton tying Cassy up while she sat or lay in the chair and my first
inclination was to question Greg as to why he wanted to tie me differently, but
I was beginning to learn my place so I held my tongue. This web was similar to
the model that we had played with recently back at the office and he was quick
to buckle me into it. As he passed the strap between my legs he let his fingers
play about my pussy for just a few seconds before he moved on. Despite the
seemingly matter-of-fact nature of this whole event, being bound and helpless
was turning me on to the point that I was feeling like there was a fire slowly
building within my body. His teasing fingers almost knocked me off my sky high
heels and he had to catch me as I swayed and my knees weakened.
A quick slap to the rump, brought me back under control, I regained my balance
and resumed standing as I had been directed. Greg chuckled, 'My, my, my, just a
little bit on the excitable side are we?'
'I need you, Sir', I replied softly, desperately.
'I do so love that about you baby', he told me equally softly as he buckled
leather cuffs about my wrists and thighs and attached them together with
closable chain links. 'But you must persevere as there will be no cumming
unless I order it. Is that clear?'
'Yes Master', I replied resignedly and then quickly amended in a truly
frightened voice, 'Excuse my gaff, Sir. Yes, Sir.'
Greg chuckled as he completed lashing the fourth strap surrounding my legs. He
picked me up in his strong warm arms and laid me gently on the beautiful floral
pattern of the comfortable lounge. 'I promise not to punish you for gaffs such
as that baby. This is a party and while I would be disappointed in you for not
doing your absolute best not to make such mistakes, I will not hold them against
you tonight.' He smiled at me as he put my drinking bottle next to my lips,
'However you would be punished just as normal if you do not follow my orders,
quickly and precisely.'
'Yes, of course Sir. Thank you Sir.' I told him gratefully, then I couldn't
help but add softly, 'I love you Sir'.
This position was much more comfortable and gave my body a chance to rest from
the aches and pains of my earlier predicament. I watched as Michael completed
tying Sam into the hogtie station that I had just vacated. He used a rope
harness about her shoulders to achieve the bow shape with his lover's body.
Also her arms were not bound at the elbows and her ankles were attached to the
shoulder harness in line with her wrists.
Poor Sam, I mused, was really missing out on the lovely pressure that those twin
ropes impaling my lower lips had provided. Just a little stretching of my leg
muscles every few seconds would allow me to play with my own puss. Hmmm,
despite the pain it had been yummy. Heck, the leather strap now bound over my
pussy was totally useless. It moved with my body like a piece of my outfit and
even when I could get it to rub against my clit it didn't provide the pressure
and resistance that I could use to stimulate myself. Now if Greg had been kind
enough to put a vibrator or even a studded dildo into my heated lower mouth that
strap could have proved very useful, but for now all I felt was frustration. I
grinned to myself, thinking of how huge my orgasm would be when it finally
came... hours and hours of frustrated excitement let loose... my, my, my, Master
had best step back when he sets off that little bomb!
The small talk and snacks started up again once Sam's hogtie was complete and
Cassy was perched on the barstool like a pretty parakeet. She didn't seem at all
discomfited by the laced single sleeve that bound her arms together and I could
see that Arch had tightened it to the point that her elbows must be matted
together within the grasp of the firm leather.
'So Sharon what are you looking for in a house?' Cassy asked me with a smile.
'The truth be told I hadn't given a house much thought at all before Greg
started to talk about them', I told her earnestly. 'Now that I have seen a few
of them though, I'm kind of eager to start putting our mark on one of them and
really making it our own!' I had been intentionally vague, but Cassy would have
none of it she wanted specifics. 'What I would really like is to have a room
like each of you has you know a sexual playroom built with Greg's every desire
and my every need in mind.' My face flushed, but the others were not
embarrassed more there looks told me to continue. 'There was one house with a
hidden room behind the master bedroom which seemed just perfect. The heavy
paneling and the exposed dark wood beams overhead would provide just the right
setting. And those electric black out shades on the two sky lights, incredible!
Heck, with those skylights he could bake me bound in the hot sun with no one the
wiser or make the room pitch dark in the middle of the day and bind me by candle
light!' My face felt flushed and I worked hard to resettle my excited
breathing. 'Besides that I loved the great big state of the art kitchen and
that long winding wooded driveway.'
Arch shook his head and chuckled much like his son was want to do. 'Well, I
must say that it's nice to see a young lady who has her priorities set
correctly. Sex first and foremost, stomach second and beauty an important, yet
lesser, third.'
Greg reached down an inter-twined his fingers with mine. 'Yes, baby', he said
as he kissed me gently on my forehead. 'My dad is right. Your mind is so
wonderfully prioritized and fertile that I feel honored to call you my own.'
Michael and Sam jumped in, talking about there first house and the first time
that Michael had ever set about creating their own 'playroom'. It seems that he
wasn't all that good with electronics and his first attempt at suspending her
using a couple of electric winches resulted in blowing the entire houses circuit
breaker! His wood working was also questionable and his early hand made bondage
chair, the one without a seat so as to provide easy access to her pussy, caused
her many an uncomfortable splinter. The way she and her husband told the
stories caused all of us to laugh and I knew if not for my bonds that I would be
rolling on the floor!
The half-hour respite passed quickly and I hardly noticed the shrimp toast
canopies that Greg popped into my mouth, from time to time. He had me out of
those straps before the other men had even really begun to free their wives.
While the rest of them were all occupied, Greg began to whisper how amazing I
looked into my hair as he searched for my ear. When he found it he nibbled on
my lobe, forcing a groan of contentment from deep within my throat. My hand
slid down his flat stomach and lightly passed over his penis, which jumped
appreciatively within his pants at my touch. His large hand cupped my left
breast as he gave it a gentle squeeze. Slipping his thumb and fore finger
beneath my bodice he played with my hardening nipple. My eyes closed in sexual
delight as my pussy flared up like a furnace that is having its billows pumped
by the blacksmith. 'I haven't given you permission to cum yet, baby, so
restrain yourself', Greg told me softly as he pulled away.
My eyes flew open and I looked about me as I began to remember just where I was.
My body was still betraying me as my loins felt like they were burning. I
guessed this is what it must feel like for a smoker that hasn't had a puff in a
while and someone else keeps waving a pack in their face. 'Oh, fiddlesticks!' I
said stamping my foot like a petulant little girl.
Greg chuckled and kissed me on the forehead, 'Patience, baby, patience.' Taking
my hand he led me to the stool that had just been vacated. As he picked up the
sleeve, I put my arms behind my back and steepled my fingers in anticipation.
The still warm leather cupped my hands and then slid up under and about my arms.
He held it up with one hand as he maneuvered the straps over my shoulders and
buckled them in place. The heavy leather sleeve hung on me loosely until Greg
got behind me and started working on the laces.
Every time he tightened those thick corset-like laces a waft of leather smell
puffed up about my head. There is something sensual about the smell of leather
that can't be defined. Add to this that the lovely fragrance was being heaped
on top of the fact that that same leather was making me more and more helpless
and what you ended up with was an aphrodisiac. I was burning up and I'm sure my
flushed face and quickened breathing was not going unnoticed to my lord and
master.
With a chuckle he ordered me to cross my legs at the knees. I did so, only to
watch him tie my legs together one on top of the other and then tie my ankle of
my right leg to the calf of my left. Looping a couple of twin coils over my
hips and under the chair, he bound me tightly to the seat before he finished off
my legs. Now that he was sure that I wouldn't fall off of the tall stool, he
formed a cuff of rope around my left ankle and then used it to pull my legs to
the left side of the stool and as far to the rear as he could get them.
Forgetting the strain in my shoulder blades the position really wasn't all that
uncomfortable, however it was perfectly constructed to remove any possibility
that I would be allowed to titillate my own pussy in anyway, shape, or form!
I smiled up at Greg as he maneuvered my drinking bottle into range of my lips.
'You are very devious, sir.'
'And you are very beautiful, baby', he told me softly as he wrapped the four
inch posture collar about my neck. 'But you still aren't allowed to cum until I
tell you that you can.' With that he bent and kissed me full on the lips. It
was a long lovely lingering kiss that did nothing to cool the fire burning
between my legs.
I watched as Cassy was bound into a sensual pretzel shape. She wasn't subjected
to the hair pulling treatment that I had received, but her knees were left open
and her ankles crossed in a way that looked pretty uncomfortable. Like father
like son, Arch added a crotch rope to her bonds as he finished his work. Lucky
lady, I thought to myself as I looked longingly towards the taut ropes that
split her creamy butt cheeks. Good Lord, she must be hitting the stair master
hard to keep her butt that firm. Cassy must have seen me looking in her
direction so she re-opened the conversation by asking what we had been up to
lately.
Since Greg had been so fond of making me uncomfortable I thought that it was
more than time for some pay back. So I told the story about visiting the
Leather and Lace store on a Sunday morning and playing fashion model to Greg's
photographer. Then going over to the Stanton Enterprise factory and pulling all
sorts of fun toys out of their inventory, including my little stint as the
gagged and bound bow spirit on the product dolly. I finished my story off with
a little quip, 'I don't think that I have ever had more lingerie or underwear in
my entire life! Some of it is still in its boxes and it will probably take me
months before I wear all of it.'
Greg did appear to be blushing a bit, but it was hard to tell under his tan.
His voice however was as jovial as ever as he added to my story, 'It's a good
thing that I brought you that underwear too, if I remember correctly yours was
missing from the night before.'
Everyone in the room laughed at that and now I knew for sure that not only women
tell their friends everything! He was obviously referring to the trip to the
restaurant when my overflowing orgasm had soiled my panties. I had told the
ladies this story and now it seemed that I had proof that he had told the
gentlemen also. Doing my best to keep my own face from burning red, I said to
him sweetly, 'You should know Master you were the one to ruin them.' His father
laughed even harder and I wondered if I had gone too far.
Greg shook his head ruefully, 'Alright you got me there doll, but all that
lingerie and underwear that we bought isn't the only thing that we haven't had
time to play with yet. Hmmm, I think that that heavy braided whip that we
picked up at Dad's warehouse is just about ready for a bit of use to keep a
certain little vixen in line. What do you think of that baby?'
I lowered my eyes to show my obeisance, but couldn't help but smirking as I
answered, 'I think that I'll love anything that you decide to give me Sir.'
'Ow, that's going to smart', piped in Samantha. She had the comfortable
lounging position now, but you would never know it the way that her face was
screwed up thinking about the whipping Greg had just promised me.
'No pain, no gain', jumped in Mr. Thatcher with a smile. Sam gave her husband a
look but said nothing in response.
Cassy looked at Greg and I, seemingly uncertain of what to say. I had a feeling
that they were all taking this much too seriously, so I rested my head back
against Greg's chest to show where my loyalty lay. 'Look folks' I said easily.
'It his decision what he does with me. You all know that so don't worry about
protecting me.' I looked up at Greg and smiled, 'I trust him and I don't have
any fear that he won't punish me farther than I deserve, but more importantly
farther than I can stand.' Greg kissed me again, softly yet with a gusto all
its own.
'Here, here', shouted his father. Everyone echoed his sentiments and the issue
dropped. Normal conversation sprang back up, with the men raising their
seemingly unending argument regarding the best medium with which to bind there
lover. Personally, I was finding that I liked both for it seemed that it was my
helplessness that fueled my fire and not the bindings. Pleasing Greg, my
master, oh how I loved saying that to myself and being pleased by him once I've
been securely bound was better than anything else that I could think of. Heck,
it was even better than dark chocolate and I just love really good dark
chocolate. It had taken me a while to accept this, but now... hmmm, just
thinking of it made me tingle all over. I shimmied a bit on my seat as that
shiver ran right down my tightly bound back.
Greg nuzzled the underside of my jaw, just above the stiff collar and whispered,
'Perfect, baby, simply perfect. But don't think that that gets you out of that
whipping I promised you.'
Closing my eyes and letting the fire run through me I responded a tad huskily,
'Yes, Sir, but don't think that I won't enjoy that whipping that you promised
me.' Greg chuckled and nibbled my ear lobe. I could hear some of the women and
men talking about young love and knew that they were speaking about us, but it
didn't matter. All that existed in my world was me being at his tender mercies.
That station passed all too quickly and the portions of the southwestern egg
roll I had been fed seemed just a vague memory. His caresses and kisses had
once again brought my cunny to a fever pitch that was just begging for release.
When I was freed of the stool and sleeve, I went to stand and found that I was
unsteady on my feet. Samantha and then Cassy were there by my side in seconds,
each taking one of my arms at the elbow.
'We've got her Greg', Cassy said easily. 'I think it is time that us girls had
a bathroom break.'
'Good thinking', said Arch happily. 'Long gowns and peignoir sets are the order
of the day for dinner. Stockings are a must, as are slippers which can be
either flats or mules.' He smiled at all of us as the other men nodded in
agreement. 'Thirty minutes and not a minute more at which time we will be
expecting you dressed and ready in the dining room.'
We all chorused yes sir as the ladies hustled me upstairs to the bathroom. Once
we were out of the hearing of our men, Samantha said, 'Now do you see why we
asked for our wine to be mixed with soda instead of taking it straight?'
'Huh', I answered just a bit thickly.
Cassy continued the thought, 'Honey, alcohol and bondage do not mix. Your blood
isn't circulating so it all seems to go straight to your head. Add to that to
the six inch heels we are wearing and that could mean some real trouble.'
'Wow, I never thought about that', I answered in astonishment. 'Heck, Greg tied
me up after we had been out and had drinks for the evening, but that was to the
bed and afterwards we just went to sleep. This is all so new to me.'
'It's a whole new world baby', Cassy said as she gave me a squeeze, 'and from
what I can see I'm sure you are going to love it!' Sam gave me a squeeze also
and then we took our turns relieving ourselves of the wine.
As I emerged back into the bedroom Cassy was already holding up a black lace
peignoir set, 'OK what do you think ladies?'
Samantha crossed her arms and answered, 'To formal and not enough sex appeal.
Michael loves Victorian or Grecian long gowns but they have to really show off
my body.' I just frowned and didn't say anything. It was her party, so I was
willing to take her lead.
Cassy had other thoughts though as she rounded on me, 'Now spit it out.
Whatever your thinking lets here it we've only got twenty minutes left!'
I was a bit shocked at first but recovered quickly. 'I was just thinking that
we should all use peignoir sets which will give our gentlemen the small coat to
remove before we sit down to dinner. The gowns we pick should be which ever one
best show off our breasts as that is all that is going to be seen about the
table.' I paused to see that they were with me and Sam gave me a come-on more
type of motion. 'Personally I was thinking of an Aztec gold Grecian gown which
has a halter top that is open all the way to my waist and leaves my back
uncovered. It has some black lace trim about the edges and the jacket is of a
light gauzy black mesh, so it will go really well with my black satin slides
with the marabou feathers.'
Cassy was already over in my things and picking up the items. Then she looked
at me thoughtfully. 'Hmmm... perfect. I knew that I should get you talking,
you're a natural.' Her face took on an all business look as she began to put
together the out fit that I had described. 'The deep gold will work really well
with your tan and the five inch heels on these mules with there pretty tuft of
feathers will definitely catch there interest. Not to mention that your man did
mention them earlier in his little jest, so you are obviously playing into his
hand.' She turned to me and asked, 'Stockings?'
'Black, seamed with a garter belt', I replied and then blushed in embarrassment.
'Greg likes garter belts.' I explained.
'What man doesn't?' replied Sam. 'Alright, I have that gown but it is in the
exact same color so we won't all be able to wear matching outfits this time.
Let's see she's in a deep rich color, I've got a royal blue that would fit the
bill. The top is cut differently, but it shows off an amazing amount of
cleavage. It has black trim also, but I'll wear the same mules in blue for
contrast.' She turned to Cassy, 'How about you birthday girl'.
'Deep scarlet, with a Victorian top that looks like a tube top', she answered
with a smile. 'Arch loves the way it makes my breasts look bigger!' From her
closet she pulled out a pair of red satin mules also with a puff of feathers,
'These will do for me'.
We all shook our heads in agreement and then we got down to the real work of
changing. Twenty minutes isn't all that long when you have to remove your high
heels, garters, stocking and night gown then put on a whole new set! Not to
mention fixing our makeup. Good Lord that could take twenty minutes all on its
own! Fortunately Cassy had a huge mirror in her bathroom and we all were ready
just barely in time. As we walked down the stairs I was happy that my mules
sported a slight platform making them as easy to walk in as four inch heels,
especially as I still felt the effect of the wine. Cassy seamed to be reading
my mind, 'Water at dinner tonight. We are going to be in nine inch heels later
this evening ladies so lets be ready for it!'
We walked into the room and once again did our runway model type posing routine.
Each of our gowns had slits so Cassy bent her knee sexily opening her gown at
the front, while Sam and I had our legs spread, which revealed my right leg to
the hip and her left. Our gentlemen's eyes devouring our stocking clad legs and
softly sensuous outfits left no doubt that our choices had been right on the
money.
Arch started a slow loud clapping of his hands, which the other men picked up
until the applause, whistles and cat calls began to get out of hand. 'Alright
gentlemen', he said loudly, 'down boys!' Returning his admiring gaze to us,
'Cassy you are more beautiful than the day that I met you and ladies I am
shocked to my core at just how lovely you both are. So once again thank you for
making this party so perfect.'
Sam and I both nodded our heads, and than Greg's dad continued, 'With that said
why don't you ladies sit down and we will prepare you for dinner.'
With a girlish giggle Cassy set off towards her husband, whispering to us, 'This
is the part that I love!' I knew exactly what she meant as I looked into Greg's
eyes as I walked towards him. This might not have been the correct thing for a
slave to do, but I didn't want him to forget that I was also his lover and I
sent that message with my eyes, my smile and an exaggerated sway of my hips.
He smiled back at me and reached out to take my hand which he bowed over
formally and kissed. 'Good evening my lady', he said huskily before he cleared
his throat. It was nice to see that I was having as much of an effect on him as
he was having on me. Like the gentlemen he was he held out his hands to take my
wrap. 'If you will be so kind as to sit', he said as he grandly waived me to my
seat, 'I will be happy to put you in your rightful place.'
I made a shortened curtsy as I replied, 'Thank you Sir', before I lowered myself
in to the elaborate Edwardian style chair. The high back and the seat were well
padded in deep golden velvet and very comfortable. Even the chairs arms were
padded in the same material, which I was very grateful for because I knew that
my arms would be resting there for quite some time.
The chair had been slanted at an angle to the table which gave Greg room to
work. I didn't bother to watch him and busied myself with seeing what was going
on with Cassy and Samantha. Michael gave Sam a loving kiss before he began to
work with the ropes neatly coiled in his right hand and Arch was talking quietly
to Cassy as he looked at her adoringly.
He had just started to run his fingers through her hair, when a touch from below
made my eyes pop wide open. Greg had just slid something into my sex and was
now in the process of using his fingers to push whatever it was in even further.
I forced my face back into a relaxed mode and took a casual glance down between
my legs. There between my spread thighs rested an off-white plastic cylinder
with a single white wire running from it until it disappeared into the folds of
my vagina. I knew that cylinder well and was well aware that it housed the
batteries that would make the silver oblong egg, now buried deep within me,
vibrate like a school of Mexican jumping beans gone wild.
When he had spread my legs earlier, I thought nothing of it. He probably wanted
to tie my legs to the opposite chair legs, but now I knew better. 'Devious
Master', I whispered to him with a slight grin.
I closed my eyes and leaned back into the chair as he turned the little toy on.
It felt wonderful, but I knew from experience that it wouldn't be enough to let
me climax. Despite that I drank in the delightful thrumming that teased my
cunny back to its earlier fever pitch. His strong hands pushed my unresisting
legs back together and wrapped my gown neatly about me hiding the device from
any prying eyes. It was nearly silent and it as if my ears felt it rather than
actually heard it. Certainly no one a yard away could hear my little tormentor,
so Greg had really gotten me good this time. At the moment I just didn't care
as I ate up the gorgeous feelings coming from my love canal.
Greg had me trussed up in mere minutes. My legs were wrapped in no less than
four coils of rope. The last running over my thighs bound me tightly to the
chair seat. The golden gown gathered prettily between each set of ropes and he
seemed pleased by the look he had created. My waist had been invaded by four
strands of rope that dug tightly into my stomach and pushed my back firmly into
the chair. He took special care of my chest, quickly building a net that
encircled both of my breasts. By tightening it strategically at the base of
each mound, he was able to achieve that balloon like look that I had recently
been introduced to without even baring my breasts.
Between the egg and the loving attention he was paying to my mammary glands my
nipples decided it was time to stand up and be noticed. I watched through
half-opened eyes as they made little tents of their own beneath the taut silk
which drew Greg's fingers like a bee to honey. Oh, God, yes. I sucked in a
breath, causing my chest to heave to his touch. His digits found their way
under the material and clenched down on my unsuspecting nipple. 'Ooooohhhhhhh
yeeeessss', I groaned loudly in contentment.
'Harmuph', Arch coughed pretending to clear his throat. Again my eyes flew open
and I saw everyone in the room staring at us. I felt the incredible burning in
my cheeks and looked quickly to Greg for support, but he was as red as I.
'Getting a little carried away are we?'
Greg hung his head sheepishly, but gave a smile before he responded. 'Yes, dad,
I guess I did get a little out of hand.'
Cassy looked at him and smiled coquettishly, 'Hmmm, and I would have said that
you had it in hand pretty darn well mister!' The others in the room all
laughed, but it wasn't as if they were laughing at us. No it was more of a
warm, homey, friendly laughter.
'Well honey', Arch said turning to Cassy who was by now also fully bound to her
chair, 'I guess we got our prayers answered. Wouldn't you say so?'
'The boy definitely appears to be happy', she answered. Then her gazed turned
to me and her voice slid into a knowing lilt, 'And we couldn't have found a
better, more loving and RESPONSIVE partner if we had tried!'
My cheeks began to burn even hotter. 'I'm sorry', I said to the room at large.
'I just love him so much sometimes that it hurts! And being bound and
helpless... I just can't help responding to him.'
'Amen, girl', Samantha nodded in agreement.
'You are singing to the choir, hun', said Cassy. 'But if my nose is any judge I
think that dinner is just about ready so maybe you two can wait just a bit to
get you truly just deserts!' This time even Greg and I joined in the laughter.
'Alright gentlemen', Arch said loudly, 'you heard the lovely lady. It's our
turn to be the servants here so let's get to work.' With that he herded them
all off through the pantry and into the kitchen.
'What did you do, make all the food earlier and just let Arch heat it up?'
Samantha asked once the men were gone.
'No. Maria and Angela are in there putting everything together.' She replied.
'But, don't worry they have orders not to leave the kitchen and after dinner we
will send them home. Besides they been with us for a long time and they now
when to look the other way.'
The men returned with heaping platters and bowls of food. Greg came by with a
pitcher of water and filled my glass to which he added a straw. He continued
around the table as his dad stopped by next and placed bowl filled with a Greek
salad onto my plate. Mr. Thatcher came last, putting a steaming roll onto my
bread plate.
Greg sat down next to me and held the glass up so that I could take a sip of my
water from the straw. Then he began to eat his salad and during alternate bites
he feed me. Conversation flowed just like at any other dinner party. Focusing
somewhat on work, but also talked about the poor economic conditions and how it
was affecting the industry. It was amazing to me to find out that our industry
was near depression proof. Unless things went totally south, the people that
loved our products would continue to buy them as pleasure comes right after
safety. Greg even pointed out that the bondage movie industry made more money
then normal during an economic downturn as people looked for diversions from the
bad news.
My salad was soon replaced by a salmon dish that had been wrapped, Wellington
style, in light flaky dough. Below the crust was a lovely lemon and dill flavor
that was nearly a sensual delight. The asparagus was perfectly cooked and
glazed with a light wine sauce and the rice was fluffy and garnished with fresh
parsley and sliced pecans.
Thank God the food was so good as it kept my mind off of my sex. That egg was
still vibrating like a little demon and it was keeping me just on the edge of
cumming. I had tried to shimmy in my seat to stimulate myself further, but my
Master had done his work all to well and I found I could barely shift my hips at
all. My nipples were back at attention and I knew that I had to divert my
attention... 'This food is wonderful', I said to Cassy after I had finished a
bit that Greg had gently placed on my tongue. My voice was a bit strained, but
I hopped that they wouldn't pick up on it.
'I'm glad that you like it. It's one of my favorite dishes and Arch has always
raved about it so I thought it was would be a good choice for this evening.'
Cassy told me in between her own feeding. 'Would you like the recipe?'
'Yes, thank you', I told her excitedly. I hoped that she would think that my
excitement was due to getting the new recipe, but the truth was that the little
silver cylinder was doing its job all to well and I really needed to cum! I
looked over to Greg, 'Sir, the ropes at my thighs are just a bit tight and I
thought perhaps you could look at them.' He looked over to me and I pleaded to
him with my eyes.
'Can't have that happening baby', he said softly. 'Let me just get down there
and check things out.'
My chair had been pushed into the table so Greg had to get down on his knees.
He lifted the table cloth and went under the table. I felt him reach between my
legs, but they were tied so tightly together that they defied his efforts. He
shimmed his fingers back and forth until he slipped between my soft flesh and
the even softer silks that I wore. He finally found what he was looking for and
the vibrations of the egg died away. I sighed gently.
'Thank you Sir', I told him as he reappeared. 'That feels MUCH better.' Greg
explained to the others how two of the coils had begun to pinch me and needed
just a little rearranging.
Cassy and Sam, meanwhile had been talking about bondage and Cassy all of a
sudden turned to her husband and asked anxiously, 'Can I please tell the story
of when you first asked me Sir, please!' Arch looked at her with an indulgent
and loving look and than nodded his head yes.
'Arch asked me to be his love slave just after...' Cassy started and then
stopped. 'No, that's like starting from the middle, let me start from the
beginning. I had come up from our plant in Virginia to study a new software
system that was being installed throughout the company. That was before the
accident and meeting him for the first time was like meeting a huge friendly
bear. As soon as we were introduced I felt as if I had known him all of my
life. That engaging personality of his made me feel like I was a real part of
the team and not just some cog in the wheel. It was really a great time.
Over the course of a few weeks the people that I was training under realized
that I was just the right person to train others so they asked if I would like
to transfer. It was a great opportunity for my career and the money was
excellent so I agreed. Now, our part of the Information Systems (IS) department
was just outside of the corporate offices so I would see Arch often. Even when
I didn't see him, I would often hear him laughing down the hall or talking to
someone nearby. He was a bright shinning presence that made the whole company
come alive.'
'Then the accident happened and the world seemed to turn upside down.' Cassy
turned to Greg. 'I know it was nightmare for you, but for those of us at the
office it was also incredibly hard. We all loved your father and to see him so
distraught and in pain was more than many of us could bear. Then when he began
drinking... not just at night, but also at the office...'
Greg's face looked close to tears and he croaked, 'Yes, I remember...'
'It was horrible watching such a wonderful person destroying himself that way,
but there wasn't anything any of us could do', she said softly. 'People went
around there business like robots and the laughter that had been so prevalent in
the company's halls became a thing of the past.
'But you saved me', Arch said softly.
She nodded her head and continued. 'I was going to my car as I was leaving work
and I saw you fumbling with your keys. You were unsteady on your feet and I was
sure that you were to drunk to be driving anywhere.'
'So you marched right up to me and took the keys from my hands before I even
knew that you were there.' Arch added. 'It took me a while to focus on you and
when I realized what had happened I yelled at you to give me back my keys.'
'Oh my, did you ever', Cassy agreed. There I was at 5ft tall and less than a
hundred pounds and there you were towering over me like a huge grizzly. 'I told
you that you weren't driving anywhere, not in your condition and when you got
nasty with me I let you have it. I asked you if you wanted to be responsible
for killing someone else's wife or mother, because in your state that was
exactly where you were heading.' Her tone softened and a tear came to her eye
before she continued, 'That's when the last thing that I ever expected
happened... you began to cry. You the tower of strength for everyone in the
company, the one that shouldered all of us like Atlas holding up the world, was
crying. Then as if it was the most natural thing in the world you were in my
arms with your head propped on my shoulder.'
'I took you home and stayed at the house with you for three days while you
sobered up and started to rejoin humanity. During those days I let you use my
body anyway you liked. It was the only way that I knew to keep your mind off of
the loss of your wife and I could see that it was working. By Sunday you were
almost your normal self and you began to apologize to me profusely for taking
advantage of me so. That's when we began to talk about me instead of you and it
was then I told you that I was part Chinese. My old grandmother thought that
the only proper woman was one who was owned by her man. It was her job to make
him happy and especially to keep him whole. When the pressures of his life
became too much for him to bear it was the woman's job to ease his pain and I
told you that that was what I was trying to do for you.'
'Be mine', I asked you said Arch. 'I remember saying those words and yet not
even knowing where they came from. Yet once I heard them ring in my ears I knew
that was what I wanted.'
'Oh, I argued with you', Cassy said with a smile now brushing her lips. 'It was
too soon after you wife's passing...'
'Not to mention I was old enough to be your father!' Arch jumped back in.
'Age was never the issue and you know it... you old goat!' Cassy rejoined with a
gleeful smile. 'No, I had done my job and now it was time for me to leave, at
least that's the way that I saw it. But then you said it... the one thing that
I couldn't turn my back on...'
'I told you I needed you', Arch said simply.
'Oh, you didn't just tell me that you needed me', Cassy replied. 'No, no, no...
you told me that you needed me to be whole again. You needed me to pick up the
pieces where you wife had left off. You needed me to be you love slave, because
only I could please you the way that she had, and because only I understood.'
She turned to face me now. 'At the time Sharon, I was just as green as you when
it comes to all this bondage and domination stuff and I only had the vaguest
idea of the life that I was getting myself into.' She looked back to her
husband and smiled, 'No, darling, I didn't have any idea what it meant to be
your love slave, but I did know that it brought me pleasure to bring you
happiness. Now almost 12 years later, I know so very much more and wouldn't
change any of it.' I felt tears stinging my eyes as I thought that I had never
heard a more romantic story in my whole life.
'Not even the first time that I whipped you?' Arch asked in a choked voice.
I knew from what Greg had told me that he had been particularly vicious that
first time as he took his frustration of wife's loss out on her. She looked up
at him with that near angelic expression of pure love as she replied, 'No, my
love, not even after my first whipping. In fact all that I wish to change is
that I wish that I had said this earlier this evening. Thank you Sir for making
me yours and for keeping me that way these last dozen years.'
'Forever and ever, tinkerbell', Arch got out before he broke down and put his
head next to her. He hugged the whole chair bringing her into his large body.
I could hear him whispering to her, but didn't understand the words. The tone
of his loving words left no doubt though of what he was saying to his wife,
lover and slave. A more beautiful birthday present I could not imagine.
Desert followed shortly afterwards. It was a more subdued affair as everyone
seemed to be contemplating their love for their mate and what their respective
chosen roles meant to each other. I know that I was thinking about it and I
could read from Greg's furtive glances that he was also. Arch appeared fully
recovered when he announced the end of the meal. 'Ladies once we have released
you from your bondage, please adjourn upstairs as quickly as possible and
prepare for the evening finale. You are to wear the corset of your choice,
stockings, gloves and ballet heels. You are to meet us downstairs in the
basement where you will be suspended by your wrists. At this point you will be
sensually tormented. Now Michael was the one that requested the corsets and I
was the one that suggested the ballet heels, so the selection of your torment
has been left to Greg.' He turned to Greg, 'What say you son? How shall we
torment our lovely ladies?'
Greg smile hugely, 'I'm going to take a page from your book Dad. Cassy used to
tell me that you often would tell her that you were going to punish her, but not
what you were going to do when you would do so. The agony of waiting until the
proposed time of punishment without knowing was often worse than the actual
torment. So I think that I will withhold my decision from these lovely ladies
until they are helplessly bound before us.'
I heard Cassy mutter something about the apple not falling far from the tree as
Greg began removing my bounds. The egg left my cunny with a slurpy sound as if
my vagina was trying to suck it back in. I know that I had asked for it to be
stopped, but I still found that I missed it as it as I was still desperately in
need of stimulation.
Cassy and Samantha were soon freed and we went back to Cassy's room to change.
There wasn't any need for a lot of conversation as we all knew what we were
dressing in for the next event. I slid completely out of my long nightgown and
went into the bathroom to give myself a sponge bath. I missed Greg as he would
shower with me or sponge me down himself in between sessions and I was still
dying for his touch. I rubbed soothing aloe lotion into the angry red rope
marks that marked my body from chest to ankles. Greg had taught me to do this
and now I could see where he learned it as Cassy joined me and began going
through the same ritual.
Going back into the room I started dressing for the evening. I put on my black
lace crotch-less panties and black fishnet stockings, before even thinking about
the corset. I slid into my red satin slippers as Cassy had told me that we would
be putting our heels on in the basement. When I thought about it, it only made
sense. There was no way that we would be able to walk down two flights of
stairs in nine inch heels! Shimming into my crimson red and midnight black
satin corset, I did as Greg had taught me and reached behind me to tighten the
cords just enough to keep it from sliding back down my torso.
'Hey, Cassy', I called. 'Are they going to tighten our corset bindings
downstairs?'
'Hmm, Arch didn't spell that part out', she replied thoughtfully. 'We seem to
be doing pretty well on time so why don't we tighten each others laces. The
worse that can happen is that they want to re-do them or tighten them further,
but on the other hand it might gain us some brownie points!'
'Sounds good to me', both Sam and I echoed in near unison.
In short order I found myself with my legs spread and hands wrapped around one
of the tall corner posts of the four poster bed. I bit my lip so as not to
scream as the two ladies yanked in opposite direction at the loose laces in the
middle of my back. The laces pulled so quickly through the eyelets and over my
skin that it felt like I was getting a rope burn. In seconds the satin had
begun to mold to my body and no longer just hung from my frame. Now the hard
work started of cranking the laces to get those last few inches out of my waist
line. Cassy worked on the laces from the bottom and Samantha from the top. I
was amazed that such a small woman had such strength, but the results were clear
as I could feel my hips and the tops of my buttocks being gently squeezed by the
strong material as my waistline shrank.
'Did you ever wear a corset in the past?' Samantha asked.
'Unless you count the costume that I wore at Vassar in our version of 'Gone with
the Wind', no not until recently', I answered as evenly as my restricted
breathing would allow. 'Why do you ask?'
'I was just kind of surprised that your body was so supple. The ease which we
are tightening the laces back here first made me think that the corset hadn't
been made tight enough for you. But looking at that wasp like waist, I've had
to revise that opinion.' She told me.
'What Sam means', Cassy jumped in, 'is that your body is reacting to the corset
as if you were an old pro at tight lacing.'
'Oh', I replied. I remembered Lucinda telling me that the garment would begin
to mold itself to my body, but I hadn't realized that my body had to also mold
itself to the garment.
Cassy pulled a measuring tape from her vanity table and circled my waist with
it. 'Nineteen inches, outstanding! With what, a four-inch pull on that
corset?' I nodded my head yes, as she continued to inspect my garment, the
front grommets, the metal stays, the set of my breasts in their half-cups and
made sure that the bow at my back was secure. I felt like some WAC recruit
being inspected by the barracks sergeant. 'Excellent. I'm lucky if I can get
to sixteen inches with a six-inch pull, even with my small frame.'
I was shocked when she slapped me on the butt, hard, and gave me a move over
shake of her hand. 'My turn ladies and make sure that you show no mercy, Arch
likes my corsets really tight on me.'
Cassy's corset was a deep red burgundy color which rode high on her hips and
didn't cover her breasts at all. 'My God', I said in awe as she removed her
lacey bra, 'your breasts are so huge!'
She cupped her lovely mounds in her hands and smiled, 'Thank you doctor
Klingman, yes they are!' She smiled even larger at my confused look. 'They
were a present from Arch for my 27th birthday. Mind you I think they were more
a present for him then me! But, I must say that going from a barely filled 33b
to a nicely rounded 35c really made me look more like a woman than a young boy
in a skirt!'
'I'm a 35c also, but your breasts look so much larger', I responded still dazed
at their magnitude.
'I've a much smaller frame than you hun', she said with her full southern drawl.
Then she giggled her breasts up and down. 'It just makes them look bigger.'
I looked over at Samantha's chest and she shook her head. 'Nope', she said with
a smile. 'These were standard equipment. 38c's which need a bit more support
now that I'm in my mid-thirties and one day I suppose I'll have to give them a
lift. Heck having three kids suckle on them and has it's effect no matter how
hard I hit the machines at the gym.' I nodded my agreement and filed all this
for later thought. Kids... breast enhancements... where would this life I was
choosing ultimately lead me. 'Enough of this though, let's get Cassy cranked and
then finish me off so that we can get downstairs and make our men drool at the
site of us!'
Despite that small frame of hers closing that last inch seemed to be impossible.
But Cassy berated the both of us and said that Arch had her laced into this one
just last week. Waving Sam to the side I put my knee into the small of her back
and wrapped the laces about each fist. Arching my body backwards and tightening
my triceps at the same time, I pulled as hard as I could. The back edges of the
garment slowly moved until they finally rested against each other. With a quick
twist of the cords I locked them in place so that I could now take my time to
wrap of the rest of the loose laces and tie them into a neat set of loops.
Samantha was a lot easier. Her waist had spread to nearly 26 inches and her
supple leather corsets four-inch pull had no problem reigning in her slightly
expanded waist. She seemed really concerned that we would think less of her or
something because her waist wasn't the three inches thinner than it was in her
early twenties. Cassy calmed her concerns with kind words of how wonderful she
looked especially after having three kids! 'Besides I've seen the way Michael
looks at you and that lust in his eyes makes it very clear that he is more than
happy with what he sees!'
We each picked up our footwear from the top of the vanity table, where Cassy had
thoughtfully instructed that we put them before we had started. This meant that
we didn't have to do the 'bunny squat' to pick them up off of the floor, for
which I was immensely grateful because my corset felt exceedingly tight. In
fact I think that the only time that I had ever worn it this tight was when
Lucinda had punished me with it. Certainly Greg hadn't made it this tight the
last time that he had had me wear it, but all of their glowing comments about my
small waist and such, forced me to overlook the discomfort.
Cassy led us down into the bowels of the house. The basement was well lit with
thick carpeting and a wet bar in one corner, but that is not where she led us.
We headed to an open door in the opposite side of the room. Once through the
doors the lighting dimmed and the dark mahogany walls seemed to soak up the
light that remained. We walked over to our men who were chatting as they stood
about three of the wooden frames that I had become intimately associated with at
Mr. Thatcher's "A" Frame. The room was very large taking up nearly a third of
basement, which allowed for the frames to be set up in a triangle formation.
Each frame had it own little stage which was about two feet wide and four long
on which had been placed a bar stool. Track lights that ran in parallel to the
walls had been turned inward to become spot lights, causing a golden shine on
each of the stools green leather seats.
For the last time of the evening we did our little, center, left and right
movement spreading our legs and putting our hands on our hips as we smiled and
faced our men. Cassy had donned a dark burgundy bra that was sculpted to fit
perfect with her corset, so the three of us stood there with our chests jutting
outwards while our men applauded our little presentation.
'Alright ladies now it is time for the Cassy's dream to become a reality. I
hope that you are all looking forward to hanging around for a while?' Arch
asked us we laughed ruefully but the Greg and Michael broke up like it was the
funniest joke that they had ever heard. 'What do you say tinkerbell?' Arch asked
his wife as the laughter died away.
'I am looking forward to it with bells on Sir', she said brightly.
'Hmm, I don't see any bells', Arch quipped, 'but I'm sure that can be arranged.'
His two cohorts chuckled and I was sure that we had just been dealt another
torment besides hanging around in nine inch heels to deal with. Ah, well, in
for a penny in for a pound!
'If each of you would sit on the stool next to your Master we will be happy to
put you into your heels and set you up for this little session.' He said this
in such a nonchalant way that you would think that he was talking about the
weather instead of tying three women up in his basement! Then I thought to
myself, why not? I felt totally comfortable being bound among these people and
as everyone kept pointing out I was new to this, for him it must be old hat.
But a small twitch in his hand, made me wonder if he was as calm as he seemed.
There wasn't anymore time for these considerations as we each filed over to our
respective stage. I sat down comfortably on the stool and handed my bright red
heels to Greg. Without a word he silently knelt before me and lifted my left
foot from the brass ring. He rested my calf gently on his raised knee and
removed my satin slipper. The incredibly arched pumped slid on easily as I had
learned to just let my toes slide into the padded toe box. Greg secured the two
buckles, one at my ankle and one across the arch of my foot which was the
linchpin to two sets of crisscrossing straps that held my foot firmly into the
shoe. When he lowered my shod foot to the floor I found that I could
comfortably rest it on the stage, where as in my slipper clad feet I felt like I
was falling off the stool unless I rested my feet on the bar ring. The second
ballet pump went on as quickly as the first and now while my toes rested on the
stage my heels were suspended on narrow red spikes nine inches in the air!
Greg began to root around in his bondage bag and came up with a pair of cuffs
that I had never seen before. He put the first of the cuffs about my wrist
which was already encased in the elasticized red satin of my elbow length
gloves. It was fleece lined and felt warm and inviting as it closed upon my
wrist. The cuff itself was longer than any other cuff that I had previously
worn and required two buckles to tighten it properly in place. The cuff
continued upwards over the back half of my hand and ended at a rounded point in
which a reinforced brass eyelet was mounted. Greg smiled at my look of pure
concentration and said lightly, 'Suspension cuffs baby. With these nine inch
heels a lot more of your weight is going to need to be put on your arms and
these cuffs are just what the doctor ordered. Don't worry I've used them a
hundred times in flicks and I'm told that there is nothing better.' Easy enough
for him to say, he wasn't the one that would be wearing them! On the other hand
they really were comfortable and I trusted him to know what was best. I gave him
my brightest smile to show him this, but left my other thoughts unspoken.
Next he placed cuffs on each ankle above their shinny patent leather ankle
strap. He secured the two d-rings together with a two ended brass clasp that he
could open and close with his thumb. It set my feet about six inches apart
which felt just right. Thigh cuff were added mid-way between my crotch and my
knees and were joined by a single chain link. Finally he pulled on two of the
cables from above which were now flowing from the top bar about four feet apart
versus the corners that had been used to suspended me the last time I had been
bound in this contraption. The clasps were attached to each of the wrist cuffs
which left my hands hanging just about neck level. Using the hand held remote
Greg stood by me while he began to let the electric winches do there thing.
Slowly my hands were raised over my head until they were pulled taut above me.
As my rear began to be lifted off the seat and for the first time weight was
placed unto my feet, my ankles began to wobble. 'Gregggg...' I called in a
gradually loudening tone of voice.
His arm was about my waist instantly giving me the extra support that I needed.
'I've got you baby', he said softly in my ear, 'no worries.'
He loved that Crocodile Dundee phrase but I wasn't so sure that it applied this
time. Even with his support my ankles continued to wobble above the huge
spikes. Ballet training was years in the past and what this felt like was the
first time that I had ever been put on ice skates. The winches kept pulling me
into the air until finally my heels and then my toes left the ground. Greg
reversed the cycle and let me down until, my toes and heels were once again
firmly on the ground. However, with the help of those really effective
suspension cuffs the amount of weight that I was actually placing on my toes was
probably a fraction of my total weight. Surprisingly my toes felt very
comfortable even though they were being forced to provide purchase for a
significant part of my body weight. My ankles, though, were my only real
concern.
Now that I had been lashed into place I could take my time to look over at my
companions. Cassy was just starting to be fitted for her own set of cuffs and
Samantha's Michael wasn't even finished lacing up her boots! As I watched him
tightly lace Sam into her boot I felt a bit jealous. I just bet that those
boots would give her ankles a lot more support than these ballet shoes of mine.
No wonder she was supposed to be able to walk in the incredibly high heels!
I let those thoughts slide away as I became more and more comfortable in my
bondage. The feeling of being so incredibly bound and helpless to my Master's
every whim gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling inside that is so hard to describe.
Drowsily, I allowed myself to feel and play with my restraints. Simple shifts
of my weight, a sway of my hips from side to side, became like a sensuous dance
as my whole body had to respond to the meager change. The clicks of the D-rings
against the metal connectors added there own beat to the rhythm of my movements.
A little pull on one arm, a shift of my hips to the opposite side, a bend in one
knee with the other leg stiffening to support more of my weight... slowly,
wondrously I lost myself in the freedom of my bondage.
I saw the flash of a camera through my closed lids, which brought me back to the
real world. Greg was grinning at me as he snapped another picture. 'I couldn't
help myself baby', he said as he zoomed in on my smiling face.
'I didn't even know that you had brought it with you', I said unconcernedly as I
flexed and posed to give him the best shots possible.
'With your beauty I figure that the camera falls into the "don't leave home
without it category". Besides this is the first time that I've ever had you
standing in those incredible heels!' Greg continued to move around me, as his
focus dropped to my legs and feet. I loved to see him happy and playing bondage
photographer, with me thank you very much, as his subject did that in spades.
While we played, the other two gentlemen had finished suspending my two
compatriots into there own frames. Cassy's incredible waspish waist was
highlighted by two lights which had been centered on it. I suppose that she
knew her man as he seemed to be very intent on viewing, touching and caressing
the center of the hour glass that he had caused to be created of his lovely
wife. My God, what if Greg wants to put me into a six-inch pull one day? I
smiled as I watched Arch give Cassy a soft lingering kiss. Nine inch heels, six
inch-pull corsets, crotch-less panties... if it makes Greg happy I knew that I
would be just as content as Cassy. My life was opening up like a storybook
before me and everywhere there was sunshine and beautiful flowers.
Arch cleared his throat bringing the entire rooms attention to him. He now
stood in the center of our three frames, where he had place a small table on
which rested two dark brown boxes. 'Well ladies now that you are comfortably
ensconced hanging from your respective frames I suppose that it is time to add a
little spice to the evening.' Arch picked up the first box. 'As you know the
whole evening was set up to re-create my beautiful wife's dream, but to make
that happen we have all played a part. Michael suggested the corsets, I added
the ballet heels and even Cassy had a say by asking for this first bit of
spice.' With that he opened the box and turned around so that each of us could
see the three sets of brass bells connected by small chains to clamps that were
obviously intended for our nipples. Each of the men removed a pair and went
back to their mate. Greg smiled as he moved the lace out of the way of my
half-cups to squeeze and roll my right nipple. The clamp closed onto its tip as
I watched in fascination and felt the pressure build till it was just bordering
on painful. My left nipple he suckled to attention until it was also interred
within a tight brass clamp. I bit my lip a bit to keep from moaning as Greg's
father returned to the center of our triangle. 'The crowning excitement for the
evening come from our own son, Greg', Arch continued as he opened the larger box
on the table.
The other two ladies laughed as they saw what was inside, but I froze. My mind
never even went into gear as a horrified, 'No', escaped my lips. Tears began to
roll down my cheeks as I looked into the box and saw the three brightly colored
feathers. I turned to Greg and pleaded, 'No. Please anything but that. Whip
me with any whip that you want, but please not the feather again.' I hid my
eyes behind my arm, not able to look at him. All eyes were focused on me now
and there looks were as horrified as mine.
'Greg haven't you collared Sharon yet?' Arch asked incredulously. I had no idea
what they were talking about. Of course he had had me wear collars and even
leashes. Heck, what about the posture collar earlier this evening!
My lover and master hung his head in shame as his face turned red, 'No, sir I
haven't.' He shuffled his feet like a kid brought before the principle. 'It
didn't seem necessary up until now and I had wanted to wait until we had our own
place... you know to make it special.'
'Oh Son', his father replied softly. 'I can understand that, but in that case
you shouldn't have brought her to the party tonight.'
'I'm sorry Mom and Dad', Greg responded raising his head. 'Sharon and I will
get our stuff and leave. Truthfully, I'm sorry.'
'Oh no you don't!' Cassy nearly shouted. 'You two aren't going anywhere!' She
gave Greg a stare that would have melted bricks and told him, 'You just hold
your horses mister while I talk to Sharon.'
She turned to me and her gaze became much softer and loving. 'Hun, do you have
any idea what we are talking about?' I shook my head 'no' but didn't say
anything. 'Being collared by your master is a little ritual that has been
around for hundreds of years. In the past slaves were forced into there collars
and whipped until they obeyed without reservation. It's become more civilized
now and you can choose to wear your Masters collar. If you agree to become his
slave and wear his collar you are whipped by your Master. The collar symbolizes
his ownership and the whipping shows that you are willing to do anything that he
wish's of you to please him.' I nodded my head in acceptance. That wouldn't be
a problem he could whip me anytime he wanted.
'You still don't get it do you?' Cassy said as she looked deep into my eyes.
'Anything he wishes includes tickling you with that feather. That's why we all
knew that you weren't really Greg's slave yet, because if you were you would
have never questioned his right to do anything he wanted with you.' She
switched her glare back to her step-son and snapped at him, 'Within reason of
course!' My mind was in a total whirl. I couldn't believe what I had just
heard from that elfin little soul, yet at the same time her words reined in my
panic. Cassy was just as calm as could be telling me what I suppose I had
always known but hadn't really taken to this final extension. 'Greg, I don't
want you two to leave and what I think you should do is collar the girl here and
now... as long as she's willing.'
'Cassy, I'm a man now and I will determine what is reasonable and not reasonable
with my lover', Greg said with a voice as hard as steel. He softened it and
continued, 'But for the record, I love Sharon and I wouldn't push her farther
than she can stand.' He paused for a moment and then continued, 'Cassy, you
brought Dad back to me when I thought he was lost forever. You've led both of
us onto paths that have given us happiness. You have been the mother to me that
I never thought that I would ever want again... for you mom, if this is what you
want, is the least I can do.' My eyes were watering at the love pouring from my
man and I don't think that anyone in the room wasn't near tears or openly
crying. Cassy had tears sliding down her cheeks as Greg kissed her forehead
before he turned his gaze on me. That love of his began to pour into me like a
river that literally shook me to my core.
Taking my head in his hands he wiped away my tears with his thumbs. 'Sharon, I
wanted this to be a special occasion just between us, but I love my mom and I
don't want to ruin her party, so I am asking you here and now will you wear my
collar?'
I looked into his loving eyes that also held that steel that I had heard in his
voice moments before. I felt myself hanging in my bonds and the pressure on my
toes as I balanced in my awkward heels. I stood there totally helpless and knew
that I was there because he wanted me to be, but also because it thrilled me
like nothing else to please this man before me.
'My name is baby', I answered softly. 'I've been yours from the day we met and
I want to be yours forever.'
A tear rolled down his cheek and he kissed me lightly on the lips. 'Will you
wear my collar and submit to me in all things relating to bondage?'
'Yes Master', I replied equally softly.
'Know this one last thing before you give your final answer.' Greg said to me as
the steel crept into his eyes. 'You will not be whipped for your slave
initiation, nor will you be left standing as you are now.' He paused as he
stood back from me. 'You will be hung upside down and tickled with the feather
that you fear so for your initiation.' He picked up the long red feather, 'Now
I will ask you once again, will you wear my collar and submit to me in all
things relating to bondage?'
I lowered my eyes and tried not to cry. I pushed the fear behind me and thought
of this man that I loved. In refusing to be tickled I had done what should
never be done, I had lowered him in the eyes of his friends and parents in the
one area he was looking for accreditation. My lack of restraint had made him
seem less my Master than he was, and less than he should ever be seen to be by
anyone else. I had no choice and I knew what I must do.
I straightened myself as best that I could and said demurely, 'If it pleases you
Master, I beg to wear your collar.' It was the strongest thought that I could
phrase to show my love for him and his watering eyes made me feel content that I
had found the right words.
The room exploded into noise as the men clapped and my fellow captives offered
me their praises and congratulations. Greg's dad walked over and put his hand on
one of his shoulders, 'This isn't exactly how I thought that your mother's party
was going to turn out, but I'm proud of you' he turned and looked at me 'proud
of both of you. I think that I speak for all of us in that we are honored to be
here for your initiation baby. Usually an initiation is just between the two of
you, but you've already become part of our family in so many ways that it seems
fitting for us all to be here as witnesses. Congratulations young lady, despite
the fact that I may not be totally impartial, I think you are getting yourself a
wonderful Master!'
I smiled a truly genuine smile for the first time in what seemed like a long
time as I looked over at my man. He was just that my man, just as much as I was
his woman, slave, whatever you wish to call it. I felt the warmth of my love
for him begin to burn inside me once more as the helplessness of my situation
began to cause another fire to build within me. 'Thank you very much Sir. I
hope that I will always make your son happy and at the same time proud to be my
Master.'
Arch turned to Greg, 'Do you have HER collar with you or are you going to have
to use a substitute?'
'No. I've had it for some time', Greg answered as he reached down into his
bondage carry-all and pulled out a crushed velvet bag bound at its top with a
leather thong. He opened it and pulled out a collar that made me gasp in
surprise. It was a truly gorgeous piece of work of soft red leather that
matched my corset perfectly. It wasn't overly wide and had three chrome d-rings
at the front and on each side. Stitched in white script letters between each of
these rings was my slave name, baby.
'It's beautiful Master', I breathed ever so softly.
'I made it for you myself and I'm glad that you think it is beautiful. It was my
one desire to make such a collar that would fit you perfectly. Soft and yet
strong, bold and yet beautiful.' He said this softly as he put the collar about
my neck from behind me and cinched the buckle closed.
It rested about my throat softly, but the real weight and meaning of what had
just happened reverberated through my soul. I stood tall in my incredible heels
and felt like a million dollars as I realized that my collar linked me to Greg
more than any diamond ring ever could. The desires of our souls were joined in
what some might call a dark way, but to me it was a bright and shinning path.
Then he held up the feather to remind me of the final piece of my slave
initiation.
I looked at that feather as if it were a cobra waiting to bite me. In fact it
scared me more than a snake bite because I knew what to expect when it touched
my skin and that was one of the most horrific things that I had ever felt. When
the children were tickling me from every angle it was such a shock to my system
that I had lost control of my body. All I could do was react, lunging away from
each touch that fell on my sensitive skin like hot irons. I wanted to scream to
him, please just whip me. I knew how painful that could be, but I could take it
whereas tickling was something that was just beyond my ability to handle.
A tear rolled down my cheek as I held in my fear and horror. I hated the
thought of being tickled at all and I knew that this session would be truly
merciless. Looking into Greg's eyes I could see his love and concern but it was
buried beneath the steel of what he knew must be done to totally break me to his
will. I had always fully intended to be everything that he could possibly want
in a submissive partner, but this was the most difficult thing he had ever asked
of me.
Steeling myself to what must happen I began a relaxing chant in my head
reminding me of how wonderful Greg made me feel. His warm hands binding me into
helpless captivity. His experienced digits giving me glorious orgasms one after
another. The way he used his nipple clamps, whips, gags and blindfolds to drive
me to stronger and stronger orgasms. Hmmm, yes, joining his world had given me a
freedom that I had never known existed and I couldn't imagine walking away from
it or from him.
With that thought in my mind Greg began to prepare me for my ordeal. He lowered
me till I was sitting on the floor with my legs stretched out in front of me.
My cuffs were removed from my wrists and which he proceeded to wrap into a black
leather arm-binder. My ankle cuffs were replaced with a slightly larger set of
suspension cuffs to which the cables were now attached. That was the last thing
I saw before the leather mask slid down over my eyes.
I forced myself to remain calm and soon my ears picked up the whirl of the
electric generators and I felt my ankles being raised into the air. This part
was the fun part of my bondage as with Greg's support, I was lifted into the
air. The sensation of being bound upside down, with the blood rushing into my
head and pounding in my ears was something that thrilled me beyond words. I
couldn't imagine a more helpless position and somehow that once again set off
the fire between my legs.
The first touch of the feather was so soft that it was if it wasn't even
touching me, yet I knew it was there just hovering just above my quivering pussy
lips. All too soon it was caressing my sex as if he were dusting it and I
completely lost it. 'OH MY GOD', I cried as my entire body arched upwards
trying to close myself and hide from his ministrations as if I were some type of
jack knife. I held my stunned body in that position through the brute strength
of my stomach muscles until what felt like liquid fire slid across my back. I
felt myself snap back until my head was down where it started. My dazed mind
registered the unusual feel of my hair brushing the floor as I swung wildly from
my widely spread ankles.
'Ooooowwwwwww', I bellowed as another brush of the feather seared my chest. I
had no control over my body which was twisting from side to side and causing the
bells hanging from my nipples to ring unceasingly. Whatever pain they were
causing my nipples was lost to me as my detached mind goggled at the incredible
torment that I was being forced to endure.
Another flick of the feather against my crotch forced my arms to pull with every
ounce of my strength to try vainly to free them selves. 'Aaaeeeeiiii', I
screamed as the crotch rope that secured my wrists tore into my unprotected
vagina.
My body writhed about me in a tortured dance that I could barely comprehend.
Through all of the pain and suffering the nagging heat of an orgasm began to
take hold of me. Each touch of the feather, each pull of the bells at my
sensitive nipples and each pull on the rope that slid between my legs caused my
excitement to overwhelm my torment.
Even when the feather wasn't touching me, my mind which had begun to reconnect
with my body, kept me constantly writhing. I was pulling at my wrists and
shaking my chest simply to keep the excitement building. Just thinking of myself
helplessly hanging in my shackles made my loins burn. Thoughts that my Master
had forced me into heels that I couldn't even walk in turned that burn into an
inferno. Finally, the incredible tightness of my corset as I twisted and turned
in my unquenched dance of pleasure brought me to near volcano level.
Vaguely I could hear murmurs in the background. A stray word or two began to
penetrate my single minded drive to find the pleasure through the window of
pain. 'I can't believe it... she's can't be... oh my God he has her... actually
getting close to orgasm.' Their words all melded together and it mattered
little to me, all that mattered was what happened next.
'SLAP', the crack of Greg's hand flat against my pussy sounded like the shot of
a pistol. Once, twice, three times and then like a tidal wave the orgasm that
had been building all night long swept over me. 'Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes...' I
cried out in ecstasy. The searing touch of the feather didn't bother me any
further as all of my being was focused on the incredible feeling of being
totally and completely filled with the warmth and joy of my beautiful gut
wrenching orgasm. The feather now became my friend as it usefulness dropped as
a scourge, my lover and Master switched its play area to my breasts. Teasing
the bells kept my orgasm flowing through me like a wild river.
'Thank you Master. Thank you Master. Thank you Master.' I cried out over and
over again as my bodies gyrations slowed until I hung there in exquisite
exhaustion. I felt myself go limp and said once more, 'Thank you Master' in a
voice that told the world of my contentment and total sexual satisfaction.
I had sensed the silence in the room more than heard it when my Master had used
his painful little slaps to drive me into orgasm. Now the room once again
exploded into noise and voices as everyone began to talk at once.
'My God, She is incredible', I heard Cassy cry out.
'What do you mean her, Greg was incredible. He rode her like a wild colt and
broke her to his will without breaking incredible spirit of hers', Arch said
loudly in reply.
Michael and Sam, nearly said in unison, 'They are both incredible!'
While all the noise and discussion surged around us, Greg lowered me and
switched my cuffs around. In a few minutes I was wiggling nebulously in my
extreme heels as my wrists were pulled back into the air. Despite my near total
exhaustion, I was feeling so completely wonderful that I even found a nearly
painless way to stand in my ballet heels. If I let my weight sit directly above
my toes and kept my body in a straight line above them they were down right
comfortable. The padded toe box was a far site more pleasant to be pushed into
than those six inch stiletto pumps he favored. The way that they bent my toes,
instead of letting them be straight as in my ballet shoes, could be really
painful.
It was still difficult to keep the heels steady, but I preserved and as my
blindfold was removed I gained some little control over them. I smiled at him
and begged him with my eyes and partially opened lips to kiss me. My loving
Master Greg responded with a gusto that nearly made me lose my composure all
over again, but with a real effort I kept it together.
'Not bad baby', he told me with one of his roguish grins, 'Not bad at all.'
'Why thank you Master', I said with a smile. Then I remembered, 'Excuse me
thank you Sir.'
Greg's dad came up to me and kissed me on each cheek. 'You can call him Master
all you want honey as he has certainly proved that he is that!' I blushed but
he missed that as he turned to his wife. 'Well, Cassy, you and Sam have been
hanging around for a half-an-hour already, but I think that it's time to change
our plans and take a page from the newest Master in our midst play book.'
Cassy looked at Arch intently as she balanced all so perfectly in her ballet
boots. 'And just what did you have in mind Sir?'
'Getting you off while you are hanging there so helplessly is what I had in
mind.' Then without waiting for her reply he said to Mr. Thatcher, 'Is that
acceptable to you Michael?' He took at quick uncertain glance towards his wife
before he nodded affirmatively. 'Greg?' Unlike Mr. Thatcher, who I had once
thought of as the perfect master, Greg didn't need to look at me to know my
mind.
'Heck Dad, I know that Sharon is up for as many O's as I'll see fit to give
her', he said with his best grin. 'But after the sexual energy that she put
into the room I think that you gentlemen had best get down to business because
your ladies must be aching for a taste!'
Arch looked back over at Cassy who was smiling at him. Above her cuffs she was
using a crooked finger to call him over and play with her. 'You know my boy, I
think that you right. Tally ho!'
Greg lowered the blindfold down over my eyes and that was the last thought that
I had for everyone else in the room. I suppose my own moans and the jingling of
the bells on my breasts mingled with the other ladies, but my world closed into
simply my need and my Master's touch so I will never know for sure.
I vaguely remember having a short spreader bar placed between my legs and
feeling a thickly ribbed dildo slide into my sex. Then at Greg's urging, I
learned that I could impale myself on the hard rubber phallus by squatting and
then straightening. He whispered to me that if I wanted to come that I would
have to work for it and he didn't lie. Squatting in the incredible spikes was
at first nearly impossible, but my need drove me and soon I became very adept.
As the pseudo penis drove in and out of me like a piston in some infernal engine
I could feel my orgasm coming closer and closer. Just when I was ready to
scream for joy at the apex of my sexual frenzy, I felt and heard the snap of the
crop upon my already tensed butt cheeks. Since I was squatting the under-handed
blow forced me back up to a standing position, nearly knocking me off of my
heels. Before I knew what was happening I felt a downward blow against the top
of my buttocks force me back down again. Then with the precision that only my
Master can attain he whipped me up and down onto and off of the fake thick prick
until the pleasure and pain merged into another impossibly magical orgasm!
I'm pretty sure that he brought me to three more orgasms before he finally let
me down. I may have fainted into his arms afterwards because I woke up lying on
the couch in the living room with a light blanket pulled over me. My heels were
history and I was once again in my soft sensuous satin slippers. Every part of
me ached, yet I hadn't felt this good or sated in my entire life. God, I
thought to myself, it just kept getting better and better.
The discussion that was flowing around me started to make sense and I realized
that the thread of the conversation concerned the office. Mr. Thatcher was
talking about the S&M Contest and how Lucinda had once again pointed out that we
were missing a great sales opportunity by not fielding a team. I was a bit
miffed that I didn't get credit for pointing out the issue, but my fuzzy mind
glossed over that as I heard my own voice say, 'I think that my Master should
enter me in the contest.'
All eyes turned to me and I realized that I had said what I was thinking out
loud. I blushed profusely and thankfully Greg stepped into the void.
'Sharon has been trying to get me to enter us in the contest. She thinks that
the opportunity to the company is too good to pass up and she's willing to put
her butt, literally, on the line to prove it', he said this with a great sigh.
'I've tried to dissuade her by telling her how in sync with your partner you
have to be just to get past the first event, but she just doesn't see it.' He
shook his head sadly, 'Heck, that type of team work normally takes years to
develop!'
'Well maybe you are the one that needs to open his eyes', Cassy said to him
softly. 'And the key word to your problem is "normally".
'What?' Greg cried incredulously.
'Your mother is right son', said Arch as he picked up the torch of the
conversation. 'Sharon is incredible and like the young colt that she is she
needs to find the pace that will suit her and you both. But don't discount
yourselves because you have been together such a short time, no boy don't make
that mistake. Your mother is right, normally it would take quite a while to
make such a team, but you two aren't normal. You and that young lady flow
together like two rivers at a confluence, there is no beginning or ending you
both move as if you are one.'
'But Dad, the training time alone to get to the point where we could have a
chance at competing would take months! We just don't have enough time with the
contest only six weeks off!' Greg said in exasperation.
'Greg your Father and mother are right' Samantha added. 'You don't see it yet,
but you and Sharon have this uncanny ability to feed into each other and know
just what the other wants and needs. I've seen it time and again tonight and
its like some kind of sexy symbiosis.'
Greg still seemed to be unconvinced until Mr. Thatcher jumped in. 'I know that
I'm looking at this in a different light Greg, but the company could really use
this. We are becoming just like all of the other big specialty sex companies
and our sales have flattened out over the last three or four years because of
it. Your Dad and Harry were trying to break that stigma with his new line of
bondage furniture, but that is a small niche audience that we will be pursuing
not our general population. Now this contest could be the big break that we
have all been looking for!' He was beaming with fervor as he warmed to his
subject. 'Just look at the two of you... your both gorgeous and the crowds will
eat you up. And if you can get into the electives... my God think of the sales
potential!' He paused for a minute lost in his own thoughts and then went on.
'If you two want to go for it Leather and Lace will totally stand behind you.
We'll cut your working hours in half for a start and more if you need it. Any
other kind of help that we can provide will be totally at your disposal. So
what do you say?'
Greg looked over at me and now that I had fully awakened I smiled as brightly as
I could at him. 'You really want to do this don't you Sharon?'
I wanted to scream, yes, but this was too important to me to be flippant about
it. 'Greg remember our little bet that I lost?' He nodded his head, yes. 'And
remember how you let us both win and gave me my wish.'
'Sure I told you that you had carte blanche regarding any one decision that
effected our lives together', he replied softly. 'But I thought you would want
to use it on the house we buy or something like that.'
'No honey, those things aren't important enough to me', I said earnestly.
'Since Mr. Thatcher and his team took me in I have lived, breathed and slept
Leather and Lace. The company isn't just a set of financial records to me it is
the epitome of what makes people like me and you happy. And I want to bring the
happiness that you all have brought to me to everyone that is willing to embrace
it.' I looked at him in deadly seriousness 'I'm calling that marker due now
Greg, are you with me?'
'Am I with you?' He replied disgustedly as her wrapped me into his warm inviting
arms. 'And just where else would I be darlin', he said in his mock Irish accent
that he favored at times like these. 'Mind you lass, over the next six long
weeks I'm sure that you'll 'a be regrettin' your decision! But so be it lass,
so be it.'
