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This story is full of all sorts of perverse and unlikely things. It 
includes all sorts of bizarre things, which happen to turn some people 
on. Things like bondage, non-consentual sex, exhibitionism, and even 
incest. Minors need not apply. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. 
Delete from incoming box. (Like you'll listen if you're a minor... but 
at least you've been warned).

If this kind of writing causes you discomfort, if it bothers you or is 
even likely to bother you, please don't read it. Consider yourself 
warned. If you read it despite all these warnings and are offended,
what 
the heck are you doing? Give yourself a shake.

I guess I should point out that this story is fictional. I have never 
figured out time travel and if I did, I suspect I wouldn't misuse the 
privilege nor would I engage in non-consentual sex or incest under any 
circumstances nor would I counsel anyone else to do so. These are bad 
things. <Does this really need saying? Isn't this common sense? Hello?> 
Any resemblance to persons living or dead are purely coincidental.

Also, let's be clear about this. Archiving of the story is OK. But 
charging money for it (including charging for access to any archived 
copies) isn't cool. Needless to say, giving me credit for the story is 
not an option. This work is copyrighted by the author subject to the 
above stated conditions.

This is a work in progress. I will continue posting it as long as there 
is interest (both yours and mine). Any comments, good or bad, are 
welcome. Suggestions for the storyline are also welcome.

If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy.

- crimson


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Chapter 102 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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"You finished with putting everything away?"

"Yup. Just these left." Her hands were full of toiletries. 
Toothbrushes, toothpaste, hair clips, make up. That sort of thing. She 
dumped them on the counter and straightened them up. The short chain 
between her wrists hampering her. But she knew better than to 
complain.

Sheila opened her eyes as she heard Jane's voice.

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed from the tub. "He let you dress? That thing 
is gorgeous. What? Where? Oh my God. When he dresses you up, he 
dresses you up."

Jane almost laughed. Her voice raised in mocking. "Holy shit! He let 
you take a bath? Actually ... you don't have any idea what a privilege 
that is."

Elizabeth opened her eyes. Smiling. "I got about five minutes in here 
*alone*," she boasted.

Jane's eyes widened. She crouched beside the tub. Her bare feet 
contrasting against the evening gown as she leaned forward on her 
toes. She gently pulled Elizabeth's arm out of the water and traced 
the rope marks.

I heard her whisper to Elizabeth. "I'm truly sorry, Liz. I didn't want 
to tie you up like that. God. It must have hurt."

"It did, sweety. Don't sweat it. I know you didn't want to do it. I 
know who to blame." She threw a withering look my way. "I'm alright 
now. This bath is wonderful."

Jane rose to her feet. Looked at Sheila. "You alright? How's the 
bruises?"

"They still ache. But Elizabeth is right. This bath is wonderful. I 
could stay in it all day."

"And become a prune," I interjected. "You can stay in there for a 
while, and then both of you get ready for supper. Okay?"

They both nodded. I motioned Jane over to my seat on the counter. She 
walked over, head bowed.

I released her hands. She was the last girl to be wearing fetters. And 
I needed her free. I told her what she had to do, and her eyes lit up.

"You're kidding," was her only response.

"Don't let any of the others know. And tell them to keep out of that 
room."

"Alright. I can't believe you are going to let us do this."

"Enjoy. Go get it set up, then help Christi and Amy in the kitchen. 
Set up the dining room. There's room for six there, right?"

"Room for twelve."

"Good. None of you will have to be on the floor."

"I can't believe you care."

"You want to argue, or get going?"

She scampered out, her gown flowing around her body as she left.

"What the heck was that all about?" Elizabeth asked lazily from the 
water.

"You'll find out. Now, I'm going to relax before dinner. You two can 
stay in there for another fifteen minutes. Then out. I don't want you 
pruned for dinner. Dry off and then come to the master bedroom. 
Understand?"

"Yup." Both girls answered together. Dreamily. Relaxed. They had 
better not fall asleep in there. They really weren't going to like 
their punishment if they disobeyed. This was not the night to disobey. 
Jane knew why.

My eyes wandered to the counter where Jane had arranged all the 
toiletries. The extra jewelry was sitting there. Two anklets, a 
bracelet and a necklace. All diamonds. Christi had probably given them 
to her and she'd forgotten to mention it in her excitement.

I turned just as I was about to leave. "Oh. And girls?" They turned 
towards me. Elizabeth arched her neck to see. "There's a present for 
each of you on the counter. Actually two each. Share them and I don't 
want to see you without them. Okay?"

Elizabeth craned her neck up to see onto the counter. But she was far 
too small to allow this maneuver. The gifts were safely hidden at the 
back of the counter. She relaxed back into the water. Content that 
she'd find out what her present was later. Pretty sure she wasn't 
going to like it anyway. Especially if it was something she had to 
keep with her. I smiled as I saw her mind working. Probably thought it 
was nipple clamps or something. She was in for a pleasant surprise.

I walked back to the master bedroom. Alone for the first time in a 
long time. I lay back on the bed. It was still warm from Sheila's body 
heat. I fingered the ropes that had held her, wondering what it would 
be like to be restrained for so long. Unable to free yourself. 
Vulnerable. Naked.

I leaned my head back and relaxed. No girls to worry about. The 
silence only broken by the occasional sharp sound as something was 
dropped in the kitchen and the soft murmur of Sheila and Elizabeth 
softly talking in their bath. I closed my eyes. Just listening to the 
silence. Enjoying it. Quiet.

I heard the girls get out of the bath. The water splashed and the 
vibrations of their bodies as they moved around the bathroom. I could 
hear the faint sounds of the hot bath water draining from the tub and 
the girls drying off. I heard them as they entered the bedroom. Unsure 
what to do. I could sense them as they moved to the center of the room 
and just knelt. Unsure if they should wake me up. Or just kneel 
quietly until I woke and gave them further instructions. Neither 
particularly wanted to guess wrong.

I opened my eyes and hitched myself up on the bed, saving them the 
decision. Glanced over. They were kneeling in the middle of the 
carpet. Quietly watching my movements. I could see that their fingers 
were pruned the way they were kneeling with the palms of their hands 
upturned on their naked thighs. Legs together. Elizabeth had chosen 
the necklace and Sheila was wearing the diamond bracelet on her left 
wrist. Presumably both were wearing the anklets. Even though I 
couldn't see, their feet were probably pruned too. Their skin almost 
glowed, in that way women's skin glows after a bath. I could watch 
them all day, kneeling there.

Elizabeth spoke softly. "I'm not sure if I'm allowed to speak, but 
thank you for the gifts. They. Are beautiful. I wasn't expecting 
that."

"What were you expecting?"

"I don't know. Knowing you, maybe some nipple clamps, or a new 
vibrator, or platinum handcuffs. I don't know. But thank-you. Did you 
pick them out?"

"No. Actually Christi, Jane and Anne did."

"Anne?"

"You don't want to know."

"They are gorgeous. Whoever she is."

Sheila was silent.

"Is there anything else we can do for you?"

"Nope. Just kneel there and look pretty until dinner is ready."

I leaned back and rested again.

A soft voice, hesitantly spoke again. "Sir? Can I speak?"

I opened my eyes again. It was Sheila.

"What's up?" I asked kindly.

"Can we. At least talk while you are resting? Please? We'll talk 
quietly."

"Sheila. I'd prefer if you didn't. I'm enjoying the silence."

"Alright. I'm sorry." She lapsed back into silence. Her expression was 
one of confusion and hurt. Not sure why I couldn't just let them go to 
another room and talk. But she knew better than to question it. It was 
better than being gagged. And she knew about being gagged.

I closed my eyes again and relaxed into the comfort of the bed. I 
could hear the soft breathing of the girls as they just quietly knelt 
and waited. Probably a bit uncomfortable on their knees.

Finally I heard a faint voice from the bottom of the stairs. Sounds 
didn't travel particularly well in this home. It sounded like Jane or 
Christi calling that dinner was on the table.

I opened my eyes. Elizabeth and Sheila had both heard the call as 
well. They looked anxious to go. I suppose being forced to kneel naked 
for twenty minutes with nothing to do but keep silent makes a woman a 
bit restless. I forced them to remain on their knees while I slowly 
got up.

Finally Sheila risked breaking the silence.

"M-master?"

"Did I give you permission to speak?"

"I'm sorry." She closed her mouth again.

"Come on. Dinner is served. I think." It had been about three minutes 
since the call.

Elizabeth and Sheila both scrambled to their bare feet. Waiting for me 
to tell them they could go downstairs. Elizabeth's eyes expressive. 
Wanting to say something. Ask if she could go downstairs. As I 
approached the door, I knew why. It hadn't reached to the bed yet, but 
the smell of dinner, whatever it was, permeated the room. Garlic. My 
mouth began to water. I'm sure the women were in as bad a state. 
Hadn't eaten since breakfast. I thought I could hear Elizabeth's belly 
rumble as she smelled her coming food.

I gave them both a pat on their bare bottoms. "Go on. You two are like 
a pair of lions, smelling the kill. You can talk now as well."

The girls gratefully scampered out of the room. Elizabeth calling a 
word of thanks over her shoulder. I could hear the two of them 
thundering down the stairs and towards the dining room. I followed 
them at a more sedate pace.

When I got into the dining room, I stepped back in shock. The girls 
had made the dining room up into something to rival fine dining 
establishments. They had moved the extra chairs over to the other side 
of the room. Now there were only six chairs towards one end of the 
huge table. The end of the table was obviously reserved for me. Jane 
and Christi flanked me, and the rest of the girls were seated demurely 
in the remaining chairs. Candles graced the table, and the lights were 
dimmed. Their hair and faces glowed in the soft light. They were all 
waiting patiently for me to allow them to eat. Hands clasped in their 
laps. I glanced at the table before I sat. Christi had prepared a full 
dinner. Bread. Wine. And a steaming bowl of pasta. Some sort of cream 
sauce. A huge tossed salad.

I sat and looked over at Christi. Her red sweater flickered in the 
candlelight. I idly wondered what our illustrious Mr. Mayer would 
think of us, three clothed, three unclothed strangers using his 
kitchen and dining room as though it was our own. Drinking his 
precious wine. I didn't particularly care what he thought.

Christi smiled. She whispered to me. "Did we do good?"

I nodded. It had been a long time since we'd had dinner together. And 
this really blew my mind. I guess they were probably looking for 
something to stimulate themselves as well. Christi saw my questioning 
look at the pasta.

"Carbonara. I used some of the lunch meats. I really hope you like it. 
My last boyfriend did." She whispered to herself, "God. I hope he 
likes it."

She picked up the serving spoons and put some pasta onto the plate in 
front of me.

"Can I serve the rest of us as well?"

I nodded, watching her body move as she doled out the noodles. Giving 
the girls less than she did me. I wasn't going to stop them from 
having seconds if they wanted it. There was tons of pasta.

I picked up my fork and spoon and twirled the first strands of 
linguine on the fork. I popped it in my mouth, my mouth exploding with 
flavour. The best carabonara I'd ever tasted. Garlic.

I looked up. Christi looked worried. I reassured her.

"Excellent. What are you all waiting for?"

Christi smiled and swallowed in relief. She experimentally dipped her 
fingers into her plate and pulled at a few noodles. Having trouble 
with the slippery food. Tears beginning to form at the corners of her 
eyes. Frustrated with her dinner and her inability to eat it. She 
snatched her hand back, the pasta still a little hot for her. She 
stuck her fingers in her mouth to ease the burning sensation.

The other girls watched as Christi slipped her fingers out of her 
mouth and stood. She licked the cream sauce off her fingers carefully. 
I could see the tears brimming in her eyes as she grasped the bottom 
of her sweater and pulled it over her head in one swift motion. I was 
too surprised to react. Her breasts fell free and she sighed. She 
began to unbutton her jeans.

I finally found my tongue. "Christi?" I asked her. "What are you 
doing?"

"I'm. I'm taking my clothes off."

"Uh. Why?"

"I'm going to spill. And I don't want to get punished. Not tonight. 
Please just let me take them off." She swallowed heavily. Hardly being 
able to stop the tears.

"Christi. Stop."

She actually began to cry. The rest of the girls were looking 
decidedly uncomfortable. Elizabeth was trying to pick up her pasta, 
not having to worry about her clothes. She burned her fingers a little 
as well. Her fingers got put in her mouth quickly as well. She sucked 
gently at her digits, trying to ease the burning sensations.

Christi spoke through her tears, "Oh God. Please. I'm not hungry 
anymore."

I knew that was a lie. She was as hungry as the rest of us. She was 
just more afraid of punishment than of her hunger.

"Calm down. Calm."

She tried to stop crying. I wasn't quite sure what had upset her. 
Having to take off her clothes, or just the simple fact that she 
wouldn't have to if I just let them eat like human beings. Or both.

She looked at me with her baleful blue eyes. "I'm sorry. I know I'm 
not going to be allowed to wear them forever." Didn't even bother 
asking for cutlery. Knowing what the answer would be, if it wasn't 
accompanied by punishment just for asking. It just all seemed so 
unfair to her. I couldn't blame her. It just didn't seem right for her 
to have to strip and be upset in this atmosphere. Nor did it seem 
right that she couldn't enjoy this wonderful dinner she'd prepared.

"Christi. I don't want all of you to need showers before bed. Go on. 
Dress yourself. And then go get forks and spoons for everyone. I would 
have told you before, but I didn't realize that you were going to make 
such a wonderful meal. I had actually sort of forgotten you didn't 
have utensils."

She face fell in disbelief. She hadn't been allowed cutlery since I 
took her. Clothes and cutlery in one day. She didn't need to be told 
twice. She picked up her sweater and rebuttoned her jeans. She pulled 
the garment back over her head, hiding herself again. She practically 
ran to the kitchen, returning with her hands full of forks and soup 
spoons. She distributed them to the anxious girls. Elizabeth was 
silently licking her fingers to clean them. Smiles on all the females, 
nude or otherwise.

"Don't get used to it. It's back to fingers tomorrow. You can thank 
Christi for it tonight. If this wasn't so delicious, you'd be using 
your fingers anyway. Showers or no. It's hard to enjoy it if you are 
worried about slopping. And it is excellent. Especially when it's hot. 
Eat up. Quit listening to me."

The girls dove into the pasta. Their fingers working the utensils. 
Savouring the flavour. Everyone enjoying it. Everyone complimenting 
Christi.

After the pasta, I was stuffed. Some of the girls, Jane and Elizabeth 
took seconds after seeking permission. Christi distributed the salad 
and bread. I buttered the bread for them, since they weren't allowed 
knives. And they happily ate the salad and bread with their fingers. 
Licking themselves clean afterwards. It was almost normal. Jane was 
stunning. Christi looked almost normal. If you ignored the fact that 
the other three were nude, and Jane and Christi were barefoot, and the 
women were eating with their fingers, albeit daintily, it almost could 
have been a dinner at a fine dining restaurant.

I finished up and leaned back in my chair. Satiated. The girls were 
still eating since their salads took a little longer, eating with 
their fingers. I just watched as they talked amongst themselves. 
Telling stories about their siblings. Families. Goals. University 
stories. I just drank my wine slowly. Not quite believing this scene. 
Hadn't expected this. It was actually quite nice. I was curious which 
of the girls had come up with the idea. Probably Christi or Jane.

Amy looked like she just might have had a bit too much wine. Her face 
was flushed and she was talking a bit louder than normal. But she was 
hardly drunk. I debated saying something, but she probably deserved a 
bit of an escape. Maybe it was dulling the ache between her legs. I 
took note as Christi purposefully, but discreetly moved the wine 
bottle down towards our end of the table. Away from Amy. Amy didn't 
seem to mind. Perhaps sensing that she was about to go over the limit, 
and into the realm of possible punishment for getting out of control. 
And she'd was well aware of punishment today.

One by one, the women finished their meals. Sighing. Content. They all 
sat back and quietly talked. Sometimes including me in their 
conversation, but sensing that I really was content to simply watch 
them interact. They weren't shy. Even talking about sex and 
relationships. Almost as though they could pretend that they were just 
a bunch of friends on an evening out. Able to ignore the oddity of the 
scene in the low light. The nudity. Their positions. Almost forgetting 
that they were captives.

Finally Elizabeth, Amy and Sheila all rose, almost as if on cue, and 
began to clear the table. The nude women, still chattering with the 
clothed ones and myself. The three of them gathered up the dishes and 
finally exited to clean up.

Christi and Jane leaned on their elbows and just looked at me. Jane 
spoke softly.

"You know, if it was more like this, I'd love it here."

Christi echoed the sentiment.

"You liked this evening?"

"I loved this evening. I'd happily go all the way with you for giving 
us this evening," Jane murmured. "And not because I had to." Her face 
was a little flushed as well. She was definitely underage to be 
drinking. Like I cared. She probably just wasn't used to it. She 
hadn't gotten drunk though. Just flushed. Her self control asserting 
itself well before she crossed any danger lines.

"Me too. At the same time even," Christi echoed softly.

"I enjoyed it too. Kind of relaxed. Don't have to torment you all the 
time, I guess."

"It almost feels weird, you know," Jane remarked.

"What does?" Christi asked.

"Sitting here. You in jeans and a sweater. Me in this ... thing," Jane 
reflected. "If I had shoes, I'd almost believe I wasn't ... here. And 
this was the most relaxing time I've ever had in my short life. It 
almost doesn't seem real. That pasta was so good."

"I know what you mean. God it was hard taking off this thing." Christi 
pinched her sweater between her breasts. "I'm almost used to it. I. I 
don't want to go back to the way I was."

"Christi. Enjoy it. But please don't get attached to it. You know I'm 
going to have to take it away from you eventually," I had to inject 
some reality into this.

"I know. I look too good nude," she spoke almost with a pang of 
regret.

I smiled. "You got it, babe."

"Well, I'm going to enjoy it as long as you let me. It feels good."

"Me too," Jane chimed it. We all sipped at our wine and lapsed into 
silence. Just thinking. Watching the candles flicker in the darkness. 
We were still like that as Elizabeth, Amy and Sheila padded back into 
the dining room. Each of them filed past my chair and gave me a kiss, 
then returned to their own chair.

"What was that for?" I almost laughed.

"For tonight. You don't often treat us nicely, and we thought we'd 
show our appreciation. You can have more appreciation later if you 
want," Elizabeth grinned up from her end of the table.

"Christ, I almost forgot." Amy jumped to her feet and ran back towards 
the kitchen.

I watched the nude girl as she disappeared. A frown creased my brow. I 
wondered what she possibly could have forgotten.

She reappeared moments later with a big bowl of ice cream.

"Dessert!" she cried as she placed it down in front of me with a 
teaspoon.

I smiled. "Where'd you find this?"

"Freezer. That's all there was."

It was a huge bowl. I couldn't possibly eat it all. I took a spoonful 
of the dessert and offered it to Amy. She stared wide eyed. Not 
expecting any. She opened her small mouth and extended her tongue. The 
same tongue I'd clamped so long ago. I slipped the spoon into her 
mouth and she took the dessert. Swallowing with a look of pure rapture 
on her face. After today's events I doubt if she expected any kindness 
from me ever again. I couldn't blame her. She was probably still 
aching something fierce between her thighs.

"Anyone else?"

Christi spoke from beside me. "I wish. Milk doesn't agree with me. 
Remember? God. And I love the stuff."

"Alright. You go make the coffee then. Everyone but me and Sheila."

"Really? Why can't Sheila have any? She hasn't done anything to be 
punished has she?"

I turned to Sheila. "Sheila? You want any?" She shook her head 
negative. "Go on before I change my mind. You girls are going to be up 
half the night."

Christi laughed and jumped to her bare feet. Practically flying out of 
the dining room to prepare the coffee. I caught a flash of her blue 
jeans as she stumbled through the swinging door.

I gave each remaining girl a taste of the ice cream, before taking 
some myself. They each savoured it; just being female. Their faces 
showing their pleasure. I ate most of the rest of the ice cream. It 
was really good. Maybe I just hadn't had any in a long time. 
Chocolate.

I left each girl about two spoons each and fed them the last of it. 
Jane hesitating over the last spoon.

"You sure you don't want it?"

"I do. But you'll enjoy it more and I've had lots. Go on. Eat it. Not 
like I'm going to punish you for taking something I offered to you."

"You sure?" still a bit hesitant. But I could see her desire for it 
deep in her brown eyes. She was just unsure of my motives; I couldn't 
blame her.

I gently pushed the spoon against her teeth until she opened her mouth 
and took the offered treat. She savoured the chocolate and swallowed 
it. Closing her eyes.

I dropped the spoon in the bowl just as Christi entered with a tray. 
The aroma of fresh coffee permeated the room. She poured a mug for 
everyone but Sheila and I. I topped up Sheila's wine and we sipped at 
that instead. The girls prepared their coffees and enjoyed them in 
silence.

I spoke down the table. A thought occurring to me.

"Sheila?"

She turned her head towards me. Her eyes questioning.

"This the first time you've eaten in here?"

"Like this? Yes."

"You've eaten in here before?" I couldn't believe that Mayer had 
allowed her to eat with them.

"Once. Sort of. But nothing this good. Or pleasant." Her face flushed 
at the memory. "When Gertrude was away with her sister ... Mayer could 
force me to do all my duties the way he liked me. Bound. Naked. 
Dismissed Polly for the day. Had me. Had me bound to the table. Naked. 
Tight. And he invited a few friends over for a little dinner party. I. 
I was dessert that night. That was well before he started to hit me. 
His friends were, actually, mostly civil for a change. Though, I did 
have to service them all later that evening. Ick. I don't remember 
that much, thank God. Just their boring conversation during dinner, as 
they ignored me. Not that I minded being ignored. And the burning of 
the hot dishes they placed on me from time to time. They. They forced 
me to drink a lot of champagne. I. I don't remember much but being 
eaten after dinner. Them making comments about the quality of the 
dessert. And begging them not to do it. Begging them to stop. It was 
early in my, uh, service. I didn't know that this was actually kind 
compared to some of Mayer's tastes. All I knew was that strange men 
were getting a lot closer to me than I liked. I think he made me eat a 
cold dinner later that night in here after his friends went home. It 
was a while ago."

The girls listened to the account quietly. Amy touching Sheila's 
shoulder as she finished. Sheila had been nearly emotionless as she 
told the story. She snapped out of it with Amy's touch.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin dinner."

"You didn't sweetheart," Jane whispered from her end of the table. 
"You didn't."

"I'm pretty sure the table was cleaned after that," Sheila managed to 
force herself to grin. Breaking the tension. I had to give her credit, 
she could cope with what was done to her.

As Elizabeth cleared the coffee and my dessert bowl, I turned to Jane.

"Everything set up?"

The girl in the evening gown nodded solemnly.

Elizabeth wandered back into the room and took her seat. Her breasts 
rising and falling gently with her breathing.

I nodded to Jane, and she rose. She padded quietly out towards the 
kitchen giving me a furtive glance. The other females shifted a bit 
uncomfortably in their seats. Not knowing quite what to expect. 
Christi looked a bit apprehensive, knowing that nice treatment was 
sometimes followed by rough treatment.





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