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Chapter Three
In the House
Instead of organizing her bedroom Sunday afternoon, Yvette installed pegs in the attic. One by one she held each of her prized whips, conscious of the intricate balance between handle and lashes, before hanging the instrument of discipline for display. The heft of the handcuffs in her diverse collection brought back memories of women she’d restrained. How soft the discipline hoods had felt stretched over the faces of willing submissives. Before leaving the attic, two eyebolts Yvette removed from her apartment found new homes in the attic beams. She anticipated spending long hours in this room in the future.
“Did everyone get settled?” Samantha asked at dinner.
“Amber had several boxes of erotic books we alphabetized by title in the library,” Peaches reported.
“My God, you wouldn’t believe how many shoes Cindi has,” Dawn declared.
“I manage a shoe store,” Cindi responded.
“You and Dawn make a good pair,” Daphne said. “Dawn runs a boutique. Her closet overflows with the very latest in fashion.”
“How about you, Yvette?” Samantha asked.
“Actually, my toys have been organized in the attic.”
“Can we see?” Dawn asked.
Samantha stood up. “I’m sure we’d all like to take a look. Lead on, Yvette.”
In the attic the group admired the display of whips, handcuffs and discipline hoods.
“Do I have a volunteer?” Yvette asked.
Dawn’s hand flew into the air.
“Strip,” Yvette ordered.
Dawn dropped her garments on the floor. Yvette’s eyes roamed over Dawn’s body. “No underwear. Nice.” Yvette said. Yvette pushed Dawn up against the closest beam. “Glad to see you’ve shaved.” After wrapping rope around Dawn’s wrists, Yvette attached the ends to one of the new eyebolts overhead. Without being asked, Dawn spread her legs to tighten the rope from her wrists to the eyebolt. Yvette tied more rope to each of Dawn’s ankles. Yvette handed the end attached to Dawn’s right ankle to Daphne. The end attached to Dawn’s left ankle Yvette handed to Samantha. “Pull her taught,” Yvette said. “Keep her spread.”
Dawn’s nipples grew hard. Yvette drew a set of nipple clamps out of her back pocket. She placed one on each of Dawn’s nipples. A whimper escaped Dawn’s lips before she regained control. “You have the weights, Candi?” Yvette asked. Candi stepped forward, dropped to one knee and raised her hands containing two eight-ounce weights in an offering gesture.
With the lead added to her nipples, Dawn bit her bottom lip in response to the pain. Yvette made the sinkers swing. “Amber, get over here and service this pussy,” Yvette said.
Amber dropped to her knees in front of Dawn. Amber stroked the exposed pussy lips with her tongue before licking Dawn’s erect clit. When Amber’s tongue reached Dawn’s vagina, sweet moans of pleasure filled the attic. Samantha and Daphne pulled Dawn’s legs farther apart to give Amber better access. In Dawn’s state of arousal her body started to spasm; her breasts bounced causing the weights to dance.
“Peaches, kiss Dawn. We don’t want her to think we don’t love her.”
Peaches twisted her body to have access to Dawn’s mouth. The force with which Dawn kissed back amazed Peaches but she responded in kind. Yvette pulled Dawn’s hair, forcing her head back. The intensity of Dawn’s kissing increased. Samantha and Daphne began dragging their nails down the outside of Dawn’s legs. Time after time Dawn reached an organism before finally going limp.
Yvette removed the nipple clamps then released Dawn’s wrists from the eyebolt. Gently Daphne wrapped a towel around Dawn’s sweat-soaked, quivering body. Candi and Amber helped Dawn downstairs to bed. Amber started to remove the restraints from Dawn’s wrists and ankles. Dawn shook her head in a firm NO before falling into a fantasy inducing sound sleep.
Fruit and coffee was set out in the kitchen Monday morning. Dawn proudly displayed the deep, red rope marks on her wrists and ankles. Yvette inquired, “How did you those marks?”
“Daphne came back to my room before she went to bed. She stretched me out and tied me securely before she asked if everything felt OK. I may have been a wee bit overenthusiastic when I told her to make the ropes a lot tighter. She did, but only after she gagged me first. From that point on, there wasn’t anything I could say about it.” And with a starry eyed look in her eyes Dawn added, “Aren’t the marks just dreamy?”
Candi and Amber were more impressed with the breakfast. They had never partaken of such healthy nourishment in the morning. The box lunches Samantha prepared blew them away even more.
“Are meals included in the rent?” Yvette asked.
“The less money spent on restaurant food the more there is to put into equipment,” Daphne said. She pointed to a glass canister on the counter. “Deposit all of your cash there, now.”
Amber hesitated. Candi gripped her purse tightly to her bosom. Yvette emptied her wallet into the jar. Candi reluctantly did the same, then Amber. Daphne distributed five-dollar bills to each woman, including herself.
“Dawn, Peaches, have you been deprived by being budgeted to five-dollars a day?” Daphne asked.
Peaches spoke for both. “We usually return at night with the full amount.”
“Actually, we are the envy of our coworkers who would gladly pay a premium price for our lunches,” Dawn added.
Samantha grimaced. “You wouldn’t sell them would you?”
“No way,” Dawn said. “You’d know, then we’d never get any more.”
“Be warned girls.” Samantha scanned the group. “Dawn speaks the truth.”
As the women passed through the mudroom on their way to the cars Samantha blocked the door. “From tonight on all subs will remove their clothing here in the mudroom. Only spike heels will be allowed in the house.”
Yvette high fived Samantha then Daphne. A tear appeared on Amber’s cheek. “Gives you an incentive to get in shape, doesn’t it?” Yvette jeered.
Day by day each girl acclimated to the rules put forth. Even Amber adapted to eating with her hands tied behind her back. Instead of going to the Esquire for drinks Friday night, Daphne called a house meeting. She collected paychecks. No one hesitated to turn hers over. She reported on the finances before turning the gathering over to Samantha who presented a schedule of chores based on her observation of the women during the week.
Dawn - Maintain basement/attic. Floors moped daily to ensure sanitation after play.
Amber – Kitchen detail. All surfaces must sparkle. Assist Peaches with laundry.
Peaches – Clean every toilet. Assist Amber with laundry.
Candi – Living room, dining room, library dust free. Books alphabetical at all times.
Yvette – Maintain bondage equipment. Recommend new items for purchase.
Daphne – Finances.
Samantha – Food.
“I will determine if you subs perform to my standards. If not, discipline will be immediate,” Samantha said. She looked to Yvette. “The floor is yours.”
Yvette cleared her throat. She handed pink leather collars to Candi, Amber, Peaches and Dawn. “These are to be worn in the house at all times to show your willingness to please your three mistresses.” Immediately each submissive buckled hers on. The leather molded to their necks. This symbol of obedience felt right.
When Yvette was satisfied by each girl’s desire to wear her collar, she continued. “Daphne tells me the fund for house improvements will allow for the installation of stocks on each bed. Therefore, I have arranged for Charles, a professional carpenter who works in the scene, to build them. He will be here tomorrow morning. His payment will be part cash, part sexual services. After all, he needs to be assured each apparatus works properly.”
The subs shared apprehensive glances with one another. Yvette attached a leash to each of the collars on Amber and Peaches. She led them to the attic. Daphne fastened leashes to the collars of Dawn and Candi. She escorted them to the basement.
Yvette shackled Amber to a post beside Peaches. Samantha appeared by Yvette’s side. Yvette handed Samantha a whip then took one for herself. Excitement surged through Samantha’s body. For her first time swinging a whip Samantha instinctively knew what to do. The blows left marks down the back and legs of both submissives. For variety Samantha and Yvette alternated between Amber and Peaches increasing intensity with each changeover. When Samantha had satisfied her craving for discipline, she handed the whip to Yvette who continued to use two whips on Amber and Peaches.
In the basement Samantha found Dawn facing Candi, one tightly bound to the other at the legs and arms. Daphne was walking around the two laying her hand in sharply on each butt as she saw fit. After Daphne finished with Candi, Samantha started in while Daphne worked on Dawn. The moans that filled the basement excited Daphne. When Yvette entered the basement pulling Amber beside Peaches the three dominates walked off to the side for a discussion.
“With Charles scheduled for early tomorrow perhaps we should get some rest,” Yvette said. Disappointed but being realistic, Samantha and Daphne agreed.
Charles arrived just as breakfast was being set out. He tried to act nonchalant but the sweat on his upper lip betrayed him. Nude women prancing around in nothing but high heels excited him. And there was no doubt at all that watching Amber eat with her hands tied securely behind her back turned him on, also.
“Peaches, get under the table and service Charles,” Yvette said.
Peaches unzipped Charles pants. She pulled out his stiff member. As her tongue worked with her mouth, Charles groaned. Sperm spewed into her mouth minutes later. “Hands down, this is the most fabulous breakfast I’ve ever had,” Charles declared with a smile on his face.
“The sooner we get started, the sooner we finish,” Samantha said.
Yvette took Charles upstairs where he inspected the beds to have stocks added. The headboards and footboards on the twin beds were both tall enough to offer the option of double stocks to each end of the bed. Charles explained that double stocks have three segments that form the stocks and not just two. The bottom two sections are hinged together and complete the holes for holding the neck and wrists. The third segment is attached along the top and is hinged so when it closes it completes the pair of openings for the ankles. Hasps are placed at the ends opposite the hinges and they effectively lock the girl into the stocks. These double stocks would be the same at the head and foot of the bed. Thus a girl could be placed with her head at either end of the bed, and she could also be held in place by just her wrists and ankles at opposite ends. The additional feature of having her head and wrists locked in place and then pulling her ankles up next to her wrists could be utilized. This option of leaving the girl’s butt up prominently on display immediately appealed to Yvette, Daphne and Samantha. The vote for double stocks was immediate and unanimous.
“The best way to go with the four twin beds is to cut holes in the existing head and foot boards then saw them in half and put them back together with hinges and latches. The queens don’t have headboards or footboards, so they will need to be custom built,” Charles said.
“You have the necessary materials?” Yvette asked.
“Except for a model to fit the stocks to at appropriate times, I’m good to go.”
Peaches scrubbed the bathrooms with one ear to Charles’ progress. She finished the last toilet in the room she shared with Amber just as Charles asked for a model. Peaches jumped onto the bed. Charles secured her wrists in the headboard, her ankles in the footboard. He pushed a gag in the shape of a penis into her mouth before starting to modify the bed beside her.
Unable to resist Peaches’ availability, Charles took a break in his carpentry at odd intervals, to either pinch Peaches’ nipples or spank her pussy. When the second set of stocks had been completed Charles moved Peaches. He imprisoned her wrists in the lower holes, her ankles in the upper holes so she was doubled over, her ass proudly in the air. His cock found her pussy. He fucked her hard. Her moans and screams drove him to fuck rougher. A groan irrupted from deep in his throat. He pulled out, gathered his tools and walked to the adjoining room to work on the next set of twin beds.
With the experience gained from the first two sets of stocks, Charles completed the third set quickly. He attached a leash to Peaches’ collar to take her to the newly completed restraints. Charles stood Peaches facing the foot of the bed, swung the stocks open, pressed her neck into the center hold, her wrists into the holes on the left and right then swung the stocks closed before closing the hasp and locking her in place. With her butt readily available, Charles spanked her cheeks to a rosy red. Peaches raised her feet to twist and turn so Charles picked two belts off the floor, pulled her legs apart to secure her ankles to the corners of the bed.
Wanting to discipline Peaches for her inability to hold still, Charles had her lay on her back on the next bed he transformed. With her head towards the foot he locked her neck and wrists into place. After securing her ankles to the corners at the head of the bed, Charles pulled her ponytail down and tied it very tightly to the frame of the bed, which pulled Peaches’ head down and back so she was looking at the far wall. The strain on her neck was impressive. This position left her at the perfect height for Charles to put his cock deeply into Peaches mouth. Peaches was at his mercy as Charles started face fucking the helpless girl with a vengeance brought on by her earlier conduct and inability to stand still during the previous bed test. His cock was chocking her at the bottom of each stroke. The veins on her neck bulged. No matter how hard she tried, her only option was to gasp for breath as Charles drew back in preparation for the next aggressive thrust. Finally the onslaught ended with Peaches still struggling for air as she frantically worked to swallow his sperm deposit.
Never in his life had Charles experienced a woman so readily available to fulfill his desires. He walked with a swagger as he left her to recover. Still, her behavior had been unacceptable. Charles decided Peaches needed a firm reminder to behave better in the future. He promptly returned with a riding crop and after gagging Peaches once again, he proceeded to use the crop on her clit until Peaches finally collapsed, exhausted from the lightning bolts that had ravaged her pussy.
Yvette stood in the doorway watching. “How’s your project coming?”
“Everything is quite satisfactory at the moment.”
“I see what you mean.”
“Ready for the first queen, but we’re going to need another model. This one seems to be worn out.”
Since all three queen beds measured the same, Charles expertly marked out holes on three sets of stocks. Yvette assisted with installation. Her bed was the first queen bed to be upgraded. To obtain maximum use of the stocks, Charles moved Yvette’s bed away from the wall. Yvette called Amber upstairs. Amber stood naked and was a bit embarrassed in front of Charles.
“Bend over,” Yvette instructed.
With her ass available Yvette lubed a butt plug before firmly pressing the plug against Amber’s puckered asshole. Amber gasped as the plug slid part way in. Yvette didn’t wait for the spasms and pain in Amber’s stretched ass to subside. She immediately shoved the plug all the way in. Amber screamed as her ass muscles closed around the base of the plug. With the back hole full, Yvette slid a plug into Amber’s pussy.
“Okay, Charles, let’s secure Amber in the stocks before we set the plugs buzzing,” Yvette said.
Panting from the discomfort, Amber inched to the side of the bed. Charles put his hands under Amber’s arms, Yvette took hold of Amber’s ankles. Together they lifted Amber onto the mattress where she lay on her back with her neck and wrists in the holes of the headboard. Not wanting Amber’s plugs to escape, Yvette tied Amber’s ankles together then off to the center hold in the footboard. Charles secured Amber’s ponytail to an eyebolt in the frame he had installed for that exact purpose. He stuffed his throbbing cock in Amber’s mouth. Yvette twisted Amber’s hard nipples until Charles emptied his sperm down Amber’s throat.
Yvette handed Charles a gag in the shape of a penis which he placed in Amber’s mouth. With a twinkle in her eye, Yvette held up the remote control for the vibrators plugging Amber’s ass and pussy. Yvette pressed low. Amber’s body jerked involuntarily before letting the vibration ease through her torso.
“Enjoy,” Yvette said. “We’ll be back after installing Samantha’s stocks.”
To ensure Candi would be immediately available, Samantha tied her to a high back metal chair placed in the corner of her bedroom so Candi could watch the construction process. To keep her attention from wandering, Samantha strapped a leather band around Candi’s forehead then buckled it to the back of the chair. Charles set the handle of his metal hammer between Candi’s teeth.
“Hold this until I need it,” Charles chuckled.
“Do you want the headboard pulled away from the wall like mine?” Yvette asked.
Samantha studied the placement of the chair and table. “I think I’d like the bed in the center of the room to provide more options.”
“I hear you,” Charles said.
Daphne took a break from her bookkeeping to check on the construction progress.
“You’re just in time to help us move furniture,” Samantha said.
Each of the four took a corner, lifted the bed and set it down with room for a walk space around all four sides. Samantha helped Charles install the stocks while Daphne accompanied Yvette to check on Peaches and Amber.
Peaches had recovered a bit of her energy. Yvette straddled Peaches’ mouth until Yvette reached an orgasm. Daphne stepped up next to partake of Peaches’ talent. Satisfied, they visited Amber who was still vibrating. Yvette handed Daphne the controls.
“She’s on low now, see what happens when it’s bumped up to high,” Yvette said.
The higher vibration caused Amber to pump her groin. Daphne removed the gag. “You want to cum?”
“Yes, please mistress,” Amber said.
“Not yet, we’ll tell you when,” Daphne said replacing the gag.
Screams sounded from Samantha’s room. Daphne hurried behind Yvette to see what was going on.
After releasing Candi from the chair Charles and Samantha had walked her around to the head of the bed and put her wrists and neck in the holes of the stock. Samantha was swinging Charles’ belt into Candi’s butt. Between strikes, Charles struck Candi’s butt with the handle of his hammer. Daphne’s heart pounded in her chest, what an exhibition. Yvette gasped, she had never thought to use such a combination of implements for discipline.
Dawn ran through the house in search of the source of the squeals. When she reached Samantha’s room she froze. Candi’s requests for more betrayed her anguish. Dawn inched over beside Daphne. Daphne placed her hand on Dawn’s pussy. Wet. Dripping wet. “You naughty girl,” Daphne whispered to Dawn. “You can’t wait for your turn can you?”
The blush that covered Dawn’s cheeks provided the answer. “No Mistress.” She bowed her head.
Samantha let the belt hang at her side while Charles fucked Candi. When he withdrew his cock he let his sperm spew over Candi’s backside. Spontaneous clapping filled the electric air. Charles bowed. He zippered his pants, handed his tools to Dawn before grabbing her hand to lead her to Daphne’s room.
With Yvette, Daphne and Dawn helping, the installation of the final set of stocks was completed in record time. The four positioned the bed so that the head was angled away from an empty corner. Daphne held out three screw eyes. Could we install one in the ceiling over the bed and one halfway up each wall by the sides of the bed?
Charles had the two imbedded in walls before Dawn realized the possibilities. The installation in the ceiling took longer because Charles had difficulty finding a ceiling beam for the screw eye. While Charles worked, Daphne placed cuffs with quick release attachments on Dawn’s wrists. Charles stood back to see what would happen.
Daphne backed Dawn up against the headboard. Together Yvette and Daphne attached Dawn’s wrist cuffs tight enough to the screw eyes midway up the walls to arch Dawn backwards over the headboard, while also raising her up on her tiptoes. As they lifted her ankles up into the stocks, Dawn cried, “Please, no.”
Daphne slapped Dawn’s face so hard her head snapped back. “Shut up,” Daphne said.
“May I?” Charles asked.
“Of course,” Daphne said.
Charles took two lengths of heavy string from his tool kit. Masterfully he knotted the ends to each of Dawn’s hard nipples before running them up behind her neck. Charles pulled the strings tight. Dawn whimpered. Charles pulled the ends a little tighter before tying them together. Daphne ran her finger along the taut lines. Dawn began to moan with pleasure. Yvette disappeared only to quickly reappear with a pussy post from her personal toy inventory. The instrument consisted of a dildo mounted on a vertical post that was supported by a small platform on wheels. Yvette spread lube on the fake cock before extending the post, pushing the cock deeply into Dawn’s pussy. Dawn said, “Thank you Mistress,” as she tilted her head back as far as she could, increasing the pull on her nipples even more.
Daphne, Yvette and Charles watched Dawn pulse with pleasure. Samantha joined the group. She handed Charles his belt. “I’ll buy one on Monday,” Samantha said.
“No need.” Charles returned the belt. “Yours.” His respect for Samantha obvious in his voice.
“Charles, you’re free to use the belt any time you are here.”
“I would say this has been a very successful day,” Yvette said.
“Food, naked women, sex, can’t beat that combination,” Charles said.
“Speaking of food, would you join us for dinner, Charles?” Samantha asked.
“My pleasure.”
“I’ll need Peaches and Amber to set things out,” Samantha said.
Yvette accompanied Samantha to help release the two submissives. They struggled downstairs where Samantha fed them orange juice to replenish their energy. “How many are we setting the table for?” Amber asked.
“Eight,” Samantha said.
Delighted at having Charles stay for dinner, Amber quickly set the required places. Peaches moved the ham, potato salad and relish tray from the refrigerator to the table. As Amber poured wine in the goblets Samantha headed upstairs. “We’ll be ready to eat in five minutes,” she told Daphne and Charles before retreating to her room to release Candi.
Charles proceeded to withdraw the dildo post from Dawn’s pussy and move it back to line up with her asshole. Dawn’s eyes suddenly were wide open as the post was extended and the stiff intruder was pushed deeply into her ass. Charles moved forward and visited her temporarily empty pussy with his cock. Charles was so turned on by his cock feeling the additional stimulation of the dildo up Dawn’s ass while his eyes were simultaneously immersed in the vision of Dawn stretched so taught and helpless before him. With his final driving thrust he came inside Dawn’s quivering body.
Samantha’s voice summoned, “Come on everybody, it’s time for dinner.”
Watching the scene Daphne got an idea. After Charles pulled out, Daphne withdrew the dildo from Dawn’s ass and released her from the ropes holding her in place. Charles helped Dawn downstairs while Daphne carried the penis post. At Dawn’s place at the table Daphne replaced her chair with the post. Without being told, Dawn lowered her ass down onto the tip of the fake cock. Daphne did the honors and extended the post until Dawn was standing up as straight and tall as she possibly could. With vibrators still inserted, Yvette decided Amber should stand while eating. Yvette removed the chair on the opposite side of the table from Dawn.
When Samantha walked up to the table she looked from Yvette to Daphne. “What shall we do with the two unencumbered submissives?”
“I have a portable stock, actually most people call it a yoke, out in the truck,” Charles said.
“Get it,” Yvette said.
While Charles retrieved the yoke, Yvette found the serving tray she had brought with her for just such an opportunity. Daphne and Samantha put Peaches in the yoke. Yvette strapped the serving tray around Candi’s waist. Yvette had Candi hold the tray for a moment while connecting the neck chain to hold the tray up. Two more chairs were pulled away from the table.
“Candi, you will feed our three helpless damsels,” Samantha said.
“You can feed yourself, but only after they have been taken care of,” Daphne added.
Candi curtsied, “Yes, Ma’am.”
Yvette asked, “Do you think we should release the strings pulling on Dawn’s nipples?”
Daphne responded with, “Not a chance, look how she’s still keeping her head back to pull on them. Let her suffer, it’s good for her.”
Enthralled with the eating arrangements, Charles ran his hands over the backs and shoulders of each encumbered submissive. His heart pounded in his ears. His cock throbbed. Knowing he needed to maintain his energy, Charles took a seat before his heaping plate. Yvette, Daphne and Samantha were already eating when Charles finally took his first bite of potato salad.
The process of feeding Amber and Dawn was easy. Peaches, with her neck and wrists encased in the yoke, presented a problem for Cindi. Not wanting to drop any food on the nicely finished wood, Candi cut up a piece of ham and a pickle for Peaches. She nervously placed the food in Peaches’ mouth hoping nothing would drop out. Amber, Dawn and Peaches had been fed several servings before Samantha gave Candi permission to eat.
Charles wiped his lips with his napkin. Confident he had been accepted as an equal he asked, “What do the girls wear away from the house?”
“Short skirts with blouses or mini dresses,” Yvette said.
Daphne pointed to Amber. “Except for her. She usually wears pants with flat shoes.”
“She’s been making progress with her weight loss. Perhaps either Candi or Dawn have some things she can wear,” Yvette said. “After dinner let’s see what options are available.
Charles shook his head. “My buddies will never believe I spent an entire day in a house like this.”
“Invite them for Sunday brunch tomorrow,” Samantha said.
“I’m not sure I want to share this secret.”
Yvette smiled. “I never took you to be selfish.”
“Challenge accepted.” Charles opened his cell phone. No one answered the first number he called. When he reached the second, both guys were hanging out together eating pizza and watching TV. “You two got anything going tomorrow?” Charles asked. There was a moment of silence before the answer came back. “Good. How’d you like to have brunch in a Victorian house full of luscious females.” Charles signaled thumbs up. “Thought you might.”
Peaches cleared the table while Samantha and Daphne took Dawn, Amber and Cindi upstairs to review wardrobe options. Charles walked into the kitchen where Peaches was filling the dishwasher. “How’d you become part of this house?” Charles asked.
“I needed a place to live,” Peaches said. She wiped the counter. “You going up?”
“Sure,” Charles said.
When they entered Dawn and Cindi’s room Amber’s vibrators had been removed so she could more easily try on selected apparel. Bored with the fashion show, Charles fell asleep on Dawn’s bed. A pile of clothes stood by the closet before a dress, blouse and mini skirt were found to fit Amber. Delighted with Amber’s new look, Candi set her down at the vanity, unwound the bun at the base of her neck and brushed out the long brunette waves. Dawn helped Cindi apply eye shadow along with mascara. A touch of bright red lipstick changed Amber into a sexy vision.
Everyone was so excited by Amber’s transformation they didn’t notice that Charles had fallen asleep. Yvette turned to ask Charles what he thought of Amber’s metamorphosis. She put her finger over her lips to indicate quiet. When they caught sight of Charles sound asleep they tiptoed out of the room.
“Are his buddies coming tomorrow?” Daphne asked.
“He said they were when I was in the kitchen,” Peaches said.
“Then we better get some rest. Who knows what to expect tomorrow,” Samantha said.
“Can I sleep with you, Daphne?” Dawn asked.
“Only if you’re prepared to be put in the stocks for the night.”
“That would be wonderful, Mistress.”
“It will be tighter than this afternoon.”
“Yes, of course Mistress.”
The house became quiet as the exhausted women fell into a sound sleep.
Samantha roused the slumbering beauties to prepare for brunch. Charles confirmed with his buddies they would actually arrive by noon then provided detailed directions to the house. “Larry, be sure to bring your leather harness. And tell Tom he’ll have models available for his metal belt,” Charles said.
At eleven-thirty a red pickup truck stopped in the drive at the front of the house. Two males dressed in jeans laughed as they walked up the sidewalk. Amber, nude but with fresh makeup, positioned herself at the door. Charles stood off to the side to get a clear view of the reaction he was sure would come.
Dong, dong, the doorbell sounded. Amber opened the leaded glass door. Standing side-by-side, Tom and Larry stared at Amber. Their mouths dropped open. “Aah, is Charles here?” Larry stammered.
Charles stepped out of the shadows. “You bring your goods?”
“In the truck,” Tom said.
“Well, What are you waiting on? Get the harness and the belt.”
Amber stood beside Charles in the doorway while Tom ran behind Larry to the truck. They returned quickly. Larry held what looked like a bunch of leather straps in his hand. Tom carried a shiny silver band with locks.
“Come on in, I’ll introduce you around,” Charles said.
Amber closed the door. Larry grabbed Charles by the arm to stop his progress. “Why didn’t you tell us what to expect?”
“Would you have believed me?”
Larry shook his head, “No.”
Amber took the harness and belt out of their hands. “If you will please come this way,” she said
Charles took Amber’s arm. Tom and Larry followed close behind.
In the dining room a nude Candi was setting out ten place settings. Peaches, nude, entered from the kitchen carrying a tray of glasses filled with champagne. As Peaches approached Tom and Larry they grinned. “You dog,” Larry said to Charles.
Tom accepted a glass of champagne, as did Charles and Larry. Dawn, nude, entered the dining room just as Larry was about to take a sip. He held his glass in mid air. “How many are there, Charles?”
Yvette walked up behind the men. “Seven,” she said.
Samantha carried a warming tray of scrambled eggs to the sideboard. Daphne followed with a warming tray of hash browns. A plate of bagels along with a variety of jellies had already been set on the table.
Samantha looked to Charles. “These must be our guests.”
“I think they need to sit down before they fall down from shock,” Charles said.
Peaches and Amber guided Larry to the right side of the table where they stood behind seats on either side of him. Candi and Dawn escorted Tom to the left side of the table seating him in the center chair before standing in place on either side of him. Daphne sat at Yvette’s end of the table, Charles at Samantha’s end.
Peaches placed a napkin in Larry’s lap that covered the bulge in his plants. Amber poured him a cup of coffee. On the opposite side of the table, Candi placed a napkin in Tom’s lap. Dawn poured him a cup of coffee.
Samantha nodded. “Take care of our guests.”
Immediately Cindi and Amber filled two plates with food. Peaches and Dawn slid under the table, unzipped two pairs of pants to expose stiff cocks. As plates were placed before the two men, their cocks were sucked. Samantha, Daphne, Yvette and Charles smiled knowingly as Tom and Larry moaned with pleasure before writhing in orgasm.
When Dawn and Peaches came out from under the table, Samantha gave permission for the submissives to fill their plates and eat. As Larry regained his composure he asked, “Do these fabulous women have names?”
Charles stood up. Starting with Samantha to his left he introduced each female.
“So, what are these things you brought?” Yvette asked.
Charles waited for his friends to answer. When neither did he said, “This is the first time either Tom or Larry has been in a real B&D situation. They read magazines, watch videos and dream. Larry is an expert leather craftsman. He brought a harness he fashioned. Tom does wonders with metal. The belt he brought is his own design.”
Yvette looked from Tom to Larry. “Would you like to try your creations on our girls?”
“Now?” Tom asked.
“Today?” Larry stammered.
“Stop embarrassing me guys.” Charles pounded his fist on the table. “Of course they mean now.”
Samantha took charge of the situation. “Perhaps we should provide our guests time to get used to their new environment.” She looked to Yvette. “Why don’t you and Daphne take Tom and Larry on a tour of the house. The rest of us will clean up here then join you in the attic.”
Relieved looks spread over the faces of Tom and Larry. Charles smiled. “You have a way of getting out of awkward situations, Samantha. Since I haven’t seen all of the house myself, I’ll join the tour.”
“Of course,” Samantha said.
In the kitchen the girls chitchatted about the new boys. When Samantha heard Peaches say, “They’re so cute,” Samantha summoned the girls to her side. “The boys are new at this.”
Dawn giggled.
“Well, newer than we are. Therefore, you will each be on your best behavior.”
“What should we do Mistress?” Candi asked.
“Smile but don’t overtly flash your pussy,” Samantha said. “Now let’s finish here so we can go upstairs.”
Yvette and Daphne showed the guys the basement first. Charles stepped into the center. “You have plans for this space?”
“Nothing definite,” Yvette said.
“When you’re ready I could build a cross for bondage.” Charles studied the support beams. “A timber between these with a winch and you’d have suspension.” He walked to a vacant corner. “Plenty of room here for a horse.”
“Slow down, Charles,” Daphne said. “While your ideas sound fabulous they cost money.”
“Sex and food will get you anything you want.” Charles winked.
Embarrassed, Tom and Larry started to fidget.
“You guys probably don’t care about the first floor so we’ll go straight to the bedrooms,” Yvette said.
To prepare for their guests, all the beds were made to show off the stocks. Each room was clear of clutter and ready for action. In Dawn and Candi’s room, Larry started to drape his harness over the mannequin. Charles stopped him. “Are you crazy man, we’ve got live models who are eager to try out your design.” Charles looked to Yvette. “Let’s see the attic.”
Tom ran to the opposite side of the room. Excited, he placed his metal belt against the long partition. “I saw a picture in a magazine of a woman secured to a wall with metal bands. This would be perfect. Actually, I think there’d be room to strap three women here.”
“Yes, very artistic,” Yvette said.
“Payment in sex and food?” Daphne asked.
Footsteps sounded up the stairs. Dawn bounded into the attic first followed by Peaches, Candi, Amber and Samantha. Tom pulled Amber from the group. He draped his black leather straps over her naked body. By buckling the band around her waist, pulling a strap through her crotch then tightening straps above and below Amber’s breasts a harness took shape. With the shoulder straps crisscrossed between her breasts and cinched to the waist belt Amber was encased in a mobile cage.
Proud to have been selected Tom’s model, Amber passed from person to person letting them feel the leather against her skin. The more Amber was touched the firmer her nipples became. By the time everyone had felt her harnessed body the belt between her legs was wet. Tom released the buckle, bent Amber over and fucked her from the back.
Larry locked his belt around Cindi’s waist. He pushed her against the wall where he held her arms over her head with his hands and shoved his erect penis into her pussy. When Larry pulled out he immediately started kissing Cindi’s aroused nipples. “You’re awesome,” he said when he finished.
“I’d say you boys approve of our house,” Samantha said.
“There’s no limit to the equipment we could make for you,” Charles said as both Tom and Larry nodded in agreement.
“Payment in sex and food?” Daphne asked for a second time.
“Absolutely,” the boys said as if speaking in one voice.
Tom took measurements for four custom harnesses. In less than twenty-four hours he had gone from dreaming about sexy women to experiencing sexy women. What a trip. He would fashion harnesses they would be proud to wear.
Larry drew sketches of the way he proposed to secure metal bands to the wall. After taking measurements for each girl, he then gauged the amount of metal he would need for the wall and to fabricate seven belts. Yvette, Daphne and Samantha requested the belts for Cindi, Peaches, Dawn and Amber have rings on the back and each side for restraint. The idea of his fantasies actually being played out in real life left Larry weak in the knees.
The guys did repeated measurements, verifying things like the style of the cuffs and confirming the color of the leather. Everything they could think of to delay their departure. “Everybody’s got to go to work in the morning,” Charles finally said.
“Can we keep the harness and belt to experiment with?” Yvette asked.
“Sure,” Larry said. Tom agreed.
Tom took Candi and Dawn by the hand. They walked to the front porch. Larry, with Peaches and Amber in hand followed. One after the other the girls French kissed the boys. Yvette and Daphne passionately kissed Charles. At the truck, Samantha gave hugs all around. “Thanks for coming. We look forward to seeing all of you again soon,” she said.
The seven females stood in a line waving as their new male friends drove away. Time after time the guys looked back to reassure themselves they had not been dreaming.
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