Some Call It Play

SOME CALL IT PLAY

By: Charles E. Campbell

CHAPTER 6

   THE APPLE NEVER FALLS FAR FROM THE TREE

   Everything was falling nicely into place, with the collaring ceremony a scant two weeks away. There really was nothing left that would require My attention until the actual day arrived. My slave had a completely different affect to her now. Ever since the day we spent in Massachusetts, there was a small, but very perceptible difference in her manner. she also seemed to carry herself differently as well. Little things, to be sure, but all still quite noticeable, at least to Me. And that’s really what mattered after all!

   diana no longer had any qualms with taking the trash out to the curb naked. Sometimes she wouldn’t even wait for the cover of nightfall to carry out the chore. she no longer balked when the door bell rang. Before, she would sneak up to the door, open it a crack, and peek around it, hiding her nudity from the person on the other side. Now, she would open it completely, as wide as it would go, and confront the caller head on. Almost defiant in her insolent nakedness. she had developed an intense pride in her status and didn’t seem to care who knew what her actual place was.

   Jacqueline, our daughter, called on the Wednesday two weeks before the ceremony was scheduled. She is a post graduate student at a northeastern university. Jackie said that she was leaving for her graduate internship in Illinois on Sunday, and she wanted to swing by and spend a few days with us before she headed out there. Her longtime boyfriend, Mark, would be coming in from Philadelphia on Saturday, and they would then both leave together for Illinois.

   This would be the first time that Jackie had stayed with us since we entered into our D/s lifestyle about fourteen months before. We had, of course, discussed how we would handle this situation, knowing it would have to arise sooner or later. We had discussed it many times, in fact, and we decided, mutually, that there would have to be a complete suspension of everything. No use of the words salve, or Master, or Sir. No nudity for diana. Northing that could possible indicate what we were engaged in. The only exception would be diana’s piercings., They were to remain in place. But if she wore long skirts and loose fitting clothing, neither the piercings or the brand could be seen anyway, so we knew they wouldn’t pose a problem to our privacy.

   In short, we really weren’t at all worried about having our secret outed to Jacqueline. We were totally confident that, as adults, we could suspend our activities for a few days and no one would be the wiser. We had also agreed that we wouldn’t push the issue either. No subtle hints that only we could understand. No discreet flashing. Nothing along those lines. A very straight vanilla time as long as Jackie was home with us.

   Jacqueline arrived Thursday about 4:00 in the afternoon. We spent about an hour and a half getting caught up before I started making dinner on the barbeque. The perfect excuse for a mother and her daughter to share some time together alone while I was outside. I grilled up some salmon and veggies and made a tossed salad in a large bowl.

   We ate outside on the patio, and it was there that Jacqueline told us that she and Mark had been talking about getting married. Both diana and I were very happy, as Mark is a great guy. He treats Jackie with the utmost respect. He is hard working and dedicated to her. Jacqueline said that they hadn’t gotten to the stage of discussing a date or even a time frame, but that Mark would, in all probability want to talk with us both about it since he would be here Saturday.

   I let the women stay on the patio and sip their wine while I cleaned up. When I was finished, we enjoyed a fresh fruit salad and coffee. We chatted a bit, and then Jackie said, “ Mom,......Dad,.........there’s something I need to talk with you both about.”

   “Of course, Jacqueline,” diana said. “What is it?”

   “Well,.......I’m...........I’m not sure where to begin.”

   “What’s it about, Jack,” I asked, using my pet name for her. A nervous with a foreboding feeling in my stomach.

   “It’s.....it’s about Mark and me,” she replied, her head lowered, avoiding eye contact.

    “What’s the matter,” diana jumped in? “Is one of you sick?”

   “No,.....no. It’s nothing like that. Really, We’re both fine. Both of us are fine.”

    She fell silent for a moment, gathering her thoughts, and neither diana nor I said anything, preferring rather to wait for her to get it together and tell us what she had to say.

   “Mark and I have a very good relationship,” she began softly. “Really, we do. We love each other very much. And we are very happy together. We work well together too. We work through our petty differences and little fights or arguments. We listen to each other. We trust each other, we respect each other......................”

   She paused again. “All of those things are very important, honey,” diana offered. “They help us to build strong bonds and a firm relationship between two people.”

   “Yes, I know, Mom. It’s.....it’s just that..........it’s just that we do things that normal people don’t do,” she finally blurted out. “We do things you find in porno movies and magazines.”

   We were all silent again. Jacqueline from embarrassment, diana and I not from shock or disbelief, but because we were both thinking the same thing. Had we been found out?

   When neither of us spoke, Jackie started explaining. “Mark likes for me to tie him up sometimes. He likes to be submissive to me, and have me make him do things. He likes for me to punish him when he does something wrong. He likes it when I embarrass him, or make him do things in public for others to see.”

   “And what about you, Jack,” I asked. “How does it make you feel to do the things he asks? Do you like to do them?”

   “Yes. Yes,....I do. I like it very much. I like it so much in fact, that we almost never have regular sex at all anymore. It’s always a bondage thing, or a pain thing incorporated into it somehow.”

   “There’s nothing wrong with two people expressing themselves together how they see fit, Jackie,” diana said calmly. “ What two people do together in their lives is up to them. No one is in a position to judge. Who is in a position to decide what is normal and what isn’t? Just because something isn’t considered common, or isn’t typically portrayed on family television doesn’t mean that’s it’s wrong. Just different, maybe less common. That’s all. If you both enjoy these activities, then they are what’s normal for the two of you.”

   “Many people engage in activities together that aren’t ‘the norm,’ I interjected. “You’d be surprised to know what sorts of things ‘normal’ people do in the privacy of their bedrooms. Out of fear, or ignorance people are labeled as deviants. But what is a deviant? It’s just the noun form of the word deviate, which means to change course, or go in a different direction. There is no implication in the word as to whether or not it ‘good’ or ‘bad’. No judgement is implied in the word at all.

   “I’ve seen you with Mark, honey. He worships you. His feelings for you are quite apparent. If you both wish engage in a lifestyle that is consensual and mutual, then embrace it. Enjoy it. Explore it. It may just be a passing interest on your part, in which case you’ll both abandon it. It also may be something that you both adhere to for many years. And keep in mind  that there are many people who do the same things. It’s just that a great deal of them just choose to keep it private.”

    diana and Jackie were sitting together on the chaise lounge, diana had her arms around our daughter. A few minutes had passed with all three of us reflecting on the moment, when suddenly, diana  stood up, and stood with her back to Me, facing Jackie, and said, “It’s time I share something with you, Jacqueline.” Slowly, My slave began to unbutton her blouse. Jackie just watched as the soft material hung open, exposing the insides of diana’s breasts. Then she unbuttoned her long billowy skirt, and let it fall to the ground. As Jackie looked on, diana slid the blouse off her shoulders and stood naked before her daughter’s eyes, showing off her pierced nipples and pussy and the brand I had burned into her leg.

    I had never in My life felt more pride than I did at that moment. Jackie’s eyes took it all in as they scanned her mother’s naked flesh, stopping frequently at the jewelry and the deep brand. Leaning forward, she reached her hand out to the burn scar and asked, “May I?”

   “Yes, you may,” I replied.

   Jacqueline’s fingers probed the deep scar, feeling the texture of My brand. Satisfied, she caressed the inside of diana’s thigh high near the cleft, probably noticing the moisture that was already building up and  leaking. Jackie laid back against the chaise. “Who did this?” she asked, not taking her eyes from the brand.

   “I did,” I said, standing up next to My slave. “I marked her as My property. There is a matching brand that I burned into the St. Andrew’s Cross that I often fasten her to.”

   “You have a St. Andrew’s,” she asked, looking at me in disbelief?

   “Yes I do. I built it Myself. It is the prize of our dungeon,” I proclaimed.

   “You have a dungeon?” she stammered, overwhelmed by the thought.

   “Yes. Would you like to see it?”

   “I certainly would!”

   “slave, Prepare yourself for Me in the dungeon!”

   We watched as diana bowed her head and answered, “Yes Master.” Our eyes followed My slave’s departure, then Jackie sat back and said, “Dad, I have to ask you, how long have you and Mom been playing?”

   “To be frank, Jackie, I detest the word ‘play’ as a euphemism for D/s or Bdsm. What we engage in is anything but play. It is very serious, very real, and a very important, even crucial aspect of our relationship.” The tone of My voice was a bit too harsh preaching and stern I realized too late.

   “Sorry,” she offered contritely, “I didn’t mean to offend.”

   “No offense taken. It’s a pet peeve of Mine I’m afraid.

   “Your mother and I started exploring this before you were born actually. Light stuff for a long time, bondage, spankings, that sort of thing. We allowed it to fall by the wayside when you and your brother came along. We’d experiment when we were away on a trip without you two, but we basically left it alone until about a year or so ago. Now it is at the central core of the two of us. We are basically in a 24/7 D/s relationship. We’re still exploring. Growing. Learning. A journey for us to be sure, but one we are committed to take.”

   “I’m excited to see Your dungeon,” she said, enthusiastically.

    “ I designed it and did most of the work Myself,” I said proudly. I built most of the implements in it as well.” I told her of the planning and the construction of the dungeon as well as some of the more impressive pieces of apparatus that it housed. “My slave should be ready for us,” I said. “Shall we?”

   “Yes,” My daughter answered, taking My arm as I headed for the basement stairs.

    The dungeon door was closed when we arrived, so I let Jackie push it open so she could get the feeling of the whole space all at once, beginning with the sizeable weight of the door. As she opened the door, soft light from the sconces and candles illuminated the features of Jacqueline’s face as her eyes flew around the scene before her. The whips and floggers displayed on the wall, the stocks, and winches, the rack, and the St. Andrew’s cross, before which knelt her mother, My slave, naked, her arms held high above her head, her knees spread wide apart, and her head bowed down, waiting. Thick black leather cuffs were locked on both wrists and ankles. The perfect picture of total servitude.

   Jackie entered the chamber, her eyes trying to see everything at once. Initially, she paid no attention at all to her mother at all, the dungeon being her main interest, but after a few moments, she approached the naked submissive  and slowly walked around her, drinking in the sight.

   I had taken a seat by the wall to watch my daughter and had said nothing. Jackie looked over at me, and I said, “Use whatever you wish, Jackie. There are lots of restraints in that chest under the table, if you wish. Anything you want.”

   “Thank You. I think I want to see her hanging from that spreader bar on the winch.”

   “Of course. That’s always a good way to administer a whipping.”

   “I would like to stretch her, though. Can we fasten her feet to the floor first?”

   “Certainly,” I answered, standing up and walking to the chest. I opened it and removed a spreader bar. Handing it to Jackie, I said, put this on her ankles. Make it as wide as it will go.”

   “Okay.

   “Stand up, slave,” she ordered, more than a little authority in her tone.

    diana stood, her arms at her sides, her head still lowered. Jacqueline knelt at her feet and attached the spreader bar to the ankle cuffs. She slapped the inside of diana’s thighs a few times to get her to spread them apart. I watched as she locked the bar to the eyebolt imbedded in the floor. I handed her another spreader bar, and let her attached diana’s wrists to it. While  she did that, I lowered the cable on the winch and waited until she locked that bar to the hook on the end of the cable.

    “Let’s put this on her,” I suggested, handing Jackie a black leather bondage hood. “This will make it impossible for her to know who is doing what to her, and it will also silence her, so we won’t have to endure her screaming, if we wish to elicit screams from her.

    “Use these tie backs and give her a high pont tail, I’ll find a suitable gag.”

    Jackie tied diana’s hair up in a pony tail so it would stick out from the top of the hood. I found a three inch penis gag that would snap inside the hood, making it fast in one place, not able to slip or be expelled under the hood.

   Snapping the penis gag into the hood, I held it in front of My slave. In total compliance, she looked at Jackie and I open last time, then, resigned, she opened her mouth to accept the thick latex phallus. I held the hood in place while Jackie laced it in back of diana’s head, making certain the pont tail stuck up from the top. We pulled the buckles over her eyes tight, as well as the one across her mouth and the one that encircled her neck. No light could get in, and almost no sound could ger out. Two small holes at her nostrils were all that connected her to the outside world.

   “Let Me show you how this works, Jack,” I said. Jackie came over to where the controls are for the winch. “Push the toggle switch up to raise the cable, down to lower it, and leave it in the middle to lock it in place. Okay?”

   “Yup. I got it.” Jackie threw the switch and watched as the cable slowly went from loose to taut, stretching her mother’s naked frame mercilessly tight. When her feet were off the cold floor, diana started to moan. Jackie shut off the motor and went to inspect just how taut her mother had been stretched. She felt her shoulders, under her arms, her groin, and then pushed her a bit to see if she was drawn tightly enough.

   “A little tighter, I think. I wouldn’t want her to be able to dodge any blows I deliver.”

   “Whatever you think best,” I commented, from my chair.

   Jacqueline turned the winch on again for a few seconds.  diana was in agony now. I had never stretched her this tight Myself, so she was entering new territory.

   She locked the winch in place and then went to the chest. She removed six substantial alligator clips. Kneeling down in front of My slave, she tugged on diana’s lower lips, and decided where the clips should go. diana jerked reflexively each time the sharp teeth bit into the tender flesh. All six in place, her outer labia were clearly prominent now, but not prominent enough for Jackie. Back at the chest she located six one pound spiked balls. She hooked one on each clamp, pulling the lips much lower now. The sharp spikes swinging menacingly each time diana moved, pricking the soft skin of her inner thighs.

   “Any suggestions on what to use first?” she asked Me.

   I selected the buggy whip from the wall display. “Ever tried one of these before?”

   “No, I haven’t. What is it?”

   It’s a buggy whip. It’s one of My favorites. I really enjoy using it on her. It can be as gentle or as harsh as you wish, and it can go from one extreme to the other with but a fraction of an inch change on your part. It’s particularly effect when the skin is tight like her’s is now.

   “Let Me demonstrate for you.”

   Judging My distance, I stood squarely facing diana and began flicking the buggy whip back and  forth, feeling it’s suppleness. Ever so gradually, I made the tip of the whip advance until it made the lightest possible contact with her belly, just below the navel. By the instant tenseness in her body, I knew she was aware of what was going to happen. Even bound as tightly as she was, she would fight this because diana finds the buggy whip the most difficult implement I own.

   Jackie watched as the tip of the whip flicked back and forth, almost a blur, between the belly button and pubic mound. No marks were apparent, but the skin was gradually turning  an ever so light pink hue. I continued without variation until the skin was uniformly pink before moving the whip forward every now and then. Each time I moved it closer to diana, a wicked red stripe would seem to burst out of her skin, and she would strain in her bonds, trying in vain to elude the wicked kiss of the whip.

   I moved the whip higher, the relentless swishing continuing as it rose, the breasts My new target. No warm up here, just a steady rhythm of the whip, closer to the soft skin, marks appearing crisscrossed fashion on the taut globes, not a subtle pink, but rather deep red lines, raised and painful. Jackie watched, transfixed, as My slave endured the stinging kisses.

   When I stopped, the flickering candles seemed to reflect in the sheen of sweat which covered diana’s body. I removed My shirt as it was warm in the dungeon, and then I handed the whip to Jackie, not saying a word. I could see the fear in her eyes at the idea of whipping her own mother. Taking her hand, I guided it between diana’s splayed legs. Instantly, Jackie felt the considerable wetness. Recognition replaced the fear on her face. Her mother, My slave, was getting off on this.

   Jackie pulled her sweat shirt over her head, and stepped out of her tight blue jeans, so she was dressed only in a push up demi-bra and thong underwear. She wiped her hand on the front of diana’s thigh and took a position behind the naked slave. The buttocks and backs of the thighs were obviously not going to get out of this unscathed. I watched her motion with the buggy whip for a few seconds and could see she had the technique, so it would just be a matter of practice for her to master getting the whip to do her bidding.  I started playing with diana’s swollen clit, knowing what the combination of the whip and My ministrations would do. I was really amazed at how wet she had become. I decided I would make her cum three or four times, and then I would do something I had never tried with My slave. I was going to fist her cunt and bury My hand deeply inside of her.

   diana was really on the brink, a few seconds of rubbing her and she was writhing in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Jackie paid it no mind, the buggy whip flicking more rapidly and harder as the waves of release tore through My slave. I stopped rubbing, but Jackie kept at it. Patiently I waited a few minutes before rubbing her clit again. her response was immediate, trying in vain to pull away from My hand. Multiple orgasms for diana increase in intensity almost exponentially.  Jackie was now adding very hard slashes in between the light ones, the kind that raise instant angry looking welts. I heard diana scream through her penis gag as she came again, her body shaking, and the juices leaking from her cunt flowing. Jackie saw what was happening and lashed diana’s ass with powerful strokes that would most certainly draw blood.

   The steady rhythmic swishes from the whip continued, unabated, as diana hung limp, totally spent. Jackie began to walk around her mother, the whip still making skin contact, the tender, already striped breasts her new object of attention.  Diana came alive as the sensation of more fiery lashes on her chest brought her back to the here and now.

   I brought My right hand up to the gaping pussy and started pushing the extended fingers into the hole. Diana must have sensed what was about to come, because she fought hard to relax her muscles and accept the invasion. In seconds My hand was coated in wetness, and I was able to get my fingers and thumb inside her to the knuckles before meeting stiff resistance. I could feel diana trying to push down on My hand to help get it inside of her. It was at that instant that I opted for brutality rather than gentleness in fisting her. I started slamming My hand up into her box, and yanking it all the way out. In, out. In, out. Hard thrusts, almost like a boxer’s upper cut. I balled My hand into a fist, making it as big around as possible, not long and thin.

   diana was out of control now, trying to tear herself from her bonds. Jackie kept up the attack on diana’s breasts, bloody welts slicing into the tortured skin, but diana seemed to be fixating solely on accepting My fist as I battered her hole.  Suddenly, My hand was entombed in her, buried to the wrist. I stopped My onslaught and Jackie ceased her flogging. diana just hung from her wrists, shaking, drool seeping out from underneath the hood. Her breasts were covered in cuts and welts. I was sure that most of the marks would still be viable at the collaring ceremony. (It turned out that more than a few of the marks were permanent. They became an everb present reminder to diana of her daughter’s marking her.)

   I eased My hand from her sex and held her as Jackie lowered the winch and undid the bonds. Leaving the hood in place, I carried diana up to our bedroom and laid her in our big soft bed. Jackie administered to the most severe cuts on her mother’s breasts, cleaning them and putting an antiseptic salve on them. I nodded to Jackie to leave the room, and then I removed the bondage hood from diana’s head. I held her tightly and then took her in the ass, not wanting that hole to feel slighted by the lack of attention I had paid to it in the dungeon. After spilling Mys eed in her, I let her clean Me off with her mouth, then I put her to bed and went downstairs to close up the dungeon.

   Jackie went with Me and we talked about the relationship I had with her mother, and how she thought she would probably be developing a similar relationship with Mark.  She said she felt much better about her and Mark now that she knew about us, but that she wasn’t going to share this information with Mark. At least not for a long time. It would remain a secret between the three of us. Although Jackie admitted that she would like to do it again sometime, and maybe trying a single tail whip rather than the buggy whip.