Strangely enough, as exciting as I found the prospect to be of introducing bondage into our relationship, Sally and I didn't start using the cellar right away. She was ready, more than ready, but she understood I was not there yet. There was a large part of the whole issue I wasn't comfortable with, not the least of which was that there was almost always some degree of pain involved. I didn't talk about it with her, either, although I spent many long hours down there by myself, thinking, trying to understand what this was all about, what this would do to our relationship, what part I could and would be willing to play. I had several issues to deal with. Until I was ready, I wasn't going to bring it any further into our relationship, giving it a formal place, than it had already intruded by may accidental binding of her arms the day of our bet.
As time went by, slowly, the three of us settled into a kind of routine. Janey had school, I had work and Sally, well, Sally had Janey. Then school ended for the summer and we both had Janey on our hands. She just kind of hung around, underfoot, listless, lifeless.
Neither Sally nor I were prepared for her listlessness. This active, goal-oriented teenager was suddenly mashed potatoes. By the end of the second week of summer break I got fed up with tripping over her, getting no civil response to reasonable questions, and the mindless drivel she was watching - or at least staring at on TV. Something drastic was called for, so I did something impulsive. Well, OK, so I planned it first. The two girls thought it was impulsive, and that's all that counts, right? I quietly made several telephone calls and pulled in some favors. Everything fell neatly into place, as I had hoped - prayed? - they would. Clout is really nice to have when you need it.
That night at dinner I announced I would be in charge of the entire next day. They could like it or not, tuff shit. I told them they could call their friends and cancel any plans, as I was not taking "No" as an answer from either one of them. I would give them the itinerary, their instructions and their clothing in the morning. That raised at least one eyebrow. Then I left the house. I didn't want to take a chance on either one of them talking me out of it or digging out the surprises I had in store for them. I knew my limits with these two and when it came to giving in and giving up, I was an expert.
On my return with several small packages, Sally hovered about, sniffing for a hint. But no amount of wheedling, and God, could she wheedle, produced the slightest whiff of the next day's events.
The next morning, I got them up early. On each of their beds were three packages, numbered 1, 2, and 3. Sally tore into her boxes like it was Christmas. The first box held a pair of shorts, a half-T, and tennis shoes, with bootie socks, nothing else. The disappointment in her eyes almost made me fess up to the plans for the day. The second sack contained a baseball glove.
Clearly puzzled, and slightly more curious now, she opened the third. A baseball cap and a pennant from a near-by AAA baseball team and a ticket for tonight's game. She grinned at me, lighting the room. It was all the thanks I needed.
She gestured towards the two skimpy pieces of clothing.
"Anything else?" she asked me.
I shook my head, grinning.
Her eyes widened as she eyeballed the slight droop of her breasts against the bottom hem of the shirt.
"I'll have to be careful," she hesitated.
"Please, not on my account!" I said, grinning from ear to ear.
I hoped I had estimated it just right. Janey's top was even shorter. Both of them would be very aware of their cock teasing attire the entire day. All I could do was hope for an exciting game and that we didn't run into any drunk or overly aggressive males. I was prepared to deal swiftly should one - or more - get within a grab of either of my girls, especially Janey. That would set her back a lot, but I had always believed that without risk, there is no gain. I applied that philosophy to life as well as my finances.
Sally went in to help Janey get ready, her infectious laughter soon joined by her daughter's gasps and giggles. I heard Janey protest
"But, Mom, I've never dressed like this to go out in public!" I heard Janey protest.
"I know, dear. Me neither. But it's what he wants for today," answered her mother.
"I, uh, we both look like cock teasers!" Janey continued to protest.
"Then I guess we'll just have to play the part he wants us to play. But for today only, clear?" Sally instructed.
More giggles followed with some practice tease lines and outrageous blatant poses in front of the mirror in Janey's room. I watched from the doorway as both figured out how high they could move their arms or shrug their shoulders before they exposed themselves to their viewing public. It was going to be impossible to avoid, and they both agreed that if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
Sally gasped as Janey walked across the room. We all saw her bounce in and out of view just from walking. I guess I got her shirt a bit too short. Sally glared at me in the mirror as I shrugged an "oops" to her. I really hadn't meant it to be that short. She then got a funny look in her eye, pulled out some scissors and trimmed a good two inches off her own shirt. She couldn't even take a deep breath without showing it all.
"There, that's better, don't you think?" she said triumphantly.
They linked arms, grinning conspiratorially, and announced they were ready to go.
Over the first hurdle, but oh, so many more to go...
I whistled appreciatively at the two goddesses and handed them each a light windbreaker on the way out the door, telling them to hurry as we had to keep to the schedule. Sally checked her ticket for the time of the game. It didn't start until 7:00 that night and the stadium was only 60 miles away. She shrugged and helped me get Janey into the back seat of my car. Neither wanted the cover of the windbreakers, so the light jackets went into the trunk, along with the baseball gloves.
I took the long way around, heading to the next town over from the stadium. There I stopped for breakfast at a health food place I had invested in several years prior. I had warned the folks who ran it I might stop in, with my 'special' guests, and they really put on a show for us.
Janey thought all I ate was artery-clogging processed foods, and when I pulled into this out of the way place, she figured it was a greasy spoon, and said as much. Sally was just as bewildered, but more observant. She saw the high-end autos in the parking lot and the sleekness of the clientele. The high-tech, high-priced exercise facility attached to the restaurant clued her in that this just might be something other than what it appeared.
Janey turned suddenly modest and we could only get her to come in after I had retrieved the light jackets from the trunk. She was still somewhat reticent, but when she suddenly spied a young waiter, a 'hunk with buns, ' as she described him, she said she would come with us if we could sit at his station. Thank you, God, for raging hormones. I told her I would see what I could do, and in we went.
I think Janey would have eaten lard on pork rinds that morning and not noticed. That poor waiter was run ragged. She had him take back the yogurt, because it wasn't ripe yet. Then the toast because it was too light, then too dark, then too hard, and so on. The water was too warm, there was a microscopic nick in her glass, her place settings didn't match Sally's and mine, then they didn't match the table next to us and it clashed, upsetting her appetite. She almost drooled as she stared at his butt as he walked back to the kitchen, again. And again. And yet again. I will admit, she was rather inventive and kept him busy running back and forth the whole time we were there.
I was trying to hold a conversation with my partners, the owners, introducing them to Sally. We had to point at Janey during the introductions, as her attention was elsewhere. Several times we were interrupted by raucous laughter from the tables around us. Most of the patrons sitting around us had caught on to what Janey was doing, and were thoroughly enjoying the floorshow. Some even helped Janey out, sending the poor waiter past our table so Janey could get an additional eyeful.
With all the complaints Janey was making, the mangers were worried that things weren't going well, and mentioned that the waiter, on his first day, might not make it to his second. Sally reassured them that he was doing just fine; that the problem was much more of her daughter's doing than anything else. I, too, reassured them that, knowing Janey and her determination, there was absolutely nothing the poor kid could do about it. I intended to leave a substantial tip for the poor rookie.
He was coming towards our table, lugging an over-full, hurriedly stacked, ill-balanced tub of dirty dishes, when Janey gave him her own special gratuity. Her windbreaker had fallen open just so, and, as she caught his eye, she winked, slowly raising both her hands to re-adjust the baseball cap on her head. It took her a long time to get it just right. Her 'tips, ' framed by the dark windbreaker, riveted him, as well as several lucky tables behind him. Stunned, the mesmerized kid dropped the tub, breaking every dish in it with a crash that silenced every conversation in the room.
I watched her flash him from my seat. I had a clear view of what she had done and what he could see. Considering I had only left money on the table, I figured she had given him the better tip. Mine would just about cover the breakage. Hers would last him a lifetime. Unbeknownst to me, Sally slipped him a $50.00 bill and a peck on the cheek on the way out. Who knows what she showed him as she did that? Or where she had the bill stashed?
The next stop was a long ways off. I urged them to use the facilities before we got underway. Both snapped very erotic nipple-flashing salutes with an "Aye, aye, Sir" and marched off to the ladies room. Time passed, and I finally wandered out to the car to wait for them there. I was standing next to my car when an old family friend and his wife drove up and we began to talk, catching up on mutual acquaintances from home. I had my back turned to the restaurant and wasn't aware the girls were approaching until I heard,
"Hey, mista. If we show ya our boobies, will ya give us a ride in yer big red car? I'll letcha play with mine if I can drive it. Huh? I get my license next year and I need the practice. Whaddya say? Deal? Here, feel hers, too. Hers ain't real, mine are! Feel the difference?"
My friend turned apoplectic as the two temptresses clung to me, one on each arm. As they rubbed their chests up and down my arms they showed my friend and his wife their goodies. I started to introduce Sally and Janey to them, but something was different about them. It took a minute, then it hit me. They had changed their hair. Both now had twin pig tails of hair, sprouting out of their heads almost sideways. And the makeup was either gone, or so artfully applied that they looked - both of them - no older than 14 years old. 15 max. I didn't think I could introduce a cock-teasing 15-year-old as 'my intended' with a straight face, so I grabbed a handful of ass in each hand and said,
"Sure, kids. Climb in. Say, I think I've got some candy in my pocket. Why don't you reach in and see if you can find it?"
I winked at my friend and his red-faced wife, mouthed 'Let's do lunch, ' and hustled the two vixens into my car. They both waved 'Goodbye' enthusiastically, much to the visible delight of the old man.
I would have a lot of explaining to do to my friend, the judge, when we got around to that lunch.