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The Ad: Chapter 5/5 Part 2/3 C/W Dino: June 2000
At some point during the night I heard noises in the basement. Then I
heard the toilet flush and I pictured the three girls, locked together
in a tight bundle, maneuvering around in the tiny washroom down there.
I probably smiled to myself, but I was asleep already.
When I woke I felt for Samantha and finding her gone I figured she was
in the can. When she didn't return and I heard no sounds I rolled my
head over to see the clock, the remnants of my brain sloshing inside
my skull. Nine thirty.
I lay for a few moments, till memories returned. The scene last night.
The twins and Samantha. The whipping. Whippings? My mouth tasted bad
and a strange scent pervaded my nostrils. A pussy without rings in the
lips. I sat bolt upright, my head swimming. What the hell went on last
night anyway?
I made my way to the can and took a leak. My dick was sore, so I must
have got fucked. I hoped it was with my wife. I crept through the
silence like a thief and tiptoed downstairs.
The tracklights in the rec room were turned down low and light from
outside filtered in through the curtains over the high basement
windows. Three naked girls were snuggled together on blankets and
cushions on the floor. Cuddled close together like kittens. Samantha
in the middle with the twins curled protectively around her, their
hands locked to Samantha's bracelets, and Sam's ankle chain was also
tangled in amongst them to further bind the three closely together.
The room reeked of sex.
I'd lain witness to two whippings down there, and after, Sam had
begged me for sex. With Mike's lovely twins joining in the fun. Good
God. Silently, I crept upstairs and made myself a coffee.
It was later on when I heard stirrings from the basement and I went
down to see the girls. Samantha bid me to come to her and she pulled
me into the group for a big hug and kiss. I'd half expected Sam to be
mad about the group sex bit last night, but she showed no animosity
towards me or the girls she was locked to. I snuggled in amongst the
three pretty girls for hugs and kisses all around.
A little later I went into the other room to fetch the keys and I
unlocked all the locks, Sam's ankle chain included.
"Your punishment is being revoked for such good behaviour." I said to
her. "Come ladies, lets have some breakfast."
Upstairs I began fixing some food but the twins took over leaving me
and Sam sitting at the table. The three girls were all still nude, but
I only had eyes for Samantha. I sat next to her and held her hand,
stroked up her arm, down her body. I bent to kiss her loveingly from
time to time as the twins made us all a nice breakfast.
After a leasurly morning meal the twins packed up their whips and
stuff, then dressed again in their scanty leather harness outfits. The
red markings from the flogger on Lisa and Sam had faded quite a bit
overnight, but Liselle, who'd had the worst of it with that wicked
braided whip, still bore bright red welts from her and her sister's
session with it. We all bundled up to face the cold and the drive back
to Mike's place. I'd asked Sam to come along for the ride since I
couldn't seem to bear being away from her.
In front of Mikes big house I turned to Liselle, who'd sat up front
with me as Sam and Lisa cuddled on the back seat.
"I'd like to thank you both very much for making last evening so
special for Samantha and I." I said to them. "You girls were quite
something to watch."
"I thank you Sir," Liselle said, "for letting us share in the love you
two have for each other."
"And for the love and kindness you have both given us in your home."
Lisa added.
The three girls got out and I watched Sam huddle close to whisper in
the twin's ears. She then climbed into the truck beside me. I wheeled
around the circle in front, along the drive, and nosed out into the
deserted street.
"What was that all about?" I asked.
"Nothing master." Sam said coyly. "Just girl talk."
"Uh huh."
I drove to a fish place down by the water for a nice lunch. I made
sure to tell Sam how much in love I was with her, but she seemed
really contented with the way the weekend had worked out. I could
hardly believe she was alright with my licking Lisa's pussy last
night, yet Samantha said to me that she'd thoroughly enjoyed every
moment of what went on in the basement with the twins, and that seemed
to include the wild sex part at the end between the four of us. While
it was not something I'd like to make a habit of, I had to admit I had
a nice time as well.
Samantha was quiet on the drive home and when we got inside she came
to me with her lock in her hands. We stripped down in the bedroom, I
locked her bracelets behind her, and we made torrid love once, then a
slower, gentler, teasing form of love later on. We broke for something
to eat, watched some T.V. shows in the evening, and had a sleepy fuck
in bed that night.
Monday morning I had to spring out of bed, fight traffic into the
city, and start my new slash old job at the hospital. I found a moment
to call Mike, to see if he was upset about how the scene with the
twins seemed to have gotten out of hand, but he said the girl's had
told him everything and that he was pleased we all had such a great
time.
"I'm only sorry I missed it." he said to me.
The first week at work consisted of endless meetings with the
budgetary committee, hospital administrators, and a group of
consultants they'd hired on to oversee the spending of the new
finances. By Friday I was ready to chuck it all, but Sam and I needed
the money, more so with the baby comming along.
So I stuck it out. Nigel and I took a trip to Calgary, Vancouver, then
down to Seattle and Silicon Valley to visit hospitals, computer
equipment makers and programming companies. Off to Dallas, Chicago,
and back home. Around the continent in one week. By the middle of it I
was climbing the hotel walls, dying to hold my sweet Samantha in my
arms.
Sam took a cab to the airport to meet my plane and I was never more
glad to see someone in my life. I stood there embracing her sweet body
to me as the crouds bustled around us. Nigel said bye, but I barely
acknowledged him, my mind was filled with Samantha. At home we began
taking off clothing even before we'd got the front door closed. It was
a wild weekend of sex, and more sex.
Anyway, after two months of ever more tedious meetings and planning
sessions the real work finally began. New equipment started rolling
in, piles of cables had to be strung throughout the building, and I
was spending longer and longer times away from Sam, working sometimes
late into the evening when I'd drive home in a daze to fall into bed.
Samantha, at now nearly seven months along, was looking ever more
radiant with her tummy sticking out and it bumping into me when I held
her in my arms. She was bubbling over with that healthy glow that
comes along with being pregnant. Her earlier wild mood swings had
evened out and her bad dreams at night were much less frequent now.
She'd sometimes be awkward as hell, almost comical when she'd jump out
of a chair and find her center of gravity had shifted over the
previous few minutes. Or she'd reach over for something to come up
short as her belly bumped into something in the way. I'd go to her and
hold her, telling her how beautiful she looked, and really mean it,
because she was just so adorable.
It was on a lazy Sunday afternoon, and I'd taken a day off work just
to be with her, that the subject of her spending some time in Mike's
cage came up. She'd had another ultrasound during the past week, and
it was confirmed, the baby was a normal, healthy, girl. We celebrated
that Sunday morning, by spending it in bed.
"You know Samantha," I said, "I'll be very busy at work for the next
month at least, until we get the new systems up and running. If you
were stuck in Mike's cage I wouldn't have to drive all the way here
each night. Mike lives only fifteen minutes from the hospital, I could
set up a cot in his dungeon and sleep there beside you."
"Sleep beside me while I'm locked in the cage?" She asked.
"Well, ya. I don't suppose we could fuck with you in there, but it
might be fun anyway. You know? Let me call Mike and see if the cage is
free for the next little while. When's your next doctor's
appointment?"
Sam thought for a moment. "Mid May, four weeks away."
"Were you planning anything for the next few weeks?"
Sam started grinning a big grin. "I guess I could re-arrange my
schedule."
I gave Mike a call in the evening.
"Jim, buddy, how've you been? Long time no hear."
"Been workin' my ass off Mike. How's things?"
"Me and the girls got back from visting your pal Billy in Oklahoma
last weekend. The twins got their collars put on."
Wow! I'd forgot. "Super!" I said. "How'd it go?"
"Took old Bill a while to machine out the lettering, then he had to
send em off for the gold filling. I got busy with clients then, but we
finally had it done. The girls look great, I'm grateful for your
hooking me up with the guy."
"I'm eager to see them. Listen Mike, could Sam book some time in your
cage sometime soon?"
"Hell Jim, anytime. It's not being used at the moment."
I told Mike about my working at the hospital in the city and how I'd
like to rent a cot in his dungeon to save myself some travel time.
"Jim you dog, that's so sweet! Sleeping with Samantha, holding hands
through the bars. I'm touched."
I laughed to cover my embarrasment. Mike made a sugestion that I
thought was a good one, and I said we'd see him in the morning.
I had a lock like Mike had mentioned and I went to the basement and
dug it out. One of those big, heavy, high security kinds. Using a
caliper I measured the shackle thickness to see if it would fit.
A bit under half inch. Perfect. I looked around the room. Climbing up
on the workbench I tapped in a nail, clicked open the lock and pulled
the keys out, then hung them on the nail out of sight.
I carried the open lock up to the bedroom where Samantha was waiting
for me. She'd had to wait there for me, a thin chain went through her
two bracelets and was locked to the headboard. I placed the big lock
on the bed before her.
"Mike said we could use his cage anytime." I told Sam.
Sam's eyes were on the lock. "That's a big lock." she said.
"Mike sugested it." I said. "When I told him I'd like to move into his
dungeon with you he thought more security might be needed on the door
to the cage. Just so I don't let you out and have my way with you. The
keys are hanging downstairs. When you're inside the cage it will be an
hour and a half drive to go get them."
Sam sat there staring open mouthed at the big, solid lock. Then a grin
began to spread over her face.
"You like?"
"That means I'll truly be stuck in there."
"If you have an emergency, like if you start to have a baby, I can get
you out. In an hour and a half I can drive here and back. Once you go
into labour it takes a while to have the baby, but that's not going to
happen yet, it's still too early.
"But. . . ."
I could see Sam trying to think about all the things that could go
wrong. But people like her, and I, we don't dwell on the reasons why
not to do something crazy, we just do it and hope for the best. And it
usually works out just great, fantastic. Sam was smiling again and I
went on.
"We'll put you inside with no bondage at first. Once the lock snaps
shut, you're in. I don't think you could stand it long all squashed up
like Lisa was, not with that big belly of yours. It's cramped enough
inside that little cage.
"Once you're settled in, after a few days, we'll add something. A lock
on your bracelets, a chain to the bars. Maybe in the end you'll be all
trussed up like Lisa was, we'll have to see how it goes. O.K.?"
"Master I love it. When can we start?"
"I told Mike we'd be there in the morning. I'll pack your toothbrush
and hair brush, that's all you'll need."
Sam was smiling and made a grab for me, but with her hands chained to
the bed it didn't work. I moved closer and snuggled up to her. Her big
belly was pressed against me, I felt Gwen kick me, and all was right
with the world.
I was late for work Monday morning, but I didn't care. I had more
important things to do, like getting my wife locked inside Mike's
cage. I had Samantha wear just a light jacket, since the weather was
getting warmer, nothing on underneath. In one pocket she had her
toothbrush, the other her hair brush. We drove to Mike's big mansion
in the city.
Inside the door we were greeted by my buddy Mike. Sam took her jacket
off and I heard him gasp as he got an eyefull of Sam's big tummy
jutting out at him. His arm went towards Sam and she instinctively
touched his hand as if to shake it. But it wasn't a handshake Mike was
after.
Mike awkwardly stood open mouthed for a moment.
"Mike wants to touch your belly, Sam." I offered.
"I, may I?" Mike stammered.
I took Sam's jacket and handed it to Lisa who'd appeared along with
her sister at the front door. Mike's hand trembled slightly as he
touched her big bulge with his palm, then withdrew it slightly.
"It feels hard." he said. "May I?"
Mike placed his hand on the top, then gently stroked down over her
belly button to the lower part. I saw him press slightly, feeling the
weight of our unborn child. He jumped a bit and jerked his hand away.
He looked up at Samantha. "Something moved."
"There's a baby in there." I said
The twins had gathered around us and they, like Samantha, were nude.
Yet not quite. The collars that Billy the welder had made them were
the same as I'd seen on Pat in the Bahamas, a flat band of solid shiny
steel. Maybe an inch wide and perhaps a quarter inch thick, they fit a
little loosely around each girl's neck.
Mike gave Sam's tummy a final feel, then let the twins have a turn.
The two pretty blond girls began fawning over my wife as I'd seen them
do at the house last time.
"Miss Samantha, you look so pretty." said Lisa. "You're so much bigger
now."
Both Sam and I were staring at the girl's collars. Mike took Lisa and
moved her hair to show off Billy's handiwork.
Next to the ring in the front, Lisa's name was done in fancy scroll
lettering, inlayed gold set flush into the silver coloured stainless
steel. Simply stunning. Lisa's name was to the left of the ring,
Liselle's had hers on her right side.
"I'd thought at first that block letters would be easiest to do." Mike
explained. "But Billy said he could do it nicer than that. It took him
a while, but he seems to have a passion for his work."
"He's quite the character." I said. "I bet he got a charge seeing
these two lovelies."
Mike grinned. "His hands were shaking so bad we had to stop. I let him
sit and have some time with the girls to settle him down."
I laughed. "Ya, I'm sure that calmed him down."
I slid my finger under Liselle's collar and looked closely at the
back, but I could neither see nor feel where Billy had done the weld.
"Beautiful work." I said. "You girls look lovely."
"Thank you Sir." they said together.
We finally all headed downstairs to the dungeon. The lights in the
room were bright, the cage sat in the corner of the room, door open at
the ready. Samantha and I went to it while Mike and the twins stood
nearby.
I'd brought an old, but soft blanket to spread over the concrete floor
inside the cage. I knelt in front of the door and lay the blanket down
inside. Sam knelt beside me and we took a moment to embrace each
other, for the last time in what could be a while. I kissed her and
whispered that I loved her.
Samantha crawled into the little cage. She settled onto the blanket,
sitting in a slightly crouched position with the top of her head
pressed against the top bars of the cage. I slowly swung the door
closed until the latch closed with a solid clang. Taking the big lock
from my pocket I fitted the shackle into the plate of the latch.
Samantha's hand extended through the bars of the cage door to gently
touch mine.
"I love you master." she said.
She pressed on my hand, I pushed, and the lock closed with a final
sounding thump.
I stood up. "Bye Sam. I'll see you tonight."
With that, Mike, the twins, and I, filed out of the basement dungeon
leaving my pretty Samantha alone, trapped in the cage.
Upstairs, Mike pulled me aside.
"Are you sure Samantha's going to be alright in that thing?" he asked.
"Mike, I haven't got a clue. All I know is it's something she wants to
do. I think it's something that she needs to do. She has to go through
it to see if she can, you know?"
"Ya, I know. It's just that big tummy of hers. I felt the baby punch
my hand Jim. How's Sam going to manage in there like that, all
squashed up with no room to stretch out?"
"Look." I said. "Check in on her from time to time, see if she's all
right. Don't bother her too much for the first little while and we'll
see how she takes to it. If there's any problems, have the hospital
page me. I think she'll be fine, but. . . ."
"Ya, I know, Jim. Don't worry, me and the girls will take care of
her."
"That's what I'm worried about." I said with a grin.
Outside I got my bag of clothes, my sleeping bag and a pad, and a
pillow. Mike took the stuff inside. I got into the truck and drove
away.
There was no way I could concentrate on my work that day and I made
the same mistakes over and over. I was helping pull in new cables and
one time the wire ran out, slipping through my fingers as the other
guy pulled, two floors up. I watched the end disappear into the hole
in the wall, watched it as one would watch a poisonous snake slither
into it's hole, making no effort to grab the end and save an hour's
work in fishing the cable back down. Carlos came down to see me
sitting there, staring at the outlet with no wire in it, my mind, a
million miles away.
Not really that far, only a fifteen minute drive away. My lovely Sam,
sitting alone in Mike's basement room, stuck inside a little steel
cage.
It would be early now, she'd still be exploring the confines of the
thing. Getting a feel for what could become her new home for the next
little while. She'd be pushing her arms and legs out through the tight
bars, seeing how far she could streach before being stopped by the
hard steel that surrounded her.
Sam was mostly sleeping on her side lately, letting the weight of her
tummy rest against the matress. She'd have to have her feet sticking
out through the bars at the end of the cage. Her head pressed up
against the other end.
A voice called to me through the fog.
"Jim! Wake up. You have a rough weekend?"
Carlos, seeing me sitting there looking at the hole in the wall.
Where'd the cable go?
"Give you a day off and we have to re-train you?"
"I. . . ."
"Come on. Let's go for coffee."
"You go Carlos, I've got to make a call."
"Still mooning over your new wife? She's probably on the couch eating
candies and watching T.V."
Oh, I don't think so. I found a phone and called Mike's. He picked up,
told me everything was fine.
"Sam's just fine." he said. "She was just sitting there last time I
looked. There's just one thing, we have a narrow pan for a toilet down
there and she has trouble squatting over it to go."
"How much space between the bars?" I asked.
"Four inches except one corner. There's six there."
"I've got just the thing." I said.
I went and found Carlos, grabbed a coffee, and we got back to work.
Around two, we broke for lunch and I found what I needed, got in the
truck and drove to Mike's. I'd swiped a bed pan from the hospital, a
nice shiny stainless steel one that was just under six inches high.
Downstairs I saw my girl, sitting on her blanket inside the cage,
looking back at me.
"I brought you a present." I said, passing the bed pan sideways
through the bars in the corner of the cage.
"Oh Master, you're so sweet." she said laughingly.
I squeezed my arms through the bars to embrace Sam, hard steel between
us. She pressed her face to the side, I did the same, and we kissed.
Her little silver nose ring clicked against the steel bar as our
tongues danced together. My hands ran up and down her back, sliding
over her soft, silky hair. Sam shifted a bit to the right, pressing my
arm against the bar, and I broke away and let out a little yelp of
pain. Sam moved backwards to the other side of the cage, laughing.
Lisa brought me down a sandwich and I ate lunch sitting beside
Samantha with her stuck inside the small steel cage.
On the way out Mike gave me a key to the house so I could come and go
if they wern't around. Seeing that Sam was O.K. made me feel better
and I was able to get some work done that afternoon. In the evening,
the twins had a plate of dinner for me when I got "home" and one for
Sam, since she'd wanted to have supper with me. We ate together
sitting on the floor, her inside the cage and me beside it. Sam's
plate wouldn't fit through without the food falling off so she had to
reach past the bars to get a fork full, then bring it inside to her
mouth. This was going to be a weird few weeks.
Mike gave me the run of the basement with the bar and fridge, the big
T.V. with satellite reception. He'd said to hang handcuffs over the
door knob to the dungeon if I needed privecy, so later on in the
evening that's what I did.
I grabbed another set off the rack and clicked one cuff through Sam's
two bracelets. I attached the other cuff to a top bar of her cage. Sam
manouvered her bum up against the end. I pushed my dick inside her
cage and inside her.
Now this is a bloody awkward way to fuck, let me tell you. Sam would
move and I would too, but we couldn't seem to move together with the
unmovable steel bars between us. I couldn't get far inside her with
the bars pressed against me. My cock kept slipping out. Sam was on her
knees with her hands locked to the top of the cage and in the end I
reached inside to grab her hips to hold her still. Then I could bang
away, ramming my pelvis against those hard bars, but feeling my cock
sliding in Sam's velvety pussy. It worked out not too bad.
I unlocked the cuffs from Sam. She'd been dumping the bed pan by the
drain in the floor so I used the hose to rinse out her pan and around
the drain. Solid waste could be carried to the toilet, but pee was no
problem. I got her a glass of milk and one for me, then I made my bed
up on the floor beside her. Sam was playing with the handcuffs I'd
left beside the cage. She clicked one down around her left wrist. Her
bracelet would jangle against it when she moved her arm.
I went and fiddled with the light dimmers on the wall, settling on
having one light in the middle of the room on low. I heard the
ratcheting of a handcuff, loud in the quiet dungeon. Making my way
back to the cage, I lay down on the sleeping bag. I reached into the
cage to feel Samantha, laying on her side, one hand stroking my arm,
the other cuffed to the bars between us.
"Good night Little One." I said.
"Good night Master."
I wakened with the incessant chirping of my little travel alarm clock
next to my head. Grabbing it, I felt for the button and clicked it
off. Then I opened my eyes, but it was still quite dark. My hand was
touching Samantha, but there was something pressing against my arm. A
hard steel bar. In the dim light of Mike's dungeon I saw Sam's eyes
twinkling, staring at me.
"Good morning Master." she said.
"Morning beautiful. Sleep well?"
"Mmmm." she purred. "Yes sir, I did."
"I have to go to work." I said glumly.
"Be home for lunch?"
Lunch? Why not. "Sure." I said.
I found the handcuff key to take them off the cage bar and Sam's
wrist, and I emptied out her bed pan after she passed it through to
me. I left the cuffs and the key on the floor beside her cage, in case
she wanted something to play with later on. I then got dressed, kissed
her goodbye, and went upstairs.
Lisa was already up and had a coffee ready for me. She'd made a bacon
and egg sandwich, also for me. Since I didn't have to haul ass down
the highway I could sit and enjoy my breakfast, as well as the company
of the lovely Lisa.
"How is Miss Samantha Sir?" Lisa asked. "Did she sleep well?"
"Yes Lisa, I believe she did. I think she's going to enjoy her time
down there."
I guess emboldened by my easy manner, Lisa asked, "Master had
instructed us not to bother Miss Samantha, but sister and I would like
to see her, if we may."
"Well why don't you and Liselle visit her for a little while this
morning. Now the two of you just go see her and talk to her for a bit,
I'll be back here for lunch and I'll see how she is. Then maybe this
afternoon you can all get together for some fun. Would that be O.K.?"
"Oh yes, thank you Sir.
In her excitement Lisa forgot her place, and she put her arm around my
shoulder, bending to kiss me. She stopped just short to pull her arm
away, then bowed her head down, shamed by her impulsiveness. I stood
up, reached up to hook my finger through the ring in her collar, then
pulled her face to me and kissed her on the lips.
"Thank you for the lovely breakfast Lisa." I said. "I've gotta run."
Yes, there was a definite spring in my step that morning and Carlos
and I managed to work as a team, getting all the cables pulled in on
two floors of the hospital. Just after one thirty we took lunch and I
drove back to Mike's house to see my wife. Mike was out, but the twins
met me at the door. A tray had been prepared so I took it down to the
dungeon.
Sam was laying down inside the cage, having a nap, but she sat up when
she heard me enter. She had the handcuffs locked around her wrists and
her bracelets tinkled against them. I placed the tray down beside her
cage, then pressed my face to the bars to kiss her.
Something had been added to the cage and I glanced at it. The water
bottle had been mounted to the end that faced the wall with the clear
plastic tube running down to the hollow dildo that was clamped to a
bar. The end of the dildo was sticking inside, for Sam to drink from.
"I see you have a new toy." I said.
"The twins came to visit with me and I said I was thirsty, so they
gave me that." Sam said, frowning at the thing.
"Show me how it works."
Sam turned towards the dildo to take it into her mouth. I watched her
cheeks work as she sucked hard on it. A bubble popped up inside the
bottle showing that Sam had gotten a sip of water from the dildo. She
rocked back on her heels, bumping her head on the top of the cage,
wiped her chin, and smiled at me. So cute.
I checked Sam's cuffs to make sure they weren't too tight. They were
fine, and the double lock had been engaged so they couldn't tighten up
on her. Looking around I spied the key, tossed against one of the
glass panels around the area, out of her reach.
"Who put these on you, the girls?"
Sam blushed a bit. "I did. After you left."
I smiled. Samantha's soup was in a tall, narrow cup that would go
through the bars. A sandwich on a plate, wrapped in plastic. I passed
her the soup and tilted the plate, she took it inside and sat cross
legged on the blanket to eat.
"So, did you have a nice visit with the twins?" I asked.
"They came down to sit with me for a while." Sam answered. Her lower
lip pouted out a bit. "It seemed like they didn't want to stay too
long."
"Well Mike thinks sometimes it's better if you're left alone down
here. Gives a person a chance to think about stuff."
"It gets kinda lonely all by myself. I miss being with you master."
"Would you like the girls to come see you more often?"
Sam's face face brightened. "That would be nice."
"I'll talk to Mike." I said.
Sam made a nice stinky poo and I emptied out her pan, then I had to
go.
"Master?" Sam asked. "Could you take these cuffs off?"
"Maybe tonight." I said, grinning. "I have to get back to work. Bye
Sam."
Upstairs, Mike hadn't returned, but I told the girls that they could
go see Sam for an hour or two if they wanted to. They seemed quite
eager to do so. I left, to return to work.
Samantha heard the twins coming and she looked up. The two girls,
wearing nothing as was the rule for women inside the room, were coming
to visit again. Sam sat up with the handcuffs digging into her wrists,
her bracelets dropping down her arms to jangle noisily against them.
The girls were holding hands as they approached the cage.
"Master Jim said we could see you again." Liselle said. "If we're
bothering you, we could come back later."
"No, please. Sit with me for a while."
Lisa found a blanket to spread on the floor and the two sat close
together beside the cage. Sam placed her hands on the bars and the two
girls reached out to touch Sam's hands. Sam tried to reach out through
the bars, but of course the handcuff chain made that impossible. She
tried pushing both arms through the same place but her arms got
squashed together making them press her breasts together, and it hurt.
"Could you take these off me?" Sam asked. "The key is right over
there."
Liselle looked at Lisa.
Lisa said, "Our master would be angry if we were to interfere with
your bondage Miss. I'm sorry."
"But I put these on myself, this morning."
"Did you ask that Master Jim take them off when he was with you
earlier?"
"Yes, but he didn't."
"Then we can not." Liselle said.
Lisa looked towards the handcuff key. "How did the key get there?"
"I. . . ." Sam hesitated a moment. "I threw it there after I'd locked
the cuffs on."
"Please, tell me, why did you throw the key out of your reach?"
"I. . . ." Again a pause while Sam tried to make sense of it. "I
wanted to stay like this. I didn't want to be able to take them off."
Lisa smiled. "And so, it is done."
Lisa reached inside the cage to stroke Sam's cheek. Liselle also put
her arms through the bars to smooth Sam's hair. She gathered it up in
one hand, holding it's length tightly, wrapping the strands around her
hand, and gave it a gentle tug. Sam closed her eyes. Liselle pulled on
Samantha's hair to bring her head up against the side of the cage. She
held Sam there for a moment, then released her hair. Picking up Sam's
brush, Liselle began to brush out the length of her hair.
"You have lovely long hair, Miss Samantha. May I braid it for you?"
"If you'd like." Sam said, contentedly.
Liselle got up to leave the cage area and go to the rack of dungeon
supplies. On a shelf she found what she wanted, then returned to sit
beside the cage once more. While Sam leaned back against the side,
Liselle took up the length of her hair. She gathered it up in an even
bunch up high on the back of Samantha's head.
Lisa held the bunch of hair while Liselle tied the thin cotton rope
around the base. Then, Sam's hair was divided into five fairly even
bunches. The rope made six, and the twins braided up Sam's hair,
intertwining the length of rope amongst the lengths of hair. Samantha
was left with one, tight, intricate braid, about four feet of rope
hanging off the end. Liselle used a short strip of rawhide to tie off
the end of the braid.
The twins got Samantha on her knees facing the side of the cage. They
had her bring her handcuffed hands through the bars on top, then her
arms up through to her elbows. Sam's arms were drawn backwards by Lisa
so her forearms were flat on top of the cage, her elbows hooked over a
bar. Lisa hooked a thumb around the handcuff chain to hold them.
Liselle took hold of Sam's braid to feed it through the top of the
cage and around a bar behind her. She brought it around Sam's handcuff
chain, then back to the back where she pulled up all the slack,
drawing Sam's head backwards, to tie the rope off.
Sam arched her back to relieve the strain on her neck. Her face was
pressed against the top bars, her eyes staring at her bracelets and
the handcuffs on her wrists. The twins had her get her feet under her
so her knees were up and her feet were flat on the blanket. Her thighs
pressed against her big belly. Samantha had a bit more comfort this
way, but only for a moment. Liselle pulled in a bit more slack on
Sam's hair and re-tied the rope.
Samantha could not move her upper body one bit. If she tried to raise
her hands, her hair would pull her head back even more. She tried to
move her feet forward, but her toes hit the bars in front of her. By
hanging from her elbows her bum wouldn't reach the floor. She pushed
one foot between the bars in front, but she knew they were too close
together and she only could get her foot and part of her lower leg
through. She couldn't stretch her leg out. Sam got her feet under her
again and squatted, staring at the ceiling through the bars.
The twins sat, watching Sam struggle. Samantha felt very uncomfortable
and didn't think she could take much more of this. She couldn't raise
up because her face was pressing against the top bars and she couldn't
lower herself because her arms held her up, and her hair would pull
her head back even more.
"Lisa, it hurts." Sam cried.
"I know Miss Samantha."
"Just five more minutes Samantha." Liselle said.
Samantha hung on, counting the seconds. The bars pressed on her
forehead and her cheeks. Hard steel bars alongside her eyes. Her legs
trembled with strain. Samantha shifted her feet back, then forward,
searching for the center.
"Just a little more Samantha." Lisa said, encouragingly. "You can do
it."
Sam felt it as a slippery motion against her thighs, her baby moving
inside her. The child seemed to do a flip, a violent shift which threw
Sam's balance off. She inched her feet forwards an inch to compensate,
and she was hit with a pleasant sensation. Equilibrium, the glorious
center point. Sam's fingers had been clutching the rope between her
cuffs and she relaxed her grip. A feeling seemed to flow down her
arms, across her shoulders and down her body, along her legs, down to
her toes. Samantha began to smile. Her neck relaxed and the pressure
of the bars against her face eased.
Lisa held her hair so it wouldn't fall on Sam as she leaned over the
cage to gaze into her eyes.
"You've done it." she quietly said. "You've found your center."
"I believe we must hurry." said Liselle to her sister.
Both the twins had smelled it, now Lisa went to Jim's clothing bag.
Beside it, on the floor, the shirt he'd worn to work yesterday. Lisa
picked it up. Samantha would make a mess of her blanket so Lisa placed
the shirt between Sam's feet, under her bottom. Then Lisa did what she
had wanted to do for a while now. She brought her hand up to stroke a
finger between Samamtha's labia rings.
Liselle had her hands on Sam's breasts and Sam felt the contact with
her nipples at the same time as Lisa touched her, lower down. Sam's
body shuddered as the two sensations collided within her. Lisa touched
the rings, flicking them to make them tinkle together, while Liselle
gently kneaded Sam's breasts and tweaked her nipples. Lisa slipped her
finger through Sam's slit, then pressed lightly on her clit. Her hand
was met with a warm gush of Samantha's juices.
Lisa was laying on the floor with her hand stroking Sam's pussy while
Liselle was bent over the cage, both her arms inside, stroking Sam's
breasts. Liselle's breast was right over Samantha's face and she took
the nipple into her mouth. Sam began to suck greedily on Liselle's
nipple while an insane mix of feelings pushing her brain into
overload.
Samantha was in the right position to give birth, and at first that's
what the twins thought was about to happen. Sam's body went hard,
every muscle tensing up, preparing for the onslaught of her cum. Her
face pressed tight against the top of the cage as she panted in great
breaths of air. Sam began to groan loudly with each breath. A torrent
of liquid gushed from her pussy, drenching Lisa's hand working at her
clit and soaking Jim's shirt as well as a good portion of the blanket.
An intense orgasm blasted Samantha's mind out of the cage that trapped
her body, out of the dungeon, and off to never never land.
Lisa had screamed when the flood poured over her hand, thinking it was
Sam's water that had broke. She jumped back from the cage, looking
frantically towards her sister for guidance. Liselle, her hands still
on Samantha's breasts, felt the immensity of the orgasm that gripped
the girl. Sam's entire being was vibrating with it. Liselle moved her
hands lower, around the sides of Sam's tummy. She felt Sam's womb
contracting tight around the baby, then felt it release. Slowly,
rhythmically, Sam's orgasm gripped her tight, then allowed a brief
period of relaxation. Liselle could feel the baby stretch out between
the contractions, move around a bit inside. All was well.
"It's all right Lisa." Liselle said. "Come, hold Samantha. We have to
release her now."
Lisa moved towards the cage and held Sam upright while Liselle pulled
the slip knot to untie Sam's hair braid. She passed it through the
cuffs and slowly raised Sam's hands up to allow her to lower herself
down inside the cage. Lisa guided Sam's head so she didn't bump it,
and Samantha, still quaking from her orgasm, slumped down to the
bottom of the cage.
Liselle worked the sodden shirt out from under Sam, then balled it up
and threw it at her sister. It caught her square in the face and Lisa
yelped as the shirt, soaked with Sam's pussy juice, splatted across
her mouth and nose.
"You'd best rinse that out." Liselle said. "Master Jim will be mad at
you."
Lisa peeled the shirt off her face and stood up. She went to go, but
as she passed Liselle her fingers found a particularly juicy part, and
she rubbed it into her sister's face. Liselle let out a roar and
jumped up. Lisa was already on the run, but of course she collided
with Mike who'd come down to investigate the noises coming from the
dungeon. His arms went around the naked Lisa, the cum soaked shirt
pressed between them.
My beeper went off around three thirty with a cryptic "sam ok/call
mike" on the display. I found a phone and Mike picked up on the first
ring. He sounded pissed.
"Sam's all right," he said first, "she's resting. Did you tell my
girls they could go fool around with your girl?"
"Well Lisa asked me this morning. . . ."
"Lisa asked? Lisa? Lisa never asks for anything."
"Mike what's got you so steamed? Sam was lonely and she wanted some
company. The girls had a chat this morning and Sam felt better."
"They were doing more than chatting this afternoon."
"I was going to ask you at lunch time, but you weren't there."
"So you gave your permission to my girls to fool with your girl?"
My head was starting to hurt. "Well, ya."
Mike was quiet for a moment. "That was a serious breach of etiquette
Jim. I keep the twins on a short leash and the episode this afternoon
has been a setback in their discipline. We'll have to set some rules,
be here at seven."
"I. . . ." Mike had already hung up.
Promptly at seven I pulled in front of Mike's mansion and stopped.
Inside, Mike called to me from the kitchen. He was drinking red wine
and poured me a glass full, then sat at the table with me. He sounded
a lot calmer than he had been earlier.
"I had a long talk with Samantha after I'd called you." Mike told me.
"She's very much in love with you, you know."
"I know."
"We talked about the times you've whipped her. She'd always asked you
to do it, you've never done it to punish her.."
"She's never given me reason to punish her." This was not the time to
be glib with Mike. "I would never want to punish her Mike, she's a
person and she's free to do as she chooses."
"She can't be a submissive if she's free to do as she chooses."
"She chooses to submit to me Mike. And I gratefully accept her
submission."
Never argue with a lawyer. Mike was quiet for a time. Domination and
submission relationships aren't covered in law school.
"Look, Mike." I said. "You know I'm not as into the scene as you are.
But as an outsider looking in let me tell you, Sam and I have joy
beyond belief. She sometimes rubs me the wrong way, as I do her, I'm
sure. I don't feel it's right to impose my will on her, she has to
want it, or it's just no good. So we talk and try to work through it.
We find a common point and it's pretty damn good for us both.
"The way I see it, a submissive girl is something special, a treasure
box filled with wonders. You look inside, examine a piece. Maybe
smooth the rough edges a little. Help her make things fit better, help
her better understand herself. Then you sit back and revel in the
glory of her surrendering her most precious thing to you, her very
being."
"You're wrong Jim. Domination is the taking of another, by force if
necessary."
"That works for a lot of people, but it's not me Mike. What Sam and I
have may not be true D and S, but it works for us. I don't ask for
things she can not do, but what I do ask for, she willingly gives."
I asked him, "What happened anyway that got you so pissed?"
Mike stood up. "I'll let the girls tell you. Come on."
Mike and I went down to the dungeon. Inside, Lisa was standing beside
one wall, Liselle, the other. The girl's collars were locked to rings
in the walls. I went to Samantha's cage while Mike unlocked Lisa to
bring her over.
Sam sat in her cage, looking sad. I bent to her and reached inside to
stroke her cheek. She'd been crying. She reached for my arm, the
handcuffs still on her wrists, jangling.
"It's O.K. Sam." I said. "I'm here now."
Mike brought Lisa over and had her kneel on the bare floor beside the
cage. He had her tell me about what went on this afternoon. I'd
noticed the rope braided up in Sam's hair, and I sat in wonder as Lisa
revealed Sam's time with the two girls. When she told of the cum
soaked shirt fight, my shirt, I burst out laughing. Laughter in a
dungeon, another no-no I guessed.
"It's not funny Jim." Mike chastened me. "Unauthorized horseplay in My
dungeon! It's unacceptable. I left orders that Sam not be disturbed
down here and then I find that my girls had come down not once but
twice today. You heard what they did to her Jim, you think that's
right? You think it's funny?"
Lisa cringed as I stood up to face Mike. I'd just about had enough. I
had a mind to take Samantha and leave, but she wasn't going anywhere
soon, with that big lock on the cage door.
"For Fuck's sake Mike!" I almost roared. "Sam. Did you have fun with
the twins this afternoon?"
"Yes Master, I did."
"Lisa, did you have a nice time?"
In a shy voice, "Yes I did."
I called over to Liselle. "And you Liselle, did you enjoy the time
with Samantha this afternoon?"
A loud voice. "Yes Sir."
I turned to Mike. He was fuming. "Let's go back upstairs." I
suggested.
Mike turned to go, then paused. He reached into a pocket and tossed a
key towards Lisa.
"Unlock your sister."
Upstairs in the kitchen I poured some wine for Mike and myself. I sat
at the table with Mike and I waited for him to say something. When it
seemed he would not do so, I spoke up.
"I'm starved, I'll go order us some Chinese."
"Yes, O.K." Mike answered with a touch of, I don't know, sadness in
his voice.
I placed the call to the Golden Dragon for a delivery of several
dishes, then I sat with Mike once more.
"You remember Beckey?" he asked me. "The one I went with in high
school?"
"Short redhead with the freckles?"
"That's her. The things she'd do just cause I told her to. She was my
first taste of a subbie girl, and man did she turn me on."
Mike paused, lost in thought. I waited him out.
"Remember Judy? I took her to your and Sue's wedding."
"I remember a brown doggie collar, and everyone trying not to stare."
He laughed, an unhappy sound. I'd never seen my buddy Mike looking so
glum.
"And Wendy, and Nikki." He went on. "Patrice, and Ingrid the big Swiss
blond.. Janice? It was always so great with a new girl Jim. So much to
do, so much to find out. Kim, the exhibitionist, she could refuse me
nothing. The merest suggestion and off she'd go, no matter how
perverse or bizarre."
"You've always had a pretty girl hanging off your arm." I softly said.
"Mike, what's wrong? What's got you so down? I've never seen you like
this."
"No Jim, you never have." A pause. "It would last maybe a year, two
tops. Then, one day, I'd come home and she'd be gone. Sometimes a
note, more often, not. I'd open the door and I'd instantly know, it's
over. She's gone.
"I'd be down for weeks, sometimes months at a time. I couldn't read,
I'd barely eat. Nothing gave me joy after loosing what I'd had. Then,
one day, at the grocery store or even walking down the street. I'd see
a girl and it was like an alarm went off in my head. This is one. We'd
make eye contact and I'd hold her gaze. I'd say something. She'd
answer. And around we'd go until. . . .
It was a few minutes before Mike spoke again. "How long were you and
Susan together, eight years?"
"Nine."
"I'll bet you'd still be together if not for that stupid plane crash.
And now there is Samantha. I can see that you two have what it takes
to stay happily together for a long, long time."
I was beginning to see what Mike was getting at. I thought that I was
starting to understand.
Mike continued. "Lisa and Liselle are the best. There's nothing more I
could ask of two beautifully submissive girls. In my bed at night,
whether we're cuddled close and sleeping, or doing stuff, you know?
Those two make me crazy sometimes.
"But subs need rules Jim. They need orders and they're expected to
carry them out. That's why we're called dominants, we take charge and
make things so, they just have to do it. When I say something is going
to be this way, I expect that it will be that way. Yet, you aren't
like that. You go with a bare outline and just let things happen.
"Like Sam's last session with the whip. You called saying you were
going to whip your wife and wanted the twins to watch over her. O.K.
But then, as I heard, it was Liselle who whipped her while you
watched. You say one thing and then do something else. How can you
just shift gears like that with a sub? Where's the control, with you
or with her?"
"Mike." I said. "It's not so much a control thing with me. It is to a
point, but I work with a greater goal in mind. It's doing something
purely for pleasure, working an idea up and then doing it. I change
things along the way because I see a better direction to take. Liselle
said that you'd suggested she do Sam and Lisa at the same time and I
thought, hell, why not."
"I suggested she do Lisa while you whipped Samantha."
"Well maybe I misunderstood. The point is, the evening went swimmingly
and everyone was happy afterwards. You've gotta understand Mike, Sam
and I do things for both our pleasures, not to rigidly adhere to some
D and S manual, going by chapter and verse. How we get there is not so
important as the results afterwards. Basking in the afterglow of a
scene that went fantastic, that's the important thing.
Samantha might ask me to do something, or I'll get an idea somewhere,
and we talk about it. I don't make her do things, we agree to do them
together. On that last canoe trip of ours, I'd planned things that
didn't quite work the way I thought, but we made up other things as
the trip went along that worked out even better. Even today, I thought
the girls would get together for a while, maybe cuddle and stuff. I
never expected it would go so far, but look what happened. They all
had a great time. Sam especially so, from the sounds of it."
The doorbell rang, the food had arrived. Mike said he'd get it and
asked me to fetch Liselle. So downstairs I went to see the twins
sitting around Samantha's cage. Not touching each other, just sitting
there, with my pretty Samantha inside. Sam's hands were still cuffed
together and I picked up the key to finally take the handcuffs off
her.
"Mike wants to see you." I said to Liselle. "I think to help with
supper."
"Yes Sir." She said, standing.
"I think things are going to be O.K." I told the twins, and Sam.
"Is Mike still mad?" Sam asked me.
"I don't think he's so much mad, as upset."
Samantha's wrists had big red marks on them from being in cuffs the
whole day. Her wrists were a bit sore too. I gave her tummy a feel,
then I said I had to go see Mike. As I was going up the stairs he and
Liselle met me on the way down, Mike carrying a big tray and Liselle
with the bag of food.
"There's another tray of bowls and stuff, Jim. Could you get it?"
On the table was a tray of cups and a teapot, small bowels, spoons and
such. I carried it downstairs. Mike had set the large tray on top of
Sam's cage and the bag of food was sitting on it. Mike and the twins
had seated themselves on cushions around Samantha. I went over to them
and set my tray on the floor nearby, then I took a seat on a cushion
beside Lisa.
"Liselle," Mike asked, "could you go to the other room and fill the
teapot please?"
Mike had a tap in the bar that gave out steaming hot water, so she
wasn't long in returning. She placed the pot on the tray on the cage,
then sat beside her master.
"Girls, and Jim, I'd like to apologize for my outburst this
afternoon." Mike stated. "Samantha and Jim are guests in our home and
if they are content with what happened here today, than I will try to
be more understanding. Now. Let's eat."
At first I thought Liselle had mis-counted the bowels. Lisa handed
them out while Liselle opened the containers of food. Sam, not getting
a bowl, looked through the bars of her cage, expectantly. Lisa spooned
some rice into her bowl, then moved the spoon down and into Sam's
cage. Sam took a mouthful. Liselle picked up two ribs, passing one to
Samantha. And so the meal went, each of us passing bits of food under
the "table" to our treasured pet Samantha. She took sips of tea from
our teacups when one of us would offer.
It takes a big man to admit he's wrong, it takes a bigger one to
apologize for it. There is no manual for dominants, we're mostly left
to figure it out on our own. When you make a mistake in your job you
can usually fix it without any trouble. But when dealing with another
person who's trusted you with their life, their soul, errors in
judgement become much more difficult to smooth over.
As the meal went along the tensions that had built up over the day
started to dissipate. Samantha complained when I finished a sparerib
and tossed the bone inside her cage.
"I thought doggies liked bones." I said, jokingly.
Liselle nibbled all the meat off a chicken wing, then flipped the bone
at Sam. Sam's cage was soon a mess as most of the bones ended up
inside with her. I even saw Mike crack a smile as Sam ate bits of food
handed to her and we'd toss in the empty containers for her to play
with.
[ End part 2/3, Chapter 5/5 "The Ad" ] dino@canoemail.com
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