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 The Ad: Chapter 5/5   Part 3/3	  C/W Dino: June 2000

 By the time the meal was over the area of Sam's cage was an utter mess
 of bones, bits of food, and squashed containers which Sam had sat on.
 Mike stood up to go wash his hands in the sink in the other corner of
 the dungeon. He returned and picked up the cushion he'd been sitting
 on, and brushed off the crumbs.

 "O.K. girls. I want this area scrubbed clean. Jim, your girl looks a
 little grubby, should the twins give her a wash too?"

 I got up. "I'd noticed a bit of a doggie smell. That's a good idea."

 Mike bowed to his girls. "Ladies."

 While the girls got busy getting all the garbage out of Sam's cage
 Mike motioned me towards another part of the room. We sat down on some
 benches and watched the activity. He spoke to me in a quiet voice so
 as not be overheard.

 "I don't know Jim. Old dogs and new tricks, all that. I've been
 noticing it with the girls lately, things just don't have that sparkle
 they once did. I'd sometimes catch them about to do something and it
 would just seem like they were trying to get my goat, just trying to
 see how far they could push before I'd get all riled up. I'd keep them
 to regular discipline sessions, but it was having less and less
 effect. Maybe I will try it your way for a while."

 "Look, Mike." I said. "Don't think I have any of the answers. I
 sometimes feel lost too. Some girls crave the constant discipline,
 others don't need or don't want it. Even I've seen that Lisa and
 Liselle look alike, but they're two distinctly different people
 inside. Sam and I hit it off because we were lucky, that's all. If she
 needed a stronger hand I don't think I could give it. But we've talked
 about it and maybe she's had to compromise. People don't always fit
 into the mold you have, but a bit of give and take, a little all
 around willingness to compromise, and hopefully, things work out."

 "Maybe you're right Jim. It's hard to admit I may have had it wrong
 all these years, but I simply can't risk loosing these two."

 "It's hard work," I said, "just staying on top of one girl, never mind
 having to deal with two. Just lighten up a little. I'm sure they'll
 act up a bit. Go with it, see where it takes you. You might find
 surprises you'd never expected."

 The twins had moved out all the cushions and my bed roll, Sam's
 blanket was pulled out of the cage, and all the garbage from supper
 swept up. Liselle had found some rope and had stood on the cage to
 loop it over a hook. She tied Sam's hair braid to the end and I
 watched her pull Sam's hair up out of the cage drawing her head up to
 the top. Lisa turned on the hose and let the water run warm, then
 began spraying down Samantha inside, neatly avoiding getting her hair
 wet. Liselle reached in with a soapy wash cloth to scrub Sam down.

 After washing Samantha the twins did themselves, then scrubbed the
 cage and the floor around it. Lisa used the hose again to rinse off
 the two girls, herself, and the floor. A towel was handed to Sam, then
 the twins used another to dry themselves. They wiped down the cage and
 the glass panels around the area. A switch was turned on which started
 a fan blowing warm air over the cage to dry everything up. Sam's
 braid was released..

 I went off for a shower and when I returned everyone had cleared out.
 Sam was sitting in her cage, basking in the warm breeze from the
 dryer. I switched it off, got my bed roll, and lay down beside her. A
 clean, soft fluffy blanket lay beside the cage and I pushed it through
 to Samantha. I had to help get it spread out under her since she
 didn't have much room to move in there. I grabbed the rope tied into
 her hair and gave it a tug.

 "So, you had a nice time with the twins today."

 "It was awesome master. But why was Mike so angry?"

 I tried to explain, but it was hard. I told Sam a bit about the girls
 Mike use to have, and how I thought his rigid adherence to discipline
 may had finally drove them to seek another.

 "I know you'd maybe like me to take a firmer hand with you Sam, but
 it's really not something that I can do."

 "I thought at the beginning that's what I wanted, but you've allowed
 me to make my own choices, and some of those were ones I'd never
 thought I'd make. Like in our basement with the twins. I never thought
 I could make love with two other pretty girls watching, but when it
 happened it just felt so right. Seeing Lisa over your face getting
 what you've given me so many times, I felt happy that she was able to
 share in the love that we have for each other."

 "You're the greatest, Sam."

 "As are you, Master."

 I got up to dim the lights, then returned to my wife's side. Sam was
 fidgeting with her hands behind her. She tried to roll over, but her
 tummy got in the way, so she scooted around to face away from me. I
 saw she'd threaded the rope from her hair through her bracelets in
 back of her.

 "Could you tie this for me please?"

 "Sure Sam."

 Next morning I untied her and kissed her good bye. I said I'd rather
 she not do anything with the twins that day, just talk if they come to
 visit. We'd maybe do something on the weekend, I said, which would be
 in two days.

 Upstairs was deserted so I just grabbed a glass of juice, then hit the
 trail. I had breakfast with Carlos and the guys at the hospital. A
 truckload of new terminals had arrived last night, so our work was
 planned out for the next few days. Nigel had got the new system
 running last night and would be loading the software while the rest of
 us installed terminals around the building.

 I called Mike around noon and Lisa, or Liselle picked up.

 "Lisa?" It was Liselle. "I won't make it for lunch, we're really busy
 here. How's Samantha?"

 "She's fine Sir. We were just talking with her a while ago."

 "Good. I'll see you at dinner."

 "Sir?"

 "Yes?"

 Liselle's voice dropped. "My sister and I wish to thank you Sir."

 "For what?"

 "You know. For talking to Master last evening."

 "I. . . ." My voice dropped too. "I only want the best for the three
 of you, Liselle."

 "I know Sir. We'll see you later."

 The twins had prepared a wonderful feast for dinner that evening,
 which we all ate downstairs again using Sam's cage for a table. A big
 board was placed upon it and chairs were placed around. Even a candle
 on top. Samantha, underneath, was fed by our hands slipping bits of
 food to her. She'd take the food from my fingers with her mouth,
 lapping up any juices or gravy from my fingers with her tongue.

 Mike seemed in a much better mood, and the twins were on their best
 behaviour as well. I silently wished them the kinds of peace and joy
 that Samantha and I shared.

 The following evening I spent some time sitting around upstairs with
 Mike and the twins, knocking around ideas to further torture my wife.
 Mike mostly sat quietly in his big chair in the corner of his living
 room, listening as the girls and I discussed what we could do. I could
 see there'd be some unease at times when Mike would speak up over some
 point and the twins would become quiet for a time. Discussing a scene
 as equals was new territory for them all.

 "Lisa," Mike said, "Samantha was quite taken with the way you were all
 trussed up tight inside the cage last time. Do you think she'd be
 interested in trying it like that herself."

 Lisa began speaking before she realized she'd actually been asked to
 give an opinion on something.

 "I remember she seem. . . She seemed very interested that time. Sir."

 "I'm not sure about the dildo in back." I said. "Even with the cage
 bars between us I've been hitting bottom lately. I don't want her to
 do herself an injury up there."

 Liselle spoke up. "We have a thicker one that's not as long."

 "That might be better." I said.

 "What about the strain on her back with the weight of her belly
 hanging down?" asked Liselle.

 Lisa spoke up. "We could use several loops of rope, evenly spaced
 along her body, to help support her."

 Even without the presence of Samantha, but with the help of Mike's
 girls who'd already done time in the cage and knew what to expect,
 we'd discussed the scene, contributed ideas, and had come up with a
 plan that I felt Sam would enjoy. Mike was smiling, the girls were
 smiling, and so was I.

 "Liselle?" Mike asked. "Could you go in the bedroom and bring a six
 foot chain and two locks please?"

 Liselle jumped up. "Yes Sir."

 When she'd gone Mike held out his hand towards Lisa. From her chair,
 she went to her knees, then moved the short distance to Mike's chair.
 Kneeling beside his legs, she placed her head and hands in his lap.
 Mike tenderly stroked the girl's hair.

 Liselle returned to kneel on the other side of Mike's legs and handed
 the requested items to him. Mike took one end of the steel chain and
 locked it to the ring on Liselle's collar. Lifting Lisa's head, he
 locked the other end to her's. The twins looked at one another,
 fingering the links of the chain that connected them together.

 "Stand up girls." Mike told them. "Let Jim see how nice you look."

 The two girls got up and moved to stand before me. The sight of the
 two identical twins chained together took my breath away. Their long
 blond hair and perfect bodies. The shiny steel collar on Lisa, the
 chain locked and hanging down to her pussy, then back up and locked to
 the matching collar on Liselle. The girls posed for me, moving a bit,
 the chain tinkling. Stunning.

 Mike raised his hand and the twins came to him. He reached out to take
 hold of the chain. He pulled slightly and the girls sank to their
 knees before him. They brought their heads together on Mike's lap as
 he held the chain close to their collars in one hand. Liselle reached
 up to unfasten Mike's pants and he lifted his butt up off the chair to
 allow the twins to pull them down.

 "Err, I think I'll go see Samantha now." I said, standing.

 "Good night Jim." Mike said.

 "Good night Sir." said the girls, Lisa's voice a bit muffled.

 Down in the dungeon I told Samantha what we'd planned to do to her. I
 mentioned the shorter dildo and the rope idea to help support her
 inside the cage.

 "I'll be just like Lisa was?" She asked. "For how long?"

 "As long as you want." I said. "So long as you can stand it, I guess.
 Now, if you get into any trouble with the baby or anything I want you
 to say so. I'll want someone here at all times, ready to release you.
 If you just need a rest we'll let you go, then after, if you're O.K.,
 you can continue if you want. All right?"

 "Yes."

 "Good."

 I took a quick shower in the bathroom in the other room, then I made
 up my bed beside Samantha. Sam was laying on her side facing me and I
 reached through the cage bars to stroke her big tummy. She placed her
 hands on my arm to press my hand to her and I felt our baby squirming
 around inside her. I pressed my face to the bars, Sam moved her head
 closer, and we kissed. We slept holding each other's hand.

 In the morning I dressed quietly so as not to disturb Sam, then I went
 upstairs. In the kitchen, Lisa and Liselle had a coffee ready for me,
 and had made me breakfast as well. They'd both had to get up to do it,
 the six foot chain was still locked to both their collars.

 "It wasn't necessary for you to wake up early just to make breakfast
 for me." I told them.

 "We're pleased that we may do this small thing for you Sir." Liselle
 said.

 "Well thank you girls. I truly do appreciate all that you've done for
 Samantha and I."

 Lisa said, "Master asked me to enquire of you if we could begin
 putting the restraints on Samantha this afternoon so she's readied for
 your return. "

 "You may prepare her inside the cage, but leave the two dildoes for
 when I get back. I don't want to miss the look on her face when she
 realises she's stuck like that."

 "Very good Sir." Liselle said. "I'm sure that her reaction will be
 interesting."

 The crew took it easy that day at work since the project was ahead of
 schedule, and also, it being a Friday. Nigel had given us the weekend
 off and we all were looking forward to a nice two days holiday. Around
 five we called it quits for the day, and I jumped into my Jeep for the
 drive to Mike's.

 I let myself in and as I passed by Mike's study I saw him on the phone
 with someone, but he motioned that I go downstairs. Liselle was in the
 kitchen, tending to dinner, and she crossed the room to give me a peck
 on the cheek.

 "We're glad you're home early today." she said. "Miss Samantha is
 quite eager to have her bondage completed. She has already eaten
 something Sir."

 "Thanks Liselle. I'd best go see her."

 Down in the dungeon, Lisa was keeping Sam company. Sam was on her
 hands and knees inside the cage, her bum resting on a steel bar that
 was clamped to the sides. Coils of thick, soft rope went around and
 around her body starting at her hips, just under her tummy, and it
 looped up over a bar, then back around her. The rope continued over
 the next bar, then around her again, a little higher up. A few more
 loops around her belly to just under her breasts, then a bar was
 skipped where her breasts were, leaving them nicely exposed. Two more
 loops supported her chest and shoulders. I reached in to give her
 nipples a squeeze. Her hair was still in a long braid with the rope
 woven in and it had been pulled up through the top of the cage and
 tied off. This served nicely to support her head.

 I'd been finding tie wraps in my pockets each night and had been
 dumping them in the corner beside my bag. Tie wraps are strips of
 plastic that you wrap a bundle of cables with and push one end through
 a catch in the other end. You draw the strip up tight around the
 cables and it locks in place to hold them. Two of these had been used
 to attach Sam's bracelets to the sides of the cage. She could raise
 her hands a little, up and down the cage bar, with the plastic loop
 sliding on the bar. That was about the limits of her movement.

 Around Sam's ankles were locked the heavy shackles that I'd seen on
 Lisa. They looked sort of tight since Sam's ankles had swollen a bit
 from her being pregnant. A short bar led from each of the shackles to
 a clamp that was bolted to the bars of the cage on either side. I saw
 that Sam had her old blanket back, washed, and she knelt on two small
 cushions. I went to my clothing bag and found my laundry had also been
 done. I pulled out shorts and a shirt.

 "I'm just going to take a quick shower Lisa, I won't be long."

 After I'd cleaned up and dressed I went back to see Sam. Reaching into
 her cage to stroke her cheek, she turned her head and took my finger
 into her mouth. She lovingly licked and sucked on my finger as I
 watched her rub her bum on the bar in back of her. Besides the fact of
 Sam being tied tightly inside of a locked cage, which turned me on
 plenty, the simple act of her making love to my finger started to get
 me aroused as hell. I looked up at Lisa somewhat embarrassed, and re-
 arranged myself inside my shorts. Lisa smiled.

 "Miss Samantha has eaten a light snack." Lisa said. "Does she wish
 supper now, or would she like to finish with the bondage?"

 I pulled out my finger. "Sam, are you hungry or do you want the
 dildoes put in now?"

 It took a moment for Sam to settle down. "Could I have a glass of
 apple juice first?"

 Lisa stood up to go get Sam's juice and while she was gone I asked Sam
 how she was. She said she was doing just fine. I told her we would put
 the two cocks into her for the evening and then she could have a break
 later on to eat something. Lately she'd been uncomfortable eating big
 meals, preferring to snack several times during the day instead. I
 slid my hand under the coils of rope to feel her tummy. I let my hand
 rest there for a while, feeling Sam's regular breathing pushing her
 tummy against my hand. Then, I felt a small tremor as Gwen shifted her
 position inside a bit.

 Lisa returned with a glass of juice and a straw and she held the glass
 for Samantha while she drank the apple juice through the straw. When
 she'd finished, Lisa set the glass down on the table beside the wall.
 She picked up a black rubber dildo with a clamp attached to the end.

 The dildo was only around five inches long but was thick enough that
 Sam would certainly be aware of it's presence in her pussy. Lisa gave
 me a look and I nodded my head. We both went to the rear of the cage.

 I reached inside and lifted Sam's bum up off the cross bar. Lisa
 gently worked the rubber cock into my wife's cunt, then I let Sam
 lower herself until the clamp on the dildo seated on the cross bar.
 Lisa turned the bolt with her fingers to snug the dildo in place.

 We watched as Samantha rocked herself forward and the tip of the dildo
 slipped out of her. She moved back, shifting a bit to line herself up,
 then took it into her again. Lisa stood up to go to the table and she
 picked up some chain.

 Liselle and Mike had come down to watch. Liselle helped her sister get
 the neck chain adjusted and locked around Samantha's neck. They got
 Sam to move fully back on the rear dildo, then the long steel bar was
 pushed through the cage in front of Sam's face and they locked down
 the clamps on the ends with a small wrench. The hollow dildo was
 removed from the front of the cage, disconnected from the water
 bottle, and positioned before Samantha's mouth. Sam grinned at me,
 then opened her mouth to take the thing inside her.

 The neck chains were loosely fastened to the front bar to let Sam get
 a feel for the two rubber cocks that were sticking into her at both
 ends. Sam began to rock herself back and forth, her body supported by
 the web of rope around her. She still had the use of her arms with the
 loose tie wraps through her bracelets and around the side bars, and
 her hands were holding onto the bars giving her some leverage to push
 back on the rear dildo.

 "How you doing Sam." I asked. "You O.K.?"

 A muffled moan was my reply. Mike told me that dinner was ready and he
 asked Lisa to stay behind to watch Samantha while we ate. Up in the
 kitchen Liselle served Mike and I dinner, then she fixed a plate for
 herself. She ate quickly, then went down to let Lisa come up and have
 her dinner with us.

 "Jim." Mike asked me. "How long do you think Sam will stay like that
 down there?"

 "I don't know. She seems to have settled in nicely."

 "Well the thing is, The girls and I have to take a trip the week after
 next. A fellow in Seattle who does the same kind of work as I do has
 contacted me to do a job with him."

 Mike told me about the guy, a pro dom like Mike who'd do things for
 women wanting to experience a domination type scene, but needed it
 done in a safe environment and in a discreet manner.

 "The Guy's name is Howard Cole and he lives in Seattle." Mike said.
 "He has a girlfriend who works with him, and five middle aged and
 quite well off ladies had been asking him to set up a pirate,
 kidnapping sort of thing for them. One of the girls was someone who
 I'd done a scene for a while back, and she put Mr.Cole on to me. We've
 exchanged a few e-mails now and we've put together an idea that should
 please the five ladies."

 "Sounds interesting."

 "Howard knows a fellow in Vancouver that owns a big sailing ship. A
 big old wooden kind that's constantly in need of repair. For a nice
 fee the guy will take us out to sea to "capture" the five women off
 their boat. Then he'll drop us all off on some little island that will
 be the pirates lair. We'll have our way with the ladies on the ship
 and then even more fun once we reach the island. He thinks the whole
 thing will take three, maybe four weeks."

 "So Sam needs to finish with the cage before you all leave." I
 guessed.

 "You're both welcome to use the house for as long as you want." Mike
 said. "But with the twins and I not here, and with you working, it
 might not be good for her to be left alone down there."

 "Not the way she is now." I agreed.

 "Sorry Jim. I know you both wanted this, but this job's just too juicy
 to pass up. When Howard found out about Lisa and Liselle being
 identical twins he flipped. For the start they're both going to play
 one role, the pirate who never sleeps, the one who seems to be in two
 places at once. Should be a hoot."

 "It's alright Mike, Sam'll probably burn out in a few days anyway. I
 really can't see her lasting more than a week all trussed up like she
 is."

 We finished up dinner and went down to see how Sam was doing. Liselle
 had tightened the chains that held Sam's head closer to the dildo so
 she wasn't able to pull back enough to get it out. When she'd rock
 herself forward though, the short one in back was able to slip out of
 her pussy. Mike had the girls adjust the cross bars in front and back
 closer in. Sam seemed to enjoy it more that way and she began to rock
 herself a bit faster against the rubber cocks. However the one in back
 would still slip out at times and she'd stab herself on it.

 Her labia rings could have been used as convenient anchor points, but
 the chance of her doing a serious injury back there was just too
 great. The problem was solved by tying rope around Sam's thighs and
 the cross bar so she couldn't pull herself off the dildo. She was then
 free to thrash around as much as she wanted to without having either
 cock slip out.

 The four of us were all standing around watching Samantha in the cage
 and I could tell she was rather uncomfortable with us there. I knelt
 down to look at her.

 "Are you all right Sam?" I asked.

 A garbled "Mmmm Mmmm."

 "Would you like to be alone for a while, just have me stay here with
 you?"

 Sam grinned around the dildo in her mouth and nodded her head
 slightly. The chains around her neck jingled gaily. Mike and the twins
 cleared out, leaving me alone with my wife.

 I reached into the cage to stroke Sam's cheek and as she rocked
 forward I felt the dildo fill up her mouth. She opened her mouth wide
 and took it deeper into her, then made a strangled sounding groan. Sam
 moved backwards off the cock in her mouth while the one in back filled
 her pussy. She pushed her tongue past the dildo to lick my wrist. Then
 she smiled a crooked smile and began humping back and forth on the two
 rubber cocks. I had little else to do but watch her.

 Actually there was one thing I could do and I retrieved a towel from
 my clothes bag, placing it under Sam's bum to catch her juices that
 were already starting to drip on her blanket. I watched her pussy open
 up to swallow the thick dildo and I saw her rings slide along it's
 slick surface as she took it in. Then slowly she withdrew from it as
 she worked the other one down into her throat.

 Samantha started to rock herself faster and faster on the two rubber
 cocks. I was longing to touch her, to feel some of the feelings she
 was getting from the dildos and from being tied tightly inside the
 cage. Even just being locked inside the thing for the past five days
 had seemed to do such wonderful things for her. Not once had she
 complained or so much as questioned why she had to remain stuck inside
 the little steel cage. Right from the start she'd simply accepted it
 as her place in the world. A little, small space that she'd occupy for
 a time.

 Sam slowed down as the first orgasm began to take hold. She pressed
 back on the rear cock, grinding her hips to move the thing around
 inside her, and she began a long, low moan. She'd jerk forward a bit,
 then press backward on the cock. Her moaning would change pitch as the
 cock in front was forced deeper into her mouth. I watched her back
 arch upwards, lifting her tummy clear of the ropes around it. She held
 herself up as the full force of her cum washed through her, her
 energetic wailing loud, dispite the rubber dildo in her mouth.

 Sam's belly crashed down against the cushioning web of ropes as her
 orgasm subsided and her muscles relaxed, a low shuddering moan
 escaping past the dildo in her mouth. I reached into her cage to
 gently cup a breast in my hand. Aftershocks made her body twitch and
 shake and her breathing was fast and ragged sounding. Yet, in but a
 few moments she'd regained control of herself and she started to
 gently rock herself back and forth once more. I pushed both my arms
 inside to let her two nipples brush against my palms as she moved
 herself against the two cocks.

 Even with her nipples stroking against my hands it took Sam a bit
 longer for her to make herself cum again. Yet this one was a doozey.
 When it took her she threw herself against the rear cock and screamed.
 She then leapt forward, letting the front one spear down her throat
 while a jet of pussy juice squirted out of her, landing a good three
 feet past the back of the cage. I'd moved my hands from her breasts to
 around her body to try and guide her movements, but as much as she was
 able to she was a flurry of movement inside the small cage. She
 bounced herself between the two rubber cocks, ending up with the front
 one stuck deep into her and she couldn't breath. I eased her back and
 she groaned a deeply satisfied groan.

 Samantha's mouth was dry and she was covered in sweat. I brought my
 arms out of the cage, then unhooked the water bottle from the front. I
 took it to the sink to fill it, then I brought it back and pushed the
 tube into the front dildo. After I'd hung the bottle back on the cage
 Sam sucked greedily on the rubber cock until the water began to flow
 into her mouth. She drank over a quarter of the water, then eased
 herself back and smiled at me.

 I stared into her bright eyes. Either she'd had enough for now, or she
 had not, and wanted to go again. Sam must have sensed what I was
 waiting for and she wriggled her bottom on the dildo as her eyes
 pleaded with me.

 "One more Sam, then you take a break."

 Her eyes lit up and she made a purring sound against the dildo. This
 time I positioned myself behind her, careful not to step in the puddle
 she'd made. I reached under the rear cross bar and got my finger on
 her clit. I began to stroke her on that little bundle of nerve
 endings.

 Sam's energy was pretty much spent and she was only able to gently
 thrust herself between the two cocks. But with only one finger on her
 I managed to coax another crashing orgasm to rip through her. After
 she'd done Sam lay motionless in the web of ropes gasping for air. I
 went to her head and loosened the bolt holding the dildo to the front
 bar. I unclipped her neck chains from the bar, then lifted her head a
 bit to withdraw the rubber cock from her mouth. I found a small
 cushion nearby to place on the bar so Samantha could rest her head on
 it. Then I sat with her for a few minutes until her even breathing
 told me she'd fallen asleep.

 I got up to quietly leave the dungeon and go see what our hosts were
 up to. I found Mike and the twins in the kitchen having apple pie and
 coffee. While the girls fixed me some I told them that Samantha seemed
 to be enjoying herself and she was taking a little nap now. After the
 twins had finished eating they went down to watch over her leaving
 Mike and I alone. Both girls had to go, their collars were locked
 together again with the long chain between them. Lisa took a piece of
 pie down for Sam, Liselle a glass of milk.

 "You know Jim," Mike said to me, "we were just talking about the job
 coming up in Seattle. The girls really gave me a few good ideas."

 "No one knows better what a submissive likes than another submissive."

 "The girls seemed really pleased that I'm allowing them to help out in
 planning this scene. I'd just like to say thanks, for, you know."

 "Mike, if you and the girls find the kinds of happiness Sam and I
 have, then that's all the thanks I need."

 A bit later on I went down to see Sam and found her still asleep, her
 head resting on the pillow on the cross bar with the twins sitting by
 her side. I sat down near Sam's head to reach inside and softly stroke
 her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at me.

 "Is it morning Master?"

 "No Sam. It's around eleven at night."

 "Oh. Am I going to sleep like this?"

 "I could put the cock back in your mouth if you want."

 The twins came over to me and they each gave me a little kiss
 goodnight. They reached into the cage to softly stroke my wife, and
 Sam made gentle cooing sounds as she worked her bum on the cock in
 back. Then the girls stood up and left us alone. I unrolled my
 sleeping bag and the pad, spreading it out beside Sam's cage. I fed
 Sam her apple pie and held the glass of milk to let her drink. I held
 the bedpan beneath her rear so she could pee and I emptied it, then I
 dimmed the lights, got undressed, and crawled into bed. Reaching up I
 lay Sam's pillow on the cross bar and she settled her head upon it.

 "Good night Samantha." I said.

 "Good night Master."

 I guess one big disadvantage of being pregnant was with a baby growing
 inside your tummy your insides get all squashed out of the way to make
 room. This fact became painfully apparent as Sunday wore on and Sam,
 who badly needed to shit, just couldn't manage it with her body held
 horizontal inside the cage. She was starting to get annoying cramps
 and it wasn't being fun anymore. Around noon I finally had Lisa help
 me get Sam's bondage off. It was a couple hours later that Sam was
 finally able to sit on her bedpan and make a big smelly crap.

 Having Samantha locked inside Mike's cage was kind of fun, and Sam had
 enjoyed the experience a lot, but I wasn't getting a whole lot of
 enjoyment in having her so close yet unable to just take her in my
 arms and make hot love to her any way I chose. I didn't want to say
 anything to her that would spoil her enjoyment, but she must have read
 my mind. In the afternoon she asked me if she could get out of the
 cage.

 Sam was sitting on her blanket taking bites from a sandwich that I was
 holding for her. I'd used a tie wrap to join her bracelets together
 behind her back.

 "It's been a nice time Master and I've had fun, but my legs are
 starting to get sore and I'd really like to stretch out. It would be
 nice to just get up and go for a walk. You're not upset with me, are
 you?"

 "Of course not Sam, why would I be upset?"

 "Because I was only in here for a week. Lisa was in for a month, and
 she was locked up tight in here. I barely lasted a day like that."

 "Sam it's not a contest to see who can take it the longest. If you've
 had fun but now you've had enough, then that's good. I'll drive home
 and get the key, then I'll let you out. It'll be kind of nice to be
 able to hold you again. I've missed you Sam."

 I found my cutters and snipped the tie on Sam's bracelets. Then I
 pushed my arms into the cage. Sam pushed hers out, and we awkwardly
 hugged each other. Sam pressed her face to the bars and I kissed her.

 "I'll tell you what." I said as we drew apart. "I'll go get the key
 now but you have to stay in there until tomorrow evening. The girls
 will clean you up for me tomorrow and when I finish work I'll let you
 out. Then we'll go home. That will make it over a full week. O.K.?"

 "All right master."

 She made it sound like she was sad about having to stay in another
 day, but I caught her smiling. Upstairs I found Mike and the girls and
 told them of our plans. The twins were more than eager to have
 Samantha to themselves the next day and promised to take good care of
 her and have her ready for me to take home. I made the drive home and
 along the way I stopped to buy some food and stuff for our return.

 The two keys to the big lock were right where I'd left them and I
 lifted them off the nail and hooked them to my key ring. On the drive
 back, my eyes kept being drawn to them hanging in the ignition and I
 couldn't stop thinking about the wondrous creature they'd release from
 Mike's cage.

 It was awfully tempting to get Sam out right then and have my wicked
 way with her, but we had a quiet candle lit supper down there, just
 her and I, and we sat around talking for the rest of the evening.

 Next day it was tough keeping my mind on my work and I could hardly
 wait for the day to be over. I met Lisa in the kitchen and she told me
 they'd prepared a going away dinner for us. She and I went down to the
 dungeon to release Samantha.

 Liselle stood when Lisa and I approached the cage. Samantha looked
 radiant inside it. She was sitting on a silk pillow and she'd been
 scrubbed from head to toe. Her hair had been washed, dried, and
 brushed out and it flowed down her back and sides, spilling off the
 pillow to fan out on the floor around her. Her nails were trimmed and
 polished, painted a deep red colour. Her face glowed, and her big
 tummy looked delicious. I looked at it a bit closer.

 Samantha's belly button use to be a cute dimple in her tummy and now
 it had popped out. Sam saw me staring and she moved her hand to cover
 it. I had to touch it so I went to her and pushed my arm inside her
 cage. I stroked my fingertips over the little bump.

 "Sam, that's so cute. This means the baby's done cooking and she's
 ready to come out."

 "But there's still a month and a half till I'm due." She said.

 "I'm just joking." I said. "But I think it means you're as big now as
 you're going to get. You look really nice Sam. Lets get you out."

 I pulled out my keys and fitted the one into the lock. It popped open
 with a solid thump. After taking the lock off I lifted the latch to
 the cage door and swung it open. Looking inside I saw my pretty
 Samantha for the first time in a week without looking at her through
 steel bars. I held out my hand to her and she took it. She moved off
 her pillow and onto her knees, then crawled out from Mike's cage.

 Taking hold of her arms I helped her to stand up. Her knees, which had
 been bent for a week, didn't take kindly to the sudden change in her
 environment and Sam stumbled against me. I held her for a few minutes
 to support her until her legs would support her weight. Then I took a
 step back to admire her radiant beauty.

 Samantha shyly looked down as I cupped her belly in my hand, feeling
 the funny little bump of her navel pressing against my palm. I then
 moved to her and tilted up her head to plant a loving kiss on her
 lips.

 "You look really great, Sam." I whispered into her ear.

 Sam hugged me tight. "Thank you Master. I missed being able to hold
 you."

 "Come." I said to her. "Lets have dinner, then we'll go home."

 I held her close as we walked away from the little cage in the corner.
 Along the wall was a big mirror and Sam stopped in front to look at
 herself in it. She stood there, turning this way and that, her hair
 swishing around her lovely body as I watched her. She placed both
 hands under her belly and struck a pose that brought tears to my eyes
 it was so beautiful.

 "I look fat!" she said, bursting my bubble.

 I put my arm around her. "No Samantha, you look wonderful. Good enough
 to eat."

 The twins let out a giggle. We all headed upstairs for the supper
 they'd made for us.

 We had a nice beef stew with fluffy dumplings and little potatoes and
 carrots. A delicious bottle of white wine to drink. Sam ate sparingly
 since she was quite uncomfortable now that her insides had shifted to
 a different position after her being let out of the cramped cage, but
 she was happy and contented nonetheless. I stood up with glass in
 hand.

 "Mike, Lisa, Liselle," I raised my glass to each in turn, "I'd like to
 thank you all for letting us stay with you for this time. I know it's
 been an extra bother, but Samantha and I truly appreciate it."

 "It really hasn't been a bother Jim." Mike said. "We've been pleased
 to have you folks over. Any time you wish to use the dungeon just let
 us know and we'll be happy to oblige."

 "That may be difficult after the baby comes." I said.

 "Well," Mike said, "you have three good baby sitters here if mom and
 dad ever need some time alone."

 The twins smiled at us. Sam began to smile as she realized that having
 a baby around might not curtail our sex life that much after all.

 After supper Samantha dressed in the jacket and boots she'd come here
 with, then Mike and the girls went outside with us to see us off. It
 was a nice warm April evening and most of the snow Sam saw when last
 she'd been outside had melted. We got in the truck and made an easy
 drive home.

 The house was chilly and I first cranked up the heat. Despite the cool
 air Sam shook off her jacket since being nude for a week had
 conditioned her to now being uncomfortable with clothes on. I poured
 her a glass of apple juice and she made herself a cheese sandwich
 while I took a fast shower. I found her in our bed under the covers.
 Naked myself, I slid into the warm nest along side my wonderful wife.

 I began with her face, kissing her eye lids and her cute nose. Then I
 feasted upon her lips for a while. Across her chin and around her
 neck, then down, down, down to her breasts. Gently sucking on her
 nipples, first one, then the other, they hardened beneath my tongue.

 After several minutes I left those lovely pleasure buds to travel
 lower still. Up and across the vast expanse of her taught tummy,
 planting little kisses as I went, until I got to her inside out belly
 button. There I paused to softly caress it with my tongue, gently
 sucking the strange little bump into my mouth. She squirmed beneath
 me.

 "Stop." she cried. More softly, "It tickles."

 I followed the curve of her swollen belly down, lower still, to the
 bushy part of her pussy. I brought up my hand to stroke her furry
 pelt, neatly trimmed, around the edges freshly shaved. A slight musky
 odour rose to greet me, to call to me with a hint of cloying
 sweetness.

 I scooted down till my feet pushed out beneath the covers, till my
 legs hung off the bed. Between Samantha's lovely legs I settled
 myself. I placed the tip of my nose against her, to gently rub her
 there. Inching ahead slightly, I pushed between her labia rings to
 breath deep of her scent. A tiny drop it must have been, placed there
 by Lisa, or Liselle. I must discover the name of the perfume, it's
 subtle fragrance, dew dampened raspberries on a fresh summer's
 morning, making me dizzy with desire. My tongue snaked out to lick
 Sam's soft folds of skin, then up to play across her clit.

 Samantha brought her legs up to give me better access, presenting
 herself to me, open, ready, and delicious. I licked the length of her
 from bottom to top. Sucking into my mouth her lips, one and then the
 other, her little rings clicked against my back teeth. My tongue
 pushing inside was met with a warm gush of tangy tasting liquid as
 Sam's hips traced a tiny circle around me. Her hands came to my head,
 fingers entwined into my hair, and Samantha came in a great big rush.
 My world shrank to a tiny spot and my head followed her movements
 while my tongue flicked madly across her clitoris.

 Samantha's thighs gripped my head tight while she pulled on my hair to
 hold me to her. My cock pressed against the mattress and twitched in
 pain. My lust for her was driven into overdrive, and as even as Sam
 was calling out in her desire I was on the move. Up between those legs
 of hers I rose until I faced her. My cock at her entrance, I guided it
 into her sweet, boiling, pussy. I tried to bend to kiss her lips, but
 a big bulge was in the way, so I held myself above her body and drove
 my cock inside her.

 Sam brought her hands up my arms and held on to my shoulders as I
 began to forcefully thrust into her. However I quickly realised I was
 hitting her cervix and I slowed as to not hurt her, or Gwen. This
 would be one of the few times I'd fucked with Sam and she wasn't bound
 in any way. Her bracelets were in front of me and I dipped my head to
 kiss and lick her wrists, but the two rings of stainless steel, welded
 on around them, had now become a part of her and by themselves
 couldn't count as bondage.

 I was careful to be gentle, yet Sam quickly had another mind blowing
 cum. My cock gently stroked inside her while she writhed in ecstasy.
 Her slippery wetness enveloped me and I began to press on with
 urgency.

 Images of my pretty Samantha began to take shape in back of my mind.
 Samantha bent over a rock, tied down. A black rubber bit in her mouth
 and she, smiling at me. Her in the canoe chained hand and foot.
 Helping me paddle into the unknown. Her feet tied close and her
 hanging upside down. From a tree. Swinging slightly in the breeze.
 Samantha, sitting crouched in Mike's cage, a small and fragile
 creature trapped inside a tiny, cramped, steel cage. And Samantha
 beneath me now, her bulging tummy rubbing against mine as I banged my
 cock into her. Into my beautiful Samantha.

 I lowered my head to her chest, held on to her hips tightly.
 Supporting myself up so as not to press on our child, I came and came
 into the sweet creature that was my lovely wife Samantha.

 We lay together on our sides, face to face, Sam's belly pressed
 against mine. I could feel the little creature inside, restlessly
 moving around.

 "I missed you Sam, having you close like this."

 "I missed you too." Sam was quiet for a time, then she asked, "Do you
 think it was selfish of me to want to be by myself in Mikes cage, to
 be in there apart from you?"

 "Well, it was something you did mainly for yourself Samantha. Being
 inside the cage was something you had to try, to see and to understand
 if you liked it. I know you had a nice time in there. Why?"

 "You didn't have much fun with me stuck in there. We couldn't hold
 each other properly, or do much else together. I sometimes felt a bit
 guilty having so much fun while you could only sit and watch me."

 It was my turn to be quiet for a time, while I thought up a good
 answer.

 "It wasn't like we were apart Sam. You were right there for me to
 touch. We were separated by the bars of the cage, but it wasn't for so
 long. We have a lifetime to be together.. Being in there was something
 you had to do for yourself. I would never want to stop you from doing
 something that you really wanted to do."

 "Thank you Master, for being so understanding."

 Monday morning, six A.M. Me, on the highway heading for work in the
 city. Going in early in the morning was a little better with less cars
 on the road, and I could stop later for coffee and something to eat
 before starting work.

 The job on the hospital computer upgrade was almost finished and the
 other installers had been laid off to other jobs leaving Nigel, Carlos
 and I to clean things up and finish off. While Nigel worked on getting
 the programs and the data files set up, Carlos and I went around the
 building testing terminals and routers, dressing up the cables and
 replacing ceiling tiles. Easy work that didn't put too much strain on
 one's brain.

 By the end of the week things were running smoothly so Carlos left for
 another job leaving Nigel, me, and a young student who we'd hired on
 as apprentice trainee. A few weeks later Nigel informed me that he'd
 be leaving in a few months for greener pastures and he planned on
 recommending me to fill his position in the hospital as head
 administrator for the computer systems. It would leave me with more
 responsibilities, lots more. But the salary increase would be hard to
 pass up.

 I talked it over with Samantha that evening and she said I should go
 for it. The extra money would be nice, but spending less time with
 Sam, and the baby, would be tough. Still, nose to the grindstone and
 all that rot.

 I drove Sam to see her doctor in the city on a bright sunny, spring
 like day. He just did a quick exam of Sam, feeling her tummy and
 measuring her size. We sat in his office for a while talking about
 what to expect in a month from now. He talked about the painkillers
 that were available and Samantha asked if she could perhaps try and go
 without them.

 "Many women these days prefer to have a more natural form of
 childbirth." the doctor told Sam. "I caution my patients not to hold
 steadfast to the idea of having no interventions at all. Each birth is
 different and where some women have a fairly easy time of it, others
 find their labour and the associated pain just too overwhelming. The
 decision is, of course, yours, and we can wait until your labour is
 well under way before making any final decisions on pain relief."

 Later on in the Jeep I asked Sam, "Sam, I know you have a rather high
 pain tolerance, but you're not thinking. . . ."

 I saw her eyes dance for a moment, and I said no more.

 Sam and I went to the library to check out a few more "So you're going
 to have a baby" type books. Apparently, having a trusted and calm,
 gentle companion along made the woman feel more secure and more at
 ease, and the birthing process usually went a lot smoother under those
 kinds of circumstances. I seemed to fit the bill as gentle, trusted
 companion. Over the next couple weeks Sam and I went through the
 various breathing exercises described in the books, and we read up on
 what we'd expect during the period of labour and the final delivery.

 Mike and the girls returned from the trip to Seattle and invited
 themselves over for dinner one evening. Mike was eager to tell us how
 great the job went with him and Howard Cole. Apparently, two of the
 ladies had no idea the kidnapping had been set up, and believed they
 were really being captured by real life pirates. This made for a few
 tense moments during the beginning, until the two were finally let in
 on the game.

 Even the boat's owner played a part as the swarthy first mate, and
 Mike proudly told us that the twins played their parts brilliantly. In
 the end, a simply amazing time was had by all.

 A few days later we met with Sam's doctor again, with less than two
 weeks to go. Everything looked good to him, the baby was turned the
 right way and now sat low in Sam's pelvis, just waiting for the right
 time. Sam was big, awkward, and mostly grumpy now, not interested in
 doing much else but sitting around the house waiting. Still fun in
 bed, though.

 Three A.M., on a rainy Sunday morning, Sam shook me awake. I looked at
 the clock, then rolled to face her. Sam's face was set in a grimace
 and her hand on my shoulder trembled. I put my hand on her tummy and
 felt the contraction easing. Sam smiled at me.

 "I think it's time." she simply said.

 We lay in bed and I held her close. Sam went through two more
 contractions as I timed them. Hard and regular, about eight minutes
 apart. I phoned the hospital, the same one I worked at. Sam's doctor
 coincidentally worked from that one. I knew the head nurse who picked
 up.

 "Hi Judy, It's me, Jim. It looks like Samantha has gone into labour,
 her contractions are eight minutes apart."

 "Oh, you've got lots of time. Give her an hour or two and if she keeps
 up and they get closer together you might as well come in."

 "Thanks Judy, I'll call back later then."

 I went and washed my hands, then I felt up inside Sam with a finger. I
 knew what she felt like up there, but I couldn't really tell any
 difference. Sam and I lay together for a while as her contractions
 continued. I had a stopwatch, and sure enough, they slowly began
 getting closer together. I pushed a finger in, and low and behold,
 even I could tell her cervix was starting to open up.

 "We'd best be going." I said to Sam.

 We had a little something to eat and drink and I called the hospital,
 then I walked Samantha out to the truck, me holding her and her bag,
 her, the umbrella. I got her settled in, then I went around and got
 in, and we drove to the hospital.

 There was no traffic that time of the morning and I knew where all the
 potholes were, so I missed them so as not to jar Sam. It was close to
 six when I pulled up in front and helped Sam up the steps and into the
 building. I left her while I parked the Jeep, I found her sitting in
 admissions filling out a form. After that a wheel chair appeared and I
 pushed my wife along the hall to the elevator, then up to the delivery
 rooms on the fourth floor.

 I was ordered into a room and told to put on a white gown while Sam
 was settled into another room. In a short while a nurse came to get me
 and I was seated beside Sam's bed. I held her hand as she strained
 through another contraction. When it was done, she looked at me and
 smiled.

 Sam's labour lasted through most of the morning. I sat beside her
 while nurses and doctors would come and go. They'd look in on her,
 sometimes poke and prod, then leave us alone once more. I'd be ordered
 out at times, but I'd hold my ground. Allowances would be made because
 most of the staff had seen me around, and besides, I was the poor,
 confused husband. And still, it was my doing that started all this,
 why shouldn't I stick around.

 I'd hold her upright while she groaned and strained. I'd wet a cloth
 to sooth her fevered brow. Fetch her water for her to drink, hold a
 proffered container of juice for her. I'd coach her through the
 breathing and after, I'd tell her how beautiful she was, even though
 she was sweaty and puffy eyed from the exertions.

 Sam's water broke, but it was hardly a flood. There was a bit a gush,
 then more a dribbling seepage. She'd squirt almost as much when she
 cums, I thought, and I squeezed her shoulders, massaged her sore back.
 A nurse came around to change the pad under her. Sam tensed, as
 another contraction took hold. She moaned long, then yelped out loud,
 as clear liquid dribbled out of her pussy. Sam slumped back, she
 looked at me, a goofy grin spread wide. Could she possibly be enjoying
 this?

 Sam's mood darkened as noon rolled around. The washcloth was too wet,
 too cold. "I'm hot, I'm thirsty." She'd groan and strain, she'd yell
 and curse. Transition. The time of squeezing to open her cervix was
 over, the time of pushing out a baby was at hand.

 Sam's doctor put in an appearance and I was ordered out. A nurse came
 to my rescue with a subtle "The husband wishes to remain." in the
 doctors ear. He shrugged, then plunged his hand into Samantha.

 "Ten Centimeters." He did declare. Sam was told to push, and I held
 on. I could tell it was different now, much more strain for Sam, more
 pain too I imagined. The doctor stood and watched, then placed his
 hand on Sam's abdomen. He smiled, Sam smiled too. All was well.

 This time when I was told to go, I did. To the change room for green
 scrubs and a mask. Sam was wheeled to another room, The Room. Under
 the bright lights, It's Show Time!

 Well, not quite. You expect thing to happen fast, and on a few times
 they do. Yet mostly, it's hurry up and wait. It seemed like forever
 before I was called, to come into the room. A seat beside Sam's bed
 and I sat down. I looked around, then I looked up. A big mirror, and
 in it, reflected back to me and Sam, her gaping pussy. Two silver
 rings spread farther apart than I ever thought possible.

 "Sam." I whispered in her ear. "Look at your pussy."

 Sam's face was screwed in a grimace of pain.

 "Don't push Samantha," the nurse told her, "breath through it."

 I held her head and coached her through the puffing and blowing. Sam
 collapsed with a long groan.

 "Are you all right Sam?" I asked, for lack of anything intelligent to
 say.

 "I. . . I think so Mas, uh, Jim."

 The doctor came in followed by a retinue of nurses and extras and the
 show got under way.

 "How are we doing Samantha?" he asked. "Do you need something for the
 pain?"

 "I. . . ." Sam took a breath. "I'm O.K."

 "All right. Now on the next contraction I want you to push. O.K.?"

 I wondered what she'd been doing. "O.K." she answered.

 The next one began to build and Sam tried to raise herself. I helped
 to support her and she bore down hard. She began panting with the
 strain, then moaning loudly. In the mirror I saw a bulge, her labia
 rings spread even wider apart and the bluish coloured bulge began to
 appear. The top of the baby's head.

 "I'm going to do the episiotomy now Samantha. Are you all right?"

 Sam was gasping for air, but in between breathes she managed to give a
 tiny nod. An instrument was handed over which of course was a scalpel.
 The doctor made a small straight cut to avoid a jagged tear. I'd
 turned away from the mirror to gaze upon Samantha's face. A sharp
 surface bite of pain, overlayed on her deeper thundering pain. When
 her eyes flickered open they locked on mine. And she smiled at me.

 "Here it comes." she whispered.

 I glanced towards the doctor, but he was ready.

 "Deep breath Samantha." he said.

 With a glance I saw the baby's head begin to move and her tiny ears
 pushed past Sam's labia rings. Sam threw her head back against my arms
 and howled a howl I'd heard her make many times before. Her face was
 red, her chest was flushed a bright red. Samantha has never admitted
 to it, but I felt that the signs were unmistakable. As our first born
 came into the world, it seemed like her mother was experiencing
 something akin to orgasm.

 The baby's head came out, followed by her shoulders, then the rest
 came out in a messy gush. A nurse had a rubber syringe ready to suck
 goo from the child's mouth and nose. The baby moved her head aside,
 then opened it's tiny mouth and let out a loud screech. Sam and I
 watched as those first wet breathes turned our baby's skin from
 purplish blue to a healthy reddish pink.

 The cord was clamped and severed, the baby was carried to a table and
 gently, the slime was sponged off her. She was then tagged with her
 name in tiny beads on a string, wrapped in a hospital blanket, brought
 towards us, and placed in Samantha's outstretched arms.

 Eight pounds four ounces, a health baby girl. We'll name her
 Guenivere, but everyone will call her Gwen, for short.

 [ End chapter 5 ]

 Dateline: Algonquin Provincial Park - Canada. Six years later, August
 long weekend..

 Evening, sitting on the beach. Quiet time. If I had a favourite time
 of the day, evenings would probably be it. Finish dinner, clean up.
 Maybe take a shower, or a rinse in the lake later on. Grab lawn
 chairs, a cup of your preferred beverage, and hit the beach.

 Gwen is sculpting her sand castle for the third time today. Tall with
 ornate looking spires, she's using a small stick to carve windows on
 one tower. William, but we call him Bill for short, Billy pauses in
 his digging, looks at his sister, gauges her progress on the castle,
 and decides the time is ripe to strike.

 Gwen senses him coming and rocks back on her heels moments before her
 brother dives headlong into her sand sculpture. Billy comes up
 spitting sand. Gwen smiles, pleased with his distress from not yet
 learning to close his mouth. She looks over at us, and I wave to her.
 While her brother eradicates all traces of the sand castle, Gwen comes
 to sit with Sam and I.

 Samantha's belly is big with our third child and I feel him stirring
 restlessly inside my wife's tummy. I gently take my daughter's hand to
 place it on her mommie's bulge.

 "Your new sister wants to come out and play." I say to her.

 Gwen will be starting school this fall, her brother Billy turned three
 this past March. Sam and I had planed on stopping at two, and her
 doctor had inserted an I.U.D. into her womb to prevent another
 pregnancy. He might as well have planted a potato up there, since two
 weeks after Billy's birthday, Samantha missed her period.

 Gwen sits on my lap as mom awkwardly rises from her chair, then
 waddles down the beach to tend to our son. I watch, transfixed by her
 beauty, as she scoops up water to wash sand from Billy's face and
 mouth, her two bracelets flashing in the evening's last sunlight. I
 hold my daughter closely, pointing out to the lake. Liselle and Lisa,
 paddling a canoe, Mike sitting like a Samoan king in the center.

 I carry Billy and a chair, Samantha has her chair in one hand, Gwen's
 hand in her other, and we make our way back to our campsite. I stare
 for the umpteenth time at a child's small hand fingering the ring of
 steel around her mother's wrist. We pass by Mike's big motor home with
 it's flush toilet and shower, the air conditioning. To our big,
 patched tent with the screened in front section you can sit in if the
 bugs are bad.

 Later on, the hot chocolate drunk, the marshmallows roasted over the
 camp fire and eaten, the kids settled into their beds. Samantha and I
 sit close together by the fire, listening to a far away baseball game
 on the little radio. I place my hand on Sam's belly and baby number
 three is quiet too. I lean closer and kiss my wife, she returns the
 kiss with passion.

 Life, is good.

  [ End part 3/3, Chapter 5/5 "The Ad" ]       dino@canoemail.com
  [End of story, "The Ad."]		    C/W Dino. June 2000

 Note: The idea of Mike being a professional dominant, and the
 character of Howard Cole from Seattle was lifted, with permission,
 from a story entitled "Submission in Seattle", and can be found on the
 Leviticus website.  (  http://www.dajungle.com/stories/leviticus/ )

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