The Armoire

The Armoire Ch. 10 (The Account is Due)

- Sam Darquesied - Copyright © Sam Darquesied 2007, 2008

“Ally? Sammy…? You guys there?”

Tommy said, “Yeah, Kenny, we’re upstairs. Give us a moment…there’s coffee on. We’ll be down in a minute.”

“Okay,” said Kendall, “Just so you know, Malsa’s here with Lilly…Said she needs to talk to you.”

Surprised, he said, “Oh…Okay…I’ll be right there.”

Still with the stinger in his hand he looked down at Alyssa, lying on the bed. She was on her back, eyes closed and panting; perspiring so much one would think she just stepped out of the shower, and from her neck to her ankles, her skin was the colour of cotton candy--a bright pinky red.

“How are you now?” he said.

Between pants she said, “I’m okay, Tommy. I’m sorry if I scared you, but I’m okay. It was amazing…I’ve never felt anything like it before.”

“You ready for a shower?” he said.

She opened her eyes, looked at him, and said, “Oh…I’m still pretty tingly. I think I’ll hold off on the shower for a bit.”

“Oh…right…I should go down, but I don’t want to leave you alone. I’m going to get Kenny to come up, okay?”

“Okay, Tommy,” she whispered, as she lay her head back and closed her eyes.

He yelled down the staircase, “Kenny? Would you mind coming up here for a minute?”

She was at the top of the steps in less than a minute, and Tommy said, “Just stay with Al ‘til she’s ready to come down, okay?”

“Sure Sammy,” she said.

“Did Malsa say what it was about?”

She said, “No…but Lilly doesn’t seem too happy.”

He headed down the stairs as Kendall entered the bedroom, “Oh WOW!” she said.

Tommy walked into the kitchen and kissed the two women on the cheek, “It’s great to see my two favourite senoritas again…Unexpected, but great.”

Malsa said, “Hola, Sammy. I hope we haven’t come at a bad time.”

“No such thing as a bad time for a visit from you two,” he said, “What can I do for you?”

Malsa said, “I have a big favour to ask of you.”

Upstairs, Kendall silently sat on the edge of the bed beside Alyssa. After a few minutes she said, “Are you okay, Ally?”

“Oh yes,” said Alyssa breathlessly, “He finally used the stinger. It was like my whole body was dipped in hot oil, then ice water, then in pins and needles, then back in ice water. It was amazing Kenny. I’ve never felt anything like it before. Tommy thinks I only orgasmed at the end, but I had two before that. I just didn’t have enough breath to tell him. I fainted during the last one…I think it scared him a little.”

Kendall said, “You look like you’re completely sunburned. I thought he didn’t want to use that whip?”

“He didn’t want to use it until he got to know it,” Alyssa said, “You’ve seen…he’s been practicing for days. It was after the water balloons--once he was okay with them--he said he was ready.”

“Oh yeah,” Kendall chuckled, “They were pretty heavy balloons too. Took him a while, though…and I had to go and buy him a second box. He spilled a lot of water!”

Alyssa chuckled, “Yes, but once he could hit ‘em without breaking ‘em…well, look at me. Pink all over, but not even a single welt.”

“So…what did he do?”

Alyssa explained, “He tied my hands behind me then had me bend over the bed. Then he started at my ankles and up the inside of my legs, back and forth. I thought my eyes would pop out of their sockets with the first few hits. It was the most extreme stinging I’ve ever experienced, Kenny. It was like fire creeping up my legs. By the time he started on my bum, I had an orgasm. I was hardly able to breathe and I couldn’t speak, so I don’t think he even knew…no…he probably did.

“Then he had me stand up straight and turn around so I was facing him; it gave me a few seconds to catch my breath. He started again at my ankles then back up my legs to my tummy. Then he started on my boobs…Oh, Kenny…it was like…I don’t know…like thousands of razor blades were slicing me…then I orgasmed again.”

“Were you crying?” asked Kendall.

“Like a starving baby,” she said, “He stopped then, while I composed myself…Oh! I’m so stupid. Of course he new I was climaxing. He would never have continued with me crying like that unless he knew I was getting off.

“He started again on my tummy. It was softer but it still stung pretty good. He went over my tummy, then up my shoulders; down my chest; a little bit more on my nipples; then down to my abdomen. It was so hard to breathe…I was getting dizzy. Then he went between my legs.

“I can’t describe…the orgasm felt like I was full of water and it was suddenly coming out of me all at once…then I passed out.”

“Jesus, Ally!” said Kendall, “you’re going to have to—”

“Alyssa? Can you come down soon?” shouted Tommy from the bottom of the stairs.

“Oh yeah…okay, we’ll be right down,” she said, “Can you help me with the robe, Kenny?”

She carefully slid the light, terry robe over Alyssa’s shoulders, matching her cringes as the cloth touched her tortured skin, “Still pretty tender, eh?”

“Imagine a robe made of thumbtacks,” she said.

* * *

In the kitchen, everyone exchanged cursory hellos, and without going into detail, Alyssa explained that she was a little tingly from a recent session. Malsa smiled a knowing smile as they all sat at the little table. Earlier, she had asked Lilly to wait in the living room so Tommy had Kendall go and keep her company.

After a minute or two of small talk, Malsa, looking directly at Alyssa, said, “You remember I spoke of Lilly’s father, Dennis?”

“Uh huh,” said Alyssa, “As I recall, he left you while you were in labour!”

“Si, si…went out for a drink, and never came back. Best thing that ever happened to me, aside from having Lilly.

Over the years he has had little contact. I divorced him just after Lilly was born, and he paid some child support for a while, then disappeared. He did okay for himself; runs a casino in Vegas now.

“The thing is…Lilly has never known him, but has always wanted to try and…cómo dices…re-connect. Anyway, last week, out of the blue, he called her and said he would like to meet her…Make up for lost time, he said. Lilly was so excited. She hopped on a plane the next day.

“She met him in his office at the casino, and after only a few minutes, he unexpectedly said that he knew she was into bondage and that he was too. He suddenly tried to tie her to the chair and started feeling her up. He is still such a ‘serpiente en la hierba’…a snake in the grass.

“Lilly fought him off and came home right away. She didn’t stop crying for two days. She was so terribly depressed, I didn’t know what to do…Then I remembered what she had told me after Christmas. I suggested that we come to see you, and her eyes lit up.”

Alyssa said, “What did she say at Christmas?”

Malsa took a furtive glance at Tommy, and said, “That…she was in love with Sammy.”

Tommy said, “Well, I love her too, of course—”

“No, no…not like that,” said Malsa, “She is IN love with you. She wished she could be your submissive…your slave…for real.”

Flustered, Tommy said, “Oh…uh…I…uh—”

There was protracted moment of uncomfortable silence, then Alyssa said, “Sweetie, could you go and sit with Lilly and Kenny for a while?”

Tommy said, “But—”

“I know,” she said, “but please do this for me, okay? Go to the living room for a few minutes so Malsa and I can talk.”

He was as disturbed as she had ever seen him, but he agreed and left the two women alone.

Kendall was sitting beside Lilly on the couch, holding her hand. Both had tears in their eyes. It was evident that Lilly had filled Kendall in on the sordid details of her reunion with her father.

Tommy sat in the big easy chair across from the sofa, and after a few moments said, “Are you okay, Lilly?”

She raised her head and locked her huge brown eyes on his. Suddenly, she got up, jumped on his lap, threw her arms around him, buried her head in his shoulder, and wept. He just held her and stroked her hair, letting her cry for as long as she needed.

After a couple of minutes she raised her head, and still crying, said, “How could he do such a thing? He’s my father…how could he do that?”

“I know you wanted things to go different,” he said, “but he’s just your father biologically. You never met him before. He’s really just a stranger.”

“I wanted to kill him, Sammy!”

He said, “Well, that idea has crossed the minds of several people, over the past few minutes.”

She chuckled a bit through her sobs, then said, “Please let me stay Sammy. I’ll be the best—”

“Shhhhh,” he said, “We’ll see about that, but no matter what, things will be okay, Lilly, I promise you.”

Alyssa suddenly appeared in the archway, holding a coffee and a cigar, “Sammy, can we go for a walk?”

He gave Lilly a little kiss on the forehead and said, “I promise…it will all work out. Now, let me up please.”

Reluctantly, she relinquished the security of his lap and moved back beside Kendall. Malsa joined them on the couch while Tommy and Alyssa went to the kitchen and out the back door. They wound their way silently along the path through the bush, Alyssa holding his hand until they reached the clearing where they sat on the cedar bench. She lit the cigar, took a puff, and transferred it to him via a tender kiss.

Tommy broke the silence, “Looks like we’re in for another weird day!”

She smiled and said, “She’s not the only one. You know that don’t you?”

“Not the only one…what?” he said.

“Lilly’s not the only one who’s in love with you.”

“No, no,” he protested, “I’m sure it’s not like that. Besides, they know you’re my lady, and I wouldn’t take kindly to anyone trying to mess with that.”

She leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “I am your lady, and nothing will change that, but there are a few others who are in love with you…Sylvia, for one.”

“Oh…come on, Al! I don’t think so. What’s more, she has a boyfriend.”

She said, “That’s temporary, Tommy. It won’t last. Trust me.”

He leaned back, took a protracted drag from the cigar, and sighed, “My head is just spinning…but Sylvia is not the issue right now…Lilly is really messed up by all this. Even the lowest scumbag I know would never do that to his own daughter.”

“What do you think we should do?” she said.

“Jesus! I don’t know!” he said, “I mean…she wants to be my ‘slave.’ You’re the love of my life, and you’re not my slave, so why would I—”

“Yes I am!” protested Alyssa.

“You know what I mean.”

Alyssa said, “Yes, I know what you mean, but…I do whatever you want, when you want it don’t I? You say you don’t want me to be your ‘full time’ slave, so I try not to be all the time, but you know that I belong to you…completely. You own me, Tommy…I am your slave, and I have never been happier or more proud of anything in my life.”

Exasperated, he said, “Okay…I see what you mean…sort of, but that still doesn’t answer what to do about Lilly.”

She said, “I think you should let her stay.”

“What!?”

“I think she will be a good slave, and she might even help me be a better one,” she said.

“WHAT!?”

Alyssa couldn’t keep herself from chuckling at his reaction, “Tommy look; Malsa wouldn’t have brought her here if she didn’t think it was the right thing. I love Lilly like my baby sister, and you know she’ll be fun to have around.”

“My head is beginning to hurt!” he said, “And that’s another thing. You don’t see it as just a tad weird that her mother is bringing her here…essentially to be my slave?”

She said, “She’s a mom, worried about her daughter, trying to do what’s best for her. She knows you real well, and she knows you wouldn’t do anything to hurt Lilly…that you’ll love her and protect her.”

“And you’re telling me,” he said, “that with all this…you won’t have a problem…You won’t be even a little—”

“Jealous?” she said, “I don’t know, but we’ll work it out. I think Lilly knows that she can’t come between you and me, and I don’t even think she’d try. I think she’ll be more than happy to be number two in your seraglio.”

“My what?” he said.

“Seraglio…harem.”

Incredulous, Tommy said, “Jesus! My head is going to explode…! Are you sure about this? It might end up like Nicolette. If it hadn’t been for the doc, there’s no telling what—”

She said, “This is nothing like Nicolette. Lilly isn’t mentally unstable, she’s just had a bad time…I know why you’re reluctant, Tommy; just like I know why you don’t want the full time slave thing...You’re afraid that you’ll start taking it, and us, for granted. It won’t happen, Tommy; it’s just not in your nature…Do you remember what you told me at your birthday?”

He said, “Christ! My brain is rapidly turning to tapioca, and you’re giving me a test?”

Chuckling again, she said, “You asked me, that if you ever started taking us for granted, I should slap you. Well, I am your slave and I will obey you, so if that happens, I will slap you as hard as I possibly can.”

“Promise?” he said.

Alyssa leaned forward, put her arms around him, kissed him on the cheek, and said, “You have my word, My Master.”

* * *

Alyssa and Tommy walked into the living room, and he said, “Well, we’ve been talking and—”

“Oh wait, Sammy, please,” said Malsa and then she abruptly arose, took his arm, and led him to the front porch.

“If you’re going to let her stay,” she said, “then I think I should leave now. It might get uncomfortable for Lilly if I stay.”

He said, “Uh…okay. We talked about it and we’re going to give it a try. We’ll take care of her, Malsa; you know we will…I may need to call you though…”

Malsa put her arms around him and gave him a kiss, “I know she’ll be happy here, Sammy. There is nobody I trust more, but if you need me, just call and I’ll be on the first plane back here.”

After another kiss on the cheek, she turned, hopped in her car and was gone. He just stood there, taking slow, deep breaths, trying to process all that was going on. A minute or so passed before he realized he was just getting himself even more confused. Just before he moved to go back to the house, he turned his head skyward, and said out loud, “I knew my life was to good to be true. It’s payback time, isn’t it!?”

Entering the living room, he looked at Alyssa and said, “Did you…?”

She said, “No. We were waiting for you.”

He sat in the easy chair, sighed, and said, “Okay, Lilly, we’ve decided to try this—”

She instantly jumped from her seat squealing in delight. She pounced on his lap and hugged him in what seemed to be a death grip, all the while sobbing on his shoulder. As he tried to console her, Kendall and Alyssa stood up.

“We’re going to Kenny’s for a while,” said Alyssa, “If you need us just call. I think you two have a lot to talk about.”

Before he could protest, they were out the front door. He really would have liked some help at that moment, but he realized that Alyssa knew he would have to be convinced by Lilly that she was not going to try and step between them.

Her sobbing began to ebb, so he said, “Lilly, we have to talk about a few things. Most importantly, Alyssa. I want to make you happy Lilly, but I won’t do it at her expense.”

She sat up on his lap, and through her tears said, “Oh no, Sammy. No! She’s your lady. I know that, and I would never do anything…She’s your number one, and always will be. I just hope to become your number two. You’ll see, Sammy, I will be the best slave…to both of you.”

Sighing again, he said, “There’s a lot of stuff to work out, but there’s plenty of time. For now, why don’t you get your stuff and pick whichever room you like. Get yourself settled and we’ll talk some more later.”

She gave him a kiss on the cheek, thanked him too many times to count, then ran to the porch to retrieve her bags. As she came back in, she stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned towards him, “Is it okay if I go into slave mode now?”

He was about to tell her that they could discuss that later, but looking into her saucer-like eyes, he sighed once more, and said, “Yes, fine. Now go and unpack and meet me on the front porch in half an hour.”

The room actually seemed to brighten as her face beamed a huge smile. She squealed, “Yes, My Master!” and rushed up the stairs as fast as the heavy suitcases would allow.

As he got up to go to the kitchen, he couldn’t help but laugh quietly at her eagerness. He made himself a rye and ginger, and then took a quick, straight shot out of the bottle. He grabbed a cigar, went out to the front porch and settled in for some serious reflection.

His life had taken some strange turns over the past few weeks, and now he had this young, nubile, drop-dead gorgeous girl whose greatest desire was the be his eager slave. Of course, he already had a drop-dead gorgeous girl--the love of his life, who also had no other desire but to be his devoted slave. On the face of it, one would have to say that Tommy was sitting on top of the world, but he wasn’t an idiot. He knew that great care would have to be taken so as not to give Alyssa even a moment’s doubt as to her place in his heart.

Thoughts of the possibilities with Lilly were difficult to push from his mind. While most of his clients came to the ranch for their own gratification, she was different. She enjoyed the bondage, discipline, and forced orgasms as much as the next girl, but she had always been eager to please him. Often she suggested that if there was something new he would like to try, he should try it on her. And there was that incredible hummer on his birthday! While Alyssa’s affection for having his cock in her mouth was something he was constantly thankful for, Lillie’s enthusiastic effort was a close second.

His ruminations were interrupted as she came downstairs, out to the porch, and quickly knelt at his left side. The fact that she was stark naked was not helping him focus at all.

From her very first visit to the ranch, Lilly had instantly become one of his favourites. She was adventurous to a fault; never complaining of discomfort, regardless how extreme the bondage. She was exceptionally orgasmic, often getting terribly aroused simply as a result of the bind itself; walking by her clit would be enough to cause her to explode. The fact that she had one of the tightest bodies he had ever seen didn’t hurt either. If she had any body fat it must be buried deep inside her since there was certainly none visible on the surface, other than those “please squeeze me” boobs.

“We need to set a few ground rules,” he said, “but all this has caught me by surprise, so we may need to revisit the issue a few times, as we go.”

Keeping her eyes lowered, she said, “Of course, My Master, but…may I speak, Master?”

“You may.”

“I will happily abide by any rules you make, My Master; you or Mistress Alyssa. I am just so happy that you’ve allowed me to stay, and I promise I will not be a burden.”

Tommy couldn’t help but grin at her reference to “Mistress Alyssa.” He wondered how she would react to Lilly’s fervor to be submissive to her as well. His head began to spin again as visions of his two naked slave girls...

He had to physically give his head a shake to refocus, “I want you to go to the studio now and wait for me. We will talk there…Now off you go.”

She popped to her feet, slipped on one of the several pairs of flip-flops that were always available on the porch, and then she hurried to the studio. He watched her round, perfect bum wiggle back and forth as she speed-walked across the driveway, and then he called Alyssa to see if she had any suggestions for the “ground rules.” He explained that he was going to bind her and then talk to her. The bondage was, in part, a way to give him more time to think, but he admitted that he was indulging himself a bit as well. Hoping for a little help, he was a little miffed when Alyssa simply said that whatever he came up with was fine with her.

Upon entering the barn, he found Lilly kneeling on a mat near the E frame. He had her stand and brought her to the wheeled table under a powerful winch cable, then instructed her to lie, tummy down, on the table. He proceeded to bind her in an elaborate suspension hogtie. Even with his rope expertise, this kind of tie took a while to accomplish. He had to ensure that she was supported in such a way as to avoid any strain on arms, shoulders, and back.

The initial hogtie had Lilly’s legs bent, ankles firmly bound to her thighs. Ropes from her knees were attached to a waist rope, which spread her quite wide. Her wrists were tied behind her and her elbows were bound until they almost touched. Main suspension ropes were affixed just above her knees, around her hips, and around her shoulders and chest.

When he was ready, he winched her up just enough to clear the table, which he rolled out of the way. He then tied off her feet, arms, and even her hair to the suspension ropes, leaving her virtually unable to move a muscle. Lilly hung there, gently rotating like a child’s mobile over a crib. He slowly hoisted her up until her head was at his eye level, “Everything okay, my little slave?”

“Uh…yes, My Master…everything is okay,” she said.

Her answer seemed a little hesitant, so he spent the next minute or two double checking the ties. He was always cautious with this type of suspension. Done improperly, it could result in permanent injury. He checked her hands and feet to ensure that circulation was good. He checked the spots where the suspension ropes made contact with her body, again ensuring that her circulation was good and that the ropes were in the right place.

Satisfied that everything was as it should be, he asked again, “Are you in some discomfort?”

Sheepishly, she said, “Uh…I’m so sorry, My Master, but…I have to pee.”

He sighed, rested his forehead on hers…and they both started to laugh. The tie had taken all of fifteen minutes to complete and now he was going to have to undo it all. He went to move the table back under her, but she said, “Master, may I speak?”

Still chuckling, he said, “Yes, my little forgetful slave, you may.”

“I’m sorry, My Master, I was so excited…I forgot to go to the bathroom, but…if My Master wouldn’t find it too repulsive, I could just go in a bucket or something.”

While it was expected that clients always went to the bathroom before a session, it wasn’t uncommon for the odd “accident” to happen, especially with “lifters.” He had mopped up many dribblings over the years, and occasionally the need to assist an absentminded client had cropped up, prompting him, long ago, to purchase a couple of stainless steel bedpans. Tommy was still chuckling to himself as he went to the washroom to retrieve one of the receptacles.

He returned and held the bedpan underneath her, inadvertently holding the rim against her clitoris. Immediately the distinctive tinkling sound signaled that she really had to go, and at first Tommy assumed her moans were a result of the relief to her bladder, but suddenly she began to convulse as best as the hogtie would allow; the tinkling abruptly stopped, and Lilly whispered, “Chicago, My Master…Chicago!”

After a few seconds, she breathed a huge sigh…and the tinkling resumed. Tommy could only shake his head, marveling at the fact that she was so turned on simply by the restrictive bondage, only the slightest touch to her clit was enough to set her off.

When she was finished he wiped her with a warm, soapy towel, and then dried her with another, “Well, my little slave, that was a first, at least for me. Appears you are one up already.”

She said, “Oh, My Wonderful Master, if you could lower me a bit, it would be my greatest pleasure to even the score.”

That was the best suggestion he had heard all day! He quickly lowered her and his sweats almost simultaneously, then moved closer to allow her to take his increasingly impatient soldier. She had no leverage of her own, so he had to grab her head to help, which seemed to increase her eagerness even more. Truth be told, Tommy had been horny as hell from the time she came out on the porch, so it wasn’t long before he erupted into her amazingly zealous mouth. As at his birthday, she sucked even harder, like a starving, new born calf, and, just before he was about to extricate himself, he heard her mumble, “Chicago…Chicago!”

Finally extracting his now very sensitive dick from her mouth, he said, “Jesus, Lilly!”

“Sorry, My Master, It’s just so nice to have you in my mouth.”

Hoisting her back up to eye level, he said, “And…did you have another orgasm? Is that even possible?”

“It must be, My Master,” she said, “I did have another. I guess I’m still one up.”

After a few seconds of careful thought, the somewhat exhausted, but ever generous Tommy decided he could live with that. Just then Kendall knocked on the studio door, opened it a crack, and yelled, “Ally and I are doing some burgers on the barbeque. Be ready in about twenty minutes, Sammy.”

“Okay, Kenny. Thanks, we’ll be right there,” he answered.

He glanced at his watch as he retrieved the wheeled table and was surprised that it was after seven. Lowering her gently to the table, he said, “I didn’t realize it was so late. We’ll have to talk about things later…maybe tomorrow. For now I want to mention that you don’t have to be in slave mode, twenty four seven. That is to say, I’d prefer that you weren’t in slave mode, twenty four seven.”

“I don’t mind, My Master,” she said, “I would really like to be in slave mode all the time.”

Almost done untying her, he said, “So, you’ve not even been here for a full day and already you’re disobeying?”

Quickly getting off the table, she said, “Oh No! I didn’t mean that, My Master. I would never disobey.”

“Good. I release you now, for the rest of the evening. Let’s go have a burger.”

She said, “Yes…okay…uh…would it be okay if I still call you My Master?”

Exasperated, he said, “I…hmmph…You can call me whatever you like. Now let’s go; I’m starving.”

Tommy held the studio door, allowing Lilly to exit ahead of him, and she immediately started heading for Kendall’s, “Lilly…? Aren’t you forgetting something…? Clothes, for instance!”

“Oh…of course. Is there something My Master would like me to wear? Is there a slave outfit?”

Tommy let out a long sigh. This relationship was obviously going to take some getting used to, “No, Lilly, there is no ‘slave outfit’. Just…uh…In the front closet…there’s some clean, oversized tee shirts. Just grab one of them and meet us at Kendall’s.”

“Yes, My Master,” she said, then scurried back to the house.

He continued on his own, and as he neared the little house, Alyssa came out to meet him bearing a large, much needed rye and ginger and a cigar. Without a word she handed him the drink, waited as he downed almost half, then kissed him tenderly. Remaining silent, she lit the cigar and kissed him again to transfer that first puff. She looped her arm in his, led him around back to the patio, and then sat him at his place at the table. Kendall broke the silence, “So…just another day at the office, eh Sammy?”

The three of them burst out into a protracted, teary laughter that didn’t subside until Lilly came bounding across the grass. She actually began to take up a position to kneel at Tommy’s left, but Alyssa caught her eye and motioned that she should sit in chair. What she had suspected earlier was confirmed at that moment; she was going to have to slow Lilly down or Tommy was going to grow increasingly uncomfortable with the new arrangement.

Kendall’s burgers were the stuff of legend; completely homemade, smothered in caramelized onions, and the size of Frisbees. They were the kind of thing that vegans had nightmares about. It was challenging just to get one’s mouth around one, and any vestiges of etiquette had to be totally abandoned. Talking while wrestling with one of those monstrous sandwiches was virtually impossible, so the meal progressed with little chatter, save for repeated compliments to the chef.

Tommy washed his down with the remainder of his drink, and the moment his empty glass touched the table, Lilly popped up, grabbed the glass, and went to the kitchen to make him a fresh one. Alyssa followed her, ostensibly to show her how to make it properly. When she had the drink prepared, Lilly headed back towards the patio, but Alyssa stopped her, “I’d like you to give him his drink, kiss him goodnight, and then you and I need to go for a walk and a long talk.”

“Oh…okay, Ally…I mean…yes Mistress.”

She did as instructed; handing Tommy the drink, then giving him a little kiss on the cheek. Alyssa followed, kissing him full on the lips and telling him not to wait up. The two girls thanked Kendall for the meal, promised to return later to help clean up, then walked across the grass into the darkness.

Tommy watched them disappear into the night, then after a moment said, “Geez! You think she’s going to kill her?”

He turned back towards Kendall to find her looking at him like his maiden aunt used to when he said something stupid. Defending himself, he said, “I was kidding…! It’s just…she seemed so serious.”

“I’m sure it’s just a chat to clear the air,” she said, “Set out the ground rules. I’s all happened pretty fast, and I think Lilly will feel better knowing where Ally stands in all this.”

He said, “Yeah, you’re right, of course…Actually, that begs the question; how do you feel about all this?”

She said, “I don’t think it really affects me. I’m not your girlfriend, and I don’t want to be your full time slave. I like ‘perfect slave’…actually, I love ‘perfect slave,’ but…you know what I mean.”

“Well, I need you to know how much I appreciate all you do here,” he said, “Not just the horses and all that, but all the other stuff as well. The way you step up when I need you, no questions asked. You’re a godsend to me, Kenny…Do I pay you enough?”

She laughed and said, “You pay me just fine, Sammy.”

Despite her protests, Tommy insisted on helping her clean up, then, after a big appreciative hug, he strolled back to the house. He noticed that the lights were on upstairs and could here muffled voices from Lilly’s room. Choosing to leave them be, he just plopped down in the big, leather recliner, hit the remote and selected an old Laurel and Hardy movie. A few minutes later he heard the sound of bare feet padding down the stairs.

“So, how’d your little chat go?”

Alyssa came into the living room and said, “Very well. It’s all going to work out fine.”

She slipped her tee shirt over her head and then stepped out of her summer shorts. Naked, she sat on his lap and he reclined the chair a bit further so she could lay on top of him with her head on his shoulder. He ran his hand over her smooth bum and thigh and thought to himself that, yes it would probably work out fine, but it wasn’t going to be easy. However, that was for another day. At that moment, with his beautiful Alyssa curled up in a naked ball on top of him…the world was exactly as it should be.

* * *

On any other Sunday, Tommy would have to drag himself out of the sack to go to the eight thirty service, but that day he had hopped out of bed like a child on Christmas morning.

Things had gone better than he expected, and there was no doubt that it had been the best mass he had ever attended. Alyssa, on the other hand…not so much.

At her request, he dropped her off in front of Kendall’s then went on to park the ‘Vette in the garage. He sported an impish grin that seemed permanently etched on his face.

Sitting on the veranda with her morning coffee, it wasn’t hard for Kendall to see that Alyssa was somewhat agitated, “Morning Ally. Is everything okay?”

Stepping onto the porch, an exasperated Alyssa said, “You know Kenny…your employer has a demonic streak in him like nobody I’ve ever met.”

Kendall said, “Oh my! I do believe you’re angry with him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that.”

“No, I’m not mad at him,” she said, “In some ways it was funny, but…I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life; and he’s had that stupid smile on his face the whole ride home.”

“Okay, you’ve got to give me the details of this one, girl!” said Kendall.

“He made me wear the egg to church!”

“The egg?” said Kendall, “You mean the vibrator thing?”

Alyssa said, “Yeah, the stainless steel egg that goes inside me. I got it for him as a present a long time ago. We only use it once in a while…you know…just for fun. A few weeks ago we used it at a movie, and it was great. He buzzed me through the whole picture and used his hands…I got off I think three times, but somewhere in the middle, I made the mistake of saying that he could use it anytime; anywhere. It would seem that ‘My Master’ took that as some sort of challenge.”

Pouring her a coffee, Kendall pressed, “You mean he actually buzzed you during the service!?”

Blushing and getting even more perturbed, she said, “Yes…! It was…It was…He must have been planning this for a long while. The gospel today was one about John the Baptist. For the entire drive there, he never once pressed the remote control. He still hadn’t buzzed me during the first part of the mass, and then all of a sudden he hit the ‘high’ button. It took me by surprise and I let out a shriek, just as the old priest read the line, ‘I am the voice of one crying in the wilderness!’”

Kendall instantly burst into hysterical laughter, and although her face had become beet red, Alyssa couldn’t help chuckling herself, but she protested, “It isn’t funny Kenny!”

Fighting to speak through her convulsive, teary eyed laughter, Kendall managed to say, “I’m sorry, Ally, but…it is!”

The two of them were still cracking up as Tommy strolled to the porch, sporting that mischievous grin. Unable to resist the temptation, he hit the button once again, causing Alyssa to jump, and Kendall to laugh herself almost out of breath. He waited a moment for them to settle down, then he handed the remote to Alyssa and said, “I release you now, my little slave. Here, you’d better take this before I hurt somebody!”

She took the remote, dutifully said, “Thank you, My Master,” then stood up to go to the bathroom. Just before she went in the front door, she turned and stuck her tongue out at him.

He laughed, turned to Kendall, and said, “I’m probably going to hell for that one.”

Wiping her tear soaked face, she said, “I certainly hope so! That was awful, Sammy!”

“I know,” he said, “but…it was worth it!”

They started chuckling again, but then Alyssa called from the bathroom, “Oh, My Master, could you come in here please?”

Realizing that she was demanding a little…satisfaction, Kendall suddenly shouted, “Oh no! You’ll have to do that later. I almost forgot; Lilly is waiting with breakfast for all of us at the main house.”

From inside, they could hear Alyssa say, “Shit!”

As the three of them neared the house they could see that Lilly had prepared an elaborate table on the veranda, complete with table cloth and three well appointed place settings. The table was loaded with pancakes, bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee. Barefoot and wearing a fresh, oversized tee shirt, Lilly stood to the side, patiently waiting for them to arrive.

“Good morning everybody…Good morning, My Master,” she said.

Acknowledging the greeting, the two women took their seats while Lilly held the chair at the head of the table for Tommy. As he sat, he said, “Thank you very much, Lilly; this is amazing.”

“Thank you, My Master,” she said, and then poured his coffee, served him some pancakes and bacon, and even applied the margarine and syrup. When he indicated that everything was fine, she went on to serve the two women, then took up a position at Tommy’s left, and knelt beside him.

He sighed, and said, “Oh…Lilly, you don’t have to—”

“So, Lilly, let me tell you what happened at church today,” said Alyssa, catching Tommy’s eye. Her look told him that it was best just to leave things be for the moment.

She retold the story of the egg and the events at the service putting everyone at the table back into a state of uproarious laughter and dribbling coffee. When things settled down a little, Tommy said, “Well, my little slave, we need to assign a few things for you to do around here. Today, if it’s okay with Kendall, I’d like you to help her with the horses and whatever else she needs.”

Kendall nodded that it was fine with her, and asked that she meet her in the barn in an hour or so. Lilly immediately began to clean up the dishes.

Tommy assumed she could learn to take care of the horses and other related chores, which would work out well since Kendall was planning a week away to visit Nicolette in Chicago.

As he watched Lilly carry some of the dirty dishes into the house, he noticed that the tee shirt just barely covered her round little butt, “Al, do you think maybe you could work out something with her as to what to wear around here? She seems to think she needs a ‘slave outfit,’ but the tee shirts just aren’t cutting it.”

Teasing, she said, “A ‘slave outfit?’ Oh, of course, My Master. What do you think, Kenny? Perhaps we could all wear tiny, transparent, string bikinis, with ‘DS’ painted on our butts!”

The two women began to giggle and Tommy just put his face in his hands, shook his head, and said, “I think I’ll just leave it to you.”

* * *

While caring for only four horses wasn’t a huge amount of work, Tommy was insistent from the start that the barn and corral were to be kept pristine, and the horses themselves were to receive the type of care normally reserved for thoroughbreds.

Lady X was the only mare; an eight year old Appaloosa with the temperament of Mother Teresa. Thunder was the senior citizen at sixteen years, but he was a handsome devil; buckskin with dark brown mane and tail. Whipper was the teenager; a six year old paint quarter horse that spent most of his free time annoying Thunder.

The Marquis was Tommy’s horse; a large Morgan with a deep coffee coloured coat and even darker mane and tail. Although he was a gelding, he had the proud stance of a stallion and the temperament to match. While he would put up with anybody standing near him, or even petting him, only Kendall could walk him, and only Tommy could ride him.

“Mistress Kendall, may I ask a question?” said Lilly.

“Sure you can ask a question,” said Kendall, “but if you call me ‘Mistress’ one more time I’m going to take this shovel full of horse shit and dump it on your head! I’m not your mistress…I’m just Kendall and you’re just Lilly, okay?”

Chuckling at the reprimand, but keeping an eye on the shovel full of Lady X’s manure, Lilly said, “I’m sorry Kendall. It’s all so new…It’ll take me a while to get my bearings.”

“What was your question?”

Lilly said, “Have I really screwed things up here? I mean…my being here…Has it really created a problem?”

Kendall dumped the shovel into the wheelbarrow, paused a moment, then said, “Yeah…yeah, I’m sure it has created a few problems, but they’ll deal with them, Lilly. If Sam didn’t want you to stay he would have said so; and if Alyssa wasn’t a hundred percent on board, there’s no way that he would have agreed. Just be straight with them and I’m sure everything will work out fine.”

“Thanks, Kendall. They won’t regret it…you’ll see…and thanks for letting me help. I’ve always liked riding, but I really want to learn more about the horses.”

Kendall said, “You ride very well; I’ve seen you, although I’ve always wondered why you like riding old Thunder.”

“Aw, he’s old, but he’s got a good soul,” she said, and then she abruptly changed the subject, “Sam was pretty lucky to find you; someone who is so knowledgeable about horses and into BDSM.”

Kendall said, “Oh, it was just the horses when he first hired me; the other thing didn’t come ‘til later. Didn’t go real well either…I almost quit.”

She was about to continue cleaning the stall when Lilly said, “Oh, come on Kendall, you can’t just leave it like that!”

She sighed, then motioned for Lilly to sit on a bale of straw, “Well…It didn’t take a brain surgeon to figure out what the two of them were doing in the other barn. After a couple of weeks I got a few peeks and saw what was in there, but I figured it was their business…even though I had always been…you know…curious about that sort of thing.

“At first, I just forgot about it. After all, I was just the hired help and it wasn’t my place to nose into their lifestyle, but then there was the day that Wendy came here. I watched everything from here, and when I saw her come out, I realized that things were different. It wasn’t just the two of them anymore, so I decided to bite the bullet and confronted Ally a few days later.”

Lilly said, “You mean you threatened to quit if you couldn’t…participate?”

“Oh no! Nothing like that. I just said that I knew what they were doing, and since Wendy had been there…I told her that I had always wanted to try it and asked her if she would do some stuff with me. Being gay, I didn’t really want Sam to do it, but Ally said that he was the expert, so it would have to be him.

“Long story short; the three of us met and talked things over. Sam was reluctant but finally agreed and said he would avoid touching me with his hands; he’d even wear latex gloves if I wanted. I was really nervous, but an hour or so later, we were in the studio.

“He tied me to the horizontal beam…you know, with my arms up over my head and ropes at my ankles, knees, and thighs, holding me in a wide split against the beam…like an upside down ‘T.’ He wore the gloves like he promised and he was really trying; hardly touching me at all, but I was so turned on. I was flexing my muscles so much that I came before he was even done tying me.

“I didn’t say ‘Chicago’…I didn’t want him to know, although looking back, he probably did. Anyway; he started lightly whipping me, just with the horsehair on my legs and thighs and tummy, and I came almost instantly. It was so new to me; sensations that I had never felt before…so intense.

“Then he started whipping my boobs…and I came again. I wasn’t wearing a gag, but I was pretty quiet. I’m not sure why, but I didn’t want him to know how it was effecting me; how a man was turning me on so much, but…then he whipped me on my crack and I screamed bloody murder as I had the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced.”

Lilly said, “So…you wanted to quit because Sam gave you your best orgasm ever?”

“No! Of course not!” said Kendall, “Now, be quiet or I won’t tell you the rest.”

“Oh no! Please…I’m sorry.”

Kendall continued, “Well…All this was before there were any clients, so Sam and Ally hadn’t really set any ground rules…you know…what he would do with other women.

“After that orgasm I was terribly excited. My head was spinning; it was like I was in a dream world; and I…I started to beg…I begged him to fuck me. I screamed at him, ‘Fuck me, please! Fuck me now…hurry…please!’ I was crying and begging and he was horny too, of course, so he put on a condom and fucked me.”

Lilly said, “You know Master Sammy doesn’t like that term.”

“Well, he’s not here right now, is he,” Kendall retorted, “and, besides, at the time that’s what I said. Now shut up and let me finish.”

“Sorry.”

“I came…he came, and at that instant it was really nice, but right after…I felt awful; that I had let a man do that to me. I screamed at him to untie me and then I ran to the shower and just sat in a curled up ball under the water, crying my eyes out. I was so confused. I felt like I had been violated…raped, but it was even worse because I had begged him to do it.

“I grabbed my clothes and ran out, screaming that I had to leave; that I couldn’t work here anymore. I ran to the little house and threw up on the porch. I had never felt that confused in my life. I couldn’t think; I just fell on the couch and bawled like a little baby. I hadn’t even put on my clothes.

“A few minutes after, Alyssa came in and sat beside me. She’s such a doll, Lilly; she didn’t say a word, she just held me and let me cry. I cried for about five minutes straight, then when I settled down a bit, Ally said that both Sam and I had made a mistake, but that’s all it was, a mistake, and mistakes can always be corrected. She stayed with me for the rest of the day and really helped me come to terms with everything.”

Lilly said, “And what about Sam?”

“Oh, the poor guy. I didn’t realize, at the time, how bad he felt about the whole thing. He felt responsible; that he should have been more in control, but it was confusing for him too. He just wanted the session to be a good experience for me, and when I begged him to fu… to come inside me, he thought it was the right thing to do. It was a couple of days before either one of us could look the other in the eye, but we ended up sitting down and talking it out. Alyssa was like a moderator and we even ended up creating a couple of rules for future sessions with me and the clients.”

“What rules?” said Lilly.

“Well, one was that Sam would not respond to requests, which hadn’t been discussed beforehand, in the middle of a session; and as far as I know, with one exception, that was the last time Sam had intercourse with a client.”

Lilly said, “Wow! Thanks for sharing that, Kendall.”

“No problem, but you’re only the second person I’ve told that to and I expect you to keep it to yourself. Now pick up that shovel, young lady, and start scooping up that horse shit before I run and tell your master that you’re just a little goldbrick.”

“Yes, Mistress Kendall,” she said, immediately regretting her lapse in memory as she felt the warm, mushy shovel full of Lady X’s excrement flump on the top of her head.

* * *

Looking out the front window, Tommy realized that it was the first time he had been on his own for the past two days. He had contemplated taking The Marquis out for a run, but as he watched Alyssa walking towards Kendall, who was inexplicably hosing down Lilly’s head, he decided to just lock himself in his office and do some writing…or maybe just some thinking.

Before she decided to go and help the other girls, Alyssa and he had a long talk about Lilly and their new situation. He wasn’t all that worried about Lilly; it was pretty clear what she was looking for and he felt he could stay on top of that, at least for now. It was Alyssa that concerned him.

Although she had been pretty subtle, it was clear to him that she wanted to be more “slave-like” or at least spend more time in slave mode. She had even boxed him in on one point; stating that it wasn’t fair that Lilly could call him “My Master” while she, his number one girl, could not. He had to give in on that one.

He sometimes wondered if she really knew how much he adored her. Not just for her beauty or the bondage and sex. That was part of it, certainly, but he relished her intelligence; her wit; her patience; and her wisdom. He didn’t give a flying fedora what she called him; he just needed her to know that he never truly thought of himself as her master nor did he think of her as his slave.

They ended up with a compromise; for the most part she could decide for herself when she would be in slave mode, and sitting there with his head in his hands, he laughed to himself when it dawned on him…it had been that way since they met. Aside from Lilly being here, nothing would really change. Sure, there would be some adjustments, but the bond between him and Alyssa was as strong as ever. Maybe, in an odd way, even stronger.

He suddenly felt much better about everything, and looking out the window at the woods, he said out loud, “Jesus, Darquesied, you can be such a putz!”

The ringing phone startled him and broke him out of his musings, “Hello.”

The voice at the other end said, “Hi, Sam, It’s Lindsey.”

“Corporal!” he said, “How the heck are you?”

“I’m fine Sam…I just wanted to apologize for leaving the way I did a few weeks ago. It was rude and I—”

“Lindsey, stop right there,” he said, “There is no apology necessary. I told you then and I’m telling you now…You’re ready when you’re ready. There is no time limit or expiry date. We can try again anytime you want.”

She said, “Well…I would like to try again, if that’s okay, but there’s something that has me a bit concerned…uh…payment. I can’t afford your going rate.”

Tommy said, “Oh, don’t worry about that. I am a great believer in the barter system. There are a few girls who contribute in ways other than money.”

“I couldn’t do anything that would put my job in jeopardy,” she said.

“I would never put you in a position like that,” he said, “Not to say that if I ever needed ‘cop related’ help I might not ask, but you can always tell me to take a hike. Besides, there are a lot of other ways to contribute.”

“Such as?”

He said, “Well, I’ve got a group thing coming up in a couple of weeks and I could really use some help with that. Both Ally and Kenny will be away.”

“Oh yes,” she said, “You mean like…uh…that KriSylDarque thing? I could definitely help with that.”

He said, “Same sort of thing, yes. There’s only four girls this time; eight was just too many; and this one won’t be as elaborate…To be honest, I don’t really have a good scenario so far. Sorority house raid maybe…I don’t know…Seems kind of lame, but I can‘t come up with anything else. Got any ideas?”

“Actually…I do have a thought. Not sure if it’s what you’re looking for, but—”

“Hey! Spill it girl!” he said, “It has to better than anything I’ve come up with so far.”

Lindsey said, “It could be good, I think. It all depends.”

“On what?” he said

“On whether or not you’ve ever considered owning your own prison.”

* * *

Staring out her apartment window, Lindsey couldn’t help but regret having run away from the ranch that day. She had been terribly confused and she felt that Tommy was being unduly harsh; trying to force her to be completely submissive right from the start. Later she realized that his experience told him that’s what she wanted, and…he was right. It was just so bloody hard for her to give herself over.

They had worked it all out on the phone and her instructions were clear; come nine o’clock Friday night, she belonged to him. She was in slave mode and would be so until Sunday evening. She looked down on the street from the second floor apartment and the Yukon was there, as he had promised, in front of her building…on the opposite side of the street.

“Bastard!” she muttered to herself. She had been directed to wait until nine o’clock then strip naked and watch for the truck to appear in front. Then she was to cuff her hands behind her—using her own cuffs no less—and make her way down to the street and into the back seat. Her apartment was in an old part of town, so it wasn’t really busy on the street at this time of night, but everyone in the building knew her. If any of them were to see her…

It was almost nine thirty; she had been building up her nerve for half an hour. Suddenly she muttered, “Bastard!” one more time, put her keys in her teeth, and slowly opened her apartment door. Ensuring that the hall was clear, she stepped out, closed and locked the door, and cuffed her hands behind her. She quickly made her way to the stairwell and down to the main floor where she had to turn and grab the doorknob from behind. As she began to turn the knob she heard the main door open and loud voices enter the building.

She let go of the knob and took a step to the side just as the stairwell door flew open. She was momentarily hidden behind it, but as the hydraulic closer slowly released, she could see four teenagers noisily walking up the stairs. If one of them turned their head, even just a bit…Lindsey held her breath and it seemed like time had stopped. The sudden realization of the risk she was taking caused her face to go ashen. If someone were to see her, and recognize who she was, her career would surely be over. She was a nanosecond away from calling the whole thing off, but the teenagers continued up the stairs and out of sight. She asked herself if this was worth the risk as she grabbed the almost closed door and stepped into the empty front lobby. Her heart was pounding so hard she feared it might leap out of her chest.

She took a deep, loud breath and said out loud, “Hell yes!” Then she pushed the front door open with her bum and stuck her head out to survey the street. An elderly couple was walking hand in hand only twenty feet from the door but their backs were to her; and there was a car coming in the distance. She looked across the street and saw Tommy standing by the Yukon with the back door open. Lindsey then took a deep breath, muttered, “Bastard!” yet again, and dashed across the road.

She literally dove into the truck, sliding all the way to the other side. A smiling Tommy directed her to sit up straight behind the passenger seat, took the keys from her teeth, and fastened her seat belt. He was careful to adjust the shoulder strap between her breasts. To ensure that all was correct, he found it necessary to stroke her boobs and tweak her nipples, then he said, “Seems to be okay, wouldn’t you agree, my little slave?”

There were a thousand things she wanted to say to him at that moment; none of them flattering, but she bit her lip and said, “Yes…uh…Master.”

“It’s ‘My Master’,” he said, “but we’ll let that one slide. This is kinda fun, isn’t it?”

Thankfully, the question was rhetorical and Tommy closed the door, hopped behind the wheel and took off. She just stared out the window as he drove through town, then she suddenly blushed deeply as she realized she felt moisture in a place that hadn’t been wet in a long time. She pondered that as the Yukon pulled into the supermarket parking lot.

“I need to pick up a couple of things. Won’t be long,” he said, then he stepped out, locked the doors and headed for the store. At least he hadn’t parked right in front of the building, and it wasn’t too busy, but still, several people walked by the truck over the next few minutes. They all seemed oblivious to her presence in the back seat, and the windows were tinted, but she could easily see out, so she had to wonder how easy it might be to see in.

She began to panic about five minutes later as two young men came out of the store and walked straight for the truck. Both appeared to be looking at the untinted windshield. She clenched every muscle in her body as they drew closer and closer; both laughing and seemingly looking straight at her. She held her breath and clenched even harder as the two men moved to the driver’s door. As one of them pressed his face against the glass she tightened her muscles as hard as she could, trying not to move…then she gasped as her orgasm began.

She had never experienced that type of self induced climax before and it startled her, but she fought the urge to yell as the young man turned to his friend and said, “Sweet ride,” then wandered off.

Lindsey was perspiring and still panting hard when Tommy returned. He got into the driver’s seat, then turned and said, “Anything happen while I was gone?”

“No,” she said.

He said, “Would you like to try that again?”

“What…? Oh…Uh…No, My Master.”

He kept looking at her for a few moments, then shook his head, turned back, and drove out of the parking lot. The rest of the ride was uneventful, but she cringed every time they passed a vehicle, especially a high SUV or truck. She was greatly relieved when the Yukon pulled up in front of the studio.

Tommy got out, opened the rear door, undid the seatbelt, and helped her out of the truck. He led her into the studio to a position between the two whipping posts. Without a word he used her keys to remove the handcuffs, and then took a minute to install suspension cuffs on her ankles and wrists. He moved her forward and began to clip her in place between the posts.

“You know,” he said, “there are many forms of sensual bondage. There’s hogties, reverse stands, spreads, upside down, pillory…hundreds of variations really, but when push comes to shove, the most effective is the classic spread eagle between the posts.”

He finished fastening her ankles, then moved in front of her and admired her trim, muscular body suspended and spread between the posts, “You see? This is the ideal bind. We are more or less eye to eye, yet you are completely suspended off the ground. You are spread wide and virtually immobile even though the bungees give you an illusion of mobility. The reality is; the best you can do is vibrate.”

He stepped close to her; almost nose to nose, and began to fondle her breasts, “The best part, though, is that I have access to every square inch of your body. I can touch, whip, probe…whatever I want, whenever I want.

“Yes…When it’s all said and done, the classics are always the best. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, My Master,” she moaned. It was the first honest response she had given all evening. She could face down an armed suspect in a dark alley with barely an increase in adrenalin flow, but tightly suspended in the posts, she found herself aroused, excited, and frightened all at the same time. Not to mention his expert stroking of her boobs and nipples. When he stopped, she realized she had closed her eyes and laid her head back, savouring the exquisite caress.

Her head snapped forward and her eyes opened wide as saucers when the flat bladed, leather flogger smartly smacked her right butt cheek. It was the first time in her life she had ever felt the sting of a whip.

Tommy calmly said, “You lied to me back at the supermarket.”

“What…? No…I didn’t…OWWWW!” Another sharp lash to her other cheek.

Maintaining his cool, even tone, he said, “Answer properly please.”

“I didn’t lie to you, My Master…OWWWW SHIT!” The sound of the third smack echoed through the studio.

He said, “When I returned to the truck, if I had reached my hand between your legs, what would I have felt?”

“What? I don’t understa…OWWWW GAWD OWHOWWW!” The hard blow across her bum caused her eyes to well up.

Calmly he repeated, “If I had reached my hand between your legs, what would I have felt?”

“I don’t understand, My Master…OWWWWWW!” The flogger lashed at her outer thigh.

He repeated yet again, “What would I have felt?”

Crying quite openly she finally shouted, “I was wet…! You would have felt moisture, My Master!”

She braced herself for the follow up lash, but none came as Tommy moved in front of her and said, “Why would I have felt moisture, my little slave?”

“Because, My Master…Because…I…I had an orgasm,” she said.

Softly he said, “Why would you lie to me about that, my little slave?”

“Because I was embarrassed, My Master, I…OWWWWW!” The flogger snapped at the top of her breast.

“NO! PLEASE! I’m telling the truth, My Master…OWWWWW OH PLEASE!” Another lash to the other breast.

Making a point to keep his voice calm and even he said, “You lied to me about a very important event, and you lied because you don’t trust me. I am very disappointed, my little slave.”

“No! NO! I do trust you, My Master, It’s just…OWWWWHOWWW NO!” The upward lash to the bottom of her breast made her shudder in the bungees.

To an outside observer, it would appear that his treatment of Lindsey was somewhat cruel, especially as it was her first time, but he knew she was struggling with her own desire to give herself over to him; to give herself over absolutely. He knew it was what she wanted; what she needed, because it hadn’t even occurred to her to use the out word to stop it…and he knew she was close.

He waited a few seconds for her to respond, but hearing none, he struck her other breast with another sharp, upward slap.

“OWWWW OH GAWD…PLEASE, MY MASTER!”

Again he waited for a response. Lindsey was sobbing hard; her chest heaving, but slowly, she opened her eyes, looked straight into his, and said, “I’m so sorry, My Master. I do trust you completely…I will never lie to you again.”

Tommy moved forward and kissed her sweetly on the lips, then moved behind her and switched the leather flogger for the horsehair. He immediately started his soft, rhythmic whipping; up the inside of her legs and around her hips and back. He was careful not to strike her body where the leather lash had already been. Her response to the wonderfully soft lash striking between her legs was a loud, sobbing orgasm, which left her breathless and totally spent.

She tried to speak as he was freeing her from her bindings, but he shushed her, then led her to the shower. He washed her slowly and gently, drying her with those marvelous, warm towels. Her eyes were closed and she heard herself moan as he massaged in a generous amount of E lotion. Lastly, he slipped a luscious, warm, terry robe over her shoulders, and said, “You did very well, my little slave.”

“Thank you very much, My Master,” she said…By far, her most sincere response of the evening.

Tommy then led her to the main house and upstairs to her room where he took her robe and bound her wrists in front with some soft, nylon rope. He had her lie down and then affixed her arms, over her head, to the headboard. Satisfied that she was secure, he leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips and said, “Goodnight, my little slave. Sleep well and sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight, My Master,” she said as he switched off the light and left the room.

Alone in the darkness she sighed to herself, realizing it was only around eleven o’clock. That was pretty early for her, and with her hands bound as they were she felt it was unlikely she would sleep. She closed her eyes and smiled as she felt the mattress press against her still stinging bum…and then she heard Alyssa’s voice.

“Lindsey…? Lindsey, sweetie…Time to get up, honey.”

Groggily she opened her eyes and saw Alyssa sitting beside her on the bed. The room was bright from the morning sunlight flooding through the window.

“What time is it?” she said.

“A little after nine. Come on now, get up and come and have some breakfast,” said Alyssa.

“Uh…okay…Are you allowed to untie me?”

Alyssa said, “You’re not tied, Lindsey.”

She moved her arms and was surprised to discover that she was no longer bound. Still a little muzzy, she dragged herself from the bed, donned the terry robe, and headed for the bathroom. A few minutes later the two women joined Lilly in the kitchen for eggs, toast, and coffee.

Midway through the meal, Lindsey said, “I thought he never left anyone alone when they were tied up.”

“That’s right,” said Alyssa.

“Well, he left me alone last night,” she said.

Lilly, through a mouthful of food said, “What makes you think you were alone?”

In an attempt to allow Lilly to swallow her toast, Alyssa took over, “We were going to take turns keeping an eye on you ‘til you fell asleep, but it never got past Lilly—”

Food safely in her tummy, Lilly burst in, “Yeah, you were out like a light in like five seconds, so I got My Master and he untied you and pulled the covers over you.”

“I’m amazed that I slept for ten hours. I never sleep that long, but all the things that happened last night; it was—”

“Lindsey, I have to stop you there,” said Alyssa, “What you and Sammy did last night is between you two; at least for the time being.”

“Is that to protect you from…the things he does with other women?” she said.

Alyssa smiled and said, “Oh no, sweetie, he tells me everything. That’s how he protects me.”

They finished their breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen, then Lindsey said, “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do now.”

Alyssa said, “We’re not really supposed to help you much, but…you can do whatever you want until he comes in. The instant you see him though, you should get into position…Could you show her Lilly?”

“Oh certainly, Mistress,” she said, “Well, if you have enough time, you should lose the robe, and then kneel with your bum back on your heels, your knees apart, your hands at your sides, and your eyes down. We call it the ‘O’ position…like this.”

Lilly did not remove her shorts and tee shirt for the demonstration, but knelt and displayed the perfect ‘O’ pose. After a moment she arose and said, “If he surprises you, then point your eyes to the floor, spread your feet apart, and put your hands behind your back. Do not speak first, but the first chance you get, apologize for not being naked.”

Suddenly Alyssa said, “Oh, there he comes! He’s at the front veranda!”

Lindsey quickly discarded her robe and assumed a reasonable ‘O’ position in the hallway. She had her eyes glued to the floor and waited for Tommy to enter, but after a few seconds Alyssa said, “Oh, my mistake. I just remembered; he’s still upstairs in bed.”

There was a moment of silence, then Lindsey said, “Very funny!” and they all began to laugh.

She started to get up off the floor when they heard footsteps on the stairs. She quickly resumed the position and the other two girls retreated to the kitchen. When Tommy reached the bottom of the staircase, he turned into the hall and was visibly surprised to see her kneeling there.

“Good morning, my little slave. I trust you slept well.”

Keeping her eyes down, she said, “Good morning, My Master. Yes I slept very well, thank you.”

“Good, good,” he said, “and I must say, I am pleased with your attempt at the ‘O’ pose, but your knees must be much further apart.”

Lindsey immediately began to blush, but she complied, spreading her knees as far as was practical. She instantly became aware, with some surprise, that even this small act of submission was very arousing.

“Much better, my little slave,” he said, “Now, back straight and chest out. Remember you are offering yourself; presenting yourself.”

Again she obeyed; no longer blushing, but trying to present the very best ‘O’ pose she could muster. It had suddenly become very important to her that she please this man.

Tommy continued to the kitchen and greeted his two ladies. Both returned the greeting, referring to him as ‘My Master.’ After some breakfast and some small talk he said, “Girls I need a few minutes with my little slave please.”

Alyssa and Lilly answered, “Of course My Master,” and went out the back door.

Lindsey couldn’t help but wonder what was going on with those two girls. Why was there two all of a sudden? She thought Alyssa was his girl, but what about this Lilly chick? Were they always in slave mode? One thing was for sure; when this was over she was going to have a boat load of questions.

Tommy moved in front of her and said, “There is something you need to understand, my little slave. All the stuff in the studio; the bondage and the discipline; all of that is not punishment. It is, in fact a reward, and rewards must be earned, mustn’t they?”

“Yes, My Master.”

“Good. I’m glad you understand. Now…my Yukon is parked in front of the garage and is in dire need of a detailed cleaning, both inside and out. Your reward will depend on how good a job you do. Are there any questions?”

“Uh…May I ask, My Master…What is punishment?”

He said, “Punishment, my dear, is nothing. You get nothing. Now off you go. Everything you need is in the garage.”

Lindsey got up off the floor and was about to reach for her robe when it occurred to her that he would, of course, want her to remain naked. She excused herself and then scampered out the door, determined that she would make that truck shine like never before.

The remainder of the weekend went by in what seemed like a heartbeat. At the beginning, Lindsey thought it was going to be the longest two days of her life, but by the time Sunday evening rolled around, she wished it could go on and on. She had done herself proud cleaning the Yukon, and had been rewarded with a reverse stand and some “lifters”, similar to how she saw Alyssa bound the day she ran off. When it was over, she finally understood what Alyssa meant when she said, “I’m having a blast!”

She wasn’t exactly sure at what point she truly gave herself over; submitting her will to a man whom she suddenly trusted with her very life. She knew that she could stop it any time she wanted, but the urge to do so never really occurred. The entire weekend had been exhilarating; like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She didn’t have to be the strong one, the one everybody turned to in a crisis. All she had to do was please the man she knew as Sam; the man who was tying her up and whipping her; the most gentle and caring man she had ever met.

Late Sunday afternoon she received her last session; the full barrel treatment. She was stretched tightly over the barrel and then lightly whipped to dizziness with a remarkably soft, deerskin flogger. At one point, she fantasized that all her co-workers and friends were standing there watching her, urging her on with shouts and whistles. The resulting orgasm was the most powerful of the weekend.

After a little respite she received the water treatment. She had never experienced anything like that in her life, and spent most of the time screaming at Tommy to stop. She was amazed when she climaxed yet again.

The closest she came to saying “Philadelphia” was when, after being dried off with the warm, luxuriant towels, she saw Tommy approach her with his weapons of choice; two long pheasant feathers. She had always despised being tickled, mostly because it caused her to lose control, but the resulting, breathtaking orgasm gave her an entirely new outlook.

After the shower and the luscious E-lotion massage, Tommy had slipped the heated robe over her shoulders and said, “I release you now, my little slave. You did very, very well.”

She couldn’t help but turn, throw her arms around him, bury her head in his shoulder, and cry like a two year old. She couldn’t stop saying, “Thank you!” over and over until Tommy finally shushed her and escorted her back to the house. On the way she asked if it was okay to talk about her weekend with the girls and Tommy said it was. She realized then that, even though she had been “released” she would always see this man, at least to some degree, as her master.

* * *

Preparations for the group session turned out to be even more work than KriSylDarque had been, but at least this one could be used more than once. At first Tommy thought the corporal was putting him on when she suggested he buy his own prison, but it turned out that she was perfectly serious.

Many years ago there had been a small village called Coldgun, several miles from Thornham. It was abandoned in the fifties and all that remained was an old, long forgotten, stone and concrete, two cell jailhouse. It was virtually invisible from the current township road, hidden by trees that had grown over the years. There wasn’t even a driveway for access, and the town itself didn’t exist anymore. Locals just referred to the area as the “broken front.”

A quick, off-road trip in the Yukon found the building to be in remarkably good shape, and a little research showed the ten acre property was for sale by the county; and had been for years. The land was in the middle of four farms, but was hilly and rocky, not fit for any kind of agriculture, so Tommy was able to purchase the property quickly, bypassing escrow, and leaving only a few local issues with the township, but he had enough of a hold that he could quickly bring in a crew for some rudimentary renovations. For the short term, he rented a generator for power.

He only had a week to set things up, but Lindsey was helping him in every way possible, and Lilly was working hard as well. He could have used more help but Alyssa was off visiting her parents in BC, and Kendall had gone to see Nicolette. Tommy did, however, enlist the aid of one additional party.

George Woolis was a longtime friend who now operated a first rate electronics shop in Novamercado. He had been lead guitar in a band called Quarters for years, but he had struggled with drugs until finally almost succumbing to a heart attack in his late forties. He had started the store ten years ago with his wife, Di, and he readily admitted that, without her he’d be dead...literally.

Resembling a kind of hip Santa Claus, with long gray hair and an equally long beard, he was the best sound man in the business and often helped Tommy with effects for some of his scenarios. He had long ago figured out what the sounds were for, and with Tommy’s tutoring, he and Di were now avid BDSM players.

Tommy had devised an elaborate ruse for the scenario and George had eagerly agreed to provide the necessary effects. Tommy’s hope was to actually fool the girls into thinking what was happening was real for as long as he could get away with. He was pretty sure he could pull it off except for one problem…Jessalynn.

Alyssa had set up this group with four girls who had one thing in common; they all liked things pretty intense. There was Anastasia, a straight shootin’, Illinois beauty in her mid thirties. Athletic, slim, well tanned, and fairly tall at five eight or so; she had deep, mysterious, blue/green eyes in which one could easily get lost. A self described "head turner", she had a shoot-from-the-hip air about her, more than a little reminiscent of Isabella. She also shared Isabella's eagerness for very severe BDSM sessions.

Little Angelique would also be attending, and had been eagerly anticipating the session since Tommy’s birthday party. Her newly discovered appreciation for the whip coupled with her existing penchant for extreme bondage made her a perfect fit for this group.

The third girl, Mariya was an eleventh hour, but very eager, replacement for Selena, who had cancelled at the last minute…something about complications with her boyfriend’s visa. Five foot five Mariya had always liked things at the extreme end of the scale, so she too would fit right in.

And then there was Jessalynn, the tiny, perfect, twenty one year old Texan. Just barely nudging the five foot mark, and weighing slightly more than ninety five pounds. Her luxuriant, long, dark brown hair cascaded to the middle of her back, and over her tiny shoulders, framing her sweet, baby face. She looked like a child, and was naïve in many ways, but she was remarkably cynical for one so young, and she was no dummy. It wasn’t going to be easy getting her to believe it was real, but if they could get her on board the others would be easy.

Angelique was the first to appear on Saturday morning and assumed, like the other girls who arrived shortly after, that Lilly was one of the participants. Lilly told them that Sam was in town getting supplies and would back in an hour or so. She made a point of getting the girls into the kitchen where a little radio was playing music in the background. She also ensured that Jessalynn was sitting closest to the phone.

They spent the next few minutes yakking and taking guesses at what the scenario might be, and Lilly played her part well, joining in as though she was one of the group.

Suddenly the music on the radio was interrupted by the voice of a male announcer, “Be advised that a tornado watch is now in place for the entire quad-county area, and especially central New Pontiac Township. Please stay tuned for further advisories.”

The sky had been a bit overcast as the girls arrived, however it didn’t seem particularly stormy, but now the wind outside the house began to pick up.

Visibly nervous, Lilly said, “I wish Sam was here. What are we supposed to do if a tornado comes?”

“Aw, don’t worry,” said Jessalynn, “They give those warnings every time there’s a storm.”

As she spoke, the wind outside increased sharply, and rain began to pelt the west side windows. Again the music on the radio stopped, “This is an emergency advisory. Those living in the central New Pontiac area are advised to take immediate shelter. A large funnel cloud has been reported touching down near the western edge of the township and moving due east at eighty kilometres an hour. I repeat; people living in the central New Pontiac area are advised to take immediate shelter.”

The broadcast just kept repeating the warning while the wind grew stronger and stronger; beginning to sound like an approaching freight train. Lilly became frantic, “We should go to the basement! We have to go to the basement!”

“Relax Lilly, it might just be fake…part of the scenario,” Jessalynn said, although she was beginning to get a bit nervous herself.

“Jesus!” screamed Lilly, “Does that sound fake to you?”

All the girls jumped when the phone rang. Jessalynn picked up the receiver, “Hello?”

The connection was bad; terribly noisy, but the voice on the other end said, “It’s Sam. Who’s this?”

“It’s Jessalynn.”

“Are the other girls there too?” he said.

“Yeah, Sam, we’re all here. Is this for real—”

Shouting frantically into his cell phone, Tommy said, “You’ve got to get everybody into the storm shelter right now. It’s outside, to the left of the horse barn. There’s a tornado headed straight for the ranch.”

“The radio just says central New Pontiac,” she said.

“Jessalynn!” he screamed, “The ranch is almost smack in the middle of New Pontiac. Don’t screw around! Get the girls out of there now…! Oh shit…” then the phone went dead.

“Sam says we should get to the storm shelter—”

Lilly screamed at her, “Storm shelter!? Where’s the fucking storm shelter!?”

The wind outside increased even more and sounded as though the train was about to crash through the house. Jessalynn finally agreed that it certainly seemed real, and told them where the shelter was. The girls got up and hurried for the front door. Lilly worked her way in front as they stepped outside and wasted no time heading for the “shelter.” The wind was howling and visibility was virtually zero. The “rain” was almost horizontal, and felt like sand hitting their faces as they fought there way towards the barn.

Lilly reached the shelter first and attempted to open the door on the side, but against the wind she was unable to do it on her own. The other girls came to her assistance, prying the door about halfway open, then together they jumped inside, and the door slammed shut behind them.

The wind and rain intensified by the second and the sound was deafening. The girls shrieked and cried as they heard debris striking the metal shelter. All were huddling together in a corner, screaming for it to be over.

After about five minutes, Tommy began to close the spray nozzles on the rented water hauling truck and George decreased the speed of the borrowed movie wind machine as well as the volume to the huge, concert speakers. Over the next two minutes, the two men reduced the intensity of the wind and water until there was just a bit of “rain,” but still a fair bit of wind. Tommy then signaled Lindsey who was waiting by the gate and she immediately hit the siren and moved the police wagon up to the side of the “shelter;” actually a rented shipping container.

The corporal, in full uniform, stepped out of the windowless paddy wagon, and hammered on the side of the container, “Is there anybody in there?”

The girls screamed that there was, and Lindsey opened the door. They were all still huddled in the corner and Angelique said, “Is it over?”

“The first one is,” she said, “but there’s at least two more coming. Even bigger. We have to evacuate as many people as we can right now.”

The police radio in the wagon crackled with someone shouting, “There’s another one! There’s another one!”

Lindsey said, “Please hurry! We have to get out of here now!”

A seemingly terrified Lilly didn’t have to be told twice. She pushed her way past the other girls and scampered into the wagon. The others followed as quickly as they could; even Jessalynn whose skepticism, for the most part, had given way to a sense of self preservation. Lindsey told them to fasten their seatbelts quickly then closed and locked the wagon’s door. She gave a quick wave to Tommy and George, then tore off down the driveway and headed for Darquesied’s jail.

The two men shut off all the equipment then broke into satisfied laughter and high fives. There was a long way to go, but they had pulled this part off without a hitch.

Once they had settled down a bit, George said, “You know, Thomas, I was wondering…the girls pay for this, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Well,” he said, “is this what they really want? To be scared, and believe it’s for real?”

Tommy thought for a few moments, then sighed; realizing he had gone too far this time. In KrySylDarque he had fooled the girls just long enough to get them into the van, but here he had planned to get them into the jail believing they had actually been kidnapped by some deranged police officers.

George was right, of course. The girls weren’t looking to be terrified. They had simply signed up for an intense BD scenario. As usual, without Alyssa there to rein him in, he had gone a bit overboard.

He immediately called Lindsey on his cell phone, “Lindsay, I need you to use the intercom to the back of the wagon, and tell the girls that your commanding officer says that they shouldn’t be afraid. At least there’re not in Philadelphia.”

Lindsey said, “But then they’ll know it’s just the scenario.”

“Exactly,” he said, “and when you get to the jail keep them in the wagon. I’m coming right behind you.”

Tommy hung up and then turned to his good friend, “You know,” he said, “you could’ve mentioned this a little sooner.”

George said, “Hey! I just do what I’m told. You’re the freaking expert.”

The two men continued to trade jibes while loading the wind machine back onto the pickup. They laughed and joked at the girls’ reactions to the “storm”, and after loading the sound equipment into George’s van, Tommy hopped into his truck and headed for the jail.

While visibility for the girls had been zero as they fought their way to the “shelter,” Tommy and George had no trouble making out the five, lightly clad, rain soaked beauties struggling against the wind. As he neared the jailhouse, Tommy chuckled, remembering George’s comment, “Geez, Darquesied, you better live forever, ‘cause heaven is going to be a poor substitute for this!”

He parked at the side of the building, grabbed his riding crop, and approached a patiently waiting Lindsey. He too was in uniform, but it was a rented costume; a little cheesy, but realistic enough for purposes of the scenario.

“How’re they doing?”

“They’ve been pretty quiet.” said Lindsey, “I could hear them laughing a bit when I told them what you said on the phone.”

“Okay. Well, let me have the mic for a minute.”

The corporal handed him the intercom microphone, and Tommy said, “Ladies. Welcome to the Darquesied Maximum Discipline Prison. You have been brought here for re-training and to learn your place. You will address me as ‘Sir’ at all times, and my colleague as ‘Madam.’ Any failure to comply with instructions from, either myself or my colleague, will result in severe consequences. Do you all understand?”

There was some mumbling and giggling from within the van, then Mariya answered, “Yes Sir, we understand.”

He went to the back of the van and opened the door. Telling the others to remain seated, he motioned for Lilly to come forward, then helped her step to the ground. He closed the van door, took Lilly’s hand and, as he walked her to the building, he could see a look of disappointment on her face that was almost childlike. Tommy knew that she had expected to participate as a “victim” much longer, and in his original plans she would have. In fact, his initial plan had called for Lilly to “accidentally die” as a result of a staged “torture” session; the intent being to scare the living crap out of the other girls. Thankfully, George’s seemingly innocuous query had brought him to his senses.

He explained the reason for the change in plans as they walked, and when they reached the building, he kissed her and said, “I know you’re disappointed, but Lindsey and I really need your help. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

She smiled and kissed him back, but it was easy to see she was still disheartened.

Tommy went back to the van and opened the rear door, “When I call your name you will answer ‘Yes Sir’ then come forward and step out of the van. You will disrobe as quickly as you can, and then stand for inspection. You should all know how to stand properly, so no instruction should be required…Anastasia.”

“Yes Sir!” she said, and eagerly popped up and out of the van. She was almost frantic as she hurriedly stripped off her still soaking tee shirt, shorts, and laughably tiny thong. She spread her feet wide apart, locked her hands behind her head, and stood proudly for “inspection”…with a big grin on her face.

“OW! SHIT!” she cried, as Tommy’s crop landed a sharp smack to her pubes.

“How many more will it take to wipe that smile off your face, prisoner?”

“I’m sorry Sir! It won’t happen again Sir!” she shouted. She did manage to stifle the smile, but she was terribly excited by all this and what was to come, so it wasn’t easy.

Tommy said, “Please take her to her cell, Corporal.”

“Yes, Captain,” said Lindsey, and she grabbed Anastasia’s elbow and led her away.

Tommy kept his back to the girls as he stifled his own chuckle at Lindsey addressing him as “Captain.”

Angelique, and then Mariya were called forward and both managed to keep straight faces and stand properly, although Mariya earned herself a pube smack for being a little slow. Lastly, he turned and called Jessalynn forward. Without a word she lazily rose from her seat and stepped out of the van. She leisurely stripped off her button blouse, white lace bra, designer jeans, and lastly, her lace panties. She then half-heartedly spread her feet apart, clenched her hands behind her head, sighed, and stared off into space. Her attitude was that of a bored, rebellious teenager.

A sharp smack of the crop to her right breast caused her to cringe. Her eyes shut in a hard squint as the crop cracked against her left breast. She gasped softly at the third swack to the underside of her boob. The fourth strike to her right breast drew tears…but still she said nothing.

Tommy paused for a moment, realizing that this was textbook Jessalynn. She, like the other girls, had come to this session expecting—eagerly expecting—to be treated harshly, but Jessalynn always had this mutinous attitude. She always seemed to have to prove something, and she wasn’t happy unless she was the centre of attention. He would have to take a different tack with her.

He turned and motioned for Lilly to approach, whispered something to her, then turned back to Jessalynn. Pointing to the back of the van he said, “Keep your hands behind your head and sit there.”

She did as she was told, but still defiantly omitted the requisite, “Yes Sir.”

Momentarily, Lilly returned from the Yukon with two, twenty foot lengths of smooth braid, nylon rope, a six foot length, a ball gag, a black, stretchy headband, and two bottles of water. He uncapped one of the bottles and said, “Here, drink this. You’re going to need it.”

As expected, she sassily downed the entire contents in one go. Tommy handed her the second bottle, “This one too, if you can handle it.”

It took her a few tries, but his little challenge was more than enough to encourage her to consume the entire contents. When she finished the bottle, she cavalierly tossed it aside. She had consumed a full litre and a half of water; quite a bit for one so tiny, and bright as she was, her disposition for defiance had kept her from realizing why he had her do it.

Satisfied, Tommy took the six foot rope, wrapped it a couple of times around her waist, and tied it off as a makeshift belt. Then he pulled her legs straight out, and with one of the twenty footers, tied a tight ankle hobble. He pulled the rope tail tight, and then tied another hobble just above her knees. He had her stand, and pulling the tail tight again, he looped it through the waist rope and tied it off. The bind effectively removed her ability to bend at the knee.

He turned her around, and used the second twenty footer to hobble her wrists. Pulling the tail tight, he bound her elbows, then pulled the tail down, looped it around the wrist rope, then down again, tying it off at the knee rope. For the most part, she could no longer bend at the waist. For safety, he tied a rope to the roof rack on the van and secured the other end to her waist rope. It wouldn’t keep her from falling over, but it would prevent her from crashing to the ground.

He stood in front of her, held up the ball gag, and said, “Would you like some more water?”

She nodded, indicating that she would not, then rolled her eyes, opened her mouth, and accepted the red ball. Tommy pulled the head band over her hair and down over her eyes. Once he was satisfied with the blindfold, he leaned forward and said, “I’ll be back in an hour and we’ll talk again.”

He had Lilly sit on the rear of the paddy wagon, so she could keep an eye on the bound “prisoner”, then turned and headed for the jail. At the door, he looked back and scrutinized his handiwork. The tiny, bound beauty had little choice but to stand motionless; rigid and straight, like a marble statue. He couldn’t help but feel a bit downcast, realizing that, like KriSylDarque, this one wasn’t going to be fun for him.

Back then, everyone had assumed that Tommy had slept like a baby that night, but the truth was he hardly slept at all; just an hour or so in the morning. Extremely concerned about the girls hanging on the posts, he had snuck out nearly every half hour to check on them; especially Alyssa. He had even seen Sylvia’s little self indulgence with the helpless Kendall. Then, as now, he could not fathom why the girls would want to be treated in such a manner.

He closed his eyes and chuckled as a vision of Alyssa in the manure pit popped into his head; and he immediately realized he would never truly understand it. He would have to be content with the knowledge that they did in fact want this, and that he could deliver. He just had to hide the fact that he hated doing it.

He took one last look to ensure that Jessalynn would be okay and then he turned and entered the jailhouse. The corporal was sitting at an old wooden desk in the middle of the room, while all three girls were in the leftmost cell. The jail cells were quite large, so they had decided to put all the girls in one, and use the other for “therapy.” The girls’ cell was outfitted with four, slightly raised, mattressless, wooded pallet beds, and a single bucket in the middle of the floor.

Lindsey had bound the girls’ hands behind them with plastic cuffs, and ordered them to sit in silence on one of the wooden beds, which had them facing the other cell. Until told otherwise they could only move off the bed if they had to pee.

It took them a moment to notice, but all three shuddered when they spied the old, metal bed frame attached vertically to the wall in the other cell. A leather cuff was affixed to a short chain at each corner, and a small, cushioned headrest was attached about eighteen inches from the top. Clamped to each side of the rusty frame was a thick battery cable leading to four large, deep cycle, marine batteries. The cell also contained a table laden with ropes, floggers, canes, crops, nipple clamps, and other various and sundry “therapeutic” instruments.

As he took a seat behind the desk he said, “Have they been behaving?”

The corporal rose to get him a coffee from the little, makeshift kitchenette and said, “They have been as quiet as cadavers, my Captain.”

Both of them were speaking loud enough for their “prisoners” to hear, and Tommy chuckled again at the “Captain” reference and her sinister use of the word “cadavers.”

Lindsey said, “And what of our other inmate?”

“She’s taking a little ‘time out’ to consider the benefits of an attitude adjustment,” he said, and then a little louder he continued, “And we all know that a bad attitude is not a good idea around here, is it inmates?”

Not quite in unison, the three girls meekly answered, “No Sir.”

Just then, Mariya stood up, moved to a position over the bucket, squatted down, and noisily relieved her seemingly overflowing bladder. When she was done she returned to the bed, and one by one, the other two girls followed suit. When they were all sitting again, Lindsey stood up, moved to the cell, and said, “Well! That was pretty disgusting. You may all be interested in the fact that the bucket is actually for your drinking water. For future reference, if you need to take a pee, simply ask and we will escort you to the toilet outside.”

Lindsey turned towards Tommy and said, “May I suggest, Captain, that we do not give them any water until they use up the contents of the bucket?”

He chuckled and said, “I will take it under advisement Corporal. Now, frankly that was one of the most revolting things I have ever witnessed, so would you please bring Mariya out here immediately.”

Lindsey and he had rehearsed this, and several other “therapy” sessions in the hope that they could keep the girl’s tension levels as high as possible. The corporal unlocked the cell, stood Mariya up, and led her out. Tommy then took her elbow and led her to the ominous looking bed frame. He could feel her tense up as she took in the sight of the heavy cables and huge batteries. Lindsey proceeded to cut off the plastic cuffs, then positioned Mariya with her back to the frame, arms and legs spread. As the corporal fastened her limbs to the cuffs at each corner, Tommy grabbed the booster cables and tapped the two electrodes together. The resulting bright flash and the loud “SNAP” startled everybody; even him.

Mariya’s face went white as the smell of burning electric pervaded the entire building. A quick glance at the other two girls showed that they too were wondering if they were going to get more than they bargained for.

He nodded to Lindsey who then returned to the other cell and blindfolded them with black headbands. Tommy motioned for Mariya to open her mouth, and then inserted a large, bright red ball gag. Once she too was blindfolded he said, “You need to think about what you did for the next couple of minutes; how repulsive your display was to the rest of us.”

Through the gag she whimpered, “I’m really sorry, Sir.” Then she began to sob.

He proceeded to retrieve a hidden, regular electronic controller, as well as a violet wand, porcelain dildo, wired nipple clamps, clit clamp, and a few stick-on electrodes. There was, of course, never any intention of electrocuting the girls with the huge cables and powerful marine batteries. Truth be told, the batteries were actually dead ones from his golf car that he had replaced months ago. He was pleased, although startled, by the huge flash when he touched the cable clamps together as he hadn’t realized that they still had that much juice left. It certainly cranked up the girls’ anxiety as to what was to come next…especially Mariya’s.

Her face screwed up in a wince as he carefully installed the nipple clamps while Lindsey fastened a stick-on to her perineum and another to her pubes. Tommy then rubbed the dildo with a conductive lubricant and slowly slid it inside her. She gasped and held her breath until the hard, transparent phallus was completely inserted and the Velcro strap was affixed. Lastly, with great care he attached the clit clamp, causing Mariya to wistfully whisper, “Oh my!”

Tommy attached the various leads to the controller, switched it on, and set it so all electrodes would receive the low voltage current. He turned the dial a little above medium, then took a moment to observe his “captive.”

Mariya, like the other girls, had experienced lifters from the controller many times, but in her mind the leads were attached to those huge, evil batteries. Her anticipation of what she thought was coming, mixed with excitement, arousal, and unmitigated fear, was causing her to shiver.

He had wanted her to be first for one simple reason; Mariya was very vocal at her sessions…and she was a screamer. As he moved his hand towards the controller he took a little pride in the fact that she was going through with this; a testament to her obvious trust in him. He smiled a bit as he pushed the button.

Her body went completely rigid and arched violently away from the frame causing the somewhat slackened cuff chains to snap taut. She did not disappoint in the sound department either, and the ball gag did little to suppress her bone chilling shriek. It startled Lindsey, and although the road was quite a distance from the building, she ran to the door to see if any passerby might have heard. Lilly too jumped up, and making sure to keep her charge in sight, ran to the door to see what was happening. The other two “prisoners” gasped, and Angelique began to weep.

Mariya’s vocalizations changed to moans and groans of pleasure as Tommy randomly applied the pulsing current to nipples, stick-ons, clit, and dildo. Periodically he would hit all the contacts at once, and then give her a few seconds to catch her breath. During one of the respites he leaned in close and whispered, “Do not say Chicago.”

Breathlessly she whispered, “Yes My Master.”

Once she realized that she was not actually hooked up to those terrible batteries, her trepidation turned to ecstasy and she gleefully accepted each new surge. Suddenly, her body writhed and convulsed; her muscles tightened and trembled, and her head slammed back against the cushion as her climax gushed around that magnificent dildo. Like a Banshee on steroids, she screamed, “OH GAWWWWD!”

When her orgasm finally dissipated, her head dropped forward as though she had expired. Her soaked, heaving chest; however, and deep, guttural breathing showed that she was in fact alive and well, although completely spent. Those without blindfolds could easily see that Mariya had thoroughly enjoyed the experience, but to the two sightless captives the sounds they heard convinced them that she had suffered through a terrible and painful ordeal. The girls strained to hear through the sudden silence as Tommy and Lindsey released Mariya from the frame. He held her to his chest for a minute or so until she regained some strength in her legs, and then just before Lindsey led her back to the cell, he whispered, “Don’t say anything when you go back. Just sit in silence.”

She whispered, “Yes Sir.”

The corporal guided the still blindfolded girl to a pallet across from the other captives, then used another plastic cuff to bind her wrists; this time in front. When she was done she told Mariya that she could lie down if she wanted, and the exhausted woman immediately stretched out on the hard, wooden bed. Lindsey then turned and grabbed Anastasia’s elbow and led her to the waiting Tommy.

Anastasia was, and always had been, a glutton for lifters. Virtually every one of her sessions included some kind of electrics, but the thought of those batteries had even her trembling and panting as she was strapped onto the metal frame. Like Mariya before, she let out a frightening scream at the first hit of current, but quickly realized what was really happening and settled in for a marvelous ripper. Again, like Mariya, she emitted loud moans of pleasure, and pulled so hard on the cuffs when she came that Lindsey was concerned the chains might give way. The long loud, “On my GAAAAWWWWD!” signaled to all…except Angelique...that the voltage had done its job.

Throughout the session poor Angelique had assumed that all the shrieks from Anastasia, like Mariya before her, were actually screams of someone being tortured beyond their ability to endure. Misinterpreting Anastasia’s last vocalization, Angelique was reduced to a sobbing, quivering heap.

Lindsey grabbed her by the elbow and started to lead her out of the cell, but suddenly Angelique pulled back and screamed, “No! Please! Don’t do this to me…PLEASE!”

Realizing that she had bought into the scenario a little too well, Tommy moved to her side and grabbed her other elbow, but the sudden feeling of two people now forcing her towards the metal frame was too much for her and she shouted, “PHILA—“

Tommy managed to cup his hand over her mouth before she completed the word. He leaned in close to her and whispered sweetly, “Angel, remember where you are. Remember who I am. Nothing bad is going to happen, my little slave.”

She stood still for a moment, then settling down a bit she nodded her head and he removed his hand. Although somewhat relieved, she was still trembling and already soaked in perspiration by the time they finished binding her to the frame. Twenty minutes later, however, she was laying on one of the pallets; panting, exhausted, and very, very content.

It was near dusk as Tommy and Lindsey took a little break. They sat and sipped coffee and munched on some little snacks that Lilly had made. Their respite had only lasted about ten minutes when Lilly came to the door and said, “I think you should come out now…er…Captain.”

He had actually forgotten about Jessalynn for a while, but immediately arose and went outside. There he saw the rebellious girl standing in a remarkably large puddle of her own pee; her legs soaked from top to bottom. He walked over to her, pulled up her blindfold, and peered into her deep, tear soaked eyes. What he saw was a girl whose spirit was by no means broken; instead her eyes reflected a look of satisfaction. Her desire to participate in an intense group weekend was strong, but it had to be on her terms; kicking and screaming.

Tommy removed her gag and said, “Do you have something to say?”

She looked up and into his eyes and said, “I apologize for my previous behaviour…Sir.”

Satisfied with her response he nodded, and realizing that the knots were not worth the time it would take to undo, he retrieved his paramedic’s shears and simply cut the ropes off. Lilly then handed her a bar of soap, Tommy moved out of the way, and Lindsey let fly with a garden hose. The icy water caused Jessalynn to gasp, but she bravely turned herself around until she was completely soaked. After lathering herself up she stood straight and silently endured another frigid blast from the hose. Once rinsed, she was handed a towel to dry off, then her hands were cuffed behind her, and the blindfold was reapplied. The corporal led her to the last remaining pallet bed in the cell, sat her down, and told her that, unless instructed otherwise, she was to sit in silence.

The day had gone by quickly and it was already pretty dark, but it wasn’t over. Tommy hopped in the Yukon and drove to town to pick up a pizza while his two assistants set about making a large pot of oatmeal; the closest thing to gruel they could think of. Later, with half a slice crammed into her mouth, Lilly commented that eating a pizza in front of their famished captives was perhaps the cruelest thing they had done all day.

For about half an hour they ate and drank and talked; sometimes loud for the benefit of their captives, and sometimes in a whisper as Tommy explained what he had planned for Jessalynn. Both Lilly and Lindsey actually blushed at times as Tommy spelled out the details of the proposed session. They all laughed when Lilly, not entirely in jest, complained, “Hey! How come you’ve never done that to us?”

When they were done Tommy went about clearing off the desk so that it was completely free of any objects. His two assistants used a small, rolling table to bring the electric controller and its accessories to a position near the desk, then Lindsey went to fetch Jessalynn.

Tommy moved her to the front of the desk then had her sit on the edge and lean back, with her palms out flat on the surface. When he was satisfied that she was correctly positioned he had his two assistants each grab an ankle and slowly spread her legs wider and wider until both limbs were up on the desk. Jessalynn’s youth and flexibility were invaluable assets as her legs were virtually straight out to her sides in what some might call a perfect split.

He quickly bound her ankles and tied them off to the rearmost desk legs. Two more ropes just above her knees, and tied to the front desk legs, ensured that the unfortunate captive had no escape from whatever was to come.

Lindsey told her to open her mouth so she could insert a ball gag, but Jessalynn’s lips remained firmly clamped together. The corporal even applied a couple of fairly severe nipple pinches, but still the tiny bound waif would not comply. Tommy then took the gag, held it in front of her, and simply said, “Open.” She immediately smiled and opened her mouth as wide as she could. The corporal was not amused.

He moved the rolling table a little closer and plugged in three appliances; a violet wand, a static ball, and a wired pinwheel. He then sat and moved his chair closer until he was staring into Jessalynn’s gaping, defenseless womanhood. He wasn’t the least bit surprised to see that she was already extremely wet. She had always been a virtual slut for lifters; he suspected that it was because it was the one of the few things that made her lose control. Tough as she was in other areas, she had a surprisingly low tolerance for electrics, that is to say, it didn’t take much to get her off the launch pad.

He motioned for his two aides to pull up chairs and sit on either side of him. He handed the pinwheel to the corporal and the static ball to Lilly, along with a look reminding her not to get carried away. He reached back and set the controller between low and medium then switched it on. The pinwheel and static ball had no adjustment, but the violet wand had a sliding switch that allowed him to alter the flow of current from nothing to whatever the controller was set at. He carefully inserted the end of the wand deep inside her yawning vagina, moved it around a little, and slowly slid the switch forward.

Her body tensed up at once, and for few moments she was able to remain silent and motionless, but then she moved her head slowly back and began to moan. Tommy motioned for his assistants to join in, and Lindsey immediately began to role the prickly pinwheel all around her inner thighs, labia, pubes, and tummy. At the same time Lilly touched the static ball to her breasts, nipples, and sides; occasionally moving to her feet and toes.

Jessalynn began to tremble and shake her head. Within moments she experienced her first climax and screamed a deep, almost frightening, “ARRRRRGGGG!” into her gag. Her three tormenters did not let up, forcing her to endure their harassment continuously. She shrieked, moaned, trembled, gasped for air, and pulled hard on her ropes as they probed and zapped her without relief. She would come down from one orgasm only to begin another; and the desk in front of her sported a small puddle of her liquid. The aroma of her sex soon wafted through the entire building.

Tommy finally signaled the girls to stop and give Jessalynn a chance to catch her breath. Her head fell forward as she panted and gulped in mouthfuls of oxygen. She was still trembling and her body gleamed of sweat under the harsh jail lights, but after a few moments she held her head up straight, sat up, and thrust her chest forward. Another loud, defiant “ARRRRRGGGG!” signaled she was ready for more; and her three jailers were happy to oblige.

For ten more minutes they assailed her most intimate parts with probes and voltage. The sounds she made became increasingly plaintive until finally, and mercifully, they stopped. Jessalynn was completely exhausted; wheezing and gasping for air, and uncontrollably shuddering.

Tommy wasted no time in untying her bindings and cutting away the cuffs, then he slowly and gently brought her legs together. He realized that she was too weak even to stand, so he simply picked her up, carried her to the cell, and laid her tenderly on the pallet. He covered her with a gray, wool blanket, and then stood for a moment and watched her. He smiled and shook his head, accepting the fact that, defiant and stubborn as she was, she was without a doubt one of his favourites.

It was almost ten o’clock when Lindsey and Lilly ladled out huge globs of cold oatmeal onto metal plates. They brought each captive a serving and a bottle of water, instructing them to eat the “gruel’ with their fingers. Even Jessalynn, tired as she was, managed to sit up and accept her food. When they were done, the captives were taken outside to use the portable toilet and clean themselves with soap and cold water. They were then led back in and made to stand outside the cell where, except for Jessalynn, the cuffs were cut off and new ones installed; their hands repositioned behind their backs.

When all four were back inside, Tommy grabbed a medium soft, leather flogger, moved in behind the girls and said, “Now, I want you all to remember where you are at all times; even while you sleep. In aid of that, I need you now to spread your feet apart nice and wide, and bend forward; backs parallel to the floor.”

The girls did as instructed and he immediately set the flogger windmilling and struck. He moved from one to the other, whipping bums, inner thighs, then outer thighs. The girls moaned and winced as their cheeks and upper legs grew pinker with each lash. When he felt the colour was just right he moved the flogger to strike sharply between their legs; and when he saw they were ready, he lingered on that girl until she climaxed, then moved to the next. It wasn’t long before all of them had achieved liftoff and stood bent over and panting.

They were then led back to their pallets and covered with rough, wool blankets. As Lindsey moved to turn off the cell light, she said, “No talking whatsoever. Just go to sleep. You have a hard day ahead of you.”

With that the cell fell into darkness, and despite the uncomfortable, hard, wooden beds, the four beautiful prisoners were sound asleep in minutes.

* * *

Monday morning came none too soon for Tommy, and as he stood beside the rental car listening to the three girls yakking and giggling, he wondered how upset his clients would be if he stopped doing group sessions. The noise emanating from the vehicle was unmistakably cheerful, and all his weekend “prisoners” had said they thoroughly enjoyed the experience, but like KriSylDarque, he just could not find much pleasure in it.

Jessalynn finally emerged from the house to join the others for the trip back to the airport. As she neared the car Tommy said, “Well, my little Jessa, was it everything you thought it would be?”

She stood on her toes and reached up while he leaned down to accommodate the tiny Texan. She hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “Not bad, Darquesied, not bad at all.”

He shook his head in disbelief as the car drove away with the girls shouting back, “Don’t forget to call us for the next one!”

He walked back to the porch just as Lilly appeared with a coffee and a lit cigar, “If you don’t need anything for the next little while, My Master, I should go tend the horses.”

“Thanks Lilly, I’m fine,” he said, “but just do what you need to do. Try not to take too long ‘cause we have a lot to do today.”

She said, “Oh…okay. I’ll be as fast as I can My Master.”

“A promise is a promise,” he thought, as he smiled and watched her walk away; her gorgeous bum cheerily wiggling back and forth beneath the tee shirt.

The weekend had passed painfully slow for him. He had put his “prisoners” through every humiliation and menial task he could conceive of over the two days. He had them scrubbing the concrete floor on hands and knees; clean and wash the jail walls, windows, and anything else he could find. At one point he had them wash the Yukon, insisting that they rub the soapy lather in using only their boobs. Admittedly, that was fun to watch and even the girls themselves giggled at times. Tommy chuckled as it occurred to him; if the people around here only knew why his truck was always so clean…

The chores had been interspersed with various “therapy” sessions; the most memorable of which was when he bound them all spread-eagled to the cell bars. It had occurred to him that the solid concrete floor lent itself to easy cleanup in the event of water spillage. He took advantage of that fact by first pinking them up with the leather flogger then using his water toys to direct thin streams, or hard pulsing jets, of icy water at various body parts until all four girls had screamed their way through at least two shivering orgasms. Then he released them…and had them clean the floor.

Taking a long puff on the von Maurik, he had to concede that some of it had been fun, but overall it was not the kind of thing he liked to do, and it was a lot of work for him. After KriSylDarque, and Jariyah’s flogger mishap with Kendall, he realized that only he should be doing things, like whipping and such, with the women. That increased his workload considerably and left him exhausted at the end of the day.

“All done My Master,” said Lilly.

He had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t notice her return from the barn, “Oh…okay, why don’t you go in and get cleaned up then meet me back out here.”

Once she had freshened up she returned to the veranda where Tommy proceeded to bind her wrists behind her back with plastic cuffs. He took her by the elbow and loaded her into the passenger seat of the truck; secured her seatbelt, and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

After sliding a black stretchy headband over her beaming eyes he hopped in the driver’s seat and headed back to the Darquesied Maximum Discipline Prison.

A promise was a promise.

* * *

Tommy headed out on the electric golf car for his bi-weekly tour of the acreage. It was a nice ride and the modified golf car was so quiet he could often sneak up on grazing deer…if he didn’t have the CD player blaring out a Solomon Burke tune. Often Alyssa would accompany him, or occasionally Lilly, but for the first time since her arrival, she was sleeping in.

True to his word, he had given her the entire day at the prison; doing to her virtually everything he had done to the others over the weekend, excluding the chores. She had enjoyed the full metal bed frame treatment; the water toy “therapy”; several encounters with the flogger; and even Jessalynn’s desk adventure. She begged that, in lieu of chores, she be allowed to administer to him with her mouth. Ever munificent, Tommy magnanimously granted her request…twice.

On one occasion he had her kneel with her back to the cell bars, and her hands and feet through to the other side. He bound her wrists and ankles, then stood in front of her to accommodate her wonderful, oral ministrations. Occasionally he would pull away, forcing her to stretch forward and chase his just out of reach cock. Mouth agape, she would crane and attempt to capture the elusive rod; and while he moved closer then pulled back again, she begged him to return it to its rightful place. It was fun, but he didn’t do it too long for fear his impatient, aching member might detach itself and find its own way between those delicious lips.

All in all, when he put her to bed that night, both of them were pretty happy campers.

Returning from his excursion he pulled up to the barn, then noticed Sylvia’s car in front of the house. As he exited the golf car he saw Alyssa come barreling out of the house and race towards him. He just barely got all the way upright when she crashed into him with such force that they both fell to the ground. Straddling him she began to kiss his face and lips like a rapid fire machine gun. Several times, between kisses, she said, “Two weeks is too long!”

She finally slowed down a bit, hugged him close, and whispered, “Tommy, please take me somewhere…anywhere…right now!”

She didn’t even need to ask. He peeled her off, got himself up, took her hand, and led her quickly to the shower room in the studio. Once the water was set he turned and virtually ripped her clothes off while she wrenched his sweatshirt over his head, and not bothering with the drawstring, sharply yanked his sweatpants down. They stepped into the shower where Alyssa immediately clamped her arms and legs around him; gripping as though her life depended on it. Tommy turned and slammed her back up against the tile wall, then they violently humped each other like sex-starved, rutting elk.

A few minutes later found them panting, spent, and sitting on the shower floor; he with his back to the wall and she between his legs, snuggled against his chest. For the next twenty minutes they just sat there in silence, content to hold each other and let the soft, warm water cascade over them.

Two weeks was indeed too long.

Finally they got out of the shower and he toweled her off, then she dried him. He just put his sweats back on, but Alyssa needed one of the robes, since in his eagerness to get her naked, he had actually damaged her clothing.

Tommy, opting to leave questions about her trip until they had more time, asked, “So, how’s Sylvia and her boyfriend?”

Noticeably hesitant, Alyssa looked down at the floor and said, “Oh…uh…that’s over.”

“Oh. That’s too bad,” he said, “How’s she taking it?”

They moved to the studio door, where, still uneasy, she stopped and said, “Oh, she’s okay…but about that…uh…Sylvia heard about Lilly…and she’d like to talk to you.”

With that, she turned and headed for the house. Tommy followed and got about halfway when reality struck, and he stopped dead in his tracks, “Oh no…! No, No, NO!”

Alyssa turned back to him, put her arms around him, and said, “Oh Sweetie, I’m sorry. When I was telling her, I didn’t see it coming, but don’t panic Tommy. Nothing is engraved in stone or anything. Just hear her out…okay?”

After a moment or two, he sighed and said, “Okay…Okay, I’ll hear what she has to say, but you go ahead in. I have to…uh…I have to…I need to put the golf car away. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

She kissed him, then turned back towards the house. He watched her sashay her way to the veranda, marveling that not even the loose fitting robe could mask her inherent beauty. For a moment he longed for it to be the way it was. No clients or “slaves;” just him and his beloved Alyssa, but that was not to be; at least for the time being.

He sighed, looked skyward, and said out loud, “So…my account has come due, has it?”

THE END (PART 1)