Chapter Nine
The next week passed quietly for both men. Deacon was eventually released from
the arm binder and the penis gag, but still remained chained and gagged with his
ever-present ball. Gage's hands remained tightly cuffed behind him, but he'd
already learned how to do most things required of him in such a position. With
Deacon's freedom even his work load was once again eased.
Elaina seemed to have secluded herself in her office on the second floor though
neither man had a chance to ask as to why. She wasn't forthcoming with the
details of her self-imposed seclusion either until late the following Thursday
evening. She emerged from her office, breezing through the house with a happy
smile and her usual calm, confidence.
Calling both men to her in the downstairs study, they knelt beside the chair she
occupied and waited expectantly for her to announce whatever it was that had her
grinning so broadly. She removed both their gags and spoke without preamble.
"I've decided to have a party." She said calmly.
"A party?" Deacon asked with a light of excitement glowing from behind his eyes.
She reached out and softly caressed his cheek in knowing implication before
answering. "Yes Deacon, a party." She reiterated before turning to Gage and
speaking with another soft caress. "One that will be thrown in Gage's honor."
Gage gave her a confused look before speaking softly. "But...aren't I...aren't
I still wanted?"
Elaina nodded slowly, her smile never faltering as she answered. "Yes you are
Gage. But don't worry, you won't be taking part, but carefully locked away
above stairs."
He frowned at her again, still not understanding. She didn't bother to explain
further either, merely replaced both their gags and shooed them off with
instructions to have her home spotless in the next 24 hours.
The next evening, as the sun was just beginning to dip beneath the western
horizon, the guests began to arrive. Senators, Congressmen, and well known
Businessmen alike were in attendance. All manner of people had clamored over
the last week for one of the exclusive invitations to her affair and it was with
grand pleasure that Deacon personally greeted each of the 300 or so people that
began to arrive.
He'd been fully released from his bondage for the affair, save for the permanent
wrist and ankle cuffs of silver. Of course both were well hidden under his
tailor fit suit and he had no worries about standing by the door and ushering in
each couple that arrived with hearty handshakes and a happy smile for the
ladies.
Gage on the other hand had only had his own bondage modified. Safely secured in
one of the bedrooms, Elaina had graced him with limited freedom this night. His
hands had been brought in front of him and cuffed by a short chain to his
collar. His ever-present penis gag was still in place as well as the ankle
cuffs and short hobble, but at least he would be allowed to use his hands a bit
better.
He still wore the hard leather shorts, but his thoughts turned to more pleasant
subjects as Elaina presented him with his own entertainment for the evening.
She'd taken the time, over the last few days, to collect all the past issues of
the woodworking magazines he'd once subscribed too. Before his incarceration,
he'd received just about all the ones on the market by mail, but since his time
in jail he'd missed out on almost a years worth. Elaina had taken the time to
track them all down, including the back issues he'd missed, and he'd almost
cried when she'd presented them to him in the bedroom.
As she tethered his ankle hobble to the foot of the bed, he'd smiled gratefully
at her through the tears in his eyes at her gift. He wanted to thank her, but
the length of the penis gag in his mouth prevented that.
She smiled in genuine understanding, softly rubbed his cheek with her gloved
hand, and left him alone. As the door to the room closed with a soft click he
could just make out the music from the party below, but he had no interest in
such things. He was perfectly content to read the magazines, despite his
limited movement and gagged mouth.
Just as the last of the guests arrived, Elaina made her grand entrance. The
softly flowing music from the hired orchestra stilled, the last chord humming
off into nothingness. The guests took the cue and turned almost as one toward
the stairs that descended into the vast ballroom.
Like a Queen descending to her throne at court, Elaina paused at the top of the
vast, curving stairs and waited but a heartbeat for every eye to land on her.
With a bright smile, she moved, her grace almost animal like as she took the
carpeted stairs one slow pace at a time. Her eyes roamed over the large,
capacity crowd and paused but briefly on those of interest before moving on to
the next.
Of course she knew everyone in attendance, she'd personally invited them all,
but there were particular ones that she needed to assure herself had actually
made it to the event. She sighed silently as she reached the middle of the wide
stairs and mentally counted off each of those she needed to put her plan into
action. All five had made it and it was with a wide beaming smile that she
finally reached the last step and took up Deacon's arm.
On cue the orchestra started up again and those in attendance went back to their
conversations once more. It was just a brief pause in the structure of the
party itself, but was enough to let everyone there know who exactly was in
charge.
The Lady Elaina.
Like a Queen Bee she flitted about the guests, smiling and speaking to everyone
there for the first half an hour. Slowly, she and Deacon made their way to a
stage that had been set up at one end of the room. With a smile and a steadying
hand from Deacon, she took the steps to the platform and walked gracefully to
its center and the waiting microphone.
Taking it off its stand, she spoke, her voice calmly ringing out over the
speakers set strategically around the vast room. "Good evening everyone." She
said with another of those beaming smiles. She waited but a heartbeat for
everyone to still again, then continued. "As you are no doubt aware," she
began, taking a moment to let her gaze roam about then going on. "I've called
this event together for a special reason."
She paced along the stage for a moment, letting the general murmur of
speculation roam over those on the floor then went on. "Our esteemed
prosecutor," she said, lifting a gloved hand toward Richard Gannon and his wife,
"is up for re-election this year."
There was a moment of applause from the crowd and she held out a hand to still
it after briefly indulging them. "We're coming together tonight to raise funds
for his campaign." She said, adding a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes as
she went on. "I'm going to make this a brief speech, then the waiters will
circulate to collect your contributions to Mr. Gannon's campaign fund." She
added then spent the next several moments touting off Richard's worth and
potential gains of his re-election at the end of the summer.
As she spoke she saw many of those in attendance reaching for wallet and
checkbook alike and had to hide the secret smile that almost threatened to break
threw her features. There was so much more to the party that night, but only
the five she'd spotted earlier would be the wiser. The rest were only there to
cover up the real reason for the event.
Clearing Gage's name...
She quickly finished up her speech, waiting but a heartbeat for the waiters to
begin circulating amongst the guests to collect their money, before descending
back into the crowd. Deacon was waiting for her and she calmly placed her hand
in the crook of his arm before heading off to find the first of the five.
He was a well-known television executive. Short by even her standards, both she
and Deacon towered over the poor man as they came to a gentle stop beside him.
"Hello Al." she said pleasantly enough as she bent to receive his kiss on the
cheek.
"Elaina." Al Garrison returned before stepping back a bit and taking a sip on
his drink. "Thank you for the invitation. I don't often get them to such an
exclusive event." He added referring to her well-known private parties.
Elaina was old money, older than even Deacon's family. A born and raised
blueblood of Chicago society, she'd never had to actually work for anything in
her life and never would have too. Thus, when she threw an event such as this,
it was something to attend. More often than not, however, her parties tended to
lean toward her more personal lifestyle involving BDSM.
But tonight, for all those concerned she was just Lady Elaina, 5th generation
rich girl helping out a friend to raise money for his upcoming campaign. Which
was just fine with her, even though half those in attendance she already knew
because of her private lifestyle. That was neither here nor there just then
though and she smiled widely at Garrison as she spoke.
"You're more than welcome. I'm glad you could make it. Your secretary said you
might not be back in town in time, so I was a bit concerned." She said as she
swiped up a glass of white wine from a passing waiter.
"Yes, I was out of town until late this afternoon. We're following the Weston
case quite closely and I was over in Grand Rapids on a lead...I suppose you'd
heard he was spotted there yesterday." Al said, leaning forward in a
conspiratorial type whisper.
Elaina let a moment of shocked surprise pass over her features as she spoke in
return. "Really?" she questioned. "You don't say."
Al nodded, going on as he leaned a bit closer. "Someone seems to have spotted
him there two nights ago, driving another stolen car. A white Cadillac." He
said with a nod of his balding head.
"How interesting." Elaina said with a soft whistle. "Listen, can I ask you
something?"
"Certainly." Al nodded in return, letting her change the subject. "Anything."
"Well, you know I don't watch much TV these days, so I was wondering if you
could do me a huge favor." Elaina said, her voice holding a gentle tone of
command.
Al cocked his head and looked at her inquisitively. "What's that?"
"Well, Weston crashed his car in my neighborhood a couple of weeks ago and since
then it's peaked my curiosity about the whole thing. You know I was out of the
country when the trial was going on." She said with a gentle shrug of her naked
shoulders. She'd chosen a soft silk, off the shoulder, dress of black for this
particular party and the rise of her deeply tanned shoulders and prominent
breasts drew Al's eye as she shrugged. She leaned in toward the older man, her
cleavage inches from his face as she went on. "I was wondering if you wouldn't
mind sending me what the station has. You know the tapes from the trial and any
news reports?"
Al gulped and Elaina was pleased to see a fine sheen of sweat break out on his
forehead as his eyes stayed fixated on her well-endowed chest. "Sure..." he
finally managed to croak out a few moments later. "Be...I'd be happy too." He
muttered as she leaned away again.
Elaina reached out and patted her soft, full-length opera gloved fingers against
his cheek and smiled down at him, her voice dripping command. "Thank you Al.
Enjoy the party." She added before taking up Deacon's arm again and moving off
to her next "victim" of the night.
Locked away upstairs Gage spent the first hours of the party catching up on his
reading. He honestly had wanted to start his own business someday, working with
wood in some capacity, but that day never seemed to arrive. There were always
bills to pay and being able to work only about half of the year, he'd often
ended up spending the winter with his parents, eecking out whatever meager
income he could with odd jobs here and there.
He was in his mid 30's and he knew if he didn't start soon he never would. His
intention, before his arrest had been to start that coming winter. His parents
were happy to know he'd be moving back in with them and had been more than
willing to let him convert their basement into a workshop. That was what he'd
been doing on the night of his arrest, working out the final details with his
folks for the coming months.
He reached up with his hand on its short chain to wipe at a tear, staving off
the thoughts before they could bring him any more sadness. But laying there
alone, even cuffed and gagged, his mind turned back to 'what if's...'
Tossing his magazine to the covers, he swung his tightly bound legs over the
side of the bed and rose to his feet. Elaina had chained him to the heavy bed
but he hobbled around the room as far as it would allow him, his mind turning
over scenario after scenario.
What if he'd taken a cab the night of the murder? What if he hadn't gone out
drinking? What if he had been born into a different family? What if he'd
walked away from his job the year before instead of going to the doctor as his
company wanted? What if he'd started his own business sooner, instead of
procrastinating? What if...What if...What if...
With each scenario, with each decision he'd made in his life, he knew that his
life would have turned out far different than it had with only one simple
decision in another direction. He began to get angry then, truly angry at
himself as he realized what a mockery he'd made of his life. What a fool he'd
been all these years.
Unconsciously he began to struggle against his bonds, as he grew angrier with
himself. Jerking on his bound wrists, twisting his upper body in an effort to
be free and punch something...anything as his anger consumed him. Using what
small freedom he had to claw at penis gag and its accompanying harness over his
head. Straining at the tightly wrapped cords of rope around his knees and the
short hobble at his ankles. Pulling at the chain that kept him tethered to the
bed and well out of the reach of anything inanimate that he could break or
punch.
He was so busy with his attempts at freedom and consumed with his anger that he
didn't hear the door open and shut. He missed the soft hiss of air as he
continued to claw at the harness on his face and struggle with his bound wrists.
He didn't even know she was in the room with him until she appeared in his line
of sight and took his anger clawed hands in her own and began to work a mitten
of hard leather over his clenched fingers.
With an angry growl he tried to fight her off, tried to push her away so he
could continue his own business, but bound as he was she was too strong for him
and soon had the mitten locked tightly around his cuffed wrists. His palms
pressed tightly to one another when she was done and he found he had no play in
them at all. His angry eyes turned to look at her as if suddenly realizing she
was there and he gave off another angry growl as he shoved a shoulder into her
pushing her away.
She stumbled away a single step and let him struggle for few brief minutes with
the new mitten. She could tell, just by looking at the small, bloody scrapes on
his chin and cheeks what had happened. He'd obviously gotten angry with himself
over something and was now trying to free himself and strike out at anything
close at hand. She couldn't and wouldn't fault him for his natural reaction,
but she definitely needed a way to calm him and quickly before he really injured
himself.
Reaching to her back, she deftly undid the zipper to her dress and let it pool
at her feet with just a simple shake of her shoulders. Underneath she wore her
usual, tight corset, garter and stockings, but nothing more. Kicking off her
modest heels, she waited until he was near the bed, then hooked his ankle with
her foot and gave his chest a surprisingly hard shove.
Bound as he was, Gage had no choice but to flop back on the massive, comfortable
bed and Elaina took the opportunity to pounce. Literally. She landed on his
chest, pinning his mitten covered hands between them with ease and spoke calmly
and softly as she wrapped her arms around his wide back and locked her ankles
beneath his knees.
"Easy now Gage...calm down...it's me..." she said slowly, punctuating each word
with a soft kiss on his cheek. "Shhhh..." she whispered, nibbling on his neck
as he continued to struggle and try to buck them both of the bed. "Shhhh..."
she tried again after some moments of heaving on his part.
Eventually her voice wound it's way into his consciousness and he began to still
his heaving struggles to unseat her.
"Easy now love...easy..." she said softly, continuing to kiss along the line of
his strong neck and shoulders. "It's alright, I'm here now...shhhhh..." she
added as he lay still beneath her at last, his wide chest expanding and
contracting as he pulled great gulps of air into his lungs. "Shhhhh..." she
said again, kissing along his ear.
He gave off a soft groan and struggled slightly to shift his hands between them.
She leaned up slightly and looked down into his eyes, touching his forehead
softly as she spoke. "Are you calm now?"
He nodded, shifting his hands again. Seeming to sense what he needed, she
unclipped the short leash holding them to his collar, then ducked as he lifted
his bound hands and dropped them over her shoulders to rest at the small of her
back. He whimpered deeply as his forearms came in contact with her and lifted
his head off the bed to bury it in the crook of her neck.
Holding the back of his head with one hand, she smiled and kissed his head as
she spoke. "Shhhh..." she said slowly. "It's alright. I'm here now..." she
added yet again as her hand stroked along the back of his head.
He still shook with anger, but was calming down slowly as he used his head to
rub against her naked shoulder. He whimpered again, shifting his hips up as
much as he could to press against the naked junction of her thighs and squeezing
her gently with his bound hands. His ragged breathing began to return to normal
as they lay there and within moments he eased his head away from her shoulder.
Looking up at her with begging blue eyes, he shifted his hips against her again
with a soft pleading whimper of need.
"Shhhh..." she said, kissing his gagged mouth gently. "Shhhh..." she added a
second time as she moved a bit and eased her hand between their bodies. With a
deft flick of her wrist she undid the buckle of the leather shorts that kept him
imprisoned and eased his manhood free.
He whimpered in growing need as her fingers grazed him before she settled back
atop him, pinning his rock hard erection against his pelvis with her womanhood.
He shifted, bucking slightly in an effort to push himself inside her, but he
failed bound as he was.
He whimpered softly as she ground herself against him and lifted his head to
tuck it against her shoulder. ~PLEASE...~ his mind screamed out the words he
couldn't as he continued to buck against her. ~OH GOD'S PLEASE...~ he tried to
beg on another whimper.
He was so close...he could smell her heat...could feel it against his
erection...could hear her own need in her softly panting breathes. Mingled with
the perfume she'd worn for the party, her scent quickly became a heady
aphrodisiac and he growled deeply in his chest as his erection grew between his
legs to almost painful proportions.
She rose up on her hands and stared down into his face. "Do you want me Gage?"
she asked softly, already knowing the answer.
He nodded, jutting his chin against the gag in his mouth with a pleading whimper
for her to remove it.
She lifted her fingers to the snaps that held the long penis in place and
paused. Looking deeply into his glazing eyes she spoke slowly so her words
would be understood. "Head or hands?" she asked with a soft command.
He knew she was granting him this one moment of decision, this one moment of
freedom to be able to touch her with his hands or his mouth. Slowly the passion
in his eyes faded as he thought it over briefly, then finally jutted his chin
forward in silent communication.
"Very well." She said commandingly as she rose from the circle of his arms for a
brief moment. Moving him further onto the bed, she lifted his arms above his
head and clipped a chain already locked there to his hands. Tightening the
tether to his ankles, she pinned him firmly, cross ways to the covers.
He groaned deeply as her heat left him, then sighed softly as she settled back
atop his wide chest. Lifting his head as much as he could, he nuzzled his
gagged mouth against her shoulder. Her fingers came up to his mouth then,
prepared to remove the penis and he shook his head slowly, his eyes roaming up
to lock with hers.
She cocked her head quizzically at him and moved her fingers again to his mouth.
He pulled his head away from her fingers and shook his head again, giving off a
second mewling whimper.
"Are you sure?" she asked, finally understanding what he was trying to say.
Gods help him he nodded. While he wanted to talk to her, to taste her, to tell
her how much he wanted her, and this, what she was doing to him, he just didn't
trust himself yet. Didn't trust himself not to bellow out the angry words that
were still with him. Gulping against the gag, he nodded a second time to let
her know his decision.
Elaina simply shrugged her broad shoulders and moved her fingers away. He
whimpered deeply pulling against the chain that held his hands and feet as she
sat up over his rock hard manhood. For what seemed like an eternity, she simply
sat there, grinding her wet, warm womanhood against him. He struggled, grinding
his hips upwards in an effort to get himself inside, but she was having none of
it.
With her long legs locked over his hips, no matter how he moved, he couldn't
shift enough to get inside. Her hands came up and began to slowly play over her
budded nipples. She pushed aside the top material of the corset and played her
body like a well-loved violin in the hands of the world's greatest mystro.
Slowly her hands caressed down her flat, hard stomach and dipped between their
bodies.
Pushing back the folds of her womanhood, she eased back the hood of her clitoris
with a finger and began to tease herself with soft rubs. Her other hand dropped
to the visible tip of his own manhood and began to mirror the actions of her
other hand, teasing him until he thought for sure he'd go mad. Craning his neck
up as far as the chain at his hands would allow, he whimpered as he watched the
orchestra play a piece that was as old as time itself.
Her hips gyrated against him in response to the teasing of her hand, while his
own hips struggled and ground against the teasing of her fingers. With a deep
moan of need, he shuddered and let his head drop back and closed his eyes.
Struggling still to pull his hands free and hold her, touch her in whatever
limited way he could, he growled deep within his wide chest as she rose up off
him for the briefest of instants.
Just when he thought she'd left him for good, rock hard and frustrated as usual,
her warm canal of pleasure slammed over him, sinking around him to the hilt. He
jerked off the bed as much as the chains holding him would allow and renewed his
struggling jerks as at long last he gained the prize he'd wanted for weeks on
end.
With a deep, ragged, muffled moan, he jerked his hips against her trying to push
himself over the edge. But as with everything else about her, she was in
complete control, stilling against him as he tried to take the initiative and
finish it before she was ready. Leaning forward, a hand on either side of his
chest, she rocked up and down his length for a long moment, swiveling her hips
in a dance that was older than any that was being performed in the vast ballroom
far below.
He lifted his head and nuzzled his gagged mouth against her cheek with a soft
whimper of need. He wished, at that moment, that he had let her remove the gag,
but it was too late. He knew no matter how much he pleaded now, it wouldn't
come out unless she wanted it too.
Leaning close she whispered soft words of meaningless nonsense in his ear, which
only caused his erection to grow within her and his struggles against the chains
that held him to increase. "Would you like to touch me Gage?" she whispered
softly. "Feel my warm skin with your fingers? Taste me with your mouth? Lick
me with your tongue?"
With each question his body responded with a mind of it's own. His fingers
clenched as much as they could within the mitten...his lips twitched underneath
the curved, hard leather that held them pressed tightly against his teeth...his
tongue strained to push the hard rubber penis out of the way with the tiny bit
of movement it had within his gagged mouth...his arms shook against the chain
that held them above his head...his legs strained against the tight rope above
his knees.
"Would you like to cum Gage?" was the one question that almost sent him over the
edge and into long awaited bliss.
He groaned longingly, shaking and shuddering beneath her knowing he was helpless
to do anymore than she was going to allow. Seeing his response, she rose up on
her own stout legs and began to slam into him hard, the massive bed rocking
beneath them with each downward thrust of her hips. Tossing her long hair out
of the way, which had somehow come loose and flowed down her back to graze
against his thighs teasingly, she let out a bellowing growl as both of them
finally crested over the edge.
Her long muscles shuddered, combining with his own blissful release and a fine
sheen of sweat broke out over both their bodies. Gage had never cum so hard and
so long in his life. His eyes rolled back into his head and his back arched off
the bed as far as his bounds would allow as he exploded at her command. Every
muscle within him clenched until he thought for sure he'd pull something, then
finally began to ease into a quivering mass of flesh as she collapsed against
his chest in a heap of her own.
For a long while, their mutual ragged breathing was the only sound in the room.
Then slowly, she eased up on an elbow and reached for his chained hands.
Releasing the clip, she flopped back onto his chest as his mitten covered hands
dropped slowly to rest around her protectively.
He lifted his head and nuzzled against her hair with a ragged, shuddering sigh.
His forearms squeezed her gently and he pressed his covered lips against her in
his version of a kiss. Lifting her head she looked into his eyes and smiled
gently. Her fingers rose from his chest and softly touched the fingernail marks
on his skin. He dipped his head away and lowered his eyes in shame.
"Why Gage?" she asked simply. "I thought you were happy here..."
His eyes flew open to lock with hers and he shook his head vehemently, mumbling
incoherent words behind the gag in an effort to make her understand. She
stilled his head and unsnapped the piece that held the penis in his mouth and
pulled it free so he could speak.
"No...no..." he began, dipping his head into her hair in his shame. "It's not
that..." he croaked out on a whisper.
She shifted and leaned onto her side a bit and pulled his head away to look into
his eyes. "Then what is it Gage?" she queried softly, rubbing her fingers
lightly over the scratches he'd made.
"I...I was angry...yes..." he said, laying there staring into her worried eyes.
"But...but not at you..." he added as he leaned up to softly kiss her lips.
"Never at you." He gulped softly and sighed deeply, his body still a weak mass
of flesh from their lovemaking. "I...I was angry...angry that...that I...hadn't
made better decisions in my life...that...that things weren't different...for
me...for us...that...that I'm here because I have to be...because I don't have
any other choice...and it's all my own fault..." he stammered out chokingly.
