Chapter Eight
The rest of the week passed quietly for the two men. Gage happily picked up the
slack around the house because of Deacon's extra bondage. He'd never been much
of a cook, but with Deacon's silent help, he managed to learn a few things as
the time went by. Deacon used his shoulders, chin and eyes to point out what
Gage could and couldn't use when cooking and soon the men found themselves
growing even closer.
Elaina used her time wisely, digging deeper and deeper into Gage's alibi as the
days passed. She'd spent the evening after they had spoken in her office
writing out a plan that would hopefully overturn the conviction. It would take
quite a bit, but she had a large amount of hope in her heart that it would work.
The first step, however, was to move the two men from the city to her vast home
in the country. This was easy to accomplish, even with Deacon's punishment
bondage, and it was with a pleased smile the next Thursday that Elaina announced
at dinner that they'd be moving over the weekend.
The three of them were seated around the dinner table, well Elaina was seated;
Deacon and Gage were kneeling to either side of her being fed off her plate when
she made the announcement. "I've decided that we shall spend the rest of the
summer in the country." She stated simply and Deacon's eyes and smile let Gage
know this was indeed a good thing as the two locked gazes across her lap.
"Really Mistress?" Deacon was the first to speak.
Elaina turned to him and stroked his cheek affectionately. "Really Deacon." She
said lovingly. "I've spoken with Joselyn and anything that might be upcoming
she can handle for the next couple of months. The contracts are all in place
and there's no new business worries until sometime in October." She added
stroking her long fingers threw his hair.
Deacon leaned into the touch and smiled across her lap toward Gage. "The
Mistress' estate is beautiful." He said softly, his eyes going distant with
pleasant memories. "You'll like it there."
Gage only smiled as best he could. He felt unsure about leaving the city, and
his parents behind, but at the same time a sense of excitement at something new
and different.
"Gage, you will help Deacon prepare tomorrow and we'll leave bright and early on
Saturday." She said, turning toward him in the chair and reaching out to touch
the strong plane of his own cheek.
Gage nodded his head against her hand and smiled up into her eyes. A thought
occurred to him then and his smile widened even more. ~At least out in public
she'd have to let him free of the chains...~ his mind said. ~And then he might
have a chance to touch himself and ease up but some of the sexual pressure he'd
been feeling...~
Friday was spent packing up what few belongings they'd need to take with them to
the country. Gage didn't know it, and didn't have a chance to ask, but the
estate to which they were traveling already had everything they would need. The
few things they did pack up were some of Elaina's favorite outfits, a few
dresses, and a few of Deacon's favorite "play toys".
Once they finished, they spent the rest of the day preparing the house for an
extended absence. They cleaned out the fridge, locked up the windows and doors,
made sure the curtains were tightly closed, and stripped all the linens to be
put away.
They did such a good job that Elaina decided a reward was in order. She ordered
Chinese for herself and pizza for both Deacon and Gage. She even granted them
the chance to eat on their own and released their hands. She pulled out one of
her favorite movies, a comedy by the name of "Beverly Hills Cop", and the three
of them spent a relaxing evening on the couch.
Deacon curled up, his head in her lap to watch the film, while Gage sat next to
the both of them. She had re-cuffed their hands, this time in front of each
man, and allowed them some limited freedom for the first time in weeks. For
just a brief moment Gage thought to touch himself, then dismissed the thought.
With Elaina sitting right next to him he knew there was no way she wouldn't
catch him and he feared she'd put him in the same position as she had Deacon in
the week before.
She casually stroked Deacon's head in her lap, then about fifteen minutes into
the film, reached over and intertwined her fingers with Gage's. Giving him a
happy, pleased smile, she remained that way through the entire movie. Despite
the cuffs on his wrists and ankles, the presence of Deacon, and the fact that he
was a convicted felon on the run from the cops, for the first time in awhile
Gage Weston actually felt like a normal man.
Saturday morning dawned bright and early for the two men. After the pleasant
evening, she'd allowed them both to remain somewhat free of bondage and Gage had
found himself happy with that. She'd chained his hands to his waist before
putting him down on the floor, tied his legs as she usually did, and gagged him
with a much smaller ball than usual. He smiled gratefully at her as she moved
out of his sight, and then groaned softly as he heard them begin to make love.
During Deacon's week of punishment, they hadn't done much more than sleep, and
tonight he was trying to make up to her for his indiscriminate touching. The
voyeur in Gage wanted to sit up and watch, but he wasn't quite that comfortable
with the both of them yet to do so. So he settled for using his imagination.
Which only served to bring him yet another raging erection. Struggling over
onto his back, he groped at himself in the darkness, but the lock on his cuffs
made sure he couldn't quite reach it. The tips of his fingers brushed his cock
and for a moment it was almost enough, but the sensation faded quickly, leaving
Gage as sexually frustrated as he'd ever been in his life. He was so close and
still helpless.
He moaned softly in the darkness, rolling onto his stomach in an effort to ease
himself against the floor. But with his legs tied tightly and his hands at his
waist, he couldn't squirm enough or get enough leverage to grind himself against
the plush carpet of her bedroom.
Finally, in the wee hours, he gave up and flopped dejectedly onto his side. He
could only hope she'd do something, anything, soon to help him over the edge,
otherwise he was sure he'd go absolutely crazy.
She woke both men as the sun was lightening the eastern sky and began to prepare
them for travel without a word. The bags had already been packed in her car and
it was simply a matter of binding her two slaves for travel and they'd hit the
road.
Deacon was first. He still had one more day of punishment to endure, despite
her allowing him some freedom the evening before, so she strapped the large
penis gag in his mouth, put on the arm binder and added the shorts without
saying a word.
Deacon didn't complain, having learned long ago that such things only added to
his punishments. He merely accepted her ministrations, grateful that he'd at
least been allowed to please her the night before. He himself hadn't gained
release, but he was quite used to that. So he knelt at her feet, willingly
accepted the overly large penis in his mouth and moving his arms behind him
without question.
She added a final piece, a blindfold, strapping it to the inside of the head
harness before moving to Gage. Again Deacon didn't complain, didn't try to move
away, merely sank into the darkness of the blindfold happily. It was so nice
not to have to worry over anything, even something as simple as being able to
see, that he was happy to let her control every bit of his surroundings.
Gage on the other hand baulked when he saw her drop the blindfold over his eyes.
He struggled and strained against the cuffs she had yet to remove and grunted
incoherent words from behind the gag. His eyes pleaded with her as she came
toward him and he shook his head vehemently as she un-cuffed him and returned
his hands to the small of his back.
One thing he'd never told anyone was his fear of not being able to see. She
untied his legs and helped him to rise, then began working a pair of shorts like
Deacon's over his legs. He didn't fight her, but continued to grunt behind the
gag, needing to tell her, wanting to beg her not to blindfold him.
He didn't think he could handle that. He knew he couldn't handle it and silent
tears began to course down his face as she added a second chain to the bottom of
his cuffs and threaded it between his legs. Locking it to his waist, she pushed
him back onto his knees, seemingly oblivious to his mewling cries from behind
the ball.
When he was on the floor again, she reached around and removed the gag, another
in hand. As soon as it popped free she noticed his tears and cocked her head at
him quizzically. "Gage?" she asked, surprised to see the man crying for
seemingly no reason. "What's the matter?" she asked next, softly stroking away
his tears.
"Please..." he begged on a hiccup of sound. "Please..." he managed a second
time threw his tears. "Please...don't...don't blindfold me...I...I'm afraid..."
he whispered chokingly.
"Shhhhh..." she whispered softly in return, kissing his lips then the tracks of
his tears. "Shhhhh..." she added a second time before slipping a smaller
version of Deacon's penis gag into his mouth and beginning to do up the wealth
of buckles and locks to hold it in place over his head.
When it was secure, she discarded the dark blindfold she was going to use and
went to one of her dressers instead. Pulling out a long scarf of silk she came
back to Gage and began to wind it beneath the straps of the harness. When she
was finished a few minutes later, he couldn't see per se, but he could still see
light coming in through the layers of silk over his eyes.
Almost immediately Gage relaxed as he realized her intent and was happy that
she'd taken his soft confession into consideration. He couldn't make out
anything other than extremely vague shapes from behind the silk, and the light,
but it wasn't darkness and for that he was grateful to her. He made a mental
note to thank her when he could speak again, then waited patiently for whatever
would come next.
She took Deacon to the car first, for she knew it would take more time with
Gage. Deacon was quite used to moving in the darkness of the blindfold and had
an extreme trust in her to guide him. Which she did by clipping a leash to the
chinstrap of his harness and giving it a gentle tug. He rose gracefully to his
feet and followed her guiding tugs on the chain down the stairs and out to the
car.
She put him in the back seat for the trip this time. She knew Gage was sure to
be anxious and nervous out in public and she wanted to be able to touch him in
reassurance as they drove. What neither man could see, but Deacon knew, was
that her car, a Lexus, had been specifically designed for just such occasions.
The windows were tinted as dark as the law allowed, including the windshield and
special straps had been installed in all the seats but the drivers.
She used those same straps now to buckle Deacon tightly in his seat, then gave
him a soft kiss on the nose before going back into the house for Gage. As she'd
thought it took a bit longer to get him downstairs, but he followed without
baulking and she was soon easing him into the front seat. Helping him to swing
his legs in, she gave him a moment to find a comfortable position for his hands,
then began to strap him down.
The first was a simple padlock between his ankles that locked to an eyebolt in
the floorboard, keeping his feet flat. Next came a wide strap that she placed
around his calves and padlocked to another eyebolt in the front of his seat.
Another strap was buckled tightly over his upper thighs, another over his waist
pulling him back against the seat and a final one over his wide chest.
When she was finished the only thing he could move was his head, which he turned
toward her when she spoke softly next to his ear. "Relax Gage. It's only a
four hour drive." She said, kissing the tip of his nose softly.
"MMMMMPPPHHHTTTT..." he cried out in a mewling whimper, trying to push out his
chest to see how much movement he would have. He was unsurprised to find he had
none.
He felt the air press against him as his door was shut, then a moment or so
later felt the car shift was Elaina slid into the driver's side. As the car
started and began to back out of the garage he felt a moment of fear grip his
heart at being out in public. He was bound, gagged and blindfolded, helpless to
do anything other than sit there while she drove the car to wherever they would
go. Not to mention in full sight of the public in his blindfold and head
harness. His heart pounded and he expected the car to be pulled over at any
minute by the police.
Shifting nervously against the seat, he turned his head toward Elaina's smell
coming from beside him and gave a mewling whimper of pleading. She just
chuckled that all too knowing chuckle and gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze of
her fingers.
"Don't worry Gage." She said as if reading his thoughts. "The windows are
deeply tinted. No one can see inside."
He relaxed completely then, letting the worries of the previous moments slip
away. She didn't say anything else for a long time. He felt the car stop and
start and knew they were going through many lights before it finally settled
into an even speed and he figured out they were on the highway.
Once the car had evened out, he felt her reach to his waist and begin to fiddle
with the locked belt and chain. Within moments her experienced fingers had both
undone and his semi-erect cock was popping free of the hard leather shorts. He
groaned deeply as her gentle, loving fingers descended on him and began to
stroke his quickly growing erection. Shifting against the straps as much as he
could he tried to grind his hips into her hand, but she'd designed them well and
he couldn't move more than a few centimeters.
His fingers, trapped behind his back, crawled at the seat behind him, aching
with a need he couldn't put a name too as her gentle fingers continued to tease
his raging hard-on. His breathing became hard and ragged, each breath an effort
to draw into his lungs as his mind was consumed by a pounding need to be free
and finish what she was doing.
Just as suddenly as she'd started, she stopped. Completely and he pushed out a
deep groan from behind the penis gag in his mouth. Gnawing on it, he turned his
head and strained his face in her general direction, eventually managing to
touch the tip of his chin to her shoulder with a soft whimper of need.
If he'd been able to see he would have seen Deacon's all too knowing smile as he
sat in the backseat, bound as helplessly as Gage. Deacon knew that sound, all
too well, for he'd made it many times himself on this very trip to the country.
Eventually, after what seemed an eternity to both men, Deacon heard Gage begin
to whimper again and knew she was touching him once more.
Gage sat there, shaking almost violently in his need for release as the miles
ticked by and she continued to tease him to the brink. Just when he thought she
was going to finally finish it, her hand would pull away, leaving him just as
frustrated as he'd been in the last weeks. Each time his struggles to be free
and finish it on his own became increasingly more violent, until finally he was
bodily throwing his weight against the straps that held him in his efforts. His
mind was consumed with nothing but his need to orgasm, the frustration
threatening to send him over the brink into insanity at any moment.
He'd never been in this situation before. Ever in his life, and now being bound
as he was, it was only intensifying his need. As the miles clicked by and she
continued to tease him slowly, maddeningly to the edge only to let him cool, he
thought for sure he'd go insane if she didn't finish it and grant him release.
Just when he thought he'd go mad, his mind cracking over the brink between
sanity and insanity, her softly whispered words reached his ears and completely
stilled him.
"This is your first lesson Gage." She said as the car began to slow somewhat.
He felt her ease the car into the far lane to get off the highway before she
continued. "Your first lesson in learning that I control everything about you.
Everything you do, everything that you are and everything you ever will be from
this day forward." She said and he felt the car come to a stop. It turned right
and he groaned as her hand dropped to his dangerously engorged penis again.
It stroked slowly up the sides, her nails scraping along his skin and he thought
for sure he was going to be able to crest over that elusive edge, then she
stopped again. Withdrawing her fingers she whispered a second soft statement.
"When you feel the time is right to properly address me, I may see fit to grant
what you need."
He whimpered at that, screaming out behind his gag, though the sound barely
reached his own ears. Continuing to strain and struggle against the straps, he
missed Deacon's own soft chuckle from the back seat at her statement. The man
remembered all too well his own introduction into her control and he sighed now,
knowing Gage was in for a long, long stint of sexual frustration and forced
chastity much as his own had been.
Gage continued to shake in his need, his body covered in a fine sheen of sweat
as the car rolled threw a long series of twists and turns. He had no idea where
they were, nor did he care, he only knew the all-consuming need to ejaculate.
Eventually the car rolled onto some gravel, and after what seemed an eternity
glided to a smooth stop. He grunted and whimpered as Elaina got out and the
door shut. Chewing at the small, five-inch long penis that held his tongue
flat, he waited impatiently as he heard the back door open and Deacon being
released.
When the back door shut again and he sensed he was alone, he began to rock
almost violently against the straps that held him tight like a lover. Shifting
and grinding himself against anything in order to crest himself over that all
too elusive edge and into bliss. But he failed, miserably and soon realized the
folly of his efforts. Alone and helpless he began to cry again, his tears
soaking the silk material over his eyes in his frustration.
Eventually the door opened and he felt her fingers doing up the hard leather of
the shorts, encasing his painfully engorged penis once more. He whimpered,
straining his head forward and crying out behind the gag. If she'd removed it
right then he'd have called her anything she wanted in order to gain his own
release. Goddess, Mistress, Evil One, even Satan if it she would have granted
him an orgasm.
But she didn't. She merely undid the straps, releasing him from the seat, then
helped him to his feet. He felt her clip the lead to his chin again then her
gentle tugs as she led him inside. His calloused feet had no trouble on the
gravel of the drive and eventually he felt cool grass as he hobbled along.
"There's three steps here Gage." She said softly and he felt along with his
toes, finding them and stepping upward easily.
They passed threw the wide doorway of her home and the light coming through his
blindfold turned to shadows. She led him threw a hallway and he felt the cool
hardwood floors beneath his feet as they moved along. She turned him into a
room and gently guided him onto his knees, beginning to slowly unwrap the layers
of silk over his eyes.
As the last of the material was lifted away and he got his first look at her
"country" home, he couldn't have helped the gasp that crossed his lips even if
he wanted too. The room in which he knelt was the most beautiful that he'd ever
seen in his life. Highly polished hardwood floors were the first thing to greet
his gaze, followed by many pieces of finely crafted furniture. Chairs, two
sofas, coffee tables, end tables and bookcases populated the study and he let
out a soft sigh threw his nose as his fingers clenched behind his back in his
need to touch everything he saw.
One of his passions had always been fine woodworking and the furniture in the
room was just that. Even his untrained eye knew it was some of the finest in
the world. For just a moment his rock hard erection was forgotten as he took in
the opulence of the room and he turned toward Elaina with a soft, mewling
whimper of need.
She squatted before him and whispered softly, "I take it you like my home?"
Gage nodded and leaned forward to softly rub his cheek against hers, then sat
back on his haunches again, his eyes pleading with an unspoken need.
She reached out and gently touched his cheek then rose to tend to Deacon.
"Deacon will show you what needs to be done today." She said as she removed his
blindfold and watched him rise gracefully to his feet. "Janella has brought us
enough food for a couple of days, but I'll go shopping later." She added as
Deacon gave a nod. "I'll be upstairs if you two need anything." She called out
as Gage rose to his feet and hobbled after Deacon a moment later.
The two men spent the rest of the day airing out the house. To Gage's surprise
it was massive. Twelve bedrooms, four bathrooms, two studies, a ballroom that
was easily half the size of a football field, an attic, four additional bedrooms
on the fourth floor that had served as servant's quarters in the past, and a
basement that seemed to go on forever. There were also two elevators. One
human sized and the other, smaller version in the kitchen so that food, linens
and whatever else might be needed on the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th floors could be
transported without much effort on their part.
Deacon took him on the tour, which took them most of the afternoon, and by the
time they ended up in the basement Gage was exhausted just thinking about all
the additional work they'd had to do to keep the place in tiptop shape. His
exhaustion left him though as he saw all the strange pieces of wooden furniture
that had been placed in one end of the room.
As the two men stood there looking at the odd conglomeration of things, Gage's
eyes grew wide with understanding. As he'd told Elaina, he'd never been into
anything "kinky", but he could easily tell what each piece was capable of just
from its design and the wealth of straps, cuffs, buckles and chains that hung
about each piece. Seeing his friend gain an understanding, Deacon smiled behind
the penis in his mouth and moved to sit on one of the pieces.
It was a modified weight lifters bench and one that was a particular favorite of
his. Turning so his chest faced the seat back, he squirmed around a bit so Gage
would get a better idea of how someone fit into it. Looking over his shoulder,
he saw the other man nod slowly as he gained more understanding of how it worked
then he smiled behind his own gag and nodded. Using his cuffed hands he helped
his friend off the piece again and the two men headed back upstairs.
At dinner later on that evening Gage voiced the questions that plagued him the
rest of the day after seeing the basement. "May I ask a question please?" he
said as he knelt beside Elaina's chair.
She hadn't removed anything other than the penis gag's of both men in order to
feed them, but after giving Deacon a bite of her plate she turned and nodded to
Gage. "You may." She stated a bite poised on her fork for him.
He leaned forward and took the bite, chewed it, then spoke a soft, "Thank you
Ma'am," before asking his question. "Are those..." he paused, trying to find
the right word. "Pieces in the basement, what I think they are?"
"What do you think they are Gage?" she returned his question with one of her
own.
Gage gulped before speaking softly again. "They...they look like torture..." he
whispered out softly.
It was Deacon's turn to answer and he did so with a soft chuckle. "They can be
Gage. But in the right hands..." he looked up at Elaina lovingly for a moment
before his eyes came back to lock with Gage's. "and under the right
circumstances, they are fun. I've gained a great amount of pleasure in the
basement Gage. And you will too." He stated knowingly, his eyes roaming back to
Elaina and staying there.
Gage dropped his head, his eyes full of fear at Deacon's statement, but he said
nothing.
Elaina fed Deacon another bite, then turned to Gage again, lifting his chin with
a finger to look directly into his eyes. "Don't worry love." She said, rubbing
the pad of a thumb over his chin. "It will be awhile yet before I take you
there." She added with a soft smile before continuing with her dinner.
Gage felt his heart slam painfully into his ribs, but it wasn't out of fear any
longer, it was because of the one word she'd said. ~Love...~ rang out in his
mind and he gave her a happy, if relieved smile, as the rest of their dinner
went by without another word. The erection that had never quite left him during
the day, reawakened with a pounding presence in both his mind and his leather
shorts. He gave a rattling jerk at his chained wrists and did his best to
stifle a groan of need. It didn't work well, but Elaina made no acknowledgement
of it as she continued to eat and feed the both of them from her plate.
When she was finished she picked up their individual penis gags and strapped
them tightly back into place. Gage almost begged her not too then thought
better of it out of the fear she'd just use a larger one instead. He knew from
seeing Deacon's looks of discomfort during the past week, that he wouldn't be
able to handle anything larger than the one he'd already been wearing all day.
His jaw ached from its wide opened position, but he could see it would be even
wider with the larger version. So he said nothing and opened his mouth for the
thing to be slipped in.
"You've accepted this well Gage." Elaina said as she locked the straps tightly
about his head and neck. "I think I'll let you keep it in for the rest of the
week." She added in soft command.
Gage gave a weak moan and a hard jerk at his chained wrists before shaking his
head vehemently from side to side.
"Oh you like that?" she asked, knowing full well his response had been a
negative one. "Two weeks then."
Again Gage gave a moan and a hard jerk at his wrists.
"No? You'd prefer three? Three it is then."
This time Gage stilled, a shudder coursing the length of his muscles as he
remembered her words from earlier. He stilled his responses and merely nodded
his head slowly, finally realizing that was what she wanted.
"Good." She said softly reaching out to rub his bent head. "You will wear that
gag for the next three weeks." She turned slightly to look at Deacon. "It is
only removed to eat." She stated then rose and strode calmly out of the dining
room heading for other parts of the house.
