Two short weeks later was another concert. The day of the event, my ladies were pampered and primped, bathed, massaged, coifed and coddled. I could sense the sexual tensions building in Sally and Janey who had been through this process before as well as in Nicole and Simone. Those two seemed unprepared for the luxuriousness of the treatments, thought I was sure Sally and Janey had told them all about it.
In the afternoon, the driver of The Guild's delivery van handed over a myriad of packages with all the usual pomp and deference. I don't know if the girls were more relieved or curious. Due to the recent fittings of Nicole and Simone and the two additional outfits that needed to be created, the craftsmen were a little rushed to meet the deadline I had requested but they had assured me that everything was done to their high standards.
When the last beauty treatment was finished, the equipment loaded and the vans gone, I sat in my office with four very gorgeous, very horny females kneeling in front of me. Three of them had their long hair perfectly braided in a style that we all called the 'slave braid, ' a loose French weave leaving a full tail of hair hanging straight down the back. The remaining woman had her hair elegantly done up on top of her head. All four were in front of my desk, quietly fidgeting, anxious to see what surprises were hidden in the golden boxes that had been delivered. Concert nights were always special, and they anticipated nothing different on this one. I hoped not to disappoint them.
Taking Simone and Janey by the hands, I led them to their room. Their boxes were laid out on their beds, shining in the afternoon sunlight from the windows. The girls' excitement was palpable. I took a soft cord from my pocket. Turning Janey around to face away from me, I loosely tied her hands behind her, more symbolic than confining.
Leaning down to put my mouth close to her ear, I whispered, "Are you ready for this?"
To her credit, she took her time before answering. She knew what I was asking her to do, having witnessed the bondage Sally had been in at prior concerts. This would not be a 'date' like before, but something new, another step down an unknown path.
When she did answer, she simply said, "Yes," and then quickly turned to give me a kiss on the cheek. Her eyes were shiny with excitement.
Having Janey's cooperation was part one. Simone's would be part two. I turned to the teenager, her eyes wide with awe, fixated on the knot binding Janey's hands. When I looked over at her, she gulped, then presented her hands to me in a similar manner.
I gathered the girl in my arms and sat on the bed. I deposited her on my lap, her short robe allowing her bare bottom to caress my thigh. She was trembling, more from fear than excitement.
"I sort of had something else in mind for you, Simone, if that's all right with you."
She almost sobbed her relief.
"I'd like you to help me out tonight. As you know, I will have both your Mom and Sally to take care of. I'd like you to be in charge of Janey. Think you can do that?"
I had said all of this quietly, so that Janey could not hear us.
The idea of being in charge seemed to intrigue the girl.
"'In charge'? What would I have to do?"
"Oh, I think you have an idea. Make sure she is safe, as she will be bound pretty tightly. Help her get dressed. Make sure she behaves. Stuff like that."
"Oh." She thought about it a minute. "OK."
"Good girl. If you have any questions, I'll be right there, too."
Part one and part two completed. I kissed her cheek as I stood. I picked up a small box off of her bed. I turned her around this time a slipped her necklace, a silver diamond studded heart on a snug chain, around her neck. Another similar box on Janey's bed held a bejeweled slave collar. The difference in the two styles was obvious and Janey's eyes widened as she began to realize what the arrangement would be that night.
I stood to the side of the room for a few minutes as Simone began Janey's preparations. The first thing she did was to strip Janey of her robe, leaving her naked but for the collar and the cord binding her hands. Then, with deliberate movements, she stood behind the bound girl and cupped both her breasts with her small hands. Then she squeezed. She kept applying pressure until Janey moaned softly. Releasing one of those magnificent globes, Simone let one hand wander down to brush the tightly cropped pubic hairs.
I watched in fascination as Simone proceeded to establish her gentle but very definite dominance over the older girl. It was done slowly and softly, yet there was no questioning who was in charge. One finger, then two were buried in the gasping girl's dripping twat.
Just before Janey's knees buckled, Simone stopped her stimulation with a suddenness that left Janey gasping. With a confident grin over at me, Simone then began ripping open the various boxes on Janey's bed, flaunting a bit the fact that she got to open all the boxes. I wondered whether I should have mentioned to Simone that she would be on the other end one day soon, with Janey in charge of her but I decided to let things take their own course. It would be more fun that way. For me, anyway.
I slipped out of the room to begin my own preparations for the evening. As much as I wanted to stay and watch — God, Janey was beautiful! — I had my own two beauties to subdue.
Returning to my office, I retrieved the two remaining lovelies and led them to our bedroom. Two stacks of boxes on the bed, two lovely ladies. I made them kneel, facing the boxes.
I took the small box from Nicole's stack, the only difference in the two piles. It held her jeweled slave collar and as I fastened the secure clasp, Nicole began to cry. At first I thought it was too tight but Sally signaled to me that her tears were just a release of tension. This collar, my collar, was yet another sign of my commitment to her and Nicole was overcome with emotion.
Careful not to smudge her perfect makeup, I patted her eyes and let her blow her nose with a tissue. Through all of this, we didn't exchange one word.
I got Sally's collar from the safe and fastened it around her slender neck. With that, the two women were relieved of their robes. Taking a page from Simone's book, I knelt behind each one in turn and possessively fondled and aroused them. I didn't need to bind their hands behind them. Instead, I just positioned their hands behind their backs with wrists crossed and the two obediently kept them there without aide. Nicole came almost immediately, a deed that I reminded her would be punished at the end of the evening. That reminder seemed to excite her to yet another shuddering orgasm. I felt it would be counterproductive to remind her again, so I simply held her tightly until she regained a semblance of calm.
Sally, while in no way stoic, allowed me to take her to the edge of her climax, enjoying the buildup of the tension within both of us. I urged her on with my fingers and tongue but she maintained her control by a tremendous effort. It wasn't until I asked her if she really wanted to abandon her 'sister' to be punished alone that she allowed me to push her over the edge. As often as I had witnessed it, I still could not understand Sally's embracing of pain. I only hoped I could keep both her and Nicole satisfied.
Their attire for the evening was deceptively simple but very stringent. Essentially a corset, it incorporated straps down the spine designed to fixate their arms from elbow to wrist. A small pocket in the small of the back captured and secured their hands. I had asked that the pockets be moveable so that I could move them up or down, thereby increasing the stress on the back and shoulders. On this night I had moved them up a notch and both women gasped as they realized the level of discomfort they would have to endure for the evening.
The corset itself was unforgiving. The stays were stiff and unbending. When tied down, they cinched in the waists an amazing 3 inches. The base of the corset rested firmly on the pelvic girdle, pinched in the waist and hugged the lower ribs tightly. The material of the corset ended just above the bottom of the breasts, but was so tight, that it forced the malleable tissue up and together. It was a 'Wonder-Bra' effect. Breathing in this attire was possible, but not easy. Bending was nearly impossible and not recommended.
There were as series of straps hanging from the upper front of the corset. With these, I introduced an element of tit-bondage, tightly tying that tender flesh with a criss-cross of strands until their breast bulged out between the straps like twin balloons forced against a chain-link fence. It was delightfully painful and, at the same time, deliciously erotic. The slightest touch on their tits brought moans from the women.
The last boxes contained leather boots custom fit to be tight and to rise to meet in their crotches. They were laced, not zipped, and I enjoyed tying and retying those laces that ended just short of paradise. Of course, with my big clumsy hands, the women were rubbed extensively in a most intimate way. The boots had extremely high heels, 5-6 inches, the highest either had ever worn. The long heels resulted in their toes being pointed almost straight down.
The Rosen's earrings and the vaginal and anal probes completed the ensembles. I turned them on immediately and then gave them the admonition not to cum unless I allowed it. This was Nicole's first experience with these diabolical devices and she was incapable of preventing and then stopping her climax. I turned her units down, leaving Sally's at the original level until Nicole could again regain her composure, then edged them up gradually until she was only barely in control.
I assisted the two bound women into the living room where we met Simone and a very aroused, but subdued, Janey. I had never seen her eyes so wild with passion nor so desperate to cum. Janey was outfitted exactly as her mother and Nicole, right down to the breast bondage. Simone had actually done her up tighter than I had done with the other two and I briefly considered loosening it. A check with the teen over the link told me not to bother.
I handed Simone the remote that controlled Janey's devices and showed her how to use it. Janey's eyes almost bugged out when she flicked it on, her orgasm causing her tortured tit flesh to swell and further tighten the already tight cords. Again, I checked her over the link, with a repeated assurance that she was OK and to let Simone handle her. I blinked at this rebuff but, seeing that Simone had 'sensed' the conversation, just grinned as she winked at me. She would be just fine.
Simone, for her attire, was wearing a simple black cocktail dress with thin straps. I knew that underneath she, too, was wearing a corset, although not nearly as constricting as the other three. Her sleek shapely legs were sheathed in dusky silk stockings held up with garters attached to the base of the corset. Transparent panties held in her vaginal and anal probes. The flimsy matching bra held the Rosen's bra stimulators in place. She was the only one of the four with those devices.
Simone's long dark hair was piled seductively up on top of her head, baring her slender neck. She looked as elegant as the most sophisticated uptown girl, yet managed to convey a cherubic innocence. The only discordant thing was the nearly evil mischievous gleam in her beautiful eyes. She fully intended to enjoy dominating Janey tonight.
Again, I thought about reminding her that she would be on the other end soon, but decided against it. I had a feeling she was aware that that would happen, but didn't care.
Three capes were draped and securely fastened on the three slave-girls. I assisted Simone with her own white ermine stole, which she wore as if she was born wearing one. The remote for Janey's devices was slipped securely under the wristband of her watch, leaving her hands free.
Because all of the women were 'busy' tonight, I had arranged for the limo company to send over a driver. Our own limo was used and the same discreet young woman we had used before briskly opened the rear door as we exited the house. Simone and I assisted Janey and Nicole into the back of the car. Sally, practiced in this situation, needed only a close eye and the backup of the driver.
Sally and Nicole knelt on the soft carpet on each side of me. Immediately, I loosed my cock and waited for one or the other to attempt to take it in her mouth. With her eyes closed with the effort of bending over, Nicole was the first to reach it. In reward for her efforts, I nudged her remote up a couple of notches. As a result, she had a tremendous orgasm and she nearly bit my cock, stopping from doing severe damage only with a supreme effort. Feeling like a heartless bastard, I gave her another reprimand and additional punishment when we got home.
She bit me again, but that time she nipped me on purpose. I swore to myself to show her no mercy.
Sally swayed gently with the movement of the car on the highway. I motioned her closer and, releasing the snaps of her cape, exposed her reddened deformed tits. I found the nipples to be as hard as pebbles. As Nicole tried to keep her head still on my cock, I flicked and teased Sally's nipples, squeezing and rolling them between my fingers. I saw her eyes roll up in her head as she came hard, her breath coming is ragged gasps. It was rare for her to cum from breast stimulation alone and I think it caught her by surprise.
Simone had not let Janey be idle during the ride. As soon as she had seen what was going on with Sally and Nicole, Simone had hiked up her skirt, pulled her panties to one side and lowered Janey's head to her slippery young cunt. Janey, being a lot more flexible than the older women, did not have the trouble bending and gave Simone no resistance.
Simone stiffened in a grunting orgasm when I switched on her devices. The intensity of those intimate little buggers was surprising and I don't think the women ever did get used to the intense feelings they produced. At least, they always seemed to be surprised by the onrush of that first orgasm, even Sally and Janey. Maybe it was just an indication that I wasn't overusing them.
After the anticipation and the lascivious preparations, the concert was something of a letdown. The visiting conductor was almost genius, and was almost brilliant. Almost. Still, the pieces were by a composer I liked and given my compliant companions, it was easy to be forgiving of the performance. I kept Simone flopping around in her chair like a fish on dry land, mostly to give Janey a break. She was taking Janey to the very edge of her limits way too soon and there was still more to come. Janey gave me a look of combined thanks and disgust. She understood on one level why I was giving her a break, but on a gut level, she was thoroughly immersed in this new experience and wished I would kindly butt out.
Our limo did not have an opaque window between the driver and the rear compartment. I hadn't felt it would be necessary, intending for Janey and Simone to do the driving. As a result, the young woman driving us to and from the concert got an eye and ear full of some rather unorthodox behavior that evening. I noticed her eyeing us on the way to the concert hall. On the way back, she almost crashed as all three capes were lying carelessly on the carpeted deck. Three nearly naked and obviously strictly bound women were apparently too much for the girl, not to mention my above average cock.
Beth, as we found out her name, recovered safely and forced herself to focus on her job. That impressed me, particularly when she approached me at the end of the evening in our driveway. I had just climbed out of the car after she had opened the door.
"Sir?"
"Yes, uh, I'm sorry I don't know your name, miss."
"It's Beth, Sir. I just wanted to apologize for my driving, Sir. It won't happen again."
"I should hope it wouldn't. But, no harm was done."
"Yes, Sir, uh, No, Sir..."
I could tell she was nervous.
"Was there something else? I won't report you, if that is what is bothering you."
She blushed, then blurted out, "Do they like, I mean, they must, but, doesn't it, well, of course does, but, well," she took a deep breath, then "Sir, would you do that to me? I mean, not now, you're busy, of course, but sometime..."
I stopped her with a finger to her lips. She was a pretty young girl and would not have a problem finding a man — or woman — willing to help her. I had my hands full already.
"Are you interested in trying the bondage or me?"
"The bondage stuff, Sir," she answered immediately, before, "Oh, but you, too!" almost as an afterthought
Gee, thanks. Like I said, she was young.
"Well, Beth, I can't bring you into our family but I may have someone safe in mind for you, if you meet their standards. Thank you for driving us. I'll contact you later."
With that, I turned and escorted four very curious women into the house. I didn't really know anybody but in a flash of inspiration I 'sensed' that Beth would fit perfectly into another unorthodox family that I saw evolving or that I could encourage to evolve. Time would tell if I was right but I wouldn't say anything to anyone until I had a few more facts. Until then, they could just wonder.
I had Sally and Nicole kneel on the floor in the entryway while I escorted Janey and Simone to their room once again. Once there, I reached under the bed and slid out an apparatus of tubes, straps and pads. Both girls watched closely as I assembled a simple but sturdy frame. Helping Janey down on her knees onto the pad at the base, I bent her from the waist over another padded bar, bringing her mouth down to a latex penis that fit perfectly into and filled her mouth. A simple harness held her head firmly in place and two straps behind her knees held her legs spread and firmly in place. With her hands and arms still bound by the corset, Janey wasn't going anywhere.
"Neat!" was all that Simone said, instantly seeing the possibilities of Janey's position. Her luscious ass high in the air, accessibility to one or both orifices, Simone was already thinking along the intended lines. There was just one more thing.
I pulled Simone to me as I sat down on the bed. I reached down and retrieved yet another box out from under the bed that I had hidden along with the apparatus. With Simone facing me, I reached behind her and unzipped her dress. With infinite care, I slipped the narrow straps off her shoulders, watching her face the entire time. I was alert for any sign of resistance. Her flimsy bra was next, then her dainty panties. Simone's breathing was becoming more erratic, as was mine, I must admit. It was a novel experience, undressing this seductive teenager, and I was not immune to her charms. The only thing that stopped me from dallying with her right then was the prior engagement I had with her mother and Sally and I think we both knew it.
From the box I removed a pair of leather pants. At first she protested that the pants were inside out as I slid them up her legs. She could see the protrusions, or intrusions, that would have to fit up inside of her. They weren't long, but they were thick. Persistently, I slid the pants up to her crotch, then gently inserted the front and rear phalluses into her. Then I cinched the thick belt tight. On the front panel of the pants was a bolt, and onto that I screwed a larger, longer and thicker dildo. It clicked into place with a solid snap. The final adjustments were made by repeatedly squeezing two air bulbs secreted in the waistband of the shorts. I watched her eyes widened as first the front, then the rear probe swelled to fill her completely and lock into place.
I took her hand and placed it on her 'penis.' "Stroke it."
She did, and immediately moaned. The locking bolt was connected by a solid metal scaffold to both the vaginal and anal probes. The probes were locked in her own canals so tightly that any movement of the dildo was translated directly to her own genitals. The designers had told me it was almost as good as the real thing, but I wondered how they would know.
The last thing I took out of the box was a light riding crop. Simone's eyes widened when she saw the whip and immediately associated it with Janey's creamy ass. She salivated as she accepted the supple leather instrument from me.
Janey had three bright red stripes across her ass before I could get out of the room. I felt her explosive climax across the link and sensed her relaxing into and under Simone's control. There was already an instinctive trust between the two girls that allowed Janey to let go and experience everything Simone had for her to the fullest. I left them to their frolicking, focused on my own responsibilities.
Two more tubular frames came from under our bed and Sally and Nicole were secured in them in a relatively short time. I fingered them in their exposed genital areas for a long time, teasing them to a higher and higher sexual pitch. Finally, when they were nearly mad out of their minds, I stopped touching them.
Tonight I had decided upon a thick leather strap, one that would leave their asses bruised if used with too much force. I intended to get as close to that point as possible and, if I slipped over the line a time or two, well, they would heal. In time.
I started on Nicole, the first swat telegraphing of the serious intent of the evening. It sounded like a shot in the suddenly tension-filled room. After ten hard blows, I lowered my pants and plunged my rampant cock deep within her without warning. Her clasping cuntal walls spasmed, either in pain or orgasm, against my sudden intrusion. I couldn't remember being this aroused by disciplining the women before and the thought flitted though my mind that my behavior of late had been much more aggressive than usual. But as I was enveloped in the heat of her cunt, the thought passed through without leaving much evidence of its being thought and I gave myself over to the enjoyment of giving pain to my lovers.
I fucked Nicole roughly for a long time. She continued to milk my cock, clasping and squeezing me as hard as I was shoving into and out of her. Without intending to, I found myself blowing my load suddenly deep within her. With a surprised grunt, I yanked my still rigid member from her. Raising my hand, I administered another ten blows to her flaming ass, harder than the first. Nicole continued to moan around the penis gag throughout, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
Sally received the same treatment, the same roughness, with the same curious arousal and the same surprising ejaculation on my part. I wasn't losing control, not with Dr. Wang's little gadgets. It just seemed that the more pain I handed out, the stiffer and larger and more aroused I became.
I became like an animal after fucking Sally, eventually taking both women anally after giving them even more severe beatings. They would be bruised in the morning, but it was as if I was beyond caring about them. All that mattered was this driving need, this obsession within me. Had I been aware of what was going on, I probably would have been worried but as it was, I was totally self-absorbed.
Finally exhausted, I released the two beaten women from their bonds and collapsed into bed. There were no endearments that night, no cuddling, no pillow talk. Already softly snoring, I missed the cautious glances the two women gave to each other over my sweat-dampened chest and the secret satisfied smiles on their faces as they too drifted off to a satisfied sleep.
They could worry about the future tomorrow.