1 comments/ 26581 views/ 3 favorites Family of Three Ch. 01 By: dgharis ONE A cabin in the woods; the master bedroom, upstairs. I'm lying on the bed in the dark; I cannot move, speak, or see. She moans; she is near me, but in the same condition. Perhaps I should start from the beginning; it would be easier to understand that way ... ---------- Call me Jane; that will do. I'm a normal Caucasian female from a normal family, five foot six, one hundred ten pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, average looks. I got good grades in school, graduated college with a business degree, moved out west, and got a good job. I saved up a bit, got a little place and some furniture; I'm doing well. As for how I got into bondage, I grew up with it. The westerns, with the pretty heroine tied up by the dastardly villain, only to be rescued by the handsome hero; you get the picture. I always identified with the heroine; held captive, at the mercy of some evil man. Exciting stuff. I never had the chance to indulge my fantasy in school; most of the guys were too straight, boring, or downright creepy. Not even in college, although there were one or two guys I had sex with. But once I got a job, my own place, and learned about the internet I was ready to go. I surfed the net constantly, marveling at all the material out there. All kinds of stuff, from outfits to bonds to whips to whatever. And examples abounded; thousands of photos and videos. I made a few discreet purchases; once the packages arrived I was all set. ---------- Friday night, after work. A nice leisurely supper, followed by a hot shower and hot coffee. I had prepared the day before by filling a small Tupperware container with water, tying the handcuff keys to a length of string, putting the keys in the container, and sticking it in the freezer; the idea is that you can't get free until the ice melts. It's a common method for self bondage, which is what I was about to do. After I finished my coffee I retrieved the container from the freezer and headed into the bedroom. I stripped down to my panties, then sat down on the bed. I had tied lengths of rope to the footboard and headboard and tied a pair of handcuffs to each of them. I locked one pair around my ankles, then set the container on the floor next to the bed and tied the other end of the string to my thumb. Next I put a vibrator down the front of my panties so that it was up against my pussy, then strapped a ball gag into my mouth and slipped a sleep mask over my eyes. I switched the vibrator on and laid back, locking my wrists in the second pair of handcuffs above my head. Now all I had to do was lie back and enjoy the ride. I tried the cuffs; no give. I couldn't get my hands or feet free or pull my hands down far enough to get the blindfold or gag off, let alone reach the vibrator. I relaxed and laid back to wait, while the vibrator did its work. It worked all too well. I was aroused, nipples hard, pussy wet, flushed, and breathing heavily as it brought me ever closer to the edge. I resisted, trying to hold back, but it was relentless; finally I climaxed with a shudder. It seems I miscalculated. I was sure the ice would be melted in a few minutes; wrong. I tugged at the container; nope, still frozen. The vibrator kept right on humming; I could not escape it, no matter how I wiggled and squirmed. I climaxed again. And again. And again ... I was exhausted, sweating, panting, chest heaving; still the damn vibrator kept right on humming. If I ever catch that Energizer bunny I'll kill him for sure. And still the damned ice wasn't melted. I screamed, moaned, pleaded, whined, and whimpered, all to no avail; my remorseless friend kept right on going. An interminable time later the keys finally came free and I could pull them in. I had lost track of time, of climaxes; I was exhausted, spent. I got my hands free, then immediately pulled the vibrator out and switched it off. Finally; I lay back on the bed and immediately dropped off to sleep. In the morning I finished freeing myself, used the bathroom, then promptly climbed back into bed. Around noon I finally stirred enough to get up, dress, and fix some lunch. While I ate I reviewed the night's events. First, I had seriously underestimated both the length of time it would take to melt the ice and the strength of the batteries in the vibrator. If anything had happened, well, I would have been in deep trouble. As it was I was still weak and sore from it. On the plus side I had had at least ten and possibly as many as fifteen climaxes; I didn't really know, but I never dreamed I could be pleasured for that long. Wow. I spent the rest of the day lounging and surfing the net; no more for me for a while, thanks. ---------- I had been poking around on the net when something caught my eye; I read it and found it intriguing. In retrospect I probably should have been more cautious, but I wasn't thinking that far ahead. There was a wooded area near where I lived, about ten minutes away by car. It was privately owned, but not posted, so I didn't think anyone would mind if I had a little fun there. A nice warm sunny Saturday afternoon; I put my things in the car and drove out there. I had Googled it; there was a cabin at the end of the road. About halfway up the road was a little trail which wound through the wood past a pond to the cabin; that would be perfect for what I had in mind. I parked my car where the trail met the road. I figured I would have the place to myself; I had been here a couple of times before and never saw anyone here. (The fact that the trail's existence implied that it was in use didn't enter my head.) I had both sets of car keys with me; I took one set and headed up the trail. By the pond I found a particularly large tree; I tied a loop of string to the keys and hung them on a low branch, then headed back to my car. Back at the car. After a look around to make sure I was alone I opened the trunk, undressed, and laid my clothes in the trunk. One pair of handcuffs connected by a short chain went around my ankles; I could only take baby steps now. Another pair of handcuffs was locked to a chain around my waist behind my back. A leather gag with a thick insert went into my mouth; a padlock secured it. Weighted clamps went on my nipples; a lubed dildo into my pussy, secured with another chain through my crotch and locked to the waist chain. Just to add a little more spice I hung a sign around my neck; it read "If you can catch me, you can have me." Almost ready. I checked to make sure that I had all the necessary keys to the bonds, then laid them in the trunk. I locked the car, then put the car keys in the trunk as well. A last check; I shut the trunk. I reached around to the handcuffs behind me, then locked my wrists in them. All set. I tested everything; all secure. I was naked, hobbled, hands locked to my waist, penetrated, nipples clamped, and gagged. Totally at the mercy of anyone who happened along; my nipples hardened at the thought of someone finding me this way. The only way I could get free was to walk to the tree, retrieve the car keys, and walk back to the car. I walked around the car for a bit, savoring the moment, then set off up the trail. First lesson; a day which seems merely warm when you're fully clothed can be really hot when you're naked. By the time I was halfway up the trail I was sweating profusely and on my way to a good sunburn. Memo to self; next time, lots of sunscreen. More education; a trail which is easy to walk when your legs are free and you're wearing shoes may not be so easy when you're barefoot and hobbled. I fell half a dozen times on the way; on my butt, my side, my face. I was thoroughly dirty and scraped up by the time I got near the pond. I froze; someone was coming down the trail toward me. My heart started pounding; I could hear him walking steadily along. I scurried off into the bushes and peeked out; there were the keys, but could I get them before whoever it was came into sight? No. He came into sight; a young man, early thirties. Medium height and build, short sleeve cotton shirt, cargo pants, hiking boots. Clean shaven, nice face. Brown hair and eyes. I ducked out of sight as he approached, praying that he didn't see me. The keys! He spotted them and walked over to them, then looked around. Oh my God; suppose he took them? I would have to follow him, put myself at his mercy. My knees went weak and my heart sank; I was frantic, near panic. Please leave them; please don't take them; please don't find me ... He took them off the branch and looked around; I nearly buckled. No, you can't take them! Please don't take them; please put them back. I willed him to put them back, prayed for him to replace them, to leave me in peace. He hung them back on the branch, looked around once more, then turned and headed back up the trail. I nearly fainted with relief; thank you, thank you, thank you. I waited a few more minutes, then crept out of the bushes with my heart in my mouth. Suppose he was still there, watching, waiting ... I stumbled over to the tree and snatched the keys, then turned and hobbled back down the trail in a blind panic. I was sure he was watching me, following me, ready to grab me. And I could do nothing about it; if he did he could do anything he wanted to me; my sign even gave him permission. The car; I stopped at the edge of the woods and looked around. No sign of him, or anyone else. I hobbled out and fumbled around until I had the right key and slipped it into the trunk lock. A few minutes later I was free and throwing my clothes on, then I jumped into the car and drove off in a literal cloud of dust. What an experience! Once I got home it took me a couple of hours to calm down; that had been close. Funny; I kept fantasizing about his finding me, taking me, using me. The thought made me wet and horny, but I would never do it, not with a complete stranger; that was just a fantasy. The real surprise came at work on Monday morning; a dozen roses, with a card that read "Hope you enjoyed yourself. Regards, Alex." I sat back, bemused. He had been watching! Following me! He knew who I was, where I worked. Could he be stalking me? I decided that was unlikely. He had probably found my car and run my plates, then Googled me and found out where I worked. He was teasing me, toying with me. I was intrigued, frankly; I wanted to see how this played out. ---------- I didn't hear anything more from him. I did decide not to engage in my hobby outside my house again; no more close encounters. I didn't give it up, though. The next time I decided to do something a little more involved; okay, a lot more involved. I made the usual preparations; the Tupperware container, with one end of a length of chain frozen in it. In my garage I had installed an eyebolt in the ceiling, with two more on the floor under it about four feet apart. I started Saturday morning by removing all my clothes and locking them and the keys to my bonds in the bedroom closet. I took the bondage gear out to the garage and left it by the eyebolts for the moment. I locked the closet key in the trunk of my car. My car keys I left on top of my bedroom dresser; I locked the door on the way out. I locked the bedroom key in the desk in the study; the desk key went into the glove compartment of the car, which was not locked. I got the container out of the freezer and headed out to the garage. A lubed vibrator in my rear; a larger one in my pussy. A leather harness around my waist and through my crotch to hold them in place, secured with a padlock. A large ball gag in my mouth. A leather collar locked around my neck. Shackles around my ankles. A pair of handcuffs locked to the rear of the harness around my waist. Clamps on my nipples. Now for the finishing touches. I fed the chain from the Tupperware container through the eyebolt on the ceiling and padlocked the free end to my collar. A discipline hood over my head, zipped up in back. I reached in and turned on the vibrators, then locked my wrists in the handcuffs behind me. All done. I stood in my garage, naked, chained, and unable to do more than hop a short distance. The vibrators began their sinister work; I began to grow warm. More than warm; I was sweating, panting, fully aroused; a shudder as I climaxed. The vibrators kept right on going, oblivious to my need for rest, for a pause, even to catch my breath; another climax; another ... About four climaxes later the container slipped off the ice, bouncing off my back and dousing me with ice cold water. I tried pulling away from the eyebolt; nope, the remaining chunk of ice was still too large to fit through the hole. A new element to my predicament; every time my wanderings took me under the eyebolt I was rewarded with ice water dripping on my body, ensuring that my mind didn't wander. Finally the chain pulled through the eyebolt; I could move. I dropped to my knees, then fell over on my side as another climax swept over me. I lay there panting for a while, then struggled to my feet. The next step was to get the key out of the glove compartment. Not so easy when you can't see or use your hands, though. I couldn't find the car. You'd think that wouldn't be a problem; after all a car is pretty big and fills most of a single car garage. Try it blindfolded and bound sometime; it was several minutes before I bumped into it. I felt around a bit; ah, there's the bumper. I worked my way around to the passenger side. Suddenly the collar brought me up short, nearly pulling me off my feet; what the hell? I tried moving away from the car; again I was brought up short. What could be holding me back? I knelt, then felt around until I found the chain. I tugged on it; no give. What was holding it? I followed the chain toward the car; a tire. Ah, that's it; it's caught under the tire. A couple of minutes of tugging on it freed it; I got back to my feet and worked my way back to the car door. Finally I got the car door open, then crawled onto the front seat and lay there while another climax racked my body. I was growing weak; if I didn't get free soon ... I maneuvered around until I was kneeling on the seat facing the rear of the car, then felt around for the door to the glove compartment. There's the button; I pressed it and the door popped open. Frustration; I couldn't get my hands far enough in to grab the key. A moment of panic; I stopped and leaned against the seat, thinking furiously. Well, if my hands can't reach, how about my feet? I took a few more minutes to get turned around until I was lying on my back on the seat with my feet reaching up into the compartment. A few minutes later I had grabbed it with my toes and was crawling out of the car. I carefully dropped it on the ground, then felt around until I had it in my hand. After yet another climax I managed to get to my feet and unsteadily walk around until I found the door into the house. Once in I dropped to my knees and crawled out to the study; I was so weak I was actually dizzy and nearly fell on my face. Fortunately I'd been in the house long enough that I didn't need to see to find my way around, so I knew which way to go, even blindfolded. Of course I had to stop halfway for another climax; by this time I was nearly exhausted. Once there I managed to get the desk drawer open, then got the next key and crawled off to the bedroom. Getting that door open was tough; the lock is set higher than normal and I almost had to stand on tiptoe to unlock it, then grab the knob, turn it, and pull the door open; try that blindfolded with your hands cuffed behind you. Once open I wandered in and hunted for the bed, then promptly collapsed on it in the middle of another climax; I had long since lost count. Nine? Ten? Eleven? I had no idea. I lay on the bed panting as my head swam. Finally I drifted off to sleep after a couple more climaxes; the vibrators were still going. ---------- Finally awake. For a moment I was confused; where am I? What's going on? Then the memory returned; I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. A new problem; I had to go to the bathroom. Bad. But I couldn't until I got the vibrators out. Speaking of which, they had stopped, batteries dead, thank God. The car keys; I hopped off the bed and made my way over to the dresser. Damn; again I couldn't reach the keys. I stopped for a moment, then turned to face the dresser and leaned over it. I walked along the dresser using my head to push everything on the dresser off onto the floor, then dropped to the floor and hunted around until I found them. Once I had them I made my way out to the garage. I found the car and got the trunk open with no problem. Getting the key out was a different matter; I couldn't reach it from outside the trunk. The only way to get it would be for me to climb into the trunk. I sat down on the edge of the opening; the sudden change of weight caused the trunk lid to bonk me on the head. After a few chosen words I considered the problem. Too sudden a movement might bring the lid down far enough to latch, trapping me inside. I didn't know whether I could get it open again if that happened. (You can, if you can reach the latch; whether I could reach it with my hands locked to my waist was open to question.) I carefully eased myself into the trunk; the lid creaked as it moved up and down, but it didn't close. I lay on my back and carefully pushed it as far up as I could with my feet, holding it there until it stopped moving. I carefully began to hunt around for the key, stopping every few seconds to make sure the lid didn't suddenly come crashing down. Finally I managed to get the key; I carefully moved around until I could stick my legs out and roll out of the trunk. I landed on the floor of the garage with a thump as the trunk lid slammed shut. I shuddered at that; if I had still been inside, how long before somebody found me? Too long, that's how long. After I regained a bit of my composure I wiggled back into the house. I made my way into the bedroom and got the closet door open, then sat down on the floor and fumbled through the keys. A few minutes later I was free and running for the bathroom; what a relief that was. I followed that with a long hot bath and a huge breakfast; it was Sunday morning now. Again I had had a close call. If I couldn't get the chain loose from the wheel, if I had gotten locked in the trunk, if I had lost one of the keys, say under the furniture, ... I resolved to be more careful in the future. On that note I settled back and began to eat. ---------- The next weekend I headed out to the beach for a little sun, swimming, and relaxation; but when I got there ... no, I'll let her tell that part. Family of Three Ch. 02 AND ONE Hi. I'm Rachel. You've already met Jane, right? My story is similar to hers. I'm Latina, five foot five, one hundred pounds, dark hair, dark eyes, cute; at least that's what the boys say. Normal, from a normal family, just like her. I got into it the same way she did. Latin television is full of tied up women; must be the macho thing. I really got off on that; the helpless female, at the mercy of some nasty man. Funny; the rescue at the end was always a let down; like the song says, it's not the kill, it's the thrill of the chase. I got good grades in school, then went to business school to train as an administrative assistant; a glorified secretary. No matter; there were plenty of jobs and I could take my pick. I got a good one; in a few years I had my own place. I didn't do too much bondage in school; none of the guys I knew were into that. Oh, I slept with a few, of course; I'm no prude. Nothing serious, though; just never found the right guy. The internet; now that's a wonderful resource. I could surf all day and never get bored. A few discreet purchases and I was ready to start. ---------- I have a nice little house, set back from the street, with a nice backyard. Against the back fence is an aluminum shed, the kind people use for their garden tools. That is my playroom. Friday night I headed out there. I've prepared for this; the usual Tupperware container, half full of water, with the ring of keys frozen in it. A long string; one end tied to the key ring and the other to my right thumb. I removed my robe and knelt naked on the floor. Rope, tying my ankles to my thighs; a collar around my neck, locked to a chain running from the roof; clothespins on my nipples. A huge dildo; too big for me to take it all; I lubed it and slid it into place. A wad of cloth filling my mouth; an Ace bandage wrapped around my head, covering my mouth and eyes. A pair of handcuffs, locked to the back of my collar with a short chain; I locked my wrists in them. A few moments to test everything; perfect. I can't stand, lie down, or move more than a few inches. The dildo completely fills my pussy; I can't get it out, even raised up as high as I can get, and it's too big to go all the way in, either. All I can do is move it in and out a little. I settled back to enjoy the ride. Up and down, in and out. Squirming, wiggling, shivering; moans, punctuated at intervals by screams of pleasure as I came. Sweat rolled off; muscles ached; breath ragged and heavy. Over and over again. Six times; yes I do keep track. (Okay, I'm anal about it. Get over it.) Finally the ice was melted; I was thoroughly exhausted, sweaty, panting; I pulled the keys up to my hands and fiddled with them until I had the right one; a few more minutes and my hands were free of the cuffs. A little while later I had freed myself; I put the robe back on, gathered up my things, and went back into the house for a nice supper and a good night's sleep. ---------- A couple of weeks later I was ready for another session. I decided to spice this one up a bit. I waited until dark, then slipped the key to the back door under the front door mat. I removed all my clothes, then left all the other keys, including the key to the front door, on the kitchen table, with two exceptions. I grabbed the rest of my gear and headed out to the shed. Once inside I padlocked the door shut; the key I hung on a hook on the back wall. Next I attached a long chain to the center of the roof, then threaded a padlock through it about a foot from the floor, then locked a pair of handcuffs to it. Then a leather collar locked around my neck, with a short chain attached to the back; another pair of handcuffs locked to the end of this chain. Now I tied the string from the container to my thumb. The key inside the container would unlock the padlock on the chain from the roof. Next I took three inflatable plugs; one each for my mouth, pussy, and rear, put them in place, and pumped them up until all three orifices were completely filled. A rubber blindfold covered my eyes. I reached behind me and locked my ankles in the cuffs hanging from the ceiling. When the ice melted I could unlock the cuffs from the chain and move around, but until then I could only lie on the floor. Finally I reached behind me and locked my wrists in the cuffs behind my back. A couple of minutes later I discovered I had made a serious mistake; I had forgotten to set the valves on the inflatable plugs to the neutral position. Every time I moved I would press on one of them, causing it to inflate a little more. I tried to keep still, but the cramps ... I had to move. And when I did ... Full became uncomfortably full became aching became pain became agony. My pussy, rear, and mouth were being stretched to the limit and beyond, and every movement made it worse. And the cramps when I tried to keep still were just as bad. Whimpers of pain punctuated by muffled screams. Finally the ice melted enough that I could get the key. But even reaching as high as I could, with my hands chained to my collar I couldn't reach the lock. No matter how I wiggled and squirmed I couldn't do it. Panic; if I can't reach it I can't get free. How long before someone finds me out here? Finally I calmed down enough to think. I tried pulling myself up with my legs; that brought me closer, but I couldn't seem to hold it long enough to find the lock with my hands. It took me a good fifteen minutes to get a hold of the lock, then a new problem appeared. I had to hold the lock with one hand and insert the key and turn it with the other; damn near impossible. And since the cuffs were attached to the collar I was nearly choking as well while doing it. After an eternity of frustration I finally turned the key in the lock. A few minutes later I managed to get the lock off the chain and could straighten my legs out; I spent the next few minutes lying on the ground panting while the pain in my leg and arm muscles subsided. Then I tried to stand up; I nearly fell, and wound up sagging against the wall of the shed, panting and weeping with pain. I managed to work my way around to where the other key was hanging and get it off the hook. Several minutes later I had the shed door unlocked and managed to push it open. Now for the fun part. I had failed to allow for the fact that I would be unable to see. How in hell was I going to get around to the front door, get the key from under the mat, and then get around to the back door without getting lost or being spotted? I thought furiously for a minute, then laid down and began to crawl toward the house. Luckily there is a gravel path from the shed to the house; I could feel that under me. If I felt grass instead, I would know I was off the path and would hunt around until I found it again. Eventually I bumped up against the house. Of course, when I crawled I pressed on the pumps, inflating them even more ... I was in agony now, my pussy, rear, and mouth being torn apart. It was all I could do to keep hopping around the house to the front door. Did I mention the rose bushes? Next to the house? I'm going to kill a certain landscaper when I get my hands on him ... By the time I reached the front door I was thoroughly scratched up. Getting the key from under the mat was child's play, compared to what I had already been through. Back the way I came to get to the back door, back through the rosebushes; thoughts of a certain landscaper burning in hell. I got the door open and promptly fell inside, inflating the plugs a little more. I got to my knees and began to work my way out to the kitchen. A few more minutes to get the keys off the table, then get free. The moment the plugs were out I was running for the bathroom. I needed to go, but the pain; I had to stuff a towel in my mouth to stifle my screams. I nearly passed out; it was at least fifteen minutes before the pain subsided enough to let me stand up. I felt, and probably looked, like a cheap whore after a long weekend. It took a few days before I got over that. Never again will I use those damn plugs. ---------- It was a few weeks later when I decided to try something a little different. I wanted to go to the beach and sunbathe; if I could combine that with my favorite hobby ... hmm. I drove out to the beach about an hour before dark; most people are gone by then. I picked a secluded spot, with nobody around. I took a pair of scissors and my car keys, tied a length of rope to them, tied the other end around my front bumper, and tossed them under the car. Then I took my towel and beach bag and went out to the beach. Still nobody around; good. I spread out my towel and laid down. Now to start the fun. First, a sponge in my mouth, held in with shrink wrap around my head. Next some small nipple clamps, under my bikini top. Then a vibrator into my pussy, underneath my bottoms. Now some electrical ties; one around my ankles, and one to hold each wrist against my thigh. I couldn't quite get those tight enough, but they would do. Now to lie back and catch some rays. Later, after everyone's gone, I can hop back to the car, retrieve my scissors and free myself, then drive home with no one the wiser. I was lying there, enjoying the sun and the vibrator. A mellow female voice in my ear: "Seems we have a common interest." I froze and looked up at her, wide eyed. Caucasian, brunette, nice face and figure; conservative one piece bathing suit. "Here; let me help you." She reached down; suddenly the ties holding my wrists were tight. What now? She spread out her towel, then laid down beside me. I tried moving my hands; no go. Damn her. The vibrator kept humming away; I tried to hold back, but ... I moaned and shook with the first climax. "That's it; go ahead, enjoy yourself." Bitch. I wanted her to touch me, to participate, but she just lay on her towel sunning herself. After about an hour and three more orgasms she got up and collected her stuff. "Wait here; I'll be back in a minute." She walked off toward the street while I flopped around like a fish out of water, to no avail. I could roll around, sit up, maybe even stand, but I was going nowhere until she came back. She returned, with my scissors in her hand. "Hold still." She reached down and snipped the tie around my ankles, then helped me to my feet. She gathered up my things, stuffed them into my bag and hoisted it, then led me back to my car. "We'll go to my place; we can talk there. I'll drive." She led me around to the passenger side, helped me in, then buckled the seat belt. She got in, started it up, and drove us away. She has a nice house, at least from the front. She parked in the driveway, then came around and got me out and brought me into the house. We went into the kitchen; she set my bag down. "Let's get your toys put away." She removed the nipple clamps as I winced and dropped them into my bag, then reached in and removed the vibrator, switched it off, and dumped it in as well. "I'll make coffee." She puttered away while I squirmed. She poured two cups. "Hold still." Snip; off came the shrink wrap. I spit out the sponge; she caught it and tossed it into the sink. "How do you take yours?" "Black, two sugars." She added sugar to mine and cream to hers, then reached over and cut the ties holding my hands before handing me my cup. "Cheers." We drank. And that's how I met Jane. We had quite a discussion that evening; it turned out we had a lot in common. When I told her about my experience with the plugs she nodded knowingly. "Yes; if you make a mistake with those you can injure yourself severely, even cause internal bleeding. Which, given the circumstances, could be fatal. I never go near those things. You're lucky you weren't hurt." "I'm lucky? What about you? He could have killed you, or taken you home and kept you chained up as his personal sex slave, or God knows what. But he didn't take advantage of you; he just let you know he could have." "I know. I know a little more about him, by the way. His name is Alex; he lives in that cabin on the property, which he owns. Makes his living trading stocks and advising others on the market." She smiled at me. "I Google mapped the property, looked through the county deeds to find the owner of record, then searched Facebook for him. His picture popped up; that was him. From there it was easy." Eventually she got around to it. "So how about it? Say next weekend, my place?" I nodded. "Sounds fine; I'll see you then." I reached out; she dropped my car keys in my hand. "Good night." A peck on the cheek, then I drove home. Family of Three Ch. 03 MAKES TWO Next Saturday; I showed up at her place about six. She ushered me in; a light supper. Chef salad, French bread, iced tea; perfect for summer. Coffee afterward. She smiled at me. "Ready?" "Sure." "Follow me." She led me into the bedroom. The stuff was laid out on the bed; I inspected it. She started taking her clothes off. "Go ahead, you too." I shrugged and shed mine. We cuddled and caressed a bit, just to get the juices flowing. "Spread your legs." I did; she slid a lubed vibrator into me. A wide leather belt around my waist; a strap through my crotch, buckled to the waist belt at both ends, to hold everything in place. She laid back on the bed while I gave her the same treatment. A pair of handcuffs, padlocked to the back of each belt. She reached down and locked my left ankle to her right with one pair of handcuffs, then my right to her left with a second pair. She smiled sweetly as she produced a wide leather gag with a large insert on each side and two sets of straps; one insert went in my mouth, with one set of straps holding it in place, then the other in her mouth, with the other set of straps holding that in place. We were almost kissing; not quite, but almost. She slipped a sleep mask over her eyes, then one over mine. The final touches. She reached down and switched the vibrators on, then locked my wrists in the cuffs attached to the back of her waist belt, then locked her wrists in the cuffs locked to the back of my waist belt. We were standing naked face to face, gagged with the same gag, our arms locked around each other, and our ankles locked together. Our bodies were rubbing against each other; we were squirming, caressing, getting more and more aroused, the vibrators humming away. I climaxed; she followed. Another climax. And another ... Five apiece (I'm anal, I know.); she starts to wiggle toward the door. The keys are frozen in a container she left sitting on the kitchen table. They should be thawed out by now, right? Well, we'll find out. Getting the bedroom door open was the first challenge; that took us at least five minutes. A good half hour later we were in the kitchen, hunting for the table. Finally we found it, but couldn't reach the container; she had put it in the center of the table. We leaned over trying to reach it; I slipped and screamed as the table upended. My breath was knocked out of me as Jane landed on top of me; we were doused with ice water as the container landed on top of us, then rolled away. A few minutes of wiggling around on the cold wet floor; I brushed up against it. Not thawed yet. I whimpered; she sighed. Nothing to do now but wait. Well, might as well amuse ourselves in the meantime; more caresses, more climaxes ... Finally it thawed enough for us to get the keys out; minutes later we were free. None too soon; when Jane landed on top of me the cuffs had tightened and she had lost the feeling in her hands. Still, it was enjoyable; seven climaxes for her, eight for me. "Next weekend? My place?" She looked at me, rubbing her wrists. "Fine with me." ---------- We're in my bedroom, on my king sized bed; I like to spread out. I have a pair of handcuffs tied to each corner of the bed; a Tupperware container sits on the floor next to it, a handcuff key frozen in it. We're nude, of course; we sit facing each other. My ankles are locked to the cuffs at the foot of the bed, hers in the ones at the head of the bed; her left leg over my right, my left over her right. Gags fill our mouths; scarves blindfold us. A string tied to my thumb, leading to the container on the floor. Final touches. A double ended dildo; she inserts one end in her pussy. I take the other in mine; it's big, almost too big; it barely fits. We lie back; my wrists are locked in the cuffs at the head of the bed, hers in the cuffs at the foot of the bed. Now to enjoy ourselves. Time passes; we move slowly, working the dildo in and out. When she pushes, it's shoved deeper into me; when she pulls it's withdrawn a little; my movements have the same effect on her. Our rhythm increases; soon we're frantically moving our hips, pumping away. She gives a little scream as she climaxes; I join her moments later. We pause a moment; then the cycle begins again. Climax follows climax as the afternoon turns into evening. Finally we stop, spent, panting, sweating. I tug on the string; the key is free. I pull it up to my hand. I have made a serious mistake. You're supposed to put the cuffs on with the lock facing your palm, so you can reach it. But it's facing the back of my hand; I can't reach the lock. A moment of panic; if I can't get this off we'll be trapped like this until someone finds us; how long will that be? I will myself to calm down, to think. Then a ray of hope; I may have a way. I reached out and tapped her foot with the key; Morse code. At least I hope it is; and I hope she can properly interpret it. If not, well ... better not to think about that. She taps my hand with her foot; a reply, in Morse. Thank God she understood. I stick out the key; she wiggles her foot around until she can grasp it with her toes. Then followed an eternity of moving my wrist and her foot around until the key clicked into the lock. She released it, then shifted her grip and turned it. The cuff clicked open; I was free. We discussed it afterwards; a close call, a very close call. Still, another enjoyable experience. ---------- A couple of weeks later we were back at her place. After another tasty dinner (she's a great cook) we started. I'm standing naked at the foot of her bed; she is inspecting her work. My hands are cuffed behind me; the cuffs are locked to a chain around my waist. Another chain is locked to that one; it passes through my crotch and is locked to my waist in front as well. Matching vibrators fill my pussy and rear; the chain passes through loops on their bases, holding them in. Tight clamps grip my nipples and labia; a ball gag fills my mouth. A hood covers my head, cutting off sight; a padlock in back secures it. She leads me out of the room. I'm made to lie down; a thick carpet. The living room, then. She locks cuffs around my ankles, then pulls them up and padlocks them to the waist chain; they are connected by a short chain, so there is a little slack. She leans down and whispers in my ear. "Here is what you must do. First make your way to the kitchen; on the floor is a Tupperware container with a key frozen in it. That key unlocks the padlock holding your ankles to your waist. After that you will be able to walk. The bedroom door is locked; the key is on the desk in the study. Retrieve it and unlock the bedroom with it. The remaining keys to your bonds will be on a string around my neck; after you have freed yourself you can free me. Understood?" I shook my head; no. She patiently repeated it; this time I nodded, yes. She reached down and turned on the vibrators, then patted me on the head and went into the bedroom, locking the door behind her. So there I am, lying hogtied in the middle of the living room floor. How I'm supposed to move, let alone free myself or her, is anyone's guess. I tried wiggling a bit; I could crawl, after a fashion. Now, which way is the kitchen? I had no idea. Off I went, at a pace any healthy snail could beat. Hope she's not in a hurry to get free. It was probably only an hour or so, but it felt like eons. I kept taking wrong turns, which I would only discover after bumping into pieces of furniture I knew weren't in the kitchen. The damned vibrators kept right on humming, in spite of my pleas and curses; I had three climaxes at least. Eventually I found myself on a smooth tile floor; that had to be the kitchen. Another frustrating time wiggling all over the floor, until I bumped into the container, knocking it over. Great. Not only is it not melted yet, but I have to wait in a puddle of cold water as well. I sighed; might as well relax ... More climaxes, punctuated by pitiful moans. Finally; I have the key in my hand. More struggling; not easy to manage when your movements are restricted and you can't see. There; I have the lock in my other hand. A few minutes later I had it off and could stretch my legs out. What a relief. I managed to stand up after a couple of tries (and another climax; I don't know how much longer I can keep going.) I began hopping back toward the study. After a couple more wrong turns I found the study. Once I found the desk another problem appeared; I was too short to reach up onto it to snag the key. I tried climbing onto it, but couldn't get high enough. Finally I used my head, literally; I knocked the key onto the floor with my head, laid down, and grabbed it with my hands. Now off to the bedroom. Another wrong turn (and another climax) later I was outside the door. I knocked on it with my head; answering moans from within. Good. I turned around and reached for the lock. And I couldn't find it. The damn thing was too high; just out of my reach, no matter how hard I tried. I leaned against the door, panting, frustrated, then started hopping out to the living room. Once there I hunted around until I found it; the ottoman. I got around behind it and started pushing it toward the bedroom. You try pushing furniture around while you're bound and blindfolded. Try it. It took me a good half hour to get it positioned in front of the bedroom door, then a few more minutes to get on top of it and get the door unlocked. Naturally the door opened outward; I had to push the ottoman far enough away from the door to open it a little, but not so far that I couldn't reach the knob. That took me a couple of tries to get right. Finally I was able to push the ottoman away and open the door with my feet. By now I had had a dozen climaxes; I was weak as a kitten. I crawled up on the bed and lay there next to her, moaning pitifully. After a few minutes of panting I crawled up to her head, then felt around until I found the string. I nearly took her nose off pulling it over her head, which she protested, but I didn't care by then. All I wanted was to get rid of those damnable vibrators. Finally I was free; I sat on the bed next to her. She was nude, of course, gagged, blindfolded, nipples and labia clamped, vibrators secured in her pussy and rear, cuffed hands tied to the headboard, and cuffed ankles tied to the footboard. She was moaning pitifully; no telling how many climaxes she had had while waiting for me to rescue her. I removed the chains from her waist and crotch and slid the vibrators out of her, then removed the clamps. I untied the cuffs from the headboard and footboard, then had her sit up. I unlocked her hands, then cuffed them again behind her back. She protested; I grabbed her left nipple and twisted it until she gasped and subsided. "For making me go through all that I am going to punish you. You will service me as I desire; if you hesitate or falter I will punish you for it." Another twist, to show her what I meant. I removed her gag, then pushed her onto her back and straddled her with my crotch positioned above her mouth. "Lick it; get to work." She did; I only had to encourage her a couple of times. When I was satisfied I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "You have done well; you deserve a reward." I repositioned myself and buried my head in her vulva; she moaned and pushed herself toward me. When I withdrew she lay back on the bed, completely spent. That night she slept with her cuffed hands tied to the headboard and her cuffed ankles tied to the footboard, gagged and blindfolded, while I cuddled next to her. Next morning, over coffee, we discussed it. She acknowledged that she hadn't considered that I, being shorter than she was, could not reach as high; fortunately I'm resourceful. She did promise to pay me back for keeping her chained up all night, though; I'm sure that will be interesting. As for our next session ... but it's her turn to talk; I've gone on long enough. Family of Three Ch. 04 AND TWO Jane again. Rachel's a chatty one, isn't she? About time she let me do some of the talking. Now where was I? Oh yes, the next session. At my place. I decided we were ready for something a bit more stringent, so I made a couple of additional preparations. Lots of chains, leather cuffs, padlocks (different keys for each, just to make things interesting), and two pair of special vibrators. Very special. I started in the bedroom by leaving most of the keys to the padlocks on the bed, along with our clothes. Then we headed out to the kitchen, locking the bedroom door behind us. The bedroom key was frozen in a container in the freezer. Once we made our way into the kitchen we could pull it out, but would then have to wait for it to thaw. A rope was tied to the handle of the freezer; the other end was frozen in the container with the key; we could pull it out with this. I took the other container out of the freezer and headed out to the garage. This container had one end of a long string frozen in it. In the middle of the back of my garage I had installed three eyebolts; one in the ceiling and two in the floor under it, about four feet apart. I set the container on the floor under the eyebolt, threaded the string up through the eyebolt, and tied one of the padlock keys to it. This would keep it out of reach until the ice melted. I looked at her; she was already prepared. A leather gag filled her mouth; a leather blindfold covered her eyes. Both were secured with padlocks. Clamps, screwed tightly, gripped her nipples and pussy lips. A leather collar encircled her neck; a key was clipped to it. Her wrists were held in padlocked leather cuffs; these in turn were locked to the back of her collar by another padlock, which secured the collar as well, pulling her arms up behind her back. A leather belt around her waist was padlocked in back; the same lock secured a strap through her crotch which held two of the special vibrators in her pussy and rear. Her ankles were held by leather cuffs padlocked together, as were her knees. She made a lovely sight. I prepared myself in a similar fashion, then put the finishing touches on her. I made her lie face down on the floor, then locked her ankles to her waist with another padlock. I locked a short chain to the front of her collar and pulled it through one of the eyebolts on the floor, then locked the other end to another short chain, which I fed through the other eyebolt. I laid down on the floor and locked that chain to my collar. I reached behind me and locked my ankle cuffs to my waist with another padlock. I locked my blindfold into place, then put my arms up behind my back and, with considerable effort, locked them in place. There we were; hogtied, gagged, blindfolded, and chained to an eyebolt set in the floor. We could, by wiggling around, just reach the lock holding our collar chains together, but not anything else. The key to that lock was hanging suspended above us; until the ice melted we were trapped. Once it melted we could unlock that lock, freeing ourselves from the eyebolts. The key on her collar would free my ankles from my waist, permitting me to stand or walk; the one clipped to mine would do the same for her. (Of course we couldn't reach them until we were free of the eyebolts.) Once we could stand we could hop out to the kitchen and pull the other container out of the freezer. Once it melted we could unlock the bedroom door with that key, then free ourselves with the keys lying on the bed. At least that's what I told her. What I didn't tell her was why those vibrators were special. They were controlled by a transmitter hooked up to the computer in my study with a special program. It was set to randomly deliver either a one second shock or ten seconds of stimulation via a randomly chosen vibrator every thirty seconds or so. Soon it would begin; I smiled to myself in anticipation. ---------- We squirmed a bit, but the bondage was just as I had planned; no way could we escape until we could get the keys. Suddenly she screamed and jerked, then began to moan; the program had started. I stiffened as pain shot through my rear, then yelped as my pussy was shocked. I had set it to the lowest setting, thankfully; if I had set it higher, wow. It kept on going; shock, vibration, pussy, rear, no pattern, no warning, for two hours. We struggled and wiggled and whined and pleaded in vain; it was relentless. Finally it stopped; we lay sweating and panting on the floor. A clink; the key had hit the floor. I wiggled around until I touched the string, then maneuvered it into my hands and pulled on it until I had the key. Then I wiggled some more until I found the chain, then backed away from the eyebolt, pulling Rachel up against hers. It took me several more minutes to find the lock, then get the key into it and turn it. Finally I had it off and we were free of the eyebolts. I wiggled over to her and rolled over so that my hands were against her body. A slight adjustment; there. I had the key from her collar. But it did me no good. I couldn't reach the lock; it was just too far from my hands to my waist. I thought for a moment, then crawled around behind her and pressed the key into her hands, hoping she would understand. My heart was in my mouth as I maneuvered my ankles up against her hands and waited. If she didn't get it ... I felt the key turn in the lock. Bless her. She slipped it off and I could straighten my legs. A few minutes later we had freed hers as well. We lay on the floor and stretched our legs. Not a moment too soon. I yelped as pain shot through my rear, then she did the same. The damn thing had started up again. I had intended to set it for a single session, but apparently I had gotten it wrong. We flopped around like fish trying to escape the pain, the pleasure. Finally it shocked me five times in a row and I passed out from the pain. ---------- I have no idea how long I was out. I moaned and shifted; no response. No Rachel. Where was she? If something had happened ... I got to my feet, making as much noise as I could, hoping for an answer. Nothing. A breeze; the door to the house was open. I hopped over toward it, continuing to make as much noise as I could. Answering yelps; she was in the house. In the kitchen. I made my way over to her and leaned up against her in relief. Then I checked the freezer; she had already pulled it out. Nothing to do now but wait; I sat down in a chair and laid my head on the table. She moaned and sagged; I yelped as my pussy and rear were both shocked, and fell off the chair. We flopped around on the kitchen floor while the infernal thing went through its paces again. It finally stopped; we lay on the floor aching, exhausted. We must have lain there for half an hour, panting and moaning. I heard movement, then a clink; she had the key. She crawled off toward the bedroom door; I followed as best I could. I found her in front of the door, whimpering; she could not get to her feet. I took the key from her, then managed to stand up and get the door unlocked. I turned the knob and pulled it open only to have my knees buckle; I promptly fell on my face. For a few minutes all I could do was lie there. Eventually I struggled back to my knees and crawled back into the bedroom. She crawled in behind me and lay on the floor next to me as we both gasped for breath. I got to my feet and flopped onto the bed; she tried to follow, but could not stand; she sat back with a whimper. About fifteen minutes later I had freed myself; I removed her bonds and helped her into the bathroom, then put her to bed. I relieved myself, then climbed in beside her. ---------- The next morning; oh, am I sore. There was not a muscle in my body that did not ache. I hobbled out to the kitchen; not bad for a ninety year old woman. By the time I had breakfast made I merely felt about seventy. I set two places, then took a glass of water and a multivitamin back to the bedroom. She was awake; after downing the water and vitamins she looked at me. I swallowed, then started in. "Look, I apologize. I got carried away this time; I had no idea those vibrators would be that strong, or that the program would go on that long. I'm sorry." She stopped me with an upraised hand. "It's all right. I'm not hurt, just a little sore and a lot tired. No harm, no foul. Now tell me; why didn't the damn thing keep going?" "The batteries were run down. It shuts them off if it detects that." "I see." I looked at her. "When I woke up in the garage, you weren't there. What happened?" She smiled. "When it stopped I didn't hear you moving; I thought maybe you had hit your head or something. When I put my head to your chest your heart was fine and you were breathing normally, so I figured you had just passed out. I made my way into the kitchen to get the container out before your demonic program started up again. Sorry if I scared you." "It's okay. But, after we've had something to eat, I suggest we go down to the clinic and get checked out. That was quite an ordeal and I want to make sure we're okay." "Fine. But first I want something to eat, and if I don't get it I'm going to bite your leg off." I grinned. "After you, lady." Driving home from the clinic I started to laugh. "What's so funny?" "You see the way she looked at us?" "Yes." "And it's a long weekend, right?" "Yes." Rachel began to smile. "Probably thought we were a couple of cheap whores. If only she knew, right?" "Right." We laughed the rest of the way home. ---------- It was about three weeks before we were ready to try it again. This time we were at Rachel's place; after a green salad and enchiladas washed down with iced tea we were ready to start. We shed our clothes, then went down to the basement. An interesting setup; the basement is unfinished, so is empty. In the middle of the ceiling was a row of four eyebolts; there was an eyebolt in each sidewall in line with them. On the floor were two more eyebolts under the outer ones on the ceiling. I looked quizzically at her. "You'll see." I shrugged. She smiled at me. "You first." A pair of handcuffs, locked around my ankles and padlocked to the eyebolt on the floor. A leather harness around my waist and through my crotch, holding lubed dildos in my ass and pussy. A leather collar, tied to the eyebolt on the ceiling, holding me upright. Handcuffs on my wrists, tied to the eyebolt on the wall behind me, holding my arms straight out behind me. Tight clamps, connected by a thin chain, gripping my nipples. A leather gag, with a large insert, filling my mouth completely and covering it completely as well. She produces a block of ice; a handcuff key is frozen inside. A string leads from the key, through the eyebolt on the ceiling in front of me, to the cuffs around my wrists; she ties it off there. She smiles sweetly at me, then produces a bucket. She ties a rope to it, feeds it through the same eyebolt the ice is hanging from, then ties the other end to the chain connecting my nipple clamps. The bitch. The bucket is right under the ice; as the ice melts it will fill up the bucket, which will get heavier and heavier, pulling harder and harder on my nipples. And I can do nothing about it; I can barely move. All I can do is stand and watch it drip. In a few more minutes she is in the same situation I am; now we wait. The afternoon wears on; the buckets get heavier, pulling harder; the pain gets worse. We're sweating, straining, moaning, whimpering, squirming, desperately seeking relief, but there is none. Just more pain. My eyes glaze; my vision clouds. The strain; the pain ... I pull on the string, for the umpteenth time; the remaining ice falls into the bucket with a splash. I pull the key to my hands, then get the handcuffs off as fast as I can. I cannot get the clamps off fast enough; the bucket crashes to the floor. The collar is untied from the ceiling; I squat down and unlock the cuffs from my ankles, then lie back on the floor as I remove the harness and dildos. A few minutes there to let the pain subside; I sit up. Rachel is kneeling across from me; she nods toward the stairs. I nod, yes; we go back upstairs. Coffee, dessert, and intimacy. Someone to rub my sore nipples to make them better ... ah. ---------- "Are you sure about this? Suppose somebody's there? Like him?" "We'll check it out before we go. If we see anyone, and I mean anyone, we call it off. Okay?" "You're playing with fire." "Yeah, a little. That's part of the fun; knowing that, in spite of our precautions, we might get caught." "I'm going to regret this ..." We drove out to the woods. The same ones where Alex had scared me before. I had seen no sign of him, or anyone else, in the area since, so I figured it would be safe. We had a look around first; nobody but us. I looked at her. "Well?" She looked at me, then shrugged. "Okay, I guess. Let's get on with it." We left our clothes in the car and sauntered up the trail. It was a bright sunny summer day, not a cloud in the sky. Perfect. I had locked all the keys to our bonds in the trunk of the car along with our clothes, so we were committed. After a few minutes we reached the spot by the pond. "Here we are. Pretty, isn't it?" "It certainly is." A few minutes later we were done. A ball gag on a chain, padlocked in back. A leather collar, padlocked in back. Tight nipple clamps, with large weights. A chain, locked around the waist. Dildos in our pussies, held in by another chain locked to the one around our waist; the key to that was clipped to the collar, should the other wish to gain access. Hands cuffed behind us; the cuffs locked to the waist chain. Handcuffs around our ankles, connected by a short chain. Another long chain locked my ankle cuffs to hers; we had wrapped it around a nearby tree so that a padlock would keep it locked to the tree, but when that was removed we would be free of the tree. On the ground between our feet was a Tupperware container. Frozen in it were my car keys and the key to the padlock holding the chain to the tree. Once the ice melted we would be free of the tree and could walk back to the car, open the trunk with the key, and free ourselves. In the meantime we could enjoy the beautiful surroundings, fine weather, and each other's company. ----------- We quickly forgot about the scenery; or maybe it was the thrill of the situation, I'm not sure which. We began to rub against one another and wound up rolling around on the ground. Then suddenly Rachel sat upright, eyes wide. I froze. Footsteps, approaching. Damn. I looked at her, my heart pounding; now what? We're trapped, that's what. With our ankles chained to the tree we cannot even hide, let alone flee. Gagged as we are pleading will be impossible as well; we can only hope and pray. I certainly did. We cowered against the tree, hoping that somehow he wouldn't see us. Alex, of course. He walked down the trail and right up to us. "Good afternoon, ladies. Fine day, isn't it?" Shit. He had been the gentleman before, but now that he had us like this? I nearly fainted; I could feel Rachel trembling, her heart pounding away. He came over to me and looked me in the eye; I shrank from him. He reached down and took the key off my collar. "And what might this be for?" I didn't move; I was frozen with fear. He looked at it, at the locks, then inserted in the lock holding the chain through my crotch. He nodded and relocked it, then put the key back. "So, an invitation. I can accept that invitation if you wish. The choice is yours, of course; I will not force anything on you. Do you wish me to accept that invitation?" He looked me in the eye. That gaze; as if he could see right through me. He's attractive ... but I don't really know him ... still, he hasn't taken advantage ... and if I refuse, will he accept that? When he could so easily force me? Those eyes ... and that face ... I took a deep breath, held it for several seconds, then nodded, yes. "He smiled. "Thank you." He moved over to Rachel, who had sat through the whole thing wide eyed, unblinking, not making a sound. He reached out and held her key in his hand. "Her answer does not bind you; you are free to make your own choice. The same question applies to you. Do you wish me to accept this invitation?" He looked straight at her. She sat there frozen, paralyzed. Finally she seemed to shudder, then nodded, yes. He smiled at her. "Thank you. Thank you both." He stood up. "Now, if you'll excuse me, there are a couple of things I need to take care of before we start. Wait here, ladies; I'll be back in a bit. He picked up the container and walked off down the trail. We sat there and looked at each other. Wait here indeed; without the key we could not get free of the tree. We had no choice but to wait until he returned. He was only gone about an hour, but that was the longest hour of my life. The condemned prisoner, awaiting execution. Finally he returned and unlocked the padlock that held the chain around the tree. "This way, ladies." He led us up the trail; we had no choice but to follow. On the way he chatted a bit. "Introductions. I'm Alex, as you probably already know. And you are Jane and you are Rachel." What! I knew he knew my name, but how did he know hers? Had he been following us, stalking us? My God, what sort of man is he? I whimpered with fear; so did she. He looked back at us. "You're thinking I've been following you, stalking you. No. I have security cameras all over the place; keeps the kids from tearing up the property. When I saw her on the cameras I recognized her face but couldn't place it. Then I remembered. A convention in San Diego. Your company hosted it; you were one of the hostesses. I was one of the guests, just another face in the crowd, but I have never forgotten you." We arrived at the cabin; big, bigger than it looked on the map. Two full stories, with a porch running the entire length of the front. My car was parked in front of it, along with his. "I took the liberty of moving it; that way you don't have to walk so far when its time to leave." He ushered us into the living room. He had retrieved our keys and clothes from the trunk as well. A few moments later he had removed the chains and dildos from our crotches and ushered us into the bathroom, where we relieved ourselves. After cleaning us up he brought us upstairs to the master bedroom. ---------- I'm lying on the bed in the dark, nude, gagged, blindfolded, and bound. I can hear her near me; she is in the same predicament. He is busy now; cooking, cleaning, having dinner. When he returns, we will make good on our promises; he will have us. My nipples harden at the thought; I grow wet. Please hurry; please come back. Please ... Family of Three Ch. 05 MAKES THREE Ah, good evening. I'm Alex; the others are Jane and Rachel. You've met us already. At the moment they're unavailable, so I'll take over the narration for the time being. I first met Jane the day she showed up on the trail while pursuing her ... hobby. I decided to scare her a bit, to let her know how dangerous it was. As for the flowers, I ran her registration and found out her name, from which I found out where she worked. Easy enough. Apparently she wasn't scared enough, because she showed up again with a friend. I decided to abandon subtlety and confront them; we wound up at my cabin. They're upstairs at the moment; after I've finished fixing dinner and tidying up I'll go up and take care of them. Don't worry; they're fine. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to work. ---------- All finished. Now to go and check up on them; up the stairs we go. I have to admit; I'm enjoying myself. It's not every day you have two willing women waiting for you in your bed, after all. Yes, I'm a lucky bastard. Get over it. Lovely. They struggle so invitingly, don't they? Jane's the brunette on the left; Rachel's the dark haired one. Oh, a description. All right. Jane's about five six, maybe one hundred ten pounds; lovely brown hair and eyes. Medium build; not too thin, not too plump. At the moment her eyes are covered by one of my bandannas; a leather gag covers her mouth. Her waist is encircled by a chain; her hands are locked behind her in handcuffs locked to the waist chain. Her ankles are locked in another pair of handcuffs; these are separated by a short chain. Rachel is lying next to her, bound in an identical manner. She's about an inch shorter and ten pounds lighter than Jane; dark hair, dark eyes, cute Latina face. They make a lovely pair. I took the chain they had used to connect their ankle cuffs for a slightly different purpose; it's locked to the headboard at one end and the footboard at the other, and their waist chains are locked to it with yet another padlock. Keeps them from falling off the bed or wandering off; wouldn't want them to get hurt. Me? I'm Caucasian, five nine, one sixty (a little thin, maybe, but okay looking). Light brown hair, hazel eyes; a little Irish in my ancestry. The cabin and the surrounding land have been in my family for over a hundred years; my great grandfather originally bought it. When my father died he willed it to me; the rest of my family had moved away, so they didn't mind. I did well in school, got my MBA, then worked a few years for some large corporations until I got my own investments going. Now I make enough from my investments that I don't really have to work for a living, although I do put in a full work week anyway. I track my investments and make necessary changes, and sometimes advise others as well. I've started putting out a newsletter, but I'm no writer; it needs a lot of work before it's ready for the public. Enough of that; time to get matters moving. I removed the padlock holding them to the chain and unlocked the chain from the bed. No need for that now. I laid down between them; they snuggled up against me. Does it get better than this? I don't think so. First one, then the other. I took my time, slowly bringing each to climax, then switching to the other. A couple of times for me, as well; a thoroughly enjoyable experience. Afterward I released them, then put dinner on the table while they washed up and dressed. Hot soup, lots of garlic bread, a huge green salad, iced tea and lemonade; they downed it all. I ate my share, of course; I get hungry too. We finished with hot coffee and cuddling on the couch, then they kissed me good night and left. Ah, what an experience. I didn't expect them to return, but that one night I would never forget. ---------- A few weeks later I was working away, looking at stuff online, when there was a knock at my door. Strange. I didn't think any of my friends were in town; even if they are they usually call first. Who could this be? I switched to the cameras. It was the two girls, of course. Standing on the porch, nicely dressed, carrying a couple of packages. Hmm. I wonder what this is about? I threw on a shirt, combed my hair, and went to the door. "May we come in?" "Of course." We went in. "What's the occasion?" "Happy birthday." They kissed me. I had totally forgotten, to be honest; I don't usually pay much attention to it anyway. They opened the larger package; a cake. I made coffee while they cut it, then we had coffee and cake. Jane handed me the smaller box. "Go ahead, open it." I did; four vibrators, a transmitter, a small manual, and a CD. I looked at her; she smiled and explained what it was for. Computer controlled vibrators. They could be set to shock or vibrate, for various lengths of time, at various intervals, and for variable length sessions as well. Wireless, with a range of a hundred yards or so. "I see. We will definitely have to try these out. Later, though, after I've installed the software and read the manual." I set that aside. "There is one more present." "And that is ...?" Rachel smiled and handed me a ring with two keys on it. "We are your last present. We are yours, for whatever you wish to do with us for as long as you wish to do it, from now until Monday morning." I looked at them. Each wore a collar locked with a small lock; the keys were in my hand. "Thank you, ladies. Shall we start?" ---------- Jane is lying on my bed, nude. Her mouth is stuffed with a hand towel, held in with a bandanna; another blindfolds her. Her wrists and elbows are bound behind her with rope; more holds them tight against her body. Tight ropes encircle her waist and crotch, rubbing against her sex whenever she moves. Rope binds her knees and ankles; more binds her ankles to her thighs. A rope ties her elbows to the headboard; another ties her knees to the footboard. She can barely move; her noises are muffled. She cannot escape. Rachel is standing naked next to me. A towel fills her mouth, held in by yet another bandanna. Her wrist and elbows are bound behind her; rope holds them firmly against her body. I let her admire the scene for a moment, then blindfold her with another bandanna and lead her away. Behind us Jane struggles and moans as I close the bedroom door. Down the hall; there are a couple of guest bedrooms on the second floor as well as the master bedroom. I took her into one of those. A minute later I had her tied spread eagled on the bed, still gagged and blindfolded. I stripped off my clothes and climbed onto the bed. She responded immediately, moaning and squirming, trying to encourage me to get on with it. Of course I took my own sweet time about it, teasing her and caressing her until she was almost wild, then backing off while she whimpered in frustration. After several minutes of this she was ready to burst; she came almost the second I entered her. A couple more climaxes and I came as well. I eased off after one more climax, then climbed off. I kissed her good night and left the room, closing the door behind me. Back down the hall to the master bedroom. Jane moaned when she heard me walk in; she must really be sore by now. I rubbed her pussy; dripping wet. Good. I began to untie her legs. The moment her legs were free she spread them and thrust her hips at me. Slut. I whispered in her ear. "Ready, are we?" An emphatic nod. "Thought so." I began to caress her; she moaned and whimpered. I slowly entered her; she immediately tightened on me, then began to pump her hips; I joined in, matching her rhythm. A few seconds later she screamed as a climax shuddered through her. Several more; I came as well. A long while later I eased off and withdrew. I left her in the other guest bedroom, naked, tied spread eagled, gagged and blindfolded. After tucking them both in I collected my clothes and went back to my room for a good night's sleep. ---------- In the morning I tidied up and made breakfast, then went up and released them. After they showered I toweled them dry, then bound their hands behind them, tied rope around their waists, inserted lubed vibrators in their pussies, secured those with crotch ropes, blindfolded them, and brought them downstairs. They're sitting at the kitchen table, bound to their chairs. I'm sitting between them, alternately eating and feeding them. This takes some time; fortunately I'm not in a hurry. When we're finished I tidied up the dishes, then gagged them and attached clamps to their nipples. Time for my chores. I puttered around the cabin, cleaning and straightening, pausing every time I passed them to give a little pat, or caress, or twist one of the clamps, according to my whim. They squealed and moaned and wiggled while the vibrators hummed away; a pleasant way to spend a morning. ---------- Saturday afternoon. After a leisurely lunch I brought them into the den. "I took the liberty of making a few improvements while I was cleaning this morning. Allow me to demonstrate." They stood there, naked, while I started. First, I tied their hands with rope to eyebolts in the ceiling above their heads. Then I tied their feet to eyebolts in the floor. A wad of cloth in the mouth, then duct tape over the mouth to hold it in. More duct tape over their eyes. "Ladies, I also installed the software and read the manual for your little gift. I believe I'm ready to try it out." Muffled protests; too late now. I lubed the special vibrators and slipped them into place, securing them with more duct tape. "There we go; all set." I sat down at the computer; I could hear them vainly struggling and protesting behind me. "All right ladies, let's get started." I started the program up, then began checking my email and the status of my investments. I had set it for a single three hour session; just right for getting my work done. I typed and clicked away, to the pleasant accompaniment of yelps and moans. By the time I finished and the program shut off the yelps and moans had changed to whines and whimpers; they were hanging limply from the ceiling. I took them into the living room, toweled them off, removed the vibrators, and retied them with their arms behind them, kneeling on the floor in front of the couch. Time for a little fun. I removed Jane's gag, then thrust my member into her mouth when she tried to speak. "Get to work." She did, licking and sucking it as if it were a giant popsicle. In no time at all she brought me to a climax; she was really good at it. Once I came I withdrew and replaced the gag, then it was Rachel's turn. She was equally skilled; a few more minutes and I came again. I withdrew, replaced her gag, and went into the bathroom to clean up. I finished by giving each of them oral sex; after several climaxes each I stopped and went into the kitchen to make dinner. When it was ready I went in and released them; they washed, dressed, and we went in to eat. After dinner we went into the den and surfed the net for a bit, then I decided to have one last session before turning in. Back upstairs to the master bedroom. They're lying on my bed, eyes and mouths duct taped, wearing bras and panties for a change, hands tied behind them and roped to their waists. Rachel's left ankle is tied to Jane's right ankle and to one bedpost; her right is tied to Jane's left and to the diagonally opposite bedpost. Jane's neck is tied to Rachel's; her elbows are tied together to the bedpost behind her; Rachel's elbows are tied to the one behind her. Under their lingerie dildos fill their pussies and clamps grip their nipples. Stretched out like that they can't move more than a few inches. The panties and bras make sure that they can't get the dildos out or remove the clamps. Now for an hour or so of television while they struggle. By the time I returned they were nice and wet. I removed the rope from their necks and laid them on their backs, then caressed them while strategically maneuvering the dildos around in their pussies. After a couple of climaxes each I untied their legs, removed their lingerie and the dildos, and had my way with them, with their cooperation, of course. It's bedtime now; they're back in the guest bedrooms, nude, hands tied to the headboard, feet tied to the footboard, duct tape over their eyes and mouths. Pleasant dreams. ---------- Sunday I let them sleep in a bit; they needed the extra rest. While they snoozed I took care of my chores and made brunch. Then I went in and released them from the beds, but retied their wrists and elbows behind them. A communal shower; I scrubbed all three of us down thoroughly. A brisk toweling off, then downstairs to eat. I tied them to the chairs and blindfolded them, then served brunch and fed it to them as before. (I'm beginning to like this.) When we were finished I gagged them, then cleaned up while they sat there and waited. Once that was done I released them from the chairs and took them into the den. I've thought up a good one this time. Jane is standing, nude, her hands tied up behind her back, her arms bound against her body, her mouth and eyes duct taped. Her ankles are tied to an eyebolt on the floor; a rope tied around her waist passes through her crotch and up to an eyebolt on the ceiling. I pull it tight; she's up on her toes, trying to relieve the strain on her pussy. Rachel is here as well; nude, her hands bound up behind her back, her arms bound to her body, mouth and eyes duct taped. I pulled her right leg up into the air and tied it to the other end of the rope from Jane's crotch, then tied her left ankle to the other eyebolt on the floor. I finished by tying a rope from the second ceiling eyebolt to her shoulders to keep her upright. Now I went to work giving Rachel oral sex, followed by taking her until both of us climaxed. Of course her movements in response to my stimulation had the effect of constantly tugging on Jane's crotch, producing lots of yelps and moans from her, to my vast amusement. Once I had finished with Rachel I switched the bondage around so that the rope was tugging on her crotch while I amused myself with Jane; can't play favorites, you know. After I finished with Jane I took pity on them and let them down. I even untied their feet; of course I immediately tied their ankles to their thighs to keep them from running off. Their pussies were sore; I kissed them to make it better. Then ... After an hour and a couple of climaxes each they were sufficiently recovered for me to make love to each of them again right there on the floor of the den. After I had enjoyed myself sufficiently I released them and we went in and made an early supper. I'm going to have to buy a lot more food if this keeps up; the ladies disposed of everything in no time. They even did the dishes for me, which I appreciated. That night I kept them in my bed; nude, hands tied behind them and tied to their waists, and blindfolded. After a long slow session of lovemaking I gagged them, then tied Jane's neck to one bedpost by the headboard, then Rachel's to the other. A nice long night's sleep followed. ---------- Monday morning; all good things must come to an end. Over a nice big breakfast I thanked the ladies for their wonderful present. "In return I have a present for you." They looked a little surprised; I smiled and handed each of them a pair of keys. "The one is for the front door, the other is to one of the guest bedrooms upstairs. You are welcome to come here whenever you wish, by yourself or together, and stay for as long as you wish; the guest bedroom is yours while you are here." They smiled and thanked me, then kissed me goodbye before getting into their car and driving off. I'll say this; they know how to throw a birthday party. Wow.