During the last couple of months we had been ignoring the symphony concerts for the most part. There had been other concerts since that first one, but none by composers either of us wanted to hear. The second major concert of interest in the symphony season was at the mid-point of the series. In this concert the orchestra was going to perform some pieces by one of my favorite composers and I announced that we would be going. I gave them two weeks notice.
Again, as before, the packages from The Guild began arriving in sealed boxes shortly after my announcement. Whether they wanted to go hear the concert or not they wanted to go just to see what was in the golden boxes.
The day of the concert started early. This time my two women knew what to expect and they fully enjoyed the pampering and primping that was done to them. By the time the last technician was done, they were as about on the edge as I had seen them.
I smiled at Sally standing there in her short silk robe. I handed her a set of headphones and a new CD along with a steaming cup of her favorite tea. Gleefully she curled up in the over-stuffed chair in my office and went off into her own world. I could tell she was curious about what I was going to do to Janey, but she knew I treated the two of them differently.
I led Janey into her room. She was so excited I thought she would burst. When I selected the first box and handed it to her, she even squealed. Opening the box she saw a jeweled collar similar to the one her Mom had worn to the first concert. She looked up at me, eyes sparkling.
"I know you're curious about the other boxes, Janey, but I thought you should know that the Collar Rules will apply tonight. If you don't want to wear your collar, that's perfectly OK. I want you to know that. Half of these boxes are just in case you don't want to wear it tonight."
"Do I still get to keep all the presents?"
Typical female.
"Yes," I grinned.
"Wow! Dad, it's beautiful!"
"So are you, Janey. I noticed you haven't been wearing the collar every chance you get, and I just wanted to make sure it's OK with you now."
"I was kind of looking forward to it, Sensei. These nights are always so special, and," she grinned impishly, "I don't just mean the presents. I was hoping you'd think of it, too."
With that, she slipped to her knees and offered me the gift of her collar. She must have been practicing with her mother, because the gracefulness of her offering was exactly the same. I fastened the collar and helped her stand.
I slipped off the silk robe she had on and stood back, admiring her naked body. She was much more comfortable with her nudity now and reveled in my admiration of her beauty. I went over and selected a second box, the largest of the ones she would get tonight. She opened it and gasped.
She pulled out an exquisite corset of deceptively sturdy manufacture. It felt light as a feather but I had been reassured by the designers that the material was strong and that there was no give in it.
Janey stepped into the garment and pulled it up. "Oh, God!"
I grinned. I knew what she was thinking. It didn't cover a thing. The top of the corset rested snuggly under her youthful tits. The bottom barely touched the top of her trimmed pubic patch.
I had her lean over, her arms braced on her vanity table, while I cinched down her waist. As this was her first corset, it wasn't as restrictive as the ones she would be able to get into later, when her body had adapted. I pulled the drawstrings as tight as they would go, tied them off and then zipped up the heavy-duty zipper. The zipper gave the garment a finished, smooth look from the rear.
"Am I supposed to be able to breathe in this thing?" she said, turning to me.
"Dunno," I grinned at her. "But who cares, really. Look in the mirror and see what it does for your tits. God, Cricket, you're beautiful!"
She turned, and saw what I meant. The gleam in her eyes told me she liked what she saw, too. She ran her hands up over her cinched waist and ended with them cupping her breasts. Her eyes closed and she shuddered as a minor tremor swept through her.
I pointed to the remaining boxes, kissed her lightly — copping a feel or two as I did — and left to get her mother ready.
I walked in a bit ahead of schedule. I took the opportunity to drink in the beauty of my Love. I hadn't had much time lately to observe her unobserved. Her eyes were closed as she listened to the music. Her empty teacup was cradled in her hands. She looked very happy.
She cracked one eye open when the CD was done. "That was nice. Thank you, Master. I hope you didn't wait long."
I grinned like a schoolboy at her sitting there. I almost hated to ruin that picture, but there was more to do tonight. I offered her my hand and she took it, smiling back at me.
I led her to our room. I took her jeweled collar from her jewelry box and handed it to her. Immediately she knelt down and offered me her collar, which I locked around her neck. I took her hand and helped her stand.
I left her standing there and went in to get Janey. She was just finishing inserting all the Rosen's gadgets. It still embarrassed her to have someone watch her put them in, so I usually let her do it herself. She looked flushed, the corset adding extra pressure and making it harder for her to bend.
I took the last remaining items, a pair of high-heeled boots made of the softest leather, and slipped them onto her feet. I probably touched her more than was necessary zipping them up, but she didn't protest. From her moans and sighs, I would say just the opposite. She just grinned at me when she saw how tall the heels were. By now she knew of my penchant for my ladies to wear very high heels, so these were not a surprise to her. I helped her walk back to where Sally was waiting.
"Oh, my!" was all Sally said when Janey appeared.
Sally looked around for her boxes and realized there was only one on the bed. I picked it up and handed it to her with a grand flourish. She tried not to look hurt, but she didn't quite succeed. That all changed when she opened it. She reached in and pulled out a white leather riding crop. It was stiffer than any we had in our collection.
I pulled a silk cord out of my pocket. I turned her around and bound her wrists behind her back. I placed the crop in her hands.
"Don't lose that, my Love, or there will be Hell to pay."
While she was standing I had her stand with her legs about shoulder width apart. I personally inserted the Rosen's little devices in her. Sally didn't like them as much as Janey; she said they took too much control from her. They made her feel too good and they frightened her. She was trembling when I finished securing the earring posts through her pierced ears. I sat her down and slipped a pair of hose on her legs, then a pair of extremely high heels. She was flushed and radiant.
I took another cord from my pocket and motioned for Janey to turn around. I tied her wrists together as well, and led both of them to the front door. There I placed the green cape around Sally's nude form and snapped the closures down the front. I pulled out another blue cape for Janey and slipped it around her shoulders.
The limo was waiting, so we exited the house and drove to the concert hall. I made sure we had the same excellent driver. Since Janey was not my 'date' this evening, both my slaves had 'equal' status. I quickly realized that both were very greedy when it came to having possession of my cock in their mouth. It became a near ugly contest very quickly, with Janey holding her own.
I pulled Sally to me and kissed her deeply. As I expected, Janey swooped down and took possession of my swollen prick. "Let the youth do the work, dearest," I whispered to her alone. Sally giggled as I slipped my hand inside her cape and took possession of one of her fine breasts. We made out like teenagers for the rest of the trip.
The driver gave us the two-minute warning by flicking the dome lights as she approached the concert hall. As mine were the only hands free, I closed up my fly. Janey actually groaned as it disappeared.
I helped both women out of the car, much to Sally's surprise. She started to walk behind me, as she had at the first concert, but I would have none of that. I took both of them by their cape-covered elbows and guided them up the steps and to our box seats.
The arrangements were similar to last time, but there was only one chair flanked on both sides by padded prayer benches for the girls to kneel upon.
As I settled them onto their knees I held the remote controls that ran their devices where they could see them. As I pushed each button, I showed them. By the second button they knew what to expect and their eyes got wider as I methodically turned on each device they were wearing to a moderate level.
Sally was sweating immediately and, after seeking my permission with a questioning look, gasped through the first of her many climaxes that night. I knew they didn't really appreciate my favorite music, but maybe in time they would learn to have whole new appreciation for it. It would certainly be fun to try.
As the orchestra finished its tuning and warm ups, I leaned back and prepared to enjoy the music. I nudged the remotes up as the first bombastic notes filled the concert hall. I don't think either Janey or Sally heard a single note. I nudged the remotes up another notch as each selection began. Sally groaned with a mixture of terror and pleasure as each piece ended. Janey just knelt there, a glazed look of bliss on her face. I could sense she was riding wave after wave of pleasure. She wasn't fighting it like her Mom was and her enjoyment was palpable.
Intermission came and I turned their units off. They needed a break. Janey wasn't pleased with the absence of the stimulation, but grinned at me after her little pout. I helped her to her feet, then turned to help Sally stand. Janey wandered towards the front of the box and was looking down over the audience. I was embracing Sally, feeling her fabulous ass beneath her cape.
Suddenly, it was like a flash of lightning stuck both Sally and I. We looked at each other, then turned to Janey. She was ashen and swaying like she was going to fall. Her eyes were fixed on a point down below us.
I sat Sally down on her bench, then went calmly over to Janey. I helped her back from the edge of the box and sat her in my chair, away from the prying eyes below. There was no need to look at what had frightened her. I knew without looking. Sally knew. I looked just to be sure.
Fuck! I was right.
Gary was back in town.