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The Armoire

By: darquesied



A little further than I would normally want to go but this guy's stuff was supposedly the finest handmade furniture in the area and it was a beautiful day. I am still a bit baffled as to why Kristel would help me but, the moment she heard that I was looking to have a custom built armoire, she told me of this artisan named Darquesied. Seems his craftsmanship is second to none and he is in such great demand that he "consults" by appointment only. Again Kristel helped, insisting on making the appointment on my behalf. Considering that, in the four years I had worked for her at Mitchell's, Kristel had never spoken to me other than to criticize or berate, this sudden urge to assist was indeed surprising.

Finally, there's the mailbox with "Sam Darquesied" printed on its face. The drive from the city took almost an hour but the countryside was lovely and, hopefully, Darquesied's unrivaled workmanship would make the trip worthwhile.

The driveway is long and graveled and cuts through a picturesque fenced pasture. Obviously this fellow does okay for himself. The road suddenly turns to pavement and I can see buildings. The house is quite nice. Larger than I expected and kind of rich looking in a retro farmhouse sort of way. There are two barns, both pristine; painted red with grey roofs. There's a tall, burly man standing on the porch. Looks to be about fifty or so but ruggedly handsome. I park and get out of the car.

"Mr. Darquesied?"

"Yes." He answers. "You're Sylvia?"

"Yes"

"Okay. As per your phone call you would like the scenario to begin immediately; correct?"

Scenario? I guess extraordinary craftsmanship goes hand in hand with eccentricity so if that's what he calls looking at furniture samples than so be it.

"That would be fine."

Then he says; "And remember the word."

"The word?" I ask, more than a little confused.

"'Philadelphia'! Don't forget it."

What the heck is he jabbering about? This guy appears to be more than a little eccentric but I learned a long time ago that patronization is the key to dealing.

"I won't forget."

"And Chicago too"; he adds.

Chicago? Maybe there's going to be a test later?

"Okay... so if you would just come with me to the shop..."

As we walk towards one of the barns I see that Darquesied has what appears to be a folded black blanket in his hand. Curious I ask; "What's that?"

Matter-of-factly he answers; "It's a black canvas bag."

He opens a small door to the barn and graciously motions that I enter first. I am amazed at the cleanliness of the interior--more like a studio than a barn--and the strange equipment and racks and... suddenly everything goes dark! It happens so fast. Something has been pulled over my head and down to my feet. It's the black canvas bag! I scream and curse but I am so flustered it is nothing but gibberish. I am completely and utterly afraid.

I can feel the cord at the bottom of the bag being tightened around my ankles. The bag is loose. I can move my arms but I cannot see a thing. I feel strong hands fumbling around my head and try to use my free hands to fend him off but then a rope pulls part of the bag into my mouth and is quickly tightened. He wasn't fumbling; he was feeling for the position of my face. Suddenly all is quiet. I push at the bag but realize I may fall over. I relax a bit to regain my composure, dropping my arms. I feel another rope suddenly placed around my midsection and pinning my arms. This one is pulled extremely tight. Then I feel his hands on my shoulders and he pulls me back sharply causing me to fall. He has guided my fall so I don't hit hard but now I'm on the floor. 

I feel him taking the sneakers off my sockless feet and kick a bit but I have no leverage so the kicks are weak and useless. Now I feel something being wrapped around my ankle. Like a belt maybe but wider; one on each ankle. Now something is clipped to the straps and again all becomes quite. I stop screaming and listen... there is a whirring sound.

My feet are being slowly lifted off the floor. Higher and higher then I am dragged a bit as the rest of my body is hoisted. I am now hanging completely off the floor. I picture a swordfish hanging on a hook at a Florida pier--some fisherman's trophy. It suddenly occurs... this man is going to kill me.

The rope around my middle is abruptly loosened and removed. I can feel him undoing the cord holding the bottom of the canvas bag at my ankles. The bag is pulled all the way down to the rope in my mouth. My arms are free! I start lashing out but hit nothing. I try to remove the rope in my mouth but my right hand is grabbed and a rough twine is looped around my wrist and sharply pulled tight. Now he pulls my arm straight to the right and fastens the twine to something; holding my arm in place. He grabs my left arm and wraps something on the wrist which feels similar to what is on my ankles. He pulls my arm straight down and secures it to something on the floor. Now he wraps a similar belt to my other wrist; cuts the twine and repeats the procedure from the left arm. I am now hanging feet straight up and arms straight down. Through all of this he has not said a word.

I feel Darquesied loosening the rope in my mouth. The bag falls and now I can finally see. Darquesied has a black hood over his head and as I open my mouth to protest he forces a black ball gag in and secures the straps behind my head. He immediately reaches for my blouse. I expect him to rip it open but instead he carefully unbuttons it, slides it down my arms and to the floor over the rubber bungee cords clipped to my leather bracelets. I am a little embarrassed that I am not wearing a bra. Still he does not speak.

He reaches up and undoes the button on my jeans and opens the zipper. He roughly forces the jeans up to my knees. I am screaming but the ball gag converts the sound to a muffled whimper. He pulls my panties up to the jeans leaving me essentially naked. I'd be blushing if I wasn't already flush from hanging upside down for so long. Darquesied then reaches for a long slim yellow rod and moves so that his mouth is beside my head. For the first time he speaks, in a whisper.

"This is an electric cattle prod. I need to use it on you one time so you know how it feels. If you cooperate you will not feel it again."

His tone is not so much threatening as... business like.

"Are you ready?" he says.

I hear a muffled "No" emerge from the ball gag, almost as if someone else said it. I feel the prod touch against my butt. As I begin to protest a sudden excruciating pain engulfs my body. Every muscle spasms and I bite down hard on the ball. I feel my lungs gasp in a huge amount of air and I believe my heart may have stopped for a moment. I let out a scream that even the ball gag cannot suppress. I have never, ever felt such pain. I am suddenly aware of something else. I feel moisture between my legs. What the hell is that? I just suffered the worst pain of my life and I'm aroused? What's wrong with me?

I hear that whirring sound again and see that it is a winch device that has hoisted me up. As the cables slacken I am lowered to the floor. Darquesied walks over to me, cattle prod in hand. He stoops closer and, in that businesslike tone, whispers; "Cooperation is key here. Fighting back will result in a second sampling of the prod only this time it will be longer. Your choice."

Fearing that a second even longer encounter with the prod might actually kill me I nod my head in compliance. He unclips the cables from my ankles and reclips them to my wrists and vice versa with the bungee straps. Darquesied walks to the winch and the whirring begins. I feel the cables begin to move and hoist me up. In a moment I am again stretched; this time arms straight up and legs straight down.

He walks over and, grabbing my jeans at the cuffs, pulls them over my feet and down to the floor over the bungees. Same for the panties. Now I really am naked in front of this stranger. It suddenly occurs to me that this is a fairly elaborate method of undressing me while keeping me restrained. All without damaging my clothing. Why would someone who is going to kill me go through so much effort to preserve my clothes?

The whirring sound begins again and I am lowered to the floor. He walks over and holds the prod in front of me--as a reminder. He puts the prod under his arm then unclips the cables from my arm bracelets and the bungees from my ankles. Pointing to a barrel near the wall he whispers; "Please walk over there."

I am angry with myself that I am not fighting more but the memory of the prod experience has taken the fight out of me, at least for a while. As I walk towards the barrel I see that it is not just a regular barrel. Laying on its side it is securely mounted to the floor. It sits in the centre of four posts, each about ten or twelve feet apart and all with cables wound up on spools near the bottom. There is leather or vinyl covered seat attached to the barrel. Darquesied points the prod towards the seat and motions for me to sit.

He goes to one of the posts behind me and brings the cable forward clipping it to the leather bracelet on my right wrist. He repeats the procedure from the other post to my left wrist bracelet. He does the same with the cables on the posts in front attaching one each to my ankles. He moves close and whispers; "Lay back now and try to keep the small of your back at the top of the cushion."

I look up at him wanting to ask why but he reaches for the prod so I follow his instructions. He walks to the posts behind me and the familiar whirring begins. The cables on my wrists tighten pulling my arms up over my head towards the posts. I fight them a bit but it is pointless against the power of the electric winches. He walks to the posts in front and starts those winches pulling my feet off the ground. My legs are pulled towards the posts spreading me apart. I begin to fear the strong cables may pull my limbs off but, mercifully, the whirring stops. I am now tightly spread eagled and arched over the barrel. A feeling of helplessness, like I have never experienced, moves through me like a wave. Again I am aware of moisture between my legs. Damn! I have fantasized about this kind of thing before but I never wanted it to actually happen. At least I haven't given him the satisfaction of crying.

That must be what it is. This bastard gets his jollies from hurting helpless women. He feels powerful when he has a woman restrained like this; unable to fight back. I close my eyes and in my head I am shouting; "I will not cry!"

I feel a funny sensation on my skin and open my eyes to find him spraying some kind of oil on me—message oil maybe. He covers me from my neck to the bottom of my feet. He leans close and whispers; "You cannot comprehend how beautiful you look right now. You remind me of the girl in 'American Beauty'." His tone is gentle and sounds... genuinely loving.

My ex boyfriend once said I looked like the blonde in that movie only I had "way better boobs". I find myself blushing at the compliment. I realize that a photo of me right now would look pretty erotic. My hair is blonde and fairly long. I think I have a pretty nice body and at this time of the year I sport a good tan. I lift my head and see that I am shiny and glistening in the lights. I see Darquesied approaching; in his hand he carries what appears to be a small pony's tail.

He holds it where I can see and whispers; "This is a horse hair flogger."

The word flogger continues to ring in my head as he lowers the hair onto my tummy and slowly drags it up to my neck. It actually feels nice on my oily skin, tickling a little bit. He moves it all around my body. Stroking my chest; around then across my breasts; back over my tummy and down the outside of my leg then back up the inside. When he pulls it between my legs and slowly over my vagina I involuntarily shudder. I am thankful for the oil as it most likely masks the wetness I can feel inside me. Under different circumstances this would be very pleasant. I am a little disappointed as he moves the flogger off my body.

He begins to whip me lightly with the hair of the flogger. The blows sting a little but the result is a tingly electric feel. He is rhythmic, contacting my skin about every two seconds. He starts on my tummy left to right then the opposite. Left to right then right to left. He repeats this on my side, just above my hip and moves up to my armpits and upper arms. He reverses the process on my other side, moving from my upper arm down my side to the side of my butt then down the outside of my leg to the bottom of my foot. My heart begins to race and I can hear myself moan with each blow. "Ohh... ahhh". Left to right then right to left.

There is a short reprieve while he moves to my other side. Then he continues from my armpit down. The blows are a bit harder now and I begin to feel my heart pound faster. Once he reaches the bottom of my foot he continues back up but this time on the inside of my leg. "Ohh... ahhh". Left to right... right to left. As he reaches the top of my inner thigh my moans have become short and rapid and my heart is attempting to beat itself out of my chest. He hits squarely on my vagina and begins to strike quicker. Left to right... right to left, left to right... right to left. "Oh... Oh... Ah... Ah...". The blood is pounding in my head and I can feel an orgasm building within that's going to cause some damage! Then he stops.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh... Bastard"; I scream but I doubt he could make out what I said... other than the long moan.

My head is spinning but through the fog I hear Darquesied's soft whisper; "Don't forget Chicago. It's better if I know."

I feel dizzy and disoriented and I am breathing heavily. The near orgasm is subsiding slowly but it's still there. Why did he stop when he did? Judging by his obvious skill you'd think he'd know when a woman is about to orga... "OW!" I feel a sharp, painful smack on the sole of my foot. I strain to lift my head and can see him holding a riding crop. He doesn't have to explain this one. He smacks again; this time on the ball of my foot just below my toes. "OW!" Again on the sole of my foot. Smack! Smack! Smack! Alternating between the sole and the ball; the blows are rapid and painful. They send what feels like electric shocks up my legs.

Without slowing he moves to the back of my knee. Smack! Smack! Smack! Even the sound seems to sting. "Ow... OW". Through the ball gag it sounds more like "Uh". My heart is racing again and I'm getting dizzy. I seem to hear the blood pumping hard in my head. He moves quickly to the inside of my thigh and continues the smacks. This pain is shooting through my whole body and again my breath is short and rapid. The orgasm has begun to rise again just as strong as before and I know there's no stopping this one.

Suddenly he shifts from my thighs and smacks once on the spot between my vagina and anus. This pain is intense and my whole body tightens. I hold my breath as the orgasm starts. It feels like my groin is trying to turn itself inside out with spasm after spasm. He smacks me again. The wetness inside seems like a waterfall. It feels as though I am hanging on to the edge of a tall building. If I let go I will surely perish. Then I let go.

My body isn't relaxing; it is simply letting go. "Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..." My voice is deep, guttural, and strong, even with the gag. It's a sound I've never made before. The climax is frighteningly powerful and is taking all my strength with it. As the reaction slows I get lightheaded and the room blurs and spins. For a moment I feel nauseous but it passes. The sound I make is much softer than before; "Ohhhhhhhhhh" I feel so weak that I am almost glad I am supported by my restraints. I would not be able to stand if asked to at this moment. But; I felt wonderful... even peaceful.

My mind and vision begin to clear and I notice Darquesied, who has removed his black hood, is standing by my side smiling and looking into my eyes. He obviously enjoyed the show. He leans down and whispers; "Wow... that was very pleasant to see. You're even more beautiful than before. Take a little break now while I go set some stuff up." He kisses me on the cheek, moves to the winch behind me, and slackens the cables a bit. He moves out of my site as I close my eyes and relish in the relief of the looser restraints. I am left to ponder the completely delicious waves of pleasure that wash across my mind as my body continues to relax.

I have to force my mind to remember that I am a prisoner here, spread naked and helpless at the mercy of this man. I am angry with myself that I feel as good as I do. I should be fighting harder against this man whose ultimate intentions are a mystery. Could his intent be to "dispose" of me when he is done? I am confused and frustrated because I realize that if Darquesied was my lover and I was here of my own volition I would be having a blast! He has been gentle and caring; never berating or demeaning. He has called me beautiful and has not attempted intercourse or forced me to service him—so far. It seems ludicrous that this man would hurt me. I am a little surprised that I think that of a man who has just whipped me with a flogger and crop—not to mention the prod. 

My musings are abruptly interrupted by my own gasp as hundreds of ice cold needles attack my labia. I open my eyes and see Darquesied holding a water device that is shooting a fine stream at my crotch. It is like a shower head with hundreds of tiny streams but with much more power than a regular shower. I shudder as he moves the stream from the top of my crotch down to my butt and back up. It is quite strong and unbelievably cold. It is a little painful but it also tickles like crazy. I am flailing in my loosened restraints and laughing so uncontrollably that I can hardly catch my breath. He moves the stream away but starts again, this time on my side. 

"Stop... STOP"; I scream through the ball gag but the torment continues. He moves the stream up around my breasts then to my armpits, down my side then back up across my breasts. Tears of laughter and anguish are streaming down my face. He moves the stream back down to my crotch then lower to that spot between anus and vagina. If he doesn't let me catch my breath soon I fear I will faint. 

As though he read my mind he twists the nozzle and stops the stream. The laughing subsides but my head and heart are pounding as I noisily gulp as much air as I can. I can feel that I am aroused but there is no orgasm on the horizon. Darquesied places some sort of stand between my legs at the knees and attaches the nozzle so that it is fixed and aimed straight at my crotch. He picks up another device that looks like the thing a dentist uses to flush ones mouth—a water pick maybe. This obviously isn't over.


Darquesied twists the nozzle and the stream starts again. I gasp at the sudden, sharp, tickling coldness. I seem to have developed a degree of tolerance as I can't help but laugh but I am more in control. He takes the other device, aims it at my armpit and turns it on. "OH... SHIT" It is a powerful, single, fine stream of ice water that tickles horribly. The laughter is out of control—almost intolerable. He moves the pick in small circles down my side, over my tummy, down a bit then up and draws circles around my breasts.

My arousal is growing but this has to stop. I am able to grab short breaths amidst the laughing but I am getting very light headed and my arms and legs are aching from pulling hard on the restraints.

To my great relief he stops the pick and moves to the stand between my knees, stopping that stream as well. I am able to suck in a lungful of air just as he starts the water pick again; this time straight at my vagina.

"OH SHIT... SHIT... SHIT" He uses his other hand to spread my labia so the water goes right in the hole. The stream is so cold and powerful. My whole body has clenched, pulling hard on the restraints and I hold my breath. I am going to pass out this time I'm sure. The arousal is growing intensely but is offset by the discomfort. Then it stops.


The Armoire Ch. 02



The Hurdles

Gazing at the people strolling by my window I can't help but wonder what their lives are like—especially the women. Have they ever experienced five heart stopping orgasms in one day? When their bottoms touch a seat do the memories that instantly materialize cause them to secretly smile? Stupid really: to wonder about other people's lives when my own has more than enough to ponder. I find myself smiling and again look down at the letter.

I'm not afraid to open it, but every time I glance at the name I am transported back to that weekend three months ago. The visit to Darquesied's ranch; the "attack"; the bondage; the whipping; the orgasms; the wonderful shower. At the beginning I thought I was going to die. At the end I felt I had never really lived. In the span of less than a day I had run the emotional gamut from uncontrollable fear to unbridled pleasure and even now, retrospect brings arousal. I am thoroughly convinced that, on that Saturday, the moment I decided not to drive away, my life changed forever.

Sliding my hand beneath my panties, I reminisce...

When I went back to the house that afternoon Sam had already prepared a simple pasta and sauce lunch which I attacked with the gusto of a three hundred pound linebacker. It was clear that a couple of hours under Darquesied's "guidance" really worked up an appetite. We talked of many things. I had asked what he meant by "role playing" when he mentioned it earlier in the day. He said it varied for different people but most often it was "perfect slave".

We laughed again over his name and how and why he came up with the anagram.

We talked more of Kristel and how she had duped us both; me thinking I would be looking at a fine hand-crafted armoire and Sam thinking that I was here to voluntarily experience a "session".

The subject of Kristel took a strange turn when I showed Sam a picture of her and me at a gallery opening. His jaw dropped and he exclaimed; "Son of a bitch! That's Mardi Dimanche. She's a client! Actually... that explains a lot now."

He went on to explain that he didn't really enjoy his times with "Mardi". Her sessions were very intense; geared toward pain rather than orgasm and, where most women would be screaming STOP PLEASE STOP, she would curse and swear like a sailor. Yep, that was definitely Kristel.

At that point we still hadn't decided what to do about her, so the conversation moved to my session. He asked if I wanted to continue now that I knew the rules and, through a mouthful of pasta, I instantly answered that I would—a little embarrassed by my all too apparent eagerness.

Knowing the rules made all the difference, changing the experience from one of fear and despair to one of pleasure and anticipation. The "out" word, "Philadelphia", when uttered in any way whatsoever, caused everything to stop. If a gag was present it was immediately removed so one could explain why the brakes had been applied. It could be a minor thing like a little discomfort with one of the binds or a cramp or it could be more serious. Maybe the set was a little too intense, the pain a bit more than one could bear. Regardless, it was engraved in stone; "Philadelphia" meant STOP.

There were a couple of other benefits to the out word. First; it was a word that Sam could easily make out through any kind of gag, whether whispered or screamed. Secondly; it allows the victim (Sam prefers "client") to scream stuff like "STOP, PLEASE STOP!" without the set actually halting. This lets her suspend reality for a time and experience the activity fantasizing that she was really under duress.

It still strikes me as ironic that, if I had known what "Philadelphia" meant, I would have stopped the session before it began and never realized what I was missing. And... I sure as hell wouldn't have been "branded"!

The word that I wish I had figured out though, was "Chicago". I'm an idiot really because Sam had said, after an intense orgasm, "Don't forget Chicago. It's better if I know." It seems so obvious now that the word is a signal to him that an orgasm is commencing. It gives him the chance to do things to intensify the event from its outset. It was hard to envision that particular climax as being any more exquisite but, as I found out later, he can prolong the gush by as much as a factor of two. Bless this man.

After lunch I had a refreshing little nap in my room. The accommodation was quite nice and well appointed with a large bed and a down filled comforter. When I awoke I took a shower and then we continued my session in the studio. No fake kidnapping scenario this time, just a couple of sets with interesting binds, the last of which resulted in yet another stupefying orgasm. The most memorable time for me however; came after supper.

We had retired, with a couple of after dinner drinks, to the front porch and admired the evening sunset, Rather than wear the robe to supper I thought it more appropriate to put my clothes back on although they felt oddly restrictive. I realized I would have liked to stay in the robe. In fact I would just as soon have been naked. It occurred to me that this spoke of the trust I had developed for this Sam Darquesied fellow. It was not that I thought I could trust him; I knew I could trust him. Almost perfect serenity is the only way I can describe the feeling that accompanies this kind of entrustment. The worries of the outside world just slide off, unable to stick to this shield of faith. It's like jumping off a building in complete confidence that Superman will catch you before you hit the ground.

I had also developed an almost overwhelming desire to please him. For the entire day he had worked very hard to bring me the most pleasurable time of my life. He took me to unimaginable highs then to the most delectable tranquilities—all without asking anything in return. I knew he had received a substantial amount of money for the session but, still, it didn't seem fair. I really wanted to correct this imbalance somehow.

It was a lovely evening and we just sat quietly for a time until I broke the silence and asked about "perfect slave".

Sam responded; "Well, it depends on the client's... that is... your desires of course but essentially it is you becoming a complete submissive within the boundaries of any parameters that we may set beforehand."

"How long does it last?" I asked.

"Again it differs for everybody but for most it's an hour or two. Longer for some and, for a couple, it's the whole session."

Sam, noting my obvious curiosity, continued; "The most popular and relatively short scenario is that I send you to your room to undress with the understanding that, when you return, you will be completely obedient to me and that any failure will result in punishment. And, normally, there is some sort of end goal."

"End goal?"

He elaborated; "I would instruct you to think up something that you will ostensibly refuse to do. It can be simple like 'I will not say the word banana' or it can be more intimate. As always, it's restricted by any parameters that you may have set before we start. But, the ultimate goal is to force you to relent and do, say, or submit to whatever you said you wouldn't."

Then he asked; "If you would you like to try it then we should set the restrictions now."

Suddenly this changed from idle conversation to impending reality and I immediately felt excitement and... I am such a slut... arousal!

"I can't think of any restrictions off hand. I... I have no experience so I don't know how much I can take..."

Sam stopped me right there; "Sylvia, you may have the wrong idea. I know this is all fairly new for you but you have to see that it's not a matter of how much you can take. There is no score card here. What I try to do is to take you to the edge—your edge. Not just the edge of pain tolerance; in fact, it's not about pain at all."

I could see that he felt it very important that I truly understand all this. He continued; "Most people, men and women alike, think of pain as the opposite of rapture. As you have recently discovered; that isn't necessarily the case. If all you wanted was to hurt yourself you could just go and bang your head against a wall. But, when you are bound in a manner in which you are immobile and experience pain in degrees—pain that does not cause injury—then it is like... a cable car."

"Yes... a cable car. Pain is your cable car; a cable car that collects your sense of pleasure and slowly transports it up the mountain. It is unimportant how high the mountain is for everybody else—the only thing that matters is... how high it is for you. The higher we go; the more your pleasure is magnified. The summit of your mountain is, of course, ecstasy. And; even the ride back down will be euphoric."

Sam looked straight at me and said; "Do you understand what I'm trying to say Sylvia?"

"Yes; I think so Sam."

I went on; "Sam, it's obvious that you are very experienced and awesomely good at what you do here. I trust you... I trust you unequivocally. I have no experience really and I don't know 'how high my mountain is' but I absolutely know that you will know it when you see it. I really want to do this... I really want to do this with you. So... can we just use the out word?"

Sam answered; "Yes of course. 'Philadelphia' always applies."

After a fairly long moment of silence he asked; "Would you like to start now?"

Sheepishly I whispered; "Yes."

Darquesied's tone changed to one of command as he said; "Very well then. Please put your drink down and stand, facing me."

I complied and he continued; "From now on you will address me as 'My Master'. You will always look down to the floor, never looking me in the eye unless instructed to do so. Any mistakes or failure to obey will result in increased punishment. Do you understand?"

"Yes." I respond.

Sternly Sam asks; "Yes what?"

"Yes, I underst... er... yes, My Master."

Sounding like a teacher admonishing his student; "It is mistakes like that which will not be tolerated. It is important that you completely appreciate this. Now; do you understand?"

"Yes, My Master."

He continued; "When I tell you to, you will go upstairs to your room and disrobe. You will fold your clothes neatly and place them on the chair. You will see leather bracelets and anklets hanging on the bedpost which you will put on so that they are comfortable but secure. You will then check yourself in the mirror to ensure that you are presentable. Then you will look in the top drawer of the bureau and choose one of the punishment devices it contains. During this time you will be thinking up something that you will refuse to do. You will then return and kneel in front of me with your eyes down and your arms extended offering me the device you chose. Remember, any errors result in more severe punishment. Is all of this perfectly clear?"

"Yes, My Master."

Sam commanded; "Then go now and do not take too long."

I turned and went inside and, when out of sight, I rushed up the stairs. I undressed quickly but then took my time folding my clothes realizing that there might be an inspection. And, of course, failure would result in more punishment so... I mussed them up a bit. I put on the bracelets and anklets so that they were quite tight but not uncomfortable. I was SO excited!

In my eagerness to look in the bureau drawer I almost forgot to check myself in the mirror. I fixed my hair a bit then took stock of my reflected nakedness. I smiled at how nice I looked with the leather around my wrist and ankles. I was glad to see my nipples hard and erect, hoping this would please "My Master". Looking down at my bikini cut pubic hair I wondered if Sam would like it better if I was completely smooth. I regretted that I didn't have the time to shave.

I then went to the bureau and slid the drawer open. Neatly arranged were several floggers and some other devices. I examined a rather vicious looking, two-tailed leather tawse but I put it back and thought; "Some day, maybe." Instead I chose the horse hair flogger that I had experienced earlier in the day. One last check in the mirror then a deep breath and I turned and went downstairs. My heart was already pounding.

As instructed I knelt in front of Sam with my eyes to the floor, my arms extended offering him the flogger. He took the whip from my hands then instructed me to sit back on my heels with my arms down by my side. I could feel him looking me over and was glad my nipples were still erect. Not only were they hard but they also tingled. I never before in my life thought I could be so excited by this kind of thing.

My musing was interrupted by Sam asking; "Do you have something to tell me?"

I wanted to tell him what I was feeling. That I was already aflame with anticipation and that he could do anything to me that he wanted. He could have me any way he wanted. But I knew what he was asking and I knew what I was going to say from the moment he mentioned it earlier.

"I will not allow you to have intercourse with me My Master."

He paused for a moment then asked; "Are you sure that is the end goal you want?"

"Absolutely sure My Master."

Sam continued; "Your only desire now is to please me as much as you can... is that correct?"

"Oh yes My Master."

"I would very much enjoy making love to you but you would deny me that pleasure. Do you realize that my only choice now is to punish you until you relent?"

"Yes My Master."

Darquesied reaches for my chin and gently moves my head up and directly to my left. Suddenly, while still seated, he smacks my breasts hard with the flogger, alternating one then the other maybe eight times or so. The first one made me jerk and gasp but I steeled myself and took the rest with little movement except for wincing. He then stopped and asked; "What do you say now?"

My breasts were on fire and, still wincing, I replied; "Uh... thank you My Master?"

"Good answer; but do you know why I just whipped you?"

I wasn't sure but I answered; "To make me relent My Master?"

"That is incorrect!" he said sternly and immediately started to whip again, as hard as before only this time he kept the flogger further back so that it struck just the areola and nipples.

"Ow... oww... owwww..."; The pain was unexpectedly severe and, try as I might, I could not keep from cringing, trying to pull away from the blows as best I could.

Again he asks; "Do you know why you are being punished?"

I was crying a bit now; "No My Master. I'm sorry but I don't know why."

"I am very disappointed in you my little slave. You say that your only desire is to please me yet you bring me the softest device in the drawer. Now I have to work much harder to reach the end goal. A truly cruel master would punish you all night for that mistake alone and you would deserve every lash wouldn't you?"

"Yes, My Master. I'm very sorry." I braced myself for more but instead he abruptly told me to stand and follow him inside to the living room. As I walked I could easily feel the moisture between my legs and my heart was pounding even harder.

In the middle of the floor was a small frame, about three feet high and four feet wide, which I immediately realized was made of two track hurdles fastened together face to face. The top rails were padded and there were rings at each corner with short black bungee cords attached. Darquesied motioned for me to bend over the frame resting my tummy on the padded rail. Standing at my head, he pulled my left arm down and attached the bungee to the bracelet then the same for my right arm. This caused my feet to leave the floor. He moved behind me and fastened my anklets in the same fashion. He had to pull quite hard to get the last one attached which tightened all the others. While the bungees provide a little bit of give, for the most part I was stretched quite inflexibly, bent over the bar and spread-eagled.

I was expecting a ball gag but received none. Instead, I saw Darquesied go to a cupboard and return with a large sliver hook with a loop at one end and a smooth, rounded tip at the other. It was about a foot long and looked like a giant fish hook but, thankfully, it was not barbed. I saw him rubbing a lubricant on the end as he went behind me.

My eyes widened and I gasped quite audibly as he slowly slid the smooth end of the hook into my anus. I have never before had anything in my ass that wasn't supposed to be there and the sensation was very strange but... my excitement level was increasing rapidly.

Sam again went to the cupboard, returning with a short length of rope. He grabbed my long hair and twisted it then fastened one end of the rope to the makeshift pony tail. He slid the other end through the loop in the silver hook and slowly tugged on the rope pulling my head up and back; almost as far as my neck muscles would allow. He then tied off the rope making it almost impossible to move my head. I could feel the hook dig into my rectum with even the slightest movement.

Now Sam spoke; "I have chosen to forego a gag this time but I expect you to avoid crying out to the best of your ability. Is that clear?"

The tightness of the restraints and my head pulled back like it was caused me to breath heavily, as though I was exercising, but with a little difficulty I answered; "Yes My Master."

He continued; "I am going to start with one hundred lashes and it is up to you to keep track. Once in a while I will ask if you relent. If you do then you will indicate so in a clear and respectful manner. It is possible that I may have lost interest so you may have to beg. Is all of this clear to you?"

"Yes My Master."

Immediately he started the whipping, very hard, on my butt. Sometimes staying on one cheek for several blows; sometimes alternating. I forced myself to keep from crying out. Just some "Ohs" and Uhs" were choking their way out with my short hard breaths. The pain was severe and I could not stop causing the hook to dig inside my ass. Everything got so intense so fast. The pain was relentless, both from the whip and the hook. I could feel and hear my heart pounding hard and rapidly and my breathing became frighteningly laboured.

"I don't hear you counting my little slave."

Shit! I forgot to count. How can he expect me to count when I can hardly breathe?

Darquesied stated flatly; "We'll have to start again."

Immediately the whipping continued; this time on the inside of my thighs just below my butt. He had changed the direction, whipping in an upward stroke, but the pain was no less severe. This time I counted out the strokes; which made my breathing even more difficult. Each stroke caused me to involuntarily jerk my head which in turn dug that hateful hook into my ass. It seemed to draw the pain from the whip up to my abdomen and mix with that in my rectum. He stopped at twenty lashes.

"Do you relent now my little slave?" 

The pain was excruciating and the discomfort of the restraints, as well as that damn hook, was almost unbearable but I was determined to show Sam that I could take this. To stop now would make me... unworthy. So, with all the defiance I could muster I gasped out; "No, My Master, I do not relent."

I could hear him winding up the flogger behind me then, with all his strength, he landed one unbelievably hard upward blow right square on my outstretched vagina. It felt like I had been kicked in the crotch by a mule. My mind went blank. The pain was the size of a bowling ball and it rolled like a nuclear explosion up the inside of my abdomen and exited my mouth; "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh... MOTHER FU..."

"DO NOT FINISH THAT!" he admonished.

The pain subsided a bit and I forced myself to regain a semblance of composure. My breathing was very short, hard, and rapid but somehow I was able to get the words out; "I'm sorry My Master. I meant no disrespect."




The Armoire Ch. 02



Then I managed something that I take great pride in, even today. I panted; "Twenty one."

I couldn't see his face, still I knew he was proud of me but it wasn't over yet. He moved to my side, bent down a bit, and began a series of downward lashes to the side of my breast. I was crying now which only added to my breathing difficulties but I still managed to count.

"Twenty five; twenty six..." He stopped at thirty and got up to move to the other side.

The short reprieve gave my brain a chance to send out feelers to check on various body parts. Everything was either numb or on fire. No real surprise there but, when it checked in with my vaginal area we were both astounded to find the juices flowing and the arousal still building—like it had a mind of its own. The searing touch of the flogger on the side of my other boob brought me back into focus.

Darquesied was kneeling at my right side whipping rapidly just as hard as before; "Thirty nine; forty..." He stopped but only long enough to lay down under me a bit then immediately started more strong downward strokes to the top of my left breast. He was in a fairly awkward position but still managed to put a lot of mustard on the blows. I wanted to take breaths between the lashes but he was going so fast the best I could do was short wet gasps through my wincing teeth; "Forty nine; fifty..." Then back to my right breast; "Fifty nine; sixty..." When he stopped this time I was immediately aware of the pain in my rectum from that fearsome hook. I was cringing and wincing so much I couldn't help but move my head, sometimes quite violently. I could only hope that I wasn't doing any permanent damage back there.

It was inconceivable to me that my breasts were capable of hurting any more than they did. It felt like they were completely immersed in a bucket of flesh eating insects. Then the whipping started again.

Sam had reposition again and was gripping the flogger in such a way that the lashes were only striking my nipple and areola. Somehow, even from his prone position, he managed to make the blows hard and rapid; "Sixty five; sixty six..." Each hit caused hot searing pangs to ripple out across my entire body; "Sixty nine; seventy..." Switch to the other breast; "Seventy one; seventy two..." I knew I would pass out soon but I was still able to manage to count weakly with what little breath I had left; "Seventy nine; eighty..."

I had no choice now. I had nothing left; "PHILA..." But the whipping had ceased.

"Did you say something?" queried Sam.

I needed a few seconds to get some air in my lungs and all the while my mind was screaming; "PHILADELPHIA... this must stop NOW! You've taken eighty hard, hard lashes. Surely that is enough. It doesn't matter whether this man is proud of you or not!" But it did matter.

Again he asked; "Did you say something?"

"No My Master, I didn't say anything."

As I heard the words leave my mouth I realized that I was crying like an infant—actually sobbing.

With some concern Sam pressed; "Are you sure?"

"Yes, My Master."

"Do you relent now?"

Twenty more. That's all I had to take. Twenty more. Even to this day I'm not sure why but I had to try and make it through to one hundred; "No My Master, I do not relent."

Darquesied was standing in front of me now and I could see that he was sweating quite a bit and breathing fairly heavy. It was strangely gratifying to know that I wasn't making this easy.

He moved behind me and detached the rope from the hook. He slowly and carefully pulled it from my rectum. The relief of its removal washed over me and I let out a loud long sigh; "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." It was almost as good as an orgasm. Actually, at that moment, it seemed even better. My head was free to move as well and, while my neck was pretty stiff, it felt mighty good.

Sam rubbed his hands gently over my butt and it felt quite pleasant despite my still stinging cheeks. He then moved his hand down between my legs and softly stroked my labia. They were still extremely sore from that single blow but his touch was very, very nice. I could feel that I was quite wet down there and my arousal was still with me. On a scale of one to ten it was about a seven and holding, neither waning nor building. Sam moved in front of me and showed me his hand. I felt myself blush a bit when I saw that it was soaked.

"Interesting." He said with a little grin.

Sam walked back behind me, pulled something forward and placed them beneath me. My newfound neck movement allowed me to see that they were two long wires attached to fairly heavy looking metal clips. I shuddered a bit as it occurred to me where those clips would end up. He then pulled three more wires from behind and hung them over the frame's top rail. These wires ended in round black patches.

Sam spoke; "Twenty more to go. Can you take it, or do you want to relent now?"

I had regained some strength and, in my best "screw you" voice I answered; "No My Master, I DO NOT relent."

Darquesied used his left hand to spread my butt cheeks then I felt the bite of the first lash as it hit squarely on my anus. Not as fast or as hard as before but still a pretty decent sting. "Eighty one; eighty two..." This was a new kind of pain, in an area where I had never really felt pain before but, through gritted teeth I kept counting; "Eighty three; eighty four..." He stopped there and immediately stuck one of the wired patches directly on my butt hole. There was some kind of sticky goop on it which held it in place. He then resumed the flogging but had moved to my inner thigh very near my vagina. "Eighty five; eighty six; eighty seven..." Again he stopped and stuck another patch to my freshly chastised thigh. He repeated this on the other thigh when the count hit ninety. Now he moved to my right side.

He lay down and positioned himself in the spot where he was able to flog my nipples. My boobs were extremely sensitive from the previous whipping and I couldn't stop myself from looking him in the eyes. I didn't speak but I was hoping my eyes said; "Please, no more." Then I realized my mistake and quickly looked away. I began to cry a bit thinking that, if he noticed, the count would surely be increased and I just wouldn't be able to take it.

Although relieved, I actually cried a little harder when he said; "Because you've done so well thus far I'm going to let that one slide but please be more careful from here on in."

Through my tears I answered; "Yes My Master. Thank you." I realized that he was making concessions in deference to me—probably because it was my first time. I wondered if he would be this nice to Kristel if she were in my place. I hoped not.

"Ninety one; Ninety two; Ninety three; Ninety four; Ninety five" I was sobbing loud and uncontrollably and I was screaming "OWWWWWW..." but I managed to spit the count out in mid scream. The five lashes were fast and all centered on the right areola and nipple. Hot electric pain radiated through my breast and chest and I cringed hard, anticipating the pain of more blows to the other breast. Instead he attached one of the metal clips to my freshly whipped nipple.

"OWWWWWWWW... PLEASE NO! SAM... PLEASE!!!" I was screaming louder than I ever have. The moment the clip latched on to my hypersensitive nipple my body convulsed against the pain—a pain that instantly spread to every square inch of me. It was too much.

"PHILADELPHIA!!!" The word emanating from my mouth actually surprised me.

Immediately Sam removed the metal clip from my nipple. The relief was like someone had removed a truck that had been parked on my chest but... there was something wrong. 

I felt bad, even a little sick. Not from the hurt but... because I had stopped. I was still sobbing and waves of pain still moved up and down my body but all that was suddenly overshadowed by this feeling of shame. I was ashamed of my weakness. My inability to finish this... for him! What had I done? There was only five more to go... and those freaking clips but if I could just get past that...

"You were amazing. Don't feel bad that you stopped. You took a hell of a lot." Sam's voice filtered into my brain and brought with it an instant sense of reassurance and safety. He wiped my face with a soft terry towel then wiped the floor to mop up a substantial pool of saliva that had accumulated. He reached back and wiped the floor under the crossbar and a wave of embarrassment caused me to shiver with the realization that I had peed a little.

Darquesied made no mention of it as he spoke; "Try to relax while I remove the patches. Then I'll release the bungees as gently as I can."

He got up and started to move behind me.

"No... wait!" I said between my waning sobs.

Sam asked; "What?"

"Please Sam. Just give me a minute or two."

He came back and knelt beside me; "Listen. You did really well. This is not a competition. There is nothing to prove, nor anybody to impress—especially me. You must believe me when I tell you that I am already greatly impressed. Remember; this is, and always has been, about you, nobody else."

I was still crying a little but now it was more a "cry for happy"—a reaction to his gentle voice and reassurance. It was heartening to know that with him, not matter what, I am ultimately in control. I appreciated what he was saying but still I felt I had let him down. It felt like I had been two feet away from the summit of Mt. Everest then suddenly turned away and climbed back down. And, amazingly, I was still very aroused!

"Please Sam... I don't want to stop. Let me finish this."

"Are you sure?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

"Yes My Master I am sure."

Sam responded; "Well, okay. Maybe it's best if we forego the clips. They were actually for something after but I'll come up with something..."

"No... the clips too." I interrupted; and, feeling the need to make up for stopping, I bit my lip and added; "You'll have to start back at ninety one My Master"

There was a shot pause then, in an obvious attempt to get back into the scenario, he said; "You had better re-word that request my little slave."

With an understanding little grin I restated; "My Master, I beg of you to start back at ninety one."

He got down on the floor and positioned himself under me as before. We looked into each others eyes; he nodded and I knew that we were ignoring that rule now. I closed my eyes and he began.

"Ninety one; Ninety two; Ninety three; Ninety four; Ninety five" The pain immediately ramped back up to the previous level. Again I screamed "OWWWWWW..." Again the lashes were fast and centered on areola and nipple. Again the searing pain radiated through my breast and chest. And again the metal clip was attached to my re-whipped nipple.

With no hesitation he moved to the other breast...

"Ninety six." I sobbed harder.

"Ninety seven." Oh GAWD it hurt so much.

"Ninety eight...ow... Oww... OWWW!" I can do this. I can do this!

"Ninety nine... Oh GAWD... OH GAWD..." One more...ONE MORE!

"One hundred... OHHHHHhhhhh..." Then the other clip was applied.

My body instinctively took in a long, hard, huge breath then; "AHHHHHHHHHH..." The scream was from the depths of my gut and used all the air that I had. Then I started spouting gibberish between short gasps; "OH GAWD..." Gasp; "HELP ME... HELP ME..." Gasp; "PLEASE... PLEASE..." The pain level kept going up and down as my body tried to fight it. Even if it could subside a tiny bit it would be a huge relief. 

Sam was kneeling in front of me now and he reached back and took the pony tail in his hand. He gently pulled my head back and wiped my face with a new towel.

"Right now, at this moment, there is no one on this planet that is more beautiful than you, my sweet little slave." Then he kissed me.

It was on the mouth; soft and deep. He ignored my panting and drooling as his tongue caressed mine like a soothing massage. He pulled back a little and, with his mouth still touching mine, used his tongue to caress my lips. Although short it was the sweetest most romantic kiss I had ever experience. I sincerely wished that I could breathe normally and return the favour but I just couldn't. For those few moments however; I completely forgot about the pain.

When he pulled away the agony returned. Not abruptly; more like someone was slowly turning up the volume. In most parts of my body the pain was subsiding some, but not my breast and nipples. They were throbbing in torment and I winced and cringed with each ebb and flow. Clearly it was not going to subside but at least I could cope with it now—barely.

Darquesied came back and again used my hair to pull my head up. In his hand was a type of gag. It was a black hard rubber tube about four inches long and maybe an inch round with a strap at each end. It looked a little like a horse bit.

He again asked; "Do you relent now?"

I looked him straight in the eye and forced myself to stop wincing. "No My Master, I do not relent."

"Then open your mouth please."

I looked at him incredulously. After all the screaming that I had done so far, why would he bother to gag me now?

Noting my quizzical gaze he said; "Oh, it's not for the noise." And he slipped it between my teeth and fastened the straps behind my head.

"I'm going to test something now so brace yourself."

I was expecting some more flogger activity but instead he pushed a button on a small device he had in his hand...

The current raced through my body from the patches to the metal clips. It didn't hurt that much but it caused every muscle in me to tightly contract. I bit down incredibly hard on the rubber bit. I surely would have bitten my tongue clean off if it wasn't in place. I could only breath in short gasps—like a fighter pilot when he pulls high g-forces. Then he released the button. "AHHHHHHhhhhhhhh..."

With an air of satisfaction Sam said; "Well, good. That seems to work okay. Now, I'm going to ask you one more time... Do you relent?"

At this stage I felt newly empowered so; "No My Master, I DO NOT relent."

Impressed, Sam said; "Very well then. I will not ask again. If and when you relent you will have to speak up of your own accord. Oh, and by the way... you will relent my sweet little slave."

With a defiant grin I thought to myself; "Not 'til I'm good and ready buster!"

He walked to the cupboard and returned with something but he held it out of sight. He went behind me and I expected either more flogging or the current so I instinctively braced... but nothing happened. I hung my head down so I could see back between my legs and saw that he had undressed. Cocky bastard! I just took one hundred hard painful lashes, not to mention the clips and the current. If he thinks he can do anything to me that will make me relent any time soon, he's got another thing coming. I looked back again and noticed that he was holding a long, narrow, pointed feather in each hand. "Oh shit." I said out loud.

When the feather touched under my toes I took a breath and held it; cheeks puffed like I was blowing up a balloon. He started rapidly twirling the tip of the feather under the toes then moved slowly to the ball of my foot then down to the sole. I began to hum through my gritted teeth, trying not to laugh. Then he did the same to my other foot; then both feet at the same time. I took a hard breath in and hummed louder and the pitch went up a couple of octaves. He stopped; waited a moment; then started the little swirls on the back of both knees. My teeth still clenched, I drew another hard breath and began to hum but the laughter broke through; "STOP... STOP... STOP..." I was screaming and laughing hard at the same time.

Expertly he moved the feather tips slowly up the back of my legs, all the while maintaining the swirling motion. I was shaking my head maniacally and my chest was beginning to hurt from my ferocious laughter. When he reached the top of my legs he moved the swirling feather tips laterally along the bottom of my butt then slowly up the inside of my cheeks. I was laughing so hard now that I was getting extremely light headed. I was shaking in my restraints but they held me so immobile that it was more like vibrating. I am very ticklish anyway but the inability to move away—even a little bit—made it so much worse. The feather tips twirled at the top of my butt then down to the side of my hips. Then he stopped.

I was panting heavily, in and out, like I had just run the Boston marathon. Darquesied was standing beside me now and as I glanced over I could see that his soldier was standing at attention—ready for duty. It was actually my first chance to "check him out". He was not huge but not small either; a nice size really—and circumcised which was for me a personal preference. His erection was straight and true—ready to give his all when called upon. I looked forward to our impending meeting.

The whirling feather tips started again and my laughing with it. He was moving ever so slowly from the side of my hips to my haunches. "NONONO... PLEASE... PLEEEEEASE..." Then the perpetual twirling tips moved up to the side of my ribs. This area ranked second only to my armpits as the most ticklish spot on my body. "AHHHHHHEEEEEEEEE..." My chest was heaving hard trying to catch air through my unstoppable howling.

The ever swirling tips glided up higher then Sam began moving the feathers in circles around the edges of my armpits then into the centre. "OHGAWDSTOP... PLEASE... PLEASE..." I actually kind of meant it now. I could feel my face was hot and flushed. I was reaching my breaking point... but then he stopped.

I panted hard like I had just done a second marathon. I knew he wasn't done and I wanted to hang on longer but I didn't have much left. When I felt the feather touch between my legs I new this was to be a short respite.

Sam had move back behind me and was touching the feather just barely to my labia. Even this light contact caused me to jolt and instantly recalled my arousal out of hiding. He began to twirl again and moved the feather tip up one side of my lips and down the other. My body jolted relentlessly and my excitement level took a noticeable upswing. Sam spread my lips apart and the feather tip twirled up the inside then down again. I was screaming again; "AHHHHHHEEEEEEEEE..." He then moved the tip to my clit then down to my hole. The sensation was both terrible and wonderful at the same time. I was trying to hump—I just had to have something inside me NOW!

"PHILADELPHIA... PHILADELPHIA... NO, NO... I MEAN... I RELENT... I RELENT!"

"Which is it?" he shouted, still tickling.

"Please My Master... please STOP... I RELENT!"

He continued the torment; "I think I have lost interest now my little slave."

Lost interest? What a crock! If his dick was any harder it would have dislodged itself and worked on its own behalf. But I knew what he wanted; "I BEG YOU MY MASTER... PLEASE STOP... PLEASE... PLEASE... MAKE LOVE TO ME!"

Sam got rid of the feather, grabbed my hips and gently slipped into me. "Ohhhhhhhhh..." His penis felt so nice as he began to move his hips in a kind of undulating, grinding manner—not just in and out like a porn star. His motion, combined with my position, resulted in an immensely pleasant soft stroking of my G-spot—something I had rarely experienced. His motion also caused his groin to gently grind on my labia. I knew he'd be good at this but I would have liked it a little better if he hadn't used a condom. One can only guess at how and when he managed to get it on.

I was very close to orgasm but I consciously tried to hold back because I wanted to enjoy this marvelous intimacy for as long as possible. Sam now began to rub my back with his left hand, up and down my spine. With his other hand he reached down and began to stroke my clitoris between his thumb and fore finger. He began to grind a little faster now and it was becoming impossible to hold back. Thankfully, this time I remembered...




The Armoire Ch. 02



"Chicago!" I whispered at the onset of the orgasm. Then louder... "CHICAGO... CHICAGO..."

Sam stopped rubbing my back, grabbed the little device and pushed the button. The current swept through me like a river, contracting every muscle and grabbing and holding the orgasmic flow as it passed. Biting hard on the bit I squeezed out the words; "CHICAGO... CHICAGO... OH GAWD... CHICAGO!"

Sam released the button for a moment and my muscles relaxed a little but I was still coming like a banshee. "CHICAGO... CHICAGO... CHICAGO... CHICAGO ... CHICAGO..." I couldn't stop shouting the word. He hit the button again but this time in short pulsing bursts. My body arched with each contraction, pulling hard on my restraints. The orgasm continued, joining the pulsating current and moving throughout my abdomen. It was like being made love to by several people at the same time.

Sensing that I was about to climax he pushed and held the button then he grabbed my pony tail and pulled my head back hard.

"CHICAGOOOoooo..." Huge, huge gasp of air... "AHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Everything left me. I felt as if I had become liquid and was about to splash down to the floor in a large puddle. Sam had released the button and slowly allowed my head to lower before letting go of my hair. He was as slow and gentle as he could be as he withdrew but my vagina was extremely sensitive now so I jerked and gasped a bit with his every movement.

Sam backed away for a moment; then came to my side. He had quickly donned a pair of sweatpants and obviously dealt with the condom. He removed the clips from my nipples and the relief was a close second to the orgasm—well maybe fourth or fifth. Regardless, it felt awfully good. It struck me though; painful as they were, my climax would have probably been less powerful without them.

Sam now undid the straps to the bit gag and removed it. He asked; "How are you feeling?"

I responded; "Very good now My Master."

"Okay. You don't have to call me that anymore. The scenario is over."

I looked up at him and said; "I know."

He wiped my face with a clean towel then said; "I'm going to sponge bath you then towel you down and apply some ointment then I'll pop the restraints. Okay?"

I responded; "Okay." Then I whispered to myself; "My Master."

He moved back behind me and carefully peeled off the patches from my anus and thighs. Then, using a very soft sponge soaked in warm soapy water, he washed me from head to foot. My arms; legs; between my legs; my boobs and tummy; and my feet. Then he rinsed me with equally warm water. As he toweled me off he asked; "How was it for you?"

"Ohhhhh, My Master... Chicago... is my kind of town."

Sam laughed out loud and I was very pleased with myself for making him happy. I wondered if he had climaxed as well so I asked; "Sam? How was it for you?"

"Oh, it was pretty marvelous for me too. It usually is but it doesn't really matter because its not about me."

"But what if I wanted it to be about the both of us?"

He paused for a moment then said; "We can discuss that later."

Sam then started to rub me with the vitamin E ointment. He massaged it over my entire body, rubbing until the salve was completely absorbed. I cannot describe how pleasant it is to be pampered by this man. I winced a bit when he massaged my breasts—especially my nipples which were still quite sensitive—but it was turning me on again. He continued to rub the ointment down my back then my butt. He massaged my cheeks slowly with firm circular squeezes. This was really turning me on now. I knew that he would be rubbing the lotion between my legs next... so I stopped him. "Before you continue could you undo the restraints please?"

He answered; "Yes, if you like. Of course."

As at the beginning he had to pull pretty hard on my leg to unhook the first bungee but the others came off easily. Sam helped me off the rail and stood me up then he backed away a bit, unsure of what I wanted to do next. I turned and grabbed the top rail of the frame, bent over and spread my legs as far apart as I could. "You can finish with the lotion now if you want." I said.

Sam squeezed more salve onto his palm and start back on my butt cheeks where he had left off. He then slid his hand between my legs slowly rubbing my vagina from bottom to top. His middle finger was bent just enough to slide between my lips. I was as hot as I had ever been and began to moan and grind my hips in tune with his hand. He had to know what he was doing to me; at least I hoped he did.

Momentarily he stopped and said; "Okay. I think that does it."

I stood up and turned towards him. As he started to move away I reached out and gently grabbed his elbow. Looking into my eyes he smiled and reached for another condom. I stopped him and said; "You don't need that."

He cocked his head a bit and I nodded no. It was gratifying to know that he trusted me too as he turned back and moved towards me. As he came against me I put my arms around him and he moved in close and kissed me. My eyes closed as the pleasure of the kiss spread through me. As before, it was the same exquisitely soft, deep, romantic kiss--a kiss that could bring a woman to climax all by itself but my loins ached for him to be inside me. I reached down inside his sweatpants to see if he felt the same and... oh yes ma'am... ready for duty ma'am!

I squatted down just enough to slide his pants to his ankles then stood back up and resumed the kiss. He lifted me up and sat me on the rail then moved himself into me. I wrapped my legs around him and we both began to grind. It was wonderful and slow; my motion contrasting his. When I was about to climax and without breaking the kiss I whispered; "Chicago."

He moved in hard against me and held me very tight then whispered back; "Ditto."

We both came at the same time; breathing hard into each other's mouths but never breaking that passionate kiss. We continued the kiss even after until we simply had to stop and come up for air. We looked at each other for a moment; he still inside me, then he said; "Looks like I'm going to have to give you another sponge bath."

"Or we could have a bath together." I responded.

We continued to embrace for a minute or so then he carefully withdrew himself, took my hand and led me up the stairs.

Yes, this letter triggered fond memories indeed and, as evidenced by the need to dry my hand with a tissue, the recollection was quite satisfying as well.

As I tear open the envelope I can't help but wonder if it's bad news. Could Darquesied have run into some legal issue? Maybe he has been forced to shut down. Could Kristel have done something horrible or vengeful? I wouldn't put it passed that vicious bitch.

I laugh out loud as I see that the envelope contains an invitation... to a Christmas party!

A Christmas party? It is difficult to picture some sixty or so women mulling around Sam's living room and exchanging little "Secret Santa" gifts. Women, all of whom have been bound, whipped, forced to orgasm, and so many other things under the guidance and eminent skill of Sam Darquesied. Well to do women who could afford the five thousand dollar sessions. And, according to Sam, mostly drop-dead-gorgeous women.

The invitation was for the twenty third and we were invited to stay the entire weekend—right through Christmas. I giggle as I picture Darquesied in a Santa suit. Without a doubt this is going to be some party!

I will have to phone mother and tell her that I will not be able to attend this year. I will require a good excuse; something other than; "Mother, I am going to a friend's bondage ranch where, if I get lucky, I may get hard bound, flogged, and brought to mind numbing orgasm!"

It suddenly occurs to me that Kristel will have received an invitation as well.



The Armoire Ch. 03



Chapter 3: The Christmas Party

Anxiety hangs like a thick fog in my car as I near the house. My last venture up this lane essentially changed my life, at least my perspective on life, and now I feel like I'm entering a kind of twilight zone or maybe another dimension. A three day Christmas party at Sam Darquesied's bondage ranch... the mind boggles at the implications.

My headlights reflect off several cars parked all around the yard. Not limos or anything too ostentatious but all are top-of-the-line personal cars; fewer than I expected since Sam had said he had sixty or so clients. As I park beside a beautiful metallic blue Jag I notice the personalized license plate on a silver Lexus--"MARDI".

"Shit."

Party sounds emanate from the house as I approach; rambunctious chatter mixed with boisterous chortling, occasionally interrupted by bursts of loud, cacophonous laughter. Still with butterflies dancing in my tummy, I rap on the door. Almost instantly it flies open and reveals a beaming Sam Darquesied and I cannot suppress a little giggle at his ridiculous Santa hat.

"Sylvia! I am so glad you made it!" He gives me a huge one armed hug as he hands me a glass of champagne with the other.

"Come in; come in. Here let me take you bag and... oh, we'll put the present under the tree... you didn't have to do that, by the way... come on, I'll introduce everybody."

He is giddy like a school boy and it doesn't take long to see why. As he puts my bag on the floor then guides me to the living room I am greeted by the sight of a dozen or so of the most stunning women I have ever seen in one place. All but one are dressed casually in jeans or slacks and I immediately recognize a beautiful, statuesque blonde from her work in television and an equally alluring dark haired Latina from countless movies.

Sam gets everybody's attention, "Okay everyone... ladies... ladies this is Sylvia. Now I'll just go around the room..." He walks behind each woman and touches her shoulder as he announces her name, "This leggy blond is Teri... and this fiery little Mexican spitfire is Malsa... oh, and this is Isabella, probably the horniest woman on this planet!"

Everybody laughs and Isabella gives Sam a playful shot in the stomach. Wearing a light summer dress, she is a bewitching, auburn haired woman in her mid thirties, voluptuous and sexy with a mischievous look in her eyes.

"This long haired beauty is Lilly and is every bit as fiery as her mom..." He points to Malsa! Mother AND daughter? This party is already surpassing my expectations... and I just got here!

"... and this long legged goddess is Helen—"

Isabella lightheartedly interrupts, "Hey! How come you didn't say I'm a goddess?"

Everybody laughs amid a cacophony of demands to be called "goddess."

Sam continues through the heckling, "I'm sorry, I should have said the horniest GODDESS on the planet!"

I find myself laughing along with them as Isabella fires a cushion at Sam. "Okay... anyway, beside Helen is the red haired, country 'goddess' Kendall and to her right is the flaxen haired little devil, the 'goddess' Penelope."

Sam pronounces it "pen - a - lope", like "antelope" and another cushion is launched at him.

"... and the young Irish beauty beside her is the 'goddess' Colleen... and beside her is our own Michelle Pfeiffer twin, the 'goddess' Gloria."

Now he points to the woman sitting near the back wall and, in a more serious tone Sam says, "And, of course, you already know Mardi."

Mardi glances in my direction and, in her typical "you're barely worth my time" voice says, "Hello Sylvia."

"Hello Kristel."

I match her glare as she chafes at the sound of her real name. I realize everyone here, even Sam, is using a pseudonym of some sort but... screw her!

Looking around Sam says, "Where's Al?"

Gloria and Colleen point to the kitchen and he excuses himself then heads out of the living room. Television star Teri and movie star Malsa come over to me and we strike up a typical small talk conversation. Within a minute I feel like "one of the girls". 

"I thought there'd be more women here."

Teri answers, "Well, it's Christmas and not everybody can get away..."

"And not everybody wants other people to know they come here... not even us." interrupts Malsa.

Teri continues, "But we wouldn't miss this for the world! Trust me, Sylvia, next year you won't want anything for Christmas except the invitation to this party!"

We all laugh and I notice Malsa glancing at 'Mardi', "So... what's up between you and the ice queen?"

I love her reference to Kristel and I know now that she treats people here the same as she does at work. "It's a long sto..."

Sam interrupts, "Sylvia? This is my sweet lady Alyssa."

As Alyssa shakes my hand she smiles and almost takes my breath away. She is possibly the single most beautiful young woman I have ever met. She is small, maybe five foot six or so, with very short cropped curly brown hair and the softest green eyes I've ever seen. I blush at my instant attraction to another woman but I simply can't help it. She is in bare feet, wearing form fitting jeans and a simple, thin, white sweater top which does little to conceal the shape of her perfect thirty six Cs. Here face is soft and flawless and her body is tight and trim but not skinny. She must look absolutely marvelous when she's naked and bound in one of Sam's rigs.

The unmistakably abrading voice of Kristel snaps me back to reality, "Sam, we need to talk about this some more."

With an exasperated look Sam escorts 'Mardi' to the kitchen. The four of us; Alyssa, Teri, Malsa, and myself, move to seats around a card table and I ask, "What's that about?"

Malsa shrugs and says, "Not too hard to guess."

Alyssa, noticing my puzzled look says, "She's always complaining that things are not intense enough for her. She wants Sammy to do things..."

Teri breaks in, "Probably the bullwhip thing again."

* * *

Over the past half hour of girl talk I have been bombarded with information on this place and Sam. The girls are sweet and patient with me, answering question after question and, all but Alyssa, sit wide eyed as I relate the story of my first visit. Gloria, Colleen, and the other women became silent and are listening in. All this while, Sam and Kristel have been having a heated discussion in the kitchen.

Malsa, living up to her 'spitfire' reputation, "I'd have killed the conniving bitch! In fact, we still could!"

The somber mood is broken as everyone chortles at Malsa's jibe and she adds, "What... you think I was joking?"

The laughter increases and, through my giggling I say, "Well, you could say that she did a terrible thing to me but, after my two days here, you could also argue that she did me a wonderful favour..."

Malsa breaks in, "Ah... kill 'er anyway!"

We all burst into irrepressible, tearful, snorting laughter and, for the next few minutes, any mention of Kristel includes some sort of dig and we are incapable of containing our side splitting mirth. Suddenly, Alyssa gets up and storms into the kitchen.

We can easily hear her light into Kristel, "This is NOT one of your sessions Mardi, this is a party and you've been at Sammy all freakin' night! Now give it a rest!"

The ice queen retorts, "So you need your little lady to rescue you, huh Darquesied? Who's in charge here, you or this little bitch?"

"That is ENOUGH!" It's the first time I ever heard Sam angry.

"I don't mind listening to your complaints but you're crossing a line here Mardi. Don't think for one second that you can ever, EVER, speak about Al that way! And, if you're asking me to choose, you know there's no contest."

There is a protracted silence then Sam continues, "Now we'll continue our conversation later...AFTER you apologize to Alyssa. You know I haven't said no but, for now, we need to get back to our other guests."

Kristel says something we can't hear then storms out the front; rattling the furniture as she slams the door. With an arm on each other's shoulder, Sam and Alyssa come into the living room and he says, "Sorry about that girls... I hope that didn't put a damper on things."

Teri says, "It's okay, Sammy... we enjoyed hearing Ally tear a strip off the ice queen."

There is some uncomfortable laughter then Sam says, "Yeah, I know... she's my little wolverine... small but dangerous if you get her back up."

Genuine laughter now as he bends his head to meet Alyssa, on tiptoe, and share a sweet kiss. She looks like a little girl beside Sam who is a big man, and at six three, towers above her by a good six inches.

Sam abruptly excuses himself to go check on Kristel and Alyssa, despite his protestations, accompanies him.

Helen has now taken the empty seat at our card table and I say, to no one in particular, "Sam and Ally seem pretty close."

Teri explains, "Well, she is his lady."

It never occurred to me that Sam would have a girlfriend and my puzzled look prompts Teri to continue, "Look, we all love Sammy and he loves us but the two of them are IN love. They're like soul mates... they've been together for over eight years, even before this place. In fact, she helped set it up."

"Wow! So, he met her when she was just a teenager?"

Teri says, "Hardly... she's thirty seven."

My jaw drops and I blurt out, "Thirty seven? Geez! That's just not fair!"

Everyone laughs knowing I am referring to the fact that it is impossible to believe that this enchanting woman is any older than maybe... twenty five; even that seems high considering she has the body of an eighteen year old. And that smile... it REALLY isn't fair!

Alyssa and Sam return and Gloria asks, "Is she still here?"

Sam answers, "Oh yeah, she's outside sitting in her car. She's pretty upset... crying a bit but, she apologized to Al."

Malsa jibes, "Oh, poor baby!"

Some uncomfortable giggling then Sam says, "No, no. Look, she feels she needs something that nobody's been able to give her... I'm not sure that I can either. It's really troubling her so we need to give her a little break okay?"

He looks directly at me as he says that and I nod okay as the others murmur in reluctant agreement. Then he says, "But that's tomorrow. What about tonight?"

Isabella shouts, "I know! I know! How about you and Ally do a demonstration like last year?"

Everyone applauds the suggestion and Alyssa's eyes visibly light up as she says, "oooOOOOooo yes! We can use the new frame!"

Before Sam can say a word, Alyssa squeals excitedly and bolts out the door and, a little exasperated, he says, "Well I guess she's up for it! Okay, give us a few minutes to setup. I'll let you know when we're ready."

As he turns to leave, Kendall offers her assistance which he accepts and both head for the studio."

Malsa, speaking to me says, "This'll be really nice; you'll see!"

About fifteen minutes pass before Kendall pokes her head in the door and says, "We're ready."

Everyone jumps up and eagerly follows Kendall to the barn and, as we pass, I glance at the now empty Lexus. We walk through to the rear section of the studio and are greeted by the most delightful sight. Alyssa is hanging, naked and spread, on a heavy wooden frame and, I was right before... she looks spectacular! The frame is made of solid timbers, maybe eight inches square and about six feet high. It is the shape of a capital H and Alyssa's thighs are securely bound to the cross member with several coils of rope, holding the small of her back against the beam. Her ankles are secured to the uprights about two feet off the ground which spreads her very wide and forms the letter M with her legs and torso. Alyssa's arms are tied to the tops of the vertical beams and her hands hang in such a way that I am reminded of the "crane' pose in Karate Kid. The vision of her is terribly erotic and I close my legs in response to an abrupt burst of wetness.

We all move to join an already seated Kristel on a folding set of bleacher type seats across from the frame and, as my hand instinctively slides between my legs; I ask Teri, "Is he going to gag her?"

"Probably not... usually he would but I think he wants us to be able to hear her clearly."

"GAWD... she looks hot up there, doesn't she?" Isabella's tone is one of true admiration and, obviously not a slave to protocol, spreads her knees a bit, slides her hand under her dress, and begins to slowly rub. A quick glance around reveals that all, even Kristel, have one or more hands strategically planted between their legs. Kendall now hands Sam a new horse hair flogger and joins us on the bleachers. He moves in and gives her a kiss then backs away as Ally smiles, closes her eyes, and lays her head back.

Sam, windmilling the flogger, strikes her first on the arch of her right foot... "Swack!" It causes her to jerk and gasp and she squeaks out, "OOOO!"

"Swack -- Swack -- Swack -- Swack -- Swack..." He rapidly walks the whip up her leg, from her foot to her knee then up her thigh almost, but not quite, to her already dripping vagina. Without missing a beat he reverses the direction of the windmill and repeats on her left leg, again from her foot to just short of her labia. Her arms are not stretched completely which allows her to writhe from the waist up and the movement causes her magnificent boobs to bounce and jiggle. She is already panting and gasping for air and shaking her head wildly back and forth. "MMMMnah...MMMMMMMnah..."

I cannot keep myself from rubbing my hand hard into the crotch of my jeans as Sam, giving Ally not a fraction of a second respite, moves the whip horizontally to her abdomen then her tummy, up to just below her breasts. He skips over her boobs to her upper chest, her sides and armpits, then walks the whip up her arms. Despite her writhing Alyssa flattens her palm and Sam continues right out to her fingertips then quickly back to her chest then up the other arm. If there was paint on the flogger all but her boobs and pussy would be evenly coated. It is a magnificent sight to see him take the love of his life to her edge and I am sure I am not the only one that would give almost anything to be hanging in her place.

She is writhing and pulling hard on the restraints but the only sound she makes is the "MMMMnah" between gasps. This changes to "Ohhhhh GAWD!" as Sam, windmilling in an upward motion, begins to whip the underside of her breasts. "Swack -- Swack -- Swack -- Swack -- Swack..." He quickly reverses the windmill and lashes the top of her bouncing boobs. "OHGAWD-OHHHHHGAWWWWWD!"

He lingers on her breasts then rapidly walks the whip down, again changes to an upward swing and smacks her hard between her wide spread butt cheeks. Through clenched teeth she squeals, "OHHHHHHHHGEEEEEEEZZZZZ!"

I am rubbing hard enough now to start a fire then I hear a whisper in my ear, "Here sweetie, why don't you let me do that for you."

Kendall has moved beside me and pulls my hand out, replacing it with her own. She looks into my eyes to assuage my embarrassment at this unexpected intimacy and begins to rub. Her touch is exquisite and I make no effort to stop her as we both turn our attention back to the frame.

Sam is now moving the whip up and is laying it from Alyssa's perineum, across and between her outstretched labia, and just skimming her clit. He is playing her body like a virtuoso plays a piano; milking the instrument of every last note. "Swack -- Swack -- Swack -- Swack -- Swack..." Then suddenly...

"Oh SAMMY... OHHH SAMMYYY...CHICAGO... CHICAGO!

I climax instantly as Kendall rubs faster and harder. Sam moves into Alyssa and grabs the back of her head pulling her face to his. Somehow he keeps up the whipping. Breathlessly Alyssa pants, "CHICAGO-CHICAGO-CHICAGO..." Kendall continues watching them as I begin to hump against her hand.

Alyssa's forehead is pressed hard into Sammy's and she is whispering something we cannot hear. Sam abruptly drops the whip, puts his palm flat between her legs, presses his thigh against the back of his hand, and slowly rubs. As her ecstasy begins to ebb she lets out a mournful, "OHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh..."

There are several "Ohhhhhhhs" from the bleachers, including my own as Kendall begins to slow and soften her rubbing. She finally stops, leans in and gives me a little kiss, and says, "It's always nicer if someone does it for you."

A little winded, I nod in agreement as she gets up to assist Sam and Alyssa. Suddenly everyone in the bleachers begins to applaud. It is an experience I will never forget.

* * *

We all pile back into the house and Kristel immediately goes upstairs. About fifteen minutes later Sam and Alyssa return, both freshly showered and in bathrobes. "Listen ladies, we're going to hit the sack now but you know the house is yours. Most already have your stuff in your rooms but four of you are going to have to double up. Do you mind if I let you sort that out yourselves?"

Everyone agreed it was not a problem and we all said goodnight to them then watched Sam lead Ally up the stairs. The rest of us chatter and gossip for another hour or so then Kendall asks me, "You want to share a bunk tonight Syl?"

"Country goddess " Kendall is exactly that. Tall and fit, muscular but not muscle bound. Her long, pale red hair is set in a French braid and she wears jeans and a denim button shirt. I learned earlier that she lives around here somewhere and is the one who looks after the horses for Sam. He pays her a generous salary and, as a bonus, she receives an occasional session at no charge. Not a bad job really.

We all say our goodnights and amble up to our rooms, smiling as we hear Alyssa's soft moans from behind their bedroom door. Kendall and I have a large, well appointed room with a wonderfully soft queen size bed as well as a couple of large cushy chairs. My back is toward her as I unpack and I inquire, "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure... go for it."

I continue, "Are you... Bi?"

She chuckles a little then says, "Only with Sammy sometimes. Other than that I am a full blown, card carrying lesbian."

I continue to unpack but I am a little surprised, "Only with Sam... why... does he make you do things at your sessions?"

"No, no, no! It's just that... you know... sometimes during a session we're both there, horny as hell, and he does it so nice..."

I can't help but wonder about Alyssa, "How does Ally deal with that kind of thing?"

Kendall answers, "She's wonderful about it. She loves Sammy completely and understands that the women here are going to want some physical intimacy... I mean, you know what it was like at your session. Didn't you feel like you were going to explode if he didn't make love to you? Especially the 'perfect slave' thing! Anyway... Alyssa is very understanding about it and we all love her for that."

I don't respond to her question but I muse, "I can't picture Kristel doing 'perfect slave'."

Kendall says, "You mean Mardi? No, as far as I know she never has. Not that she wouldn't enjoy it but she refuses to call Sam 'My Master'."

Still with my back to her, I undress down to my skivvies then I turn and am startled to see her standing in front of me stark naked and holding a few lengths of rope in her hand; she is, quite simply, gorgeous.

Her luscious blue eyes gaze into mine as she says, "It's entirely up to you, of course, but... I'm not really that tired yet."

We stand there silent for a few moments then I slowly strip off my bra and panties and lie on the covers in the middle of the bed. Kendall kneels on my left, leans over me and begins to secure my right wrist to the bedpost. Her position has her breast millimeters away from my face and, almost as a reflex; I reach up and kiss her nipple.

She moans softly, "mmmmmmm..." then, as she moves to secure my other wrist she tenderly kisses me and whispers, "We're going to have such a wonderful night."




The Armoire Ch. 04



- Expertly edited by FQKF

A few eyes turned my way when I came in the café and I couldn't help but smile as a couple of husbands got scolded by jealous partners. Just like any woman I've ever met, I am always flattered by the attention and I still blush when it is obvious that I am being "visually" undressed by strangers but, I've never received the interest that she is now getting as she breezes through the restaurant toward my table.

The room gets noticeably quiet as she walks in, waves to me, and approaches. She is wearing a plain, white, embroidered sheer blouse over a knit tank and a simple dot print cotton skirt that elegantly sways with her hips. Her feet are almost bare, save for tiny sandals with microscopic straps. It is clearly evident that all the men, and many women, in this room, are combating the urge to ravage her, here and now.

Alyssa Eaglefeather, traffic stopping gorgeous, full blooded Anishinaabe, and undisputed life partner of Sam Darquesied. It is difficult to avoid jealousy but the moment she smiles, and flashes those incredible, green eyes, you are just glad to know her.

She gives me a kiss on the cheek, sits and clasps my hands, and we spend the next few minutes small-talking our way through lunch, then I said, "Ally, you promised me the whole story when time permitted, so... lay it on me, baby!"

"It's a long story, Sylvia," she says, "but if you're up for it then why don't we get a couple of coffees and go to the park and get comfortable."

After finding a nice shady spot she begins, "Well...we met at a computer seminar; I was still working as a coder then and he was there for the company that bought his business. They paid him a humungous pile of money and part of the deal was that he stayed on for a year to ease the transition. According to him, some no-nothing CEO insisted that he attend. His real name is Thomas Dareson and he was a pretty well known troubleshooter so I already knew who he was from magazine articles and such.

"Anyway... there was this contest where partnered seminar attendees could submit a little piece of number crunching code and the best one would win the partners a dinner for two. The partner selection was pretty dismal and I never even considered asking someone at his level. So, I wasn't going to bother, but then... he asked me! We ended up using my laptop in my suite and it only took us about forty five minutes to write the routine. We submitted it just in time then agreed to get together at the seven o'clock session..."

* * *

Just before seven, I entered the conference room and saw Tom way on the other side of the hall talking with the organizer and sponsor of the seminar. Tom must have been watching for me because he immediately caught my attention and waved me over.

Tom introduced us, "Rick this is Alyssa Eaglefeather. Alyssa this is Richard Singleton."

Richard said, "Very pleased to meet you. Wow Thomas, you definitely know how to pick 'em!"

I blushed and Tom said, "No, no. We're just friends."

We all sat together near the back then, after a few minutes, Richard said he had to go to the stage. While the first speaker was up Tom kept pretending to doze off and I playfully nudged him awake. We were both giggling enough to receive some admonishing glares from surrounding seats. We applauded politely as the speaker left the stage then Richard moved to the microphone and said, "Okay... the winner of the dinner is... team twenty-seven... team number twenty-seven."

We just sat there for a few seconds and waited for the winners to respond. Then Tom looked at his receipt and said, "Oh...that's us!"

We went up to the stage and received the prize from Richard. Then, as we started to go back to our seats he waved us over to a side entrance, "Listen Thomas, we both know that these sessions are a complete waste of time for you."

Tom answered, "Thanks Rick, but I have to sign the log at each session so..."

Richard interrupted, "I've signed you in for all the remaining sessions, Alyssa too so... go and enjoy the rest of the weekend."

We looked at each other for a moment then heartily thanked Richard, and—like two naughty children—scurried out the door.

Tom asked if I had eaten yet and, since I hadn't, we agreed that it was as good a time as any so we headed for the dining room.

I said, "I think your friend is trying to set us up!"

Tom answered, "Aw... Richard's a good guy. I've known him for years and, ever since my divorce, everybody's been trying to set me up."

"How long were you married?"

As the maitre de led us to a table Tom said, "Twenty-six years."

As we are seated and given menus I said, "Twenty-six years? That's a long time before a divorce."

Tom explained, "It's a long story but the 'Readers Digest' version is... a couple of years ago I decided to devote more time to my business. I was doing okay but I had a couple of ideas... anyway, I ended up putting in about fifteen hours a day, needless to say, essentially ignoring Maryellen... my wife. One thing led to another and she met this guy Gary, a dentist, and they had a lot in common, especially gardening, and the next thing I know, she's suggesting we split... it was a little over a year ago."

I ask, "Was it ugly?"

"No... not at all. Gary is quite well to do so I got the house. It was completely amicable; we both still love each other, we're just not IN love anymore... you know?"

I said, "We must have been signing our divorce papers just about the same time."

"Oh? How long were you married?"

I answered, "Almost one year."

Tom, a little surprised, asked, "Only a year? What happened?"

"He started beating me up."

Tom, genuinely concerned said, "Oh geez, Alyssa... I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay... it wasn't your fault."

He continued, "Yeah, I know but...speaking as a man, I would like to apologize on behalf of my entire gender. We can be remarkably stupid sometimes."

I laughed at his assessment then he asked, "So...what about now? You seeing somebody?"

"Not really, I got out of a fairly long relationship about four months ago."

He said, "Well, I hope that one was a little less violent."

I looked down and didn't answer. Then Tom said, "Don't tell me...did he hit you too?" I nodded that he did.

"I'm sorry Alyssa...you know; I knew this couple...real nice folks, but he got arrested for hitting his wife and everybody was stunned. I did some research online and discovered that this kind of thing happens way too often."

After the waiter took our food and drink order he Tom asked, "Was it an on going thing or sudden?"

"It was sudden. We had been dating for about four months and—long story short--I asked him to... do something. It didn't go well and he punched me."

"Do you mind if I ask what it was you wanted him to do?"

I was hesitant to answer and he said, "Oh, I'm sorry... I'm prying too much..."

I wasn't sure why but I was comfortable with Tom so I said, "No, it's okay... I wanted him to... spank me."

I watched his response but, there was no hint of judgment or distaste; his reaction was as if I had said "I wanted him to dance."

Tom asked, "What happened?"

"Well, we talked about it...you know...that I wanted to try it and...Bruce seemed okay with it so, one day, when he pulled in the driveway, I stripped and bent over the table. He was surprised when he came in but then he kind of knew... so he smacked my bum a couple of times but then, all of a sudden, he became this different guy. He pulled his pants down and tried to...you know...do me in my...rear end. I didn't want that at all, so I rolled away but then he got real mad. He said if all I wanted was for him to hurt me...then he punched me in the face."

Tom winced when I said "punched" and asked, "Did he keep hitting?"

"No...I screamed as loud as I could and a neighbour came in right away. The police arrested Bruce and... well...that was that."

Tom said, "Again, Alyssa, I'm real sorry. You have to know that none of that was your fault in any way." 

I told him I knew that now, and then I asked him, "What would you have done if you were there?"

"I'd have killed the weasel...four times!"

I laughed and said, "No...I mean if you were him?"

He replied, "Oh...you mean if we were dating and I found you in the kitchen? Well, let's see, I'm dating this drop dead gorgeous girl and I find her naked and asking me to spank her...hmmmm...you know...I could live with that!"

We both laughed and he continued, "You know... I couldn't help but notice a bookmark on your web browser...it was to a bondage story archive..."

I interrupted, "And just how did you know what it was?"

"Well...I've been there many times myself. It's a bit of a fantasy of mine too...not the spanking per se, but bondage and stuff...but I find most of the stories portray the guy as a selfish pervert who treats the woman like dirt. You know...forcing her to do his buddies and stuff..."

I agreed and asked, "And you don't like that?"

"No...I think many of these writers miss the point. A woman might like to be tied naked and whipped but, for it to work, I mean, really work, she has to do that with a guy she can trust completely. And, conversely, the guy has to be worthy of that trust. He has to care for her deeply and only have her in mind, not himself, when he does things to her. Sure the guy's going to be horny and want to have sex but, that'll come and, you know what they say, it's not so much the destination as it is the journey...I don't think I'm explaining it very well."

I responded, "On the contrary, I think you're doing very well!"

We talked for a long time after that. Then we left the hotel and went for a long walk. After a half hour or so, I found I was...falling for him a bit. He held my hand as we ran across a street and we continued to hold hands all the way back. Before we went inside I put my arms around him and told that I had a really nice night and then we kissed.

It was soft and deep and long. He caressed my mouth and tongue with his...it was SO nice! I thought to myself that maybe, just maybe, this is the guy I've been waiting for. The twenty year age difference didn't matter even a little bit. When the kiss ended he smiled and said, "If you're ever looking for a spanking buddy, give me a call." Blushing again, I smiled back and then we went through the revolving door.

As I stepped into the lobby I suddenly stopped, turned and said, "What about tonight?"

I couldn't believe I said that out loud! I put my hand to my mouth; I was SO embarrassed! But I knew he was a gentleman and would say something clever to get me out of this.

"Uh...well, okay...if you're sure." 

I didn't expect that! I had obviously taken him by surprise but he answered like it was a perfectly natural request. I should have said something like I was kidding. But then I remembered something my dad used to say, "Only risk takers have a chance to win." So, I said, "I can come to your room in a half hour or so...if that's okay."

Again, in a non-judgmental tone he answered, "That'll be fine...oh, can you do me a little favour? If you have them, could you change into a skirt and blouse?"

I was a little puzzled but I did have them so I agreed and we went to our rooms.

* * *

I was excited but very anxious as I stood in front of his door. I always carried a riding crop in my suitcase and I had put in a bag and brought it with me. I used it on myself when I fantasized alone at night but now I wasn't sure how I would explain its presence. After a full minute I finally built up the nerve to knock. He answered and invited me in.

I was so nervous; I didn't know what to say or do so I just handed him the bag, "Here! I...had this...maybe you want to use it...I'm sorry, I'm really nervous."

He took the crop out of the bag and, without questioning why I had it, simply said, "Cool!"

Then I asked, "Should I...uh...just undress and...uh...bend over..."

Abruptly he said, "No. Actually I think we should talk first and get things straight."

He offered me a chair then continued, "First off, I thought it might be more interesting if we had a scenario or something. I thought it might be more fun than just diving into the spanking thing."

"Scenario? What do you mean?"

Tom said, "You know...like...maybe you're a secretary and I'm your boss and I call you on the carpet because of some mistake...something like that."

It did sound more interesting so I asked, "Okay...what would we do exactly?"

He replied, "We can just play that by ear and see how it goes... which brings me to another point. Uh...aside from the kiss, we have never been intimate but, eventually, you're going to be naked and I'm going to be using this crop so I need you to tell me what's okay and what isn't."

I didn't really know what to tell him. "Oh...I've never had anybody do this for me so I'm not sure. But maybe, if it's okay, don't...touch me between my legs...with your hand...for now..."

"That's okay...um...we should have an out word though. That way you can stop it if I do something you don't like."

I said, "Couldn't I just say stop?"

"Oh yes, but I thought, if you get into the scenario, you might say things like "Stop...please stop"...you know...pretending it was real. So we might want to use a word that in no way would fit."

"Like what?"

Tom looked around then picked up a city brochure from the desk, "What about this?"

"Philadelphia?"

He smiled and said, "Well, I can't imagine you would use it in the scenario like "Oh stop...please don't Philadelphia me!"

I laughed and agreed then asked, "What should we do now?"

Tom said, "You be Miss Jones and go stand by the door and I'll be Mr. Smith and I'll call you in...like it's my office. And then we'll just wing it."

My anxiety had pretty much been replaced by my excitement and, as I stood and waited by the door, I felt my vagina begin to moisten.

"Miss Jones? Come in here please."

I went over and stood right in front of him and he whispered that I should back up a bit—like there's a desk between us.

"Miss Jones, It has come to my attention that your dictation skills have shown very little improvement over the past few weeks."

As "Miss Jones" I answered, "I'm...uh sorry....uh...I'll do better?"

A very stern "Mr. Smith" said, "Constantly being sorry is not acceptable in this office, Miss Jones and I have lost all my patience. I'm going to have to let you go."

I began to get it and Tom was right, it was kind of fun, "Oh please, Mr. Smith, I really need this job. I promise I'll do better."

He smiled and winked then snapped back to stern, "It's too late for more promises, Miss Jones. You've promised before but your efforts have always been mediocre at best. I've made my decision."

Begging, I responded, "Please, Mr. Smith, is there anything I can do to make it up to you? Anything at all?"

He paused then said, "We'll, there would have to be punishment and you would have to prove that you are sincere and will always do your very best to obey me without question."

Eagerly I responded, "Oh thank you Mr. Smith! I will take my punishment and I will do my very best."

Flatly, Mr. Smith said, "Very well...please remove your blouse."

Just his words doubled my excitement and my arousal but, pretending to be shocked, I said, "Uh...excuse me?"

Tom abruptly rose and stood right beside me, "Miss Jones! You see, this has always been the problem hasn't it? In one breath you promise to do your best to obey but in the next you immediately question me. Now...let's try again shall we? Miss Jones...PLEASE remove your blouse!"

"Yyyyes...Mr. Ssssmith." As I began to undo the buttons I was SO turned on. I thought to myself, "Please let Tom be the man I hope he is. Please don't let this go bad." I slid the blouse off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

Tom then said, "Now Miss Jones, please remove your brassiere."

Meekly I complied, "Yyyyes...Mr. Ssssmith."

I unhooked the clasp and slid the straps over my arms then let the bra fall. Tom whispered "Wow!" and we both began to giggle. 

We quickly composed ourselves the Tom gave me a tap on my breast with the crop. "Was that too hard?'

I told him it wasn't and he could go harder so he tried a few, progressively stronger strikes to my boobs until I winced and said, "Ow ow ow... that's about it Tom. I think that's as hard as you should go."

For the rest of the evening he never hit harder that that last one. I was getting pretty sure that he was the guy.

Tom then said, "Please remove your skirt now, Miss Jones."

In character I said, "Mr. Smith, I'm not sure I want to...OW...OW...I'M SORRY...MR. SMITH... I'M SORRY!"

He had given me a slap across my nipple with the crop—not too hard but I had never been hit there before and it stung. I obeyed and unzipped the skirt and let it fall.

An obviously impressed Tom; said "Jesus!" and I began to giggle again.

He waited a bit while I composed myself then said, "Now your panties, Miss Jones."

I was really beginning to enjoy the "scenario" and I was really beginning to like him so, to give him a bit of a show, I turned, grasped the waist of the panties and slowly bent down sliding the panties to the floor as I went. When I stood back up Tom said, "And now Miss Jones...I think I need a very, very...cold shower!"

We both burst out laughing and it took over a minute for us to settle down. I had to marvel at my lack of embarrassment as I stood stark naked in front of this man. I was very aroused and I liked—really liked—the way he looked at me. I was pleased that he liked what he saw.

Recomposed, Tom said, "Now, Miss Jones please place your hands behind your back and spread your feet as far as you can."

As I did what he asked he walked around behind me then... "Ow...OW!" He smacked me twice on the butt with the crop.

With every "Miss Jones" I get a smack. "You are disappointing me again, Miss Jones!" SMACK! "I asked you to spread as far as you could, Miss Jones" SMACK! "But you are NOT spread as far as you can, are you Miss Jones?" SMACK! 

"OW...OW...No, Mr. Smith...OW...I can do better...OW!" I spread as far as I could without toppling over then he moved to stand in front of me and began to stroke my breast with the crop. My arousal began to build again and I was pretty sure I could feel my pussy dripping.

"That's more like it, Miss Jones but your lack of effort merits some whipping doesn't it?"

His caressing with the crop was adding fuel to my fire and I began to pant a bit, "Yes...Mister....Smith."

Tom continued, "Miss Jones, I am going to whip you on your buttocks and your breasts. How many strokes of the crop should I use, Miss Jones?"

His use of the word "buttocks" made me giggle again, but I recovered quickly and said, "Ten Mr. Smith... OW...OWWW!" He smacked me once on each nipple.

"Be more specific, Miss Jones!" he insisted.

Panting a little harder I answered, "Ten on my bum, Mr. Smith and ten on my breasts."

Tom said, "Very well, Miss Jones...and you must count out each one."

Immediately he started on my butt. "Ow...one...OW...two...OWWW...three..." Then he moved in front to attack my boobs but...

"Well... what do we have here?" He pulled the end of the crop across my labia and over my clitoris. The touch shot my arousal up almost, but not quite, through the roof. Then he showed me the crop—it was soaking wet!

He leaned close and whispered, "Is it okay if I touch you there with the crop?"

I answered, "Yes...that's okay...you can touch me, if you like...with your hands. You can touch me anywhere you want...it was a stupid rule."

He smiled and moved back. "Does standing naked before me get you sexually excited, Miss Jones?"

I looked into his eyes and said, "Oh YES...very much, sir!" I wanted him to know my answer was for real so I didn't use "Mr. Smith."




The Armoire Ch. 05



- Sam Darquesied

- Expertly Edited by FQKF

*

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No! Of course not."

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

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

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

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

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

Tommy asked, "How many girls want this?"

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

I asked, "Who's on the list?"

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

"So...what's the scenario? Will there be a prison or something?"

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

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

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

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

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

I said, "I wonder...if Kristel would be interested?"

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

He pocketed the phone saying, "She'll be here in an hour and she's bringing Chinese."

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

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

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

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

I interrupted, "Was I there?"

Kristel said, "Oh yes...and thanks for the champagne!"

There was a moment's pause then we all burst out laughing...and then Kristel said, "What about you Sylvia?"

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

Kristel turned to Sam and said, "What about you, Sam...what kind of fantasies do you have?"

He laughed and said, "Oh, Kris, I'm pretty much living my fantasy!"

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

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

Kristel complained, "Oh...why do you get to have all the fun?"

"Because, I know what it feels like."

I interjected, "I know what it feels like too."

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

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

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

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

"A few...Isabella has a weird kind of love/hate thing with it."

Kristel asked, "What do you mean 'love/hate?'"

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

Kristel said, "Too bad you don't have one with you. I'd like to try it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What is this?" he said.

"It...it is my...pubic hair...My master," she said, visibly nervous.

Sam said, "I see...Turn around please and place your arms over your head."

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

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

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

Kristel lifted her head and, with the most pleading look on her face, said, "No...please, My Master...please!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly she scrunched her face hard and, through clenched teeth, she said, "OH MY MASTER...CHICAGO...CHICAGO..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Surprised I said, "Oh...I...I'm fine, My Master."

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

"I'm so sorry, My Master! Please forgive me!" I was naked in under a minute.

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

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




The Armoire Ch. 05



"OHHHHHMYYYYYGAAAAWD...I'M COMING...CHICAGO...CHICAGO...huuuuuuh...huuuuuuh...HE IS....OHHHHHHH...STILL...huuuuuuh...OHHHHHH...HE IS COMING TOO...OHHHHHHJESUSJESUS.

"OO...GEEZ...OO...I'M...OO...SPASMS...MASTER...OO...OO...STILL...IN AND...OO...huuuuuuh...OUT...! GEEZZZZZ!!!"

As we began to relax Sam said, "Thank you, my little slave, you did very well."

I answered, "No...thank you, My Master...I really needed that!"

We started to laugh as Sam withdrew and tidied himself up. He walked over to Kristel, knelt and said, "Well...I'm very pleased with both my little slaves and, I am exhausted so, I am releasing you..."

Again, Kristel lifted her head and vigorously nodded NO! Sam asked me if I was able to undo the ropes by myself and I said I could so he said goodnight and went off to the spare room. I squatted down and sat beside Kristel and asked her if she was okay. She said she was.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" I asked.

She looked at me and said, "Uh HUH!"

I smiled at her and began to...well, that's another story.

* * *

Both Kristel and I were getting pretty nervous, sitting in the cube van and waiting for the signal. It was four o'clock in the morning and everything was set. The van was at the back step with the door open and the lights were set and ready to go. The girls were not expecting anything to start until after breakfast so this was going to be a shock to them...if it all goes as planned. Suddenly, the two-way in Kristel's pocket crackled to life, "Are you guys set?"

She said we were and Sam said, "Okay...I'm just starting the fogger so it'll just be a minute or two..."

A couple of minutes later we heard our signal—the in house smoke detectors—so, I hit the switch...and the lights came on and the sirens blared. We pulled down the breather masks, put on the hats and rushed into the house. The detectors were blaring and the flashing red lights in the front yard were lighting up the room. The entire front section of the house was filling with white smoke and we could hear Sam shouting at everyone to get downstairs. Kristel moved to the bottom of the stairs and as the bathrobe clad, dazed, half asleep girls came down she directed them to the back kitchen, "Quickly now...go that way...to the back...there's too much smoke by the front!" She was shouting in as low a voice as she could muster.

I stopped them by the back door, waiting for the last to arrive. They were confused and frightened shouting, "We have to get out!" but I held them in the kitchen telling them it was safer if they all left together. Sam came down guiding Alyssa, the last of them, so, in my lowest voice, I said, "Okay...I'm going to open the door and then you all have to get out as fast as you can...! Okay...here we go!"

I opened the door and hit the second remote switch, triggering the blinding lights, as they all pushed through in a panic, "Run towards the light...quickly!!!" and they did, stumbling onto the mattresses in the back of the cube van. As Alyssa fell in, Sam and I quickly pulled the van's cargo door closed and secured the latch. We took a moment to catch our breath then Sam said, "I can't believe that worked!" We started to laugh...then went about cleaning up our mess.

I hit the master switch that killed all the lights and sirens; Kristel turned off the fog machine; and Sam killed the fake smoke detectors. We opened the doors and windows to clear out the fake smoke, all the while hearing pounding from the back of the cube van. Kristel and I were finally able to rid ourselves of the terribly hot, rented fire fighters suits then we all sat down at the table for a coffee and some rest.

We were quiet for a few moments then Sam raised his cup to us and said, "Outstanding work ladies...just outstanding!" We clinked cups then broke out laughing.

"Do you think they've figured it out by now? That it's started?" said Kristel.

Again we laughed the Sam answered, "I should hope so but, either way, we have our shanghaied new recruits for the Army of the Republic of KriSylDarque!"

We laughed some more then got changed into our camouflage outfits; pants, shirt, and hat. We then closed up the house and got into the front seat of the van. The girls were pounding on the walls and screaming incoherently as Sam picked up the microphone and hit the button, "Ladies...ladies, I suggest you get comfortable for the trip ahead." With that he started the engine and drove all over the yard, making tight right turns then sharp left turns, attempting to disorient our passengers in the rear. We could hear them tumbling and squealing in response to the violent maneuvers. Finally he straightened the vehicle out and headed for the woods at the other end of the farm.

Everything was ready but it had been a monstrous undertaking; setting the large posts; bringing up the provisions; the equipment; the tents; the huge water tank. It took us the entire week and at the end we all agreed the Sam would have to come up with less elaborate scenarios in the future.

We pulled up near the eight posts by the camping area we had created and shut the engine off. Sam picked up the mike and said, "Ladies...you have been selected for recruitment into the Army of the Republic of KrisSylDarque..."

The girls began screaming and pounding on the walls again so Sam hit the feedback button on the mike. The sound it created was a god awful squeal that hurt our ears so it must have been unbearable in the back. He let off the button then started again, "As I was saying...Ladies, you have been selected for recruitment into the Army of the Republic of KriSylDarque. We have now arrived at our training facility and your indoctrination will begin immediately...Now, listen carefully. Any disobedience, even the slightest infraction, will be dealt with very harshly. Please have one person knock twice on the wall if you understand."

There was a short silence then two knocks on the van wall. Sam flicked a switch that turned on the overhead light in the back and motioned for us to get into position. Kristel and I put on our black hoods and moved to the back of the van as Sam spoke into the mike, "Listen carefully please...you will all move to the rear of the box, away from the door. Please knock twice when you are in position."

At the sound of the knocks, Kristel opened the back door just enough for me to get my arm through and toss in eight large cable tie cuffs. Then we closed the door and Sam continued, "You will now disrobe completely and..."

Again there was commotion and complaining from the back so, again the feedback button was pushed. The sound was like Freddy Krueger dragging his steel claws across an endless blackboard. Quiet was restored and Sam continued, "Disrobe NOW...! And knock when you are ready. Be quick or you will suffer for it."

About sixty seconds later we heard the knocks and Sam again addressed our captives, "Very good...now each of you will take one of the plastic hand cuffs and place them around your wrists with your hands in front. You must then pull them tight. If we find that they are not tight we will tighten them for you and your hands will become forever useless within five minutes. When all of you have secured the cuffs, move to the rear, away from the door and knock on the wall."

When the knocks came Sam, riding crop in hand, joined us at the rear of the van then Kristel slid the door up about three feet and Sam said, "You will address me as General and my colleagues as Colonel and Lieutenant...now, one of you, just one, please come forward and exit the box."

There was some muttering then one of them came forward and bent under the door as Sam helped her to the ground and then asked her name, "Colleen...General." She stood, naked and shivering, and seemed genuinely afraid. Sam led her to one of the tall, twelve inch posts then stood her on a small platform with her back against the pole. He had her hold her arms straight up as he began to wrap several coils of rope around her and the post, at her armpits. He pulled the rope tight and secured it then wrapped more coils at her waist, thighs, just above her knees, just below her knees, and at her ankles. When all were tight he had her lower her arms then he cut the plastic cuff off, pulled her hands behind the post and tied them off. Next, he lifted her a bit and removed the platform causing her to moan as the ropes took her weight. Lastly, Sam inserted a cloth gag and wrapped a rope through her mouth and around the pole. He pulled it fairly tight and tied it off. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she hung there, naked and immobile, but...damn, she looked marvelous.

Each of them, in turn, was affixed to one of the posts in the same manner. Next was Jariyah, and Sam was right, she was a beautiful East Indian girl with long, long black hair and a body to die for. Apparently her name, in Arabic, means "Slave Girl". She too was sobbing the entire time and seemed really afraid. Malsa was next, then Hope, the stunning China doll. Kendall followed and was the first who wasn't crying and she defiantly glared at Sam while he bound her to the pole. Teri was next and she was also tearless and stone faced as she was tied to the post.

Isabella followed and, as she was being bound, muttered something which earned her a very sharp whack to her pubic bone from Sam's crop. She swore at the hit and Sam immediately forced in one of the cloth gags then he forced a second cloth in as well. When he picked up a third cloth, Isabella tearfully begged him not to insert that one as well. He put it in his pocket and finished the ties and, when he went to put the rope through her mouth, he mercifully removed the second cloth. He then stood in front of her and applied another hard whack to the pubes. Isabella said nothing.

Lastly was Alyssa and as he led her to her post it occurred to me that he must hate doing this to her. He seemed gentler with her but he bound her as tight as the rest. Just as he finished the gag rope, she said something and he looked back at her with the saddest eyes...and struck her as he had Isabella. He had to, of course, she had no more rights then the others. It was five fifteen A.M. and the sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon; Sam had secured all eight women in less than forty five minutes.

"Very good. You can rest now," said Sam, "and we will begin the training at nine o'clock." They were going to hang there for four hours!

Kristel took the first hour of guarding them while Sam and I went to one of the tents to rest. It had been a long, long day.

* * *

Sam was supposed to take the second hour but I took it instead. I couldn't sleep anyway and he was exhausted, having gone to sleep the moment his head hit the pillow. For the past hour I had listened to the pillored women moaning, crying, and sometimes screaming in frustration and discomfort. I shuddered at the thought of being in their position yet...it WAS arousing to picture myself hung on one of the posts!

I walked past the posts towards Kristel, who was sitting on a log and I could see that all had been crying at one time or another. They all were moaning and panting and Jariyah was quietly sobbing. As I reached Kristel I whispered, "How have they been?"

She whispered back, "Pretty much like you see them now...moaning; a little crying; once in a while one of them yells and pulls at the ropes. But...look at Isabella."

We both laughed quietly looking at her hanging there, breasts jutting out, and sleeping like a baby!

Kristel continued, "It's hard to believe that they want this...it's hard to believe that I want this!"

Still whispering, I said, "I know! I have been constantly turned on since we started! Is there something wrong with us?"

We laughed again and then Kristel went to the tent to try and get some sleep, leaving me alone with our captives. I got up and moved to inspect them and couldn't help but feel I was strolling through an art gallery. The first masterpiece was tiny Colleen, eyes closed and quietly panting. She looked like a little child, dusty and dirty, with little rivulets carved in the dust on her cheeks from her tears. There were also a few on her thighs which, at first, I thought were from pee but then I realized that, at some time during this ordeal, she had a small orgasm. I still can't understand why looking at her here...is so erotic! 

Beautiful, copper skinned Jariyah panted and sobbed in her bindings, through tightly closed eyes; her long, black hair matted and stuck to her shoulders. I found it difficult to keep myself from fondling her and I was beginning to pant a little myself.

Next was exotic Latina, Malsa, her eyes were wide open and staring directly across at blonde, statuesque Teri who was also wide eyed and staring back. The two stunning women looked so delectable I couldn't stop myself from stroking Malsa's thigh. Her body jerked a bit at my touch but she continued to stare at Teri. It was as if they were supporting each other...as long as they maintained eye contact, they'd be okay.

As I moved in front of Hope I marveled at her dark, porcelain smooth skin. I wondered if she shaved her pubic hair or was just naturally smooth. She was tiny, like Colleen, and looked every bit as much a little girl. Her eyes were closed but she was not asleep, nor was she sobbing but, clearly, she was off in a world of her own. It was getting more and more difficult to resist the urge to strip and ravage one of these women.

I turned to the other side, starting with Alyssa at the other end of the row. She looked absolutely dazzling in her bindings. Her eyes were open and I was startled a bit when she looked directly at me. Her look was not one of fear or discomfort, it was more like reassurance that I shouldn't worry about her and that everything was okay. I was so turned on now that I reached and began to fondle her delightful breasts. She closed her eyes and moaned a little but...I knew she belonged to Sam so I stopped and moved to Isabella.

My hands seemed disappointed when I removed them from Alyssa so they almost automatically began to stroke Isabella's glorious domes. She squirmed and moaned a bit but did not wake up but I was so terribly aroused ...I needed someone...now!

I quickly moved to Kendall and immediately glommed on to her boobs. We looked into each others eyes and suddenly...a wave of power came over me. I was the one in control. I could do anything with her and she was powerless to stop me. I began to lick and suck her nipples and reached my hand down, forcing my fingers into her. Kendall's moans only increased the fire in me and I opened my shirt and mashed my breasts into hers. I opened my legs and started to rub my crotch against her thigh, all the while I was roughly jamming my finger into her pussy and rubbing her clit with my palm. I felt her liquid cover my fingers as she climaxed and had to press my face into her shoulder to suppress the noise of my own orgasm.

Her eyes were wide and she spasmed hard in the ropes as I cruelly kept roughly manhandling her pussy. When I was satisfied I removed my hand, buttoned up my shirt, gave her nipples a harsh tweak, and walked back to my seat. I knew that sometime in the future, when I am alone with Kendall, I will pay for my cruelty but...I was smiling now!

Leaving Sam to rest, Kristel came out to relieve me around seven fifteen and asked if anything had happened. I initially said no but then I told her about my "use" of Kendall and her eyes widened. As I went back to the tent, I saw her moving towards Isabella.

I slept a little this time, awaking at about eight thirty. I woke Sam up and then went to relieve Kristel, apologizing for my tardiness. She said not to worry about it and went to make coffee. I noticed that Isabella's boobs were essentially free from dust.

Sam came out a few minutes later and, in full view of our captives, the three of us sat at a picnic bench and enjoyed our morning coffee. He smiled and shook his head as we confessed our "indiscretions" with Kendall and Isabella and we all were astonished at the addictive nature of power over others. We finished our coffee then moved to the posts to begin today's indoctrination.

Sam, with cattle prod in hand, stood in the centre and said, "Good morning ladies. I trust you found your new accommodations satisfactory." There were several gag-muted comments from the captives and, possibly, some disagreement.

He continued, "Very good. Now, this morning we need to officially recruit you into the Army of the Republic of KriSylDarque and there will be a brief test of your stamina."

With that, he moved to Colleen and pressed the points of the prod to her pubes, "Now...Colleen, do you agree to become a soldier in the Army of the Republic of KriSylDarque and abide by all its rules?"

Colleen's eyes grew wide at the touch of the prod as she said, "Uh HUH...yes...YES...I AGREE!"

The cloth and rope gag made it fairly easy to understand and Sam said, "Very good...Now the stamina test...," and he pressed the switch on the prod.

Seemingly in slow motion, just like Kristel, Colleen gasped in a huge breath, "HUUUUUUUUUUUUU..." then..., "IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...," Tears began to flow and she shuddered in her bindings.

Sam said that she had done well and moved to Jariyah who was already sobbing uncontrollably. She began to whimper at the touch of the prod and, fighting against her ropes, let out a monstrous scream when he applied the "stamina test". Leaving her to her misery he walked in front of Malsa.

She immediately agreed to join our army then clenched her teeth and every muscle in her body when she felt the prod against her pubic bone. Her efforts to prepare were useless against the shock from the prod. Like the others, "HUUUUUUUUUUUUU..." then..., "IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...," and her tears flowed freely.

I felt sorry for little Hope who was literally shaking in her bindings. Hearing the shrieks of the others had her almost hysterical and, as he touched her with the prod, she shouted, "NO...NO...PLEASE DON'T...PLEASE..." We could see that Sam was reluctant to push the button but, she hadn't used "Philadelphia" so..., "HUUUUUUUUUUUUU..." then..., "IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...," Her scream was high pitched, like a little girl; it even made Sam wince.

He moved on the Kendall and asked, "Kendall, do you agree to become a soldier in the Army of the Republic of KriSylDarque and abide by all its rules?"

She looked him in the eye and said, "NO!"

Without any hesitation, like he had expected that response, he hit the switch, "HUUUUUUUUUUUUU..." then..., "IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...," No matter how strong you were, you could not beat that damn prod. Tears rolled down her cheek but she suppressed any outright crying. Again he asked, "Do you agree to become a soldier in the Army of the Republic of KriSylDarque and abide by all its rules?"

Again she looked him in the eye and refused and, again he hit the switch. I almost began to cry myself as she screamed for the second time; even harder than the first.

As he asked the question for the third time, she interrupted, "YES...YES...PLEASE...NO MORE!"

Kendall must have thought she had already passed the "stamina test" because her eyes widened when Sam did not withdraw the prod and she began to shout, "NO...NO...NO...IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...," She was unable to suppress her sobbing now and it was clear to everybody that Sam was not going to let up on them this weekend. Their only way out was "Philadelphia".

It seemed that Teri had toyed with the idea of refusal as she hesitated when Sam asked the question but, she quickly and wisely changed her mind and agreed. Like Malsa, she clenched for the prod hit but, "HUUUUUUUUUUUUU..." then..., "IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...," There simply was no fighting that thing.

Sam was already shaking his head as he approached Isabella, knowing that she was going to fight. Sure enough, her response to the questions was, "SCREW YOU!" Sam wasted no time and hit the button.




The Armoire Ch. 05



Through clenched teeth she shrieked, "SHEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTT!!!" She was trying to fight him in the only way she had available...not screaming outright. With all the defiance she could muster, she took two more but finally gave in as he touched the device to her pubes for the fourth time. The "stamina test" forced her to scream, and sob, like the others.

Almost everyone became silent as Sam moved in front of Alyssa. I truly believe that she would have been defiant if it had been someone else but, she agreed to the recruitment demand immediately, sparing him the need to force her to comply. He pulled the switch quickly to get the "stamina test" over with and, like the others, "HUUUUUUUUUUUUU..." then..., "IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...," It must have torn his heart out.

Sam went back to the picnic bench for another coffee and motioned for Kristel and me to follow. He recapped the next bit in which the captives are to be tested for their oral sex ability and that we would be taking them down from the posts and re-rig them in waist cuffs and ankle cuffs. Once we're sure that we were all on the same page we returned to the posts and Sam said, "I am sure that you would all like to remain on the poles but we must move on. When you are released you will step down and turn, facing the post with your hands clasped behind your head until told otherwise. If you offer any resistance whatsoever, you will be severely beaten with a whip. Do you all understand?"

They all said they understood so we moved to Colleen and Sam had her ropes undone in seconds. She stepped off the platform and turned with her hands behind her head as instructed, allowing Kristel and me to quickly apply the cuffs. Once her wrists were secured at her sides in the waist cuffs she was told to kneel, then we moved to the others. In short order all eight were kneeling facing their posts, hands locked by their sides and ankle cuffs in place.

The General then ordered every other girl to rise and move to the centre of the post area and remain standing. He then commanded Colleen to kneel in front of Alyssa; Malsa in front of Hope; Kendall in front of Teri; and Isabella in front of Jariyah. It didn't take a genius to see what was going to happen next.

The General ordered the women standing to spread their legs as wide as possible and once they complied he said, "Those of you kneeling must now pleasure your standing partner using only your mouth and tongue. You must bring your partner to orgasm within five minutes. If you fail to produce the orgasm, both you and your partner will be whipped. Do you understand?"

They all "reluctantly" agreed but Jariyah was sobbing a bit. Sam then said, "You may start...now!"

The kneeling girls moved in and their partners, except Jariyah, moved their hips to greet them. It was quite a sight; four beautiful women with their faces buried in the crotches of four other beautiful women. The collective panting was making me wet and I could see that Kristel was getting pretty excited as well. Little China doll Hope had her head back and was gyrating into Malsa's face. Teri was equally enraptured as Kendall expertly feasted on her vulva. Colleen lived for this kind of thing and an appreciative Alyssa was pretty close to erupting. Then we heard, "Philadelphia!" It was Jariyah.

Sam ordered everyone to stop but had to physically pull Isabella back. He helped Jariyah stand up straight and asked Kristel to take her to the large tent saying he would be with them shortly. He then turned to Isabella and had her get up and stand between the first and second posts. He attached her left wrist cuff to the first post using one of the double sets of bungees we had prepared earlier, then he attached her other wrist to the second post. As he moved to affix her left ankle, Isabella said, "NO...NO...IT'S NOT FAIR...I DIDN'T GET FIVE MINUTES!"

It was odd to hear Isabella beg for mercy but it was falling on deaf ears as she was now stretched between the posts in a wide, hanging spread-eagle. When Kristel returned Sam ordered all the girls to kneel and asked her to guard them while he and I went to the tent.

As we entered Jariyah said, "I'm really sorry, Sam, I thought I could deal with this...I'm so sorry. I'm usually alone with you and...being naked in front of all...and Isabella touching me...I wish I had volunteered to help...like her."

She pointed to me when she said that and Sam looked at me as well then said, "Really...you'd be okay as a guard?"

She answered, "Oh yes! I wouldn't want to do any...sex stuff...but I can wield a whip pretty good and...I don't get the chance to be the boss very often."

Sam looked at me and said, "Why don't you go talk to Kristel and, if either one of you wants to switch places with Jariyah...well...that person should return to the tent."

I walked to the picnic bench and waved Kristel over. I was aroused the moment Sam suggested the switch but I knew Kristel would be eager as well. As she approached I thought how weird it was that we were both so enthusiastic to be "used and abused."

Kristel and I discussed it but she graciously yielded the opportunity to me. I could have argued more I guess but...I was getting wet just talking about it so I thanked her and hurried back to the tent.

Back in the tent I removed the camos and handed them to Jariyah while Sam helped me get into the cuffs. Once my wrists were secured at my side he told me to return to the group and kneel with them. Jariyah was just going to have to play it by ear.

I walked towards the group then ran as Kristel sternly ordered me to hurry it up. She grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me towards the girls then forced me to kneel. A couple of minutes later Sam came out with Jariyah, who was now wearing the camouflage outfit and the black hood. He went to Isabella and released her, saying she was lucky that he was in a good mood and was giving her a second chance. He then ordered all of us to resume our positions so I took the place of Jariyah, standing, legs spread wide, in front of Isabella. When the command was given, Isabella dove into my vagina with her tongue like I was going to be her last meal. I heaved my hips against her as she sucked, and licked, and drove her tongue into me like the head of an angry snake.

I could here the others moaning and saw Alyssa gyrating hard into Colleen's face then, one by one, we started to pop. Alyssa was first and, by the sound of it, it was a rip tide event. I was next and as my insides convulsed I stepped forward to drive my vulva into Isabella as hard as I could. Hope screamed as her pussy conceded to Malsa's enthusiastic tongue work and lastly, Teri softly, and gratefully, moaned in appreciation of Kendall's expert manipulations. The four of us were panting and sweating like rock stars when The General ordered us to switch positions.

Ten minutes later the other four were now gasping and slick skinned and a quick glance at Kristel showed she was in need of some relief herself.

Sam then ordered us all to kneel in a line again and said, "Lieutenant (Jariyah), please guard the recruits while the Colonel (Kristel) and I interview a couple of them personally." He pointed to Isabella and Kristel eagerly took her arm and led her to the guard's tent while Sam took Alyssa to his tent. Just before Sam closed the tent flap, I caught a glimpse of her lying on the cot, her arms fixed to her hips, legs spread, hanging over the sides. A few minutes later her telltale, "OHHHH...SAMMYSAMMY...GEEEEEZZZZZ!" gave away the outcome of her interview.

* * *

For the most of the day we were forced to work without food, just a little water once in a while. Sam had used a backhoe to dig two huge holes, maybe eight feet in diameter and four or five feet deep. One was empty and the other was filled with...cow manure, WET cow manure! All our cuffs were removed and then we had to stand in the manure hole and use our hands to throw the vile contents to the other. When I came up with this idea at our meeting last week, it certainly never occurred to me that I would end up knee deep in the cow shit. We were miserable; tired, hungry, covered in manure, and stinking to high heaven...and we had all, literally, asked for this!

We finished our chore around five and then, standing and still covered in dung, we were allowed a bowl of oatmeal and some water. After our "meal" we were led, one by one, back to the empty hole then we were told to step into the hole and relieve ourselves. Our "guard" turned her back on us which afforded a small degree of privacy but, it was the most disgusting, demeaning thing any of us had ever done and most of us wept as we squatted, peed, and crapped, then covered our effluent with handfuls of dirt...we were not allowed to wipe.

The one bright spot was Isabella who, as she squatted and emptied her bowels, decided a play by play description was in order, "Ohhh...yes! That's better than sex! Whiewww...that's pretty ripe...what is that? Oh...I bet it's that huge, polish sausage I had yesterday!" Even the "guards" were unable to keep a straight face.

Subsequently, we were ordered to stand side by side in a line, bend over, and use our hands to spread our bum cheeks. Jariyah and Kristel then used hoses to clean us with powerful streams of ice cold water. We were then told to stand and turn as they hosed us down completely, gave us bars of soap, and ordered to wash each other. Once thoroughly lathered up we were again subjected to the freezing spray as our two "guards" rinsed us off. We were then told to line up in a row in the middle of the camp with our feet apart and our hands behind our heads. We all stood there shivering but it was so good to be clean.

We were made to stand there for almost an hour, until Sam arrived back from a trip to the house for some supplies. He and the two "guards" talked for a bit then he came over to us and said. "I have been told that your work today was satisfactory and that you have enjoyed a sumptuous meal."

Some began to verbally disagree with his assessment prompting him to shout, "SILENCE! You will speak only when asked to do so! Now...I feel you all need a reminder that this is not a vacation so...move a little further apart and place your hands behind you back, wrists crossed."

Silently, we did as we were told and the two "guards" quickly secured our wrists with plastic cuffs. Out of the corner of my eye I saw them all go to the table and return with leather cat-o-nine-tails floggers.

Sam continued, "Now...you will all bend forward at the waist until you back is parallel with the ground and remain that way until told otherwise. If, for some reason you fall or are forced forward, you will have five seconds to compose yourself and return to your position, or face severe consequences."

I was third from the left and could see Kristel move in behind Colleen who was second from the left. As we bent into position I noticed Sam move in behind Alyssa at the far left. They both screamed out, "OWWWW...HOWWW..." at the first lash but, at the far right of the line, Kendall shrieked a god awful, "IEEEEEEEEE..." as Jariyah struck her with a full overhand blow. Sam immediately stopped everything and took Jariyah aside. I couldn't make out what he was saying but it was clear that he was admonishing her. He returned to Alyssa and told the "guards" to back away until he was done.

Sam laid four quick lashes on Alyssa's bottom and she howled, "OWWWWWW..." with each hit. She was crying as the lash peeled across her bottom for the fifth time and then the sixth strike caused her knees to buckle and she fell to the ground. She was sobbing hard but, as Sam counted backwards from five, she got herself up and back into position. He delivered three more uppercuts then stopped and moved back. She had received a total of ten strokes, all to her bum and her weeping was scaring the crap out of me. 

Kristel moved back behind Colleen and the first lash triggered her sobs and a high pitched, screeching, "OWWWWWW..." Each subsequent scream was louder and higher pitched than the one before but she took all ten without losing her footing. It was clear that Jariyah was no longer participating and Sam and Kristel were alternating so I expected him to come to me next but instead he skipped over and stood behind Isabella to my right.

Her emanations ranged from, "SON OF A BITCH!" at the beginning to "MOTHERRRRFUCKERRRR!" at the end, with no tears and her feet never moved. Sam told her she was to receive two additional strokes for swearing and must take them without uttering a sound. She took the first one silently but let out a little "unnnnn..." with the second. This earned her a third and, somehow, she suppressed any sound. She was panting like a rabid dog which only added to my dread as Kristel moved in behind me.

I shuddered as she said, "I seem to remember that you used one of these on me at Christmas...is that correct recruit?"

"Yyyyes...Colonel," I said as I felt my self beginning to shake.

"You whipped me very hard, didn't you?" she added.

"Yyyyes...Colonel," I answered. My knees were getting weak as I recalled the pain when Sam tested it on my forearm and I began to sob.

Kristel delivered hard, rapid downward blows to my butt cheeks, "OWWWWWWWW...PLEEZZZ..." I collapsed to the ground on the fourth strike and she immediately started to count. I was blubbering like a baby as I forced myself back up and into position. Wasting no time she delivered the remaining six lashes, all to my ass. I managed to stay on my feet but I had never felt such pain. My bum hurt so, so much and I was light headed from my own wailing.

The two of them alternated their way down the line leaving a sea of blubbering in their wake but when they got to Kendall Sam did not whip her. He stood her up and, despite her protest, led her to the large tent. As she passed we could see two bleeding stripes running the length of her bum.

The rest of us were told to stand up and move to a large picnic bench. We were then ordered to stand with our backs to the benches but not sit so we just stood there and winced as our stinging bums throbbed in the cool evening air.

The large tent was set up for people who "Philadelphia-ed" out. It was equipped with four top quality air beds and a day shower, as well as bathrobes, lotions, towels, and other luxury items. Sam had obviously taken her there to minister to her cuts and, although she hadn't "Philadelphia-ed," I wondered if she would return.

Sam returned in a few minutes, without Kendall, and told the "guards" to cut off our plastic cuffs then he said, "In a moment, once the benches are prepared, you will place your hands behind your heads then sit. Once seated you will securely attach wrist and ankle cuffs, in preparation for tonight's accommodation...Guards, please prepare the benches."

Jariyah and Kristel took two large bottles of white vinegar, popped the tops, and drenched the benches with the contents. I knew many of the things that were going to be done to us but I didn't remember this and I hoped that it was a trick; that the bottles were actually full of water however; the distinct, acidic odour killed that notion.

The "guards" handed us each a set of wrist and ankle cuffs and a couple of the girls began to sob in anticipation of what was to come...then Sam simply said, "Sit."

Hesitantly, we all lowered our rears onto the soaked benches and, "OHHHHHH...GAWWWWD" It was as though I had sat on a mound of red hot fire ants, all of whom immediately burrowed into my cheeks and were eating their way out. All of us were wiggling our bums on the bench and moaning and crying. Then, from behind me..."I'M SORRY...I'M SORRY...I'M SORRY SAM...PHILADELPHIA!"

Hope immediately stood up and, as Sam started to take her to the tent, he said, "The quicker you get the cuffs on...you can stand once they are on."

The rest of us tried to ignore our searing, agonized asses and get those freaking cuffs on but, the pain was causing us to shake, making it very difficult. After a minute or so..."Unnnnnnnnnnn...PHILADELPHIA!" and Colleen stood up.

Sam came out quickly and as he led her to the tent, Colleen kept apologizing, saying, "I'm so sorry, Sam...I'm so sorry."

Alyssa got her cuffs installed first and stood up, emitting a huge sigh of relief. Isabella was next, then Teri, then me, and finally, Malsa. Our asses were still on fire but it was bliss compared to sitting in the vinegar and we all giggled a little at each others discomfort.

When Sam came back out he told our "guards" to take the remaining girls, except me, to the post area. He then clipped my wrist cuffs behind my back and ordered me to go to his tent and kneel in the corner until further notice.

As I knelt and stared at the featureless canvas tent wall I pondered the day's events. How I had changed from captor to captive...eagerly. The manure; the humiliating toilet experience; the vinegar...all of it. Why was I doing this? Why had I been in a constant state of arousal since I got naked? Why did I understand the reason that the two girls apologized to Sam for opting out? We all had this inexplicable need to take us much as we could; to endure as much pain as possible...to please him! The absurdity was that he was not about that at all, and we all knew it.

After about fifteen minutes Jariyah came in and sat on the cot. She ordered me to turn and face her but to remain on my knees and look at the floor. She remained silent until Sam arrived, sat beside her and said, "I need to talk to y..."

Jariyah immediately started to weep and said, "I'm sorry, Sam...I thought I could do this...I thought this scenario would be the opportunity..."

Sam said, "Jariyah, you never have to prove anything to me or anybody else. This is not a test of endurance or anything like that. It is something that some, not all, of the girls wanted to try. You saw yourself, two other girls pulled out same as you."

She answered, "It's not that Sam...I...I see how nice it is when the other girls let you touch them and...do things to them. I know how nice it is when the girls get touched be other girls...I've always wanted to experience...to be that free..."

Sam interrupted, "And you thought this scenario would force you to let them touch you?"

Still sobbing, she replied, "Yes! But I just couldn't...what Isabella was doing felt really nice but...And I was mad at myself...and I hit Kendall...I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to..."

Sam said, "You're apologizing to the wrong person...but I'm going to ask you to trust me..."

"I do trust you Sam..."

He continued, "No...I mean really trust me. I need you to trust me more that you ever have, for just a little while...Will you do that for me?"

She stopped her crying and said, "Yes, I will."

He continued, "Good. I'm going out for a couple of minutes and in the meantime I would like you to disrobe and sit on the cot 'til I get back. Will you do that?"

Hesitantly she said, "Okkkkay..."

He turned to me and said, "You no longer need to look at the floor."

I said, "Thankyou, General."

Sam smiled at me then went out and Jariyah stood, looked at me for a moment, then turned and began to remove her clothes. Once naked she sat silently on the cot, her naturally bronze skin glistening in the lantern light.

Sam returned carrying a few six foot lengths of hemp rope and, without saying a word; he secured an end of a rope to each of her ankles and wrists. He made loops in the ankle ropes then had her lie back in the cot and placed a rolled up sleeping bag under the small of her back. Lastly he took the ropes from her wrists, under the cot, and threaded them through the loops in the opposite ankle ropes. He pulled them tighter and tighter until Jariyah moaned then he tied them off. She was now securely bound, with her back arched over the sleeping bag and her legs spread wide by the cot. Her feet and hands had disappeared under the bed.




The Armoire Ch. 06



Ch. 06 Stepping Off The Edge

- Sam Darquesied 
- Painstakingly edited by FQKF

"Hi ya, Ally...Happy Birthday," I said as she sashayed in the front door.

"Thanks, Sylvia. Oh, I forgot to mention, I got your card on Friday. It was very thoughtful!" she answered.

She was wearing thin-strapped sandals, snug, white slacks, and a short, white Tee shirt, showing off her slim waist and ...she was beaming...radiant really, even more than normal. Her birthday was two days ago, on Saturday, and I had seen her and Sam briefly, on Friday evening but not since then so I asked, "Did you have a nice one?"

"Oh, Sylvia," she said so softly, "it was...wonderful! The things he did to me..."

I had come on Friday night to spend the weekend with Kendall and thought we might see more of Alyssa on her birthday but Kendall had said we should leave them be. I had at least hoped to see her today because she had promised me the story of Kendall's first adventure with the whip.

"Where's Kenny?" she asked.

"She said she had to go and get a new load of feed for the horses. Apparently they sent the wrong stuff last week. She'll be a couple of hours."

Alyssa said, "Oh yeah...she complained about that the other day. So, did you want to hear her story?"

I did, of course, but, as I poured us both a coffee, I said, "I would but...oh, I'm probably prying too much. But, you know on Christmas...the thing with Kristel?"

"What about it?" she asked.

I continued, "Well, Sam mentioned after that he had tried the bullwhip out on you and, well, with all the stuff that happened to you before you met him...I wonder how you got past that..."

Alyssa interrupted, "I think you're really wondering just how much I trust him; what I would be willing to do for him."

"Not so much that." I said, "I think it's pretty obvious that you would do anything he asked, and it wouldn't even occur to you to question it. I just wonder how you got to that stage."

"Oh, that took a few months," she said, "but the turning point actually happened on my first birthday with Sammy (Tommy)...He always knew that I wanted to belong to him--really belong to him. He also knew I had trust issues because of those two assholes who beat me up but, he kept his promise and went slow and waited 'til I was ready."

I asked, "And you were ready on that first birthday with him?"

She laughed and said, "Well, do you remember that story he wrote...'Belle and Troop A?'"

I answered, "Oh yeah, I read it at Christmas. He really should post it to that website."

She said, "He has now, and a few others too. But, he actually wrote them even before we met so I got to read them way back then and that one was my favourite. Anyway..."

* * *

About two weeks before my first birthday with him Tommy got an in-ground pool installed and I thought it was my birthday present, since I had told him I'd like one. I asked him if it was but he said no, it was a present, but not a birthday present. The entire week before my birthday he had been working secretly on something and the suspense was killing me! I pumped Kendall constantly for information but she wouldn't say anything so, when I got up on the morning of my birthday, I was really anxious to see what he had done.

He was busy at the stove when I entered the kitchen and I said, "G'morning."

"Oh, hey! Good morning, birthday girl...sit, sit...breakfast is almost ready," he said as he gave me a kiss.

In the middle of the table was a crystal vase with two dozen gorgeous, red, long-stemmed roses. Tommy stopped me as I reached for the card and asked that I read it after breakfast so, reluctantly; I just gave him a hug and sat down. I wolfed down the eggs and toast before he had a chance to even start his and he laughed and said, "Oh, fine! Read the stupid card!"

I ripped it out of the envelope and read it out loud, "Happy Birthday, Alyssa. You are the very air that I breathe, Tommy. PS Go look out front."

I jumped up and ran to the front door and there, in the very spot where the Yukon was at Christmas, stood a fire engine red MX-5 roadster convertible. It was beautiful and I hugged him and kissed him and thanked him but...I was expecting...something different. I tried to look and sound as excited as I could when we went for a little ride but I couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment. When we got back I told him that I had to go to the washroom then I ran upstairs and glared at the image in the mirror.

"Well...you are one selfish little bitch, aren't you? He makes breakfast; gives you beautiful roses; gives you your dream car...and you aren't satisfied???" I said, then I pointed an admonishing finger at the glass, "You had better get it together, girl! DO NOT hurt my man's feelings!"

I composed myself and went back downstairs. We sat and had coffee and I told him how I loved the car, still forcing myself to be enthusiastic. Tommy said he would like to take me to town later for an early "birthday" dinner and I said that would be really nice. Just then there was a loud clunking noise from the basement and Tommy, cursing at the furnace, excused himself and went to investigate. We didn't use the basement much. It was essentially a large, empty recreation room and a utility room. It was near the end of June so I didn't really see why he'd worry about the furnace. I guessed it was a guy thing.

Tommy spent the rest of the day cleaning up in the studio and I just lazed around until about four o'clock, when we got dressed and went to town for dinner. It was a very nice meal at Isadora's Garden and they even brought out a little cake but, again I was forcing myself to appear exuberant. Tommy did notice that I was quiet on the ride back but, when he asked, I just said I was really tired. When we got home we went to the kitchen and Tommy said he had a few more "birthday" things for me which did cheer me up a bit but then, again, we heard a clunk in the basement. Exasperated, Tommy excused himself and went downstairs then, a few minutes later, he yelled for me to come and give him a hand. As I arose it occurred to me that he had not actually wished me happy birthday.

I went down the stairs and it was pitch dark at the far end of the room, "Where are you, Tommy?"

"I'm here," he said, "by the furnace room. There's a leak and I'm holding it closed but I can't reach the light switch. Can you come over and turn it on?"

"I can't see anything," I said.

He answered, "I know. Just walk straight ahead...carefully...and feel for the wall. Keep your hands out in front so you don't bang your face."

Cautiously, I inched forward, feeling for the wall and Tommy said, "How are you doing?"

The sound of his voice told me I was close so I answered, "Almost there, I think."

I slowed a bit thinking I was just a couple of feet away. I had my hands straight out to avoid walking into the wall....

Suddenly, I felt two ropes loop around my wrists! There was a bright flash in my eyes and the ropes jerked forward, pulling me and forcing me to kneel lest I fall on my face. I heard Tommy say, "Get the gag on her quickly!"

Another voice answered, "Okay Mr. D."

I knew instantly, as I opened my mouth to accept the ball gag, that this was one of Tommy's scenarios and it seemed like it was the "Troop A" thing but...was there actually another person there?

I felt two more ropes loop around my ankles and immediately they were jerked back, stretching me out flat on my tummy. Again I heard Tommy, "Hold her legs...hold her legs!"

I felt a second pair of hands press down on my legs and...I could hear several voices in the room. They sounded like teenagers and...they sounded very real! Tommy knew I fantasized about this story but would he actually get teenage boys involved just to make it more real for me?

He wrapped a tight, black blindfold over my eyes and then stood up and switched on the light. Immediately the "boys" began to get loud and voice their approval, saying things like "Oh wow!" or "This is going to be fun!" I could still feel the second set of hands pressing hard on my legs. There had to be at least two people there! I was tempted to yell "Philadelphia" but...he had gone to all this trouble. He must think I really want to have strange teenage boys do things to me and if I stopped now it would truly make him bad...that he had done something I didn't like.

Tommy said, "Okay...let's get her clothes off, guys!"

There was a jumble of sounds; footsteps moving around me and boys voicing their eagerness to strip me. The one holding my legs let go and my skirt was unzipped and pulled over my bare feet and off. To more sounds of sniggering teenagers, my knit sweater was pulled up and over my wrist ropes, quickly followed by my bra.

Tommy then said, "Okay boys...are we ready for the panties?"

The boys eagerly shouted, "Oh yeah...pull 'em off! Pull 'em off!" Tommy slowly pulled my panties down to the sounds of applause and whistling. I was almost in a panic, amazed that he would have strangers see me naked like that! I was getting terribly aroused but it was unwanted...like my body was not on my side.

I always told Tommy that he could do anything to me that he wanted so I resigned myself to not stopping this, even though it was terribly disappointing that he had so badly misread my desires.

Then Tommy said, "Okay...you...what's your name?"

A boy's voice answered, "Josh."

Tommy continued, "Okay, Josh, hold her down while I get her legs bound."

I felt two sweaty hands press on my lower back then Tommy undid one of my ankles and bent my leg until me heel was against my butt. He used a bondage strap, wrapped around my ankle and thigh, to secure it then did the same to my other leg. The boys were just murmuring and breathing hard now.

I wasn't fighting but I was crying a little; at my humiliation...and that Tommy would do that to me. He could have done this by himself! Why didn't he know that I would never need, or want, those strangers?

Tommy undid my wrist ropes and used more straps, one above my elbows and one at my wrists, to bind my arms tight behind my back. Then he said, "Okay, let's get her up."

I felt someone grab me under my armpits and lift me up then, with a heave, he lifted me off the floor and over a T bar. My arms were behind the crossbar and there was something under me, supporting my weight. He went behind, attached a rope or something to my wrist strap, pulled down hard, and secured it. My back was arched quire a bit by the bind and, of course, my boobs were sticking out like a vintage Buick bumper.

He attached ropes to the straps around my thighs, pulled them back and up a bit, and secured them. After an additional bondage strap was secured around my waist and the upright, whatever was under me was removed. I was now hanging, naked and spread, in a similar fashion to the girl in the story. I was familiar with the T bar, having been arched over it several times, but never hung on it this. I wished I wasn't so aroused...maybe if he felt me and I was dry...maybe that would have told Tommy that I didn't like those boys being there.

Tommy said, "Well boys, what do you think?"

The subsequent applause and whistles made me weep in humiliation and I knew it was only going to get worse. Dammit Tommy!

"Well, well! What do we have here," he said, as he dragged his fingers across my pussy.

One of the boys said, "Wow! It's really wet!"

"That's right, Mikey, and I think she should be punished for it, don't you?" said Tommy.

Again, more applause and cheers, and I had to fight the urge to use the out word...was there no limit to how much degradation Tommy was going to inflict on me? I started to sob as I felt the pony's tail begin to lick at my thigh.

In spite of my shame, my body responded to his mastery with the whip as it always did. It was like he knew my every nerve ending by name and they would stand, tails wagging, eagerly awaiting his touch. He walked the lash along my thigh, over my tummy, down and up the other thigh. I couldn't help but respond, "Ohhhhhhh...."

There were "OOOs" and "Ahhhs" emanating from the teenagers as he moved the flogger to my jutting breasts. Light, downward strokes, working from my chest and slowly pulling back until the whip just grazed my areola and nipple. He switched to upward strokes and again, painted my boobs from base to nipples. I couldn't fight it; when he touched me with his whips or his hands, he owned my body, and it responded to him with an involuntary "Mmmmmmmm...." which, of course, drew more applause.

He sped up the flogger and covered every inch of me with soft, tingly lashes...except between my legs. The whip was drawing forth a colossal orgasm, as Tommy knew it would, but he just wouldn't give me the money shot! I begged him through the gag, "OHHHHH...TOMMY...PLEASE TOMMY...PLEASE," but then he stopped.

The boys complained, "Awww...come on...give her more..." but Tommy said, "No, sorry guys, that's enough for now...I have to go and get some stuff and I'll be back in ten or fifteen minutes. You guys can look all you want but no touching. Understand?"

The boys reluctantly agreed but, as I heard Tommy go up the stairs, one of them said, "Do it Josh, squeeze it...he won't know..."

I felt his fingers grab and twist my nipples. These were NOT Tommy's fingers! These were dirty, rough, sweaty, and clumsy and he pulled at my nipples like he was trying to scrape off the coating on a scratch-and-win ticket. How could Tommy be so stupid; thinking these boys wouldn't touch me when he was out of sight! I made no sound but I was getting so angry at these little peckerheads...and Tommy!

I heard one of them say, "Mikey...stick your finger in...go on...she'll like it!"

Immediately, I felt his sweaty little finger jab into my vagina. He awkwardly wiggled and poked inside me like he was searching for loose change. This was ridiculous! Why was I letting this happen? I promised Tommy that HE could do anything to me...not these little shits! Then I heard Tommy yell, "Hey! Knock it off!"

The boys muttered that they were sorry as I started to cry again and screamed into the gag, "STOP THIS TOMMY...PLEASE!"

I wanted him to know that I wasn't into it but I didn't say "Philadelphia" for two reasons; I had vowed to myself that I would ALWAYS let Tommy do whatever he wanted to me and...there was a faint possibility that he was somehow faking all of it!

It was academic because he simply ignored my plea and my sobbing grew as he said, "Now boys, I have some interesting equipment here that I think you will enjoy. So, let's not waste any time..."

As the metal clip bit down on my nipple I shouted, "OWWWWwwwww," much to the delight of the teenagers and, again they began to applaud.

The clapping increased as the second clip was applied, "OWWWWWwwwww...TOMMY...PLEASE!"

Then he said, "Now this...goes in here..."

I felt the plastic dildo slide into my vagina and I began to panic a bit...I knew that it was the clear, ceramic dildo...the one hooked up to the electric shock box! He bought the device a couple of months before but I'd never had the nerve to try it.

"PLEASE TOMMY...NO," but he just continued, "...and this one goes in here..."

He carefully slid the smaller, anal dildo into my rectum. He had lubricated it generously so it went in easily and I couldn't suppress a moan, "Ohhhhhhh...." Naturally, this invoked more applause.

Tommy used Velcro straps to keep the dildos in place then I gasped a bit as I felt a metal clip grip my clitoris. It was attached fairly loose so he taped it to my tummy to keep it from dislodging and then he said, "Now watch her guys, as I turn up the dial..."

"HUUUUU...unnnnnnnn....." I gasped softly as the low current caused my muscles to tighten and my body to involuntarily arch against my restraints. The electricity flowed from my vagina and mixed with the voltage from the rectal dildo. Together they blended with the energy from the nipple clips and triggered an arousal buzz like I had never felt before. It seemed to ripple out from the vaginal dildo and spiral through my abdomen. Then he dialed it back down.

I panted hard as the electricity ebbed, realizing that I had held my breath while he had it dialed in. He did this three or four times; each time he dialed it up a little higher and each time I gasped and arched and pulled on the restraints. My abdomen was literally on fire as my arousal was so close to the edge but always held back by the relentless current. It was like a force field was allowing every sensation...except an orgasm.

Suddenly, little static sparks attacked my clitoris, the kind you get when you walk across a carpet. My abdomen immediately convulsed in a mammoth eruption, then Tommy dialed the juice on the other devices back up, even higher than before. The current seemed to surround the orgasm and force it to linger, "OHHHHHHHHHGAWDGAWDGAWD...HUUUUUUUU...GEEEEEEEZ..."

Tommy let up a bit allowing me to gasp in a bit of air. The convulsions in my belly were still going strong and the sparks on my clit were unrelenting. He dialed it up yet again and my body pulled horribly on the restraints, "AHHHHHHHHGUH...NNNNNNNNOOOOOO..."


He dialed it down a little as my orgasm began to ebb but then he changed it to a low, pulsing current and I began to jerk spasmodically as my sensitive vulva received shock after shock. I was shaking my head violently and pleading, "OHHHHHGAWD...PLEASE STOP...PLEASE...PLEASE...STOP..."

Mercifully he stopped the current and killed the clitoral sparker. There was a pause then he whispered to me to take a breath and slowly let it out as he detached the nipple and clitoris clips. I winced as the blood rushing back in caused severe pins and needles to those sensitive buds. Tommy then slowly and carefully removed the dildos and I couldn't help but emit a long sigh, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Tommy then said, "Okay guys...the show's over...time to leave."

Mixed with muttering and complaining I heard a jumble of footsteps go up the stairs. There was some chatter for a minute or two then I could hear them leave and the door close behind them. Then...silence.

I was hanging there alone and contemplating the afternoon's events. I had taken all this for Tommy but he had terribly misread my desire for this fantasy. I would have loved for him to do it by himself, as best he could. I knew it wouldn't have been like the actual story but that would have been fine. I was surprised that he even considered that I'd want others to participate. I couldn't tell him, of course. This obviously took a considerable effort so I would just have to make him think that I really appreciated it.

It seemed like a half hour or so before I heard Tommy come back downstairs. Again there was silence for a moment then I felt his hands begin to caress my shoulders. He moved his hands over my chest, down my sides, and back over my breasts, lingering and stroking and gently squeezing. His touch has always been exquisite and that evening was no exception. That was the Tommy I knew and loved and my skin seemed to melt under his fingers as he feathered them over my thighs, around and over my labia and clit, then back up to my eager nipples.

Little tears of joy oozed from my eyes as he slowly slid himself into me. It was definitely him; I'd know that penis anywhere! It was like a key that fit me perfectly and, as he began to gently grind his groin into mine, my pussy happily orgasmed, embracing his manhood in my welcoming juices. I felt his fluid seep into me and, at the same time, he undid the Velcro, removed the gag and said, "Happy birthday, my sweet, sweet angel..." Then he pressed his lips to mine in the most passionate and loving kiss I had ever received.

I started sobbing...I was such an IDIOT! Tommy was my protector; my shield, he would never...Damn, damn, DAMN! What the hell was wrong with me? I trusted him with my life but I had let that faith waver. He hadn't let me down...I had let him down.




The Armoire Ch. 07



Ch. 07 - Last Master Standing

Expertly edited by FQKF.

*

"Happy, belated birthday Ally," yelled Kendal as Alyssa approached. She and Tommy had finished unloading the horse feed from the pickup truck and were just closing up the barn.

A little nervously Alyssa said, "Thanks Kenny...uh...Tommy, can we go for a walk to the meadow? There's something I'd like to talk about."

"Sure," he said, "just give me a minute to clean up and get a drink. You want anything?"

Alyssa answered, "How about you get cleaned up and I'll get the drinks. Do you want a drink-drink or a pop?"

"That depends on what you want to talk about," said Tommy, with a sarcastic grin.

Grinning back she said, "I'll get you a drink-drink...I'll meet you in the back."

He chuckled and went to get cleaned up while a concerned Kendall asked, "Is everything okay, Ally?"

"Oh yeah," she replied, "It's just an idea I had but I've got to tell him first."

With that Alyssa said goodbye to Kendall and went in the house to make Tommy's rye and ginger and get him a cigar, then went out the back and waited. The woods were just off the back yard and Tommy had carved a winding path through the trees which ended in a lovely little clearing. If they walked quietly they could often sneak up on grazing deer and, occasionally, wild turkeys.

When Tommy came out Alyssa handed him his drink then lit the cigar. As always, she took a long drag, kissed him, and transferred the smoke from her mouth to his. As they entered the woods, Tommy asked, "So, what is it? Nothing too bad I hope."

"No, no," she said, as they continued down the meandering path, "it's something I did...I should have asked you first...I didn't really think anything would come of it."

They came to the meadow and, as they sat on a small, cedar bench that Tommy had made, he turned to her and said, "Spit it out, Babe. Whatever it is, we can fix it."

"It's nothing like that, Tommy...okay, have you ever seen the website called 'slaves-r-sluts.net'?"

"You're kidding," he said, "There's actually a website called 'slaves are sluts'?"

Alyssa continued, "Yes. It's pretty extreme; catering to masters who are particularly harsh on their respective slaves...Anyway, they, and a few other extreme BD sites, sponsor this kind of 'Survivor' type game called 'Last Master Standing'. It's the same idea, you know, being in the wild and all that but, with a BDSM twist. And...I signed us up."

An incredulous Tommy said, "What!? You signed us up for...what exactly?"

"You said once, that you were thought it would be 'cool' to be on the TV show and live in the wild of some exotic country. You thought if we practiced a bit we'd do okay."

Still in a state of disbelief, he said, "Yeah, but that was just...this is weird! What kind of game are you talking about?"

"It's something like the TV show," she said, "except it's couples against couples; masters and slaves. They have to fend for themselves in some tropical locale and there are 'tournaments' that involve some sort of BDSM."

Alyssa could see that Tommy was still pretty shaken but he wasn't getting angry. He was however; still very skeptical as he said, "'Some sort of BDSM', eh? It sounds like it might be stuff like we see on some of those extreme sites—stuff you know I would never do."

She replied, "According to the entry form, the tournament stuff is relatively tame in order to comply with European rules for commercial broadcasting on the Internet. Apparently, thousands of couples apply. I was real careful, Tommy. I used my fake e-mail address and the DVD didn't show our faces."

"WHAT!? You sent a DVD...of us?" he protested.

Tommy was really beginning to get upset so Alyssa moved closer and took his hand, "Please don't be angry, Tommy. I was very careful. The DVD was an old one...the one when Wendy came and you flogged me over the big sawhorse. You were wearing the hood and you can't see my face at all. I just sent that part, none of the rest."

Forcing himself to calm down a bit, he said, "Well, I guess there's no real harm done...I mean the chances of us getting selec--"

Alyssa interrupted, "We made the final twenty four...We're scheduled for an interview in three weeks."

His face went ashen, as he muttered, "Jesus!" then he looked away.

Tommy didn't let go of her hand but she was sure he was struggling not to turn and give her hell. She felt that she had really ticked him off and wished that she hadn't been so stupid. Alyssa thought she should have just torn up the invitation for the interview and never said a word. All she could do was say, "Tommy, I'm so sorry. We don't have to go. I shouldn't have done it without asking you first. Please, Tommy, I'm really sorry."

After an awfully long period of silence, he turned back to her and asked, "Is this the first one they've done?"

"No," she answered, "There have been two others...The last one was in Borneo."

Much calmer now, Tommy said, "Borneo, really? Do you know where this one's going to be?"

"No, sorry, I have no idea," Alyssa replied, a bit puzzled that he was asking.

A few more silent moments passed then he said, "Okay, I tell you what...we'll go to the interview and we'll decide then, okay?"

Alyssa was stunned that he suddenly agreed and said, "Uh...are you sure, Tommy?"

"Yeah," he said, "You must be eager to try this and it would be interesting to go to some tropical country but, here's the deal; if I don't like it and say no then that's it; no arguments."

"Oh yes, Tommy, absolutely. Whatever you decide...Tommy...? I'm really sorry that I upset you."

"You are, are you?" he said, looking her straight in the eye, "And what should we do about that?"

Was he hinting that he was going to punish her for a transgression? Maybe it was just an excuse for something that he had already set up. Either way, it was okay with her, so she went into slave mode, looked down at her lap and said, "I should be punished for misbehaving, Tommy...severely punished."

"I agree," he said abruptly, "so...here's how it's going to be. We'll go back to the house and I want you to get on your laptop and look up the word 'bastinado.' I want you to really research it so you know exactly what it means then come to the studio and let me know if you're okay with it and we'll go from there."

"Yes, Tommy," she said, desperately trying to hide her excitement.

They returned along the path in silence and Tommy went to the studio as Alyssa went to the house to do what he had told her. She Googled "bastinado" and her excitement changed to a cold chill as she read the first description she ran across: 

"bas•ti•na.do [bas-tuh-nah-doh]

A mode of punishment consisting of blows with a stick or cudgel on the soles of the feet."

The reference went on to say that "the suffering was not in the pain of each blow, not too severe, but in the mounting pain and anguish caused by the duration of the punishment...A person could die or go crazy under such a torture."

She began to cry a little realizing that, for the first time ever, Tommy may be really mad at her and was going to punish her for real. He knew she'd say that she was "okay" with it. She had no choice...she was, and always will be, his and he could do whatever he wanted with her. He also knew that she had very sensitive feet; several times, over the past years, he had brought her to orgasm by simply (and wonderfully) rubbing them...twice, without any direct clit stimulation!

As Alyssa walked toward the studio she thought that, if her impulsiveness had caused him such distress, then she wanted him to chastise her as he saw fit, but...her feet! She started to cry again, imagining how painful it was going to be and how she would be reminded of her insubordination for the next couple of days when she tried to walk. She paused at the door to compose herself and wipe her tears away then she entered the studio.

Tommy was near the back by the "E" frame...the one that resembled a capital E pushed over on its right side. Alyssa stopped in front of him, kicked off her sandals, put her hands behind her back, spread her feet, and looked at the floor.

"Any problems?" he asked flatly.

Meekly, she answered, "No, Tommy."

"Then remove your clothes please, and stand against the half post."

Unceremoniously, Alyssa stripped off her Tee shirt, shorts, and panties, and then she stood with her back against the short post extending down from the crossmember. Tommy moved in and fastened heavy leather wrist cuffs, lifted her arms straight up over her head until she was on tiptoe, and secured the cuffs in the metal ring at the top. He then wound several loops of rope around her waist and the post, cinching it up very tightly. There was a ledge on the back of the post that caught the rope so it could support some of her weight when her legs were lifted.

Tommy then had Alyssa ease herself into the waist rope, lift her feet, and spread her legs. She hung there, struggling to keep her legs apart as he did a Sakuranbo crotch tie with two ropes crisscrossing, relatively loose, over her pussy. Tommy then told her to bring her legs back together which tightened the crotch tie considerably and moved the crisscross up, just touching her clit. It immediately made her moist between the legs.

In an effort to force thoughts of what was to come, out of her head, she had been concentrating on Tommy's work at binding her which was always very arousing but, as he positioned the T bar in front of her, she was reminded of the imminent torture and, again, began to cry.

Tommy, seemingly oblivious to her weeping, adjusted the bar to about three feet high then bent down, grabbed her feet and lifted her legs straight out, resting her ankles on the top of the 'T'. Then he used rope to bind her feet to the crosspiece, wrapping the remainder around her insteps. Two bondage straps were tightly applied to her legs; one above the knees; and one below. He then took some twine, wrapped it around her big toes, and affixed the other end to the strap at her knees. Lastly, he moved the T bar back until her legs were extended perfectly straight.

She was stretched into the shape of an L, unable to move anything but her head. Alyssa's feet were completely immobilized and bent back like they were begging for the forthcoming agony. Other than telling her to spread her legs, Tommy hadn't said a word the entire time. To Alyssa, it felt like...he must be terribly angry with her!

Once more, she wept, as Tommy held the ball gag in front of her and said, "Do you want to say anything before we start?"

With tears streaming down her face, Alyssa said, "I love you Tommy, and I am so sorry," then she opened her mouth wide to accept the ball.

He put the gag in place, kissed her on the forehead, and moved away. The kiss reassured Alyssa a little...maybe he didn't despise her. She stopped crying but, when he moved to the T bar, holding the rattan cane, her eyes welled up again. Then he said, "I want you to close your eyes now and keep them closed 'til we're done."

She did as he said, then began blubbering like baby when he said, "Okay...brace yourself!"

Alyssa screamed like a banshee at the first touch then; "OHGAWDNO...PLEASE...STOP...STOP...STOP!"

She gasped hard as Tommy rotated the metal pinwheel lightly around the soles of her feet! It was the worst kind of tickling torment and she couldn't move her feet away from it even a little bit! He rolled the pinwheel down to her heels then back up and over the balls of her feet, then under her toes. Alyssa was caught so off guard by this that she was still crying but also convulsing in blood-vessel-bursting laughter. The rolling ceased for a moment and, as she gasped in some air, she wondered if this was just a warm up for the cane.

"AAAHAHAHAHAHA..." He began rolling the wheel under her legs, up and down her calves, then under her upper legs to her bum. She was pulling hard at her restraints with little result but it was causing the Sakuranbo to roughly rub her clit and, just as Tommy stopped the pinwheel again...she orgasmed into those crisscrossed ropes.

Alyssa began to open her eyes, thinking it might be over, but snapped them closed again when she felt the tip of the feather touch underneath her. He was twirling the end just at the top of her tightly closed legs and she couldn't help but jerk against the ropes, causing the Sakuranbo to chafe against her sensitive clitoris, which made her convulse even more. Tommy kept it up for a minute or so until... she climaxed again! "Those freaking crotch ropes are going to be the end of me!" she thought.

Even with her eyes closed the room was spinning. Alyssa was so light headed that she was afraid she would get sick but Tommy stopped and she was able to hoarsely gasp in a couple of lung fulls before he began anew. He now swirled the feather tip on her thighs, up from her knees to her crotch then over her pubes and tummy. Again Tommy gave Alyssa a moment to catch her breath then glided the feather up to her breasts, lightly flicking the tips on her nipples. That always drove Alyssa nuts and her laughing became a high pitched, "HEEHEEHEEHEEEEEE..." while she violently wrenched against the ropes. Tommy kept up the nipple tickling as she came for a third time but, as Alyssa felt her abdomen convulse like it was going to rupture...she passed out.

It was a minute or so before she awoke to Tommy, gently daubing her face with a cool, wet cloth. The gag was already gone and her breathing was much better. Then Tommy said, "Are you okay, Babe?"

"Yeah," she said, "but, geez Tommy...three times!"

"Well! Let that be a lesson to you, young lady!" he said, in mock sternness, and they both started to laugh.

"The little devil trickster had been at it again!" thought Alyssa, and she shook her head wondering when she was going to wise up to these things. Obviously he hadn't been particularly angry; probably just concerned that she might have given out too much information. He just used it as an excuse to set Alyssa up and play with her and her "punishment" was three ripper orgasms.

While Tommy undid her bindings Alyssa said, "I should have talked to you about it first, Tommy. It was just a lark. I honestly didn't think that anything would come of it."

When Alyssa's legs were free he put his arm around her and lifted to unhook her wrists from the frame and said, "Don't worry about it. At first I was worried that they might find out who we are but I'm sure you were careful. And, Alyssa Eaglefeather, you should know by now that it would take a lot more than that to make me angry with you."

As they walked towards the shower room Alyssa asked, "Just what would it take?"

Tommy adjusted the taps until the temperature was just right and, as they stepped into the soft, warm water, he said, "Well...are you a serial killer or child molester?"

They began to lather each other up and Alyssa answered, "No!"

"Okay, how about a nun. Are you a nun?" said Tommy as he ran his soapy hands all over her.

He turned and she was rubbing lather over his back and bum when she giggled and said, "No, no!"

Tommy turned back, wrapped his arms around Alyssa and, just before he kissed her, he said, "Then I think you're okay."

* * *

Sylvia phoned from Kendall's just as they walked in the front door. She invited them over there for supper, which was just as well since Alyssa was exhausted from her adventure with the pinwheel. They walked over and enjoyed a nice, simple meatloaf dinner after which, all of them retired to Kendall's porch with after dinner drinks. After some idle banter, including some talk of "Last Master Standing," Tommy said, "I guess we'd better start practicing soon. I will not go to that game unless I know how to make fire!"

"I have a suggestion," said Alyssa, "We could go and visit my folks."

Tommy looked at her for a moment then said, "It's not a bad idea Al, except that I don't think Gun would give me the time of day."

Alyssa's parents lived on an Ojibwe community in British Columbia and she visited them often. Tommy had accompanied her a few times over the years but he could never get comfortable with her father. His name, in English writing, was Maengun but everybody called him Gun for short. The way of the Anishinaabe people is not judgmental but Alyssa had never been able to convince Tommy that her folks actually did respect him. The fact that he made her happy was good enough for them. Alyssa was never sure whether Tommy was intimidated by the name "Gun" or the fact that her father's name translates to "wolf."

"That's not true Tommy," she protested, "Ni Osseiman...my father...would be happy to help you if you asked him."

"Well, maybe under some circumstances," he said, "but how am I going to ask him to help me learn stuff for a bondage and discipline game?"

Alyssa answered, "It's probably better if I call them."

"Yeah, probably," he said, "but I still don't see how you're going to...oh wait...Oh! Please don't tell me that they know about what we do!"

"Uh...does anybody need another drink?" she replied.

* * *

During the flight to BC Alyssa explained to Tommy, for the umpteenth time, that she was very close to her parents and that she told "Ni Mama" everything...everything! In turn, her mother told her father everything. They had a simple philosophy, as far as Alyssa was concerned; if it makes her happy, then it's good. Of course, Tommy simply thinks that Maengun sees him as the man who routinely ties his daughter up and whips her.

As Tommy turned the rental car onto the reserve road Alyssa, once again, tried to reassure him, "Don't worry, Tommy. They do like you and my dad has already said he'd be happy to help you. Just...be straight with him, even if he asks about the bondage stuff...okay?"

"Yeah, okay," he answered, "We're going to have a fair bit of time together so I guess it's going to come up, but I would be just as happy if he just chose to ignore it."

Tommy sighed in exasperation as Alyssa said, "Well...good luck with that."

There were about twenty people milling around the house as they pulled up. Maengun was a chief so it wasn't uncommon to have a few people at his house at any given time but twenty or so usually meant something was going on.

Tommy said, "Wow! Are they all here for you?"

"I doubt it," answered Alyssa, "I hope nothing is wrong."

Alyssa's mother, Mino, came happily running over and greeted her with a tight, warm hug, "Boozhoo Nooni! We have such good news! Jamie is expecting!"

Maengun walked up to Tommy and said, "Boozhoo...welcome, Bashanzhe. You are looking well."

Cringing a bit at the greeting, Tommy replied, "Thanks Gun. It's good to see you."

After greeting several other people, Tommy and Alyssa talked with Jamie and her husband. Jamie Gwayakwaa was Alyssa's friend since childhood and she and her husband Curtis had been trying to have a child for years so the mood was jubilant throughout the entire community.

Tommy offered his congratulations and Jamie said, "Thanks, Bashanzhe. It's been a long time coming!"

Again Tommy flinched at the name as Curtis joked, "Yeah! It was hard work but it had to be done!"

Everyone chuckled and continued to greet and welcome. The atmosphere was happy and light and an impromptu party was beginning to take shape as more people drifted over, bearing food, drink, tables, and chairs. Everyone greeting Tommy called him Bashanzhe or just Bash, both of which made Tommy squirm.

About two years before, Mino, short for Minogimiwan, and Maengun honoured Tommy by having a shaman give him an Ojibwe name. It was a great honour, especially for an outsider, but the medicine man, who had never met Tommy, gave him the name "Bashanzhe`igewin Inini" which loosely translated means "whipping man" or "man of the whip." No one has ever questioned the name but it made Tommy very self conscious.




The Armoire Ch. 07



Aside from the name, and Maengun's perpetual stone face, Tommy actually liked coming to the community. He had always been fascinated by native culture and the Anishinaabe were the most unassuming and friendly people he had ever met.

Alyssa and Jamie spent most of the evening with a few other women, yakking like a bunch of high schoolers. At one point Alyssa joked, "With a name like 'Gwayakwaa', it's about time you got it right!"

The name "Gwayakwaa," translated loosely, means "getting it right" or "the corrector."

Not to be outdone, Jamie countered with, "Oh yeah, well you should talk, 'Tiny Fart!'"

Everyone there called Alyssa "Noodi", short for her Ojibwe name, "Noodinens" which translates to "Little Wind".

Tommy sat with several men, including Maengun, throughout most of the evening but, as night came, they ended up alone at the table and Tommy said, "Thanks again, Gun, for offering to help. I'm looking forward to the lessons."

"Not a problem," replied Maengun, "Mino explained the game to me and I am sure that some survival skills will come in handy but, I must admit, I am concerned about the 'tournaments'. It would seem that there is a good chance of Noodi being hurt."

Tommy fervently said, "Oh no. If anything gets too intense we are simply going to pull out of the game and leave. We're doing this more for the adventure, not the BD stuff. I wouldn't hurt her Gun...ever."

"I understand Bashanzhe, and it is clear that you care for my daughter a great deal but it is sometimes difficult to reconcile the...lifestyle."

Tommy sighed, sensing that there were going to be some hard questions coming, but he had promised Alyssa that he would answer whatever queries Maengun might have so, he said, "I'm sure it is Gun...I don't even understand it all the time but...I know that it makes Alyssa happy and that's enough for me."

Maengun looked hard into Tommy's eyes and said, "Why would you pretend to be very angry with her?"

Taking a deep breath, Tommy explained, "We have been together for a long time now and it is harder and harder to create scenarios where Ally...Noodi...is really frightened and—I know it is hard to understand but—genuine fear adds a great deal to her excitement. When she told me about the game I saw a rare opportunity to have her really think there was something to be afraid of but, if you know that then you know that I never actually did what she was dreading."

"Yes," said Maengun, "I understand that you tickled her instead."

"Uh...yes...guilty pleasure, I'm afraid," replied Tommy, exasperated at the fact that Alyssa wasn't kidding when she said that she told her mother everything.

It was getting late and most people had left for their homes. Maengun rose from the table and said, "I would like to know more, but that is for a later time. Tonight I would like you to sleep in the tipi that I have set up in the back. You will need to accustom yourself to sleeping on a mat rather than a comfortable mattress. And, while you are here, I would ask that you do not go to my daughter."

Tommy said, "Oh...okay, I understand," and, after saying goodnight to Mino and Alyssa, he went around back to the tipi.

He knew his back was going to be sore in the morning from sleeping on the mat but Tommy smiled at the idea of spending the night in a real, Ojibwe tipi. He removed his clothing; all but his jockeys, and lay on the mat. There were a couple of blankets and, although it took a while to get warm, he dozed off after a half hour or so.

Everyone but Maengun went to bed and he puttered around for a couple of hours then went out back to sit in his favourite wooden chair. He looked over at the tipi, about fifty feet away and chuckled as he heard Tommy's light snoring. He smiled as he looked up at the star laden night sky. He smiled as he watched the raccoon sniff around the tent and...he shook his head and smiled as he watched Alyssa, wearing only a short white, terry housecoat, sneak out the back door and enter the tipi.

Inside the tent, Alyssa slid off her housecoat then slipped under the blankets, spooning herself to Tommy's back. She wiggled herself in as close as she could get then began to drift off to sleep but he suddenly whispered, "Oh...I don't think you're supposed to be here. Gun said we shouldn't be together."

"What did he say exactly?" asked Alyssa.

"He said, while I was here, he didn't want me to go to you," replied Tommy.

"Well, you didn't come to me, I came to you."

Tommy turned, rolled Alyssa onto her back, and whispered, "That's absolutely true!"

Then he moved on top of her and slowly slid his already eager shaft into her equally keen vagina, and then they just moved tenderly against each other. Tommy lightly kissed her eyelids, cheeks, forehead, and lips as they continued to silently relish in each others touch. Whatever worries they may have had were quietly washed away as they climaxed together in a soft, warm, mutual orgasm.

Neither one wanted to break the embrace but finally Tommy said, "I guess you should go back in the house."

"Yeah, I guess," she whispered, "Do you realize that this is the first time you've kicked me out of bed?"

Tommy chuckled, whispering, "Hey, I said I was cute, not smart!"

Alyssa kissed him then stood, donned her housecoat, and left the tipi. Out of the corner of her eye she spied the dark figure sitting in the wooden chair but pretended not to notice and just ran back to the house.

* * *

Tommy awoke early, partly due to the noisy birds singing in the trees, and partly from a very stiff back. He dressed and poked his head out the tipi just in time to see Mino coming down the front steps to wake him. Minogimiwan was a lovely woman in her mid sixties who was rarely seen without a smile. Her name meant "good rain" which seemed to fit her so well and it was easy to see from where Alyssa got her looks and understanding temperament.

"Ah, good, you are awake already," she said, "Come and have some breakfast Bashanzhe. Maengun is eager to begin your lessons."

Tommy followed her into then house then, after a quick detour to the washroom, he joined Mino and Gun at the breakfast table. Alyssa was still sound asleep.

"Good day Bashanzhe. Did you sleep well enough?" asked Maengun.

Tommy replied, "Good morning Gun. Uh...I slept okay I guess. My back is a little stiff. Just not used to sleeping on the ground, you know. But I'll be fine after some of Mino's fine fry bread and her killer coffee."

They chuckled at his reference to Mino's penchant for making very strong coffee. If you need to wake up or get sober, her brew was just the thing.

Maengun then said, "I have always had my best nights sleep in the tipi, so long as nothing disturbs me in the middle of the night. Was that your experience Bashanzhe?"

Tommy hesitated for a moment, and then answered, "Uh...yeah, I suppose. Well, to be honest, last night Alyssa..."

Maengun interrupted, "Perhaps you will be able to answer better after another night or two. After another coffee I thought we could begin with the ways of the bow drill, if you like."

"Excellent, Gun," said Tommy, "I've been especially eager to make fire without a Ronson."

A few minutes later, Tommy and Maengun went to the back and began to work with the bow drill. Alyssa arose an hour or so later and spent much of her morning watching the two men through the kitchen window. Minogimiwan had told Alyssa that Maengun would prefer that she stay away from Tommy for the day and let them work. She watched as Tommy learned how to make the bow drill components from nearby fallen white cedar branches. He seemed to readily pick up on how to make the device but, it was a different story when it came to actually making a coal to start a fire.

They worked until mid morning on making the spindle, board, bow, and hand hold, and then Maengun demonstrated how to create the coal, successfully igniting a tinder bundle in less than fifteen minutes. Next, Tommy tried but his efforts did not yield anything other than some wisps of smoke. Clearly frustrated but determined, Tommy worked for two fruitless hours until Maengun finally told him to take a break and have lunch.

Allysa and Mino brought out some burgers and wild rice and a couple of beers. Honouring her father's wishes, she didn't speak to Tommy much but she did manage a quick kiss to his cheek and a whisper, "It'll happen, Tommy. Just keep trying."

After their meal, Maengun once again demonstrated the bow drill technique, this time producing a coal in about twelve minutes. Tommy was then left to try on his own for the rest of the afternoon.

Alyssa helped her mother in the kitchen, periodically looking out the window to see Tommy growing increasingly discouraged. It was painful for her to watch as he would try try for twenty to thirty minutes straight, then walk away in disgust. She was proud of him though, as he always went back and tried again and again.

Maengun came in around three and he, Alyssa, and Mino sat down for a cup of tea. They sat chatting for a few minutes when they heard a loud shout from out back...

"I AM THE KING OF FIRE!"

They all arose and went to the back door to see Tommy doing a touchdown dance around the flaming tinder bundle and pumping his fists in the air. When he saw them in the doorway he stood with his hands on his hips, chest out like superman and in a terrible Tom Hanks imitation shouted, "I HAVE MADE FIRE!"

Mino tapped Allysa on the shoulder and said, "I think your man needs a hug."

With that she ran out, excitedly yelling, "YOU HAVE MADE FIRE!" and jumped into his arms. Both fell to the ground laughing and kissing and Alyssa took the opportunity to whisper, "If I can sneak out tonight, you will get your reward."

Just then Maengun walked over to them and said, "Well done Bashanzhe but...can you do it again?"

Still on the ground with Alyssa on top of him, Tommy muttered, "Boy, talk about a mood killer!"

After a quick kiss, Alyssa got up and returned to the house while Tommy tried once again to make a coal with the bow drill. She watched him through the window, feverishly working the bow and, after almost half an hour, he again achieved coal and lit another tinder bundle. Alyssa beamed with pride as she saw her father pat Tommy on the back and smiled as the two men began to laugh at some unheard good natured jibe.

Maengun spent the rest of the afternoon showing Tommy some other methods of creating flame, including an intriguing method using a polished pop can and even one using plastic wrap and water. As dusk approached the two men headed back to the house for dinner but Tommy suddenly stopped and said, "Oh...wow! I am such a moron!"

Maengun said, "Don't be too hard on yourself. The bow drill can be difficult..."

"No, not that," said Tommy, "I have been so wrapped up in my own little world that it never occurred to me...Alyssa knows how to do all this stuff, doesn't she?"

"Yes, of course," said Maengun.

Tommy asked, "How long does it take her to get a coal?"

"Not sure of the actual time, but she's faster than me."

Tommy just shook his head and muttered, "Geez, I am such a putz."

Dinner was almost ready when they got back and, after Tommy had cleaned himself up, Alyssa said to Maengun, "Can I borrow Tommy for a few minutes, Ni Osseiman? I want to show him something in the tipi."

Mino smiled at Maengun who just sighed and said, "Okay, that's fine. But don't be too long, dinner's almost ready."

Alyssa immediately took Tommy's hand and led him out the door to the tipi. Once inside she closed the flap, turned and wrapped her arms around him.

Tommy asked, "What did you want to show me?"

Reaching down and massaging his crotch, she said, "A girl who loves you hopelessly; and a girl that wants to show you that sometimes a 'quickie' isn't all bad."

With that, she knelt and began to undo Tommy's jeans. He reached down to her and said, "Oh, I haven't showered or anything, Al."

As she pulled the jeans and jockeys down she looked up at him sweetly. "That's okay Tommy, I'll clean it for you."

He realized there was no stopping her and he wasn't stupid enough to argue the point too much. It had taken a long time for Tommy to finally understand that she actually loved doing this for him; so he just closed his eyes and savoured the amazing sensation of her mouth and tongue fondling his submissive cock. Even the way she breathed was arousing as she held his hips firmly and caressed his penis like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. When he climaxed she reached behind him and pulled his hips into her, forcing him deep inside her mouth. All the while she was sucking like she was trying to draw saliva down from his mouth and he was hard pressed not to make noises that would alert the entire village.

"Jesus! I'll have to make fire more often," panted a very spent Tommy.

"Oh, that wasn't your reward," whispered Alyssa, "That was for me. Your reward comes later."

As she pulled his pants back up and fastened the button, Tommy said, "What are we going to tell your mom if she asked what it was you showed me?"

Alyssa stood and said, "We could just tell her the truth."

An incredulous Tommy said, "Oh, right...probably the last words I'll ever say!"

She looked around... "Were the blankets warm enough last night?"

"Oh yeah; too warm really. I ended up kicking one of them off."

Alyssa knelt on the mat and grabbed one of the blankets. "Okay then. What I wanted to show you was how to take one of the blankets and fold it in half, long ways, and then roll up the top couple of feet. You sleep on top of that one so you have a warmer bed and a bit of a pillow."

"Damn!" said Tommy, "You'd think I could have thought of that myself. There must be something in the air here that has turned my brain to tapioca. I only realized a little while ago that you can do all the stuff that I've come here to learn. I apologize for that, by the way."

"We're a team," she said as she took his hand, "and it can't hurt us if we both know how to survive in the wild."

Alyssa's heart sped up as Tommy moved in for one of his signature long, deep, kisses but, just as their lips touched, the insistent voice of Minogimiwan destroyed the moment. They both shrugged, smiled at each other and obediently returned to the house for dinner.

* * *

The next three days were intense for Tommy as Maengun patiently taught him several tricks for survival in the wild. He learned how to make bow and arrow, a lean-to shelter, a ground mat, and several other secrets of living in the bush. Tommy was pretty good at some; like the bow and arrow, and not so good at others; like the ground mat, but Maengun knew that Alyssa would be able to take up the slack.

On the evening before their last day, they were sitting at the table enjoying a fried fish dinner. During the meal, watching Alyssa talking to Mino, Tommy marveled how, even in an old, oversized Tee shirt and jeans older that he, she still looked bloody delectable. 

As they were finishing up, Alyssa said, "So, Ni Osseiman, what will you be teaching my Tommy tomorrow?"

"I believe Bashanzhe has learned all he can learn for now," said Maengun, "so there will be no lessons tomorrow. Instead I thought we might spend some time in the sweat lodge."

Tommy said, "The sweat lodge...really? Uh...thanks Gun. That's something I didn't expect."

Maengun said, "We won't do the whole ceremony; we will just spend some time with the Grandfathers."

"I don't really know what to do or even what the sweat lodge is all about but, I'm honoured Gun," Tommy said.

Maengun explained, "The sweat is a purification of mind and spirit. Some people have visions but it is the cleansing that is important. It is a rebirth; a preparation for things to come."

"As always," Tommy said, "I put myself in your hands. You're the expert."

Maengun said, "I am not an expert on anything. I am only one who has knowledge of certain things." Then, looking straight at Alyssa, he added, "It is best that you, Bashanzhe, spend this night in the tipi alone. It is important to be with only your own thoughts before the sweat."

A blushing Alyssa looked down at the table as Tommy said, "Of course, I understand."

After dinner they watched some TV then Alyssa accompanied Tommy to the front porch where they were able to enjoy a long, sweet, private kiss before he went to the tipi for the night.

"So will you miss me?" she said.

"Like half of me isn't there."

He kissed her again then turned and walked towards the tipi but he stopped when Alyssa said, "What will your thoughts be about tonight, Bashanzhe?"

Grinning, he said, "Monster trucks!"

"Oh really?" she said with a smile; then she lifted her Tee shirt, flashed her perfect boobs at him, dropped the shirt, and walked into the house.

"Hmmm..." he muttered as he entered the tipi, "So much for monster trucks."

* * *

"Bashanzhe...time to sweat."

Groggily, Tommy said, "Oh...okay, Gun. I'll be right there."

He had actually slept pretty well that night; getting more accustomed to sleeping on the mat, although...Alyssa's mischief had made it hard to get to sleep initially. He arose and dressed in his sweats, which seemed appropriate, then exited the tipi to find Maengun waiting on the porch.

He said, "Take this water and do whatever you need to in the house then meet me over there by the birch trees. No breakfast; just the water. Bring tobacco and don't take to long please."

Tommy took the bottle, went straight to the washroom, then down to the kitchen. As he downed the bottle of water he watched Maengun preparing stones outside the little hut by the birch trees, about a hundred feet from the house. When he finished the water, Tommy ran back to the tipi for a couple of cigars then went to meet Maengun at the hut.

Without any fanfare, Maengun said, "When you enter or leave the sweat lodge, you crawl on your hands and knees. When you enter you say your name, your Ojibwe name, to let Mother know who you are. You will probably want to lose the sweat shirt."

Tommy doffed the shirt, got down on hands and knees, and crawled into the hut, saying, "Bashanzhe`igewin Inini."

Once inside, he positioned himself near the back while Maengun remained outside and rhythmically chanted. It was already pretty steamy inside and Tommy knew that wasn't how it was normally done, but he was still honoured to be able to experience even a small part of the ritual.

Maengun entered the hut after a couple of minutes chanting, and sat across from Tommy on the opposite side of the fire pit. He threw a small pouch of tobacco into the flame and said, "The seven stones represent The Seven Grandfathers and you can honour them by offering the tobacco."

Tommy reluctantly took the two fifteen dollar cigars and, almost tearfully, tossed them into the fire. Maengun couldn't suppress a small, rare smile as he began to ladle more water onto the rocks. A cloud of white steam instantly rose from the pit, filling the hut with a soft haze that made it difficult to see.

"What do we do now?" said Tommy.

"You can close your eyes and empty your mind if you like...there is no right or wrong way."

With that, Gun closed his eyes so Tommy followed suit. Almost immediately he felt himself relax and his mind drifted into a soft, hazy sea of sights and sounds, like the unconnected memories of a dream. Suddenly his eyes snapped open as someone shouted his name—his Ojibwe name.

"What...? What!?"

He looked at Maengun who said, "I didn't say anything."

"You called my name... Bashanzhe`igewin Inini."

"I said nothing; and there is no one else here. It has been silent until you spoke." 

Tommy said, "How long have we been here?"

"About a half an hour."

An incredulous Tommy said, "Get outta town...! It feels like only a couple of minutes!"




The Armoire Ch. 07



"No," said Maengun, "It has been a half an hour."

"Wow...it was like I was dreaming, or something. There was an..."

"You don't have to tell me, Bashanzhe." said Maengun, "It may be a private thing."

"I'd just like to...understand," said Tommy.

"Very well then."

"It was like looking through a dusty window," Tommy said, " but...I was walking through a forest and, when I entered a clearing, there was an eagle and a wolf waiting. Together they led me deeper into the forest until we reached another small clearing. Alyssa was there, up to her neck in a small pool of water...more like a puddle, but she was almost going under. I reached out and grabbed her arm but I couldn't pull her out. She said I should let got but I said I wouldn't...if she goes then I go too. Then the eagle and the wolf grabbed her other arm and we pulled her out easily. That's when you called my name."

"I never called your name," Maengun said.

Tommy said, "Oh...well, what do you think it means?"

"It is more important what you think it means."

"Well," Tommy said, "maybe the wolf and eagle were my manitous...no...no...one was probably my guide and one was Alyssa's. And the puddle could be the bad time she had before we met. So, I was able to help her but...not alone. She had to help herself too.

"You might not agree, Gun, but I think it says that we're...good together...What do you think it means?"

"I can not find fault with your assessment," replied Maengun.

Surprised, Tommy said, "Really...? I wonder which guide was mine."

Maengun said, "To many, the eagle represents courage and bravery while the wolf is associated with loyalty, honour, and integrity."

"Uh huh..." said Tommy, "then both of them might have been Alyssa's..."

"No, I believe the wolf was your manitou," Maengun said flatly.

They both exited the sweat lodge, again crawling on hands and knees. Tommy stood and offered to help Maengun tidy up the hut but he said, "You go and clean yourself up. I will take care of this then we will have breakfast."

Tommy thanked him and started for the house, then he stopped, turned and said, "Gun...can I ask you a favour? Alyssa is going to be curious about what happened in there and I was wondering...could you tell her? I'm not sure why, but I don't..."

"I will do as you ask," Maengun said.

Tommy put on his sweatshirt but, realizing his sweatpants were soaked, went to the tipi for fresh clothes, then into the house for a shower. He stood under the warm spray for nearly twenty minutes contemplating his sweat lodge "vision." He hadn't known what to expect when he went in there but it wasn't that; and he didn't know what to make of it. The "dream," or whatever it was, seemed to validate his relationship with Alyssa but there was more to it. Tommy did feel "cleansed" after the sweat; it seemed to wash away the importance of other things in his life in order to make more room for her.

He stepped out of the shower and dressed then opened the door to see Alyssa standing there; exquisite in a light summer dress and bare feet. As soon as she saw him she started to cry and threw her arms around him in the tightest hug he could remember.

"Is there something wrong, Babe?"

"No, no," she said, "My father told me about your vision, that's all...Things couldn't be more right."

"I'm not sure if it was a 'vision' but, whatever it was...it seems good...right?"

She stood on her tiptoes and pulled his head down to a hard, tearful kiss and said, "Better than good, Tommy...way better."

They went down for breakfast and spent the rest of the day packing and preparing for their flight to New York. Just after noon they loaded the rental car after which Mino and Alyssa embraced in an extraordinarily long, tearful hug. When it was Tommy's turn, Mino hugged him just as long and, just before she let go, she said, "Come back soon, ningozis...Promise me."

"I will," he said, "and thanks for everything."

Maengun stepped up and firmly shook his hand, looking straight into his eyes but saying nothing. Tommy nodded, understanding what he was asking, and said, "I will Gun, with my life."

Several other people came by to wish them well and they finally got on the road around two in the afternoon, headed for their five o'clock flight. Alyssa drove while Tommy, surprisingly exhausted from his sweat lodge experience, napped in the front seat. He rested all the way to the airport where she had to rouse him as they pulled into the parking lot. As they were walking to the car rental booth, Tommy said, "Hey Al, what does 'ningozis' mean?"

"It means 'my son'," she answered.

* * *

The flight landed in New York around three A.M. Wednesday morning and, after a quick taxi ride, the two dog-tired travellers checked into their room at the St. Regis Hotel and fell into the luxurious, king sized bed. They slept until noon, ordered a ridiculously expensive, room service lunch, and then spent the rest of the day taking advantage of the sumptuous bed; both for sleep and...other things.

The next day, after a light brunch, they prepared their backpacks, packing only what the letter from the "Last Master Standing" people had outlined. Around noon, they checked out of the hotel, hailed a cab, and headed for the one o'clock interview where, if they were selected, they would be billeted at a company facility that night and head for...wherever...the next day.

"Are you nervous?" asked Alyssa during the taxi ride.

"A little, I guess...You?"

"Yeah, me too," she said, "You know...they're going to expect me to call you 'master' and you to refer to me as your slave."

Tommy sighed and said, "Oh yeah...I suppose. I'll do my best but I still feel like I'm pandering to a group of people who I don't give a rat's ass about."

She said, "It's not pandering Tommy, it's...well...okay, I guess it is but, just for the game, right? We know who we are; and that's all that really matters."

The taxi let them out in front of a large, modern office building, about forty stories high. Once inside, Tommy had to chuckle at the listing for 'slaves-r-sluts.net -- 3rd Floor' on the directory board. Both were visibly anxious during the elevator ride and the walk down the hall; and, as they went into the office, Alyssa audibly giggled when she saw the pretty receptionist, complete with leather collar.

"May I help you?"

Tommy handed her the letter and said, "We're here about an interview for 'Last Master Standing'."

She handed him the letter back. "Yes, down the hall to your right, second door...you'll see the security guard."

As they proceeded down the hall, Alyssa went into slave mode; eyes down and hands behind her back. The security guard, a large man as tall as Tommy, verified the letter then said, "Right in there. They'll be starting in a few minutes. You should have her in a collar and leash; I can get one for you."

"Only poorly trained slaves need to be on a collar and leash, wouldn't you say?" Tommy said, then turned and entered the large hall.

As Alyssa moved to follow, the guard stepped in front of her, blocking her path. She tried to sidestep but the burly man blocked her again. Tommy turned and said, "What the hell are you doing? She's with me."

The guard said, "Well, if she was wearing a collar you could just yank it and pull her around me, couldn't you!"

As he said that, Alyssa stepped back, put her shoulder down, and rammed the guard in the chest, catching him so unaware that he fell to the floor, landing on his butt.

"WHY YOU LITTLE BITCH!" said the guard, as he started to get to his feet. Tommy quickly stepped in front of him and motioned for her to go into the hall. She stepped inside then turned and waited for her master. She had never seen him in a fight but she had no doubt that Tommy could take care of himself. She could see it in his demeanor as he stood right in the face of the guard, calmly looking him straight in the eye.

"As I said before, only those who are poorly trained require a leash."

The guard backed off and Tommy turned, leading Alyssa into the hall. There were about twenty other couples already waiting in the hall; masters sitting in folding chairs with collared and leashed slaves sitting at their feet. One of several production people, who had watched the altercation at the door, motioned for Tommy to take a seat. Alyssa, like the other slaves, took up a position sitting at his feet.

Tommy looked around the room and marveled at the disparity among the "masters." Most were average looking guys; some were middle aged school teacher types while others were more like businessmen. A couple of them were pretty grungy; and another looked like a priest. Most of the "slaves" were fairly attractive but a few were a little on the overweight side; one of them being quite obese, a fact accentuated by the tight, leather bustier she wore.

An athletic looking blonde man, in his mid thirties, stood up with his equally fit looking slave, and walked over; taking a seat beside Tommy. "Hello, I'm Albert and this is Willy, my slave and my wife."

He shook Albert's hand and said, "I'm Sam."

Alyssa and he had talked about this kind of thing at great length; while they were in this game she would be treated as a hard core slave; and a slave does not get introduced as a person. She is merely the property of her master...and, it was a way for Tommy to avoid using her name.

Albert, whose accent easily tagged him as German, was one of only two others, besides Tommy, who didn't have a collar on their slaves. He didn't question the fact that Tommy didn't introduce her, he just continued: "Your slave is very beautiful and I see she is willing to put herself at great risk to stay at your side."

"Yes," Tommy said, "she has worked hard and taken her training very well."

He had resigned himself to the fact that he was going to have to talk about her in this manner for as long as they were in this stupid game. He made a mental note that, when he got the time, he would have to come up with something really nice to do for her when all this was over.

"Quite the mixture of people here, don't you think, Sam?"

Tommy said, "Yes, I'd have to agree. I'm a little surprised really, at how...average they look."

Albert chuckled, "I know what you mean but...I keep looking at that heavy woman over there. I think she is having difficulty breathing with that bustier."

Tommy looked over at the corpulent woman in the bustier and it was clear that Albert was right. Her face was red and you could see that she was in some distress. He looked at her master, a bald, dirty, unshaven man in his fifties, who was paying no attention at all to his slave. Tommy was tempted to alert one of the dozen or so production people but he saw that two of them were looking right at her.

He was relieved when one of them firmly said, "You...have your slave stand up right now."

The man told his rotund slave to stand which immediately relieved the pressure from the bustier and she started to breathe easier. Tommy couldn't help but wonder if this girl's self esteem was so low that she felt she needed to be humiliated by even a low life like this guy. He noted something else as well.

"For a 'master,' he did what he was told pretty quick, eh?"

Albert agreed, "Ya, I don't think we will see him in the game."

"Oho! You clearly expect to be one of the players!"

"Sure, of course," Albert said, "I think you will be there too, and... Scheisse!"

Tommy looked to see what had caught Albert's attention and saw a huge, Polynesian looking man leading a slim, wan looking, forty-ish woman into the hall. The woman was collared and leashed and had her hands cuffed behind her back. She looked...broken; sad; the closest thing Tommy had seen to a real slave...not a volunteer.

The man sported long, black hair, slicked back in a pony tail. He was about as tall as Tommy but would have outweighed him by fifty pounds easy. When he sat he yanked hard on the leash, forcing the woman to fall hard to her knees.

"Jesus!" Tommy said.

Just then one of the production people, a young man in his thirties, stepped forward and said, "Quiet please...quiet...! Okay everybody. My name is Jason Forsythe and, on behalf of 'slaves-r-sluts.net,' I'd like to thank you all for coming. We have four interview rooms set up so we should be able to get through them in pretty good time. Once the interviews are complete we will compare notes and then make out final selections; again, we will try to waste as little time as possible.

"A few points before we start: 'Last Master Standing' is a wilderness game that will require you to essentially survive on your own in the wild. The selected masters will be allocated a patch of ground, about twenty five metres apart. You will have to create your own shelters, using only the available materials at had; that is, branches, grasses, etc. You will have no camping or survival gear with you; only the clothing you are currently wearing and the extra set in you backpacks, as outlined in the letter.

"You will have no matches, lighters, flints, or any other means of fire, other than whatever you find near your camp. A central water source will be provided but it is not, I repeat, NOT potable without being boiled for at least five minutes. You are not allowed to share with, or help other teams.

"Tournaments will be held every other day; and the tournaments will eliminate one master each time until the end. Unless instructed otherwise, slaves must be led to the tournament area naked, collared and leashed, with hands bound behind their backs. The tournaments have been created to minimize the risk of injury to the slaves but, we cannot absolutely guarantee that injuries will not occur. We have medical staff on hand to treat slaves' cuts, etc. but, if they require medical evacuation, that master will be eliminated from the game.

"We will address only the masters; slaves are the responsibility of those masters and have no standing, as far as the game goes. Other than the requirement of the tournaments, the masters will determine what their slaves wear, where they sleep, etc.; again, within the rules of the game.

"Selected masters will be billeted in single rooms which we have set up in this building. We will then proceed to the game location first thing in the morning. Anyone wishing to drop out should do so now. Are there any questions?"

Tommy looked down at Alyssa who immediately rested her head on his knee; her way of telling him that she was okay with all this. A couple of the other "masters" asked questions that required Jason to repeat what he had already said; and one master—the "priest" —dropped out because of the "naked" thing; one had to wonder what he was actually expecting here. The interviews started right away as four couples were called out of the hall while the rest waited for their turn.

Tommy was called around twenty minutes later and entered a room where Jason and two other people were sitting side by side. He motioned for Tommy to sit opposite them, about six feet away, and Alyssa knelt on the floor beside him. Jason introduced him to the other male panelist, Eddie, another thirty-ish man, and Rebecca, a hard looking dominatrix type with jet black hair pulled severely into a pony tail.

Jason and Eddie asked him a barrage of predetermined questions: How long have you had her? Do you whip her? Do you bind her? Then Jason asked him some strange questions...

"Have you ever been to British Columbia?"

Tommy said, "Yes."

"Do you have family there? You know, father, mother, brother, sister, aunts and uncles...like that."

He said, "No, none at all."

"Are you familiar with the parks and lakes in BC."

"No," he said, "I've never traveled around the province at all...just visited some friends near Creston."

"Okay," said Jason, "that's all I need."

Then Rebecca finally spoke up, "Your slave took on that big security guard to stay at your side so she must be very loyal and obedient. She will obey you without question...is that true?"

Tommy said, "Yep."

"Then command her to come over here and lick my cunt."

Even the two other men were surprised and Tommy felt Alyssa squeeze his knee, telling him that she would do it if he told her to but Tommy said, "I'm sorry...you must have misunderstood. She is MY slave, not yours."

Rebecca snapped, "Yes, exactly...now command her to—"

"Miss! Would you please take a long hard look at my slave!" said Tommy.

Clearly annoyed, Rebecca said, "Yeah...so, what about her?"

"Is she not possibly the most beautiful woman you have ever seen?"

The two male panelists nodded their agreement but Rebecca said, "She's okay, I suppose...so what?"

Tommy leaned forward, glaring directly at Rebecca and said, "I have spent considerable time and effort keeping my slave in pristine condition for my own pleasure. Why on earth would you think that I would have her sully herself by placing her mouth anywhere near your obviously well used vagina? God only knows where it's been!"

Jason and Eddie immediately looked at their hands and attempted to suppress their chuckles. Rebecca went beet red and her eyes shot daggers at Tommy; she was seconds away from attacking him.

Jason broke the tension as he said, "Okay...I think we have all we need. Thank you, Sam. You can return to the main hall now."

They went back to the hall and Tommy took a seat near the back. As Alyssa went to kneel beside him she brought her head close to his and whispered, "I love you so much, Tommy."

He was pretty sure that his rebuke of Rebecca had essentially removed even the faintest hope of being selected for the game. They didn't need the money and, even though the survival aspect still intrigued him, he didn't really care, but he felt bad for Alyssa; she really did seem eager to go through with all this.

About fifteen minutes later, Jason entered the hall and said, "Would the following people please come with me: Master Togo; Master Albert; Master Henry; Master Winston; Master Bobby; Master Gregory; and...Master Sam."

"I'll be damned!" Tommy said as he rose with the others and followed Jason into the hallway.

Jason stopped and turned towards the group, "Your rooms are along here, on the right, and a dinner will be available in the main hall in an hour or so. Please remain in your rooms until someone calls you for dinner. You will get more instructions at that time. Congratulations everybody, you are the final contestants for 'Last Master Standing'."

* * *

The next day found Tommy and Alyssa back on another airplane bound for parts unknown. It had been an interesting morning involving yet more instructions and security. After they had dressed everyone was patted down to ensure that they weren't hiding anything that might assist them in the game. The slaves were subjected to a full body cavity search; thankfully by a female physician. They had been warned about the impending search while they were at dinner and, judging by the way Togo cursed under his breathe and the obvious discomfort displayed by his slave, it was apparent to all that she had something shoved up inside her.

Tommy was wearing jeans, jockeys, smart-wool socks and hiking boots, as well as a tee shirt and sweatshirt. Alyssa was identically clothed and, within the rules of the game, they each had a set of shorts, a warm jacket, spare socks, and underwear in their backpack. The slaves were fitted with collars and the masters were given leashes. That was it; they were allowed nothing else.

The contestant's rooms had only a single bed since the slaves were expected to sleep on the floor but Alyssa managed to squeeze into the bed, essentially spending the night on top of Tommy. Both slept like week old puppies and, when they awoke, Alyssa gave him a nice massage to alleviate a stiff back; the result of lying in the same position all night. When she was done Alyssa noted that something else was stiff too so she alleviated that as well.




The Armoire Ch. 08



The Armoire Ch.08 -- A Gift For Sammy

Watching Sylvia approach the airport bar, Tommy noticed that she had a swagger, a self confidence that she didn't display when he first met her and he allowed himself a little smile, realizing that he could take a little credit for that. He stood as she neared the table and they shared a friendly hug. She had already called him on his cell to tell him she had been stuck in traffic, slowly attempting to get passed a terrible accident scene.

"Sorry, Sammy, I thought I left in plenty of time but I didn't figure on that accident," she said.

"Don't worry about it," he said as they sat down at the little table, "I saw it on the news...it's still a mess out there."

Tommy had just returned from a trip to see Sadie, a client in Chicago. Sylvia had suggested that he leave the Yukon at her place instead of parking at the airport. His flight had arrived at five P.M. but Sylvia had been stuck on the highway for over two hours.

She said, "We can stay off the highway but it'll take us an hour or so to get back to my place. Sorry about that, Sammy. If you want, you should stay the night."

"Thanks, Syl, I might take you up on that. I've had a couple of ryes. Let me give Ally a call...Do you want a drink?"

"I could really use a coffee," she said.

Tommy waived the waitress over and ordered the coffee and another rye and ginger then he dialed his cell phone, "Hey! It's me...I'm still at the airport."

On the other end of the line, Alyssa said, "Sylvia didn't get caught in that accident did she? It's all over the news."

Tommy said, "She got caught in the traffic but she wasn't involved. She's here now and she offered me a room for the night and I think I'm going to take her up on it. I don't feel like another three hours on the road; and I just ordered my third rye."

"Oh really?" she said, chuckling, "Sounds like she's getting you drunk and intends to have her way with you!"

"Well, she does look pretty good," he said looking straight at Sylvia.

"Actually, Tommy," she said, "she was really helpful with that KrySylDarque scenario and she hasn't had a session since then. Why don't you do a 'perfect slave' for her tonight?"

A little surprised, he said, "Oh...I don't...she might not even want to—"

"Let me talk to her."

"No!" he said, "You'll just try to talk her into it."

Alyssa cooed, "No I won't. Come on, My Master, indulge your unworthy slave...please?"

Tommy sighed and handed the phone to Sylvia, "She wants to talk to you."

He could only hear one side of the conversation but he did notice that Sylvia blushed and turned away from him, glancing up once in a while.

"Hi, Ally, how are...Oh...actually, that would be really nice, if you're okay with...Yes, I'm sure he is. It was a long flight...Well, Kendall told me about it and I'd love to try it...Oh, are you sure? No...I mean yes, I'd like to but...Okay, thanks very much Ally, I really mean that."

She handed the phone back to Tommy and he could see that she was now noticeably red faced, actually panting a little.

"It's me again," he said.

Alyssa said, "Green light, Tommy, okay? Treat her real nice; she deserves it. And, do me a favour? Can you call me maybe an hour or so after you start? I'll need something to get me to sleep."

He chuckled and said, "Yeah okay. Love ya Babe. I'll talk to you later."

They finished their drinks then went to the parking lot and headed for Sylvia's. She hadn't seen him since before they went to BC and was understandably curious, "I can't believe that people voted for Fat Pig to win."

Tommy answered, "Well, you have to remember, it was mostly regular members of that web site, and I guess that's the kind of 'master' they're used to. Have you seen that site? I mean, most of the pictures and videos are way passed what could be called 'play'; they're more like...mutilations. In fairness though; I think it was a 'vocal minority' vote. But, don't get me wrong, I'm glad we went. Alyssa was freaking amazing! Did you watch?"

Sylvia said, "Oh yes, we all watched; you're 'clients' I mean. Kendall e-mailed all of them to let them know. You were pretty amazing too, Sammy. I held my breath when you had the whip and were looking at Fat Pig. I thought you were going to cut him to ribbons."

"You mean, when he laughed after I clipped Ally's butt? Yeah, that took a lot of self control. I still wish I had a chance to show him what a bullwhip can really do."

Sylvia then said, "Uh...Ally said that we could, you know..."

"Oh yeah, I'd really enjoy a 'perfect slave' thing with you if you like. I'm a little tired but—"

She interrupted, "Kendall told me about her 'park and play' sessions. I'd like to try that."

He laughed and said, "I don't know were they come up with these names but, yeah, that would be perfect. Oh, and I've got a green light so...whatever you want, you know?"

"Ally is such a doll!" said Sylvia.

* * *

As soon as they entered the foyer, Sylvia stepped to the side and kicked off her shoes. She had been consciously walking around the house in bare feet ever since that weekend back at Darquesied's ranch but now, with him here, she actually felt a little flush. As they went into the living room, she asked, "When should we start, Sam?"

"Whenever you're comfortable," he said, "but remember; once we start, you're mine for the night. We don't stop until I release you—except 'Philadelphia', of course."

She said, "I understand...I made a Shepard's pie for supper but I'll have to put it back in the oven for twenty minutes or so. I could take care of that and go get ready then we could start when I serve dinner. I've got a few...uh...things that you might want to use."

"A few things, eh?" he said, "Well, now I'm curious."

As Sylvia headed for the kitchen, she stopped and said, "Oh...I've got satellite now so, if there's anything on that you like..."

"Well, 'Battlestar Gallactica' is on later but, it's okay, Ally will tape it—"

"If you like, "she said, "you could watch it while I'm parked."

As she continued to the kitchen, Tommy couldn't help but smile at the "parked" thing. At the ranch the 'perfect slave' scenario was usually done in the evening, after dinner; and after a full day's session. It usually only lasted an hour or so because Tommy would be fairly tired, but he felt he had to always keep things exciting for the girls. Kendall put forth the "park and play" idea during one of her sessions.

She had read in several stories where the slave would be kneeling in place for long periods of time; ready for use when the master felt the urge. Tommy was not exactly sure what she meant so she demonstrating by having him sit and watch TV while she knelt up, off her heels, facing the wall. She was naked and knelt with her knees apart and hands behind her head. She was essentially "parked" while he relaxed and, periodically, he would whip her bum with a flogger so she wouldn't forget he was there. They did other things later but she loved the fact that the "perfect slave" thing could go on much longer. And, as it turned out, many of the other women enjoyed it as well.

Sylvia came into the room with a cup of tea, dinner utensils, and a serviette, "Dinner's just about ready, "she said, "so...what should I do?"

"I'd like you to remove your clothing now, fold them neatly, then take them to your bedroom and return with the 'things' you mentioned earlier."

"Yes, My Master," she said.

As she began to undo the buttons of her white blouse, Sylvia realized that she was blushing; surprising her a bit considering that he had certainly seen her naked before; and he had touched her and done things to her in ways that no one else had.

She slid the blouse off her shoulders, folded it, then undid the button on her black slacks and slowly slid them off. She kept her eyes down but she could feel his exploring every square inch of her as she removed her black lace bra and added it to the tidy pile of clothes. She turned and slowly slid her panties down, bending at the waist as she went. Kendall had shown her this one night and it was definitely sexier than just pulling the panties off.

She turned back, placed the panties on the pile, then stood with eyes down, hands behind her back, and feet apart, "Will I take the clothes to the bedroom now?"

Tommy said, "Yes please, and bring back the items you bought."

"Yes, My Master."

She returned with a large shopping bag, handed it to him, and then resumed her position in front of him.

"My, my!" he said as he peered in the bag and saw a full set of leather cuffs, a beautiful deerskin flogger, a rubber flogger, two ball gags, bondage tape, blindfolds, and...an expensive leather collar.

He held up the collar and said, "What is this?"

"It's a slave's collar, My Master," she said, annoyed with herself that she was again blushing.

"And why do you have it?"

"I...I wear it sometimes...When I saw Ally wearing it for that game...it was so...sexy—"

Tommy said, "Please kneel here, with your back to me; and hold your hair up."

She did as he asked and he fastened the collar around her, ensuring that it was not too tight by sliding three fingers between it and her neck. As the back of his fingers touched her skin Tommy heard her breathing change and, realizing that she was already pretty excited, he said, "Back up a little...knees apart, please."

She shuffled backwards until she was less than a foot from the sofa, kneeling between his legs. He began to lightly run his hands over her shoulders, down her back, and over her bum. She shivered as his hands softly traveled back up her sides and forward, over her breasts. He tenderly tweaked her nipples and she moaned as she felt them go from rock hard to diamond hard.

She had her eyes closed and, still holding her hair up, she was trying not to move but, when he leaned down and softly kissed the nape of her neck, she got light headed and lost her balance a bit. She repositioned herself and whispered, "Sorry, My Master."

Saying nothing, he ran his hands gently down her chest and tummy, then just his fingertips over her abdomen and pubes. He then slid one hand back, over her bum, then down, gliding two fingers between her tender labia. His other hand had simultaneously moved down to her eager clit.

As both hands continued their tender teasing he said, "You're very wet, my little slave."

"Yyyess, My Master," she whispered.

He said, "Do you like what I'm doing now? Would you like me to continue?"

"Oh YES, My Master...please," she panted.

"If I do this nice thing for you, what will you do for me?"

Gasping short breaths now, she said, "Anything, My Master, anything you ask!"

"Are you sure?" he said, "No matter how cruel or how humiliating?"

At that moment he could have told her to eat the sofa and she would have happily complied, "ANYTHING, My Master! No matter how cruel or how humiliating! Please, My Master!"

He increased his rubbing against her throbbing clitoris and slid his fingers into her. She couldn't help but grind her hips into his hands and climaxed almost immediately. She started to jerk against the instant sensitively but then Tommy said, "Don't fight me...keep pushing against my hands."

She tried to obey, humping his hands but her hips would involuntarily jerk away. Her face scrunched up and her neck and shoulders cringed as she fought her own body and tried push into him. Finally, he withdrew his fingers and just softly rubbed between her legs, allowing her to come down.

Still panting, she whispered, "Ohhhh...thank you, My Master. That was very nice."

He said, "Yes, I enjoyed it too. Now, I need to get cleaned up and then I'd like to try the Shepard's pie."

"I can clean your hands for you, My Master," she said.

"That would be fine," he said.

Sylvia then jumped up and quickly returned with a wet, soapy face cloth and a towel. She knelt in front of him, took his right hand, and, surprising him a little, she tenderly placed his fingers, one at a time, into her mouth. She licked and sucked them then wiped them with the wet cloth. She repeated the process with his other hand, dried them and then tenderly kissed his palms and said, "Can I get your dinner now?"

"Uh...Yes, please."

She was back in no time with a plate of Shepard's pie which she handed to him, then she knelt in front of him, sitting on her heels, eyes down, knees wide apart, and arms by her sides. Tommy looked at her while he ate; marveling at her soft, sensuous beauty. He smiled and shook his head a bit as he realized how lucky he was at that moment. He chuckled out loud when he remembered that most women paid him for this!

Then he said, "Are you blushing, my little slave?"

"Yes, My Master," she whispered.

"Why?"

"Because, My Master," she said, "when I know you're looking at me...at my body...I...I get excited."

"I see," said Tommy, "Well, it's about twenty minutes before the show starts so it would be nice if you would entertain me."

"Oh, certainly, My Master," she said, "What would you like?"

He said, "What's your favourite music group?"

"Uh...I like ABBA, My Master."

"ABBA, eh?" he said, "Let's see...Do you know the words to...uh...Oh...! Andante, Andante?"

"Yes, My Master," she said, "It's one of my favourites."

"Excellent," said Tommy, "Then I would like you to touch yourself with one hand between your legs and the other slowly and softly rubbing and squeezing your beautiful breasts. I would also like you to sing Andante, Andante while you touch yourself; sing it to me as lovingly as you can...See if you can get through the first chorus."

"Yes, My Master. I'll try me best."

Then she closed her eyes, rubbed and squeezed her breasts as Tommy had instructed, began to slowly rub between her legs, and softly sang, "Take it easy with me, please...Touch me gently like a summer evening breeze...Take your time, make it slow...Andante, Andante...Just let the feeling grow."

This idea had just popped into his head but it was instantly becoming one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. She had a sweet voice, singing just above a whisper. Her head was tilted back; she was moving, undulating into her own touch, her moans mixing with the song, "Make your fingers soft and light...ohhhh...Let your body be the velvet of the night...uhmmm..."

She was beginning to pant and her gyrating became more pronounced. He wasn't sure he could make it to the end of the chorus, let alone her. Her voice rose with, "Touch my soul...ohhhhh...you know how...mmmmAndante, Andante...Go slowly with me now..."

He was desperately fighting the urge to just throw her down on the floor and screw her into the next time zone. Her voice rose even higher as she hit the chorus, "I'm your music...ohhhgawd...I'm your song...ohmmm...Play me time and time again and make me strong...huuuuuuu..."

Tommy put the plate down, stood and dropped his slacks and jockeys, still forcing himself not to take her...yet. She opened her eyes when she felt his hands on the side of her head. She started to move towards him but he said, "NO, no! Keep going, keep singing!"

She was very close now as she gulped and gasped, "Ohhhhh...Make me sing...OHHHH...make me sound...Oh-Oh-OHAndante, Andante...OHHH I'M CLOSE... Tread lightly on my ground...OHHHHHGAWD!"

He pulled her head forward and immediately plunged deep into her mouth. She gagged a bit but began to suck hard as she oozed liquid onto her own hand. Her head was spinning again, trying to concentrate on his cock and her orgasm at the same time. She rubbed herself harder, and sucked him harder yet, as she felt his fluid burst into her mouth. He pushed himself all the way in and held her head, again causing her to gag, then he eased up, regaining a tiny bit of composure.

He began to withdraw but she was still sucking like she never wanted it to leave. There was an audible "Splootch" when he finally pulled out.

Tommy's knees were weak and he leaned forward, putting his hands on her shoulders. She reached and pulled his jockeys up, and then she pulled his slacks up and, as she fastened the waist button, she softly sang, "Andante, Andante...Oh please don't let me down."

He chuckled, collapsed back in the couch, and said, "Jesus! You sure didn't let me down, my little slave. That was...interesting!"

A little winded herself, Sylvia could only say, "Thank you...My Master."

Tommy lay back and closed his eyes, needing some time to catch his breath. They had only just started and she had already had two class A orgasms so, Sylvia too was glad that his upcoming program would give her a little break.

"Your show is about to start so...should I 'park?'" she said.

He turned on the TV and said, "Yes...sure...over in front of the wall please. Kneel up; hands behind you head."

"Yes, My Master," she said as she shuffled over to the wall and assumed the position. She knew she would have to stay like that for a while; probably until the first commercial. He would then, most likely, flog her bottom with the deerskin so that, as he put it, she wouldn't forget he was there.

About fifteen minutes later she braced herself as she heard the program go to commercial. She waited, anticipating the first lash, but nothing happened, and the show resumed. He was tricky; she knew that, so maybe he was going to whip her between commercials, just to catch her off guard. Again she waited as the second commercial break started but...still nothing. She wanted to turn and look but it occurred to her that she would be probably be punished. Once she realized that her punishment would likely be whipping with the deerskin, so she really had nothing to lose, she turned and peeked.

He was fast asleep on the couch with her large, gray tabby cat lazily curled up in his inviting lap. She didn't really know what to do at that point. Was he just having a little nap? The cat sure seemed to be settled in for the long haul. Sylvia did some quick, mental math and, after figuring out that, with his traveling back and forth, he had been awake for about twenty hours, she had to assume that he was out for the night.

She decided to get off her knees and, as quietly as she could, she cleaned up a bit and tidied up the kitchen. He had pulled her oversized ottoman close to the couch and had slouched down, lying almost prone, so she took the comforter from her bed, snuggled in beside him, and pulled the cover over them both.

She had been looking forward to feeling the touch of the unbelievably soft deerskin flogger; especially from his artful hand, but this was nice; nestled in beside him. The two orgasms had been wonderful; especially that last one so, all in all, she was content.

As she drifted off, a little smile crept across her lips and the song 'Andante, Andante' wafted her to sleep.

* * *

"I'm really sorry, Syl. I didn't realize I was that tired," Tommy said, as he sipped his coffee at the little island counter in the kitchen.

Sylvia said, "It's okay, Sammy. It was a long day for me too so it was nice to just snuggle up like we did."

"Yeah, but still..." he said, "I owe you a good whipping."

They both laughed and she said, "Boy! That's not something you can often say to a girl at breakfast...! But...I had a nice time Sammy. I did have two nice 'spritzes'—especially that last one."

"'Spritzes?'"

"That's what we used to call them in high school," she explained.

Tommy chuckled, then said, "Okay...Oh, about that 'Andante' thing. Can that be our little secret for now?"

"Oh, of course," she said, "Whatever happens in 'perfect slave' stays in 'perfect slave.' Why? Is Ally going to have to sing for her spritz tonight?"

Again he chuckled, "Maybe...I don't know if something that was impromptu can be as good when it's recreated, but it was erotic as hell. Her taste in music is a bit eclectic so I'd have to hunt for a good song. I'm not sure if she's an ABBA fan; too bad 'cause that 'Andante' song was perfect."




The Armoire Ch. 09



"I need to speak with Thomas Dareson," she said, "or, should I say, Sam Darquesied."

It had taken Tommy a few seconds to get ever his apprehension of seeing the police car in the gate monitor. He finally pushed the intercom button as Alyssa dashed upstairs to get some clothes on, but even then, it took him a minute to ask the police woman if he could help her.

"May I ask what this is about?" said Tommy.

She said, "My name is Corporal Lindsey Stapleton, of the Provincial Police, Novamercado division; and it is important that I speak to you."

Just then, there was a knock on the door and Kendall walked in, "It's okay, Sammy, It's Lindsey. With all that was going on this morning, I forgot to tell you she was coming."

"Your friend Lindsey? You never mentioned that she was a cop!?" he said.

Still a little concerned he pushed the intercom at the same time as the gate lock and said, "Okay, just drive straight up to the house."

Kendall went out to meet her as Alyssa came back downstairs, wearing a black and white, floral print dress. As they started out the door he noticed that Alyssa had forgotten to remove the collar. He quickly undid the buckle, shoved the collar in his pocket, and went outside.

Corporal Stapleton was standing by her cruiser and talking with Kendall as Tommy approached. She was quite attractive, with long, dark hair done up in a French braid. Even though the uniform was not particularly flattering, it was clear the she was well built; muscular, but not muscle bound. She greeted Tommy with a firm handshake and a sincere smile.

"I'm sorry to surprise you like this; Kendall was supposed to let you know I was coming," she said.

Kendall just shrugged her shoulders and Tommy said, "Yes, well Kendall seems to be holding back all kinds of information...like the fact that her best friend Lindsey is a police officer!"

Corporal Stapleton said, "Do you have a problem with that?"

Tommy said, "You tell me."

"I assure you that I am not here to cause you any grief," she said, "I've come to ask for your help."

"My help...?" he said, "Okay...how be we go in the house and talk over coffee."

Kendall apologized again and went to tend the horses, while the others went into the house. The police woman and Tommy sat at the small kitchen table as Alyssa got coffee for all, and then joined them.

Tommy said, "Well, Corporal Stapleton, how can we help you?"

"Please, call me Lindsey," she said, "I only use 'Corporal Stapleton' for official business."

He said, "Okay, Lindsey, how can we help you?"

She said, "First of all, I should tell you...I know what goes on here. Kendall and I have been best friends since before high school and we tell each other pretty much everything."

"Should I be worried?" he said.

"Not at all," she said, "I don't see anything illegal here; in fact, near as I can tell, everybody who comes and goes here, appears to be pretty...happy.

"As I said, I'm here to ask your help...You may have seen in the news that two young women have been killed around here over the past four months."

Tommy said, "I read about one, a couple of weeks ago. They found her body just south of Carillon."

"Yes, that's one of them," said Lindsey, "and another was found about three months before that, around two miles from there."

Tommy suddenly said, "Oh wait! You think I had something to do with that!?"

"No, NO!" she said, "You are not a suspect, I assure you...please, let me finish."

He relaxed a bit and Lindsey continued, "There are several police forces working on this, round the clock. Last week, a forensic pathologist came up with something that has pointed us to, what we feel, is a good lead.

"At first, we thought the girls had simply been beaten to death, but the autopsies showed evidence of torture...whipping and more."

Skeptically, Tommy said, "Oh...so, naturally you thought of me!"

Lindsey, speaking with authority, said, "Please, Mr. Dareson, let me finish!

"Now...the post mortems showed that there were some injuries that had healed somewhat. They also showed that some were less severe than others, indicating, we think, that the torture may have started relatively light then progressed over the next few days." 

Tommy said, "So, you think the girls were tortured to death?"

"At first, but the autopsies showed that both girls died from dehydration and malnutrition...they starved to death."

He said, "How long would that take?"

"They must have been given some water, but not a lot; probably just enough to keep them alive...barely. We estimate they lasted about a week; maybe a bit longer." she answered.

Alyssa broke in, "I still don't see how we can help."

Lindsey continued, "Well...long story short; our investigation has led us to believe that the killer is trolling for victims by using personal ads in local papers and the Internet. We have psychologists, profilers, and several other investigators who are experts in this sort of thing; and they have come up with about sixty personal ads; one of which may have been placed by the killer.

"What I was hoping, was that you might come to the station and have a look at the ads, and possibly narrow it down a bit."

"I'd really like to help," he said, "but what makes you think I can do better than your psychologists?"

She said, "It's a shot in the dark, Mr. Dareson, but what has us very concerned is that the ads are mostly current. This bastard may be hunting for a new victim—"

Just then, the phone rang, and Alyssa excused herself and went to the office to answer the call.

Tommy said, "Call me Sam please."

"Oh...okay," she said, "Kendall explained the name thing, but I still find it kind of strange."

Alyssa returned, "I'm sorry to interrupt, but it's Sadie's lawyer, from Chicago...He said it was important."

Tommy said, "Okay, I should take this...can you excuse me for a minute?"

He headed for the office while Alyssa topped off the coffees and took her seat. Sensing that Lindsey was curious, she said, "Sadie's a client; she's elderly and apparently she's not well."

Lindsey said, "Elderly? You have elderly clients here? How old is she?"

Alyssa said, "Sadie is seventy four, I think. She's special...it's a long story."

Tommy returned, and, with tears in his eyes, said, "Sadie passed away late last night."

"Aww...no..." said Alyssa as she too began to cry. She got up and hugged him for a couple of minutes while Lindsey just sat quietly watching.

As they returned to their seats, Lindsey said, "I'm sorry for your loss. She must have been very close."

"She was very special," said Tommy, "The lawyer said something odd though; he asked if I would inform Nicolette. She was supposed to be coming here soon but...damn, I was so flustered I should have asked him what he meant...I'm sorry, but you'll have to excuse me again. I have to call them back."

He went back to the office and Lindsey asked, "Who's Nicolette?"

Alyssa said, "She's Sadie's granddaughter. Apparently she gets into trouble...she's kind of a 'Paris Hilton', you know, rich, spoiled; parents never around. Sam met with Sadie a couple of days ago—"

"Okay," said Tommy, returning from the office, "I'll help you in any way I can, but could you do something for me? According to the lawyer, Nicolette left Chicago just after me; and he says she was coming here. Can you check to see if she arrived okay? She should have come in the night before last."

Lindsey said, "Okay, I'll see what I can do...I realize that you've just received some bad news, but can you come in with me now?"

He said, "Oh...well...yeah, I guess. We'll follow you in the Yukon."

The women went outside while Tommy went upstairs for his wallet. When he came out, he could see Alyssa was curiously asking the police woman about her cruiser. She started to follow him to the garage, but she seemed a little reluctant. Laughing out loud, he said, "You want to go for a ride in the cop car, don't you?

"Would you mind? I've always wanted to...since I was a kid!"

"Go ahead," he said, "It's only a fifteen minute ride, but...don't ask her to put the cuffs on!"

Mocking disappointment, she said, "Aww..." and ran back to the cruiser.

"Can I sit in the front?" she asked.

Lindsey said, "Only police personnel are allowed...yeah, go ahead. Next, you're going to want to drive!"

As Alyssa started to speak, the exasperated police woman said, "Just get in!"

Like an exited little girl, Alyssa kept turning and waving to Tommy, following in the Yukon. Finally, Lindsey asked her to sit and fasten her seat belt.

Tommy laughed out loud when he saw the lights come on and heard the siren; knowing that Alyssa had badgered the poor corporal until she finally gave in. He shook his head and chuckled some more, saying to himself, "She's a hard girl to say no to!"

Lindsey killed the lights as they turned on to the main road, "So, tell me about Sadie. I am having trouble picturing a seventy four year old woman in bondage, and all the other stuff."

Allysa said, "She's been coming almost since we started...Sadie is...was...a very powerful, and wealthy, woman in Chicago. Her family has been involved in real estate since the city was a clearing in the trees. She has lots of friends and contacts and she heard about us through one of them. She contacted Sammy and arranged to come for a meeting...

"You have to understand; Sammy is not judgmental in any way. Sadie and her husband had indulged in some private BD play. They were real close, and when he passed away she was all alone with no desire to start a new relationship, but...she had...needs.

"Sammy was so sweet; he built a special chair in which he could restrict her without causing any injury; and he was amazingly gentle with her. She was never naked; she wore this kind of body stocking thing. I helped a couple of times, once she was comfortable with me, and it was something to see her climax."

Lindsey said, "He was 'gentle' with her? So...he didn't whip her or anything?"

"Oh yes," said Alyssa, "he did, but...Sammy is an artist with these things, Lindsey. He has practiced for hours on end to make sure he knows exactly what a whip will do; how it will feel; how hard; how soft. He can hit exactly, to the millimetre, where he wants, and how he wants. With all the different women, it's a tremendous amount of work for him."

"So, he did whip her?"

Alyssa continued, "He had a special pony tail made for her. It was made from fine, human hair, like in a wig. I can't explain how nice he treated her. They had a very special relationship. Sadie was so happy...she's said, a number of times, that he saved her life...I don't think I can make you understand."

"No...actually, I think I do get it," said Lindsey, as they turned into the police station parking lot.

The Yukon pulled in moments later, and, as Tommy locked the truck and approached them, he said, "So, did you enjoy the ride?"

Alyssa said, "Oh yes...It was great, and she said I might even get to drive!"

"I did not!" protested Lindsey.

Tommy laughed and stood near the police woman, "You might as well resign yourself to the fact that, sooner or later, she's gonna drive that car."

He had long ago resigned himself to the fact that, no matter where they went, Alyssa would draw attention from most people in the room. The bustling police station was no exception. All eyes focused on her as she breezed through the main office, her light cotton dress swaying and hinting that there was little between it and nakedness.

There were led to a small room where a young man sat at a computer terminal, focusing on a large, wall mounted monitor screen.

Lindsey said, "Sam; Alyssa, this is Constable Benjamin Choi, a computer specialist on loan to us from another detachment. He'll be helping you go through the ads."

After perfunctory hand shakes, Lindsey asked if they could get started right away. She offered to get coffee, but Alyssa said, "Oh, I'll get it. Just point the way."

When she returned, she handed out the drinks then said, "Sammy, I don't think I'm going to be much help here, so I was going to wait somewhere—"

"Actually," he said, "I wonder if just the constable and I could be here. I think a lot of people would be distracting."

Lindsey said, "Oh, okay. Alyssa, why don't you come with me to my office and I'll see if I can check that flight."

With that, Tommy and Constable Choi were left alone, and after some chit chat, they got down to business. The constable would display each of the numbered, personal ads on the large screen, one at a time, while Tommy would study it, make some notes, take note of the number, and move on to the next. He was still uneasy; feeling that he wasn't really qualified for the job, but he was methodical and studied each one with great care.

In Corporal Stapleton's office, she and Alyssa were sipping coffee, "So, before, you were telling me about Nicolette..."

Alyssa said, "Oh yeah...when Sam went to see Sadie, he found her in pretty poor health, and she pretty much said that she knew she would never be back here again. It...it must have been a tough conversation for him to have; he really cared about her. Anyway, she told him about Nicolette and how her life was going into a downward spiral. Her parents had essentially given her upbringing over to 'handlers' so really Sadie was her only family."

"So, what has all that got to do with Sam?" said Lindsey.

"Well, Sadie thinks...oh...she thought...that Nicolette might get something out of a session here. I didn't get all the details of his talk with her, so I don't know exactly why she thought that, but Nicolette is, more or less, taking Sadie's place...at the ranch."

After over an hour, Tommy and Constable Choi had gotten through the entire set of personals. Tommy had him display several ads over again...then again...and again. One in particular kept jumping out at him, "Can you bring up number twenty six one more time? Last time, Benjamin, I promise."

"No problem," said Constable Choi, and re-displayed the requested ad:

"SWD Seek YSWF LUV PN. 2 SLV TRN. SMGTS"

Tommy said, "Where'd this ad come from?"

"Uh...newspaper...Hazelton Times," said Benjamin.

Tommy said, "Can you tell why this ad got flagged?"

"Uh...Just the 'SLV' thing."

"I'll be back in a minute," said Tommy, and he got up and headed for Corporal Stapleton's office. He rapped on the door then walked in, and was a little startled to see Alyssa sitting with her hands cuffed behind her.

"What the hell?"

A somewhat embarrassed Lindsey said, "Hey! Don't look at me! I just handed them to her and she put them on herself."

As the corporal got up to unlock the cuffs, Alyssa said, "I've never had real cuffs on before...I just wanted to try—"

"You're too much!" said a chuckling Tommy, shaking his head.

Alyssa said coyly, "Isn't that better than not enough?"

He walked over to her and kissed her, "Way better."

Then he turned to Lindsey and said, "How married are we to the idea that our bad guy is...a guy?"

Puzzled, Lindsey said, "Uh...Why? What do you mean?"

"Is it possible that the killer could be a woman?" he said.

"I...uh...I suppose. Why? Have you got something? She said.

"Not sure...maybe," he said, "Come have a look."

They followed him back to the viewing room where Tommy said, "Remember, I have not said that I was qualified for this, so I could be completely wrong here...but this one keeps popping out at me."

The corporal read the ad out loud, "'SWD Seek YSWF LUV PN. 2 SLV TRN. SMGTS.' Okay, what's so special about this one? "

He said, "Benjamin and I have pretty much deciphered the abbreviations...'Single White Dom Seek Young Single White Female. Luv Pain. To Slave Train.'...We're not positive, but the last part could be 'Start Mild Graduate To Severe.'"

Lindsey said, "Okay, the first part seems reasonable, but the SMGTS—"

"Yeah, it's a bit of a stretch," said Tommy, "but it fits with what your pathologist said."

The corporal picked up the phone, "Dr. McDermott? Could you come into the viewing room please?"

Before she could hang up, a short, balding man entered the room, "Yes, what is it, Corporal?"

Lindsey said, "Dr. McDermott this is...uh...Sam. I'd like you to hear what he has to say about this ad."

Tommy shook the psychologist's hand, and then asked Benjamin to put the translated version on the screen along with the original. He gave the doctor a moment to study the ad then said, "For what it's worth, I see this as being written by a female...

"The ambiguity of the 'SWD'. Could be 'Single White Dom' or 'Domme'. It does not indicate whether it's male or female. If I'm doing this I need the responder to know I'm a guy, otherwise I will waste a lot of time with people looking for a woman...and the word 'Luv'...and the whole thing is very...efficient...frugal. I don't know; it just feels like it's done by a woman."

Dr. McDermott said, "Okay...but even if you're right, why do you think this might be the perpetrator? How sure are you about the last part?"

"I'm not sure about any of it. I keep telling everybody that I have no training in this stuff, but they want my opinion so I'm giving it...but...the whole ad...Look, if I'm looking to get myself a submissive young girl, I want to be way less ambiguous. This ad, at best, is only going to attract the very naïve."

The doctor, turning to Lindsey, said, "There is obviously a lot of guesswork being applied here, but ...I would have to agree that Sam's assessment could be a possibility."

The corporal immediately picked up the phone and said to someone on the other end, "Get me someone from the advertising department of the Hazelton Times. I don't care if you have to arrest somebody; I need to speak to them now!"

Tommy said, "Don't go too nuts, okay? I'm just guessing here."

"It's better than what we had before now," said Lindsey, "We'll check it out and see where it goes...Oh, by the way, Nicolette did arrive at the airport the other night. I checked with that lawyer in Chicago and nobody has heard from her since."

"Damn!" said Tommy, "Where the hell is she?"

The phone rang and Lindsey picked up the receiver and said, "Who am I speaking to...? Okay, Mrs. Knowles, I need to check on a personal ad placed in your paper last week. The reference number is '0062543879.' Yes...Who placed it...? Was it a credit card...? Okay, hold on please."

She placed her hand over the mouthpiece and said, "She says it was a boy; around sixteen; paid cash."

"No way it was a teenager," Tommy said, "Is she sure?"

"Mrs. Knowles, how sure are you that it was that teenager...? I see. Hold again please.

"She says there were only two people in that afternoon; the kid, and right after, a girl just looking for directions."

Tommy shook his head, "I might be wrong about it being a woman, but there is no way in hell that a kid came up with this ad."

Lindsey spoke into the phone, "Okay, Mrs. Knowles, is there anything else you can remember...? Yes...Very good...yes, that may be very helpful. Thank you...Good bye.

"She just told me that she's pretty sure it was somebody local because later that afternoon somebody--she's sure it was a woman—called to make a correction...I suppose it would be easy enough, for someone trying to hide their identity, to pay a kid ten bucks to place the ad...Excuse me for one minute."

The corporal then went out and began barking orders, prompting an upsurge in activity among the staff in the office. Tommy spoke to Dr. McDermott for a bit then turned to Alyssa, "I'm really getting concerned about Nicolette. What if she got off the plane and just went and partied or something? Anything could have happened."

Alyssa said, "I'm sure she's okay. She probably just tied one on and is sleeping it off in a hotel somewhere."




The Armoire Ch. 10



Chapter 10 (The Account is Due)

"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.




The Armoire



Did I pass out? I feel that I may have but then realize that Darquesied has simply turned off the pick. It is like he could tell I was at the edge with nowhere else to go. It occurs to me that spreading my lips was the first time he had really touched me in any this.

"We'll take a partial break now, before the next set." He is not whispering now but his voice is soft and reassuring.

"Do you remember the word?" he asks.

"Philadelphia." I mumble through the gag.

"Are you using the word?"

I don't know what the heck he's talking about and it seems to me safer to say no, otherwise I may be asking for something even more intense than I have received so far. He shakes his head in what appears to be disbelief and walks away.

I feel so many different things it is difficult to focus. I ache but I'm still aroused. I am uncomfortable but I feel good at the same time. I am beginning to shiver and I realize I am leaking cold water from my vagina. I am also incredibly thirsty. I hear footsteps approaching and have to fight the urge to sob. I'm not ready to do this again. Please... not again... not yet at least.

Darquesied reappears and I see he is holding towels. He stands between my legs and begins to dry me off. The towels are wonderfully warm—obviously they've been heated. He gently caresses me; first with one towel then repeating with the other. The feeling is exquisite and peaceful —like being cradled by my mother.

He drapes the towel over me and reaches behind my head to undo the Velcro from the ball gag. With one hand he gently pulls the gag out and with the other holds a bottle of water to my lips. I finally have the ability to talk but I need the water first.

"Small sips" he says. "Take your time. You can have as much as you want."

The water is ambrosial. I can sense my entire body absorbing the drink with each sip. Champagne could not have tested better at this moment. When I get enough I look into his eyes and say; "Thank you".

"You're more than welcome" he answers as he gently slips the ball gag back in place.

"You're doing really well"; he says softly. His expression is one of admiration. He gets up and walks away.

I contemplate my lack of resistance to the replacement of the ball gag. Was I beginning to suffer from Stockholm Syndrome? Am I identifying with my abductor?

I've only been here a couple of hours but my regular life seems distant—almost a fantasy. Now seems the only reality there is. My mind drifts to thoughts of Kristel. What was she thinking when she sent me here? I think of Darquesied's odd name. I can't seem to think of anything without drifting back to what has been happening to me for the past couple of hours. There is a conundrum because the thoughts are pleasant and this confuses me.

About ten minutes pass before Darquesied returns, carrying the cattle prod. He shows me the prod and I nod in acquiescence. He unclips the cables from my wrists and ankles and, taking my arms behind me, fastens the wrist bracelets together. He points with the prod to an odd looking frame and bids me move over there.

The frame is a heavy solid looking wooden rig. It has two large square posts one on either side; each about eight feet tall and six feet apart. Across the top is a horizontal beam of equal size. It looks like a frame for a child's swing except for an additional post coming from the beam but not reaching the floor. It hangs about four feet from the floor but is solidly connected to the beam. The whole thing looks like a capital E laying on its right side.

Upon reaching the rig Darquesied puts his hands on my shoulders, gently turns me around, and guides me so my back is against the short hanging post. He reaches around and unclips my wrists and holds my arms in front. I can now see that the bracelets are of heavy leather, lined with a soft velvety material. Large, sturdy rings are embedded in both bands. Holding my wrists Darquesied begins to gently guide my arms up over my head. He pulls my arms straight and hard enough to require that I stand on my toes. Then he attaches the bracelet rings to something on the post. I need to keep standing on my toes to avoid just hanging there. The bracelets are attached to a large ring which I am able to grab with my hands to alleviate some of the strain.

Darquesied now grabs my right ankle and gently takes it off the ground. He keeps moving it up and to my side until it is virtually perpendicular to my body then he attaches the ankle bracelet to the rightmost post. I am straining a fair bit to keep standing toe-tip on my one foot. I have been silent so far but, when he grabs my left foot and begins to move it up, I let out a plaintive; "Oh my" I work out and I can do the splits but never like this. He finally gets my leg in position and attaches my ankle to the left side post. My legs are now a perfectly straight horizontal line and my privates are open and exposed like never before. I can't help but moan as my arms are beginning to ache at holding my entire weight.

He gets a length of white rope from a table and, from behind me, begins to wrap it around my thigh about four inches from my crotch. He then brings the rope around the back of the post and wraps my other thigh. He does this several times around one thigh, back and around the post, then the other thigh. The post only comes down to the small of my back so there must be a ledge or slot for the rope to fit in. The rope is fairly snug but not overly tight.

Darquesied speaks softly into my ear; "I need you to grab the ring and pull yourself up just a little bit."

Without hesitation I do as he asks—damned Stockholm Syndrome. As I do he pulls hard on the rope and it tightens dramatically. When I ease off the ring I can feel that the rope is taking some of my weight now and it is easier on my arms but my hips are now completely immobilized.

"Now I need to do something that you are not going to like at all but it is necessary so you never forget your time here." Darquesied is holding a butane torch in one hand and a metal rod with something on one end. He holds the items in front of me and ignites the torch. He uses the torch to heat up the end of the rod. As the end of the rod begins to glow a dull red I can see it is the letters "DS". It now hits me like a train wreck... he's going to brand me!

"NO... NO... Please NO" I am screaming with all my breath. I know he can hear me. He can't do this.

"Please don't do this" I begin to sob.

He puts out the torch and places it and the iron back on the table and picks up something black.

"It's best that you don't see this." He speaks with the tone of a doctor about to give a little girl her first needle. As he speaks he places the blindfold over my eyes.

I hear him relight the torch and realize that he is holding the iron right in front of me as I can feel the warmth as he holds the flame on the end. I can imagine it getting hotter and hotter is it goes from dull red to blazing white. I hear the flame stop and I sob harder and scream louder; "NO... NO... PLEASE DON'T!"

"Brace yourself now. It won't last long but it has to be done." Darquesied sounds almost apologetic. I feel some heat near the sole of my right foot. Suddenly he makes contact—hard. The pain is monstrous. I scream from my stomach and all my insides. The pain is so intense that in my mind I cannot tell if it is hot or cold. I can smell smoke and the unmistakable odour of burning flesh. He removes the iron and the pain subsides a bit. I can imagine the horrible scar left by the iron and it must have destroyed the nerve endings because I cannot feel the actual pain much anymore. How could he have done this? He had been so gentle and kind to me just minutes before. How could he have done this? I am still crying but less from pain and more from fear mixed with sadness and disappointment.

"There, there. It's over now. It will be okay in a minute or so and it looks very nice."

"BASTARD!" I scream. Gag or no gag, I know he can hear me. I truly hate this man now and somehow I will make him pay. The fact that I can feel a renewed arousal makes me resent him even more.

After a minute or so I can hear him moving things around and it seems he is sliding something along the floor and beneath me. He moves to me and gently removes the blindfold. I'd spit in his face if I could. He wipes a terry cloth over my mouth and I realize that I am drooling like a Saint Bernard. It is exasperating to be this helpless and under someone else's control. This man can make my body react the way he wants; when he wants. My unceasing arousal adds to my feeling of self loathing. I should be able to control at least that; no matter what the situation.

Darquesied walks to the table and returns with a flogger in hand. This one looks bigger than the horse hair one I enjoyed... I mean the one he used earlier. Like before he does not say a word.

He holds the flogger before me and I can see that it is leather not horse hair. He begins to spin the flogger in a circle around his wrist—like a baton twirler. While still spinning the flogger he moves behind me and I become aware of the sound, rhythmic like before; swoosh... swoosh... swoosh... SLAP. The first strike is at the side of my knee and I react like I was splashed in the face with ice water. The sound is sharp, like a hand striking a face and it stings much more than the hair of the other flogger. "Uhnnnn..." He keeps up the rhythm, moving along my leg towards my butt; every fourth swoosh is a hit. I find myself following his cadence; breath... breath... breath... "Uhnnnn..." When he gets to my butt he lingers, striking several times. The sting is intense at the part of my body being struck but, once he moves on, the feeling becomes tingly and electric—much stronger than when on the barrel.

He finishes at the other knee and now circles around to my front. Again he starts at the knee and moves toward my crotch. My breathing is becoming short like before and my heart has begun to race again. I am definitely aroused but it seems to come and go, fueled by the electric tingle then subdued by the pain of the whip. The tingle is momentary, changing quickly to pins and needles then to a severe and painful itching. This is much, much more painful than the other and I brace myself as he nears my crotch anticipating the agony to come. But he skips over to the other leg and continues to my knee. My legs and butt feel like they are covered with angry fire ants. The painful blows are a relief as they grab my focus from the itching torment of my legs and ass. My arousal is now in a holding pattern.

Now he moves to my tummy, never deviating from the rhythm. I can feel tears flowing freely and my heart is pounding along with my head. "Uhnnnnnnnn..." The moan is constant and unstoppable save for short, gasping breaths. He moves up to my breasts. Swoosh... swoosh... swoosh... SLAP. Like my butt he lingers here. The blows are agonizing especially when he hits my nipples; which are rock hard... not helping! Suddenly he moves the whip to my crotch. The first hit makes me gasp and hold my breath. Then five sharp blows, one after the other, land squarely on my outstretched vagina. Then he stops and walks directly to the table.

I exhale with that guttural; "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

Darquesied returns with something that looks like a flashlight with a clear plastic probe on its end. The probe is about four inches long and a half inch around. He holds it in front of me then presses a button under his index finger. The probe turns to neon blue and I can see tiny sparks racing up and down the plastic. He touches it to my breast just beside the nipple.

"Iiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee..." The jolt tenses my whole body and the area he touched feels as though a hundred tiny rough fingers have reached into my breast and are attempting to tickle me hard from the inside. He moves to the other breast and hits the button. Each jolt makes me gasp hard and hold my breath. My body clenches and tries to force the fingers out like a constipated man who hasn't crapped for a week. He moves to one armpit then the other. Then back to my breast but right against the side of my nipple. "SHIT... SHIT... SHIT!!!"

He moves the wand to my belly button and pulls the trigger. "Guhddddddddddddd..." It feels like I am being punched in the gut with a bed of nails. Darquesied moves the probe to my crotch and slowly slides it in my vagina about two inches... and hits the button. My body clenches then immediately spasms uncontrollably. I cannot breathe at all. He releases the button but does not remove the probe. He looks into my eyes and I beg; "Please... no more!" He pulls the trigger again then releases and removes the probe. I can breathe again but gasping as though I had run 10 blocks. My heart and head are still pounding and I feel very warm. Darquesied kneels and begins to fiddle with the device on the floor beneath me.

I strain to look down and see a black box, about the size of a large breadbox. It has a rod projecting vertically from its centre pointed directly at my stretched out crotch. It is difficult to make out but the end of the rod appears to be fixed with a rubber dildo. Darquesied squeezes some sort of jelly out of a tube and applies it to the fixture then he uses a wheel on the side to raise the rod until it just touches my labia. Even this light touch causes me to clench. He adjusts the position a bit then continues to elevate the rod, slowly forcing it into my hole. It feels... not bad. I was already fairly well lubricated so it slides in smoothly and I know that under different circumstance I could really enjoy this thing.

"Does that hurt?" He asks softly.

I nod no before I realize what I am doing. Should I have said yes or would he just move it around until I said it was okay? Darquesied hits a switch on the box.

The probe moves in and out slowly. He has placed it so it doesn't go too deep, in fact... it is just right. The sensation is not entirely unpleasant. I close my eyes and I am moaning again but not the same as before; "Mmmmmmmmmm" Darquesied obviously knows what he's doing.

My eyes snap open as he touches that wand thing against my nipple. It's a good jolt but not as bad as before. He turns a little wheel and hits me again watching my eyes all the while. This jolt is less again and seems to augment the sensation of the dildo moving diligently in and out of my vagina. With a satisfied look he moves the wand down to my crotch. He touches it to my clit and pulls the trigger. "MMMMMMMMMMMM" My whole body clenches and it feels like the dildo is touching the inside of my entire abdomen. He hits the button with every plunge and releases with each withdrawal. I am getting very wet and that arousal has finally decided to attempt a landing.

He stops the activity with the wand and hooks it to his belt. Now he moves to the table and returns with what looks like a flashlight with a knobby ball on the end. Like the other toys he holds it in front of me and pulls the trigger. I can hear the distinctive buzz of a vibrator. Darquesied now kneels and hits another switch on the black box. 

My breathing speeds up as I feel the dildo begin to vibrate. I can feel my heart begin to race even more, partly with anticipation of the orgasm beginning to emerge from some deep recess of my body. The torment of the whip has changed and it seems like it has now focused on my vagina. Everybody is in the pool!

Darquesied touches the other vibrator to my clit and hits the switch. My eyes close as if by reflex; "Ohhhhhhhhhhh... gawd". With his free hand he grabs the wand from his belt and touches it to my nipples; one then the other; with short pulls on the button. In my mind I can picture little bolts of lightning cascading across my breasts. My body clenches. He presses the vibrator harder against my clit. I gasp in hard and hold my breath. The orgasm comes out of nowhere. It is epic!

Darquesied reaches down to the box quickly and speeds up the dildo. I am trying to press against the vibrator but the ropes allow little movement. Sensing this Darquesied presses the vibrator harder and increases the speed. As I begin to come the spasms are monumental. I am completely out of control and my body is shuddering and pulling hard against the restraints. It feels like it will never stop and I don't want it to. Spasm after spasm seems to strike every muscle. The jolts to my nipples are stronger and longer and are in tune with the spasms. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Huge, noisy gasp of air and; "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." 

My vagina now becomes very sensitive and I twitch violently with the dildo's persistent plunges. Darquesied ceases his activity with the wand and removes the vibrator. He switches off the vibration of the dildo and slowly turns the speed down until it stops. Carefully he turns the knob to lower the dildo until it exits my hole and even this causes me to spasm. My mind is a fog of sounds and smells and sensations. I am so thoroughly drained I could sleep right here hanging from this frame. Through the fog I realize that Darquesied is speaking.

"... break now." I only catch the bit at the end.

"Huh?"

Speaking very softly he repeats; "I said that I know on the phone you said you wanted to go longer but I think we should take a full break now."

Weakly through the gag I agree; "Yes, please."

He has moved the device from beneath me and moved a platform in its place.

He stands in front of me and asks; "Can you lift yourself up a bit?"

I look into his eyes and he realizes the absurdity of the question; "Oh, of course... Pardon my hand"

He places his hand and forearm under my butt and lifts me then, with one sharp pull, undoes the finishing knot in the rope. Another two pulls and the rope is removed. He gently lowers me and immediately goes to the rightmost post and frees my ankle, supporting my leg as it lowers to the platform. Quickly he does the same with the left. Seeing that I am unable to stand, he moves into me and places his arm around my waist. He lifts me off the platform, reaches up and frees my wrists. My arms fall naturally around his neck. He picks up my legs with his free arm and carries me about twenty feet to a small room.

There is a lush sofa by the wall with a white, terry robe draped on it at one end. Darquesied places me gently on the robe and closes it around me. Kneeling, he carefully removes the ball gag then offers me some water, softly reminding me to take small sips. He removes the leather bracelets from my ankles then reaches through the robe and lifts my arms so he can remove the wrist bracelets. Lowering my arms he readjusts the robe to cover me. I realize that I am dripping wet with sweat from head to toe. Darquesied gets up and goes to another adjacent room. He returns in a minute and reaches out his hands to me. My legs are still shaky but I reach through the robe to take his hands and he gently pulls me to an unsteady standing position. He turns and with great care, supporting most of my weight, he guides me to the other room.

The room is a bathroom of sorts. Not a regular bathroom but more like one you might find in a spa. There is a beautiful, large open shower with the water already running. Darquesied leads me to it and then moves behind me and slips off the robe. I step into the shower and under the spray. The water is luscious, just the right temperature. The cascade is soft, like a warm rain—I could stay here forever.

I sense that Darquesied has stepped in to the shower with me. I turn my head a bit and see that he too is naked. It stands to reason that he would be terribly horny from the recent activities so I brace myself expecting that he plans to have his way with me right here. Instead he reaches to a shelf and grabs a shampoo bottle, squeezes out a glob then says; "Step back a bit please."




The Armoire



I do as requested so my head is out of the stream and he applies the shampoo and begins to message my scalp. It is very soothing. Getting more shampoo he continues with the rest of the hair hanging down my back.

Softly into my ear he asks me to step back into the water. I move my hands up to rinse but he moves them back down and says; "I'll take care of it."

I step back and he repeats the process then back in to rinse. He asks me to step back again and begins to lather me up from the back. Across my shoulders; down my arms; up and down my back; over my butt; between my cheeks; between my legs; then down to my feet. He gently turns me and does the same to my front, messaging my shoulders then around my breasts, down my tummy, over the groin, between my legs and down to my feet. With a bit more effort he could easily turn me on but I can see that this is not sexual—he is simply cleaning me. It is the most exquisite shower I have ever had. I step back into the water and rinse off. He reaches forward and turns off the water then motions for me to step out onto a bathmat.

"It's warm." I remark.

"In floor heating." He answers.

He dresses himself in seconds then begins to dry me off with wonderfully heated towels. Like before he repeats the drying with a second warm towel. Then he reaches for a tube of Vitamin E gel on the cabinet, squeezes out a healthy amount and begins to rub it all over me. Slowly over my back then down to my butt, messaging the gel into my cheeks with the patience and skill of a professional. More gel then down the back of my legs; back up then between my legs. He gets another handful the moves to my breasts, gently messaging from the base and spiraling slowly to my nipples; messaging them between his thumb and forefinger. I cannot describe how nice this feels or how turned on I am. If he wants me now he will encounter little resistance. Instead he continues to message the gel in until it is completely absorbed.

I realize that none of this is sexual, at least for him at this time. It is pampering; his way of gently and slowly bringing me down from the intense high I just experienced in the frame and on the barrel. Darquesied does this very, very well.

Now he gets a new robe and beckons for me to slip my arms in then slides it up and over my shoulders. He turns me around gently and closes the robe and does up the belt. Taking my hand he leads me back to the sofa and motions for me to sit.

"You just relax here and I'll get your clothes. How are you feeling?"

His query snaps my mind to the memory of the hot iron on my foot. I can't really feel it anymore but the image in my mind is vivid. I raise my head to look at him and tears begin to well up. I begin to sob and blubber; "You BRANDED me!"

"Oh that. Just a second" His tone is apathetic; like he's addressing a minor complaint from a child.

He goes back to the bathroom and returns with a hand mirror. He kneels down, pulls my right foot up and positions the mirror so I can see the bottom of my foot. "What do you think?" He sounds like he's showing me a new pair of shoes.

I close my eyes, afraid to look. I can only imagine the how ugly the "DS" scarring my foot will be. Deep in the back of my mind I wonder why "DS"? I wipe away the tears and look into the mirror.

There's nothing there! No scar. Not even a mark of any kind. Was it the other foot? No, I'm sure it was the right.

"How...??"

"Trick of the trade." He says with a smile. "Just part of the package."

As he gets up and moves towards the bathroom I ask; "Why would you do such a thing? It frightened me so much." 

He answers from the bathroom; "I sensed you were getting out of the scenario. I don't know... too complacent maybe. I'm not sure how to explain it... have you ever heard of Stockholm Syndrome?"

I look away and cringe a bit; "Yes, I have heard of that."

"I felt I needed to get you back into the scenario. I needed you to be a little scared... even hate me a bit. But if it bothered you that much why didn't you use the out word?"

Confused I ask; "What 'out' word?"

"Oh come now. Remember; 'Philadelphia'. Any time you feel the need all you have to do is say 'Philadelphia' and everything stops. It's a word I can easily make out, even through a gag. We went over this in great detail on the phone."

Through my tears I shout; "We never spoke on the phone!"

I can see he is surprised. "Excuse me?" 

I repeat; "We never spoke on the phone. It was my boss who arranged the appointment."

He is visibly shaken and confused. "But why did you come here then?"

"I thought I was coming to look at a handmade armoire."

He sits down hard in a chair across from the sofa; "You mean you had no idea what was actually going to happen?"

"I thought I was going to be looking at furniture."

"Oh Jesus! I am usually so careful. I...I rarely make appointments by phone and even then only with clients I know real well. I mean she said she was you and... and said you... er... she was referred by a client who I've known for a long while. My God! You must have been terrified!"

I look at him and begin to cry. He comes and sits beside me and I rest my head on his shoulder and sob uncontrollably. I think he's crying a bit as well as he softly whispers; "I'm so sorry."

A couple of minutes pass and I regain my composure. Sitting up I ask; "What is this place exactly? What do you do here?"

Darquesied gets up and returns to the chair across from me.

"People—well... women—come here for sessions involving... uh... fantasies or needs. There all different. They pay for sessions where they can indulge themselves in a safe environment without fear of ridicule or judgment. I guess it's like a spa except... different."

He sounds a bit like he's reading from a sales brochure; "How much do they pay?"

"A regular session is five thousand dollars."

Five thousand dollars! Holy crap! A hundred more questions race through my brain. Who are these women? Why would they want to pay to get their asses whipped? Actually, I kind of get that one. After a moment of incredulity I ask; "Was my 'session' paid for?"

"Oh yes... In most cases, especially a new client, I insist that the cash is couriered up well before the session date."

I know Kristel is quite wealthy but five grand—holy shit!

I've always done a good job for her and I've never complained about the crap she constantly dishes out. In spite of that she was willing to pay that much to do this to me? I cannot get my head around that kind of venom. I am deeply hurt that anyone would harbour that kind of abhorrence toward me. I look down and mutter; "She must really hate me."

"Or really love you." Counters Darquesied.

I am surprised by that but I get his point. This experience had its moments and, if I had been here voluntarily, I think I would have enjoyed the whole thing. I am astounded at my rationale and shake my head to refocus.

"How long does a 'regular session' usually last?"

He leans back in his chair and responds; "On average, probably about thirty six hours."

I am astonished; "You mean people pay you to whip and torment them for thirty six hours straight?"

"No, no, no. That's only part of it. First of all there's more than just the flogging or toy play. There's the bondage itself; the perceived loss of control. Giving yourself over to someone and allowing them, for a time, to control your destiny can be quite sensual in itself—providing you can absolutely trust that someone. If you recall, the whipping and torment were a relatively small portion of what you experienced during the sets. You have to agree that some activities were at least a little pleasurable and that's not to say that the whipping and other stuff were just about pain."

He is not entirely wrong but I do not respond.

Darquesied continues; "They are all different but in a typical session a woman may arrive and we might chat for a bit or have breakfast—whatever. Sometimes it's role playing. We may just stay in the house for that. Then we may come to the shop for a set or two, depending on her requests. Sometimes it's a scenario like yours... well... like yours was supposed to be. Sometimes it's just doing a few things that she likes or maybe trying something new. After that we might go back to the house for lunch; maybe she has a little nap. Sometimes she might go riding—I have four horses here in the back field."

He waits for me to interject but I do not so he continues; "The point is that it's about the woman. It's whatever she wants. She knows she can come here to an environment of complete safety where no one will hurt her. It can be an outlet for suppressed emotions or maybe, for her, there is no other time or place in her life where she can be who she really wants to be."

"No one will hurt her?" I snap sarcastically.

"That's right." He insists. "The pain that may accompany a set involving a flogger or a cane or one of the other toys, is aimed at creating an intense emotional and physical response within a woman's body and mind. In my experience many women crave these experiences but have no other opportunity, other than here, to really feel what they are capable of feeling."

I am trying to take this all in and so far it is difficult to disagree.

Darquesied continues; "It is important that you understand; I truly love all the women who come here. I consider it a privilege to be part of what they are experiencing and to witness them genuinely allow themselves to go to the edge. I am flattered... no... honoured that they trust me unequivocally to act as a guide. I would never breach that trust. To go beyond the edge; and for every woman it's different; to go beyond that, or to actually hurt them, would completely defeat the purpose of this place and who I am."

He pauses, waiting for me to say something but, again, I do not. I can tell that he thinks I'm just not getting it and, clearly exasperated, he stops trying.

"Okay. You just relax here and I'll get your clothes."

He gets up and begins to leave the room and I suddenly blurt out; "I have one more question."

"Yes, of course. What is it?"

I pause a bit then ask; "Do you ever... uh... you know... have relations with them?"

He turns at the doorway; "You mean intercourse or oral, that kind of thing?"

"Yes." I can sense that I am blushing a little.

"It depends. With a few women... yes. It's a decision that we both have to agree on; both the limits and the context. I consider love making to be pretty special so I wouldn't do it just to get my rocks off, if you know what I mean."

Good answer.

He turns and continues out of the room. As he leaves he points to a bureau by the wall and says; "If you would like to put on some fresh undergarments, there are some in that dresser."

I get up and open the top drawer. It is full of brand new panties—not cheap crap either but good ones like a woman would buy for herself. I pick out a nice white pair in my size, remove the packaging, and slide them on. They are a perfect fit but, oddly, they feel a bit confining. I sit down and begin to ponder his name. Sam Darquesied. Obviously not his real name. Instantly it comes to me. Quite simple really and I laugh a little out loud just as he comes back.

"It's nice to hear you laugh. What's so funny?"

"I just figured out your name and now I get the 'DS' on the iron."

He laughs too; "Oh yeah. It's a bit lame but it's the only thing I could think of that kinda fit and still sounded like a real name."

He hands me my clothes, all neatly folded and stacked, as well as two large shopping bags.

"You can put the robes and towels in the bags. They are yours to keep of course."

He leaves the room again allowing me to dress in private. It's seems a little odd that this man, who has seen more of me than my mother, affords me this privacy.

"Are you decent? He shouts from outside the room.

"Yes, thanks." I respond.

Darquesied re-enters and sits in his chair putting his head in his hands. About twenty seconds of silence pass then he lifts his head and says; "So what are we going to do about this?"

I sit again and respond; "What do you mean?"

"Well, no matter how you feel right now, the fact remains that this 'Kristel' has done a terrible thing to you. Most likely you could sue or possibly even pursue criminal proceedings."

I mull that over for a moment then respond; "At this point I'm not really sure what to do."

"Well whatever you choose to do I will support you in any way that I can. If you need a witness I will of course make myself available at any time."

"Wouldn't that land you in trouble as well?" I'm a little surprised that I said that but I actually am concerned.

He answers; "Well, to the best of my knowledge nothing I do here is illegal. Everything is consensual, notwithstanding your visit today, so I don't think I'd go to jail or anything. Remember, I was duped the same as you. However; I think it's safe to say I'd be out of business."

The fact is I wasn't even thinking about Kristel until he mentioned it. After all that I had just experienced she seemed thoroughly unimportant. I almost feel worse for him than I do for myself. He seems genuinely violated. 

If the opportunity to put Darquesied out of business arose at the time of the "branding" I would have done so in a heartbeat but now it seems terribly unfair.

I change the subject; "Can I ask you something?

"Of course."

I continue; "If I was here for a regular session, consensually, what would we be doing now?"

He is obviously surprised by the question and has to take a moment to think; "Oh... well... um... it would depend a bit. You were, and I suspect still are, pretty exhausted when we stopped so I would have taken you to the house and shown you to your room. I think you may have wanted to rest or take a nap. If so that would have been fine. If not then we would have most likely had lunch. We might have discussed what you wanted to do with the rest of your stay. It's kind of hard to be specific. As I said; everyone is different."

I look straight into his eyes and, in my most serious tone, ask; "Am I to understand that I am free to go?"

His eyes change to a look of sadness; "Of course... you always were."

He looks at the floor for a moment then back up to me and asks; "Is there anything I can do before you go?"

Surely Darquesied does owe me something for what has transpired but I realize the real culprit is Kristel... still; "Yes there is."

He immediately responds; "Anything."

"Explain the freaking branding thing!" I demand.

"But that's a trade secret." He says with a laugh.

I stare at him in mock disbelief... and he relents.

"It's something I saw in a movie and thought it would be interesting to try here sometime. If it means anything, you were the first."

I actually take a little pride in that.

Darquesied continues; "What I did was first set it into your head that it was real and inevitable by heating up the iron in front of you where you could see. Your brain tends to create its own reality based on what you see and what you anticipate. In this case you anticipated the pain of the hot iron hitting your flesh. After blindfolding you all I had to do was reinforce the notion by holding the iron close enough for you to feel some heat. What I actually did was put the torch on a table and the iron in a little stand in front of the flame. Meantime I retrieved another iron out of the freezer and a pork chop out of the fridge. When the hot iron was ready I held it near your foot so you would feel that heat then I switched and hit you with the iron from the freezer and at the same time hit the pork chop with the hot iron. Your preconception along with the smoke and burning smell caused your brain to do the rest."

I am picturing him scurrying about attempting to perpetrate this chicanery and laugh at the vision. I look into his eyes trying to get myself to dislike this man but it is fruitless. 

I keep looking into his eyes for a moment then stand up, grab the shopping bags, and walk out of the room towards the entry to the studio. It is quite a heavy door and is securely locked. Darquesied has followed me and reaches in front to unbolt the door. As it swings open I am startled by the brightness of the day. The sun is high in the sky so it must be around noon. I thought I had been here much longer.

Darquesied and I walk to my car and he opens the driver's door. Taking the shopping bags from me he places them in the back seat. He holds the door as I get in then, once he is assured that I am clear, closes the door. He raps on the window and I roll it down allowing him to hand me a card.

"I cannot convey to you how sorry I am at what has happened. If there's ever anything I can do please do not hesitate to call."

With that he gives me a little wave goodbye and walks back to the house. I open the sunroof and lay my head back, close my eyes and bask in the warmth and the fresh air. I can't help thinking about my experience in the "shop" and how, on at least two occasions over the past two hours, I felt more alive that ever before in my life. All the little minor annoyances of everyday life seem so utterly unimportant now. It is like the past two hours were my real life, the one I was supposed to live, and all the time before was just treading water.

"Okay, that's it." I say out loud as I get out of the car, slam the door and walk briskly towards the house. I don't know why but just before I reach the stoop it suddenly dawns on me what "Chicago" was about. I hit the side of my head with my hand; "Idiot!" I say out loud and start to laugh. I continue up the stoop and rap hard on the door.

Darquesied opens the door momentarily and, a little surprised, asks; "Did you forget something?"

I look him straight in the eye and, in my most serious tone, I say; "So... what's for lunch?"

He smiles warmly and answers; "Please, come in... I'll see what I can whip up."